Ever since the unicorn frappucino was released, I’ve seen an uptick in “diabeetus” jokes. I’ve also seen people posting pictures of candy and cake and saying “Look at my diabeetus ha ha ha,” as if diabetes is some type of joke.
Diabetes is not a frappucino. There is no such thing as “diabetes on a plate” or “diabetes in a cup.” Let me tell you what diabetes actually is.
Diabetes is a small child dying of ketoacidosis because the doctor in the ER thought that child had the flu.
Diabetes is parents who can’t sleep through the night because they have to get up and check their child’s blood sugar during the night to make sure their child hasn’t gone into insulin shock or diabetic coma.
Diabetes is waking up in the middle of the floor covered in bruises and rug burn because you fell asleep after taking insulin but before eating the food that you took the insulin for, and your blood sugar crashed, causing you to fall off the couch and have a seizure.
Diabetes is having to decide whether there is enough insulin to last until you get paid or whether you will skip a meal or two so that you can take less insulin and save money on groceries.
Diabetes is not getting enough sleep because your blood sugar was too high, meaning that you got out of bed to go to the bathroom multiple times, or too low, meaning that you got out of bed to treat the low and then stayed awake to be sure it didn’t go low again.
Diabetes is going to a trendy eating place and discovering they don’t serve diet drinks because “aspartame is poison” and having them tell you to drink orange juice instead.
Diabetes is finding out that your kidneys or eyesight or digestive system or circulation is failing after you’ve lived with the disease for decades.
Diabetes is having people say “So lose weight and it will go away” or “Your kid got that because you fed them too much sugar”.
Diabetes is living every day with a disease that you know could shorten your lifespan while politicians blame people who have your disease for costing the health care system money, as if it’s your fault your immune system decided to attack you.
Anon: Nct 127 reaction to you falling asleep on their lap😊
This was such a cute request to write istg🤧These are the types of requests I like writing and I easily get carried away too😂As you can see by the length of these lol, I am perfectly aware that I have basically written mini scenarios or drabbles lmal yall better love me after this😇❤️😂
When you arrived by at your shared apartment, skin pale and eye bags prominent after a long day of work and university, all you wanted to do with sleep - literally. Eating, drinking, doing your essays, were all the last things on your mind but they were things that needed doing, regardless of what you wanted.
Taeil watched silently as you moved around the kitchen, rustling together some food for the pair of you, your figure moving slowly and lacking. He stood from his place on the sofa, halting your movements when he gently pulled your arm. You tried to protest but Taeil raised any eyebrow, his way of telling you not to bother arguing back because you both knew this was the right thing to do. He brought you back to the sofa, allowing you to lie down on the sofa, head in his lap.
Quickly, he felt your breathing calm and your light snores, his hands playing with your hair, which only helped but lull you into your sleep. He wouldn’t have much of a reaction, and wouldn’t say much either; but he’d be very worried for you, eyebrows furrowed as you slept.
Unlike the other members, who’d find it cute that you were sleeping on him like that, he’d find it upsetting and a sign you weren’t sleeping well right now.
Johnny would be aware of how much you loved to sleep. You could sleep anywhere, everywhere, anytime, something he was merely jealous of you of. It wouldn’t be the first time you fell asleep in his lap, but it would be the first time you do it around the other members.
You falling asleep against, on his shoulder, across his lap, in his lap, wouldn’t come as a surprise to him. He’d be used to you having a little nap on him, finding your warmth comforting and reassuring, so sometimes wouldn’t realise when you had actually fallen asleep on him.
The other members started to hear your light, steady breathing, occasionally looking at you then at Johnny, waiting for him to actually acknowledge your sleeping. Eventually one of the members pointed at you, attracting Johnny’s attention and turning his head towards you only to find your head laying on his lap, hand intertwined with his, your legs brought up to your chest.
Some of the members, like Taeyong and Doyoung, cooed at you, finding it absolutely adorable, which only made Johnny blush and his heart flutter at you. He’d look pretty relaxed, but inside, he’d be so excited and fluffy, finding it cute how you were comfortable enough with him to do this around his members.
Taeyong would be sat up on his dorm bed, flicking through his social media, headphones blasting music and replying to some messages, when you quietly entered his room, grabbing his attention. He instantly noticed how quiet and tired you looked, the smile on your face not exactly looking as bright as it usually is, and his eyes softened at you.
Patting the space on the bed beside him, he ushered you over, taking off his headphones and putting his phone away. You smiled at him again gratefully, taking slow, heavy strides towards him, and climbing onto his bed and into his arms. He sighed into your hair, brushing his fingers lightly through your hair and humming softly, something he knew helped you go to sleep.
Eventually, you slumped heavily against him, moving your body so your frame nestled tightly against his legs, and your head laid in his lap. Taeyong would find you so cute, watching you in adoration and continuing to play with your hair. Your presence would always calm him, even if you were sleeping, so he’d try to savour the moment.
You like this, would also give him the opportunity the to admire you, sometimes tracing your features lightly; he’d just think you were so adorable and innocent like this.
Yuta would be the type of boyfriend to take photos of you on his phone all the time. Majority of them would be taken without you even realising and off guard, which would always make him giggle and tease you about them. And he’d especially take them if you had fallen asleep.
