#not every time i’ve gotten better but it creeps back like the water and im like oh you and then i

[loverboybrightsideghost]

fuck i really am a perfectionist FUCK

[citronsblog]

Hey, could I request some Hifumi, Teruteru, and Ryoma comforting their S/o from a bad break up with a toxic ex which ends in them confessing their love to the reader? I'm kinda going through that right now... It doesn't need to be perfect, I just need some comfort from my boys...

Notes: OF COURSE- im so glad I can help comfort you with my writing right now. If you need to talk I’m always available. I can send you words of encouragement! :) please I hope you feel better soon. (Sorry if any of this is poorly portrayed, I myself have never gone through this but it hurts seeing someone you know go through it)

Warnings: mention of toxic person

Characters: Hifumi Yamada, Teruteru Hanamura, Ryoma Hoshi

Teruteru Hanamura

Everything felt like hell. You were sobbing, it felt hard to breathe, your heart was hurting. Teruteru pressed his ear against the door. He felt horrible that you were going through so much pain.

He took in a breath and decided to walk, it pained him so much to see you in this state.

“Hey, s/o? D-do you want to talk about it?”

All you could manage was a small nod.

Teruteru sat next to you. He made you lay your head down on his lap as he calmly stoked your hair. Commanding you to take deep a deep breath, he let you start.

You told him all of what happened. The pain of where it started, how it hurt being manipulated, everything you though while the relationship happened.

The only emotions Teruteru felt in those moments were rage and sorrow. The rage was for you ex. He hated them and how they would ever use and hurt someone as amazing and beautiful as you. The sorrow, well the sorrow was for the pain you were going through. He wish he could take it all away, he wishes he can comfort you in this pain you’re feeling.

“S/o…. Sweetie, I am so so sorry all of this happened. If that hick thinks they can ever come near ya’ again oh it won’ be pretty thas fo’sure.”

His accent slipped through, showing the anger he held for the wrongdoings of the person who hurt you. Oh Teruteru was so mad, but he would try to tone it down to comfort you.

Reaching his hand to wipe off some of our tears he manages a gentle smile.

“Don’t cha’ ever worry ‘bout someone like that again ‘k sweets? For now, I’ll be here to comfort ya’. I’ll be by your side and offer a shoulda’ to lean on, it’s ‘cause I love ya’, It pains me to see you hurtin’ I wish I could give ya all my love and make you feel better.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you. You took a moment to take in his words. When you did, you felt a nice wave of comfort wash over you.

“Teru- did you….. did you just confess to me?”

“… I suppose I just did, didn’t I?”

He brushed his hand over your cheek and gave you another loving smile. He always loves the fact you were in his life, might as well take this moment to ask the question.

“Will you be mine, s/o?”

Those words brought tears to your eyes once again, but this time for a different reason. This time it was knowing you had someone who would truly love you back.

“Teruteru, I would love that.”

Ryoma Hoshi

It was the fact he hadn’t heard from you that day that led him to your door. Hearing sniffles and the faint whimpers of someone crying that made him knock on the door.

“Hey Kid, you alright in there? Mind if I come in?”

Your door was unlocked already but he wanted to ask just to give you a warning of his arrival. His eyes trailed up to your tearful ones. Seeing you like this made something in him click. He didn’t know what was going on but all he knew was he wanted to comfort you.

“S/o are you alrig- would you like to talk about it?”

He walks to you and sits right next to you. Taking your hand in his he gives you a knowing look.

“Go ahead, I’m right here for you.”

You both talked for awhile. You told him the things you went through and he scolded himself mentally for not helping you before hand. He wishes he would of gotten here sooner to help but he’s glad he is here now.

He starts to draw circles on your back in an effort to calm you down. He stops once you look at him, he takes his free hand and wipes away any tears and/or makeup that held its place on your face.

“Do you need some water? I can also go get some food and give you a few moments alone if you need that.”

“I don’t want to be alone right now… can you stay here, please.”

You voice was barely above a whisper. Ryoma understood and just took in a deep breath.

“I’m here for you when ever you need it s/o. It hurts me to see you in pain, more then I’d like to admit. Maybe it’s because I have strong feelings for you, or maybe it’s because you are the one who’s given me a purpose again. Which ever one it is, I don’t want to see you hurting. Is there anyway I can help?”

“Stay by my side for a little longer please..”

You leaned over to open your water bottle and sip from it. Ryoma moved over to where he was hugging you. It was a comforting embrace.

“… Did you just say you like me, Ryoma?”

“Well, I guess I did. I may still have a long ways to go but what do you think? Are you willing to be with me as well?”

In that moment you felt a wave of relief wash over you. Someone you’ve known, someone you trust and most of all someone you know who will love you. They’re right in front of you. It was a lovely feeling.

“I would love to, ryoma.”

Hifumi Yamada

Hifumi had just finished a story, he always had you proof read it, or give him feed back. He usually brought snacks with him as well, just in case if you were hungry! Today you were late coming to his dorm to read it, maybe you haven’t gotten the text yet? That still didn’t ease his nerves. Deciding he should go ahead and go to your room, he brought the snacks with him.

When he arrive he was met with the sound of muffled sobs and a pain in his heart.

‘Ghk- what is this horrible feeling! First I must check up on Mx. S/o!”

Knocking gently on the door he announced his presence. You let him in, the tears running down your face were noticeable.

The writer felt horrible. He had never seen you in this state and he never wanted to again. Seeing someone you love in pain is hard to bare.

“Mx. S/o?! Please, it is my duty to make sure you are alright. I will lend my ears and listen to your troubles!”

Giving a small nod you both sit down on your bed. Hifumi looks really concentrated as you speak. It’s as if he’s analyzing every small detail.

You tell him the hardships that had happened. The pain and the feeling of everything that had made you feel bad. His eyes scanned over your own. The subtle brush of his hand to your cheek was a feeling you welcomed as you melted into the contact.

“Mx. S/o, it seems this pain is almost far greater then my understanding. I will try my best to make sure you are comforted.”

Handing you the snacks he brought, he put down some water for you as well. The two of you decided to watch a new episode of the show you started. At the end of the episode Hifumi looked down at you, you were laying in his lap.

“I think I’ve concluded what that feeling was!”

You only gave him a confused look. He continued on,

“Earlier, right before coming in to comfort you I felt a pain in my chest. It was my heart aching because I knew you were hurting. I think- no! I know I’m in love with you! You are far greater then 2D. S/o, please be mine.”

You interlocked your hands with his. The nervous look he gave you was adorable.

“Of course I will Hifumi. Why wouldn’t I want to be with such an amazing guy like you?”

The smile that slowly creeped up on his face made you feel better. It felt nice, you had someone to be with. Someone who would finally treat you in the way you deserve.

[jeo9n]

Majesty Pt 4 || JJK

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre : Slow burn, Angst,Fluff, King JK, future smut

Warnings : None for this chapter.

Wordcount : 2.3k

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A few day have passed and I basically did the same stuff everyday. I tried helping Maria out whenever I could, I explored the castle a bit more and I even found out there was a library. I would sometimes go there and read a book, but I mostly found myself out in the garden, enjoying nature.

I haven’t had any interactions with the King since I heard them that night. He was quite busy, and rarely was at the castle. The only times you’ve seen him was at dinner, or when he came home late at night looking rather exhausted. But you two barely talked. I didn’t know how to act around him, everytime I saw him, I was remembered about how I stood outside of his door like a creep listening to him having sex.

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You were out in the garden getting some fresh air, when you got interrupted by someone. "Goodmorning, miss." The chamberlain, that I first saw at the competition, greeted you with a big smile on his face. "Your mom is here to visit you."

"My mom is here? Where is she?" You asked him, as you got up from the bench that you were sitting on. "Yes, she is waiting for you at royal office." He told you.

You quickly made your way inside once you thanked, and said goodbye to the chamberlain.

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Your mom immediately greeted you with a tight hug once you arrived at the royal office. It felt like you haven’t seen each other in years - even tho it only was a few days.

"Dear, you look beautiful." She told you, as she looked at you, admiring the light blue dress you were wearing. "Come on, let’s sit down and talk. I wanna know everything."

We sat down on the sofa and she sipped on her tea that Maria brought us.

You didn’t know what you should tell her. There wasn’t much happening the last few days - nothing exciting anyway.

"How’s the King? Is he handsome?" She asked excitedly. "Well, he isn’t old and ugly as I thought." You laughed. "But, i don’t know. He doesn’t seem that nice."

"What do you mean? Does he treat you badly, Y/n?" She looked at you with concerned look on her face.

"He doesn’t treat me bad. But, he always answers me in cold tone, like he never really wants to talk to me. And the other day I saw him with another woman." You told her, leaving out the fact that you heard them having sex.

"Do you mean he has a mistress?" She asked you, and you nodded. "Well, a King having a mistress isn’t rare. I mean, they have to let go of their sexual frustration somehow." She looked at you. "Im sure every King had a mistress at some point.

"But then why did he not marry her? I don’t understand, why did he look for a girl to marry, when he already has a woman by his side?" You asked her. "Y/n, a mistress is only there, to fulfill the Kings sexual desires. A woman he marries is someone, that he wants as his wife. Not someone he only uses for sex. There’s a difference." She explained to you.

"Will she still be around after the King and I get married?" You asked her, trying to understand all of this.

"Of course not." She assured you.

"Im scared mom." You mumbled. Marrying someone is scary. Especially, if you don’t really know your future partner. You’re about to get married to the King, and you don’t even know him, you’ve only known him for like a week, you don’t even know what kind of person he truly is.

"What are you scared of, dear?" She asked you concerned.

"I’m scared of everything mom. I’m scared about the wedding, I’m scared of meeting his parents, I’m scared of sharing a bed with him, I’m scared about what comes after.... I’m scared of having sex with the King."

"There’s no need to be scared. I’m sure the King will treat you nicely, why wouldn’t he? He chose you to be his wife, he must surely like you." She tells. "And don’t worry about sex, my dear. Sex is something you should enjoy, not something to be scared of."

I guess she’s right. The King chose me for a reason, there’s no need for me to be scared. I tried to assure myself. But, I’m still not sure about having sex with him...

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You kept on talking with your mom for a while, before she eventually had to leave for work.

After your mom left, You found myself at the dress fitting. You were being squeezed in one wedding dress after another, after one of the maids brought out a dress, what the King claimed, would be the perfect dress for you. It was white - who would’ve thought. It was a off the shoulder dress, with balloon sleeves that were made out of mesh. It had a few diamonds decorating the décolleté area. The dress was huge, but it look absolutely beautiful. You couldn’t wait to try it on.

You tried the dress on, and immediately fell in love with it, It hugged your curves beautifully - You never felt so pretty in a dress before.

All the maids, including Maria gasped as soon as they saw me. The King was absolutely right about this dress, it was the perfect dress for you.

"Miss, you look absolutely beautiful." One of the maids said told you, everyone agreeing with her. "I’m sure the King will be happy, seeing how beautiful you look, in the dress he picked." Another maid said.

After we tried on a few jewelry pieces, to see, what would fit best with the dress.

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After the dress fitting, it was time for lunch.

"I heard, your mother came to visit you today." He tells, as he made himself comfortable in his chair. "Yes. I was really surprised, as I wasn’t expecting her to visit me today - but I was happy to see her again." He nodded.

"How did your dress fitting go?"

"It went pretty well! We picked a really good dress." You tell him with a smile on my face. "I’m glad." He smiled back.

"When is the wedding by the way?" You ask, not having talked about it with him before.

"The Wedding is gonna be next week," he says calmly. "Are you nervous?"

Of course I’m nervous. "Oh! That’s so soon. I thought, it’s gonna be next month or something." You tell him nervously.

You weren’t expecting the wedding to be next week.

"Well, it was supposed to be next month. But I rescheduled it to next week." He says, voice confident.

"Oh! Okay. But what about your girlfriend?"

He looked at you confused. "My girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend." He told you with a chuckle.

"What about the Girl that was in your bedroom the other day?" You asked.

"She’s not my girlfriend, Y/n. She’s just a mistress." He told you.

"Okay." Was all you said. Feeling a little weird, hearing him, admitting that he has a mistress.

"Are you jealous." He asked you, an amused look on his face.

"No! Why would I be jealous? You’re free to do whatever you want, your highness." You told him honestly.

He looked a little taken back by what you said. But that’s the truth. If he wants to have a mistress, then he can have one.

"You don’t mind?"

"I mean, we’re not married yet. I wouldn’t want you to have a mistress once we’re married though." You told him, "or are you planning on keeping her?"

He looked at you confused. "Why would I keep her, when I have you?" He asked you.

"I don’t know, your highness. It was just a question, forget about it." You told him once you looked at him. He looked confused, like he couldn’t really understand you.

He nodded and took a sip of his water. "Do you have any other plans for today?" He asked, ignoring what you had just told him.

You looked at him with furrowed brows. "No, i don’t really have anything to do." You laughed awkwardly.

"Would you like to have a Walk around the garden with me tonight? - I’ve noticed you spend a lot of time in there. Let me show you around the garden, let me show you everything more properly." He tells, waiting for your answer.

"Sure! I’d love that."

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After lunch u went back into your room, taking a shower and putting on some fresh clothes. Putting on a light yellow dress with flowers on it. You left your hair down, the way you always wore it.

You weren’t going to lie, you were kinda excited to have a little more alone time with the King. You haven’t really gotten to chance on getting to know him. I mean, you should at least get to know him a little better, before marrying him.

You decided to ask him a few a question about him. If he’s okay with it, of course.

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As you reached to the door to the garden, the King was already there, waiting for you. He wore a white blouse with brown trousers. His hair was slightly wavy and parted in the middle. He looked effortlessly beautiful just standing there.

"Ah! There she finally is." He said jokingly, causing you to smile.

"Im sorry, your highness. I would’ve hurried up, if I knew you were waiting for me." You told him, as you both walked out in the garden.

You both walked around in silent for a bit, before he spoke up. "Do you have a favorite flower?" He asked you, when he noticed you looking at the daises near the fountain.

"Yes! I love roses, yellow roses in particular." You looked at him.

"Ah, i see. Is there any reason why you like yellow roses, Y/n?" He asked you, as you two continued walking.

"My brothers would always pick yellow roses for me when I was younger, because they knew I liked roses. Everytime I was sad, they would come home with yellow roses, trying to cheer me up. They brought me yellow roses for my birthday every year, they said that the Rose resembled me, its bright and delicate like me." You told him with a smile on your face, as you thought about the old times. "Do you have a favorite flower, your highness?"

"I don’t have a favorite flower, Y/n" he chuckled. "But I liked hearing about your favorite flower." He said, while he looked at you.

The King showed you around the garden like he said he would. He showed and explained certain parts of the garden to you. Before you both decided to take a Break.

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You two kept on walking around the garden, until you stopped and sat down on a bench, that was under a tree.

"Can I ask you a question, your highness?" You asked him, looking at him.

"Of course."

"Why did you chose me? I mean, there were other girls, that clearly knew a lot more stuff about being a wife than I do." You mumbled, as you picked on your nails.

He turned his head and looked at you. "I was looking for a wife, Y/n, not a maid! All that those girls told me was, that they know how to do my laundry and cook for me. I don’t care about that stuff. They looked way to eager to become my wife, you were different though. That’s why I picked you." He says.

You were different? What does he mean? You didn’t even step forward when he first asked you to. All you did was, stand there awkwardly, hoping that the competition would come to an end soon.

"What do you mean?"

"You did not try, and push yourself on me like the others did. You were all the way at the back and kept yourself hidden from me. I liked that, it made you more interesting, it got me more interested in you." He says, eyeing you.

"I see." You said, looking in front of you. "Can I ask hold you are? - I’m sorry, I’m not trying to sound rude. I’m just curious because you know, were getting married and-"

"I’m 23, Y/n." He says with a grin, interrupting you.

"Oh! You’re not much older than me, thank god. I thought you were a little older - not that you look old! I just, I don’t know, I didn’t expect you to be so young." You tell him, not wanting him to think, that you thought he was old and possibly offend him.

"Don’t worry! people often get surprised, when I tell them, I’m only 23." he chuckles. "I guess, they just don’t expect a King to be so young."

"Yeah I guess." You say.

"Earlier you said, you’ve noticed me being in the garden a lot, were you spying on me, your highness?" You joke.

"Would you be scared, if I said yes?" He looks at you with a serious face.

"No, i would not be scared." You chuckle, but you don’t find it funny. His question suddenly making you feel a little uncomfortable.

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You two talked for a little longer, before you both decided it was time for bed.

The King walked you to your bedroom, insisting on it even tho you told him, there was no need.

"Goodnight, Y/n. Sleep tight." He says with a grin on his face, once you reached your bedroom.

"Goodnight, your highness." You tell him, before closing the door.

You got ready for bed, not being able to get the Kings question out of your mind. It did made you a little scared, you weren’t gonna lie. But he was probably just joking around, and you were overthinking it a little much, like you always did.

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[silke-doomflare]

A fateful encounter

Valentione’s day had always been one of Lareine’s favorite festivals, but this year she was somewhat disappointed. After a long, loud argument from both sides, Varg had let her drop her duties at the manor and travel to Gridania. Lareine had asked Varg to join her, but he had stated most of festivals to be just claptrap and waste of time. Lareine had asked Arsene too, but he had politely declined and also mentioned something about jobs undone.

She had never, ever seen either of them having fun! Did they even, ever? If not, how it was even possible? Lareine was certain if one didn’t party hard time to time, they’d eventually get sick from too much work or go crazy without themselves even noticing. She would definitely need some help in softening them, she thought. It took way too much time to do alone.

It was already getting late, but it didn’t slow down the celebrators. Colorful fireworks dappled the black sky and lanterns were kindled. Some of them were sent flying and some sailing. Every place was full of beautiful colors, delicious food and good music.

Most of Lareine’s money had gone to airship tickets, but she still had a couple of gil left. She ended up buying a stick with cotton candy on it from one of the stalls. Where would she get money from to get back to Ishgard? No point worrying about it now. Time to party! She wouldn’t let some stiff old men ruin her fun.

Lareine was wandering around the faire, watching people come and go. Everyone else had someone with them. People had either come there with their spouses, dates, family or friends. She seemed to be the only one by herself.

Like cherry on the top of her jealousy was the damned love labyrinth. People who entered had to go through the labyrinth without straying too far from each other, while dodging moogle traps. When they got through, their names were announced to the cheering crowd nearby, and they also got cute prizes to take home: heart shaped cakes, cookies, pink ribbons, plushies… Gods damn it, what Lareine wouldn’t have given for a pink mammet toy with a heart shaped tuft on her night desk?

Suddenly Lareine bumped into something - or someone, she thought to herself, when she heard another surprised, high-pitched cry in addition to her own. She was too slow to grab a better hold of her pink cotton candy, and she could almost see the horrendous situation in slow motion, as her precious delicacy fell towards the sandy, partly muddy ground. There was a soft thud, and she noticed strawberry soft ice with marshmallows in it, laying at her feet next to her cotton candy. Shocked, Lareine lifted her gaze from the ground to in front of her, and was staring into huge, turquoise eyes framed by ash black, messy hair and round eyeglasses. The otherwise cute, bookwormish appearance didn’t fit at all with long, black, high-heeled thighboots and detailed, pompous looking robe usually worn by archmages. The female viera didn’t seem many years younger than Lareine was. “How dare you?! Look what you did!” she screamed, pointing at Lareine with a pale, petite hand with long, black claws and pretentious, huge ring in its index finger. “Watch where you’re walking!” Lareine inhaled deeply. “Get a new fockin’ pair o’ glasses, four-eyes, and watch where yer goin’! Tha heck ya doin’ ‘ere alone aniway??” she cried loudly with as unattractive voice as she possibly could whatever happened to pop up into her mind. “Yer boyfriend left ya, because yer a such a clumsy fockin’ shite? Ya lost ‘im into da heckin’ labyrinth, ya blind excuse for a friggin’ ‘little miss moonshine?!” They both fell silent for a moment, during which the viera’s facial expressions shifted very fast. First she looked aghast, then furious, then suddenly, distinctively accidentally jubilant, and finally annoyed for letting herself slip. They both burst into hysterical laughter at the same time. Lareine wasn’t even sure what they were laughing at, but she guessed eventually they were just laughing at each other laughing. Finally the viera managed to gather her self control enough to stop giggling and wiped a tear from her eye. Some passers by were eyeing at them disapprovingly, but she didn’t seem to care. “Oh gods…”, she blurted and briefly examined her clothing, probably making sure there was no ice-cream in it. “You sound like a vulture.” Lareine opened her mouth and was very close to start yelling again, but then the viera added, grinning kindly: “They’re my favorite birds.” Lareine closed her mouth, while the viera took a step closer and offered her hand. “Silke Doomflare”, she introduced herself, trying to sound formal, but her huge, beautiful doe eyes and extravagant make-up watered it down quite effectively. They shook hands. “I’m so, so sorry about my outburst”, Silke started to explain, while shaking Lareine’s hand very rapidly. “You know, I’ve had the absolute, worst day ever… actually the worst week ever and this was my first chance in ages to have some fun, and then…” She shook her head. “But you’re absolutely right. I should’ve watched where I’m going. And I mean, pff, it’s just ice-cream”, she made a dismissive gesture with her other hand. “I can just buy a new one.” Finally Silke noticed she had forgotten they were still holding hands, and she quickly yanked it away like she had just gotten electrocuted. Lareine blinked at the fuzzing viera in front of her. A weird sensation washed over her. Was it the suddenly died outburst? Or the huge, pretty doe eyes behind those round glasses? Or this weird girl holding her hand? Lareine had not felt like this since… “N… No, I should ‘ave watched where I go”, Lareine confessed. “I was lost in mi  thoughts. It’s been friggin’ ages since my last visit to any public happenin’. Name’s Ir... Uhh... Lareine, by tha way. Lareine Kira.” The name brought a sour taste on the viera’s tongue, but what could she do? Better safe than sorry.

Would it have been inappropriate to shake hands again? Lareine scolded herself for even thinking about it.

“I dink I spent mi last gil onto dat friggin’ sweet, but whutever”, she continued. “I’m gettin’ an overdose o’ sugar o’ dese decorations and lovebirds all over da place anyway.” Lareine put her hands behind her back and shifted her weight from one foot to another. “So.. DID ya lose yer boyfriendo into da friggin’ maze?” Silke stared at Lareine in disbelief, blinked her eyes for a few times and then gave an incredulous laugh. “Honey, please”, she said, while making the dismissive gesture with her hand again. “I’m way too busy with my magick studies to waste my precious time on boys. Besides, they mostly just manage to annoy me. You know, most of them I’ve met…”, she lowered her voice into a whisper. “…have their brain down there.” She pointed somewhere towards the ground. “And I really enjoy the old-fashioned, functioning brain more than -” Suddenly she closed her mouth so quickly Lareine could hear a faint snap. “Oh gods, I sound like a zombie!” Lareine could almost see into Silke’s head, how it was cramped full of old, dusty bookshelves. Silke wasn’t quite sure where things were stored, and when she tried to take something from the dangerously swaying pile, a bunch of others also fell out. “I’ve been holding you back for a good while already, Lareine”, Silke noted finally, interrupting Lareine’s thoughts. “Allow me at least to buy a new cotton candy for you before I go.” “N-no need”, Lareine exclaimed, shaking her head and lifting her hands in front of her. “Like I said, I already ‘ad an overdose o’ -” “Then allow me to give you money for something else you’d like -”, Silke was digging something up from her pocket. “N-no, I don’t wanna -”, Lareine tried to deter. “Take the damn money or I’ll throw it into the nearest lake!” Silke hissed, gently grabbed Lareine’s wrist and dropped a bunch of gil on her palm. The coins were so shiny they looked like brand new. The mage bowed politely and was about to turn to leave. “Actually..!” Lareine cried out. “Ya haven’t been ‘olding mi back, Silke. Quite the contrary! Tha main reason I was on such a bad mood was because I ‘ad to come ‘ere all alone. Tha only two I asked to come wid mi are soo fockin’ busy all tha time, damn married with deir works dey are…” Silke blinked again, looking surprised. Then she laughed. “Are you kidding me? I could’ve said that.” Lareine looked at her curiously, while she continued: “I also asked my sister to come with me here, and she, too, declined - surprise, surprise: because of work! So I came alone.”

They stared at each other for a moment. “Well, if ya insist -”, Lareine started and slipped the coins into her pocket. “Well, if I’m not disturbing -”, Silke started at the same time. They both fell silent, waiting for the other one to say their thing first. A stubborn smile tried to creep its way on Silke’s face. “Show me where the damn cotton candy shop is”, she ordered grandiloquently, while pointing randomly somewhere towards the crowd. “We go there first. And then we go to the ice-cream shop. And after that… hmm, do you happen to like games?”

[lickstynine]

Oily Jace and the Smol Greasy Bitch (part 1)

A/N: Since @sickandvomiting and I are in love with our 50′s AU of Jace and Elizabeth, and equally in love with brutal whump, we decided to write the story of how Greaser Jace got his scars. I had to change the origin, since a car wreck that severe would’ve just straight-up killed him back then. Anyway, this was really fun to write, so I hope y’all enjoy reading it. Coordinating illustration(s) to come.

Jace felt like he’d been walking for about ten hours, though it had really only been about thirty minutes. Normally his long legs could’ve taken him from the bar to Elizabeth’s place in ten or fifteen, but it was hard to walk quickly when he was actively losing blood. When he’d first stood up, it had been a struggle to ignore the searing pain of several deep cuts. Now he was so lightheaded, the pain was negligible, but his ability to stand was quickly fading. It felt like he’d been trudging through miles of concrete jungle. He was about to give up and lay down in an alley to accept his fate when a familiar sight wobbled before his eyes. Just down the road, Elizabeth’s dilapidated brownstone was visible under a flickering streetlight, its telltale patches of moss and missing brick mercifully familiar.

Jace sighed in relief, sending a fresh jolt of pain through several cuts and some probably-cracked ribs. It stung fiercely, but it woke him up a bit, and he forced himself to keep walking, cursing and fumbling as he scaled the rusty fire escape. His right wrist screamed when he grabbed onto the railing, but he didn’t let go. Just two flights of creaky old stairs, and he’d be safe. By the time he reached Elizabeth’s window, he was one stiff wind away from toppling right back down the fire escape. He leaned heavily on the rail, using his good hand to rap on the glass.

“Ey! Doll face! You up?” Even in this state, Jace knew well enough to whisper. If he woke up Elizabeth’s neighbors, or god forbid, her parents, they’d both be dead.

Momentarily the curtains were drawn back to reveal Elizabeth’s face behind the glass. The grin she wore at the surprise of seeing him quickly faded, however, as she got full sight of him. Blood streamed down his face, neck, and chest, staining his white t-shirt a dark brownish red.

“Jace, what the fuck!!” she hissed, opening the creaky window as quietly as she could. “What happened? Who did this to you?” She tugged on his arm, trying to pull him into the room, but pulled away when he winced sharply.

“I… I can clue you. Kinda.” Jace climbed in the window himself, hissing, wincing, and groaning and eventually just landing face first on the ground. “Shit…”

Elizabeth jumped at the sound, and her hands momentarily flitted to his back before she stood back up and peeked out her door. Good, the hallway was clear. They hadn’t heard.

“Better get to explaining there, honey,” she whispered, closing the door as quietly as possible. She fluttered back to him and helped him to sit upright. “Thank god the floor is wood,” she muttered when she saw the bloodstain left on the scuffed floorboards.

“Sorry.” Jace tried to grin sheepishly, but it was more of a grimace. “I wasn't even tryin’ to start shit this time.”

She gave him a skeptical look.

“I wasn't!” Jace cried, “I was at the bar with the guys, and there were a couple punks hangin’ out nearby... hollerin' at the bartender and just bein' assholes. Leo and Donny had to bail early, so it was just me and Aaron there the rest of the night. It's gettin' late, we're about to head out, and we hear a ruckus over on the far side of the bar. It's those punks from before. They're all over this kitten, they clearly wanna neck 'er and she is not havin’ it.” He paused, waiting for a reaction from Elizabeth. She scrunched her nose distastefully, and he continued.

“So I go over there. I tell 'em to back off unless they wanna knuckle sandwich. Aaron cut out soon as I started talkin'. You know him, he's such a wet rag with that shit. Too scared of gettin' in trouble. But anyway, so I'm tellin' these punks to leave the girl alone, they tell me to get bent and go back to grabbin' at 'er.” Again, Jace paused, and Elizabeth scoffed obligingly.

“So I yanked the closer guy offa her and decked him, and his friend lets go'a the girl to help 'im. At first I was creamin' 'em, like those two were half dead, and then outta the woodwork, like five more guys pop up to help the bastards. But I don't wanna just bail, cause what are they gonna do to that girl if I turn tail like Aaron. So I'm just tryin' to keep my head above water, and one of these nosebleeds breaks a goddamn bottle an' comes at me with it. Nearly cut my fuckin' head off before I kicked it outta his hand. Dunno what I woulda done if the bartender hadn't threatened to call the cops. Jackasses ran off, but it was already past close, so I had to cut out, too. I didn't even see where that girl got off to… I just hope those creeps didn't find her."

Elizabeth just hummed in response, at a loss for words. As he’d been speaking, she had started wiping the blood off his face and neck with a washcloth and the water from her hot water bottle. She paused and met his eyes, and cupped the uninjured side of his face with her hand.

“I’m so sorry that happened, sugar,” she said, wiping a streak of blood and sweat from his cheek with her thumb. “But hey, we match now!” She flashed him a concerned smile, and was pleased when he momentarily grinned back, though the expression quickly morphed into a grimace.

Jace shrugged, his face immediately screwing up in painful regret. “I mean… it was the right thing to do… I think. Maybe I shoulda just butted out...” He sighed, and his good hand flew to his ribs, which were aching much worse than earlier. Any last dregs of adrenaline were long gone by now, and he could feel the edges of the cuts on his chest tugging with every breath. “I'm gonna hafta borrow a shirt from Donny or somethin’... If I come home in this, Mom's gonna flip her lid.”

“Hey, no, it wasn’t your fault. People are just… like that,” she said, resuming her work on his wounds. “I would offer you one of my dad’s shirts, but it would be like me trying to wear a baby onesie,” she added with a chuckle. After a moment, she stopped again. She could see deep down into the whitish yellow viscera in some of the cuts, and while the bleeding was slowing, it wasn’t slowing as quickly as she’d like.

“You should really get to a hospital, Jace,” she murmured. “All I’ve got here is iodine, alcohol, and Rawleigh’s.”

“That should be fine.” Jace shrugged, as if he had a bad paper cut and not a couple pints of blood soaking his shirt.

“It won-” she started loudly, but caught herself and lowered her voice to a whisper again. “It won’t be fine! I can’t take care of this by myself, you need a doctor!”

Jace sighed. “How do you want me to get there, Liz? Aaron picked me up today.”

“I dunno, we could flag down a taxi or something? I don’t have any money though, and I don’t think I can very well ask my parents,” she trailed off. “Besides, I doubt any cab would take us with you lookin’ like this.”

“Yeah, I got money, but…” Jace sighed. He was wracking his brain, trying to figure out who he might be able to call. At first, his vacant gaze seemed thoughtful, but then his eyelids fluttered and he slumped forward against Elizabeth.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she hissed, tapping his face. “Jace, c’mon baby, wake up.” When he didn’t respond, she held his head against the crook of her neck and stroked his hair, swallowing down the newfound panic that was crawling into her throat. “Shit!”

She pushed Jace back against the wall as gently as she could, though his head lolled back and hit the drywall with a hollow thump. She muttered an apology despite the fact that he couldn’t hear it, and stood as quietly as she could, afraid the thud had woken her parents. She listened for a moment, head cocked toward the door—nothing except her mom’s muffled snoring from down the hall.

She made her way to their living room, dancing around the creaky floorboards in a routine that was now muscle memory from repetition. She dialed the number as quietly as she could, wincing every time to rotary dial reset with a click and a metallic ring. When the operator picked up, she gave the number to Jace’s home, and silently hoped upon hope that it would be his dad answering, and not his mom.

The phone rang a few times, and Elizabeth practically collapsed with relief when Vody’s deep voice and clipped accent came through the receiver.

“Hyello? Who this?” He didn't sound angry, luckily, but he was definitely confused. Phone calls at three in the morning rarely meant good news.

“Mr. Romanovich! It’s Elizabeth. Please come to my house, it’s important. Jace is here. Please help.” The words came tumbling out in a rush, accompanied by sudden tears and a choked sob, and she found herself hanging up the phone before he could even open his mouth to respond.

Vody stood over the phone for a moment, dumbfounded as it buzzed in his ear. He could only imagine what Jace had gotten into, but he supposed now wasn't the time to worry about it. Not bothering to throw on real clothes, he simply grabbed his car keys and stepped into the boots he'd left by the front door. It wasn't cold out this time of year, and even if it had been, New York winter was about as cool as a Siberian summer. Despite being clad in only his boxers and a tank top, he strolled shamelessly out to his car, climbing in and gunning it down the road.

The streets weren't as busy this time of night, and it didn't take long for Vody to pull up in front of Elizabeth's brownstone. He parked out front and hurried up to the door, hesitant to actually knock at this hour.

Luckily, the door swung open as soon as he reached the landing; Elizabeth had been listening for him. She held a finger up to her lips and pointed to his feet, and for a moment Vody caught a glint of tears on her cheeks in the dimly lit doorway. He took off his clunky boots and she guided him deftly through the hallway, showing him how to avoid the noisy floorboards. They miraculously made it to her room with minimal sound. There, Jace had slid down the wall and was slumped sideways onto the ground, seemingly lifeless. Elizabeth clamped a hand over her mouth when she reflexively gasped, and after dashing over to him and taking a moment to compose herself, she turned to Vody.

