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Can I keep you? Pt. 1

(A/N) I decided it’s time to post this thingy! I hope you enjoy it and if you want to be tagged, let me know! This is also going to be a multi chapter fic and will be posted on thursday! I hope I didn’t just jinx us! *fingers crossed*

Summary:
Imagine being Tony’s adoptive daughter no one knows about because you’re studying abroad. One day you come home without saying a word and all the Avengers are confused by your appearance and especially Loki being quite smitten by you. The Avengers, especially Natasha being very protective of you when they notice the tricksters’ interest in you. You on the other side, being the curious girl you always were, wanted to know more about the mysterious guy and the world he comes from.

Pairings: Loki x Reader ; Tony Stark x daugther!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Original: here

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Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Tip from my side: if your dad, mum or any other relative is a super hero, especially if he is a part of the Avengers, never forget that! I did, and that lead to me standing in the living room of my adoptive father, Tony, and having various weapons pointed at me.
You see, I’m currently having troubles at my college and decided to take a break and visit my father, completely forgetting that he is Iron Man and that the ‘Stark Tower’ was transformed into the ‘Avengers Tower’ and that said Avengers, are now living there.
“Who are you?” Natasha Romanoff, Russian Agent, rough childhood. She pointed one of her guns at my head and I had no doubt that she could blow my head off.
“(Y/N) Stark. Starks daughter? Well adoptive daughter. Where is he anyway?” The way the others looked at me was really amusing. Only one of them, who I guessed was Loki, looked rather bored. He didn’t even bother to stand up and point anything at me.
“Miss (Y/N), should I inform your father of your presence?” Ah, how I missed Jarvis. Before I went to college, as lonely as it sounds, he was my only friend. “No thanks Jarvis. I will tell him myself, but where exactly is he?” “Right here.” I turned around and saw my father standing there, with his arms outstretched, ready for a hug. And a hug he received.
“I missed you Dad.” I buried my face in his neck. “I missed you too kiddo.” He squeezed me harder against him, kissing my scalp.
“I see you already met the others. This is Thor, Steve, Bruce, Natasha, Clint and behind them on the couch is Loki.” He pointed at each one, but as soon as he mentioned Loki, a snarl took over his face.
“You do know that I have a TV at the college. I know who they are. All of them.” I laughed and the other lowered their weapons.
“So Tony, you never told us you had a daughter, and such a gorgeous one too.” Thor smirked and bowed his head. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady (Y/N).” He took my hand and gently kissed my knuckles. “So, how’s your brother complex going Thor?” Loki, tried to hide a laugh, at which he clearly failed. Thor, on the other hand, looked at me with wide eyes and a faint blush on his cheeks. “What?” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
“Is my room still available?” Tony nodded and I grabbed my bags, making my way to the elevator.
As soon as I was, what the others thought, out of earshot, they began asking tony questions. Even though, it was mostly Thor asking what I meant with ‘brother complex’.
No one noticed the handsome god making his way to the elevator too.
“So you are Starks little princess.” He didn’t look at me, just stared at the elevator doors.
“I’m neither little nor a princess. I’m his adopted daughter. I guess we have something in common.” I smirked at him. Before he could talk again, the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.
“Excuse me.” I walked out and smirked to myself, picturing his face.

Finally in my room, I noticed one problem. The last time I’ve been here, I apparently still had my ‘pink phase’. My walls were pink and so was my most of my furniture. That was a real problem.
“Jarvis. Where is the next interior centre? Oh and I need some new clothes and a new wallpaper. This one won’t do.” I left my bag on the floor and exited the room again.
“Anything else, Miss (Y/N)?” Jarvis artificial voice inquired. “Yes, I need my father’s credit card and a car. Send the location of the store to my phone, would you?”
“The location is send. And I think your father’s (F/C) would be to your liking.” My phone buzzed and I had the location.
“I think so too Jarvis. The keys are still where they always are?” Jarvis answered with a polite ‘Yes Miss’ and I took the elevator up to the living room again.
“Hey sweet pea, do you need anything?” Tony sat with the others, drink in hand.
“Yes, your credit card.” I shot the others a tight lipped smile, looking back at my father. “What for?” He stood up and got his wallet out of his jeans pocket.
“Have you seen my room? It’s pink.” He laughed and passed it to me. “Need any help?” “I’ll let Jarvis let you know when I’m back so you can help carry most of the stuff to my room. And maybe we can fix it together.” He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “Of course kiddo.”

After my shopping trip, I drove back to the Avengers Tower, telling Jarvis to let my father know of my return. The answer wasn’t really what I hoped for.
“Your father asked me to tell you that they had to go on a mission. He is sorry Miss (Y/N).” Jarvis’s voice followed me to the elevator. Biting my tounge, I shook my head.
“I know Jarvis, I know.” I moved the wallpaper and everything I needed to remove my old wallpaper to the elevator. The new floor I chose, was too heavy, so I had to wait for my father’s return anyway.
I brought all the stuff to my room, but immediately lost my interest in redecorating it.
It was almost lunch time anyway, so I decided to go to the kitchen and cook something for myself.
I didn’t expect Loki to be sitting in the living room, reading.
“I thought you were out on a mission.” I checked the fridge and cupboards, deciding what I should cook. “Well, they never take me with them. Not that I’m complaining.” Loki didn’t look up from his book, but his voice was softer than I expected.
“Know how that feels. Want something to eat?” I leaned against the kitchen counter, looking at the Trickster God. “Deepens on what you’re cooking.” “I thought about Carbonara.” I took everything I needed out of the fridge and the cupboards, laying it out before me.
“What is that?” Loki quietly came up behind me, surprising me. “God, Loki! Warn me the next time you sneak up on me!” I looked at him with wide eyes, but he just grinned.
“There would be no fun if I did that, pet.” He looked over my shoulder at the ingredients, still grinning. “Don’t get used to the nickname Loki. My name is (Y/N) and you’ll call me exactly that.”
He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, but nodded.
“So, do you want some, or not?” I looked at him and put my hands against his chest, trying to get a little distance between me and the god.
“Why not?” He went back to the couch, leaving me alone in the kitchen.
I was in the middle of cooking when my phone buzzed.
“Hey dad. How’s the mission going?” I put the phone between my right ear and shoulder and continued to stir the pasta.
“Just fine honey! You fucking-! Sorry, I just wanted to -Oh come on!- check if everything’s okay -Asshole!- over there.” He was still in his suite, fighting against whatever.
“Everything’s perfect. Call me again when you’re finished. Love you.” I hung up before he could answer, taking my phone and putting it back on the counter.
“Miss (Y/N), I am supposed to tell you that your father loves you too.” “Thanks Jarvis.”
Deciding the pasta was ready, I put a sieve into the sink and lifted the pot. I was just sieving the pasta when Loki appeared behind me again, affectively scaring me. I let go of the pot and the hot water splashed onto my hands.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I fell to the floor, pressing my hands to my chest. Loki, looked worried for once.
“Where does it hurt?” He put his hands out, waiting for me to put mine into his.
“Stay away you creep! God!” Huffing he took my hands and the pain almost immediately lessened. Loki closed his eyes and focused, his hands becoming colder by the second.
And there was something else. His hands turned blue and some sort of pattern appeared on his skin. Slowly, his whole body, at least everything I could see, became blue and had the same pattern. The next time he opened his eyes, they were blood red. But that wasn’t it, there were also so many emotions in them. Fear, insecurity, shame. All those emotions were behind those eyes that looked at me pleadingly. Pleading that I don’t throw him away like so many others did.
I took my hands out of his and a new emotion appeared, hurt. Seeing this, I immediately put my left hand back in his. With my right, I touched his cheek. It was as cold as ice but I didn’t pull back. I couldn’t. All the emotions were gone, replaced by confusion and happiness.
“You’re not scared?” After a few minutes of silence he spoke up. “Why should I? You’re beautiful.” He huffed and pulled back. Before I could say something he vanished into thin air, leaving me alone on the kitchen floor.

I sat there for about ten minutes, until Jarvis asked if I was alright. After telling him that everything was fine and he mustn’t tell my father about what just happened, I finished cooking. As soon as I was done eating, I filled a plate and brought it to Loki’s room. It was the first time I noticed that his room was on the same floor as mine.
I knocked on the door and waited for a response, which never came. So I slowly opened the door and looked inside. The room was in green and gold, there were also a big bed and a very comfortable looking reading chair. The walls were lined with bookshelves the reached the ceiling.
“What do you want?” His voice as sharp as the knife he was playing with in bed.
“I just brought you something to eat. If you still want it.” I walked inside the room and put the plate down on his nightstand. “Well, if you’re in a better mood, I could use your help. My room is just down the hall, last one on the right. See you!” I was just about to leave the room when he grabbed my left hand.
“How are your hands?” He inspected it carefully, but didn’t find anything, so he let go again. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll be more careful from now on.” He looked me in the eyes and I knew, even though he was the God of Mischief, his words were true. So I nodded and left his room, getting ready to work on my room.

It took me a few hours, but I managed to break down all my furniture. Now I remembered why I asked my father to help me. It took a while to get all the stuff out of my room, but somehow, I did it. I brought it downstairs into the garage, leaving it there for the moment.
Taking the elevator, I went back up again.
“Jarvis, put on some music. This will take a while.”
Dancing to ‘Back in Black’ from AC DC, I began to scrape the wallpaper down. Even though Tony wasn’t my biological father, we had a lot in common. We liked the same music, were intelligent and loved building things. He had his suit and I had my hover board. I only used it on the large campus, what can I say? I’m too lazy to walk all the time and it’s a lot faster.
It took me some time to convince the University council to allow me to use it, but it’s definitely a pro to be Tony Stark’s daughter. And I never broke something.
Well…except for the time one of the other students ran in my way. And the time the board had a malfunction. Oh, and the time…! Let’s not dwell on the past…right?
Either way. We had enough in common for him to be my real father. The only thing that wouldn’t fit, is that he actually wanted me. Sure, I was the one that practically begged him to adopt me, but he still chose me.
Being absorbed in my thoughts, I didn’t notice the handsome god entering my room.
“Midgard to (Y/N)?” He tapped my shoulder, making me spin around and threaten him with my spatula.
“Loki! What did you say about not surprising me?!” I took the spatula down and looked at him with wide eyes. “I tried to warn you, but you didn’t react.” Huffing I turned around and continued scrapping at the wall.
“Do you need to get that down?” He stood in the middle of my room, looking around.
“Yup. All four walls need to be bare.” I could barely finish before Loki snipped his fingers and the walls were naked.
“Can you also put those up on the wall?” I pointed at the wallpaper rolls, lying on the floor.
Snipping again, my walls were covered in the wallpaper and the rolls were gone.
“My ceiling should look like a sky full of stars.” I grinned at the men-I mean god, in front of me and he smirked. This time, he moved his hands around and a few seconds later, my ceiling was covered in blinking stars.
“Wow.” I looked around my room, more than happy with the result. “I thought they took all your magic?” He smirked at me. “They took enough from me so I can’t escape. But I can still teleport inside this place and I can use a little magic. Enough to help you redecorate your room.”
“Perfect! Come with me!” Taking his hand, I pulled him to the elevator and to the garage, where my new floor still waited.
“By the way, what is a ‘creep’?” Loki looked at me, confusion written all over his face. We were standing in the elevator, going down.
I couldn’t supress a snicker. “A person that kind of scares you, but…more like…I don’t even know. Google it.” “Google?” Face palming myself, I stepped out of the elevator, walking to the pyramid of floorboards.
“This needs to go up into my room.” Nodding, he snipped again and the pyramid vanished.
“Can I keep you?” I took his hand again and pulled him to the elevator. Instead of answering my, very serious question, he chuckled and followed me.
Upstairs he changed the floor for me and asked me if I needed anything else.
“Well…a bed would be nice. But all the shops are closed by now. Your magic is not enough to teleport things from a magazine or the internet into this room, is it?”
Loki shook his head.
“You can sleep in your father’s bed. His other half isn’t here right now.”
“Yuck no! I don’t want to know how many times the both of them had sex in there!” Chuckling at my response he walked out of my room.
“Wait! Can I sleep at yours tonight?” I leaned out the door, watching his back.
“Who says I don’t masturbate?”
“You probably do, but you’re not my father! That only makes it half as gross.”
“Be my guest!” He entered his room, leaving me grinning at the door to my room.
This is definitely going to be fun.

touch • zach dempsey pt. 1

a/n: i combined like 3 requests for this bc i’m a terrible person that couldn’t come up with strong enough individual plot lines. 2 of the 3 were pretty similar so i guess it kinda works out??? also this is gonna be in 2 parts hehe.

warnings: uh u already know what i’m about to say, SIN. it’s minor sin though, just some good ol’ dry humping. 

 walking through the halls of liberty high was definitely not a task that you enjoyed. at first, you passed all of the cheerleaders everyday, wishing that you could look like them. with their flat stomachs and small thighs. you cursed your genes for giving you your wide hips and larger breasts, but over time you grew to love and cherish them. that was until that stupid hot or not list started circulating. someone had put you down under “best tits” and the harassment still hasn’t subsided. you’re now greeted with animalistic grunts, thrusting movements, and boys making cupping motions around their chest when they see you.

 it was the boys like bryce walker and the rest of his little clique that made your blood boil and your life a living hell. you walked past them, the disdain clearly evident on your face. you rolled your eyes as they started up their little show. you looked down at your shoes as you passed zach dempsey. you always had a soft spot for him and you never knew where it came from. for some reason you liked to imagine that he actually had a sweet heart and wasn’t like the company that he kept. 

 "guys knock it off, you’re being so annoying.“ zach said, attempting stop the shenanigans. you walked even faster towards your class, hearing the boys all taunt zach for defending you. you didn’t know why he had done it, but you weren’t complaining. your heart fluttered, but you pushed the feeling deep down as you continued your day. 

 the most dreaded time had approached quicker than you wanted it to. 8th period. the class where you had to deal with all of the jocks at once. your teacher decided to make matters worse by assigning a partner project. seeing as the class was small, it was practically impossible not to be paired with one of them. 

 "okay let’s see here: justin with alex, bryce with marcus, jeff with monty, zach with y/n….” she called out. your heart froze. “zach with me? me? and zach?” you thought to yourself. you drowned out the teacher’s voice with your internal screaming. there was nothing you had wanted to do more in that moment than to melt into the ground. 

 zach walked over to your desk, flashing you his signature colgate smile. “damn zachy boy, you got a good one!” justin says to zach while smirking at you.

 "stop being a dick justin, just leave her alone.“ zach shoots back. justin threw his hands up in surrender, backing off from zach’s words. you looked down at your paper and began scribbling, speaking without looking up at zach. "look, i get it. you don’t wanna mess up your rep. you don’t want to be seen with me. let’s make this easier for the both of us and-” you say and zach’s smile faltered. he cuts you off. “why would you think that, y/n?” he asks you with concerned eyes.

 "your friends have made it pretty clear how they feel about me, zach.“ say to him quietly, not meeting his eyes. "yeah, well, i’m not my friends y/n.” he says and you look up to find his eyes trying to read your expression. his gaze made you blush, but soon you laughed bitterly. “you’re hilarious dempsey. i’m just the butt of the stupid joke of a list that you guys made.” you answered.

 zach scratched the back of his neck, suddenly becoming nervous. he was usually oozing confidence, so seeing him flustered was adorable.

 "y/n, i’m sorry about the list. it’s my fault that you’re on it. y- you see, the guys put you on there to mess with my head because i- i think you’re really cute and-“ he says quickly before you cut him off. 

 "you? thinking that i’m cute? i never knew you were such a funny guy, zachary.” you said rolling your eyes and shaking your head. you didn’t know what kind of game he was playing but it made you furious.

“can you please just look at me and be serious for a sec y/n?” you looked him in the eye. “this is weird. i’ve never done this before but i really like you y/n, and i’m really sorry for the boys. i’ve tried to stop them but you know how they are. the only reason why they tease you is to get to me, because they knew i was scared to tell you how i feel. you probably hate me but i just really, really like you. i like the way you bob your head to whatever music is going on in your mind when you think no one is watching you. i like the way you crinkle your nose when you’re frustrated or confused, and then shake your head and mumble to yourself. i like your laugh, especially when it’s loud and unexpected, and then you try to hide it with small giggles. i like it when you speak your mind and don’t hold back. there are so many things that i just like about you so much y/n.” he says. 

 you blink, stunned by the words that just came out of the basketball player’s mouth. registering everything he said, you start blushing and biting your lip. “oh, and that. stop doing that, it kills me.” zach groans.

 you smile widely and put your hand on top of his. “for what it’s worth, i like you too.” you say to him. the bells rings and you leave quickly, leaving zach still sitting at his desk, speechless. you walk home, still smiling like a madman. zach dempsey had a crush on you. 

 you walked into school the next day with your head held high. the boys didn’t start up their usual game when you passed, they simply nodded at you. the only thing is that zach wasn’t with them. you approach your locker to see zach leaning 4 lockers down from you, laughing and talking with sheri. your heart feels heavy as you scoff and slam your locker.

 zach jumps up and sees you, but you walk away from him swiftly, making him run to catch up with you. “y/n, wait!” he says to you. you can’t help but to roll your eyes when he grabs your wrist.

