1 clock in the morning or so

Gone (Part 2)

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This part is majorly inspired by From The Dining Table

The phone rang a few times before the other line picked up.

“Bloody hell … Harry? It’s six o’clock in the morning,” Gemma groaned, he’d obviously woken her up, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is it Mum?”

His heart felt like lead in his chest, “Sorry for wakin’ yeh, I just …”

“You what, Harry?”

“Can I come see you?”

He felt her tone change through the phone, even though they were miles apart, “You know that answer, you’re always welcome over ‘ere,” she consoled him, “What’s wrong?”

Tears stung in his eyes again, suddenly being hit with the reality of the situation.

“It’s too much to speak of over the phone,” his voice cracked, “I’ll be up in a few hours.”

“Alright, I’ll be here,” Gemma sounded worried, “Please be safe, Harry.”

“Will do,” Harry said with a sigh, and hung up the phone.

His head was still pounding from his poor decisions the night before, and he couldn’t stop mulling over their conversation. Part of him hated leaving her in such a rush and with so much bitterness – he knew her better than anyone else. He knew how to comfort her when she was scared or miserable, he knew how she liked to be held, he knew what he could do to try and help her back up onto her feet. But now, she was alone. Did she deserve it?

… That is what Harry was battling with. She’d gone behind his back. She was the one who had brought it upon herself. She made the choice to do something like this. It made him feel like she should be hurting, like she should be guilty, because he certainly wasn’t the one responsible.

Or was he?

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JuminZen week

Day 6: Cherry Blossoms Festival // Food

This is still from the same universe as the other days have been but it’s quite a bit further (well over a year) into the relationship. Enjoy Zen failing at baking for his boyfriend on Valentine’s Day! Other days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 7

(2588 Words)

Zen had always been a bit extravagant. In fact, ‘a bit’ was very much an understatement. Zen was a drama queen, hopeless romantic and very much over the top person, so when it came to Valentine’s Day, he definitely was not prepared to do anything ‘low-key’.

Unfortunately, his boyfriend had to work until at least six o’clock, so he was pretty limited as to what he could do. Having finished early morning rehearsals at ten, however, Zen was ready to spend the day making some heart shaped pancakes for Jumin before the two went out for a Valentine’s day walk in the forest where he would- never mind. That would all depend.

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baby, my baby | 04

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count: 3.3 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!

part one  ↠ ↠ previous part ↠ part four next part (coming next week!)

Your sleep schedule had completely shifted during the past week. Staying up late to wait for Jungkook to return home after tucking Hyunwoo into bed, and waking up early to fix breakfast for both of them reduced the amount of sleep you got per night.

After minutes of convincing, you were able to put Hyunwoo to bed, who was persistent on staying up to wait for Jungkook. You rubbed your eyes, a yawn leaving your lips. The clock read 1AM. You let out an exhale.

Before leaving this morning, Jungkook mentioned that he would be coming late due to a company dinner as it was a Friday. You just didn’t expect him to come later than midnight. Dragging your feet to the living room, you sat down on the sofa and hugged your legs to your body. The house was empty. Dark too.

“Ah… I’m so sleepy,” mumbling to yourself, you ran your fingers through your hair. This sort of situation would be what people would call ‘being sleep deprived but unable to sleep’. The clock hands now pointed to 1:15AM. Letting out a sigh, you rubbed your face with your cold hands in attempt to rid yourself of the sleepiness slowly starting to envelope you.

Where was Jeon jungkook? How come he hasn’t come home when it was past 1AM?

You frowned, thinking of how to lecture him when he got home. You averted your gaze away from the clock hanging on the wall, deciding not to count the seconds going by, and shut your eyelids. A few minutes had passed when you heard the click of the digital door lock echoing across the house. Your eyes shot open as you turned to look at the door.

The doorlock buzzed multiple times, the person on the other side of the door entering the password wrong consecutively. Rolling your eyes, you got up from the sofa and trudged towards the door, letting out a low grunt. What is that bastard doing? He could wake Hyunwoo up.

Irritatedly dragging your feet towards your door with scolding words on the tip of your tongue, you unlocked the door yourself and swung it open, to be met with a completely wasted Jungkook. He took a step forewards, but lost his balance and fell forward. You immediately held him up, grimacing at the proximity of Jungkook’s face to yours and at his alcohol smelling breath.

“Are you crazy? Do you know what time it is right now?” You grabbed his sleeve and pulled him in, quietly closing the door behind you. He swayed as he walked, and you slung his arm over your shoulder and pulled him to his room. It was a wonder how he made it home. You would’ve expected him to have passed out on the way if he was this drunk. Jungkook sighed loudly, exhaling into your face. The strong smell of beer filled your nostrils. You knitted your eyebrows together as you felt a migraine coming along.

Managing to get him to his room, he fell face-first on his bed. The suit on his shoulders was on the verge of slipped off, so you pulled him up by his arm and forcefully began stripping him of his jacket. Jungkook struggled, whining and stirring around with his eyes half-lidded.

“Look at this fucker,” you muttered under your breath, putting the jacket aside and helping Jungkook into a more comfortable position on the bed. As you were pulling the cover from under his body with much struggle, he began incoherently mumbling under his breath. Raising an eyebrow, you tugged away the cover with one last grunt, then pulled it over his body and tucked it under his body.

“…Y/N.” Just as you were about to walk away, you halted your steps at hearing your name. Turning around, you looked at Jungkook whom was stirring in his sleep. Clamping your lips tightly, you folded your arms on your chest. “I’m… sorry.” A pause. “I know I shouldn’t be doing… this,” he exhaled loudly.

The beating of your heart echoed in your ears. Biting the inside of your cheek, you shakily exhaled as you shut your eyes tight. You kept silent.

“I’m sorry… for what I did before… years ago and-… for what I’m doing now…” You licked your dry lips, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. “But… please, I just want you to know… I never meant to hurt you Y/N.” A small sob left your lips, and you covered your face with your hands to muffle the sounds coming out of your mouth.

You felt your cheeks turn wet from your the tears trailing down your face, and you bit down on your bottom lip to stop your sobs. “But… why did you ignore me back then… at the park…? Why did you pretend… to not know me…? …It hurts.”

Shaking your head at no one in particular, you furiously wiped away your tears and sniffled. Your eyes trailed back to Jungkook whom was crouching in a fetal position on the bed, hugging himself. Clenching your fists, you stumbled across your words. “B-Because years ago,” you hiccuped, “it was the reason you broke up with me. You-you broke up with me after getting caught by your co-worker with me. You yelled at me and cursed me- saying that I was a m-mistake. You said you never wanted to be seen with me again.”

Your cries filled the silent room, but you continued, “I’m still scared…. Scared o-of doing this, all of this. I’m scared of how I’m starting to feel for you again. How could you do this to me?” But by the time you had finished speaking, soft snores were already leaving Jungkook’s lips. Looking at him wearily with tear-filled eyes, you wiped the remaining tears away and left his room, your feet softly padding against the cold floor.

The pounding in your head became more intense. Bunching the material of your shirt in your fists, you sighed before softly closing the door to your bedroom behind you, careful not to wake Hyunwoo up. A sigh fell past your lips as you lips as you regretted staying up to wait for him.

That night, you lay awake for hours in the darkness before falling asleep as the sun started to rise.


Jungkook awoke to a loud cry echoing across the house. He winced at the loud noise before he immediately shot up from his sleep. With half lidded eyes, he let out a groan at the ear-splitting headache, raking his hand through his dishevelled hair. The bright light shone through the windows, causing him to squint at the sudden brightness. A long wail would be heard from across the corridor, and he grimaced as he felt the sudden sound worsen his headache.

He licked his lips, trying to recall his memories of last night. Jungkook remembered drinking out late with his co-workers. Drinking a lot. Then… he somehow managed to come home with the help of his lowerclassmen. Then the rest was unclear.

