#titlewave

[lillianforest22]

Would somone like to info dump about pride defender to me like I need to know what truly is Tidlewave I know it’s a ship but I honestly want somone to explain it from a “thes charcater are my blorbos and I will explode if I can’t tell someone”

[personaltreasures]

Ao3 goes down the moment Im actually on time for my update schedule?? What sort of sorcery??

On a side note have a peak at what I was SUPPOSED to be uploading today:

The Fool stands in a familiar empty room that hasn’t been built yet, and just like it always has been he has no plan for what its creation will look like.

Yet now, as he stands in a room that will hold his very own room…The thoughts don’t come like a titlewave as they did with his members' rooms. The fog around the room swirls with discomfort, trailing up his legs and around his neck. His throat tightens. What was he supposed to start on…?

The Fool huffs before he's picking at random. One thing becomes built only to be destroyed before it can fully take shape. A ratty bed frame comes to life only to be swiped away for something grander. That too gets incinerated a second later before its frame could even come to light.

“Grand master…?” Arrodes asks, the words were like a whisper as The Fool simply stands in nothing. His brows crinkle as he takes note of the emptiness creeping up his bones as he simply looks around, looking for an explanation. Perhaps he should choose a new room…

“Grand-“ he stops paying attention to the words, almost dancing in concern, too focused on trying to figure out what exactly was creeping under his skin.

The Fool blinks before he’s moving towards his little treasures he'd secured temporarily behind glass boxes, almost zoning in on them desperately to try to come up with something. He can’t remember what his plan was for them in the beginning… He stares at them in silence before he's spinning around in place. His mind was empty. No normally never ending thoughts running unattended the moment he steps into a room to be designed.

A flurry of moments in the corner of his eye catches his attention for a moment before he's focusing on something else. His eyes move on their own almost.

What was he doing in here again….?

[slender-hero]

Meeeooow.

*summons A flood of very combustible cats that come forth in a titlewave*

NOOO

[t0tally-n0t-3m0]

Love(?) at First Bite

The friends oc x my oc crackship has spiralled and now they are all I can think about. (poorly written) smut, blood, biting, not Beta read. Comments are welcome x

Herbert writhed and moaned, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him with whitened knuckles. He bit back a whine as the wizard on top of him bit down hard on his neck for the up-teenth time. Red and blue clothes scattered the inns floor, except Herberts robe which was slipping off Ecnes pale shoulders. 

 The half-elf groaned and whimpered as Ecne lapped at the blood oozing from the fresh wound. 

Herbert felt light-headed, but whether it was from the arousal or the blood-loss he couldn’t tell, he couldn't even form a coherent thought beyond his want- his need for Ecne to move. He was so hard, painfully hard, and yet the pink eyed bastard just atop him, (on him, him inside them,) just wouldn't move. They would bite and pinch and claw and squeeze  and sure, it was nice (Herbert had moved past being shameful of his masochistic tendencies a long while ago,) but bleeding for his love can only do so much when he was sheathed to the hilt inside them and begging for release. 

Ecne kissed the many bite marks across Herbert's neck, cooing as he let out another sob. 

“You look good like this.” they mumbled, licking away one of the poor man's many tears. 

Ecne sat up, biting back a moan as their adjusted position only allowed Herberts ‘little friend’ to slip deeper. 

“P-please…” Herbert's voice rested barely above a whisper, but Ecne heard it, of course they did. Ecne loved it when he begged, so pretty, so needy so pliant and perfect. But Ecne, greedy little Ecne wanted more, they always wanted more. 

Ecne jolted their hips, causing Herbert's breath to catch in his throat. They grabbed his bearded chin, forcing him to make eye contact. Ecne smiled at him, bearing their too-sharp-teeth-for-a-human. (Most found their teeth intimidating, and Herbert was no different.) “Come on, baby, I know you can do better than that.” Whatever infinitesimal pieces of pride and shame Herbert still held within his chest shattered on impact. “Please, please, Ecne.. please f-ffuck yourself on me. Please use me.”

Ecnes' smile widened, his pitiful words sounding like music to their ears. Ecne leaned forward and bit into Herbert's lip causing it to bleed, then soothed it with a kiss. 

“Good boy.” their whispered praise resting between their lips.

 Ecne leaned back and began to rock their hips back and forth, they watched as Herbert sighed and his eyelids fluttered closed. This was  nice, but it wasn’t enough, so Ecne braced their hands on Herberts chest, (giving his sizable mantits a squeeze just for good measure,) and lifted their hips as far as they could without Herbert slipping out, then they brought their hips back down, setting a fast and brutal pace. 

Herbert's back arched as a moan tore through his throat, his hands shot from the rumpled sheets to Ecnes’ hips in a futile attempt to ground himself in the titlewave of endorphins washing over him. 

The poor half-elf was completely pussy-drunk as Ecne moved atop him. His sweat slicked body shone in the warm light of the candles lighting the room, drool pooled in the corner of his slack-jawed mouth and his eyes were rolled almost to the back of his head. 

And Ecne drank in the delicious sight with fervour. If they weren’t already deeply aware of the divine and Godley, Ecne would truly believe that they were not only witnessing, but controlling Elysium itself. 

And oh, how Ecne loved being in control. Having someone bend to their will and beg for them shrouded the inferiority complex they had carried within them for the past forty years.

 And although the illusion only lived inside the four walls of a tavern's spare room or concealed in the thin fabric of a make-shift tent, Ecne still held onto it with an iron fist. (they needed to hold onto it, it's all they have. If Dymphna was going to control every aspect of their life, it could at least allow Ecne to have this one thing.) 