Although he’d laugh at you and say that you snore loudly and drool in your sleep, he’d find you adorable in you fell asleep in his lap. He wasn’t sure exactly why this was; maybe it was because you looked so cute or because it was such an innocent gesture or because it would make him feel so special. But he’d love it and would actually be the only time where he didn’t take photos of you, and if he did, they’d be super cute and good ones.
However you actually falling asleep on his lap would be rare; you’d always try to avoid doing so because of his teasing and photo-taking, embarrassed by his actions. But sometimes, you just wouldn’t be able to help it, settling into his lap and napping there.
And Yuta would always tell you when you wake up how cute you are and pretty, practically gushing about you and complimenting you. He’d quickly realise that he was the reason why you didn’t like sleeping in his lap, so would try to make it up to you and reassure you that he liked it and was sorry if he made you uncomfortable.
Doyoung would feel a little flustered to have you sleeping soundly on his lap. He would find it hard to understand how you could possibly sleep in such an uncomfortable position, and not somewhere normal, maybe like a bed.
He wouldn’t have even noticed you at first; you both were on his bed, him on his phone, searching intensely at memes for some inspiration for the next album, you just daydreaming against him. He was so distracted by his research, that he didn’t hear your stifled yawns, he didn’t feel you slump heavily against him as you started to doze off, he didn’t even realise that you had your head on his lap, deep in sleep.
Only when he wanted to get up to print something out to show the other members, and was held back by the weight of you on his lap, did he realise. Blushing deeply, he sat back, unsure of what to do. His arms would be in mid-air, him not knowing what to do with his hands or where to put them.
After a couple of minutes of gawping and confusion, he’d relax back against the headboard of his bed, lightly putting one of his hands over your hair and the other stroking your arm gently. He’d feel a bit awkward, even though no one could see him and you were asleep and oblivious to the deep shade of pink tinted on his cheeks.
Over time, and the more times it happened, he’d get more comfortable and like it even more; but maybe the first time he’d feel a little flustered.
No joke, I literally think Jaehyun would start squealing in his place. He’d be that type of boyfriend to find everything you did, every move you made, everything you said, the cutest and more precious thing ever. As a boyfriend, he’d be very lenient and selfless towards you; he’d only think of you in his life, practically waiting on you hand and foot. Something like this would totally melt his heart, no matter how many times it might happen.
You’d be slouched against him in the dorms, him chatting and laughing with Ten and Johnny, when he noticed how your breathing had started to slow down and you were talking less and less. His arms would snake around your shoulders, bringing your face to his chest to which you subconsciously snuggled into.
You hadn’t even got to the bit where you laid your head in his lap yet, and he was already blushing and grinning like a fool. It would literally get to the point that Jaehyun was so distracted by you that he didn’t hear Ten’s question or see Johnny waving to try to get his attention. Eventually they’d give up getting his attention, leaving the room to let Jaehyun carry on being creepy admiring you.
When you did move your body in your sleep, so that you were lying down, head in his lap, Jaehyun would gasp, cheeks heating up. He’d be grinning so wide, his hands flapping in the air with excitement and some squealing sounds escaping his mouth.
Shaking with enthusiasm in his place, he would finally calm down, resorting to just playing with your hair and taking a few photos of you; but the wide smile on his face wouldn’t leave at all.
WinWin would like it but probably wouldn’t stay there for long; not because he didn’t like it but because he’d worry that you’d sleep badly or were uncomfortable.
It’d be late at night when you did this once, WinWin staying up late to message his family back home and to just relax with you for a bit. You had tried hard to stay up with him, but found it difficult after the day you had just had; what with work, studying, going out with friends for lunch, you were shattered and yearned to sleep. Nevertheless you fought your own needs, wanting to stay up with your boyfriend since you never really had much time with him like this anymore.
Unfortunately, you just had to listen to your body and sleep, moving down to nestle your head quietly in his lap. He’d smile at you, brushing your hair out your face, very much aware that you had been trying so hard to stay up with him.
After a few minutes though, he’d worry a bit for you; in your relationship, he’d always secretly fret if you were eating enough, or drinking enough, or sleeping well. So, after a bit of thinking, he’d decide to gently turn you, lifting your head slightly so it could now rest of the bed pillows instead of his lap.
He’d rearrange the bed covers so they covered you both, and he’d lie next to you, much preferring having you sleep like this as he could admire you easier and hold you close to him.
The first time you fell asleep in his lap because let’s be real here you would probably end up doing it a lot of the time would also be in front of the some of the members. Mark would always try to keep PDA to a minimum, and skinship in general too, liking to only holding your hand and having an arm wrapped lazily around your shoulders.
Even though you didn’t mean to fall asleep on his lap, it did happen and Mark would probably freeze up, looking at you in confusion. The other members would laugh at his reaction, some telling him to stop looking so offended and others telling him it was cute and to relax.
But he couldn’t help but feel awkward. It would be one of the few times you actually had some skinship with him in front of the members, even if it wasn’t that big of a deal or that big of a gesture; and he wouldn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t want to disturb your sleep, knowing fully well that if you had just accidentally fallen asleep on him, it must’ve been needed.