“Please help. He’s hurt bad.”

Vody sighed quietly. He wasn't exactly fazed - he'd seen people in much sorrier states during the war - but that didn't mean he wanted to see his son torn up and bleeding to death. He didn't bother asking questions yet, crouching down to scoop Jace off the ground as carefully as possible. Jace groaned slightly, his eyelids flickering, but he slumped over against Vody's chest as soon as he was picked up. Vody stood up easily, not at all bothered by the weight. Elizabeth hurried to open the door for him, and they crept out to the car in fearful silence.

Once Jace was placed carefully into the passenger seat, Vody climbed back into the driver's, starting the car while Elizabeth hopped into the back. He finally broke the silence, as there was a rather important question to be asked.

“You know where nearest hospital is?”

“Yeah.” She supplied him with the location and the quickest way she knew to get there, and once again fell silent. Her eye was fixed on Jace, and she reached up to squeeze his shoulder. After a few moments she spoke again, this time more quietly.

“I should have called you sooner. I’m sorry. I waited too long.” A sob caught in her throat and she bit it back, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to stem the flow of tears. Nonetheless, they rolled down her face and she ducked out of sight, ashamed of both her inaction which led to this situation, and the way she was currently handling it.

“Hey. You okay. You not nurse. Not trained to take care of hurt people. Freak out is normal. You try to help. That what matter. We go to hospital now. Will be okay.” Vody reached one of his long arms back to gently pat her shoulder.  

“You cold?” He asked tactfully, having been trying not to stare at her very thin nightie for a while now. “Should be blanket somewhere in back.”

“Yeah, thanks,” she said with a sniffle, pulling the worn fleece around her shoulders. “The hospital is right up here,” she added as they turned onto the correct street.

Vody went quiet again as they pulled up in front of the emergency room. He parked right there, rushing around to pick up Jace and carry him inside. The poor nurse at the desk looked horrified, hastily paging the doctor on call. It wasn't long before a stretcher appeared, nurses pushing it and a doctor hurrying alongside. Vody set Jace on the stretcher as carefully as possible, following along without waiting for an invitation as they wheeled off down the hall. He gestured for Elizabeth to come with, fully ready to fight anyone that tried to stop them.

She tagged along behind him, jogging to keep up with their quick pace. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, feeling exposed in the public hallway. She didn’t even bother to gather the ends of it off the floor, instead letting it trail behind her like a sad cape. When they arrived at the room, the nurses stopped both of them, one laying a gentle but firm hand on Vody’s chest.

“You can both stay here and watch, but you have to give us room to work,” she explained. “There’s a waiting area down the hall, too,” she added, though it was more of a suggestion than an additional detail.

“We’re staying. We’ll stay out of your way,” Elizabeth stated.

Vody nodded firmly. He wasn't going anywhere until he knew Jace would be okay. He leaned on the wall, sighing quietly as he watched nurses frantically slice away Jace's clothes and work to staunch the wounds that were still trickling blood. When the doctor got to work, Vody finally looked down at Elizabeth.

“What happened?” His voice was softer and more subdued than Elizabeth had ever heard, the mischievous twinkle long gone from his eye.

“Some punks gave him a beating when he tried to help out a girl they were harassing,” she said, her gaze never leaving Jace. There was so much blood. She reached blindly for Vody’s hand, and ended up latching onto his arm with trembling fingers. He put an arm around her, strong and sturdy. There was a long sigh followed by silence as he pondered his response. He didn't want to say Jace should've left the girl to be harassed, but he couldn't think of a better solution either. It was just a shit situation. He sighed again, low and heavy.

“Am trying to decide if I should call his mother. Obviously, will tell her either way, but... Don't know if better to go home and talk later, or call now.”

“Jace wouldn’t want her to worry,” Elizabeth replied. “He didn’t want you to worry either,” she added after a second.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Vody snorted. “He seriously think he just going to come home and pretend he fine?” He shook his head. “Too much like me.”

Elizabeth found herself chuckling along with him. “I think he really believed he could just waltz in and no one would notice a thing. He’s a real dipstick sometimes…”

Vody nodded, a smile flickering on his face. It faded quickly, and he ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Have cigarettes in car. I go get. You stay, watch him.”

As he turned to leave, Elizabeth caught his hand and he paused.

“He’s gonna be okay, Mr. Romanovich.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “He always is. He has to be.”

Vody forced a smile for her. “He have you. That help.” He trudged off down the hall, ignoring the strange look he got from a passing nurse.

As promised, he returned a few minutes later with a lighter and a pack of cigarettes in hand, one already lit in his mouth. He held them out to Elizabeth without a word. She took one and allowed him to light it for her as she puffed, blowing a small cloud of smoke against the glass of the ICU room wall. The scene seemed to drag on for far too long, with an alarming amount of blood and sharp tools. Easily the most gruesome was an incision the doctor made between two ribs, inserting a tube to drain blood from the chest cavity. Even Vody grimaced at the sight. Between him and Elizabeth, the pack of cigarettes was quickly depleting.

Eventually, the doctor came out to talk to them. He explained that they had patched up all the cuts, but they wanted to keep an eye on Jace for a while, since some of the wounds were deep, with one having nicked his small intestine, and another puncturing his left lung. They were going to take him for x-rays now that he wasn't going to bleed out on the radiologist, and do further repairs once they knew for sure what was broken. Vody nodded along, listening closely but at a loss for words.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Elizabeth replied in his stead. As he left, she turned to Vody and grabbed his large palm. “Hear that? He’s gonna be okay.”

Vody sighed, nodding half-heartedly. “Da.” He leaned against the wall, slowly sinking down until he was sitting on the floor. It honestly looked a bit ridiculous - a giant man, smudged with blood, wearing work boots and heart-print boxers, sitting on the pristine hospital tile. He had told himself he was going to be calm. He was the father here, he had to be responsible and take care of things. At the same time, it took all his self-control to stay quiet and composed. He felt like an idiot. A failure. A fuck-up. Had he raised Jace to be too much like himself? Should he have been keeping a closer eye on his son? How the fuck did this even happen? He sighed deeply, and it wobbled as he choked down a sob.

“Mr. Romanovich?” Elizabeth questioned, hearing the slight tremble in his breath. She laid her hand on his shoulder hesitantly, unsure of what to do.

“Hm?” Vody didn't dare to look up; he felt pathetic. He was sitting on the floor crying, being comforted by a little girl. The hallway was far too silent to miss his sniffles, and his face burned red with embarrassment.

Without a word, Elizabeth stepped into the now empty ICU room and rooted around for a bit before discovering a cache of blankets. She brought one out and draped it around Vody’s shoulders before sliding down to the floor next to him and resting the side of her head against his arm. Sniffling quietly, he patted her hair in silent gratitude.

“He’s okay,” she whispered. It felt as though any sound in the quiet hall would break the thin barrier keeping their emotions at bay, and she closed her eyes as the words dissipated against the white walls.

Vody kept a sturdy arm around Elizabeth, awake and alert as much as he didn't want to be. He was too on edge to even consider spacing out - it felt like if he blinked, he might open his eye to a doctor leading them down to the morgue. Of course, that wasn't the case, and after a while, a nurse came to talk to them. She explained that they'd found several breaks, but luckily, none were compounded. They'd had to put screws into Jace's wrist, since he'd fucked up the alignment of the bones pretty badly (likely trying to climb the fire escape), and they wanted to keep a close eye on his ribs, to make sure they didn't interfere with the healing of his lung. Despite this seemingly endless list of awful news, she assured them that Jace was expected to recover completely; he would just need care and rest for a while.

“He’s stable now, I can take you to his room if you like?”

Vody nodded, scrambling to his feet and helping Elizabeth up as well. He hurried after the nurse as she guided them to a simple patient room. Jace was sprawled out on the bed, his lanky legs mere inches from drooping off the edge. His wrist was wrapped heavily in plaster and bandages, and his arms and torso were covered in fresh stitches, including particularly nasty gashes across his left pectoral and below his navel. The tube was still in his chest, and he was attached to a delightful assortment of monitors to track his vitals. The entire right side of his face was covered in bandages, with a long line of stitches and a patchwork of bruises on the other cheek.

Vody couldn't help cringing at the sight. Somehow this was almost worse than the gorey mess earlier. Maybe because he could no longer tell himself it was just the blood everywhere that made it seem so bad, or maybe because he'd never seen Jace look so weak and vulnerable. It felt wrong, and Vody couldn't help feeling responsible. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, but hesitated, not wanting to jostle Jace or mess up any of the equipment.

Elizabeth had no such anxieties, and rushed to his side. She brushed a strand of hair off the exposed side of his face, fingers tracing along his brow, then down his jawline. They lingered momentarily on his lips, and she smiled sadly when she felt his warm breath on them. It reminded her that he would be okay. Jace stirred slightly at her touch, letting out a soft groan. Vody perked up at once, watching them closely.

“Jace?” she whispered. “You awake?”

Jace's eyelids fluttered, and he squinted against the bright hospital lights. His vision was hazy, but the massive mane of dark curls hovering over him was unmistakable. “Hey, doll face… how goes it?”

“Oh, just peachy,” she replied with a chuckle that ended in a stifled sob. Tears began rolling soundlessly down her cheeks as she took his face in both hands and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Welcome back to the land of the living,” she added, voice thick with emotion.

“Didn't miss it as much as I thought I would. Shit hurts.” Jace was trying to be light-hearted, but even faking a smile made him grimace. He patted the mattress beside him with his good hand. “C'mere, there's space for your skinny little ass.” That brought a more genuine smirk out of him, followed by a grunt of pain. Every movement seemed to hurt, even just talking. “Christ alive, they got any drugs in this quack shack or do I just get to sit here suffering?”

“You’re already on enough to send any of us normal folk to cloud nine,” she said, hesitating and shooting a glance in Vody’s direction. “But you’re a pretty big cat too, so you can probably handle some more. I’ll go get the nurse, leave you two alone for a moment.” With a quick pivot, she scampered away, leaving the room in a breathless silence as Jace’s good eye focused slowly on his father.

“Shit.” Even as he'd realized he was in the hospital, Jace had still naively hoped his parents hadn't found out. He was clearly panicked, stumbling over his words as he tried to explain himself. “Okay so, ya see, the thing is-”

Vody cut him off. “Hush. Miss Lizbeth told me everything. You think I'm mad at you, Jason?” He was almost laughing as he said it.

“Well… kinda?” Jace admitted. He didn't even have a good reason for why. He'd just assumed that going out, being rowdy, and getting into trouble meant his parents would be pissed.

“Did you start fight?” Vody asked plainly.

“Not really… I mean… I threw the first punch, but I was just tryna get those creeps offa that poor girl!” Jace tried to sit up, naturally getting animated as he defended himself. He promptly fell back on the pillows with a grimace.

“Then why would I be mad?”

Jace paused, looking up at his father for a moment as he thought. “...I dunno.”

Now Vody couldn't help laughing. “Too much my son, you are…” He plunked down on the foot of the bed, patting Jace's knee gently. “I not mad at you. Was worried, of course. But I not mad. Your mother…” Vody sighed, knowing Serafina likely wouldn't be happy about Jace getting in a fight, even one most people would consider justified. “I will talk to your mother.”

Jace cringed. “Do you have to tell Mom?”

Vody snorted. “Well, yes. How am I explain broken hand and stitches face?”

“...right. Good point.” Jace sighed. He really didn't want to have to talk to Serafina, even if Vody talked to her first. He got distracted from his worries when Elizabeth walked back in with a nurse, who approached Jace with another syringe and inserted it into his IV tube.

“Just a little more morphine. We don’t want to go overboard,” the nurse said with a small smile, which Elizabeth returned as the nurse left the room.

Jace visibly relaxed as the meds hit his system, and Elizabeth found herself laughing. “Naturally, you beat up some goons, get totaled, and end up high as a kite on the good stuff.” She took his hand in hers, careful to avoid the bandages and stitching. “Fucking beatnik.” She raised an eyebrow when he smirked at her, no longer wincing at the movement.

“Look,” he grinned, “this wasn't how I planned to spend my Friday night. The beat life chose me.”

“It's Saturday morning. Has been for while now.” Vody chimed in.

“Shit, is it?” Jace looked at his wrist as if he ever wore a watch.

“Da. Sun came up hour ago.” Vody confirmed.

“Ah, shit…” Jace smiled apologetically at Elizabeth. “Sorry baby. Normally, I try to make our all-nighters a little more fun.”

“Jace!” Elizabeth hissed through clenched teeth and leaned in conspiratorially. “Your father is in here with us, shut up!” She flashed Vody a sheepish smile and clamped a hand as gently as she could over Jace’s mouth when he started to speak again.

Vody just chuckled. “Your secret safe with me. He not get habits from his mother.” He sighed. “Who I probably need go talk to. Wish luck.”

“Slay the dragon!” Jace encouraged, muffled by Elizabeth's hand, who flashed Vody another apologetic grin.  

As soon as Vody left the room, Elizabeth whirled on him in mock outrage.

“You knucklehead! Sayin’ shit like that in front of the old man,” she muttered, climbing up onto the bed with him. “You really are the most, aren’t ya?”

“Baby, I'm more than the most.” Jace grinned, slinging his less-damaged arm around her. “Like your nightgown, by the way. Meant to tell ya earlier, but I was busy… y'know… bleedin’ out.” He laughed, drowning in far too much morphine to be worried about his mortality.

She curled into his chest with a snort, tactfully avoiding his more grievous wounds, and gently kissed his collarbone before laying her head down and falling silent, listening to the steady beat of his heart and feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breath.

“You really scared us, you know,” she said finally. “Us meaning him too. He was terrified.”

Jace snorted derisively. “You're pullin' my leg. I've never seen Dad scared.”

“Really, babe. Like, really really.”

Jace furrowed his brows, seeming to be in serious thought for possibly the first time ever. He didn't say anything for a while, then quietly ventured, “How bad do I look?”

“Like how I imagine someone might look after a tiger attack. Which is to say, pretty damn bad.” She fell silent for a moment, then quietly added “Scary bad, honestly.” Her hand trailed slowly along the edge of his bandages, mapping out the new tracks it would have to follow.

Jace cringed. She hadn't even tried to sugarcoat it - it was too bad to bother. He'd been considering asking for a mirror, but now he was honestly afraid. “Oh… shit.” As stupid as it was, he couldn't help being more worried about his appearance than his health. Cuts would recover. Good looks… not so much.

Elizabeth lifted her head to face him, and found his eyes darting down to assess the damage for himself, slight panic beginning to show in his face when he saw exactly how many injuries there were, their centers stained a deep browning red.

“Hey, don’t do that. Not yet,” she said, lifting his chin with two fingers and tilting it toward her face. “Not yet…” She smiled sadly when his good eye finally focused on hers, and she kissed his brow. Jace tried to force a smile, but it didn't stick. He wasn't sure if it was the stress or the drugs, but he was struggling to focus. Thoughts were spinning around like a whirlwind in his head, and the bed no longer felt steady beneath him. He squeezed his eyes shut with a tense sigh.

“You’re okay, baby,” Elizabeth said, rearranging herself so that his head could rest on her chest instead. “I’ve got you.” She carded a hand slowly through his hair. The nurses had washed the blood and product out of it to get him cleaned up before the surgery, and it was soft under her hand.

“Just sleep. We’ll deal with whatever comes up tomorrow. For now, just sleep.” She continued her gentle ministrations, and when his good eye remained wide open, head spinning with endless possibilities, each less desirable than the last, she started humming. Gently, sweetly. A stupid little song that they’d heard in a jukebox when they first met. After a while, his eyes fluttered shut as the morphine made the thoughts indecipherable and he stopped trying to think, and stopped trying not to think. Instead, he just let himself be, and feel Elizabeth’s hands in his hair, the warmth of her body, and sound of her voice. And eventually, he was lulled into a deep but peaceless sleep.

[e1ana]

leisure writing :)

recently by brain has been all AHHHHHHDHHBSGDVJHS BCHJNNH and its really negatively impacted my writing, especially for my fics :( 

i’ve decided to go on a short hiatus for them for a bit to let my brain catch up. i’ve just been writing random stuff and letting it go in a n y direction to give my brain  break and i think??? this might??? be the best?????? decision ive ever made????? my brain just feels so un-fried. its awesome. 

so far it seems to be taking the shape of a YoI fic? idk. I just finished the show for the second time and i absolutely love it! I guess by brain’s been wired on Yuri!!! for a bit now so i’m not surprised at the direction its headed.

i’m still letting it go in any direction though, and i’m not sure if im going to put it up in a03 (i might if i decide i like it, but im not working on it with the intent of uploading it.)

so yeah. here’s the first bit of that. i though i’d upload it on here just bc i can and idk what else to do with it. hope you enjoy :) rating is teen bc of some cursing but thats it

(korkad means stupid in swedish)

Rain.

It wasn’t a loud sound - just the gentle pitter-patter of it against a window can paint a room in a quiet, soothing blanket of white noise. Viktor Nikiforov buries himself further in his comforter. Mid April drizzles really were something else. 

Begrudgingly, VIktor pulls himself from his bed. He looks out of his beside window to find a sunset that perfectly matched with the serene morning rain. 

He yawns and stretches, a soft grumble coming from his lips. He stands up and walks to his kitchen. Every morning is practically the same - wake up, debate going back to sleep, brush teeth/expensive and extensive skincare, eat, and go straight to the rink. Getting up at 7 am might sound overkill, but the lax speed of Viktor’s early morning routine needs extra breathing room.

He drags a hand full of some kind of sweet smelling lotion down his face, massaging it in with the melting pot of other creams and serums. The concoction is thick on his face, though not totally unpleasant. Viktor feels a bit more invigorated now, the cold water startling him up. Nevertheless, he starts the coffee machine. He swings his legs as he sits atop the counter and scrolls through his instagram. A sharp pinch on the cheek startled him from his trance.

“I told you to stop sitting on the counter, korkad. Nobody wants to cook on your ass juice.”

Ah, the overlooked step to the routine - cope with an insufferable roomate at ‘too early’ am.

“Good morning, Chris. I hope you slept well.”

Maybe insufferable wasn’t the right word for Chris normally, but his unrivalled snark and Viktor’s early morning sluggishness were not a fantastic mix. Chris grabs him by the sweatshirt and nearly yanks him off of the marble tabletop. He makes a show of wiping the area where Viktors butt once was. Finally, the sweet sound of gurgling and spluttering signifies the end of the coffee maker’s cycle. 

Viktor pours in a fairly reasonable amount of sweetened cream, the dark brown going caramel colored and scented. He takes a long gulp, downing half the mug in one go. He looks up at Chris, who is now leaning against counter one on arm and glaring. He offers a smile at the glowering man.

“Okay, now you can be a sassy bitch.”

Chris rolls up the towel and flicks it at Viktor’s butt, drawing an undignified squeak from the slightly shorter man. He snorts a laugh, but thankfully gives Viktor his space for the rest of the morning. 

He finishes the rest of his coffee quickly, the caffeine already buzzing through his brain. He checks his watch - nearly time to leave. He packs a few protein bars and water bottles along with his sweets and shirt. He calls out to Chris before grabbing his keys and locking the door. 

He pulls his sweatshirt hood a little tighter around his face, slipping into his freezing cold car. He clicked on the heat, despising how long it took for the damn thing to heat up. 

The drive to the rink was slow today. He wasn’t in any rush, and the slow rain hitting the metal roof of his car made for a nice serenade. He watched the outside pass by slowly, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel absentmindedly. 

When he pulled up to the rink, he noticed two things. One, it was bustling with activity. Usually, the place looked practically deserted at nine in the morning. The swarms of people and clicking cameras were an odd sight. 

Two, a man stands outside of the rink, wringing his wrists. He bites his lips and looks impossibly nervous. He blinks a couple of times before waving his hands frantically at one of the reporters. Viktor can’t help but laugh out loud in the solitude of his car. He pulls into the driveway, eyeing the dark haired man the whole time.

He’s vaguely familiar - Viktor’s sure he’s seen those blue framed glasses sitting on some side bench at some competition somewhere. He isn’t unattractive either. His black hair and brown eyes contrast with the pale skin of his babyish face. It gives him a look of purity. It’s a nice look. Admittedly, it’s aided by the ample blush on his cheeks and the way he rocks from foot to foot nervously. It’s a very cute habit, Viktor’s always thought.

Victor steps out of his car. Maybe he slams his car door a little louder than normal to make some of the reporters turn their heads, maybe he doesn’t. Regardless, they’re hounding on him in seconds, asking about this jump and that score. He answers all of their questions with a blinding smile, hoping that his glance towards the man goes unnoticed. Well, rather, where the man was. The glass door swings violently and Viktor catches his bag disappearing around a corner.

It takes longer than Viktor would've liked to get rid of the reporters and slip into the rink. His tight routine is now skewed fifteen minutes late. He stretches quickly and laces up his skates as quickly as possible to increase his time on the ice. 

He approaches the entrance gate, one foot already on the ice when something whirrs by him. His gaze is captured by none other than the man who was stood outside. 

Immediately, Viktor becomes enraptured with him. All he's doing is skating around the perimeter of the rink. Somehow, though, the swinging strides of his legs and the way his arms lift ever so slightly from the elbows when he glides paint him in the picture of grace. Viktor can’t help but stare as he completes another circle. Finally, when the man passes him a third time, he turns to look at Viktor. The grey haired man’s cheeks heat up under his unsettled gaze.

“Do you need some-”

Red creeps up the neck of the other man, his eyes widening when he realized who he’s talking to. He spins back around and pushes off even faster than before. 

Viktor steps onto the ice, heart pounding. Fuck. Fuuuck. He internally moans at the increasing awkwardness in the air. Damn his annoying fame and prestige! Here he was, embarrassing himself in front of someone he vaguely remembered who could potentially be important and was definitely attractive. Embarrassing himself just by existing. 

Whatever. He flicks his ankle out, starting a slow circle around the rink. If an onlooker glaneed over, it might look like the other man was chasing him. Though it was practically the other way around, Viktor considered. 

Eventually, Viktor felt warm enough to do some actual exercises. A few combination spins, a few brackets. Nothing obscene. He starts his program once he feels his joints ease into the jumps. 

The feeling isn't the same as the first time he did the program. Victory - it was the theme of his piece. Clearly, it’d gotten him where he wanted the first few times. The thrill of first place was incredible. It inspired him so much, the feeling of winning pushing forth his every movement. It had felt so overwhelmingly good. Now, after his fifth medal, the program didn’t mean much. His publicist had pushed him to do the same program every year, if not with a few major improvements each time.

Regardless of how many new spins or complicated jumps he added, the piece was tired. He was bored of this. There was simply no other way to put it. Even as he landed the perfectly executed triple axle that had been worked into his program, Viktor felt his heart sag.

He ran through the program a few more times, each with decreasing vigor. He didn’t even notice the man skate by him (albeit with a wide berth) and exit the rink. Drenched in sweat and disappointment, Viktor literally laid down on the ice. Maybe it wasn’t the most professional move in the book, but the freezing cold felt good on his hot skin. He hummed and got back to his feet, skating one last cool down lap before exiting and sliding on his blade covers.

He took a cold shower. Unusual, but the weight of the day didn't seem like it could just be melted away. He closed his eyes, letting the freezing water run down his body. It soothes is aching muscles and bones. Technically, the hot alternative would be better at melting away the lactic acid in his muscles. He could have a long soak in the tub when he got home, though - the temporary relief of cold water was more than satisfactory for now. 

He stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his hips. The cool air inside of the building almost felt warm in contrast to Viktor’s cold skin. He pulled on a new shirt and pants.

Viktor was surprised to see the other man slinging his bag over his shoulder. He didn’t appear to see the higher ranking skater, ad he sidled to the door without a second glance. Before he stepped out, though, he turned and froze. 

“I… uh…” he paused and looked up, searching for the right words. “I wanted to thank you for earlier. You know. With the reporters. So, uh. Thanks.”

Before Viktor could pipe back with a cheery ‘no problem’ or ‘the pleasure's all mine, tell me your name and let me take you for a drink in my very expensive sports car,’ the man was gone. Viktor followed suit as fast as he could, but there was no catching the man now. Gone, forever.

[chimchimchoo]

Fly Me to the Moon :: Ch 8

Genre: Pure fluff crack

Word Count: 28,636

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Collaborated with @tayvengeance

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

“CHEER UP THIS SAD, EMO BOY!”

02-222-3333

Jimin stared at the note on the bathroom wall for a solid 5 minutes before he pulled out his phone and typed in the number.

authors note: we do not own any of the pictures, for better formatting so it’s more comfortable to read, check it out on AO3! AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14944508/chapters/36315222 Twitters: Tae’s Sujin’s <3 - Tae & sujin

Prepare yourselves, this is a 28k moNSTER of fluffy goods

**WARNING, mild smut toward the end

Chat With Mochi_Moves:

2016.02.14

08:12

Mochi_Moves:

its the day

where it’s okay to be the most disgustingly

cute and amazing boyfriend to it’s fullest power™

HAPPY

VALENTINES

DAY

I love you Min Yoongi

you complete me

c:

c: c: c: c: c:

also

you’re really fucking hot when you play the piano

just saying

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(i havent stopped thinking about that video since you sent it to me)

(thanks)

SUGA:

Morning, Jimin-ah

love of my life

The Sid to my Nancy

The Sally to my Jack

I’m sorry these are het couples

but

you’re my everything

I love you too

Mochi_Moves:

<3

I cant wait to spend all day

in the hotel

it’ll be so nice to get away from everything

and just be with you

howEVER

tomorrows the big date night

and im even more excited for this

do you wanna hear the big plan i got for us?

SUGA:

LAY IT ON ME, BABY.

(also side note, there is a piano in the lounge that I will

play until I am forcibly removed from it, just for you)

Mochi_Moves:

weLL

i noticed by pure coincidence

that fall out boy was having worldwide concert

and one of the locations was here

tomorrow

so i /may/ have gotten us tickets for it

SUGA:

holy shit

Mochi_Moves:

but afterwards

i got a whole picnic planned out by a park

specially made by Jin because

1. its cheaper

2. he’s an excellent cook

but it’s going to have candles and music

and we can dance under the stars

and it’ll be the most magical thing in the world

SUGA:

I’m not crying

I promise

my eyes are just sweating

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=093GjYcDg-4

Mochi_Moves:

and tHEN

after you made that booking for tonight

and went to the bathroom

i added a second night

because why the hell not c:

c: c: c:

does this plan sound alright?

SUGA:

Jimin, that sounds so damn perfect

I could kiss you

in fact

I WILL kiss you

many many many many times today

because I CAN

In FACT

ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT I’LL MAKE LOVE TO YOUUUU

LIKE YOU WANT ME TOOOO

AND I’LL HOLD YOU TIGHT

BABY ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT I’LL MAKE LOVE TO YOUUU

WHEN YOU WANT ME TO

AND I WILL NOT LET GO

TILL YOU TELL ME TO

Mochi_Moves:

POUR THE WINE

LIGHT THE FIRE

SUGA:

is my command your wish?

will you submit to my demands?

will you do anything I ask?

Mochi_Moves:

baby tonight is your night

and i will do you right

c:

SUGA:

Okay

so check in is at 3

so

before that

I made lunch reservations at a nice restaurant

at noon

and I figured as soon as you’re ready for the day, you could just come

over to my place and be with me until lunch

because it’s 8:30 am and I haven’t seen you in like

6 hours

Mochi_Moves:

well heck

where the hell are my pants

and my scarf

and the box of chocolates i may or may not have gotten for you

6 hours is so long

i’m coming over asap

(wow look how Gay™ we are)

SUGA:

God

I’m so whipped for you

***

Yoongi sat his phone down and realized he had a stupid, huge grin plastered onto his face. He couldn’t help himself. Two whole days with Jimin. No, three whole days with Jimin. Without faltering his grin, he got up and put on his date night outfit -- fitted black slacks with a white silk blouse that cut down mid-chest, topped off with a black and white floral jacket and a thick choker. He looked in the mirror and thought he might be going a little overboard but fuck it, he was spending Valentine’s day with Park Jimin -- aka the actual love of his life. And while it was exhilarating to think about, he was actually growing nervous about having sex with Jimin and was overcompensating for his nerves by over dressing.

Not more than five minutes after he had finished getting ready, Yoongi heard the soft rapping of Jimin’s knuckles on the front door, and he thought his heart might explode. When he opened the door, he was greeted by a Jimin imposter. There was no happy, bubbly, soft, sweet boyfriend staring at him, oh no. This Jimin had his hair pushed back and a choker around his neck. He was wearing a black blouse similar to Yoongi’s and tight black pants, complemented by a blue velvet jacket. Yoongi was almost positive that this was not the same boy who was just texting him sappy shit because it’s Valentine’s day. No, this was NOT Park Jimin. Yoongi licked his lips habitually, but also because the man standing in front of him was making his mouth water.

Jimin leaned against the doorframe, biting his lip followed by a wink. “Hey there sexy beast.” He wiggled his eyebrows, using everything he had to hold in his laughter.

On second thought, this 100% was Park Jimin, his complete dork of a boyfriend. Yoongi smiled as his eyes met Jimin’s.

“Hyung!” Jimin screamed as he jumped toward Yoongi, slamming his lips onto his. “Happy Valentines day to the best boyfriend in the whole entire world.” He shoved the glittery heart-shaped box of chocolates in his hands. “Is this cheesy enough for you?”

“I have no idea what ‘this’ is referring to, whether it be your fucking ensemble or the kiss, or the chocolates. BUT I will have you know that I am flattered and extremely turned on,” Yoongi babbled, taking the chocolates and pulling his boyfriend in for another kiss.

“Says the one who went out of their way to wear a silk blouse.” Jimin muttered under his breath.

Yoongi smirked, bringing his lips to Jimin's ear and his voice to a low growl, “I bet our bed sheets will be just as silky smooth against our naked bodies tonight.”

“Ohhhh,” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows dramatically again. “Someone's a little excited. We have a whole day ahead of us though, try to keep your mind out of the gutter for a few hours will you?” He giggled, his eyes turning into their usual crescents.

“Says the one who went out of their way to push their hair back,” Yoongi huffed.

Jimin dramatically flipped his hair with a grin. “But you love it, don’t you? I spent a whole hour trying to gel my hair into place okay, it took every ounce of my effort.”

Yoongi pressed his lips against Jimin’s once more, “Baby, ‘love it’ is an understatement.”

Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist, holding him closely. “Good thing my efforts didn’t go to waste then.” He took in Yoongi’s appearance, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks. He had no words to express how much he loved Yoongi, or how amazing he looked for that matter. He was about to spend three whole days with this man and he couldn’t be happier. “I’d say you look absolutely gorgeous right now, but that too, is an understatement.”

Yoongi chuckled, “We both put too much effort into this. It’s just Valentine’s day for fuckssake.” He pulled Jimin along into the house and shut the door behind him. “But, can I interest you in some of Jin’s freshly baked Valentine’s treats?”

As if on cue, Yoongi heard a door slam open and feet hurriedly make their way to the kitchen. Jin appeared in the area with wildly tousled hair and one of Namjoon’s hoodies on. “I swear to GOD if either of you touch an unfrosted cupcake or cookie, I will decline Jimin’s sweet request to cook you dinner tomorrow.” Namjoon followed behind, munching on an unfrosted cupcake.

Yoongi looked at Jin and Namjoon with a ‘tch’ and crossed his arms over his chest, “First of all why does Namjoon get to eat one, and second of all, why haven’t you frosted anything yet?”

Jin almost looked appalled Yoongi would ask him such a question. Almost. He’s good at being fake. “The answer to both your questions is because I was too preoccupied getting completely fucked by Namjoon to care about frosting anything or the fact that he took unfinished pastries.”

Jimin stifled his laughter as he watched the scene unfold. “They’ve really hit it off since the knife incident, haven’t they?” He muttered towards Yoongi. “Jin-hyung! Since we don’t have any plans until lunch, can I help with the rest of the valentine treats?” Jimin pleaded.

Jin looked over at Jimin with a grin plastered on his face, “Of course, Jimin-ah!” His smile quickly dropped as he looked between Yoongi and Namjoon “You two on the other hand, stay the fuck out of my kitchen.”

Yoongi looked offended, “Excuse me, I have never disrespected your kitchen. Why am I being shunned?”

Jin grabbed his frosting knife and waved it in Yoongi’s direction, “Because I need alone time with my son. Gotta have the talk. You’re already too fargone, but I might be able to spare his innocence. Now the two of you can get the fuck out of here. We’ll call you when the sweets are done.”

Jimin gave Yoongi an innocent wave and joined Jin in the kitchen, putting on his spare pink apron covered in little hearts and bears, fitting for Valentines day. His eyes grew wide at the sight of all the treats covering every counter in the kitchen. “Exactly how many people were you expecting to feed with all of these treats hyung?”

“You’ve obviously never been around a hungry Namjoon. He’ll eat a dozen of each on his own. I swear he’s going to contract diabetes one day.” Jin tied his own lacy pink apron around him and motioned for Jimin to bring the big pink KitchenAid mixer over to the counter.

A squeaky laugh escaped from Jimin as he followed Jin’s request, carrying the mixer to an empty counter. “So,” Jimin leaned over, eyebrows wiggling. “You and Namjoon? Things are going well I assume?”

Jin tried to hold back a smile, but was betrayed by his own muscles, “Yeah. I’ve always fancied him, but never really thought we could be more than bickering housemates. I was so wrong. Our compatibility is wildly high. He’s so fucking smart and sweet but totally dumb at the same time. Also he’s really fucking good at sex, so I really can’t complain.”