 "i hate you zachary dempsey. i hate you for making me think that you actually liked me. i hate you for making me like you. ya know, last time i checked, you don’t tell someone that you like them and then flirt with one of their best friends.“ you yelled at him. zach laughed and you wanted to punch his stupid face. "you’re a piece of shit you know that right, you’re the worst, and i never want to tal-” you started.

 "christ, y/n shut up!“ zach argued. he walked towards you until you were pressed against the locker and his face was inches from yours. you inhaled sharply, looking up at him. "i was asking sheri what you liked. i was gonna ask you out.” he whispered. “bullshit.” you said back. 

 "why can’t you just believe that i like you y/n? you’re driving me insane right now.“ he says, his voice still low. "because zach, boys like you don’t like girls like me.” you mumble, looking up at him through your eyelashes. zach put his hand on your cheek, and then lifted your chin so that your eyes could meet his.  

“you’re insane if you think that, y/n. i definitely like you. i can barely control myself around you. i just want you be mine so bad, let me prove it to you.” he says as his fingertips brush against you, tracing random patterns on your arm. you pull him closer by his letterman and kiss him hard. his kisses back with just as much need and desperation, before pulling you into an empty classroom. 

he sits down and pulls you into his lap. you smile when you feel that he’s already hard. zach grips your hips before slamming his lips onto yours again with a bruising force. you grind down on him and he moans into your mouth as you grip his hair. you move your lips down his neck and suck on it while still rolling your hips. 

 "shit y/n, this is better than i could have ever expected.“ he says as he let’s his head fall back. you smirk against his neck as he grips your ass to pull you closer to him. you gasp and moan out, feeling more pressure on your clothed sex. you move your hips faster earning a satisfied groan from him before he starts sucking on your neck. 

 "zach.” you moaned breathlessly. he nipped at your neck, marking you as his. you were putty in his hands. zach pulled away suddenly, leaving you confused. “did i do something wrong?” you asked wide eyed. “god no, y/n. the complete opposite actually. if you wouldn’t have stopped, i would’ve came in my pants.” he admits. you blush and step towards him, grabbing his phone out of his pocket. 

 "come to my place at 6. we can work on the project and maybe pick up where we left off?“ you said with a smile, putting your number and address in zach’s phone. 

 you walked out of the room, once again leaving him speechless and watching you.

a/n: IM SORRY FOR THE WAIT DONT HATE ME, ENJOYYY

College!AU Jungkook
  • major: computer science 
  • minor: digital art 
  • sports: on-campus dance crew, track & field 
  • clubs: e-sports club LOL 
  • is basically considered the “computed genius” of his year and all the professors in the computer science major just adore him 
  • halfway through his freshman year he was offered an internship at TWELVE different companies that had all heard about him because of the software projects he had perfected and also the fact that he apparently holds the record on campus for writing a code up in approximately 3.5 minutes
  • he thinks algorithms are fun and didn’t have to take the core for Calc 1 because when he was in High School he was past Calc 3
  • can take apart and rebuild a computer faster than most of the professors themselves
  • the cute thing is that as much as he knows about the inner workings of computers and all that, he’s also crazy about computer games and is super competitive. plays everything from World of Warcraft & League of Legends to Minecraft and Garry’s Mod.
  • is part of the universities e-sports club and plays in local tournaments for like cash and he has been scouted to join pro LOL or Starcraft teams but he’s like meh not interested but thanks
  • digital art is his minor and it kind of confuses the computer science department heads because they’re like!!! jungkook!!! you could do so much better how about?? mathematics oR economics as a minor and he’s like sketching his favorite playable character from mortal kombat like “nope. drawing is fun. drawing on the computer is even better.”
  • he kinda has this secret dream of being able to be a game software designer but he keeps it quiet from most people because everyones always on his case about the gREat things he can do with his mind like write software for the government or huge corporations and he’s like yeah yeah but in his head he’s got all these cool designs and plots for characters and adventures 
  • and the fact that he’s so good at like ?? everything kind of makes him the target for mean jealous peoples hatred and so his only real friends are like this small group of people that he meet through jimin, a friend of his on the dance team
  • other than them jungkook doesn’t really warm up to people the way jimin and taehyung do,,,,he kinda tends to be shy and closed up
  • oh and he does track & field because the coach like begged him to join after he saw jungkook doing a dash across the campus to get away from jimin who just wanted to give his best buddy a kiss on the cheek
  • and actually you meet jungkook because see you’re sitting in study hall with your laptop and you’re finishing up this essay. it took you like 10 hours to write and you’ve got like one billion sources and you’re on your last sentence when BAM your computer just freezes and dies on the spot
  • and you’re sitting there looking at your screen like what. the. fuck.
  • and jungkook is like two seats away with his headphones in watching some walk-through on his phone and laughing at all the mistakes of the streamer when he hears you let out the tiniest little yell and like almost slip onto the floor of your chair
  • and usually jungkook isn’t the type to put his nose into other peoples business but seeing as though you look like you’re about to start sobbing and the fact that your laptop is threatening to fall of your lap and break he’s like
  • “excuse me- your laptop-”
  • and you’re like” itS DEAD B ro  IT JUSt D I E D it RIPPED On me I wanNA sCream THAT PAPER is DUE BY 3 o’clock tHIS is the bittersweet end”
  • and jungkook is like 
  • well firstly he bursts into laughter because ‘the bittersweet end’ thats funny but also he’s like “hand me your laptop”
  • and you’re like what no how do i know you’re not gonna take it and run and jungkook’s like “because i have a macbook at home i don’t need your little pc notebook laptop” and you’re like Excuse me don’t trash talk my laptop and jungkooks like “fine fine but i can fix it hand it over”
  • and you’re a little suspicious because jungkook doesn’t look like he can fix it not when he’s wearing ripped up denim jeans, a white t-shirt three sizes too big and timberlands that look like they’ve seen hell and back but you’re like well…….it’s worth a shot
  • so you hand it over to him and jungkook like flips it over, checks the bottom of your laptop touches some stuff presses some buttons listen im not a computer science major jungkook is here
  • and when he presses the power button WALLA the screen turns on and there’s your saved word document with your essay and you’re like
  • staring at it and then looking back at jungkook with your mouth open and he’s like “told you” and you’re like 
  • “dude. dude you are GOD” and jungkook’s like “maybe not god but like yes im really really good.” and you’re like “i owe you one!!” and jungkook’s like nah forget about it bUT THEN
  • he hears it
  • the voice
  • that voice
  • PARK JIMIN 
  • and jungkook’s like oh nO and you’re like??? what oh look it’s jimin i know him he’s nice-
  • and jungkook is like hide me. please don’t tell him im here let me get behind yo-
  • and he like tries to get over you to the seat that’s like beside you but jimin is like jUNGKOOK!!! ive been looking for you - oh well hello there
  • jimin like smiles and waves to you and you like awkwardly wave back and jimin’s like “i didn’t know you knew jungkook, am i……….interrupting something (——:” 
  • and you’re about to be like “what?? no!” but jungkook sits up and is like “yes. jimin this is my significant other. we were just talking about where we were going to go on our DATE so if you could give us some time…..”
  • and jimin (being a sucker for all things romantic) gets a little red in the ears and is like OH OH I SEE WELL I WILL BE ON MY WAY 
  • and like winks and does a little finger gun @ jungkook
  • and you’re sitting there in stunned silence and jungkook is like umm uhhh umm 
  • and his face is getting redder by the minute and his eyes are wide like a lost bunny and he’s like “REmember how you said you owed me, yeah that was the favor I’m sorry-”
  • and you put your hands up like it’s fine it’s fine but why are you avoiding jimin?
  • and jungkook kind of sighs and he’s like dont get me wrong i love my hyung but he’s always saying i should go out and do things like date or whatever and im just like,,,,,,,id rather stay home and stream overwatch or something
  • and you’re like i know that Feel but you’re also like jimin is kinda right like isn’t that what college is about having fun and doing stuff but you shrug because it’s not your business and jungkook did fix your laptop and he is pretty cute you wouldn’t mind actually going on a date w/ him but since he’s obviously not interested you two like part ways and you thank him again for fixing your laptop and you’re like that’s that
  • BUT ITS NOT DUN DUN DUN
  • ok im being dramatic but yeah you notice jimin at smoothie place near campus and you’re like oh no i better hide so he doesn’t ask me about jungkook
  • but jimin sees and he’s like HEY and you’re like fRICK but you smile and wave and he like jogs over to you and he’s like “listen this is going to sound so imposing and what not but im so happy you’re dating jungkook because he needs to get out of his shell and i never thought he’d find someone that he’d willing let do that and im just so thankful for taking care of him” 
  • jimin like grabs both your hands and does a little bow and you’re like oh my god what did i get myself into
  • and you have to search the whole campus until you find jungkook in one of the empty computer labs of the lab buildings and you’re like hEY WE HAVE A PROBLEM 
  • and jungkook takes his headphones off and he’s like ???? what problem wait one sec let me finish this -
  • and you’re like jungkook stop playing your online game and listen to me-
  • and he’s like one SEC i promise it’s for a good cause and you’re like what good cause it’s some online battle but then you see the screen flash the word ‘victory’ and you’re like jungkook this is serious-
  • and he’s like yeah yeah i know i just needed to beat that game it’s like a charity thing im doing that if i beat like twenty straight rounds this company will donate 20,000,000 won to a childrens hospital so
  • and you’re like hold up back it up you’re playing games for,,,,,,charity
  • and he kinda scratches his neck like well yeah i mean im good at it so i might as well put my skills toward helping people
  • and you’re @ you’re own heart don’t you dare skip a beat
  • but then jungkook also adds in the info that he fixes up old computers at poor schools so kids will be able to use the internet even if schools can’t afford newer models of computers and you’re like
  • well damn there my heart goes skipping TEN beats
  • and jungkook’s like so what’s up is it your laptop- but you’re like no no it’s park jimin he basically thanked me for being your significant other and was very genuine and passionate about this “relationship” of ours jungkook how are you ever going to tell him you lied
  • and jungkook’s like oh no,,,,,and you two are like standing there looking at each other like we done messed up until jungkook like clears his throat and he’s like
  • “wELL there is a way we could get away with it”
  • and you perk up like how??? tell me!!! and jungkooks like “well-ah-um-ah d-d–da-date–w-w- we could g-go on a date and see- see if mayb-maybe….”
  • and you’re like date? see? and you’re like oh he means see where it goes and you like instantly feel your own cheeks heat up and you’re like 
  • “actually,,,,id love to but,,,but,,,wait jungkook-”
  • and he’s like swallowing like yes??? 
  • and you’re like “did you think i was cute when you saw me in study hall with my laptop?” and he looks like he’s been caught red handed and he’s like wHAT No and you’re like oh my god you did 
  • and jungkook admits it (after you two bicker cutely about it for like half an hour) that yes he actually did think you were cute and honestly he would never have asked you out if it weren’t for this Twist of Events
  • and you two like laugh a little at each other because honestly you two were too scared to see if the other person would actually go on a date that when you pretended to date in front of jimin you both were like but this could never be real!!!?!!?!?!?
  • until you two are finally at a movie together, probably a movie based of a comic or something or like a kids animated movie lol, and you’re laughing sharing popcorn and then jungkook is like there’s a ferris wheel near here!! and you’re like fRICK yES take me and you two literally are like five year olds laughing and joking with each other on that date
  • and jungkook finally sees why the hell jimin is so into romance and love and all that jazz
  • because as much as he’s having fun and doing things he likes he’s doing them with someone as stunning and breathtaking as you
  • and sure when jimin comes around you guys have to amp up skinship or whatever but the second he leaves jungkook is like 10 feet away apologizing and you’re like jungkook it’s ok,,,because tbh his arms around your shoulder is so nice and warm
  • and you guys go on a couple more dates on the DL and it’s so cute and finally jungkook walks you to your dorm and is like hey,,,,,,hey,,,,,,,,and you’re like hmmm and he’s looking at your lips but he can’t bring himself to do it so you like roll your eyes and lean up to kiss him and he’s like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
  • and you’re like also !!!! but you like cover your mouth and look down and this would be so innocent and soft if it weren’t like the next second jungkooks like 
  • “you wanted to kiss me for a long time right? you were holding back RIGHT?” 
  • and you’re like JUNGKOOK SHUT IT 
  • and you’re chasing him down the street and his laughter is loud
  • and jungkook would totally call you up just so you two can sit in the park near the campus at night and push each other on the swings and it’s like
  • childish but you kids are so pure and so excited about everything
  • jungkook like rants a lot about all the games he’s played and his favorite characters and he like tries to help you get better at the games you’re interested in
  • and also he’s always there to fix anything that goes wrong with your laptop or phone
  • and like jimin thinks you two have been together for a super long time and you and jungkook are like actually jimin,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and when you finally tell him how you actually got together you expect jimin to like be super mad but no it’s the opposite jimin is like 
  • WAIT SO IN THE END I DID HELP JUNGKOOK FIND LOVE
  • and you’re like well kinda and jungkook is burying his face in his hands like oh my god jimin …..is the reason i was able to fall in love….and jimin is like YES IM CUPID I KnEW IT
  • you going to jungkook’s dance competitions and like jimin is always pointing you out and jungkook waves shyly and you’re like he’s so adorable how and jimin’s like JunGKOOK lOVES YOU and the entire bleacher of girls is like casting glances at you and you’re like ,,,,,,oh god and jungkook’s like covering jimin’s mouth his hand like hYUng CHill
  • jungkook showing off his math skills by calculating tip and total prices when you go out to eat or shopping and you’re like “im dating a human calculator”
  • jungkook purposely ignoring you to play on his nintendo 3ds and you’re like jungkook kiss me and he’s like wait im playing fire emblem - and you’re like jungkook i will turn off your 3ds right now and he’s like ok ok ok 
  • (but in reality he was playing on purpose to see if you’d get pouty w him)
  • you meet the rest of his friends and they’re all equally as surprised to see jungkook dating and being so happy especially taehyung and yoongi who’re like “is this really jungkook? the jungkook who only knows romance through side plots in games?” 
  • it’s jungkooks birthday when you’re all over at his dorm together because jin baked a cake and jungkook was forced into a silly party hat by hoseok and jimin and like
  • everyone’s slowly leaving and jungkook is like “hey, can you stay?” and you’re like sure and idk it’s romantic the only light in the whole dorm is the candles still on the cake and jungkook asks you to close your eyes as he kisses down your neck
  • and like,,,,,you know he leads you toward his bed and like ,,,,, you mumble his name against his neck,,,,,and then-
  • AND THEN JIN COMES BACK through the dorm door like jUNGKOOK i forgot mY ID ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER JungKOOK WHERE ARE YOU
  • and you and jungkook are like two flustered messes coming out of the bedroom and jin is like 
  • oh…….OH YOU TWO CHILDREn- and basically you get lectured by him and it’s hilarious jungkook is like jin please and you’re like so embarrassed you can barely speak up
  • jungkook creates a code so that every time you open up your laptop a little bubble with his face in it appears and there’s a message like “you’re lucky you have such a cute boyfriend” and you always like do a little ‘pfft’ but it’s adorable and you keep it 
  • you love watching jungkook sketch instead of just do digital art like sometimes you’ll see him sitting on the windowsill in one of the campus building looking out of the window and just drawing and he looks so serene with the light hugging him
  • and also jungkook in his big oversized clothes waiting for you after class so you two can literally just go to his dorm and cuddle 
  • jin: “take them out on a nice date jungkook, hear ill give you some money-” you and jungkook: “is buying 5 bags of cheetos with this money you’re gonna give us count as ‘doing something nice’?” jin: “………you are both children. Children.” 

find namjoon’s ver (here)  // jimin’s ver (here) // taehyung’s ver (here
college!au vixx (here)

please look forward to the rest of college!bts coming soon~

Nervous Touch| Jimin

Jimin is known for his charm on stage but when the lights cut out he cant help but become flustered. Its something you’ve learned to deal with but often grow tired of. Maybe Jimin will show you what actually riddles beneath the flustered boy he once was.

