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This was the message I was greeted by in the middle of an episode of Big Bang Theory in my living room. Frozen halfway through a forkful of Kraft Mac N’ Cheese, I sat bolt upright and turned around to look out the window. The sky, as I thought, was crystal clear. A few clouds, but nothing crazy. No rain. No thunder. Nothing. Confused, I turned off the TV, erasing the alert from the screen. My two dogs came walking over to me and I patted them on their heads. One of my dogs, the other’s brother, was shaking profusely from the buzzing noise that always shows up with Amber Alerts and the like. I left them in the living room and walked through my kitchen and onto my front porch. My neighbors, too, were standing outside their houses, all looking at the sky in bemusement.

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BTS / Their S/O undresses at night

REQUEST: Can I request a reaction to BTS waking up in the morning and seeing that you took your pants off in the middle of the night?

This might not be exactly what you requested, but I hope you still enjoy!


Jin

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


It was the first time you were spending the night with him, so it was normal that you were a little awkward. When you basically insisted that you were going to sleep with jeans and your sweater on, Jin just laughed, telling you that you were probably going to regret it.

Telling him that you wouldn’t, you got into bed with him, trying to calm your beating heart down. He was really close to you. So close that you weren’t sure you were going to be able to sleep at all.

But his soft breathing and the feeling of his warm body next to yours calmed you down enough to realize that you were actually almost sleeping. And then Jin’s prophecy came true. You just couldn’t sleep with jeans on. It was hot and uncomfortable.

At first, you decided you’d just suffer, but a few hours later, you realized that sleep was more important and sat up in bed to slip your jeans off. When you sleepily lied down on your pillow again, you saw Jin’s smiling eyes.

“Oh. Did I wake you?” you asked awkwardly.

“Yeah,” he said, smirking. “I told you you’d regret it.”

You groaned. “Sleep.”

“I’m trying,” he replied, wrapping an arm around you again. “But I can’t sleep unless you’re sleeping, too.”


Suga

Originally posted by chimtae

Yoongi kept trying to convince you that you undressed in your sleep, but you never believed him. You were always too exhausted to remember what you wore to bed but you were certain that you woke up in the same clothes.

“No,” Yoongi disagreed. “I’ll prove it to you.”

You just shook your head, dismissing this topic and went back to what you were doing before he interrupted you.

Once it was time to go to sleep, Yoongi gave you a sneaky smile. “Let’s take a picture.”

“I’m too tired,” you sighed. “Let’s just—”

“Come on, just a quick one. In front of that mirror right there,” Yoongi pleaded.

Groaning, you agreed, simply unable to tell him no. Your exhausted brain didn’t see through his plan as you smiled tiredly at the mirror while he took the picture and then finally allowed you to go to bed.

You fell asleep as soon as your head touched the pillow.

When your alarm rang in the morning, you extended a hand to reach for your phone to stop the annoying noise. When you opened your eyes to put the phone back, you noticed that Yoongi was awake. For the first time in your relationship, it looked as if he woke up first.

“You never wake up before me,” you said matter-of-factly.

“Get out of bed,” he told you.

You frowned. “What—”

“Do you remember how we took a picture before going to sleep last night?” he asked while you sat up, stretched, and stepped out of bed.

“I remember… something,” you said, yawning.

Yoongi extended his hand, not saying anything. He was showing you the picture he presumably took last night. It was you and him in front of the mirror, both of you wearing sweatpants and warm sweaters because the heating in your house wasn’t ideal. Only, as you were looking at the picture, you realized that Yoongi was still wearing the same clothes, while you were only wearing the sweater. Which was inside out for some reason.

Groaning loudly, you realized what he had just done.

“Did you seriously just take that picture so you could prove this to me?” you asked.

Yoongi grinned. “Yes. And see? I was right.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Have a good day today,” he said, still smiling, but closing his eyes and cuddling into his pillow. “I’m going back to sleep.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by mvssmedia

You had just come home from the cold weather outside. Even though you took your coat and shoes off, you could still feel the snow on you and you couldn’t stop shivering. Hoseok made you hot tea so you’d warm up and told you to go to bed. You were exhausted after a long day, though, so you fell asleep before he even brought you the cup.

Smiling at your sleeping face, he wrapped the sheets tighter around your body so you’d stop shivering even in your sleep, and then he went to take a shower before he joined you in bed.

When he left the bathroom forty minutes later and got under the sheets, preparing to wrap his arms around you, he almost screamed in horror at the feeling of your cold feet against his legs. He swore you were wearing three pairs of socks before you got into bed.

“Y/n?” he whispered, checking if you were awake.

You didn’t reply, clearly still sleeping. Hoseok didn’t want to wake you to tell you to put your pants and socks back on so you wouldn’t be cold. Clenching his teeth, he threw his leg over yours so his body warmth would warm you up. For the first few moments though, he felt as if the opposite was happening – your cold was passing to him. But soon, he felt you warm up and he wasn’t as cold anymore, either.

In the end, he decided that he preferred warming your body with his, instead of telling you to dress as warmly as you could.


RM

Originally posted by wreckitrapmon

Namjoon liked to hold you in his arms when you slept together and the first few nights he was awakened by you trashing feverishly in his arms. He woke up in shock, releasing you from his grip and watching you take your sweatpants off. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he realized that this is what you were trying to do all along. You must have gotten too hot in your sleep but his strong arms around you didn’t allow you to relieve yourself from this warmth.

Obviously, as soon as you lied back down in bed, he wrapped his arms around you again, hearing you sigh in content, and smiling to himself.

He got used to this habit of yours later and it became somewhat of a tradition. Whenever he’d feel you nudge him at night, he’d let you go, wait until you undressed so you were comfortable and then hugged you again.

“Why don’t you just not wear pants to bed, to begin with?” he asked you one morning.

“Because I’m cold before I fall asleep,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “I take them off when I warm up.”

“I’d warm you,” he suggested.

“No offense, Joon, but you’re just as cold as I am when we go to sleep,” you told him. “We’re a mess of chattering teeth and shivers until we fall asleep.”


Jimin

Originally posted by namj00nsweetie

Normally, you brought your pajamas when you stayed over at the dorm with Jimin, but this time, you showed up, not planning to spend the night. Which is why when Jimin convinced you to stay because it was snowing outside (“Baby, it’s cold outside,” was what he said and you had the song stuck in your head the whole night), you didn’t have what to wear to bed.

Jimin had offered you his shirt but for some reason, you felt uncomfortable wearing so little clothing when the rest of the boys were just outside of his bedroom. So, you went to bed wearing the same clothes that you came with.

Needless to say, it soon got really uncomfortable to sleep in jeans and a hoodie that was comfortable during the day but was going to kill you at night. When did it get so uncomfortable? It was starting to get too much for you, so still not being fully awake, you slowly took your jeans off and then a few minutes later removed your hoodie, too.

It felt much better and you swore you haven’t slept that well in months.

What you forgot, however, was that you tended to throw your covers off of you when you slept, which is why in the morning, you found yourself on your stomach with your arm hanging outside of the bed while Jimin was forced to sleep in a pile of blankets.

And like it tended to happen a lot in the dorm, Hoseok burst into Jimin’s room, opening his mouth to say something until he noticed the sight in front of him: you in your underwear and nearly out of bed while Jimin was in a cocoon of blankets.

“That’s an interesting scene…” Hoseok mumbled, pulling his phone out to take a picture of the scene so he could tease Jimin later.


V

Originally posted by mvssmedia

He always had to cuddle when you slept with him. It was natural that you got hot and undressed as much as possible at night. Sleeping next to him was like sleeping next to a heater in summer.

“Why do you always undress at night?” Taehyung asked after he woke up one morning.

“Because you’re too hot,” you answered simply.

He smirked at this. “Is that so?”

“No, wait, that’s not what I meant,” you replied, suddenly blushing. “I mean, you produce so much warmth when we sleep, it’s impossible.”

“It’s probably because you’re hot too,” he said, still smiling. “And extremely cute when you’re blushing.”

“Let’s not talk about this,” you asked, covering your face with your hands.

“No, don’t hide your pretty face from me,” Taehyung said, trying to peel your hands away from your face, so he could see you. “Do you think if I wore extra clothes to bed you’d be even hotter and therefore take more of your clothes off?”

“Tae!”

“I’m just checking,” he shrugged his shoulders, laughing. “I’m probably going to have to try that.”

“I’m going to refuse to sleep with you if you do stuff like that,” you told him.

He gasped dramatically. “How could you say that?!”


Jungkook

Originally posted by justanotherwriter1

Jungkook usually slept with the covers off. That is, he threw them all off of him at night, and all of them landed on you. Naturally, you were suffocating under a large number of blankets, even if it was winter. More often than not, you found yourself waking up just so you could throw your pajama bottoms off in hopes of feeling some more air.

Obviously, you tried to throw the covers back to him but his cat-like reflexes blocked your throw and the blankets found their way back to you in a second or less.

“Jungkook,” you said loudly one morning after you woke up sweating.

He was startled awake and looked at you in shock. “What happened?!”

“Look at us!” you said, struggling to get your hands out from under the covers. “I’m dying in here.”

“Why do you have so many blankets on you, then?” he asked cluelessly.

“Because you threw them all off!” you said. “Honestly, I love you, but this is driving me crazy. Not even taking my clothes off is helping me endure this.”

“Not even—wait, you’re not wearing clothes?” he asked, his eyes lighting up instantly.

“Of course not. It’s already as hot as it is, I don’t need—” you were cut off by Jungkook who gathered every blanket and started to pull it off of you. “What are you doing?”

He pulled all of the blankets away from you and threw it off the bed. You felt yourself shiver instantly but Jungkook seemingly didn’t notice that as his eyes scanned your body that was only hidden behind a white see-through oversized shirt.

“We’re not using blankets anymore,” Jungkook said, decidedly. “We can keep each other warm if we need to.”

Dare.

Request: ‘’Can you do ‘’I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend'’ for reader and Bucky please?’’ 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, sexual tension, mentions of masturbation

A/N: This is for our Halloween Special ( #halloweenwithdaniandmia ) but life happened and just now I could write it. I’m so sorry that it took so long! This is also my first Bucky fic and I’m nervous bc I fucking love him, so any feedback is more than welcome! 