Ignoring the comments from the others, he’d let you rest, awkwardly placing a hand on your shoulder and the other on the sofa. Although he tried to go back to listening to the other’s conversation, he’d end up slowly, and subconsciously, relaxing; moving his hand from the sofa to play with your curls and his other hand to rub your arm gently.
Over time, he would get more comfortable with this kind of thing, just like Doyoung.
Would be a mix between Yuta and Jaehyun I think. Whilst you were napping on his lap, exhausted from the rubbish day you had just suffered, he’d be so excited and hyper. He’d sigh happily when he saw you had fallen deep in sleep, loving the fact you were happy enough, and trusted him enough, to sleep on him like that.
Honestly, the first time round, he couldn’t believe you had even done it. He’d think it only happened in the movies or something, never expecting you to do it. So, the first time you did, his reaction would be so exaggerated and pumped.
From that moment forth, every time it happened, he’d always blush and smile so excitedly, giggling when he could feel your light breathe on his thigh. Sometimes he’d lean against the sofa, smiling into the air and letting out an airy breathe; moments like this would be so precious and special to him and he would just wonder how someone like you would ever want him. He’d be so grateful for you honestly, even if he didn’t do well at expressing it to you directly.
Once you woke up from your nap which was absolutely fabulous may I add, he’d change from his blushing state to his teasing self. He’d pinch your cheeks, cooing at you and laughing at you blushing at him. Although he’d be teasing you a lot afterwards, he’d still be very fluffy and soft for you and if you were to do anything else, like cuddle him or kiss him, he’d return to the intense blushing and stuttering from earlier.
“Revenge?” You inquired with a smirk as he dragged you out of your room.
“Come on. We have to make her feel bad, you know?”
“Aren’t we supposed to be the bigger people?” You raised an eyebrow. Stopping in his tracks, he sighed. “Aren’t you mad about what she did?”
“Then, for once, just this once, for your…boyfriend, can you agree?” He drawled out the word ‘boyfriend’ as if testing it out and then nodded in satisfaction.
“Boyfriend, huh? I don’t recall you asking to be my boyfriend,” you looked around, aimlessly.
“But Y/N,” Jungkook whined, shaking your hand in his grasp.
“I’ve already told you I love you and I’ve kissed you,” He peered down at you with a raised brow. When you nodded, motioning him to continue, he shook his head as a chuckled released from his lips. “Now, all that there’s left is the question. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Sure, I love you, too, so it’s very clear that’d be my answer. Now, what were you thinking for revenge?”
“That’s it? A ‘Sure’? You know what, I should’ve expected that,” He laughed.
“Did you expect me to jump into your arms oh so gracefully and give you a kiss?”
“I mean, that’d be nice,” Jungkook shrugged with a cheeky grin. Rolling your eyes, you stood on your tippy-toes and pecked his cheek. He pouted but nonetheless walked along.
“So, girlfriend, my plan of revenge is messy,” Jungkook smirked, leading you to his dorms.
“You’re not gonna call me that always, right? I like the sound of it but do we want to be that couple?” After a moment of silence you nodded to yourself. “Of course we do. We’ll annoy the shit out of people.”
“So what were you thinking?” You asked again when you reached his room; a room you stayed in plenty of time. You were the one who hogged his bed and constantly fought over room while, Yoongi, poor Yoongi, had to watch from the other side. Unlike you, Jungkook had a roommate.
Opening the door, you both walked in. At the sound, Yoongi’s head popped up from his laying down position on the bed. “Y/N! I never thought I’d say this, but I missed you here!” Yoongi shouted, grinning ear to ear. You’ve never seen him like this.
“Hyung,” Jungkook sighed.
“Nope, I missed Y/N. How many times have I told you to apologize to her for ignoring her for so long?” Yoongi stood up and walked over to the both of you.
“Many,” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly, casting his eyes downward.
“Oh really? Well, hate to break it to you but it required a Vmin intervention to get him to apologize,” You playfully scowled in Jungkook’s direction.
“Why, what happened?”
“That girl I met once when she came over and after she left, I banned her from coming back because she was too damn annoying? Yeah, I remember her,” Yoongi rolled his eyes as if recalling a day he’d much rather forget.
“She wasn’t my pen pal…Y/N was,” Jungkook still obviously felt guilty for picking a stranger over you.
“Oh? That makes a lot of sense. I liked your pen pal’s sense of humor and I liked Y/N,” Snapping his fingers he shook his head, “Should connected them sooner.”
“Well, now she’s exposed and Kook and I want to get revenge,” You clapped your hands, smiling sweetly.
“And we’re dating! Y/N, can’t forget about the highlight,” Jungkook grinned.
“I sure hope you are. The way Jungkook used to go on and on about you, you already knew he was in love with you.”
“Hyung! Not important right now! Revenge plan, remember?” Jungkook waved his hands around.
“I love a good revenge plan. What were you thinking?”
“Remember the paint war we were supposed to have?”
“The one with the balloons?”
Nodding his head, Jungkook grinned. “That’s a great idea!”
Looking between the two boys who’d be thought being twelve years old with a conversation like this, you were confused. Paint war? Balloons?
“You think? It isn’t too mean?”
“You’re asking the wrong person…I’d write roast the shit out of them with a diss track. How can I help?”
