and then i woke up from my nap and i feel like i want to start crying and never stop

Angel in the Darkness pt.5

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Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 



The bright sunlight behind the curtains, stirs you awake from your deep sleep. There’s a faint smile stretched upon your lips, as you feel as if you’ve had one of the best naps in the longest of times. Your eyes are still closed shut as you try to flex your stiff muscles; only you can’t.

As soon as you tried to lift your arms, you hit something very hard and muscular. Huh? That’s weird. You can also feel that your legs are entangled, and something wrapped around your waist.

You didn’t mind the feeling, as you were still too tired to process things, and because it brought great warmth, but then you heard it; a faint grunt. Your eyes instantly shoot open, and you blush hard when you realize you’re wrapped up into Jungkook.

His face is mere centimeters away from yours, and his eyes are still closed shut, indicating he’s still asleep. You can feel his hot breath, gently tickling your red face, as his hair is all over. You peer downwards and see that his left arm is securely wrapped around your waist, as both of you were laying down on your sides. His long, thick legs were clumsily tangled with yours, and you were finding it hard to breathe since you were so close to him.

OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!?!

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A Different Fight II

Warnings: None!! This is a continuation of another short piece of writing that you can find here 

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker 

Genre: Angst but also finally some fluff 

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: HOLY CRAP GUYS!! I’m so blown away by your reactions to the first part, it’s absolutely nuts. Your kind words and feedback are appreciated, I hope this lives up to your expectations 💕


It had been two days since your fight with Peter and you were still really messed up about it. It was a Sunday afternoon and you had refused to get out of your bed since you had gotten in it over 48 hours ago. You had no motivation to do anything, only getting up to use the bathroom when you really needed to or to stock up on snacks. You slept a lot, trying to avoid the feeling of guilt that rotted away in the bottom of your stomach. Your only other super close friend Michelle was blowing up your phone with texts even though you really weren’t in the mood. You told her so, and she decided that she needed to come over (against your wishes). 

“This is the most pathetic thing I’ve seen in my whole life.” Michelle’s voice woke you up from yet another nap, and you opened your eyes to find her standing over you.

“Yeah, this is the most pathetic I’ve felt in my whole life so I guess it’s fitting,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, are you this bummed out about a tiny fight with Peter?” she asked. “What did you even argue about anyway?” You groaned at the memories replaying in your head. 

“I don’t even know what really happened,” you said, running your hands through your hair. “I was just so mad and I took it all out on him. Not only that, I also got super jealous.” Michelle listened to your words carefully and you could see the gears turning in her mind. 

“Who is it that you were jealous of?” she questioned. 

“Oh god, this is so embarrassing,” you complained. “It was Liz Allan, the senior. Peter’s been hanging out with her a lot lately and he ditched me to go to her stupid party. Man, what does he see in her anyway? Other than the fact that she’s pretty, smart, and just about everything I’m not… Not that it matters, I just miss him since he’s, you know, a busy guy.” The two of you were silent for a moment. You hadn’t really meant to say all of that, but Michelle had a way of getting you to open up to her. She stared at you for a long time and you raised your eyebrows at her, puzzled by her strange look. 

“Y/N, you totally love Peter,” she declared. You started to argue, but she cut you off. “You like him so much and you’re jealous of Liz because you think he likes her! This isn’t because you were mad, this is because you won’t admit you have feelings for him! I called it!" 

"MJ, that’s crazy…” you said. “He’s just a friend." 

"A friend that you love,” she corrected. You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. She was right. Of course she was right, she always was. Thinking about Peter with Liz made you feel like a wave had washed over you, suffocating you in a mix of insufferable envy and sadness. Every time he said her name your stomach dropped, similar to how it did during roller coaster rides or when you drove over big hills. You knew you needed to fix things with him, he was way too important to you and you couldn’t let things stay the way they were. Michelle left, spewing out kind words of support and advice as she went. You finally stood up, ready to face your problems. 

Tracking Peter down was hard. You didn’t want to text him because you weren’t sure he was going to answer. Even if he did, would he really want to see you? You tried his apartment but his aunt was the only one home. May usually loved seeing you, but today she seemed a little off. You didn’t blame her, Peter probably had told her what happened and her opinion of you must have changed. You decided to try one other place, the spot where you and Peter had spent most of your time together. 

The rooftop was a little chilly and your ears stung a bit in the wind, but you barely noticed since you were so preoccupied with finding Peter. Sure enough, there he was, sitting with his legs dangling off the ledge. He was in the Spider-Man suit but the mask was off, discarded behind him on the cement. You took a deep breath and approached him quietly. He must have heard you, probably from his super senses, because he turned his head to face you. He looked just as awful as you did, if not worse. His hair was a mess and he had deep purple circles beneath his eyes. His skin was blotchy and it seemed as if he had cried recently. 

“Hi,” you said, willing your voice not to crack. You fidgeted with your hands, unsure of how to begin. 

“Hi,” Peter echoed, his tone lacking all of its usual enthusiasm. He swung his legs back over the ledge and stood up. 

“I… I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry,” you started. “I was totally out of line, I should never have said any of those things to you-" 

"Yeah, no kidding,” Peter said. He furrowed his brows, looking at the ground. “Look, I want to accept your apology and for everything to be cool…" 

"Great!” you said, relieved. It felt as if a boulder had been lifted off of your shoulders that you didn’t realize you had been carrying. 

“I want to,” he continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “But I don’t know if I can. It’s just… Well, it’s complicated.”

“So tell me how I can fix it,” you begged. If you had any tears left you would have been crying, but you had already shed them all. You were completely empty and the only thing you could do was stand there like a statue. 

“Y/N, you said some pretty bad things,” Peter reminded you. As if you had forgotten. “Honestly, it was bad enough for you to take swings at me, but Liz? What did she ever do to you? I just don’t get it.” And so it began. You couldn’t stop yourself, the words started tumbling out of your mouth before you could contain them. 

“I don’t like her,” you blurted, your hands falling to your sides. “I don’t like you hanging out with her, I don’t like you talking about her, and I really don’t like you choosing her over me. It makes me feel like garbage. All you do is pine over her and the worst part is that you don’t even realize that it upsets me!” Peter’s mouth was a thin line, his eyes darkening. You felt a surge of dread flow through you. Not again, this wasn’t supposed to happen again. 

“Has it occurred to you that I can have other friends?” he asked loudly, his voice making your legs shake from under you. Panic seized you, the terrifying thought of having a repeat of what had already happened filling your brain. 

“That’s the problem!” you croaked, your voice betraying you. “She’s not just a friend! You were willing to beat me up over her. Peter, you pinned me against a wall! It’s not like you were taking down a criminal, you were arguing with me. Do you have any idea how scared I was?”

“I didn’t mean to,” he said quietly after a moment. “You know that. I’m not used to being so mad at someone I’m close to. I forgot what was happening for a minute, I forgot it was a different fight…” He looked away, sniffing as he tried to hide his face. You got a short glimpse of it and it was enough to know that he was crying. Abandoning all of your lingering anger, you walked over to pick up the mask he had left behind. You held it in your fingers, moving your thumb over the soft fabric absentmindedly. 

“Peter,” you said suddenly. “I’m not mad about Liz. I wasn’t mad to begin with. You were right, I’m jealous of her. I’m so insanely jealous and it made me say such horrible things to you. I’m so sorry, I know that doesn’t change what happened…” Peter rubbed his eyes, finally meeting you gaze.

“But why would you be jealous of her?” he asked. You took a deep breath and took a cautious step forward. 

“I like you,” you finally admitted. “Actually, I more than like you. The way you feel about her, that’s how I feel about you. It’s awful, really. Everything you do makes my heart soar and it’s so hard because I can’t do anything about it!” He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head. You just wanted to get this off your chest before you chickened out. 

“The truth is, I love you Peter. I always have and I always will. You can date Liz, I don’t care. Just… Just please don’t hate me anymore. I can’t live with it.” Peter stared at you for a moment, his mouth open and his eyes wide. 

“I-I never hated you,” he said finally. “And I don’t want to date Liz. You’re 0 for 2, want to keep trying?” You were caught totally off guard, especially by how light and joking his tone and gotten once again. 

“But I thought-” you started but stopped as he held out his hand for you to hold. You hesitantly reached out to him and he gripped it gently, lacing his fingers between yours.

“You’re ridiculous, crazy, and have no clue how to deal with your temper,” he said with a small smile. “Why would I ever want to date anyone other than you?


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“Is that your girlfriend, Spidey?”

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first imagine in a long time, I finally found some time to get back to writing! Hope you all like it and let me know what think! :) Also, feel free to request! x

Summary: Peter gets hurt in a mission and you finally meet the Avengers who never knew you even existed. 

Words: 2.2k


You were what kept Peter going. During his missions you were on his mind, still as important as the missions itself. You reminded him that he had something, someone to fight for, someone who reminded him to never give up. Sometimes the mission was too much for him, and he wanted to go back home so badly, thinking that he is going to mess up. He has been working with the Avengers for almost half a year now, only getting better with each mission. But he was just a kid after all, and sometimes things overwhelmed him. He either becomes unfocused, or gets too caught up in the action.

This time he was doing well - listening to the orders Steve was giving, being focused on what he was doing at the moment, and on doing it correctly. The mission was going as planned so far, but it only took seconds for it to change. While Peter was busy webbing some bad guys to the wall behind them, enjoying himself just a little bit too much, he didn’t notice that one man who appeared behind him. Fortunetaly, Natasha came in to the room and quickly rushed to take him down. She was fast, but not fast enough for the man to not take any shots. He took one. One, that was aimed at Peter. The boy groaned loudly, both surprised and hurt. He pressed his left hand on his side using the other one to uphold himself, as he was already on his knees, the pain making it impossible for him to stand.”We need help, now! Parker got shot! Steve!” He started breathing heavily, hearing Natasha’s voice calling for help through her earpiece. It may sound dumb, but all he was thinking about was you. He promised you he will be careful, that he will be back home soon all safe and sound. Because if he doesn’t make it, then who the hell is gonna help you revise for that maths exam next Thursday? He can’t let you down, he needs to come home to you and Aunt May. Natasha was by his side looking around for any possible threats while telling him to hold on, to stay with her because help is gonna be here soon and everything is going to be fine. He was bleeding a lot, his costume covered in his own blood. Natasha was holding his mask in one of her hands, the other one supporting his head. She was getting impatient as his face was getting paler each second. He hasn’t said a word, making only small grunts and whines. The last thing he remembers is your face, smiling lovingly at him like you always do, and Natasha’s voice.

You knew about Peter’s powers and about him working with the Avengers for a few months now. You never met them though, Peter said he didn’t want to put you into any more danger. He loved those guys, but he loved you much more and you being with him was dangerous enough. You two started dating a few weeks before his accident with the spider so you’ve been dating for almost a year. It’s not like you were okay with all of this, with him putting himself in danger but you also knew Peter well enough to know he feels obliged to help other people. He always promised to be careful, and made sure to spend even more time with you before a mission. He was spending his last minutes with you until he had to leave. “I’m gonna be okay, babe. I know I have someone to fight for and I’m gonna be back before you know it. I love you.” He always said while pulling you close, his hands around you and yours around his neck, hugging him as tightly as possible. You could feel each other’s beating hearts, you could see the love in your eyes. You and Peter were surely young, but so madly in love. He couldn’t imagine his life without you, neither could you. He always gave you one last kiss, soft and loving.

You were sitting in the cafe near your house, where you and Peter used to go after school each Friday, with Peter on your mind. You couldn’t wait to see him again, to know he was alright. You had an odd feeling that he might not be alright this time. You were always sickly worried about him when he was away doing God knows what with the Avengers. It’s not like you doubted his strength or didn’t believe he was a true superhero, you just didn’t wanna lose him. You were doing some homework on your laptop with a cup of hot tea. You saw your phone light up on the table and got excited as you saw Aunt May was calling.

“Hello?” you said smiling, ready to hear that Peter was home and told her to let you know because he was going to take a nap, like he usually did.

“Y/N? Dear, I’m so sorry”, her voice was trembling and your heart stopped for a second. “Peter got hurt. Mr Stark just called to inform about the attack that took place at the meeting about the scholarships. I’m sure Peter told you about it. He’s in the hospital now and I had to call you.” She was now crying, and so were you.

You thanked her and decided to get to the hospital yourself. You caught a bus and were in the hospital 10 minutes later. You hurried inside and asked for Peter Parker.

“He just got back from surgery and the doctors are inside, as soon as they leave you can go inside to see him, love.” She informed you as you followed her to your boyfriend’s room. “Down the hall, turn left and the last door is his room, number 223.” She smiled slightly and headed back. You weren’t actually sure what to expect. Your hands were cold and sweaty, heart beating faster than usual. You were imagining him all beaten up and bruised and probably unconscious. At the end of the hall you started to hear a couple of different voices talking quietly, and when you turned left like you were told to do, you saw the Avengers. Either sitting on the uncomfortable plastic chairs or pacing around. As you were walking slowly to them, Steve saw you and stopped talking which made the rest of the group look at you. You suddenly got very shy with all of them eyeing you curiously. You figured out the doctors were still inside because otherwise the superheros would probably be with Peter in the room. Just when Tony was about to ask who you are, the door of Peter’s room opened and everyone got up. Before you could ask them Steve started talking.

