god your smile it makes me cry

The Signs Hold a Crying Baby

Aries: WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WILL IT STOP IF I SHAKE IT MAKE IT STOP WHERE IS THE MOTHER

Taurus: Keep your tears inside your eyes where they belong, you pathetic excuse for life

Gemini: Continues the one sided conversation, “so I said to Tom, I said Tomas, that’s MY fucking sandwich- wait, is it okay to cuss in front of a -what am I saying, you don’t understand words yet- anyway I said to him…”

Cancer: *is the Crying Baby* 

Leo: Worry not, I will calm you with my talent for, uh, singing, “rock-a-bye baby in the -” baby: *screams louder* leo: okay well, fuck you too

Virgo: Gross pls tell me this thing didn’t poop OH MY GOD IT POOPED GET IT OFF GET IT OFF

Libra: Smiles and patiently calms the child, artfully hiding their discomfort and disgust, thinking “why the fuck do people keep making these things I hate them I hate them I fucking hate them ughh”

Scorpio: *glares* shut the fuck

Sagittarius: Tbh if you were my kid, I’d probably “forget” you in a shopping cart at the grocery store… shit, where is your mother? Don’t tell me she-  HEY LADY, YEAH YOU, COME GET YOUR KID

Capricorn: Calmly sets the child down and walks away forever

Aquarius: According to some scientific studies, crying indicates that in later life, the infant will adapt qualities of…

Pisces: Me too, kid. Me too.  By the way, it only gets worse from here…

The Signs Hold a Crying Baby

Aries: WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WILL IT STOP IF I SHAKE IT MAKE IT STOP WHERE IS THE MOTHER

Taurus: Keep your tears inside your eyes where they belong, you pathetic excuse for life

Gemini: Continues the one sided conversation, “so I said to Tom, I said Tomas, that’s MY fucking sandwich- wait, is it okay to cuss in front of a -what am I saying, you don’t understand words yet- anyway I said to him…”

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Cure (intro)

Bucky Barnes x reader 

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut. 

Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission, not remembering who he is or who anyone else is. He doesn’t remember Steve, Natasha or the woman he loves. She does immediately catch his eye, though. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and he’s not afraid to say it in front of people he doesn’t know anyway. What does he have to lose? As far as he knows, he has nothing. On top of being somewhere he doesn’t remember ever being and being stared at by people who seem to know him, but he doesn’t know in return, he hears a voice in his own head. Because, of course, he must be insane. 

A/N: Here we are! The sequel series to Remedy :) I was gonna go somewhere else with this, but it kinda hit me out of nowhere and I thought this could be as sweet and cute as it could be heartbreaking and funny at the same time. Get ready for some awkward situations (and boners), people! 

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

There’s a woman standing in front of me. She looks sad, scared; but still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She says ‘Bucky’, and I can’t help but think that I’ve heard that before, but I don’t know what it means. I don’t know where I am, but I feel no threat, not from the man in the blue combat-suit next to me, not from the red head that’s next to him, holding his hand and looking equally sad as the woman before me. Not even from the man with the glasses and a doctor’s coat on my left. They all look at me as if they know me, and.. like me? They look nice enough, I guess. But I can’t help but stare at the woman standing only a feet away from me, tears in her eyes. She looks so sad.

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Jerome x reader smut
Word Count: 3501 
Warnings: masturbation, oral, sex, language, breath play, areas of dub/non con for touching, reader is definitely a murderer, threats galore.


I’m hungry for a fix. I’m hungry for the pace of the thrill and chase.

Your first night in Arkham. Still confused, still on edge at the idea of being surrounded by murderers. It’s his hands drifting over the skin of your ankles pulls you from sleep. A scream starts to build in your throat at the sight of him standing above you, but before you can even open your mouth, Jerome is chuckling.

“Whatever noise you make, nobody will come.” You stare at him, your heart pounding to the extent that you think your chest is moving with the force. It takes him a second to register your alarm. Jerome hits his forehead, chiding himself, before returning his gaze to you. “Wait. That made me sound crazy, didn’t it? Scratch that. I mean the guards don’t care about screaming murderers. It doesn’t matter either way. If anybody here is going to hurt you, it’s not me.”  

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In my parents' house

“Harry, no!” You keep pushing him away.

You need to rest because today you two had a dinner with your parents and you’re exhausted but he’s in a mood for a little fun. All day he was acting playfully - grabbing your ass in the kitchen while your parents weren’t in the room, talking dirty in your ear, putting his hand under your panties under the table…

No matter how much you told him to stop and that you need to sleep, he just kept annoying you.

“Come on, love, i need yeh.”

“Shut up, Harry, i need to rest.”

“C'mere.” He pulls you even closer to his chest and start kissing all over your face.

“It’s so hot in here, get off of me.”

“Yeah, i know i’m hot. And i also know that you need me too. You’re just acting stubbornly right now.”

“Maybe because we’re in my parents’ house and i don’t want them to catch us. And why are you completely naked?” You start to get really annoyed because you barely keep your eyes open and it’s too hot to breath in this room.

“We’ll be quite, i promise.” He makes a puppy face. “And i always sleep like this.”

“But we’re in my parents’ house, Harry, you can’t sleep naked. What if they come to visit us in the morning and find you with no clothes?”

“Babe, i need yeh.” He starts again with his tirade.

“I’ll go to sleep on the couch in the living room, i’m telling you.”

“Okay then, i’ll stop.” He says conciliatory and lets you of his death grip on you, turning to the other side of the bed.

You finally can rest so you turn to the opposite side and close your eyes. You’re just about to fall asleep when you feel a warm hand massaging your boobs and his lips kissing your shoulder.

“I’ll scream.” You worn him.

“What a threat.”

You can almost imagine him rolling his eyes. You turn to face him and now he’s on top of you, undressing you. He buries his face in your boobs while he’s grinding against you. You can feel how hard he is.

“You’re sexually harassing me righ now you know, right?” you laugh but you can feel you’re about to lose the game. Your nipples are hard now and the pain between your legs is bigger than the need to sleep.

“Yeah, right. I can see how scared you are.”

He sucks at the skin of your boobs, slightly biting it. His tongue starts licking the spot, discouraging you. Your fingers find their place in his hair and you wrap your legs around his torso.

“Fine.” you say, letting a few moans to escape from your mouth. “But you’re going to take care of us both. I’m too lazy to do anything and i don’t care how that speaks about me.”

“Perfect.” He gives you a cocky smile and kisses you.

Before you can say something witty to him, he rips your underwear apart and licks you.

“God!” You cry, not able to control yourself.

“Shht, babe, we don’t want you to wake up your parents. I want to scream too because your juices are so tasty but shht…”

“I hate you so much.” You whisper as he sucks at your clit.

“I love you too.” He smiles and reach out his hand to squeeze your boob.

Your hands are tugging on his hair, making him moan. The combination of his warm hands and his cold rings is breathtaking and the hotness in the room and Harry’s magic are too much for you.

“H-Harry” your voice is weak. “Stop for a moment, the sensation is too much.”

“Do you want a kiss?” He asks in a satisfaction.

“But your mouth was just on my-”

Before you can stop him, he interrupts you, grabbing both of your hands in his and kissing you. He asks for a permission and you find yourself too weak to disobey him.

“How does it taste?” He asks before kissing you once again, this time for a little longer.

“Sweet.” You murmur, still mad at him.

“And what ‘bout yeh tastin’ somethin’ different?”

“But you promised that you’ll take care.”

“I know, babe, but-”

“Lay down.”

You can’t resist. He’s too tempting with that smurk on his face and with his brushy hair. The moment his back hit the bed, you sit on top of him, grinding against his crotch and making a path of kisses from his neck to his V-line.

“Fuck.”

“Shht.” You mock him and lick his length.

When you two first started doing stuff deep-throating seemed like a painful and unnecessary thing to you but now you both love it. Just listening to his moans and feeling how weak he’s under you makes you want to take more and more in your mouth.

“I’m gonna-”

You keep massaging his balls, going down on his dick one more time before he cums in your mouth. You swallow not because he tells you that you’re a good girl like in the porn movies but because you love the way his eyes get wider and his lips get separated.

“I’ll probably regret my lack of sleep in the morning but i need to cum.”

“C'mon, let’s finish what we got into.”

“What you got us into.” You correct him, still smiling.

“Shut up and ride me.”

His hands catch yours and pull you up. You clench his thighs and he slides in you. You can see what a mess he is from his last orgasm but you can also see how he’s trying to pull himself together so he can make you feel as good as you made him, if not even better.

“Kiss me, kiss me!” You beg him, afraid of losing control of your voice.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this.” He almost screams.