Originally posted by vintagefangirll


     After a long but succesful mission you were back to the Avengers compound; it had cost some bruises to the team, nothing really bad, but the tension and the mental fatigue were the worst. After an endless afternoon of sleep everybody woke up in a really good mood and relax was the only mission now.  The guys decided to watch a game and then hit a bar while you, Wanda and Nat were grateful to have the place for yourselves. Your girls night would be a success.
     You were working on a huge Mojito jar when you heard Steve yell “bye girls, have fun” while rushing through the door. You spun in your feet to say “bye” but your elbow bumped at the jar; thankfully Bucky was right behind you and reached it before it could crash on the floor. You squealed, startled, and luckily everybody thought it was because you almost ruined the pitcher but the real reason was the man that was so close to you.
     He was in black jeans and a navy blue shirt, the light fabric nearly drawing his muscles, and his hair was pulled back. You shook your head and laughed as he made a fake shock face.
     - Careful, Doll. - He said through a half smile.
     - I don’t need to, you are here to save the innocent liquor from my clumsy skills. - you grinned and winked at him. - You’re the girls’ night hero!
     He laughed and leaned to you, his flesh arm wrapped around your waist to lift you and he quickly placed a kiss on your cheeck before let you go. Your blood boiled in your face but thankfully he was heading to the door and didn’t see the effect of his trick. “Bye girls’’ he shouted before slamming the door behind him.
     Your lips were still spreaded on a wide smile when you looked at the girls. Uh-oh. The devilish grin on Nat’s face meant she noticed your state. Actually, you were fifty shades of pink and smiling like a teenager, a non-spy person would noticed it too. Wanda giggled and covered her mouth with her hands.
     - What? - You asked trying to play cool but you failed miserably when a giggle escaped your lips.
     - Not now… We will talk about it when this jar gets empty. - Nat teased and you knew she never would let the subject go. Nice.
     You didn’t want to talk about it because you didn’t know what it was. He is your best friend and you love him just like that but he has an effect on you. You wanted to be friends but you also secretly wanted to tangle your limbs with his and never let go. He is a gentleman but also a giant sexy teddy bear who hates wearing shirts. It’s not your fault that you have this sinful thoughts about him.
     That’s what you said to them after drinking an impressive amount of alcohol. The three of you were a drunk mess and the world seemed hazy through your laugh tears.
     - Hey! You have only called truth while Nat and I have attended to all your dares. Not fair! - Wanda accused you and you flinched, fearing what is coming.
     - I guess we have to think about a special dare for Y/N, Wanda! - Nat grinned and you knew you were screwed.
     - Yes, Nat! Something envolving the giant sexy teddy bear! - Wanda giggled clapping her hands and Nat squealed.
     - Hell no! - You shouted.
     - Hell yes! I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend Bucky! - Nat said and you seriously thought about ripping her throat.
     - I… I can’t! Oh my God I can’t do this! - You pleaded but it was no use. You have dared Wanda to talk to the pizza deliver guy only in bra and panties not even half hour ago.
     - You know the rules, Doll. - Nat whispered and mocked at the petname Bucky gave you.
     Your hand was shaking and you barely could search for the camera app. You gulped the rest of the drink in your glass and breathed heavy, trying to calm down. After a moment you were feeling more confident. You took off your panties and shirt and lay down on your bed. You placed the camera above your head, searching for the best angle. If you were doing this, it has to be the best nude of your life. You pinched your left nipple and crossed your legs, trying not to show too much, and found your best angle. You smiled innocently to the camera until you heard the small click. You studied it for a while and well… you looked good.
     They nocked on your door shouting ’‘let us in’!’ ’'I wanna see it!”. You slipped into your clothes and opened the door, showing them the pic.
     - Oh my god he is SO having a heart attack when he sees it! You look hot, send it already! - Wanda said analyzing the picture.
     - I can’t! I won’t be able to look at him ever again! - You whined but in a second your phone was gone.
     - Done! - Nat announced with a smirk.
     You froze on your spot. What if he didn’t like it? What if your friendship change? What if he gets mad at you? Scold you? You couldn’t breathe. But other thoughts flooded your mind… What if he does like it? What if he gets a boner right now wherever he is? What if he touches himself looking at it? You pictured him stroking himself while looking at you.. his lips slightly parted, focused face…
     - Come on! He knows you’re drunk already! - Wanda snapped you out of your daydream while tugging you back to her room, where the drinks were.
     You kept talking and laughing for hours and you forgot about the whole nude pic thing until your phone buzzed. Thankfully the girls were blabbing and didn’t noticed it, you could deal whith it alone. You sighed and checked it. It was your mom inviting you to lunch on sunday. After replying her you touched at his icon and saw the blue double check behind your picture. A wave of shame washed you and you felt rejected. He didn’t even replied it.
     You said you were hungry to escape to the kitchen alone but they followed you. The cold pizza was fantastic but the anxiety left a bitter taste on your tongue. You were sitting on the couch when you heard the boys arriving. The door cracked and Steve and Sam came in talking cheerfully about the game and Bucky was following them. He was tense, jaw clenched.
     His dark eyes scanned the room before finding you. From afar he locked his eyes at yours and you felt like your neck and face were on fire. His gaze was so intense you couldn’t look away. He bit on his lower lip and soothed it with his tongue before opening the sexiest smile you have ever seen. He walked to you still smiling and leaned to you.
     - I… I… I’m sorry I was… - you began to stutter but he didn’t let you finish. His kiss were fierce.
Everybody was watching surprised.
     - Shut up! - He groaned and wrapped his metal arm around your thighs before lifting you to his shoulder.
     Your waistline was on his shoulder, your head hanging on his back. He spun on his feet and you gaped at them, not able to say anything. Steve was in shock, Sam was nodding with a smirk, Wanda was gaping and Nat had a satisfied grin ghosting on her lips, putting her hands together. Bucky grabbed your ass unceremoniously and rushed to his bedroom. 
     After he slammed the door shut you could hear the rest of the team whistling and cheering. Ashamed, you were about to scold him for the PDA sample when he threw you on his bed. Instantly you forgot everything.



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bad day || min yoongi

Anonymous said: Hiya!! I was just wondering if you could write some yoongi angst/fluff? I don’t really have many ideas but maybe you guys have been really distant and then something bad happens to u then you start crying and the first person you think to call is yoongi? Idk I just rlly need some good yoongi fluff and ur such a good writer, so who better to ask than you? Tysm if you decide to do it ❤️

Min Yoongi x reader

Summary: Your day just keeps getting worse and worse, and it all gets too much. Luckily, Yoongi knows exactly what to do to make everything better. 

Genre: angst/comfort

Words: 1721

sorry I changed it a bit and just wrote general yoongi comfort because you guys seem to like that (and so do I)~~ thanks for requesting!! <3

he’s beautiful LOOK AT HIM

Originally posted by sugagifs


To say I had been having a hard day would be an understatement. 

It started off badly when I found out I had saved an alarm for 7pm instead of 7am the night before. The alarm was for an exam I had that day - I had stayed up all night revising for it. Yoongi and I had decided to go on a date afterwards to celebrate, and I had planned to wake up early to get some extra work in. 

But instead, I woke to my phone ringing and a friend in my class asking if I was okay, and where I was, because the test was about to start. I threw on some clothes and barely even locked the door before I was running to my college, knowing the bus would take too long. I arrived, sweaty and barely awake, just in time for it.

But my rush of a morning and anxiety levels that were already off the charts meant I had a complete mental blank in the middle of the test, and forgot everything I had stayed up so late cramming into my head. I almost cried when I handed the paper in, knowing without even getting it back that I had failed, and thinking about how important it was to my final grade. I pushed back tears, knowing I just had to get through the rest of the day before I could see Yoongi.

However, my optimism was quickly crushed when I realised that I had forgotten to bring my money in, so I couldn’t buy any lunch, and with the speed that I had got dressed and left this morning, I hadn’t even had time to eat. On top of that, I had a huge argument with my friend after the exam. It was about something stupid, but still hurt and upset me all the same.

By my last class, I just wanted to go home. The only thing keeping me going was the thought of seeing Yoongi, and just forgetting about everything else. As the day dragged on, my head and body began to ache, and the urge to cry became more and more prominent. All I wanted to do was get home.

Then I missed my bus. It might not seem like the biggest deal, but with the rain that had begun pouring down, and the difficulty I was already having at even getting enough energy to walk, it pushed me over the edge. Everything seemed to pile up as I watched the bus drive off and stood in the rain, knowing all my books were getting soaked, and I would have to walk the whole way home. There wouldn’t be another bus for an hour. I ran my hands through my hair, groaning, and felt my eyes sting. A lump formed in my throat and I gritted my teeth in an attempt to stop myself from crying.

I stood there for a moment, my mind blank. It was almost an involuntary movement as my fingers shakily reached for my phone, sheltering the screen from the rain with my other hand as I squinted to dial Yoongi’s number.

“Hey,” He answered casually, and I could tell from his voice that he was smiling. I let a tear slip from my eye as I blinked, and it clung to my eyelashes along with the raindrops, before falling and tracing a hot pattern down my cheek. I tried to smile, but my lips were shaking and the lump in my throat only grew at the sound of him speaking.

“Hey,” I said back, my voice wavering. “Would you mind doing me a favour?” I knew my voice was high pitched and shaking, despite how hard I was trying to keep it steady. I just wanted the day to be over.

“What is it?” He asked quickly, and I knew he had heard the tremor in my voice; the tears that had built up in my eyes again.

“Can you come get me?” I ducked my head away from the rain, feeling my top begin to soak through.

“Of course. Where are you?” His voice held a hint of panic, but he remained calm and as soothing as ever. I could hear him moving, probably already walking towards the door.

“I’m at the bus stop outside college.” I almost whispered, trying to calm down my breathing and still my shaking hands. I couldn’t stop replaying the events from the day, my mind running over every stupid thing I had done.

“I’m on my way, baby, do you want me to stay on the line with you?” I let a sad smile lift up the corners of my mouth at how sweet he was. As much as his voice was calming me down, I didn’t want him to talk to me and drive at the same time.

“No, don’t worry, just focus on driving. Thank you so much.” I whispered, my teeth beginning to chatter.

“I’ll be there soon, okay? Just hold on.” I nodded even thought he couldn’t see me, and put my phone away when he hung up. I was shivering all over by then, both from my anxiety and the cold. The street was completely deserted and I sighed shakily, feeling the water begin to drip down the back of my neck, praying for Yoongi to get to me as soon as possible.

It was almost fifteen minutes before he came. Not that it was his fault, of course, but by that time I couldn’t even feel my fingers, and I was completely soaked. Yoongi’s car rounded the corner and slowed beside me, and I quickly got in, barely able to shut the door with how badly I was shaking. He started driving almost as soon as I was inside, but looked over at me worriedly as he did so.

“Y/N.” I heard him say as he took me in, and he grabbed my hand, taking a sharp breath in when he felt my skin. “You’re so cold, oh my god.”

I started crying, overwhelmed by the warmth inside the car, and suddenly thinking about how I was probably ruining his seats with my soaking clothes, along with everything else clouding up my head.

“Oh, Y/N, baby, no.” He breathed, clutching my hand tighter, keeping his eyes on the road but glancing at me with a pained expression. “Just breathe okay, you’re fine, I promise. Everything’s fine.”