Ecne huffed, the tight coiling feeling in their gut was an undeniable indicator that they weren’t going to last much longer, and by the pornstar-esc moans clawing their way out of Herbert's pretty little throat. Oh, how they wished to keep him like this, to make him scream and cry and come a thousand times over. But Ecne was only human, and they could only last so long. 

Herbert's back arched again, his jaw set open in a silent scream as his finish washed over him in violent waves. His black, bitten nails dug into Ecnes hips allowing blood to bead. Ecne didn’t stop, not even when overstimulated tears slid down their lovers face and he begged for mercy. They sped up, only focused on their own selfish pleasure. 

The coil within them snapped and Ecne keeled over, twitching. After a few peaceful, silent moments Ecne peeled themself off of Herbert and stood up on shaky legs and wrapped Herberts robe loosely around themself, they picked up a bowl and rag, filled the bowl with water and sat down next to the poor fucked-out mans head. Ecne rested his head on their thigh and began to clean the many bite marks littering his skin. Herbert looked up at Ecne, despite his eyes being unfocused and somewhat foggy. He smiled at them. Ecne rolled their eyes in return. “You know, you can be really sweet when you want to be.” Ecne flicked at his ear in retaliation (they would’ve done worse if it were not him.) “Shut up, I'm not a complete monster.” atleast, that's what they tell themselves. 

He was still smiling at them, they looked away from him. All the love and devotion he held for them in his teary eyes, (how could he have known that they would never return the sentiment?) it was revolting. Ecen hated the way it held. Hated the way their heart fluttered in their chest and the way their face reddened and the guilt that settled in the pit of their chest. 

Ecne returned to washing away all the blood and sweat and drool their activities had produced. And all the while Herbert watched them, lovingly, caringly, worshipping their face with his bloody red eyes. 

“I love you, Ecne.” “...”

“I know you do, Berti.”

[katblaze]

Honestly I'm honored

@sillybilly42069 @delicate-titlewave @dassragong2

1. Do this uquiz

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

@mxlilly @circus-of-horror @yourleastfavoriteguyinthechair @microsoupmouse @the-firefly-jar-system @cdcouncil

[hipowered761]

Check it out

DON'T FORGET EVERYONE, MAKE IT A ROEVEMBER TO REMEMBER , MAKE IT A VERY SPECIAL NOREPUBLICANTVEMBER AND VOTE ALL BLUE NO OTHER WAY, ALL BIG BLUE BIDEN TITLEWAVE THE ONLY WAY. AND THROW ALL GOP TRAITOR TRASH AWAY IN ITS APPROPRIATE PRISON CELL RECEPTICLE AND DON'T FORGET TO WASH YOUR HANDS THUROUGHLY TO PREVENT ANY HATRED FOR AMERICA FROM SPREADING AFTER HANDLING SUCH GARBADGE.

[artful-kisses]

Woof mermaid inspired by the little mermaid #mermay2019 #mermay #mermaidillustration #mermaid #woof #dogmermaid #illustration #waves #fish #mermaychallenge #artchallenge #sunset #crab #cuteillustration #artistsofinstagram #sillydrawing #strangemeraid #titlewave https://www.instagram.com/p/BxRAcYXF7vj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1fbjsqn3badv8

[titleknown]

Gamers Against Weed

A similar sort of shitposting-meets-powerful-weird-thingies vibe usually happens when members of the Solarpunks and Biopunks work together to make something.

Though, some speculate that the reason that they’re so often at odds could be due to COINTELPRO-type efforts at sabotaging such relations, to avoid them gaining power in solidarity...

[rareconnecxion]

Completely Custom #MerchLogoz #Merchandising #TitleWave Gwm for pricing more products and updates will be coming soon Dm Me order up #RareSpeacial Hmu as my 1st sale and you get The Logo Free Choose one off my page and $hop an I will Send The Backpack (Champion Style) to your door with your logo on it and Full rights given up to you #whofwm #RareNetwork #RareLogoz #RareShabow #RareGfx #GetRareVerified #GrowYourBrand #NowMerchandising #TagFavArtist #TagFavModel #RarestClothing https://www.instagram.com/p/B_KzEEahPHn/?igshid=103zx1rftunrx

[ammeyers]

$1 pick up. #TitleWaves #mikeallred #tundrapublishing #mikeallredsmadman #comicbook #comic #comics #comicbooks #igcomics #igcomicbooks #igcomicsfamily #igcomicfamily #comicbookfamily #comicbookcollector #comicbookcollection #comiccollector #comiccollecting #comiccollections #igcomicscommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/B3QEV5yBVPK/?igshid=p4xlxx3rekx

[velocipedestrienne]

Char Siu kolache and the next #TitleWave pick for @penguinrandomhouse - a perfect Saturday morning. (at Brooklyn Kolache Co.)

[thebookkook]

Taking a break from buying books- all of which I am so excited to read- to play around with this cute little mouse from @pinklayindia . . . #pinklayindia #titlewaves #titlewavesbandra #bookstore #bookbuying #cute #love #plush #mouse #blockprints #littlethings #vscofilter #vsco #vscocam #vscoindia #days #life #india #mumbai #bombay https://www.instagram.com/p/BodzN_olJC7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=z8qdp5usitnu

[ssatxr-archive]

I love looking back at my old writing because

A. I like seeing how yucky/good my writing was 

B. Midnight was a petty jerk back then

[oceanflowerrs]

im STILL getting titlewaved by bot followers, which means i just kind of have to check the vibes of all of my recent followers. so if you followed me some time within the last month and you're a human, consider yourself atleast partially acknowledged

[na-na-na-nanna]