His hands move from the sheets to your thighs, guiding you, as he starts sucking and biting every little spot of the skin on your boobs to every little spot of the skin on your jaw.

“No, kiss m-”

Before he even can reach your lips the door cracks open and your parents enter the room. The panic overtakes you both and you two become a mess of sheets, moans and attempts to hide your bodies. You can’t even think for an orgasm when your parents are looking at both of you with wide eyes with that disappointed look in them.

But when they leave you and Harry falls asleep you start thinking a plan how to get it back on him in the morning.

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Pairing: Sebastian X Reader

Words: 1,153

Warnings: SMUT. And NSFW gifs. Also, please use a condom you guys.

Anon asked “Hey, it’s the anon who requested ‘so far’.. I wanted to ask if you can do another imagine where the reader and Seb have been best friends since forever and they both have feelings for each other but don’t act upon it and they get into a heated argument and Seb sees how important the reader is in his life and idk what else.. thank you”

A/N: Here ya go. Part 3 of Who I Want to Be. I haven’t written smut in a while This is my first time writing actual smut so please be nice in the comments. Gifs not mine!!!

Tagging: @ccrossfire  @jared-padaloveme

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A strong woman.

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess
Word count : 2,754
Author : Mel
Warnings : AU-ish. Someone dies.



You smiled up at the screen. “It’s a boy.” The ultrasound tech informed you.

You grinned and turned to the blond next to you. “A boy.” You teared up, and so did she. “Jess, I’m giving Dean a son.”

“Look at him.. Oh god. Don’t make me cry, I’m next.” She chuckled.

After getting cleaned up, and off the chair, it was Jess’s turn. You took your pictures and smiled down at them as the tech took measurements and checked vitals. When it came time to find out, you looked up at Jess with a smile, then at the screen. “Ready to find out?” She nodded to the tech. You both had wanted boys, wanted them to grow up together, and close. Jess bit her lip and waited. “It’s a girl.”

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The Chris Evans Mini-Series (One Shots)

Imagine your first Mother’s Day with Chris and your baby boy.

A/N: Happy Mother’s Day to all the lovely moms out there. I know I’d be lost without mine. Here’s a quick (kinda quick) one shot, it’s written around my favorite couple and favorite little baby boy. ❤️

Chris laid awake next to you and watched as the first light of dawn came to behind the beige chiffon curtains in your master bedroom. It was Mother’s Day and he’d asked Kevin for a little time off his ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ press tour to go home and see you as it was your first ever Mother’s Day. He smiled to himself as he looked over at you, remembering the look you had on your face when he walked through the front door yesterday afternoon. He wasn’t meant to be home until early August, not even for a short four days. It was the greatest Mother’s Day present you could have gotten; Chris’ presence. You kissed him so long and so hard, the world around him spun.

His smile widened when he thought back to the look on his baby boy’s face when he carried him for the first time in four and a half months. Like every other parent who had to leave for long periods of time while their child was still a baby, Chris was worried that his son wouldn’t recognize him. He was afraid that Jack would see him as a stranger even though he FaceTimed the two of you every morning and every night. He was even hesitant to pick Jack up from his rocker, nervous his son would start crying if he did. He was so afraid that he just stood by the front door and observed his son from afar, feet glued to the ground despite your urging him to pick Jack up. Even Dodger urged him, nudging his best friend’s leg with his head.

You assured Chris none of what he was worried about would happen as you spoke about him with your son all the time. You showed him pictures, you watched interviews together, and little home videos you’d shot on your phone. You told Chris how Jack would light up every time he saw him, or heard him on the television, or your laptop, or some other mobile device. Chris managed to take a step closer upon hearing that, but still kept his distance. You sighed and decided to help move the meeting along, knowing the worries your husband were carrying on his shoulders were irrelevant. You walked over to Jack who smiled at you when you lifted him out of his rocker, bouncing him gently as you made your way over to Chris.

“You are so good with him,” Chris told you when he saw the way Jack looked at you, utterly mesmerized by his beautiful mother. “No no no,” he shook his head, taking a step back when you got too close. “I don’t want to scare him, Y/N. Just-” he huffed, “take it slow, please?”

“You’re not going to scare him, Chris,” you chuckled softly and took slow steps towards Chris, who looked like he was ready to run out the door. “Chris, stop.” You narrowed your eyes at Chris when he took another step back as you got closer. “You’re being ridiculous, so can you stop. Please?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled and released some of the tension from his shoulders, allowing you to approach with Jack. The closer you got, the tighter his shoulders got. “Oh my God, he’s not going to cry is he?” He asked you when he saw his son watching him curiously, his tiny head tilted to one side. “Y/N, is he going to-” Jack started laughing, making you smile and Chris flinch. “He’s got the cutest laugh,” Chris looked up at you with a wide grin; you nodded with the same smile. For a second, he forgot he was afraid and unconsciously reached for the hand Jack was holding out. “Hey, buddy.” Jack’s hand wrapped around Chris’ finger. “Have you been looking after your mama for me? Yeah?” Chris laughed along with Jack and you smiled at Dodger as the two of you observed their interaction. “You’re the man of the house now, aren’t you?”

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked and Chris nodded, but made no effort to prepare himself for the pass over. “Sweetheart, you’re not going to scare him. Look at him, he’s so happy to see his daddy. Trust me, it’s going to be okay. If he loves the try-hard mom, he’s going to love the natural dad,” you joked, drawing a smile to Chris’ face. “Here,” you carefully passed Jack over and Chris took him from you like an absolute pro. “See,” you kissed Chris’ cheek as he bounced your giggling son, “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Thank you,” he returned a kiss on your cheek then proceeded to kiss Jack’s. “For this, for him- for everything you’ve given me since we met.” You smiled, gently rubbing Jack’s back as you rubbed Chris’ arm. “How are you doing, Jack?” He spoke to your son with so much joy in his voice. “Are we cool?” Jack cupped Chris’ face in his hands and made soft noises with his lips, making you and Chris laugh. “I know, bud. I miss my beard too.”

Chris returned to reality when he heard soft noises come through the baby monitor. He quickly grabbed it from his bedside table and turned it off, slipping out of bed to attend to him. He was trying to give you the best day of your life, starting with some well-deserved rest. He knew you were playing it cool, but you were having a bit of a hard time doing the whole parenting thing without him. He’d wished he’d gotten you pregnant after his Marvel contract ended, so he could’ve been there for everything. He wanted the whole experience, but he’d only had half a pregnancy, an early labor, and the three months of Jack’s life. As much as he’d like to complain, he couldn’t; he had the perfect wife and the son he’d always wanted. Sure, he’d missed out on a little bit, but it was only the beginning. There was so much more to come that he was going to be there for.

“Good morning, Dodger.” Chris patted Dodger’s head as he walked past him to scoop Jack out of his cot. “Hey, buddy.” He rocked Jack soothingly, smiling when his son wrapped his tiny arms around his neck and rested his head against his chest. “I’ve missed you too, kiddo.” He held Jack as closely as he had last night, rocking his son to sleep before joining you in bed. “I know I haven’t been around, but I’ll be home soon. You and Dodger just keep taking care of your mama for me, okay? I promise I’ll be home soon, to take care of all of you.”

Chris carried Jack for a little while, pacing the room as he enjoyed the simplicity of holding his son in his arms. It was feeling he’d never, ever get sick of. It was peaceful, very zen-like to have Jack’s tiny body held against his chest; to listen to his soft breaths; to kiss his soft hair; to breath him in because babies always smelt good. Chris didn’t know why, but they did. He was so satisfied with his life at that very moment because he was finally a dad able to celebrate Mother’s Day with his wife and child; he was no longer just a son who had to take care of his mom. He was a husband, a father, and he had to show you how grateful he was towards the woman who’d given him that. He needed to make breakfast, and clean the house, and take out the trash, and fix anything that was broken in his absence. He needed to spend today, and the next two and a half days showing how much he loved and appreciated you before he had to leave again. You may have known already, but it wouldn’t have killed him to emphasize.

You instinctively woke at 6:25AM, like every other morning if Jack managed to sleep through the first light of dawn. You turned over and reached for your husband only to find the bed empty and the baby monitor turned off. You smiled because you knew what day it was and what Chris had planned to do for you while he was home. It was sweet, like everything he did. You stretched, grabbing his pillow and hugging it to your chest. Your mom was right about you knocking things out of the park with him, he was absolutely perfect.