I nodded, hunched over, trying to keep as little of me on the seats as possible. The whole way back he spoke slowly and reassuringly to me, never letting go of my hand. I began to calm my breathing, feeling his effect wash over me. By the time we got home I wasn’t crying anymore, just exhaustedly sniffling, still shivering from my wet skin and clothes.

We hurried inside, through the rain, and I gasped at the warmth inside Yoongi’s apartment. I wiped under my eyes, shaking out my shoes, embarrassed at how I was behaving. He slipped off his own shoes before turning to me. 

He sighed again at the sight of me and gently took my head in both his hands, pushing my face into his chest, ignoring the way my soaking hair began to stain his shirt.

“Come on.” he took my hand and began leading me upstairs, still shivering. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

He sat me down on the bathroom counter, helping me out of my soaking trousers. I felt pathetic, and uncomfortable, and kept my head down as he pulled off my socks gently, hands warm agains my frigid skin.

“Arms up.” He commanded softly, and I obliged, too tired to even respond. He gently pulled my shirt off and put it in the hamper with the other clothes. He kissed my forehead quickly.

“I’ll be back in a second.”

A moment later he came back in with some of his own clothes, and helped me pull them over my still shivering body. In his hoodie and sweatpants, I followed him into the bedroom, where he pointed at the bed, not saying anything. I followed wholeheartedly, practically falling into the covers and letting out a sigh of relief at the warmth that I was enveloped in.

I was much calmer by the time Yoongi came back in, my breaths even and my eyes tired. I gave him a grateful smile as he placed a mug of hot chocolate on the table beside me, without a word. He walked over to the other side of the bed, getting in and opening his arms.

I sighed again, happily moving closer and letting him wrap his arms around me, rubbing up and down my back slowly as I pushed my face into his chest.

“What happened?” He murmured, pressing his cheek against the top of my head. I closed my eyes, frowning.

“I just had a really, really bad day.”

It sounded stupid, but he hummed in response, tracing his fingers up my spine.

“Wanna talk about it?”

I shook my head against him and felt him nod, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry.” I muttered, thinking of the date we were supposed to have, and his car seat, and how he now had to take care of me.

“No, no.” He spoke softly, tightening his arms around me. “Don’t be, okay?” He tilted his head back to see me, and I looked up at him, meeting his eyes. After a moment he leaned down and pressed a delicate kiss to my lips, barely touching, and then one to my nose, before wrapping me up again. He didn’t say anything more, but he didn’t need to. I knew just through his actions everything he was telling me: he loved me, and supported me, and just wanted me to be okay.

I found his hand and took it gently, tightening my grip around him with a small smile. The day became less significant - almost forgotten about - and the things that had seemed so terrible didn’t seem as important as I breathed him in, my body relaxing against his side. He brought my hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against the back of it gently. 

“How did I get so lucky?” I murmured, and he let out a soft chuckle, running his fingers through my hair and down to my waist.

“I could ask the same thing.”


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Endearing - [BTS] Husband!Namjoon Au

[A/N] Namjoon almost rarely feels insecure, but there’s something you did that made him feel like he wasn’t your go-to guy, and it made him jealous.

“How does it feels like…?”

“What.”

“To be the reason behind someone’s ultimate happiness?”

Namjoon heard the rustlings through the hallway outside from his home office and saw you dragging the vacuum to the living room while he is scrolling down his phone in black long sleeves and messy hair. The air-conditioner is turned off and the doorbell rang.

“Coming—“ He heard you left the vacuum nozzle behind and fast footsteps down the doorway to the main door. He imagined you peeking through the peephole and opened the door when you deem it’s safe. “Mr. Kim Namjoon?” The mailer politely asked. A little hesitant and unsure but delivers it well. “I’m the wife…” you said, smiling at him. Your oversized t-shirt had your collarbone on peep display and you had your hair tied lazily in a bun.

“Namjoon…” you called, and he delivered a short but weighty, “Yeah?”

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Wings of Butterflies

A/N: Adele believes in trilogies, I believe in pentalogies. This is the fifth and final installment to Rotation (I mean it this time). 

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain //


Who knew the South of France could be boring?

Neither the wine nor the men, either the beaches or the crystal clear water could interest you. Your family knew something was up with you, your brother even attempting a heart-to-heart one night to pry deep into the corners of your mind to understand why you weren’t your happy, bubbly self. Even Harry’s family had taken notice, his sister struggling to get more than three word answers from you, either via text or in person, over the last few months.

But you stayed mum. You hadn’t much to say anyway. You’d done a lot of growing, a lot of thinking, since Harry had left you all alone.

If life were divided into chapters, the night he came round and the morning he left made for a very distinct Ending and Beginning.

Harry hadn’t been able to ignore you for much longer than a week. Not because of your persistence—no, you hadn’t reached out to him again since the day he all but vanished from your bed—but because guilt kept gnawing at his conscious every time he looked at his phone. He’d read all the texts—and saved them, too—stared at the missed call notifications, but he hadn’t brought himself to listen to the voicemail you’d left late that evening. He hadn’t mustered up the courage, and he was disgusted with himself for it.

So, with a deep breath, he listened to the message. Better a week late than never, right?

You were crying; well, sobbing was more accurate. You didn’t say anything at first, probably not realizing the recording had clicked on as you choked in search of air. Once you settled down, you laid into him with a few choice words—all of which he agreed with—but it wasn’t the name calling that stuck with him or the way you hoped to never see him again that plagued him with regret. It was your final word, your final question, that haunted him.

Why?

Because there were a million reasons why and none of them excused him for being such a dickhead. And that made him angry, very angry, because there weren’t many situations he found himself completely lost in, unable to navigate the waters, yet here he was drowning in your tears without a buoy or damn life preserver in sight.

So he called.

And, despite being in the library studying for an exam, you answered. You hesitated at first, the stitches holding together your heart pulling at the seams with the sight of his name and his face across your screen, but answered nonetheless.

“Hello?”

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Why Do You Build Me Up?

Summary: Tom has, unknowingly, been stringing Y/N along. Making her feel like there could be a chance between them.

AN: this is based on build me up buttercup by the foundations i suggest listening to this song because the plot of this fic is based on this song and also because it’s amazing

Tom Holland x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

“You’re here? As in you’re home?”

“I am. Just for a couple of weeks before I’m off to shoot another movie.” Tom’s smooth voice rang in my ear.

“Oh, um, wow. That’s great! I-I’ve missed you.” Tom and I have been close friends for years. I can’t deny that, in those years, I started to develop feelings for him. He and I would flirt sometimes but nothing ever really came from it. No matter how much I wished there would.

“I missed you too, Y/N.” I blushed. “How about this? I’ll come over tonight. Just you, me and a movie. Sounds good?”

“That sounds amazing.” I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling so widely.

“Great. I’ll be over at 10.”

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Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part IV)

A/N: YOUR SELF PROCLAIMED MOTHER HAS ARRIVED TO PROVIDE! Anyway I hope y’all enjoy part four of this mini series. We’re almost there my lovelies.

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna

You fixed your hair for the third time as you sat at your usual booth at Pop’s. The whole day got you thinking and you decided, it was unfair to Reggie’s part if you were going to hold it against him that he didn’t like you back. You can’t put all the blame on someone who didn’t have any idea of your feelings in the first place.

You toyed with your necklace.

Maybe, it was God’s plan that you weren’t able to confess. Maybe it was fate’s way of stopping you from destroying your most precious friendship with Reggie. What’s so wrong about being just friends, anyway? You did it once and it was the happiest moment of your life, you were pretty sure you can handle this.

It was time to fix everything. You already lost the chance of Reggie being your boyfriend but you still had your position as Reggie’s bestfriend and you will not screw that up. Not now, not ever.

You glanced at your watch and noticed one hour passed from the supposed time Reggie was supposed to arrive.You finished your first milkshake and ordered another while replacing Reggie’s melted one. Coach must be killing them right now. Well, it would make sense since their championship game was just right around the corner and Reggie had been killing himself to prepare for it.

Hour two.

Maybe, he fell asleep. You texted him once again and tried to call but it was left unanswered. You called a few more times hoping the ringing would wake him up but you gave up after the sixth try.

Hour three.

He didn’t forget, did he?

No, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t do that to you. Reggie wouldn’t ditch you like that. You waited. For a call, a text, an excuse, a sign to show you that he still cared. That he didn’t forget. That he didn’t forget about you.

That you mattered.

Hour four.

You woke up with a start when you heard the familiar ringing of the bell when the door opened eager to see if it was Reggie’s disheveled hair and guilty face that would greet you but instead, you found the boy next door.

He ordered his usual from Pop’s before glancing around and beaming when he saw you.

“Hey there, bud.” He said sitting in-front of you. “Late night?” he asked as he pouted towards my laptop.

“Nah, I’m just waiting for Reggie.” You said closing your laptop that you used as a distraction to keep you entertained.

Archie’s smile suddenly dropped. “What?”

“Reggie,” You repeated, to clarify that you were waiting for him without needing to repeat the whole sentence. You rolled your eyes when Archie still looked surprised. “He said we would meet here. Y’know the usual.”

“But (Y/N) –“

“But he is late though and I can’t wait to drown him in guilt when he arrives.” You said stretching your arms a bit and felt the smallest relief as it popped.

“(Y/N) – “

“Have you seen him after practice? Maybe he fell asleep and –“

“(Y/N),” you stopped in the middle of your sentence when Archie took your hand to get your attention. “Reggie isn’t coming.”

This time it was your turn to find the right words to say. “What?”

“I …” Archie sighed. Goddamnit, Reggie. “I saw him leave with V after practice he –“

“No.” You slammed your palm in the table making Archie flinch. “He wouldn’t do that to me.” You repeated the very same words you have been using to convince yourself that Reggie did not forget about you.

Archie stared at you as you looked away. Embarrassment and self-pity filling you inside. Tears tried to escape your eyes but you didn’t give them the permission to fall.

“You’re right,” you gave a glance to Archie who smiled warmly. “He wouldn’t do that to you.”Your bottom lip trembled but you masked it with a cough. “I’m sure he’s probably running here right now and kicking his ass.”

That got a small laugh out of you.

“I’ll just wait with you okay?” You shot him a look. Knowing full well he is just staying to make sure you had someone to take you home if Reggie did ditch you. “So that he’ll feel even guiltier when he arrives.” He lied with a smile.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. “Okay.”


Reggie woke up with a start from a bad dream he couldn’t remember. He heard ringing from the other side of Veronica’s room only to see that it was his phone that was the source of it. Thinking it was the alarm he set he stood up to turn it off but felt his hands being stopped by a heavy weight only to see his girlfriend sleeping peacefully.

“Babe, hey,” he whispered, shaking her gently. Veronica groaned in protest. “Wake up, I need to go home.”