Catching Feelings

Part: six

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Wordcount: 5980

Pairing: goblin!Yoongi x reader

Warnings: cursing, drinking, smoking, kissing

Summary: Yoongi, a 700 year old goblin who has grown tired of his eternal excistence and wishes to become human, must gain all the human emotions before he can achive this, but the only way to do so is by kissing the humans who possess them

A/N: this got a lot longer than i planned, so i hope it’s not too boring. Also hope the shift in narrator won’t be too confusing. Anyways I’m a little nervous about this chapter

[20:28]

Yoongi had experienced human parties before, but to be frank it had been quite awhile. The last time was probably back in the Joeson era if he remembered correctly. At that time Jin had dragged him along, and forced him to partake in every human activity imaginable, and so he did. He drank their alcohol, sang their songs and played their games much to everyone else’s amusement. Yoongi didn’t particularly understand why his old friend and the humans he used to surround himself with wanted to dedicate so much of their mortal time doing such silly things, but then again he never really understood much about them to begin with.

“Which one of these say ‘I’m down to do it, but I’m not a slut?’” Yoongi was immediately snapped out of his trip down memory lane as Jungkook waved, what looked to him like, two identical black t-shirts in front of his face.

“I don’t know,” Yoongi answered truthfully.

The younger man was clearly unsatisfied with the lack of help and let out a big sigh before turning his attention to Jin.

“Same question,” He said, and Jin examined the two options that had been laid before him for a second before he let out a short “left one”.

For the next couple of minutes Yoongi just sat on the coach and quietly watched as Jungkook and Jin were bickering with one another over some expensive watch of Jin’s that Jungkook wanted to borrow for the party.

“You never let me borrow any of your stuff” Jungkook whined.

“That’s because they’re my stuff” The older one huffed in response.

“But you have so many, and you never go out,” Jungkook began to argue. “Don’t you think it’s a shame that no one gets to see them?”

“Not my problem,” Jin said without giving an ounce of care for what the boy had just said, and said boy knew he had lost yet another argument with his immortal master.

Jin had changed a lot since Yoongi had last encountered him, he had noticed, and he couldn’t figure out if it was simply just the passing time or if it was living in the human world that was the course of his drastic change of character. The great and beautiful Kim Seokjin, that Yoongi remembered from centuries ago, loved humans and would never pass on an opportunity to be around them. Back then Yoongi had struggled to understand Jin’s fascination with mankind, but had nonetheless always followed his friend's request to indulge in anything the human world had to offer.

It was strange how the tables had turned, and it was now Yoongi that was chasing after humanity while it seemed like Jin had left it behind. This change was truly strange, Yoongi thought, he could have sworn that Jin at some point even had a human…

“The car is ready for you now,” Jin said to the two party goers in his house.

“Sweet!” Jungkook exclaimed “I call shotgun”

[21:02]

The moment Yoongi and Jungkook stepped out of the car, the cold winter air hit them like a titlewave, and Jungkook was regretting his decision to wear the short sleeved shirt. He tried to hide the shiver that was taking over his body as two girls, which were also wearing outfits that did not seem to fit the weather conditions, walked by. It didn't make sense to wear so little clothing this time of year, Yoongi thought, and he wondered what could be the reason why humans choose to expose so much skin despite it being so impractical.

As the two girls passed them, Jungkook sent them a slight head nod followed by a cheesy smile, which immediately sent the girls into a fit of giggles. Once the girls were out of hearing distance Jungkook nudged Yoongi in the side with his elbow and with a smug smile on his face he said “See what I mean? A smile like that will make any girl’s knee weak”. Yoongi nodded as to show he had heard the information given to him, but he was still processing what actually to do with it.

“You should try it”

“Try what?” Yoongi asked.

“Try smiling for once,” Jungkook commanded “Like this” To demonstrate his face morphed into a big warm smile, almost textbook perfect. Yoongi studied his face for a bit before he tried to mimic the expression. He slowly opened his mouth to show off his teeth like Jungkook was doing. It seemed a little awkward, maybe he wasn’t showing enough of the inside of his mouth, maybe he needed to make the smile even bigger. And so he did, putting his gums on full display for anyone to see.

“Jesus Christ! What the hell is that?” Jungkook exclaimed in terror upon seeing the goblin’s miserable attempt at smiling.

“Am I not performing it accordingly?” Yoongi questioned his teacher.

“If your a bloody psychopath, maybe”

“So I am doing it correctly?”

“No that’s not what I meant,” Jungkook said, a bit frustrated. “Maybe you should just stick to not smiling for now. You know, go for the whole dark and quiet mysterious guy type of thing instead. Girls dig that too.” Yoongi didn’t really need the humans to “dig” him. He just needed them to be able to share their emotions with him, but he did like the idea of doing it quietly. He wasn’t so sure about the mysterious part though.

“You just let me do the talking, okay?”

“Okay”

Yoongi barely got to respond, not that he had much to say anyways, before Jungkook was dragging him into the apartment complex where the party was taking place. Even though it was still early in the evening the small apartment was filled to the brim with intoxicated humans who all looked to be enjoying themselves, at least Yoongi thought so. He had observed that humans were a fairly social species and liked to be around each other, even though it meant being packed together in limited spaces like this. This fact was also a mystery for Yoongi, but then again solitude had for the most part of his long life been the only thing he had known.

“Taehyung!!” Jungkook shouted from across the room. “Over here!” Once Jungkook had caught the attention of the man he was calling, said man made it through the crowd of people to where they were standing.

“Hey, good to see you man” the guy said as he pulled Jungkook in for a half hearted side hug. “Who’s your friend?” The guy shifted his focus to Yoongi.