“How is he?”

“The wound wasn’t very deep although he lost a lot of blood. He just woke up, you can go and see him if you want-” With that being said you took off and hurried inside not caring about the others or what the doctors had else to say. Instantly you brought your hand to your face at the sight of him. He was almost as pale as the sheets, some tubes connected to his body. The bruises forming on his chest and shoulders were becoming very dark and visible.
“Hey there”, he smiled softly at you.
“ Oh my god, Peter!”

You were by his side in a second, taking a seat on the chair next to his bed and taking his hand in yours. You wanted to hug him so badly, to feel that he was there but didn;t want to cause him any more pain.

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m alright.”

“That’s definitely not being alright! What the hell did even happen to you?”, you asked him and wiped off some tears from your cheeks. He didn’t respond but moved the sheet so you could see his covered in gauze side.

“I… got shot.”

“You got what?!”, you almost yelled. “Peter what the hell were you thinking! You were supposed to be careful and have a back up!” You couldn’t believe how reckless he was. He promised you to be careful.

“It’s nothing. I got too caught up and didn’t see the man behind me, if it wasn’t for Natasha he would have killed me. But I’m alive, yay!”, he squeezed your hand slightly and gave you one of his adorable smiles.

“You’re unbelievable, Peter!”
“But you still love me. And i love you too, so much.”, you smiled at his loving words which made you less angry and still gave you the butterflies in your stomach.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Parker.”, the both of you laughed softly. You looked at him and whispered, “I was so worried, you know. Don’t do this again, please. I can’t lose you, Peter. I can’t.”

“I’m sorry, love.”, he was gently caressing your hand with his thumb. “Please, stop crying or I’m gonna cry too.”. he said half serious, half jokingly.

There was a knock on the door and both of you looked at Tony standing by the door. “Hey, we’re coming in, Spider-Boy.”

You decided to slightly ignore him, “Are you in pain now?”, and asked your boyfriend while nervously biting your lip.

“No, no. I’m okay, the gave me drugs, seriously.”, Peter tried to lighten the mood with his lame joke.
“Hey, kid! How you feelin’?”, you heard Sam say cheerfully. The medium sized room suddenly became crowded and too small for you.

“Hey, babe, can you maybe get me some water, please?”, he noticed the way your hold on his hand became more firm and knew you had to leave the room in order to prevent a panic attack and made something up so you would leave the room for a few minutes.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. I’ll be back in a minute.”, you awkwardly stood up and pushed through people to leave the room.

“Is that your girlfriend, Spidey?”, Tony smirked.

“Ye-yeah. We’re dating.”, Peter blushed and looked down on his hands. He heard all of them say “aw” and someone even said that she was very pretty. Due to your anxiety, you waited for the group to leave and then without speaking to them came back to Peter’s room.

Bucky, Steve, Wanda and Peter were sitting in the kitchen in the Stark tower, talking and laughing.

“So what did you tell your aunt to stay here for a month?”, Wanda suddenly asked. Peter got out of the hospital a few days ago but Tony and Bruce wanted to check him themselves and prefered him to get his rehabilitation here and not somewhere public.

“Well, Mister Stark told her he feels guilty and all of the injured are gonna go to Miami or something to help them recover and stuff. I hope i don’t bump into her on the street, tough.”, Steve, Bucky and Wanda laughed with Peter, and he drunk some water.

“And what about your girlfriend? Did you tell her the same story?”, Peter looked at Bucky and then checked his phone.

“No, actually she’s gonna be here in a few minutes, if you don’t mind.”, he was nervously waiting for their reaction.

“Oh, really? That’s great! The girl seems to be very nice!”, Natasha came into the room with Clint, Tony and Bruce.

“Yeah, she is.”, he smiled. Then his phone started calling and he excused himself to meet you outside the bulding so you won’t get lost.

In the elevator you were pretty nervous to meet all of them, Peter was constantly reasurring you that they already like you. As soon as the door opened Peter found your hand with his own and started walking towards the guys.

“Oh, hi! It’s so nice to meet you!”, Clint said firstly and smiled at you.

“So, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, you already know all of them, haha.” Peter introduced you and couldn’t help but smile at your red cheeks.

“Yeah, um, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you all.”, you waved awkwardly.

“Okay, so tell us everything. How did you met, how long are you together and stuff. I want to know everything.” Tony said and Natasha pushed him lightly as Steve was giving Tony a death glare. You seemed like a shy girl, and they definitely didn’t want to scare you off. You and Peter joined them and sat on the couch between Bucky and Vision.

“We’ve known each other for like, 3 or 4 years. Aunt May and Y/N’s mom work in the same place, then we went to the same school. We became good friends when went to school together and then it just happened.” Peter told them, knowing you would be to nervous too speak.

“Aw, that’s cute. So how long are you together?” Sam commented.

“We started dating a little bit before my spider accident, so like a year or so.”

“It’s a shame we haven’t met you before, maybe now you will spend some time with us.” Steve added, and you felt very welcomed in the group. Peter put his arm around you and gave you a kiss on the cheek, knowing that you would definitely be here more often.

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do how rfa+v+Saeran would react to seeing old self harm scars on MC or MC relapsing? I am almost 1 year clean from Self harming but today is one of those bad days I get urges to do it. If you don't feel comfortable doing this it's okay :) Hope you have a good day and keep working hard 💪🏼❤

i’m so proud of you for staying clean so long, i know how hard it is!! i have scars myself from 1-2 years ago, so this was comforting for me to write as well :) i hope it helped you feel a bit better, remember that you deserve being happy! ❤ i’m always here if you need someone to talk to 


Trigger warning: self harm


Zen (this turned out really long whoops)

  • A lot of his fans were jealous of you, so you got a lot of hate for being “to ugly and fat for Zen”
  • You were home alone as he was at rehearsal, so he couldn’t scold you for looked down at your thighs in disgust
  • They were faint, but the old scars on them gave you an idea. You hadn’t done it in a long time, but you remembered that it did feel calming to a certain degree
  • You went to the bathroom, popped out a blade from your razor, took a deep breath and let yourself feel that familiar burning
  • Suddenly you heard the front door open and Zen’s voice telling you he was home early
  • You scrambled to find something to wipe the blood away with, and ended up just messily wiping it away with a paper towel before pulling on a pair of his sweatpants and going out to greet him
  • He smiled when he saw you, then frowned
  • “Princess, I feel rude to ask, but are you on your period? You’ve got blood on your pants”
  • Shocked, you looked down and saw that the cuts appearantely were too deep for your messy wiping, so there was quickly growing blood spots on your legs
  • Zen was no stranger to people with bad mental health around him as he was a public figure, so he quickly suspected what you had done
  • When he saw that the spots got bigger his fears were confirmed, and you saw his entire face fall
  • “I-I can explain…”
  • He cupped your face and looked straight into your eyes with the saddest look you had ever seen 
  • “Listen here… I know a lot of my fans don’t treat you right, is that it?”
  • His worried stare was too intense, so you looked down with tears in your eyes and just nodded
  • He sighed and pulled you close to him, kissing your head
  • “I love you so much, it hurts me too… But harming yourself won’t do anything good, you understand that? Can I see..?”
  • Hesitantely, you nodded again and pulled down the pants so he could see, and he got down on his knees and started kissing your thighs, not caring that they were bloody
  • “I love every single part of you, you understand that? Let’s go clean and wrap this up, I will protect you. Even if it’s from yourself”


Yoosung

  • He convinced you to cook with him
  • You were supposed to make cookies, but the only thing you managed to make was a total mess
  • By the time you finally got them into the oven, you both had dough and flour all over from the food war you had
  • He offered to clean some up from you, and when you agreed he blushed and kissed you
  • When you smiled into the kiss because he tasted like cookie dough, he gained confidence and slowly pushed you back to the wall, where he pinned your wrists over your head
  • You moaned softly in suprise as he wasn’t usually this dominant and it was really hot I’m always a slut for dominant Yoosung
  • Wanting to see what effect he had on you he pulled away for just a second, when his eyes were pulled to where he was holding your wrists
  • The sleeves you usually made sure were always covering your scars had rolled down to your elbows, revealing all of them
  • You saw his eyes go from filled with lust to filled with worry, and you looked away from him in shame
  • “They’re all old… Right?”
  • You nodded and he sighed relieved, before he hugged you tight
  • “You mean so much for me, I don’t want you to ever feel like that again. Please talk to me if you feel bad, okay? Can you promise me that?”
  • You agreed and he kissed your head
  • “I think it’s time for cookies and cuddles”


Jaehee

  • You had such a crush on her, but she was either really oblivious or just didn’t like you back
  • No matter what the reason was, it really hurt and you couldn’t help but feel insecure when all of your flirting got turned down
  • You really didn’t want to stoop so low as to go back to your old self harm habits, but it was so hard
  • In addition to the fact that you lived with her, the stress of running a café and your parents not accepting that you had a crush on a girl, it all got too much for you
  • One day when she was grocery shopping, you couldn’t help but find a small knife in the kitchen, locking your bedroom door and resume your old habit
  • You tried to keep them relatively shallow so they would heal quicker and lower your risk of getting caught, but once you started you found it hard to stop
  • You sobbed softly but because of that you didn’t hear Jaehee return from the store
  • Not finding you in the couch where she left you, she wandered around the appartment untill she heard you and stopped in front of your room
  • “MC? What’s wrong?”
  • When you didn’t answer she got worried, found a spare key and unlocked the door with a warning
  • You didn’t even bother trying to hide what you were doing, you just hung your head in shame as she gasped in shock
  • “W-what do you think you’re doing? Give me that knife!”
  • She quickly took it from you, ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit and found you full on crying on the bed
  • Putting bandages on your wrists she softly said “Shh… I don’t know why you did this and you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but please know that this isn’t going to make anything better”
  • When this just made you cry harder, she kissed your newly bandaged wrist
  • “I… I care way too much about you to see you like this, you should know that. Please come to me if you ever feel like this, okay? I can’t ever lose my reason for happiness”


Jumin

  • Whenever the two of you made out, you would always stop him when his hands started roaming under your shirt
  • Which he thought was fair, considering that your relationship was still new and you probably just weren’t comfortable enough with him yet
  • A few weeks after you started dating he offered to take you on a vacation, figuring you needed it after the stress of the party and hacker and all that
  • With Elizabeth the 3rd safely at V’s house and a mansion by a private beach rented for the weekend, he wanted to spend some time alone with you
  • He was suprisingly fond of the beach and wanted you to take you swimming there, but you kept declining
  • Kind of upset, he asked if there was any spesific reason why
  • You shrugged it off and said that you just weren’t in the mood, that you were tired and wanted to nap instead
  • He encouraged you to do as you pleased, not showing how hurt he was that you declined his offer
  • An hour or so after you had fallen asleep, he got bored and went to check on you and saw you sleeping, your shirt riled up revealing dozens of scars on your belly
  • His heart broke when he realized that was probably why you were so insecure about intimacy and going swimming
  • Careful not to wake you up, he hovered over you on bed and kissed your stomach
  • Despite his efforts you still woke up, and squeeled suprised when you saw him practially praising your biggest insecurity
  • “Kitten, I don’t ever want to see you do this again, but please understand that I love everything about you and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re like a tiger, these stripes show that you are strong. Promise to not hide yourself from me anymore, okay?”