A frustrated exhale left his lips, rubbing his sleep-ridden eyes while knitting his eyebrows at the pounding in his head — not to mention the loud wails, sounding like a child’s—!

His eyes shot open in realization that the bawls belonged to Hyunwoo, and quickly stood up from the bed and moved his steps to Hyunwoo’s room. He was lying on his stomach on the bed as incoherent and high pitched cries left his mouth. As he screamed, he kicked his legs and flailed his arms about in hysteria.

Jungkook held him by the waist and pulled him into his chest, arms wrapped around his shaking body. “Hyunwoo baby, what’s wrong?” His voice came out croaky, throat feeling extremely dry.

“…M-Mommy… W-Where is-is Mommy?” sobbed Hyunwoo, his small body spasming from hiccups. Jungkook attempted the calm the distressed boy by gently patting his back, moving his hair out of his glassy beady eyes. Hyunwoo looked up at him through his teary eyelashes, tears overflowing in his eyes and flowing in streams down his cheeks.

“Mommy?” asked Jungkook, completely clueless of what Hyunwoo was asking. However Hyunwoo couldn’t reply, out of breath from crying. He only buried his face into his chest, small hands reaching to grab the material of his shirt that was still wearing from last night, shoulders wracking from his unceasing sobs.

Jungkook’s lips parted slowly as the realization of the reason Hyunwoo was crying was because he woke up to nobody besides him on the bed. ‘Where is that woman? I told her he would cry if this happened…’ he thought, a gentle smile on his lips as he looked down at the child in his arms, crying in his embrace.

Hugging Hyunwoo, he shuffled his feet to the living room and looked in the kitchen, expecting you to be there, preparing breakfast for the two of them and ready to scold him for coming home late last night.

However, he was met with an empty kitchen. Raising his eyebrow, he walked to the study, thinking you were there, sitting in his desk and indulged in a new book. But once again, you were nowhere to be found. Jungkook’s eyebrows were furrowed together, searching the rooms for you, frown deepening as you were nowhere in sight.

He bit down on his lower lips, gaze trailing down to the crying Hyunwoo in his arms, and internally groaning. Where had you ran off to so early in the morning?

“Let’s go look for mommy. Stop crying baby,” cooed Jungkook, stroking Hyunwoo’s hair as he hushed his cries. Hyunwoo’s sobs ceased, swallowing before nodding slightly — cheek rubbing against Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook pulled him away from his embrace, brushing the strands of his hair stuck to his forehead and wiped the remaining tears around his eyes away. Then, he puckered his lips and brought his finger to point at them.

"Give Daddy a kiss.” He instructed, causing Hyunwoo to giggle slightly. Hyunwoo’s tiny hands held Jungkook’s cheeks as he pulled his face closer to him and gave him a light peck. Satisfied, Jungkook gave him a grin and hugged him into his embrace again. "Let’s go to Mommy.”

At this, Hyunwoo let out an overjoyed titter and excitedly bounced up and down in Jungkook’s hold. As Jungkook dressed himself and Hyunwoo to go out, he paused whist buttoning Hyunwoo’s shirt at an unexpected question. “Daddy, does Daddy like Mommy?”

His round gleaming eyes stared up at Jungkook, awaiting his reply. A tight lipped smile formed on Jungkook’s face as he averted his gaze away from him, going back to buttoning up his shirt. After seconds of silence, Hyunwoo still waiting for a reply, he bit the inside of his cheek before licking his lips to speak.

“Of course, Daddy likes Mommy. Just like Daddy likes Hyunwoo.” Jungkook only barely managed to collect his words to reply to Hyunwoo’s abrupt question. He wished Hyunwoo would not ask about it further after he had given him a reply.

“Then how come Daddy doesn’t kiss Mommy?” He silently exhaled, finishing the last button and moving onto dressing him into a pair of shorts. Furrowing his eyebrows, he contemplated on what the best answer would be. His mind was completely blank at the questions Hyunwoo was asking him. As Jungkook wouldn’t reply to him, he started to speak, “In the book Mommy read for Hyunwoo yesterday, it said Mommy and Daddy kiss when they like each other.”

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, zipping up Hyunwoo’s pants and holding his hand and walking out to the living room. Unable to answer, he ignored his questions. “Let’s go. We have to find Mommy quickly.” Instantly, he jumped up onto his feet and ran with tiny strides to put on his shoes, Jungkook slowly following after him.

Different to Hyunwoo whom had completely forgotten about what he was asking Jungkook minutes ago at the mention of looking for Mommy, Jungkook’s mind was filled with troubled thoughts. When Hyunwoo skipped on his feet, looking back at Jungkook and flashing him a wide smile that made his eyes crinkle into crescents, he was unable to return a smile.


Jungkook sat in the driver seat, brows furrowed as he stared at the screen of his phone. He had called you multiple times, even sending you multiple texts — yet he was redirected to the receiver every time, while his texts were unread. The more times he pressed on the green call button besides your name, his frown deepened.

Glancing up at the rear mirror, he saw Hyunwoo sitting calmly in his booster seat in the backseat, occupied with staring outside of the window. He let out an irritated exhale. ‘Why isn’t Y/N even answering her phone?’ Jungkook started to grow worried, first you leaving without a word, and then not answering his calls.

His fingers frantically tapped on his screen, biting his bottom lip between his teeth as he placed a call, bringing his phone up to his ear. Jungkook’s finger repeatedly tapped the steering wheel, looking into the distance in anxiety.

As soon as they picked up, he quickly spoke, “Jimin? It’s Jungkook. Is Y/N at your place right now?”

“Jungkook? Yes she is. Could you pick her up?” Relief washed over his body, as he let out a long exhale. “She came and knocked on my door at fucking six in the morning.” He immediately started the engine, glancing at the rear mirror again.

“I’ll be there right away.” As soon as he ended the call, he stepped on the pedal and drove his car out of the carpark, driving past other cars at a slightly faster speed. ‘That troublesome girl…’

After only about five minutes, he arrived at Jimin’s apartment complex. He was only able to come this quickly due to still being able to remember the address untill now. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he speedily stepped out of the car. He helped Hyunwoo out of his seat and lifted him out of the car, holding him to his chest as he walked up the stairs to Jimin’s house in quick strides. Slightly out of breath from climbing up the flight of stairs while carrying Hyunwoo, he panted, catching his breath before pressing the doorbell.

“Mommy, Hyunwoo is here!” Hyunwoo yelled as soon as Jungkook did, flailing around in his embrace, asking to be put down. Jungkook complied, helping him to the ground before knocking on the door.

“Hey Jimin, it’s Jungkook. Could you open the door?” He could hear hushed voices from the other side, and he could make out that the voices belonged to you and Jimin. You were panicked, yelling at Jimin in a hushed manner about why he told Jungkook you were here even when you were purposely avoiding answering his calls.

Jungkook heard the scrambling of feet near the doorway, one person rushing to open the door, and the other attempting to stop him. But the door soon swung open to reveal Jimin forcefully holding the door open while you were pulling at his arms for him to let go of the door handle.

Your hands dropped to your sides when you saw Jungkook staring at you through the door that was open ajar, and released your grip on Jimin’s arm — who then smiled in victory before opening the door wider for the two of them to come in.

As soon as Jimin held open the door and stepped aside to let them inside, Hyunwoo yelled, “Mommy!”

“O-Oh, Hyunwoo! You’re here?” You stammered, watching him run towards you and wrap his arms around your legs. He let out a loud laugh, rubbing his face against your thigh. You forced a smile onto your lips, pulling Hyunwoo up to hug him when he spread his arms open, asking to he held.

Jungkook also stepped in, crossing his arms on his chest as he stared at you. You immediately averted your gaze, biting down on your lip. Trying to focus on Hyunwoo, who was wrapping his arms around your neck, you forced yourself to grin as Hyunwoo brought his lips to peck yours.

