im going to go crawl in bed and cry to sleep

BTS snapping at their s/o accidentally


As you entered the door after a long day of work, you smiled as you saw the boys scattered about. It was finally a day where you could stay at the dorms with them, after their insanely hectic schedule. You could smell food coming from the kitchen, and you realized how hungry you actually were. 

“Hey y/n” rap mon said from the sofa, you waved, dropping your bag and walking over to the kitchen. You ruffled Jungkook’s hair on the way, and he huffed, attempting to fix it.. You crept into the kitchen, seeing Jin working at the stove. You smiled to yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hobi the food isn’t done” he said in frustration. you stifled a giggle, looking up at him.

“I’m gonna have to talk to Hobi about being touchy with my man now aren’t I?” you said. He smiled, quickly trying to face you, but his hand hit the scolding hot pan in the process.

“FUCK!” he yelled, jumping back, causing you to let go.

“shit baby let me help..” you said, reaching for his hand but he snatched it back, burning it once more.

“y/n.. get the fuck out of my face… you’ve helped enough” he growled. You felt yourself tense up. Jin never cursed at you. You looked over, and saw the six boys watching you with their mouths hanging open. Refusing to let yourself cry in front of them, you swiftly walked to the living room, grabbing your bag, and heading home. 

A few hours later, after feeling like absolute shit, you heard a knock at the door. Puffy eyed, you opened it and saw Jin standing there with a Tupperware container in his non bandaged hand, and flowers in the other. You leaned against the door frame, staring him down. 

“What?” you said, in an almost inaudible voice. He melted at the sight of you, almost not being able to let words out.

“I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.. and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.. I swear I won’t do it again..” he whispered.You chewed on your bottom lip, and saw tears weld in his eyes. You broke, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek.

“it’s okay.. come inside..” you whispered. He softly kissed you, accepting your invitation inside.

Originally posted by lavender-kills


You smiled, happy at yourself with what you had done. Yoongi was at practice, and you managed to clean his studio. It was a disaster with the upcoming comeback. You sorted all of his papers, filing them all onto his desk in folders. You made sure everyone’s lines was sorted, songs were sorted by track number and color coded. Took his trash out, dusted, swept, the whole nine yards. Organized cd’s, flash drives, everything. anything to make yoongi’s life easier. You knew the environment was becoming a lot for him. You just wanted to make him happy. You ordered take out, and waited for him to stumble into the door, because he was coming to work in the studio after dance. It was simply meant to be a time you two spent together. As you heard the door creak open, you watched as an already exhausted yoongi walked in. You watched as his face contoured into an expression you didn’t expect. He looked angry. Infuriated. 

“what did you do..” he said.

“I cleaned up for you…. I know you were complaining that you needed to clean up.. so I did it for you..” you said, in almost a whisper. 

“What.. did… you… do..” he said. You stood silent.

“I had everything placed specifically a certain way! What the hell would possess you to do this!!!” he yelled. You stood dumbfounded. 

“Yoongi i-im sorry I only wanted to help….” you said.

“just.. get out of here please. I have to sort this mess you made.” he spat. You rose silently, walking out of the building. You stood outside, feeling confused, and guilty. While you did that, yoongi realized what you had done, and felt guilty immediately. You had made it easier for him, leaving little post it notes on the computer, indicating what meant what, and what color was assigned to whom. He also saw the bag of take out, and sighed. He ran outside, hoping to catch you before you got too far. 

“y/n..” he said breathlessly. You turned around, seeing him crouched over trying to catch his breath.

“i’m sorry… come here..” he whispered, taking you in his arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just stressed.. I shouldn’t have come at you.. you were trying to help me.. I love you.. thank you.. lets go eat..” he whispered, softly kissing you. You followed, slightly confused, slightly happy. 

Originally posted by jeonbase

J Hope

You were frustrated. Hobi hadn’t been home in hours. This was a reoccurring thing. The comeback was slowly approaching, so he spent countless hours in the dance room. He was constantly out, leaving early, returning late. You genuinely missed him. He wasn’t only your boyfriend, but your best friend. You sat on the sofa, fighting sleep to see him at least once. Hour ticked by. 12 Am. 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM. He walked into the door at nearly 4 in the morning. You sat up, and he sighed, taking his shoes off. 