Originally posted by marikit257

Warning: Cussing, smut, flustered Jiminie!, then out of no where hot sexy Jiminie!

Genre: Smut and a lovely amount of fluff

Word count: 7.4K

A/N: Im sorry i meant to upload this yesterday but i didnt have my laptop to post it and i tried to post it on my phone but it fucked up. Here it is now tho, please enjoy the trash that i write


Life was enough of a struggle at the tender age of finally being able to find yourself. Being surrounded by hard studies and your parents attempting to guide you only driving your insanity. All though my plate was already full of these things it only grew larger as i was brought into the lime light. Instead of the guidance and judgment i gained from my parents they came from other peers. everybody judge your every movement, every talk and every blink. I however didn’t ask for it but my boyfriend Jimin did so willingly. Jimin had been one of the very handsome members of BTS. He was known for his witty charm and irresistible ways but however when the light was taken away from him he was quite the opposite. He became soft and warm hearted when around me always making sure i was cared for.

Jimin held two personas, one where he is on stage as the cheers and roars from the crowd fuel his energy and sexy behavior. The audience always encouraged this persona making him crave it even more. His other persona was the one I was familiar with, the one where he was so afraid of touching me, as if i was a porcelain doll and i might break at any moment.

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Making a Fat Piggy

Charlie licked his lips as he scanned the computer screen. He scrolled through the many pictures of his friend, Tom Nevin. Charlie had a crush on Tom. He loved Tom’s slightly chubby belly. Charlie come across a picture of Tom where he was on the floor with his belly showing. This really turnt Charlie on. He just wanted to fatten Tom up and play with his belly. Charlie smirked. He knew exactly what he was going to do…

Tom was sat at his desk, trying real hard to ignore the fact that he had work to be done. He sighed and turnt to talk to his friends.
‘Im so bored’ moaned Tom.
'Same’ replied Jack, who was sat next to Tom. 'I dont understand anything on this sheet’
'You can say that again’ Groaned Charlie, who was sat behind the two. Suddenly, the bell rang. All the students started to pack up and leave.
'Make sure you finish the work at home. I will be checking next lesson’ said Mr Ford as the students started to leave the class. It was time. As Tom placed his backpack on, Charlie turnt to him.
'Hey Tom’ Charlie gulped 'Doing anything tonight?’
'No, probably going to play Fifa or something, why’ Replied Tom.
'Do you wanna come round mine?’ Asked Charlie.
'Sure, why not!’ Smiled Tom as he left with Charlie, unknowing of what is going to happen to him…

Charlie and Tom reached the house. Charlie opened the rusty gate and reached the door. He placed his key into the lock and pushed open the door.
'Cheers’ said Tom as he entered the house. He threw off his bag and Charlie shut the door.
'So, want something to eat?’ Asked Charlie, trying to hide his smirk.
'Yeah, go on’ Charlie gestured Tom into the living room.
'Just sit on the sofa while i go see what we got’ Said Charlie as Tom sat down.
'You sure your Mum and Dad wont mind?’ Asked Tom as Charlie stumbled into the kitchen.
'Nah. They dont care.’ Charlie smirked as he started to fill a wheelbarrow with cakes, pizza, cookies and other fatty foods. Tom glanced round the living room. He pulled out his phone to see a text from his girlfriend Becca:
-'Hey Babe. You up for meeting tonite? Xxx’-
Tom replied:
-'Sorry babe. At Charlies house. Text yah when im home. XX’-
Tom locked his phone when he saw Charlie enter with a wheelbarrow full of food.
'Isnt that going overboard Charlie’ Asked Tom, dazed by the sight.
'Nah. You’re going to eat it all though’ Smired Charlie as he stuffed a cupcake into Tom’s mouth. Tom tried hard to resist swallowing the food. He whacked Charlies hand which allowed Tom to spit out the food.
'What the fuck Charlie!’ Screeched Tom as he tried to sit up. Charlie quickly pounced on Tom, pinning him down onto the sofa by sitting on his legs.
'Oh calm down’ said Charlie as he started to unbutton Tom’s shirt. Tom tried to push Charlie off, but failed.
'What the actual fuck!’ Screamed Tom as Charlie ripped the shirt from Tom’s body to reveal a small plushy belly. Charlie squished the roll of fat.
'Oh im going to make you so fat!’ Laughed Charlie as he squished the small squishy belly.
'Charlie!? What the hell is wrong with you!’ Cried Tom as Charlie continued to run his hand across his tummy. Charlie shoved a cupcake into Tom’s mouth with a larger force than last time. Tom tried to hold back from swallowing the food, but failed. As soon as the cupcake was swallowed, another was shoved into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as he continued to try and free from Charlies tight grip, but it was too hard. Charlie smiled as he continued to fill up Tom’s mouth with food.

TWO HOURS LATER

Tom groaned as Charlie squsihed Tom’s belly.
'Look at it! It’s getting bigger!’ Smirked Charlie as he poked Tom’s flabby belly. His belly was now bigger. It took on the size of a small soccer ball. It was flabby and started to hang over Tom’s tight trousers. Tom now started to grow moobs, which took the shape of small mounds. He also started to get large love handles. Charlie got off Tom’s lap and made Tom stand on all fours on the floor. Charlie placed a large chocolate cake infront of Tom. Charlie sat on Tom’s back.
'Eat all of it’ Said Charlie as he spanked Tom’s round butt. Tom groaned nd took a large bite out of the cake. The chocolate icing smudged around Tom’s face as the moist texture of the cake melted inside his mouth. Charlie rubbed Tom’s bubble butt which strained against the tight trousers. Suddenly the Trousers ripped down his backside. Tom groaned at the feeling, which caused cake crumbs to fall out his mouth.
'Oh my…’ Blushed Charlie. 'My piggies gone and ripped his trousers! You are getting so big piggy!’ Charlie spanked Tom’s bum, which caused a ripple across his body.
“Im getting so fat” thought Tom as he continued to demolish the cake “Why is Charlie doing this to me?”
After another ten minutes of Tom eating, the cake was completely consumed. Tom spluttered as he started to breathe heavilly.
'Well done my giant piggy!’ Smiled Charlie as he got off Tom’s back. 'Hope you up for more’ Charlie place another four large chocolate cakes infront of Tom.
'No. Please’ Spluttered Tom as he started to pant heavilly.
Charlie sat back on Tom’s back 'Eat them now piggy’
'Too. Full’ Groaned the bloated piggy.
'Eat them now or im going to call over your entire family to see what a fat pig you’ve become’ Charlie smirked. Tom sighed as he took a bite out of the first cake.
'Good piggy!’ Laughed Charlie as he ran his finger down the rip of Tom’s trousers.

-HALF HOUR LATER-

'Wow!’ Squealed Charlie as Tom’s trousers completely ripped from Tom’s body. Tom groaned as the trousers ripped from his body, leaving only his underwear as the last piece of clothing on his body. Tom turnt to see his large butt was on show which had a pair of boxers so tight on his body. They were so tight, his fat cheeks started to flow over them, looking like his ass was eating them.
'Damn piggy!’ Charlie blushed as he squished Tom’s butt 'They flew off! Looks like you’re boxers have become a thong! They look so tight on you Piggy!’ Charlie smacked Tom’s right butt cheek which caused Tom to moan. 'Continue eating your cakes piggy! Only one and a half left!’ Tom moaned as he continued to fill his mouth with cake.

-TWENTY MINUTES LATER-

Tom took the last bite of the cake in front of him. Crumbs fell from his mouth as he chewed the last bite.
'Well done piggy!’ Exclaimed Charlie as he sat on Tom’s back. 'I knew you could eat all them cakes!’ Charlie got off Tom’s back. 'Sit up piggy!’ Tom struggled, but managed to sit upright, leaning his back against the sofa. Tom’s belly hung over his underwear and his thighs. Hhe had a few rolls on his belly which rolled like a rolling pin. Tom’s moobs now took the appearance of a girls pair of boobs. His thighs nearly tripled in size, they were now soft and squished on the floor. Tom also had a number of chins which hung under his original.
'Look at you know piggy! You’ve gotten so fat!’ Charlie grabbed Tom’s love handles and shook, causing Tom’s whole belly to bounce. Tom moaned as Charlie continued to bounce. Then there was a knock at the door.
'Be back in a sec my piggy’ smiled Charlie as he stood up and left the room.

Two minutes later, Charlie returned with eight pizza’s, eight portions of fries and tons of burgers.
'You ready for more my piggy?’ Chuckled Charlie as he placed the food on the floor.
'No. Please’ Tom tried to get up, but struggled.
'No point trying to escape my piggy!’ Said Charlie as he sat infront of Tom. 'You are going to eat and thats it’
'Too. Fat’ Moaned Tom as he placed a hand on his tummy. 'Im so. Big’
'Thats it, touch you’re body. Look and feel how fat you’ve got. Look how big you’re belly is. Look at the way it sags down over your underwear. Look how big  you’re tits are, they are bigger than your girlfriends!’ Charlie moaned 'You are getting so fat! But not fat enough!’ Charlie picked up a slice of pizza and shoved it into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as the cheese flavour spread across his mouth.
“Im so fat” Thought Tom as Charlie placed another slice into his mouth. 'Ive gotten. So big. I cant even. Move. Im too. Big.“ Charlie continued to stuff food into Tom’s mouth. Tom was now helpless. He was too fat to move, being stuffed non stop and was being sat on the lap by his 'friend’. Tom moaned as Charlie smiled.

-TWO HOURS LATER-

'Last burger piggy!’ smirked Charlie as he placed the last burger into Tom’s mouth. Tom moaned as he chewed and swallowed the meaty burger.
'Well done piggy! You ate everything!’ Smiled Charlie. Tom groaned. Tom was huge. Tom’s belly now pushed his legs apart and was touching the floor. His moobs were now the size of a large breasted woman. His moobs sat ontop of his flabby belly. His thighs were thick and huge and were squished against the floor. Huge love handles formed on Tom’s hips, followed by rolls up the side of his body.
'Damn Piggy. You are so big!’ Charlie grabbed Tom’s belly.
'Ooh’ moaned Tom 'Stop. Please.’
'Look at you! You’ve gotten so fat!’ Charlie moaned. Suddenly Charlie lunged ontop of Tom and kissed him. Tom pulled back and their lips disconnected.
'Whats wrong piggy? Dont want to be my piggy?’ Charlie leaned in to Tom’s face 'Kiss me back now, or else’
Tom sighed and leaned in towards Charlie. Their lips both connected as they kissed. Charlie’s tongue broke into Tom’s mouth and danced around. Tom moaned as he did the same with his tongue.
"Why is he doing this” Thought Tom “And why am i kissing him back?” They continued to kiss as Charlies hand squished and played with Tom’s fat, moving around his fat body. Charlie pulled away from the kiss and smirked. His cheeks were red and he was sweating 'Ive been wanting this for years Tom’ Tears started to fall slowly from Tom’s eyes. He is now Charlie’s piggy.

{ five’s company // ch. 16 }

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sixteen. 

You stretched when you came downstairs. You were wearing a simple night gown with a robe on since mornings here were a little chilly. You were wearing your fuzzy slippers and you hopped down the rest of the stairs. The boys looked up when they heard your feet padding against the smooth floors. They knew that sleepy little shuffle.

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anonymous asked:

nurseydex prompt where theyre dating in secret (not really in secret they just havent told anyone & dont display pda & maybe they enjoy seeing everyone believe they arent together) so almost everyone thinks theyre still pining & tries to set them up (chowder knows bc he walked in on them making out but hasnt told anyone bc he respects their privacy)

Also features: Ace Dex (ace anon, I do have another thing in the works for you, though, because I don’t like how weirdly mushed in this sounds)

>I got a bingo. You owe me (1) favor

Dex couldn’t help but grin down at his phone. He wasn’t even mad that he lost their game.

<who was it?

Back when they started dating, he and Nursey had an understanding that they didn’t want to tell the team. Not because either of them were in the closet or anything; they just didn’t want to endure the drama that the team would inevitably stir up. Avoiding the fines was a nice perk, too. It wasn’t that they were hiding it, they just didn’t tell anyone.

The thing was, though, the team gossiped like old ladies. So, when Lardo noticed that their fighting was less serious and more playful, she mentioned it to Bitty. Bitty ran with that theory, assuming that it meant sexual tension, and told Ransom and Holster that they were pining.  Ransom and Holster tried to bribe Chowder into giving them hints how to get the two together. But Chowder walked in on them making out, and already agreed to keep their secrets.

It didn’t take long for the “subtle” (at least, they thought they were being subtle) nudges to set up Nursey and Dex. Then, the subtle turned blatant and everyone was trying their hardest to set them up without actually setting them up.

So, Nursey and Dex turned it into a game. They each made a bingo card with members of the team and was that they might try to set them up. It was mostly a joke, at first, but then they both got a square in the same day and they decided to make it a real competition.  

>Whiskey with “just fuck each other already”, two squares for the win

When someone knocked into him from behind, Dex realized that he had stopped in the middle of the quad. He quickly typed out a response, so that he could keep walking to the computer lab in the basement of the admin building, the one that was always empty.

<well make it a good one, you’re not getting shit from me anytime soon

It wasn’t long into his essay that he forgot about the whole thing. Until he got back to their room, that is.

Nursey had cleaned; he shoved all of their dirty laundry in the hamper, picked up all of his heavy anthologies off the floor, even stacked their broken sticks in the corner of the room. The lights were turned off, but there were candles everywhere (apple pie scented, so Bitty’s). It looked frighteningly similar to how Dex set up his room when he was trying to get into his first girlfriend, Emily’s pants.

Nursey was standing off to the side, a huge grin on his face.

“Dude, are you trying to take my virginity or something? What the fuck is with all of this?” Dex was mostly joking… Mostly. He threw down his backpack and closed the door behind him.

Nursey opened his arms wide. “This is my favor. One romantic evening with my boyfriend. I tried to make tissue paper flower petals to really set the mood, but kind of set myself on fire, so just candles will have to do.”

Dex didn’t know where to start. The whole romantic evening thing wasn’t a huge deal; they both knew that Dex was a giant softie. They usually didn’t go so all-out, though. The fact that Nursey kind of set himself on fire, which wasn’t exactly surprising, but was maybe a little alarming. Or…

“This isn’t about that, right?”

It took Nursey a minute to understand what Dex was asking, but when he did, his smile turned into a look of shock. He rushed over to pull Dex into a big hug.

“Babe, no, of course not. C’mon, you know I don’t care about that.”

Dex melted into the hug.

Their conversation about Dex’s asexuality happened even before they were dating. It was the first time he told anyone. Nursey was nothing but supportive of him. When they started dating, Dex expected that to change, but it never did.

It wasn’t until months into their relationship that Dex told Nursey that he had never actually had sex before. He was afraid that Nursey would try to tell him that he couldn’t know he was asexual if he never had sex before, but that didn’t happen. Nursey barely reacted at all, and a part of Dex was still wanting for the other shoe to drop.

“I just want a backrub while we watch Goon. And maybe your slice of the vinegar pie Bitty’s making.”

Dex pulled back far enough to give Nursey a soft kiss.

“Oh, and on your way here I got another square. Play ‘til blackout?”

anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran with an MC that has a habit of singing/dancing around their house/apartment even if there's no music? And it's like, weird dancing, not good dancing? Thanks

Sure, Anon, I wanted to put songs to the names… I hope you don’t mind. You don’t have to listen to the song, of course. Obviously i dont own any of the music

Yoosung - Me & my Broken Heart

  • You were making lunch in the     kitchen when you began to hum a song    
  • And humming turned into full     blown singing
  • And then dancing…
  • It was a music act.
  • Yoosung was peering at you     from around the corner as you slid across the tiles floor and burst your     lungs out
  • You, skilfully, managed not     to spill anything as you sung and danced 
  • Yoosung thought of how cute     you looked singing
  • “All I needs a little love in my life! All I needs a     little love in the dark! A little, but I’m hoping it might kickstart, me     and my broken heart!”     
  • He began to take a video, and     then sent it to group chat    
  • Your phone vibrated and you     were still dancing and singing when you checked it 
  • Then you saw the video of you
  • “YOOSUNG!”
  • He’s never run so fast in his life     
  • However, you can’t stay mad     at him forever because he tells you repeatedly he did it because he     thought you were cute. 
  • He helps you finish lunch,     and you dance around together    

Jaehee - Thnks Fr th Mmrs

  • You were cleaning the shower,     when suddenly Jaehee heard loud echoing
  • She got up to find you     because she thought you were in trouble
  • But she turned the corner to     hear singing, and she could see your reflection in the mirror
  • You looked possessed to be     honest
  • You were doing some creepy     stare-off thing with yourself as you sung
  • “One night and one more time! Thanks for the memories,     even thought they weren’t so great, she tastes like you, only     sweeter!”     
  • Noticed how you changed the     lyrics 
  • Her giggling got her caught, and     you immediately flushed as you tried to stumble an explanation
  • She waved you off, giving you     a quick kiss on the cheek and telling you how cute you looked
  • And you caught her tapping     her foot and humming the song later    
  • Eventually the two of you did     a duet
  • But it was probably to one of     Zen’s Musicals

Zen -  Bubblegum Bitch

  • what do you mean duets happened      all the time?
  • Well, duets did happen all     the time, but that was when you tried your best to sing
  • When you were alone you     didn’t care what you sounded like, or how you looked
  • You were dancing with a broom     as you swept the room, singing to it as if it was a person
  • Zen was watching the whole     thing from the door frame.    
  • “I’m Ms sugar pink liquor liquor lips, hit me with your     sweet love steal me with a kiss!”     
  • You tried to do a cool thing     with the broom where you threw it to the ground and then kicked it up and     caught it
  • You did not catch it
  • Instead it smacked you straight in the face    
  • You frowned as your nose     started to bleed, and Zen forgot he wasn’t suppose to be there so he raced     forward to help you    
  • He scared the shit out of you
  • “Are you okay MC?!”    
  • “How long have you been standing there??”    
  • He smirked
  • “Long enough”     
  • You smacked him and went red
  • But he assured you, you looked     very cute dancing and singing. 