“Great. More of Jungkook’s friends. Wanna yell at me, too?” You overheard Y/F/N groan when she spotted Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin approaching her.
Both you and Jungkook were hiding on top of a probably restricted construction structure. It was in front of one of the buildings being repaired from storm damage. Under the structure, was Y/F/N where you had planned her to be.
“We were just wondering why you lied to Jungkook,” Jin said, innocently, walking closer, but not close enough to be ‘revenge-ed.’
“I have to explain it to you, too? Ugh, honestly if I had known this would be the consequences of being his friend in the first place then I’d–” You nudged Jungkook to hurry up and start. Jungkook sent you a smirk before dropping the blue water balloon so it landed on her head.
She let out a shriek as you stifled a laugh. The boys in front of her laughed their asses off, and you quickly grabbed the special present Taehyung gave you. Throwing it on the ground next to her, an eruption of purple smoke was released.
“Smoke bomb. Smart,” Jungkook nodded, handing you a balloon. You both threw the remaining balloons before the smoke dissipated and scurried off the structure. You pretended to be just walking in on the scene, noticing the boys motioning you over.
“You did this!” Y/F/N pointed an accusing finger at the two of you. Putting both your hands up in surrender you denied, “We just got here, how would we?” You couldn’t contain your laugh as you observed her. She was a rainbow. Her arms were green and orange, while her head and torso was a mixture between blues and pinks.
“Then maybe it was the other two,” She was fuming.
“Us?” Taehyung and Jimin genuinely just entered the scene. All the while, other students walked by with snickers and smirks on their faces.
“Wondered why she got that.”
“I don’t care. She deserved it. You know she stole my boyfriend in freshman year?”
“She looks better like that.”
“I’d give a high five to the person who did that.”
Smirking to yourselves, both you and Jungkook returned to your dorm room. “Now, that, was fun,” You yelled, a large grin on your face. Tackling Jungkook in an embrace, you sighed in content.
“Princess, as long as you’re dating me, it’ll always be fun,” He wiggled his eyebrows, suggestively.
“Says the virgin,” You smirked causing him to gasp.
“Hey! You’re making fun!”
“No, no, just a small tease,” You leaned up and pecked his lips. Humming in response, Jungkook pulled you onto your bed. Hovering over you and wrapping his arms around you, he gave a cute smile.
“Just letting you know, I’m not letting go. Ever,” He buried his head in the crook of your neck as you laid underneath him.
“Good. Because I don’t want you to.”
The both of you soon fell asleep, your hand playing with his hair, a new thing you did that Jungkook loved. However, like the last time, you managed to move around so you were against his chest and legs tangled together.
This time, when you woke up, there was no awkwardness. Soft smiles and sweet words were exchanged between you two and man, you wondered what the hell you did to deserve it.
That day, you were both sent to you Dean’s office where Y/F/N, still some part of her body covered in paint splatters, sat in his chair. You sat in the other two seats next to Y/F/N.
“I’m sorry Y/F/N, but no one saw it,” your Dean apologized.
“They had a smoke bomb! Believe me they did it!” She pointed another accusing finger at you.
“And why would they do that?” The Dean raised his eyebrow. You and Jungkook exchanged glances. You were both expecting this. If Y/F/N said you waned revenge, she’d have to explain why. And why would be the reason she’d be in trouble. Pretending to be someone else, especially if it was part of an assignment, was a violation and she knew that.
Opening her mouth a few times, she looked down and grumbled to herself. Looking back up sweetly, she apologized, “You know, it probably wasn’t them. I’m sorry for wasting your time.” Then she marched out the door and closed it behind her.
“I’m sorry I had to have you here. You see, paint was thrown at Y/F/N and she thought you two were the culprits. Do you know why’d she’d think that?”
The both of you shook your heads in disbelief, widening your eyes. “What?” “No way!”
“I thought so. You can leave now,” the Dean motioned to the door.
“See? Smoke bombs are smart,” you smirked, out of ear range of the Dean’s office.
Intertwining your hands, Jungkook sighed, “What an adventure; First I talked to my pen pal, then you, then back to my pen pal, then you, and then Y/F/N, and then you who was my pen pal all along? Wow, what a story to tell.”
“Yeah, at least we’re both at fault. We both did stupid things.”
“Because we’re both idiots,” Jungkook finished.
“For each other,” you pinched his cheek lovingly, causing him to groan.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
“As Sarcastic Princess would say, I love me too,” You smiled when he chuckled. “Oh, and I love you, too.”
ITS OVER *wipes tear* I hope this was an okay ending that satisfied you all! Thank you all so much for reading this and leaving such sweet messages and asks. I couldn’t ask for a better bunch of readers.
As for the next pen pal, it’s going to be….*drum rolls* Yoongi’s!!! So all you Yoongi biased (heh me too) be sure to stick around!! Pls, I love making friends.
How did you like it? Any particular parts you loved? Let me know!
Pressing the answer button, you took a deep breath. “Hello?”
“Yup,” you rolled your eyes at the question. Who else was going answer?
“I uh– Are you free right now?” Checking your watch, you nodded to yourself, although Jimin couldn’t see you. You had plans with Yoongi at six and it was three right now.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Do you think we could meet up? We need to talk?”
As if pondering the answer, you stalled, “I don’t know. Depends. Are you going to be a jerk?”