Veronica opened her eyes only to see Reggie already reaching out for his shirt and letterman jacket. “Come on now, stop pouting.”

Veronica groaned even more and reached out for her phone. “Reg, can’t you just sleep over? It’s like –“ She squinted from the bring screen on her phone. “It’s 11:12, baby. Can you please stay? Pleeeease?”

Reggie froze. “What did you say?”

“What?” Veronica watched as her boyfriend literally sprinted towards the other side of the room to check his phone.

Shit.

Reggie literally felt every bone in his body turn frozen solid when he saw that it was in fact past 11 and the ringing did not come from his alarm that he missed four hours ago but from Archie who had been calling him non-stop. Along with a bunch of missed calls from you.

“Ron,” he whispered. Afraid that if he spoke any louder his heart would give out. “I need to go.”

“Wait, wha—“

“Sorry! I’ll see you tomorrow. I just – I got to go.”

Reggie forgot all about his car or the fact that he just left his girlfriend, who is probably thinking of ways on how she can break up with him, in her room, too focused on the fact that he just left you all alone on that booth in the middle of the goddamn night.

He just ran and ran and ran the image of your sad distant stare as you waited for him only giving him more adrenaline to run faster. He could feel his legs shaking but he saw the fading lights off Pop’s in the distance and nearly broke the door as he pushed his way inside scaring the life out of Pop’s.

“Jesus, boy,” Pop’s reprimanded. “You gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Pops- wh- where’s –“

“Oh, (Y/N) just left with that Archie boy a few moments ago.” Pop’s said following Reggie’s stare in your booth. Mental images of your hopeful face making his chest tighter by the second and the sudden information of Archie being with you tonight started to fill his veins with poison. He didn’t know what was worse, you being alone or you being with Archie filling up his spot. “Was she expecting you? She looked like she was waiti-“

He ran outside hoping to see a glimpse of you or that red- headed—Archie!

Reggie immediately dialed Archie’s number. “Come on Arch, come on—Archie!”

“Reg, where the fuck were you?!”

“Look I fell asleep and –“

“You better not use that goddamn excuse on (Y/N) she waited for nearly seven hours at Pop’s!”

Reggie was starting to get irritated. Since when did Archie become so attached to you? That was Reggie’s job, not Archie’s, not anyone’s. “What the fuck were you doing with her anyway? Tryna score with my girl, Andrews?”

“What?” Archie’s brain could not even comprehend Reggie’s nerve but he understood that this was Reggie’s defense mechanism.

“I know you like her, Andrews ever since when we were young. And if you’re tryna use this opportunity to –“

“I’m not trying to use anything, Reggie! I just stayed with her because it was late and she had no one to take her home!” Archie nearly screamed on the phone. Defense mechanism or not, he was being an asshole and Archie is going to put an end to it. “In fact, you should be thanking me because if it wasn’t for me your girl would be walking back home in the dark!”

Reggie sighed trying to calm down. “Can I just … can I talk to her?”

“Yeah … that’s the problem pal.” Archie knew that was the closest thing he can get from Reggie as an apology .

“What?” Reggie was pretty sure he was literally gonna die if his heart doesn’t slow down but his fear surpassed his worry about the state of his body.

“I don’t think she’d even want to see your shadow by the looks of it.”

Reggie slumped in the middle of the parking lot. His legs finally giving out. “Is she … is she mad?” Reggie closed his eyes when he realized that mad was the overstatement of the decade.

“No,” Archie said but he sighed making Reggie confused. “Just, I don’t know, sad? Distant? I don’t know how to explain it.”

Reggie couldn’t help but rub his face, trying to calm down. Fuck, that was so much worse. Reggie would’ve preferred if you actually had fun with Archie and completely forgot about him and his slip-up.“Just … where is she? Is she safe?”

“Yeah, I just took her home. But Reg—“

Reggie ended their call before standing up and running towards your house. He’d be damned before he’d let you sleep sad. He felt a buzz on his phone but ignored it, guessing it was Archie trying to stop him.

Reggie literally prayed the whole way to your house to anyone or anything listening from up above. Praying his legs doesn’t give up on him so he can arrive at your house in one piece. Praying you are still awake so that he can apologize properly and you can just forget about this and cuddle. Praying for anything, hell, he’d even accept your anger but he can’t handle you being sad because of him.

When he arrived in your house he swore the ground was moving under his feet but he ignored the urge to throw up. He looked up at your window and saw that you were, in fact, awake. You even looked like you were waiting for him but of course you weren’t. Your gaze was far from him. Your eyes were roaming at the view of Riverdale from your room, trying to memorize every crevice and houses, afraid of forgetting and at the same time wanting not to remember.

Your attention was suddenly torn from your broken yet beautiful town and into your phone.

I’m sorry I’m late.

You looked up from your phone and saw Reggie, a breathless mess, the one thing that was anchoring you into this town. The one thing that somehow managed to become everything you wanted. The person who managed to make you realize that you have a heart while simultaneously breaking it, all without his knowledge.

You wanted to hold on to him until your fingers started crumbling from the pressure but you knew you had to let go.

The tears started falling.

Me too, you replied.

Before Reggie could finish reading the text and trying to call you to try to talk you have already closed your curtains and turned off your phone.

“Goddamnit!” Reggie kicked the grass, trying to find a way to let his anger and frustration out. Once again he sat on the floor, leaning on the tree beside your house.

This was probably the worst fight you had with him. God, did he fuck up.

He opened his phone again to try and call you once more only to see Cheryl’s text from a few minutes ago that sent a chill down his spine.

I warned you.


Reggie was early at your house. Way too early. He brought your favorite sunflowers from the other side of town and drove twice the speed limit to your home to make sure he didn’t miss you even if he had an hour to spare.

“Reggie!” your mom greeted, giving him a hug. “What a pleasant surprise, darling. Come in, come in.”

“Thank you, Mrs. (Y/L/N)” He said giving your mom a hug. “Is (Y/N) –“

“Oh she’ll be down in a few. Sit, darling.” Your mom went back to the kitchen. “Breakfast?”

“Oh no thank you Mrs. (Y/L/N) I’m good.” Reggie doesn’t think he’d actually have the strength to keep whatever he ate inside him, too nervous at your reaction.

“Hey mom I’ll be going early –“

Dumbfounded would be the word to describe as you saw Reggie sitting at the sofa with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a nervous, almost sheepish smile on his face.

“H-Hey.” He said handing you the bouquet. Before you could turn away you saw your mom looking at you at your peripheral view that you gave him a small smile before taking it. “Thanks.” You walked away from him and looked at your mom. “Mom, do you have anywhere to place this on?” you asked.

Your mother smiled sweetly. “Of course,dear.” She said taking the flowers. “I’ll put this in a vase and place it in your room.”

Before you could protest she already walked away going to God knows where. Which left you in an awkward silence with the person you least expected to have an awkward silence with.

“Let’s go?” he asked, trying to slice the tension but trying to ease his way back to you.

“I forgot I actually had to do something –“

“I can wait.”Reggie said too eagerly.

“Reggie –“

“Please (Y/N),” he pleaded. The mask finally falling off to show his desperation. “Let me fix this.”

(Y/N) stared at him but looked down. “There is nothing to fix.”

“I hurt you.” That statement hurt Reggie more than he realized. Saying it out loud really made everything too real. “I fucked up and you are still hurting. God, you couldn’t even look at me for three seconds straight anymore and—and I hate that. And that’s what I want to fix.”

You kept staring down at your shoes while Reggie kept looking at you. Not realizing why he was so afraid to take his eyes off of you. Afraid that you’ll run, which was stupid, but Reggie couldn’t take any chances.

“Walk me to school?” You muttered, looking at him through your lashes.

Reggie gulped but nodded. “Whatever you want, pup.”


When you said ‘walk’ Reggie expected that you wanted to talk but you seemed to be focusing on everything but him. And Reggie is just itching to talk, to hold your hand, to assure himself that he have not completely fucked up the one thing that was constant in his life.

“(Y/N)—“

“Where were you?” You suddenly spoke, making his heart jump. “Last night.” You clarified.

“I fell asleep. Ronnie and I,” the silent wince in your face did not go unnoticed by Reggie and he knew he literally just made everything so much worse. “I—We were messing around and we fell asleep. I set an alarm but I slept through it I’m really sorry (Y/N/N).”

You just nodded and that’s when Reggie started getting defensive.

“Really, pup, why are you making such a big deal out of this. I promise not to do this again, I swear.” He said standing in front of you and offering you his pinky.

“What did you just say?”

“I said I promise –“

“No,” You scoffed and opened your mouth but no words came out. “Wow, you really forgot, huh.”

“What do you mean?” He started getting nervous, if that was possible.

“I thought … I thought that’s why you invited me for a sleepover and—and at Pop’s but …”

“(Y/N/N) please tell me.” He said putting his hands at your shoulders.

Your sad glare made Reggie want to travel back in time and punch his sleeping ass just to stop this from happening. You suddenly looked inside your bag and shoved at Reggie a neatly wrapped box. “Happy anniversary, asshole.” You muttered. “Or is that invalid too since you have a girlfriend already?” You shot at him adding weight on the guilt on his heart. “I hope getting laid was fucking worth it.”

Reggie felt numb.He couldn’t believe he actually forget your ‘anniversary’. His mind got so messed up with football and Veronica that he forgot to buy the bracelet he reserved at the local jewelry shop.

“Jesus fuck, Reggie,” he whispered. He whipped around and ran towards you. You, on the other hand, tried so hard to stop the tears from falling but you were just so full of it.

“(Y/N/N) please I can fix this.” Reggie gasped trying to hold on to you but you just shoved him away. “(Y/N/N)! Wait please!”

“Shut up, Reggie!” you screamed, scaring the shit out of Reggie. “I … I need to go.”

Reggie wanted to protest but you were already on your way so he decided to respect your request. He didn’t realize how literal you meant that.

He didn’t realize he just made the mistake that will screw his life upside down.

kiss me with rain on your eyelashes

this fic was inspired by this lovely drawing by @mundanelion ♥ thank you so much for this beautiful piece and for letting me use it as my muse!

this is a mix of show!canon and book!canon when it comes to magnus’ past

tw: non-graphic description of drowning, past trauma

(thank you to my wonderful beta @magnusragnor who, as always, did an amazing job and put up with my anxious self. i love you)

He should have known from the moment he woke up to the sound of Alec moving around the dark room, stubbing his toe against the dresser and muttering curses under his breath, that this wasn’t going to be the best day. The fact that it was still dark and Alec wasn’t laying in bed, under the warm sheets and and wrapped around Magnus should have been a clue.

“Alexander?” he murmured sleepily.

Through half lidded eyes he saw Alec freeze, his silhouette framed by the city lights filtering through the gap in the curtains they forgot to close the night before, a thin ray of ghostly white breaking through the shadows.