You got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. You were coming out of the bathroom when you heard Chris’ footsteps and Dodger’s paws coming down the hall. “Shhh,” you heard Chris tell your babbling son. “We don’t want to wake your mama, I’m just going to sneak into the bathroom to brush-” You smiled at him as your three boys entered the room. “Oh, you’re awake.” He chuckled when you nodded, walking over to him. “Was it us? Were we too loud?”

“No,” you shook your head and held out your arms to take Jack from Chris. “I’m used to waking up early, as is Dodger.” You looked down at Dodger, smiling. “This little guy keeps us up and at it. Don’t you, bud?” You poked your son’s stomach, making him laugh and Chris smile. “You can go brush your teeth, I’ll watch him.”

“Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart.” He leaned over to peck you on the lips and you smiled. “I’m going to go brush my teeth first, then I’ll come back and give you a proper kiss.” You chuckled and nodded, bouncing your son as you made your way back over to your bed. Dodger joined you, sitting down in front of you and resting his head in your lap.

“How did you sleep, handsome?” You asked your son, smoothing his bedhead with your hand.

“It’s definitely good to be back in bed with my wife,” Chris answered from the bathroom. You laughed and he poked his head out with a toothbrush in his mouth, “oh. You’re talking to Jack,” he said, his words muffled by his brushing.

“Yes I am,” you smiled. “But I’m glad you slept well too, handsome.” You winked at Chris, earning a wink back. “And you, Dodger.” You cooed and scratched his head. “Anyway, Chris.” You looked back up at your husband. “I am really glad to have you back in bed too, it’s been awfully lonely without you around.”

“I know it has been,” Chris murmured, careful not to get any toothpaste anywhere. “I’ll be home soon though.” He walked back in to rinse and spit, then came back out as he dried his face with his face towel. “And then we can actually be a team like I promised.” You smiled and nodded. “I’m really sorry I haven’t been around to help you.” He walked over and sat down next to you; you passed him Jack and he held his son close to his chest. “Really, really sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you shook your head, kissing his cheek. He pressed his lips together, eyes filled with guilt. “Darling,” you chuckled, rubbing his back. “You didn’t run out on me, you went to work. It’s not your fault you’ve been away, you’re making money to provide for this family. So don’t apologize, okay? You haven’t been far, you know I always carry you in my heart.” He cracked a smile and leaned in to kiss you. “I love you,” you told him then met his lips.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “And you’re getting everything you deserve today, don’t you worry.”

“I’ve already gotten everything I need,” you smiled at him. “My three,” you glanced from Dodger, to Jack, to Chris, “beautiful and perfect boys.” Chris chuckled, leaning in for another kiss. “Yeah, I don’t need anything else.”

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As Long As You’re Mine

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: Reader is taking the part of Elphaba in Wicked on Broadway alongside Aaron Tveit as Fiyero and Libby Servais as Glinda. Daveed is her boyfriend and gets jealous of the relationship that the reader and Aaron share on and off stage.

Note: Well,I’m back at it whether you like it or not. Thanks so much for the feedback on Lost in You. I pumped out this fic for y’all mostly based on the fact that I’m extreme trash for Wicked, Daveed, and Aaron so this was birthed from that. Thanks to those nearest and dearest to my heart, @strongenoughfoundation, @literallylin, and @linslovelylocks for listening to my rambles about my idea for this. I hope you all enjoy! As usual feedback is appreciated.


“Looking a little sick, aren’t you? It’s almost showtime!”

     Glancing in the mirror, all you saw was green. Your face, your neck, your hands. All green. And for a pretty good reason: you were finally going to be whom almost every actress longs to be: Elphaba Thropp, the leading lady in Wicked. You’ve been working for this role ever since you got the chance to see Idina originated the role back in ‘03.

    “Very funny, Lin. Truly. I haven’t heard that one before.” Lin Manuel Miranda. The man was a genius. The two of you met back in 2006 when you were fresh out of high school and he was working on Heights at an acting seminar in the city. You never lost contact and became fast friends despite the age difference. Eventually you befriended his wife Vanessa and the two of you meet every Saturday for a little shopping trip.

     “I’m just kidding, (Y/N). I’m proud of you. You’ve come all this way from that little 18 year old dreamer. Look how well you did in Hamilton.”

 Yes, it’s true. Everyone’s other dream: to be in the new hit musical. As a part of the original cast ensemble, you got to sing and dance onstage every night beside your closest friends. You and Jasmine became almost attached at the hip as soon as rehearsals began. When she and Anthony began dating, the two of you became close as well. Let’s not forget the most important relationship: You and Daveed. The two of you had been crushing on each other and flirting since the beginning. “If you don’t snatch him up soon, I will.” Jasmine used to tease you. “Jaz, you have a boyfriend!” You would reply. He finally gathered up the courage to ask you out last summer and the two of you have been going strong ever since. Even after almost a year, the two of you were still on cloud nine.

“C’mon Lin, don’t tease the poor girl. Can’t you seen she’s nervous?” Daveed said, walking into your dressing room with a smirk on his face.

“Baby, I’m not nervous. Just, well, okay maybe I am a bit nervous. I mean who wouldn’t be. Playing Elphie is an honor.” You replied shakingly.

“I have full confidence in you, (Y/N/N). You’re going to go out on that stage and kill it. Defy gravity. No pun intended.” Daveed affirmed, embracing you in his arms, careful not to smudge any green.

“I second that!” Lin piped in, “Or V and I wouldn’t have flown all the way from London to see you. You’re gonna do amazing out there.”

“(Y/N)! Get in your place. It’s almost time!. Good Luck!” the stagehand, Ralph, called from outside the door.

“Oh, God I think I’m going to be sick!” You cried, pacing back and forth running your hands along your face.

“Well, geez, you do look a little gree-” “Seriously, Lin?” “Sorry. Good luck, I know you’ll do amazing out there. Show em’ what you’re made of!” He said, running out of the room heading to his seat.

“Hey, Look at me.” Daveed said softly, grabbing your arm pulling you closer to him. Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you began to listen to what he had to say.

“You’re going to get on that stage, give the best performance of your life, and make the audience go wild at the finale. You’ve worked so hard for this role and you deserve it without a doubt.” With the way he looked right into your eyes, you knew what he said was sincere.

“God dammit, D, you’re gonna make me cry. I can’t have this damn paint smudge!” You answered with a giggle.

“Well, you know me always making the ladies cry.” He winked at you, pointing with finger guns.

“Finger guns, really?” You said with crossed arms and a smile on your face.

“Oh come on you know you love em’!” Daveed said on his way out of the room. While he was walking out, another just happened to walk in.

“Aaron!” You exclaimed. Aaron Tveit. The man of everyone’s dreams. Tall build, blonde hair, gleaming eyes, and a killer smile. As the two of you began to talk, you didn’t notice the slight scowl on your boyfriends face as he left the room.

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What You Want

baby i got it

Words: 1616

Prompt: “You keep trying to set him up, and somewhere along the way, you realize you’re in love with him.”

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“Come on, it’s just one date!”

“I said I don’t want to.”

You sighed, crossing your arms as you put on your “Best Friend Voice.”

“Come on, Lin, please? For me?”

His expression wavered then, softening around the edges, and for a moment it almost seemed sad, eyes soft and pleading.

“She’s a really great girl, I promise,” you said quietly, stepping forward to wrap your arms around him, fingers digging into the fabric of that damn gray sweater.

“Okay.”

The response was soft, woven into something you might have called bittersweet, and you barely caught what came next.

“But only for you.”

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“That bad, huh?”

He slinked in the doorway, shoulders slumped and posture heavy, as if his body could barely hold itself up.

“Its three a.m.”

“Then it can’t have been that bad.”

He looked at you then, sharply, but you could see his mouth begin to twitch at the corners, threatening to pull itself into a smile.

“She wouldn’t let me leave.”

“You’re a grown man, Lin.”

He threw himself on the couch at that, body seeming to melt into it, exhaustion melding his body to the faux leather.

“She just kept talking. I didn’t want to be rude.”

“Her boobs were great though.”

You heard a small huff at that, and his laughter seemed to seep into you, lessening the tension in your shoulders.

“Not as great as yours.”

And, all right, he really had that slap coming.

———————————–

“Come on, Lin, I swear, they wont all be that bad.”

“She kept rubbing my legs with her feet underneath the table!”

“She seemed so nice at work!”

You threw your arms in the air at that, and he couldn’t take it any longer, dissolving into giggles as you huffed, trying to maintain your composure, but one look at him and you lost it, shoulders shaking alongside his in the dim light of your shared apartment.

You wiped your eyes with the pad of your thumb, laughter fading as you watched him, braced against the kitchen counter, cheeks pink and eyes bright.

When you finally spoke, it was soft, so quiet you were hardly convinced you had spoken at all.