“It’s like a match made in heaven. You’re the band-aid to his destruction.” He leaned against the KitchenAid, letting out a dreamy sigh.

“Not only the band-aid, but also the one to prevent the destruction from ever happening. You know how many Namjoon-related accidents we could have prevented this whole damn time if I had been with him to say ‘look out’ or ‘Joonie take it slow?’” A fond smile settled on his lips as he sliced off a chunk of butter and placed it in a small glass dish, “Can you soften that in the microwave for me?”

With a nod, Jimin took the small dish and placed it in the microwave, setting the timer. He carefully pulled out the warm dish when the timer went off and carried it back to Jin, dumping it into the mixer.

“Now as I mix the powdered sugar pour the buttermilk in, but not all at once. You can also throw in that vanilla whenever as well. We’re gonna mix on low until it’s all mixed, then gradually go faster to whip it up. Speaking of whipping things up, you and Yoongi are pretty serious, yeah? He told me you guys have a hotel room today and tomorrow.” Jin looked at Jimin as he flipped the switch on the mixer.

Jimin’s face suddenly flushed as he bit his lip, replying with a nod. “It’s a big weekend for us. But this entire week, I’ve been so nervous. Is that a bad thing hyung? I mean, it’s just Yoongi. I love him, and he knows that. I don’t know, it just feels...different this time?”

“Jimin, tell me this. Are you able to talk about sex? Because if you can’t talk about it, you aren’t ready for it,” Jin quipped as he scraped frosting off the side of the bowl and back into the beater.

“Yoongi and I have brought it up a couple of times in the past. But you know, I trust him, I really do, and I know he wouldn’t do anything to make me feel uncomfortable.”

“That’s good," Jin smiled. "You know, I’ve never seen him so mushy over anyone before you. He’s constantly smiling and in a good mood, and it’s so fucking weird. I guess we just got so used to him being so depressed and moody. He really cares about you, Jimin.” Jin turned up the speed for the mixer.

Jimin watched the mixer in a trance as a bashful smile crept up his lips. “I really care about him too hyung. So much, it almost makes me feel sick.”

“Ah, to be young and in love.”

Jimin glanced up at Jin, raising an eyebrow. “What does that make you and Namjoon then?”

“Our sex life might be new, but our relationship spans many years. We’re just two old fools.”

“Jin, you’re only 25.”

“Jimin, I didn’t ask for your sass.” Jin turned off the mixer and scraped the sides one more time. After confirming the frosting was fluffy and ready, he unhooked the bowl from the mixer and pointed to the red dye. “We’re gonna make it all pink. Pour in a few drops.”

Jimin carefully squeezed three drops of the red dye but nearly dropped in the bowl as he heard a loud knocking on the front door, follow by a slam as it forcefully swung open. “I heard someone was making treats today!” He heard a shout and peeked out of the kitchen, watching Taehyung pull Yoongi into a playful headlock. “Yoongi! Look how dressed up you are. Getting ready for the big bang tonight? You got all your condoms and lube right?” He sneered, ruffling Yoongi’s hair.

“Taetae, get your hands off my boyfriend. He worked hard putting that look together.” Jimin threatened waving Jin’s frosting spatula toward him.  

“Taehyung, if you wish to continue being able to fuck Jungkook, I would advise you taking your hands off me right now,” Yoongi deadpanned.

Taehyung quickly pulled his hands off Yoongi and wrapped them around Jungkook, who still stood at the door. “Forget I ever put my hands on you, Yoongs.” He spat with a glare.

“The whole dysfunctional family is here now,” Jimin closed his eyes, muttering under his breath. “Lovely.”

“All we’re missing is Hoseok,” Jin noted, mixing the red dye into the frosting.

A faint scream echoed in the hallway. “You were saying?” Jimin glanced up at Jin.

“I ran into a fucking idiot who was on their fucking phone and made me drop all my fucking chocolates. This was fucking expensive, I busted my entire fucking paycheck to spread my fucking love to you all.” Hoseok dropped the bag onto the kitchen table. “And now half of these got fucking destroyed.” He sat in one of the chairs and crossed his arm, pouting. “Happy Valentines day, fuckers.”

“I just wanted to spend the morning with Jimin,” Yoongi muttered.

“Yah, you’re spending the next two days with Jimin. Shut up and thank Hoseok for the lovely chocolates,” Jin snapped at Yoongi, scooping some frosting into a squeeze bag and handing it to Jimin.

Ignoring the loud rambling and shouts being thrown back and forth, Jimin put all his focus on decorating the cookies as best as he could. Sticking his tongue out, he slowly drew on a cookie until he was finished, admiring the large, lopsided heart covered in sprinkles. “I did it!” Jimin beamed. “Hyung, look, look. I made this one just for you.” He picked up the cookie, setting it in Yoongi’s hand.

Yoongi smiled and placed a soft kiss on Jimin’s cheek, “It’s beautiful. How can I destroy such artwork by eating it?”

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Jimin grinned before smearing a small amount of pink frosting onto Yoongi’s nose and ran back into the kitchen.

“You can say, he’s whipped frosting now.” Taehyung whispered from behind as Jungkook bent over in laughter over his dumb joke.

“Kinda like when I ate whipped cream off you last night,” Jungkook poked through his laughter.

“I don’t want to fucking hear this,” Yoongi turned and walked over to the kitchen. “Don’t make me stay in there with the kink kings.”

“It’s fine. I’ve had my conversation with Jimin. You can help too if you want. Those cupcakes over there need frosting and sprinkles,” Jin pointed to the opposite counter and handed Yoongi a squeeze bag of frosting.

As Jimin finished the cookies on one of the counters, he moved over to where Yoongi was, standing close beside him, admiring the work he had done so far. “These look wonderful.” Jimin smiled. “Almost as wonderful as you.” He heard Taehyung make gagging noises in the background.

Yoongi ignored Taehyung and pulled Jimin in for a kiss, “Eat one and tell me how well I frosted it.”

Before Jimin could take a cupcake, Hoseok shoved his way between the two and grabbed one of Yoongi’s decorated treats and took a bite out of it. “What? Look, I deserve this after that tragedy I went through.” He whined with his mouth full and left the kitchen as Jimin proceeded to pick up a cupcake and tasted it. “Just as sweet as your sugar lips.” He grinned, extending it toward Yoongi. “Try it!”

Yoongi leaned forward and bit into the cupcake Jimin was holding out for him. Jin really knew how to make a cupcake. He smiled as he chewed and continued to frost the rest of the cupcakes.

When Jimin’s frosting bag was finally empty, he set it aside and took off his apron, admiring the treats he put all his effort into. He pulled out a stool and sat at the kitchen bar, watching Yoongi finish decorating his with dreamy eyes.

“You’re so fucking whipped.” Taehyung whispered in his ear and sat beside him.

“Yeah, I am.” Jimin sighed happily. “Look at him. Have you ever seen someone look so attractive decorating cupcakes?”

Yoongi bumped the side of his hand on a cupcake and accidentally frosted himself. With a mischievous gaze, he looked up at Jimin and proceeded to lick it off slowly.

Jin turned around and caught Yoongi in the act and kicked him out of the kitchen for licking his hands while frosting.

Jimin threw his head back in laughter, smacking Taehyung’s arm as he shouted in protest and smacked Jimin back. “Save your sexual innuendos for later, hyung.” Taehyung stated as Jimin covered up his cheeks, trying to hide the blush that found its way up.

“$90 bucks they won’t make it until tonight.” Hoseok shouted as he entered the kitchen.

“You’re on!” Taehyung shouted.

“Knock it off you two.” Namjoon interrupted, “Don’t you have anything else better to do than bet on their love life? Go take valentine selfies together and bother Jungkook instead. He’s been sitting on the couch by himself for gods sake. What kind of boyfriend are you Taehyung?” He shooed the two away from the kitchen.

He approached Jin, wrapping an arm around his waist. “How are the treats coming along, snookums?”

“Almost done. Just these last dozen cookies, baby cakes.”

“I’m gonna vomit all over my nice clothes,” Yoongi chimed in. “Come on, Jimin. We’re taking a plate of sweets and hiding in my room.”

“Ugh,” Jungkook groaned from the couch, “Why is everyone here so fucking nasty with each other? Save me, Hoseok. Insult my boyfriend!”

Hoseok shrugged innocently. “It’s Valentines day, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shook his head as Taehyung jumped onto Jungkook, nuzzling his nose into his hair. “I wuv you soooo much munchkin.”

“Just choke me out and end this,” Jungkook replied with a pained expression on his face.

“Choke you?” Taehyung’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Well if you want to get kinky here and now,” He grinned. “We can get kinky.”

Hoseok groaned in disgust. “I’ll be at the kitchen table, eating my destroyed chocolates.”

Jimin shoved a cookie in his mouth as he helped Yoongi make a small pile of treats on one of the heart-shaped plates and followed him to his room, shielding his eyes from whatever was possibly happening on the couch. Jimin set the heart plate onto Yoongi’s desk, letting out a sigh of relief. “I love everyone to death, but they can be so exhausting sometimes.”

“I understand. Well, on the bright side, they successfully managed to waste two full hours of our time. Which means, our lunch date will begin soon and then we can check into the hotel and remain alone together until the day after tomorrow.” Yoongi smiled and walked behind Jimin, wrapping his arms around the younger’s waist. “Just the two of us, isn’t that just magical?” He kissed into Jimin’s neck as he finished talking.

“Just the two of us?” He replied with a laugh, “That’s a first.”

Yoongi trailed kisses up Jimin’s jawline, “And definitely not a last.”

A soft sigh escaped from Jimin’s lips and he spun around, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck. He pulled him close, leaving no space between the two and pressed his lips against Yoongi’s. They had done this many times before, but every single time he kissed Yoongi, butterflies grew in his stomach feeling like it was his first all over again.

“We can’t let Hoseok get another $90, now.”

“So we’re making Taehyung rich then?” Jimin pouted.

“Fuck, there’s no winning,” Yoongi grumbled.

“We should start joining these bets, we’re guaranteed to win every time. We’ll make big bucks.” He gave him a mischievous smirk.

“Oh my god, you’re right,” Yoongi chuckled.

“I’ll take you out on hundreds of dates with the money we earn.” Jimin promised with a wide grin. “How great would that be?”

Yoongi smiled and kissed Jimin’s smiling lips, “I want nothing more than our friends to pay for our love.”

“That’s the dream.” Jimin muttered but then was interrupted by a light growl from his stomach. “Oh my god.” He hid his face in embarrassment.

“Babe, you hungry or something? Jeez,” Yoongi chuckled.

“Food has been on my mind ever since you told me about that reservation.” Jimin answered shamelessly. “A guy’s gotta eat, you know?” He stated with a shrug.

Yoongi’s chuckle turned into a chortle, and he hugged Jimin as close to him as he could, “Soon, Jiminnie.”

Jimin let out a whine and grabbed another cookie, shoving one in Yoongi’s mouth as well. He cackled when the cookie left a frosting mustache on his lips. “You should consider growing a mustache, it’s not a bad look.”

“And ruin this perfectly smooth face? I don’t think so. Plus, do you really wanna kiss a hairy face?”

“Who knows, maybe I have a thing for hairy faces and I just don’t know it yet.”

Yoongi scrunched his nose, “Find another man to test this possible kink of yours. I for one will not ruin my good looks for the sake of experimentation.”

“Oh but you’ll let me put my lips on another man?” Jimin teased. “Why don’t I just go ask one of the guys out there, I’m sure they’re willing to be a test subject.”

“If you really want to kiss one of them, go for it. I have nothing to worry about. I know you love me,” Yoongi smiled mischievously.

“Oh?” Jimin rose an eyebrow. “You’re sure about that? So I don’t need to go grab, I don’t know, Hoseok and test this out, just in case?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Yah, Jiminnie.” He pushed Jimin down onto his bed and slotted himself between the younger’s legs. “Stop being a brat.” He wrapped his arms around Jimin’s neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

“Nah, I get a kick out of teasing you.” Jimin murmured when their kiss broke and gripped Yoongi’s blouse, capturing his lips again. The feeling was intoxicating and he couldn’t get enough. His sweet lips tasted of sugar and vanilla. Warmth radiated through Jimin’s body, his heart pounding so hard against his chest, he was sure Yoongi could feel it. When Jimin pulled away, gasping for breath, he gazed at Yoongi, taking in his features. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed and lips slightly swollen from their kiss. He lifted his hand, brushing a thumb against his cheek. “You’re so perfect.” He whispered, his lips curling into a small smile.

A fond smile slipped its way onto Yoongi’s face in return, “I know I say this all the fucking time, but I love you so much, Jimin.” He played with the short hairs at the nape of Jimin’s neck and brought their foreheads together, “So so so much.” Yoongi let his eyes close as he breathed in, breath mingling with Jimin’s due to their proximity. “My beautiful Jiminnie.”

“I love you too, Yoongi.” Jimin uttered. “I feel like the luckiest person alive.”

“I know I am the luckiest person alive when I’m with you. You’re like an angel, sent to protect me,” Yoongi mulled, stroking Jimin’s hair as he spoke.

“You have Hoseok to thank for that.” He ran his fingers down Yoongi’s spine, gliding over the silky fabric. “He was the one that wrote your number on a stall. I simply followed with a meme.” His fingers curled against the fabric and he pressed a chaste kiss against his lips.

“He can be best man at our wedding, and I’ll name our first adopted child after him,” Yoongi muttered against Jimin’s lips.

“I’m sure he would love that more than anything else.” Jimin giggled. “Having our own kid named after him. As long as we can name our second one after my precious Taetae.”

“Taehyung doesn’t deserve to have me name my child after him,” Yoongi huffed. “He didn't bring you to me like Hoseok did.”

A laugh escaped from his lips. “Alright, that’s fair. But lets get through this valentines first before we start naming our future children.”

Yoongi chuckled, “I’m getting ahead of myself, I’m sorry baby. I just… I see my future, and you’re right there with me. It’s a new sensation for me.”

“I mean,” Jimin grinned. “It is nice to think about how cute and domestic we’ll look in a little house with screaming children. But if it gets out of control, I’m paying Jin-hyung to be a nanny.”

Yoongi bellowed, “Imagine Jin, coming to our house dressed like fucking Mary Poppins, ‘practically perfect in every way.’”

“He’s got the voice for it too. He can teach the kids supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”

Yoongi’s smile remained as he imagined the scenario, “I love everything about this future of ours.”

“I love everything about it, and I love everything about you.”

Yoongi’s phone beeped then, signaling his reminder for lunch reservations, “Well, would you look at that. It’s time to head over to the restaurant. Just what you’ve been waiting for.”

“Finally!” Jimin cheered, throwing his arms up in the air. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Excitedly, he pulled Yoongi toward the bedroom door, snatching one last cookie along the way.

“Joonie, I’m taking your car, hope you don’t need it!” Yoongi yelled as Jimin pulled him to the front door.

“Remember hyung, condoms for safe sex!” Taehyung shouted across the apartment.

“Safe sex is the best sex!” Jin yelled after.

“Enjoy that big bang, fuckers!” Hoseok screamed.

“Preparation is vital!” Jungkook added on.

“You shouldn’t know this, you’re 12.” Namjoon whacked the kid across his head.

Jungkook rubbed his head where Namjoon hit it, “I’m 20, thank you very much, and I was too eager my first time with Tae Tae and really hurt myself. Prepping yourself is KEY.”

“Oh my god, go be a kid and watch fucking Pororo.” Namjoon groaned.

“I hate this family, Tae Tae doesn’t disrespect me like this,” Jungkook pouted.

Jimin followed Yoongi down to the car, fingers interlocked with his. “We finally escaped from our dysfunctional family.” Jimin giggled, jumping up and down gleefully. “Two whole days together Min Yoongi, two whole days!”

Yoongi grinned as he slid into the driver’s seat and stuck the key in the ignition, turning the car on. “Two fucking days with the love of my life. It doesn’t get better than this, ladies and gents. Also please buckle up, Jiminnie. Seatbelt safety is important.”

“Of course, hyung. We need all sorts of protection today, don’t we?” He sneered, buckling himself into the seat.

“I can’t have the most precious thing in my life get hurt now, can I?”

Jimin’s ears grew red as he bit his lip. As Yoongi pulled out onto the road, Jimin extended his arm toward the radio, turning up the volume. A spanish opera blasted through the speakers and Jimin choked, trying to hold back his laugh. “I always took Namjoon-hyung for a hip hop person, but this is even better.”

“Joonie listens to weird shit. He’s all over the damn place,” Yoongi chuckled. “I suppose that’s a good thing though, to enjoy such a wide range of music.”

Jimin smiled as the spanish opera played softly in the background. He turned his head, watching Yoongi with admiration, his mind reeling back at the little things they’ve done together the past couple of months. It all happened in such a short span of time, but it feels like it’s been years.

Yoongi’s thumb tapped on the steering wheel to the tune of the music, and he had to smile in the tranquility of it all. “Lunch is on me. Order whatever the hell you want. Make yourself happy, Jimin,” Yoongi broke through the silence.

Gasping, Jimin’s eyes glimmered with excitement. “Really? You mean it? Anything?”

“Anything.”

A small squeal of delight escaped from Jimin’s lips. “This is already the best day, ever!” He was already having a hard enough time containing his excitement. The opera eventually came to an end and Lil Wayne followed after.

“See, very diverse.” Yoongi pulled up to the hotel parking lot and into a spot. He killed the engine and got out, walking over to the passenger side to open the door for Jimin. He held his hand out for the younger to take as he helped him out of Namjoon’s car. “Come with me, Mr. Park. Your lunch reservation awaits.”

“Look at you, Min Yoongi.” Jimin gasped. “Be careful,” He leaned in closely, “you’re just making yourself more irresistible by the minute.”

“Maybe that’s my plan,” Yoongi replied with a wink, opening the door so Jimin could walk through first.

Jimin glanced at him with an offended expression, clutching his chest. “How dare you.” He whispered before they walked over to the elevators and Jimin’s eyes went wide as Yoongi hit the button for floor 35. They rode up with an electric excitement bouncing off them.

“I’ve always wanted to bring someone here,” Yoongi whispered even though they were the only two in the elevator. “Always sounded romantic.” The two walked out of the elevator as it reached the 35th floor, and Yoongi held the door once again for Jimin to enter the restaurant. They were greeted by a woman at the front.

“Welcome to Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul,” She greeted with a warm smile. “Have you made a reservation?”

“Yes,” Yoongi responded, walking in behind Jimin. “The name will be Min Yoongi.”

“Right this way,” The maître d' grabbed the menus and mazed through the elegantly decorated restaurant, guiding them to their table. “Here you are.”

Jimin seated himself across from Yoongi, thanking the maître d' before taking a moment to look around, admiring the place. Beside them was a large window with a clear view of the Bukhan mountains beyond the cityscape. The ceiling above them were decorated with glass chandeliers, emitting a dim, amber glow. “This place is amazing Yoongi.” He opened the menu, gaping at the selection it offered. He always admired this place from afar and dreamt of trying their food one day, but he forgot how expensive it was.

“Only the best for you, love,” Yoongi replied with the smile of a man in love.

Jimin smiled warmly and studied the menu, mulling over the choices. “My god, do you even know what you want?”

“Well, we can do chicken or fish. What do you desire?”

“Mmm,” Jimin pondered for a moment. “Fish. Fish sounds wonderful.”

Yoongi hummed in agreement, “Fish it is. Shall we get a wine to go with our meal?”

“Yeah!” Jimin nodded, “It’s not every day you get to try wine in Seoul.”

“It’s imported French wine. Let’s do the white wine. I hear it’s more tasty than red wine.”

“If you say so, then white wine it is.”

Yoongi nodded, and when the waiter came over to take their order, he relayed their choice to him. he smiled and let them know he’d be back with their wine shortly and that he’d bring water glasses over while they waited.

Jimin extended an arm across the table, taking Yoongi’s hand in his, a comfortable silence hanging around them. “What are you thinking about, Min Yoongi?”

“How much I love you,” Yoongi smiled, looking at their intertwined hands. “How happy I am to be here with you. How jealous Jin will be when he hears we ate here, just to name a few things.”

“I bet he’s going to try to drag Namjoon here after we tell him,” He grinned. “Maybe get a few cooking tips out of a chef or two. You know he doesn’t like anyone who cooks better than him.”

Yoongi giggled, “Namjoon is too cheap to come here. There is no way Jin could convince him to waste his money on expensive food.”

“Not only that, but he’s too clumsy. Look around, there’s glass everywhere.”

“Namjoon is the bull in the china shop.”

Jimin covered his mouth, muffling his laughter. “Poor hyung. How Jin controls that beast, I’ll never know.”

“He just has to bat his pretty eyelashes at Joonie and he’s putty in his hands,” Yoongi snorted. “Always been that way.”

“Good,” He smiled. “It gives them both something to do anyway.” The waiter returned with their drinks, pouring the wine into the glasses and left the bottle at the table for them, announcing their food will arrive soon.

Yoongi brought the glass up to his nose and smelled the wine before lowering it to his lips and taking a small taste. He was surprised at the taste, having only ever tasted rice wine before, but it wasn’t a bad difference. “This is pretty good. Try it Jiminnie!”

Jimin grabbed his glass, catching the sweet smell of the wine before taking a small sip. He smacked his lips for a moment, tasting the flavor. “Hyung!” He replied with a surprised expression. “This is really good!”

Yoongi smiled at Jimin adoringly. “I’m glad the wine is good.”

Jimin took a few more sips. “I don’t think I can ever go back to soju after this.” He commented, gently swirling the wine in the glass. “It’s quite refreshing actually, and sweet, like you.” Jimin grinned.

Yoongi snorted, “Don’t get too used to this, love. This is a one-time kinda thing. Otherwise it’s not special, yeah?”

“Of course, but it’s so special that I’ll think about this wine every time I take a shot of soju, most likely for the rest of my life. Say, let’s come back on our 100 year anniversary.” Jimin laughed. “That’s far out enough, right?”

Yoongi laughed, “How about our golden anniversary? Nothing says 50 sweet years together like a nice rosé.”

Jimin’s eyes widened in delight. “That’s even better! It’s 50 years sooner!”

Yoongi smiled, “It is better, isn’t it? 50 years with you would be amazing.”

“There’s so much we have to do before our 50th anniversary!” Jimin exclaimed, growing excited as ideas ran through his mind. “So many things like...like traveling to other countries, or trying all the cafes in Seoul, or flying kites. Or make paintings for each other!”

Yoongi couldn’t hold back the laughter that overtook him as he watched Jimin’s face light up at the different ideas soaring through his head. “Those are all very good anniversary ideas, Jimminie.”

“That’s only 50 anniversaries.” Jimin signed, growing overwhelmed. “But I have hundreds of ideas, how do I even fit them all…”

“Then we celebrate every single month we are together!” Yoongi exclaimed. “That way, you can multiply 50 by 12 and have that many moreanniversaries.”

Jimin’s smile widened at the idea. “It’s perfect! On the 15th of every month, you’re mine for the whole day.”

Yoongi’s smile softened, “Hopefully someday the 15th won’t be the only day you’re mine for 24 hours.”

“Here’s to letting that someday come as soon as possible.” Jimin lifted his glass in the air. “With frequent interruptions from our lovely dysfunctional family.”

Yoongi softly clanked his glass against Jimin’s and took a sip of wine. “You know, you look so good in here. The fancy atmosphere makes you look like a lord or something. It’s damn sexy.”

Jimin leaned back, resting an arm against the head of the chair and crossed his leg, smirking. “Sexy, you say?” He subtly licked his lips and wriggled his eyebrows.

“Woah, baby. Save it for the bedroom,” Yoongi chided, nearly choking on his wine. “I’d rather like to make it through lunch without any issues.”

Jimin’s snigger faded the instant he spotted the waiter arriving to their table with the food. Gasping in awe, Jimin watched the waiter set the plates down and quietly thanked him. “Is this food or is this art? Wait!” He pulled out his phone, turning on the camera to take a picture. “I gotta do it for the ‘gram” He muttered under his breath and quickly snapped a photo. “It looks delicious...let’s eat!” Jimin picked up his fork but couldn’t get himself to touch his lunch. “It’s so pretty, I don’t want to ruin it.”

Yoongi chuckled and stabbed a bite onto his fork, guiding it towards Jimin’s mouth, “Take a bite, baby.”

Jimin took a bite, chewing the food slowly. “It’s so good! Try it!” He jabbed the fish onto his fork and hovered it toward Yoongi. “The best fish I’ve had yet.”

Yoongi smiled and let Jimin feed him. Jimin was correct. The fish was delicious. “Yah, that’s so damn good. What the fuck.”

Jimin lightly slapped his arm. “Yoongi!” He hissed quietly, laughing. “Watch your language, this is a fancy place. But you know, I completely agree. This is fucking delicious.” He whispered, making sure no one heard.

“Yah, I’m a man with a refined vocabulary. All the fancy people say things like ‘fuck’ and ‘damn’ to indicate their emotions,” Yoongi joked, taking another bite of food. “But yeah, definitely don’t get used to this place, Jiminnie. Shit’s expensive for the portions we got.”

“You’re right.” He glanced down at his place. “It’s like the size of your emotional capacity. A teaspoon.”

Yoongi nearly died trying to contain the food in his mouth while also trying to hold back a snort, and ended up choking on his fish. “Holy fuck I wasn’t ready for that,” He cried, gulping down water to help clear his esophagus. “You fucking bastard, how dare you go there.”

Jimin grinned proudly, taking another bite of his small dinner.

“Well, at least we won’t be eating a lot. That means there won’t be a lot to digest, which will mean whoever ends up taking it in the ass tonight should have clear passageways,” Yoongi concluded with a sly grin, patiently waiting Jimin’s response.

Loud coughs erupted from Jimin as he choked on his fish, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere of the restaurant. He waved apologetically to a waiter who shot concerned glances at him and chugged down his water. “You little shit.” He murmured, glaring at Yoongi. “Ruining such a beautiful moment between me and my dinner. Jesus.”

Yoongi just chuckled, “Sorry, I just wanted to get a reaction out of you.”

“Yeah and you got the whole restaurant’s attention too.”

“Ah, but only you heard what I said,” Yoongi winked.

Jimin’s ears grew hot as he resumed eating, trying to look anywhere but at the man in front of him.

“Aw, baby, did I embarrass you?” Yoongi asked, concern on his face. “I’m sorry, it was a joke. A really bad sexual joke.” He placed a hand on top of Jimin’s free one.

“No I just, i mean, thinking about tonight I-” He stammered.

“Jimin, if you’re not ready, we don’t have to do anything,” Yoongi reassured him. “There is absolutely zero pressure. If we kiss and cuddle all night, then we kiss and cuddle all night and that’s that. I just want to spent my nights with you next to me. That’s all I need.”

“I know,” Jimin smiled softly. “and that’s what I love about you. But it’s not even that, I just...there’s no one else in the world I’d rather do it with than you.

Yoongi sent Jimin a warm smile, “You set the pace these next two days.”

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi finished his meal and watched Jimin finish his, “Hey, beautiful.” He smiled at the boy across from him, completely enamoured by him.

“Hey, Mr. handsome and stoic.” Jimin replied. “How was your teaspoon?”

“Delicious. Yours?”

“Absolutely amazing!” He exclaimed and picked up his glass, finishing the last of the sweet wine. “This was actually the greatest idea ever. Best Valentines day I’ve ever had, thank you for taking me here, hyung.”

“Anything for my Jiminnie,” Yoongi smiled. The waiter came back with their dessert, clearing their lunch plates to make room for the sweets. Yoongi smiled in thanks and grabbed his spoon to start eating.

“Wait!” Jimin stopped him immediately. “Hold on,” He pulled out his phone again, getting the camera set up.

Yoongi smiled as he watched Jimin take a photo of the food.

“Smile, Min Yoongi!” He held the phone up in the air, trying to get the two with a clear view of the restaurant in the background.

Yoongi shot Jimin one of his wide, gummy smiles.

As Yoongi resumed with the dessert, Jimin snapped a candid of him, smiling bashfully to himself. He wanted to freeze this moment and live in it forever, sitting at a table in Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul with the man he loves right in front of him. There was no other feeling he could compare it to. He put away his phone and grabbed a spoon, joining Yoongi.

The two sat in silence as they finished their desserts. It was a comfortable silence that Yoongi didn’t feel the need to interrupt for any reason.

Jimin set the spoon on the empty, glass dish with a soft clink and let out a satisfied sigh. “For something so small, everything had so much flavor in it.” He rested his chin in his hands. “Is it possible to thank you for this again, and a million times over?”

Yoongi smiled, “Of course. Just wait until we get to the room. You’ll be thanking me for other reasons too.”

“Oh?” Jimin perked up, raising his eyebrows in curiosity. “What other reasons?”

“We’re in a junior suite. It’s not exactly the royal suite, but it’s a fucking nice room with a big bed and a nice ass bathroom with a bathtub, and there’s space so like if you wanna dance around the suite you can,” Yoongi beamed.

“Space?!” Jimin gaped. “A big bed? Well if this room is that great, then by all means, where’s the check?” He scanned around the restaurant for their waiter. “I need to see this for myself. Excuse me!” He waved down the waiter, requesting their check.

The waiter came back over a moment later with the check, and Yoongi brought the check up to the cashier with a smile, paying for the dinner and thanking the cashier after the food was paid for. The two made their way out of the restaurant and back down to the receptionist to check into their room. Yoongi smiled at the girl as they walked up to the counter, “Hello, are you checking in?” she asked with a warm smile.

Yoongi nodded, “Yeah, Min Yoongi.”

“One moment while I search for your booking,” she smiled as she started typing onto the computer. “Min Yoongi, two nights in the junior suite?” She asked.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Fantastic. It looks like your room is ready! You’ll be on the club floor, 30, room 3069.” She slid a set of room keys over the counter and a small map of the building. Yoongi heard Jimin snickering behind him as the receptionist told them their room number. He held back a snicker himself, and accepted the keys from her. “Checkout is at 11am on the last day. Enjoy your stay with us.”

Jimin couldn’t hold in his excitement as he bounced beside Yoongi, nudging him toward the elevators. But as they walked toward them, Jimin took a moment to look around, admiring all the details surrounding them. The entire reception had a calming amber glow to it, one of the entire walls in the lobby was replaced with glass, showcasing a large waterfall. In the room were tables scattered around and a grand, pure white piano. “Look,” Jimin tugged on Yoongi’s sleeve. “The piano there, you should play it during our stay.”

“Should I play your song for everyone to hear?”

“Would you?” Jimin asked, his eyes glimmering with hope.

“I’d do most anything you’d ask me to do,” Yoongi smiled, taking Jimin’s hand into his own.

Jimin grinned and left a light kiss on his cheek as they continued across the lobby.

“Floor 30, huh. That’ll be one hell of a view,” Yoongi mused, walking into the elevator.

“We’ll be able to see most of Myeongdong,” Jimin stated. “And Namsan tower!”

“Woah, that will look so pretty at night. Too bad I have a better view right in front of me and won’t be looking outside too much.”

“I know, I know.” Jimin struck several different poses dramatically in the elevator. “Look at this body. No one can resist.” He teased, slipping off his velvet jacket halfway, and winked, a small bit of his shoulders showing.

“You’re making this the hardest elevator ride ever, Jimin,” Yoongi whined, noticing they were only passing floor 20. “I for one am finding it extremely hard to resist.”

Jimin pulled back up his jacket, giggling as his eyes turned into crescents. “I’m sorry, hyung. You’re just too easy to tease.” He leaned against his shoulder, batting his eyelashes at him.

The elevator finally dinged, signalling their arrival to the 30th floor. Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s hand and pulled him out of the elevator. They were nearly running down the hallways, looking for room 3069. Jimin let out a yelp when he found it and pulled Yoongi back so he could open the door. Yoongi stuck the keycard in, and opened the door to their suite. He made his way over to the bed and threw himself on the pillowy surface.

“Yoongi, this place is gorgeous!” He shouted, his eyes widening in surprise. The room had a small wall in the middle of the area, splitting the bedroom from the living room. In the living room was a giant window that overlooked the city with the Namsan tower on a mountain behind it all. There was a small leather couch in the room, just big enough for the the two of them and a tv perched on the wall. The bedroom contained a carefully made queen bed with a lamp on a nightstand on each side of the bed and door that led to the bathroom. But Yoongi was right about their room, there was so much space that he could dance across the floor without bumping into anything.

With a squeal, Jimin ran and flew onto the bed, landing beside Yoongi and buried his face in one of the plush pillows. “It’s perfect,” Jimin smiled, rolling around the large bed, ruining the work that went into the folded blankets. “It’s absolutely perfect.”

“Nothing but perfection for the perfect man,” Yoongi smiled, pulling Jimin against him.

“You spoil me rotten, Min Yoongi. What did I do to deserve you?” He curled up close against Yoongi, their legs tangled, their noses inches apart as he brushed his fingers along Yoongi’s cheek.

Yoongi leaned into the touch, “Whatever you did, I’m glad you did it. Because I certainly don’t deserve you.”

Jimin leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against his lips and smiled, staring into Yoongi’s dark eyes as if they carried the entire world. “I love you.” He whispered so quietly, it was almost inaudible. “I don’t think you understand how much you changed my life in such a short span of time. There’s no one else out there that could do this, even if they tried. Before I met you I...I really just holed myself away in the dance room. I didn’t have the energy to do much else, I just dedicated my whole life to getting into this school. Except for my dance team and Hoseok-hyung, because I was already around them all the time, I didn’t make the time to make new friends or go out anywhere. Actually, that day I texted you, I was hiding in the bathroom stall to avoid a dinner night with them and a couple of their friends.” Jimin went on, letting his words spill. “I don’t know, wasn’t something I usually do, I just saw the little scribble on the stall and thought, maybe this guy is like me, let me send a funny picture and make them laugh.” He shrugged, a light chuckle escaping his lips.

