Slow Dance

Slow dance

Warnings: Yandere! Yoongi, death(?) asshole reader,

Art! Au. This will be a (kinda) series, it's gonna be about how BTS obsesses over reader, this is kinda based off a request I got from @middlech1ld (you'll see in the future chapters) I got the idea from them, u inspired me so much. And yes, your invited to the wedding, your the priest.

Yoongi knew that you weren't good for him, everybody saw that. It was a fact, a fact that made him mad. All that yoongi wanted was you, y/n. A small town girl that could brighten the sad gleam in the local widows eyes. He was confused, dazed by the sweet scent of your perfume. Lips painted roes bud pink that sparkle with the lick of your tongue.

Rage filled the young man as he saw you dancing with that one boy, park jimin. A frail boy that could dance like the swan on its last toe. Really quite a amazing artist.

You both were dance majors at the local art academy, everyone was talented there, no one could stand out but you and fucking park jimin. Both in contemporary and ballet, you both made the teachers fear of losing there low paying job, thinking that they would lose it to someone more qualified for the job. Someone better than you.

Yoongi on the other hand was a music major, playing the guitar and writing music on paper. Occasionally playing the piano, though that was an old hobby of his.

Often yoongi would write music about a girl that captured his dreams and even nightmares. A girl dancing to a dark song orchestrated by a man that no one knew.

All that he knew was that when you danced you were a art piece, would have painted it himself but didn't go to the art program,did he. Painting your body arching like a bridge small nimble hand lifted up into a curve, legs thrown up and neck craned with a chin tilting up.

A angel graced opon imbeciles.

People always have said 'beautiful people are only beautiful if they are on the inside as well'.

That's a fucking lie.

When yoongi saw you, all he saw was beauty. He knew how you were.

Mean.

He saw how you manipulated those boys into beating up someone that disagreed with you in historical art, saying "Frida kahlo did not have a female lover, she had a husband."

You could tell a outrageous lie and get away with it, that's how much people loved you.

His love ran deeper that blood than itself, his loyalty. Everything he had done was for you.

It was better that way.

But, you were in pain, vary much pain. Not physically, that comes with being a dancer, your body is always sore, pangs of sudden ache and prickling happend day after day.

After a while pain stoped you, fading into the seeping ground.

Along with the ashes of your fears.

Yourself included.

How do you feel about this request: yandere (Jungkook, Jimin or Taehyung) is obsessed with their darling. The darling knows them but doesn’t know about his obsession for them. (Could be classmates, coworkers, neighbours, etc) One day the darling decides to cut their hair short. The yandere loses their mind, feeling like they ruined their perfect image and they’re very upset by the sudden change out of the blue? They scold their darling and are furious, and in their anger they also confess how in love they are with them?

If you’re not feeling this scenario, please let me know! I’ll think of something else c:

Yes! I love this! I'll post it in 2 days or so!

26-year-old Jamarion Robinson’s grandmother Beverly Nixon said her grandson was bipolar and schizophrenic. Still got shot 76 (!!!) times. Would a white person get the same treatment?

The witness said he saw more than a dozen patrol cars at the complex where US Marshals killed Robinson on August 5, 2016. Why were there no behavioral specialist? Surely one of them would know how to interact with a bipolar schizophrenic better than the police.

I’m absolutely disgusted.

Here’s Jamarion’s mother’s GoFundMe in case anyone is willing to help.

#JusticeForJamarion   #BlackLivesMatter

Stairway to hell

I wrote this in 10 minutes LMFAO beware.

WARNINGS: death and obsessive tae

Sorry for the misspelling

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In his dreams he saw smoke and gleaming eyes, forest and the trees. With a girl, who didn't know who she was. She was on a rode that she couldn't change and it made him wonder, what was going on in her head. Down the rode of sadness and loneliness. Her shadow making him fall for her. Her eyes and in all there blankness. Darkness trailing in her path with him fallowing the darkness. Being drowned in the darkness, the sadness that escaped her pores. She wants to be set free, with something that can be her calling.

Taehyungs love fallows the darkness within her body. He can't stop, she's gonna be his.

Now, tae fell into the darkness.

"I want you all to myself" he cried

No one hearing his crys, the crystal tears falling from his face. "All I want is you, y/n!"

Sometimes the only thing that you can talk to is the dead. He wrote poems to her, some telling her how much he wanted her, others whispering from the page what he wants to do to her.

But, the things how can she read if she's dead? Did he read to her in the dead of night?

The only thing he could do was read them to her. The dead corpse decomposing in his shady apartment on skid row, the smell wafting through the air was like a prison and a promise. The prison not being with her and the promise, walking to her down the stairwell to hell. The dark hallway and the dark rooms collecting the sins of others along with hers, the only ones he excepted.

This is what got me to laugh and blush at the same fucking time- @pluviokook

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