“I just want you to be happy.”

His response wasn’t immediate. You felt the silence between you, thick, one beat, then two. He never spoke. Just turned, slowly, and grabbed his jacket, unfolding it from the back of the chair and shrugging it on.

“Don’t wait up for me, honey,” he joked, but you heard the exhaustion in his words, quiet resignation, and you don’t know what you wanted, but this sure isn’t it.

You wonder when it started to feel like this. Sending him off, almost, instead of letting him go. He’d stay if you asked him too. Part of you wonders why you’re so afraid to ask him to. Another part of you, the part that knows heartbreak all too well, the part of you that could tell someone, by perfect memory, the exact brand of toothpaste he uses, the smell of his shampoo, whispers back, “he’s the only person who’d break you if he left.”

———————————–

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” he muttered as he slipped his tie on, nimble fingers working quickly as he spoke.

“Lin, come on. The last one wasn’t so awful!”

He shook his head, mouth quirking downward slightly, arranging itself carefully into a pout.

“It wasn’t great either.”

“Lin.”

He looked up at you then, and you stepped forward, grabbing his suit jacket and holding it out for him. You saw it then, the moment it appeared, the quiet resignation in his eyes, and you hated it. It burned, slipping down your throat to nestle in your chest, hot and bright and blinding, and you shifted.

“Maybe…”

You cleared your throat.

“Maybe we could stay in tonight. Dust off those old West Wing dvd’s, huh?”

You were floating, drifting, a million miles away, and then he smiled, and you felt it, the shift in your chest, like everything had aligned, right here and now, in this perfect moment. He smiled at you, and you wondered when it started to feel like coming home.

———————————–

From: Lin

SOS

Your phone dinged from across the room, chirping softly in the darkness. You sat up blearily rubbing your eyes.

To: Lin

Seriously? What’s wrong with this one?? I went to BED.

It took a moment for him to reply, and your eyes fluttered close, relishing the silence, before-

Two chirps, the sound echoing in the quiet of your bedroom. You groaned.

From: Lin

It’s like ten o'clock, why are you asleep.

From: Lin

Whatever, I need you to get me out of here.

You let out a low moan, cursing life, before you stumbled out of bed, hands fumbling in the darkness for a sweater.

To: Lin

I’m on my way.

To: Lin

You owe me. Big time.

———————————–

You pulled up to the restaurant, rubbing your eyes tiredly, before you stepped out of the car, shuffling into the darkness. The wind bit at you, sharp and cool, and you tugged your sweater around you tightly, wrapping your arms around your waist before you stepped inside.

Moaning at the sudden warmth, you scanned the room, arms dropping back to your sides, before you spotted him.

Oh, god, poor Lin. He looks miserable.

Your eyes catch on his frame, tracing his silhouette, before you shake your head, feet dragging you towards their table.

“What the fuck, Lin?”

The words roll off your tongue, sharp and angry, and you hardly have to dredge up any heat before you’re tense, shoulders pulled tight and back ramrod straight. Something about the sight of him, body curled around her like that, tucked close in the same side of the booth, sets your blood boiling.

“Hey, what are you-”

You turn to the girl then, gaze sharp as she watches you, wide eyed and beautiful, and if that doesn’t just make what you’re about to do so much easier.

“That’s my husband, you bitch.”

The words seem to fall from your lips before you can think, and you grab Lin’s arm.

“Oh my god, I had no idea, I-”

“Of course you didn’t. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You caught sight of him then, face red, lip between his teeth as he tried desperately to hold in his laughter, and you feel your lips twitch.

Laughing time later, you remind yourself. Lin needs you.

“Get the fuck out of here,” you say, voice cold, arm shooting out to gesture at the door as the other curled loosely around Lin’s wrist.

She scurried from the booth faster than you had thought humanly possible, eyes to the floor, and then she’s gone, slipping into the night without a glance behind her.

You plop into the seat beside Lin, grabbing a french fry off his plate.

“So. Whatcha wanna do now?”

———————————–

Good things don’t last forever.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Lin swallowed, voice thick with confusion.

“This one… wasn’t so bad?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, and you took a deep breath, inhaling shakily through your nose.

“She, uh. She was nice,” he continued, “Funny. I had a good time.”

“That’s. That’s great!”

You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Jesus, you wanted this. You thought you wanted this, why don’t you want this?

“Are you… gonna go out with her again?”

Your voice shook then, just slightly, wavering for half a second, and you wanted to slap yourself. God, get it together. You wanted this.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Just peachy!”

You wanted this, you wanted this you wanted thi-

“Tell me not to.”

When he speaks, his voice shakes too, low and desperate, and it’s the same face that begged you not to make him leave, that holds you when you cry, that shows up at three a.m. when you can’t sleep with a Kanye CD, declares an “emergency dance party”, makes you dance till you cant anymore, till your limbs go shaky and your breath turns ragged.

You squinted, eyebrows pulling together as you peered at him, standing in the kitchen with bare feet and tousled hair, and you can’t help but think you’ve never been more in love with him.

Oh.

“Tell me not to.”

You stared on, his voice tinny in your ears, eyes trained on the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. Has he always been this beautiful?

“Give me a reason to stay.”

It’s soft when he says it, voice cracking in the middle, both hands fisted in his pockets, but you hear all the things he isn’t saying, things he’s never said, and then you’re crossing the kitchen in two long strides before he can blink, hands reaching forward to fist in his hair, and your mouth is on his, and he isn’t kissing you, he isn’t kissing you back, oh god, why isn’t he-

He’s crying.

Oh.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe he has said it before. Maybe you just never heard.

“I love you,” you say, softly, and you reach forward to brush your lips against his cheek.

“I love you.”

You don’t leave an inch untouched, the freckle on his nose, the hollow of his throat, the crinkle of his eye.

“I love you.”

His ear, his collarbones, the corner of his lips catch on yours, and you’re breathless, dizzy, drunk on exhilaration and too many kisses.

“I love you.”

It’s not you who speaks this time. He’s still crying, but it’s quiet, beautiful, and his mouth is stretched wide, teeth showing through, and you want to kiss him again.

God, do you want to kiss him again.

So you do.

Then one more time. For good measure.

… Maybe you were wrong

Maybe, all along, this is what you really wanted.

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

MIRRORS. | M

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut/Angst + Vampire!Taehyung

Warnings: blood play, graphic depictions of death/violence/murder, suicidal thoughts/depression

Word Count: 7,734

Description: The red tint of his eyes were laced with a deadness that perfectly reflected your own. The familiarity kept you returning to him over and over again, you thought that maybe it was just so you could have someone who understood all of the pain. 

A/N: This scenario was inspired by the lyrics from “Mirrors” by PVRIS

NOTE [!]: this was originally supposed to be multiple parts, but i’ve realized that i just don’t think i’ll ever find the motivation to come back and finish this, sorry guys :// i deleted the ending, so now it seems like there’s at least semi-closure at the end (even if the ending isn’t the best) instead of leaving you guys off with that god awful cliffhanger from before. 

cr.


You watched the fragmented colors of orange and red reflect off of the clouds as the sun started to descend below the horizon. The light fall breeze whipped through your hair carrying the invisible scent of your body down into the quickly approaching night life of the city; that gust of air might as well have been a bullet to your head.

They were already stirring. You watched from the rooftop as the citizens ran into their homes, windows were being barred, and the streetlamps suddenly erupted as they prepared to become spotlights for the unlucky; for you.

You looked out at your city one last time, the vantage point of the roof giving you a complete view of the entirety of it all. The corner of your mouth crept into a smile as you said a final goodbye to the miles of spread out land that held all of the beautiful and heart breaking memories from your past twenty years of life.

By the time you made it down the five flights of stairs, and opened the door that led into a dimly lit alleyway, darkness had already imposed itself upon the sky. Even though you had completely accepted the consequences of what you were doing tonight, it still didn’t stop the pang of fear that coursed through your body at the sight of the pitch black scene above you. It was a sight you’d only seen a handful of times in your life, and the memories that accompanied it made you tremble with anxiety.

Shrill screams, blood, maniacal laughter, desperation.

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Imagine Chris attending your graduation.

A/N: Back at it with more of the Chris Evans Mini-Series Spin-off! This is Part 1 of Chapter 4 which is called ‘Miss Graduate’. And as always, it’s just fluff, fluff, and more fluff. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and 'She Said Yes’ - Masterlist) Enjoooooy 😁❤️

You stood in front of your mirror in your graduation cap and gown, smiling at yourself with great pride. You couldn’t believe it, the day was finally here. You’d made it through hell and high water, but you were finally graduating. You lifted your head to keep the welling tears in your eyes; you did not want to ruin your makeup before you even got to the ceremony.