“Y/N,” Jimin trailed off and it was clear he was on the verge of getting frustrated.
“I’m being serious, Jimin. I’m not trying to make you angry,” you switched the phone to your non dominant hand and walked throughout your apartment.
“I won’t be a jerk. I promise.”
“Fine, then. Meet me at the park in fifteen?”
“Sure thing. See you then, Y/N,” he sighed into the phone.
“Bye.” You ended the call and slumped against your sofa. I guess it’s now or never, right?
Walking to the park felt much more dramatic then it needed to be. Your brain kept asking unnecessary questions like, was he going to apologize, or did he come to convince you that you were being melodramatic? But one question, for yourself, still stood. Were your feelings still the same?
When you saw him, were you going to be flung into the affections you desperately wanted to bury once he said those things about you? Or were you stronger than this?
Hearing your name called, you turned around and spotted him a few feet away, jogging up to you.
“Hey,” he said, out of breath.
“Hi,” you greeted, softly.
Looking up at your state, his face displayed a look of guilt. “Y/N, I’m sorry.”
“You are?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“I shouldn’t have said those things behind your back, or said them at all for that matter.”
“What do you mean ‘said them at all’?”
Scratching the back of his neck, he winced, “The boys, they ah–tried to set me up with you. After a few times of denying feelings, they kept urging me and I guess I got pretty angry at them and blew up. Only, I meant to blow up at them. Not you. I accidentally wrote all those things in the wrong group chat. Not that that excuses my actions. But it was an act purely out of frustration and I never came clean right away because I was…afraid you’d hate me.”
“Oh,” was all you could say before looking down at the ground.
“And when I did reach out to you, you didn’t answer. So, I assumed the worse and that you didn’t care about me anymore. Then we came home from dinner and you and Yoongi were on the couch all cuddled up, looking…perfect,” he trailed off, looking away so you could see the slight redness of his cheeks.
“Wait,” you blinked, “Did you say cuddled?”
Laughing at your puzzled expression, he nodded, “Yeah, you must’ve fell asleep on him because when we woke him up, he tiredly carried you to his room and came back shortly after to fall back asleep on the couch. How else did you think you got there?”
Honestly? You had no idea. You never thought about why you woke up in Yoongi’s bed. Shrugging off the thought, your attention went back to Jimin.
“Is there anything…” he held up both hands and pointed his pointer fingers from side to side.
“I…don’t know,” you stammered.
“You don’t know?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Well before all of this happened, I would’ve said no because I’ve been too busy focusing on you but when I wasn’t…” you trailed off, too afraid of what might come out of your mouth.
“You’re afraid of moving on?” he furrowed his brows. There’s that word again. Afraid. What were you afraid of?
Looking away from him so he couldn’t see the distress in your face, you sighed. “You don’t like me, and that’s fine! But I’m just afraid what could change. Things between us didn’t necessarily go ‘Yipee!’”
“Well then the question still stands. Do you still have feelings for me or did that in any way change after what happened?”
He wasn’t trying to put you on the spot. He was helping you. Did you see Jimin in the same light as before? Definitely not. Would that affect whether or not your heart belongs to him? Only you could answer that question and in order to answer it, you had to accept yourself and the feelings you were too afraid to admit.
I FINALLY DID PART FIVE!! It took a few days but I did it! Now, with who OC ends up with, it’s all up to you and how things pan out🤷
‘ *reading obituaries* suddenly i wish i was reading my own name. ’ ‘ you don’t even have oven mitts on! ’ ‘ wow. i could so easily freak out right now. ’ ‘ do you think it’s easy for me to see you with somebody else? ’ ‘ hey, you remembered to put clothes on this morning. ’ ‘ no more falafel for you! ’ ‘ we were on a break!! ’ ‘ you’re such a tattletale. ’ ‘ i love you goddesses! ’ ‘ everyone i know is either getting married or getting pregnant or getting promoted and I’m getting coffee. And it’s not even for me! ’ ‘ it’s ’ ‘ this is all a moo point. yeah, it’s like a cow’s opinion, it doesn’t matter. it’s moo. ’ ‘ so, the ebola virus. that’s gotta suck, huh? ’ ‘ my gynecologist tried to kill me. ’ ‘ you can’t tell, but i’m trying to break the tension by mooning you guys. ’ ‘ boy, you are not a morning person. ’ ‘ yeah, well, i’m a slut. ’ ‘ how you doin’? ’ ‘ i am warm… for your form. ’ ‘ i’m really looking forward to you and me having sexual intercourse. ’ ‘ are you saying that you don’t wanna get with this? ’ ‘ hey, you’re a pathetic loser, right? ’ ‘ sometimes i wish i was a lesbian… did i say that out loud? ’ ‘ if i were a guy and… did i just say, ‘if i were a guy’? ’ ‘ i guess things were just going to well for me! ’ ‘ i don’t have a plan. i don’t even have a ‘pla.’ ’ ‘ he’s so pretty i want to cry! ’ ‘ prepare to feel very bad about yourself. ’ ‘ i’m sorry that’s who i am. i’m a positive person. ’ ‘ no, i’m a positive person. you are like santa clause on prozac at disneyland, getting laid. ’ ‘ i’m hopeless and awkward and desperate for love! ’ ‘ she was nice. i mean, she’s a little slutty, but who isn’t? ’ ‘ honey, this is not your fault. just because you guys had a fight, it does not justify them sleeping with someone else. ’ ‘ from now on, i am not getting out of this chair, ever. okay? from now on, this chair is the one. ’ ‘ i wish i could, but i don’t want to. ’ ‘ alright, i took the quiz and, it turns out, i do put career before men. ’ ‘ look at him, he’s so cute. i just wanna go over there, grab him, and kiss him! ’ ‘ i think, if it was a little colder in there, i could see your nipples through that sweater. ’ ‘ what’s wrong with me… oh, don’t open that door. ’ ‘ let me think, let me think… oh, i don’t care! ’ ‘ i have no idea what’s going on, but i’m excited! ’ ‘ i tend to keep talking until somebody stops me. ’ ‘ when i first meet somebody, it’s usually panic, anxiety, and a great deal of sweating. ’ ‘ are we greeting each other this way now? because i like it. ’ ‘ it looks like you fell asleep with a hanger in your mouth. ’ ‘ you wanna play twister? ’ ‘ once, i got dumped during sex. ’ ‘ here we are, with our future before us, and i only want to spend it with you. ’ ‘ welcome to the real world. it sucks. you’re gonna love it! ’ ‘ hey, you cry every time somebody talks about the titanic. ’ ‘ if worst comes to worst, i’ll be your boyfriend. ’ ‘ who loses 57 coin tosses in a row? you know? heads, she wins. tails, i lose. ’ ‘ shut up! shut up! SHUT UP! ’ ‘ i’m so glad we’re having this rehearsal dinner, you know? it’s so rare that i get to practice my meals before eating them. ’ ‘ you always believed in me, even when i didn’t believe in myself. ’ ‘ you’re fake laughing too, right? ’ ‘ it’s sunday morning, i am not running on a sunday. ’ ‘ ugh, dammit. why did i open my mouth? ’ ‘ wow, we really are bitches. ’ ‘ so why don’t you be a grown up and come and watch some tv in the fort! ’ ‘ i don’t know what i’m gonna do with my life. ’ ‘ i’m full, and yet i know if i stop eating this, i’ll regret it. ’ ‘ kill me. kill me now. ’ ‘ i want to sit in a comfortable chair, watch television, and go to sleep at a reasonable hour! ’ ‘ what must it be like to not be crippled by fear and self-loathing? ’ ‘ a stripper at a bachelor party, that is so cliché. why don’t you guys get a magician?! ’ ‘ i’m curvy and i like it! ’ ‘ i don’t share food! ’ ‘ if i have to, i’d pee on any one of you. ’ ‘ the fridge broke so i had to eat everything. ’ ‘ you can’t have s-e-x when you’re taking care of the b-a-b-i-e! ’ ‘ you’re over me? when were you… under me? ’ ‘ these are just feelings. they’ll go away. ’ ‘ i used to think of you as somebody that would never, ever hurt me. ’ ‘ i mean, sure, i have my bad days, but then i remember what a cute smile i have. ’ ‘ offering people gum is not cooking. ’ ‘ i bought him a $500 watch and he wrote me a rap song. ’ ‘ you know you should go outside and be with the three-dimensional people. ’ ‘ no, inside good. outside baaaaad. ’ ‘ they’re always saying ‘let’s go here, let’s go there.’ like we can afford to go here and there. ’ ‘ i hate my job. i hate it. oh, i want to quit, but then i think i should stick it out. ’ ‘ you think i have $1200? i’m home in the middle of the day and i got patio furniture in my living room. ’ ‘ neat! i’m gonna die alone! ’ ‘ okay, could you just stop talking for a second? ’ ‘ i’ve sort of had feelings for you. ’ ‘ today, it’s like there’s rock bottom, fifty feet of crap, then me. ’ ‘ why am i friends with these people? ’ ‘ i eat by myself in the alley because everyone hates me. ’ ‘ i’m a lone wolf. a loner. alone. all alone. forever. ’ ‘ my life is an embarrassment! i should just go live under somebody’s stairs. ’ ‘ if i died, the only way people would know that i was here would be the ass print on this chair! ’ ‘ i always thought if you and i got married, that would be the one that stuck. ’ ‘ hi, i make jokes when i’m uncomfortable. ’ ‘ i am not ‘blah’, i am a hoot! ’ ‘ i just realized i can sleep with my eyes open. ’ ‘ up until i was 25, i thought that the only response to ‘i love you’ was ‘oh, crap!’ ’ ‘ if the homo sapiens, were in fact ‘homo’ sapiens, is that why they’re extinct? ’ ‘ do you think i need a new walk? ’ ‘ you don’t own a tv? what’s all your furniture pointed at? ’ ‘ just think of it like this: the third day. monday, one day. tuesday, two day. wednesday… when? huh? what day? thursday! the third day! ’ ‘ eye-contact? i hope you were using protection! ’ ‘ you were right, and from now on, yo make all my decisions for me. ’ ‘ you said your boss wants to buy your baby? ’ ‘ why god, why?!! we had a deal!! let the others grow old! not me!! ’ ‘ last night i was finishing off a pizza and she said, ‘a moment on the lips, forever on the hips!’ i don’t need that kind of talk in my house! ’ ‘ you’re druuuuunk. mom and dad are gonna be maaaad! …maybe i’m a little drunk. ’ ‘ let her know i like her? are you insane? ’ ‘ what’s it gonna take for you to forgive me? ’ ‘ isn’t that just kick-you-in-the-crotch, spit-on-your-neck fantastic? ’ ‘ you’re crying over a doritos commercial. ’ ‘ that fake british woman is