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You Bet [Part 2]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Request(s): A freaking lot

Word Count: 3233… too long I hate it

Song: Shook Me All Night Long by ACDC for no reason other than I love that song

Summary: Steve is awfully distracted by your getup for helping out at the Snow Ball

Warning(s): Smut (duh), Swearing (have you met me), arguing (Nancy and the reader), Jonathan being the coolest, Dustin being a little shit, this is really basic honestly it’s pretty bad

Author’s Note: IT’S HERE! FUCKING FINALLY! THIS HAS BEEN DONE FOR LIKE A WEEK I JUST HAVEN’T GOTTEN AROUND TO POSTING! I’M SO SORRY! Anyway, this probably isn’t that amazing but it could be worse i’m somewhat okay with how it turned out

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Petplay - Kinks pt. 1

Yoongi x reader

genre: Petplay, dom!yoongi, smut

word count: 3.1k

thanks to @lonely-kitten-named-bambi ‘s weird past for the idea! ( @joon-chaos )

It’s a series for every memeber and their kinks I think they have. The first one is dedicated to Min Yoongi and a petplay kink. Enjoy.

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Leafs Group Chat after the 'I Am Auston Matthews' video
  • Connor Carrick: Auston Matthews was tiny at some point in his
  • Mitch Marner: Did you guys see how cute his little nose was?
  • Nazem Kadri: @Auston You were so cute...what happened?
  • Morgan Rielly: Jake actually teared up.
  • Connor Brown: Those work-out we get it you lift bro
  • Auston Matthews: I hate all of you.
Bad Match Part 15

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 3.8k(+)

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluffy, jealous, self-loathing.

A/N: Here we are again!  I had a lot of fun writing this one, I hope you guys like it. Come talk to me about it, please, it’s the best part of writing.

Series Masterlist

Part 1/Part 14/ Part 15/ Part 16 (coming soon).


“I’ll make you accept the truth, Y/N. I know, for some twisted reason, your mind doesn’t let you see how things really are, but I’ll show you.” He never took his worshiping eyes from yours while he said the words that you were fighting to not believe.

“Bucky…” you whispered. What he was saying and his gaze became too much and you finally averted your eyes to the floor, struggling to get some air.

You were incapable of taking a step back and your arms slowly dropped to your sides when he cupped your chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting your head to look back at him, leaning even closer to you.

“You’re my mission, doll. The most important one to me. So, no, I don’t plan on abandoning it.”

Part 15

His face kept getting closer and closer and closer…

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Presley series! Find other parts Here!

You had been nauseous.

That’s when you first thought of the possibility, but it still wasn’t time for you to have your period, so you didn’t think much about it. 

But when your time came and went and you still hadn’t, that’s when you got a test.

You weren’t sure if you should tell Shawn you were taking a test. Would he be disappointed if it said no. Or, would he be disappointed if it said yes. 

This was scary, the last time you went through this you were alone, and you didn’t want that to happen again. It was hard enough the first time, but now with Presley, it was almost impossible.

So you took the test without him. 

With shaky hands you peed on the stick, capping the end when you finished. You ‘bout dropped the damn thing when you set it on the counter, your hands were shaking so much.

You proceeded to get up and wash your hands after flushing. You thought the two minutes the first time you ever took a test was long, this time it felt like it was taking years for a fucking minute to pass.

The the timer beeped. 

You gulped, and rubbed your face as you walked to the counter. You slowly took the stick and made yourself look at the answer. 

Holy shit.

You are pregnant.

It’s been a week since you found out. Shawn has just gotten home from a small trip to LA. He’s recording what he’s calling your album. 

Everything is about you. The songs, the purpose, the muse. Everything.

You had gone over every way you could tell him in your head. You could do some cute, tumblr worthy reveal but that’s not your relationship with Shawn. 

It’s more of a personal, between just you too. 

So that’s how your gonna do it, when your alone. 

“Hey wife.” He grins walking in the bedroom, Presley on his hip. He sets his bag down and walks to you. You smile, and it’s hitting you hard. 

You’re having his baby.

“Hey.” You say, trying not to get tearful.

Damn hormones.

He leans down and kisses you. You lean up on your toes to reach him better and pull away remembering that he’s holding Presley. 

“Did you do something new?” He asks staring at you.


“I don’t know, you are just glowing.” He says, smile playing on his lips. 

“Presley, can you go get your jamas on?” You ask, looking over at her. 

Really you just wanted to get her out of the room so you could tell Shawn. He’s been home less than 10 minutes and you already can’t keep it from him.

“And brush your teeth and I’ll meet you for your bedtime story.” Shawn agrees, setting he down. She runs off to her room, closing her door. 

Shawn starts to walk to his bag but you catch his hand. He looks over at you confused as you pull him to the bathroom.

“What?” He asks as you sit him in the toilet lid. 

“I need to show you something.” You say, opening the top drawer and pulling out the positive pregnancy test. You hand it to him and wait to see his reaction.

“What is this?” He asks looking from you to him. He looks so confused but then it’s like it hits him. “Wait.” He looks up at your smiling face. He looks back at the test and then you again. “The two lines means positive right?” 

“Yeah Shawn, it’s positive.”

“Holy shit.”

You laugh and say, “That’s what I said.”

“You are really pregnant?”

“Yeah.” You rub your still flat tummy. He smiles wide, his large hand finding your stomach. 

“Come here.” He says pulling you to him by your hips. You stand in front of him, belly to his face. He smiles as you caress his face. “Hey Munchkin.” His hands rub your belly. “It’s your Dad.” You feel yourself tear up. “I love you so much, and I’m gonna be here for you whatever you need. Just do me a favor okay, just be nice to your mom while your in there.” He peers up at you. His face falters when he sees you crying, making him rise and take you into his strong arms.

“I’m okay, it’s just my hormones.”

“Oh okay, but these are good tears right?”

“The best.” You giggle. 

“So Presley, you know when I asked if you wanted a brother or a sister?” You ask one night, deciding on a whim that it’s time to tell her. Shawn looks up from his phone and she looks up from her drawing.

“Yeah.” She says nodding.

“What would you think if you were going to get one?”


“No.” You laugh. “In about 7 months.” 

“Can it be a sister?” 

“Maybe, but it might be a brother.” You say.

“Where does it come from?” She asks confused.

“It’s in Mommy’s tummy.” Shawn answers.

“Did you eat it?” She’s really confused now. You and Shawn both laugh at her question.

“No, I didn’t eat it. We have so much love in our family that we made a baby, and it’s in Mommy’s tummy and will come out when it’s big enough to be here with us.”

“Oh, so not for a while.” 

“Yeah.” You both nod.  

Shawn’s away for a meeting in New York, he’s also on a Talk Show and then Jimmy Fallon.

iMessage from Husband: Baby check up please.

iMessage to Husband: What does that mean?

iMessage from Husband: Send me proof my baby and babygirl are all good. 

iMessage to Husband: All good Love.

iMessage from Husband: God I love you, keep my Munchkin safe.

iMessage to Husband: Your Munchkin is safe, promise. 

You don’t hear from him after that, knowing he was on Fallon tonight you knew he was busy. You stay up late to watch him and get a notification from Instagram. 

shawnmendes has posted a picture

You open the app and wait for the picture to load, you gasp when you see what he’s posted. 

@ shawnmendes: October 4th 2021

You’re eyes go wide, he just told the world you were pregnant. 

You go to call him but then he walks out on stage on Fallon. His phone goes to voicemail, and your eyes narrow on him on the screen in front of him. 

“Hey man!” Fallon starts. 

They talk about his music, and new music videos. You’ve tried to call Andrew, Geoff and Brian ready to rip someones head off, but no one is answering their phone. 

“So I’m hearing that you shared an interesting picture before you came out here.”

“I did.” He nods. The picture shows in the background and he blushes as he looks back at it.

“Care to explain.” 

“I mean, what is there to explain.”

“Are you and your wife pregnant?” 

“I mean, what do you think?” He chuckles.

“How’s the wife taking the excitement.” 

“I’m sure she’s pissed at me, she didn’t know I was posting that.”

“Oh, yeah I’m sure your phone is blowing up.”

“It is.” He nods. 


“Extremely. This is number two for us, but so exciting.”

Holy shit he’s about to spill about Presley too.


“Um” He’s caught himself, realized what he just did. “Yeah, we’ve got a little one.”

“Since when?”

“Five years ago.” He laughs uncomfortably, knows he’s dead once he’s off that stage.

“Wow, I think that deserves a commercial break.”

The second a commercial comes on you are calling again.

“Hey.” He answers, he’s wary.

“Shawn? What the fuck, you just told about Presley and Munchkin.”

“I know, Munchkin was planned, she was not.”

“What the fuck?”

“Hey don’t use that language around my Munchkin.”

“Shawn, I am not in a joking mood right now. You didn’t even discuss this with me.”

“I know and I’m sorry but I couldn’t wait anymore, I had to post.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

“How are you?”

“A little pissed off and craving a burger.”

“A burger?”

“Yeah and fries and a chocolate milkshake.” 

“Hey I have to go back on, but I’ll talk to you after?”

“Yeah, don’t spill anymore personal secrets.”

“Promise” He says before the line goes dead.

You are drifting off to sleep on the couch, Shawn’s interview over, A knock sounds on the door and you jump awake. You walk to the door, grabbing Shawn’s flannel and pulling it on over your tank top. You look out the window and see Matt standing on your porch.

“Matt?” You ask opening the door for him.

“Hi.” He smiles, sleep thick in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been sent with food.” He says holding a brown bag that smells of fries. “Also a milkshake.”

“Did he really send you to get me food?”

“Yeah, said it was part of an apology.”

“Awe.” You sigh.

“Here.” He hands you the food. 

“Do you want like coffee or something for the road?”

“Nah, thanks tho.”

“Thanks Matt, you didn’t have too.”

“He loves you, and I know he spilled the beans without telling you but don’t be too mad. He’s just excited. He literally ran around the whole arena after your first appointment, showing the picture to everyone.”

“He did?” 

“He’s just so excited, and when he’s excited he can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“I know.”

“Alright, I’m gonna go. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks Matt.” You wave as he walks down the driveway to his car.

iMessage to Husband: Thanks for the burger, fries and milkshake. I love you Baby. Love that you’re my Munchkins Dad.

“Hey Baby.” Shawn smiles as you walk out of the bathroom.

“Morning.” You smile at him. He grins back, loving your energy.

“Wait stop, I want a picture. You look so good there.” He says taking his phone out. He snaps a few pictures, telling you how hot you look and how much he loves you.

“Did you get your picture?” 

“Yeah come take a look.”

“Damn my wife is beautiful.” He smiles as he looks at the picture. 

“Shh.” You blush pushing his face to the side. He grins and kisses you, hands on your stomach. 

“My munchkin is getting so big.” He whispers looking down at his hands that hold your stomach.

“I know, he can’t get much bigger. I’ll be a whale.”

“Shh.” He hushes you. “You won’t be a whale, you’ll be my smoking hot wife that’s carrying my Munchkin.”

“You know, we found out it was a boy and we decided on a name, you can call him Raul now.”

“But he’s my Munchkin, been calling him that since day one.”

“I know.”

“So yeah, I’ve got my Raul, but Raul is my Munchkin.”

“I hope he looks like you.” 


He was nominated for a Grammy. 

Although no one wanted to talk about his music, they just wanted to talk about you and Raul. 

They were dying to find out a sex, and a name. You both had decided that that was personal and that you wanted to keep that to yourself, you’re family didn’t even know. Not even Presley. 

“You look incredible.” He whispers in your ear, whiskey on his breath.

“Thanks Babe, you’re killing me in that shirt” 

“I know I am, but you’re wearing that dress, so?” He grins. 

“Shawn.” You whine quietly, catching his gaze that had moved back to the awards. “I want you.”


“I want you.” 


You couldn’t help it. With your hormones and him in his white button up and fluffy curls. You were needy and horny and needed him.


“I mean, I’m not gonna say no to that. Where?”


“Get the fuck up.” He growls in your ear. 

The locks behind you and it gets a little steamy during your time in the bathroom. He’s smiling at you like a mad man when he buttons his shirt back up. You’re fixing yourself in the mirror, making sure you’re good to go. 

“Stop smiling like you just got lucky.” You tease as he can’t stop smirking.

“But I did just get lucky.” He says kissing your cheek. You giggle and have him zip up your dress again. 

“Take a picture with me.” You say catching his hand as he tries to leave.

“We literally just had sex and now you want a picture.”

“Pregnancy update.” You shrug. “We’ll hide your ‘just fucked’ face.” You say grabbing your phone. He laughs at your comment and stands next you, grabbing his whiskey. You snap a few pictures and then head back out to your seats. 

He didn’t win, but he’s honored he was nominated. He makes a post anyway, as she falls asleep against his shoulder on the couch. He got her heels off and she begged to cuddle before bed, and he couldn’t say no as she pleaded with her puppy dog look. 

@ shawnmendes: Who needs a Grammy when you have a Trophy Wife.

Time for your maternity pictures. 

Shawn is recording so he couldn’t make it, but Presley could. She promised to step in and take pictures with her Mom since he couldn’t be there.