“Why did you leave so early in the morning without saying anything?” Jungkook’s tone was stern, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Jungkook, especially after what had happened yesterday. “And, why didn’t you answer your phone? Do you know how many times I called you? I thought something had happened to you!”

You had only left the house in attempt to clear your mind, trying to get rid of the troubling thoughts Jungkook’s words had left you with yesterday. Ending up coming to Jimin’s house, as it was the only place you could really think of you going to, you ignored Jungkook’s calls and texts as you wanted a few more hours to yourself. Only, you didn’t expect Jungkook to call Jimin and come looking for you like this.

Growing annoyed at you who didn’t say anything in reply to him, he grabbed your wrist and forcefully pulled you out of Jimin’s house, a small yelp leaving your lips as you quickly muttered an apology to Jimin and hugged Hyunwoo tighter in your embrace. He dragged you behind him all the way until you reached his car, sitting you down on the backseat with Hyunwoo.


The car ride was silent, and even Hyunwoo seemed to sense the thick tension. You licked your dry lips, eyes fixated on your lap as you played with the hem of your shorts. Feeling Jungkook’s gaze on you — him constantly glancing up at the rear mirror to look at you — you shakily exhaled.

Hyunwoo spoke quietly, breaking the silence, “Does Mommy like Daddy?” You blinked at Hyunwoo’s question in confusion. Jungkook too, tried his eyes up at the mirror to observe your flustered reaction to the question that he had been asked earlier today too. And just like Jungkook reacted when he was asked, you raised your head  to look at him, keeping silent for a few seconds and awkwardly struggled to collect your words. You were clueless about what sort of answer would be best. Humming, you thought carefully as you brought your hand up to stroke his hair.

It was only normal that a mother and father of a child would love each other. That was the only standard relationship between the two of them, yet you didn’t know how to reply. Hyunwoo called his mother, and you treated him like a mother would treat a child. Yet you weren’t.

“Of course! Just like Mommy likes Hyunwoo, Mommy also likes Daddy.”

“But then why doesn’t Mommy kiss Daddy? Like in the storybook Mommy read Hyunwoo!” At the unexpected question you didn’t know the answer to, you gave him a tight lipped smile before attempting to avoid his question.

“Hyunwoo, Mommy is very tired. Mommy wants to sleep,” you yawned, feigning tiredness. Hyunwoo nodded his head quickly, saying ‘Mommy can sleep’ before entwining his fingers with yours. Shutting your eyes, you leaned your back your head back. Biting down on your lower lip, you held back a sigh.

Hyunwoo was slowly growing up.

what were you dreaming about?



word count: 1,242

**warning: SMUT**

My first time staying the night at Shawn’s, I was awoken by what I thought was Shawn talking. I rolled over and looked at the clock, thinking it was morning. However, it was only midnight. I thought I had heard Shawn’s voice, which made me think it was morning already. I rested my head on the pillow again and my head sunk into it. Not long after drifting back to sleep, I heard Shawn once more. He spoke softly, but he was normally not one to talk in his sleep, or so he said. Then, I heard what he was saying.

“You’re so tight, Y/N.” Shawn moaned lowly. My eyes widened at what I heard. I rolled over to inspect, to see if what I thought was happening was actually happening. I pulled the blanket back slowly, trying my hardest to not wake him. Shawn was still sound asleep, but groaning my name with his large hand palming his erection. I nearly gasped at what I saw. Of course Shawn and I’d had sex before, but this was an exciting event for my first time staying the night at Shawn’s place.

I tried to wait it out, tried to wait to see if Shawn’s moans would cease. However, they did not. At least ten minutes had passed and he was still moaning my name along with, I’ll admit, quite filthy dirty talk. I reached to move Shawn’s hand from his length. I now rested my hand over him and began to kiss his jawline. I kissed sweetly, pressing my lips hard against his skin. With no response to my kisses, I decided to press my lips against Shawn’s skin more lustfully. My tongue slipped between my lips and glided over his cheek and a small amount of stubble hairs. My mouth hovered over Shawn’s ear. I exhaled deeply, not really knowing what to say.

“Shawn, wake up.” I said. From what Shawn has previously told me, he was a light sleeper. This was evidently true because as soon as I spoke to him, he woke up.

“Hmm?” He hummed. I smirked thinking about what I was going ask him. He hadn’t realized the position of my hand over his crotch yet or that my leg was draped over his. I sat up in bed and looked down at Shawn, who looked so sleepy at the moment.

“What were you dreaming about?” I asked, giggling slightly. I waited for a reaction that was delayed because of Shawn being only halfway awake. Even with how dark the room was, I could still see Shawn’s eyes widen thanks to the bright moon shining in through the blinds.

“What?” He questioned, acting like he didn’t hear or understand me.

“You know what I said.” I smirked at him. The cool glow of the moon through the window still allowed me to see Shawn’s cheeks turn a deep, flushed shade of pink. I placed my hand on Shawn’s lower abdomen, which was thankfully bare.

“You.” He said bluntly, as if that weren’t obvious. Shawn looked genuinely embarrassed but hearing the way he whimpered my name made me ache for him. “How much did you hear?” When I told him I had been listening for a while, his flesh turned even redder. He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

“So what exactly was I doing in this dream you were enjoying so much?” I asked Shawn finally. He looked up at me, into my eyes.

“Riding me,” he gulped. I had never done that before, so it was understandable why he would dream that. I pictured the thought of riding Shawn, me being in complete control. I felt myself grow wetter, moisture pooling in my panties. I moved over Shawn, moving one leg over one side of his body and the other leg to the other side. I looked up into his eyes when my fingers reached the waistband of his boxers. He nodded his head swiftly and I pulled the fabric off of him.

Shawn now laid below me completely nude and already with a full hard on. His long fingers tugged at the lace of my underwear then tossed them to the side. I hovered over his length before rubbing my slick folds up and down him. I nearly moaned when I moved up just barely too far and the head of his cock almost slipped into me. At this point, Shawn and I were beyond ready. Shawn reached over to his nightstand for a condom. He quickly tore it open and rolled it on.

My small hand wrapped around the base of his length. I lined Shawn up with my entrance and sunk down onto him. He bottomed out on the very first thrust, causing us to whimper in unison.

“In my dream you didn’t have a shirt on.” Shawn breathed out but chuckled while telling me. I rolled my eyes at him then threw my shirt at him. He caught it and threw it to the floor. I placed my hands on his upper abdomen and gripped onto him. My hips moved up then back down slowly to take in all of his cock.

Shawn’s hands gripped onto my thighs while I bounced on him. I kept the pace slow, trying let this last as long as possible. Shawn became impatient with the speed and thrusted his hips up. I looked up at him and saw droplets of sweat dripping down his forehead and that his hair was getting damp already. He still bucked his hips up, meeting me halfway with my thrusts.

“So tight and wet, baby.” Shawn groaned. I moaned as well when Shawn hit just the right spot. I rode him at the same angle so his cock would keep hitting that same spot. I became a moaning mess with my legs shaking, barely able to keep riding Shawn. Every roll of my hips was quick and sloppy as I came closer to my orgasm. I leaned over Shawn’s body. I pressed my lips to his while still rolling my hips onto him, bouncing on his length.

“I’m, oh fuck, I’m so close.” I whimpered. Shawn’s large hands grasped my breasts since they were basically right in his face. His thumbs teased my nipples and the extra sensation and pleasure sent me right over the edge to my orgasm. Shawn felt my walls spasm around his dick, letting him know I had orgasmed, if the sobs and moans hadn’t already.