“Hi baby..” you said, making your way over to him. He took his jacket off, not uttering a word. It was the first time you’d seen him in a while. You just wanted to hug him. You took the jacket from him, placing it on the sofa, and wrapped your arms around him. He pushed you off, with glaring at you.

“Geez you’re so clingy. I just got here and I’m tired” he said. You were dumbfounded, but mostly hurt. 

:Well. Sorry for being clingy. I just missed my boyfriend, and wanted to fucking see him so I stood up till almost 4 in the morning to see him. Sorry that I fucking missed you.” you said, tears burning your eyes. You made your way to your room, laying in bed. He went to the shower, and you heard him cursing under his breath. Tears slowly trickled down your cheek as he crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. You sniffled, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just tired with the come back.. I didn’t mean it.. you know i love when you’re all over me…” he whispered in your ear. You remained silent. He softly kissed your shoulder and you melted against him. 

“I missed you too..” he whispered in your ear. 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Your boyfriend was always pranking you. Always. You decided to mess with him. You stored all of his tracks onto a USB, Triple checking to make sure it was all okay. You slipped it into your pocket, and deleted it from his computer. He walked in, sweetly kissing you and you toyed with your hands

“Joon.. I don’t know what I clicked.. but I accidentally deleted something off your laptop..” you whispered. He paled immediately. 

“not the tracks.. please tell me it wasn’t the tracks..” he whispered. You remained silent. He moved you to the side, seeing that they were gone.

“y/N WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled. You jumped, not expecting that.

“I worked for weeks on this shit! Why the fuck did you touch my shit! How could you do something so idiotic!” he yelled. His voice boomed in the enclosed room. You felt small suddenly, tossing him the flash drive.

“it’s on here.. It was a prank…” you whispered, walking out of the room nearly in tears. He sighed, following you out. You locked yourself in the bathroom trying to calm down. He could hear your hiccup sobs from the other side of the door.

“baby i’m sorry.. please come out..” he said. You made your way out, arms crossed, sniffling. 

“You yelled at me..” you whispered, near tears again. He took you in his arms, trying to calm you down.

“i”m sorry baby..” he says.

Originally posted by ksjknj


You were beyond excited. It was weeks of countless stress, studying and worry. You got your grades from your final exams. You passed! You literally ran to where your boyfriend was, in the dance hall working on dances for the comeback. You couldn’t contain your excitement.

“Jimin guess what!” you squealed.

“Not now” he mumbled.

“really quick baby I have great news!” You squealed. He glared at you, but you were still giddy and excited. 

“I said not now! I’m busy!” he yelled. You took a step back, trying to figure out who he was talking to. You shoved the paper in his chest, becoming angry like he was and walking out. When he would get home he would feel bad, seeing you on the sofa with your arms crossed, clearly upset. He crawled next to you, laying his head on your lap and not letting you push him off. 

“i’m sorry… I was rude.. Congratulations jagii.. you passed..” he said. You stared forward, ignoring him. He sat up, pulling you onto his lap, and placing his plump lips on yours, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist. You kissed back happily, and he smiled.

“Let’s go celebrate” he said, picking you up and taking you to the bedroom and you started dying. 

Originally posted by mvssmedia


As you dropped off the last bag, you felt satisfied. You and your boyfriend decided to donate to the less fortunate. You both donated a bunch of clothes, as well as some money to help those in need. You went home, and saw your home in a war zone.

“Where is it!!!!!” you heard your boyfriend yell. You tiptoed over shoes, and sweaters, careful not to step on anything.

“baby?” you asked, looking into your bedroom.

“I can’t find it!” he yelled

“my sweater! my favorite sweater!” he yelled. You sat there, completely and utterly confused. Then you realized that it must have been at the top of the donations pile. Tae had the habit of throwing things in random piles, so you assumed it was for donations.

“… it wasn’t the black one with the grey writing on the front was it..” you asked.

“yes! have you seen it?” he asked.

“baby.. don’t get mad.. I assumed it was donations… It was in the pile-” you started

“What the fuck y/n!” he yelled.

“it’s not my fault you throw your shit around!” you yelled back. You stormed off into the living room, cleaning up. After he calmed down, he pulled you close to him on the sofa.