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anonymous asked:

OMGGG PLS DO THE RFA + MINOR TRIO BEING VAGUELY FAMILIAR TO MC PLSS :DDDD (soz for caps tis 3 am and I'm hyPD)

Anon…. Anon I got this message at 2pm. What time zone are you in?!

Also, writing this was a challenge for Saeyoung, Saeran, and Vanderwood, as… well, if you’ve played Saeyoung’s route, you know why.


Sorry this is going up so far behind schedule, I’ve been sleeping for almost two days solid and I woke up and couldn’t find my computer. Turns out my roommate borrowed it and forgot to give it back. But here it is.


Yoosung

  • MC played LOLOL
  • I mean, she was nowhere near the level of SuperYoosung, the #2 of the shooting star server, but she’d gone toe to toe with a dragon alone once
  • On more than one occasion, MC got the change to fight SuperYoosung in game, and every time, even though her level was lower and she always lost, MC kept getting closer to beating him
  • When MC found out SuperYoosung was her Yoosung, she nearly flipped, having chatted with him on an open forum more than once
  • He’s super excited too, though he thought she was a guy because she didn’t have an open mic, and thus didn’t talk to people online
  • After a few months of either playing with Yoosung or watching him play, MC or MasterCoordinator finally manages to beat SuperYoosung in front of his entire guild

Jaehee

  • MC was a barista at a cafe Jaehee frequented for a while
  • Because Jaehee came in often and MC had a little bit of a crush, she knew Jaehee’s order by heart
  • MC also attempted to leave cute messages on the cups and draw cute images in the foam
  • However, Jaehee was usually so busy or stressed, she either didn’t notice, or  thought it was a cute cafe aesthetic
  • It wasn’t until Jaehee and MC were actually working together and MC made her a cup of coffee with an image drawn in the phone did Jaehee connect the two
  • MC revealed that one time, in a truly desperate attempt to get Jaehee’s attention, she wrote her number in the foam, but it was missed completely
  • Jaehee’s embarrassed she didn’t notice sooner, apologizes, and is happy things ultimately worked out
  • The main reason Jaehee kept going back to that cafe was because of the cute barista, that just so happened to be MC

Zen

  • Well, I mean, MC is a casual fan of his
  • But they take the same train
  • Now, Zen doesn’t ride the train all the time, but when he does, they usually end up on the same one
  • More than once she’s taken a sneak pic of him
  • So, in his route, MC was on the train home from work, in a chat, and Zen posted a selfie of himself in the train
  • A quickly scan located him, and he moment she was off the train, she posted it with a little comment
  • “Hope to ride with you again soon~ 😘”
  • Zen freaks in excitement
  • He all but interrogates her about her travel schedule, but MC gives him nothing
  • After he meets her in person, he recognizes her, grins from ear to ear, and say, “I knew you were my type!”

Jumin

  • Well, ironically, she was already a party planner for the rich and famous
  • They met in passing, a tense business smile here, and brief chats about the weather there, so on
  • And needless to say, his father had hit on her, but she turned him down in an instant, stating professionalism, but the truth was, she was creeped out
  • So when she was thrown into the midst of planning an RFA party, she practically had the whole party planned in an instant more out of habit than anything else
  • Jaehee host? Pfft, MC could do it! Not like it’s anything new!
  • One thing MC would remark on for years to come was Jumin’s face when he realized that she was the woman he was speaking to in the chats
  • While she “stayed” with him over the next few days, he was impressed with her work ethic and her ability to plan an entire party from flower arrangements to table settings to music and guests all from her phone
  • If anything, watching her keep a cool head when things went horribly wrong and one thing happened after another, it made Jumin fall more in love with her
  • He genuinely regrets not getting to know her sooner

Saeyoung

  • Well, it took them a little while to recognize each other, but MC put the pieces together eventually
  • It turned out they grew up in the same neighborhood, going to the same church
  • MC had seen him a lot in passing, but had only spoken to him once or twice
  • MC didn’t know much about him, not even his name, she just knew that things were bad at home, he had a twin brother, and if he wasn’t with his twin, he was alone
  • A few times, she came over and gave him things like food, candy, and the like, in the hopes of coaxing a smile out of him, but they never came
  • Saeyoung didn’t immediately recognize her because (1) she had short hair back then, and (2) MC had changed a lot with puberty
  • And while Saeyoung doesn’t like talking about his past or his childhood, he likes that he has someone who was there and understands who is here for him

V

  • MC worked at a gallery as a glorified secretary for the curator
  • V had sold his pictures at the gallery and they’d spoken casually a few times, but he never knew her
  • However, being the polite guy he is, V always remembered her name
  • When they met again, he wasn’t sure until he saw her picture, and he continued to be friendly and polite
  • MC was the first to ask why he hadn’t released any new works lately, as she was a fan
  • When they did meet again, face to face, she openly admitted to him that she’d always harbored a small crush for him
  • The blush on his face was super cute

Saeran

  • Did you think he did his pink tipped hair alone?
  • I don’t think so
  • … okay, after a while he did, but not at first!
  • No, at first, Saeran had to go to a hair stylist
  • MC was new to being a stylist, but she did his hair with impeccable care
  • he found that having her do his hair was incredibly soothing, even if the environment was not
  • Until Saeran could learn to do his hair by himself, he went to MC to get his hair dyed and touched up whenever his roots started to show
  • Because of this, he was able to watch her and get an idea of the kind of person she was (namely that was naive enough to fall for her coworkers tricks from time to time)
  • So when he needed to find a person to plant into the RFA, MC immediately came to mind

Vanderwood

  • MC had once worked with the agency as a independent consultant
  • She didn’t know any details of their operations
  • All she did was consult on several projects
  • She was also legally gagged and threatened
  • One of the projects she worked on was with Vanderwood directly, but not for any long duration of time
  • And honestly, he didn’t remember her until she remembered him

anonymous asked:

Tomione Drunk Dialing???

Getting drunk was never a good idea for Hermione Granger. 

It was a really phenomenally bad idea, but her friends were dirty rotten enablers, so.

They enabled. 

“I mean–” She had to stop talking in the middle of her rant because her wine glass sloshed over the rim of her cup. She stared despondently at the splash of red wine on the ground for a long moment before Ginny leaned over and topped up her glass and she continued, “Who the fuck does he think he is? My–my dad? He’s not my dad.”

“What did he say?” Ginny asked.

“What?” 

“What did he say to you?” Harry cut in. “You never said you just started ranting about his perfect teeth.”

“Ugh,” Hermione groaned emphatically, “He’s never even had braces. I know that because he grew up in an orphanage, so he couldn’t have–”

“Afforded them, yes.” Ron said from where he was lying face down on the loveseat, “You told us already!”

“Oh come on Ron,” Ginny laughed, “Don’t pretend this isn’t hilarious.”

“I like her better sober.” He grumbled into the couch cushions. “Less shrill.”

“Shrill?!” Hermione echoed, shrilly. 

“What did he say?” Harry repeated.

Hermione took a long drink from her wine glass before answering, but even then she didn’t answer the question. “He doesn’t even–I don’t even know why he was there, he’s always fucking right there–”

“Here we go.” Ron muttered. Luna, sitting on the floor in front of him, patted his shoulder reassuringly but otherwise listened closely to Hermione’s ramblings. 

“Like–” She took another gulp of her wine, “I get it, you think you’re smarter and better and prettier and smarter than me–but that doesn’t–like–give you the right to act like it.” She dropped her wine glass. “All the bloody time!”

“What did he say?” Ginny asked again, grabbing another glass.

“I don’t think she’s going to tell us,” Luna interjected, “She needs to get her anger out first.”

“And where does he get off,” She seethed, “Commenting on my dating life. It has nothing to do with him. I don’t comment on his…activities. Does he even date?” 

The door opened in the middle of her rant, distracting her long enough to hold her glass still so Ginny could sneak in another top up as Draco Malfoy walked in with a six-pack of beer. 

“Oh bollocks,” He said as soon as he laid eyes on Hermione. “I’m leaving.”

“No you’re not!” Harry said, waving him over excitedly, “Come watch the show!”

“Did you bring Pansy?” Ron asked lifting his head for the first time in about thirty minutes.

“No.” Draco snapped, “Leave Pansy the fuck alone.”

“Leave me the fuck alone.” Ron snapped back childishly.

“I plan to.” Draco said resolutely, flopping onto the couch beside Harry as Luna shuffled over on the floor to lean against his legs. “Who is it this time?” He asked, nodding in Hermione’s direction.

“Same.” Ginny said, watching as Hermione stared bewildered at her full wine glass. 

“Again?” Draco whined, but before he could get in a good complaint, Hermione was off again.

“What a waste of good looks.” Hermione started, “I mean–you’d think he would be humble because of everything he went through, but instead he’s a total fucking arse–”

“Oo-hoo!” Draco crowed, “Granger uses language, she must really be smashed.” 

“–all the time. And he’s creepy. And obsessed with me. And he’s everywhere like–I was just on a fucking date and he has to show up and start rubbing it in my face how smart he is and how he did better than me on that exam which he only did because Snape hates me and then he’s all, ‘Oh Hermione–’”

“Here we go,” Harry said, nudging Draco in the arm, “This must be what set her off,”

“‘hope you have a lovely date.’ I mean–what the fuck?”

There was an extended silence as Hermione downed what was left in her glass and everyone stared in shocked silence.

“You’re fucking joking.” Ron grumbled into the couch.

“You don’t understand–it was the tone.” She snapped, “You don’t know him like I do–it was–”

“Why can’t you tell him all of this instead of complaining to us?” Malfoy asked. 

Hermione dropped her wine glass again. “Yes.” She said. “Malfoy–” She leaned over to clasp his knee, completely unaware of Malfoy’s appalled expression as she did so. “You are so wise. I approve of yours and Harry’s relationship now.”

“Whoa, okay, uh–” 

“We absolutely are not–”

But Hermione wasn’t listening, instead she was digging through her bag to find her phone.

“Should we stop her?” Luna asked as Hermione angrily brandished her phone and began dialing a number from memory.

“I’m not about to get punched in the face.” Ron grumbled.

“This is hilarious, nobody stop her,” Ginny added excitedly. Hermione slammed the door to the bathroom shut before they hear her start any sort of conversation, and Ginny quickly jumped up and tip-toed to the door to press her ear against it. When no one else moved she impatiently waved them all over. Luna came and sat beside Ginny on the ground to press her ear against the door, followed quickly by Draco and Harry who stood above them and pressed their ears against the door, too.

Ron just groaned from his spot on the loveseat and didn’t move. 

“–Oh, I’m sorry Mr. I’m-so-smart-and-so-handsome-I-could-take-over-the-world-and-enact-mass-genocide-and-the-public-would-thank-me, I didn’t mean to insult your delicate ego–”

Ginny clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter. 