Jumin - Im an Albatros

  • normally he worked late
  • So, you danced around the     apartment, singing whatever song you liked at the time, in one of his     shirts waiting his arrival 
  • Jumin came home early today,     and did not tell you    
  • So, he was standing in the     doorway, a smirk on his face, as you jumped around the apartment yelling a     song. 
  • “She called herself the hoe, with the money money flow,     but fuck that little mouse ‘cause I’m an Albatraos”     
  • You screamed when you saw     him, and fell to your knees out of pure fear. 
  • He was chuckling at you     before He approached you and gave you a quick kiss
  • The two of you got ready for     bed
  • And Jumin made a mental note     to come home early more often    
  • Because you looked very cute     when you thought no one was watching    

Saeyoung - Im the Bad Guy (Wander over Yonder)

  • Saeran was out, Saeyoung was supposed     to be out as well, but he     wasn’t, he was hiding, observing what you’d do on your own
  • It was very interesting, to     say the least
  • You began to sing a song he     didn’t actually know    
  • That’s because it’s a song     from a show he header seen    
  • You were draping all over     furniture and dramatically touching lamps as if they were people
  • “I’ve always had a weakness for bareness and bleakness!     I crush all your hopes and then I watch you cry!”     
  • You tried to do some cool     spinny thing with the lamp    
  • And got tangled in the cord    
  • And the lamp fell
  • Saeyoung couldn’t help but     laugh, which drew attention to him. 
  • 707 has been compromised     
  • you dragged him out of     hiding, and forced him to help you clean the lamp mess for laughing at you
  • And after, you put on     whatever song you wanted and started to dance ridiculously
  • And of course, Saeyoung     joined you
  • You did some weird couple     moves
  • Saeran came home
  • And decided right there on     the spot he was moving out    

V - Honey, im good

  • he had the surgery, he can see, it’s all good.    
  • You were vacuuming and you     had headphones in, but you were on the other side of the apartment and     didn’t think V would hear you    
  • You were horribly wrong
  • V could hear the commotion,     it sounded like elephants running through the house, so he went to     investigate
  • And what he found was much more interesting than a herd of     elephants     
  • You bopping your head- rather     violently- to a     song as you sing along    
  • “Nah, Nah honey I’m good! I could have another but I     probably should not, I’ve got somebody at home and if I stay I might not     leave alone!”     
  • V smiled and laughed, you     didn’t hear him, but when you shut off the vacuum and turned around you     saw him smiling
  • His smile made you less     embarrassed, somehow, and you unplugged your headphones
  • Instead of stopping, you     turned the song up and threw the phone on the bed before grabbing V and     dragging him to a dance    
  • You both just spun around the     apartment, laughing as you tripped over each other’s feet 
  • At the end of the song you     both collapsed on to the ground and stayed there for hours listening to     the other songs that played, and enjoyed each other’s company

Saeran - Kids in The Dark

  • You were in the kitchen     making breakfast
  • And he woke up at the sound     of your voice
  • A little annoyed
  • But he forgave it easily when     he saw how funny you looked    
  • You were dramatically turning     and throwing your hands out, singing like no one else was in the area. 
  • “They left us alone, the kids in the dark, to burn out     forever, or light up a spark!”
  • The words you sung connected with him a lot    
  • You were mixing the pancake     mix, and when you turned you caught sight of Saeran. You dropped the mix     and froze in horror    
  • “I didn’t know you were there”    
  • “I could tell”    
  • He told you to keep it down     so he could sleep, and after he said it he regretted it because he missed     your voice
  • A few days later he heard you     singing again, and found you dancing once more while you cleaned the room
  • So, this time he watched you     for longer, hiding better so he wouldn’t get caught
  • You saw him, and instead of     freaking out, you sneakily made your way to him, grabbing his arms and     dragging him into the middle of the room
  • “MC, knock it off-”    
  • “Not until you dance!”     
  • You grinned up at him and     wiggled your body strangely, and he couldn’t contain it anymore
  • Saeran began to laugh, harder     and louder than he had ever done so before
  • And the two of you wiggled     weirdly and thrashed around, punching the air and screaming the lyrics
  • Saeran gathered some courage     and pulled you close to him, kissing you softly before the next song     starts
I do

I Do Pt. 2

Sweet Pea x Reader (tonixcheryl mentioned)

Based off: I hate u, I love u by Gnash

Warnings: Angst, fluff, more angst, kinda long, Laurie has totally backwards thinking I don’t agree with, time jumps, dialogue heavy.

A/N: I don’t know, new idea, haven’t seen it before so who knows 😂 I enjoyed writing Reader and Sweet Pea a little older than usual so yay, different. Enjoy!

OKAY THIS HAD TO BE SPLIT INTO TWO PARTS BECAUSE OF THE MAX TEXT BLOCK TUMBLR THING! NOT MY FAULT, SUPER ANNOYING

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“I can’t do this I can’t do this I can’t do this”

“Shh ynn you’ll be fine! This is what you want!” Jughead caught you in his arms, your train half tangling your feet. You cried into his chest, not caring if your make up was streaming down your face, your Best Man rocking you gently.

“Yn, come on sweetie, it’s just pre-wedding jitters, happens most people, come on Sweet Pea will be waiting to see his beautiful bride”

“Juggy it’s too soon! I was going to be a writer! Go off and live somewhere I had never been! There’s still so much I want to go and do!”

“And you will! You will yn! You and Sweet Pea will do that together and more! Marriage isn’t going to change that!”

“You’re right, you’re right” you pulled from him, rubbed under your eyes and sat back down at the vanity. You looked into the mirror at the person you could only just about recognize. You silently went about reapplying your makeup.

“You look beautiful yn” you could only nod at him.

“I’m going to go check on Sweet Pea” he gave you a smile before ducking out of the pastel room, leaving you alone. Your bridesmaids busied themselves elsewhere.

“Oh you look lovely my child” Sweet Peas aunt came into the room almost completely silently.

“Thank you Laurie”

“You’re going to make a wonderful wife yn”

“Thank you Laurie”

“I just know you’ll keep him a nice house”

“What do you mean?” You turned to face the skeletal woman.

“well I mean being a wife you know? When the children come along you’ll be so busy, not much time for other things but I’m sure you’ll do fine. Sweet Pea is a hard worker, I’m know he’ll provide in tenfolds” she smiled as if she wasn’t throwing a live grenade. You could feel your chest compressing further.

“Yeah well Sweet Pea and I will be both working and you know we won’t be having kids till after we travel for a bit and even then we’ll both be looking after them” you tried to calm yourself down but her shrill laughter was unsettling.

“Oh my child don’t we all think that! You’re marrying a Serpent, Sweet Pea has other things to be doing than travelling and raising kids, that’s women’s work.” It took everything in you not to stand up and slap her.

“Well, I better go make myself useful elsewhere. See you later my child” she squeezed your shoulders before exiting. You started hyperventilating again. You began pacing, tripping on your dress, hitting the carpet.

“Oh god, oh God, I can’t do this” you stood wobbling, grabbing some things in a handbag and ducked out into an empty hallway.

You moved quickly and carefully to the front door before getting to the stone steps and bolting down them, half stumbling. You hopped into a taxi just dropping off a caterer who looked at you bewildered before scuttling off, surely going to alert someone. You took one final look at the church and life you should be slotting into, tears still streaming down your face you hopped into the taxi.

~

Funerals are a strange thing. They do strange things to people. You thought this as you stood at the back of a church you had not been in in 3 years. You looked around and imagined it the day you left, the hour after you left, the week after you left. You pushed the guilt you had been fighting ever since then back down. You looked to see Sweet Pea and his family standing in the front row where the family of the deceased always stood. You thought about how the women they were saying goodbye to today shook your entire life up like it was nothing. The final prayer was coming to an end and you left before the funeral party could. You walked down the familiar stone steps, holding your arms close.

“Yn?” you turned at the sound of your name back to the top of the steps.

“Toni”

“Yn!” She ran down the steps, taking you in her arms.

“Yn I’m so happy you’re back! You came back for the funeral?”

“Yeah I did, felt I needed to”

“Yeah I mean they were almost your family too” she smiled before realising her words and apologising. You had heard from her only a few times since leaving, nothing could compare to seeing your Maid of Honor in person. The two of you continued to the car park as the church emptied out.  

“So how long are you in town?”

“Just the weekend, I have meetings on Monday”

“Ah yes, the busy life of a successful New York Times bestselling author”

“Oh yeah, I’m plagued with the title” you laughed, standing next to your rental car.

“Yeah, you really took off after leaving here” she almost sounded sad.

“I guess, I missed you though, I missed Riverdale”

“And Sweet Pea?” The name struck pure pain into your heart, if seeing the back of his head in the church wasn’t bad enough, hearing his name was almost shocking, you only nodded.

“Well, he misses you too yn”

“He doesn’t, he couldn’t, not after what i did to him Toni” she looked at me with sympathy while her phone buzzed.

“I have to go, Cheryl is looking for me” she said after reading the text.

“You and Cheryl?”

“Me and the future Mrs.Topaz, yeah”

“Shes taking your name?”

“Well actually they’re hyphenated but when she’s not around it’s just Topaz…dont tell her” she laughed, hugging me goodbye

“Maybe you should be my maid of honor?”

“Maybe”

“We’ll talk about it later yn! Bye!”

~

You waited patiently for Jughead outside Sunnyside, people passing and whispering about you every minute or so. You looked around the area you once lived and felt a sense of home coupled with agony. Absentmindedly, you looked down the road to see the familiar face of a boy you once knew. Sweet Pea walked, a girl by his side, both laughing. You moved to run or hide or something but it was too late.

“Y-yn?!” his face dropped and you bit the inside of your mouth to almost bleeding.

“H-hi Sweet Pea” you practically whispered, looking at your feet.

“Janie honey, can you give us a minute please, I’ll meet you at the Wyrm then okay” she raked her eyes up and down you before kissing Sweet Pea on the cheek goodbye and sauntering passed.

“She seems nic-”

“She is.” His eyes felt like daggers on your skin.

“What are you doing here yn” his tone matched his eyes.

“I just came for the funeral”

“Hmm and now what?”

“Umm me and Jug are going to see a film and then I’m going back to my parents old house”

“And then”

“Back to New York I guess” you weren’t sure why you were answering, i suppose you owe him that much.

“I heard your writing is doing pretty well there, pretty well everywhere”

“Yeah”

“Hope it was worth it yn” words like fire burning you all over, you felt you deserved worse. He sighed when you didn’t respond before pushing past you.

“it wasn’t" you said, back against him before looking over your shoulder, now fully meeting his eyes. He looked as though he was going to say something but Jughead came jogging out of the trailer park.

“Sorry I’m late yn I was- oh, sorry am I interrupting something”

“no Jughead, I was just leaving” and then he did. Gone again.  

“How did that go?”

“Fine” you tried a smile and failed.

“You meet his girlfriend?”

“Always one for sensitivity Jughead” you smiled at your old friend and he was instant apologies.

“It’s okay Jug”

“I am sorry, I just forgot. Janie isn’t anything like you if that helps, we all hate her. He went a bit off the walls when you left. Words going around that he’s going to purpose to that witch tonight, hope they’re all wrong. She’s 100% against the Serpents, hates bikes and she doesn’t want kids even though everyone knows Sweet Pea wants to be a dad, he’s totally settling. She’s nothing like you and I think he knows that, just ignoring it. It’s kinda sad and- oh hey YN I didn’t mean to make you cry”

“No no it’s okay Juggy, I’m just going to go home”

“Aw come on I’m sorry”

“Not as sorry as I am Jug” you took off then, in the direction of your parents old house.

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Part 2 is going straight up because this was not my intention for this to be in 2 parts and it’s very annoying part. 2

Retribution

Originally posted by taetaehyungs


Request :  Hi you’re taking requests right~? Could I please ask for a scenario with a doctor!jimin? The plot is up to you ^^ Thank you 💖💖

Authors Note: Hey! So I’m making this a hate turns into love type of story. I’m also probably going to turn this into smut cause Jimin deserves a smut, esp with how he’s been making me feel lately. LOL. Anyway, I dont know how many parts this is gonna have but I’m thinking the maximum is just three. So, stay tuned. I’m also sorry if there are errors, I tried proof reading but I know I always have mistakes either way. Hope you enjoy! Tell me what you think ;)

Note: There is a slight mention of blood, nothing major but I still have to warn you.

PT2



Fuck shit. Fuck. Shit.

Fucking shit. 

You throw your head back, eyes trying to look anywhere else rather than on the cut on your best friend’s leg. You tap your foot unconsciously against the porcelain tiles, listening to the constant cry of the baby a few beds away. You nibble on your lower lip, your fingers drumming against your thigh as your thoughts start consuming you. 

“Y/n Calm down, I’m not dying.” You hear Yoongi say and you all but glare at him, your jaw locking as you place your hands on your hips. 

“You’re bleeding a god damn lake, Yoongi. I swear, I dont even know why you’re so calm about this.” You growl, eyes scanning for the nurse you had talked to earlier. 

“She said a doctor would be here soon, just calm down.” Yoongi sighs before leaning back against his bed, grabbing his phone and checking his social media accounts. 

“I will not, you could get an infection or fucking bleed to death. You are not dying on me today, Yoongi. Now where the hell are the doctors here?!” You growl, gaining the attention of the rest of the patients waiting to be attended. 

“Ma'am, I’m so sorry but we’re really short staffed today.” One nurse had muttered, checking on one of the patients beside Yoongi’s bed.She eyes you nervously as you glare at her only to be called out by Yoongi, telling you not to scare the poor girl.  

“How do you become short staffed at a hospital? Is that even legal?” You mumble, eyes scanning the hallway before you catch sight of a shade of white. 

“What about that one? Is he a doctor?” You ask the nurse, pointing to the blonde haired boy who was looking down at his phone, hands buried in the pockets of his white coat. 

“Ah,” The nurse purses her lips “Yes but-" 

"Hey! Doctor blonde!” You call out, hands waving as you try to get his attention. The said doctor furrows his eyebrows but continues to walk forward, ignoring your attempt.

“Hey! Do you hear me or not? Blonde boy!” You all but growl, feeling the irritation seep through you at the amount of bad service you were getting. You were about to call out to him again, a list of insults floating in your mind, but he snaps his head up, eyebrows arching as he places his phone back in his pockets. 

“May I help you?” He asks, his gaze threatening, telling you he wasn’t pleased with the way you had called for his attention. 

You couldn’t give a damn what he thought.

“My friend is bleeding like hell here and before any nurse can touch him they apparently need consent from one of the doctors.” You place your hands on your hips “We’ve been here for an hour and no doctor has even tried looking at him." 

"Well I’m sorry but I’m on my break. Another one of my colleagues will probably tend to him soon.” He shrugs, just about ready to walk away. 

“Listen here short fry, another one of your colleagues will be tending to a lot more people if you don’t check on him. NOW.” You hiss, watching as he stops on his tracks, his arms suddenly tightening as he his jaws clenched.

 "What did you just call me?“ He angled his head back to look at you and you arch your eyebrow up to challenge him.

Short fry.“ You smile "So, are you going to do your job or what?" 

His mouth flies open in a scoff as he fully turns his body to look at you "What makes you think I’d want to help you after the way you’ve just spoken to me?”