Chris poked his head into your room and immediately smiled when he saw you. To say he was proud of his girl was an understatement, as he was more than just proud of you. He wished he could tell you what he thought, but there were simply no words to express how he felt seeing you in that graduation cap and gown. The feeling was mutual when you went to his Broadway debut, to his 'Avengers: Infinity War’ premieres, basically to anything that involved showcasing his undeniable talent. There was a sense of excitement, and pride, and adoration; just a huge mess of positive emotions. Now Chris wasn’t only feeling all that because you’d achieved something amazing, it was also because your graduation meant you were soon to move in with, and eventually marry him. Those two things were something he’d been dreaming of since he’d met and fell in-love with you; with his beautiful, talented, and perfect other half.

You spotted Chris in the mirror and smiled. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, “you look very dignified.” You chuckled as you turned, shooting him a quick wink. “You ready to go? 'Cause Ava is, she’s downstairs in the car with Seb.”

Yes, your best friend was graduating alongside you, top of her class whereas you came third in yours. Ava was a year younger than you, but you’d gone into university at the same time due to your gap year. You were glad to have taken that gap year, as you couldn’t have imagined doing that wild ride without her. She was like a substitute for your mom, who you were thick as thieves with. She reassured you, kept your grounded, read your work and gave you honest reviews, took care of you, and showered you with endless love and positive vibes. Ava was pretty much your sister from another mother, and your mother’s second daughter; she was your family. So as excited as you were to move in with Chris, it was going to be heartbreaking to leave the apartment you shared with Ava for three years. You were going to miss seeing her face every morning and every night, though she swore she was going to hang around your new home so much Chris would think she’d moved in too.

Speaking of Ava, her and Sebastian were now officially a couple- hence why he was attending the graduation ceremony. After that dinner at Chris’- where their obvious chemistry could not be ignored- they casually dated for a little while, doing a little bit of a long distance thing as Sebastian had to go back to New York after his shoot. But when he was in Los Angeles, or when he invited her to New York- they went on dinner dates and movie nights and short romantic getaways in and around Los Angeles and New York. It was always superbly romantic and Ava would always return home with a huge smile on her face. It was fairly obvious they both wanted something more, but were afraid to jump too quickly as they didn’t want to get hurt or hurt the other person. So they tested the waters, took things incredibly slow to see if things between them was something that could last them a lifetime. They were insufferable, but a little less than you and Chris were considering they were actually dating. Six months after their first proper date, they announced that they were officially a couple. Sebastian posted about her on Instagram, they trended on the World Wide Web, and you and Chris popped the champagne.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You walked over to the left side of your bed- the side where Chris usually slept when he slept over. “There’s something I want to give you before we go.” You took off your heels before you got on your hands and knees, searching under your bed for your secret box of secret things. Chris watched you curiously, pushing his weight off the door frame and onto his feet. “I’ve been working on it before you even knew I existed, I just didn’t know how I was going to give it to you.”

“You didn’t know how you were going to give something you’ve been hiding under the bed to the man who sleeps in said bed?” He teased and you chuckled, slipping your heels back on as you got back on your feet. “Oh God,” Chris chuckled when he saw what you had in your hand; a leather bound notebook in your favorite color- Tiffany&Co’s signature blue. You held it out for him to take, biting back your smile. “You’re going to make me cry like a fucking baby with this book, aren’t you?”

“Probably,” you nodded and he chuckled, smoothing one hand over the surface of the notebook. “I was going to save it until the night before our wedding, but um- I decided to stick with my original plan instead. You know, the one I had before I knew I was going to end up marrying my idol.” Another low chuckle escaped his throat. “And that was to somehow get it to you on my graduation day, so,” you beckoned your head at the book.

“I shouldn’t start reading it in the car, should I?” He asked.

“Not if you want to look pretty for the pictures,” you shook your head and he cracked a smile, nodding in acknowledgement. “You can read it whenever you want, but I can promise that a cry baby like yourself-” you teased him and he laughed, “you’ll cry when you read it.”

“I’ll save it for when I’m alone then,” he told you, setting the notebook down on the top of your dresser. You watched him as his hand remained on top of the notebook, eyes contemplating whether or not he wanted to read it now. He was curious and it was obvious, but he also took your warning fairly seriously; you were very good at making him cry with your writing. “Why’d you have to give it to me now?” He both groaned and chuckled simultaneously.

“Because I’m a sucker for cliffhangers,” you giggled, drawing a chuckle from him. “Now come on,” you took his hand and pulled him out of the room and away from the notebook. “We’re going to be late for the ceremony. Chris-” he abruptly pulled you back and into his arms, pressing his lips against yours. You felt a smile on his lips and one surface on your own as his hand moved onto your lower back, pressing your body against his. “And what was that for?” You asked when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“I am just so incredibly proud of you,” he told you and both your eyes welled with tears.

“Don’t start with me, Evans.” You chuckled and drew back slightly so you could tilt your head and stop yourself from crying; your makeup may have been waterproof, but there was no way it could survive the crying that came as a result of Chris’ touching words. “We said no crying until we got home, I want to look pretty for the pictures.”

“Lucky for you,” he gently swiped a tear that was rolling down your cheek, “you’re a beautiful cryer.” You chuckled then pecked his lips, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb. “Okay, we should really go 'cause my pants just vibrated.” He patted the pocket where his phone was in, and you tried not to laugh as you teased him.

“Who knew a graduation gown could turn you on so much?”

“Oh God,” he threw his head back, bellowing with laughter. You giggled and pulled away from him, taking his hand and leading him towards the front door. “You know, you should really learn to be more like me and keep the bad jokes to yourself.”

“I should,” you glanced back at him with a smirk, “but where’s the fun in that?”

• • • • • • • •

Chris and Sebastian moved to sit with yours and Ava’s families upon arrival, while the two of you went to join your respective classes. It was insane how many people were there, and how majority of them were as emotional as you were after your chancellor’s speech. The part of his speech that stuck with you the most was, “this is the end of your life as a student and the beginning of your life as a contributor to society. You no longer have your parents, your professors, or your student identity to fall back on. You are an adult now. You are responsible for every action you make, and every reaction you create. So do something extraordinary with your time on this earth, with your existence, and do not- for a second, let anyone or anything decide on your fate because this is your life. Stand up, because it’s time for all of you to set out and conquer the world.”

When applause erupted through the crowd of more than eight thousand people, you found yourself looking for Chris’ face in the sea of people. It was ridiculous because there was no way you would’ve spotted him from where you were, but you tried to anyway because he was the reason you were here and ready to do as your chancellor said.

Ava spotted you scanning the crowd then smiled when she caught your gaze, sharing a nod of pride and acknowledgement with you. Her smile widened when she saw your lips mouthing the words, “I am so proud of you.” To which she mouthed back, “I am so proud of you too,” causing your smile to reach your eyes. You kept your gazes on each other then turned away chuckling softly when you both realized you were making each other cry. You may not have spotted Chris, but you saw your best friend and she, too, was one of the reasons you’d made it. Without her and her constant support, you wouldn’t be sitting there and you sure as hell wouldn’t have believed you deserved to be with Chris.

When all was said and done, you pushed through the sea of students celebrating and crying with their friends and families so you could find yours and do the same. Ava found you before you could find her, throwing her arms around you to give a tight hug as she cried with utter joy. You hugged her back with the same tears of joy streaming down your face, laughing softly at your promise to not cry until you got home. “Congratulations, Ava.” You whispered before you pulled away. “You did it, you graduated.”

“So did you,” she chuckled, brushing her tears away. “And you’re finally getting the life I always knew you’d get, the one you always argued was impossible and unrealistic.” You chuckled when she poked your arm, smiling. “Look at this, I always knew we’d end up here.” She took your left hand and reminded you of the engagement ring Chris had slipped on almost three years ago. “I am so, so happy for you. You are going to do some extraordinary things with your life,” she gently squeezed your elbow, “I just know it.”

“You too, Ava,” you smiled, giving her elbow a gentle squeeze back. “And you are going to make the most beautiful bride one day.” She chuckled softly and dropped her gaze, hiding her reddening cheeks. “He’s going to ask, you know that right?” You tried not to smile when you remembered talking to Sebastian about his plans with your best friend; he was going to marry her, definitely, he was just waiting for the right time. To which you countered with, “there is never a right time, Seb. Just the right person, and Ava’s pretty freaking perfect for you.”

“Let’s focus on your engagement and your wedding first, we don’t want a Bride Wars situation to happen.” She joked and you laughed. “Though I doubt it would, I’d happily let you and Chris have whatever location and date you want.” You smiled and gave your best friend another tight hug.