“–What do you mean where am I? I’m at home.”

“We should be ready to wrestle the phone off of her if she says something embarrassing,” Harry whispered, “So she doesn’t murder us in the morning–”

Draco shushed him.

“Oh–Oh–and where am I supposed to get drunk then? Are you going to dictate to me where I can get drunk now?”

“How is she so articulate, she’s gone through like four bottles of wine.” Ginny muttered.

“Because you kept pouring her more,” Harry pointed out.

“All of you shut up,” Draco hissed.

“You know what–fuck you Tom Riddle. Fuck your stupid perfect hair, and your sanctimonious bullshit, and your holier-than-thou stupid fucking tone of voice, and especially fuck your ridiculous fuck-me voice, you foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach.”

“Jesus Christ.” Ginny murmured, but before anyone could comment further the door sprang open and Ginny wound up sprawled out on the floor from leaning on the door. Luna managed to catch herself, and Draco and Harry both leaped back from the door while Hermione stepped over Ginny and beelined to the alcohol.

“What did he say?” Ginny asked. 

“You sure were sending some mixed signals there, Granger,” Draco commented.

“Shut up you ferret.” She snapped, then continued it a deep voice. Everyone knew who she was attempting to imitate, even if it sounded nothing like him. “Oh, Hermione, are you drinking alone? I hope your date wasn’t that disappointing. Maybe I should come over to be sure you don’t kill yourself.”

“Is Tom coming over?” Luna asked pleasantly.

“Keep that douchebag away from this sacred space!” Ron called from the couch. Hermione flailed her arms in his direction as if to say ‘there you go.’

“Thank you Ron!” She said, “For once in your life, you say something that isn’t horribly ignorant.”

Thanks, you drunk bitch–”

“He doesn’t know where she lives anyway, right?” Harry said, but Hermione ignored him.

“If you’ll excuse me,” She picked up a bottle of wine, “I’m going to go drown myself in my bedroom, goodnight.”

They waited until she shut herself in her room before Ginny said, “She just grabbed the empty bottle of wine.”

“Thank god,” Harry said, “She does not need to drink any more.”

They centered around the table again, instead of round the bathroom door. Hermione remained in her bedroom where she would most likely remain the rest of the night while they carried on in her living room. It usually happened like this when she got angry-drunk, except usually she would just get aggressively drunk and slink off to her room without drunk dialing the bane of her existence. 

At this point, after Hermione went to her room to fall into a dead sleep until she woke up in the morning with a horrible, rage-filed hangover, they would talk until one by one they crashed on the couch or the love seat or the floor, in Luna’s case.

In fact, Ron was already asleep when there came a knock at the door. 

Ginny groaned at the interruption, and Harry lazily pushed Draco toward the door to answer it. 

Draco unlocked and opened the door, blinked twice, then slammed the door shut.

“Tom fucking Riddle is at the door.” He hissed, taking two steps away from the door as if there was a wild animal there.

“What?” Ginny wrinkled her nose.

“Tell him to leave?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Draco snapped, “You tell him that!”

“No, I’m fine where I am, thank you.”

The door clicked open, and Tom walked in.

“Did you not lock the fucking door?” Harry exclaimed, his voice rising an octave.

Tom quietly shut the door behind him, and took a step forward before Draco stepped in front of him. “Hey, you can’t just–” Tom reached out and twisted his hand in Draco’s shirt, turning and pinning him against the door. Harry let out a worried shout along with Ginny, and Ron groaned from where he was trying to sleep on the couch. 

“Where is Hermione?” Tom asked calmly, amicably, as if he wasn’t assaulting Malfoy. 

“Uh–in her room, at the end of the hall.” Draco answered immediately without hesitation.

Draco Malfoy!”

Tom ignored them, and the group–minus Ron, who was still sleeping–watched as Tom went straight to the kitchen. First he opened the cabinet where the glasses were and retrieved one to fill it with water at the sink. Then he moved ot the medicine cabinet and retrieved the aspirin bottle. Draco turned to the group and mouthed the words what the fuck, but no one did anything as Tom moved down the hall to Hermione’s room.

“Oh my god–” Draco started at the same time Harry hissed, “Has he been here before?”

Ginny pointed an accusing finger in Draco’s direction, “You just let him go to Hermione’s room when she’s blind fucking drunk!”

“I didn’t see you doing anything about it!” Malfoy argued.

“He just fucking walked in!” Harry wheezed, “And used the kitchen. What the hell–”

“Shut up,” Ron moaned, pressing his face deeper into the couch cushions. 

As the group was arguing, Luna slowly stood and moved down the hall to Hermione’s room. her door was still cracked open, so it was easy to push it open just a bit to see what was happening in her room. 

Hermione was curled up in her blankets on her bed, but she was awake, sleepily glowering at Tom who was crouched beside her bed. He had placed the water and the aspirin on her bedside table, and now he had his hand resting on the side of her head over her hair, his thumb smoothing along her hairline.

“I didn’t invite you here,” Hermione mumbled, “I’m angry with you.”

“I know.” He said, and Luna didn’t know that Tom Riddle had the capacity for gentleness in his tone until that moment. 

“It wasn’t even a fucking date,” She said quietly. He hummed in response, and after a pause, she added, “I wish I hated you more.”

“No you don’t.” He said, moving his hand to brush her hair back over her shoulder. 

“My friends will find it suspicious that you know where the aspirin is.” Hermione said. 

“Your friends are idiots, so I doubt it.”

“Don’t be an ass.” She told him, but the tone of her voice suggested she was already falling asleep. Tom leaned forward to press a kiss against her bare shoulder, and after a quiet moment–Luna assumed it was after he decided Hermione was alright–he stood.

He turned and saw Luna at the door. Still a little drunk, Luna gave him a thumbs up. He narrowed his eyes and glared at her for a long moment until Luna finally shrugged and moved away from the doorway.

The group was still arguing when she returned.

“I am not going over there, you go over there.” Draco said.

“You’re the one who let him in!” Harry argued.

“Someone go up there and make sure he’s not like taking advantage of her or something!” Ginny exclaimed, but stopped and deflated when she saw Luna, “Oh, Luna went.”

“What?” Draco sneered, turning around from where he was sitting to look at Luna. “Oh–is she good?”

“Yes.” Luna said shortly. 

“What was he doing?” Ginny prodded, “How did he know where the aspirin was?”

“Was he trying to kill her or something–”

“For the last time Harry,” Draco snapped, “He grabbed the aspirin, why would he grab the aspirin if he was planning on killing her.”

“He was fine.” Luna answered vaguely.

The sound of Tom’s footsteps caused the room to go silent. The dark haired man only spared a moment to glare in their direction before continuing toward the door.

“Goodnight, Tom,” Luna called after him. He sent another glower in her direction, then continued out the door and shut it gently behind him.

There was a long moment of silence. 

“You know what?” Draco finally broke the silence, “I don’t fucking care.”

“What?” Harry asked.

“Whatever that was,” He waved in the general direction of the kitchen, “I don’t want to know. If Hermione is boning Riddle I do not want to think about it–”

“Ugh Gross–”

“Malfoy what the fuck–”

“I’m trying to sleep, Jesus christ, shut the fuck up–”

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MC taking all the covers (include V and unknown please)

Author’s note: It’s 3AM here & I’m currently in bed so posting this was only fair ♥

Yoosung

  • Impossible
  • YOU CANNOT STEAL THE COVERS FROM A MASTER BLANKET THIEF
  • It’s basically an ongoing tug of war when the two of you sleep
  • Half the time you just end up on top of him not that either of you mind
  • Even if you sleep feet apart you will ALWAYS wake up cocooned next to him
  • You suggested sleeping under two separate sheets, but Yoosung shot that idea down SUPER FAST
  • “NO!!! I like our night time cuddles…”
  • “But I get sooo hot!”
  • “Then why don’t you sleep outside of the blanket?”
  • “That’s too scary!!!!”
  • “…”
  • “What?? Why are you looking at me like that?”
  • “…Looks like you’re stuck snuggling with me!!!!!”

Zen

  • He will try to scoot as close as possible to you BEFORE you fall asleep
  • So when you inevitably take away the warm blanket from him, he’s still partially covered
  • Most nights he just holds on to you for dear life so you don’t toss around
  • But SOME HOW YOU STILL END UP GETTING AWAY FROM HIM
  • he definitely has some bruises from where you sleep kicked him
  • There’s this roll and pull method he uses to get some of the blanket from you
  • Basically he rolls you over and gently pulls out the blanket
  • roll you and pull you
  • roll and pull
  • roll and oH CRAP SHE’S WAKING UP PRETEND TO BE ASLEEP
  • okay good you woke up and gave him back some covers MISSION SUCCESS

Jaehee

  • SHE IS PREPARED
  • As SOON as she felt the covers slide off of her, she rolled over and grabbed one of the many blankets she has stashed under her side of the bed
  • She happily covered herself and went back to sleep
  • But then you stole HER SPARE BLANKET TOO
  • She was NOT expecting that
  • You were ruthless in your sleep
  • BUT luckily she still had more blankets I’m telling you she keeps like 5 down there
  • This time she tucked it underneath her nice and firm you’re not gonna get it now MC
  • No more cover thievery occurred that night, HOWEVER
  • When Jaehee woke up, you were missing and she was somehow tangled up in all three of the blankets
  • Why does this always have to happen to her

V

  • He wouldn’t even ATTEMPT to steal the covers back from you
  • I mean, you were his sleeping angel why would he risk waking you up??
  • Carefully, SO CAREFULLY, he got up and walked over to the closet
  • When he found the fluffiest blanket he wrapped it around him and went back to the bedroom
  • Of course when he got back you had rolled over to the center of the mattress and were NOW TAKING UP THE ENTIRE BED
  • V slept on the couch that night
  • When you woke up and he was gone you panicked DID SOMEONE KIDNAP YOUR HUSBAND
  • You saw him curled up on the couch and what the hell was he doing there???
  • Regardless, you felt bad and made him breakfast ♥

Jumin

  • You took a bite of your protein bar, “I do not hog all the covers!!”
  • Jumin sighed and leaned up against the kitchen counter
  • “Yes, you do… and try not to talk while you chew.”
  • damn rich kids
  • You glared at him before dramatically swallowing, “…Whatever. I still don’t believe you.”
  • “I have proof.”
  • Without saying another word, he left the kitchen
  • “Don’t just say something like that and walked away!! You know I hate-”
  • “Got it.” Jumin walked back in the kitchen, waving his phone in the air
  • He proceeded to show you photos of you wrapped up in all the blankets
  • “I understand…but… ”
  • “But?”
  • “Why do you have pictures of me sleeping?”
  • “…”
  • “Jumin?”
  • “I sent one to Seven and asked if he could get it developed for me. I bring it in my wallet when I travel so I don’t have to sleep alone.”
  • you smiled and gave him a quick hug
  • “I love you,” you pulled away and kissed his cheek, “but don’t take anymore pictures of me sleeping.”
  • “I won’t… as long as you stop stealing the covers.”