“I’m so glad you did, baby. I was so fucking depressed. You know about my loveless childhood, and all that sad shit. It really messes with you mentally when your parents are shit at loving you.” Yoongi stroked Jimin’s hair as he spoke, gaining comfort from the soft locks. “Even living with Joonie and Jin wasn’t really enough to get me out of my depression pit. I guess Hoseok was finally done dealing with my sad ass and hoped someone would answer his pleading call for help. Then you came along.” Yoongi smiled and kissed the tip of Jimin’s nose. “And you wiggled your way into my life, and somehow you captured my heart along the way. Baby I hated living before I met you, and now I don’t go a day without thinking about how lucky I am to be alive.” He placed a soft kiss on Jimin’s forehead. “I love you so much. More than you can know.”

Yoongi’s words made Jimin’s chest clench as he slid his arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace. “I know some people hate hearing this kind of thing,” He combed his fingers through his hair. “but I’m so sorry you felt this way Yoongi, I’m so sorry you had to even experience that kind of feeling, ever.” He sniffled quietly, feeling a single tear roll down his cheek. “If Hoseok-hyung wanted us to meet so badly, he could have just forced your number in my hands forever ago. He wouldn’t stop rambling about you for the longest time.” He laughed quietly. “Funny how fate works out in the end.

“My god, all he ever did when we were together was talk about ‘Park Jimin’ this and ‘Park Jimin’ that, and how good of a dancer this kid was,” Yoongi let out a soft chuckle. “It kinda pissed me off. But he was right about everything. You are amazing.” Yoongi took hold of Jimin’s chin and pulled the younger boy’s face closer to his, making it easier to close the distance between their lips. “I love you,” he mumbled against Jimin’s mouth.

He sighed against his lips, a bundle of warmth spreading from his chest. Jimin couldn’t explain the feeling that rushed through him from Yoongi’s touch, even if it was the lightest one, like a feather. It could be a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins or just purely bliss from lying beside the man he loves with his whole heart. He loved every second of it though.

Jimin ran his hands along his spine and murmured soft ‘I love yous’ between each break they took for air. He felt so much more than those three simple words toward Yoongi though, but he had no other way to tell him than by just saying ‘I love you’ over and over.

Yoongi sat up to take his jacket off, since the garment was restricting his ability to move his arms freely, and tossed it onto the back of the nearest chair. He finessed this all without breaking contact with Jimin’s lips, too greedy to let a moment go by without the feel of Jimin’s lips against his.

Jimin’s velvet jacket joined Yoongi’s on the chair seconds later, snaking his arms around his waist and pulling him closer, if it was even possible. He tilted his head, trailing light kisses down his neck, careful as if Yoongi was the most delicate thing in his arms. He may have had that headstrong personality, but his light skin and smaller, intricate frame gave him an appearance that of a porcelain doll. When Jimin’s lips brushed below his ear, he whispered sweet little nothings to him, a soft smile growing across his lips. All Jimin wanted to do was shower Yoongi with affection and for him to understand that he was really, truly loved.

Yoongi let a soft moan escape his lips as Jimin started sucking on the sensitive spot behind his ear. They had made out multiple times before, but it was never this intimate. Yoongi tried to find his voice as Jimin kept sucking and biting on his delicate skin. “Ji-Jimin, baby. That feels so good.”

“Good,” Jimin murmured. “You deserve to feel good. You deserve to be happy.” He smiled as their lips met again,  his fingers curling into the fabric of his silky shirt.

“Jimin,” Yoongi said between breaths, “I want you so bad. Baby, please.”

“Do you?” Jimin gasped as he pulled away for just a moment, admiring the man he loved in front of him, their cheeks flushed and their breaths heavy.

“I do, Jimin. I do,” he breathed, tangling his hands in Jimin’s hair. “I want to show you just how much I love you.”

“So do I.” Jimin replied softly, gently pushing Yoongi down on the bed, mounting himself between his hips. “I want you to be mine and mine only, Min Yoongi.” He leaned forward, their lips locked. Every kiss had a raw intensity to it, hearts racing, soft moans of pleasure escaping their lips and electricity running through their skin. Their bodies melded together in the blissful evening, completely and utterly drunk with love for each other.

∆ ∆ ∆

Jimin opened his eyes to the faint glow of the morning light threatening to peek through the curtains and tilted his head up toward Yoongi, smiling at his sleeping expression. His features were softened, his mouth slightly agape, making him look peaceful and childlike, only for Jimin’s eyes to see. His heart filled with so much happiness, he swore it was going to explode.

Under the blankets, their legs were tangled and their skin were covered in marks of love. Jimin nestled himself against Yoongi’s warm skin, resting his cheek against his shoulder, his fingers grazing over his collarbone. He felt so wholesome and complete in his arms.

Yoongi shifted and pulled Jimin closer to him, craving the skin-to-skin contact as he found himself stirring awake. “Morning, love,” Yoongi mumbled, leaving soft kisses along Jimin’s skin.

“Good morning, sugar lips.” Jimin smiled. “Sleep well?” He brushed the messy hair out of Yoongi’s eyes, looking at him fondly.

“Jiminnie, I haven’t slept this well since Christmas.”

“I agree with this.” He replied, “It’s so peaceful here too. Let’s just move into this room and stay here forever.” Jimin nuzzled his nose into the crook of his neck. “I’ll be content with that.”

Yoongi chuckled and kissed the top of jimin’s hair, “Baby, if I could afford to live in this hotel, I would move us the fuck here at the drop of a hat.”

Jimin smiled at his words. “Two days here is going to feel like a lifetime. We still have a whole anniversary date ahead of us and an entire hotel to explore.” He paused for a moment. “Speaking of which, happy two months honey.”

Yoongi smiled and rolled over so he was hovering over Jimin, straddling his hips, “And what a happy two months its been.”

“The happiest I’ve ever been. Here’s to more happy months.” He gave him a toothy grin.

Yoongi leaned down and took Jimin’s lips into his own, not even caring the two of them had morning breath. He worked the kiss slowly until he could coax his tongue into Jimin’s mouth. Yoongi let his hands get tangled in Jimin’s already wild hair, and pulled Jimin’s body as close to his as possible. “I love you,” he whispered as they briefly parted to breathe.

Jimin whimpered quietly under his touch, his skin growing hot. “It’s so early, sugar lips.” He chuckled under his breath. “I never took you for a morning person.”

“Baby, I’m a morning noon and night kinda guy,” Yoongi chuckled.

“That explains why you don’t get enough sleep unlike a normal person.” He teased, sticking his tongue out.

“Let my zombie-ass live. I don’t need this negativity.”

Jimin burst out in laughter. “Is sugar lips feeling salty?” He cooed, pinching his cheek. “You’re mine, so I’m allowed to tease you as much as I want.”

Yoongi smiled, “Ah but it goes both ways, my Jiminnie.”

“That’s fair.” Jimin’s eyes formed into crescents as he lifted his head, pressing a kiss against his forehead.

“I don’t know what you have planned for the daytime, but I vote we just lounge naked in bed until the concert.”

“That sounds like the perfect plan,” Jimin nodded, shooting him a thumbs up. “I’m all for naked lounging.”  

Yoongi smiled wide and nuzzled his face into the crook of Jimin’s neck, “This is honestly so perfect.”

Jimin closed his eyes, the two of them laying under the blankets in a comfortable silence. Before he completely drifted off, a loud buzzing echoed from the nightstand, disrupting the peace. Jimin reached out with a groan, grabbing his phone and looked at the bright screen, temporarily blinding him in the dark room. A picture of Taehyung’s nostrils covered the screen as Jimin rolled his eyes, swiping the green button.

“Do you not understand what peace is, Taetae?” Jimin answered, mumbling as he stroked Yoongi’s hair.

“Put me on speaker.”

Jimin pressed the speaker button on his phone and held it in the air. “What is it?”

“DID YOU DO THE FUCK?” He screamed, his voice echoing loudly in the hotel room. “I can’t believe you stopped in the middle of a blow job to call them.” They heard Jungkook whine in the background as Jimin let out a snort, listening to the two bicker on the other line.

“Just hang up, baby. I don’t wanna deal with Tae right now,” Yoongi whined. “This is our time together.”

“You hear that, Taetae? My man wants some peace.”

“Yah, I’m getting blue balls here!” They heard Jungkook yell in the background. “Tae, baby, you need to finish me off.”

“Oh my god, Jimin hang up,” Yoongi groaned.

Jimin laughed so hard, tears pooled at his eyes. “Go take care of Kook, Tae.” He hung up the phone as Taehyung shouted incoherently and tossed the phone back onto the night stand. “They’re so ridiculous.” He wheezed, wiping away the tears. “Why am I friends with him?”

“Ditch him and come live with me,” Yoongi smiled, rubbing circles into Jimin’s waist with his thumb. “The pros are: you get to live with me and do whatever you want whenever you want with me, and you won’t live with that mess anymore. There are literally no cons, only pros.”

“You’re right,” Jimin agreed. “Kook and Tae practically live together now. What’s stopping me from living with you?”

“What, indeed,” Yoongi murmured, leaning down to leave a bruise on Jimin’s collarbone. “We could do this anytime. Fuck, I could wake up with you in my arms every day. You know, that’s my dream, Jimin.”

“You know I’d do anything to help make your dreams come true, hyung.” Jimin beamed. “I don’t think this one will be too difficult to accomplish.”

Yoongi perked up and hoisted himself onto his elbows, “Wait, you mean it? You’d live with me?”

Jimin reached a hand out, brushing a thumb along his cheek. He bit his lip and nodded. “There’s nothing else I’d love more.” Their eyes locked in a gaze as he gave him a warm smile, so ridiculously in love.

“Holy fuck. I mean, you’ll live with me, Jin and Namjoon, but they like never leave Jin’s room now so it’s not like there’s anyone to disturb us. Plus you get Jin’s cooking. That’s another pro of living with me.”

“Well I mean,” Jimin shrugged. “That is one of the major reasons I’d move in without hesitation. I mean-besides you of course! But you already knew that. But Jin’s food…” He swallowed, drooling over the thought of his cooking. “Hot, fresh breakfast every morning…”

“After some hot fresh morning sex, god what a perfect life,” Yoongi joked around.

Jimin rolled his eyes, giggling. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, hyung.”

“So you’re telling me that you wouldn’t want to do everything we did last night every morning?” Yoongi challenged.

“Well, I-you know,” Jimin stammered, unable to hide his grin and swatted Yoongi’s arm in embarrassment. “I mean, if that’s how our mornings went down, I wouldn’t complain.”

Yoongi smiled, “Only if we both want our mornings to start like that.” He leaned back down against Jimin’s chest and kissed his forehead. “But I’m just really happy you said yes to my request. I thought you would think I was moving things too fast.”

“If I had thought you were going fast, I wouldn’t be lying here buck naked.” He laughed. “But here we are. The only difficult thing about this is having to tell my clingy roommate.”

Yoongi reached over and grabbed Jimin’s phone, opening it up to his last conversation with Taehyung.

Chat With The.V.Zone:

2016.02.15

09:23

Mochi_Moves:

Jimin’s mine now.

The.V.Zone:

nO SHIT

U TTLY FUCKED LAST NIHFT *NIGHT

Mochi_Moves:

No, like he’s 100% mine now

as in

morning noon night

24/7

The.V.Zone:

bithC WAT

WHAT U MEAN

LIKE MY CHIMCHIM IS LEAVING ME?

AND LIVING WIT UR PALE ASS?

Mochi_Moves:

that’s 100% what i’m saying

bitch.

you got your mans to care for

pull him out of his parent’s home

The.V.Zone:

bihtc

fUK U

Mochi_Moves:

no

i’m too busy fucking my boyfriend

in my home

whenever i want

because he��s gonna live with me now

The.V.Zone:

u kno wat

it ok

i can accept this

bc

it gives me a reason

to cum ovr more

and eat jins food

jesus fukcin christ

his cooking is 2 die 4

but also fukc u

Mochi_Moves:

Love ya, cunt~

The.V.Zone:

BitHC

“What are you doing, hyung?” Jimin asked, his eyebrows rose in curiosity.

“I’m letting Tae know you don’t live with him anymore,” Yoongi smiled.

“How’s Tae handling that?”

“He’s in the acceptance phase. Jin’s cooking is a truly powerful bargaining piece.”

“That was faster than I expected,” Jimin grinned, pulling the phone out of Yoongi’s hand. “Well that settles it then, we got through the hardest part.” He tossed the phone aside, ignoring the buzzes of incoming messages from Taehyung and slid his arms around Yoongi’s neck, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips. “Here’s to this 24/7.”

“My god, do you know how happy I am? I get to leave this hotel with you tomorrow, and you will literally come home with me,” Yoongi grinned.

“That’s the plan.” Jimin beamed, “I’ll have my things moved over by the end of this week. But on one condition.”

“Anything.”

“Please, for the love of god, let me baby proof the house. I can’t live with the anxiety thinking Namjoon is going to break a bone or two running into something.”

“Oh my god. I think he’d hurt himself even more trying to figure out baby locks,” Yoongi chuckled.

“Damn, you’re right. He’d probably break those baby locks without trying.”  

Yoongi laughed, stroking Jimin’s hair, “He’s lived a solid 23 years, I think he’ll be fine.”

“Then by all means, I’m set.”

Yoongi leaned in to kiss Jimin deeply, pulling his body flush against Jimin’s. One lick across Jimin’s bottom lip had the younger boy opening his mouth for Yoongi to lick into, causing Jimin’s hold around his neck to tighten. Yoongi let his hands trail from Jimin’s hair back down to his waist, gripping onto Jimin’s firm sides as they kissed. Yoongi’s thigh brushed up against Jimin’s exposed™ dick, and he could feel the younger man start to harden. He broke the kiss, panting heavily against Jimin’s neck “We should stop before you get too excited. You’re probably sore from last night. I mean, unless, you want to of course.”

Jimin whimpered under his breath, last night definitely left him sore, but Yoongi’s touch was so intoxicating, so addicting, he couldn’t get enough of it. “Just...one more kiss.” He breathed, drawing Yoongi back in, closing off the space between the two.

Yoongi complied with ease, moving his mouth against Jimin’s with urgency. His mouth eventually trailed off of Jimin’s and down his jaw, pausing momentarily where his jaw and neck collide to leave a small mark. Once he was content with the little bruise, he continued kissing down Jimin’s neck, leaving soft ‘I love you’s’ on his skin as he went.

Jimin’s fingers curled up in his hair, tilting his head. “Y-Yoongi…” He sighed, his skin growing hot from the contact.

Yoongi continued kissing down past Jimin’s collarbones and between his pectorals, resisting the urge to move slightly left or right and grab one of Jimin’s nipples between his teeth. He followed Jimin’s happy trail down to his navel and moved his mouth over to Jimin’s hip bone, beginning to leave a mark there as well.

“Yoongi...hyung, please.” Jimin trembled.

“Please what,” Yoongi asked, looking up at Jimin with hooded eyes.

“Please just, fuck me.” He begged, his voice shaking.

Yoongi smiled and brought himself back up to meet Jimin’s face, “Baby, I know you’re not ready for anal sex again.” He leaned in for a kiss, “But I can help you get off.” His hand moved from Jimin’s waist and brushed up against Jimin’s dick. “Would you like that, baby?”

“Yes hyung, please.” His body hitched at the touch, soft moans of desperation escaping his lips.

Yoongi smiled and brought his hand up to his mouth and spit in it, “I’m sorry baby. I have to use my spit as lube again.” He brought his hand back down and wrapped it around Jimin’s erect cock. “We’ll make sure to bring it tonight when we go back to our place for clothes and food. How’s that sound, baby? Honestly, we’re lucky I stashed a condom in my jacket pocket.” Yoongi purred, slowly pumping Jimin as he spoke.

“O-our place...I like the sound of that.” Jimin struggled to keep his words together.

“God Jimin, hearing you say our place is almost orgasmic,” Yoongi cooed, pumping Jimin to the pace of his light hip thrusts. “Tell me what we will do together in our place.” Yoongi grabbed hold of his own dick, which had been pleading for attention since he started hardcore making out with Jimin and paced himself with Jimin’s rhythm.

Jimin dug his fingers into Yoongi’s skin, his back arching as electricity rushed through his veins. “We,” He inhaled, trying to find his voice. “We’ll do a terrible job trying to cook food,” A chuckle escaped his lips. “We’ll read books on the couch on rainy days. Sit by the fireplace when it snows.”

Yoongi smiled and took Jimin’s lips between his, “What else baby?”

“We’ll adopt a dog, a little puppy and raise it ourselves. I’ll make you coffee every morning before I go to class. I’ll give you blow jobs while you’re trying to compose music.” Jimin teased, a smirk growing across his lips.

Yoongi moaned at the thought of Jimin sucking him off in his private music room, and quickened his pace, leading them both close to their high. “Baby that sounds so fucking beautiful.”

“We’re gonna be so fucking domestic,” A whimper escaped his lips, his body slowly reaching its limit. “In our house.”

“Fuck,” Yoongi moaned, his cock threatened to spill its load as Jimin -- with a shaky voice -- said ‘our house’ again. “Baby I’m so close, Keep talking to me baby, your voice is all I need,” Yoongi commanded.

“I love you Min Yoongi,” He cried, a shudder rushing down his spine. “I love you so much and I can’t wait to do all these things with you and outdo how domestic our roommates are. I’ll spend every single day making you smile and tell you how much I love you and how much you deserve to be the happiest person in the world.”

Yoongi’s lips found Jimin’s as he harshly kissed the man under him, and brought them both to climax.

Cries escaped from Jimin as his body convulsed from the release. “Yoongi, fuck…” He panted, their eyes meeting as Jimin studied his features. His fingers grazed over Yoongi’s swollen lips and gave him the faintest grin. With a push, he flipped the two around so Yoongi was flat on the bed with Jimin lying on top. He leaned forward, sending trails of kisses down to the nape of his neck, leaving a few more love marks to add to the growing collection scattered across his delicate skin.

“Jimin, baby. I love you,” Yoongi breathed, his fingers tangling in Jimin’s hair as the younger kissed and nipped at his neck. “I love you so much, my heart might burst.”

Jimin left another bruise on the collarbone and lifted his head with a small smile. He leaned in, their noses brushing. “I love you too, Min Yoongi. My Yoongi.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m gonna go shower. I need to get all this off me” Jimin grinned, gesturing to his stomach. “And as wonderful as it sounds to lay here all day, we’re going to need to eat at some point. Especially after that teaspoon sized dinner last night. Besides, this place has a buffet!” He squealed. “All you can eat!” He pulled up the warm blanket, wrapping it over his head and body and hopped off the bed.

“Oh, shower time?” Yoongi smiled, following Jimin out of bed. “The only activity that could be better than sleeping with you is showering with you.” Jimin rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop Yoongi from walking into the bathroom with him.

“You’re a clingy one, aren’t you?” Jimin giggled as he started the shower and wiped his stomach with tissues, Yoongi’s following his. While waiting for it to heat up, He pulled the blanket closer against his skin as they stood in the cold bathroom. “I’m not gonna lie, I kinda like it.”

Yoongi smiled and wrapped his arms around Jimin, “Good. Because I’m stuck to you like the annoying piece of gum on the bottom of your shoe.”

“But a lot less annoying,” Jimin stated, stepping into the hot shower with Yoongi following behind, mentally thanking the hotel for always having shampoo and soap in stock since they forgot literally everything. He proceeded to wash himself off and playfully rubbed the shampoo into Yoongi’s hair, attempting to make a mohawk as he burst into laughter.

“I feel like Jimmy Neutron,” Yoongi mumbled as his hair flopped into his forehead. He poured shampoo on his hand and turned around to face Jimin, generously lathering his head.

“An attractive Jimmy Neutron, might I add.” Jimin pointed out, wiping the bubbles away from his face.

Yoongi booped Jimin’s nose, leaving a soapy snout behind, “Hell yeah I am.”

After the two finished washing up and making mustaches out of bubbles, they stepped out of the shower, the bathroom foggy from the steam. Jimin buried his face into a fluffy towel, drying himself. “God,” He mumbled. “Even the towels here feel like luxury. Do you think they’ll track me down if I steal one for myself?”

“They’ll probably just add it to the room charge,” Yoongi shrugged, toweling his hair dry.

“Damn, it’ll probably be expensive too.” Jimin went back out the bedroom, a groan escaping his lips as he scanned the mess of clothes scattered across the floor. “We were so hasty...we even forgot a change of clothes.” He laughed to himself. “Hyung, now we really got to go back to our place and get our things.”

Yoongi chuckled, pulling his pants on, “Yeah, let’s go. I can’t justify going to see Fall Out Boy in this fucking suit. Let’s put like jeans on,” Yoongi smiled, holding his hand out for Jimin to take.

Jimin finished putting on his suit from the night before and reached his hand out, their fingers intertwining as they left the hotel room, Jimin quickly snatching their card key beforehand. “I second this, as much as we both know I look hot in this suit, it gets so uncomfortable. I need my comfy sweater.” Jimin pouted, following Yoongi down the hall until they reached the elevator. “Oh, I forgot to mention before, but I bought a little something for us.”

Yoongi perked an eyebrow, “Oh?”

Jimin grinned as the elevator doors opened, pulling Yoongi in with him. “You’ll see, I left it in my bag back at our place.” The metal doors closed and Jimin’s eyes rose in surprise at their reflection, their necks covered in bruises, obvious ones. “Oh my god hyung, look at us.” He pointed out. “Taetae is never going to let me live this down.”

“Flaunt it. Rub it in his face. I dunno.” Yoongi shoved his free hand into his pocket and clicked his tongue. “Don’t let it embarrass you.”

“Oh I won’t,” Jimin grinned. “I’ll make sure the whole world sees this. It’s not a bad look.”

“I think it looks hot,” Yoongi smirked, reaching over to lightly stroke Jimin’s neck.

“Full credits to you.” He beamed as the elevator slowly made its way to the first floor. “I can get used to this.”

“Good,” Yoongi smiled and pressed a kiss to Jimin’s cheek. “This is us now.”

“Ohhhhh, I can’t wait to tell Jin!” Jimin exclaimed as the elevator doors opened up to the lobby. “I’m practically a son of his. I’ll finally be living with my parents.” The two exited the hotel toward Namjoon’s car.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and gave Jimin a fond smile, “Well, at least you’re excited.” They walked up to Namjoon’s car, and Yoongi opened the door for Jimin. The younger boy slid into the passenger seat and buckled himself in. Yoongi leaned down for a quick kiss before he shut the door and walked over to the driver side. “Off to fetch our luggage!” He exclaimed, turning the key in the ignition.

Jimin smiled as the rap that was last playing faded and Beethoven’s 5th Symphony came on. He stifled his laughter, baffled by the variety of music that Namjoon had. Their drive home was a comfortable silence with the music softly playing in the background. As they reached their house, Jimin jumped out of the car and ran into the house screaming. “Mom, dad, I’m home!”

Jin pokes his head out of the kitchen, “I thought you two were on a romantic getaway.”

“We were,” Yoongi chuckled. “But it seems we forgot to grab our overnight bags in our haste to leave yesterday.”

“I thought I raised you two better than this,” Jin sighed.

Jimin gave him an innocent shrug. “I was a little excited okay. But mom, mom, guess what!”

Jin arched an eyebrow, “You had sex?”

Jimin coughed violently. “Um, that’s not what I was going to say, but this decision was made shortly afterwards in fact!”

“Hmm, well first I hope you two followed my instruction and practiced safe sex,” Jin said with a faux scold. “But, what else happened, Jiminnie?”

“I’m moving in!’ Jimin shouted, throwing his arms in the air excitedly. “Your son is living here now!”

Jin looks wide-eyes from Jimin to Yoongi, “You’re moving in, huh?”

“And paying my portion of rent, don’t you worry. I’ll even chip in on your groceries!” He leaned in. “Cause god knows both of these boys have a tendency to forget about paying for your culinary skills.” Jimin whispered

“Actually, Yoongi is a big help in the kitchen. You found yourself a man who can cook nearly as good as I can,” Jin replied, loud enough for Yoongi to hear.

“What?” Jimin whipped his head around dramatically. “My Yoongi can cook? Hyung, why didn’t you ever tell me!”

“There’s never been a reason to,” Yoongi shrugged.

“I thought-but-damn...you’re right.” His eyebrows rose. “Hyung will you make me food as a welcoming gift?” He batted his eyelashes, wrapping his arms around one of Yoongi’s. “I want to try hyung’s cooking.”

Yoongi looked over to Jimin with a soft smile on his lips, “Anything you want, love.”

“My God, you are so fucking whipped.” Jin laughed.

“Leave my man alone, he’s cute when he’s like this.” Jimin defended, his eyes forming into crescents when he gave Yoongi a wide smile. “Soft Yoongi is my favorite Yoongi.”

“Okay, but my question is, how soft is he in bed?” Jin questioned. “Seems like he’d be rough and dominating.”

Jimin’s ears turned red. “That’s only for me to know and for you to never find out.” He teased, grinning. “There are just some things you’ll have to rely on your imagination for.”

“Except me fucking you. Don’t imagine that,” Yoongi pointed to Jin with a frown.

Jimin snorted as Namjoon wandered into the room, clad in underwear and his hair ruffled, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Honey bunny buns, what’s all the ruckus about?” He whined, before spotting the two. “Aren’t you two supposed to be in the hotel having sex?”

“Why does everyone assume that’s all we’re doing today?” Jimin huffed, flailing his arms.

“Because, they know how long I’ve been alone with naught but my hand to satisfy my needs,” Yoongi shrugged.

“Yeah, moaning Jimin’s name as he gets himself off,” Jin snickered.

“Thank god that’s over now.” Namjoon rolled his eyes. “He can escape to Jimin’s place to satisfy his needs and it’ll finally quiet down here.”

Yoongi chuckled, “Yeah about that.”

“Jimin is coming to live with us, hun,” Jin said, patting Namjoon’s shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Namjoon’s eyebrows rose. “We’re never gonna get any peace and quiet now.” He whined, letting out a groan. “In fact it might only get louder from here with this young love happening in front of us.”

“Sorry Joonie-hyung, just sleep with ear plugs from now on.” Jimin gave him a innocent smile.

“Oh, wah-wah. I’ve had to listen to you two since you got together. Consider this my revenge. I’ll make sure Jimin keeps you up all night.” Yoongi threatened.

“I need to warm up my vocal chords anyway.” Jimin boasted.

“So he is a dom,” Jin mused to himself.

“Jesus fuck, I don’t need to hear about this.” Namjoon complained, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Also, Jin. I’m not exclusively a dom,” Yoongi directed at the older boy.

Jin let out a small gasp, “Joonie we should try switching sometime.”

“Oh, I haven’t thought about that. It’ll add a little more fun, let’s try tonight baby boo.” He lightly booped Jin’s nose.

“And...that’s our cue to leave.” Jimin grabbed his hand, leading Yoongi to his room. “Oh hyung! My surprise!” He exclaimed as they entered the room, rifling through his small duffle bag, pulling out an insta-x, the same shade of mint as Yoongi’s old hair color. “I wanted us to take pictures of our adventures from here on out, but I did some thinking. Now that we’re living together, I thought we can cover one of our walls with our photos.”

Yoongi smiled and pointed to the wall his bed rested against, “There’s our blank canvas. We can get some fairy lights and clothespins and clip our photos onto the strands. How’s that sound, Jiminnie?”

Jimin lifted up the camera, taking a quick snap of his soft expression while he spoke, grinning as a little blank card popped out. “It’s a perfect idea.” He pulled out the card, waiting for it to develop.

Yoongi walked over to Jimin and put his hands on his waist, “Just know for every one picture you take of me, I’m taking ten of you and your beautiful face.” He leaned in and kissed Jimin’s lips. “Your beautiful, beautiful face.”

A blush crept up his cheeks as Jimin grinned. “For every picture you take of me, I’ll take hundreds of us. These walls will be covered before you know it.”

“Then we’ll have to move out into our own house so we can fill those walls,” Yoongi smiled.

“I look very much forward to that day.” He beamed. “So let’s fill these walls.” He lifted up the camera facing them and nudging himself as close to Yoongi as possible, smiling until there was the sound of a light shutter and a small card popping out again.

“Jimin, I love you,” Yoongi smiled.

“I love you too, Min Yoongi.” He replied and glanced down at the two cards, one already finished developing. “Look at your face.” He grinned, adoring the expression Yoongi had on his face while he was pointing at the wall, speaking. “Actually, this one I’m going to keep in my phone case.” He waved the second picture as it was nearly done. “This one of us can be our first picture that goes up.”

Yoongi smiled as he let go of Jimin and walked over to his desk, grabbing a piece of tape and rolling it up. He gently took the photo from Jimin and stuck the tape on the back before he knelt on the bed and crawled over to the wall to stick it up. “There.”

Jimin let out a squeal, clapping his hands. “I can’t wait to watch this grow. Let’s go on a lot of trips out of the country and take pictures there too. Europe! Let’s go to Europe!” His expression brighted, growing excited at the thought.

“Baby, we’ll go wherever you want. Pick a country, and we’ll go,” Yoongi smiled. “Once these winter recitals are over, I’m free for a little bit from teaching the kids piano.”

“Min Yoongi, do you know why I said Europe?”

“No. Why?”

“It’s the origin of the piano, the very heart of music. Do you know how many museums there are that we could go see? All the music, all the dancing?” His smile grew. “There’s even a Beethoven House with all the original instruments. I hear the food is great too, so that’s an added bonus.”

Yoongi smiled, revealing his gums to the younger boy, “I could kiss you right now. Wow. I - I honestly don’t know what to say, except fuck yes. Three month anniversary. We’re going to Europe!” Yoongi grabbed onto Jimin and spun him around in his glee, setting him down on the bed and following it up with a passionate kiss. “Have I told you lately that I love you?”

“Only a few times I think.” Jimin pondered. “Can you remind me again?”

Yoongi kissed down Jimin’s jaw and neck, whispering a small “I love you,” with each one.

Soft moans escaped from Jimin’s lips, and then after an idea came to him, his moans suddenly grew loud and ridiculous, followed by laughter. He could faintly hear Namjoon groan in disgust and curse out loud in the other room. “Just giving the boys a welcoming gift.” Jimin snickered.

“I mean I can rock the bed too and we can give em the full Easy A stunt,” Yoongi winked.

“We could do that, and then give them the full show on my first night here.” He wriggled his eyebrows with a teasing smile. “Nothing beats the real deal.”

“Why tease when they’ll get it all tomorrow night?” Yoongi smiled mischievously. “Which reminds me, let’s change. We have a lunch buffet to devour.”

“And a concert to attend to.” Jimin pointed out as he rolled off the bed, peeling off his formal wear to change into a black, short sleeved shirt followed by black pants that hugged against his toned thighs. He slipped on a white jacket and ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it up. “I don’t exactly know what to wear for the concert, but this works, right?”

“Baby, you look good in anything. You could show up to the concert in a potato sack and heads would turn,” Yoongi stated as he pulled on a pair of tight black pants and a white Union Jack tee. he strapped on black suspenders and a white bomber jacket before shoving his feet into a pair of Union Jack Doc Martens.

“H-hyung…” Jimin stammered, scanning him from head to toe. Without hesitation, he picked up his instax from the desk and snapped a picture. “This is one hell of a look, I love it sugar lips.” He pulled out the card and set it on the desk to develop. “Are you ready to go?” Jimin asked as he zipped up the small duffle bag, slipping it over his shoulder, holding out a hand for Yoongi to take.

Yoongi smiled and took Jimin’s hand into his own. “You look so good, Jimin. Baby, you’re so beautiful. Thank you for spending these past two months with me.”

“Anything just to be with my Yoongi.” Jimin beamed as they exited their bedroom, taking one last glance at the small polaroid taped to the wall.

“Oh, you guys finished up quickly.” Namjoon’s voice echoed from the other room. “I take it you had a rather enjoyable warming up your vocal chords Chim?”

Jimin replied with a snort. “I sure did, Joonie-hyung. It’s good to warm them up often.” He sniggered as Namjoon cursed quietly to himself. “We got everything so we won’t plan on coming back until tomorrow so, uh, go crazy.” Jimin grinned. “But don’t sprain anything, alright?”

Jimin squealed and left the house with Yoongi as Namjoon chucked couch pillows toward him. “I love living here already.” He sighed happily, exchanging smiles with Yoongi as they walked back to the car.

“Good. You’ll settle in quickly. I’m still so shocked you agreed to live with us though.”

“I didn’t want to wait any longer. I already go to your house so often anyway, it may as well be easier to bring my pillow and keep it there forever.” Jimin shrugged.

“We can get matching couple toothbrushes too,” Yoongi giggled, opening the passenger door for Jimin.

“I call the pink brush!” Jimin shouted before thanking Yoongi for the door, leaving a small peck on his cheek and went inside of the car. As Yoongi entered as well, Jimin leaned over. “Or we can get Kakao emoji toothbrushes.”

“In that case, I call Muzi,” Yoongi laughed.

“I call Apeach, it’s head looks like a little mochi. We’re practically twins!”

Yoongi’s laugh filled the entire car. He smiled as he made his way back to the hotel, holding Jimin’s hand on the centre console. The two kept stealing glances at each other, and would chuckle as they accidentally made eye contact.