“Are the two of you going to share that love? 'Cause we’d really like to get in some PG hugs and kisses before we bring you back to your families.” You heard Chris’ voice and smiled, releasing Ava from your arms to turn to your fiancé. “Congratulations, Ava,” he said to her as she walked past him to hug Sebastian. “For you, my love.” He held out a bouquet of red rose and you smiled, taking it from him before you buried yourself in his arms. “Congratulations, sweetheart. I am-” he chuckled to stop himself from crying, “I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you looked up at him and smiled. “Now I’d tell you all about how I wouldn’t have pursued screen writing without you, and how I couldn’t have made it through the last three years without you, but-” you chuckled. “It’s in the notebook and I don’t want to spoil anything for you.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “So I’ll just tell you this instead, though- I’m pretty sure you know this by now.” He nodded before you could say anything. “I love you, Chris Evans. More than I’ll love another being in this lifetime, more than I love Fan fic Chris, and more than I love myself.” He smiled and caressed your face in his hands, ready to dip his head to press his lips against yours. “And I am so ready to move in, marry, and spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

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Part 2A

Thanks To The Charger- Josh Dun

Request- Could you write one where josh and reader have a very soft and cute relationship rhen he proposes can their be slight sex scenes nothing too crazy but just crazy enough and also could you involve tyler in some way ty❤

This didn’t come out exactly how I wanted it to, but……….. hope you enjoy.

“Hey babe what do you say we go on a little date today.” Josh asked walking into your shared bedroom.

“Umm, yeah that sounds good with me, I just have to finish this email and I’ll get ready. Where were you thinking we go?”

“Don’t worry about that. Just dress casual but nice, you know your usual.” he said leaving the room.

Wow was he acting weird. 5 years of dating and you’ve only seen him get like this for our first date, which wasn’t much of a date. You got stuck in a train station in New York due to snow. you was headed to Columbus for my sister’s wedding and he was headed to his family’s house for the holidays. All trains were cancelled for that day but you decided to stick around the station, not knowing much about New York. He did the same. You started talking when he asked if you had a phone charger and when he plugged in the phone with my charger it was at 100%, so you knew he just wanted to talk to me. You had seen him looking at me earlier that day. You started talking about his band and your college and the rest is history. You moved in together 3 years ago in L.A. we both wanted to get away from our gloomy hometowns. You went on tour with him and Tyler most of the time. Going on tour with them was also your job being one of their photographers.

After getting ready for the day you made your way to the car with Josh close by. He seemed more relaxed than earlier but still nervous.

“Are you okay, you seem tense?” you asked.

“Yeah I’m fine.” you knew he was lying but you didn’t push it.

You arrived at a small beach that not many people knew about. You’ve always wanted to go there and take pictures but you never made it down there.

“I know you’ve wanted to come here to take some picture for a while so I thought why not today. I have your camera, a bathing suit, and a picnic in the trunk so we can spend all day here.” he said.

“Aw. this is so sweet. How did you plan this.” you asked when he came around to open your door.

“I’ve been planning a lot. Let’s get down there and have a fun day.” he said grabbing the stuff from the back of the car and leading you to the private place.

“I love you.” you said.

“I love you too. Now go take some amazing pictures.” he handed you your camera and you went off taking picture of anything and everything.

After about a half hour you made it back to where Josh was sitting on a blanket he set out.

“You hungry?” he asked.

You nodded and sat down and gave him a kiss. “Thanks Josh I’ve really wanted to get down here to get pictures.”

“Anything for my love.”

You both sat eating lunch and looking at the pictures that you already had taken. About 20 minutes after eating Josh stood and offered a hand to help you up. You took it and he pulled you into his side.

“Where are we going?” you asked as you started walking with him.

“Let’s get changed, it’s hot out and I wanna go in the water.” he was right it was about 90 degrees and sunny.

Once changed he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“Hey Josh my eyes are up here, not down there.” he blushed and you chuckled.

“Right, sorry. You just look really good today. Not saying you don’t look great everyday but today, something is special.” he said almost hinting at something, but what?

After 5 years of dating he was still embarrassed when you caught him staring at you. It was adorable how much he adored you, but he said from the beginning he would give you the world and that he did. You always came first and you loved him for that.

The water felt refreshing on such a hot day. You and Josh hung out in the water for about a half hour when you decided you wanted to just go lay down in the sun.

He did whatever you wanted that day and it was raising some suspicions. What did he have planned?

You laid with Josh in the sun just talking until it was about 3. It was too hot to be out much longer at the beach so a 4 hour beach trip was fine.

“What do you say we pack up and head back to the car. We can go to that little boardwalk that is really quiet.” Josh suggested.

“Sounds great. I’m just going to take a few more pictures of the scenery then we can go.” you got up and took you camera. When your returned Josh had everything packed and was just waiting for you.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to make you wait.”

“Don’t worry about it. I would wait an eternity for you. You ready?” he asked putting his arm around you shoulder.

After a short car ride to the boardwalk Josh and you began your journey walking. It was a mile walk to the end. There was only one other car was there and it was really quiet and romantic.

“Today was really fun and relaxing.” you said breaking the silence. Josh was back to his awkward self ever since you started the drive here.

“Yeah it has been. I love spending time with you.” he said.

That made you smile. Even though you spent about 98% of your time together, it was always a different type of time while on a date. He always found a way to make you feel special.

You only had a little more ways until the end of the boardwalk when you saw 2 people at the end.

“Maybe we should turn back, I don’t want to ruin those peoples peace.” you said stopping in your tracks. Josh kept pulling you along. “Don’t worry, we won’t be bugging them.” he said with a smile on his lips.

They were just looking over out into the ocean and as you got closer the man turned around and picked something up. You were still a little too far to see, but you could hear that it was a ukelele. The girl turned around and you could see she was filming on a phone. You looked up at Josh who was just smiling like fool as he kept walking with you under his arm that was over your shoulder.

Once only being about 20 feet from the people you realized it was Jenna and Tyler. Tyler was strumming the familiar cord to the song can’t help falling in love.

“Josh what’s going on?” you asked as you stood in front of Tyler who was singing. Josh let go of you and you turned to see him down on one knee opening a little velvet box. Tyler’s voice seemed to fade as all your attention went to Josh. Now it was your turn to be smiling like a fool.

“Y/N, my love, my world, my life. I love you so, so much and I’m not sure why I waited so long to do this and I’m really nervous but I’m gonna do my best I can.” he paused before continuing. “The day I met you in the train station back in New York I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you, I wanted to know you, I wanted to talk to you so badly but all I could do was ask for a dumb charger.” you chuckled thinking back. “It was probably one of the worst moves ever made especially because you caught me lying. I was so glad I got to spent all of that day with you and then the trip to Ohio with you. From the moment I first heard you laugh was when I knew I wanted to be the one to make you laugh for the rest of your life. Your smile brought me so much hope and you saved me from my demons that I was fighting at the time.  Everyday I get to spend with you reminds me of why I love you so much. I love you and want to spend my life with you. Y/N will you marry me?” at this point you were about to cry.

“Yes Josh. Oh my god yes.” you said and he stood engulfing you in a hug. You could hear Tyler and Jenna cheering in the back but your world still seemed to be so focused on Josh that you could barely hear them.

When you pulled away from the hug Josh slipped on the ring. You admired it for a moment before hugging him again and he kissed you.

“Josh it’s so beautiful. Oh my god. I’m so shocked.” you said and Jenna and Tyler approached you.

“So,were you surprised Y/N?” Tyler asked.

“Surprised? She should be more than that. Josh waited 5 years to just propose. I haven’t even known you that long Tyler and we’ve been married for 2 years.” Jenna added. You all laughed at that.

“Well I’m shocked, I didn’t think this was going to happen today, let alone you guys. When did you get here?” you asked Tyler and Jenna.

“Josh asked me to come out to sing the song, he knows it’s your favorite and Josh asked Jenna to help with picking the ring. We’ve been here for the past week and you didn’t know anything.” Tyler said.

After what felt like 2 minute was really 3 hours of enjoying eachothers company, catching up. After watching the sun go down you and Josh said your goodbyes and headed home.

“So did you like my surprises?” Josh asked.

“Like? Try love. This was perfect. I love you Josh. You’re really the best.” you said putting your hand on his leg as he drove.

Once pulling in the driveway you turned and kissed Josh. The kiss grew from a sweet one to one full of passion.

“Let’s go inside.” you said pulling away for air. He nodded and got out and lead you inside.