a real bitch, but she sure can dance. ’ ‘ i think it’d be better for my ego if we didn’t stand right next to each other. ’ ‘ seriously… good luck on marrying me. ’ ‘ there is no ‘us’, okay? ’ ‘ i fell for you and i get clobbered. you then fall for me and i again, somehow, get clobbered. ’ ‘ it’s just not worth it. ’ ‘ we are never gonna happen, okay? accept that. ’ ‘ you know what? you’re the one who ended it. ’ ‘ i ended it because i was mad at you. not because i stopped loving you. ’ ‘ imagine the worst things you think about yourself. now, how would you feel if the one person you trusted the most in the world not only thinks them too, but actually uses them as reasons not to be with you. ’ ‘ you were worth the wait. ’ ‘ that’s our baby. ’ ‘ you deserve to be with someone who appreciates and who gets how funny and sweet and amazing and adorable and sexy you are. ’
You stared at each other for an eternity, you on the bed and Harry standing a million miles away. Somehow you ended up toe-to-toe with him, Harry towering over you. And your hands rested on his chest, while his slowly fell to rest on your bum. No words were exchanged, only the fire between your eyes.
You could feel him pulling you nearer, and you weren’t imagining the way he lowered his head to meet your gaze. But when you made the move to press your lips to his, lifting up on your tiptoes to close the minimal distance, he stiffened. The kiss hardly lasted a second before he pulled away, bringing a hand to cover his mouth as he stepped out of your hold.
“Should go,” he mumbled, looking around for his boots.
“Did I–?” You felt self-conscious, uncomfortable even. Just moments ago you thought he was going to fuck you into next year, but now he wouldn’t even let you kiss him?
“Isn’t Tommy on his way over?” Harry yanked one boot on after the other before snatching his keys and phone off your dresser, shoving them in his pockets.
“He and Michael are taking me for dinner…” Your voice was quiet. Harry was acting strange, his haste to leave almost hurtful. “Why don’t you join us? Said summat about gettin’ a curry, and I know how you love a curry, Haz.” You tried to smile, attempting to break the awkward tension Harry was creating, but the incredulous look he gave you signaled you’d not said the right thing.
“I’ve just heard you promise yeh brother that you’d stay away from me, Bubbles. What’d’ya think’s gon’ happen when he turns up and I’m here?”
We Fight, We Breakup, We Fuck, We Makeup- Derek Luh Smut
Request: Could I request an imagine with Derek where we’ve been together for 2 years and we get into a huge fight but we make up with something a bit smutty
Warnings: Cursing and I’ve never written smut before so this might be crappy 🙈😩
I was sitting at home scrolling through Instagram and checking out my Twitter mentions while watching Catfish simultaneously. I put my phone down for a couple seconds to channel surf when I hear a car pull into the driveway.
Derek’s home from the studio. Finally. Lately Derek has been going to the studio and coming back late, but I’ve always fallen asleep before he gets back. I hope there’s nothing I should be worried about.
My thoughts are soon stopped in place when I hear the keys jingle in the door it opens ever so slightly. He walks in and a gust of wind blows through the house. I’m suddenly slapped in the face by a strong scent of alcohol mixed with… weed.
Is he serious right now? We’ve talked about this shit, over and over and he thinks he can get away with it?! No. Not today. Before he sees me, I turn around and walk towards the staircase and sit on the fourth step, my feet resting on the third. Phone in hand, and ready to yell.
He closes the door behind him and stops in his tracks when he sees me sitting on the steps. “Hey baby. How are you,” Derek smiles. I look at him up and down and notice that his eyes are bloodshot red. He’s high right now.
When he notices that I don’t reply, he asks, “What’s wrong, baby?” Still ignoring his questions, I finally speak up. “Did you have fun at the ‘studio’, Derek?,” I ask putting air quotes around studio. “Um, yeah. I got a lot done today,“he lied straight through his teeth. His perfect white teeth that seemed to blind people whenever he smiled. Fuck, Y/N focus.
“Oh really, like what?,” I challenged. I wanted to catch him in his dirty ass lie. “Um, I published a song, wrote some more lyrics, and here I am.”
“Really, Derek? Because you were gone since 8 tonight and currently it’s 2 in the morning. You’re trying to tell me that it took you 6 hours to write a couple songs and publish one? Do you think I’m stupid Derek?,” I ranted standing up on the stairs from getting angry.
“Okay, I’m gonna need you to chill because you’re raising your voice.” Was I raising my voice? I didn’t even notice.
I stepped down that stairs and made my way over to Derek, bringing his clothes towards my nose. Just to show him that I knew he was lying. I look up at him and I see he has a worried expression on his face.
“Huh, smells a little familiar don’t you think? The perfect mix of alcohol and oh what’s that? Weed?,” I say with anger and irritation laced in my voice. “So Derek, is the studio your final answer because I caught you in a damn lie and right now I’m very aggravated.”