:im sorry.. it was my fault.. it’s going to someone in need.. you still love me right?” he teased. You huffed, looking at him.

“Sadly.” you responded. He showered you with kisses, and you smiled, feeling 1000000x better.

Originally posted by bwipsul


You sat in the kitchen, working on an assignment when you heard the front door shut. Your favorite time of day. Your boyfriend, Jungkook was finally home. It was really busy for the both of you lately. School had started again, so you were constantly studying, and his comeback was slowly creeping up, so he was always at practice, and rarely home. You missed him, and rarely got to see him. You were only lucky this time because you were up late to finish something. You walked into the living room, and saw him elevating his leg.

“What happened?” you asked, softly kissing him. 

“I fell at practice.” he groaned. you tried fixing the pillow, but he moved away. You ignored it, walking to the kitchen and getting him an ice pack.

“my poor baby.. do you want something for the pain?” you asked. 

“I’m fine. You’re acting like my mom” he said. You frowned, trying to put the ice pack on his leg. He moved away once again.

“I said i”m fine!” he yelled. You looked at him, irritation taking over.

“You bust your ass, I’m not the one who hurt you. Stop acting like a dick” you said, throwing the ice pack at his chest. You stormed out, and he sighed. Your attitude was the craziest thing he had experienced, but it was his favorite thing about you. You didn’t take shit from anyone. He felt guilty immediately, letting his pride get the best of him when you were only trying to help. You shut your laptop, going to bed. He hopped over, laying next to you and pulling you onto his chest.

“You’re sexy when you’re mad” he teased.

“Do you want another bad leg?” you asked. He grinned, softly kissing you.

“I’m sorry.. you were trying to help.. thank you babyyyyy” he said gooffily, trying to kiss you up.

“Jungkook you need to watch yourself.” you said. He continued kissing on you, eventually making you give in. 

“I love you..” he whispered.

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Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Prompt: Bill and reader gets into a fight (Requested by itsthecomet) 

Warnings: None 

Originally posted by wellclutchmypearls

Originally posted by geordieshoregifs

You sighed as you called your boyfriend for the freaken 10th time that night. You knew he was consistently busy with his acting career but you still liked at least knowing he was alive enough to say “Hi”. You had sent him at least 50 messages and now were calling him pacing back and forth in your apartment.

Your fingernails were bitten down to the nub, your hair was messed up from constantly raking your fingers through it, and you were sure you looked like crap.

“Hey this Bill, sorry I couldn’t pick up the phone right now-”

You cursed just about ready to throw your phone against the wall but held back and pressed the end call button. Once again not available. Should you be concerned he was cheating on another woman? I mean you had heard him talk about this beautiful blonde who he was supposed to kiss in a movie who kept flirting on him constantly.

Yet he would always remind you that he was in love with you, not her. Beauty was in the eyes of the beholder and to his eyes you were his diamond beauty. At least that’s what he claimed. You continued to pace biting your finger this time and constantly turning on your phone to see if you got a message.


Still nope.



You already know the answer…

Finally 11:00 pm rolled around and you were sitting on the couch watching the old 90’s cartoons on the TV trying to take your mind off. You kept constantly looking at your phone ever once in a while, bouncing your leg and glancing from the phone to the door to the TV again and again.

Finally you heard the door lock click and straightened up suddenly awake as you stared at the door intensely. Bill stepped through and pulled his keys from the door handle with his jacket draped over his arm.

“Oh, hey babe! I wasn’t expecting you to be awake.” Bill said smiling.

You didn’t say anything and watched as he hung his coat in the closet by the door before heading over to the kitchen.

“I made dinner for you…it’s cold now.” You said your voice dry and showing obvious annoyance.

“Oh I had dinner with my buds at the pub.” He said casually as he opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of juice.

You dug your nails into your arms struggling to bite back from snapping at him.

“What’s wrong babe?” Bill asked walking over.

He sat down next to you and attempted to wrap his arm around you but you escaped his grasp and crossed your arms, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! What’s wrong is that you didn’t text me all day! I sent you over 50 emails and called your phone at least 10 times!!!”

“I’m sorry my phone died.” He apologized.

“Well…what’s that on your neck?!” You demanded nearly shouting.

