You’re a song written by the hands of God. Don’t get me wrong ‘cause this might sound to you a bit odd, But you own the place where all my thoughts go hiding And right under your clothes is where I find them. Underneath your clothes there’s an endless story, There’s the man I chose, there’s my territory.
BTS reacting to their S/O giving back their favorite Sweatshirt.
Summary: How BTS would react to their someone giving back their favorite Sweatshirt of theirs because it doesn’t smell like them anymore.
Kim Namjoon: You pressed his oversized sweatshirt into his hands the minute you walked into the apartment, leaving him puzzled for a minute. “What is this?” he asked before realizing that it’s the sweatshirt that has gone missing a few months ago.
“It doesn’t smell like you anymore.” you answered without looking at him, already looking for another shirt to wear. He raised his eyebrow at your answer and shake his head in disbelief. “But I never knew you had this in the first place…?”
Kim Seokjin: You stayed over at your boyfriend’s house for the night and when you asked him to get something from your bag, he noticed a familiar looking sweatshirt peaking out from underneath your other clothes and pulled it out, his eyes widening in disbelief. “When did you even take this?” He asked as he came back into the bathroom and looked at you through the mirror in confusion.
“A while ago. It didn’t smell like you anymore so I decided to give it back.” He silently chuckled at your answer before turning around and leaving you to yourself while mumbling, “I wonder if she has that hair brush too that I’ve been missing.”
Min Yoongi: He sighed annoyed when you pulled out his favorite sweatshirt from your bag and gave it back to him, smiling innocently. He grabbed it from your hands and shook his head at your behavior, trying to hide the smile that’s tugging on his lips as he gently beat you with the sweatshirt. After he calmed himself, he chuckled and pointed at his wardrobe.
“Go pick another one. I’ll wear this one so it smells like me again.”
Jung Hoseok: He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix when the door to his apartment suddenly flung open and a familiar figure ran past, giggling under their breath. Hoseok got up from his seat and investigated it further, leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom and watched you eagerly go through his wardrobe.
“Did the sweatshirt I gave you stop smelling like me?” He asked, smirking at you knowingly. You slowly turned around to him and nod slightly, throwing the sweatshirt over to him.
Park Jimin: When he opened the door and saw you hugging his long lost sweater tightly, pouting as you try to not make eye contact with your boyfriend, he instantly giggled at the scene in front of him and sighed in frustration, already giving up before even trying to argue with you about the point. He took it from you and his gaze met yours.
“Do you want to choose another one?” He asked and you nod in excitment, dissapearing into his wardrobe.
Kim Taehyung: He pretended to be surprised when you handed him the sweatshirt you told him went missing a couple months ago and just took it back from you, his eyebrows raised in shock. When he noticed you biting down on your lower lip to remain a straight face, he gently hit you with it and sighed.
“It’s not like you basically already own my clothes anyways.”
Jeon Jungkook: Jungkook was standing shirtless in front of his wardrobe, looking for his favorite black shirt. “Who’s wearing my clothes again?”, he yelled for the members to hear. They all promised him they had nothing to do with the dissapperance of his shirt. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He opened it half naked to let you in. Confused, you asked him why he was acting the way he did. In frustration he let out a groan and told you about the mysterious loss of his shirt. With a grin, you opened your backbag and pulled out a black shirt that looked exactly like his.
“It doesn’t smell like you anymore so I figured I’d give it back.”, You answered, flashing him a smile before walked towards his wardrobe to pick another one to take home.
If there was one thing about Dean Winchester, it was that he was always right. Even when he was wrong, he was somehow right at the same time. Most of the time, he did it to piss her off. Getting a rise out of her was something he enjoyed, especially when she would chase him around the bunker kitchen, trying to attack him with a smile on her face.
He argued with her until she was blue in the face some nights. It was usually about the stupidest things too. Old movies. Who saved who on the hunt. Who can drink more. The list went on. Anything he could argue with her about, he did. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed being right and proving her wrong.
But the thing is; Dean Winchester was always right.
Even when he didn’t want to be.
When she came home with tears in her eyes one night. He knew yet again he was right. She went on a date, another one with a guy he knew wouldn’t treat her nearly as good as someone like he, would. She smiled weakly, trying to show him that she was a big girl and that she would get over this. Deep inside, Dean knew she was hurting inside. He knew she wanted something more than a one night stand. He knew she was worth more than one night. A girl like her deserved someone to give her everything she ever wanted.
He wanted to be that guy so bad. But he knew a girl like her would never settle for a bad guy like him.
Instead, he got up from his seat at the table. He wasn’t going to fight with her on this one. He knew by the look on her face that she was expecting him to make a comment, rub it in her face. But he didn’t. He wrapped his arms around her, comforting her in the way he knew she needed. She didn’t fight him on it. She just melted into him, pouring her tears into his red flannel shirt. She was so looking forward to this date and it had gone horribly wrong.