They were almost finished when you asked to take one on your phone to send to Shawn.

iMessage to Husband: She did great filling in today. Munchkin looked good.

iMessage from Husband: God I am so lucky, my family is the most beautiful one out there, swear to god. 

@ shawnmendes: October 2nd 2021, Raul Issac Mendes. 

We thank you for the love and support. Mom and Son are perfect. My Munchkin made it two days before he was due, had a speedy delivery and came in at 8 pounds 20 inches. So glad my Munchkin is here. I couldn’t be happier to have this family. 

For my little girl, I hope you know that I love you to the moon and back. That I’ll always be here for you and I’ll always believe in you. 

For my Wife, I hope you know that I love you, forever and always. You gave me a family that I can’t ever repay you for, but I hope that my being there and support can be start to. I love you more everyday and you are so beautiful, that I love looking at you.

And now, for my Boy. You are so loved, and gonna be so spoiled. I love and am gonna protect you. You’re my boy and I can’t wait to watch you grow.

 We may be even in the house with two boys and two girls, but our girls come first and they will be protected at all times. I just have an extra set of hands now

Morning Runs, Morning Showers

Summary: Once you had started joining Sam on his morning runs, you learned from the advantages that came with them. Today was another great example of a great advantage for you.

Words: 920

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW Gif below the cut, Oral sex (female receiving), bit of dirty talk

A/N: This is another fic written for @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid ‘s  “Still dirty at 30 challenge” and my gif is below the cut once again :)

Going on morning runs with Sam had its advantages. Not only did you get some movement but you also got to free your head and most of the times, you had some steamy times once you returned from the run.

This time it was no different. Just for the fact that you still felt super energetic, even after running for a good hour. And it seemed like Sam had the same thing on his mind. Neither one of you had said anything when you entered the bathroom together and stripped down.

Though as soon as the two of you were naked, Sam’s big hands landed on your waist, pulling you close to him, leaning down into a deep kiss.

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Stranger Things Fanfic: nos adducere lucem

Summary: What happens when the headlights dim, the shadow leaves, and the gate closes. (a look at what happenens after season 2)

Pairing: Mike/Eleven

Rating: T and Up

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Mike Wheeler looks at his friends as the lights finally dim. He walks closer to the hole they just escaped from, and peeks into the darkness. No otherworldly sounds.

“Holy shit,” Dustin says as Steve’s hand grabs at Mike’s elbow, steadying him.

“She did it,” Mike says with a smile, stepping away from the hole. Then, a dark thought clutched at his chest. Did she sacrifice herself? Again? Is El gone? Was this E.T.?

Mike’s knees buckle from the force of the pressure on his chest. Before he smacks into the dirt, Steve catches him.

“Woah, buddy,” Steve gently sets him on the ground. Faintly, he can hear Dustin, Lucas and Max talking but it’s just white noise. “Did something get you? Are you hurt?”

All he can hear is Steve, but all he can see is El.

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Soft Spot ~Sweet Pea Imagine~

Summary: What if instead of you being ashamed of being in a relationship with Sweet Pea, it’s him?

Author’s Note: Role switch baby! Surprise.

Y/C/N: Your cousin’s name

Originally posted by howtoamuseacoolperson

You were a Northsider but you were proud to be in a relationship with Sweet Pea. Although your parents were Northsiders, you had family in some parts of the South Side of Riverdale. That’s how you both met.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s go inside,” Your cousins said, referring to a bar. 

“Are you sure we’re aloud to be here?” You asked them.

“We’re just going to play some pool. Come on,” Your cousin dragged you inside. 

You all pitched in for a few rounds before going over. You all started to play as some people stared at you guys.

“Yo, is that Sweet Pea?” One of your cousins asked.

“Hey, Sweet Pea!” You stood there awkwardly as they talked to Sweet Pea a little.

“Who’s the Northsider?” He asked.

“This is our cousin, Y/N. She’s cool,” Your cousin introduce you to him.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N,” You smile. 

“I’m Sweet Pea,” He said. 

“Sweet Pea? Interesting name,” You say, tilting your head a bit.

You and Sweet Pea talked for a while. When you had to go back to the North Side, Sweet Pea offered a ride home. 

“Actually Sweet Pea, we need to pick up something at her place,” Your cousin said.

“Thanks for the offer,” You say.

“Do you want to go to Pop’s sometime?” Sweet Pea asked you.

“I’d love that,” You tell him.

That’s how it started. After weeks of talking, you both started to date. Your friends were hesitant about you dating him but you manage to convince them otherwise. However, you never met any of his friends. 

You were with Sweet Pea at the Quarry until you heard a motorcycle roar. Sweet Pea got up and walked over to them. You watched as he walked over to a group of Southside Serpents before talking to them.

“Hey, Sweet Pea, what are you doing?” Fangs asked him.

“Nothing,” Sweet Pea lied.

“Isn’t that Y/C/N’s cousin? The Northsider?” Fangs asked.

“She was here waiting for them but I guess they cancelled last minute. I just saw her here and offered a ride home,” Sweet Pea lied.

Sadly to say, he was a little embarrassed to introduce you to his friends. They expected some Southsider girl who was very outspoken. They expected some girl who wasn’t a Northsider. When you proved to Sweet Pea that you weren’t like the rest of the girls, he fell for you. 

“Oh well, hurry up. We’re going to dunk water on Toni soon,” Fangs told him.

Sweet Pea walked over to you making you smile. 

“Hey, who were they?” You asked him.

“No one. You know, I feel a little tired. How about I take you home  before your parents get upset,” Sweet Pea tells you. 

“Sweet Pea, my parents are okay with me being with you,” You tell him.

“Oh yeah. Well, let’s just go. It’s getting crowded,” Sweet Pea tells you. 

You got up and tried to hold his hand which he just quickly shoved into his pocket. You looked up at him in confusion before walking over to his motorcycle. 

When you went to the Whyte Wyrm to bring back one of Sweet Pea’s flannel he let you borrow, you saw your cousins playing pool.

“Hey guys,” You say before hugging them.

“Hey, Y/N. Visiting Sweet Pea?” One of them asked.

“Yeah. Have you seen him?” You asked.

“Over in the back,” They tell you. You walked over to hear him talking to his friends.

“Dude, are you like dating that Northsider? Y/N, was it? Cause we overheard her cousins talking about her dating you,” One of his friends say.

“I’m not dating her,” You heard Sweet Pea say. You felt a little heart broken about what he said.

“You’re not?”

“I’m just using her. You know,” Sweet Pea said. You walked in and threw the flannel at the back of his head before walking out. 

 You grabbed one of your cousins and dragged them outside. They looked at you in confusion as you walked to their car.

“I need you to drop me off home,” You tell them.

“Now?” They asked.

“Now!” You yell.

You both got inside the car and started the car. You saw Sweet Pea come out and look over at you. You looked away as your cousin drove off. 

“What’s wrong?” They asked you.

“Nothing. I’m not going to the Southside as much anymore,” You mention.

“Why? Did you and Sweet Pea get into a fight?” They asked.

“More like we’re over. Just drop me off home. Please,” You say. 

When you got home, you cried. You sat in the corner of your room and cried. How could he have done that to you? You heard a knock on your window making you look over. You got up to see Sweet Pea on the tree by your window. You opened it but didn’t let him in.

“Can we talk?” He asked you.

“No,” You shook your head at him.

“Y/N, please. Let me explain,” Sweet Pea begged.

“There’s no reason for you to explain to me on what you said. I heard you and you broke my heart. We’re done, Sweet Pea,” You tell him.

“Y/N,” He said heartbroken.

“Just go, Sweet Pea,” You say before closing your window and shutting your blinds. You slid down crying again. 

Sweet Pea stared at your window for a bit before climbing down. He walked over to his motorcycle where Fangs and Toni were waiting for him.

“So?” Toni asked.

“We’re done,” Sweet Pea tells them before getting on his motorcycle and driving off.

Fireproof // Part 8

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

|My Masterlist|  (smut warning)

Summary: Supernatural Half Blood Boarding School AU where students are paired with a human counterpart to help them adapt to the human world outside their supernatural communities.

Back at school, things don’t change much from the long weekend. The two of you are extremely close and make out every chance you can get. In fact, Shawn can’t keep his hands off of you most days. He had all but given up on appearance class because his tail just was not going away anytime soon. There was only so much you could do to help him hide it and he didn’t even want to anymore. Ever since the long weekend Shawn had been much more confident in having it out around the other half bloods and partners. It was like he finally realized that it didn’t matter what everyone else thought. It only mattered what he thought. And you of course.

“Shawn, you have to at least try to pass the test today,” you groan.

Shawn is standing, arms crossed, eyeing you up and down. He didn’t wear the cargo pants today like he was supposed to. He didn’t bring his hoodie like he was supposed to. If he had gotten up when you did, then he would have had both of those things with him. But he didn’t get up when you did. He stayed in bed while you showered and went to breakfast. You suspect he was getting himself off in favor of breakfast because the groaning you heard while in the shower was not his regular “I don’t want to get out of bed” groans.

He wasn’t prepared for the test today at all. Mr. Tempe was bringing in three human ex-partners to assess the student’s progress and they would be graded accordingly. The other students showed up looking every bit as human as their partners and if you didn’t know better, you wouldn’t have been able to tell which of the pairs wasn’t human. Then there was Shawn who strolled into the gym in his goddamned black skinny jeans, tail out. He didn’t even wear a long sleeve shirt to cover the scales on his forearms. “I’ll be fine,” he says with a smirk and you shake your head. He was NOT going to be fine.

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BTS Reaction to: Their girlfriend getting a lot of hate

Anon asked: “Hi there! If requests are still open could u make a reaction of bts dating a muslim girl, and now shes getting alot of hate ?? and maybe if youre comfortable enough, she starts to have suicidal thoughts ?? like your my favourite writer now okay and im gonna have a mental breakdown if u reply to this!!! I LOVE YOU <3”

Author’s note: First of all THANK YOU that really means a lot to me! Second of all I decided to not go for a certain religion because just as with the name things I want everyone to relate to this. I don’t want to limit it to certain things such as names for example. I hope you can understand that. Gifs aren’t mine. x 

Warnings: Mentions of suicidal thoughts. If you’re not comfortable with that please don’t read this. x 

You knew that dating and Idol would come with getting some hate from ‘fans’. Even though the majority of the fandom would eventually warm up to the idea and accept it, there’s always some immature people who feel the need to tell you that you’re not worthy of dating him and that you should kill yourself. This happens in every fandom and you were prepared to get some hate, but you weren’t prepared for this. You always thought sending people you don’t even know hate just because they’re dating someone you like them as well was total bullshit and you still think that up to this day. But when every comment on your social media is filled with negativity it’s not hard to doubt yourself. Doubt if you’re indeed even worthy of dating him. Doubt if you’re indeed ugly and fat. And doubt if you shouldn’t just end it to get rid of all the hate. 

Your boyfriend knew that you got hate and that really hurt him. However, he didn’t know what kind of hate you got. He thought it was just immature stuff like calling you fat and ugly but when he saw that his ‘fans’ told you that you should kill yourself he really started to worry and ran up to your room. Not even knocking on the door before opening it. When he saw you curled up underneath the covers, sobbing uncontrollably he felt his heart break into tiny little pieces. 


Originally posted by seokjins-wings

It would hurt Seokjin that people felt the need to send you hate. They judged your relationship based on what they saw not what it was like in reality. Besides, they didn’t even know you and the things they sent were just really immature stuff. However, Seokjin knew that getting a lot of hate for a certain period of time could really knock someone’s confidence. So he wasn’t surprised when he found you curled up underneath the covers in your bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed as he pulled the covers down enough to gently run his fingers through your hair. He loved his fans but he didn’t approve of them sending this immature stuff just because you were dating him. They didn’t even know you and he was sure that if they did, they’d love you. Seokjin moved you so your head was resting in his lap as he gently stroked your hair, trying to calm you down a little. 

“I’ve read the comments baby. I know what they’re saying to you. Please know that they’re just jealous and that this is absolutely ridiculous. I love you and they should know that. If they feel the need to send you this type of stuff they’re not real fans. I’ll tell them what I think about it tomorrow, okay? Just please know that I’m here for you if you want to talk about it.” 

“So you don’t agree with them?” 

“Of course not Princess. You’re absolutely beautiful and I’ll love you no matter what.” 


Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Yoongi knew hate comments were a part of it and he got used to it after a while. He knew the haters were just jealous and immature people, but that didn’t mean their words didn’t hurt. Yoongi learned how to shrug them off over the years but you didn’t. You hadn’t gotten used to it and figured you never could get used to it. It just really hurt you that people would send you still like that just because you were dating Yoongi. So when you read that you should just go and kill yourself you cracked. You ran up to your room and hid under the covers, sobbing uncontrollably as you let all your sadness out. Yoongi’s heart broke at the sight of you looking so sad. He didn’t expect you to take it so badly so he climbed in bed with you and pulled you against him. Gently running his fingers through your hair as he pressed soft kisses all over your face, kissing away your tears. 

“Why are you so sweet to me? Don’t you agree with them?” 