Bill jumped and raised his hand to his neck covering the bruise, aka hickey on the side of his neck with a faint but noticeable bright red lipstick stain.

“In this scene we had to do Jessica and I had to have a make out scene but she enjoyed it too much.” He explained.

You narrowed your eyes your blood boiling at the mention of that blonde bitch, “Are you cheating on me?”

“Calm down-”

“No! No I’m not gonna calm down!” You shouted, “Your cheating on me with that blonde bitch!”

“Will you just listen!” He shouted raising his voice as well.

“No I will not listen! Because all you say now a days is lies! This is the 3rd time this WEEK you’ve done this!” You shouted louder.








You couldn’t take it anymore and stormed over to the front door slipping on your shoes.

“Where are you going?!” Bill demanded.

“I’m leaving!” You spat rushing over to the door.

You threw the door open and just narrowly escaped Bill trying to grab you.

“(Name)!” He called watching as you ran down the hallway.

Bill cursed and slammed the door shut kicking the door as well before slumping against the wood and raking his fingers through his slicked back hair. He let out a deep breath through his mouth and leaned his back against the door. Bill knew his career was really stretching out your relationship.

He was constantly traveling and hardly ever had a chance to call you since he was so busy. And lately he’d been coming home late due to the director wanting to finish the movie sooner.

God he was such an idiot

Meanwhile you were outside walking down the street late in the night. It was cold and you were sure your fingers were numb from hypothermia making you wish you had grabbed a sweatshirt before you left. You just needed to distance yourself from him…or never return. Seeing that hickey on his neck had just made you snap.

You were just…you were just so stressed out. With your job being sucky, your boss yelling at you, your co-workers not bothering to work and just…everything. And then Bill coming home late didn’t help much with your day. You realized you were crying and wiped your face with the back of your hand.

You looked up from where your feet were guiding you and found you were at the local park. This was where you had met Bill. You were walking your friend’s dog Tidus when he started barking at a squirrel and had broke the cheap leash to chase after it. Bill was in the right place at the wrong time right next to the tree the squirrel had decided to climb up.

Your friends dog was clearly a big dog and after he saw his prey had ran away he noticed Bill who was staring dumbfounded. Despite his size Tidus was a friendly dog and laid down next to him putting his head on his lap for Bill to pet. You came rushing over frantically apologizing and of course he was cool with it.

You tried to take Tidus away but he was a stubborn dog and wouldn’t let you take him. He placed his head in Bill’s lap signaling he wanted to be with him. So Bill had to walk with you home to get Tidus to move and that’s how your relationship began.

Walking your friends stubborn dog.

You had been dating for 3 years now but due to Bill’s acting career everything’s been putting a weight on your relationship. Not money of course but not seeing or communicating with each other. Everyday he wake you up and give you a quick kiss before leaving for the entire day. You couldn’t remember the last time you both had just woke up and spent hours just curled up together dozing off occasionally.

You finally decided to sit down on a wooden bench that only made you feel colder. You were violently shivering uncontrollably and noticed you could see your breath floating in the air as vapor before dissolving. You laid down on the bench and curled up as best as you could using your arm to prop your head up.

You closed your eyes and drifted off into sleep.

Sometime later you stirred when you felt a heavy fabric being draped across you. You opened your eyes and saw Bill was in front of you looking concerned with his phone pressed to his ear.

“She’s alive-she just woke up now.” The man said to who ever he was calling on his phone, “Alright. Thanks Alex.”

You sat up and whatever was on you slumped down. You noticed he had placed his wool jacket on top of you and put it on the smell of his cologne still lingering on it.  coat.

“I’m…so sorry (Name) I didn’t mean to-I…”

“It’s okay.” You said softly burying your cold nose into the jacket.

“Im sure you wanna go home now?”

You nodded and opened your arms making him grin and laugh a little. He easily picked you up and carried you back home allowing you to doze off on his shoulder. When he arrived back home he had to set you down in front of your building which you whined about that he was forcing you to walk.

He just ruffled your hair and wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he lead you back to your apartment. As soon as you walked in you made a b-line for the bedroom you and him shared and quickly changed into pajama bottoms and one of his shirts before crawling into bed. Bill followed behind you and smiled noticing you were already half asleep.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him so you were spooning. He kissed your neck making you groan that you wanted to sleep and he smiled and lovingly said, “I talked to my agent and I got tomorrow off so we can cuddle as much as you want. Sound good?”