707

  • Yet again he was doubting your love and pushing you away
  • He yelled when you tried to hug him, not knowing that the reason why you were clingy was that you were feeling like shit and needed to be comforted
  • You knew you were overreacting when you stopped by the bathroom to get a razor before returning to your shared bed (that he rarely used), but it just hurt so much that he didn’t trust you even after months of living together
  • Taking a deep breath, you pulled the leg of your pants and traced the outline if your old scars on your shin with the razor blade
  • Seven did realize how much he had hurt you, and just to be sure he checked the security camera he had installed in your room
  • When he saw that you were hurting himself he rose from his chair and ran to the bedroom, desperate to stop you
  • “Stop what you’re doing right now!”
  • You looked at him with tears in your eyes and yelled “so now you care?!”
  • With a firm look he pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, showing his own scars and cuts
  • Taken back, you looked confused at him
  • He just smiled sad
  • “I know life is hard, okay? I know I am a shitty boyfriend, a shitty brother, a shitty person. But that doesn’t mean you are, do you understand that? It might not seem like it right now, but I really do love you. Like, I really love you. Can we make a deal? If you try to never do it again, so will I”
  • You nodded and hugged him, both of you apologizing for not being there for each other


V

  • Being practically blind, he depened a lot on his touch
  • Because of this, he had really sensitive finger tips
  • As weeks passed and you got closer to the handsome photographer, you let him touch and explore more and more of you
  • His new favorite hobby was to just run his hands over your smooth skin, trying to picture exactly what you looked like
  • During a particularly steamy makeout session you were on his lap, his hand travelling up your thighs where he could feel raised lines on your otherwise close to perfect skin
  • Pulling away from the kiss and raising an eyebrow questioningly, he kept tracing the lines
  • You hesitated before you admitted that you had self harmed, and he asked you if you had any other scars
  • Nodding despite his lack of sight, you took his hand and placed it on your wrist so he could feel them
  • He smiled sad and kissed your wrist
  • “You don’t have any fresh, do you?”
  • When you confirmed that you didn’t, he held you closer and kissed your nose
  • “I like everything about you, you know? You’re human, bad things are bound to happen sometimes. You got through it though, and I’m proud of you for that. Please remember that”


Saeran/Unknown

  • He didn’t like to admit it, but something about you pulled him towards you
  • The way you always put up with his bursts of anger and sadness and comforted him, made him care for you more and more as time passed
  • So when he saw you sleeping on the couch, his first reacting was to smile as you looked cute and carefree
  • And as he did find you quite attractive (not that he would ever admit that), he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over your sleeping body
  • When he saw the scars and cuts on your wrist where your shirt had riled up your arms, he got mad
  • ?? Who had dared to hurt someone as nice as you??
  • He woke you up suprisingly gently, wanting to know who he needed to kill
  • Disoriented from sleeping, you said that he didn’t need to worry but he refused to give up, so he asked his brother
  • He admitted that he had seen you harm yourself but hadn’t really figured a way to confront you about it yet
  • Saeran got even more mad and walked back to the couch where you had gotten up and was now lazily stretching
  • “Why the fuck are you hurting yourself? Explain!” he growled and pushed you against the wall
  • Stuttering and ashamed you explained that it was a way to deal with sadness, but he didn’t get it at all
  • “Giving yourself another type of pain will just make you more sad, you idiot! God, what’s wrong with you?”
  • Hearing the guy you were crushing on saying this to you and literally growling made you tear up, and you saw his expression change to one of sorrow
  • “I-I’m sorry, okay? It’s just… You’ve helped me so much and I want to return the favor, but I have no idea how to. You… You are special, I don’t want you to be sad”
  • You met his eyes and saw how sincere he was, and was suprised when he hugged you tight
  • “Please don’t ever do it again, MC”


~jane

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MY DEAD GAY SON

  • ❛  You wait just a minute, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  It’s ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place that they could not live in.  ❜
  • ❛  They were not dirty!  ❜
  • ❛  They were not wrong!  ❜
  • ❛  They were two lonely verses in the Lord’s great song.  ❜
  • ❛  Our boys were pansies, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  Yes! My boys a homosexual, and that don’t scare me none.  ❜
  • ❛  I want the world to know, I love my dead, gay son.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s time we opened our eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Well, the good Lord created the universe.  ❜
  • ❛  The Lord created man.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe it’s all a part of His gigantic plan.  ❜
  • ❛  I know God has a reason for each mountain and each flower, and why he chose to let our boys get busy in the shower!  ❜
  • ❛  I never cared for homos much until I reared me one.  ❜
  • ❛  He loves his son.  ❜
  • ❛  Jesus says it’s cool!  ❜
  • ❛  They just had flair!  ❜
  • ❛  They were desperate to be free!  ❜
  • ❛  They took a rebel stance, stripped to their underpants.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue after all that we’ve been through.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m talking you and me, in the summer of ‘83.  ❜
  • ❛  That was one hell of a fishing trip.  ❜
  • ❛  Our jobs are now continuing the work that they begun.  ❜
  • ❛  They were good men!  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll teach the world to love.  ❜

SEVENTEEN

  • ❛  Fine, we’re damaged. Really damaged, but that does not make us wise.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re not special. We’re not different.  ❜
  • ❛  We don’t choose who lives and dies.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s be normal. Watch bad movies, sneak a beer and watch TV.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t you want a life with me?  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t we be seventeen? That’s all I want to do.  ❜
  • ❛  If you could let me in, I could be good with you.  ❜
  • ❛  People hurt us, or they vanish, and you’re right, it really blows.  ❜
  • ❛  We let go, take a deep breath.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t stop looking in my eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Is that so hard to do?  ❜
  • ❛  Let us be seventeen, if we’ve still got the right.  ❜
  • ❛  So what’s it gonna be?  ❜
  • ❛  I want to be with you.  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, we’re damaged. Badly damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  Your love’s too good to lose.  ❜
  • ❛  Hold me tighter. Even closer.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll stay if I am what you choose.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re the one I choose.  ❜

SHINE A LIGHT

  • ❛  Deep inside of everyone there’s a hot ball of shame.  ❜
  • ❛  If we show the ugly parts that we hide away, they turn out to be beautiful by the light of day.  ❜
  • ❛  Every day’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.  ❜
  • ❛  I attack your weakness and pray you don’t see mine.  ❜
  • ❛  If I share my ugly parts and you show me yours, our love can knock our walls down and unlock all our doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Who wants to share what’s in their heart?  ❜
  • ❛  No volunteers? Fine, I’ll start.  ❜
  • ❛  I live alone. My husband left. My kids are grown.  ❜
  • ❛  In the 60s love was free, that did not work out well for me.  ❜
  • ❛  The revolution came and went – tried to change the world, barely made a dent.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve struggled with despair.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve joined a cult.  ❜
  • ❛  I chant, I prayed but God’s not there.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) I’m ending our affair!  ❜
  • ❛  I faked it every time.  ❜

LIFEBOAT

  • ❛  I float in a boat in a raging black ocean, low in the water with no where to go.  ❜
  • ❛  The people smell desperate.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll sink any minute so someone must go.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s pushing! Everyone’s fighting!  ❜
  • ❛  There’s no where to hide.  ❜
  • ❛  The captain is pointing. well who made her captain?  ❜
  • ❛  Still, the weakest must go.  ❜

SHINE A LIGHT (REPRISE)

  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna cry.  ❜
  • ❛  Stupid childproof caps!  ❜
  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna whine all night.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve to live.  ❜
  • ❛  Why not kill yourself?  ❜
  • ❛  Here, have a sedative.  ❜
  • ❛  Whine, whine, whine like there’s no Santa Clause.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re pathetic because you whine!  ❜
  • ❛  You whine all night!  ❜
  • ❛  Your ass is off the team!  ❜
  • ❛  Go on and bitch and moan.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve the dream!  ❜
  • ❛  You’re gonna die alone.  ❜

KINDERGARTEN BOYFRIEND

  • ❛  He was sweet, he said that I was smart.  ❜
  • ❛  He was good at sports and people liked him.  ❜
  • ❛  At nap time, once, we shared a mat.  ❜
  • ❛  I didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathing.  ❜
  • ❛  I watched him dream for almost half an hour. Then he woke up.  ❜
  • ❛  He pulled a scab off one time playing kickball, kissed me quick and pressed it in my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  I took that scab and put it in a locket, all year long I wore it near my heart.  ❜
  • ❛  He didn’t care if I was thin or pretty.  ❜
  • ❛  He was mine until we hit first grade.  ❜
  • ❛  Last night I dreamed a horse with wings flew down into my home room.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we’re all grown up and we know better.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we recognize the way things are.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain boys are just for kindergarten.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain girls are meant to be alone.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll build a dream that I can live in, and this time I’m never waking up.  ❜

YO GIRL

  • ❛  Oh my god, is she dead?  ❜
  • ❛  Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.  ❜
  • ❛  keep it together.  ❜
  • ❛  I knew you would come far.  ❜
  • ❛  Smell how gangsta you are.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m so sorry.  ❜
  • ❛  Feel a bit punchy?  ❜
  • ❛  She’s not looking so well.  ❜
  • ❛  You’ve earned that red scrunchie.  ❜
  • ❛  Come join (name) in hell.  ❜
  • ❛  Where have you been?  ❜
  • ❛  We’ve been worried sick!  ❜
  • ❛  Your friend, (name), stopped by.  ❜
  • ❛  He told us everything.  ❜
  • ❛  He’s got your hand writing down cold.  ❜
  • ❛  Please, honey, talk to us.  ❜
  • ❛  No, you wouldn’t understand.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s right down the block?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve experienced everything you’re going through.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s climbing the stairs?  ❜
  • ❛  Your problems seem like life and death, I promise they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s picking your lock.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t know what my world looks like!  ❜
  • ❛  Times up! Go say your prayers.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s running on fumes now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s totally fried.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s gotta be tripping on shrooms now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s done for, there’s no doubt now.  ❜
  • ❛  Notify next of kin.  ❜
  • ❛  Too late, he got in.  ❜
  • ❛  Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know.  ❜
  • ❛  Get out of my house!  ❜

MEANT TO BE YOURS

  • ❛  All is forgiven baby!  ❜
  • ❛  Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!  ❜
  • ❛  You chucked me out like I was trash.  ❜
  • ❛  For that, you should be dead.  ❜
  • ❛  Then it hit me like a flash: what if high school went away instead?  ❜
  • ❛  Those assholes are the key.  ❜
  • ❛  They’re keeping you away from me.  ❜
  • ❛  They made you bling, messed up your mind.  ❜
  • ❛  I can set you free!  ❜
  • ❛  You left me and I fell apart.  ❜
  • ❛  I punched the wall and cried.  ❜
  • ❛  I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.  ❜
  • ❛  So, I built a bomb!  ❜
  • ❛  Tonight our school is Vietnam.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s guarantee they never see their senior prom!  ❜
  • ❛  I was meant to be yours.  ❜
  • ❛  We were meant to be one.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t give up on me now.  ❜
  • ❛  Finish what we’ve begun.  ❜
  • ❛  In the rubble of their tomb, we’ll plant this not explaining why they died.  ❜
  • ❛  Our burned bodies may finally get through to you.  ❜
  • ❛  Your society churns out slaves and blanks, no thanks.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll watch the smoke pour out the doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores.  ❜
  • ❛  We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t make it alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were meant to be mine.  ❜
  • ❛  I am all that you need.  ❜
  • ❛  You carved open my heart, can’t just leave me to bleed.  ❜
  • ❛  Open the door please.  ❜
  • ❛  Can we not fight anymore?  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), sure, you’re scared, I’ve been there.  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), don’t make me come in there.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m gonna count to three. 1, 2, fuck it–  ❜
  • ❛  Oh my god.  ❜
  • ❛  Please don’t leave me alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were all I could trust.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t do this alone, still, I will if I must.  ❜

DEAD GIRL WALKING (REPRISE)

  • ❛  I wanted someone strong who could protect me.  ❜
  • ❛  I let his anger fester and infect me.  ❜
  • ❛  His solution is a lie.  ❜
  • ❛  No one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I created.  ❜
  • ❛  Heads up (name).  ❜
  • ❛  I’m a dead girl walking.  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t hide from me.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s your final bell.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s one more dance and then farewell.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) told me you just committed suicide?  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, well, he’s wrong about a lot of things.  ❜
  • ❛  I through together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s under the gym?  ❜
  • ❛  That’s it.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s that sound?  ❜
  • ❛  Give a great big yell!  ❜
  • ❛  Step away from the bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This little thing? I’d hardly call it a bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs –those are bombs.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your mom had been a little stronger.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish she’d stayed around a little longer.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your dad were good.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish grownups understood.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish we’d met before they convinced you life is war.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish you’d come with me.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish I had more TNT!  ❜

I AM DAMAGED

  • ❛  I am damaged. Far too damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re not beyond repair.  ❜
  • ❛  Stick around here, make things better.  ❜
  • ❛  You beat me fair and square.  ❜
  • ❛  Please stand back now.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t know what this thing will do.  ❜
  • ❛  Hope you miss me.  ❜
  • ❛  Wish you’d kiss me.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll trade my life for yours.  ❜
  • ❛  Wait, hold on!  ❜
  • ❛  Once I disappear, clean up the mess down here.  ❜
  • ❛  Not this way!  ❜
  • ❛  Say hi to God.  ❜

SEVENTEEN (REPRISE)

  • ❛  Listen up kids, war is over.  ❜
  • ❛  Brand new sheriff’s come to town.  ❜
  • ❛  We are done with acting evil.  ❜
  • ❛  We will lay our weapons down.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re all damaged, we’re all frightened, we’re all freaks but that’s alright.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll endure it. We’ll survive it.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) are you free tonight?  ❜
  • ❛  High school may not ever end.  ❜
  • ❛  Still, I miss you.  ❜
  • ❛  I’d be honored, if you’d let me be your friend.  ❜
  • ❛  We can be seventeen.  ❜
  • ❛  If nobody loves me now, someday somebody will.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s still time to make things.  ❜
  • ❛  One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s go be seventeen, take off our clothes and dance.  ❜
  • ❛  This could be our final chance.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll make it beautiful.  ❜
2

So far, their first day at home had consisted of nothing more than naps and cuddles and kisses and it had been so much more than Sophia had ever dared to hope for. Harry even succeeded in his first nappy change, all by himself, and the look on his face when he came back into the kitchen with Josie in his arms, neatly tucked back into her onesie, was one of sheer pride and joy.

“I feel so accomplished,” he said as he walked over to where Sophia was stirring something in a pot.

“You did well, babe,” Sophia said.

“Wha-what was that?” Harry asked.

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When it Rains || Chapter Two

Genre: Angst, Fluff, (eventual) smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 1527

A/N: Thank you all so much for the love on the first chapter! I hope you enjoy this one too! Feel free to message me your thoughts and opinions! I hope I didn’t disappoint!