When Yoongi pulled up to the hotel and parked, Jimin grabbed his bag and got out of the car. As they walked toward the hotel entrance, Jimin ran over, joining Yoongi and clung onto his arm like an annoying girlfriend with a wide smile. They entered the lounge, walking past the old, white piano sitting in the middle of the room with a view to the waterfall.

Yoongi stopped walking as they reached the piano and sat down on the bench. He looked at Jimin with a soft smile, and adjusted his hands on the keys. A soft melody flowed from the ivory keys, and Yoongi closed his eyes. The song poured out of him, his hands moving mechanically thanks to the countless times he played it in his studio. He opened his eyes as the melody became softer and glanced over at Jimin. A smile spread across his lips as he watched the younger boy stare at him in awe and wonder, finally hearing his song being played for him.

Jimin watched in admiration as Yoongi played his song, all his love and attention being poured into each note. The melody was so soft, so calming. He could listen to it a million times over again. Each key he played struck a chord in him, his chest tightening. He could feel the emotion Yoongi put into the song. Unknowingly, a tear ran down his cheek as he closed his eyes, attentively listening to his song play, a soft smile growing across his lips.

Other guests had walked over to the piano to listen, awe on their faces as Yoongi continued playing. He smirked as he played on, feeling a sense of pride as these strangers enjoyed Jimin’s song. A song he wrote for his boyfriend. He finished with a soft press of the keys and stood up, giving a small bow as the people around him applauded. He grabbed his suitcase and held out his other hand for Jimin to take, and the two made their way to the elevators.

Jimin took Yoongi’s hand, gesturing toward him to the audience as they left. “That’s my boyfriend.” He whispered to them, proudly boasting. As they reached the elevator, Jimin pressed the button, watching one of the doors open. The two entered and the doors closed, taking them back up to their floor. “That song,” Jimin bought up. “It was really beautiful. Thank you.”

“Anything for the man I love,” Yoongi smiled.

Jimin returned a loving smile as they waited for the elevator to arrive at their floor. Once the doors opened, the two exited, Jimin letting go of Yoongi’s hand and skipping happily down the hall, humming the tune of the song Yoongi played, until they reached the door to their room. He unlocked it with his card key and tossed the bag onto the small couch. “Ready to feast until we explode?”

“Baby, I was born ready. That fancy meal was so tiny last night,” Yoongi sighed, throwing his bag down next to Jimin’s.

“We’ll eat so much more than the size of your emotional capacity now.” Jimin joked, but his laugh faded. “Although, dare I say, it has increased?”

“Baby, I could tell you that I love you with all my heart, and it wouldn’t be enough to let you know how much I really love you,” Yoongi smiled, stroking Jimin’s hair as he spoke.

“It’s definitely not a teaspoon anymore.” Jimin whispered. “It’s as big as the universe now. Like mine.” He pulled Yoongi toward the door, exiting out of their room toward the lobby that held the buffet. He could smell the food lingering down the hall as they entered the large room, rows of hot and fresh food ready to be served. Jimin’s eyes grew wide at the sight, setting off a rumble in his stomach. “Hyung...there’s so much.” He grew overwhelmed, unsure as to where to start.

“Just fill your plate and go back for more,” Yoongi said, piling random food on his plate.

Jimin’s eyes glimmered at the sight of the food in front of them and grabbed two plates to fill up for starters. He grabbed as much meat as one could hold and the second plate covered in vegetables and pasta for him to try. Once their plates were full, Jimin carefully held his and scanned the room for a table, spotting an empty one by a large window. He carried his plates there, setting them both down and stood by the window, looking at the view of the city with awe.

Yoongi followed behind, setting his plate down at the spot across from Jimin and walking over next to him. He wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled the younger boy into his side with a smile, “Quite a view, isn’t it?”

“When we get our own place, I want to live somewhere high. As high as Namsan. I’ll never get sick of this view.”

“We could probably find something in Itaewon that’s nice and high for you. Or just stay in the heart of Seoul,” Yoongi mused. He rested his head on Jimin’s shoulder with a chuckle, “I will do all necessary research to find you the most beautiful apartment in the tallest building possible.”

“But,” Jimin chimed in. “we would also have to find a space with an extra room. For your music studio, and an area to fit a piano in. I can never grow sick of hearing you play it.”

“And I will never grow tired of playing for you.” Yoongi brought his hand up from Jimin’s waist, and started stroking his hair, “When we get home tomorrow, let’s make a binder full of shit we want to do together and what our dream home will look like and fucking everything we could ever want to do in the future. Kinda like a bucket list, so we can see exactly everything we dream of together.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” Jimin leaned into his shoulder, his mind already reeling with an overwhelming amount of ideas.

“Let’s eat, and discuss this as we go,” Yoongi decided, letting go of Jimin and walking over to his spot. He sat down and began shoveling food into his mouth, “Yah, this is delicious. Eat up, baby boy. I know you’re hungry.”

“Hungry? I’m starving.” Jimin joined Yoongi at the table, taking a few bites of the meat as if he felt like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. He shoved even more food in his mouth, his eyes closing as he groaned in satisfaction. “This is so good.” He mumbled to himself, knowing that there will be more plates of food to come after the first round. “The binder can wait, this is the best thing in the world.” His voice was muffled, his mouth full of food as he stabbed his fork into the pasta, twirling it around.

Yoongi chuckled as Jimin ate like he was a starving child, “Baby, slow down. You’ll give yourself a stomach ache.”

Jimin gave him an innocent giggle before taking another bite of his pasta, clearing up one of the plates in a matter of minutes. “I’m just taking advantage of this buffet to the fullest.” He peered around the room suspiciously and leaned in closely. “You think anyone will notice if I sneak some of this bread in my pockets and bring them back to our room?”

“Baby, you could take a plate of food to your room. It’s the hotel buffet.”

Jimin’s threw his fists in the air in excitement. “As much as sex is great and all, I’m going to do nothing but eat all night. Sorry honey.” He teased, shrugging apologetically and ate another piece of meat.

Yoongi laughed, “Ah, my Jiminnie. You are so wonderful.”

“So are you, Min Yoongi.” Jimin crooned, waving his utensil toward him. “Alright,” He was halfway finished with the second plate. “Let’s get back to this binder of adventures.”

Yoongi smiled, chewing the bite of food he had just put in his mouth before speaking. “What are you thinking, Jiminnie?”

“First and foremost is our trip to Europe.”

“Obviously,” Yoongi smiled. His eyes lit up as he thought of something new, “Let’s go to America too! Could you imagine? The two of us in America!” Yoongi pondered the idea for a moment, “Fuck, we don’t know enough English to travel abroad. We have to bring Joonie with us. He’s the only one fluent in English.”

“If we bring Namjoon, he’s obviously going to bring Jin. If Hoseok finds out the four of us would go to America, he would invite himself along. At some point, Taehyung would find out through Hoseok’s big mouth and bring himself with Kookie. It’s just going to turn into a big family trip. But…” A smile creeped up his lips. “I like the idea of that though.”

“All seven of us having a Western adventure. It sounds like the best holiday ever. I mean, a trip with just the two of us would be fantastic, and I’m sure one day we’ll do it. But thinking about having the others with us brings a different kind of excitement to my heart. You feel me?”

“If our group chats are already crazy, imagine how wild it’ll get with all seven of us in America. America. The land of the crazies. It’s going to be a blast. Too bad Kookie wouldn’t be able to drink there yet.” Jimin chuckled, clearing the last meat on his plate.

“Fuck, let’s do it.”

Chat With international boys

2016.02.15

12:46

SUGA:

Hey fuckers

I have an idea.

please hear me out on this master plan

The.V.Zone:

wow

u guys stopped havin sex

to tell us ur master plan

the dedication

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

dID U GUYS DO THE FUCK?

SUGA:

Tae shut the fuck up

we haven’t even had penetrative sex today

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

thEY FUCKIN DID IT YALL

can jimin walk yet?

or did you totally destROY his ass

SUGA:

Jimin can walk perfectly fine

it’s called prepping

and I know how to fucking do that ok

iq.148:

not only did they fuck but

they came home with news

that jimin is moving in

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

JIMIN FUCKING WHAT?

The.V.Zone:

my bby boo is leaving me :(

Worldwide Handsome:

My son is moving in~

So Yoongi

What’s this “master plan”

The.V.Zone:

kooki bby come live with me :)

we can have all the uninterrupted fun now

Kookie Monster:

lik my mom still dsn’t kno we datin

she might kno im gay

idk

but lik

shed prolly let me room wit m bf(f)

The.V.Zone:

kookie bby

lets fuckin tell her tonite

iq.148:

okay kids, leave this coming out talk for your own chat

Yoongz what’s your plan?

SUGA:

Jimin and I were talking about going to Europe and America

ok

so like

We wanna do that

and I realized we don’t know English

so I said we’d have to bring Joonie bc he’s fluent

which then turned into all 5 of you.

so

what do u think?

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

ur fucking right about including me into this trip i mean, all of us

america is my homeslice

california loves me

and i love california

im gonna fucking pack right now

lets fucking go

Worldwide Handsome:

Hobi, have u ever even BEEN to California?

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i always connected with that place

you wouldn’t understand Hyung

iq.148:

i’d better be treated to something good for doing the translations

for all you idiots

who never passed high school english

The.V.Zone:

Kookie gay marriage is legal in some places there.

let’s get wasted and get married

and then go to vegas

iq.148:

you guys are fucking children

go to the park or something

Kookie Monster:

Tae i lov u n all

but lik

im 20

nd im not rly thinkn bout marrig

also i cnt drink in america

SUGA:

No one is getting married.

this is supposed to be fun

So yah

We wanna plan that shit

Worldwide Handsome:

I for one am looking forward to this.

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

let’s fucking

G O

iq.148:

if we all share a giant hotel room

I call the bed by the window

and yall are buying me alcohol

one bottle per translation

so study up bitches

Worldwide Handsome:

Fuck no, we are not staying in a hotel

air bnb exists for a reason

We’re gonna stay in a fucking nice ass house

and live like KINGS abroad

iq.148:

this is why I love you smoochy poo

The.V.Zone:

*gagging noises*

SUGA:

smoochy poo

im

Jiminnie

never let me call you something that terrible

k, baby boy?

Mochi_Moves:

that’s going to give me nightmares

maybe we’re the ones that are going to

need ear plugs in our house

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

i need to find myself a man

who will call me snuggluffagus

iq.148:

what the fuck

SUGA:

Why am I friends with you

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

thats ur own damn fault sugar beans

ur welcome to leave this friendship anytime

i have jiminie poo anyway

SUGA:

I can’t

I already vowed to name my firstborn after u

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

fuxk

i feel so powerful now

SUGA:

*first adopted

The.V.Zone:

name ur second kid after me

:)

SUGA:

Give me a reason to, then we’ll talk

The.V.Zone:

my existence is already a good enuf reason

SUGA:

absolutely not, tae

Without hoseok

I literally would not have Jimin

Kookie Monster:

fin we wnt nam any of r kids aftr u eithr

The.V.Zone:

we have 2 name one after my precious chimchim

yoongi can be excluded from this however

SUGA:

Thank u

Worldwide Handsome:

I’m not naming any of my children after you lot

burn in hell

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

we fucking know jin

ur kids are literally gonna be

jin jr

jin jr jr

and jin jr jr jr

and maybe the fourth one is Handsome

Worldwide Handsome:

See Joon,

even Hobi thinks we should have 4 kids

iq.148:

Fuck that

i can barely take care of myself

i might snap an arm off of one of those things

Worldwide Handsome:

honey, the good thing about adoption, is that we can

literally skip babies and adopt children who can hit

you back when you do something stupid

iq.148:

what if i break one of their heads open

while they’re learning to ride a bike

or electrocute themselves in my music studio

chiLDREN ARE FRAGILE BUNNY BOO

Worldwide Handsome:

That’s why I’m part of this relationship you door knob

I’m here to protect and nourish, you’re here to

well, you’re here, sweet cheeks.

iq.148:

that actually makes me feel a whole lot better

thank you poopsie

♡

maybe ill consider 1.5 kids for now

bur we’re getting a fuck ton of insurance for these little beasts

SUGA:

.5

Joonie

where is the other half of this child

iq.148:

u kno

in case one of their arms get amputated or something.

shmoopie may be here

but shit is still gonna go down

SUGA:

It’s a really good thing you’re gay

and won’t procreate

Worldwide Handsome:

But imagine if the two of us COULD procreate together

we would make one fucking handsome child

@science, I’m lookin @ u

SUGA:

Wow

ok

so

When yall free to travel to Europe and America

Hobi_won_kenobi:

as soon as chimchim and i can bust out this final performance

at the end of the semester

we’ll both be fuckin ready to go

if ur talking like

this year

The.V.Zone:

im always ready 2 go

i can buss my birthday money on these trips

my professors can deal with an absence or two

SUGA:

I’m talkin asap guys

like

whenever the fuck we can all just GO

a spontaneous holiday

iq.148:

i say when summer starts

The.V.Zone:

agREED

Worldwide Handsome:

yes! I’m down.

Kookie Monster:

holup

SUGA:

i bet you all $50 he’s asking his mom

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

yall

yoongz made a fucking bet

tae u owe me 60 now

The.V.Zone:

fuCKU  HOSEOK

SUGA:

:)

Kookie Monster:

Mom says I cn go if I end th semestr wit As & Bs

SUGA:

See

i fucking called it

The.V.Zone:

cum over boo

i’ll tutor u

;) ;) ;)

Worldwide Handsome:

Do you WANT your boyfriend to fail?

Let Joon help you out, Kookie.

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

no one fuckin agreed to bet against you yoongi

ur not cool enough for this

iq.148:

come over after your classes and i’ll help you

i’ll throw in some of jins cooking too

Kookie Monster:

Sorry bab, I trust Joon wit skool more thn u

nothn prsnl

he jst a genius

iq.148:

my id isn’t fucking iq.148 for nothing

study up bitches

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

YAY America this summer it is!

im fucking PSyCHe DD

SUGA:

first of all I totally am cool enough to make a bet

right Jiminnie~~~~?

second of all I’m glad you are all in on this

Mochi_Moves:

you’re the coolest person in this chat sugar lips <3

The.V.Zone:

excuz me bitch

Mochi_Moves:

second coolest

c:

SUGA:

uh

what now

have fun sleeping in the guest room, Jiminnie

The.V.Zone:

move ur ass back here

i would nvr kick you out

Mochi_Moves:

you lock me out of our place twice a week tae

SUGA:

HA

SEE

FIRST COOLEST BELONGS TO ME

I’D NEVER

IN FACT, I’D LOCK HIM IN WITH ME

that sounds creepy

nevermind

Jimin can do what he wants when he wants where he wants

in /our/ home.

Mochi_Moves:

actually

that sounds rather intriguing

lock me in a room with you c:

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

is jimin fucking kinkier than we think he is?

fuckin

SUGA:

Don’t worry

I’ll take one for the team and find out

Mochi_Moves:

c:

iq.148:

why does this concern me

SUGA:

Any screaming you may hear from now on

is consensual.

i promise.

iq.148:

jesus fuck

jujubee, we need to find our own place now

Worldwide Handsome:

OR

out kink them.

eh?

iq.148:

oh

O H

:)

the games have begun

Kookie Monster:

y do i feel lik ur hom is gon turn into a sex dungn

I feel dirty thinkn bout it

iq.148:

kook

ur 6

you’re not supposed to know what a sex dungeon is

The.V.Zone:

:)

Hobi_wan_kenobi left the chat.

iq.148:

im noping the fUCK OUT OF THIS CHAT

Worldwide Handsome:

I just

Tae, you’re crushing his innocent soul

Mochi_Moves:

ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ

Yoongi looked up from his phone with a laugh, “God, I can’t believe our friends sometimes. And you know, it’s always fucking Tae who gets everyone to leave the chat. What the fuck is up with that?”

Jimin threw his head back in laughter, replying with a shrug. “That’s just how Taetae is. What a beautiful friendship.” He wiped a tear away from laughing so hard and stabbed a fork into one of the meats on his fourth plate of food.

“What do you figure we should do until the concert tonight? We have that whole room to lounge in. We have a fucking bathtub with jets. The day is yours, Jiminnie. What do you want?”

“Joonie texted me earlier and said he slipped some video games into my bag. We can hook it up to the tv in there and watch me beat your ass.” Jimin grinned. “After our luxurious bath of course.”

Yoongi grinned wide, “That sounds heavenly.”

“But,” Jimin spoke up. “On the way, there’s somewhere I want us to go to.”

“Anywhere, baby.”

“We have to leave a lock at Namsan.” Jimin smiled and resumed eating his food.

“Of course. Yes. Let’s do it. We’ll go get a lock and write our names on it and lock it up for everyone to see how much we love each other.”

“Next time on one of our anniversaries, let’s get dinner at the top of the tower! There’s a really nice restaurant there.

Yoongi smiled at the thought of taking Jimin up to the restaurant at the top of the tower, “Of course, baby. Maybe we can get wine there too,” he added with a wink.

“Lot’s of wine!” Jimin exclaimed. “That’s going in our adventure binder.” He sighed, resting his chin on his hand. “There’s nothing more romantic than a date at Namsan. You know, when we put our names on a lock and throw the key away, it means our love is supposed to be eternal.” He bit on his fork, a dreamy smile growing across his lips.

“Good,” Yoongi nodded. “I don’t want our love to be anything less than eternal. More than is okay, but not less than.” He smiled, watching Jimin stare off out the window and knew the younger was concocting a fantasy of his own in his head.

His gaze wavered back toward Yoongi, taking in the sight in front of him. “You know,” Jimin finally spoke up. “I don’t get what our friends say about you being a cold hearted person. I never saw it in you, even from the start. You’re literally like a teddy bear.” Every time Yoongi smiled, Jimin’s insides melted. Whenever he spoke, he turned into putty. Even the first time they met at the cafe, Jimin couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He just simply didn’t understand why he was so intimidating to others. Yoongi was in fact, the softest person Jimin had ever met.

“I have a bad case of resting bitch face, and it scares people away from me,” Yoongi shrugged. “It’s how I weed out the weak ones.”

“I must be the strongest weed in your garden.” Jimin giggled

“You must. I can’t seem to get you out of my garden. But then again, I haven’t actually tried to.”

“Mmm,” Jimin scrunched his nose. “Don’t plan on trying. I already spread out and took over your whole garden.”

Yoongi stood up and walked over to where Jimin was still seated. He leaned down and placed a hard kiss on Jimin’s cheek and held out his hand for the younger to grab onto. He helped Jimin out of his seat and pulled him into a tight hug. “I want this whole damn hotel to know how much I love my Jiminnie.”

Jimin tightened his fist into the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt, his nose burying into the crook of his neck. “When we get to Namsan, I want the whole damn world to know how much I love you.”

Yoongi felt like he had a smile permanently etched into his face, but it didn’t bother him. He enjoyed the overwhelming feeling of happiness Jimin brought him. He loved the fact that he didn’t need to feel sorry for himself when Jimin was around. If a permanent smile was the price to pay for loving Jimin with his whole heart, then so be it. He unwrapped himself from Jimin, and pulled the younger along back to the room, “I have a lock in my bag. Let’s grab it and make our way to Namsan.”

“You...you have a lock?” Jimin asked with a surprised expression, following him back to their room. “You’re prepared for anything, aren’t you Min Yoongi?” A smile creeped up his lips. “Why do I feel like we’re the two disgustingly-in-love main couple of a rom-com movie?”

“I went to the gym the other day and forgot to take it out, but this is a better use for that lock anyways,” Yoongi shrugged.

“It works perfectly. The locks there are overpriced anyway.” They eventually reached their room, entering it after inserting the card key as Jimin watched Yoongi shuffle through his bag. His expression radiated when Yoongi found the small lock. “Got a sharpie in there too by any chance?” He squatted down beside him.

Yoongi shoved a few things aside, sticking his tongue out in concentration as his hand felt around the bottom of his bag for the familiar marker he knew was hiding inside. He let out an “ah ha!” as he gripped onto his lonely black sharpie and held it out like Link would hold his heart container. “I have a marker and a lock, who needs capitalism?” Yoongi smirked.

“Capitalism can suck it!” Jimin shouted before falling into a fit of laughter. “You’re always so handy Min Yoongi.” He stood up from the floor, brushing the dark hair out of his eyes. “Let’s go show the world how disgustingly cute we are together.”

“God, I want nothing more than that,” Yoongi sang out as he followed Jimin out of the hotel room.

Hands intertwined with Yoongi’s, Jimin led him out of the hotel and searched around the street. “Let’s take a bus to Namsan and then a stroll up the hill from there. It’ll be such a nuisance to try parking anywhere near that place.” He pulled him toward the bus stop, a bus luckily arriving right as they got there. They swiped their cards as they entered the vehicle, picking an empty spot toward the back. The bus wasn’t as crowded as Jimin expected, it was quiet except for the hum of the engine and a song playing softly in the background. He leaned his head against Yoongi’s shoulder, fiddling around with the lock in his hands.

Yoongi smiled at the contact, and wrapped his arm around Jimin, pulling him close. He leaned his head against Jimin and closed his eyes, taking a moment to relax. “Let’s write on the lock now so it’s all ready to lock up when we get there,” Yoongi suggested.

Jimin beamed at the idea. “It’s your lock, so you write your message first.” He tilted his head up, setting the lock into his hands.

“Jimin, my love for you surpasses the sound of the seventh trumpet,” Yoongi muttered as he wrote as small as he could on the back of the lock. He left enough room for Jimin to put his message underneath.

Jimin grinned widely, feeling his ears burn as he heard Yoongi’s mumble. When he was done, Jimin took the lock from him and bit his lip, thinking of a short message to write. When an idea came to him, he squinted and wrote the little note underneath Yoongi’s and added their names along the edges with a heart at the end. He proudly showed Yoongi the lock with a dorky grin. The note read ‘Our love goes to infinity and beyond.’

Yoongi knew the grin on his face was equally as dorky as Jimin’s but he didn’t care. Everyone in the bus could have been staring at them at that moment, but it didn’t mean a thing to Yoongi if he had Jimin in his arms. He kissed the side of Jimin’s head and whispered “I love you,” into his ear, and in the moment, it felt so intimate.

Jimin’s cheeks flushed as he looked down at the lock in his hands, admiring their scribbled messages. As dorky they were, it still made something in his chest flutter. The two were in their own little world on the bus, exchanging giggles and smiles. He took Yoongi’s hand in his, massaging little circles on the back of it. “Did I ever say,” He began. “Happy two months?”

“No, but that might have been implied during our morning handjob,” Yoongi smiled coyly.

Jimin sputtered, covering his mouth to suppress his laugh. “I mean, you’re not exactly wrong.”

Yoongi chuckled, “Happy two months, baby boy. Here’s to many more.”

“And to the best trip to America with our dysfunctional family.” He chimed in. “Happy two months, sugar lips.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

The bus came to a stop, Yoongi nudged Jimin that it was time to get off, and the two made their way out hand-in-hand. They approached the entrance to the trail that spiraled up toward Namsan tower. The buildings of the city faded into a forest, trees surrounding them. The brick trail in front of them alternated from stairs to a flat slope. It was a beautiful walk up the hill, the weather cool enough for them to go up comfortably, but it was steep as hell.

Yoongi scrunched his nose as he looked up the hill, “Yah, I’m already tired. Baby, carry me up the hill.”

“You’re so lazy, come on. We’re almost there! Even the ahjummas are passing us.” Jimin grabbed Yoongi’s hand, pulling him up the steep hill. “Look! We’re getting closer to the tower. They have a lot of refreshing drinks and snacks at the end of the trail.

“Good. I’m gonna need some.”

A few turns and whines later, they finally reached the end of the gruesome trail. Jimin was about to take a moment to catch his breath when he caught a glimpse of the tower behind the trees and skipped toward it, jumping up and down. “Yoongi, Yoongi! Hyung, look, it’s right there!” He pointed at the building towering up into the sky.

Yoongi panted, trying to catch his breath as he followed after Jimin. “Jiminnie, wait for hyung.” He took hold of Jimin’s wrist and followed his pace up to the tower.

“Hyung, hyung!” He shook his shoulder excitedly, pulling out his phone. “Can you take a picture of me? I’m going to jump!” Jimin set the phone in Yoongi’s hand, running out into the open space in front of the tower, preparing for his jump-shot.

“On the count of three, baby. Jump for me, okay?” Yoongi requested, holding up Jimin’s phone. “One, two, three!”

Jimin flew up into the air, spreading his arms and legs. A shout erupted from him, as if it would have made the quality of the image better. He landed back on the ground with a thunk and ran up to Yoongi. “Did you get it?” He peered over his shoulder, looking at his phone.

Yoongi pulled up the camera roll and smiled, showing Jimin the picture of him up in the air. “Perfect.”

“Now you! Go on!” He gently pushed Yoongi toward the open area, chuckling at his protests. “Come on, I’ll take a good one of you, I promise!”

Yoongi pouted, but once he turned around and saw Jimin’s smile, his pout disappeared. With a gummy grin, Yoongi gave Jimin two thumbs up when he was ready to go.

“Okay!” He shouted. “Three, two, one, jump!”

Yoongi jumped up in the air, hands stretched up to the sky, and his foot coming out in front of him in a martial arts kick. When he landed, he stumbled over to Jimin to see how the picture turned out.

“Oh,” Jimin pouted, glancing up at Yoongi. “I didn’t get it.”

Yoongi frowned and tried to take Jimin’s phone from his hands to look himself.

Jimin threw himself at Yoongi, laughing. “I was just kidding hyung, I took a perfect one. See!” He swiped to the picture of Yoongi kicking in the air. “As promised.”

Yoongi pinched Jimin’s cheeks in retaliation, “You’re lucky I love you so damn much.”

Jimin grinned proudly and swiped through the pictures of them. Before continuing their adventure, he made them take millions of selfies in every angle possible while trying to get the tower in the background. After Jimin was satisfied, he tugged on Yoongi’s sleeve, dragging him all around the area. Jimin hadn’t been to the tower since he was a kid, he had forgotten how pretty everything was, from the little temple perched on the top of the stairs to the sculptures of locks shaped as trees.

Jimin gasped in awe as he went to the viewing area, hanging just off the edge of the hill. The view looked over to the sprawling city of Seoul in between mountains.

“It’s beautiful,” Yoongi breathed.

“I don’t know,” Jimin hummed, leaning against the railing, facing Yoongi. “I found a much more beautiful view than that.” As half serious as he was, it took all his resistance to not cringe at his own words.

Yoongi leaned in and kissed Jimin’s lips, far too fond of the boy in front of him to do anything other than that.

Jimin pulled him in closer, leaning into the kiss, feeling himself grow warm and fuzzy from the embrace. He tilted his head back and smiled at him. “Yeah,” Jimin nodded to himself. “Beats the view. One hundred percent.”

“Let’s put this lock on so I can take you back to the hotel room,” Yoongi purred against Jimin’s jaw, leaving small kisses in his wake.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” Jimin snickered as he wiggled himself out of his embrace, guiding Yoongi toward the large porch, the railings covered with an overwhelming amount of colorful locks. “Jesus, there’s so much more than what I remembered. Where do you want to put it?” He held up the lock between the two.

Yoongi looked around them and pointed to a spot behind Jimin, “I want to put it over there so that it can rest on top of the other locks and everyone can see how much Yoongi and Jimin love each other.”

“Let’s do it!” Jimin chimed in, spinning around. He searched for a secure place on top of the pile of locks to attack theirs to. “How about here?” He pointed to a cluster of pink locks scribbled with messages at the very top.

“There is perfect,” Yoongi smiled.

Jimin attached the lock into place, pulling the small metallic key and tugging on it to make sure it was secure.

Yoongi snaked his hand into Jimin’s and rested his head on the other’s shoulder, “Now our love is eternal. Amazing how that happened so quickly.”

Jimin held up the key inches away from his face. “We still have to toss it in the box, and then it’s to infinity and beyond from there.”

“Then let’s toss her in and make it official.”

Jimin approached the small box perched on a wooden post in the corner. He slipped the key into the slot, hearing it clank against the pile of god knows how many other keys. He said a little prayer in his mind, a habit after having visited many temples with his family growing up. “It’s done!”

“Jimin, I do believe we are married now. I don’t make the rules, I just follow them,” Yoongi smirked, pulling the younger boy into his side.

“Lucky for you, I’m a rule follower too.”

“Suck it, Korea!” Yoongi yelled, flipping off the skyline in the distance.

Jimin cackled and ran up to the railing, screaming into the city, disrupting the small crowd around them. “Korea can suck it!”

The two received weird looks from the people around them, but they either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Yoongi laughed along with Jimin, and the two of them began their decent back down the hill holding hands the whole way down.

“The walk down was nowhere near as bad,” Jimin exclaimed as they arrived to the bus station, waiting with a few other people. “Let’s come back when the flowers start blooming! It’s supposed to be gorgeous here.” He grinned and realized how much time had passed. Jimin pulled out his phone and checked the time. “It’s almost time for the concert! Let’s start heading to the venue, the hotel can wait until tonight.” He winked.

Yoongi chuckled, “We’ll probably be sweaty from the concert anyway. Oh, did you grab the picnic dinner from Jin? I can’t remember.”

“Yes! Namjoon packed it in my duffle along with the video games.”

“Good! Show should be done by 9. That buffet should hold us over until then. After we eat, we can dance around under the stars, because it’s just what I know you’re waiting for.”

“I mean, I didn’t eat 5 plates of food for nothing.” Jimin shrugged and followed with a smile. “Dancing under the stars,” He sighed, leaning against Yoongi’s shoulder. “How romantic is that ? God we’re so gay. I love it.”

“You know earlier how you asked me why the others said I was so cold hearted? I’m only a hopeless romantic when I’m with you, Jimin.” Yoongi chuckled, grabbing Jimin’s hand and walking into the bus as it pulled up and opened its doors. “No one else on Earth could convince me to dance under the stars after picnicking.”

“I feel like the luckiest person ever then.” Jimin seated himself comfortably next to Yoongi on the bus as the doors shut and went on with it’s route. “Is it greedy of me to say I like being the only one to see this side of you?”

“Nah. It’s not selfish if we both feel the same way,” Yoongi winked.

“Okay, good.” Jimin leaned himself closely against Yoongi, combing his fingers through his hair. “Because you’re my Yoongi and mine only.” He whispered.

“Oh, possessive are we? Another one of those kinks I’m finding you have a lot of?” Yoongi quirked an eyebrow at the younger boy.

Jimin replied with a smirk. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet.”

“Well I potentially have the rest of my life to figure it all out, right?” Yoongi whispered.

JImin nodded at Yoongi. “Of course. I would hope so.”

Yoongi smiled and kissed the top of Jimin’s head. “Technically eternity.”

“We may as well be the ones that get married in America instead.” Jimin laughed. “I don’t think spending an eternity with you would be so bad.”

Yoongi’s smile grew wider, and he pulled Jimin tight against himself, “Good. Because I think you’re kind of stuck with me.”

“You won’t be hearing any complaints from me, we made it through two months so far, haven’t we? Jesus,” He laughed to himself. “After talking about an eternity, two months seems like nothing.”

“What’s the saying? Time flies when you’re having fun? I definitely have fun when I’m with you.”

Jimin’s eyes formed into crescents. “I mean,” He flipped his hair dramatically. “People always said I was a fun person to hang out with.”

“Almost as fun as Hobi,” Yoongi smirked.

“You know what, you’re absolutely right. I can never outrank that man. He never fails to steal the show at every party we’ve gone to.”

“Him drunk is the party.”

Jimin snickered at his comment. “I’ve never heard a more accurate statement.”

Yoongi laughed along with Jimin, and the two kept their happy conversation going until they reached their stop. The two got out of the bus, thanking the driver (bc they ain’t a bunch of assholes) and made their way back to their room.

When they entered their rooms, Jimin bolted into the living room, jumping onto the couch. “Hyung! Let’s play mario kart!” He pulled out the console from his duffle bag with a competitive grin. “Winner gets a free dinner?”

Yoongi snorted, “How about, the winner is on top tonight.” He winked at Jimin as he grabbed the controllers and helped him bring the video games over to the TV.

Jimin hooked up the Nintendo® Wii™ to the TV and realized Namjoon left a CD in it. Pushing the eject button, it popped out and Jimin read the title, sputtering at the name. “Hyung,” He waved the CD titled ‘Cumalot’ toward him. “I think Namjoon left us a present.”

“What in the everloving fuck is this?” Yoongi asked, taking the CD from Jimin.

“Well, now we know a member of our family enjoys porn. I appreciate the gesture, but I think we’ll do just fine without it.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows.

Yoongi laughed, “You’re right. We don’t need porn to help us get off. All I need to hear is you moan as I bite your lip and lick up your neck.”

Jimin swallowed, staring at Yoongi as he felt the heat creep up his cheeks, but within a second, the expression changed to a smirk as he inserted the game into the Wii™. “Don’t think you can use that as a distraction to win the game, Min Yoongi.” Mario Kart™  flashed onto the screen and Jimin hopped onto the couch, making himself comfortable. “Nothing can distract me from kicking your ass.”

“Oh, someone’s eager,” Yoongi chuckled. He sat himself down next to Jimin, and grabbed a pro controller and connected it to his wiimote. He looked over at Jimin, who was sat with his wiimote stuck inside the wheel add-on. He was sitting on his knees, excitedly bouncing up and down as the menu loaded up. “You look like such a child right now, baby,” Yoongi smiled. “You’re cute when you’re excited.”

“I get excited knowing I’m going to beat you, hyung.” Jimin bit his lip as he selected the Koopa Cape track and picked out the vehicle for his character, Toad. When the screen began the countdown, he hunched over with the wheel in his hand, ready to play.