“Of course not Jagi. They’re just immature people who think sending you hate will get me to break up with you, which isn’t gonna happen.” 

You flashed him a soft smile as you nuzzled your face against his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he rested his chin on top of your head. 

“I’ll never let go of you Jagiya, no matter how much hate they send. I love you.” 

“I love you too Yoongi.” 


Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Tears filled Hoseok’s eyes as he saw you curled up underneath the sheets. He knew getting hate was hard, especially when people told you that you should just kill yourself. Hoseok wanted to make sure that you knew how special you were to him. So he wiped his tears before joining you in bed, straddling your waist and tickling your sides. You whined as you tried to push him off, which obviously didn’t work. You couldn’t help but laugh as he continued attacking your sides. Tickling had always been one of your weaknesses and he knew that. Hoseok felt a lot better seeing you smile and wiped your tears before pressing kisses to your cheeks. You giggled at the feeling as you stared up at him. Your eyes were still showing sadness but there was also another emotion visible, love. 

“Y/N, I know it’s hard but please don’t listen to them. They really don’t know what they’re talking about.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“Because they don’t know you, or us.” 

You sighed in defeat before letting your head fall back against the pillow. Hoseok moved to lay down on top of you as he gently brushed your hair out of your face. 

“Maybe we can do a livestream tomorrow and talk to people about it. I think that could actually help and give people a clear image of what we’re really like together. It will probably stop some of the hate.” 

“You think?” “I’m sure.” 

“Okay, let’s do it.” 


Originally posted by ksjknj

As someone who’s dealt with a lot of hate himself he knew exactly how you were feeling. You know you should just get over it but when you get so much hate every single day it doesn’t take long before you start to believe that what they’re saying is actually true. What he didn’t understand however was why people told you to kill yourself. Was that really all because you were dating him? Namjoon didn’t even want to spend his time on immature people like that and instead focused on making you feel better. He knew you weren’t exactly confident and that this must have only made you more insecure than you already were. So when he saw you hiding underneath the covers he let out a deep sigh before lifting you out of bed. Namjoon knew that laying in bed the entire day would only make you more depressed than you already were. 

So he took you downstairs and sat you down on the couch. He went to the kitchen to make some tea for you before he pulled you close and put on a nice movie. He knew he’d have to talk to you about this eventually but right now didn’t seem like a good time. You were very emotionally unstable and at this point he just wanted to make you feel better, not worse. Once the movie ended you felt a lot better and Namjoon knew that this was a good time to talk to you about it. 

“Maybe I can talk in an interview about it and try to explain to the fans how much I love you? That way they might realize that sending you hate is just stupid and unnecessary.” 

“You’d do that for me?” 

“Of course baby. Anything to make you feel better. Besides I do not tolerate this kind of behavior from them. This is just crazy.”  


Originally posted by professional-fangirling

Jimin knew exactly how you felt when he saw you laying underneath the sheets. People told him to lose weight and when he finally did they said that he should get abs again. It took him a long time to realize that it shouldn’t matter that those people thing, just as long as he’s happy with himself. But he also knew how hard it was to realize that when you got hate comments like that every single day. Let alone when you got hate comments saying that you should just end it. He didn’t understand why people felt the need to do that. If they knew what you were like they’d absolutely love you. He was sure about that. So Jimin tried to come up with a way to let the people know that they should stop sending hate and that he loved you very much. 

Once you had calmed down from your breakdown he pulled you in your lap and snapped a cute photo of you two together before posting it on Twitter. He made sure to add that he loved you dearly and that the people should stop sending hate comments. Surprisingly it worked. After about 5 minutes Jimin saw nothing but love in the comments. A bright smile spread across his face as he showed you the tweets. You felt your heart warm at the sweet comments as happy tears spilled down your cheeks, making him chuckle. 

“Jagiya! I’m trying to cheer you up and now you’re crying again!” 

“I’m sorry! I’m just not used to people saying nice things about me and this is just really sweet. I love you Jimin. So much.” 

“I love you too Y/N. You know that.” 


Originally posted by rapnamu

Taehyung took a deep breath before gently pushing your hair back and climbing on top of you. He removed the covers from your body so he could see you and pressed kisses all over your face and neck, making you giggle. Taehyung felt a lot better seeing you smile again but he knew he had to so something. He simply couldn’t handle seeing you like this more often. Especially when he coudl fix the problem. Just like Namjoon Taehyung would come up with a way to tell the fans how proud he was of your relationship. Seeing you so sad broke his heart and he didn’t want to see you like that every again. So when the interviewer mentioned you Taehyung took that as his chance to clear things up and to tell the fans how happy he was with you. 

“I just want to say that I’m really happy with Y/N and it really hurts me that some people feel the need to send hate to her. I love her so much she doesn’t deserve this. She really is amazing and I wish people could see that.” 

“You’re really happy with her aren’t you?” The interviewer asked, making Taehyung smile brightly. The others laughed at their friend’s behavior as they all looked at him with fond smiles on their faces. 

“I definitely am. She means everything to me and despite all the hate she gets she still manages to see the good in people. I really do admire that in her.” 

“Seems like you two are a great couple!” 

After the interview aired your Instagram page was filled with nothing but love and apologies. You seriously couldn’t thank Taehyung for everything he did for you. 


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jungkook would be hurt that people would sent you stuff like that. He simply didn’t understand why they’d hate on such a sweet and lovely girl like you. Was it really all because you were dating him? He just didn’t get it at all. It broke his heart when he saw you sobbing so he needed to come up with something to make it stop. Jungkook knew that you were in no rational state to talk to people so he sat down next to you, rested your head on his lap as he started Vlive. In the mean time your sobs had quieted down and you were looking up at him. You weren’t sure what he was doing but as soon as he started talking you realized what was going on. 

“Hey everyone. I’m doing this vlive because I’ve noticed that a lot of people send hate comments to my lovely girlfriend for absolutely no reason. If you knew her you’d like her just as much as I do. She means everything to me and I love her so much. It really hurts her to read stuff like that and seeing her so sad really hurts me too. I’m not asking you to support our relationship. All I’m asking is for you to support it. If you’re really my fan you want me to be happy and Y/N makes me happy. Really happy even.” 

He looked down to see you smiling at him with teary eyes. Quickly wiping them before wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Just looking at her makes my heart beat faster. She’s laying on my lap right now if you’re wondering why I’m looking down.” 

You laughed at his words as you moved to sit up. Flashing a smile to the camera and waving. “Hey everyone.” 

The rest of the time was spend talking to the fans online, who were nice in case you were wondering. You really liked the change of events and were happy that Jungkook actually took the time and effort to talk to his fans about it. You really had a great boyfriend. 

Let Me Treat You Right (2/2) *Billy Hargrove x R/ Steve Harrington x R*

Originally posted by xananeedscoffee

Originally posted by bellamybalke

Summary: Steve Harrington x Reader where the last time you talked to Steve and Johnathan (you three + Nancy were really close but you still hang out with Nancy) was defeating the demogorgon for the first time, but you drifted apart bc you started dating Billy and it’s like lowkey a pretty toxic and controlling relationship but Y/N is blind to it and eventually Steve, through Nancy, reveals to you that Billy’s cheating on you and he’s in love with you 
Warnings: Obviously, toxic relationship. 
Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Reader & Mention, suggestion to Steve Harrington x Reader
Written by: @guess-who-cares

I have some really great friends, I’ve been pretty busy with work and writing series that doing requests have been pushed to the back. But, my friends offered to write this request for me and I am forever grateful. - Rosalie

You walked into the gym hoping to find Billy playing basketball with the other guys during free period but he was nowhere in sight. He’s been here every day during free period. He was always on the skins team. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him on the shirts team. But let’s be honest, he did that on purpose. He was built pretty well after all…

“Hey, Jimmy.” You called after he blocked a shot.

“Hey…what’s your name? I’m sorry.”

“(Y/n). Billy’s girlfriend?”

“Oh. Oh! Oh yeah he’s mentioned you. What’s up?” Jimmy asked holding the basketball under his arm. One of his friends stuck up behind him and stole the ball, going off on a breakaway and scoring a basket on the other side. “Aw come on! That doesn’t count! I was distracted!” He motioned back to you.

“Sorry.” You said in a small voice. “Do you know where Billy is?”

“Yeah. He said he was going to the bathroom I think.” Jimmy said turning back to the game.

“Who?” One of his friends asked.

“She wants to know where Billy went.”

“Oh yeah. Yeah he’s taking a long time if you know what I’m saying.” His friend laughed. A wave of realization and hot shame washed over you suddenly.


You found yourself speeding down the hall towards the boy’s restroom. You dropped your books some distance back but you were too concerned with what could be happening to care about that. You ended up crashing into Nancy when you turned the corner.

“Nancy! I’m so sorry!” You said realizing you were out of breath. Nancy placed her hands on your shoulders.

“(Y/n). It’s okay. Why are you so out of breath?”

“Do you know where Billy is?”

“About that…” Nancy said in a calm voice.

“You know where he is?” You asked still in a panic.

“Yes but-”

“Get out of here Harington!” Billy yelled from around the corner, “You’re not king here anymore. And guess what? No one cares what you think about me.” You pushed past Nancy to find Billy yelling at Steve, “You did this shit last year. You know how it goes.”

“Just because I did it doesn’t make it right. You’re a terrible person, you know that? (Y/n) could do so much better than you. Easily.” Steve said.

Billy’s hair was ruffled. He had a hickey you didn’t give him on his neck. His shirt was untucked and wrinkled and he didn’t have his jacket. Your were frozen to the spot. Steve turned his head to look at you. Billy turned to look at whatever Steve was after he saw his expression soften.

“(Y/n).” Billy said coming up to you. You didn’t move. You looked straight ahead. “Your friend Steve just tried to beat me up.”

“So who’s in the bathroom this time?” You asked without making eye contact with him.

“This time?” Steve and Nancy asked in unison.

“No one! There’s no one in the bathroom.” Billy said sliding his hands down your arms to your butt. You stepped back suddenly.

“Where’s your jacket?” You asked in a monotone voice. You knew the answers to these questions but you wanted to hear what he had to say for himself.

“Steve threw it in his locker.”

“Where’d that come from?” You said tapping the hickey on his neck.

“You gave it to me last night. Remember?” He said making his voice as gentle as he could manage.

“No. I don’t remember it from this morning either.”

“I got you so drunk last night you probably don’t remember.”

“I don’t remember it from this morning.” You said in a firm tone.

“It wasn’t there this morning.” Steve said. Billy glared at him.

“So Katherine isn’t on the other side of that door fixing her skirt and wearing your jacket waiting for the coast to be clear now is she?”

“No! Why would she be? She’s such a dumb slut.” Billy said as Katherine emerged from the boy’s restroom holding Billy’s jacket with a deeply offended look on her face.

“First of all. I have some problems with what you just said. I’m sure she does too.” You said pointing behind Billy. He turned just in time for the jacket to hit him square in the face. Katherine stormed off in the other direction. Billy’s mouth opened but no words came out. “I can’t believe I thought you weren’t as bad a person as you put up. Turns out you’re an ass all the way through. Go back to California.” You said beginning to walk away. Tears began welling up in your eyes as you round the corner. Steve ran up to trail behind you. He had no idea where you were going but he was going to be there for you.

“(Y/n)!” Billy called out. You didn’t turn back.


“Where’s Nancy?” You asked Steve simply.

“She had to get back to class.”

“Don’t you?”

“Yeah but I’m not going to.”

“Why? You don’t have anything better to do than deliver Nancy’s ‘I told you so’ speech?” You asked standing in the main entrance of the school.

“Not entirely. I can drive you home if you want.”

“That would be… that would be great actually.” You said looking up at him.


Steve pulled up to your house continuing the silence of the drive there. “So? The I told you so speech?” You asked.

“I don’t have one.”

“You have your thoughts on it though.” You said looking up at the sky through the parked car’s passenger window.

“Of course I do. You wanna know what they are?” Steve said. You shrugged. “Well even if that meant no, I’m going to tell you anyway.” Steve paused. “I think you can do better. Almost anyone could be better than him. I wanted to tell you what I thought about him from the start but you seemed happy and I didn’t want to ruin that happiness. Even though now that I’m thinking about it, I could have saved you from this pain if I did tell you and I’m really sorry I’m just realizing this now but-”

“I would have ignored you anyway.” You said being honest with Steve and yourself.

“You would have?”

“Yes. It’s not you. Trust me. It’s just kind of the way I am. I don’t really know how to explain it but I would have ignored you.” You said. Steve was silent, “Anyway. You seem like you had a point besides that.”

“I was going to say that I think I could do better if you let me.” Steve said quickly.


“If you let me, I feel like I could definitely treat you better. I mean I’m obviously going to give you time to heal and all but… but just think it over for me will you?” Steve said looking into your eyes. You nodded without breaking eye contact before opening the door.

“Hey.” Steve said as you began to get out. “Come back here.” His arms were outstretched. You let him wrap you into a hug for a while. Only now did you realize how stilted and fake Billy’s hugs felt.

Steve kissed you on the cheek before he let go, watching you walk up to your front door before driving away.