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It had been a couple of days since you met Jimin and Jungkook was still pissed at you. After Jimin left that day he accused you of cheating and all kinds of other shit that he should know you would never do to him. Jungkook had this idea going through his head. The idea that he could talk to other girls but you couldn’t even make eye contact with another guy. He interrogated you like you committed a crime. Asking questions such as, “who the fuck was that”, or “why were you with him”. You had to thoroughly explain to him that Jimin was just walking you home since he was too “busy” to pick you up. That shut him the hell up and you could see the glint of regret in his eyes but he gave you the cold shoulder because he didn’t want to admit he was in the wrong.

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SLBP Fic: Keep Me Warm Until I Wake (1/1)

A/N: Is it still the 20th in some other time zone? Maybe? I hope so …

Also, I’m not really 100% sure what Nobuyuki’s and Yukimura’s childhood names are? I mean I did some research but. Lol. And I can’t read Japanese reference sources to save my life so like, if anyone out there wants to help a bitch out that’d be great.

Pairing: Nobuyuki/MC
Word count: 1,370
Summary: Five times Nobuyuki gets sort of rudely woken up, and one time he doesn’t.



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(Things were uncomplicated, once.)

He wakes up to the sound of his baby brother crying, followed by the sound of his mother’s lilting voice whispering hushed nonsense to calm him.

It’s warm.

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Love Triumphs Chapter 22: Surprise Visitors

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1400 Words

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

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The questions started off easily, relaxing both you and Jared. Questions about the upcoming episodes were easy to answer, especially since you weren’t allowed to give out spoilers. Then there were the onset questions. Fans always loved hearing about Jared and Jensen goofing off, and you had plenty of those stories stacked up for moments like this.

“There was this one time.” You started, smiling as Jared stared wide eyed your way. He had no idea which story you were planning to tell. It could be one of the normal, everyday ones. Or, there were a couple of extremely embarrassing ones that you had assured him you would never tell. “It was freaking cold outside, and of course we were filming in it.”

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anonymous asked:

Angsty headcannons with the RFA + v and saeran for when they get into a rly intense argument with MC??

A/N: Look you guys we’re finally posting! sorry It’s been so long things got super crazy and stressful all of a sudden. Hopefully this weekend I’ll be able to write a few of the NSFW oneshots that will be based off of this headcanon. There will be one for each character! We’re super excited to get back to posting. Thankfully I only have four days of school left! Also tw for a blood mention - Mod MC 

Angst fics so far: Zen Part 1 , Yoosung Part 1, Seven Part 1

Zen:

  • Zen has been working a lot for the past couple of weeks to the point where you only saw him maybe once a day, if he even came home at all.
  • To distract yourself from how lonely you were feeling, you started to clean his desk and came across an open fan letter.
  • Glancing at the letter you were surprised to see your name show up.
  • I know you must care for her deeply, but as a dedicated fan ever since your first big production, I must say that your acting style has changed. It took me forever to figure it out but I realized that you started to change after you started dating her. She is holding you back. She is poison to your career. I’m just worried about your future…
  • Before you could dwell more on that letter Zen came home, looking very upset.
  • Over dinner your anxiety was slowly taking over all your thoughts, to distract yourself you asked Zen how his day was.
  • “ I had a meeting with the director today, he told me I should take some time off because he felt as if my acting has been off for a while now.”
  • You couldn’t breathe. The glass you were holding slipped out of your hand shattering on the floor.
  • You…you really were affecting Zen. He got reprimanded by his boss because of you. This was all your fault.
  • Resisting Zen when he tried to check you over, you asked him “Zen, am I holding you back?”
  • When he didn’t say anything your worst fears were confirmed.
  • “I am, aren’t I? I’m the reason you are struggling, it’s all my fault.”
  • “Wh-what MC, no! What are you saying? Stop saying ridiculous things and let me look at your hand.”
  • When you resisted him again Zen’s frustrations washed over him and he started to yell
  • You have never had Zen ever raise his voice at you, it scared you. This is all your fault, trying to make him understand you raised your voice too, soon enough both of you were yelling at each other but you couldn’t seem to stop.
  • “I-I think we should break up. You are being stubborn and blinded by your love for me, the truth is I’m holding you back. I’m sorry, but this is for the best. Zen please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” With tears flowing down your face you turned around walking towards the door
  • You felt Zen grab your arm, “MC please, please don’t do this. Please don’t walk out on me. I’m sorry I yelled before, but please don’t leave me.” His voice cracking.
  • Your heart shattered as you pushed his hand off your arm. Without looking back you walk out the door and before the door completely shuts you whisper “I’m sorry Zen.”

Yoosung:

  • It had been a really bad week for the both of you.
  • Yoosung had just failed another exam it was the third one this week.
  • You had messed up a presentation and gotten yelled at by your partner in front of the entire class which lead to you crying in the bathroom afterward
  • You came home to your shared apartment in a wreck, crumpled up paper balls, empty bags of chips, and soda cans everywhere.
  • You did a double take, is this sevens apartment?
  • Curious you picked up one of the crumpled up papers and smoothed it out.
  • Your eyes were drawn to the giant “F” marring what seemed to be an old exam paper.
  • You started to pick up the other papers that was like a trail of failure leading you to Yoosung who was venting his frustrations on LOLOL.
  • Your self-control was about to snap.
  • Trying to keep your anger in check you said, “Yoosung, what is this, did you fail all your exams?”
  • Without even looking up from his game he answered nonchalantly, “Hmm? Oh yeah, I probably should have listened to the lectures haha.”
  • You started to raise your voice. “Yoosung, this is not a joke. How many exams have you failed? This is ridiculous. At this rate, you are going to have to take summer classes, or maybe even have to redo the entire year. WILL YOU STOP PLAYING FOR ONE SECOND?”
  • In a fit of rage when Yoosung still didn’t look up from his damn game, you went over and unplugged the computer.
  • “MC, WHAT THE FUCK? I was in the middle of a big boss battle, the guild was relying on me. Why would you do that?” Yoosung yelled back.
  • This only angered you further and you started to yell louder.
  • “This is not acceptable, how are you going to get anywhere if you don’t start caring about your grades and get serious. Stop acting like a child and grow up.” As soon as you said the words you saw hurt flash across Yoosung’s face.
  • You immediately regretted your words, you didn’t mean to be so harsh.
  • “Oh Yoosung…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. Today has been really ba-” Before you could even finish your sentence Yoosung was bolting out of the room, moments later you heard the door slam shut.
  • You slumped onto the floor head in your hands as tears started to fall from your face.
  • You remembered that is was your birthday.
  • Today was officially the worst day ever.

Jaehee:

  • You walked in for your shift at the coffee shop only to see Jaehee giggling with a customer. 
  • Usually, it wouldn’t bother you but she was very clearly flirting.
  • She continued to flirt with them even after you had greeted her.
  • She even gave them their coffee for free.
  • When he was done he reached over the counter and lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing it gently.
  • W h a t t h e f u c k.
  • Jaehee’s cheeks were dusted with pink and usually, you would think it was adorable but you were furious right now.
  • That was your fiance that he just had his lips on and she didn’t even pull away.
  • You didn’t say anything until you got home that evening.
  • “Who was that guy you were flirting with Jaehee?”
  • “I’m not exactly sure who you’re referring to MC.”
  • “Look Jaehee, I can tolerate your obsession with Zen but what you did today was not okay.”
  • “I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”
  • You were getting irritated at this point, why did she continue to deny it.
  • “You fucking gave him free coffee, and you kept giggling at his jokes. You didn’t even say hello to me until I came up and interrupted. It was like I wasn’t even there.”
  • “Oh. That was just a guy I graduated with. MC you really shouldn’t get so jealous.”
  • You began to raise your voice,”Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you actually gave a shit and acted like you liked me in public.”
  • “We have on matching engagement rings, and I usually kiss you when you come to work. I’m not sure where this is coming from MC.”
  • “I think I need some time to think and clear my head. I’m going on a walk. Don’t wait up.”

Luciel:

  • Luciel had been working non-stop for 5 days straight
  • Because he was so stressed he had regressed to his bad habits of not eating or sleeping properly.
  • You were getting super worried but he wouldn’t listen to you at all.
  • After all your begging he finally agreed to take a small nap but made you promise to wake him up after 2 hours
  • After he finally passed out from exhaustion you called Vanderwood yelling at him to stop working Luciel to death.
  • During the call, Vanderwood didn’t say anything at and you were proud of yourself thinking you were helping.
  • Luciel woke up and got back to work but before he could get too far into work he got a call.
  • The call went on for a long time and at one point he looked up at you in shock and after his face only got angrier.
  • “MC, do you know who I was just talking to on the phone?” he said in a deathly quiet voice.
  • “That was Vanderwood, and he said the funniest thing to me. He said that I shouldn’t be in this line of work if I can’t handle the pressure.” His started raising his voice  
  • “I was pretty shocked when he said that and when I asked what he was talking about he told me that instead of having my girlfriend yell at him about my workload I shouldn’t take on more than I think I can handle. Now, why would he say that?”
  • “Luciel I was just worr-” You started to say but stopped when you saw his hand gesturing you to stop speaking.
  • “NO MC YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THAT. I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THOUGHT. I THOUGHT WE HAD MADE THIS CLEAR. I KNOW WHAT I CAN HANDLE.” You’ve never seen him this angry before and you were scared.
  • “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT MY JOB IS LIKE SO STOP BUTTING IN. MY WORK DOESN’T CONCERN YOU SO STOP INVOLVING YOURSELF. YOU HAD NO RIGHT AT ALL TO CALL VANDERWOOD.” At this point, he grabbed your shoulders and was shaking you roughly.
  • Tears were forming in your eyes “ Luciel stop you’re hurting me.” When he still wouldn’t let go you shoved him off of you.
  • “I just thought I was helping you. Because of work you haven’t been eating or sleeping properly. I was only thinking about you.” You started to raise your voice as well.
  • “I don’t need you here MC, I don’t want your help. Stop interfering with my work and leave me alone.” When seven finally looked up at you his face fell upon seeing the pain on your face
  • It felt as if your heart stopped beating. Your mind kept replaying the words “I don’t need you here.”  
  • “Y-you don’t mean that do you Luciel? I know you are upset but this isn’t funny.” When he didn’t respond your heart shattered. You started to cry harder.
  • “Well, if that’s how you really feel then I guess this is it then.” You turned towards the door you weren’t welcome here anymore.
  • Right before you turned the doorknob you stopped and you prayed that your voice wouldn’t waver again.
  • “Goodbye Seven” and you walked out of the door your heart breaking as the door shut behind you.

-Mod DK

Jumin:

  • Jumin had been away for a week on a business trip .
  • You were bored and lonely.
  • The two of you facetimed and texted of course so it wasn’t completely awful.
  • He wasn’t due home for at least two more days.
  • You decided to get a little drunk.
  • Jumin had refused your offer to sext him the other night saying he didn’t want any photos.
  • He had used the excuse that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate in his meetings if he saw them.
  • You were more than a little bitter.
  • You were half a bottle of wine deep when the door slammed shut.
  • You froze. No one should be in the penthouse.
  • “MC, come here.”
  • That was Jumin’s voice, what was he doing home so soon.
  • You made your way into the living room and saw him standing there. His coat was already off and his tie was loosened. He was in the process of folding up his sleeves.
  • “MC, explain yourself.” He gestured to the nearly empty bottle of wine.
  • Maybe you had drunk a little bit more than you originally thought.
  • You shrugged, “Don’t wanna.”
  • “MC” He said warningly.
  • “Geez, who pissed in your cereal this morning?” you slurred.
  • “The merger didn’t go so well, the CEO of the other company turned out to be a hack.”
  • You giggle, the word hack just sounded so funny.
  • “It’s not funny MC, Go to bed, I don’t want to deal with this tonight.”
  • That stung.
  • “You can’t control me Jumin.”
  • He ran his hand through his hair, getting more frustrated by the second.
  • He approached you, you weren’t quick enough to get out of his way.
  • He grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eyes. His voice was nearly a growl, ”I assure you that I can and will control you if I so please. Now go. to. bed. I won’t tell you again.”
  • You felt a twinge of fear at his tone. It must have shown on your face because Jumin quickly stepped away from you.
  • The two of you had agreed that Jumin could only behave like this in certain situations with clear boundaries and never when either of you were the least bit intoxicated.
  • “I- MC, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let my frustration get the best of me.”
  • You were nearly sober at this point, “Jumin, I-I think maybe you should sleep on the couch tonight.”