“This is my friend Yoongi,” Jungkook introduced. “He’s new in town. Hope it’s okay I brought him”

“As long as he doesn’t break anything” Taehyung said, a little tense and probably referring to some of the other party attendees. It seemed like Taehyung stock out of norm and didn’t enjoy a lot of other people in a small space.

“Don’t worry. Yoongi is cool” Jungkook answered for Yoongi.

“Well, drinks are in the kitchen. HEY!! What are you? A caveman?” Some guy had now caught Taehyung’s attention. “Use a fucking coaster!”

“Guess you have your hands full,” Jungkook laughed.

“You have no idea,” Taehyung sighed “I’m literally going to kill Jimin after I teach this guy some etiquette” and just like that Taehyung was back in the midst of people slowly disappearing “Come on guys! The table is antique”

[21:43]

Yoongi was sitting alone on the couch next to a couple that were too invested in each other to even notice he was there, while Jungkook had gone to the kitchen to get them something to drink. Yoongi thought his seat on the couch was a good spot for observing the humans and maybe even spot one he himself could kiss, but he found it hard to concentrate due to the couple making out, which kept catching his eye. Maybe this was actually a good opportunity for him to learn about the way humans do kissing. The male was seated on the couch while the female was on his lap with her hands around his neck. The male’s hands were all over her, one minute they were in her hair, the next on her bare thighs or waist. The way the couple kissed was a lot different from the way the TV couples Yoongi had watched as reference did. The couch couple were much more engaged and almost animalistic in their movements and sounds. Yoongi had thought that the kisses he had seen portrayed in dramas were probably pretty accurate, but now he wasn’t too sure. He decided that the couch couple next to him was probably a better representation since they were not actors in a role. The both of them did seem to be very skillful.

“Hey creep!” Jungkook shouted as he returned with a drink in each hand. “Don’t drool on the carpet”

“I wasn’t” Yoogi corrected him as he received one of the drinks from him.

“Then stop perverting on them”

“I was just observing them,” Yoongi told him.

“Is what a pervert would say,” Jungkook joked.

[22:00]

“What about her?” Jungkook pointed at the crowd filled with dancing bodies. “She’s hot”

“I don’t think she’s what I’m looking for” Yoongi dismissed Jungkook’s suggestion.

“Are you for real?” Jungkook exclaimed. “Just look at her,” Yoongi took a closer look at the woman Jungkook was talking about. “She is definitely feeling it.” The woman in question was dancing closely with another guy to the rhythm of the song and seemingly enjoying the way all eyes were on her.

And Yoongi too caught himself staring at her for a bit longer than he did the other humans around him. Could she maybe be the one to make him feel?

“And then he left me!” A loud female voice sobbed from across the room and managed to steal Yoongi’s gaze away from the woman dancing.

Even to Yoongi it was clear that the woman crying was extremely upset and therefore also extremely emotional, Yoongi thought.

“I have to go after him” she cried out to her friend who was trying to console her. She was headed towards the door, and Yoongi couldn’t let an opportunity like this slip through his finger, so without much thought he ran through the crowd determined not to lose sight of the crying girl. This resulted in him taking a few hits as he made his way through the sea of people, but because he was so focused on reaching the girl in time, he didn’t notice who he bummed into.

[22:40]

“Do you think she could have gone home?”

“I think that’s very likely,” Jungkook said. “We’ll probably have much better odds at finding another girl crying her eyes out in Tae’s bath room, besides it’s fucking freezing out here”

“You go in,” The older said. “I’m just gonna take a few more rounds around the block”

“Suit yourself, pal,” Jungkook gave Yoongi a pad on his shoulder before he began running towards the building entrance.

Yoongi then began walking again, looking at every bypasser to see if it was the one that he was looking for. He eventually made his way to a convenience store where a young couple were standing closely up against one another.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” the guy said. “I’ll never do it again”

“You promise?” the girl said with teary eyes.

“Yes, I promise” The two of them now began kissing as well, and this time it looked exactly like in the k-dramas. Once again Yoongi was left not knowing how this act between two people was supposed to be performed, but he knew that the girl had stopped crying and it would therefore no longer make sense for him to also lock lips with her.

Yoongi began heading back to the building where the party was, hobing it wasn’t too late for him to find a human to kiss. He was about to cross the road when he noticed a woman walking in his direction. It looked like she was coming right at him, and the closer she got to him, the more apparent the look in her eyes became, a look Yoongi had never seen displayed on any human before.

[17:05]

“Y/N!” The sudden knock on the bathroom door almost caused you to slip in the shower stall out of surprise. You had gone straight to Teahuyng’s apartment after class in order to help him get ready for the night, on the condition that you could shower at his place. “I need you to go to the store with Jimin.” Taehyung's voice came from the other side of the door. You turned off the water which you immediately regretted now that your body was missing the warm embrace it was providing.

“Jimin is a big boy. Why do I need to go with him?” You complained, wishing desperately that you could stay in the shower until you had used all of Taehyung’s hot water.

“Because we both know that this big boy will end up only buying booze and forget all the practical stuff,” Taehyung argued. “Oh and you have the best taste in snacks”

“Aghh fine,” you sighed in defeat. “Just give me 10 minutes and I’ll be out, okay”

[17:26]

Even though you had borrowed Taehyung’s sweats for your quick trip to the store, you still found yourself clinging to Jimin’s left arm in hopes of stealing some of his warmth.

“Why are you only clingy when you gain something from it?” Jimin said with annoyance as you still hung off of him as you entered the store.

“Survival of the fittest, baby” you sent him a teasing smile, which he returned with an eye roll and an attempt to push you off, but you were stubborn and stronger than you looked, and if Jimin didn’t wanted to cause a scene right in the middle of the supermarket, he would have to let you stay right where you were.