(Again, thank you to Anna, who wrote this. This is such a good thing also, I am happy to post this to my blog – on to my next point, if you’re a writer and don’t really want to create a blog, you’re welcome to submit your works to my blog of your writings and they’ll be posted. - Rosalie)

brown sugar and syrup || jihoon

Originally posted by svt-laughing

pairing: lee jihoon x reader insert

genre: sweet fluff, hogwarts au

word count: 3,900+

notes: it’s here ! happy birthday to seventeen’s musical genius and resident tsundere, lee jihoon ! i can’t even put into words how much i love this man & his music !! so i couldn’t Not post something on the world’s most important annual holiday, so pls accept this super soft hogwarts!au ! tagging: @iluvwoozi +  @lunarjihoon, some quality jihoon stans ! i hope everyone enjoys!!

“How many times do I need to tell you this before you get it through your– thick head?” You yelp on the word “thick” when Jihoon tightens the bandages around your hand with more force than necessary and gives you a look of barely suppressed annoyance — and seeing this, you bow your head in guilt to gaze at the red bleeding through the gauze on your palm. “You can’t just play hero and act like you won’t get hurt. Imagine how much worse it could’ve been if I wasn't—”

“—If you weren’t there,” you finish almost childishly with a poor impression of Jihoon’s typical sour facial expression, lips pouting as you rest your chin on your good hand and recite his almost daily scolding by heart. He merely rolls his eyes and twists the cap back on the bottle of rubbing alcohol before stowing it away in his bag. “I know, I know. But what did you expect me to do? Sit there and watch as they beat him up? He’s a good kid, Ji, he doesn’t deserve that.”

Jihoon grimaces past a swallow of pumpkin juice before slumping back so that he can gaze at the sky enchanted onto the ceiling of the Great Hall — before breakfast even ended you’d gotten yourself into more trouble; it must be a new record for you. “You know,” he begins with a sigh, glancing around at the sea of black and yellow at the long table you’re both seated at. “For a Hufflepuff, you sure do get into a lot of fights.”

You only grin — a bubbly, toothy smile that catches him off guard and has him coughing and sputtering on his drink, much to your amusement. “That’s because I know I’ve got you to protect me,” you hum easily through bites of toast. “I’m not really all that scared of other Slytherins when I have you, Ji.”

The pureblood flushes a deep crimson, hiding it behind his textbooks as he sorts through the materials he’d need for classes today. “Y-You can’t… just say things like that, Y/N…” he grunts under his breath, shooting the giggling Hufflepuff boy beside him what he hopes to be a threatening glare; but the boy (who he believes is named Seokmin?) is left unfazed and goes back to shoving forkfuls of waffles in his face.

Over the past three months since you and notorious Slytherin grump Lee Jihoon became joined at the hip, the other students at Hogwarts have gradually cottoned on to his soft spot for you — before the two of you were friends, no one would’ve believed that Jihoon couldn’t care less about things like blood status or which house you’re in, but there’s not a soul in Hogwarts that’s fooled anymore. Your fellow Hufflepuffs despised him at first, but after witnessing the scene of little Lee Jihoon decking a six foot Ravenclaw senior in the mouth for calling you a Mudblood, they have grown accustomed to his presence at your table and even enjoy it, and they do not hesitate to poke fun or tease him over his concern for your well being. He claims to dislike the attention, even now, so he tends to maintain his angry facade around them but even then, they only laugh and brush him off like a child throwing a temper tantrum, not fooled for a moment.

The very thought of it makes him glower.

He’s drawn out of his little daze when you gasp — loud enough to be heard over the hum of morning chatter in the hall, and Jihoon snaps at attention in an instant, peering around the vicinity wearily before realizing that there’s nothing particularly out of the ordinary occurring. So when he goes to scold you for startling him, he’s taken aback when you reach out to clutch his hands in concern. “What are you—? Y-Y/N—”

Either ignoring his flustered state or oblivious to it, you tenderly hold his palms in your own and examine the state of his fingers; there are blisters and welts growing over his bloody knuckles, and you bite down on your lip wearily. “Ji, your hands! Why didn’t you bandage them up?” you exclaim in exasperation, eyes wide with worry.

He swallows his embarrassment and tries to gently tug his hands from yours, failing miserably every time. “Well it’s… not exactly easy to bind your own hands,” he mutters tightly, unable to meet your gaze.

“Then why didn’t you ask me?”

Jihoon blinks.

It’s a simple question, but it somehow makes him nervous in the worst of ways. Not wanting to attract attention and seem weak is one thing — but it feels like something more than that. The idea of you, the epitome of kindness and everything sweet and gentle, worrying and fretting over him makes him feel sick to his stomach; and yet the image of you focusing so intently on his wounds as you try to bind them with tender fingers has an odd fluttery sensation bouncing about in his chest.

But he fights that feeling down — squashes it as much as he can even if it’s just for a moment. Clearing his throat, he straightens out and directs his attention to the mail owls flying low over the tables, then huffs decidedly. “Because it’s not that big of a deal,” he mumbles under his breath.

Suddenly, Jihoon feels the touch of skin and bandages on his face when you clutch his cheeks and forcefully make him look at you, an atypically irate frown on your lips. “Of course it is,” you grumble. How the tables have turned; typically, and even just minutes ago, it would be Jihoon doing the scolding, but here you are, looking more serious than you ever have. “You should take better care of yourself, Jihoon, don’t just worry about me all the time.”

The lack of his nickname has him bowing his head in shame, oblivious to the burning of his cheeks and looking up at you impassively. “Sorry,” he mutters halfheartedly, averting his eyes to the wood of the tabletop — because when did your concern for him become so important to him? What happened to give-no-shits Lee Jihoon, who couldn’t care less about what anyone thought of him?

But here he is, feeling guilty that he ever made you worry.

The simple word brings a sunny smile to your lips, and it’s as if the encounter never occurred as you begin shoveling the morsels from your plate into your mouth. “Good,” he hears through mouthfuls of scrambled eggs. “Now, we’ve gotta hurry because I have Potions with Gryffindor and Junhui’s probably gonna end up shrinking my seat again—” You pale at the thought and spontaneously shove your books back into your bag, lurching out of your seat before Jihoon can even breathe, let alone speak.

He’s about to tell you not to run so fast, but you catch him off guard when you reach for his hand for the second time. His startled “what are you doing?” is ignored as you bring his bruised knuckles to your lips (much to his horror; his jaw almost touches the ground) and place the gentlest of kisses across his skin before dropping it as if it’d never happened.

When he gazes at you dazedly with eyes glazed over in bewilderment, the shock not yet caught up to him, you only smile despite your pink-dusted cheeks and say, “Witches have magic kisses, you know. Heal up, okay?”

And the realization doesn’t settle in until you’ve darted out of the Great Hall, the tingling sensation of your lips on his skin making him shrink lower in the bench with a boiling face and hands clapped over his eyes.

You never thought things could change so quickly — that in one fell swoop everything could be different than they were yesterday. But they can, and you learn that for the first time during your dreaded Potions class with Gryffindor. Long before the teacher makes his entrance, the other students are mingling with their fellow housemates before they’d inevitably be separated to take their assigned seats (“best to form bonds with the other houses, yes?” Slughorn would say with a light nod).

You’ve meticulously arranged your books and tools to your satisfaction on the left side of the table (careful not to intrude on Junhui’s space), as a means to distract yourself from the thoughts bouncing around in your head; for whenever you’re not kept busy, you find yourself shamefully reflecting back on what you’d foolishly done just minutes before.

You kissed him. On the hand, yes, but you — you kissed him?

What on this good earth ever possessed me to do that? you warble inwardly, scrunched up eyes barely peeking past fingers as you squirm uncomfortably on your stool. He’s probably grossed out, oh God— oh… what if he hates me?

“Who could ever hate a sweet Hufflepuff like you?”

You can’t even bring yourself to be annoyed at Junhui’s comment; mainly because you are perfectly aware of his humor, judging by the easy tilt of his lips, but also because you’re now beyond embarrassed. Blinking, you turn to him with red cheeks and whisper, “Did I say that aloud?”

“Nope,” he says with a twirl of the wand between his fingers, popping the ‘p.’ “I read your thoughts.” The beat of silence between you has him twirling on his stool and beaming at you, ignoring the bewildered finger you hold up in question. “But you didn’t answer me. What kind of evil spell did you put on someone to make them hate you?”

Your groan is muffled into the thick fabric of your robes as you place them fretfully over your mouth, eyes wide in worry. “I, um… Jun… you know Lee Jihoon, right?”

He tilts his head. “'Course. The grouchy Slytherin who follows you around, right? Still think that’s a bit worrying, by the way.”

This earns him an admonishing frown to which he puts his hands up in defense, and it makes you release a sigh of complete and utter defeat into the tabletop through roughly bitten lips. Slughorn ambles into the room and begins laying his things out while absently greeting his students, commenting on the state of the weather and remarking on his craving for Pumpkin Pasties. “He… uh…” You lick your lips. “Let’s say I did something to make him super weird with me. You don’t… think he’d hate me for it, do you?”

Instead of being of any comfort like he normally would, Junhui merely smiles gently, shakes his head and chuckles while pulling a quill from the depths of his robes to prepare for the lesson. “Oh, Y/N. I don’t know him that well, but I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make that guy hate you. It doesn’t take a genius to see that.”

You spend the first few minutes of the lesson feeling like there’s something obvious you’re missing.

You had heard of Amortentia a handful of times in your life, but knew nothing of it other than the fact that it’s supposedly the most powerful love potion in existence. So when Slughorn brings forth a small cauldron full of a smoking liquid that radiates one of the most lovely smells and makes your knees go weak, there is no one in the room left untouched by their effects, countless pairs of glassy eyes gazing at the cauldron and murmuring on its scents. A Gryffindor girl with silky black hair sitting in front of you comments to her seatmate that it smells like honey, peppermint and cinnamon — and it has your brows furrowing, because that’s far from what you’re smelling.

It’s an odd jumble of many different little things that don’t quite make sense, but stir a cozy warmth around your heart. Among them you can make out brown sugar, maple syrup, a peculiarly familiar smell of laundry soap, rubbing alcohol, and — and gauze? You never thought gauze had a scent, but now that it’s here, it feels like there’s nothing else it could be.

“Amortentia is a very delicate and wondrous thing, but very dangerous if used recklessly,” Slughorn recites like he’s said the words a thousand times before. “It gives off the scent of things that attract you; that is why it smells different to each of you.”

Chatter of understanding ripples through the small swarm of students, and at this, you swallow the lump of dread that’s developed in your throat. You suddenly want to hide your face in your cauldron and never come out again. No way. This is a joke, right?

“Jun,” you croak, tugging on his robes. “Jun, this — what do you smell?”

“It’s a secret,” he says without missing a beat.

An uncharacteristic scowl finds your lips, and you huff as Slughorn begins listing the supplies you’ll need to prepare a small draft of the potion. The thought of being up close and personal with these cozy but confusing smells isn’t all that appealing, but you don’t have much choice in the matter, so the remainder of the hour is spent standing over a hot cauldron with frizzy hair and a tingling nose.

Much to your own surprise, you don’t hesitate to go and seek Jihoon out after Potions draws to a close — he has a free period after Charms, and more often than not, it’s spent in the library snoozing off between the shelves. Your feet find his usual haunt easily and without a thought to it, and you almost feel relieved at the sight of his yawning face in the section far off in the back of the library. “Jihoon!” you blurt far too loudly, startling him so much that he knocks over a stack of thick volumes on the table.

Wide-eyed, he scrambles upright in his seat, the ends of his brows meeting in bewilderment at the sight of you. “Y/N, What are you doing? Don’t you have History of M—”

Your tongue is tied, on the brink of just spilling everything you’d just discovered, but you fight down any more loud word vomits and sit down across from him. The throbbing of your heart doesn’t slow at all, and you find yourself fiddling with the ends of your sleeves, for once entirely uncertain of what to say. “I just got back from Potions,” you begin slowly.

Jihoon raises an eyebrow and leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Yeah? I know. You’re supposed to be in History of Magic right now. Not that I really care because he probably won’t notice you’re gone anyway, but why are you here?”

The warm, amber light that radiates off of the mahogany wood bathes Jihoon in gold, and you don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more than to kiss him. You’ve always known that he was handsome — everyone did, even outside of his own House. But you’ve never truly thought the words to yourself, never truly recognized the urge to card your hands through his hair or rest your head in the crook of his neck. Up until about twenty minutes ago, that is. It’s like the love potion dropped a brick of realization on your head, and now he’s suddenly all you can think about.

You want to hold his hand and clean his wounds without feeling like you’re crossing some kind of line. But first and foremost, you just want to be with him.

Honest to god, it feels like you may cry when you catch a whiff of the Muggle laundry soap you’d bought him for Christmas, the maple syrup he’d had on his pancakes at breakfast. Any tears that may be close to breaking the surface are kept bottled up well, but Jihoon still notices the strain in your expression.

“Hey, are you alright?” he murmurs wearily, sliding his chair forward an inch to frown into your face.