V:

  • The two of you usually shared household chores.
  • Today, however, V was really busy with a job. He was currently in his office sorting through tons of pictures and would most likely be in there for the rest of the day.
  • You decided to take up his half of the chores.
  • This required you to water his small collection of cacti. He only watered them once a week and today was the day.
  • You were watering and talking to each one.
  • when you turned to water his favorite one, you tripped. You weren’t usually very clumsy.
  • You tried to catch yourself with your arm but you ended up landing arm first directly on the cactus.
  • You picked yourself up and dusted yourself off before inspecting the damage.
  • The cactus was squashed. V was going to be so upset.
  • Your arm began to sting as you heard the door to his office open. You saw splinters in your arm but hid it behind your back. Out of sight, out of mind. I’ll deal with this in a minute.  
  • He huffed and you heard him mumble, “none of the shots are right.”
  • He sounded irritated to say the least. As he rounded the corner the mess came into view
  • His eyes locked on the squashed cactus.
  • “V, I can explain.”
  • “Why are you so careless MC?” His voice came out harshly.
  • “You knew that was my favorite cactus, Rika gave it to me. Why did you feel the need to destroy it.”
  • Rika, the name stabbed at your heart just as it always did.
  • oh,  so that’s why the cactus was so special to him.
  • Your eyes stung with unshed tears as he continued to question why you squashed the cactus.
  • Your arm burned as you reached up to rub at your eyes.
  • His eyes moved to your arm, noticing the spines.
  • “You’re bleeding, MC, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be like that, this job is just so damn difficult. None of the shots are coming out right. Come on, let me help you.”
  • “Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”
  • V reached out for you from his kneeling position on the floor but you walked past him and locked yourself in the bathroom not listening as he begged you to come out.

Saeran:

  • He had begun to fall into some bad habits.
  • You had encouraged him to make friends outside of the RFA.
  • You didn’t mean for him to find friends that would cause him to engage in risky behavior. They were a terrible influence.
  • One day he came home and he was completely out of it, that was the last straw.
  • You asked him what he took but he just shrugged and ignored you. You felt completely helpless.
  • Seven was out of town on business so you had no one to help you with this issue.
  • Once Saeran began to sober up you gently sat down beside him on the couch.
  • “Saeran, we need to talk.”
  • “If you’re going to dump me, just do it MC.”
  • You were shocked. “Is that what you want Saeran?”
  • “It wouldn’t surprise me to be honest. All you’ve done for the past month is bitch at me.”
  • You held back the tears that threatened to spill out and got up from the couch. You needed to take a walk.
  • When you got back from your walk Saeran was no longer in the living room.
  • You sat down on the couch and closed your eyes, rubbing your temples and thinking about you next move. You had to fix this somehow, even if it wasn’t you fault.
  • You would never give up on him.
  • You heard a distant thud sound all of a sudden. The noise repeated a few times so you got up to find the source.
  • You heard the noise getting louder as you came to the door of the room you shared with Saeran.
  • You opened the door right as he threw the last knife. You didn’t even know he owned throwing knives.
  • The knife wizzed past you and he locked eyes with you.
  • He looked completely sober now as he rushed towards you.
  • “MC, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I never meant to - “
  • His words faded to background noise as you felt something warm run down your cheek. Were you crying?
  • You tried to wipe it away only to have your fingers come away covered in red.
  • ah , so the knife grazed me.
  • You looked in the mirror in the room and saw a gash that looked to be about an inch long.
  • Everything came back into focus. Saeran was freaking out.
  • “MC, let me fix this, please. I can fix this.”
  • He was pleading with you but all you could focus on were your shaking, red, fingers.
  • Saeran went to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit and while he was down the hall you turned towards the door.
  • And you ran.
  • You ran from the house as fast as you could, not paying attention to Saeran screaming your name behind you.

-Mod MC

Arkos Pregnancy Au

here it is folks. What started out as a way of making me feel less depressed spiralled out into this beautiful au.

are you ready??? (also please keep in mind that I only did some research into pregnancy so if something is wildly inaccurate its because I’m lazy)

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Only friendship? Chris Evans x reader 5/?

Summary: You and Chris have been best friends for years now but what happens if someone catches feelings? Will it destroy your friendship and what is going to happen to your 3 year old daughter. 

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Warnings: Fluff/Angst (yes. We´re having Angst here. Is it a lot? Well it depends how you see it) 

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! I know that Gifted is already out and infinity war will be out 2018 but in this story we´re having Gifted being produced after Infinity war is already filmed. it´s important for the storyline but you´ll see :)!

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Hell it hit you hard. It hit you like a train and you felt like you could break down any moment. 5 months after the filming for Infinity War was done, you finally moved to Alaska with Darcy and Chris stayed in New York  to shoot his new movie “Gifted” .you woke up on a Saturday morning, having breakfast with you daughter as you saw it. An article that made you drop your phone onto the floor. 

Chris Evans is dating Jenny Slate

You didn’t want  to believe. You couldn't´! This was probably complete bullshit which you should be familiar with because how many times did some stupid magazines wrote alone about your life saying something about that you were dating any co-star you had ever worked with. They loved to write stuff that brought many money and maybe this was something as well but as you kept looking through the different articles from different sides you saw pictures of them walking hand in hand, him kissing her cheek and even an interview of Jenny where she made her relationship to Chris official. How did this slip by? Chris only mentioned her a few times saying she was a great actress but nothing that indicated that he liked her any more than just a friend. And now within 1 week where you haven´t texted or talked on the phone because of his busy schedule and he found the love of his life?  

You placed your hands into your face sobbing and feeling your heart breaking into pieces, as Darcy immediately walked over to you, climbing into your lap. “Mummy. Why are you crying.” You simply cried more which caused her to hug you tightly and run your hand through your h/l, h/c hair. 

You and Chris were never together no. You had no right to freak out like that but hell you hated yourself for not telling him earlier, moving away and making him find someone better than you. You weren’t angry with Jenny. How could you she was the last person to have anything to do with this but you were angry at Chris for keeping it a secret that he was seeing someone. 

He was your best friend and even if he had no feelings towards it would´ve been nice to know from him and not some stupid articles. You have no idea how long you were sitting with Darcy in your arms as your phone started to vibrate and you saw your mothers name pop up on the screen. 

“Hello?”

“Oh honey..I already knew that you might be miserable right now.”

“This is so unfair mum.”, you sobbed and tried to calm down so you could understand your mother better. 

“I know honey I know. He was the last person I believed to do such a thing. Listen. Would it help you if your father and I would visit you already tomorrow and not in 4 days for Darcy´s birthday party? Heartbreak is one of the worst pains and I don´t want you to go through this especially with a toddler.”

“Yeah..that would be nice.”

“Okay my dear. It´s going to be fine. We did this the first time together and we´ll do it this time together. Don´t worry we´re getting ready and will be there tomorrow. I love you. “

“I love you too mum.” 

How could Chris treat you like that? He knew what you went through with Liam and that it took you one year to find back into your normal life and right now he was doing the same thing punching and hurting you with his actions. You turned your phone off  and went upstairs so Darcy could take a nap while you sat down on the couch, your dog Shakespeare laying on your legs and tears not stopping and continuing to stream down your face. 


“Fucking call her!” Sebastian shouted as he slammed his hands onto the table while Chris was holding his phone in his hand. “I tried she is not picking up! Jesus Christ Sebastian I fucked up so hard.” Chris ran his hands through his brown hair grabbing it by the roots and pulling slightly. 

“Yes fucked up is the right term to use. What were you even thinking? Of course it wouldn't´ turn out the way the directors wanted it to be. Have you seen the fans? They go crazy hating you for “dating” Jenny. This whole “hey let´s pretend you and Jenny are dating for more publicity” was a stupid idea from the very beginning and you make it even worse by not telling Y/N!” 

“I thought it would not turn out this way okay? Jenny is way more into this than she should and now Y/N hates me and probably doesn’t want to see me anymore. I can´t lose her no. No not her. She is the most important thing in my life and I have never been in love so much before.” Chris was pacing around the room trying to text and call you but you did not react. He hated himself probably as much as you hated him in this moment. Maybe even more. This whole thing wasn’t meant to turn out this way just like Sebastian said.

“Thank god you finally said it was it so fucking hard to do that but the only problem here is that you have to tell her and not me!” 

“Yeah that would probably be the right solution.”

“Not probably! It is the right solution. Chris I could punch you in the face so hard for being such a stupid cock treating that poor girl like shit, having no balls to grab her and kiss her to finally show her how much you love her! I´m not doing to stand here and watch how you destroy both of your lives. Here.” Sebastian grabbed Chris phone from the table and handed it to Chris. 

“You´re going to make a few calls saying that you´re taking a few days off, that the relationship with you and Jenny was never something real and after that you´ll get your stupid ass to the next airport heading over to Alaska!”


I´m not a big fan of angsty-stuff so I´m not that happy with how this turned out but it´s important for the last chapters. It´s probably going to be around 7-8 I´m not sure :)

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I´m heading to America for the first time on the 14th-29th and I don´t know how much I´m able to write something. So I might upload on the 19th or the 29th when I´m back I really don´t know and I´m sorry for that but I will upload don´t worry. 

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Request: “hi bb :)) i would like to request a fluffy/ implied smutty poe fic. Where like the reader is coming back from a dangerous mission and poe has been suPEr worried about the reader and once the reader gets back he’s totally like shook¿ and then i guess u can work your magic and make it sorta smutty¿”

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Implied smut!!!

As you exited your X-wing, your knees almost gave out to the hard concrete runway. The mission had been tedious to say the least, and although you had spent most of it sitting down in your ship, the mental toll the constant danger had taken was starting to drag your body into a similar lethargy. Fantasizing about falling into bed was the only thing motivating your feet to step in front of each other, barely registering a worried Leia telling you how glad she was that you had come back safe and successful. All the relief and support of your comrades came in murmurs, your ears still ringing from the explosion that had almost taken out the right wing of your fighter. However, you were alive, your hearing was coming back, and your bed was a mere hallway away. Everything was going to be okay, and coming to realize this fact brought a tired smile to your face. That was until the door to your quarters opened to reveal a frantically pacing Poe Dameron. You should have realized he would be waiting here, since your best friend failed to greet you upon landing.

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New York // Part 2

hi. 
omg it took me ages to write this and idek why. it’s not the best, it’s actually really short and the reason why it’s like that is because i felt like i was dragging it out tooooooooo long and that just makes stuff not enjoyable. i’m sorry i took ages and it’s not even up to standards smh but i really wanted to give you guys somet!! if you have any ideas regarding what i should write about next, preferably not something that i will take ages to write lmao, then please leave them in the message box thing. ummmm, not much else to say so i hope you’s kinda like it? you don’t have to, you can tell me if it’s shite lmao. also i’m really sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, i didn’t proof read bc i wanted it out for you lads as soon as i could! OH ONE MORE QUESTION. do you’s prefer longer or shorter one shots? just so when it comes to writing them i have an idea of what to include and stuff. 
lotta love, xoxo -b

part 1 if you haven’t read it yet here 💗

I was in the shower for probably at least 45 minutes after I woke up from the longest nap ever. It wasn’t my intention to stay in bed until 6 pm however I couldn’t do anything about it. I was tired and although I knew that it didn’t help my jetlag at all I just slept anyway.

Once I was out of the shower, dry and feeling comfortable in my pair of black leggings and baggy shirt I laid back down on the bed. My phone was charging which confused me for a minute because I didn’t remember putting it on the bed side table or even taking it out of my pocket. Then I suddenly realised that it must have been Harry who put me to bed properly and sorted my stuff out as well.

Sighing, I took my phone off of the charger and pressed the middle button which caused the screen to light up. As I scrolled down on the locked screen I saw a whole lot of messages from my mum, my dad, and my mates and if I saw correctly even Harry’s name popped up as well.

I didn’t pay much attention to them because as soon as I unlocked my phone I somehow instantly forgot about the messages. After I finished my daily routine of going through all of my social media accounts which mainly consisted of Instagram and Twitter I decided it was time to show my face. And to be honest, I was rather bored as well. Not to mention my hunger which didn’t seem to fade.

Although when I got downstairs I found myself on my own, it was as if I was the only one living here. I didn’t know where Harry was though he probably told me about it in his text which I never read. Oh well – I thought as I made my way towards the kitchen and opened up the fridge door. It was full of food.

But it was full of healthy food.

Then I found some chocolate yogurt and a smile creeped its way onto my lips. I took it out of the fridge without any hesitation, taking a spoon out of the drawers as well then sat down on the bar stool chairs. My eyes were probably shining like the stars on a night sky while my mouth was watering but just as I was about to eat the first spoonful of desert, Harry stumbled in the house.

First I thought he was drunk or something but then I saw the bags in his hands. His sunglasses were low on his nose, it was about to fall off actually, his shirt was wide open on his chest and his jeans were hanging down on his waist as well.

Basically, he was a mess.  

I raised my eyebrows as I put the spoon in my mouth and ate what was on it, not minding one bit that he just came back. He didn’t seem bothered and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting me to actually get up because he knew me too well.

“Are you still hungry?” he asked me a few minutes later when I had finished my yogurt. He was still putting the things he bought away and right up until the question slipped past his lips, we were both extremely quiet.

Maybe a bit too quiet.

“Umm,” I muttered as I turned around with my chair, leaning back on the counter with my elbows. “Depends what you bought.”

“Just some stuff,” he shrugged then when he turned around he looked at me with a questioning look on his face. Arching my brow, which seemed to be the only facial expression I’ve shown since I woke up, I waited for him to carry on but instead he just looked away while messing with the shopping bags.

“Why are you being so awkward?” I asked him finally, a laugh escaping my lips although I didn’t find the situation funny.

“I’m not being awkward. I don’t know what you’re on about,” he scoffed. “The jetlag must be hitting you and your little nap probably didn’t help you.”