Once the front door was shut Josh had you up against the wall kissing you again. You pushed him off and took him to the couch. He had a smirk on his face as you pushed him down and straddled his lap.

“Y/N, we should stop before this goes any farther.” Josh said as you made your way down to his neck and grinding down on him with your hips.

“Josh, I know we’ve talked about it and I know you wanted to wait until marriage. Don’t you think we’re close enough to that now?”

“You’re right.” he said lifting you and carrying you to the bedroom as he kissed you some more. “I love you Y/N and I’m ready for this.” he placed you down on the bed and took off his shirt and you did the same.

You two had make out and only ever made it as far as you giving him a blowjob and him fingering you. He wasn’t sure he wanted to make it official until marriage and you totally respected that.

“Josh are you sure, I don’t want to pressure you into something you’ll regret.”

“How could I regret it if it’s with the love of my life. I’m sure Y/N.” he said as he worked off your shorts. He started to suck on your neck and you let out a moan when he reached your spot.

He made his way down to your bra and took it off taking one of your breast in his hand massaging it as he kissed you more. Your hips were moving upward towards him in need of some sort of friction.

“Josh, I can’t wait anymore.” you said.

With that he pulled down his short and they were followed by his boxers. You took off your panties and laid on the bed.

“Fuck you’re so hot baby.” he said as he got back on the bed hovering over you.

He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in until your face of pleasure turned to pain.

“Are you okay? We can stop.”

“No, it’s just I haven’t done this in a really long time. Just go slow.” he did as you asked, moving slowly until you told him you were okay.

“Do you want me to go faster?”

“Yes.”

With that he started meeting his hips with yours.  

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Josh said growing closer to his high.

“Josh, god you’re so big.” you were barely able to speak from his fast, hard movements.

“Y/N, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want me to?”

“It’s okay I’m on the pill. I want to feel you inside me.” with that he thrusted a few more times triggering your orgasm. As your walls clenched around him you felt him spill inside of you.

“Y/N that was amazing.” he said trying to catch his breathe as he laid next to you.

“You’re telling me. God I just fucked Joshua Dun.” you said. You honestly never thought the day would come because it had been 5 years.

He pulled you close and you laid your head in his bare chest.

“You know soon I’ll be able to call you Y/N Dun. God I’m so happy you said yes.”

“I love the sound of that. Of course I said yes. I’ve known you were the one since you asked me for the charger. It was such a bad move on your part, but I loved it.”

He got embarrassed and you hugged him tight. “Don’t judge the charger move, without it were would we be?” he said defending himself and you giggled. “I love you so much Y/N.”

“I love you too Josh.” with that you fell asleep in his arms.

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pairing: evan hansen x reader

word count: 1000

warnings: self harm 

a/n: i was gonna do this w/ connor originally bc i got a request but i saw a really similar one floating around (i think the same person sent the requests hahah) and i DIDNT wanna copy so… here’s this with evan instead??? enjoy & stay safe!!! i love u and my inbox is always open!!! <3 


“I… I s-saw them.”

Evan’s voice is quiet – hushed to a whisper – but you still hear it crack in the middle of his sentence.

“What?” you demand, whirling around. “When?”

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Originally posted by abigayle12000

It all started when your ass of an boyfriend broke up with you when he found out you two were expecting. Then after you had the baby, you couldn’t find a babysitter, meaning you had bring your beautiful baby girl everywhere you went. After nearly two months of carrying your little girl around, you were still having trouble maneuvering everything after doing the groceries. After setting your daughter in the carrier down you moved to get the groceries, but didn’t make it far because she started crying. 

“Shhhhh, baby, it’s okay, mommy’s here. I got you.” You cooed. Reaching down to grab the last two bags of groceries, a voice rang behind you. 

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Scared to Be Lonely | Shawn Mendes Imagine

based on the song ‘Scared to Be Lonely’ by Martin Garrix & Dua Lipa.

Originally posted by your-local-killjoy

i) it was great at the very start.

It was like you could look into his eyes the entire day.

You couldn’t control the stupid grin that formed on your face every time you saw his name appear on the screen of your phone, or how butterflies filled your belly every time his skin touched yours.

You still remembered how his lips felt against yours for the first time; they were warm and the shape felt perfect against your own. You loved how his hands rested on your back and how yours rested on his shoulders while your lips created the most beautiful choreography.

The first time he flew you to one of his concerts was the most exciting thing ever. Your leg had been bouncing up and down the entire flight, and you couldn’t contain the smile on your lips when you finally saw him sitting on the bed of his hotel room, quietly strumming his guitar. You circled your arms around his waist and nothing mattered when you heard his breathy laugh and noticed the huge smile on his face because you were in front of him.

You felt like the most important person in the world when he interlocked your fingers and led you through the huge crowd of fans and paparazzi after one of his concerts. He was tired; his cheeks were flushed and his hands were a bit sweaty, but he still placed his body in front of you to protect you from anything.

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Summary: Jim x Reader x Leonard:  It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for the..best? If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

A/N: Just a little something that could lead to another little something - eventually -maybe. No promises. 

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Let Me Be Your Light ~Phan~

Oneshot. A blind fan meets Dan and Phil and asks them to describe each other, and confessions are made.
Rating: T- quite a few swears oops sorry
Warnings: Mild self-hate. Brief mention of cancer

You are the loveliest people omg xxx reviews are the food of love and I am peckish, so please tell me what you thought!

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“i think you’re afraid to be happy”

pairing: lin x reader

prompt: spin off of Can You Imagine in which Lin goes to college and the reader meets him again three years later

warnings: lil angsty (lol what’s new), swearing, drinking, fluff

words: 2,576

a/n: i liked writing this. lots of love for @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou for helping me on this. okay ily enjoy goodnight xo



The rest of junior year was amazing. Lin was by your side and you had never felt more confident in your life. He made you feel proud of who you were, it was more than you could imagine. Still, you knew it was coming to an end. You knew that in just over a week, Lin would be leaving for early registration at Wesleyan University, and two months later, you would be back in Hunters College High School for another year. But if there was one thing you knew, it was that you couldn’t hold him back. Not after everything he had helped you become, especially then. That being said, you knew you would have to break up. 

You were letting yourself wallow for a moment longer, before you were put out of your thoughts to see your boyfriend - you loved saying that - standing there, a bouquet of Gerber daisies in his hands.

“Lin,” you gushed as he handed you the flowers.

“Happy eight months,” he laughed a little. A smile graced your lips as you leaned forward to kiss him (something the two of you did rather frequently after the play). Lin met your lips before pulling back, a thought already on his tongue.

“I wanted to ask if you want to come over for dinner on Sunday? My mom is inviting a bunch of family as a going away thing and I want you to be there,” He said. His eyes were light today, like the late June sun was shining through him. You ignored the small break you felt in your heart, and rather nodded.

“Yeah, what’s your mom making?” 

Lin shrugged, taking your freed hand as you put the daisies in your locker, “Probably tacos or something that everyone will eat.”

You turned to him, slowing your pace, “You know I’m so proud of you, right?” A small smile formed on Lin’s lips, nodding slightly.

“I know,” he said as he started walking towards his last ever homeroom.


The next week with Lin seemed to be on fast forward - like you were missing small moments with him; like the world was traveling too quickly for you to catch up. 

When Sunday came around, Lin’s mother greeted you with a giant hug, only to be pushed away by his father. You laughed as Lin grumbled something like, “she’s my girlfriend, guys.” 

Tonight was the night. You had thought about doing it a few days before, but knew couldn’t bring your heart to say the words. He knew, didn’t he? That he wasn’t taking you to college? That he deserved to go and have fun and live his dream?

You pushed down your emotions, hugging Lin tighter than usual. 

Dinner was delicious, not that you were surprised. Even after, however, the house was noisy: cousins running, uncles drinking, mothers laughing. Regardless, all you could focus on was Lin. When you were with him, he had this effect on people, where he would make it seem like you were the most important person in the world. And tonight, it was wonderful to see everyone else doing it for him.

You were sitting on the couch talking to his sister when Lin excused himself and dragged you with him.

It was dark by now. Lin had taken you out back where a small porch swing sat. Pulling you down next to him, he wrapped his arms around you. You sighed, savoring this moment with him, knowing it would probably be the last.

He put soft kisses on your temples, smiling when he saw you start to blush.

“I miss you already,” he said into your hair. 

You let out a sigh, “You’re going to have so much fun and do amazing things and I cannot wait to - “ You couldn’t keep going. You couldn’t tell him how you wanted to be a part of his life and hear about his adventures and God forbid, still love him.

“Y/N?” He asked, his voice laced with concern. You only shook your head.