He placed a kiss to the crown of her head before resting his cheek on her head. He held her tightly until her sobs subsided. She pulled away from him, wiping her eyes. Her make up had been ruined by her tears. He hated every guy who had hurt her even more now.
“Why don’t you go change into your pyjamas and you and I will take you on a Dean Winchester date. I’ll make a quick picnic basket, and grab a few blankets and we’ll take off down the open road and I’ll show you what it’s like to go on a proper date with someone who actually cares about who you are instead of what you’ve got underneath your clothes,” he told her. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, her mind reeling over what he just asked her. He could tell she was unsure, but she nodded her head.
“You don’t have to, Dean. I already had one pity date today, I don’t need another,” she sniffled, looking up at him with her beautiful Y/E/C eyes.
“I know I don’t have to. I’m doing it because I want to,” he assured her, taking her small hands in his. “I’m doing this because I should have asked you a long time ago. Instead, you went out with guys who don’t care enough about you to treat you like you deserved to be treated.”
“And you want to do that?” she questioned.
“I want to do that,” he stated. “Besides, I know you can’t resist me. I’m never wrong.” She let out a laugh, making Dean smile. He had never been so thankful for a date gone wrong.
Time for the final part! This is actually my favourite part! It’s more fluffy than the other parts and I can’t leave the characters alone for too long so I’m sure we’ll dip in to the universe in the future again! I hope you like it - thank you for all the lovely comments I’ve had since starting it x
“Harry?” You speak down the phone after arriving in the office. It’s like a blizzard outside, raining and windy, and the last thing you need is your phone ringing when you’ve barely taken your coat off. You have his spilt hot coffee over your hand, and your clothes underneath are wet from the rain too; not quite the same weather as New York just last week. Harry had let you take Thursday and Friday off as a thank you for working the previous weekend so you’d spent the past four days with your phone switched off and holed up in your flat with takeaways and movies in between sleeping off the jet lag.
Your flat mate had flittered in and out in between seeing her boyfriend and she spent most of her time at the weekends with him now, which you were more than happy to see her do (and it gave you the flat to yourself), and you hoped you might have the same soon, if Harry would only make up his mind about whether he wanted something serious or not. You understand he has more to think about than most men his age, with his four year old son in the picture, and being the number one priority in his life, obviously, but you’ve decisions to make yourself. On the screen of your laptop is a draft contract from one of Harry’s rivals sitting in your emails, all you have to do is read through, get back to them with any adjustments, sign it, and you’d be free to sleep with Harry without fear of anybody finding out and frowning upon it.
Shit, it did sound sordid when you put it like that. Sleep with him? Be his assistant-with-benefits?
“Hey…” he sounds breathless, as if he’s running late. “Listen, I wouldn’t ask yeh if I didn’t need to bu’ I need a favour from yeh?”
You sigh, placing the coffee on the desk and pulling your hair away from your neck, the phone safely nooked between your shoulder and ear as you did so, and tried to do open up the place as he speaks. “What is it?”
Requested by @samascara Tommy falls in love with blind Reader. Warnings: Fluff, Angst. Hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is very much appreciated!
Note: I didn’t do much research for this Imagine, I also thought that in this time-period it would present more struggles for a blind person and their family than it would in today’s day and age. I figured the “reader” would need to have some sort of dependency on others – but also struggle with needing to be independent as well. Also, I kind of tried a weird point of view in this (I feel like it’s a little muddled but I tried to convey two inner monologues for two characters at the same time.)
You woke up to a loud commotion outside your window, screaming, shouting, some sort of loud engine, sirens and bells ringing urgently and steadily.
“Gilly?” You spoke up, feeling around the side of your bed for your walking stick. You felt for your sister in her bed, but only found the sheets and duvet to be empty – bed still made from this morning.
Gilly must have stayed out late dancing and drinking again. You shook your head and moved across the room to your door – but when you touched the door knob, a searing pain shot throughout your palm and fingers – causing you to let out a scream.
“GILLY?!” You yelled frightened, you couldn’t tell if you were bleeding or what even bit you. You put your uninjured hand against the door, an intense warmth enveloped it – you could only pick up the sounds of unknown objects shifting and shuffling on the other side of the door. It only took you a split second to realize that what you were hearing was furniture, walls and floorboard – crackling as the deathly heat began to overtake your flat.
A rebloggable masterlist of all our fics and scenarios. Fics will be listed as either done by L or S (hiiii there are two of us xx).This list will not be updated as frequently as the main fic list, located here.
Featuring: Hoseok, Jhope (BTS) Genre: smut By: Admin S
Warning…this is long. I’ve broken into 2 parts I’m sorry, please suffer through all 7200 words. I also am completely done with the formatting and tumblr. Okay, it’s really long, but I couldn’t split this up evenly, I was too into this. You can ask L, I’ve been talking about writing this fic forever.
In favor of Hopi’s birthday, I give you Hoseok being the fine ass beast that he is. Enjoy~