As expected Jimin steered the two of you in the direction off the alcohol aisle first thing. You didn’t have much say in which and the amount of bottles Jimin so carefully picked out from the shelves with his free hand.

“This should do it,” Jimin finally said proudly after almost 15 minutes of picking and choosing.

“You do know that Tae only agreed to a small gathering, right?” You asked your friend in disbelief.

“Yes, but what’s the fun in that?” he said with a mischievous grin growing on his face.

“He is going to kill you” you tried to warn him, but Jimin seemed to care more about making this night one to remember (or rather forget) than his potential murder.

You knew there was no point in trying to talk some sense into Jimin so you just shrugged your shoulders and said “Whatever. It’s your funeral”

Once you made your way to the snack aisle of the store, it was now your turn to be in charge of what needed to be selected, which by the way was just as important as the liquor. You knew that the difference between a good party and a great party was the snacks, no doubt about it, so you always took your time when deciding which ones would be the perfect choice for the maybe not so small celebration of Taehyung. Chips was always a safe choice, everyone likes them and they won't leave you full but they’ll still be satisfying nonetheless. Now what flavours to choose? You knew it was always a good idea to have something with a lot of salt, so the sea salt flavoured ones would be the smart choice to go with, but personally you found them so boring. Popcorn was a much better option for a salty snack.

“Jimin, can you grab the popcorn for me?” Jimin did as you commanded and threw the box into the already filled shopping cart. Okay, back to choosing chips flavours. Your personal favourite was sour cream & onion, though controversial, but you had to admit it was hard to find a good dip to go with it. Maybe you should just stick to the classic that was cheetos.

“What do you think? Sour cream & onion or cheetos?” You asked for guidance.

“Uhm Y/N…”

“You’re right. We should just take boht” you said and grabbed the two bags of chips with your left hand from the lower shelf.

“What? No that’s not it” Jimin stammered hesitantly. When you looked up and in the direction of Jimin’s gaze, you understood why. On their way into the aisle, was your fuck buddy, or ex fuck buddy, with his other fuck buddy turned girlfriend holding his hand. You immediately made eye contact with Johnny and suddenly became super aware of the way you were still clinging to Jimin’s side. You tried to distance yourself from him, but it was now Jimin’s turn to not let go of you.

“Hey guys” Jisoo said in a cheerful tone as she and Johnny made their way over to you and Jimin. “Wow That’s some party you’re throwing” she giggled as she noticed the interior of your shopping cart.

“Oh yeah” you said “Taehyung got an internship so we’re celebrating. You should come”

“No we wouldn’t want to tag along” Johnny said for the first time.

“It’s fine, you wouldn’t. Right Jimin?” you looked to your friend for back up.

“Uhm sure,” he said “The more, the merrier”

“Okay, see you there then” Johnny sent you one last awkward smile before he and Jisoo went back to their own shopping.

[17:45]

“Now why would you invite them?” Jimin asked in all seriousness once you left the store.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked, trying to sound surprised by his question. “Johnny and Jisoo are cool, and I’m sure you’ve already invited a dosin of people”

“Yeah but they’re not my ex”

“Johnny is not my ex, though” you corrected him.

“You know what I mean,” Jimin said annoyed.

“So if you and I stop messing around, would you want me to not invite you to parties anymore?” you said teasingly.

“Shut up. You would miss me to much”

“In the bedroom or at the parties” you questioned him with a growing grin on your face.

“Both” he said confidently, and rightfully so. “But don’t you think it will be awkward?”

“It’s only awkward if we make it awkward” you told yourself.

“And you’re not the slightest bit jealous?”

“I’ve told you I’m not”

“You’re a fucking ice queen, you know that?” Jimin laughed at your seemingly lack of any human emotions.

“It’s one of my biggest virtues” you smiled at him.

“Except this ice queen is very bothered by the cold,” he joked before pulling you into his space again making sure you were warm.

[19:13]

“Is that what you’re wearing?” It slipped out of Taehyung when you stepped out of the bathroom where you had gotten ready. You looked down at the outfit you had brought with you from home and didn’t see why Taehyung would question it.

“Yeah, why? Anything wrong with it?” You asked.

“No, nothing wrong with it. It’s just a lot,” he clarified. “Or less, I guess” he grinned. You suppose he was right, but you had worn similar outfits in the past. The short skirt, showing of your legs and the skin tight top hugging your curves was nothing new.

“Yeah I know” you said “It’s kinda the whole point”

“Gonna show Johnny exactly what he’s missing” Jimin chimed in. Jimin wasn’t entirely wrong, but you were never going to admit that and it wasn’t like you had planned to run into him at the grocery store.

“No,” you said firmly “I picked this outfit out way before I knew Johnny was gonna be here”

“Johnny’s coming?” Taehyung asked with both a confused and concerned look on his face.

“And Jisoo,” Jimin said.

“Seriously!?” Taehyung whined “I told you guys not to invite friends”

“Whatever grandpa,” Jimin dismissed Taehyung’s words. “So tell me Y/N, if you’re not planning on making Johnny boy jealous, why the outfit then?”

“I always wear things like this” you tried to defend yourself.

“Yes, but not in the middle of winter, you don’t” Namjoon’s rational self joined the conversation that was unfolding. You were taken aback by Namjoon’s sharp optivational skills and searched your brain for a clever comeback or a perfectly rational reason for your decision to wear the revealing outfit, but nothing came to mind.

“I-l” you stammered “I don’t have to tell you anything” you said in defeat, knowing all too well that your friends would never let it go until you in fact told them.