“How about my complaint letter if you don’t?” You shrug. Screw good manners. You could see the pain in Yoongi’s face and if he wasn’t going to get treated soon, you didn’t mind unleashing hell. 

You watch the tightening of the doctor’s jaw, his gaze just about ready to cut you if he could. He takes one look at Yoongi before he lets out a sigh and starts walking forward. The smile that spreads across your face has you covering your mouth then clapping your hands.

“How’d you get the cut?” The doctor asks Yoongi as he checks the wound with caution. 

“I was out skateboarding and tripped, I kind of hit this metal rod and it opened up.” Yoongi explains and you hide the shudder that runs through you, remembering how he had called you for a ride to the hospital after the incident.

“Its nothing too deep, it’ll need stitches though and you’ll probably have to be injected to avoid an infection. I’ll get a nurse to work on it immediately and I’ll write you a prescription for pain killers.” The blonde doctor mumbles, writing a few things down while the nurse beside him nods attentively at his instructions. 

Once he was done, he gives Yoongi a light pat on the shoulder before turning around and locking eyes with you. 

“Thank-” You were about to say but the sudden smirk that covers his lips makes the words die down in your mouth. He stuffs his hands back in his pockets before he’s walking forward, bumping against your shoulders in the process. 

“You owe me for this, princess.” You hear him mutter, low enough that only you had heard. 

Owe him? 

You frown at the hallway where he had disappeared off to. The more that you thought about him, the more he started seeming familiar.

As if you’d seen him before

You purse your lips in silent thought only to jump when you hear Yoongi’s scream of pain once his wound was being cleaned. 



“I’m fine, Y/n.” Yoongi groans through the phone and you have to bite back a smile as you balance a number of boxes in your hands. The set of books you ordered had finally arrived in the mail today and you had not expected them to be boxed separately, and in such large boxes at that. You navigate yourself down your building’s main halls, lightly pressing on the elevator button while balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear. 

“Is Hoseok there? Who’ll be cooking your dinner? Are you-" 

"I’m fine. I’m ending this call, goodnight.” Yoongi quips, suddenly ending the call and your mouth immediately flies open in shock. 

“Min Yoongi! You asshole!” You growl to no one before hearing the elevator doors ding open. You step inside, relived to hear the footsteps of someone else behind you. 

“Excuse me? Could you press the button for the 15th floor?” You call out behind the pile of boxes constricting your view. 

“Sure.” Was the curt response of your companion and you sigh happily as you lean back against the steel wall, listening to the low drone of music playing in the background. You unconsciously look down, eyes studying the dark gray sneakers of your mystery companion. Your eyes slowly lift up, widening slightly when you see how tight his jeans had hugged his thighs; which were obviously shaped with muscle. 

You bite your lower lip in interest, suddenly feeling the need to at least see this mystery person’s face. With thighs like those, you were predicting him to be a six foot tall athlete with ripped arms and a smile that could kill. You had let your imagination run wild until you heard someone clearing their throat, snapping you out of your reverie.

“It’s the 15th floor.”

You jump up in shock, letting out an embarrassed laugh as you step forward. A wave of shame starts vibrating through you due to your indecent thoughts and you do your best to glue your face against the boxes you were holding as you step out the elevator doors. 

“Thanks." 

You had not expected him get off on the same floor as you, had not even expected him to be walking at the same direction as you. You frown as his footsteps match yours, even stopping when you had stopped. 

You were getting suspicious, maybe your mysterious thigh man was actually a crazed murderer. Once you stop in front of the door of your flat, you drop the boxes and turn around, ready to confront the crazed man. You open your mouth but no words come out when you’re greeted by the back side of Mr. Thighs as he opens the door of flat right across yours. You immediately shut your mouth, dropping your hands as you watch him jiggle his keys a few times before the door finally opens. You try to peak over his shoulders and see his face, just now realizing that you had never seen your neighbor a day in your life. You frown as he shuts the door behind him, not even revealing the corner of his cheeks or even the color of his hair that was tucked away under a red beanie. You purse your lips in regret before you’re shrugging your shoulders and turning back to open your door.

 So Mr. Thighs lives right across from me. 



                                                  (After 3 days) 

 "I think I lost them.” You mutter to yourself, shoulders sagging as you look at the horrible state of your room after tearing it apart just to look for your glasses. 

You let out a sigh, ruffling your hair as you turn and make your way back towards the kitchen. You switch on the TV, grabbing the knife from the kitchen counter as you return to chopping ingredients for the meal you were preparing. You take one glance at the TV, eyes smiling as the current group you were addicted to takes the stage. You hum their songs blissfully, even swaying to the beat, totally oblivious to the damage you were doing. 

“FUCK!” You scream once the knife had dug into your skin, blood immediately runs down your finger due to the small cut. You stare at your hand in horror, another wave of nausea vibrating through you. You had not known that you had let out a loud scream, had not even realized that you were shaking on the ground till a pair of hands suddenly take yours into their own. 

“What happened? Did you do this to yourself?” Your lips had dried, your mind blank as you just glanced up at who had came to your rescue. 

“It’s not that bad.” He mutters staring at your hand “It’s just bleeding a lot. Are you scared of blood?" 

You don’t answer. You just blink up, trying to see him clearly but your own fear was blinding you as you push back tears. 

"Where’s your first aid kit?” He asks again, more soothing now. 

“Second drawer to the left.” You had finally spoken, voice barely a whisper but still enough to relieve him. He pats your head lightly, moving across the room to grab the said kit before he’s back by your side. 

“This’ll sting, okay? It wont last long.” He warns you and you nod. A hiss escapes your lips as he cleanses the open wound, doing his best to be as careful as possible. A few tears slip past your cheeks and you wipe them away with the back of your free hand, embarrassed to be crying in front of a stranger. After a few minutes, while he was bandaging your wounded finger, you had finally calmed down. 

“There, all done.” He mutters, head lifting up to look at you. Once your gazes had locked, your eyes immediately widen and your mouth flies open. 

“You-You!” You gasp, using your injured hand to point at him only to groan at the sudden sharp pain that ran through you. 

“Dont do that! The wound’s still fresh!” He clicks his tongue, taking your hand back in his hand and examining it. You frown at him, eyes narrowing as you pull your hand away. 

“You’re that mean doctor a few days ago! What the hell are you doing here?” You mutter, holding your hand against your chest “Are you stalking me?" 

"No.” He frowns before running his hand through his hair “If I’d stalk someone, it definitely wont be you." 

"Then why are you here? How’d you get in?” You ask, eyes scanning him in question. He was in a plain gray shirt paired with dark blue pajama pants, his hair slightly disheveled and to top it all off, he was barefoot. 

Just where in the world had he come from? 

“I was making dinner then I suddenly heard a scream. I stepped out the door to check and I heard you scream louder so I started knocking on your door.” He shrugs, standing up then frowning at the mess that had covered your kitchen counter top. 

“I live across the hall.” He mutters, grabbing the wash cloth by the sink and starts wiping off any trace of blood that had spread over the counter top. 

Across the hall? A sudden image of masculine thighs cross your mind and your mouth flies open as you point at him. 

You’re Mr. Thighs?” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself and you immediately wince as you turn away from him, your cheeks reddening. 

“I’m what?” He chokes out, eyes watching you in fascinated humor. 

“What? I didn’t say anything.” You feign innocence as you walk towards the fridge, hoping to ignore him. 

“Yes you did. Mr. Thighs? Is that your nickname for me?” The teasing tone of his voice irks you and you turn to look at him with a glare only to find him lifting up his pajama pants and exposing his thighs, studying them quietly.

“Well, they are pretty amazing, if I do say so myself.” He smiles, eyes twinkling as he meets your gaze yet again. You feel your entire face heat up as you grab a random carrot slice and fling it at him only to have the blonde boy laughing out loud.

Oh wow

Your anger had immediately subsided at the beautiful sound that caressed your ears and you suddenly felt the need to make him laugh even more just so you could hear it again. You clear your throat in embarrassment at your thoughts, turning to look at your ingredients and shivering when you see a few trails of your blood on them. 

“Guess I’ll have to order take out.” You sigh to yourself. 

“You can come over and eat at my place.” The doctor smiles at you “I was cooking earlier and I think I made more than what I could eat." 

You arch an eyebrow at him, doubting his kindness as you cross your arms over your chest 

"I don’t even know you." 

 "I’m Jimin, but I’m also Mr. Thighs, remember?” He laughs and this time, instead of sounding beautiful, his laugh had just irked you. You grit your teeth as you stomp towards the doors, throwing it open and smiling the most sarcastic smile you could muster.

“Get out.”

The young doctor arches an eyebrow at you, eyes scanning you up and down and you curse the heavens for the fact that you had chosen today of all days to wear your yellow duck printed shorts. 

“You’re really something, aren’t you?” Jimin shakes his head, his expression vague “I just helped you, two times to be exact, and all you can be is rude to me.”

“Did I ask for your help this time?” You arch an eyebrow, ready to counter his sarcasm with your own.  Your blood starting to boil, sure you were thankful but with all the cockiness that was vibrating off of Jimin, there was no way in hell you were going to just kiss his ass for it.

“No.” Jimin shakes his head as he slowly walks towards you “Which is why I’m annoyed at myself for even bothering.”

“Well you can be annoyed once your inside your own home.” You smile sweetly at him, eyes batting as you bob your head to the side “Right now, I need you out of mine.”

Jimin presses his tongue against the inside of his cheeks, his temper rising as he stands less than a foot away from you. You meet him head on, your gaze unwavering as you motion for him to exit. He steps out the doors but turns to look at you, a sinister smirk plastering itself on his face. 

“You still owe me, princess.”

“Another time, short fry.” You bite your lower lip happily at the look of anger that crosses his face but before he could even open his mouth to retort, you slam the door shut. You let out a maniacal chuckle before turning back towards your kitchen, searching for take out menus you’d hidden around.



Jimin stares at your door in complete and utter reverberation. Never in his life had he ever been treated the way he was a few minutes ago. At first he was going to allow that incident at the hospital to pass but after having a door slammed to his face, Jimin had decided he was not taking this standing down. 

Short fry? Short fucking fry? 

Oh no. Jimin was not one to let things pass without there being any retribution. The doctor had helped you two times, and two times have you embarrassed him. 

No, no. Jimin was going to get you back.

This. Means. War. 

anonymous asked:

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Namjoon

  • mumbles into the earpiece mic and everyone’s like what is he saying ,,, what is he talking about ??? (he’s actually reading outloud to himself and doesn’t even notice)
  • looks intimidating because of his sharp features but honestly…..cried during 101 dalmatians so like 
  • choice of weapon is …. trying to negotiate tbh he isn’t one for violence at all
  • like he’s so tall and lanky sometimes you’re worried he’ll get knocked over by the wind so every now and then you’ll hold his forearm or wrist and he’ll be like ???? o///o what are you doing ??/
  • and you’re just like “making sure you’re stable”
  • tries to keep the more rowdy and headstrong bodyguards under control (cough taehyung cough jungkook) but it never works
  • you catch him reading while he’s waiting for you outside of a meeting and you sit down and lean your head on his shoulder like ‘ooo what book’ and bodyguard namjoon almost actually tips over because he’s shy hehe

Yoongi

  • head of the bodyguards, as in he’s the one that gives the orders 
  • extremely observant and calculating - has a formation planned and three different means of attack prepared whenever you’re going to event
  • tbh you’re like ,,,,isn’t that a bit Much but yoongi’s top priority is your safety and if you get as much as a scratch on you he will literally fall into a depression and blame himself
  • you find out from bodyguard jungkook that yoongi actually has the cutest sneeze ever and that he’s actually kinda soft. his background photo on his phone is a pic of his dog min holly
  • and you think that’s cute because when you look over at yoongi he looks all business. serious in his suit, talking into his earpiece and giving directions to others
  • but while you’re getting lunch and he’s walking at your side keeping a look out you casually ask him how his dog is doing
  • and cold, ice leader yoongi gets a little flustered because 
  • oh,,,,you know???
  • and you’re like “i heard from jungkook the puppies cute, can i see them?”
  • yoongi handing his phone over to you with a blush like,,,,um,,,they are cute
  • and you’re like hehe and you put the phone up next to yoongi’s cheek and you’re like 
  • “just as cute as his owner”
  • and yoongi might just need to excuse himself to hide his face in his hands

Jin

  • is he your bodyguard? is he your babysitter? is he basically worried about you like a mom? yes to all three 
  • but seriously some of the other guards are like jin, calm down they’re a grown adult they can take care of themselves - but jin is hunched over you like “did you eat breakfast? the guard on morning duty told me you skipped it but you promised me you wouldn’t-”
  • he’s able to talk with you casually because all his conversations center on him asking about your well being
  • once even pushed his forehead against yours to tell if you had a fever
  • and bodyguard namjoon was going to pull him back but you waved your hand 
  • because one) you might actually have a fever and two) holy hell jin is so handsome up close even more handsome than normal,,,,,
  • made you dinner once and brought it over with him
  • and when some guard told him to take it home, you wouldn’t eat that trash you fired that guard on the spot and proceeded to eat everything jin brought over
  • once jin got sick and had to call off the day for work, so you canceled all your plans, made your way over to his house with some soup
  • and when he tried to protest that you know he’s the bodyguard blah blah blah you like put your finger over his lips and were like
  • ‘id kiss u to shut u up for a moment, but you’re sick so lay down’

Hoseok

  • the moodmaker of the guards and is the only one who can make even stoic leader yoongi laugh 
  • tries to see the best in people but if they turn out to be scum he has no problem high-kicking them into the trash can
  • used to be a dancer but started training in martial arts instead, doesn’t carry a gun even though everyone insists he should
  • “if i can’t solve the problem with a smile, my body will be the necessary shield”
  • hoseok is polite around you though, yoongi told him that no matter what he needed to keep his energy down when addressing you
  • so it kinda made you assume hoseok didn’t quite like you, but that’s not true he’s literally always holding back the urge to grin at you or ruffle your hair
  • and one day when he’s assigned to sit beside you on a long flight you ask him a bit about his life and whatnot and you can see him fidgeting and being tense
  • and so you get sullen and kinda hide in your blanket and hoseok is like what’s wrong??? and you’re like hoseok,,,,am i a mean boss?? is there something wrong
  • and hoseok is like whAT NO i LOVE YOU- i mean oh god…..oh god….i mean i love…..you….as my BOSS……
  • and it’s cute you’re like,,,,really?? you don’t hate me or find me awkward
  • and hoseok’s expression is complete shock he’s like hate??? no???? i just,,, i want to be careful and polite to show you im serious about being your shield,,,,
  • granted the next five hours you two spend sharing headphones and watching cartoon movie on the plane heeehu

Jimin

  • is the kid who thought bodyguards were cool in the movies and that’s why he choose to become one 
  • it might have to also do w the fact that while he was in training some jerk was like ‘you’re too small…no one will hire you’ and jimin was like hellbent on proving that ass wrong
  • compensates a lot with his good looks, like he’s the only bodyguard that checks his reflection out in all surfaces (even more than jin)
  • but like can you blame him he’s been voted ‘best hair on the squad’ for like 2 years in a row
  • everyone you work with that has their own guards is always asking you where you found jimin like what company he works for and if he’s willing to switch,,,,,,over for more money
  • and once you even witnessed a colleague of yours tell jimin that she’d pay him twice what you were paying him
  • and you were like oh he’d be silly not to take that,,,
  • but jimin just smiled, bowed and shook his head and was like “im not really in it for the money. the person i protect, they ….are holding my heart - if not to be cheesy and put it that way ^^’
  • when jimin turned and saw you he was like fRICK DID you HEAR ME
  • and you just giggled and put your hand over his lapel and were like
  • “im glad i hold a place in your heart, you hold one in mine too”
  • and you and jimin are cheesy but it’s adorable and yoongi in the back is like PARK GET BACK TO WORK but u guys have this moment 

Taehyung

  • got this job on accident….probably
  • like does he really know what his duties are? eh……debatable BUT does he like the fact that he could (possibly) get some bad guys with these nunchucks he bought back in college? yes he does like that fact
  • keeps trying to impress you with dangerous tricks like juggling knives or swinging the nunchucks around his waist
  • and when he hits himself in the eye you get up to help him but all the other guards are like “sit down!!! don’t worry!!!” and you’re like you guYS dont focus on me focus on taehyung who might get a bruise oh no it’s a black eye for sure-
  • wears his injuries with pride though like once there was this intense fight with this group of robbers and most of the guards involved stayed home the next day
  • but there taehyung was, with a bandaged head and an eyepatch and a puffy lip but there he was smiling at you the next morning
  • and somehow, probably unconsciously, you’ve become protective of him
  • and so when you guys are going somewhere crowded - the first hand you grab is taehyungs
  • and taehyung loves it when you stay close and he wraps an arm around your shoulder and holds you to his side
  • and it’s gotten to a point where even when there’s no present danger you and taehyung hold hands,,,,maybe eskimo kiss,,,,,maybe actually kiss,,,,,when yoongi isn’t looking,,,,,,,

Jungkook 

  • doesn’t like the uniform at all. wore sneakers instead of the mandated dress shoes and was scolded by yoongi for like half an hour
  • showed up the next day in timbalands and yoongi was like NOT BETTER JEON
  • keeps “forgetting” his blazer and tie in places
  • sometimes even slings his blazer around your shoulders to “keep you warm” but in reality you know it’s because he doesn’t want to wear it
  • chases anyone that looks suspicious and deviates from the plan and literally everyone is like jungkook PLEASE
  • but he’s like ‘im a lone wolf’ and you can only laugh because it’s endearing 
  • but also gets distracted by anything shiny or loud and like a kid, plays games on his phone when you’re all at a boring meeting
  • and yoongi is like pUT that away but you’re like psst jungkook what level in candy crush are you up to
  • you’re supposed to be doing important paperwork in your office but jungkook is teaching you how to play like league or starcraft and both you get scolded by jin
  • jungkook isn’t corny like the others he’s never like ‘im your shield’ or ‘you’re in my heart’ he’s literally more the type to high five you to show you affection
  • and it takes something like him finding you crying in fear when someone sends a threat out on your life that makes jungkook want to hold you in his arms forever and keep you safe
  • and he’s so gentle surprisingly, holding your face and kissing the tears away and you’re like,,,,,,,surprised
  • and jungkook is just like “ill….never leave you, im by your side for the rest of my life.”
  • we all succumb to the cheesy don’t we jungkook 
i loved you, then i lost you {5}

a/n: sorry this took so long im procrasinating about school :,)))) vvvvv sorry!


pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff + angst

summary:  you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you. 