“Baby, if you wanted to beat me, you wouldn’t have chosen Toad as your main driver,” Yoongi laughed, his Waluigi zooming past Jimin as the screen flashed “GO.”

“Wait...wait!” Jimin sputtered, shifting his wheel side by side to dodge through the other karts to catch up with Yoongi, but he was too fast. “Wait...you didn’t tell me you were good at this game. Hyung!” He whined, trying to launch items toward Yoongi’s car. “Just wait until I get a blue shell of death.” He murmured under his breath.

Yoongi laughed, “I’ll be too far ahead for it to make a difference.” Yoongi finished his first lap in first place, smiling as he saw the gap between him and Jimin in second place. “Also I was an unloved child with only one friend, you really think I didn’t master every video game I owned?”

“No, no no no!” Jimin tilted to the side, aggressively turning the wheel, finally finishing his first lap. “Sauron will remain victorious!” He collected a red shell and aimed it at Yoongi but it only hit the kart next to him. A string of curses left his lips as he scooted himself closer toward the TV, in full focus mode.

“Sauron needs to get comfy with the fact he’s gonna bottom again tonight,” Yoongi laughed.

Jimin pouted, refusing to reply to Yoongi as he finished his second lap, zooming past the other karts. His eyes squinted, watching his kart in the map catching up to Yoongi’s. Slowly, but surely. Halfway through their final lap, Jimin’s nose was practically inches away from the screen, shouting at his kart to go faster. When he glanced at Yoongi’s half of the screen, he watched his cart fly through the finish line at first place. Jimin let out a whine, falling onto the ground “No! Best out of three? I demand a character switch!”

Yoongi laughed, ruffling Jimin’s hair, “Alright, baby. That’s fine with me.”

“Yes!” Jimin jumped back up, changing the screen back to the character selection and picked Koopa.

“Ah, getting smart with your character choice, eh? Still no match for me and my Waluigi,” Yoongi said with a smug grin on his face.

“Koopa may be small, but he’s powerful.” Jimin glared at Yoongi before whipping his head back to the screen, in full focus mode again. “I only picked Toad to go easy on you.”

“Oh did you now? Alright, no mercy. I’m going back and picking the 150cc, and we are racing to the death.”

“It’s on, Min Yoongi, it’s fucking on.” Jimin scowled.

“You said best two out of three, but we’ll only need one more race to determine the winner,” Yoongi smirked.

“Shush hyung, I don’t need to hear this cockiness right now.” Jimin started the game and waited for the countdown, revving up his engine right before it started. When it said ‘GO’, the two of them zoomed off, racing side by side on the track.

“Oh, so he can race! I thought you were just messing around when you said you could beat me,” Yoongi jeered.

Jimin muttered an ‘I told you so’ under his breath as he tilted the steering wheel, trying to break through one of the item boxes, collecting a red shell. With Yoongi just ahead of him, he aimed it at his cart and watched it get hit, cackling loudly.

“You bastard,” Yoongi whispered.

“That’s what boyfriends are for!” Jimin beamed, keeping his eyes on the screen.

“I thought you loved me,” Yoongi pouted and leaned all his weight onto Jimin’s shoulder.

“I do, this is just my way of showing it.” They finished their first lap, Jimin shouting in victory as he placed in first and cackled at Yoongi. “Watch me kick your ass this time around.”

“Oh, sounds kinky.”

“Hyung!” Jimin screeched.

Yoongi just laughed and took a shortcut path to weasel his way in front of Jimin and back into first place.

“You...you-” Jimin stuttered, giving Yoongi a quick glance. “You cheated!”

“It’s called using my resources, and the game provides this shorter track for anyone to use.”

Jimin pouted and furrowed his eyebrows, spinning his wheel back and forth aggressively during the sharper turns. He glanced at Yoongi mischievously and pushed him with his arm, trying to throw him off.

“Fuck off, Jiminnie!” Yoongi laughed, still maintaining his spot on the race track. “That’s cheating.”

“I never said I played Mario Kart fairly.” Jimin stated, sitting himself in front of Yoongi to block his view.

Yoongi didn’t hesitate, licking up the side of Jimin’s neck as he blocked his view.

“Yah!” Jimin cringed, sliding himself away from Yoongi. “You brat! That’s not funny!” He shrieked as they finished their second lap, desperately trying to catch up to Yoongi.

“Oh babe, I’m sorry. I just thought since you seemed to enjoy it every other time I licked you, it might encourage you this time around.”

Jimin shot a glare at Yoongi, laughing sarcastically. “Not this time, Min Yoongi.” They were on their third lap now, Jimin shrieking loudly during every sharp turn, throwing his body to the side he turned the wheel. “No, no, nonononono” He muttered under his breath.

Yoongi pulled his item trigger to use his star power as they came up close to the finish line, gaining a speed boost and a “FUCK!” from Jimin. Yoongi just laughed as he crossed the finish line only seconds before Jimin.

“Damn!” Jimin tossed his wheel onto the couch, his arms flailing in the air. “I was this close, this close!”

“You know, since I’m the best boyfriend ever and you were that close to beating the Great Min Yoongi at Mario Kart™, I’ll let you top tonight anyways,” Yoongi grinned, pulled Jimin into his arms.

Jimin stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that out of guilt?”

Yoongi’s smile softened, “I’m sure. Plus, I fucked you last night. I wouldn’t have made you bottom again anyways.”

“Aw, Min Yoongi.” Jimin smiled. “You really are the best boyfriend after all.” He left a kiss on his cheek. “But I’m still salty you beat me, twice.”

“I’m just that good, baby,” Yoongi grinned, leaning back with his hands hooked behind his head.

“I’ll never admit that.” Jimin laughed, ruffling Yoongi’s hair. “You say what you want to think, but there’s a million more games out there I can clearly beat you in.”

“Okay, well we can certainly test that out. Every night before bed, we are now going to battle each other in different video games.”

“You know what, I’m up for that challenge. If we run out of games to play, we’ll just team up against Namjoon and Jin.”

“God yes. That sounds fantastic,” Yoongi grinned. Yoongi glances at his watch and let out an “oof,” as he read the time. “Alright, baby, it’s time to go! We’re gonna miss our bus if we wait any longer.”

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Jimin shouted gleefully, jumping up from his ground and grabbed Yoongi’s hand, helping him up as well. He grabbed the key and bolted out of the room with Yoongi, skipping down the hall, humming a song to himself. “I’m so excited, I haven’t been to a concert before! I’ve always been a classical show kind of guy.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat, baby. Fall Out Boy and Steve Aoki are gonna play for us.”

“I love Steve Aoki!” Jimin clapped his hands together, hopping into the elevator once the door finally opened, pushing the button to the lobby. “Oh my god, I’m going to see him live. Min Yoongi I’m going to see one of my idols live!” He exclaimed, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

Yoongi gave Jimin one of his gummy smiles, “Baby, I’m excited for you!”

“I’m excited for us! This concert is going to be so much fun.” The elevator doors opened again when they reached the lobby, exiting the hotel toward the bus stop. They only waited a few minutes until it arrived and entered the vehicle, taking the seats in the back. He nuzzled himself up against Yoongi, a smile grew across his lips, thinking about the concert and their little picnic afterwards. He was so ridiculously happy today, there was absolutely nothing that could kill off his joy.

Yoongi kissed the top of Jimin’s head as the younger nuzzled up against him. The two stayed seated in a comfortable silence the whole ride over to the arena. Jimin dozed off for about 40 minutes, but Yoongi thought he was too beautiful to disturb and let him rest against his shoulder. When the bus finally arrived, he nudged his Sleeping Beauty, and the two made their way through bag check and into the arena. They followed their tickets to their seats, and Yoongi’s eyes widened in awe at how close Jimin got them. “Yah, these are really good seats.”

Jimin shrugged innocently. “I just got lucky, I guess.” He pulled out his phone, taking pictures of the arena in awe. “This place is huge, hyung. Look how many people there are! Just imagine, one day you could be up there with the songs you compose.” Jimin exclaimed, pointing toward the stage.

Yoongi snorted, “I can’t even imagine that.”

“Are you doubting yourself? You’re a lot more talented than you think! Ask any of our friends, they’ll agree with me!”

Yoongi shrugged, “I’m mediocre at best.”

Lightly punching his shoulder, Jimin let out a whine. “You’re great, hyung!” The lights dimmed as the crowd screamed, Jimin jumped out of his spot excitedly, joining the rest of the audience. “Hyung, hyung it’s starting!”

Steve Aoki came out onto the stage then and began his first song. Yoongi looked over at Jimin and saw his face light up. A smile broke out across Yoongi’s face as he took in the sight. He leaned over to talk in Jimin’s ear, “Yah, you excited? I can’t tell!”

“This is the worst concert ever!” He shouted back with the biggest smile spread across his lips. “I’m such an idiot for thinking I would actually have fun!”

Yoongi playfully shoved him, and put his attention back on the stage… kinda. He mostly remained focused on Jimin throughout Steve Aoki’s set. Every time Jimin smiled or danced along, Yoongi felt a flutter in his chest, and a smile crept up onto his face. How this boy came to be his life in such a short amount of time, he’ll never know, but he’ll thank every god there is for letting it be so.

When Steve’s set came to an end, Jimin panted, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “That was fucking amazing!” He hollered, leaping beside Yoongi. “Did you see how close he was? He saw me, I’m sure he did!” The excitement rushed through his veins, impatiently waiting for the next show to start.

Yoongi laughed, “I’m sure he did, baby.”

“I understand why you like concerts now, hyung. There’s so much energy here, and I can dance as much as I want!” Jimin sighed, taking in the arena around them. “If that was only the beginning, I can't even imagine how much better it’s going to get.”

“I’ve heard Fall Out Boy puts on a good show, so we have a good time ahead of us!” Yoongi grinned.

“What should we do until then? We got quite some time, don’t we?”

Yoongi shrugged, “We can go look at the merch booth?”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “Do you think they have Steve Aoki merch? Let’s go, let’s go!” He grabbed Yoongi’s hand, leaving their seats toward the merch booth. “I’m telling you, I’d drop so much money for an Aoki shirt.”

“You’re not buying yourself a damn thing. I’m dropping so much money on Steve Aoki for you,” Yoongi scolded.

“Wait, what? Are you being serious hyung?” HIs eyes grew wide.

“Of course I am. You set up this amazing night, and I’m going to reward you for it in every way I can,” Yoongi smiled, kissing the back of Jimin’s hand in his own.

“Oh my god,” Jimin bounced happily on his feet, a smile forming. “You are literally the best boyfriend, ever!” They approached the merch booth as a gasp of joy left his lips, eyeballing all the merch hung across the booth. “There’s...there’s so many to choose from.”

“Get anything you want, baby boy,” Yoongi smiled, admiring the look of awe on Jimin’s face.

“Anything?” He gaped at the merch, pointing at a simple shirt with Steve Aoki scribbled across it. “What do you think of this shirt? And matching Fall Out Boy hats?”

“I love it,” Yoongi beamed.

Jimin asked for the two hats and shirt, holding them in his arms with a giant grin as Yoongi paid. He peeled one of the hats out of the plastic bag, putting it over his hair, fitting perfectly. As they left the booth, JImin took out Yoongi’s as well and set it on his head. “It’s a good look on you.” He beamed. “Thank you again, this is the best thing ever.” He unwrapped the shirt, looking at it with admiration. “I can’t wait to wear this!”

Yoongi laughed at Jimin’s excitement and adjusted the hat on his head, “I’m glad you’re happy, Jiminnie.” They stopped to grab a couple water bottles each, and walked back over to their seats with a good 20 minutes left until Fall Out Boy was supposed to even come out.

Jimin pulled out his phone, taking millions of selfies with them and their hats and filmed the arena around them, excitedly pointing at the stage saying Steve Aoki was just there. Once he was satisfied, Jimin sat back down in his seat, throwing an arm across Yoongi’s shoulders. “This is definitely going on my list of the top five best dates.”

Yoongi smiled and tilted his head towards Jimin, “Good. Me too.”

Jimin turned his head toward Yoongi, raising an eyebrow. “Best Fall Out Boy song?”

“I’m always a sucker for What a Catch, Donnie and Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy. But honestly, The Phoenix is my hoe jam. Take This To Your Grave is their best album, but Save Rock And Roll had a lot of bangers.”

“And Thnks fr the Mmrs! You can’t forget the iconic chimpanzees.” Jimin chimed in.

Yoongi chuckled, “Ah, yes. That one is good too.”

“It’s a classic, alongside Dance Dance!” Jimin sat up from his seat, performing the dokiest dance while singing out some lyrics.

“Oh my god, stop that. You’re such a dork.”

Jimin only raised his voice, singing louder and serenading his boyfriend in front of the crowd of people sitting around them. He heard a few chuckle and one person cheering loudly further up the row. “See, they like it!”

Yoongi laughed and pulled Jimin down into a headlock, pulling off his hat and ruffling up his hair, “Yah, cute Jimin is for me and me alone.”

“Aw, is someone jealous that I got a whole audience to fall for my charms?” Jimin fixed his hair, readjusting the cap.

“I’m not jealous. Min Yoongi is never jealous.”

“Mhmm.” Jimin hummed, pinching his cheek. “That’s not what your pouty face says, sugar lips.”

Yoongi huffed and folded his arms across his chest, “Whatever.”

“Ohh, sugar lips,” Jimin cooed, scooting closer. “You’re cute when you’re annoyed.”

Yoongi stuck out his tongue at Jimin, not wanting to press further.

Jimin grinned, taking Yoongi’s hand in his. “Don’t worry, my cute side is reserved just for you only. In fact, I’ll exclusively give you my very own Fall Out Boy performance, no one else will ever see it.”

“This sounds like it could be kinky,” Yoongi pondered. “Will you be wearing clothing during this performance?”

“That’s up to you.” Jimin grinned, winking.

Yoongi shot Jimin a mischievous smile and wiggled his eyebrows at him. “Hmm, give me a lap dance to Dance, Dance. That would be sexy as fuck.”

Jimin let out a laugh, tilting his head back. “Whatever you like, sugar lips.”

Yoongi grinned, “Wow I’m so fucking whipped for you.”

“I know you are, but you know what?” Jimin glanced back and forth before leaning in closely, whispering. “I’m fucking whipped for you too.”

Yoongi turned his head to catch Jimin’s lips with his own, not caring that there were people all around them.

“You’re not so shy when it comes to public displays of affection, are you?” Jimin muttered against his lips, grinning.

Yoongi shrugged, “I don’t really care. If that couple three rows ahead can be so into each other without fuss, then so can I.”

“Then let’s show this whole arena how disgustingly in love we are, I don’t care.” Jimin smiled, grabbing Yoongi’s shirt and pulling him in for another kiss.

Yoongi smiled into the kiss, reaching up to caress Jimin’s face. “I love you,” he mumbled against Jimin’s lips.

“I love you more, Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi scrunched his nose, “Nice try, Jiminnie, but I’m the hyung and I love you more.”

“Nooo, that can’t be.” Jimin pouted. “I’m the one that found you, I was one hundred percent whipped from the start.”

Yoongi shook his head, “I don’t care. I definitely love you more.”

Jimin slapped the brim of Yoongi’s cap down, falling onto his face. “Shush, you can’t out love me.”

“Just you wait, Park Jimin. I’ll show you.”

“And how exactly will you do that?”

Yoongi winked, “You’ll find out tonight, baby.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows rose in surprise. “This just gives me another thing to look forward to tonight.”

“We’re gonna be up all night, baby,” Yoongi smirked. “It’s a good thing checkout isn’t until 11.”

“Hmm,” Jimin gave him a smug grin. “You’re so full of surprises, sugar lips.”

As Yoongi leaned in for another kiss, the lights dimmed, and the audience erupted into cheers. The Phoenix started playing, and Yoongi broke away from Jimin. He perked up, nearly jumping out of his seat to cheer along with the rest of the audience.

“PUT ON YOUR WAR PAINT,” Patrick Stump sang. Yoongi grabbed onto Jimin’s shoulder with excitement. “PUT ON YOUR WAR PAINT.”

“You are a brick tied to me that’s dragging me down. Strike a match and I’ll burn you to the ground. We are the Jack-O-Lanterns in July, setting fire to the sky. Here, here comes this rising tide, so COME ON!” Yoongi sang along, a wide grin present on his face the whole time. As the chorus hit, he started jumping and dancing around with Jimin. It was the best feeling in the world, letting loose with Jimin to some good, live music.

Jimin was smiling, watching his boyfriend sing at the top of his lungs. Everyone around them were cheering so loudly, the beat of the music vibrated against his ears, they could practically burst. But Jimin didn’t notice, everything around him became a blur and all he could see was Yoongi jumping beside him, lost in the song. He felt so happy and content watching him in his element. He danced beside Yoongi, singing along loudly, and probably terribly with him.

Fall Out Boy played for what seemed like a fleeting moment, but it was really two hours. Yoongi lost himself in the music, having the time of his life. When the last song finished and the confetti was falling into the audience, Yoongi looked over at Jimin with the biggest grin on his face. Sweat was dripping down his neck, and he could tell that Jimin was hot and sweaty too. They both just smiled at each other, reveling in the time they had just spent together. Yoongi held out his hand and pulled Jimin towards the end of the aisle, trying to squeeze their way into the mass exodus.

Slowly, they mazed their way through the crowd of people leaving, still in a daze from the excitement earlier. When they finally reached the outside of the venue, Jimin breathed in the fresh air, the breeze cooling him off. “That was literally the best concert I’ve only ever gone to!” Jimin commented as they made their way to the bus stop, grinning to himself every now and again whenever he thought about the concert or seeing how happy Yoongi was.

The grin on Yoongi’s face never faltered as he walked, swinging his and Jimin’s hands between them. “That was really fun. I’m glad you took me to see Fall Out Boy.”

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it!” Jimin replied, his chest fluttering whenever he glanced toward Yoongi, seeing his wide, gummy smile. He had never seen someone elated, it was only expression he wanted to see on Yoongi.

“I’m hungry and ready to sweep you off your feet, come on. Get on the bus, baby boy.”

Grinning, Jimin followed Yoongi onto the full bus, standing in the aisle and holding onto one of the handles.

Yoongi let Jimin hold them in place, as he wrapped his arm around his waist and held on tightly. “If you go down, we both do.”

“If I jump off a cliff, you would jump too?” Jimin asked, raising his eyebrows.

“You jump, I jump, right?” Yoongi quoted.

“Aw,” Jimin smiled, touched by his words. “You so loyal, hyung. Let’s just jump together from now on.”

Yoongi leaned his head onto Jimin’s shoulder, “You already know I’d do anything for you.”

“You should know that goes the same for you too, hyung.” Jimin ran his fingers through the hair peeking out at the back of Yoongi’s cap.

Yoongi closed his eyes and smiled as Jimin stroked the hair on the back of his neck, still coming off his post concert high.

The two stood quietly in the bus, eventually spotting empty seats to sit in halfway through their trip back to the hotel. When they arrived to the bus stop, the two got off the vehicle into the cool, night air. A shiver ran down Jimin’s spine, his sweat having gone cold. “Come on, let’s get changed and grab our food. I’m starving and we have the gayest picnic to attend to.”

Yoongi chuckled as Jimin pulled him up into the elevator, eagerly waiting the 30-odd floors it took to get to their room.

When the elevator reached their floor, Jimin skipped out, twirling his cap in the air, singing Dance Dance out loud as his voice echoed through the hallway.

Yoongi shushed his boyfriend, whispering that there were humans trying to sleep at this hour, and that he needed to be quiet in the hallway. Jimin just rolled his eyes at his boyfriend and continued skipping to their room, humming the song. “You’re a menace,” Yoongi mumbled as they walked into their room.

“Just for you, hyung!” Jimin shot gun fingers at him before rummaging through his duffle bag, pulling out a warmer set of clothes to change into.

Yoongi followed suit, discarding his tee and jacket for a maroon crewneck sweater with floral print on it.

Jimin slid into a cream colored sweater with a red stripe across the middle, GCDS written inside of it followed with dark washed jeans. He ruffled up his hair after it created a coconut shape from the hat and slipped the bag full of food over his shoulder, waiting until Yoongi was ready.

Once Yoongi was satisfied with his messy hair, he grabbed onto Jimin’s free hand and let the younger boy lead him out of the hotel room. “So, where exactly are we going?”

A soft smile grew across Jimin’s lips as they headed for the elevator. “Olympic park. It’s the best place for a picnic, but because it’s night time, it’ll be peaceful and quiet there. There’s the cutest little lake there surrounded by trees!”

Yoongi smiled, “Sounds perfect, Jiminnie!”

“And Jin made us so much delicious food, we’re going to eat so well tonight.” JImin nearly drooled at the thought, resisting the temptation to pull out one of the tupperwares and start shoving his face with food. They eventually exited the hotel, going back to the bus stop and getting on as soon as it arrived. After a while, with the occasional small chatter and bursts of laughter throughout the ride, the bus arrived to the stop near the park as Jimin hopped out beside Yoongi, stretching his arms out. “Ah, we’re finally here!” He murmured and led Yoongi onto a trail through the cluster of trees until they reached the small lake, the bright, full moon reflecting off the water. “It’s so beautiful out tonight!” Jimin gasped, running onto the grass to claim their picnic spot.

Yoongi chuckled, and followed behind at his same pace, letting Jimin start the setup as he neared. “Yeah, you are,” Yoongi winked.

Jimin paused his setup, nearly choking on his saliva. “That was the cheesiest response…” He mumbled, thankful that it was dark enough so Yoongi couldn’t see his flushed cheeks. He finished taking out the tupperware, peeling off all the lids. “Jin really went all out, he made so much more than I asked for...bless him. Best roommate ever.”

“Just wait till he and Namjoon start going at it on a day where you are tired to the bone and all you want is proper sleep,” Yoongi mumbled.

“Oh no,” Jimin whined, handing Yoongi his chopsticks. “We’ll just have to give them revenge on their exhausted days.”

Yoongi arched an eyebrow, “Oh will we now?”

“What comes around, goes around.” Jimin grinned, picking up one of the tupperwares, tasting the homemade food Jin made. “This is delicious, try it!” He picked up one of the kimbap rolls, waving it toward Yoongi.

Yoongi leaned forward and grabbed the kimbap roll between his front teeth, taking a generous bite out of it. He chewed and smiled at Jimin, giving him a thumbs up.

Jimin stuffed his mouth with the food, being hit with the post-concert hunger. The silence was comforting between the two as they ate, exchanging smiles whenever their eyes met. The park around them was empty besides a person or two strolling along the trails. The air was filled with the faint chirping of crickets and the soft splashing of the water hitting the land.

Yoongi broke the silence first, asking Jimin how the night was going compared to how he thought it would go.

“Honestly,” Jimin spoke up. “This is been one of the best nights. The best weekend ever, actually.” He gazed at Yoongi as he ate, not realizing the smile that was stretched across his lips. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach whenever Jimin looked at him, feeling so unbelievably happy and ridiculously lucky to have this man in front of him.

“Good, because I feel the same way,” Yoongi grinned, shoving a bite of japchae into his mouth.

“I’m so glad,” Jimin chuckled, finishing one of the tupperwares of food and setting it onto his lap, staring at Yoongi again, unable to take his eyes off of him. “Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi set his food down and looked at Jimin, “Yeah, Jiminnie?”

“I love you.” He smiled. “I know I say it a lot, but I really, truly mean it Yoongi. I love you.”

Yoongi leaned over and kissed Jimin on the temple, “And I truly mean it when I say I love you, Jimin.”

“It’s only our two month anniversary, but why does it already feel like we’re celebrating five years?”

Yoongi chuckled, “Because we are a couple of romantic saps.”

“We’re so fucking gay, that’s what.”

Yoongi guffawed, falling onto his back in his fit of laughter. “We really are.”

Jimin laid himself over Yoongi’s chest. “In my opinion, out of all of our friends, we’re probably the most gay couple there.” He brushed a thumb across Yoongi’s cheek, grinning.

“I mean, have you seen Jin and Namjoon cuddling on the couch? They are as domestic and married as it gets.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, laughing at the thought. “You do have a point, they’re about as domestic as any other parent out there with 5 children to feed.”

“I don’t think we need to rank all of us. It’s just a given nowadays that gay people naturally find each other and become friends. We can all just be equally gay together.”

Jimin let out a happy sigh. “We need more people like you in the world, Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi smiled, stroking Jimin’s hair. “Hey, I promised I’d dance with you under the stars. Pick a song, Jiminnie.”

“Under the Stars by John Legend.” Jimin giggled. “It’s fitting, no?”

Yoongi kissed the top of Jimin’s head, “Perfect.”

Jimin sat himself up, holding out a hand to help Yoongi up from the ground. “Let’s dance, hyung.”

Yoongi took Jimin’s hand and loaded up the music on his phone. As it began to play, he placed it on the ground and took Jimin’s other hand into his own, “Uh, I’ve never danced like this before. What do I do?”

Jimin let out a giggle. “Just follow my steps, it comes to you naturally.” Jimin took a step back as Yoongi took one forward, repeating with the other foot.

Yoongi dropped one of Jimin’s hands, and set it on the younger’s hip, “This is where I place my hands, right?”

“That’s right,” Jimin nodded, putting his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Just move slowly and don’t think too hard about it.”

And so Yoongi followed Jimin’s lead, picking up the steps quickly. They swayed back and forth for a moment, Yoongi completely serene as he held onto the younger man.

“You’re a natural!” Jimin exclaimed, letting go of Yoongi and extending the other arm to give him a short twirl before pulling him back in. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

“Not in real life, no. In my dreams, yeah. Always with you.”

“How can we be so sure that this isn’t a dream? It really feels like one.” Jimin smiled, gazing into his dark eyes he could have sworn held the entire universe.

“You can’t be. You just have to trust that you won’t wake up from this reality.”

“I never want to anyway, my reality seem far better than my dreams.”

“God, what cheesy drama are we acting in?” Yoongi laughed, leaning his face closer to Jimin’s.

“The kind that will capture everyone’s hearts and win a award in the most romantic and cheesiest.” He pressed his forehead against Yoongi’s, grinning.

Yoongi smiled, “Better than Goblin.”

“A million times better than Goblin.” Jimin stated and began humming to the song playing in the background, quietly singing along to the lyrics.

“You have the most beautiful voice, Jimin. Have I ever told you?” Yoongi swooned.

“It’s...it’s nothing.” Jimin stuttered, growing flustered at his compliment. “I mean, I like to sing but it’s nowhere near as good as the voices you hear out there.”

“Baby, I’m gonna write a song for you, and I want you to sing it, okay? Would you do that for me?” Yoongi asked with wide eyes.

“Me? Sing? I...are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Okay…” Jimin smiled shyly. “Okay, I’ll do it. Anything for you, honey.” They continued swaying gently, engrossed in their dance under the night sky of Seoul.

Yoongi smiled, resting his head on Jimin’s shoulder, “This night has been perfect.”

“I second this. This is the most peaceful I’ve felt in a long time.” They danced on until the music slowly faded to an end, finalizing their dance with another twirl, Jimin’s soft giggles interrupting the silence of the night. “Thank you for the dance, Yoongi.”

“It was entirely my pleasure, Jiminnie,” he smiled, letting go of Jimin’s waist and bringing his hand up to stroke Jimin’s hair.

Jimin tilted his head, leaning into his touch, his eyes never straying away from Yoongi’s. It felt like it was only the two of them in the entire world. Because of how calm and relaxed their past two days have been, Jimin’s mind had completely detached from the stress of reality. There was no one else besides Yoongi that could loosen him up this much, to realize that it was okay to disconnect himself from everything and enjoy the very moment between them.

Jimin realized at that moment that he was absolutely and completely smitten for this man. He could see his future so clearly with him and he could not wait for their lives to start as soon as this small trip was over. Just the thought of the littlest things like brushing their teeth together in the bathroom with matching toothbrushes or spending a Sunday folding their laundry together made him smile, excitement bubbling in his stomach.

“Jimin, let’s head back. It’s time to de-stress in that bathtub.”

“I’d love nothing more than that.” A soft smile grew across his lips as they went back to their picnic area, putting away the now empty tupperwares into Jimin’s duffle bag. He slipped it over his shoulder and they made their way back to the trail. Jimin followed behind, checking through his bag to make sure he had everything. When he found his small camera, he pulled it out and stopped in his tracks. “Yah, Min Yoongi!” Jimin shouted suddenly, causing Yoongi to jump around with a surprised expression. A bright flash lit up the area around them as a snort escaped from Jimin, a little card popping out of the camera. “Oh this is gonna turn out so good.” He cackled to himself, waving the card around in the air as if that would make it develop faster.

Yoongi stuck out his tongue at Jimin, “Did you get a good pic, baby?”

Jimin looked down at the picture, halfway through its development, nodding. “As usual, it’s so much easier capturing you like this than I expected.” He caught up beside Yoongi, holding the photo in his hand as if it was his prized possession. “Here’s picture number two for our wall.”

“Give me the camera, Jiminnie,” Yoongi requested, already reaching for it. “I need one of you now.”

“Mmm, no!” Jimin teased, waving his hands away from Yoongi, skipping backwards.

“Fine, I’ll just take pictures of you naked later tonight,” Yoongi teased.

“Kinky one, aren’t you?” Jimin pressed the shutter again, the blinding flash lighting up the space again. “You’re so photogenic, I just can’t help it.” He pulled out the developing card, adding it to his pile.

“Hmm, take one us kissing,” Yoongi said, pulling Jimin to his side.

Jimin tilted his head, pressing his lips against Yoongi’s as he held out the camera, the flash going off once more and the sound of another card popping out. He drew his arm back down and used the other one to pull Yoongi in, their kiss still lingering.

Yoongi didn’t mind the fact that Jimin kept kissing him. In fact, he just craved more of Jimin’s touch. He trailed kisses down Jimin’s jaw and stopped at the point where Jimin’s jaw met his ear. He took Jimin’s distracted moment to snatch the camera out of his hand and took a snapshot of a flustered Jimin.

“Hyung,” Jimin whined, pouting as he realized Yoongi’s ulterior motive, watching him take the developing card out. “That’s not fair, you can’t take advantage of me like that.” His cheeks flushed, crossing his arms.

“Hm, you can punish me later,” Yoongi winked.

Jimin’s eyebrows rose before a grin crept onto his lips. “Oh? If you say so.” He leaped onto Yoongi’s back, wrapping his arms gently around his neck and his legs around his waist. “Then hyung, carry me back, I’m tired. I need to save my energy for tonight.”

Yoongi grunted as Jimin jumped onto his back, but made sure to get a good hold on him. He walked them both to the bus, and sat Jimin down on the bench at the stop. “This was such a good night, Jiminnie.”

“I’m so glad.” He smiled. “I was trying so hard to out-do your last date with the sparklers at the Han River, but I’ll admit, it’s still my most favorite night. You should have seen your face when I finally called you hyung, I should have had the camera at the time.”

Yoongi snorted, “You have to understand, I wasn’t expecting that… like ever. You seemed so adamant to not call me hyung.”

“I was just waiting for the perfect time so I could get the exact reaction I got that night.” Jimin boasted. “At first I was too shy though, but you helped break those walls down. After that, I watched our friends make bets and waited. I gotta say, it was well worth it.”

“I’m glad you did,” Yoongi smiled.

The bus eventually arrived, Jimin hopping into the vehicle with Yoongi following behind. It was vacant, let alone the bus driver and Jimin skipped over to one of the seats, tugging Yoongi down beside him. He leaned against the window, stretching his legs across Yoongi’s lap. “You make a comfortable leg rest, thank you.” Jimin giggled as the bus went along its route.

“I’m here for you, baby boy. Whatever you need, I can provide,” he chuckled and rested his right hand on Jimin’s thigh.

“Ah, always there for me in dire times like now.” He giggled, his eyes forming into crescents. The bus was quiet and peaceful with a light melody playing softly in the background. “Min Yoongi, I don’t really think I’ve ever asked, but what’s your dream? Like after we finish college, what do you want to do?”

“I uh, actually wanna write and produce music,” Yoongi smiled.

“I think that’s amazing, are you looking into any music companies yet?”

“Nah. I just kinda post things on Soundcloud.”

“Ohh,” Jimin grinned. “I’ll post your soundcloud across all my social medias and promote you like the number one fan I am! Gotta represent my man, you know?”

Yoongi chuckled, “Good. I love you, Jimin. I hope you know that.”

“I too, love you, but you probably already knew that.” The bus made several stops in their route before reaching their destination. Jimin lifted his feet off of Yoongi’s lap and followed him out of the bus, thanking the driver before entering the warm hotel, the lobby now empty. They approached the elevator, waiting for the metallic door to open. Jimin stood closely beside Yoongi, his arm slung around his waist.

“I still love hearing you say it, though,” Yoongi smiled, kissing the top of Jimin’s head.

They entered the elevator, Jimin pressing the button of their floor before leaning in. “Well, I love you, Min Yoongi.” He whispered in his ear before leaving light kisses along his jawline.

“You really know how to seduce a man,” Yoongi smiled, eyes rolling shut in bliss as Jimin continued to kiss him.

“You’re an easy one to please.” Jimin grinned, stopping as the elevator doors open, leading Yoongi into the hallway toward their room. He pulled out the card key, unlocking the door and tossed the duffle bag aside in the the living room, bolting straight to the bathroom. “Bath time, bath time, bath time!” He shouted with a childish tone.

Yoongi chuckled and followed behind Jimin, slowly stripping off his suspenders and shoes as the door latched behind him.

Jimin peeled off his shirt, tossing it across the room, landing directly on Yoongi’s head and let out bursts of giggles. “That was purely accidental, I promise!”