“Let me guess then,” Jimin said with a devil-like expression on his face. “You plan to find Johnny’s replacement tonight” Fuck, you didn’t even realized that was what you were doing when you picked out what to wear. Why did Jimin have to know you better than you knew yourself at times?

Jimin took your silence as a sign that he had been right on the money. “Am I not enough for you?” he said, faux offended. “I’m hurt”

“Will you just shut up!” you exclaimed at his annoying teasing.

[21:26]

Hobi was a saint, that much you knew, and he had made it his life mission to make sure that you were okay, and tonight that meant never leaving your glass empty, especially everytime you would run into Johnny and Jisoo. Hobi would try to steer you in the opposite direction saying either you or he needed a refill. You appreciated your friend’s efforts to spare your feelings, but it really wasn’t necessary, you were fine. You had no reason to be anything but. You didn’t want what Johnny and Jisoo had, and you knew you could never give that to Johnny, so it was a good thing that they had found each other, you truly believed that. You tried to explain this to Hobi, but he still looked at you with pity in his eyes.

“Seriously Hobi, I’m fine” you reassured him “The only thing a feel is sorry for the poor guy trapped next to them on the couch as they make out” you sent Hobi the biggest smile you could plaster on your face to really convince him that everything was just fine. Hobi seemed to finally buy your words as he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to the living room that had become the unofficial dance floor. The amount of people in Taehyung’s small apartment made it difficult to fully unfold on the dancefloor, so you and Hobi opted for a more grinding close up at each other kind of dance.

This was nice, you had fun and was drunk off your ass, something you probably wouldn’t be able to do if you were in Jisoo’s position. You wondered if Jisoo would get jealous if she caught Johnny looking at you like this. You glanced over, and, wow, they were still going at it on the coach. Did they even care that there were others around them? Probably not. That was how it was to be in love. For a second you couldn’t help but think that it could have been you on Johnny’s lap if you had let him get close to you, blissfully unaware of your surroundings. It looked nice though, but no, that was not what you wanted. You liked your freedom and you liked simple, and one thing you knew was that once you gave that part of yourself, things stopped being simple. You liked how things were, and maybe you just needed someone new to remind you of that. That guy in the corner had been staring at you for a while now, not that you could blame him. You tried sneaking in a few glances at him to see if he was your type without being too obvious about it. You couldn’t get a proper look at him, but it didn’t really matter since he had this weird energy around him, which told you everything you needed to know about him.

“What are you doing?” Hobi had noticed the way your dancing now seemed a lot more calculated from only moments prior.

“7 o’clock” you whispered to him.

“What are you talking about?” Hobi asked over the music.

“The guy in the corn…” Wait where did he go? You looked around, your eyes searching through the room when your eyes landed on a moving silhouette who was charting towards you. Oh shit, he had finally gathered his courage and decided to come talk to you. “Okay stay calm,” you told yourself “you’re the ice queen, remember”. You straightened your back and pushed your chest slightly forward ready to show this guy exactly who he was up against.

“Hi, I-“ you were cut off before you could even get to the verb of your planned sentence. The guy had just walked straight past you, and bumping into your shoulder in the process. The fuck! Who did he think he was? Even if you had completely misinterpreted his intentions, the least he could do was apologize for the shoulder injury he had coursed in the collision.

“Man down. I repeat, man down” Jimin was dying of laughter because of the scene that had just unfolded in Taehyung’s living room. Seriously, why did Jimin’s annoying ass had to see you fail so miserably. You knew he would never let this go.

[22:56]

Upon your failure and the intense dancing session with Hoseok, you had lost most of your energy, and your feet and legs felt heavy. It seemed like Johnny and Jisoo had decided to move their make out session to somewhere more private since the couch was now all abbonned, and you saw a unique opportunity to get to sit down.

Like a sack of potatoes you fell into the soft cushions followed by Hobi, and for a brief moment you closed your eyes and leant back, but the moment soon passed as you could feel a pair of concerned eyes on your face. You forced your eyes to open again, and they of course were met with Hoseok’s.

“Are you okay?” he asked for the hundredth time that night.

“Yes, I just need to relax for a bit” you told him truthfully.

A cheeky smile appeared on your friend’s face “I might actually be able to help you with that” You looked at him with confusion painted on your face “Uhm okay that sounds kinda sketchy” Hoseok didn’t seemed to mind your weariness as he began to search the insides of his pockets.

“Tada!!” he cheered excitedly as he held out a neatly rolled blunt in front of your face. “This should do the trick”.

You didn’t normally smoke and the couple of times you had, it had been with Hobi. Both times you had been a giggling mess, which now that you thought about it wouldn’t be too bad. You could also need the relaxed and warm feeling you had experienced the other times you had gotten high.

“Fuck it,” You finally said. “You got a lighter?” But as Hobi fumbled after one, a dark looming figure appeared behind you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Shit! You jumped in your seat and nearly kicked over the bottles that were placed on the small coffee table.

“Uhm… N-nothing” you managed to stutter even though the evidence of what you were planning was still on full display in the palm of Hoseok’s hand.

“For fuck sake!” Taehyung exclaimed. “Do you want me to lose my depositum?”

“No,” Hoseok chimed in. “But don’t be such a party pooper. She needs this” The death glare Taehyung sent Hobi shut him up immediately.

“I’m so fucking stressed” he whined “But please just go outside” he almost pleaded. You would have felt sorry for him, but then you remembered he had made you go to the store with wet hair, something that was still causing you to shiver.