Originally posted by bangtanbighit


You stared at him in silence, hands gripped over your mouth tightly. He shuffled over and turned around, groaning quietly. Questions swirled around your mind furiously - was he eating correctly? He looked so frail and fragile now, his bony hands gripping the pillow. The smell of whiskey intensified when close to his body, giving a hint that he was drinking. You looked around the room, cautiously moving around the room. His clothes were scattered around the ground, phone on the bed beside him. You looked behind your shoulder, checking to see if Namjoon was coming up. 

“Yoongi..?” Taehyung stirred, rubbing his eyes. 

You froze again, quickly turning to face him. His eyes were still closed and he was half asleep. 

“Uh..yes, this is Yoongi..I came to get..uh..money?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed. “Money?” 

“Yep. I got it. Bye.” You rushed out the room, running downstairs and to Namjoon. “We gotta go, Taehyung is here.” 

“What? Who’s Taehyung?” 

You flinched at the small creaking in the floor from Taehyung’s steps, fumbling for your keys. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

Namjoon stayed glued to the wall - the poor man was terrified. “(y/n)..I think..he’s staring..”

“(y/n)?”

You slid the key inside the little slot, slamming the door open, “Go, Namjoon!” You pushed him outside, looking back. Your heart raced as Taehyung ran towards you, you turning to get out as quick as possible. Lifting your foot up, you were determined to leave - until someone’s arms wrapped around you. 

“Are you really (y/n)? Are you? Are you?!” Taehyung cried, squeezing his arms around your body. You gasped, shooting your head upwards. You were careful not to speak, pursing your lips together tightly. “Answer me, answer me, please!” 

You stayed silent, but that only made Taehyung tighten his grip even more. You looked down at Namjoon, who was beginning to walk inside with his fist tightened in a ball. You held up your hand, struggling slightly, to signal him he should stay back. He looked at you with confusion. 

“Let go,” You tried to make your voice as deep as possible, trying your best to hide your voice. 

Taehyung gasped, releasing his arms and grabbing your shoulders. He turned you around, scanning your face. “I..It’s you!” 

You stayed there, glued to the floor, eyes wide with Taehyung sobbing in front of you. 

“You came back, I told Yoongi!” 

You gritted your teeth. 

“God, we missed you so much! Where did you go?!”

You lowered your face. 

“(y/n), you have no idea-” 

“I just want my apartment back for Namjoon.”

Taehyung stopped, his voice falling short as he looked behind you. Namjoon stared at him, arms behind his back. Taehyung’s smile fell, his eyes loosing it’s sparkle. 

“…”

He let go of your shoulders. “But..you really came back?”

“Only for him.” You forced those horrible words out your mouth, moving your mask away. Taehyung stared at you with tired eyes.

“But…”

He shot a nasty glare at Namjoon, his hands shaking. “You have to see everyone else if you’re staying in this apartment then.” He whispered, running upstairs to grab his phone. You looked back at Namjoon, stepping out of the opening. 

You scratched the back of your head. “Yeah..sorry about that.”

Namjoon glanced up at you. “You have a weird life back here.”

You shrugged. “They have the right to be possessive. I left.”

Taehyung rushed downstairs and towards you, bringing the phone to your face. A tired Yoongi squinted through the screen. 

He was silent when staring at the screen and then ended the call.

“Stay here.” Taehyung whispered, wrapping his hand around your arm.

“Why should I?” You stared at him “Yoongi told me you stayed at his house. Why are you here?”

Taehyung bit down on his lip. “I missed this place, that’s all.”

You scoffed, forcing a smile onto your face. “What do you mean, miss? You throwing up. You arguing with me.” You stepped closer to him, and he stepped back. “There’s more bad memories than good.”

Taehyung gulped. “You changed,” he whispered. “You changed, you changed, you changed!” He repeated, screaming the words as he said them. Namjoon flinched, staring at the two of you with wide eyes. 

“My god, I just calmed him down, piece of shit!” A man pushed past you and Namjoon, running to Taehyung and bringing his face into his shoulder. “How nice of you to make Taehyung cry, thanks!.”

You stared at those familiar, icy eyes - the eyes that belonged to Min Yoongi. You said nothing. 

Taehyung sobbed in Yoongi’s shoulder, scratching at his back. He coughed loudly and roughly, squeezing him tight. Little flower petals fluttered down from his hidden mouth. Namjoon gasped, gripping his bag tightly. 

“Why are you back?” Yoongi snarled. 

“I..I came for Namjoon.” You responded shakily, glancing down. No matter how much you changed over three years, his glare would still shut you down. 

“That’s Namjoon?” He stared at Namjoon behind you, who nodded awkwardly. “Look, I can understand for him..but you,” He pointed his finger at you. “You have no excuse.”

Taehyung hiccuped. 

“Get out,” you muttered.

“No.” Yoongi pressed. “You know how depressed Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook became? They keep breaking down. Jimin’s still crying. Jungkook quit his job and now I have to take care of three boys.” He glared at you. “We suffered so much because of you. You fucking piece of shit,” He raised his hand, only to be stopped by Taehyung. 

“D..Don’t h-h-hit her..” He butchered his words while trying to talk, voice hitching from crying. Yoongi’s expression softened at him, lowering his arm. 

“Come to my place.” 

“No..”

“Taehyung, come on-”

Taehyung looked up at you. “She’s finally back. Show Jimin and Jungkook she’s back.”

Everyone fell silent as Yoongi let go of Taehyung, pushing past you and outside the door once again. You waited a few minutes before turning to Namjoon. “Come in. You’re gonna freeze.”

Namjoon hesitated, carefully bringing his belongings inside. He eyed you cautiously. “I..uh..”

“Go to the guest room. I’m sure it’ll be comfortable and you wouldn’t want to hear any of this.”

Namjoon shot you a hopeful smile, quickly gathering up his things again and quietly moving upstairs. Now only you and Taehyung were standing in the living room. The clock ticked loudly in the silence. 

Taehyung picked at his nails, avoiding your stare. You stared at him again, once again noticing how skinny and pale he got. 

“Has your condition gotten worse?”

He looked up at you, his hands dropping. “..No.”

“I can tell, you don’t need to lie.”

Taehyung looked down. “I’m doing just fine.” 

“Fuck, I broke it!” Namjoon shrieked.

The two of you looked at each other and burst into giggles, holding your sides tightly. You smiled slightly, glad that the awkward atmosphere was breaking a bit. Taehyung’s shoulders bounced up and down as he laughed softly, his eyes following the slam of the door. 

Both of your smiles disappeared when Jimin and Jungkook stood there, pale and looking tired. 

“Yoongi..I don’t get it..” Jimin murmured. 

Yoongi looked around. “Where’s (y/n), Taehyung?”

“I’m right here!” You croaked, stuck between the door and the wall. 

Yoongi blinked twice in confusion before moving the door away, releasing you. Everything went silent again before Jungkook shrieked. 

“(Y/N)!” He ran over to you and hugged you tightly, squeezing you. You coughed as Jimin also screamed and hugged you. 

“Oh my god, oh my god..” Jimin cried, nuzzling your neck. 

“L-Let…me g-g..plea..” You croaked out again. They hugged you so tightly you were worried they were actually going to break one of your bones. 

Yoongi dragged Jimin and Jungkook away, panting when he was done. The two boys had bright faces and smiled brightly at you. 

“Now that we have everyone here, explain.” Yoongi shut the door closed, leaning against the frame. 

You glared at him. “Why should I?”

“I didn’t bring them here for nothing.” He spat. “I swear to god, disappearing on us and then thinking you have absolutely no right to ex-”

“Yoongi,” Taehyung murmured, shaking his head. Yoongi threw you an angry stare before averting his gaze somewhere else. 

You waited a few seconds before sitting down on a stool near the kitchen counter. “I went to South Korea,” you explained. “With Namjoon.”

Taehyung shot up, “South Korea?! That..you would have planned that ahead of time, and-”

“Namjoon gave me the money,” You interrupted, shutting Taehyung down. “I wanted to get away from all of you so I wouldn’t cause anymore problems.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Then Namjoon told me…” You trailed off, careful not to mention a specific name. 

Jimin stared at you. “Told you…what?”

“Nothing.” You quickly dismissed it, standing up. “That’s all.”

“That’s all? That’s all you have to say after being gone for three years?” Yoongi threw his hands up in the air, letting them drop and laughed while he paced around his small bubble. “Oh wow, oh just fucking wow.” 

“What else do you want me to say, Yoongi?” You stood up from your chair. “I didn’t even want to see you here, yet here we are, like fucking children and-”

“Oh for fuck sake,” He argued, stopping in his tracks to turn towards you. “Don’t act all innocent.” Yoongi’s voice began to raise, and Jungkook began to look worried. Nothing was going to end well if Yoongi was angry and in an argument. 

You took a step toward him. “I’m not scared of you anymore, Yoongi.”

“You sure ‘bout that?” He smirked. “Hit me then.”

You gritted your teeth, and without thinking, slapped him harshly across the cheek. Taehyung gasped as the room fell silent. Yoongi’s face was turned towards the way you slapped his cheek, the red mark beginning to show on his pale skin. “You little shit!” He yelled, grabbing your collar and slamming you to the ground. 

Now, of course you were scared - he had you pinned down and everyone was shouting at the two of you. You said you weren’t scared of Yoongi, but you were - terrified. He always looked at you as his “good” friend, getting into college and whatnot. 

Time went by quickly and before you knew it, Taehyung was treating your injuries in the bathroom. Jimin and Jungkook were cooling Yoongi down in the living room, their soft whispers barely making it out. 

You stared down at Taehyung, who patted your face with a wet towel. His eyes were dull and dried blood had crusted on the edge of his lips. You raised your hand and wiped it away, making Taehyung pause. “You know,” he whispered while cleaning the towel. “Yoongi isn’t usually like that. Ever since you left he was super quiet and didn’t make smartass remarks.” He folded the towel in half and wringed the water out, placing it on the cut on your arm. You flinched at the sudden touch. “He really was trying his best to find you.”

“Well, he obviously gave up quickly.”

Taehyung shook his head, reaching up into the cabinet to grab rubbing alcohol. 

“Don’t use that, it’ll make the cut worse.” You took it away from him, placing it back where it belonged. He shrugged, going back to his treating. 

“He didn’t give up quickly. I think he started hallucinating because he didn’t sleep for so long,” He smiled slightly, keeping his head low. “He kept muttering about how he was gonna throw his stuffed animals at you.” 

You smiled back, chuckling at the thought. Your hand brought up Taehyung’s head so you could inspect it. “Have you been eating?”

“None of us have..well, we do, but not properly.” He admitted, focusing his eyes on the wall. 

“You haven’t slept as well?”

“Yeah, we haven’t slept-”

“I’m asking you, not them.” You pulled away your hand, pushing the towel away.

“Wait, I’m not done yet!” Taehyung stared at you, glancing at your cuts.

“I’m fine. I need to talk to Yoongi,” You sighed as you started to walk out the door. Taehyung set his towel down, grabbing your arm to prevent you from leaving.

“That’s not a good idea..he’s probably gonna get mad again.” You shook your head, pulling your arm away from his grip.

“I’m sure we’ll be alright.” Walking out from the bathroom, you approached the three silent boys. “Yoongi,” You whispered quietly, standing near the couch.

“….Yeah?” He replied softly, staring straight forward.

“You alright?”

“Mhm.”

“Um..can you come over here for a sec?” Yoongi stood up and shuffled over to you, his weight leaning into your shoulder.

“Fuck,” He whispered. “I’m so damn glad you’re back.”

You froze as he sniffled, staring at Jungkook and Jimin, who also had their jaws wide open. Yoongi cried silently on your shoulder, leaving you all in awe.

“Yoongi, it’s okay, r-reall-”

“I’m sorry..I’m sorry..” He cried, hugging you tightly. You looked down at him with surprise. Yoongi barely cried, barely gave hugs to you - he was closed up like that. Had you really left such a damaging scar to everyone by leaving just like that? You patted his hair fondly, waiting a few moments before pulling him away. 

“You guys should go home now,” You smiled. 

“..You’ll be here the next morning, right?” Jungkook spoke quietly, brushing his hair away from his eyes. 

“Of course I will. I can’t have Namjoon wasting his money on me.” You pushed Yoongi towards Jimin and Jungkook, waving goodbye as they left. You sighed, weaving your fingers through your hair and turning to walk upstairs. 

“Ow!” Taehyung yelped as you bumped into him, jumping up. You stared at him blankly before clearing your throat. 

“Shouldn’t you be going home?”

“I wanna sleep on the couch.”

“Go home with Yoongi, Taehyung.” You sighed, pushing past him. His hand rose and grabbed your arm. You paused, “You have a habit of grabbing my arm or something?”

“..Just let me stay here. And stay next to me, please.” He tightened his grip, his voice almost desperate. 

You stared at him with sharp eyes before groaning, shoving his hand away and sitting on the floor next to the couch. “Can’t believe you want to sleep at what, 3 PM?”

“I have’t slept well, I have my excuses.” He smiled, walking over to the couch and laying down. He laid his head down on the pillow, locking his eyes with your. “Thanks for coming back.”

“Just sleep already,” you yawned, smacking his forehead.

“Sweet dreams.” He whispered as your heavy eye lids shut closed.


You furrowed your eyebrows together at a sudden jolt of a pain in your left hand, opening your eyes groggily. You looked to your left hand, finding Taehyung’s finger clutched around yours tightly. Your eyes shot open when his coughing reached your ears, eyes darting towards his body. 

Taehyung coughed hoarsely, his hand shaking as he squeezed your hand. Blood spilled out his mouth, along with brown flowers escaping as well. “Oh fuck,” you began to stand up, only to be froze again by his tight squeeze on your hand. 

“D-” He almost screamed, gasping for air. His knuckles were white and nails were digging into your flesh as he sobbed in pain, his hair falling in front of his eyes. His face was red from crying so much and his body was trembling You felt yourself feel a wave of nostalgia wash over your body - the memory of three years ago when Taehyung was choking and sobbing. You blinked, returning back to reality. You scurried closer to his hunched up body and ran your fingers through his hair. “Breathe, breathe Taehyung,” you whispered in his ear.

“..Ha…”

You paused. “What?”

“Su..ha..” He cried out loud, bringing his head to the floor. You stared at him in disbelief. Taehyung froze, muffling his hiccups. The flowers had stopped, and so did your heart. You gritted your teeth together, forcing his fingers off of yours.

“I thought you had changed!” You screamed, glaring at him with scorching fury. “I…you’re the same man I know from three years ago,” you gasped for breath from the sudden scream. “I really, really thought you changed!” Taehyung’s eyes widened as his shaky body tried to stand up, tears spilling from his eyes.