Saeran

  • Saeran woke up… cold ????
  • He got up to turn down the AC when he saw you all snugly warm wrapped in his blanket
  • So, instead of grabbing another blanket like a NORMAL PERSON, he just lied back down and endured it
  • He literally just shivered until he fell asleep
  • The next morning, when you woke up and saw him STILL shivering, you immediately covered him with a blanket
  • “W-wha-”
  • “Saeran, please don’t tell me you’ve been freezing your ass off all night just so I could stay warm.”
  • “It wasn’t that bad. I’ve been through worse.” someone please give him a hug
  • “I’m just gonna have to give you extra warmth now!”
  • “No-”
  • “Cuddle time!!!!” he glared at you BUT he didn’t try to fight it

707

  • Hell hath no mercy like a sleep disturbed Seven
  • So when he was brutally awoken by a gust of wind from the fan that he forgot to turn off he looked to see where his blanket had gone
  • Of course he didn’t have to look far since you had it wrapped around your entire body like a burrito
  • “You’re so cute when you sleep… but I’m not dealing with this.”
  • And just like that the covers were RIPPED OUT FROM UNDER YOU
  • and now you’re on the floor
  • “SEVEN, WHAT THE HELL??”
  • You waited for an answer and oh my god he’s already asleep
  • A good 20 minutes of your night was spent fighting off the temptation to suffocate him with a pillow
  • Fortunately for Seven, your good morals got the best of you and you slipped under the little bit of covers your boyfriend had left you
  • When you closed your eyes you felt his arm slip around your waist
  • “Sorry… had to… tired… love you… night.”
  • You would’ve been mad had it not been for how ATTRACTIVE his sleepy voice was
  • “I love you too.”
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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut

A/N: This was surprisingly difficult to write. Sorry for how long this is, I was originally going to just do smut, then it turned into just fluff then it turned back into smut. Also, all the art talk was self indulgent as fuck, sorry, I’m just an art nerd.


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New Tattoos {Tattoos iv}

Warnings: pregnancy and miscarriages talk (duh), and tattoo getting (not in detail), you’re at 11 weeks now, also beware for angst.

Summary: Shawn finally finds out, but not before something takes you to the doctor’s office at the crack of dawn.

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: if you read this and you like what’s down there, send me your favorite Shawn lyric of all time in my inbox. ALSO, I don’t know how hospitals work especially OBGYN, so please bear with me?

THANK YOU @hazeleyedcat FOR BETA’ING MY SHIT! I LOVE YOU AND I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU HANDLE MY ANNOYINGNESS BUT YOU’RE AMAZING AND YES!

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“y/n? y/n, wake up.”  Shawn groaned next to you in bed. 

You let out a string of incoherent words to express your displeasure. You sure as hell didn’t have to wake up early today. What was up with him?

“y/n, wake up.” He moaned, giving your hip a little squeeze.

“Why? Sleep is good.”

“I know it is, but you’re bleeding. Go change and come back to bed.” 

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headcannon where Victor is so #extra: Yuuri takes off his ring to wash the dishes and Victor sees it on the counter and posts a video to instagram holding the ring with tears in his eyes singing Total Eclipse of the Heart... "Once I was falling in love and now I'm only falling apart"

Yuuri is at the rink when he sees Victor’s Instagram post.

A video of him holding a golden ring between his thumb and index finger, singing the words to Total Eclipse of the Heart. There’s a look of heartbreak on his face that Yuuri is certain could raise several thousands of dollars on GoFundMe if that expression were the cover image.

Yurio watches over Yuuri’s shoulder. “What the hell is that about? Are you two fighting?”

Confused, Yuuri glances down at his finger. Oh, his ring is missing–that’s odd. “No, we’re not.” Then, he realizes: he must’ve forgotten to put it back on after washing the dishes this morning. Yuuri watches the video one more time, biting his lip, then takes his phone out of his pocket. He dials a familiar number. “Victor?”

“Yuuri!” Victor shouts, and Yuuri has to pull the phone away from his ears, the audio painfully loud. “Yuuri, what happened?”

“What?”

“I found the ring this morning, and then you weren’t in bed beside me when I woke up. Did I do something? I’m so sorry for whatever I did. Do you still love me?” There’s a brief pause. “I still love you,” he promises, and his words are hurried, desperate.

Yurio, evidently, can hear every word that Victor has said. He rolls his eyes and heads back out onto the ice, though there’s something more to his stare than anger–pity, perhaps?

Yuuri bites his lip, unsure of how to phrase his answer. “Um, I took it off when I did the dishes. I didn’t want to, like, drop it down the drain. Or get my hands wet with it on, you know?”

“But you didn’t put it back on,” Victor states, sounding far too much like a detective for Yuuri’s liking.

“I forgot.”

“Yuuri…”

“It doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” Yuuri promises. “I do. I just forgot. And I decided to come to the rink early today, Yurio wanted my help with his newest routine.”

“You’re sure you still love me?”

Yuuri can’t help but smile at that. He covers his mouth with a hand, then nods before remembering that Victor can’t see him. “Of course.”

“Good. I’ll be there soon. With your ring.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a minute. Love you.”

“Love you.”

Yuuri hangs up, puts the phone back in his pocket.

It rings again a few seconds later.

“Why is Yurio asking you for help with his routine and not me?”

“I just want a nap” - Tom Holland

Word count; 1292

Request:

Anon: for the promptlist you should do one with 5,6, and 25 for Tom (a challenge but so funny)

5.     “Just put some clothes on, please”

6.     “So what do you think about spidypool?”

25.   “I’m really sorry that I hit you with my car”

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A/N: This was so much fun! Maybe not that good, because i have not gotten enough sleep this week at all, and i’m so tired, but i still had fun writing this! So maybe take in my sleep deprivation, when you’re reading this, just a thought. If you want to be added to the taglist, just send me a message!

For the past days, everything had been a little tense between you and Tom. You had had a minor disagreement a couple of days ago, and for some reason none of you would let it go. To be honest, you didn’t even remember what it was about, but you had just been a bit annoyed with each other.

Maybe it was just the honeymoon phase being over, and you were starting to realize that he was not perfect. It was that awkward time, where you were starting to know all about each other, but you were both still trying to be the best versions of yourselves. You knew it would only be tense, until one of you started to relax, or one of you took the conversation.

You had a movie night date, and when you were on your way home from work, you realized you didn’t really want to. You were exhausted, and you didn’t feel like staying up all night, watching movies, that you let him choose, and assured him that you liked them, when you in reality found them a bit boring.

And most of all, you just wanted to take off all of your make up, but Tom had never seen you without make up. You weren’t insecure about your looks, but you just wanted to look good around him. So you always had filled in eyebrows, a bit of concealer and maybe even just tiny bit of mascara. You kept forgetting to colour your eyebrows, so if you didn’t fill them in, they were close to invisible. You kept it natural, but you really wanted to be able to rub your eyes, without turning into a panda.

When you got into your apartment, you quickly went into bedroom, hoping to get a nap before Tom got here. As you walked through the door, you were looking at your phone, not thinking anyone would be in there.

“Hi darling” Tom said flirtatiously, making you jump a little. As you looked to the bed, you found Tom, just casually laying naked on top of your duvet. Because there was absolutely nothing weird about that.

“What the hell are you doing? You’re not supposed to be here for another 2 hours, and you’re not supposed to be naked in my apartment!” You looked at him with wide eyes. For a moment, you forgot everything trying to be perfect in his eyes. Normally you wouldn’t decline an invite for sleeping with him, but you had just set your hopes up for a nap, and no matter how great the sex was, it would never beat a nap.

“I just thought I’d surprise my girlfriend. I thought you’d like it” He said, sitting up. He was starting to look more surprised than you did.

“I just really wanted a nap! I’m so tired, and if I’m going to watch your boring movies all night, I’m going to need a fucking nap! But it was a nice thought, a bit creepy, but definitely a nice thought! And put some clothes on, please. You’re very distracting when you’re naked. ” You let your bag fall to the floor, and let out a sigh.

“You said you like the movies I picked. I get that you’re tired, but you could’ve just said so. I would’ve offered to nap with you, but if you really think tonight is going to be boring, why don’t I just leave?” He said, as he got up, and started walking around finding his clothes.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry, I’m just really tired. And I honestly don’t really like surprises. I know you love surprises, but I really don’t. Especially not when I’m tired” You tried to explain, but after the words left you’re mouth, you realized you might not have made it better.

“It’s not? Because you get really honest when you’re tired. So, so far, I’ve learned that you don’t like my surprises or the movies I pick. Which I only pick, because I thought you liked them!” He said, sounding annoyed, as he started putting his clothes back on.

“You’re right! I get honest when I’m tired! And I’m so exhausted, and I really don’t want to deal with this right now! So can we… I don’t know, postpone this? Because I feel like this is going to pull up a lot of shit”

“Oh! You have more things you apparently don’t like about me? Or about our relationship? Because if you do, I would really love to hear it” He looked at you with a stern face, before pulling his shirt over his head.

“No! I’m not doing this! I’m leaving. It’s my apartment, but I’m leaving. We’re not doing this right now. I’m too tired to do this right now, so please don’t make me do this” You said, before walking out of the door. When you got down on the street, you took a deep breath of the cold November air.

You just started walking, not really sure if you were trying to clear your head or trying to get a little more energy. You heard Tom yell your name behind you, but you just kept walking. You just need a couple of minutes before you could talk to him. Due to your tiredness, you didn’t see the car, as you walked over the street, not until it hit you.

You didn’t really feel anything, but you didn’t really see anything either. You heard some dulled sounds around you, and you felt some hands touching you.

I’m really sorry that I hit you with my car!” A voice, sounding faraway said.

“She’s unconscious! Just call an ambulance!” You heard Tom’s voice yell. He was close to you. “Darling I’m so sorry. Please stay with me, please stay with me”

***

When you woke up, everything was bright. Your body was sore, and your throat felt dry. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you looked around the hospital room. Tom was sleeping in a chair, near your bed. His hand was still holding yours

“T-t-tom?” You voice was raw, and not very loud, but it was enough for Tom to wake up. He had been waiting for you to wake up. He looked so tense, until he looked at you

“You’re awake. Oh god, darling.” He relaxed, when he got eye contact with you. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t. It was a stupid idea, and it was a stupid fight! I can’t believe I got offended, just because you thought the movies I pick was boring! I think they’re awful, but I thought you liked them”

“It’s okay. I just wanted a nap” As your mind got less foggy, you started to feel the pain killers the nurses had filled you with.