“But Tete it’s freezing outside” You tried to convince him, but there was no use in trying as he coldly responded with a “Not my problem.” And that was how you found yourself outside on the sidewalk in your miniskirt in the middle of winter trying to get high. Your hands were shaking as you tried to guide the blunt to your lips, which made it way more difficult than it needed to be. This made Hobi, who had just passed it to you, laugh uncontrollably. You found yourself starting to laugh along with him since it kinda dawned on you how ridiculous this whole situation was and how much of a fool you had made of yourself in the span of this night.

“What are you two maniacs laughing at?” Jimin and Namjoon had gone outside as well to get some fresh air, Jimin with some drunk girl under his arm and Namjoon with his red solo cup in hand.

“Y/N she’s,” Hobi said between giggles. “She’s fucking saking”

“Facts!” You yelled.

“You really should have worn something else” Mr. Know-it-all-Namjoon said.

“I know, I know, I’m a dumbass” you admitted.

“Yes you fucking are,” Jimin said “Want to borrow my jacket?” You looked him up and down before making eye contact.

“Won’t your friend be cold?” You referred to the girl haning to his side.

“Mhm…” He looked down at the girl. “You cold, baby girl?”

“No, daddy” she said with a sweet voice, and you couldn’t help but blur out a “Ew” upon hearing her nickname for Jimin.

“Someone’s in a bad mood,” Jimin teased. “And I bet it’s not entirely because of the cold” You knew he was referring to your brutal rejection in the living room.

“Listen the guy was in a hurry, okay,” you began to defend yourself. “If he wasn’t, he would have been all over me”

“You sure about that?” Hoseok annoyingly joined the conversation.

“Yes, not that it matters anyways. He was fucking rude. Lucky he got away before I could give him a piece of my mind.” You said seriously.

“Guess it’s your lucky day, then” Namjoon said and pointed to somewhere across the streets, and everybody’s heads turned to see what he had meant by his statement. You squeezed your eyes trying to see more clearly who it was standing alone on the other side of the street across from you. Something about the unidentified silhouette somehow drew you in, like a special energy. Wait a minute, it was him! The guy from earlier. Seriously, what were the changes?

“Now’s your chance,” Jimin dared you. Why did he have to know exactly how to get under your skin. You couldn’t stand to lose face once more that evening, so before you knew it you were crossing the street. And to be honest you were ready to go tell this guy exactly who he had been oh so rude to. On your way over you were gearing yourself up and practically fuming when you finally reached your destination, but that all disappeared once you found yourself standing face to face with the stranger and all the things you had planned to say in your head was completely gone the second the stranger had captured you with his gaze. He didn’t say or do anything, just looked at you, awaiting your first move.

“I-I uhm.. You” you stuttered trying to go somewhere with your words, but the man in front of you didn’t let you.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked abruptly which caught you off guard.

“What?” Were you hearing this correctly or were you just hearing what you wanted to hear.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” he asked nonchalantly. Was he really being serious, or was he just being a jerk like earlier? Your better judgement told you it was the latter, but you still found your body leaning in closer and closer to the man.

“Okay” you agreed mindlessly as you closed the gap between the two if you as he placed his hand on your cheek and began to move his lips gently over yours. As he did so, you were passively taking everything in, enjoying being kissed on the sidewalk on a winter's night by a stranger who seemed to know exactly how to use his lips. You rested your own hands on his slim waist, slightly tugging at his jacket, while you began to reciprocate his kiss. He tasted so deliciously, it made your head spin, and before you knew it you were eagerly kissing him back with everything you got. His lips parted ever so slightly and you felt both greedy and bold, and seized the opportunity to sneak your tongue passed his lips. He followed your lead perfectly as both of your tongues entangled themselves with one another. The contact with his tongue send a shiver down your spine nonetheless, but weirdly enough ever since you had entered his space, you had stopped shivering from the cold, a first for the night, and now the only thing that made you shiver was the warm bubbly feeling you felt inside every time his tongue would grace yours, making you muffle soft moans against his mouth. His kiss was intoxicating and addictive, and you just couldn’t get enough of it, and to your surprise, you were so desperate for more, but somehow you didn’t care to try and hide the fact. For some reason he had this power over him that made you lose all senses and better judgement.

The kiss was getting sloppier now as you found it hard to control yourself with him, but when he put his hand on your hip, you almost lost it completely as your skin was practically burning under his touch. Who was this guy, seriously? And why did he have the ability to get you this rilled up merely from just kissing? You didn’t care enough to break from his lips to ask, you just drank in every last bit of him, dreading the moment you would have to let go of him. He must be some kind of god of kissing to have you feel this way, since kissing was normally your least favourite part. It was more times than not just something to get out of the way before moving on to something more daring. This was so unlike you.

In a perfect world you wouldn’t have to let go of him, but you had to break from his lips to catch your breath, and as you pulled away from each other a string of saliva was still connecting you. Neither of you said anything, and Yoongi was looking at you like he was trying to solve a code. All of a sudden you felt shy under his intense stare as if you hadn’t just sucked his face.

Yoongi was the first one to break the silence. “Nothing,” he blurted out.

“I’m sorry, what?” you asked.

“I felt nothing,” he sounded disappointed. ”Just now”. And just like that you were back to being cold.

You opened your mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out, and much to your surprise he stripped himself of his jacket and placed it over your shoulders. “Here, this is better” he said matter of factly before he turned on his heel and started walking away without another word, leaving you dumbfounded. You would probably have stood like that until the sun came up if you hadn’t been pulled back to reality by the sound of your long forgotten friend’s laughter from across the street. This was really a miserable ending to a just as miserable evening.

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Crawl Home To you 

Summary: “For as long as I live, I will be yours. You're stuck with me, unfortunately for you. I’ll crawl home to you, always.” 