Shawn thrusted up into me as I was too exhausted to do much more. I was so sensitive and Shawn’s sloppy thrusts didn’t help the matter. After a few rushed thrusts, he also came. I felt a spurt of warmth fill the condom as Shawn’s thrusts ceased. He kissed my forehead after pulling out of me. Then he left to go clean up and I remained laying underneath the sheets and blanket.

I was aware of Shawn being back in the bed by the mattress sinking in next to me and then his warmth behind me. Neither one of us bothered putting on clothes before we went back to sleep. Shawn sweetly pecked my cheeks before cuddling up to me.

“That was the best sex we’ve ever had, or at least I thought so.” I told him.

“So much better than my dream.” Shawn murmured. I laughed at him before saying our goodnights, then falling asleep soon after.

Before We Were Us (Part 5)

Summary: The story of how you and Zach first met and became a couple

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning: Fluff

A/N: Sorry for the late write up. This weekend was crazy busy with graduation and all. But nevertheless, tags are open, so let me know if you’d like to be tagged. Feedback is always appreciated and encouraged through the comments, ask box, or my personal messages. I would really love to hear from you guys

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Originally posted by gabstatoes

It was starting to get late, but you and Zach had to finish this project. It was due in a couple of days, but you didn’t want to procrastinate. Zach would often invite you over to his house to go over your biology homework, but you would politely decline his offer; however, tonight was different. Your parents and Zach’s mom and sister were all out of town for the next few days providing you and Zach an opportunity to finish the project free of distractions.

“And now we are done with this bitch,” you announced as you wrote down the label for the rough endoplasmic reticulum and stuck it in the Styrofoam structure of an animal cell.

“Wow,” smiled Zach, “I never thought this would have taken as long as it did,”

You glanced over at the clock to find that it was almost 1 in the morning. “Yeah, neither did I,” you yawned and stretched your arms in the air, “I guess I should get back home,”

“Just spend the night here,” Zach insisted, “I don’t want you to ride your bike all the way back home. Who knows what’s out there this time of night,”

You gave his suggestion a thought. It would be better for you to stay here so you didn’t have to go all the way home and stay there by yourself. However, the only problem that you had was a change of clothes. What would your classmates think if you walked into school with the same clothes that you had on the day before? The whispers about the “slap heard around Liberty High” had just subsided and you didn’t want anybody else to talk about you for the rest of your life.

“Okay, I’ll stay,” you started. You saw Zach smile that beautiful genuine smile from when you first talked to him. That smile made you smile as well, but you needed to set some ground rules. “I’ll stay, but you need to take me home before we head off to school so I can change my clothes,”

“Absolutely,” Zach understood. “Do you need something to sleep in?” he stammered slightly.

“Yeah, a shirt and some shorts would be fine,”

Zach got up from his desk chair and went through his dresser drawer to find one of his Liberty basketball shirts and a pair of his basketball shorts. You thanked him as he brought them to you and went to his adjoining bathroom to change clothes. Once you put on Zach’s shirt it felt like a dress as it came down to your knees. His scent on his clothes was intoxicatingly good. He smelled of a subtly scent of mint that was present, but not completely overpowering. You tried to put on the shorts but they wouldn’t stay on your waist, so you stopped trying to put them on.

You opened the bathroom door to find Zach putting everything away. He had already pulled the sheets off his bed for you to sleep in. You knew he was sweet, but you never knew he was so considerate. He tried to make everything as comfortable for you as possible, and it was heartwarming. You cleared your throat to grab his attention and his head shot up as he had bent down to pick up his and your project.

“Hey,” he said as he put the model of the animal cell on his desk, “I, uh, fixed the bed for you. I’ll just grab a pillow and a blanket and sleep downstairs,”

You decided to test the waters a little bit. The two of you had been growing closer since you had gotten partnered up for class. You even mentioned to him that you wanted to try out for the basketball team and he offered to help you. You just wanted to make sure that your gut was right that he might even like you a little bit, than to be wrong and he rejects you creating a sense of awkwardness between the two of you.

“Uh,” you struggled to find the right words, but you still managed to have his full attention, “you don’t have to sleep downstairs. We can sleep in the same bed, you know if that’s okay with you,”

There it was again, that sweet genuine smile that you couldn’t get enough of, it was just so cute and irresistible. “Yeah, I’m okay with that,”

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maybeapersonmaybe  asked:

hey me again i want to ask about advise for if i decide to take estrogen or another type of transitioning drug?

The most common problems i’ve heard about through translady friends are ones involving doctors not specifying/incorrectly assigning dosing times and methods.  I’ve only known Estradiol and Spironolactone in my experience, which are the most commonly prescribed to trans girls in the US, so if you’re prescribed something else, this advice may not apply. ALSO PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT I DO NOT HAVE A PHARMACOLOGY DEGREE, I’M JUST A TRAN WITH INTERNET ACCESS AND A SPECIAL INTEREST IN MEDICINE.

ok so first off:

1. HRT IS MEANT TO BE IN YOUR BODY AROUND THE CLOCK.  Girls have told me before that their doctors have told them to take all of their pills in the morning and call it good.  This is less than ideal. HRT is meant to be in your body consistently around the clock, and If your doctor tells you to take all of your pills at the same time, they’re setting you up for some fucked up mood swings.  Ideally, you want to take half of your daily estrogen+antiandrogens in the morning, and the other half closer to bedtime. Some food in your stomach is recommended if you’re taking spiro.

2. SUBLINGUALIZE YOUR ESTRADIOL (that means let it dissolve under your tongue rather than swallowing it).  A lot of doctors (particularly ones that don’t have experience with trans patients) neglect to mention that the most common estradiol pills (the little flat football shaped tablets, not the synthetics) are meant to be sublingualized, and are most likely manufactured with this in mind, indicated by the fact that it tastes very sweet and dissolves quickly.  Sublingualizing your estradiol rather than swallowing it will ensure that more of the estrogen goes directly into your blood stream through the capillaries under your tongue, which will put less of a strain on your liver, as well as allow your body to more effectively retain larger amounts of The Hormone per dose.  

Swallow your antiandrogens, though.  Those things will never dissolve.

3. IF YOU MISS A DOSE, DON’T DOUBLE UP.  again, the key to a healthy transition is dose consistency.  Taking more hormones at once than you usually do can definitely set you up for some wild mood swings.  Just save your accidental leftovers for when you run out.

Hope this helps! And again, I’m not a professional!!

anonymous asked:

Can you make a really fluff relationship goals one shot with jeff atkins? He is such a pure soul who needs more stuff regarding him on this webpage😭❤

title: boy, you got me helpless

word count: 475

note: more of a lil drabble just because it’s late at night, but it’s still cute. jeff is an adorable, caring cinnamon roll. PEEK THAT HAMILTON REF THO this is like one relationship goal based on what i feel my goals are tbh lmao it’s cute tho

Your clock on your bedside table glared a bright, jarring red “1: 34 AM” and you groaned inwardly as you slumped over on your desk, lying your head on top of your American Government textbook. You had a test in the morning that you needed to study for so you could pass and bring your grade up. However, your attempts were being derailed by the menace known as sleep. Just as you were drifting off on top of a page about public opinion, your phone buzzed, playing the quiet tune of “Helpless” from Hamilton, the special ringtone that showed Jeff was trying to contact you.

You picked up your phone, smiling tiredly at the contact photo for your boyfriend as Eliza sang “Boy, you got me helpless.” Your finger slid easily across the answer button.

“Hey, sugar,” you greeted, your voice obviously dripping with drowsiness.

“Hey,” Jeff replied on the other side of the line. “I really didn’t think you were going to answer. I figured you’d be asleep right now.”

“No, no. I’ve got a test in American Government later and I’m trying to cram for it.”

He sighed and it came through crackly, distorted and quiet. “You should get some rest. If you don’t, you’re going to flunk it no matter how hard you studied tonight.”

“Where’d you learn that?” you asked jokingly.