“No, wait-”

“I want you to stay down here and don’t come upstairs, I swear to God I will fucking-” You caught your breath, staring at his horrified expression. You turned on your heels, rushing upstairs and into your room. The smell of whiskey hit you harshly, but you didn’t care. After closing the door shut and locking it, you hit the bed with a flop, panting heavily. “He’s the same.” You whispered to yourself. In the silence of the room, you could hear muffled hiccups downstairs. Your eyes watered up slightly but you brushed it off. You coughed, staring up at the flowers. You let them fall from your palm and onto your chest, letting your arm fall back down.

You sat up quickly when someone knocked on your door. “Go back downstairs!” You yelled, bringing your knees up to your chest. 

“What? Is it because I broke something?” Namjoon’s tired voice spoke through the door. You stood up from the bed, unlocking the door and opening it slightly.

“Oh..sorry.” You smiled.

Namjoon smiled back before his eyes trailed down and gasped. “You have blood on your shirt, holy shit, do I-”

You looked down as well, an alarm of panic going off in your mind. “Uh..are those..flowers?” Namjoon looked at you with a worried face. “Did you..no, there aren’t any flowers here..”

You cleared your throat and gestured for Namjoon to come closer. “Do you know the Hanahaki Disease?”

Namjoon thought for a moment before nodding slowly. “Oh god, don’t tell me..”

You shrugged.

“How long have you had this?!” He took a step closer.

“Three years,” you mumbled.

He bit down on his lip. “I- I’m sorry, I wish I could-” He paused. “..But I’ve never seen anyone with you in South Korea..aren’t you supposed to like, love someone?”

You pointed downstairs.

“Like that is gonna help me,” he sighed and pushed his hair back. “I don’t know their names very well. Can you tell me so it’s easier?”

“Kim. Tae. Hyung.”

“Kim..Taehyung?”

“Yes.” You looked at your hands. 

“You guys seem extremely close together though?” He blinked.

You shrugged. “I’m pretty sure he’s still married to a girl called Suha, but then again he’s also involved in a one-sided love.”

Namjoon let out a stressful sigh, trying his best to comprehend the situation. “Fuck, (y/n), I didn’t know-”

“It’s fine.” You closed your eyes.

“You do realize you’re gonna die, right?” He asked quietly.

You shrugged once again. “As long as Taehyung doesn’t, I’m fine with that.”

Namjoon looked up at the ceiling. “You can’t die that easily, you know? Everyone is gonna break down.”

You stared at him in awe before letting out a small cough. “You should go back to your room.”

He nodded, turning around to go back to his room. He stopped to look back behind his shoulder and continued to walk towards his room. You walked back into your room, glancing at the clock on your desk. 5 PM. You turned away, popping your head over the corner that lead to the stairs heading downstairs. You quietly creeped downstairs, sighing when you saw Taehyung leaned against the couch, sleeping silently. You looked around and walked into the kitchen, searching in one of the drawers to grab your car keys. You grinned when you grabbed them, grabbing your shoes and slipping them on quickly. Unlocking the front door, you exited the house and shut it closed, jumping into the car and starting up the engine.

Soon after you left, you reached the place you were searching for - a bakery. Yes, it was probably the worse place to go in this situation, but you needed a break from all this shit. You walked inside, inhaling the sweet aroma. The small bakery was dimly lit, the soft light from the sunlight shining through the windows. The place itself was comfy and comfortable to be in general. Hushed mumbled were scattered along the other customers as you walked over to the small display of pastries. All kinds were placed to show in all their spotlight. You looked up, shuffling over to the line. You smiled at the cashier when you reached them, ordering your food - you handed them the money and collected your things while they grabbed the pastries. It didn’t take long and you nodded, waving goodbye at the cashier when exiting the bakery. 

You approached your car and reached out to open the door, stopping when you heard a faint crinkling sound. You look down and squinted at a small note attached to the handle, picking it up. You stared at it and read it silently in your head. 

we know where you are.

You gulped nervously, spinning around to check if someone was watching. Although you couldn’t see them, you felt a pair of eyes stab into your back. It sent a shiver down your spine as you quickly got into the car, gripping your hand on the steering wheel. You shoved the key into the engine, pressing on the gas pedal. Your mind was blurry and unfocused as you tried to concentrate on the road. It was surely Hoseok, you weren’t that much of an ass to anyone - in fact, you were a quiet person in general. The one thing that boggled your mind was that you just saw Hoseok in South Korea. There was no way he could track you or Namjoon down, they surely couldn’t have put a GPS or anything on that, Namjoon would be able to detect that; anyone could, in fact. You drove home quickly with your sweaty palms, grabbing the small box of pastries. As you slid the key in the door, you wondered why all this shit was happening to you - out of all the people in this damned world, it had to be you.

“Calm- d- (y/n), help-”

You stared at a crying Taehyung clinging to Namjoon’s back, and a Namjoon staring at you with teary eyes. “He keeps hugging me and crying, I don’t know how to stop it!” 

Taehyung looked over Namjoon’s shoulder, releasing his grip. Namjoon yelled with happiness to be freed from that hell. 

“You didn’t leave!”

“Uh..yes I did, to get pastries.” You held up the box. “How else would I get them?” 

He blinked twice, then three times. His face burned red as he looked down. “O-Oh..”

“You really thought I left again.” You let out a breath of disbelief, setting the box down. You opened it up, staring down at it with a smile. 

Namjoon walked over to you and looked down as well, and Taehyung joined quickly. “Oo…” Namjoon whispered. 

“Get a plate for all of us,” You whispered back in awe. He quickly ran over to the small cabinet, pulling out three plates. He gave one to you, Taehyung and one for himself. The three of you pulled out one pastry and ate them in peace, forgetting all the problems. 

“Shit, this is good,” Namjoon sighed with satisfaction. 

“Mhm,” Both you and Taehyung agreed wistfully. 

It was quick process to eat all of the pastries, they were small enough to eat in one hand full. Namjoon washed the dishes while you sat on kitchen stool, staring at your phone. Taehyung twiddled with his fingers, looking back and forth between his hands and you. 

Namjoon looked up at the clock when he set the dishes down in the sink, wiping his forehead. “It’s 6:30 PM..I think I’m gonna sleep,” 

“Sleep? 6;30?” You stared at him. 

He shrugged. “I like to sleep, alright?” He glanced at the two of you. “Uh..try not to make any more noises.” He grinned, walking upstairs and into his room. 

You looked at Taehyung. “You’ve stayed here for what, two days now? Where are you supposed to go?”

He glanced at you nervously. “I don’t wanna bother Yoongi.” 

“Go to Suha’s place.” 

“…”

You stared at him. “What?”

“We got divorced,” He sighed. 

Your eyes trailed down to his hands to find a golden ring wrapped around his ring finger. 

“…Doesn’t that mean that disease should have gone away then?”

He shook his head. “It’s too late. You saw those flowers and the blood,” he sunk his head into his arms. “The only choice now is to get surgery.”

“Get it then.”

“No.”

The two of you stayed silent before you walked over to him. “Why do you have that ring?”

“I can’t bring myself to put it away.” He whispered. You sighed and grabbed his his hand, sliding the ring off his hand. 

“Let her go already and just get the surgery, Taehyung.” You placed the ring on the table, shaking your head as you walked away. 

“What about you then?” He asked loudly, and abruptly. “You..you need the surgery too, right?”

You stopped cold in your tracks. Your heart beat began to raise and speed up, and you could feel your palms becoming sweaty again.

“…Why would I need surgery? I’m fine.” You let out a butchered laugh.

“You have the same disease as me, I remember.” Taehyung stood up from the chair. “Before you left.” He said firmly. “You said you loved me and you had the Hanahaki Disease.”

You ran your tongue over your dry lips. “You probably heard wrong. It was three years ago, after all.”

“I couldn’t have.” He protested. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head as you gulped. 

“It had nothing to do with you anyways. I don’t care about myself as long as you get the help you need for it.” You hastily turned around to face him. 

“(y/n),” He walked over to you and grabbed your shoulders. “You already..you already left me once. Three years was too much.” You felt a lump form in your throat as his hands tightened around you shoulders. “If you die from this..do you know how much we’ll cry?” He whispered.

You lifted your shoulders up and down. 

“Yoongi won’t want to do anything, he’ll..” He licked his lips. “Jimin and Jungkook would probably just sit there and not do anything. No eating, no drinking.” His eyes began to gloss over as his brown pupils stared into yours. “Please get the surgery with me.” 

You shoved his hands off your shoulder. “I love,” you started, “How you remembered that I said I loved you. I still do.” You admitted. “Yet you want me to get surgery?” You grabbed his shirt collar and brought him close. 

“I love you so fucking much. I can’t let that go to waste.”

Taehyung stared at you as his hand raised up to brush your cheek, then leaned into your face. Your lips locked against each his as he wrapped his arms around you, his kissing becoming more fiery with each groan that escaped his mouth. 

He moved his mouth away from yours after a few seconds, gasping for breath. 

You too looked at him and wiped your mouth. “But you still love Suha.” You whispered, wriggling out of his grip. His expression fell at those words, his arms dropping to his sides.

“I said I divorced with her!” Taehyung tried to reach his hand back out to your cheek, but you stepped back. 

“But do you really love me?”

His lip trembled as he looked away, rubbing his arm with uncertainty. “I don’t know,” he whispered.

You let out a laugh, a strong laugh. “Then that kiss meant nothing to me!” You dug your nails into your palms as your fists curled up into a tight ball. “Maybe it’s better if I do get the surgery. So I can forget all about the shit I have to deal with you.” 

Taehyung looked at you with a painful expression written all over his face. “Why did you become so angry?” His voice was soft as he spoke. “You were melting into that kiss, but now here we are, just arguing again.”

“Just go back to Yoongi’s place.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“But-”

“Please.” You looked up at him with a dull expression. 

He looked at you with tears rimming at the edge of his eyes, then nodded. “Alright.”

He walked to the front door and opened it. 

You turned to walk upstairs. 

Taehyung let out a blood-curdling scream.

Bang!


a/n: ack only 4k words :,( sorry, i kinda rushed this since the last part was posted almost a week ago and my dashboard seemed dry lmao

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Originally posted by bhaek

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“Naive little Y/N. Maybe one day you will realise that we live in a cruel world. The good wouldn’t be good anymore if there would be nothing bad to compare it to. I didn’t choose this life. But after living it for a while I realised that there are things worse than being on the bad side.“

“Worse than letting people die for you?”, you felt like choking.

Word count: 1784 // I know it’s short 😵 I’m sorry! Next one will be longer again ;)

Warnings: death, violence, angst! I finally did it 😋 And a little slight tiny smut  😉

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Never the same. 4

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Featuring: Dom Holland, Sam Holland, Harry Holland and Paddy Holland. 

Words: 2665

Warnings: -

Tags@positivethoughtsforever @micawber69 @captainboomerangsunicorn @fairydustparker 

Request: -

Notes: I dont know why tumblr wont let me tag some people!

Originally posted by shutyourmoustache

MASTERLIST


After taking off her beanie and putting it in her bag she tried to fix her hair a bit. Then, she exited the car, checking her phone as he locked it and waited for her. There was nothing so she just put it back in the bag and walked with him towards the theatre. The eyes were on the both of them as some fans started to get nervous by his presence. Luckily, there were no screaming.

“Are you okay?” Tom asked looking down at her. She sighed and nodded.

“I’m just feeling watched” she chuckled.

“I know” he laughed a little. “You can go inside, I’m going to say hi for a bit, alright?” He said.

With a nod, (Y/N) hurried inside, not really wanting to deal with whispers and glares at the moment. She was there as Tom’s friend but she kind of knew how gossip and paparazzi worked: the moment he was seen with someone, that someone being a female, the first assumption would be a romantic relationship.

Some people looked at her when she walked in but no one said anything. Probably they had seen her arriving with Tom so they knew she wasn’t sneaking in. Just some minutes later, Tom walked in wearing a big smile on his face and looked for (Y/N), spotting her seated on some sofas. He walked over her and sat by her side.

“How was it?” (Y/N) asked putting her phone away.

“Nice. They’re so nice, I swear” he smiled widely. “Some asked who you were” he added in a lower voice.

“Oh…” she replied, fiddling with her fingers.

“I said you were just a friend I had invited” he immediately added. She chuckled and looked at him. He had a worried look, like he was afraid that she was going to run away or something.

“That’s the truth, what else could you say?” She asked.

“Fair enough” he smiled and looked around before getting up. “I have to go to talk to some people, to make sure everything is in order, want to come? Or you can wait here…my brothers and my dad are probably about to arrive”

“I can wait” (Y/N) shrugged with a smile.

He asked if she was sure and when she nodded, he smiled and walked away, looking at her once again before hurrying upstairs. Probably he had to talk to the director of the Olympic or something. She wondered how it was going to be since she had never been to a screening like this before. Tom hadn’t mentioned anything either. Not like she had asked, of course.



Tom tried to make sure everything was in order as fast as possible so he could go back to (Y/N), feeling a bit bad for leaving her alone even when she said it was okay. It’s not like it was a date but still, she knew no one there and he didn’t want her to feel left behind or anything.

As soon as the manager told him everything was ready, he shook his hand, thanked him and headed back to where he had left the girl. When he reached the main floor, he found her still on the sofas so he walked over there.

“Tom!” He stopped and looked at the door just to see his father and brothers coming in. “Everything ready?” His father asked.

“Yes! I’ve just talked to the manager and everything is settled” he smiled excitedly.

“Good” Dom nodded with a smile. “Then I’m going to ask the staff to let everyone in” he added.

“Perfect. Thanks, dad” Tom smiled and watched as his father and Paddy went over the workers.

“Is she here?” Sam asked with a big smirk. Tom rolled his eyes and nodded, trying to hide his smile. “Where is she?”

“Who?” Harry asked.

“There on the sofa, I was about to go and get her” he said. “A friend” he told Harry.

“One you like” Sam said crossing his arms. Tom huffed and rolled his eyes.

“You’re such a pain in the ass” he snapped.

Sam laughed loudly as Tom walked away from them and towards (Y/N). She was actually looking at him and got up when he neared.

“Sorry about that” Tom apologised. “Those are my brothers and my father” he added. She looked over Tom’s shoulder and nodded.

“And they’re coming over” she mumbled, suddenly nervous.

He had told her that he and his brothers were hosting the event but, as stupid as it sounds, she hadn’t thought about meeting part of his family, let alone his father. But there she was, Tom’s brothers in front of her, both with small smirks on their faces. Tom introduced the three of them: they were Sam and Harry, the twins. She smiled politely at them before hugging both of them quickly.

“I was really curious about you” Sam said.

“Me?” She asked confused. “What about me?”

“Tom hasn’t shut his mouth about you since he met you the other day” Harry shrugged.

(Y/N) looked at Tom all of sudden, feeling her cheeks heating up as his ears became more and more red. He clenched his jaw and looked at her briefly.

“Isn’t dad calling for you two?” Tom said through gritted teeth.

“I don’t think so” Sam replied smiling with innocence. An innocence (Y/N) were sure wasn’t real.

“Go” Tom commanded. They both laughed out loud.

“Actually, I think he may need our help” Harry finally said, ready to give his old brother a break. “See you later, (Y/N)” he added before the two of them walked away.

“Oh my god, I’m really sorry about that” Tom said facing her.

“It’s okay” she chuckled, still blushed. “Brothers” she added with a shrug.

“Indeed” he sighed, rubbing his hands against his jeans.

They both looked at each for a brief awkward moment. Eventually, none of them could hold the smile any longer and just laughed it off. She knew his brothers were just teasing him but the thought of him thinking about her, made a tickle appear in her stomach. A sensation she tried to ignore and push away before she even thought about it.

“We should go upstairs” he said. “Before this gets too crowded” he added.

“Sure” she smiled and grabbed her bag from the sofa. “What is actually the plan for this event?” she asked.

“Eh…we watch the movie, then I’ll take questions from the audience for a while and then a meet and greet down here. Meeting the fans, taking photos with them…” he shrugged. (Y/N) nodded silently. It was actually great that he did this to raise funds. “If you get bored you can leave…” he said after she stayed in silent for too long.

“What? No!” She suddenly exclaimed. “I was just thinking that…this is great. You doing this with your brothers” she shrugged. He smiled relieved.

“Well…I think that if you have the opportunity to help others people, especially those in need, you have to take it” he said looking down at his feet. “I always wanted to do it and now I can” he added.

“That’s so sweet” she smiled. He chuckled and looked at her.

“Thank you” he replied.