“You definitely got a nap. A 17 hour nap. I was so worried, and I realized that I really don’t want to lose you” He had tears in his eyes, and you knew how emotional he was in this moment, but something about the whole situation, just made you laugh.

“If we were just completely honest, this would have never happened” You laughed, and Tom couldn’t help but smile, as he realised how high you were.

“Maybe we should just start being completely honest. Instead of trying to be perfect. I know I’m not perfect” He smiled loving at you.

“Good, because there’s something I’ve been dying to ask you for a couple of months. It’s been killing me” You said, not really feeling the pain you knew you were supposed to feel.

“Go on”

“So, what do you think about Spidypool? Because I really ship it”

“Darling, this is why I love you”

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When you died in front of him

(Damn son, if you have a weak heart don’t read this. It’s  going to be long and emotional. It consists violence and of course, a lot of angst) 


Kim Namjoon : 

You have no idea how the hell did you get here, to a dark yet scary warehouse. Your hands were being tied so you  couldn’t move. You flinched as you saw a man with black mask and black hat approaching you, “well, well, the princess already woke up even though the prince hasn’t come yet.” 

You stared at him with feared in your eyes, you couldn’t think of anything including Namjoon. He told you about the consequences for being with him and being kidnap is one of them and you prepared. It was different from what you imagined. This is the real mafia world, it’s not like the one you read on the fanfiction sites. 

“Now, I want you to listen to me. Okay, sweetheart?” You nodded slowly and listened to his words very well. “The choice is yours,” he said and ended his explanation. 

Namjoon did realize about you missing and because he has a lot of people he could find you so easily and went to the warehouse with few people. There you were, standing with gun in your trembled hand. Namjoon knew what happened right away and raised his hands. His men followed him but got shot right away by the rivals.

“y/n, hun, I know you don’t want to do this, just put that gun away and come here.” You shook your head, you couldn’t tell him everything because the man who kidnapped you were watching somewhere else. Namjoon were staring at you, “I love you so much, y/n and I know you’ll regret it.” You still shook your head and bursted in tears. “I can’t do this.” 

Namjoon widened his eyes as he saw you shot yourself and fell down with blood all over your body. He ran towards you with his panic expression, he called Jin and Yoongi to get some help. “Damn it, y/n why the hell you…shit.” He tried to pressed your wound harder. You stared at him weakly, “no…he told me to choose and I chose this.” He bursted in tears why desperately keeping you stay conscious. “No, no, no. Don’t you dare to close your eyes, no…” He screamed as he saw your hand fell from his arm. “Please, can’t you stay? You always did when I told you to stay but why you didn’t listen when I told you to come back right now?”

Kim Seok Jin : 

It’s been a year since you gone and Jin still haven’t accept the reality. He cried when he saw your selca on his phone, he still remember clearly from what happened that day. 

You wanted him to stay for a day because you were scared but Jin thought that it might be because you scared of the dark, so he said that you’ll be okay because it’s only a day trip. You trembled in fear but nodded as Jin placed you small kisses around your face and waved his hands. 

“I love you,” you said in small voice. 

Jin didn’t know that you were supposed to kill him before he went to the trading place but you can’t. You won’t kill the one you loved so you decided to overdose yourself inside the bedroom. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook suddenly called him through phone, “where are you?”

“I’m in the warehouse. Are you okay? It looks like you have been crying, Maknae,” he chuckled. Jungkook cried while on his phone, “hyung, it’s about noona,” he said, “she’s dead. Taehyung and I found her lying with her lifeless body,” he cried. 

Jin forgot to breath at the moment, he ran to his car and drove his car crazily, “Jungkook, this isn’t funny,” he said. Taehyung took the phone from Jungkook, “hyung….please come here, oh my God. The situation is….noona….” He sobbed uncontrollably. Jin threw his phone and couldn’t believe their words. 

He found out later that she made a deal with one of the toughest rival of Jin, he threatened her to kill him or you could kill yourself. He remembered the feared in your eyes that day and it makes him guilty and missed you so much. He couldn’t live without you but he needs to live for you. 

“I’m sorry and I love you so much, y/n. I missed you so much…” He cried. 

Min Yoongi :

Both of you were trapped, it turns out that one of his men betrayed him and escorted both of you to an empty building with gun on his hand. Yoongi didn’t bring any weapons that time, he pulled you behind his back. 

“Now, now, Yoongi, I know she’s your weakness.” He shot Yoongi on the shoulder and you flinched as you saw him covered in blood. He scoffed and showed no expression at all, “you missed.” The man chuckled and suddenly out of nowhere someone kicked both of you out of the building but Yoongi held into the wall. 

He frowned in pain because he held you with his wounded arm and you could see the blood dripping over to your shirt. “Yoongi, let go of me,” you said in trembled voice. “Are you crazy? I won’t!” He yelled in pain. You stared downwards and sighed, “it’s okay,” you said. He shook his head, “we are in the 15th fucking floor I won’t let you go.”

“Min Yoongi, let go of my hand. You’re in pain.” He hates it. He hates when he’s weak, he was pretty confidence he could protect you from everything but it turns out that you would sacrifice yourself because he got this stupid wound. The man stepped on another Yoongi’s hand and smirked, “you’re weak, Yoongi.” 

You tried to removed your hand from Yoongi but he tightened his grip, “don’t leave me,” he said weakly, “please?” You cried and shook your head, “sometimes you need to let go the one you loved Yoongi,” you said. He managed to hold his tears, “y/n, please? Trust me.”

“I trust you, Yoongi. I know you can live without me.”

“I’m a mess without you….” He cried. You smiled to calmed him down. the last smile you would give him, “it’s okay, Yoongi. Let me go.” You loosened your grip and fell down, Yoongi screamed your name and bursted in tears as he saw you lied down with blood all over the street. “See, Yoongi? You are weak.” 

Jung Hoseok : 

“I’m hooommeee!!” He yelled when he opened your apartment door, “y/n? Where are you?” He asked. The room was messed so he became panic, he ran all over the place, you weren’t in the bedroom, in the kitchen, living room, everywhere. 

But then, he saw the bathroom door opened. He walked slowly, afraid for what will he see next. He didn’t want to think the worst scenario but….”oh Lord.” He fell as he saw you got shot, “y/n, y/n,” he tried to wake you up but none. You were dead. 

He call one of his men, “check her CCTV and hidden camera, call Jin hyung and Namjoon here.” He trembled as he lifted you up from the floor and bring you to the living room, he hugged you tightly as he laid you down and bursted in tears, “I left you…I shouldn’t came to the meeting. You….you…” 

The ambulance came along with his men. He saw you, fighting with his rival gang. You didn’t tell his secret, you were in pain when he beat you up several times. “Stop,” Hoseok said in small voice, “I don’t want to watch it any longer, tell Jimin to watch this.” He walked around the hospital.

Doctor said you were suffering a lot of injuries before you died, broken ribs, bruises, and others. He still remembered when you waved and smiled when he was about to work, he couldn’t believe the reality. He wouldn’t show any smile anymore even to the Bangtan, he’s empty. 

Park Jimin : 

It turns out that you worked for the rival gang but your love for Jimin was true, and you would do anything to protect him. Your relationship was supposed to be a secret from your group but somehow they found out and used you. 

“Kill him, y/n. He’s our target since we build this group.”

“I can’t, I’m sorry.” Jimin stared both of you confusedly and told you to explain. “I work for them but I don’t want to kill you, Jimin. I love you very much and I can’t let anyone hurt you.” 

He got bad feelings from your words, “why you didn’t tell me about this?” He asked. 

“Because this is my business.” You glared at your boss, “I won’t kill her. I’ll take the consequences.” Your boss smirked. You walked from Jimin, he grabbed your arm, “where are you going?” You smiled, “I can’t kill you which actually is my job. So,…I have to pay from what I did.”

“Which is?” Your friends grabbed your arms and pulled you inside the van while Jimin tried to chase you but Jungkook and Namjoon held him. You turned your head and smiled to him, “everything is gonna be okay, Jimin. Trust me.”

“Everything won’t be okay when you’re not with me…” 

“Goodbye,” you said as your friend closed the door. Jimin would fell on his knees and cried. “They will kill her, right? She disobey the order so she needs to take the consequences…” Namjoon tried to calm him down. “It’s all my fault, hyung..” He cried, “now she’s gone. How am I supposed to live when she’s not around?”

Kim Taehyung : 

They have you for hostage, Taehyung did think that it’s a trap so he needs to be careful. You shot a glare to the man who kidnapped you, “what the hell are you doing to me? I don’t know anything.” 

“Shut up, I need to show him a lesson and you’re coming with me.” He dragged you by your hair and you screamed in pain. There was a huge aquarium, an empty one. You widened your eyes, “y-you….you won’t kill me, right?”

“Let’s see if I have to.” Taehyung came and talked to one of the rival’s man. You were really scared and prayed that Taehyung would come to save you. But they got Taehyung and beat him up before he was forced to watch the aquarium. The man smirked and pushed you who were being tied. 

Taehyung widened his eyes, “y/n! y/n!!” A lot of people held him tight and he saw you struggle to breathe. He cried as both of you made an eye contact. You stared at him softly. “Please, I will give you everything just don’t….take her.” He begged. You couldn’t breath anymore and you don’t want Taehyung to see you sad so you smiled. He widened his eyes and screamed your name. But you didn’t move an inch at all. “She’s gone now, Taehyung. What a shame.” 

Jeon Jungkook : 

It was a rainy day and both of you were fighting, Jungkook had been gone for weeks without telling you. He said it’s because his job and has nothing to do with you. 

“I wait for you everyday! And it was nothing to do with me?! Fine!” You ran outside the apartment to the street. and he chased you out. You ran towards the traffic and the light was red. 

“Y/N!” Jungkook yelled, “Look, I’m sorry! Okay? I’m very sorry about that, I was very emotional,” he yelled again. You couldn’t hear him because the rain you you stil ran. You were in the middle of the street when suddenly you saw a light from your left side. 

Jungkook stood there. He saw you getting hit by a car, “no, no, no, this can be hapenning. Shit this isn’t real,” he mumbled. He ran towards you. You didn’t respond at all, he also checked your heartbeat and he cried as he heard nothing. He hugged you tightly, “y/n….” He called, “I know you’re somewhere near me. Just listen to me this time. I love you so much and I will do anything for you, I’m so sorry I said harsh things to you,” he cried while he caressed your back. 

“I’m so sorry….” 

Hoodie

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2947

Author’s Note: This was fun and also heartbreaking to write, but I kind of like writing angsty stuff. I hope y’all enjoy it! Listen to this. Thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me!!


Originally posted by dyjanobrien


Six months.

Six months since the last time I saw you.

Six months since the last time I talked to you.

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