“I just got back from Potions,” you repeat with a little more strength, one long breath leaving your lips. “And we made Amortentia. You know, the—”

“The love potion…” Jihoon’s lips part in the smallest of puzzled ‘o’s, both in concern for your condition and confusion at your words. “I know. You smell what attracts you, right?”

You bob your head sharply multiple times, jumping like a spooked horse when someone briskly paces by the section of the library you’re in. “Yeah. And, um…”

How exactly do you tell someone that you’d smelled them in a love potion? “Hey, so, it smelled just like you in Potions class today. Looks like I’m in love with you.” The very thought of it makes you want to curl in on yourself.

Your silence and hesitance is clearly beginning to frustrate Jihoon, and he sits up to rake a hand through his unruly hair, eyes searching for any sign of an explanation in your face. “Yeah, and?” he prompts briskly. “Did you figure out who you have a crush on, or something? That’s great.” Half of the sharpness in his tone is due to the possibility alone that it may not be him, and the other half is due to the image of you and some Hufflepuff swinging hands down the corridors, your smile so wide and beautiful and not induced by him.

There’s an ache blooming in your temples, and you reach up to massage the area with careful fingers. “It’s… kind of, actually. Yeah, I did.” The words begin to come out with such ease that is startles you. God, just do it. Hike up your skirt and say it. Get it over with. “So… you know that laundry soap I brought you from London? The, ah… the Muggle kind.”

Why the hell is she talking about laundry soap?

A moment of suspicious staring and subconscious pouting has the realization crashing down on his shoulders like an anvil. Does… do you mean— “I remember.” The possible implications of what you’re saying makes him feel like breaking into a festive dance, and it takes everything in him not to leap to his feet.

“I smelled that. In the potion.” You’re having an incredibly difficult time looking him in the face, face bright red, hands a knot behind your back, and if it isn’t the most adorable thing he’s ever seen, he doesn’t know what is. “And, um, maple syrup, which I know you love because you use half a bottle every morning. And the brown sugar I spilled in your bag last month. And — and… yeah.” Your rambling stops, because you’re certain he gets the point by now. Eyes downcast, you wait with your heart hammering for what he’ll say.

But he doesn’t say anything.

The library has never been so quiet in all your years at Hogwarts, so you peek up at him through your hair, only to practically choke on your own breath at the smile on his lips. It’s small, but the most genuine one you’ve seen on him. That and the blush on his cheeks tells you that maybe you didn’t just make an utter fool out of yourself in front of the object of your affections.

“I didn’t just make everything really weird, did I?” you ask weakly.

“A little,” he admits only to snort at your horrified gape, and the look of relief on your face when he chuckles is so comically precious that he has to stop himself from reaching for you right then and there. And part of him wonders what to do next.

“Would… would it be okay if I kissed you?”

You’re even redder than Gryffindor’s colors, and you wonder if Junhui charmed a frog into your throat to humiliate you in front of the person you care for most —because all your years of words are failing you out of the blue and you find that you can do nothing other than nod timidly.

You reflect that it’s almost not even worth it (though, who are you kidding? You’d think about this every damn day for the next five years.) when he swallows and hesitantly scoots his chair closer to you with a screech on the floorboards. It’s without a doubt the most awkward moment of your life when he bites the bullet, mutters a screw it and places his lips on yours. Too hard. And you’re so distracted with panicking over what to do and oh my god he’s so close that you don’t realize your first kiss isn’t nearly as magical as you thought it would be.

As the moment of hesitance, passes, you think you may be getting used to this kissing thing that you once dry heaved at that (you never understood why Hansol and Seungkwan never seemed to get enough of sucking face until now). But that’s when your teeth bump against his with a painful clack and the two of you lunge apart like you’d been electrocuted.

Scratch the library’s so-called quiet moment from earlier — this is a thousand times more silent, and you can practically hear Jihoon’s breaths from where he sits in poorly disguised embarrassment, hands balled in his lap and shoulders stiff. Your lips are buzzing with a foreign tingly sensation that you had only vaguely felt whenever he went to tap you on the head for getting yourself into trouble, whenever he bound your injuries from magic mishaps or scuffles with other students. You start wondering how you could’ve been so stupid.

It’s so clear and so obvious to you now, but it had taken the world’s most powerful love potion for you to see it. Whenever you got Jihoon to laugh or smile, your heart seemed to soar higher than the clouds themselves, but you had always chalked it up to pride at getting his reserved exterior to crack. You always found yourself wanting to hold his hand or fiddle with his hair, but you ignored anything that would potentially push him away from you.

But hocus-fucking-pocus, here you are now, kissing him between two shelves containing books about charming slugs to do Irish jigs.

“Um…” Jihoon clears his throat and you’re praying to Merlin that he won’t mention your lack of experience until the moment he continues. As it turns out, he seems just as flustered and awkward as you feel, because his stammered words come out as, “Do eat want to you— hngssssdoyouwanttoeat. Do… you want to eat?”

You agree far too quickly, eager to escape your building embarrassment, and without another word on it, you take off down the halls toward the kitchen with a much lighter load on your shoulders. And in spite of your anticipation of what he’d say next, you know that you can’t expect him to burst into a song detailing his mutual affections for you, but you still worry that he might’ve somehow miraculously forgotten everything that had just happened because he doesn’t breathe a word of it.

So, while it’s difficult, you lock any concerns away and occupy yourself with recalling stories you’d heard around the castle with a mouthful of mashed potatoes as Jihoon nods along quietly, just as it always has been. It makes a pit of shame develop on your gut, until you feel it.

It’s a slight and timid touch at first, but it can’t be mistaken as an accident when Jihoon hesitantly nudges his fingers to fit through yours. You damn well nearly choke on your pudding and stare at him with eyes the size of dinner plates, until he manages a little smile that washes away all of your worries.

Throughout the rest of the day, Jihoon walks you to your classes like he always has, but he doesn’t let go of your hand once.

Mystery Snore-er

So, here’s a wee ficlet for you guys. I’m still in the middle of trying to graduate, so I don’t really have time to dedicate to my ongoing series at the moment. It’s killing me as much as it’s killing you, I promise. But I can do wee blurbs like this one. Huge thanks to @diversemediums for helping me out when I got stuck. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Inspired by actual events…

A loud snore woke Claire. Grumbling, she nudged Jamie and got him to roll over. When the awful noise persisted, she nudged him harder. It was unlike him to snore so loudly. Glancing to the end of the bed, Claire wondered if the cat was responsible for the new sound of Jamie’s. Perhaps he had an allergy to the wee ball of fur he’d brought home for her. Finally, though she nearly pushed him from the bed, the racket stopped. Settling back down, Claire fell back to sleep.

She got up a little before sunrise, leaving Jamie still asleep in their room upstairs. If she worked quickly, she might get a decent breakfast cooked before he came down. The wood creaked above her as she started putting the food out on plates. Jamie rubbed his eyes and sat down on the bench, staring up at her.

“Good morning, darling,” she said, pouring him a cup of chicory coffee. “Did you sleep all right?”

He groaned.

“I’ve slept better.”

Her brows went up.


“Aye. I fell asleep wrapped around ye, holding yer briest in my hand. And woke up this morning wi’ my arse hangin’ half off the bed!”

Claire pursed her lips, trying to hide a smile, and folded her arms over her chest.

“Well someone decided to saw a bunch of logs while I was trying to sleep, so I had to do something.”

Jamie blinked.

“I’m no’ pickin’ up what yer putting down, Sassenach.”

Claire choked on her tea. She waved weakly at him when he started to get up.

Where on earth did you learn that? Oh goodness, I think I’ve inhaled half my cup.”

“Brianna,” he said, a fond smile on his lips. “Better to join the daft talk than fight it, Sassenach. And speaking o’ daft… I dinna snore. You, on the other hand…”

With the handkerchief Jamie handed her, she wiped her mouth.

“I do not snore.”

“And how would ye ken? Ye only snore in yer sleep, aye?”

“Well, yes, but-”

Jamie poured her another cup of tea and grinned at her.

“Then ye canna ken if ye snore or no.”

“That’s… Well fine, you’ve got a point there. But you’ve never complained about my snoring in the past.”

He took the cup from her hand and placed it on the table, turning to pull her close.

“There are few things about ye I’d complain about, a nighean.”

“Oh?” she asked, moving her hands to his shoulders.

“Aye,” he replied, smirking. “The majority of those involving your uncanny knack of getting yourself into all manner of mischief.”

He laughed as she swatted his ear, then held her wrists against his heart.

“Arse,” she said mildly.

Still chuckling quietly, he leaned down and kissed her. In the quiet of the morning, a soft sound echoed down the hall. Claire pulled back and looked up at Jamie, brows lifting in question. He shook his head and they followed the noise until they found the source.

Claire leaned against Jamie and watched Adso’s little furry body move as he breathed. He was curled up in a tight ball on top of a basket filled with strips of clean cloth. As they stood silently, he breathed in again and Claire nearly gasped.

“Roosevelt Christ! That snoring was the damned cat?!”

Jamie started laughing.

“So it would seem, Sassenach!”

Rent A Boyfriend!Jihoon

Originally posted by svt-laughing

  • Lee Jihoon: the artistic boyfriend. the one you’d want to show off his skills for, bring him to a festival and he’ll sweep the floor of that karaoke contest that’s displayed in a large crowd. extra services includes an actor playing as an entertainment rep trying to scout your boyfriend.
  • got the job thanks to Seungcheol
  • it was valentines weekend, Seungcheol got food poisoning from his last date, and thus resulting in him last minute sending his roommate Jihoon
  • who was bribed with that date’s pay (over $200) and a week of paid dinners
  • he can safely say he was traumatized that day because when he stepped into that building, it was literal chaos
  • People were running, people were switching outfits in the middle of the lobby, he had a hat thrown in his face and like ten people almost ran him over
  • when he went on the date, it was a very simple group date at a karaoke
  • Literally all the girls in the room began to swoon at Jihoon when he sang and all the boys were highkey jealous
  • That night, after he goes back to the company to change into his own clothes, a rep of the company stopped him and offered him a full time position because the customer raved and wanted to request him for more days
  • so that’s how Jihoon got the job
  • and he can’t deny that he doesn’t like it
  • The pay is great, he gets paid food on every date, sometimes he gets free clothes the company doesn’t want, and he gets to choose his own schedule and job
  • He gets so picky with his jobs sometimes, he prefers large group dates so the focus isn’t always on him, and he prefers dates that would include his musical ability since that would be the easier approach
  • but sometimes (like valentine’s day) he’s forced to take jobs of different personas
  • Spends a lot of his time in the game room, probably in a heated video game battle with Mingyu or Chan
  • never Seungcheol
  • The last time they had a battle, they both forgot about their dates
  • Doesn’t like the feeling of getting makeup done on him, it’s not a masculine thing, he just wouldn’t prefer to be put into the uncomfortable situation of having a person up and close to his face
  • That’s how he meets you
  • You’ve become his personal makeup artist
  • you two officially met on the day he subbed for Seungcheol
  • you did his make and when you noticed his very uncomfortable stature, you relaxed him by talking about things, you didn’t ask him anything because you knew it would only make him more tense
  • after he got hired, any other makeup artist that worked on him just made him super uncomfortable to the point that he kept jittering about
  • but everyone noticed how when you worked with him, he seemed more relaxed and nicer
  • thus, now you’re schedule revolves around Jihoon’s schedule because every other makeup artist insist they can’t work with Jihoon when he’s moving about
  • Everyone, and I mean everyone, in the building associates you with Jihoon
  • ‘Oh are you on your way to meet Jihoon’
  • ‘Did you finish Jihoon’s makeup already’
  • ‘I just saw Jihoon, he’s on the first floor if you’re looking for him’
  • You can’t lie, you absolutely adore Jihoon
  • Through the many makeup sessions, you two have become quite acquainted with each other
  • You know he lives with Seungcheol, his friend since high school
  • You know he’s more reserved, you know his favorite color, what he likes to drink, what he likes to wear, heck, you even know that he loves the cafe on the third floor of the building because it’s the only one that will serve him five minutes before they close
  • And the twenty to thirty minutes you have him sitting in your chair are the moments you enjoy most
  • Jihoon on the other hand, well, yeah, he knows he likes you too
  • but he doesn’t know if it’s just like or if it’s the ‘like like’ kind of like
  • He’s not very good at deciphering his feelings
  • but he likes the way your fingers touch his cheek, and he doesn’t mind you getting up and personal with him
  • and he thinks it’s cute the way you smile in front of his face when you get his liner just perfect
  • and yeah, sometimes his heart does flips when he sees you in the building, and he smiles when you wave at him
  • but his mind is still like ‘idk man, maybe you just like her as a friend’
  • and it isn’t until he overhears a conversation with you and Seungcheol, he could only hear the words ‘date’ ‘tonight’ ‘dinner and a movie’ and he swears he saw Seungcheol blush
  • So his mind automatically jumps to ‘y/n is going on a date with Seungcheol’
  • and his mood is kind of pooped on because of course she’d rather go on a date with the big buffoon than me
  • When he’s sitting in your seat, and you’re smiling at him, you notice how he’s more stiff and how he’s scowling
  • when you try to joke and ask him questions he kind of blows you off so the entire time becomes silent
  • and it isn’t until Jihoon’s head is so worked up that he spits out ‘so you’re dating Seungcheol now?’
  • you stop and stare at him before laughing ‘me? And Seungcheol? Are you serious?’
  • ‘But I heard you two talking’
  • The conversation comes back to you, ‘OH! No! Never! Seungcheol is going on a date with one of his clients. Like an actual date, like she’s not paying him. Apparently they got along really well and I guess he asked her out.’
  • Jihoon can only let out a loud ‘Oh!’
  • and when you look at him through the mirror, it looks as if a weight was lifted off his shoulder
  • ‘Did you not want me to date Seungcheol?’ you question
  • Jihoon’s blubbering like ‘pshhh, no, it’s not, i mean, well, you know, you and seungcheol just don’t fit together’
  • ‘then who do I fit together with? You?’
  • There’s this moment of silence as you two look at each other in the mirror, and there’s hesitation because it’s like you told him that you liked him but at the same time, the wording could have meant something else entirely
  • Jihoon kind of breathes out a tiny ‘yeah’
  • And there my children, is how you suddenly got together with Jihoon thanks to the small help of Seungcheol
  • The whole relationship thing is kind of new but also not new to you and Jihoon, it just feels new since it is a new relationship
  • it took him over a month to finally kiss you and even when he did, it felt so awkward but at the same time, he was all flushed and embarrassed that you liked it
  • so you like to tease him by kissing his lips sometimes and seeing him because a flushed mess
  • ‘Jihoon are you blushing’
  • you admit, dating someone who works for a company in which their job is to pretend date other people, is kind of hard
  • but you see just how different he acts when he’s working and when he’s not
  • He’s more closed, more serious when he’s first with his client, it isn’t until they are at the actual date is when he becomes more lively
  • so you know that everything is just an act, because you can tell he’s just more comfortable with you
  • Although his voice may be part of his job, Jihoon sings to you sometimes, but it’s very low and quiet since he usually likes to sing when other people aren’t around
  • And when he does that, you love it because it feels so quiet and intimate and you just love listening to his voice
  • you two never told anyone that you guys had started dating, so people didn’t really find out until like three months after when you guys would do small things like hold hands, or wearing couple jewelry
  • cue all the boys screaming after you kiss Jihoon’s cheek goodbye ‘YOU TWO ARE DATING. SINCE WHEN’
  • ‘we’ve been dating for like four months now’
  • apparently Seungcheol hadn’t pieced together the puzzle like you and Jihoon had thought
  • and now you owe Jihoon five bucks because Jihoon bet you that Seungcheol truly didn’t know
  • by the time it had reached Jihoon’s birthday, you two had dated almost a year now
  • and for his birthday, per his request, you two had a really chill day
  • Jihoon didn’t want to do anything special for his birthday, nor did he want anyone to go through the trouble of doing anything for him
  • so for the morning and afternoon, you two spend a lot of it in the bedroom (don’t be thinking anything nasty)
  • you and Jihoon spent it watching movies, sleeping, playing with each other, and jabbing each other with foots, even kicking him off the bed because he kept tickling you
  • and by the time the clock struck 6pm, you suggested watching a movie on the big television instead of his computer and he agreed
  • and the moment he steps out, ‘SURPRISE’ all the boys are standing around with the place decorated and a giant cake
  • ‘I know you said you didn’t want anything big for your birthday but come on, it’s your birthday, I had to do something. And the boys wanted to celebrate too.’
  • and Jihoon can’t help but to enjoy, even wiping some of the whipped cream onto your face as a small ‘revenge’ for not listening to him
  • but he loves it, he loves just how comfortable he is with you. And he loves that you don’t mind any of his weird quirks and that you embrace them wholeheartedly. And he loves that you would go out of your way, despite him saying not to, to make him smile.
You Get What You Give (The Placebo Effect)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.