“Clay. He told me once after a tutoring session that if you don’t get enough sleep before a test, it can seriously affect how well you do. I trust him, babe.”

It was your turn to sigh; you knew Jeff was right. He usually was when it came to stuff like this.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Really, [nickname]. Get some sleep. If it’ll make you feel better about it, I’ll meet up with you extra early tomorrow at Monet’s and I can help you study.”

“That sounds really nice, but I don’t want to wake you up earlier than you need to be. I know you have that baseball game that’s, like… three hours away. You need the energy-”

“[Full name], your test is way more important than some baseball game. I know you really want to bring your grade up in that class. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

Another sigh. “Alright.”



“Yeah, sweets?”

“You know I love you, right? And that you’re the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends?”

He chuckled on the other end and you knew from experience that he was blushing, running a hand over his face; he always did when you complimented him like this, especially when it was spoken softly late at night.

“Yeah. You make sure to let me know every day. Just so you know, I love you, too. And you’re the best girlfriend in the history of girlfriends.”

“Thanks, Jeff.”

“No problem, [Name]. Goodnight, love you.”

“Love you more. Night.”


I stopped off at my sister’s house after work last night, in all honesty, because she owed me money. But it was a nice quiet interlude. My 13-year-old niece gave me an infinity scarf she had crocheted, and my sister had brought home gourmet salads from work. The One on the left is a mixture of good smoked salmon and fingerling potatoes in some delicious sauce, and the second one was roasted corn, halved cherry tomatoes, avocado, and a little bit of red onion with a lime-based sauce. So good.

When I got home, I retreated to the bedroom with Nick. After a while I heard the noise of teenagers having fun, and I went into the living room to find an impromptu party had started.

Up at 6 o'clock this morning to work a fund raiser for the basketball booster club.

I’m down to 1% on my phone, so I don’t have high hopes that this is going to post.

One more (Pt.5)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Could you do one where y/n is dealing with alcohol/drug addiction and one night Yoongi (or bts reaction) accidentally finds out ?

Warnings: Alcohol abuse mention

Pt.1 // Pt.2 // Pt.3 // Pt.4

Originally posted by no-ass-namjoon

Like an internal clock was going off inside your head, you woke up around 8 in the morning as you did every morning. It was too soon for you to open your eyes so you just shifted around the bed, leaning your head on Hoseok’s arm as the other was behind you. It was odd because his clothes smelled so familiar but unlike his own. Just a small peek and you knew instantly who was really laying next to you. Yoongi was still fast asleep, not know you were even awake. It took hours of convincing to get Hoseok to sleep in his room instead so he could be with you. After Yoongi told him about his long plan at winning you back he wasn’t convinced but hoped it would work out so all of this could just end already.

You didn’t want to admit it but he looked so sweet as he slept. His face seeming so much more calm than he had been lately. His lips barely parted as he breathed carefully. It had been a while since you’d slept next to him but you mind was suddenly plagued of that girl he was with, causing you to sit up. You started to feel the same nauseated feeling you had when you watched him having his arms around her and the way he chased after her. In no way did you want to be caught up with that and in no way were you going to stop him if he wanted to be with her instead. She was beautiful, sweet, and not struggling with an addiction that ruined their relationship. She could have been everything you weren’t. Thinking about it was making you tear up alone and giving you a small sense of self hatred. 

You removed the covers off of you as you stepped out of the bed, quietly. He didn’t even move an inch when you stood up but your grip on your phone slipped and it banged onto the floor. Yoongi’s nose crinkled while he shifted around on the bed. He’s eyes opened, seeing you getting up.


You felt yourself finch, hearing him awake, but your side was towards him. You coldly turned away from him so he couldn’t see your face as you sniffled. His eyes widened as he sat up. 

“What are you doing in here?” You asked, not sounding very in the mood. 

“I had to talk to you last night but you were already asleep-”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” It came out more forceful than you intended.

“Whoa, wait. I didn’t stay in here to pick a fight with you. I just wanted to talk to you but you were already asleep and I didn’t want you to leave in the morning before I got the chance.”

“About what? My blessing for you and your ex to do whatever? Yeah, go right ahead.” 


“Oh, don’t act like you were going to fuck her! I know I have no right to be mad but you also have no right to lie to me.”

Yoongi let out a small sigh of frustration.

“She’s not who I love. It didn’t end up happening and probably wouldn’t have happened anyway.”

“Why because I happened to be there?”

You could tell the conversation wasn’t going anywhere but you couldn’t stop yourself from spewing back comebacks. 

“No, Y/N. I know how bad that looked and I’m not going to sit here and make excuses. We’re completely and utterly nothing but she made me even more confident about how I feel about you. I love you and that still hasn’t changed. Hell, it won’t change. I know you don’t want me to be a part of your recovery so I’ll keep my distance. I’ll wait for you even if it takes years. I should have just respected that in the beginning instead of assuming that you needed me for everything. You’re your own person and-…..I’m so fucking proud of you, babe.”

It was like a hidden talent of his to leave you speechless as you tried to find the words to describe how you felt. In fact, it might even be impossible since you didn’t even know how you felt. Was it selfish of you to make him wait? Should you have just let him stay by your side? If he was in this position you would have wanted to be there for him so you can understand why he’s so desperate for your attention, you just wanted to protect him. Maybe he doesn’t need to be protected.

“Will you do me a favor?” You asked, still without facing him. 


“…….Will you pick me up from my meeting today?” It was quieter than everything else you had said because you were embarrassed to ask but you could tell  Yoongi’s eyes flickered with shock by the reflection in the TV.

“Y-Yeah, of course I will.”

Without saying another word you walked out of the bedroom so you could head off to your place for a change of clothes and head off to your meeting. Yoongi sat there in awe of what just happened. He wasn’t sure if this meant you were going to include him again. Even if you weren’t planning to this was better than nothing. He’d take anything you were willing to give him. 


As you headed downstairs you found Hoseok laying on the couch uncomfortably so you stopped by to thank him.

“Aw. You had to sleep down here because of me?”

His head titled up but he smiled, seeing you awake. 

“It’s Yoongi’s fault. Did you sleep okay?”

You smiled back, giving him a nod.

“Thanks to you. I’m going to head off to my meeting but I’ll come back to see you guys this weekend.”

Namjoon came out from the kitchen, grabbing a set of keys off of the shelf, as he approached you.

“I’ll drive you, I have to go somewhere anyway.”

He didn’t look very happy about where he was headed but he still remained as level headed as usual. You could have figured where he’d be headed off to but you were sure it was okay to ask. If he was going to talk to his girlfriend about what happened then he’s fully aware that she’s going to breakup with him. You have him a look of pity to which he returned with a shrug. As you didn’t want Hoseok to find out as well, you two just headed out to the car after saying goodbye. 

“Are you really going to tell her? I know it’s the right thing to do and everything but I can guarantee you’re going to lose her. “ You asked, sitting in the passenger seat. 

“It’s my fault. If I wasn’t willing to lose her I shouldn’t have let it happen in the first place.”

You looked down at your lap, knowing if you hadn’t had said anything things would have still been normal. 

“How’s recovery going, anyway?” He suddenly asked, seeing your glum expression. 

“Oh. It’s good. I’m really learning a lot but it’s easier with someone else in the house. I got rid of all the alcohol but there’s not much to stop me from heading off to a bar or buying more. It’s hard but I haven’t cheated at all-….Sorry, wrong choice of words.”

Namjoon cracked a smile. “Yeah, just a little bit.”

As you both sat in the car patiently to get to the right building you just talked about normal things. It was nice to talk to someone without fighting or having to bring up the obvious problems that were occurring in your life. It felt a little bit normal, giving you a small spring of hope in your chest. When you arrived and stepped out of his car you looked back to thank him. 

“Do you need me to pick you up a few hours?”