“I’ll miss you too,” you sighed.

Lin tightened his grip slightly, “The way you’re talking, it sounds like this conversation is going to end is goodbye.”

You didn’t respond, knowing that if you did, your voice would break. 

“This isn’t going to end in goodbye, right?” 

Silence. You felt the tears pool in your eyes.

“Right?” 

You detangled yourself from his arms so that you could look at him. The way he looked, he practically had his heart on his sleeve and you might as well had been stepping on it. 

“I’m not going to college with you,” you said softly. “I’m not going to hold you back.”

“Who says you’ll hold me -”

“I do. And I know you won’t admit it but I think you do too.” Lin looked broken. God, you sucked. You sucked really bad. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the pain out of him and make him smile again.

His eyes were searching your face for something you didn’t know.

“I should go,” you whispered, starting to stand. 

“Wait,” Lin said, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the swing. “Stay. For me.”

“Lin -”

“Just for a little. Please,” he whispered, his voice cracking. 

So you did. The two of you together. He held you. And that was enough.

Lin left for college the next morning. You watched him drive off with his mom, hugging her tightly as she started to cry. 

And God, it hurt.


three years later

You had done well. You graduated third in your class with a full ride to NYU. You tried not to think of Lin. Every once in a while you would receive a text about a show he would be in or on holidays, but it was… good. The both of you took your time and distanced yourself from the pain.

You especially. You dated, but nothing serious. Not that there was anyone you’d want to be serious with - it was mostly just flings and hookups. Sometimes you questioned if it was okay; living life so differently from that of high school. But wasn’t that what college was about? Then again, maybe it was because you didn’t want to feel like that again. You didn’t want to feel so damn helpless.

You were on your way home from college and filling the two hour drive with an old playlist you had found. When you got stuck in traffic, you looked down at your phone to see what the playlist was. In bold letters, you saw: I love you (Playlist). Lin had made this one for you after about four months of dating. It was really cheesy but nonetheless had awesome music. So you kept it on.

It was two days until Christmas when your mom forced you along to the Smith’s Ugly Sweater party. You tugged your grandmothers sweater on before following your mother out of the house.

The party was sweet. Everyone loved asking about your major and how sophomore year was going. Especially the elderly. They could talk. You thought you might never escape when a someone bumped into you, nearly spilling your drink. A pair of hands flushed to your hips to steady you, apologizing profusely.

Lin.

You gasped slightly, looking him up and down before throwing your arms around his neck. He stiffened for a second, but instantly melted into the hug. You could feel his smile. After a moment - probably one too many - you let go and smiled.

“Hi.”

You weren’t expecting to be so comfortable talking to him. You thought it would be awkward and thick and tense but Lin made you feel the same way he always did: important, comfortable, loved. 

You told him about school and he told you about the play he was writing. 

“What’s it called?”

“To be determined,” he laughed. Gosh, you missed that laugh. As if reading your mind, Lin said, “I’ve missed you.”

You grinned, feeling a blush paint your cheeks.

“Do you want to get a cup of coffee sometime?” He asked, half a smile on his lips.

You opened your mouth to say yes, but nothing came out. It was like the three years before had flashed in front of you and all you could remember was the hurt. Not your own hurt so much as the one in his eyes the night you said goodbye.

So you sighed and shook your head, “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you said, trying to sound mature and not like a high school girl embarrassed about her ex boyfriend.

Lin’s brows furrowed, “It’s been three years, Y/N. We can get coffee.”

You nodded, “I know, but…” your voice failed you again. Lin’s bright eyes had gone darker, he looked frustrated.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. You shot him a look to which he immediately fought, “You know what? Whatever. But don’t forget - you broke up with me.”

“Lin! That has -” you paused, realizing your now raised voice, “That has nothing to do with it.”

“Really, Y/N? Then why else?” He crossed his arms over his ugly snowman sweater, scowling at your inability to form a response.

“I’m not doing this.” You finally said, pushing past him to leave.


Your breakup wasn’t messy. So why now? Why three years later was it suddenly tearing your heart in two again? Why now?

You had formed a text to Lin to apologize, but deleted it quickly, far too stubborn to take the first step. Unfortunately for you, Lin was the same exact way. He had always been too proud to back down first. Still, Lin was in the same spot - clutching his chest, scared that his heart would literally fall out at the drop of a pin. 

You didn’t see him again until New Years Eve. It was nearly midnight and you were at a party some friends you graduated with had thrown. You were grinding against some boy, a cup of booze in your hand. You were a little more than tipsy, but that didn’t stop anything from coming back the second Lin walked in the door.

You immediately pried the boy’s arms off your waist, sauntering over towards Lin.

“What are you doing here?” You nearly shouted. You blamed it on the music being too loud, but you knew it was mostly because you were angry.

“It’s a party. i was invited. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Y/N.” He scoffed, moving past you with ease and popping a beer without looking back.

You sighed. God, why couldn’t you just be angry with him? Why did everything he say - no matter how pissy it was - have you in a puddle?

The night continued, Lin up against a red head when the clock struck midnight, kissing her with a passion you faintly remembered.

You tried to push it down. You tried to ignore it, but the second you felt the tears prick, you were out. You practically ran to the roof of the apartment, ready to scream or yell or just be alone. Anything to get you away from that. Anything to get you away from him.

Lin saw you leave, pushing the ginger away and immediately following you up the stairs. God forbid something were to happen to you, or someone took advantage of you, or anything - Lin couldn’t live with himself if he knew he could’ve stopped it. 

He saw you walk towards the railing, pausing before screaming so loud he jumped. He could hear you crystal clear despite the dozens of parties running through the city.

He waiting a second more before walking towards you. You were sitting on a bench, your head in your hands with your hair falling all over the place.

“Y/N?” He asked tentatively.

“I just want to be alone,” you tried, your voice breaking at the end.

Lin ignored this, taking a step closer, “Is everything alright?” 

Your head snapped up, realizing it was him speaking. You looked at him for a second before squeezing your eyes shut. He wasn’t going to see you cry.

You forced a smile on your face, “Yeah, just needed some air.” 

Disregarding this, he took a final step towards you, “What’s going on?”

“We were good, right?” You mindlessly blurted out. Before you could stop yourself, you added, “Like, I know ‘high school love’ isn’t supposed to last, but we were good… right?”

Lin’s face hardened again, “Not supposed to last?”

“That’s not what - “

“No, I think it is what you meant, Y/N. I think that you knew I was a temporary toy for you.” He was getting angry.

“Well, no! Lin, that’s not - ugh! Just… relationships aren’t worth it. We clearly didn’t work so I don’t know what -”

“You know what I think?”

You rolled your eyes at his interruption, “Oh please, Lin. Tell me what you think. Because obviously my life depends on your opinion,” you sneered.

Lin rolled his eyes, “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m ridiculous? You can’t have a conversation without freaking out on me!” You were standing now, the pair of you screaming at one another.

Lin ran a hand through his hair, “This is exhausting! I  - ugh!” He was pacing. Then he stopped, pointing at you and walking quickly closer, “I think that you’re afraid to be happy. I think,” he was searching for the right words, “I think that you’re so, so damn proud that you can’t accept the fact that someone - that anyone - could love you.” He was gesturing mindlessly, hoping to make sense.

You stood there, “You have no idea what I think.”

“No, I think I do,” he shot back quickly. “I think that you refuse to let yourself love again because you’re terrified of -” he took a breath, his voice softer, “Of losing someone again.”

You didn’t stop the angry tears from running down your face, “You don’t know what you’re talking about -”

“God, Y/N! I, dammit! Yes, I do. Because I’m fucking in love with you and all you can do - God! - all you can do is say no.”

You clenched your teeth and shook your head, the tears falling freely, “I refuse to let myself feel like that again. I won’t do it. I won’t hurt you again. Because, God - I can’t. I can’t do it again,” you snapped through clenched teeth. 

Lin looked at you for a beat. His face looked the same way he did when you said goodbye. This time, however, his eyes had a fire in them. And that fire fueled you the second he rushed forward, pressing his lips to yours. Your hands instinctively fled the back of his neck, pulling him flush again you. His hands grubbed your waist so tight your dress bunched. His lips moved smoothly against yours, confident that he had made the right decision. One of his hands left your hips and grazed your cheek. He was wiping your tears away. Pulling back gently, breathing ragged, Lin squeezed his eyes shut. His hand was cool against your hot tears, wiping them gently.

“I’m so in love with you. And I’m sorry if you can’t accept that or don’t love me back or -” he was rambling. You quickly silenced him by pressing your mouth to his, burying yourself in his warmth.

“Who said I ever stopped?”