“Are you seriously gonna be acting like a dick to me because I was moody on the way back from the airport?” my voice got stronger and louder as I stayed sat down. I tried not to let my emotions show on my face but I totally failed. I always did so I wasn’t surprised. “I’m so sorry I was tired, hungry and stressed.”

“Well, I was tired, hungry and stressed as well yet I put a smile on my face because I finally got to see you after ages.”

“I’m sorry you felt like that, okay? And I didn’t ask you to force a smile on your face, hell, I-, I don’t even know-, gosh, do we really have to argue?”

“I’m not arguing-,”

“Well then shut your mouth and give me a hug. You didn’t hug me since that awkward one at the airport where everyone was looking.”

A sigh left his mouth as he looked to the side. I saw as he swallowed then shut his eyes and let another sigh out before he concentrated on me with his eyes again.

“Okay, don’t give me a hug then, that’s fine too,” I gave up as I slipped off of the chair. I chucked the spoon in the sink then did the same to the empty yogurt box.

“Baby, look-,” he started to talk as I was about to leave the kitchen but his voice stopped me. I didn’t turn around, hoping he’d carry on with what he wanted to say but the room was dead silent.  

“Do you want me to stay here at all or should I just get my shit and leave?”

“Listen, I’m sorry-,”

“Yeah.”

“I am, I just-, I’m stressed, and I don’t know where my head’s at. I have my first solo performance in like hours, well, tomorrow night, but still. I’m nervous as hell and it didn’t help that I made you so angry when we were in the car.”

“I know you’re stressed and I know how it feels to be like that. You feel like you’re lost as if there’s no way out and you’re just stuck in one place. You don’t know what to do to get over yourself and your problems until you have a big crying session or talk it out with someone. So I don’t think it helps that you’re so distant, and that you made me so angry? When? You were being nice to me and I just flipped because I was not in the mood. You did nothing wrong.”

“Well, then why do I feel like I upset you? You said I was being awkward then I was acting like a dick towards you just now. What am I supposed to think?” his voice was desperate and lost, my heart suddenly started to ache for him and my actions spoke louder than my words could.

As I walked back to him I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, making sure I did my best to collect all of his pieces that were not stuck together to make him his perfect self. I absolutely hated seeing him in a bad shape and no matter what he did or did not do I couldn’t just stand there and let him be.

Which might not be always beneficial and it may make me look absolutely weak when it comes to him I had to accept it.

Almost right as I hugged him, his arms wrapped around my neck and his head rested on top of mine, making sure our bodies basically moulded into one.

“I love you. I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” he whispered into my hair, his soft voice full of emotions making my heart beat faster and goose bumps arise on my arms.

“I love you and please don’t say that. You’re not a mess.”

“I am a mess though and you know it too,” he sighed as he slightly pulled away, shoving one of his hands through this short hair.

“Well then in that case, you are my mess,” I winked at him as I got on the tip of my toes to press a light kiss on his lips.

He smiled which made me smile and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his neck this time and jump into his arms. Thankfully, he held on to me so I didn’t fall, a soft chuckle leaving his irresistible lips while his eyes were shining brighter than anything I have ever seen before.

“I’m sorry about my attitude before,” I told him as I hid my face in the crook of his neck. My grip was tight on him, my fingers formed into a fist as I locked my arms around Harry’s neck.

“Don’t worry about it, love,” he said and he suddenly started to walk out of the kitchen.

We didn’t go far, just to the couch in the living room where he sat down with me in his arms then I ended up sitting on his lap with my legs on each side of his waist.

“So you’ll come and see me, right?” he asked me a few minutes after he was just staring at me but not in a creepy way. He did that sometimes and I didn’t mind it because I knew he gave me his full attention and I loved it.

Now that might have sounded uptight and kind of selfish, it was the truth plus I didn’t mean it in that sense.

“Yes,” I said right away. “I mean if you want me to, it’s up to you.”

“I want you to,” he nodded. “Actually, I need you to come with me,” he laughed. “M’gonna be doing these skits and I need you to be there not to mention I’m performing a new song.”

“Which one?” I asked him curiously. I haven’t exactly heard his full album yet only because I told him I want it to be a surprise.

He actually really wanted me to listen to it then after I told him I wanted to wait for the actual release date he kinda got onto my idea. Of course he showed me snippets here and there because he knew how curious I was all of the time but I’m also way too stubborn so I wouldn’t just ask him to show me stuff.

“The only one you heard. Apart from Sign of the Times.”

“Ever Since New York?” I asked again just to make sure I was thinking about the right one.

I knew of the titles of the songs but I didn’t listen to them.

“Yeah,” a small smile made its way onto his lips. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his in a soft peck, his right hand came in contact with my cheek as he rested it on my face while our lips were touching. “I’m very happy you are here.”

“I’m very happy to be here.”

“Good,” he chuckled. “I missed having you around.”

“I bet you did,” I joked which to he raised one of his eyebrows and pouted at the same time. “I think I missed you too.”

“What do you mean you think? Aren’t you supposed to know that?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

“Um, yes?”

“Well, I don’t,” I shrugged as I kept on messing around with him and eventually got off his lap.

My legs were still on his thighs but I was sitting on the couch, right next to him. He took advantage of this position as he leaned into me, resting his head on my shoulder and placing his hands on my legs. They were warm and big and it made the butterflies in my stomach come to live as he rested his hands on my thighs. He just had that effect on me and it was lovely really.

“I’m just messing with you, I missed you more than you’ll ever know,” I said suddenly as I hugged his bicep tightly and pressed a few kisses on his chin as his head was still leaning on my shoulder.

You get sick||Why don't we||Preference two♡

Summary:They take care of you while your sick♡

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2126


Jonah Marais- When Jonah woke up at 3:30am on a Friday morning to the sound of you puking he got up instantly, running to the bathroom and pulling your hair back as he sat down next to you and rubbing your back with a wash cloth ready to wipe your mouth when you were done.

By the time you had finished emptying your stomach you looked up at your boyfriend of 8 months with tears in your eyes, you had never experienced stomach pain so bad in your life.

“Come here princess"Jonah said opening his arms as he leaned against the wall of your bathroom. You crawled into his arms, resting your head on his chest while his arms wrapped around your waist.

After a while of sitting there and your tears and pain didn’t stop Jonah whispered ‘hold on’ and picked you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist and his hand found a place on your bum. Unsure of what he was doing but having full trust in him, you buried your head farther into his neck as you felt him walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Jonah turned on the lights before setting you down on the kitchen Island and going to the medicine cupboard to find the tums and some flu meds. You hadn’t been feeling well since the two of had gotten home from the Fancy dinner Jonah had taken you out hours before.

"You think you have food poisoning baby?” Jonah asked handing you a cup off water and some advil and placing the tums on the counter next to you and standing between your legs.

“Mhm” You sighed placing your throbbing head back on his chest.

“I just wanna go to sleep” You whispered as Jonah placed a kiss on your head before picking you back up and bringing you back up to the room you shared where you two cuddled while he sung you back to sleep and when you woke up the next morning you felt better and it was all thanks to your amazing boyfriend Jonah.


Daniel Seavey- When Daniel and the boys got back from the studio to the house you and the boys shared he was confused when he didn’t see you up and about like you normally did. When Daniel walked into the two you two shared and saw the tissues all over the bed and your head under the covers he knew it meant only one thing-you were sick.

“Baby why didn’t you call me at the studio? I would have come home and I would have brought soup” He asked shuffling over to the bed as you let out a groan and removed the duvet from your head to expose your horrible bed head and red nose as Daniel let out a chuckle as he took a look at his girlfriend.

“I didn’t wanna bug you baby, your working so hard on the new *sneeze* album and I didn’t want to interrupt you” You sniffled as he crawled into bed with you and pulled you into his arms.

“What have I told you? Day or night if you need me just call me and Ill be there” He said causing a sick chuckle to fall from your lips.

“Hot boy quotes himself to me. is it wrong if that makes me love you more?” You asked causing a large laugh to now fall from his lips, it was like music to your ears. It even made you feel a little better but that was until a huge coffee attack came and then Daniel got up causing a cry to come from you. He had been gone for 6 hours and all you wanted to do was nap with him.

“Ill be back, I’m going to get you cold meds and your favourite soup” He smiled before bending down and placing a kiss on your extremely warm forehead causing his eyes to go wide.

“Baby your burning up?!” He exclaimed before running into the shared bathroom you two had and got a face cloth from the drawer and soaked it in some cool water before coming back into the room and placing it on your face.

“Cheesy Potato Bacon for Tims right?!” Your horsed called out before he opened the door to your room.

“I wouldn’t dream about getting you any other kind of soup dear” he called out before closing the door behind him causing a tired smile to fall on your face before you closed your eyes and fell back asleep until Danny came back.


Jack Avery- Rolling over you let a huge groan as every bone in your body ached but you heard your phone go off playing something different and right away you knew it was Jack calling and if you had ignored it he would have started to worry. Picking up your phone that laid on Jacks side of the bed you slid the answer button to the FaceTime call and waited for his face to pop up.

“Hey babygir- you don’t look so good, are you okay?” He asked, worry completely filling his face as he looked at you.

“Just a flu I think, I feel like shit but ill be fine” You told him, trying your best to give him the 'don’t worry’ smile but today it wasn’t feeling well.

“Jonah give me your phone for a second” He called turning his face away from the phone causing you to assume Jonah was the boy sitting next to him.

You watched as he started typing on Jonahs phone and then looked up at you with a smile.

“How much do you love me?” He asked as he handed Jonah back his phone.

“With my whole heart you goof and you know that, why?” You asked with a tired chuckle, closing your eyes for a moment as dizziness took over your whole body. Fucking colds.

“Well since we are in New York and Im not there to take care of you and we both know you don’t take care of yourself when your sick Ive got Logan bringing over the flu meds that don’t make you loopy and your favourite food from Panera” He said causing a smile to fall on your face, a huge one. Jack was always doing cute things like this, he was always finding some way to take care of you and show you he loves you, he was amazing.

“I love you noodles, so much” you whispered before feeling tiredness fall back on you.

“Get some more rest baby, Logan has a key. I love you princess” He whispered, you felt chills down your spine as it almost felt like he was right there with you, the last thing you hear was the call end, but not without Jack saying that he loves you once more.

That might before he went to bed he sent you a text making sure you had eaten and taken some meds, no one had ever cared for you as much as him.


Zach Herron- You, Zach and the boys had gone on a small vacation just a few hours away from the city to a beautiful beach house that was absolutely breath taking, you had been there for about 3 days out of the two weeks you guys were planning to stay there when you started getting horribly sick. You were puking and coughing like crazy and Zach hadn’t left your side since it had started happening.

“How you feeling baby?” He asked as you laid with your head on his chest and his fingers playing with hair trying to do anything to make the pain go away.

“Can I have some more advil?” You croaked, your throat in extreme pain from puking and coughing so much.

“Not yet princess but soon, Daniel should be back with your food and actually cold meds for you” He whispered placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Im not hungry” You whispered, snuggling your head deeper into his chest.

“Y/n baby, you gotta eat something. Its almost been twenty four hours and thats extremely unhealthy baby” He said, you could hear the seriousness in his voice, Truthfully Zach had never been so worried about you, all the boys were telling him that it was just a flu or a bug and that You’d be fine but every time he followed you into the bathroom to hold your hair back he felt his heart break even more. Zach had horrible anxiety and always worried that normal things were something so much worse, such as a flu being cancer. He couldn’t help but worry about the love of his life.

“Zach baby, its just a bug okay? I will be fine in a few days but yes, Ill eat something if it will make you feel any better. I just feel bad that this is how your spending your vacation” You frowned, placing a kiss on his lower shoulder.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than here taking care of you princess, I love you” He told you, kissing your forehead for the millionth time because he knew it relaxed your body.


Corbyn Besson- You woke up on your couch from a nap to pounding on your door. Sitting up quickly as you had been startled you looked around to see the sun had gone down and you were sweating like crazy.

Walking Dizzly to the door you opened it to see a worry Corbyn at the other end of the door.

“Y/n are you okay?! Ive been calling you for the last hour and No one has heard from you since two” He said as you stood out of the way so he could walk into your apartment.

“I um-What time is it?” You asked confused as you shut the heavy brown apartment door and looking at him confused.

“Its almost 11pm, Ive been so worried about you baby” Your blonde boyfriend of three months whispered walking closer to you and pulling you closer as he put his hands on your hip.

“I um- f-fell asleep. Im not feeling so well” You whispered closing your eyes making Corbyns whole face drain with worry, he had never seen you like this before. Placing his hands on your forehead his eyes almost popped out of head.

“Baby, your burning up! You need a cool shower, Ill try and find something for you to take while your in there” He said rushing you towards the bathroom.

“Corbyn I don’t think I can stand. Im extremely dizzy” You whispered, you could hardly keep your eyes open, everything was blurry.

Corbyn was officially freaking out now, he had never been so worried about you in his whole life.

“Wheres your Advil baby? We gotta break the fever?” He asked sitting you down on your couch, you directed him to the bathroom cabinet filled with different things and he came back with a bottle of pills and a cup of water.

After you had taken the pills Corbyn picked you up and brought you to the bathroom before turning on the shower and he turned to you.