You turned around so you were facing him and smiled,

“Do you really need to ask?…”

Epilogue: So yeah I have more Bill Skarsgard prompts I will post so he excited for that! Thanx for reading! =)!

Tantalizing: 07

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Dom!Jungkook, Intercourse, Oral, Blowjob, Hair Pulling, Tons of Fucking Angst, Masturbating, Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, Slight Degrading Names?
Word Count: 6,631

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BTS Reaction to you waking them up because of a nightmare


When Jin heard you open the door to his room, he started to panic, but when he heard you sniffling all the panic went away. He rolled over in his bed to see you standing there in your pink cow pajamas, with both of your hands playing with the hem of your shirt. “(Y/N) whats wrong? Are you OK? What do you need?” Jin asked as he sat on the edge of his bed inviting you over to sit. *OMG WAS THIS REALLY HAPPENING!!* Jin thought to himself. As you sat down you leaned onto his shoulder saying “I…I had…a nightmare…it..felt so…real…I….was scared…” You began crying into Jin’s shoulder as his face grew red. “Ca…can I stay here with you tonight?” You asked between sniffles. “Umm…sure if you want (Y/N)” Jin responded. You looked up at Jin to see his cute flushed face. You laid back as he laid next to you. You turned to face him and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you Jin. This really means alot.” You said as you snuggled next to him as he smiled and pulled you closer.


Namjoon was just about to drift off to sleep when you knocked on his door. He got up and opened it to see you in a state of distress. You walked slowly into his arms and his brain began think *IM I IN A DREAM RIGHT NOW!!* He tentatively wrapped his arms around you and asked “Hey, what’s wrong (Y/N) Was is another bug on your ceiling?” He asked stepping back slightly to see your face. You looked up and giggled. “Well, no, but I had a bad dream and I was too scared to go back to sleep in my bed so i came to you. I was hoping that…well…you’d let me stay with you tonight?” You asked shyly while looking back down. “Of course you can (Y/N)!” Namjoon responded as he walked back to his bed and scooting over do there was enough room for you. Once you began walking over to him, he realized what was happening and began to blush as you climbed in bed next to him. “Well…ummm…do you want to read a book..or…magazine?” He asked instantly regretting his choice of words. *GOSH WHY AM I SO AWKWARD* “Can you read a book to me your voice is so soothing?” You asked and Namjoon happily agreed. Soon you were dozing off, when Namjoon’s voice stopped. You opened your eyes to see Namjoon had fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful and cute. You kissed his cheek and fell asleep soon after.


This boy was so confused when you walked into his open door and knocked over a rather loud trash can that he didn’t even realize it was you. You walked closer to his bed and shook him slightly. He sat up and saw that it was you. “Ahhh (Y/N) whats going on…uhh.. are you OK?” Yoongi asked in a groggy voice and you sat down on the edge of his bed. “I had I terrible dream Yoongs…ummm…can I stay here tonight?” You asked as Yoongi sat up to look at you. He pinched himself to see if this was a dream. His crush, was in his room, asking to stay for the night. “Yoongi, are you OK. It’s fine if you don’t want me to. I was just wondering…” You said sadly getting up from his bed. He grabbed your wrist. “No. It’s fine. You can stay. Please” Yoongi said scooting over so that you could lay down. You got into his bed and pushed your back into his chest. He slowly draped an arm around your waist as you two drifted of to sleep together.


Hoseok was lying up in bed when he heard footsteps coming to his door. He though that Yoongi was sleep walking again but when the footsteps stopped at his door and he heard a knock he became curious. He stood up waering nothing but his sweats and went to the door. When he opened it he was met with you in you pajama shorts and tank top, with a face full of tears. Before he could stop himself he brouhjt you into a hug and kissed the top of your head. This then had Hoseok thinking to himself. *WHY DID I DO THAT! AM I DREAMING! I MUST BE DREAMING! WELL ITS TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW!* “It’s OK (Y/N). It’s all OK now. Hobi is here. Are you OK? What happened?” Hoseok said after collecting his thoughts bringing you to sit on his futon bed. “I…I had a bad dream…” You sniffled out. “Well if you want (Y/N) you can stay here…” Hoseok said trailing off. You looked him in the eyes making him blush. “Thank you so much Hobi!” You said kissing his cheek. You then laid down and laid your legs across his lap as he draped an arm over your legs. You two soon fell asleep together.