(Y/N) smiled once again and walked into the room where the movie was going to be screened. His brothers and his father were already there. She saw the smallest one with Harry setting up a camera on the stage as Sam and his father were talking on one of the chairs. As soon as Mr. Holland saw them coming in, he got up and walked over them.

“Damn…” Tom mumbled. His obvious nervousness made her smile.

“People is already walking in, are you ready?” He asked Tom, who nodded and looked at her for a moment.

“Dad, this is (Y/N), a friend” he introduced her. With a smile, she shook his dad’s hand trying not to look nervous even when she didn’t even know why she was feeling that way.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N), I’m Dominic” he introduced himself. “You can call me Dom, of course” he quickly added.

“Nice to meet you, Mr Holland” she replied politely.

“I said Dom” he winked, making her smile.

“I’m going backstage to grab the mic and everything” Tom said before looking at her. “You can sit wherever you want” he told her. “I’ll be with you as soon as the movie is on” he added.

“Okay” she nodded and watched him going up to the stage and then right behind in.

“(Y/N)!” She turned when she heard her name. It was Harry, who was still with the little one. She walked over them, looking forward meeting the youngest Holland. “Look, this is Paddy” he said.

“Hi, nice to meet you” she smiled nicely at him.

“Hey there” he smiled back. “So you’re Tom’s crush?” She blushed as Harry laughed.

“I’m just a friend” she replied with a small smile.

Why did everyone keep on saying that Tom had a crush on her? He didn’t like her and just thinking that he might actually like her made her feel a bit anxious. Sure, he was a really nice guy, gunny and adorable, but he was famous and now that he was Spiderman, he was even more famous. And that was something she didn’t know if she could deal with.

After a while, and once everyone was on their seat, Tom came out to the stage and thanked everyone for being there, saying it meant so much for him and his family. She smiled a little and looked at Harry who was sitting next to her. It was amazing that they were doing this.

“I hope you enjoy the movie” he finished saying.

Then he turned off the mic, took it backstage and then went to sit next to (Y/N) where they had left a free seat. She smiled at him as the lights turned off and then looked at the screen. Just like the first time she had watched it, she enjoyed the movie: she laughed, almost cried, and tried to stay on her seat as she watched the last scene with Tony and Pepper.

Tom didn’t know why he had been so nervous about today. His family had liked (Y/N) and it looked like she was fitting in perfectly. Throughout the movie, he spent most of his time looking at her, seeing her reactions to every scene and smiling as he saw her so focused on the movie. For some reason, it really mattered to him that she liked it.

“What now?” (Y/N) asked when the lights turned on again.

“Q&A” he replied getting up. “Feel free to ask anything” he added with a wink.

She chuckled and looked at him going backstage again, just to come out a few seconds later with the mic again in his hands. With a sigh, she leaned against the seat, listening to the fans’ questions and Tom’s answers.

“You should ask something” Harry encouraged her. Raising an eyebrow, she looked at him. “You know…something like when was the last time he wet the bed. The answer would surprise you” he said.

This time she raised both eyebrows as a big smile appeared on her face. The chance of teasing Tom when he could do nothing about it was too appealing. But it also felt a bit wrong.

“Go for it” Sam, who was seated next to Harry, whispered to her too.

“You’re evil” she laughed.

“We’re his brothers” Harry shrugged. She laughed shaking her head and looked at Tom.

He was currently answering a question she hadn’t heard, but he was looking at her and his brothers. His eyes were narrowed in suspicion, like he knew they were planning something which, coming from the twins, couldn’t be good. Finally, she smirked and raised her hand, turning her smirk into a completely innocent smile.

“Yes?” He said looking at her, his heart beating faster than usual as he knew that nothing good was about to come.

“I have a question, Tom” she smiled putting her hand down. “And you have to be honest” she added. Some girls were turning to look at her while Tom’s eyes narrowed even more.

“I’ll try my best” he said into the mic. Sam and Harry were trying not to laugh, stiffing the laugh in their fists.

“When was the last time you wet your bed?” She asked. Harry and Sam started laughing out loud.

Tom looked at the three of them eyes wide open. Of course he should have known something like this would be happening. Of course his beloved brothers had to make him look like a fool not only in front of (Y/N), but in front of everyone. He was going to kill them. But then he looked at (Y/N) and saw her smiling and laughing along with his brothers. There was something about that smile that just made everything else go away. He bit his lip, not being able to ignore the tickles in his stomach and the racing of his heart. He chuckled and looked down, blushing even more. It took him a moment to pull himself together but he finally looked back up.

“I haven’t wet the bed in a long time but Harry, over there, peed himself two weeks ago” he smirked.

(Y/N) gasped and looked at Harry who had suddenly stopped laughing and was looking at his old brother with his eyes even more opened than Tom’s. Sam, on the other hand, just couldn’t stop laughing. He didn’t even try to disguise it. He was laughing his ass off.

“I’m going to kill him” Harry mumbled sinking in his seat even more.

“You had it coming” (Y/N) chuckled.

“You’re lucky he still has nothing on you” he told her making her laugh.



The Q&A went on for another fifteen minutes. Tom told everyone he would be downstairs in ten minutes for the Meet and Greet. Then Dom got up and gave the instructions for the M&G before heading out of the room first. When everyone got up to go downstairs, Tom climbed down the stage and walked straight towards where his brothers and (Y/N) were.

“Harry you’re so dead!” He exclaimed when he was finally next to the girl.

“So are you!” Harry exclaimed getting up.

(Y/N) looked around and saw some fans looking back at the little fight they were having. She didn’t know much about this business but she imagined that a recorded fight between brothers wouldn’t be too good for Tom’s image, so she quickly got up and stood in front of him, forcing him to look down at her.

“Tom, calm down” she said. He frowned and looked at Harry once again. “Look at me” she commanded. He sighed and looked at her, anger slipping away as she touched his hand softly. “I’m sorry. It was completely out of place” she apologised.

“You don’t have to say sorry, it was their idea” Tom said.

“I know. But I did it” she shrugged. Everyone except them were out of the room so she took his hand properly. He looked down at their hands and gulped before looking back up. “Be mad at me if you want, but not at them” she added.

Tom sighed looking at her, trying to ignore the warmth coming out from her hand to his. He couldn’t just be mad at her. Not for this at least. He gave her a small smile, signalling that everything was okay. She smiled back and leaned in to kiss his cheek quickly, making him blush a little.

“Now go downstairs” she smiled. “I believe there are some people waiting for you” she added with a wink.

“You may be right” he chuckled.

He looked at his brothers once again before turning around and heading out of the room. With a sigh she looked at the twins who were smirking at her. (Y/N) shook your head but smiled anyway. She had to admit it had been fun.

I could wake up to this every morning // g.d

Summary: Grayson gets sick in the morning and wants you to comfort him

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 1209

A/N: It was requested, so yeah, here you go :) Im sorry it took so long!

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The sun broke through the curtains greeting your face with beams of golden warmth. You pulled out your hand from under the pillow and reached to the cabinet next to the bed, searching for your phone. When you finally felt it under your fingertips, you grabbed it and opened your eyes slowly to look at the homescreen and check the hour. It was 8:23 and a quiet groan escaped your mouth, as you  rested your head on the pillows again, previously throwing away the phone somewhere on the bed. You were  lying like that for about 20 minutes, until you finally decided to get up, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again. As you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was your boyfriend’s bare back, just because he slept without a shirt on, and the curtains, which were moving from time to time because of the fresh air that was slipping through the window. “Great.” You mumbled under your breath and let go of the blanket you had been clutching to your chest. You shuffled out of the bed and yawned, covering your mouth with the palm of  your hand, at the same time looking around the room in the search of your pyjama shorts. When you finally spotted them laying on the chair, you put them on and pulled your arms above the head, so you could stretch. 5 hours of sleep were definitely not enough.

“I could wake up to this every morning.” Grayson’s deep, morning voice made you feel warm inside, as you turned around and saw him looking at you with a cheeky smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Oh, my princess finally decided to wake up.” you let out a small chuckle and sat on the bed on Gray’s side, watching him pick himself up on the mattress. The boy’s messy hair were covering his eyes, making it almost impossible to see properly, but he didn’t seem to care, not bothering to brush them away.

You leaned over, wanting to give him a quick kiss but then, he suddenly pulled away and jumped out off bed, running towards the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. Feeling pretty weirded out and confused, you rushed to the bathroom doors, knocking on them lightly. You layed your forehead against them and listened closely, starting to feel a little anxious; You had no idea what was going on and why your boyfriend just locked himself in the bathroom, right after he jumped out off the bed unexpectedly.

Suddenly, he opened the door, pale as he can be, with even messier hair and slightly trembling lips. There was something off about him and it immediately made you  feel worried.

“Are you okay? What was that?”

“I must’ve eaten something bad yesterday” he muttered, his hand placed on his stomach. Just as he was about to step out of the bathroom, he felt sick again and turned around, rushing to the toilet.

You stepped back, trying to remember what the two of you had for dinner yesterday, but it was nothing special; just some mac and cheese and hot chocolate before going to bed. Unless your boyfriend had a quick trip to the kitchen when you fell asleep. That would explain a lot!

He occupied the bathroom for quite a long time and came back to the room after, slamming the door behind him. He crawled onto bed and pulled the covers up, resting his head on one of the large pillows that were placed on the mattress. You brought him some hot tea and put the mug on the cupboard carefully.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, already knowing the answer. It was pretty obvious: “like shit” you thought to yourself, looking in his direction.

“Like shit.” he confirmed, frowning. “Hey, can I still have that kiss?”

“Ew, of course not. You just puked and your breath stinks!” you shook your head and laughed a little at the look on his face. “Im gonna go get you some medicine.” just as you were about to leave, you felt a strong grip on your wrist, which made you look down. Grayson wrapped his fingers around your hand, insisting that you lay down next to him and forget about medicine, since he wasn’t feeling that bad after all.  

“Dont be so dramatic.” you laughed a little, but felt really sorry for your boyfriend. After all, it was most likely food poisoining, but you were completely fine. “You like your little night trips to the fridge a little bit too much, huh?”  you raised your eyebrows, not planning to break the eye contact, as you made yourself comfortable on the bed, adjusting the pillows. He rolled his eyes and clutched the blanket under his chin. “What did you eat?” you really wanted to know.

“Nothing” he mumbled, turning his head away and looking around in search of his phone.

“I know you, Dolan. I can tell when you’re lying” you rolled your eyes as well, already knowing that he was hiding something. He tried to avoid the eye contact and that exposed him.  

“Was it the last piece of cake?”

“How’d you know?”

“Cause it was spoiled and i was meant to throw it out yesterday but i completely forgot. Oh my God, Gray!”

Grayson’s eyes widened as he brought a hand to his lips. “You tried to poison me!” His  comment made you laugh and before you could say anything else, your boyfriend quickly wrapped his left arm around your body and pulled you closer to him, a sweet scent of coconut filling his nostrils. And at this exact moment, he felt truly happy and wouldn’t wish for anything else, ever. Holding the person that meant the world for him in his arms was all he ever asked  for.

You took one look at the smirk on his face, when he brought your hands close to his mouth and kissed your fingers. The heart in your chest began to pound like crazy. You were dating for quite a long time but even after all this time that you spent together, he still made you feel that way. “You’re not gonna get a heart attack, are you?” He stifled a laugh and you gave him a sidelong glance. “Oh shut up.” you looked ready to laugh but smiled widely instead, leaning against his chest, comforted by his sympathetic embrace.

“Your hair is so soft…” Grayson mumbled, pressing his cheek to your head and taking a deep breath.

“Yeah, because I use a shampoo?”

“Damnit, I was trying to be romantic and you ruined it.”

“Since when complementing my hair is romantic?” you lifted your head up and looked him in the eyes, confused.

“I don’t know, I wanted to be smooth.” Once again, his response brought a wide smile to your lips. He was still very pale but judging by his behavior, he was definitely getting better.

You didn’t say anything but  hugged him tightly, your eyes twinkling with humor and the slightest suggestion of a smile playing at the corners of your mouth, as you felt his soft lips kissing your neck softly, Gray mumbling quiet “I love you” against your warm skin.

doodles (’it’ au) / three.

hi just want everyone to know tumbr majorly fucked up a lot of shit w this chapter so like. bare w me for the lateness its taken me over three hours to like get the shit together

Authors Note: hI I’m literally so sorry it took nearly three fucking weeks for me to write this but i prOMISE it’s worth it sdfhfskdsjghjfg anyway, i have some REALLy important notes at the end of the chapter, so please take a minute to read them

Pairings: stenbrough ( Stan Uris x Bill Denbrough ), reddie ( Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak ), stenlon ( Stan Uris x Bill Denbrough x Mike Hanlon )

Warnings: swearing, boys kissing but uh that’s kinda standard

Word Count: 8,166

lil playlist thing: Sunday Candy - Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment, Not A Bad Thing - Justin Timberlake, In The Middle - dodie, Dancing In the Dark - Bruce Springsteen, Caught In The Middle - Paramore, She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5, Bennie And The Jets - Elton John, Be Without You - Mary J Blige, Freaking Out The Neighborhood - Mac Demarco

Summary: ‘doodles’ is gonna be a series of a soulmate au in which in this universe anything that you draw on your skin automatically shows up on your soulmate’s skin and im doing this for all the losers and their soulmates! shoutout to the sneet sneet snitchie discord for giving me ideas and always hyping me up! Part one in stenbrough and part two is reddie, and so we’ve arrived at part three! here we have (what i’ve named) stenlon - bill, stan, and mike bc theyre my ot3!! part four will be benverly and i stg if yall dont read it im gonna fight every single one of u. 

PART ONE (stenbrough) / PART TWO (reddie)

PART 3: PHONE NUMBERS (stenlon: stan, bill, mike)

Mike Hanlon had never thought much about soulmates - and had certainly never considered the possibility that he was broken until it happened. He didn’t even know being broken was a possibility.

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Break-Up

Originally posted by alternatrash

WHATADO Everybody its your boi Nemo back at it again with another fanfic. Noq today I’m gonna disappoint you and leave you with a cliff hanger. I made a Brendon Urie fluff awhile ago but life has been busy lately. Btw, small angst at the end

Summery: Y/n decides to fly out to Brendon to comfort him about the Break-Up he has recently went through. This gives him and Y/n quality time together and things start to spark, but not in the way you think

Type: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: Cussing, Small angst at end, Fluff, I think that’s about it

Requested?: Kind of, Yea

Word Count: 3.4k (3,478 words)

PT.2

Now without further ado, P-P-P-P-PLAY IT

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to have a friend, chapter 10: $233

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haha im dying!

thank you for being patient. i have one essay left, a group project (that includes another essay :P), a final quiz, a flash fiction piece, and a final. and i’m done with my first semester of college? i’m actually…taking next semester off so…probably more consistent updates after this. phew. oh and i won nano? wild

i’m exhausted and genuinely don’t like at least 75% of this chapter, but it’s done. please please p l e a s e read the end notes for a little disclaimer thanks

warnings: anxiety, depression, panic attacks, let me know if any other warnigns should be added

enjoy~


Sometimes Connor has the really strong urge to hold Evan’s hand.

It’s a weird feeling. This desire to just reach out and take Evan’s hand in his own and not even say anything, just hold it.

Sometimes Connor thinks that romantic feelings are bullshit. Especially when it’s seven in the morning and Evan sees him waiting by the locker and lights up like the goddamn sun and Connor’s stomach tries to become an Olympic gymnast.

Like right now.

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title: build a home in me (i’ll give you a place to hide)
pairing/characters: promptis if u tilt ur head
rated: g
summary: Sometimes Noctis just wants a place to hide from the endless cacophony that is being the next in line for the Lucian throne. Prompto doesn’t have much to offer, but he does his best.
alternatively, how prompto accidentally became a willing accomplice to noctis’ self-kidnapping from all the pressure that is his life.

i can’t believe i’m back with more ffxv fanfiction but here you go, something soft because friendship is really important to me and i’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, also honestly let noctis rest already, i will Fight

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Prompto waves goodbye to the other members of the photography club, humming to himself as he turns to head home. But when he turns the corner, he finds a familiar figure leaning against the wall.

“Noct! You’re still here?”

Noctis glances up at him. “Hey, Prompto. You done with club?”

“Yup! You wanna go somewhere?”

“Can we go to your place?” Noctis is already walking down the stairs, expecting Prompto to follow.

Prompto blinks at his friend’s back. They usually go over to Noctis’ apartment, since it’s closer and Noctis has all of the latest consoles and also just. Ignis’ cooking. But Prompto doesn’t voice his questions out loud. Instead, he bounds after Noctis. “Sure! Is your ‘guard giving us a ride?”

Noctis’ shoulders immediately go up. “Let’s take the train,” he says shortly.

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