Word Count: 819

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Warnings: There aren’t any that I can sleuth out. 

A/N: I have revived this story lmao, welcome back. 

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“See I can reach you!”
“You’re literally standing on my foot,” he laughed.

Thank you @yandesurei for the prompt! Sorry the colouring is not great I tried so many other things and it was one of those days where no matter how you coloured it just did not work XD. Hope you still enjoy cause it was super fun to draw out. 

Dear Darling - Prologue (Bucky Barnes AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader
Summary: Breaking hearts was something Bucky Barnes was always really good at. Charming smile, bright, blue eyes and a voice to make every girls knees go weak. But what if he had to break the one girls heart who he gave his own to? And what if after years, she is not ready to forgive him despite his efforts?
Words: 777
Warning: none

This is a very personal story, and kind of explains how I met my first love and then lost him… But the story will have a happy end, not like mine :) 

Dear Darlin by Olly Murs was our song… Kind off…

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Aberrations || 9

Author: RandomBTSPrincessa


Characters: Yoongi x Reader (Just a little bit more, I promise)

Chapters:  01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08

A/N: The next part will be the last. Also, I recommend listening to Hold Me Tight by BTS (obviously) for this chapter. The vocal part will be the Reader’s and the rap part is Yoongi’s. Enjoy, lovelies!

Originally posted by jinje-reactions

Life had slowed down in some stages for me while picked up pace in other stages.

I no longer could tell where my nights went, quiet and spent in the solace of my bedroom while my laptop played all the hits of misery and melancholy and chocolate ice cream was my main man and my bed my soul mate. The nights never seemed to want to stay though, slipping through my fingers like sand, 10 hours passing by in the blink of an eye. I would close my eyes and it would be day.

The days however dragged on and on and on.

I couldn’t afford to sit at home all the time so I had to go to classes, sitting through them distracted and not getting anything except marks for attendance. I figured, I could always ask one of my classmates for help getting the coursework…when I got over the catastrophe my life had become.

There were two classes I avoided like the plague though; Singing and Music Production.

There was no way Sehun or Min Yoongi would be missing their classes over me and I was in no way ready to look either of them in the eye yet. I had to sit in one of the on campus cafes but the hours always seemed to go like a snail weaving its way through a maze of salt.

I had cursed Time to the very pits of hell, right next to Min Yoongi.

He and Sehun had nearly completely vanished from my life, Sehun less than Yoongi. I still saw him around, walking about with his friends, sometimes girls, sometimes boys, looking perfectly groomed as always, the Golden Boy. He never seemed to be aware of my watching him and after a while he stopped looking like there was something wrong with his life.

The rumor that Oh Sehun and Y/L/N Y/N had broken up reached me a week later which made me wonder if Sehun had actually somehow withheld the information to save whatever damage that would cause his image but it didn’t seem like it. He was brilliant as always…

…and I didn’t miss him…not even a bit.

Yoongi however, I never saw. It wasn’t that surprising; I hadn’t even known he went to the same college until the project so it made sense I wouldn’t see him around later. This had been the plan, hadn’t it? To see through the project, then bid adieu. Well, that hadn’t worked but oh well.

In comparison…I missed him an unnecessary amount.

Life was not fair.

“Here you go,” Taehyung placed my large helping of school work on the table and folded his arms, watching me file through them, his glasses glinting in the light.

“Thanks Tae, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I muttered.

“Well, totally not pass the course, for one,” he said drily but grinned impishly when I rolled my eyes at him. “So, what’s wrong with you, anyway?” he asked.

“Nothing, I just don’t feel right.” I said.

“Is it cause of Min?” he asked.

I blanched at him and it was his chance to roll his eyes.

“I may not be the girls, Y/N, attuned to these things but I’m not blind. It’s been painfully obvious. What did he do? Do I need to kick his ass?” he asked.

I chuckled. Taehyung, shy and meek Taehyung kicking someone’s ass, especially Min Yoongi’s ass was comical even in its contemplative state but I was grateful he cared so much.

“No, Tae, you know I can do ass kicking myself.” I smiled.

He smiled back hesitatingly.

“So, any word on Sehun?” he asked gently.

I froze.

Taehyung knew Sehun and I had ended it but he had no idea that Yoongi had something to do with it. That information was only for the girls. I loved Taehyung but I wasn’t sure how he would take the news, seeing as he had once seen me crying because of him. Taehyung would probably go into over protective mode and do something he would regret.

No matter how laid back Yoongi seemed, I for one could tell that under all that, he was extremely powerful and I wasn’t talking about his money.

Hence, I knew Taehyung, who couldn’t stand conflict usually would want Sehun and me to get back together.

“No, Tae, it’s over…for good.” I said firmly, watching him sigh and look down, nodding.

“I guess it’s good, what with your liking Min and all.” He slung his bag on his shoulder, ignoring my gaping mouth as he dropped a kiss on top of my head.

“See you later, Y/N.” he said and left the café.

“Heard you’ve been skipping all your classes,” I smiled naturally at the familiar voice, not looking up as the boy deposited himself in the seat Taehyung had vacated, looking dubiously at all the paper work in front of me.

“You would’ve heard wrong. I am only skipping two.” I said, making him laugh.

“My bad, what can you say? The school vine sucks.” Jimin placed his head on his hands.

I looked up at him. “Why are you here?” I asked.

He pouted. “You don’t visit me anymore, I missed you.” He said. I stared at him for a bit and his playful expression dropped, replaced by seriousness. “I heard about you and Sehun. I’m sorry. I also heard about you dropping Yoongi in the project.” He said.

I peered at him. “Did he tell you that? Is that all?” I asked.

“Yeah, or more like, I found out accidentally because he was muttering about you dropping him at the last moment in the studio and how he was stuck,” He said.

“Well, tell him that I’m glad he’s suffering.” I said coolly, returning to my papers.

“Yeah, I would if I could but we’re not talking at the moment.” He said.

I frowned, “Why not?” I asked.

“Well, I…asked him what happened and you know how he is about eavesdropping. It’s fine only when he does it, apparently. I found out about Sehun’s party and stuff and I know I shouldn’t have and I am not judging you at all.” He said hastily.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“I know you guys kissed and how it was a mistake and it shouldn’t have happened and you were drunk and he was taking advantage so he told you to go and I…might’ve yelled at him about how he’s an idiot and now he’s mad at me. Not that that’s new anyway, he’s always mad at me.”

I suddenly felt disgusted. He couldn’t even tell the truth?

“Jimin, I’m sorry.” I said quietly.

“Don’t worry about it, he’s an ass, I know.”

“Yeah, listen, I need to go.” I said, feeling choked and restless.

I couldn’t sit here in front of Jimin’s watchful gaze. Yoongi had lied about what had happened that night to protect himself, most likely. Was that how much I mattered? No, I hadn’t mattered, I reminded myself. I was just a stupid girl, romanticising his actions. I need to stop doing that.

“Oh, okay,” Jimin looked surprised but didn’t say anything as I gathered up the papers and went off to find the girls.

“He lied?” Yerin hissed, her cheeks flushed, her legs, encased in velvet leggings kicking mine as she almost thrashed in her chair in rage.

I shrugged, stabbing some sausage with a little more force but that totally had nothing to do with our topic of conversation, none at all.

“What a jerk.”

“The nerve.”

Ara and Doona chimed in encouragingly but by then I was beyond the point of caring. If Yoongi wanted to show me that I was worth next to nothing well then, message received loud and clear. I would back off and I would show him exactly that. I was done with both Sehun and Yoongi’s crap. I was done being walked over.

Both of them would be seeing me in the next class, which happened to be in two more days. That was plenty of time, wasn’t it? I would be over all of this by Monday. I could do it.

“Well the project ends today, what do you think he did with yours?” Doona asked suddenly.

My fork hit my plate with a loud clang making the girls freeze as they eyed me.

“Um…Y/N…?” Ara asked.

“The month is over?” I asked, my voice high pitched as Ara pulled up the calendar on her phone, showing it to me.

The end of the month hit me with the force of ten freight trucks. I had been so wrapped in the entire self wallowing bubble of mine I hadn’t even thought about taking a look at the days, wanting to just get through them all together.

It suddenly felt silly.

What had it been? A fortnight, perhaps, since our last encounter. Yoongi and I, if we hadn’t been through that disaster of a night, we would just have to deal with each other for two weeks before we’d both be out of each other’s lives for good. Guess destiny had an earlier escape planned for us.

Now that the project was officially done, Taehyung and I would be partners again, further reason to attend classes, just for Tae if not for me. I couldn’t be that selfish.

The thought that Yoongi would be sitting right at the back, probably not even concerned that I had or hadn’t attended classes caused a small ache in my chest, one I crushed mercilessly. Both Sehun and Yoongi had pushed and pulled at me like I was a doll. Even if I was not completely innocent, they had no right to claim they were victimized saints.

I had trusted them that had killed a small part of me each time they let me down. I had loved them, they both hurt me. I was real with both of them and now they both hated me.

Now, though, it was time to get myself together.

I wasn’t rich; I didn’t have my position cut out like they did. No, I needed credibility. I wasn’t going to achieve that sitting at home.

Gritting my teeth, I braced myself for the next day.

Hoseok slammed the door to Min Yoongi’s house open with his shoulder, his hands struggling to juggle the snack boxes and coffees.

Yoongi looked up from the couch, arching his brows at his struggling friend.