“Nope. I have my own ride, but thanks. I feel like I can always count on you, oh and good luck!”

For one last time he smiled again, waving.

“Yeah, you too.”

Restless Nights - EXO (ot9) reaction

I’ve been such kpop trash recently and I regret nothing but the fact that I never let myself get this deep before so here we goooooooo! Here’s to my first exo reaction and hopefully not my last ;)

      *NOT MY GIFS, credit to their respectful owners :)*


You would have been in bed for about five minutes when you’d hear him quietly call out your name in the dark. You’d hum in response, and respond “no” when he asked if you were awake.
“Good,” you’d hear him chuckle as he’d place his arm across your torso.
“What’s up?” You’d turn your head to face him, but when he gently tugged at your hips you’d move so that you entire body faced him.
He’d smile and say that he “just wanted to talk”. At first, you’d be a little panicked, but after you asked him what it was that he wanted to talk about, he’d give a shy smile and shrug. After a moment of silence, he’d ask something like “If, hypothetically I mean, you and I were to - hypothetically - drop everything one day and start over somewhere new, where would you want to go? Hypothetically.” You’d kind of laugh but go along with it, and within an hour you two would have gone from talking about your hypothetical new lives to what kind of candy you would be and why.

Originally posted by idk-kpop


You would have accepted earlier on that night that you likely wouldn’t get much sleep due to the accumulating stress of an ongoing project at school or work. Suho would have gone to bed about an hour earlier, telling you before he went to make sure you went to bed at a decent hour. Of course, being the caring mother boyfriend he is, he would have fought to stay awake the entire time and when the clock next to your shared bed read 1:25, he’d crawl out and find still working at the desk in your office space, hunched over pages upon pages of scribbled notes and occasionally glancing at your laptop, whose brightness burned your eyes. Part of him would want to scold you, though he totally understood and appreciated your hard work. So instead, he’d coax you into putting everything away for the night because “you’ve been working so hard,” and “it’ll still be there in the morning; you still have another couple of days to finish” “so for now let’s have some tea and grab a snack and go to bed, okay?” 

Originally posted by suhomysuho


After having slept an astounding two hours, you would wake up to go to the washroom only to realize when you came back to bed that you weren’t tired anymore, having essentially taken an unplanned power nap. You’d look next to you and see Lay sleeping peacefully, and not wanting to wake him you’d get up as quietly as you could and pad out of the room to the living room/lounge area. You’d put on the TV and start binge watching a new show, but a few episodes in you’d eventually doze off. Flashforward a few hours, and you’d wake up expecting your neck to be sore because - last you remembered - you had laid your head down on the armrest. Instead, you’d wake up to your head resting on one of your boyfriend’s thighs. He’d feel you shift and look down, smiling, before saying “good morning sleeping beauty,” and placing a kiss on your forehead. Then, he’d quickly say something about how the show was better than he thought it would be, explaining that when he woke up and came to see you, he decided to start the show from the beginning to see what could possibly be better than his cuddles  because he was curious and wanted to talk to you about it, knowing how invested you could get in fictional universes.

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


You would have been trying to sleep for about 45 minutes, unable to calm your racing mind for unknown reasons, when you’d feel Baekhyun shift next to you. You’d think nothing of it, knowing full well that he was a bit of a restless sleeper, but when you heard him speaking you assumed he was awake as well. You couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying, it sounded like he was jumbling his words together, so you placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him lightly, asking what it was he was saying. When he didn’t respond, you’d call his name a little louder. You wouldn’t get the reaction you were expecting; he’d let out a little scream and nearly jump out of his skin. You’d immediately start giggling at his reaction, it having finally dawned on you that, not only had he been asleep, but that Byun Baekhyun was a sleeptalker (which was perfect teasing and pranking material). As you calmed yourself and apologized, your boyfriend murmured a long “kaebbsong” as he turned his back to you and drifted back to sleep. 

Originally posted by baekhyuntella


Giggles. All. Night. Long. It would get to the point where you don’t even know why you’re laughing anymore, you’re just in this endless cycle of him laughing because you are and vice versa. He would’ve been awake because his internal clock was messed up from all the late nights he’d been pulling recently, but would’ve come to bed to cuddle with you anyway because he’s cute like that. He’d just kinda watch you as you slept peacefully, admiring how peaceful you looked and running his fingers gently through your hair until your face twitched and he’d just lose it. He’d laugh so loudly that he may have even woken up the neighbours, but it didn’t really matter because once you got past being annoyed that he woke you up (because his laughter is contagious, let’s face it), you’d just lay there laughing at everything and anything until you’d both eventually quiet down and doze off at around 4 in the morning, with your head and a hand on his chest and one of his arms lightly draped over one of your shoulders.

Originally posted by angetae


Okay we all know he’ll wake up the boys when he can’t sleep at night, so one night he’d basically try bugging everyone in the dorm to stay up with him because he was restless but none of them were having any of it; they were all so drained and tense that they had little patience left for each other. And that’s when you’d come in: Chanyeol wouldn’t know what else to do with himself other than to text you and ask if you were still awake. As soon as you said yes, a video call request would appear on your screen and as soon as you accepted a grinning Chanyeol with bags under his eyes would appear and immediately start telling you about the exciting day he had and a new goft he received from a fan before asking about your day. You’d literally talk for hours as you did your best not to doze right off until he’d finally decide he was tired enough to sleep and thank you for “putting up with” his rambling before saying goodnight and telling you you were his favourite person.

Originally posted by zutterxtrash


You would have been staying with D.O. to take care of him (despite all his protests) because he had caught a wicked cold and had absolutely zero motivation to do something for himself. It would have been the second or third night he had spent tossing and turning in bed while he knew you were in the guest bedroom (where he made you stay because even though he was your best friend and desperately craved cuddles, he didn’t want to snot all over you or get you sick). Finally, he decided to get out of bed because it truly wasn’t doing him any good, only frustrating him that he could lie there for hours and not find sleep. He’d head through the living room/lounge area to get to the kitchen, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw you curled up on the couch reading a book or watching TV. He’d say something like ”well you’re up late” and you’d respond with “says you” and get a small smile in response. He’d join you on the couch and either talk with you until he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore or would just silently place his head on your shoulder, where he would eventually fall asleep. 

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


He wouldn’t be tired as much as he was sleepy, and sleepy Kai meant giggly and cuddly Kai. He would have come back after a performance or concert and would have been so giddy, talking your ear off about how amazing the fans were and how Baekhyun had all but made a fool of himself again when he messed up some lines or mispronounced something. He’d be really smiley and talkative, but once he noticed that you were in no way able to match his energy (though you were fully engaged in conversation and laughing along), he’d excuse himself for a moment to get changed. As soon as he’d come back wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt, he’d plop himself down on the couch and make grabby hands at you. You’d giggle and take a seat next to him, only to have him pout and pull you into his lap. He’d wrap his arms securely around your waist and nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, a content smile playing on his lips. Before long, he’d just kinda say “okay, time for bed” and flop onto his side, loosening his grip on you only to pull the blanket off the back of the couch to cover the two of you. “Goodnight,” he’d say before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


He’d be pretty pissy because he’d be super tired and wanting to sleep really badly. Though he knew that his sleep schedule being messed up wasn’t your fault, you were the only person around and therefore fell victim to his crabbiness. Since he was tired, it was hard for him to communicate his frustrations, which frustrated him even more, but seeing you hardly react to him/sass him right back/be understanding made him feel kinda special. Even though his attitude frustrated you, you understood that he wasn’t mad at you and were trying your best to calm him as well as yourself. Eventually, as he’d finish his rant about something his hyungs did a couple of days before, you’d get up from the bed, only saying “stay here” before leaving the room. He’d be a little hurt that you left like that, but would also start worrying that he had really been rubbing you the wrong way. You’d come back a few minutes later with a bag of popcorn and a glass of water for each of you, and he’d take it all from you and set it down so that he could wrap his arms around you and thank you for putting up with his nonsense, promising he’d make up for it in the morning.