(You are Yoongi)


Jimin was about to lay down when he looked out of his door to see you running towards him. He barley had enough time to open his arms when you ran into his chest. He noticed that you were crying, so he pulled back and asked what was wrong. “I had the worst dream Jimin! I was so scared!” You said. “Well lets go sit down (Y/N)” Jimin said as he began to blush and panic because you his crush were in his room in the middle of the night. As you two sat down you asked “Jimin is it OK if I sleep here tonight?” Jimin was drawn aback by your request but happily obliged. As you laid down and Jimin went to go lay down on his rooms couch you grabbed his wrist. “Please stay with me. You make me feel safe.” You pleaded with him. “Umm…uhhh…OK (Y/N).” Jimin responded. As he got in bed with you you scooted closer to him. “Thank you Jimin.” You said as you kissed his cheek, sending him blushing like crazy.


Taehyung was staying up late playing video games when his bedroom door burst open and he saw you sating there like you had seen a ghost. “Oh my gosh (Y/N) what’s wrong? What happened?” Taehyung questioned as you came and crawled in bed. *IS..IS… THIS REALLY HAPPENING!* Taehyung thought to himself. “I had a scary dream Tae. I didn’t want to stay in my room by myself,so I came to you. Also…if…its not to much to ask can…uh…I…stay here tonight?” Taehyung heard this and felt like he was on cloud nine. You were going to stay with him for the night. “Of course (Y/N)!” He said as he laid down with you. You two laid facing each other, and Taehyung saw that you were still unsettled from your dream, so he began to make faces at you through the covers. This made you giggle as you brought your self closer to Taehyung and rested your forehead against his and drifted off to sleep.


This little bun would be exhausted from practicing all day, but when you texted him that you were coming to talk he was wide awake. He sat up in his bed thinking of everything that could be coming his way. *WHAT IF SHE YELLS AT ME FOR NOT HELPING MORE WITH CHORES. WHAT IF SHE KNOWS. OHH ILL KILL HOSEOK WHEN I SEE HIM FOR TELLING HER.* Jungkook thought to himself as you walked into his room and sat on the end of his bed. You didn’t seems like your usual cheery self, in fact you didn’t say anything. Jungkook took this as a cue to comfort you by placing his hand on yours and giving a little squeeze. When you  didn’t look up he made a silly face and squeezed again. You looked up this time and giggled at his face as he too began to laugh. “There’s my happy girl.” Jungkook said. “Can I stay here with you tonight Kookie?” You asked looking into his eyes. He began blushing which you thought was the cutest thing ever and agreed. You both laid down and you placed a light kiss on his cheek as he smiled once again and pulled you closer.