Yoongi huffed and pulled Jimin’s shirt off his face. “Oh don’t think you’re gonna get away with that one,” he threatened, pulling off his own shirt and unbuttoning his pants.

Jimin stuck out his tongue, starting up the bath as it filled up, pouring some soap to create a thick layer of bubbles, the room lingering with the sweet scent of vanilla. He finished peeling off the rest of his layers, tossing them in a pile alongside Yoongi’s and stepped into the tub once it was filled, sighing at the warmth. He lifted up his arm covered in bubbles, gesturing Yoongi to join.

Yoongi smiled and stepped into the tub, situating himself between Jimin’s legs and leaning back against his chest. He sighed with contentment as his muscles relaxed in the hot water and turned his head to kiss Jimin’s cheek. “This is so perfect.”

“Not nearly as perfect as you though, hyung.” Jimin squeezed some shampoo onto Yoongi’s hair, massaging his fingers into his scalp, using a stress-relieving technique he once learned from Taehyung during the stressful nights before a big show. “Does this feel alright, honey?”

“It feels so good, Jimin. I now know why dogs like being scratched on the head.”

A snort escaped from Jimin as he ran his thumbs along the nape of his neck, pressing gently into some of the pressure points. “Let me know whenever you’re stressed out, I can provide with cheap head massages.”

“Cheap as in free for the man who stole your heart?” Yoongi inquired.

“Plus tax.”

Yoongi pouted, “The tax better be a kiss or something.”

“Hmm, I think I can take that into consideration. But one needs to make some money, you know.” Jimin shrugged innocently, shaping Yoongi’s silvery hair into little spikes across his head.

“Just add it all to my Jimin loan and I’ll pay it all off one day by buying us a home of our own,” Yoongi winked.

“It’s a deal!” Jimin beamed, piling bubbles onto Yoongi’s head. “We’ll have such a big and expensive place with all that loan money.”

Yoongi laughed, “Whatever you want, Jimin. Once I become a hot-shot producer I’ll buy you the biggest and best house ever.”

“I’ll support you every step of the way until you become one. You can do anything, Min Yoongi.” Jimin stated, washing the suds out of Yoongi’s hair. “Really, anyone who says otherwise is lying.”

Yoongi smiled, “Thank you, Jimin. I really appreciate you. Tell me, how can I appreciate you tenfold and help you with your dreams?”

“Just keep doing what you love and produce music for me to dance to, that is, if you like to. I love dancing to your music.”

Yoongi shifted so he could look at Jimin, “Of course, baby. Also, I know I said you could top tonight, but I’m so tired right now. Is it okay if we just relax and then go to bed? We can do whatever you want tomorrow in our bed.”

“Of course honey, we did a lot today and before you know it, will be back in school stressing over our assignments. Get as much rest as you can.

“Mmmh,” Yoongi hummed in agreement. “You know you’ll never be able to get me out of bed with you in the mornings. I’ll just hold tightly onto you and snuggle us deep into the blankets.”

“Now it’s just going to be harder for me get out of bed, sugar lips.” Jimin grinned.

[carterashofficial]

Thanks, Aearyn

@aearyn was so unbelievably kind to tag me for this 

rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people (ahaha no i wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy this took forever)

— what was your last…

1. drink: water. from the fridge. there might’ve been a dog hair in it because Scout and Abbey show their love through shedding. I didn’t care.  2. phone call: my old internship asking why I never got my w-2 form 3. text message: a coupon from World Market, if that counts. If not, i texted myself a spoiler for the kotfe fic so i don’t forget 4. song you listened to: Champion by Carrie Underwood b/c i love it and I NEED THE POSITIVITY   5. time you cried: UH... writing the kotfe fic. But i wasn’t actually crying. it was more like “im tearing up at this one scene b/c its breaking my heart”. Actual crying? been... so long i can’t remember.

— have you ever…

6. dated someone twice: ahahahhahahahahahaha.... ahahahhaha..... ahahahhahahahaha despite my best intentions, i’ve never dated anyone. I’ve been trying to change that. I want romance in my life. 7. kissed someone and regretted it: That would imply i’ve had my first kiss, and im 22 years old and still haven’t had it. APHRODITE WHY AM I SINGLE. I’M READY TO MINGLE 8. been cheated on: see above. Can’t be cheated on if you’ve never HAD A DATE 9. lost someone special: i would rather not consider this question, but Domino, Jewel, and my Grandma (all were very, very sudden and hit me like a bag of bricks).  10. been depressed: ha ha ha apparently i’ve had depression since i was 15. I was officially diagnoses in January of 2017 and have been on medication since. ahahaha  11. gotten drunk and thrown up: no I can barely get drunk even when i try, let alone enough for a damn hangover. Seriously. I can drink like Carmadda and not get drunk.

— fave colours

12. soft eggshell green 13. the blue at the edge of the horizon 14. metallic  anything

— in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: ........yes? i think? 16. fallen out of love: ahahahahaha no b/c i’ve never been in love (in the romantic sense and that’s how im taking this) 17. laughed until you cried: always 18. found out someone was talking about you: in the worst of ways 19. met someone who changed you: yes 20. found out who your friends are: oooooh yes 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: never been kisses

— general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: all? how else do people find you on there? 23. do you have any pets: many. Scout, Abbey, the neon tetras (named the Heralds of Zildrog), my various shrimp, and Corypheus and Valkorian the golden inca snails  24. do you want to change your name: no, but i used to 25. what did you do for your last birthday: went bowling 26. what time did you wake up today: i woke up 3 times, once to Bug getting ready for school, then my mom asking if i opened the vitamins, then... i think 9 was when i finally crawled out 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: playing swtor or looking up some fresh and funky memes 28. what is something you can’t wait for: finished the next kotfe fic chapter and breaking everyone’s hearts. Or the next major expansion of SWTOR. I NEED ANOTHER CINEMATIC TRAILER LIKE GODDAMN 30. what are you listening to right now: nothing my house is silent and in the far, far distance, sometimes i can hear cars on the toll road 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: i have an uncle named Tom. I have spoken with him. So Yes. 32. something that’s getting on your nerves: socialization. I can only take so much around others. If I was a Sim i’d have the lonely trait. 33. most visited website: Tumblr or my school’s student login page 34. hair colour: blonde/brown im really smack in-between and i just dye it lighter to make it blonde enough for me to be blonde 35. long or short hair: long. so long. down to my butt long                                   36. do you have a crush on someone: not sure. i like him, he’s funny and thinks im funny, and teases me back, but im shit at reading signs and far too much a coward to ask him out. I’m not sure. I had a major crush in high school that resulted in me falling in love with a guy but we never offically dated and then he crushed my heart. Long story. So i try to avoid crushes lest i break my heart again. 37. what do you like about yourself: bitch im fabulous 38. want any piercings: i got 3 in the lobes of each ear and cartilage in the left. If i get any more I think my mom would have a heart attack 39. blood type: ??????? no idea. I know my sister is O 40. nicknames: Milky (only drank milk as a kid, but this nickname has sorta phased away). Other nicknames give away my real name. But I do respond to my sister’s name. 41. relationship status: single and ready to flamingle 42. sign: Aquarius 43. pronouns: she/her 44. fave tv show: i literally can’t pick one b/c ive watched nearly every cop show on Netflix, including some that aren’t in english. All the cooking competitions i can find on Netflix and youtube, and im running out of TV to watch when i do art. Halp. 45. tattoos: Zero because my fatal fear is needles. 46. right or left handed: Left. left left left seriously i can.... maybe dip a french fry in ketchup with my right but that’s it 47: ever had surgery: wisdom teeth removed count? 48. piercings: 7 total in the ears and nothing else. 49. sport: I watch baseball and hockey (SPEAKING OF WHICH, GO DUCKS!). Used to play softball and some soccer. 50. vacation: if i can graduate a quarter early I want to go visit my family in florida and michigan 51. trainers: is... this british for shoes? i wear berkenstocks. only berkenstocks. because crocs are so comfortable but people judge. I also have hella wide feet where ever ‘wide’ shoes are too narrow. I can get by in Vans or my old old Nikes that i hardly ever wear

— more general

52. eating: whether or not if ketchup should go on it, ketchup is going on it. Unless if it’s breakfast food or desert. Breakfast food is my favorite and i could happily live off it it. 53. drinking: water, tea, juice, milk, Mike’s black cherry hard lemonade, monster energy drinks, RC Cola.... i drink a variety of things. Mostly water and tea. 54. i’m about to watch: i dont know I’VE RAN OUT OF THINGS TO WATCH ON NETFLIX 55. waiting for: myself to go out on a date and/or meet The Guy 56. want: many things. 57. get married: One day. 58. career: ssssssssttttttttttuuuuuuuuuudddddddeeeeeeennnnnnntttttttt

— which is better

59. hugs or kisses: i want both but maybe not from the same people. 60. lips or eyes: depends what each are doing tbh 61. shorter or taller: taller b/c im short and can’t reach the top shelf 62. older or younger: older but at this point im 22 and a lot of my classmates are 21 so like.... my generation. 63. nice arms or stomach: arms 64. hookup or relationships: relationships 65. troublemaker or hesitant: depends. like really depends. I’ll probalby go with troublemaker b/c they tend to be funny and on-the-spot and im a planner.

— have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: never kissed anyone..... ha ha ha 67. drank hard liquor: so yes. 68. turned someone down: ahahahhahahahaahaha haha ha. Actually yes I got asked to homecoming my senior year by this one dude who still gives me the creeps jsut tihnking about him. I politely said no. 69. sex on first date: never been on a date, never kissed anyone. Never ‘done the deed’. Would not do on the first date. 70: broken someone’s heart: uh my mom’s when I told her I had Depression and wanted to kill myself all throughout sophomore year highschool 71. had your heart broken: oh. Yes. 72. been arrested: no 73. cried when someone died: more like wailed loud enough that half the dorm floor heard 74. fallen for a friend: *side-eyes my sister* yeeees

— do you believe in

75. yourself: it varies over what. 76. miracles: I mean.... to an extent.  77. love at first sight: no 78. santa claus: I AM 22 YEARS OLD of course 79. angels: its complicated. my mom found a dead rat in our old house’s garage when i was 4-ish and all i remember crying for the dead rat when my dad tossed it in the garbage. My mom explained that an angel had already taken the rat’s soul to heaven. What did I picture the angel as? A carrot, wearing a tie, with mickey mouse-esque white gloves carrying a rat dramatically. This still haunts me.

— misc

80. eye colour: blue enough that you might drown in the ocean 81. best friend’s name: @athenascrown 82. favourite movie: if you think I can pick only one you’ve got another thing coming. but.... any star wars movie. If i had to pick one, Empire Strikes Back or Phantom Menace or The Last Jedi.... or Rogue One.... or Revenge of the Sith... 83. favourite actor: The guy who played the stormtrooper who hits his head on the door in Ep 4 84. favourite cartoon: the old Ducktales was a childhood favorite 85. favourite teacher’s name: I don’t want to put her name out here but she was my art teacher all through high school and she is one of the kindest souls ive ever met and if it wasn’t for her, i wouldn’t have gotten back into art

because this post took 5ever im not tagging anyone but if you want to do it, just say I tagged you and I’ll say i did

[chokememrstark]

Requiem Of Memories // Part 2

Ship: Samifer (Sam Winchester / Lucifer)

Words: 1847 (Chapter 2 / 15)

Fic Summary: Sam feels awful and hopeless in his new situation, not even a visit from Lucifer can give him any distraction. He's not surprised when the angel tells him that he can't bring him back, it's impossible to bring himself to care for that or the other things Lucifer has to say.

angst, hurt & comfort, alternative universe, au!lucifer, mourning, depression, blood and gore, nightmares, loneliness

Note: I highly recommend to read Nightmares Become Reality before this, otherwise the premise of the story and the setting might not make much sense.

Tagging: @shebahda @sassysupernaturalsweetheart  @spnyoucantkeepmedown   @brieflymaximumprincess  @kajuned @archingangel @this-darkness-light @dreamreaded @secretlydaydreaminglifeaway @humongouscandycoffee

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 The day passed without Sam doing anything. At around noon - at least Sam thought it was noon, there were no clocks in this room - another demon knocked on his door and brought him food, but this time he didn’t talk to her. He waited until she was gone, then got up and inspected the second door of the room, which led to a bathroom as he had expected. After taking care of his human needs, including eating, Sam just laid down again and stared back at the ceiling. It was the beginning of a routine he would know perfectly very soon.

 Sam’s complete numbness lasted, but only during the day. Once it got dark outside - Sam didn’t bother lighting the lamp because he didn’t get up anyway - the memories of what had happened came back and he had no way to hide from them. There was very little sleep and the few hours he got each night were torturous and painful. Most of the time Sam spent pressing his face into the pillow, sobbing and begging for forgiveness from someone who was dead and gone. He couldn’t stop his heart from breaking all over again night after night, a feeling that was so agonizing and destructive that it seemed to affect his mere soul. Every breath felt wrong, every heartbeat like betrayal and there was nothing he could do to ease any of it.

 Lucifer didn’t show up for almost a week, it was always demons who brought Sam food and water and even new clothes from time to time. If he would have wanted, he could have gotten up and left his room - the door was open as far as he knew - but even thinking about that made him feel awful and weak. He couldn’t tell how many demons were there, but he didn’t care for them. As much as they didn’t seem to care for him, judging by the disgusted looks they gave him. When Lucifer finally returned, Sam was once again sitting on the bed, staring into nothingness and lost in his own thoughts.

 The angel took a chair from the table and put it in front of Sam’s bed to sit down, to which the hunter eventually looked up. Lucifer wore a similar black outfit as before, but this one was very torn and Sam noticed dried blood on it too. He didn’t seem to be coming from a fight though. His blue eye was not as piercing and cold as the first time Sam had met him, but he didn’t know if he could be thankful for that or not.

 “I have bad news for you, Sam,” Lucifer began, leaning forward slowly. “There is no way for me to open a portal to your dimension, I’m afraid. It seems like it must be opened by the one who brought you here.”

 “Yeah,” Sam huffed apathetic. “I figured.”

 “I know you don’t want to be here, but I cannot send you back.”

 “I don’t wanna go back,” Sam mumbled and wrapped his arms around his knees, pulling them closer to his body. “I don’t wanna go anywhere.”

 “You can stay here if you want to, with me.”

 Sam slowly looked up, torn between laughing and crying out loud. He could see the angel’s face and he seemed to be honest with his offer, but how could he do that? It felt like he betrayed Lucifer every time he was in the same room with this one, how could he stay? And at the same time, he knew too well what would happen if he refused and left. Whatever he would do, it would end bad, he knew it.

 “You don’t want me here,” Sam eventually said quietly. “I won’t be useful to you.”

 “So?” Lucifer asked and cracked a smirk. “You are not my servant, Sam. You are not my prisoner either.”

 “What am I then?”

 “My guest, if you wish to be,” Lucifer said sincerely.

 “I’m not good company,” Sam muttered and rested his chin on his arms, not knowing what else to say. He felt strange to be invited as a guest by the very Devil himself, especially one that didn’t even know him. Something about this had to be a trap.

 “I know what happened to you was painful and I will not force you to speak or do anything if you are not ready for it. This is your room, no one will enter it if you don’t want them to. If you wish, I can bring you books to pass the time. Until you feel better.”

 “Thank you, really, but I don’t know how I could feel better…” Sam sighed. “I don’t even feel like myself anymore. It’s like I died in there too…”

 “You will again, someday,” Lucifer said quietly and then, out of the blue, reached out with his hand and laid it on Sam’s. The hunter’s eyes snapped open and he pushed himself away so fast he almost hit his head on the wall at the sudden touch. “I apologize,” Lucifer quickly said and pulled his hand back. “I’m not used to comforting others, I didn’t mean to upset you any further.”

 “No, I… I mean you didn’t…” Sam shook his head, a weird knot in his stomach. “You didn’t upset me. I just… don’t wanna be touched. Sorry.”

 “Of course,” Lucifer nodded, a hint of shame on his face. “I know it seems strange that I offer you to stay as my guest, given that I don’t know you and you could be dangerous, but I feel the need to keep you safe. I cannot explain it, but you don’t belong here, you don’t know this world and you would be in danger out there alone. I don’t want to hurt you, I’m serious.”

 “I don’t think you want to hurt me,” Sam said, blushing slightly at those words. He felt a sudden warmth in his guts and he didn’t like it. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do here.”

 “Rest, for starters. When you feel better, you can always make new plans. Nothing will harm you here, I have instructed everyone to treat you with respect.”

 “Everyone?” Sam asked surprised. “How many are everyone?”

 “A few,” Lucifer smiled. “We are not many, maybe a hundred loyal servants and me. But this place is as safe as possible, no one can find it and no one can harm you here. I only advise you not to try to escape on your own, you won’t make it far.”

 “Yeah, I’ve been told that already,” Sam huffed. “I won’t try to escape, don’t worry.”

 “Good, I would hate to see you die trying. Now, if you’ll excuse me, duties are calling.” Lucifer stood up and brought the chair back where he took it from before looking at Sam again. “If you need me, just pray to me like you did before. I will hear you, no matter where I am.”

 “Okay,” Sam nodded slowly. “I will.”

 “Whatever it might be worth, I am sorry for your loss, Sam,” Lucifer said, a hand already on the door handle. “No one deserves to go through this.”

 “Thank you,” Sam sighed, the weird warmth in him spreading against his will. “And thank you for taking me in.”

 “Of course,” Lucifer nodded and finally left the room, leaving the human alone once again.

 Sam didn’t know what to think of this. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt so bad for jerking away or where this strange feeling inside of him came from, but it was scary. This was the literal Devil - and not the one he knew, the one who was once capable of feeling and even remorse. This world alone was proof for it! So what on earth was his plan?

 “Maybe he doesn’t have a plan,” Sam mumbled to himself, surprised by his own thought. Could that be?  After all, this Lucifer seemed to be sorry for what happened to Sam, even if it could just be very good acting. But if it wasn’t, maybe he really just wanted to help him.

 Sam sighed and looked out of the window, into the light purple sky. He had absolutely no clue what any of this meant or why he was still alive. If only he could have had more time with Lucifer and didn’t act like a stubborn child that wasted time arguing instead of listening. Now it was too late, he knew that. Lucifer was dead and even though he couldn’t be sure, he knew there was no coming back this time. Just when they started to find their mutual understanding again everything had gone downhill.

 He sat like this for a long time, leaning his head against the wall and watching the sky turn into the darkness it was at night. The cold began creeping into the room, forcing him to wrap the blanket around himself, but other than that he didn’t move at all. There were too many questions, too many answers he would never know now. He never thought things would end like this. All this time he was sure that one day they would be forced to fight each other again and it would end with both of them dead. Now some otherworldly creature had taken Lucifer’s life in complete vain and Sam was left alone, mourning the death of the one being that he was supposed to hate even though he never could.

 It was shortly after the huge, bright moon came into full view of his window that Sam finally drifted away into a dreamless and deep sleep, sliding down the window and wall until he laid completely still in his bed. It was the first night without nightmares haunting him and without waking up in cold sweat with a scream stuck in his throat, but for Sam it was even worse in a way. When he woke up he felt the weight of guilt in his stomach that made him nauseous. Seeing Lucifer die and suffer, without being able to do anything, was torture but at least he saw his face. Now that he didn’t dream at all, the feeling of loss that was eating him alive was worse than ever before.

 Sam covered his face with his hands when the first tears fell, unable to stop them. It wasn’t just loss and grief, those tears were much worse and bitter. Sam finally realized the true meaning of Lucifer’s death and in this moment wished for nothing more than the ground to open and devour him to end this agony. It was all lost, for now until the end of his life. He would never feel whole again, he would never be able to fill the emptiness in his soul without Lucifer. They were created to complete each other, now he was alone and shattered and there was nothing he could do to fix it. No amount of crying and begging and pleading would bring Lucifer back. When this thought overwhelmed him, all he wanted was to die.

[thekintsukuroikid]

November 12th 2017 4:11am

Tofino is never worrying about  running out of battery life, or the gas tank. Or atm service charges.

It’s is an odd place. Living on the mainland you get hit with the same cold and rain and you learn pretty early on how to shelter yourself in the rat race, to keep busy until the clouds roll through. Tofino is this weird anomalous places where people travel here for the express reason of running headlong into the rainy cold. Duh, the waves are better for surfing and storm watching. It’s weird being this close to the ocean. You’re surrounded by it here, you can hear it from the dead middle of town. It’s dark, cold and can swallow you up, and yet here we are grabbing neon coloured boards and wearing goofy rubber suits and paddling away from shore. Standing up, riding it.  There’s a metaphor there somewhere I think. A really lame one.  Suffice to say Tofino is the setting where I’ve always been most comfortable with entertaining feelings of optimism, they linger in my mind a little bit longer here,  there aren’t a lot of things here that can take them away. And yet standing here alone on this beach I still wonder what it would be like to walk into the water and let the water I love so much fill up my lungs. To finally feel the tension unclench and release. 

-

A girl bought me a drink and told me how happy she was that everything about this place wasn’t like home.

I agreed.

this trip was really about  running away.

The band getting to create beautiful music for people to enjoy on a Saturday night, Thats pretty amazing right?

I remember how hard learning 3 chords was and thinking how weird it must be to be able to do so much more but the peak of your musical ambition is playing for my drunk ass.

—

I met a girl at the merch table. She was kind and she was pretty and in our conversation about the logistics of fitting a surfboard on a motorcycle I noticed her biting her lip…and looking at mine…and exhibiting every  universal sign I could think of to express a “shut the fuck up and let’s make out already” sentiment–

“All I could do was wonder how much she’d have to know about me, to hate me as much as I do.”

This isn’t me. I’m so tired of this

I’ve been diagnosed with clinical major depression.

atleast I think thats what its called, I kinda zoned out when I hear it.

I’ve known that somethings been wrong forever but I’ve never had it named by someone else before. I’ve never been in a position where I could go out and really do that. I’ve been getting help for months but this  weekend was the first time  I’ve been able to process it all. 2 doctor’s a therapist and a councillor.  4 different opinions.  The same mdi-10 depression index score. How it works is, 20 is dysthemia or mild depression and 25+ is no bueno moderate depression. 30+ is major depression. I figured I’d be around 18-19 with my shiny psych degree and my practicing of mindfullness and understanding of CBT and readings of Dr. Marsha Linehan and Brené Brown.–-

I got a fucking 38.

Of all the fucking tests to ace I sure know how to pick em lol.

Talk therapy’s helped narrowed it down, where In reality I’ve likely been dealing with this for over a decade. I could have and likely should have gotten help when I was in early highschool/late middle school. The fact that I’ve never been on medication pretty deeply concerns my therapist. I still don’t know if I want the pills, I stare at the prescription sometimes and wonder what the sweet fuck I’m going to do. It’s hard to plan things in a pros and con’s type of scenario with brain altering chemicals, like its not like theres a frame of reference or anything.  I’ve always been  getting by with habits and discipline. Reading ahead, doing homework early in case I sleep through my classes again. Never letting anyone get close enough to be in a position to judge you.  Never be vulnerable. You’re not cool enough to have baggage.

It’s not like I’m like this all of the time. I have good days, mostly when I’m around other people, even strangers. It’s when I’m by myself for too long that it starts to creep into my mind, a little voice getting progressively louder and more persuasive. I Have fun by remembering what it’s supposed to feel like and selling it to everyone who can see me. This isn’t the stereotypical 3am negative thoughts, I mean those happen too but its more like 3pm, in the middle of my group of friends laughing, just getting hit with this whole body feeling of dread and trying to crack a joke anyway.  I then follow this with sullen, silent car rides home or 45 minutes sitting on the shower floor wondering if I’ll always feel this numb?

That’s the worst part…the numbness of it all. Losing hours in the day to this thing that I can’t even really describe. I never get mad or sad or happy just attenuated, dulled versions of these emotions.  I’m scared of heights, like really fucking scared of heights but I learned to rock climb because fear hits me in such a meaningless way now. This is such a weirdly strong biological component.  I feel like I can never move forward to create myself because I’m always looking back, trying to get back to how I used to feel. That’s the one thing I know is missing, that sense of self that guides my decision making. I’ve never been able to go with my gut, the kind of spontaneity and passion and creativity that comes with that,  Instead Its always minimize the damage, lower the risk. I feel inadequate in every measurable and measurable way, to the point of it being physically crippling. 

I’ve been really fucking good at hiding this. Its the thing I’m honestly the most proud of, which is a bit counterintuitive.  It’s allowed me to flip something that feels so intrinsically selfish and allowed me to keep focus on the people that are important to me. It’s allowed me to learn some really important lessons about friendships and relationships, coping and empathy, all without the vulnerability of facing those things head on. Depression to me, at least  the way that i’m doing it (which I know is the wrong way to think about it)  is this selfishness I don’t want to indulge.  

There is massive guilt with this. I have so much. I have taken so much time, love, energy, money from the people in my life and I feel like I am and I have so little to show for it. That I am a highlight in every  worst way, of the differences between what is good and what is just nice. but the thing is  I’m starting to realize that this thing, this depression thing it couldn’t give less of a shit about how you rationalize it, its taken better people than me, I’ve seen it first hand.  

For me this thing hits two-fold. Its the physicality of these symptoms I can no longer ignore or fight through.  Messed up eating schedules, sleeping too much or too little,  missing classes, being late to events or appointments and just constantly feeling zoned out, in a daze.

On the mental side of it, its been management. I’ve been in a dark place for a long time and my diminishing ability for me to manage these mental health symptoms means that I feel increasingly less equipped to take on this complete feeling of stagnation. This shit takes work. It’s like im trying to carry a weight with broken arms and no cast. It’s a  feeling that even if I had an opportunity, job or otherwise,  I lack the tools and the self belief to actually be and do what I want. It is such a weird sensation to feel the slide from wondering how to make it by 30…to wondering about making it to 30. 

 I Try to work hard to be grateful and find the joy in things. I spend my days trying to bridge the gap between the humility of recognizing this reality, with the ego of thinking I deserve better.  I mean maybe this is as good as it gets? Maybe some people just spiral. I hope that isn’t me, I don’t want to see how far this rabbit hole goes, I don’t want to become what its trying to make me become, I think thats why I work so hard to keep being extraverted.  I try to be around my friends, especially if I know  that they have it a lot worse or are facing a difficulty. Being empathetic to what they’re dealing with makes you feel like a bit of a daft jerk for dwelling your own bullshit. That used to keep things quiet long enough. Then again you don’t win a fight by closing your eyes.

—

I went to the bar in Tofino where I bought my first legal drink and I  thought about all the drinks I’ve had since then. I got hit with this really intense feeling of dread. Not that I had wasted all that time in those  5 years, Worse still,  That I’ve never truly had the ability to truly appreciate all the amazing things that have happened since then.

Even if I couldn’t feel it I wanted to do the logical work towards getting out of this. I learned really early on  to  focus not on building a resume but on building a eulogy. To live a life well lived. To do things not for the spoils but for the man I’d become in the pursuit.

In the 5 year since I’ve been back to Tofino, I’ve hated that man.  I still hate him. I am so much of what I told myself I’d never be: alone, weak, and of little consequence.  I’ve tried everything to fix that man and I still can’t explain where that process went wrong.  I’ve tried to surround myself with people who I love. But never letting them get close enough love me because of a combination of never feeling like I deserved it and never wanting to be burned or betrayed for being vulnerable.  

I don’t know if I can really get better I don’t really know what better is. But trying has to be better than this. Thats the funniest bit about this, I don’t even think I can really imagine what better would be like, what the absence of all this would feel like.

I just know that there is more than this…that maybe I can be more than this.

I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.— Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin, 

I  want to make all of  this mean something. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. I just know that  I could set myself on fire to keep others warm. If I couldn’t feel wanted, or that I deserved to be wanted I could at least make people comfortable.  I never knew there was a difference between  happiness and the distraction from sadness. I would just connect to benevolence. I’d try volunteering, donating time and money partly because I enjoy those things, but deep down in a small way it was also an attempt to try reconciling the diminishing potential I felt.  If I kept doing the right things, things would turn around, that I could out work this thing I was fighting. It was all just heading to nowhere,  I realized I could get hit by a car tomorrow and nobody would know this truth about me, the uphill clawing. I think now  I want to turn this pain into something tangible for myself and others.If this is rock bottom I want to look around,  I want to carve my name in the rock beneath my feet and remember what this feels like. I never want to know it first hand again.  Maybe this is that first step. Who the hell can see forever but maybe I can just win tomorrow.

— This is the most I’ve ever written about myself and it’s a hell of a lot more than I’ve ever wanted to. Hell it’s the most I’ve ever thought of myself and part of me  feels like this sounds really self obsessed. But I think, at least I hope, it’s just a self awareness that comes from no longer seeing the contrasts in life.

If you are reading this it means that 1) you’ve found this randomly, and in which case… “sup?” or 2) you are one of the maybe 4 people I genuinely trust to tell this too without fear of being treated differently after doing it. If it is option 2…Surprise? I’ve worked extremely hard to make sure you couldn’t have seen this coming. It also means that you’ve shown me love  implicitly in such a way that removes so much doubt, I hope you know how powerful and beautiful that is. 

I don’t know man I think this is all really just about wanting to feel that oneness  with myself again, to finally find peace one day. I don’t have to live, I get to, and I want too. The world is abhorrently beautiful  man. daunting, ridiculous, backbreaking and gorgeous. I want to feel all of it,  I want to find my place in it and I can’t do it alone. Not anymore.  

Happy Birthday to me. ayeee.

[gyeommark]

Geek around || Im Jaebum

Genre: Fluff. Comedy (sort of, I’m pretty bad at this lol)

JB x Reader

A/N: I changed house to apartment and I tried really hard to get it right. JB’s quite difficult for me to write but I hope yoU LIKE THIS ANON, I LOVE YOU x

A/N 2: REQUESTS STILL OPEN, DARLINGS xx 

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It wasn’t supposed to be a rainy afternoon. But heck, it felt like the sky was literally falling down upon your heads, as if another Great Flood was occurring. Of course you were exaggerating but you weren’t pretty keen on this amount of rain.

You were walking around that day with JB, just casually going to the park and stopping in a couple stores, mostly looking for the right kind of cat food that apparently not every pet shop sold.

You were about to head back home. He was supposed to drop you off and head back to his place but when you were a couple blocks away from your apartment you felt a huge water drop land directly into your eye. You groaned in annoyance and you both looked up to the sky, just as you did so, it poured down, making you run in search of a shelter.

With drenched clothes and the bag of cat food under JB’s oversized sweatshirt, the two of you made it to the front door of your building; you sighed and entered, Jaebum following close behind with his free hand resting on your shoulder as to prevent you from slipping and falling flat on your face.

You got to your place and you opened the door, completely forgetting that you weren’t alone. You stopped on your tracks, making Jaebum crash against you lightly.

–Everything alright?– He asked, dangerously close to your ear, making you shiver.

–I… Uh… Yeah, just–. You stuttered. –Wait here, I’ll get us some towels–. You mumbled, closing the door with a little more strength than planned almost hitting your boyfriend on the nose.

JB stared at the door blankly, blinking a couple times and wondering what had gotten into you. Before he could even process it, you were back, barely opening the door and sliding through the tiny crack. It seemed you were… Hiding something? He crooked an eyebrow.

You took off his bucket hat and put the towel over his soaked hair.

–Y’know for a bucket hat, this doesn’t hold the water pretty well–. You clicked your tongue in response to your lame joke as you tossed the hat aside.

–Keep trying, babe, I trust your jokes will get better… Someday… Hopefully–. He responded with a slick voice as he slid the bag of food smoothly from under his black sweatshirt.

Your attempt to try and distract him with bad jokes about his beloved accessory had failed. You prayed that the rain would cease soon so you could swiftly escape the situation that you were in.

You sat down on the hallway floor with your back against the wall and patted the spot next to you as you put the best cute face you could come up with.

Jaebum scanned your face and obliged. You’d give up eventually, you always did. That’s why you were so nervous… Because if he stayed long enough, you wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret anymore.

A couple minutes passed, he had carefully checked the eye where the raindrop had landed to see if you weren’t hurt and you tried really hard to towel dry his hair; he gently took your hands in his and stopped you.

–I don’t know if you tend to hang out in the hall a lot and I won’t judge you if you do but I need to go inside–. He said with raised eyebrows. Your eyes widened in fear as he slowly stood up.

–B-but why? We’re comfortable here and you know it’s sort of b-boring in there so just- –.

He cut you off by squishing your cheeks gently with one hand.

–I need to pee–. He said firmly, his eyebrows rose in a begging manner before turning around and putting a hand on the doorknob.

Never in your life have you gotten up quicker, you didn’t even get whiplash but still weren’t quick enough as to stop JB from opening your door. You jumped onto his back and struggled to get a hand over his eyes, trying with all you heart and soul to prevent him from looking at your apartment.

–What are you doing?!– He complained, holding onto your legs so you wouldn’t fall and hurt yourself. –Don’t blame me if we crash and burn–. He groaned.

As much as he loved you and as much as he didn’t want you to hurt yourself in order to hide whatever it was that you wanted him to ignore, his urge to go to the damn bathroom was bigger and stronger than anything at the moment so he started jumping up and down and running around, hitting a few things along the way.

–Okay, stop!– You panted. –Here’s the bathroom door, now you get in without looking around, got it?–

–What’s going on?– He tried to understand but your looked at him in a way he knew he’d get his head cut off and suddenly his bladder got weaker.

–Got. It?– You repeated.

–Fine–. Jaebum mumbled, pursing his lips as he put you down and slammed the bathroom door shut.