“Im gonna help you into the shower okay? I know we still aren’t 100% in that place yet and you know I respect that but baby this fever is extremely high and a shower is the only way I know how to bring it down” he told you, if you weren’t sick and on the verge of passing out you were almost positive you would have told him you loved him right there and then.

Since you and Corbyn had started dating he had done amazing and beautiful things like this, he had made you feel respected and love and cared for without even trying. He was an over all amazing human being.

Stripping you down into nothing but your underwear he brought you into the shower where the not too cold but not too warm water either and sat with you at the bottom of the bath with you in-between his legs. Placing kisses on your wet head as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You started feeling better after about half an hour later and Corbyn helped you get out and dried you off before bringing you in your room to get changed. Putting his hoodie on you before finding Pj shorts in your bottom drawer and helping you slip them on.

After tucking you into bed he placed a kiss on your forehead and waited until he thought you were asleep before he got off the chair in the corner of your room and headed towards the door.

“Please stay” you whispered before he could leave. You just wanted him, he made you feel better, he made you feel safe and when you were sick that was all you ever needed. He was all you ever needed.

Important // Namjoon Scenario // fluff

A/N: My sister was talking about cuddling with Namjoon and somehow I got this from that lol. For fair warnings sake, there is a kind of panic/anxiety attack in this and a slight mention of self injury (but nothing graphic I promise!) I will put that section in italics so if you want to skip it you can, it won’t really hurt your understanding of the story if you don’t read it.  I hope you enjoy! 


Namjoon said that he would be done hours ago. Of course you understand that this is very important to him and of course you understand that ‘you can’t rush the process’ and that this process took a long time, which was okay, but you needed to talk to him. You even offered to leave, knowing that this track was important and even telling him so, but his response was nothing more than a simple:

“You’re important too.”

And he begged you with his eyes to stay, to keep him company, to cherish the time that you guys got together and not waste it. You readily agreed, knowing that you had been lonely in his absence and thinking that you would be content with just staring at the back of his head for a little while longer, he just had 'one more bit to go’.

He was wrong, and so were you.

'One more bit’ turned into another bit, which turned into another hour, him wanting perfection, but you were wanting comfort. A shoulder to lean on, someone to hug you and make you feel like things were going to be alright. Maybe you shouldn’t bother him with your stupid problems, them seeing completely irrelevant and mundane compared to the complexity of the issues that he was facing, but you were still hurt. You felt unimportant, like a burden, confused, and not knowing why. You felt like you were slowing him down and you knew that people finding out that he was friends with a fat girl would cause him problems, and you didn’t want that to happen. You were growing cold on the couch, both physically and mentally, your brain feeling like a fuzzy TV screen, and you really just wanted to go home and cry, trying to get his help was a mistake. You had grown way too dependent on him, and grown too attached. You had grown to love him more than a friend should, and you needed to get away from him before he found out. Maybe you could go home now, he didn’t even know that you were feeling this way or that you wanted to talk to him, it would be easy.

“Joon, I think I’m gonna go.” You stood to leave, not really trying to meet his confused gaze, and you shuffled towards him, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, mumbling a quick 'I love you’.

“Hey, you don’t have to go. I got distracted with this, I didn’t mean to ignore you. We can hang out now, if you want.” He reached out his hands and slid them down your arms, wrapping his hands loosely around your wrists with a bashful smile. You briefly considered staying again, but the tingles and jittery feelings of his hands on your squishy arms reminded you of your need to go. You smiled tiredly, your round cheeks protesting against the simple action, and shook your head.

“It’s fine, Joonie. I have to get up early for class tomorrow anyway. I’ll text you.” You weren’t sure if you lied or not, your mind was blank and you weren’t sure of anything at this point. You bent over and tugged your boots over your chubby calves and tugged your hoodie over your head, fluffing out your hair and offering a wave while you walked out the door, closing it with a small sigh. Everything would be fine.

~

Everything was not fine. As soon as you walked through the door to your apartment, you felt frustration build up in your chest, not understanding what was going on, what had went wrong to make you feel this way. It was nothing short of a miracle that you managed to keep it together during the walk home, the brisk night air gave you something to focus on. There wasn’t a distraction here. The silence of the apartment closed you in, made you feel like a caged animal with no where to go or hide. It told you that it knew everything, your shortcomings, your flaws, your fears and doubts, and it mocked them. You turned on music, trying to fill the silence with something, anything, but it was still there. You found yourself pacing, walking around in a circuit- in front of the silent TV, the window and door, behind the couch. You started digging, sinking your nails into the chubby skin of your forearms and picking and scratching, needing to fidget, needing to distract. You couldn’t think to turn on the TV, you couldn’t think to maybe call someone, like your sister or friend, and have them talk to you about unimportant tasks, distracting you from yourself. You were crying, you felt the tears streaming down your face but there was nothing you could do. You were trapped, a prisoner of your own mind.

~

You woke up the next morning in your bed, not remembering getting there but also remembering that you blacked out when things became too much, your mind being put on neutral and your body just going through the motions. You had no class today, you accidentally lied to Namjoon, and you were thankful and upset. Thankful, because you felt like an exhausted mess, and upset because there were no distractions. You sent a brief text to Namjoon, apologizing for your odd behavior and apologizing for being wrong about having class today. You shut your phone off without waiting for a response and chucked it somewhere on the couch next to you. You flipped on the TV, looking through the channels aimlessly until you settled on some nature documentary, it being the perfect background for you to zone back into your thoughts.

School was going well enough, your social life was lacking but then again it always has, nothing 'bad’ had really happened lately. You still felt like you were being too reliant on Namjoon, too clingy and needy, loving him too much, and you knew that you wanted to distance yourself from him a little bit, learn to deal with things on your own. You decided to turn your phone back on after you managed to rethink every single one of your life choices and regretted them in some way, needing the distraction and something to focus on, to keep you occupied; the nature documentary wasn’t cutting it. You received an influx of notifications, most from Namjoon, all asking you if you were upset, if you needed to talk, to all of which you just responded with a simple 'no’ and you started scrolling through Instagram, double-tapping every single post without even looking at the picture or reading the caption, the rhythmic tapping somehow calming you a little. You put your phone on 'do not disturb’, Namjoon had grown a little irritating, texting you constantly and trying to get you to respond, he was 'worried about you’ and saying that you 'seemed off’ and 'maybe you should talk to me’. Something that you wanted so badly yesterday now seemed terrifying, the thought of trying to voice your doubts and fears scaring you, knowing that they probably sounded ridiculous to someone who had to work so hard to get to the place he was, and wanting to deal with it on your own, feeling like he felt obligated to care and help. You were also afraid of him catching onto your feelings, feelings that definitely would not be reciprocated. You could handle it.

~

You hadn’t really talked to Namjoon in four or five days, you hadn’t really talked to anyone in four or five days, simply going back and forth to class, coming home and doing your work, and just trying to fall into a routine that kept you distracted. His texts slowed down but they never completely stopped, stating that he 'may be busy, but he still wanted to talk to you’ and that definitely sealed the deal on not telling him or bothering him, not wanting to get in the way when he was busy working and making something of himself, unlike you. You were proud of him and didn’t want to hold him back.

It went on like that for another week, you being numb to your feelings and missing Namjoon, but knowing that he was busy doing what he loved and that you were a distraction, something that could ruin his image. You texted him back occasionally so he wouldn’t think you were dead and he wouldn’t worry too much, telling him that you were fine and that nothing was wrong and that you needed space. Things slowly became a new version of normal, and you shoved your feelings into a box and put them on a high shelf in the back of your mind.

You just finished the last class of the week and you were ready to go home and relax to the best of your abilities, maybe watch a movie and take a nap or go to bed early, the thought speeding up your walk to your apartment door. Before you were even down the hall, you saw a familiar head of brown hair pacing by your door and your heart sank into your stomach, slight panic taking its place. You tried to ignore the feeling of relief that you felt, pretend it didn’t exist, at seeing him in person again after avoiding him for almost a week and a half. You considered turning around and high-tailing it to a nearby café, but seeing how worried and scared he looked, you felt guilty for even thinking about it. So you steeled your nerves and pushed your shoulders back and almost stalked down the hallway, a trick you learned when you were an unconfident and uncomfortable high school student: when you feel unconfident, fake confidence. A look of relief washed over his face when he saw you, and he looked like he was going to yank you into his arms, but at the last second he thought better of it.

“I’m sorry that it seems like I don’t appreciate you, but I do.” You furrowed your brows and cocked your head to the side, unlocking your door and pushing it open.

“I know you appreciate me. You have nothing to apologize for.” You gave him a soft smile and made to walk into your apartment but he gripped onto your hand and gently pulled you back, intertwining both of your hands in his while looking down at you with a small smile and raised brows.

“Then I want to spend time with you. I miss my best friend.” You bit your lip, the offer sounding tempting, but you felt that you should turn him down, say you didn’t feel well so you didn’t have to do it; no matter how tempting the proposition was. He felt your hesitance and his shoulders sagged along with his smile, and he dropped your hands and rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly.

“We don’t have-”

“I want to. I miss you too.” You pulled him into your apartment and shut the door, watching with a smile as he ran over to your couch and flopped down on it, hugging a pillow to his chest. You sighed, your heart fluttering at his actions, and you realized how much you really missed him.

“I’m calling in a pizza, you pick a movie.”

~

“Come closer to me~. You’re never this far away.” The movie was playing in the background and you could tell that neither of you were really focusing on it, which wasn’t really surprising. You followed his request and scooted closer to him and he rested his head on your pillowy thighs, smiling contentedly when you moved to start playing with his hair by reflex. He had a dopey look on his face, he wouldn’t look away from you even if you were watching the movie, and you raised your brows at him in search of an explanation.

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” You looked up to the ceiling and snorted, intent on hiding your rosy cheeks, believing that this was a joke and you didn’t want him to see how affected you were by it.

“Beautiful for a fat chick, right?” You clarified, and he clicked his tongue in a scolding tone while sitting up off your lap, turning his body to face you and you did the same.

“Why would you being fat put you on a different standard of beauty, Y/N?” You looked away and shrugged, not really having an answer other than the fact that you were told that your whole life. He slowly reached forward to tilt your head back towards him but you moved your head away from his palm and he settled for tucking your hair behind your ear and stroking your cheek with his knuckles.

“Why didn’t you talk to me for a week and a half? Why won’t you look at me?” You released a shaky sigh, trying to come up with a believable lie and failing, so you decided to settle for half-truths.

“You were busy.” It was a horrible lie. He was always busy and that’s never stopped you before. He gently grabbed your arms and flipped them palm up, looking at the scabs that you created on yourself from your anxiety a week ago. He swore under his breath and pulled your face to look at him, holding it there firmly. He didn’t speak for a while, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it you assumed, and you were preparing yourself for the worst.

“You know that I’m never too busy to talk to you and help you through your problems, Y/N.” You sighed and rolled your eyes, not believing him at all.

“I’m not going to put my stupid problems on your plate when you’re already working so hard.” You snapped, becoming uncomfortable because he was getting too close to the truth and he narrowed his eyes at you, studying your face and body language.

“You’re not a burden or a waste of time, Y/N.” Bingo.

“I… I never said I was-”

“You don’t have to say anything. I noticed. I notice you.” You were silent, terrified of the other possible things that he could have noticed. He continued.

“You have no idea of how hard it was for me to blatantly see you struggling and waiting for you to bring it up when I have the sneaking suspicion that you never will. But I kept waiting, believing that when you were really struggling and in pain that you would trust me enough to tell me, but I guess I was a little wrong.” You’re eyes widened at the notion of him thinking that you didn’t trust him, the notion sounding absolutely ridiculous. Of course you trusted Namjoon, he’s your best friend for a reason!

“The fact that you think I don’t trust you is almost laughable. There’s a reason why you’re the only person I even considered bringing up my problems to. There’s a reason why I let you touch my stomach and hips and trace your mindless doodles on them. There’s a reason I let you hold me at night when you can’t sleep, even though it makes me slightly uncomfortable to be so close to someone that means so much to me. I trust you.” You raked your nails through your hair, moving to get off the couch and he grabbed your hips and hauled you onto his lap, you automatically struggling, not wanting to be held so close to him when you were already struggling with your feelings.

“Then why won’t you trust me now? Why won’t you let me hold you now?” He had a sort of teasing lilt to his voice, something that confused you but you ignored. He had you straddling his lap, something you two had always done, but it felt different this time. The way his thumbs were rubbing small circles into your wide hips and the way his eyes, with a hint of a smile in them, peered into your own felt different this time. The feelings were overwhelming, the look in his eyes was equally overwhelming and hard to read, everything was overwhelming. So overwhelming that you needed to get away from it or you would do something that you would regret, like kissing him like some cliché movie moment, so you opted for the truth, which you were sure would scare him away.

“Because I like it too much! I like you too much!” You whined, just wanting out of the situation, watching his eyes widen and waiting for the inevitable.

But he laughed.

You groaned and he tugged your head into his shoulder, letting you hide your blushing face in his hoodie while holding the back of your head, with his other hand caressing your side gently, tracing every bump and swell that he found.