He stays silent.“That’s what I thought. You know what Derek, I am so fucking tired of you always lying to me! I’m over it,” I say raising my voice. Yeah, I noticed this time.
“Woah, what do you mean always lying to you? When have I ever lied to you, Y/N?,” Derek asked raising his voice to same level as I did.
“Hmm,” I pretended to think. “How about the fact that you told me you were going to the studio when in reality you went to the club, you promised you’d stop smoking but look at where we are right now and let’s not forget - -.” He cut me off,“OK hold up, who said I smoked weed. You’re always assuming shit, and it’s getting on my fucking nerves,” he yelled at the top of his weed filled lungs. He can’t fool me.
“Oh, I’m assuming shit? Derek, your eyes are bloodshot red, you smell like fucking weed. I’m so done with your shit,” I say walking up the stairs. I get into our shared bedroom, grab my Adidas duffel bag and start stuffing my shit in there.
I jump up in fear when I feel snake their way around my waist. As soon as my brain proceses that it’s Derek, I immediately shake him off of me considering I was still pissed at him. “C'mon babe it was one blunt,” Derek whined. “So you did lie, you’re a fucking, ugh,” I grunted being too angry to finish my sentence.
“Come on, Y/N, we’ve been together for 2 fucking years and you want to leave just because I smoked a blunt tonight,” Derek protested. “It’s not even that Derek,” I say turning around. “It’s the fact that you promised me you’d stop smoking and you went behind my back and still did it. You probably even smoked this whole week, but got away with it because I fell asleep before you got back. So you know what, yes I am leaving,” I say ever so calmly and turning back around to finish packing my stuff.
I’m almost done packing when I am pulled from behind and spun around. I feel pain in my back when I am slammed against the wall with two hands on each side of my body.
I am confused as to what’s going on when I hear Derek whisper,“ I guess now I have to fuck you to remind you how good I am when I’m high.” I almost moan at his words. He moves his lips down to my neck and starts kissing it roughly. I can tell there going to be hickies there in the morning.
Derek continues his actions until I moan. He whispers in my ear again,“Bounce.” I jump up and wrap my legs around Derek’s waist.
Let’s just say we had a lot of fun that night. Maybe I’ll let Derek keep smoking weed.
A/N: Thanks you guys so much for reading. This was requested by the lovely lady: almoststupendousparadise. I love you guys and I’ll talk to y'all soon ✌️🤘👋
Bts reaction to them taking care of their ill girlfriend
Hiyaaaaa could I request a bts reaction to their gf suffering bad period cramps and wanting to lie in their lap all day 💕 thank you so so much
Hi! I don’t think this has already been asked but I’d like to request “BTS reaction finding out you’ve been sick for days without them knowing and couldn’t take proper care of yourself” Probably fluff suits it but I’m fine with whatever comes to your mind for this :D (I went through your blog last night and omg totally worth it ^ヮ^)
Could u do a BTS reaction to reader being on her period and feeling lazy and wanting cuddles? Lots of fluff! I love your blog❤❤
A/N: Guys, I’m combining those since they are pretty similar.
He’ll be concerned af. Although he couldn’t take proper care for you for the first few days, now he was home and he was running from one place to another, trying to bring everything you need, or he thought you need. At one second you just smiled and said “Baby, stop running around and let me cuddle you. That’s all I want.”
Yoongi had several sessions in the studio before he found out that you wasn’t in your piano classes, but home trying to keep sanity form pain. Only then he ran like his life depends on it and when he arrive home, he snuggled you in his arms and gently stroke your tummy in hopes of the pain to disappear.
Junnie will be adorable. He knew your tummy hurts and that you couldn’t sleep because of it, so when you finally fell asleep at 11pm in the night, he decided to do something helpful before he held you in his arms. He did all your assignments that were due to this week and called your professor to let him now you won’t attend for the rest of the week,
Hobi tried literally everything to bring your mood up on the phone until he comes home. You were whining that all you wanted was to lie in his lap and eat chocolate that was non-existing in your apartment. Hobi told you that both he and the chocolate are only five minutes away. Also he promised you’ll lie in his lap as long as you want.
Jiminie was worried for you. He was pulling the puppy expression and was stroking your tummy and then kiss you over and over again reassuring you that everything will be alright. At one point you just laughed at his unusual adorableness. “Oppa, I have my period, I’m not pregnant.”
Tae will put good old school anime and lots of chocolate and hug you, before you two fell asleep. Until your cramps hit and you started meowing like a little kitten. Tae woke up instantly and started whispering sweet nothings in your ear trying to make you feel less pain. But instead of that, you got horny, but period didn’t support sex.
Kokie will also run everywhere doing whatever you want, where ever you wanted to gom he will assist you. As if you were ill. Your stomach just hurted shit badly, but Kookie thought the world was ending, so he helped, however he could. Of course, actually all you wanted from him was to cuddle you, but whatever. At the end of the day, he did that too.
My ask box is opened not for requests, but for smutty confessions. Guys, I love reading those confessions. Some of you are kinky…like me. So, send more in. You can come to me with all your sins. Share them, I’ll listen. Mommy will listen.