Promt list

1. “Thats my phone”
2. “Why do you have my bra in your hand?”
3. “I don’t feel so good”
4. “You mean everything to me….”
5. “You lost your ring?….”
6. “Great now the fire alarm is going off”
7. “You mean to tell me that you ate all my food?…”
8. “How dare you use me when you knew i loved you….”
9. “Forget it”
10. “Maybe wishes do come true after all
11. “Maybe soulmates are a thing”
12. “Lets go travel the world”
13. “Can we sleep under the stars?”
14. “I saw you sitting alone and thought you would use some company”
15. “Are you seriously horny right now?”
16. “Whats with the cheesy pickup lines?”
17. “Nooo! They belonged together”
18. “Your jealous over my celebrity crush?”
19. “Could i maybe get your number?”
20. “How about a date?”
21. “Netflix?”
22. “Was it really worth it?”
23. “Yeah well now you’ve lost me”
24. “Let me help you goddammit”
25. “Stop being stubborn and come cuddle me”
26. “You drove here at 2 in the morning to come and get cuddles?”
27. “Soooo…..what now?”
28. “I thought you locked the door”
29. “This is going to be the end of me”
30. “You are going to be the death of me”
31. “Your just another player and its game over for us”
32. “You’re seriously a man-child”
33. “I want you. Only you”
34. “Do you belive in love at first sight?”
35. “Im so stupid. I fell for my best friend”
36. “Its cute when you blush”
37. “Back off”
38. “Is there a reason your crawling threw my window?”
39. “Thats a cute laugh. I like it”
40. “Move in with me?”
41. “I guess this is it…”
42. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this”
43. “You owe me 10 bucks”
44. “Can you bring pizza and beer”
45. “What did that asshole do to you?”
46. “What did you do?”
47. “Ewww thats gross”
48. “Stick that toung out again and i will cut it off”
49. “Im not crying. Theres something in my eye”
50. “Wow. Your stupid”
51. “Did i fucking stutter?”
52. “You should leave”
53. “Dont mind me”
54. “Nice moves love”
55. “What a dumb idea. Im in”
56. “Can someone shoot him?”
57. “Don’t say a word”
58. “Shit, thats hot”
59. “I dont care”
60. “You need to leave”
61. “Fuck off”
62. “NEVER!”
63. “Do you even love me?”
64. “I think i just fell in love”
65. “I cant do this anymore”
66. “You’re so whipped”
67. “Forever?”
68. “I fall in love with you more and more ever day”
69. “Your all i have left”
70. “Care to dance?”
71. “Please. Just dont”
72. “Im sorry”
73. “I said im sorry what more do you want!”
74. “You cant just sit there all day”
75. “You can lock yourself away from everyone else….but please dont push me away”
76. “You can’t banish me!! This is my bed too”
77. “Talk about awkward”
78. “If you die. I’ll kill you”
79. “That dosn’t make sense”
80. “Just smile. I just really need to see you smile right now”
81. “How funny. You think i care”
82. “Tell me what’s happened. Why have we changed”
83. “I don’t even know you anymore.”
84. “Do you really need all that candy?”
85. “Don’t yell at me”
86. “Good thing i didn’t ask for your opinion”
87. “She’s hiding behind the sofa”
89. “He’s respectable. But you know, a little dodgy”
90. “Your too good for this world”
91. “Only if you give me a piggy back ride”
92. “Let’s build a fort”
93. “Wait, you like me?”
94. “Wait….is this a date?”
95. “If i did anything right in my life, it was falling in love with you”
96. “Listen i really dont like you but you hsve a puppy so im going to be over a lot”
97. “I desere an explanation. I desereve an acceptable reason”
98. “You can hate me. You can dislike me. But why cheat on me?”
99. “Your hair is so soft”
100. “I thought it’d be less hurt if i left now. But it turn out i was wrong. I promise ill never leave again”

Suggest who you would like it to be with and what number/s. Stay groovy 😎

Originally posted by winterxblogger

good boy (M)

pairing: sub! jungkook x reader 

words: 4k

genre: fluff, smut 

warnings: body worship, rimming, gentle femdom, mommy kink, hes kind of a sugar baby??, some light name calling, begging, cum play, and my favorite kink, genuine love and affection, im sorry no one asked for this 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

It was a bad day, you woke up late, hurt Jungkookie’s feelings prying him off of you so you could at least try to be on time, didn’t have the time to kiss the tears from his eyes before you left, and to top it all off your staff was incompetent. Fucking hell if you had to explain the same damn presentation again for the third time today when it’s their job to listen to you you were ready to fire them all and hire an entirely new board of advisers.

 Being the CEO of a major technology company was not really what it was cracked up to be. 

Sure you were rich but with that came the endless struggle of men beneath you claiming that you weren’t good enough for your job, being responsible for way too many people, and being busy all the damn time. You were trying to explain to your workers that if they actually did the jobs that you were paying them to do then your company would have a 15% increase of profits. You had spent the week prior going through all of the books to see where your company was lacking and it all added up to all of your workers slacking off just a little but it added up to a major decrease in profits. Much to your chagrin the workers didn’t seem to have the capacity to understand that you didn’t pay them over $35 an hour to half ass their job. Getting increasingly frustrated you practically exploded, explaining everything that they were doing wrong once again but more aggressive this time and storming out to take a half day and go back home after threatening all of their jobs if the numbers didn’t look better within the next month.