“You know, it wouldn’t kill you to get up and give me a goddamn hand.” Hobi growled.

“I didn’t tell you to get more than you can carry.” Yoongi replied coolly, his attention already on the movie.

“You know how hungry Jimin and I get. We don’t have the luxury of sitting on our asses with headphones on all the time, acting like a jerk.” Hobi dropped the food on the coffee table before looking about.

“Where is Jimin anyway?”

“He isn’t coming.” Yoongi said.

“What, why? Chim never misses movie day and this is his recommendation.” Hobi frowned before slowly turning to look at his best friend.

“Yoongi, what did you do?” He asked.

“I may or may not have told Jimin off for butting into things that weren’t his concern and he might or might not have been offended and walked off.” Yoongi said.

Hobi worried his lips with his teeth, sighing at his friends’ childishness.

“What was the thing he butted in?” he asked.

Yoongi flicked the volume up with his remote, shrugging the question off. “Damn it, Suga, spit it out.” He snapped.

Yoongi’s eyes flashed towards his best friends with a frown. “Nothing, I was just muttering about things and he overheard. Instead of letting it go he started probing into me like a fucking therapist.” He growled.

Hobi sank into the armchair next to the couch. All the signs pointed to only one thing.

“It was Y/N, wasn’t it?” he asked angrily.

Yoongi paused for a second before leaning forwards for the cup of coffee but Hoseok was faster. He snatched the cups away and watched coolly as the other boy glared at him.

“So, it was her.” He affirmed.

“What about it? I can talk about whoever I want.” Yoongi said.

“Yoongi, you know Jimin cares about her,” Hoseok began but Yoongi broke in with a scoff.

“He cares about her a bit too much.” he spat.

“Oh god, tell me you’re not jealous. Jimin doesn’t care about her like that but he wasn’t just about to let you bad mouth her. Even I wouldn’t let you bad mouth her.” He said reasonably.

“I wasn’t bad mouthing her. Jeez, you all need to stop getting on my back about her. I might have been a dick to her that night but I haven’t even seen her since she broke it off with her boyfriend.” He dropped his jaw, sticking his lips out in a pout as unbidden, thoughts of Y/N came out of nowhere, his fingers on her skin, her soft lips brushing his, the way his hands dug into her hips, the way her eyes looked into his, her laugh at his rare and very not funny jokes.

“Wait…you saw her day she broke up with Sehun?” Hoseok asked.

Yoongi was brought back rudely to reality from reliving the feel of her hair wrapped around his fingers as he turned his head absently. “What?”

“You said you hadn’t seen her since the day she broke it off. You didn’t…what happened?” Hobi was using his cautious voice. He could feel the real cause for all his friend’s problems was sitting right there, in Yoongi’s head and he just had to know.

“I don’t know what –,”

“Yoongi,” Hoseok said warningly.

His eyes drooped, looking to his side as if he was looking at a person before he sighed. “We…slept together.” He said his voice constricted.

The curse that escaped Hobi’s mouth was so loud that Yoongi actually jumped, scowling at his usually mild friend.

“You…what?” Hobi asked.

“We didn’t plan it. It just happened.” Yoongi defended.

“Ok…ok…so you guys had sex…but then…why aren’t you guys…what else happened?” he asked.

Yoongi fiddled with the small black ring on his thumb and Hoseok actually had to punch him in the shoulder to get him to talk. Yoongi hissed, moving away from touching range.

“I said things I shouldn’t have…nothing new.” He grunted.

“Things like that time in the studio or…”


Hobi dropped his head in his hands, emitting a groan that made Yoongi drop his own head, the movie long forgotten.

My fingers clicked on the desk impatiently, frowning at the small email box open on my laptop. It had to be a mistake. There was no way he had sent that email. I clicked on the tab to fully open it.

It was from Namjoon, a short email letting me know that he had received my and Yoongi’s song, looked forward to it and hoped we matched up to expectations.

I let out a bitter huff, falling back on the chair.

What song?

I had left Yoongi in that project. There was no way he had managed to complete a song in that time and even if he had, seeing as how he was a genius, there was no way he would include me into it. He was petty enough for that. Although, he probably did it to save face for himself, because that was what he did. I had no place of note in his life after all, so it definitely wasn’t for me.

I shut the laptop and got out of my chair with a huff, picking up and satchel and jacket, looking into the mirror of my dressing table.

“You can do this.” I told myself and walked out of the house to attend my classes.

Taehyung gushed the whole time I sat next to him, finally getting our original partners back.

I had walked into the class with the aim to hold my head up high but it had faltered the second I had crossed the threshold and my head had dropped, not even skimming the chattering class as I sank into my chair, Tae turning immediately and musing about our new projects. I knew he was trying to distract me and I was grateful.

Mr. Kim didn’t seem to have much planned for the day’s class, it seemed. He congratulated us for being well behaved and responsible about the assignment, told us that grades and songs will be posted on the website before being added to our final grade.

I frowned, biting my lip, fighting the urge to turn and look for the man who’d turned my life upside down but resisted. What had he done?

When Namjoon let the class go, Taehyung immediately grabbed for my hand. “So, hot chocolate…your treat,” he said cutely and I almost melted at the hopeful look in his eyes.

“How about this; we go to your house and I make you an entire lunch…and I am dying to listen to your song.” I said. His smile turned into a grin. “Yes, that works.” He said, bouncing slightly on his feet. “Great, just give me a minute, I need to talk to Kim about something.” I said.

“Sure, meet me at my car.” He said.

“Um, Mr. Kim?” I asked.

Namjoon signed off a sheet and looked up, pushing his glasses up, “Yes, Y/N, I know, Taehyung told me you were feeling sick and had hospital appointments.” He said.

“Oh no, I mean, yeah, sir, I just wanted to talk to you about the project.” I said.

He surprised me by breaking out into a grin. “Yes, your song with Mr. Min. I must say I am impressed, Y/N. the way you came to me saying you couldn’t work with him had me thinking you would drop out of the project but you kept at it. The song is…most different from what Yoongi has delivered over the course of this semester. I was pleasantly surprised. I suppose my assumption was correct; you have been good for Mr. Min.”

“Huh?” I said, very eloquently but he was still talking.

“It’s raw, I admit, but the emotion and meaning of the song is so…unadulterated, it really moved me. Your and his voice match well for it, I might just pair you with him but I wouldn’t do that to Taehyung or Yoongi. Changing assignments, maybe but now completely, don’t worry,” he chuckled at the look on my face, probably thinking I was horrified of losing Tae. He was wrong; of course, I was horrified at what Min Yoongi had done.

I bowed to the teacher before rushing out.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” Taehyung asked as I grabbed the keys from his hands. “Just get in, we need to get somewhere with internet and a computer fast.” I huffed, getting into the driver’s side myself.

“You want to tell me now, what’s wrong?” Taehyung asked, cautiously as if I was going to bite his head off any second.

“Just hang on,” I mumbled.

Taehyung and I had arrived at his apartment at break neck speed, him clutching his dashboard and trying to get me to slow down but I never did, almost dislocating his arm in my haste to get to his laptop. I switched to the website and opened the studio listings, finding Yoongi’s name immediately, listed next to mine.

I plugged in Tae’s headphones and put them over my head, turning up the volume as Taehyung folded his legs under him, watching me.

The opening rifts began and to my surprise and growing trepidation it was that piano tune, the one I’d walked in on him playing. Dark and resonating, it ended in him humming, something I had never heard him do as the song began.

I empty my drink, filling it with loneliness,

Should’ve just given in, why did I argue all the time?

Yoongi’s voice, rough and bleak spoke the words quietly, almost rhetorically, making me press the headphone in closer, not wanting to miss out anything.

All I did was color you in my blank white paper,

But I realized, it had already became a full picture,

Like cell phones, we know we’ll be broken when we’re apart,

Your scent is the only thing that completes me, hug me, now

His voice changed, becoming faster, if possible rougher as he spat out the words. I closed my eyes as the background music stopped, leaving his voice to drop back to the original bass, becoming as gentle as a caress.

I can only see you; I can only see you alone.

I shivered at his voice, the timbre reminding me of the way he had said my name, that night. Unexpectedly, my voice sung out, weaving in between his as the words I’d written and recorded merged with the deep rap.

I’m fair with everyone else but you,

Now I can’t live a single day without you, please…

Hold me Tight…hug me now, please…

My hand shook as I skipped my voice, eager to listen to his.

I listened to the entire song for what felt like hours, not believing even for a second that it existed. But no, on the desktop there was still, in small letterings his and my name next to the title: Hold Me Tight, a song with both our words.

I shut the laptop at long last, pulling off the headphones to look at Taehyung curled up on the sofa, fast asleep.

Just as well, I thought, throwing the throw cover on top of him as I sat down on the floor again, my head in my hands.

What did it mean? Did Yoongi actually mean the words he’d said so unabashedly, sewing them around mine seamlessly, making them one? Or had he just heard what I’d made and thought he didn’t have to go to a lot of trouble? One thing was true, it was raw. He hadn’t added any effect to his or my voices save for making it seem like we’d both done the recording at the same time.

Did…he feel the way he’d said in the song?

I shook my head, clearing it or trying to. Min Yoongi needed to get out of my head. It was over, we were over. I never was going to see him again. There was no point in digging into it.

I looked at the sleeping boy next to me and smiled, pulling out my phone and sending out a text in our group:


I shut the phone off, staring into nothingness in front of me. It was time I went back to normal, no Yoongi, no Sehun drama normal.

Taehyung twirled me, me holding onto his pinky finger as he giggled like a little boy, before throwing out his long arms and waving them to catch Ara and Doona’s attention. We had finally made it to Dark Wild, me, the girls, Taehyung and Jungkook as I was ready to let loose and forget my life for at least three to four hours.

Ara and Doona dragged Yerin and Jungkook too and we made a circle, screaming as a deep bass filled the club, the EDM making my pulse throb in my veins.

“Is this taking your mind off of it?” Yerin asked in my ear and I smiled widely at her, trying not to slip back into the thoughts of a few days ago.

I just didn’t want to think at all.

“I am thirsty! And drunk!” Taehyung yelled in his deep voice, slumping to the side into Doona and she rolled her eyes, grinning at our light weight friend as Jungkook went to lend a shoulder.

“Alright, I’ll get him some water.” I said, laughing as I went to the bar, asking for a tall glass of water.

The barman cast one look at Taehyung’s figure in our corner and grinned, sliding a glass of ice water to me and I turned, starting towards the group when a tall figure blocked my way.

I frowned immediately.

“Excuse me,” I said, looking up and immediately freezing, my hands matching the cold water’s temperature.

Sehun stared down at me with an unreadable expression on his face. I gaped at his appearance. He was dressed in his usual ‘I own the world’ style but his eyes were reddish as were his cheeks. He was obviously drunk. He looked so different from how put together he looked at school.

“Sehun,” I breathed, worriedly, glancing at my friends but they were too far away and wouldn’t hear anything over the music.

“You look so scared.” He said.

My eyes went back to him. He looked drunk but his words weren’t slurred. He probably was still mostly sober.

“I am not.” I said, trying to walk past him but he moved to the side, countering me.

“Sehun, I don’t want to talk to you.” I said.

“I could tell. I sent you texts, called you, emailed you, but you didn’t reply once. What, am I not good enough for you anymore?” he asked.

“I would say you thought I wouldn’t be good for you.” I hissed.

“That’s where you’re wrong, baby. I never said that. You were amazing. You were perfect before you changed.” He hissed.

“You changed too.” I retorted, watching his eyes flicker.

“I was dealing with things! I need you on my side, on my team! You left me.”

I scoffed, again trying to get away but his hand shot out, latching on my arm so tightly, I winced.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to stay here and talk to me. You’re going to start by telling me who the other guy is. Is he here with you now?” he hissed.

I tried to shake his hand off. “Sehun, get off,” I said.

He sneered, tightening his grip instead. I nearly dropped the glass before placing it on a chair and gripping his hand, “Sehun, please,” I whispered.

“What is it? You don’t like me touching you anymore, baby?” he scoffed.

He was going to bruise me, I thought desperately, still trying to get his hand off. “You’re hurting me, Sehun.” I plead. His eyes didn’t soften. “You hurt me too, babe.” He said.

Get your hand off her.”

For the second time in the night, I froze but this time Sehun did too, his eyes lifting from my almost crying ones to see who had spoken.

I closed my eyes. Just one night, I just wanted one night free from all this.

Yoongi walked, smoothly and confidently towards us, his eyes steely. I was surprised at his appearance again. His hair was dyed back to its natural black, deep and inky. He was in a full-fledged suit, black and form fitting. He looked as if he could stop the world with a snap of his fingers. This was the real Min Yoongi. He came to stand next to, his own hand closing around Sehun’s and yanking it off me. 

I pulled my arm away, rubbing at it furiously as Yoongi slipped in front of me, barring Sehun from me.

“Min, stay out of this. I’m having a conversation with my girlfriend.” He said.

Ex-girlfriend and it doesn’t seem that she wants to have a conversation with you. I suggest you back off and not lay your hands on her.” Yoongi replied easily.