Pairing: 1940’s!Bucky x reader

Warnings: High levels of angst, explicit sexual content (+18), foreboding fluff… A possible part 2?

Word Count: 1.2K

Author's Note: So this was a little request from @sweeterthanthis I wrote a few months back. I’ve finally figured out the hashtags so, rewritten and set up for a part 2, this is the new and improved fic. Let me know if a sequel is something you would like to see here, because I have some ideas. 

You swore the world around you slowed down just a little bit the day you met Bucky. Things you wouldn't normally notice, now embedded into your mind, the memories seared into your soul like scratches on a record. Moments you would never forget. 

Like how his crystal blue eyes sparkled when he smiled and said your name. The way it fell from his lips melodically and with ease. Like it was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. Your heart swelled when he spoke it, and you thought you never wanted to hear another thing for all of your days. 

“Y/n.” He hummed against your neck, his warm breath bringing goosebumps in its wake. His hands roamed your naked form, bared for all of him to see. You were his for now and as long as he could have you. Only today was more imminent. Today he would leave, for however long and you needed to memorise his touch. Ingrain it in your memory so you’d never forget the way your whole body lit a flame when he hovered above you, his lips melting you from the outside, in. 

“Say it again.” You moaned, looking up at the man as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, taking you in. He was something out of folklore, something between real and angelic. If you could stay like this forever you could die a happy woman. The beautiful man buried between your thighs, his bare chest heaving as those mesmerizing stormy eyes rolled back in his head, completely blissed out. 

“Y/n…” He groaned, his hips bucking forward as you crumbled beneath him. Your whole body shook as he ground into you. Your arms laced around his neck watching in awe as he rode out his high. Seeing Bucky fall apart would be your demise, the familiar coil unraveling itself as he hit that sweet spot inside you pulling a scream from your lips. You didn't care if your neighbours judged your sinful ways or that you’d undoubtedly get dirty looks the next time you left your apartment. In his arms you would never have full control of yourself. 

And you only had today...

Waves of euphoria crashed over your body sending bolts of electricity to rip through your core as you clamped down on Bucky, his cock pulsing inside you as he let out a broken cry. Your name falling from his bruised lips, whining as he coated your walls with his hot pleasure. 

The room fell in a heavy silence, only your heavy breathing echoing around you as he rested his damp forehead on yours. His lips, slightly parted as he whispered his admiration for you against your flushed cheeks. It made your heart shatter into a million pieces. You knew however, when picking up the shards you wouldn’t truly be able to put it back together as it once was. Not after Bucky… 

You'd never be the same. 

A titlewave of emotion crashed over you as reality set in. It ripped you from your peace and hurled you into the thunderstorm of dread for what was to come. The moment you had prepared yourself for. Weeks of preparation and lingering kisses had led to this, but no matter how much you savoured the sweet taste of his lips, nothing was going to make this any easier. 

“Please,” You began, your eyes pleading with Buckys as he only shook his head. 

“Don’t say it, doll.” His broken voice only makes the lump in your throat choke you further. Many nights you’d lay awake wondering if, come morning, this would all have just been a dream. Bucky, his love, the way you felt whole when you were with him. And this time tomorrow that might be true. He would be no more tangible than a beautiful, heart breaking dream.  

“You don’t have to go, Bucky. You can stay. Stay with me.” You're voice wavered as a tear rolled down your cheek, searing the skin as it hit your pillowcase. You knew by morning the fabric would be soaked. 

“You know I have to go. We talked about this and-” 

You groaned, grabbing the pillow from beneath your head and holding it over your face in some attempt to save your dignity you knew you’d lose by the end of the night. You could hear the soft chuckle that vibrated out of Bucky’s chest as he pulled you against his body. There was so much you still needed. Time you would never have. The unknown was so dark and crippling, a million ‘what if’s’ spiralling around you. 

“I know we did. I know that… But nothing could have prepared me for how truly hard this would be.” You signed, trying your very best to not cry. You couldn't have this being what Bucky remembered. Lots of men went to war, and lots came back…

But what if-

No.

You couldn’t think that way. Bucky was strong. Stronger than most. And he would write to you, of this you were sure. He would be okay. You both would. 

“Petal,” He hummed, pulling the pillow away from your face and replacing it with his lips on your forehead. “For as long as I live, I will be yours. You're stuck with me, unfortunately for you. I’ll crawl home to you, always.” 

Your heart swelled at his words, tears freely streaming down your face now as you laced your arms around his neck. His lips rested on your shoulder, peppering your skin with chased kisses as he hummed a melody that would forever live in your mind. Your first dance. The night you had met all those months ago. The memory, now blurry and convoluted but the way he looked at you that night was still ingrained in your soul. So suave and carefree. Like the war raging outside your windows was miles away. Like nothing had ever touched his heart before you. 

“Bucky…” You spoke delicately, choosing your next words carefully as to not ruin yourself. 

“Y/n…” He moked your tone, his eyes filling with concern as your words halted in your throat, choking the air of your lungs. 

“Bucky, I…” You tried to say it. You really did, and yet somehow they were lost in the space between honesty and cruelty. Did you really? Was it the only way you thought he would stay? 

“My sweet girl. As if it had to be said.” He murmured, his lips crashing down onto yours, the salty taste of your tears mingling with his sweet tongue as your bodies melted together. Come sunrise he would take his leave, but for now you had him. For now would be enough. 

And in the weeks to follow you would try to convince yourself that was true. As you walked though the world without the man who had taken your body and soul. Who had crept into the deepest corners of your mind and layed down to rest. He would always follow you. Always find a way to remind you of the three words you never quite had the courage to speak allowed. Lost, but never again to be found. 

A promise unspoken and yet broken all the same.