Originally posted by gabrielagaeta

Kinda long but I hope you liked it ^.^ please send me some requests!!

Midnight Snack

While still eyes closed, Jumin tried to reach for you only to find himself feeling more sheets. He opened his eyes and sat up, squinting his eyes he looked at the clock. 12:51. He suddenly heard rattling noises, still in a sleepy state he followed the noise only to find you in the kitchen. When you felt someone was watching you, you turned around to see Jumin, his hair still messy and his eyes still half closed.

“My love, what are you doing? It it’s almost 1 in the morning, let’s go back to bed.” his voice still husky.

“I got hungry, so I’m making pancakes.” you simply said.

“You don’t have to do that love, I will just call the chef-”

“Jumin, no. Like you said, it’s almost 1 in the morning and it would be rude to wake someone up just for some pancakes.” you gave him a small smile, trying to give him a message. 

“Well I could just pay him double for the trouble.” of course, always with the money. 

“Jumin, it’s not like that.” You said as you guided him to sit on a chair behind the kitchen isle. “They might be your employees, but they still need to have a good health and we must respect that they too, have a life.” With that, Jumin sigh and just nodded, understanding now what you meant. You turned around to continue your work. 

“Do you want some?” you asked, but you heard no response. You looked back on Jumin again, his arms crossed against his chest, head bobbing down with his still sleepy eyes. You can’t help but smile, you went to him and caressed his hair. 

“Jumin, honey, go back to bed and get some rest. I’ll follow after I finish, okay?” his hands gripped your sides as he rested his temple against your stomach, you stood still while stroking gently his hair. You love these moments with Jumin, when his guards are down and vulnerable. You loved this side of him, a side that you only can see. 

“No, I will wait for you love.” he said as he sat back, he smiled at you though his sleepy eyes are still evident. You nodded and gave his temple a kiss. He waited patiently as you finished cooking, when you did you sat beside him and fed him some. When you finished eating, you left the dishes for tomorrow’s worry and cuddled with your husband on the bed. 

Your head was on his chest, his hand softly stroking your hair. You can feel his warmth, and you can faintly hear his heart beating. 

“My love,” he whispered. “It seems that I got hungrier. And I want something else..” 

“Hmm? What is it?” you asked as you looked up to him. His eyes locked on yours as he licked his lips.



Apparently, MC is Jumin’s midnight snack lololol~

The Labyrinth Chapter 4

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Word count: 2387

Plot: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer ||

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

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Spasibo - Evgeni Malkin (PT Diaries, Episode 7)

Requested by anon: Could you do another part of PT diaries with Geno (bc he’s injured again which I absolutely love🙃)? Thank you so much; this is such a great series!

A/N: Hey, I’m sorry it took so long (I know that I’ve been saying I was going to post this for a week) but I’ve been crazy busy. I hope you like it.

Word count: 1090

Warnings: Mentions of blood. Fluff. 

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Originally posted by ehghtyseven

I read the report once more, digesting the words. I have found it on my desk this morning and I feel like I have read it a thousand times. There are always a good and bad side on every story, so I guess that I should be happy that the injury isn’t as bad as it was last time but still, Geno is not going to be happy and I don’t think that I’m ready for it.

I look at the clock on my wall, eleven fifty-nine; Geno is going to walk in any second now. He always is spot on with the time, neither a second early or late. I stare at the clock’s hands, watching them move at their own path; the moment that the clock strikes noon there is a knock on the door.

“Come in.” I say loud enough for him to hear me.

Geno walks in, hobbling. He doesn’t say anything; he just walks towards my desk and sits on one of the chairs in front of it, staring at the bouquet of peonies sitting on the corner of my desk.

“Thank you for those, they are very beautiful.” I whisper, feeling unable to raise my voice. Geno shrugs, but gives me a small smile.

“Happy birthday.” He sounds tired but really serious about it, like it is a promise.

“Spasibo.*” I answer him and his smile grows a little bigger. “How do you feel?”

“It hurt.” He responds and I nod, writing a couple notes on the paper folder where the medical report is.

“Do you know how bad it is?” I know that the doctors have told him how bad his tendons are injured and that he will need surgery right after the end of the season. He is going to be playing through it the rest of the season and that makes me cringe.

“Yes. I can do it.” He says and I roll my eyes, making him frown. “I can.”

“I know you can. You would probably want to play even if you had every single bone of your body shattered.” I respond, leaning on my chair.

“I would push me with my tongue.” He says and I can’t help it but to laugh a little bit.

“Of course you would.” I get on my feet, my brand new Louboutins clicking on the tiled floor.

I have never been a girl who likes to wear heels and nice outfit to work, but my parents told me to show appreciation for every gift I am given, so I decided to wear a pair of pegged pants, a nice blouse and a cardigan with the gorgeous pair of cream heels.

“Let’s go.” I say, walking to the door and opening it. “The sooner we start the sooner you will be on the ice.”

It has been settled that Geno will play through the injury until he can get surgery, but he is missing a couple games until his knee isn’t swollen and he doesn’t hiss every time he applies the smallest amount of pressure on it.

I wait patiently for him on the door, wanting to see how he walks from a better perspective than what I had before. The hobbling is worst than I thought.

“Can I…?” Geno asks shyly and I know that he wants to know if I can help him walk, letting him lean on me.

“Of course.” I answer, wrapping my arm around his waist and letting him get his arms around my shoulders, leaning on me.

I know that man sizes are very relative on hockey, where a six feet tall man is considered small, but compared with my height and weight Geno looks like a giant and walking on heels while helping him turns out to be rather hard.

“Hold on.” I sigh, kicking my shoes off and stepping on the cold concrete floor barefoot.

I collect my shoes from the floor and we resume our route towards my ‘yellow room of pain’, as Conor Sheary named it after a particularly rough session where I worked on all the knots he had on his back and almost got him crying. We are about to get there when I feel it, a sharp pain on the sole of my right foot, making me stop on the spot. I look back and see the large piece of glass that has cut me when I stepped on it.

“Well, that’s just great.” I mutter, feeling the blood running down my feet. “Let’s go.”

“You well?” Geno asks, concern clear on his face as I pull the keys from the pocket of my pants and open the door, trying to not set my foot on the floor too much to avoid getting the hard wood floors stained.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Let me just take care of it for a second and we will be on your knee soon.” I say, helping him walk towards the stretcher.

I’m about to turn around to go get some stuff from the first aid kit when I feel Geno’s arms hook behind my knees and back and lifting me easily, setting me down on the stretcher. I’m about to complain but the look on Evgeni’s eyes cuts me off before I can even start.

“Stay.” He instructs me, walking by himself towards the cover where the first aid kit is and grabbing a few things from inside and hobbling back to where I am sitting. The cut hurts and it is bloody, but I’m sure that it isn’t as gruesome as it seems. Geno starts working on it as soon as he leaves everything on the padded surface where I’m sitting; he is delicate, cleaning all the blood and pouring some hydrogen peroxide on it to clean up the cut. I watch him work, hypnotized by the way his calloused hands are so careful and skilled over the skin of my foot and ankle. It takes him five minutes to clear, disinfect and cover the cut, putting a band-aid over it. I’m about to hop off the stretcher, but he stops me once again, gathering a pair of my working shoes from my small closet and bringing them to me.

“Thank you.” I say, taking the hands he offers me, using his help to get down and get my feet in the shoes.

“Budet delat’ eto v tysjachu raz.**” He mutters.

“What was that?” I ask, pushing him by the chest for him to sit on the spot I’ve just left.

“You are welcome.” He just says.

*.- Thank you.