“Now was that so bad?” He sounded smug and your stomach did an uneasy flip, fearing that he was teasing you, mocking you and that he had been waiting for this moment for so long, to make fun of you and embarrass you, something you knew he wouldn’t do out of meanness, but it still scared you. He tried to tug your head out of his shoulder but you refused to be moved so he let you be and wrapped you in a hug, his arms sinking into your skin, something you knew he liked the feel of because of how much he told you about it, how often he called you warm and comfortable, like a fluffy and soft blanket.

“How long have you known?” You had turned your head so you wouldn’t be muffled, but it still came out rather hesitant and shy and he shivered beneath you, because your breath accidentally puffed against his neck. He was silent for a few moments, thinking.

“The guys probably knew way before you did because they were watching us like hawks, believing that we would eventually get together, so they noticed the small changes in your personality easily.” He paused, gathering his thoughts and you could imagine his face, eyebrows knotted together, lips pursed and eyes towards the ceiling in thought.

“And when Seokjin told me I had refused to believe him, calling him crazy because in my mind there was no possible way that you liked me back, not your dorky and too tall for his own good best friend. So I ignored it until I started to notice it too, the way you blushed when I touched your hips or played with your hair and you had the cutest little blushes and smiles when I treated you very gently, which gave me a huge confidence boost because I thought I was touching you wrong for the longest time.” You felt your face heat up, remembering the first time you felt his wandering hands mapping out the features on your face or rubbing at your side while he was holding you when he couldn’t sleep, remembering the way your heart leapt out of your chest in worry, afraid that he was going to find something that he didn’t like. You pulled away from his neck and met his eyes, noticing the little blush adorning his face and the shy smile tugging at his lips with his hair falling into his eyes, causing you to reach forward and gently comb it out of the way with your fingers. You blushed and slowly removed your hand but before you fully moved it he snagged it in his hand and pressed a small kiss to the inside of your wrist and refusing to meet your gaze afterwards, but not letting go of your hand.

“You said 'back’.”

“What do you mean?”

“You said 'liked me back’. So you like me too.” It was a statement more than anything but he nodded anyway and it was his turn to nestle his head into the space right above your heart with burning cheeks, and you felt the way his breath fanned against your left breast and you shivered as well, the feeling pleasant and comforting for some reason. Once he calmed down, he moved his face and pulled you closer to his body on your lap, not leaving a whisper of space between you two and your height difference was evened out, leaving your eyes level. He looked like he was going to kiss you, slowly moving his head forward and his gaze flickering to your lips every now and then, bit at the last breath of distance between your lips he grew shy and blushy, mumbling apologies with a breathy laugh while pulling away.

“I’m sorry. I’m too shy to kiss your lips right now. Can I kiss you here instead?” He pointed at your heart and you rolled your eyes, giggling nonetheless and nodding. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the skin and you felt your skin spark at the intimate contact, wondering how this kiss was better for him, but enjoying it anyway. He let his lips linger, almost avoiding your gaze when he pulled away.

“Why are you being so cute and shy? I’m not the first girl you’ve kissed.” You giggled, watching the tips of his ears grow a little red and he pouted, meeting your gaze.

“Yeah but it’s the first time I’ve kissed you.” He cringed at his words and swore under his breath, you groaned and lightly hit his shoulder.

“Way too cheesy, Joonie. Way too cheesy.”

Seven Angst Pt. 1

Genre: Angst

Characters: MC x Seven/Luciel

a/n: Here are the Headcanons that this originated from: MC and the boys have a fight.   Angst fics so far: Zen Part 1 , Yoosung Part 1, Seven Part 1


You trudged into your Fiance’s office ready to confront him once again. Luciel had been working non-stop for 5 days straight. He was so stressed he had regressed to his bad habits of not eating or sleeping properly. He refused to come out of his office for dinner or come to bed when you asked him to.

You were getting super worried but he wouldn’t listen to you at all. You continued to confront him but to no avail. This time however, would be different. He was going to eat a good meal, take a shower, and a nap even if you had to force him to.

You began to pick up crumpled bags of chips and half empty cans of PhD Pepper. You threw them into a trash bag and once you were done you decided it was time to get Luciel’s attention.

You went to him and wrapped your arms around him to get his attention. You loved him even if he hadn’t washed in five days and smelled like potato chips.

“Luciel, honey, you’ve been up for days. Come take a nap with me” you cooed into his ear.

“Babe, I would love to but I just can’t.” he whined back.

His dark circles looked like bruises under his eyes and you bit your lip and tried again.

“If you’ll eat something healthy and take a shower I’ll make it worth your while” you flirted.

That seemed to do the trick. He paused his work and actually did what you asked for once. After he was clean and had eaten a healthy lunch the two of you ended up in bed. You were making out but he kept falling asleep.

You told him you could continue this after he got some sleep and he agreed. Damn, should’ve thought of this earlier. You promised to wake him up in two hours. After he finally passed out from exhaustion you called Vanderwood.

You thought that Vanderwood would be understanding. You guys were on almost friendly terms at this point. He mostly just liked it that he didn’t have to pick up after Luciel anymore.

During the call, Vanderwood didn’t say anything at and you were proud of yourself thinking you were helping. Maybe now Luciel won’t be so overworked.

You woke Luciel up even though you wanted to let him sleep. He always looked so adorable when he slept. He got back to work right away without even remembering your promise. Before he could get too far into work he got a call.

You went it to check on him when it seemed like maybe he was done with the call. He was still on the phone he just wasn’t speaking. The call went on for a long time and at one point he looked up at you in shock. After that his face turned red and he looked a little angry.

You tried to leave the room but he made a motion that told you to sit down and stay put while he finished the call. When the person on the other end hung up he swiveled around and stared at you.

“MC, do you know who I was just talking to on the phone?” he said in a deathly quiet voice.

You said nothing, waiting for him to elaborate.

“That was Vanderwood, and he said the funniest thing to me. He said that I shouldn’t be in this line of work if I can’t handle the pressure.” His started raising his voice  

“I was pretty shocked when he said that and when I asked what he was talking about he told me that you called him, but it turns out it wasn’t him it was the director, to chew him out about my workload. He said I shouldn’t take on more than I think I can handle. Now, why would he say that?”

“Luciel I was just worr-” You started to say but stopped when you saw his hand gesturing you to stop speaking.

“No, MC You had no right to do that. I don’t care what you thought. I thought I made this clear. I know what I can handle.” He had raised his voice. Not quite to the point of yelling but nearly there.

You’ve never seen him this angry before and you were scared. You decided that maybe staying quiet and letting him vent would help. That was the wrong move as he seemed to just get more frustrated with your silence.

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT MY JOB IS LIKE SO STOP BUTTING IN. MY WORK DOESN’T CONCERN YOU SO STOP INVOLVING YOURSELF. YOU HAD NO RIGHT AT ALL TO CALL VANDERWOOD.” At this point, he grabbed your shoulders and was shaking you roughly.

Tears were forming in your eyes “ Luciel stop you’re hurting me.” When he still wouldn’t let go you shoved him off of you harshly.

“I just thought I was helping you. Because of work you haven’t been eating or sleeping properly. I was only thinking about you.” You started to raise your voice as well.

“I don’t need you here MC, I don’t want your help. Stop interfering with my work and leave me alone.” When seven finally looked up at you his face fell upon seeing the pain on your face.

It felt as if your heart stopped beating. Your mind kept replaying the words “I don’t need you here.”  

“Y-you don’t mean that do you Luciel? I know you’re upset but this isn’t funny.” When he didn’t respond your heart shattered. You started to cry harder.

“Well, if that’s how you really feel then I guess this is it then.” You turned towards the door not feeling welcome there anymore.Right before you turned the doorknob you stopped and you prayed that your voice wouldn’t waver again.

“Goodbye Seven” you said through choked sobs.

Then you walked out, your heart breaking as the door shut behind you.

Loopy Daughter- Gerard Way

Today you were getting your wisdom teeth pulled and you were beyond nervous. You didn’t like needles or doctors or anything that had to do with the medical field.

“Y/N you ready?” your dad asked you when he came up to your room.

“Um, yeah I guess. Can I just keep them in actually.” you said nervously and he gave you a weird look trying not to laugh.

“No honey, that’s not how it works. They’re causing pain and you have to get them out. Now we have to go or we’ll be late.” he said.

You let out a nervous breath before following him downstairs.

“Good luck Y/N. Don’t die.” your little sister Bandit said.

“Thanks B for making me feel so much better.” you said sarcastically.

The whole ride to the dentist your leg didn’t stop bouncing. Your dad put on some music to calm you, but it didn’t do much. In the waiting room your hands started to sweat from your nervous.

“Breath Y/N. You’ll be fine. You’ll wake up and never realize you were asleep.” he told you and you tried your hardest to relax.

“Y/N Way.” the nurse called.

You stood and your dad followed you and the nurse.

You took a seat in the chair and looked up to your dad.

“If you have headphones you can listen to music. It helps some people calm down.” the nurse told you.

“Should I put on some My Chemical Romance. They were like your lullabies as a baby.” your dad joked while handing you your headphones and phone.

You put on your favorite playlist and put one earbud in.

“This will only be about 45 minutes to an hour and you’ll be awake and you can go home.” the nurse said.

“I have to leave now okay Y/N. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You nodded nervously and he left. Before you knew it you were out and what felt like a short nap you were awake. Your mouth felt stiff and your mind felt a bit foggy.

“Morning sleepyhead. They’re out, wasn’t so bad now was it?” you dad asked you and you looked at him oddly.

You still felt sleepy, but the nurse was there with the wheelchair to help you out. You were pretty confused until you got back into the car.

“I want my boyfriend?” you whined as your dad pulled away on to the road.

“Y/N you don’t have a boyfriend. Unless you do and haven’t told us yet?” he laughed at your groggy state.

“Yes I do. You’ve met him too. Remember Josh?” you asked with gauze in your mouth.

“Like the drummer from that band you’re obsessed with? That Josh?”

“Yeah that’s him. Don’t you think he’s so sweet. He treats me really good dad. I don’t see why you can’t except that I’m in love with him. We’re going to get married and have kids.” you said crying.

“Don’t cry Y/N, you’re going to hurt your mouth. I love Josh then if he’s nice to you.” he held back laughing. “What are your kids names going to be?” he asked you trying to make you not cry.

“I’m not sure yet, but if we have a boy first probably Tyler Gerard, because I love Tyler too and you’re my dad. You’re the best dad ever.”

“Awe thanks Y/N. So do you like their song Cancer?” he asked you.

“Ew no. I hate it, I think your version was better.” you said before sitting up in the seat with wide eyes. “Don’t tell Josh.” you stated.

“Don’t worry I won’t.” By this time you were home and your dad helped you up to your bedroom.

“Try and get some sleep.”

“But I want Josh.” you whined.

“You have to get your beauty rest for him so close your eyes and he will be here.” he told you still holding back a laugh.

“Okay you’re right. I’m gonna sleep. Will you text him and tell him I love him for me.” you asked closing your eyes.

“Good night Y/N.” he said laughing closing the door.

Gerard’s P.O.V.

I felt bad laughing at Y/N, because she just got her wisdom teeth out and had no idea what she was saying.

“How did it go?” my wife Lindsey asked.

“Good except she thinks she’s dating that drummer from twenty one pilots.” I laughed.

“Oh no. Did you try and tell her she isn’t?” she asked laughing.

“Yeah but she yelled at me and started crying saying she was going to marry him and have kids with him because he treats her right and they love each other.”

“That poor kid is going to wake up and be so embarrassed.” Lindsey said laughing.

“Especially after this.” I said hitting post on twitter.

Y/N’S P.O.V.

You just woke up and you saw your sister’s eyes watching you.

“You look scary with all that blood.” she stated pointing to your lips that had dried blood on them.

“Can you go get mom or dad?” you asked and she left.

A few minutes later your dad walked in with medicine and ice cream.

“How you feeling?” he asked.

“It hurts like a lot.” you said.

“I know. Here’s some pain medicine and sorry Josh isn’t here.” he softly laughed and you gave him a weird look.

“You don’t remember? Here maybe this will refresh your memory.” he handed you his phone that was open on twitter.

@Joshuadun Your biggest fan got her wisdom teeth out today. I think she’s going to be really upset when she realizes she isn’t married to you with 3 kids (one named Tyler Gerard).

“Dad no you didn’t” you wanted to yell, but it came out small from the gauze and pain.

“I’m sorry but I had to. Did you see he replied?”

It’s an honor that I was married to your daughter while she was out of it. Hope you don’t mind that I didn’t get your permission to marry her first, but I don’t think I was aware of it either.

“Dad I’m so embarrassed but at the same time that’s amazing. At least Josh Dun knows I exist now.” you said and your dad laughed.

“Try and rest Y/N.” he said leaving your room. “Oh and just so you know you can’t have a boyfriend until you’re married.”


A/N- This may or may not be how I was when I got my wisdom teeth out. We had 4 kids actually. All boys. My mom took a video. I wanna burn it. It’s so embarrassing.  

Undo (7)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Epilogue | Epilogue: We Meet Again

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, smut

Word Count: 4,405

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (lol I made these banners for my series so I wouldn’t have to keep choosing a new gif every time…now there’s no hassle. I made ones for Escape, Undo, and a…different series that nobody knows about ha anyway what do you think of them? :D)

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