Soon as he was locked in you started picking up the few memorabilia he had accidentally knocked onto the floor. It was an accident, of course, but you wanted to strangle him… A little… And then probably give him chicken so he would forgive you.

You heard the door open and froze, remembering that it was the only door that you couldn’t lock from the outside. You cursed to yourself.

JB called your name, making you turn around to face him, full of embarrassment; your hands fidgeted with an Iron Man figure in order to calm yourself down. Him seeing your eclectic decoration kept your mind off of the fact that he was standing there with his sweatshirt in his hands and his damp white tank top clinging onto his torso.

–This is it?– He raised his eyebrows again and you could see the mocking smile creeping onto his mouth even if he tried to hide it. You didn’t say anything, you just watched as he moved around your living room area. –So you have some toys… What’s the big deal?– He chuckled.

Some toys.

If he was going to see it, then might as well give him the full tour. So, you grabbed his hand and walked him to the around the kitchen, the laundry room and the living room. Every single one of those rooms had shelves full of toys. From old figures from the eighties whose faces were a bit too crappy to new Marvel collectibles.

You even had a Harry Potter section, filled with every wand and every figure. Even the Sorting Hat was there.

He poked his head around the short hallway that led to your room where you hung some movie posters up.

–These look weird–. He pointed out as he walked closer to one of Star Wars: The Return of the Jedi. His smile was now as wide as you’ve seen it and you built a love-hate relationship with it in a matter of seconds. Realization hit him then. –Wait… is this one of those black light ones?– He chuckled.

You scoffed, trying to ignore him as his hand snaked to the light switch slowly.

–It is!– He laughed. You felt your head grow warmer as the seconds passed by. This was the reason you’ve never let him come here in the four months you’ve been together; this was the reason you refrained from talking about these kinds of movies in general.

His laugh grew louder and his smile wider to a point he had to hold his stomach because it started aching.

–Stop–. You mumbled with gritted teeth. –See, this is why I’ve never invited you here before, I knew you’d make fun of me–.  You felt a strange mix of embarrassment, anger and sadness take over you and he looked at you, regretful.

He sighed, tossing his wet clothes on top of your coffee table and turning to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you a bit closer.

–I’m not making fun of you, you should know that–. His eyes got a bit wider and he raised his eyebrows. You felt like a little kid being scolded.

–You were laughing. See, I know it’s not the most normal thing in the world but…– He laughed breathlessly again, earning a huff in response.

–I think it’s cute. And the organization… I should congratulate you on that–. He smiled, looking down at your lips. You pursed your lips into a smile, still not completely sure if you should forgive him. –Now, if you’re so kind, we could use some dry clothes before we get seriously geek…–

You shot him the deadly stare.

–I mean… Sick. Honest mistake–. He smirked. You smacked his head before going to get the clothes.

–That was a terrible joke and really mean–. You said as you walked to your room, leaving him behind.

–That’s what you get for making fun of my hat–. He yelled back at you. You smiled once you were safe in your room realizing it hadn’t gone as bad as you had expected.

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[tanzani-coil]

gHANITH PLEASEEEE

yOU’RE THE BEST AAHHH OK

who hogs the duvettanith. you’ll find her in the morning with it wrapped around her, however when she wakes up she’ll always rearrange it so its draping over ghastly too and he’ll wake up for a few seconds to see it and he’ll smile and cuddle her and fall back to sleep again with them both under the covers

who texts/rings to check how their day is goingghASTLY. WITHOUT A DOUBT. i feel as though his average day is a bit less action packed than taniths, so he always has the time to check up on her - and if he doesnt have the time, he MAKES the time (you’ll find tipstaff grumbling about it somewhere)who’s the most creative when it comes to giftsi feel as though ghastly isn’t really into presents much, i mean being 400+ years old i can imagine coming up with presents got a bit old after the first century. and tanith i think on her jobs and journeys comes across like, not ‘gifts’ as such but little knick knacks and thingymabobs that she’ll know ghastly would just LOVE who gets up first in the morningghastly I think has settled into an (unhealthy) routine of going to bed at silly o’clock in the morning after really getting into something he was sewing, but then waking up quite early to start another working day. tanith usually stays up with him, sitting in the back room of his shop with him, both listening to ghastly’s blues playlist while he works, and then both of them going up to bed together at the same time. you wont see her out of bed any time before 9am, though (ghastly always makes her tea in the morning, regardless of whether shes likely to fall back to sleep again and never drink it)who suggests new things in bedyou’d think tanith, being the younger, more experienced one would be bringing new things into the bedroom but my god ghastlys has way more kinks than given credit for and taniths not complaining eitherwho cries at moviesman………… i feel like generally tanith does and as much as she’ll try to hide it ghastly always knowswho gives unprompted massagesTANITH. she’ll come in to the back room of the shop from the kitchen, cup of tea in hand for ghastly, she’ll look at what he’s working on and smile, see that he’s clearly been hunched over it for hours and massage his shoulder muscles. completely unasked for, but ghastly appreciates it all the same. she’ll always peck him on the cheek before leaving toowho fusses over the other when they’re sickghASTLY IS SO OVER TANITH’S HERO COMPLEX. HE DOESNT CARE HOW LONG AND FIERCELY SHE DEFENDS THAT SHE ISNT SICK. HE’LL STILL WRAP HER UP IN BLANKETS AND GIVE HER TEA WITH HONEY IN IT AND MEDICINE AND “STOP BLOODY MOTHERING ME” DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO STOP IT. who gets jealous easiestaight, so like…. i’m gonna struggle to word this but bear with me. (also im really sorry) so like, in mortal coil when erskine is flirting with tanith we clearly see that ghastly got kinda down about it, but i dont think its jealousy?? its more of, whenever someone whos just that much better looking and that much better at everything than ghastly is comes along, ghastly sort of sinks into an instantly hopeless, acceptance and almost numb state and he just sort of gives up at whatever hes talking about, whatever hes doing. because thats just what hes been conditioned to do. 400+ years of constant rejection ALL THE TIME?? hes just learnt that the second someone better comes along, whatever chance he had is gone. the conversation he was having with someone is instantly cut short, and ghastly just doesnt exist anymore. completely invisible. every. time. so i think that rather than getting jealous about it he’s learnt to give up, and i think that it took tanith years to uncondition that response out of him because she’ll never, ever cut him off for someone else, and she’s sure as hell not going anywhere, so?? and everyone can see the transformation too. aight sorry i went on a tangent there but my point is, ghastly doesnt get jealous. tANITH. HOWEVER. MY GOD. when tanith gets jealous she doesnt just get jealous she gets jEALOUS. it takes tanith every ounce of will power not to get snappy defensive and the so, so unnecessary staring-downs. valkyrie never lets it slide and always finds it really, really funny (especially because its so bloody obvious that the jealousy is completely irrational because this is ghastly we’re on about)who has the most embarrassing taste in musicghastly has quite a solid, sensible mature playlist for when hes working or relaxing but tanith is like………….. look its tanith ok who collects something unusualtanith collects thingymabobs from where ever she’s at, but… she sort of leaves them all around the house. the conversations at this point aren’t even questionable anymore. “ghastly don’t suppose you’ve seen my demon-baby tooth anywhere?” “top shelf on the right, next to your brain muncher book.” “aight thanks.”who takes the longest to get readytanith, being brought up as a hidden blade, can be fully awake and ready to kill someone within 0.5 seconds of waking up. she can pull a tank top on, slip on trousers and boots and ready to go within two minutes. ghastly? god no getting ready is no joke he didnt make his own clothes only to look like an uninformed peasant with them on, no. he doesnt joke around when getting ready plzwho is the most tidy and organisedghastly. every bit of thread and fabric is organised by type and then category and then colour and then and then. he’s often found himself glancing up from whatever hes looking at to find tanith gazing at the walls of his shop, almost lost in the fabric - not that he’ll ever tell tanith thatwho gets most excited about the holidaystanith doesnt get batshit crazy but she’s gotten ghastly into celebrating christmas at least a tiny bit, even if it means just taking him out to a bar and taking shots its still fun y’know? better she figures than staying in and working.who is the big spoon/little spoonghastly is absolutely the big spoon, always wrapping his strong arms around tanith, keeping her warm. he tends to tuck his head into the crook of her neck, too. tanith doesnt even try to hide how much she loves itwho gets most competitive when playing games and/or sportstanith which i feel is p obvious we all know how she is when fighting. she has a secret love for board games and WILL NOT. LET. ANYONE. LEAVE WITHOUT FINISHING MONOPOLY. GODDAMN YOU’RE NOT HERE TO BE WEAK AND LEAVE HALF WAY THROUGH OK SHE’S HERE TO RIDE OUT THAT GAME TILL THE VERY ENDwho starts the most arguments….. um. oh man, ok. so like??? look tanith doesnt like authority and ghastly is stubborn as hell and arguments like… idk how to word it, i guess tanith can let an edge creep into her voice when she brings up the fact he is/was an elder and ghastly notices it every time and things get a bit tense and uncomfortable for a while but they let it go every time. i saw a post on here about how ghanith hardly argue and i 100% agree w that tbhwho suggests that they buy a petit was all valkyries fault. bringing back that gigantic german shepherd from america got tanith talking and now she wants a pet because shes fallen in love with this dog and she wants a pet but?? dogs are a lot of work and ghastly and tanith just dont have the lifestyle to take care of one, both of them being busy and flexible in when and how they work. thats when tanith sorta realises that a CAT, HOWEVER, (bECAUSE I’VE SEEN THAT POST SOMEONE DID ABOUT GHASTLY HAVING CATS AND!!!!!!!!!!! 10000% AGREE) would still be a pet of their own but independent enough to be ok with being on their own for periods of time and the cat will find its way into ghastlys work room and surprise him by either rubbing itself against his legs or actually jumping up onto his work space and then climb onto his hunched shoulders while he works. he grumbles about it and complains that theres cat hair everywhere but he wouldnt change it for the world. whenever tanith walks in the cat always greets her and she loves it.what couple traditions they havesteak is Their Thing™. ‘nuff said.what tv shows they watch togetherghastly kept going on about this tv show which tackles everything hes passionate about and it pin points exactly what goes on in work spaces which is pretty much fucking around 90% of the time and he has all of its seasons recorded on his tv recorder which he still hasnt gotten round to watching it all and finally tanith is curious enough to see what this amazing show really is like and she ended up falling in love with brooklyn nine nine really, really fast. and rosa diaz. big crush on rosa diaz from tanith.what other couple they hang out withvaldug naturallyhow they spend time together as a couplesee what I adore about their relationship is that it was p much built on the two of them just being so, so ridiculously comfortable in each others company and talking to each other for hours on end and just sort of being there for each other, and i think that (besides from hardcore sexy times obviously) they love to spend time doing their own things with /each other/. tanith’s found herself getting passionate about ghastlys work because she loves being with him while he does so, with him talking to her about his mother and the war and anything and everything.who made the first movetANITH W THE STEAK im gonna cry brbwho brings flowers homeghastly is a romantic shit but he’s never really had room for flowers amongst all of his delicate fabrics at home, but tanith will always find some from somewhere, even if they are just pretty weeds she picked from the field down the road, and take them home to put into a jug of water to sit on the kitchen window sill. who is the best cookghastly. tHE most domestic to ever domestic. he can cook and he can cook good. tanith can settle for pot noodles but shes thankful for his cooking nonetheless

TL;DR: i really, really need to get out more

[tea-and-toblerones]

I hijacked this.

1: Name:: Deanna 2: Age:: 24 3: 3 Fears:: spiders, being told I love you when they really don't, utter failure 4: 3 things I love:: Video games, music and art 5: 4 turns on:: Dorkiness, awkwardness, kindness and a sense of humor 6: 4 turns off:: flip floppy behavior, narcissism, arrogance, and thinking yo ass is better than everyone else. 7: My best friend:: @bestiejessie 8: Sexual orientation:: Hetro, but with an appreciation for the female form 9: My best first date:: pff, I'll let you know when that happens, yeah? I've never really been taken out 10: How tall am I:: 5′7" 11: What do I miss:: being as carefree as I was 12: What time were I born:: Monday, August 24, 1992 at 9:18 PM 13: Favourite color:: Red. Blood red. 14: Do I have a crush:: My heart only poops it's pants for celebs and fictional characters at the mo'. It's easier that way. 15: Favourite quote:: “I may be an asshole, but I'm not a 100% Dick" Peter "Star Lord" Quill 16: Favourite place:: By the water. On the water. Floating in the water. I love water. 17: Favourite food:: PIZZA IS LIFEEEEE 18: Do I use sarcasm:: Nah mate, not at all. 19: What am I listening to right now:: The Final Fantasy VII Soundtrack 20: First thing I notice in new person:: eyes, scent, timbre of voice, and their vibe 21: Shoe size:: 8 22: Eye color:: gunsteel blue 23: Hair color:: medium brown. For now. 24: Favourite style of clothing:: Grunge queen in the fall/winter Cute and lacy in the spring/summer 25: Ever done a prank call?:: not that I'm aware. I have terrible anxiety 27: Meaning behind my URL:: I just love tea and toblerones mate. 28: Favourite movie:: Howl's Moving Castle 29: Favourite song:: Yellow by Coldplay 30: Favourite band:: Imagine Dragons 31: How I feel right now:: Chill/excited 32: Someone I love:: EVERYONE. Cept for one single person. 33: My current relationship status:: Emotionally attached to a fictional character cos I'm trash. That answers that, eh? 34: My relationship with my parents:: Me and my mam are tight. My dad...nah mate, not so much. 35: Favourite holiday:: HALLOWEEN BITCHES! 36: Tattoos and piercing I have:: My gauges. 37: Tattoos and piercing I want:: Sylleblossoms and a sword from FFX, Calcifer from Howl's Moving Caste, a sea scape, trees, a dragon... 38: The reason I joined Tumblr:: I needed an Ed outlet before my friends murdered me. 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?:: He cut his face open to be more like Ed so I would take him back. I don't hate anyone, but that boy is pretty damn close to it. 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?:: My brother texts me WAKE UP from time to time. Do those count? 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?:: Texted, yeah. Messaged, nah, just licked their face. 42: When did I last hold hands?:: romantically? Last year. In general? Last night. 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?:: pff what is this morning you speak of? 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?:: Sure have. 45: Where am I right now?:: In the FFXV/Ed trash heap where I belong. 46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?:: Jessie if they're not already passed out. 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? :: loud 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? :: unfortunately 49: Am I excited for anything?:: THIS WEEKEND 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?:: yes 51: How often do I wear a fake smile?:: 25% of the time? Ish 52: When was the last time I hugged someone?:: earlier today 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?:: I be surprised he grew a spine and kissed a girl other than me, but that's about it. Probably cheer him on. Get him a drink. I'm such a bro 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?:: nah mate, I hardly trust anyone 55: What is something I disliked about today?:: almost falling outta a chair cos I fell asleep 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?:: Ed Sheeran 57: What do I think about most?:: that I'm trapped in a stagnate place and I'll never get free from it. 58: What’s my strangest talent?:: I can remember exactly how people/ feel. Like their skin and whatnot, like I'm physically touching them, but im not. And their scent and their voice. And their eyes. Is that a talent? 59: Do I have any strange phobias?:: the snuggle bear creeps me the fuck out. 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?:: behind 61: What was the last lie I told?:: that I was gonna go to bed early. Does it count if it's to yourself? 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?:: video chatting cos I have a fear that people can't understand what I'm saying due to the fact I used to have an impediment with a lisp so at least they can read my lips. 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? :: sure do. Seen em. Felt em. Have one thats attached to me. He's cool. Chases away the bad stuff. And yeah this universe is way to big for us to be the only ones 64: Do I believe in magic?:: yep 65: Do I believe in luck?:: very much so 66: What’s the weather like right now?:: kinda coldish? But not terrible (I'm horrible at judging how cold it is. I never wear a jacket) 67: What was the last book I’ve read?:: King Killer Chronicles 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?:: I'm weird so of course I do 69: Do I have any nicknames?:: Nanna (which I always go by) 70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?:: um, well one of my insides got very angry with me and hurt and I couldn't move and was fevered and puking and made my back hurt. I was too stubborn to go get checked out so I dunno what happened but it got better on its own. 71: Do I spend money or save it?:: both. Usually save though 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?:: I've got quite the long tongue, I can actually stick it up my nose if I tried. (Drunk me has) 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?:: Not that I can see 74: Favourite animal?:: Foxes, Ravens, and raccoons 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?:: Partying with my ladies getting ready to bar hop with the band 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?:: Morningstar. He owns a nightclub called Lux in LA. 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?:: Thrift Shop 78: How can you win my heart?:: by being an adorable awkward dorky nerd like me 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?:: something utterly ridiculous probably 80: What is my favorite word? :: probably a swear. 81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr @weareedsobfg (imma cheat too) @ferskendag, @tenerife-lucy @lordedsheeran, uh....I'm sure there's more I'm forgetting 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? :: pterodactyl noises and arm flaps cos social anxiety 83: Do I have any relatives in jail?:: it would be quicker to list the ones that weren't. 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?:: the power of imagination (whatever I can imagine happens) 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?:: How do you feel 86: What is my current desktop picture?:: A picture of graveyard I took in New Orleans 87: Had sex?:: yeah 88: Bought condoms?:: yeah 89: Gotten pregnant?:: no 90: Failed a class?:: math. All the math 91: Kissed a boy?:: yeah 92: Kissed a girl?:: yeah 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?:: I have in the snow 94: Had job?:: yeah had job 95: Left the house without my wallet?:: almost everytime 96: Bullied someone on the internet?:: Nah mate 97: Had sex in public?:: Sure have 98: Played on a sports team?:: INDOOR PERCUSSION BITCHES 99: Smoked weed?:: Not smoked it, but had some pretty delicious banana nut pot bread. 100: Did drugs?:: besides the pot bread, nah mate 101: Smoked cigarettes?:: No 102: Drank alcohol?:: Oh yeah 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?:: Once upon a time 104: Been overweight?:: very much so 105: Been underweight?:: when I was born 106: Been to a wedding?:: I've been to so many 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?:: ALL DAY, ERRYDAY 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?:: I'm a binge watching mofo 109: Been outside my home country?:: no but I wanna 110: Gotten my heart broken?:: yeah 111: Been to a professional sports game?:: Yes and I don't even like sports. 112: Broken a bone?:: surprisingly no 113: Cut myself?:: all the time on accident 114: Been to prom?:: no, I was the weird loner outsider kid. You know the one. 115: Been in airplane?:: Sure have 116: Fly by helicopter? :: no but I've been in one 117: What concerts have I been too?:: Alice Cooper and Watch Them Rot 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?:: Kinda ish. 119: Learned another language?:: I used to know a lil Spanish but now, not so much 120: Wore make up?:: every time I leave the house even though I don't need it anymore cos I got my eczema under control (the miracle of aloe yall) 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?:: Nope 20 122: Had oral sex?:: I have 123: Dyed my hair?:: so much. 124: Voted in a presidential election?:: No 125: Rode in an ambulance?:: Nope 126: Had a surgery?:: Nope 127: Met someone famous?:: uh, mickey, minnie, goofy and pluto? 128: Stalked someone on a social network?:: who hasnt? 129: Peed outside?:: so many times 130: Been fishing?:: yep 131: Helped with charity?:: yep 132: Been rejected by a crush?:: *laughs to infinity* CAN'T BE IF YOU NEVER TELL EM (yes, yes I have. Indirectly) 133: Broken a mirror?:: So many I'm cursed forever 134: What do I want for birthday?:: the same thing I wanted last year. A hot ginger. (And video games. Always video games) 135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?:: 2 boys. And maybe like William or James or something weird cos I love weird names 136: Was I named after anyone? :: Deanna Troi from Star Trek: the Next Generation. 137: Do I like my handwriting?:: yeah it's pretty okay 138: What was my favourite toy as a child?:: MY PINK POWER RANGER ACTION FIGURE 139: Favourite Tv Show?:: Supernatural, Sherlock, Doctor Who, American Horror Story, Arrow, Flash, Legends of Tomorrow...don't make me pick one. 140: Where do I want to live when older?:: with someone I care about. 141: Play any musical instrument?:: piano, marimba, xylophone, vibraphone, bells, drums, guitar (not well, I have ZERO rhythm) 142: One of my scars, how did I get it?:: playing with my dog 143: Favourite pizza toping?:: If I had to pick one, pepperoni but mushroom olive and pineapple please 144: Am I afraid of the dark?:: nah, that's where all the stars are 145: Am I afraid of heights?:: nah 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?:: no, I was a mild child 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?:: Oh you mean my life? 148: What I’m really bad at:: everything 149: What my greatest achievments are:: well I stopped someone from killing themselves. I also tend to make people laugh and feel better. 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me:: I only said I loved you so you would stay (though literally already knew it but worst fear right there) 151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery:: get outta debt. Get my friends outta debt. 152: What do I like about myself:: people say I'm sunshine. I like that. 153: My closest Tumblr friend:: @ferskendag and @tenerife-lucy 154: Something I fantasise about:: being happy with someone I care about, being financially stable while doing my dream job and traveling the world. 155: Any question you’d like? Do you know the muffin man?

[lostlegendaerie]

Six Fics of 2016

someone. someone tagged me in this. multiple someones tagged me in this while my PC was broken as shit so fuck. i dont know but i Wanted This, so. originally by @secretlystephaniebrown​ !

So I thought I’d pick 6 fics of mine written during this year, grab a favorite quote from each of them, give a short explanation of why it’s one of my favorites, and then tag 6 people to do the same! Let’s get some self love rolling as we head towards the end of this year!

and yeah i did write other fandoms this year but its like mostly RvB and Entirely in space, so.

6. Save and Restore - York & Delta, canon compliant

“That’s a-- dirty word, D.” A light, airy chuckle follows; one he remembers following an exchange with Carolina years ago. It sounds so much younger than the rest of York’s words, and he realizes he may not have anything more recent. “Better-- clean it off.”

“I… beg your pardon?”

“Nah, it’s free.”

i mean im Mostly so fond of this one because it was how I met @agentyorkdakota​ my moon and stars, but i also really enjoyed just getting to play with language a lot with this? like i’m pretty sure i’ve discussed this before but for a senior year project i worked a lot on a play called The Skriker where the title character kind of... used mixed metaphors and all sorts of jumbled language to communicate and it just. stuck with me. this language that was kind of cobbled together and makes sense but doesn't and yet does? so that was def a highlight of mine working on this fic. (also it placed me in the Angst War, a feather in my cap if there ever was one)

5. blow you like a popsicle stand - Tucker/Wash, canon compliant

He swallows his fear and creeping horror and lifts the lid. Buried under the crystalline ice of the remarkably still-functioning freezer is a collection of brightly colored little packages, all about the size of his hand.

“What.”

“I know!” Tucker replies, with exactly the kind of enthusiasm than ensures Wash he does not know, “I can’t believe it either. Ice cream! Here! On Chorus! Man, Caboose is gonna flip out when he sees this.”

Wash is tired, and adrenaline-tingly, and by this time he should just always expect to be betrayed and disappointed but here he is. He pulled a door out of a crumbling concrete wall for decades old ice cream sandwiches. Couldn’t save the lives of kids under his command, but sure. He can demolish a building in a fit of panic.

“What,” he repeats again, trying to shove all of his feelings into one ambiguous syllable. But Tucker just hip-checks him out of the way, flourishes his sword with a buzz of light, and carves a path through the ice to a red and blue package.

this one was done in a swap for @playerprophet​ (whom i also love and tag in this, there you go) and was just. okay. listen. l i s t e n. if i’m gonna write porn im gonna write specific porn. i’m gonna write mildly kinky porn with new shit y’all aint even knew you liked so someone can find me at a con and tell me to my face “oh yeah you wrote the iceplay fic” and i can be like “y e s” but also i can barely scrub the Feelings out of anything i write, so. SO. this was a pretty lighthearted excuse for Porn and it went over really, really well. so im Happy.

4. Golden Boy - York-centric, semi-canon compliant

Not that York can go back, now; not that there's anything left to go back to, with the entire project turning on itself in a disjointed, cumulative sort of cannibalism as every man, woman, or construct fights for themselves. And he’s not entirely blind to the fact that being wired to Delta on a neurological level makes the Director’s treatment of the AI feel infinitely more personal; makes it easier than it should have been to turn his guns on people he’d worked with for years. No. He’s not blind, not in that sense anyway.

But if he’s going forward, he wants to understand in full what he did in the name of science and progress.

this fic once shared a name with @littlefists​ ‘s epic because it was literally the first thing I wrote in the fandom and I Wasn’t Into Tuckington So I Didn’t Know, and i swear to GOD this is the last time i bring this up but i worked so fucking hard on it, it has Combat and Betrayal and Introspection and World Building and while i’ve gotta better grip on canon now I still really, really enjoyed this fic as an explanation for how York, of all people, could have gone so low in OOM

3. Overflow - Tucker/Wash, canon compliant

His thoughts about Tucker have often felt like a glass of water that’s just a little too full. He moves carefully so they don’t slosh around and make a mess of the place, barely keeping it all inside . And he’d thought that, once the newness of the whole ‘ sure we’ll risk lying to the faces of UNSC police to keep you out of prison even though you’ve done next to nothing nice for us your entire life ’ gratitude thing wore off (it didn’t, not entirely, it still pops up sometimes in the worst of moments and chokes him like the noose he should have gotten) the level would go down.

[...]

Tucker does something to him. Tucker finds ways to make him forget, at least for a little while, all the ways he’s fucked up. Even if it’s just finding more tolerable faults, like how the stick Washington has got shoved up his ass does wonders for keeping his back straight. Tucker talks loud enough to drown out the ghosts of everyone he underranked but outlived, listens enough to make his hard-won experience and advice mean something, and he is terrified for the day that everything overflows.

this was birthday fic for @strangestquiet that i actually took a day off from work to ensure i completed it in time but just. anyway. i’m pretty proud of it because it’s Big and it’s Coherent Mission Fic that managed somehow to tie into a little bit of preexisting lore. i’m also unfortunately very fond of all the little OC children bc i’ve constantly had tons of trouble with original characters and even tho no one else seemed to notice them i had fun and i love them all. but just in general i feel like i had a good balance of humor and feelings and also imagery? but as far as the latter goes it falls short of...

2. gethsemane - implied Shepard/Vakarian, Archangel-centric, game-compliant

On his last trip out of the Citadel, tying off loose ends, he bought a pack of playing cards from a human vendor. He had memories - they’d been fond once, but were souring like milk left in the sun - of losing miserably to Shepard and Williams at some gambling game. Leaving gifts on the graves of the departed wasn’t exactly the norm for turian culture, but neither was it strictly a human one either.

The flowers around the small crystal pillar were already wilting with neglect when he arrived. There might have been other tributes left there, but security had loosened until it fell away, slack like discarded clothes. Garrus left the cards there, under the shimmering list of names of casualties from the attack on the Citadel, and took the next transport ship as far away from Widow as possible.

okay so like. whenever possible i love to put good imagery in fic and like. understate emotions when i can and just in general do the literary version of the color saturated wide shot, you feel me? like the pullback with the characters in silhouette but you can still understand everything they’re feeling? anyway i feel like this fic really nailed a lot of my own personal goals for just Vivid fics. can’t wait to write more mass effect fic but it’s gonna be Hard to meet the standards i set for myself with this one.

1. Throw Away the Key - York/Carolina, Alternate Universe

Carolina fights to find the best angle for her umbrella as gusts of wind swat rain at them in little bursts, but by the time her car gives a satisfying click they’re both uncomfortably wet and she’s run out of things to say. Thankfully, he hasn’t.

“We have got to stop meeting like this,” York reflects as he withdraws the metal blade, inch by careful inch. “This is getting a little absurd. Like, bad soulmate romcom Hallmark movie levels of coincidence.”

“Not my fault if you keep breaking the law.” She’s a little surprised by the movie analogy, but decides against teasing him for his choice in films.

“I am bending it, at best.”

listen i’m fucking neck deep in all the complexities of longfic hell and this sure isn’t the artsy stylistic stuff that i can be proud of (or regret) later on down the road but i’m trying. i’m trying to write something massive and happy and so far it’s working. i can’t say for sure if it’s actually Good because i get to see all my messy drafts and stops and starts that the rest of you are spared, but I wanted so badly to write A Good Longfic for the Y/C fandom and with that, at least, I feel like I’m doing well. if nothing else, literally nothing else at all, i am proud of myself for trying this and i hope that it can continue to give people joy long after it’s done and i’m gone.

i’m gonna go ahead and tag @therewithasmile @sinelanguage @lady-of-rohan @flecksofpoppy @owaire and of course @playerprophet but if you’re reading this and wanna do it go right ahead!

[kpopsocks]

92 Statements

rules - answer and tag 20 people :)

i stole this from @mildlincrs :) tagging anyone who wants to do this!

last:

1. drink - mint tea! (with honey, so yummy *u*) 2. phone call - my best girl @barefootjezebel 3. text message - my coworker miyah! 4. song you listened to - EXO’s Power 5. time you cried - Monday night! 

have you:

6. dated someone twice - like dated, broken up with, and then dated again? no. but i’ve been on 2+ dates with the same person before :0 7. kissed someone and regretted it - nope! though to be fair i’ve only ever kissed someone once 8. been cheated on - yes-ish? i was not technically cheated on bc i found out that my partner was LOOKING for someone to cheat with and i broke up with him then so :/ 9. lost someone special - yes 10. been depressed - i have been since i was 13! 11. gotten drunk and thrown up - no

3 favorite colors

12-14: turquoise, royal blue, orange 

in the last year, have you:

15. made new friends - yes 16. fallen out of love - no 17. laughed until you cried - yes! 18. found out someone was talking about you - ohhhhh yes 19. met someone who changed you - yes! 20. found out who your friends are - Y. U. P. 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list - no

general:

22. how many Facebook friends do you know in real life? probably 90%? 23. do you have any pets? yup! my kitty named Izzy :) 24. do you want to change your name? i wanted to when i was younger but never settled for what i would change it to. i’m more okay with it now. 25. what did you do on your last birthday? i worked (and the kids surprised me with a cupcake and singing happy birthday), i went out to dinner with my current crush and we walked around a park. 26. what time did you wake up? 6:15 a.m.! 27. what were you doing at midnight last night? sleeping! 28. name something you can’t wait for: Saturday! I can sleep in and marathon the X Files.  29. when was the last time you saw your mom? Monday! They were in town to see me, I wish I could see her more often.   30. what’s one thing you wish you could change in your life? i wish i were more confident/bolder. i’m a lot stronger now but i’ve always been very shy and very self-conscious.  31. what are you listening to right now? dan’s last live-stream 32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom? i’m sure i have 33. something that is getting on your nerves - some anxiety i’m having due to insecurity 34. most visited websites - facebook, youtube, 8tracks

random:

35. mole(s) - one! 36.mark(s) - so many @.@ 37. childhood dream - forensic scientist 38. hair color - dirty blonde/light-brown 39. long or short hair - long-ish 40. do you have a crush on someone? yes i do!!!!  41. what do you like about yourself? i stand up for what’s right and i am a hardworker. 42. piercings - none 43. blood type - no idea oop 44. nickname - kit kat, katizzle 45. relationship status - single 46. zodiac sign - leo 47. pronouns - she/her 48. favorite TV show - Fargo, Ghost Adventures, X Files 49. tattoos - nope, but if i still want the one i was thinking about in march of next year im gonna get it!!! 50. right or left hand - leftie! 51. surgery - nope 52. hair dyed in different color - i wish i could :(  53. sport - dance! and i want to learn tennis and get back into volleyball 54. was missing from the previous person’s post 55. vacation - i want to go back to europe so badly :((((( 56. pair of trainers - trainers.... are shoes? right? 

more general:

57. eating - bread and brie! 58. drinking - water, mint tea 59. i’m about to - set up my queue for my aesthetic blog (@amberstiara) 60. mood: sleepy, fine 61. waiting for - water to heat in the kettle! 62. want - to laze around and watch x files 63. get married - only if it’s financially beneficial to me or gets me dual citizenship 64. career - juvenile probation, opening a studio, or becoming an author, and i’ve been thinking a lot about podcasting/documentaries??????

which is better:

65. hugs or kisses - hugs 66. lips or eyes - eyes 67. shorter or taller - i am a sucker for every height 68. older or younger - ???? probably older? i’m very young so people younger than me are like... teens..... 69. movies or books? fuck. fuck. i love both of these things so much. what the fuck. 70. nice arms or nice stomach - i was gonna say stomach but i just keep thinking about the biceps of a certain ghost hunter and i have to go with arms. im sorry abs.  71. sensitive or loud - sensitive?? loud maybe if its about passions or something??? 72. hookup or relationship - relationship, i’ve never had a hookup :0 73. troublemaker or hesitant - hesitant. i’m the troublemaker. (i’m lawful good)

have you ever:

74. kissed a stranger - no 75. drank hard liquor - no 76. lost glasses / contact lenses - no but i’ve broken them lmao 77. turned someone down - yes. so many times. so many creeps. 78. sex on the first date - nope! #asexual 79. broken someone’s heart - probably, but i tend to get weird stalkers so 80. had your heart broken - yes!  81. been arrested - not yet 82. cried when someone died - yes 83. fallen for a friend - hhhhhh yes

do you believe in:

84. yourself - yes and no. usually no but fake it til you make it 85. miracles - somewhat? not especially 86. love at first sight - nooooo 87. santa claus - nope 88. kiss on the first date - MAYBE, i’ve never been that into someone on a first date

other:

89. favorite book - Crime & Punishment 90. current best friend’s name - Rachel, Ben, William <3 91. eye color - blue/grey 92. favorite movie - too many to count god pls talk to me if you wanna talk movies