**.- I’d do it a thousand times.

Zach Fucale #1

Requested by Anon:  I love your writting! I was wondering could u write something about Zach Fucale? something cute like a lazy morning together?

*Hiii! Thank you so much! I hope you like this one. Rather short but I swear it’s sweet and cute. :) Enjoy!!*

Word count: 773

Originally posted by dallas41chicago88

Why does it feel like it’s still six in the morning when your body clock is telling you that it’s almost noon? Rolling on your back, you reached for your phone to look at the time and, true enough, it’s eleven thirty-eight. Groaning, you pushed the covers off and started to sit up.

You haven’t even straightened when an arm gripped your waist and pulled you back into the bed, trapping you with his leg and arm. 

Zach nuzzled his nose against your neck and murmured sleepily, “where you goin?”

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anonymous asked:

Hii! How do you think RFA + Saeran and V react to a Corporate Heir MC who lives like a commoner so that she can learn ways of the people before she inherits her family's company THANKS!!! :3

LOLOL yas but I’m gonna make it so that MC is learning the ways of living like a commoner off the members.. does that make sense? xD


  • he was kinda like huh???
  • “MC, you want to try living like a commoner?”
  • but he was totally supportive and even said that she could come and live with him
  • “I only have 1 bed, but I can sleep on the couch”
  • the first day was bad
  • Yoosung was just playin LOLOL when he heard dangerous clanking and crashes from the kitchen
  • he almost screamed when he walked in
  • “I was just trying to make some eggs”
  • well, it was nowhere near “making eggs”
  • the counter was spattered with egg shells and broken yokes hug off the strands of her hair
  • pots and pans were all over the floor ….
  • so he taught her how to make an omelet
  • (after he cleaned up and helped her wipe the eggs out of her hair ofc)


  • he!! was!! so!! excited!!
  • “okay, MC lesson number 1, there is no food in my fridge so we have to eat goldfish-shaped bread everyday”
  • it was a joke but
  • one day he came home to see her looking really sad
  • “what’s wrong?”
  • “we don’t have dinner tonight, the man at the bread stall said that he didn’t take credit”
  • he couldn’t hold back his laughter like omg???
  • first of all MC fell for his joke and even tried to use CREDIT AT A FOOD CART HOLY MOLY COULD THIS GET ANY BETTER
  • it was great
  • “MC, I have cash, let’s go get some.”
  • have you ever seen eyes shine brighter than MC’s that moment cuz i mean, ‘bread in the form of goldfish’ was something completely new to her


  • her eyes bugged out
  • she was low key scared for her lmao 
  • like “Was MC going to hurt herself? what was she going to do while I was at work? would she try to bake? OH GOD NO NOT THE BAKING”
  • the first morning was… interesting
  • MC tried to be “the perfect girlfriend” and made some uh *quote on quote* breakfast
  • if burnt toast and half a cup of cold coffee counted
  • i mean, it’s the thought that counts right?
  • “it’s a little burnt, but I’m sure I’ll get better at it tomorrow!”
  • uh-oh


  • his only reaction was “Why?”
  • also “I guess I’ll have to join you.Assistant Kang, please write up a report based on commoners so MC and I can have a thorough understanding of-”
  • anyway so the both of them try to live like normal people lol
  • it doesn’t really work
  • the both of them are hella confused
  • “What are these snacks? I got this paper from someone on the street (he means a flier) and he said that these Hunny Bwatda Chips are ‘all the rage!’ Whatever does that mean?”
  • MC is just as confused
  • so they go and buy some and it’s like a revelationomfg
  • now both of them are addicted and feel that if this is how good assimilation into commoner culture is then they are ready to party


  • he just laughs and decides that hey, this is the perfect opportunity
  • so he plays a million pranks on MC lmao
  • “MC, commoners always do this you just gotta. Throw this ball at Yoosung, it’s how we say “Hey bro!” but make sure you hit his head because otherwise he won’t know that it’s from a close friend”
  • oops
  • did yoosung cry idunno you tell me
  • “okok next thing, we commoners don’t just eat tteokbokki, we have to stick 2 of them in out mouths at the same time and pretend to be a walrus and make whale sounds”
  • omg the next RFA get-together was quite an experience
  • the only thing MC could think of: “What is a ‘prank’?”
  • .-. there is nothing we can do to save her rip MC


  • tbh he doesn’t have much of a reaction
  • he’s just like “ok then”
  • and continues to live his life as normal
  • this baby doesn’t complain or anything
  • literally eats all the weird stuff that MC cooks
  • cleans up after her really intense kitchen messes
  • doesn’t mind MC trying (and failing) to go shopping for groceries or snacks at a local market with her credit card
    • he just kinda gives her his wallet so she can use the cash inside
  • but he’s happy for her!!
  • “If MC wants to learn then it’s fine. I don’t mind, I’ll help her when she needs it”


  • everytime MC screws up he’s just taking pictures of it all
  • oh, MC put her apron on backwards? perfect
  • he also likes to record videos of MC asking hilarious questions
  • “Jihyun, how to commoners use only 1 towel to dry themselves? what do they do about their hair that’s all wet?”
  • “How do you set alarms on a clock?Usually my maids wake me up in the morning…”
  • low key likes to help MC so that things are less hard on her
  • gives her plenty of compliments for her cooking creations buut doesn’t eat them (haha pls no one here is deliberately looking for a stomachache)
  • cannot wait to show her the pictures of her struggling when she finally inherits her family’s business and lives her usual lifestyle again


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little things to love about seungkwan
  • everyone’s favorite member c’mon dont lie
  • seventeen’s cute moodmaker!
  • such an energentic bub!
  • who else would give tangerines to reporters at 6AM in the morning? only seungkwan
  • if your alarm clock isn’t waking you up, boo seungkwan will
  • woke up the members for school during 17TV ;;
  • he remembers all the members’ b-days
  • at such a young age, he has such amazing talent
  • MC!BOO
  • he loves his mom so much omg
  • he would use every moment he can to talk about his mom im :’( 
  • “do you think seducing me with food will get me to fall for it? yes” 
  • seventeen’s #1 gag man
  • sassy boo
  • he once always though he could never become a singer, because he was from jeju
  • but look at him now, a talent singer in a talented group
  • such an expressive child
  • rap god boo seungkwan 
  • is vernon’s bff
  • a lover of rain
  • always trying his best and honestly it’s the best thing
  • knows he’s handsome which is the best
  • “your butt has the same class as beyonce sunbaenim!!!!” -sk to dk
  • he responds to memes during menpas LMAO
  • “I will now perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on this kimchi” 
  • “oH MY GOSH WHAT ARE U DOING NOW?!????????”
  • “kIMBAP kIDDING?????”
  • this precious video 
  • also this video ft. dk LMFAOOO
  • all the lil moles he has on his face!! they’re like small constellations <3
  • fun fact: he can’t cross his legs bc he said his pelvic bones are so stiff poor bby 
  • when he smiles his cheeks get all round n’ soft and im!!!!!
  • super caring towards others
  • super respectful towards his seniors 
  • when there is an interview question that he knows would make his member’s uncomfortable, he would try to change the subject
  • like when there was a question mentioned about woozi’s height, he avoided it and talked about something else so woozi wouldn’t be uncomfortable 
  • likes to break in to song and dance with every opportunity he can get
  • he is such a lovely person with a lovely heart
  • #stan talent stan boo seungkwan
Auggie the Clock Watcher

There was very little to enjoy about working in the fast food industry, but nothing quite so bad as the customers. They were demanding, impatient, and firmly believed they were right even when it was obvious to everyone else that they were not. The worst were the parents who left their kids in the restaurant and expected us to babysit while they went shopping in the plaza next door, even after they’d been asked and then told not to.

Many of us were fairly young ourselves with no idea how to handle a rambunctious, messy child, so if anything ever happened to them, we’d be totally lost. That ever present concern just made us dislike them even more.

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