“Look, you don’t know anything, ok? So whatever idea of misplaced loyalty you have to her, take it and leave.” He Sehun snarled. “You don’t know what she has been doing.” He said, his eyes finding me behind Yoongi.

“I honestly don’t care, Sehun, but if you think I am going to stand by and watch you manhandle her, you’ve got me all wrong.” He snapped.

“I wasn’t manhandling her. She was running off to some other guy!” he roared.

I flinched, looking around to see people were beginning to stare, even the barman but he wasn’t interfering. Naturally, he must know Yoongi was the son of the owners, he wouldn’t say anything.

This could turn bad. Sehun was drunk. What if he hit Yoongi?

“That’s her business.” Yoongi shrugged. His voice was tightening, I realized, catching on to the signs that even Yoongi, cool and calm Yoongi was beginning to lose his cool. I reached out, placing a hand on his arm, feeling the muscles tense and flex through the material of his suit jacket. He paused for a minute before relaxing under my touch.

“Yeah well, it’s mine too because the bitch was cheating on me. She fucked some slimy bastard behind my back. I can talk to her if I want because I didn’t do anything wrong and you can’t stop me, you don’t own this place.” he spat out running a hand through his hair.

Yoongi’s fist bunched and I tightened my hold on his arm. He had officially gotten mad. If he punched Sehun it would ruin his image. What if someone found out who he was?

Instead, Yoongi surprised me by chuckling, low and dark. “Actually, I can stop you, Sehun.” The way he said his name was a direct threat.

“You want to know why? Because I am the slimy bastard she slept with,” Yoongi’s voice had dropped several octaves, his tone so dangerous it made the hair on the back of my neck stand.

Sehun’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping, his body slumping as he stared at Yoongi. “Y-You?” he asked.

“Yes, Oh, me, as far as I am concerned, she left you the night of your birthday when you were a dick to her so she didn’t exactly cheat. Now, I would suggest you watch your language about her and keep your distance from us.” He said, backing slightly into me, his back pressing into my side.

“Y-you can’t possibly…you hate each other!” Sehun grunted.

“Maybe we do, but that is not your concern anymore. Just stay away from her.” Yoongi said and triumphantly turned, grabbing my hand as he led me off. I numbly followed, as people kept throwing us glances.

Yoongi led me to a back hallway, opening a utility door and letting us out into an alley.

He shut the door with a loud clang as I wrapped my arms around myself, rubbing off any residual wetness around my eyes. I jumped when I felt his fingers gently wrap around the stinging spot on my arm where Sehun had gripped me.

I whirled out of his hold, backing up as he followed slowly, eyes, dark and intense on me. “Are you hurt?” he asked his voice still low and urgent.

“I am fine.” My voice came out squeaky and I cleared my throat quickly.

“Y/N,” he began but I shook my head. “I should head inside. The others would be waiting for me.” I said.

“You can’t go inside. He’s still inside. Just text them,” he waved a hand dismissively.

I frowned. Did he think he could boss me around after everything he said? I wanted to ask but I had more pressing questions.

“Why?” I asked.

“Why what?” he asked.

“Why would you stand up for me? You didn’t have to do that.” I said, folding my arms.

His face fell before contorting. “I didn’t have to do that? You’re joking, right? I am part of the reason why he was thrashing you about and he hurt you!” he said.

“Still,” I said.

He stopped, watching me carefully.

“You know why I did it, Y/N. You don’t have to ask.” He said.

“No, I don’t.” I shook my head.

He ignored that. “Did you hear the song?” he asked.

“What does it matter? I want to know why you did it!”

“I already told you!”

“No, you’re lying because you made it quite clear what you felt that morning!” I gritted. “You can’t take it back, not like that. You can’t just say something like that to Sehun and sing some songs and think everything is ok!” I said.

“So you did hear the song?”

I growled, wanting to smack the stupid smirk off his face and my fist closed but he caught it.

“Are you going to hit me again?” he tilted his head curiously.

I laughed bitterly. “Hit you? No, Yoongi, that would require me touch you and I don’t even want to look at you.” He said.

Yoongi looked pissed as he glared at me.

“You know, I didn’t write that entire song. I was filling in for you. You made the song. So, tell me, Y/N, how long have you had feelings for me?” he asked.

He smirked again, arms crossing as mine dropped as I gawked at him.

“It could’ve been for Sehun too.” I fought.

He snorted. “Doubtful, Y/N, I’m not an idiot. Tell me how long.”

“I don’t –,”

“How long?” he yelled, his loud voice echoing around the empty alley.

“Since I met you!” I shouted back, watching his jaw drop. “What?” he asked weakly.

“Ever since I saw you, you’ve been eating away at my mind. I thought I hated you but you fucking fascinated me. I thought it would be easy to hate you because you were an ass but then you turned out to be nice. You were being sweet and kind and funny and I just…let myself fall…but then I turned out to be right. You were an egocentric ass. I thought you felt the same. I thought you cared too but I guess not.” I said.

Yoongi was moving even before I was finished. Both hands came up to grab the sides of my face and he pulled me to him roughly, his lips closing on mine as he pushed me back against the wall, trapping me between the cold bricks and his warmth. He kissed me harshly and I kissed back with equal fervor, releasing pent up frustration and heart ache against his mouth.

I shoved him away finally, both of us gasping for breath as he tried to move in again but I held up my hands.

“You’re as bad as Sehun.” I panted.

“What the hell do you mean? I didn’t manhandle you!” he said.

“You broke my heart too.” I said softly and his eyes dropped.

“And I am sorry for it, but if would just listen to me,” he began.

“You don’t get it, Yoongi. You can’t make this up. There is nothing at all that you can say that would make it up.” I said.

“Let me finish. I just need you to listen to what happened. It was a misunderstanding.” He said.

His voice was edging towards desperation but I wasn’t going to let him do this to me.

“I can’t, Yoongi.” I moved to the side, towards the opening of the alley.

He moved with me. “Please, give me one chance to explain, Y/N. I’m not trying to make it up to you. I want us to start over completely.”

I looked down, trying to walk off again but his hand shot out, blocking my way as he pressed his palm to the wall. “I am not going to let you walk away again, Y/N.” he said, his voice stoic again.

I sighed. I just wanted this to be over. “Okay,” I said softly. 

Goodnight, Lily

Originally posted by satin-kiss

In the months leading up to it, you were admittingly terrified of parenthood. Shawn tried to get you to stay calm because “it’s not good for the baby” but you did, from time to time, have a small freak out. All the parenting books said it was normal and all the movies on parenthood you’d seen, throughout your whole lifetime, had all said that it was perfectly normal and yet you vividly remember feeling like you were completely alone, especially since Shawn seemed to have it all together. You later found out this wasn’t true of course but the minute your beautiful baby girl was in your arms it was like someone had finally taken the weight off your back, at least for a little bit. The worries came and went but overall it wasn’t nearly as bad as you’d pictured it would be, in fact, Shawn and you were an amazing parenting team. What wasn’t amazing? Trying to get Lily to sleep.

It was like I said, you and Shawn were an amazing team and made sure that their other wasn’t getting overwhelmed or caught up but when Shawn went on a small promo tour, putting Lily was near impossible.
Let me backtrack:

“…lovely? Isn’t she precious? Just a couple months old” you watched his smile grow as he changed the lyrics to fit the baby he was slowly rocking to sleep, his foot pushing against the floor to rock the chair and assist in doing so.
“She’s gorgeous” he looked up from her to the doorway where you stood. Tears lining his eyes as you made your way to the back of the rocking chair and rested your arms on the back. “We did good” “we really did” he nodded, turning his head to kiss you “so good” he laughed looking down at his daughter again.
“How in the world am I going to get her to sleep while you’re gone?” you exhaled as you began to run your fingers lazily through his curls. He turned his body, his head slightly tilted as if you’d asked a dumb question, “What do you mean? Sing to her? Rock her?” you rolled your head around smiling at his obliviousness. “Dude we both know you’re the singer in the family” “dude”, he mocked “it’s not about the voice it’d about hearing her parents, plus you’re an amazing singer” “yeah” you scoffed “when singing in the forest… where I couldn’t possibly deafen anyone with my high pitched screeching” he tried to form his smile into a hard line in order to scorn you. “You’ll do fine baby”

Which brings us back to current day, as you walked around with your hair in a messy bun, with mixtures of spit up and baby food on your shirt and a baby girl, no matter how gorgeous she may be, being a pain In your side as she won’t lay down. “Come on Lily, mamas tired” you groaned as you dropped into the rocking chair that sat in the corner of her nursery. “Alright, let’s try this” you shifted her onto your opposite arm and began to softly rock back and forth on the wooden chair “isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful? Isn’t sh—“ her cries soon become wails and suddenly found yourself making a choice you hadn’t wanted to.

“I can’t do this” you softly cried, “i can’t do this without you” he shushed at you softly across the phone trying his best to sooth you. “Baby you’re an amazing mother, it’s okay that you’re a little overwhelmed, I’d be surprised if you weren’t” “yeah but—“ you sniffled “I can’t get her to sleep and she won’t stop crying and I feel like she isn’t eating and she has this look like she knows I’m a mess I ca-“ “honey you’re overwhelmed and you’re tired. I promise you’re seeing things that aren’t there” “yeah?” “The only look she’s had these past couple months is the small smile she makes when she farts” you softly chuckled, it growing bigger and bigger as Shawn’s laugh joined. “Did you try singing to her?” he started the conversation again after giving you a small moment of clarity. “Yeah but she doesn’t like it as much as when you do it” “why don’t you try a different song? You always said you wanted to sing her to sleep with Hey Jude” “I just thought, Stevie Wonder was working so well” “I don’t know, try Hey Jude and if it doesn’t work I’ll come home okay? Just take a deep breath and stress. You’re amazing. I love you” “love you too” you tried to keep your voice from cracking as you hung up.

“Okay baby,” you wiped at your eyes with you free hand “let’s do this again, okay?” you smiled weakly at the baby wrapped in her pink blanket. You put her gently up against your chest and took a deep breath, softly rocking the chair back and forth again. “Hey Jude, don’t make it bad take a sad song and make it better…” you began softly and soon enough felt her nodding off to sleep., you nearly woke her up with how happy you were, and attempted to not let any of your tears fall onto her as you cried.

“Shawn…” you smiled, wiping at your cheeks, “she’s asleep” you watched from above as she slept in her crib. “She’s so beautiful” you nodded and walked out of the room, softly closing the door behind you. “Thank you for being so… amazing” you listened to the smile spend across his cheeks “I knew you could do it, you just gotta get out of your own head” “I know” you sighed hoping back into bed after such a long day. “get some sleep, I love you” “I love you” you smiled and hung up knowing not to stay up on the phone to him too long because it wouldn’t be long before lily was up again.

anonymous asked:

Can you do the S&M brothers' s/o lovingly caressing their face or stroking their head while sucking her blood?

Admin Mawile: (*・∀・)ノ゛


-That is not the reaction that humans are supposed to have to a bite. He’s honestly surprised that you’re acting more affectionate than pained, and while he is too lazy to force you to stop, he’s not particularly fond of what you’re doing. It feels much too kind for the situation. 


-He’s not pleased at all that you’re touching him without permission, and gives you a very strict reprimand on why that is not allowed. However, now that he’s discovered that you feel such affections for him, enough to even look past the pain of a bite, he has new ways of manipulating you. 


-He pulls back almost immediately, looking at you like you’ve gone crazy. While sometimes humans like being bitten, being so affectionate is highly unusual, and he’s not entirely sure how to react. He’s likely to be twice as rough now, just to see what kind of reaction you’ll have then. 


-He immediately pulls back, screaming at you for touching him so suddenly. He has an absolute fit over the situation, and is nothing short of furious that you’re not following the pattern he expects. Even though the reaction was positive, he sees it as wrong that you’re not acting like every other human. 


-He happily leans into the touch, taking it as an invitation to get even closer to you. It’s rather strange that you’re reacting so affectionately, but he has no problems with getting closer to you. Just be careful; he tends to take the slightest offer of contact as permission to do much more. 


-He tenses up almost instantly, completely unused to the humans he preys on being anything but terrified. It’s extremely strange to have someone he’s feeding on being so affectionate, and is completely unsure of how to react to you treating him with more love than horror. 


-He does not appreciate being suddenly touched without permission, and gets almost angry that you dared to think for yourself and try something like that. You’ll be punished for acting out, especially because the kindness was such a shock to him that it actually did something break his cool. 


-He doesn’t understand why you’re trying to be nice to him when he’s doing something that hurts you. It’s downright bizarre that you’d be kind to him with nothing in return, and he’s left horribly confused about why you did that. It just doesn’t make sense to him, why you’d give away affection so easily. 


-He can mostly ignore what you’re doing, and as long as you don’t interfere with his meal, he won’t particularly care. Trying to be so nice to him while he’s doing nothing but biting you is stupid, and he can’t see why you’d go out of your way to try to encourage what he did to you. 


-He loves any and all kinds of affection from you, and practically melts into the touch. Hes delighted that you enjoy his bites so much, and takes the kindness as encouragement to cause you more and more kinds of pain. He’s honestly just happy that you want to be so nice to him.