You needed to relax but you knew that when you got home you would be greeted with a watery Kook. He never seemed to fare well when you had to move fast, always clinging to you, whispering pleas and cries just to keep you by his side, but ultimately, you had a job to do and he still needed to go to college. There were some days that when you don’t give in to his every whim and put your foot down he’s a brat and loves to pout or throw a tantrum when you return home, refusing to let you comfort him out of sheer attitude. Other days that you neglect him he gets even more needy, practically attaching himself to you and not letting you go the moment you walk back in the door, his eyes looking perpetually wet from being left alone to his own devices, needing reassurance that you are always happy to give him that yes, yes baby I do love you I just can’t leave my job, how would I buy you all your pretty things then? And today seemed to be the latter with how sad he was looking that morning as you walked out the door.

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Better Than Medicine // Na Jaemin


the prompt: Could I request something super fluffy and full of cuddles with NCT Dream Jaemin? Thank you!

words: 1097

category: fluff + kind of a best friend scenario?

author note: i have had this plot for jaemin in my head for months and now is the perfect time to bring it out. also i miss him so but he’s my lil honey bun and i hope he’s okay and healthy and living a unstressed life rn. ANYWAY hope this was up what you wanted! please enjoy!

- destinee

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Happy Birthday Jihyun



Okay my darlings! This is just a HC about how V spends this birthday- it’s AU and steams right after V’s To Promise #7 as I can’t seem to get over Daddy V anytime soon. Whilst it’s not super important to have read it (there may be some places where you may go- huh?- but I understand skipping the previous story as it is over 18K long.) 

So here is V, Dae Hyun and MC- celebrating V’s birthday. 

Excuse me while I continue crying over not being able to make V happy. 

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Prove It (Connor Murphy x Reader SMUT)

AND THE LONG LIST OF SMUTS BEGINS!! Requested by: anon Enjoy!

 All you wanted was to hold your boyfriend’s hand as you walked to class together, the but moment your fingers laced with his he stomped away. You knew exactly why, Connor didn’t love you, he wasn’t proud of you and was only dating you in pity. 

 You didn’t have many friends, and to be completely honest the friends you did have wouldn’t even really notice if you disappeared. You only kept going because the look on your mom’s face when ever she sees you, it was enough love to carry you.

 Than Connor Murphy came along, he cared about you, he made you feel loved, he was always there and that’s what you needed. But anytime you were out in public he kept you at arms length, you gave him everything you had, your love, your friendship, yourself, and this is what he did. 

 Connor called you over and over again after school, he was worried you never wanted to see him again. After three hours of you not answering he took matters into his own hands, and that’s how Connor Murphy found himself outside your widow at 6 pm. He knew your parents and siblings were out for the night, at some concert or party. You were curled up in bed when the sound of tapping at your window nearly scared the shit out of you

 "What the fuck are you doing here Connor?“

 "What the fuck am I doing here? I’ve been calling you since 3!” Worry laced through his words. 

 "And I’ve been ignoring you since 3" your voice was so harsh and cold, Connor almost flinched. 

 "But, why?“ you ignored the crack in his voice. 

 "Oh so you want to be with me but you can’t even stand holding my hand in school. Fuck off,” you shut the window and stomped away. He slid the window back open, and tried to hold you in his arms, you pushed him hard. He felt his heart breaking, he loved you so much and his intention was never to hurt you. 

 "(Y/n) you don’t understand, I’m- I’m a freak!“ He yelled


 "No no no! GOD (y/n) IM TRYING TO PROTECT YOU, IF THEY SEE US TOGETHER THEYLL, they’ll hurt you. They’ll start spreading rumors and saying the most horrible things about and to you. I- I don’t want you to have to go through what I do everyday. I don’t want you to walk through those hallways with the fear I have. I don’t want you to come home from that hell and cry yourself to sleep. I don’t want you to be broken the way I am, you’re-you deserve so much more than that. I just- god I just want to protect you. I love you too much to let them hurt you because of me,“ he quickly swiped the tears out of his eyes, you could see him breaking down, the weight of all he’s gone through pulling him down. 

 "I don’t care what they say, I just want you. I want to show them how proud I am to be with you, I want them to see how much I love you, no matter what they’ll say, and I want that to be reciprocated, Connor!” Your voice broke, too tired to yell, you hated fighting with Connor because he already fought with his family enough. 

 "I am proud of you. I’m so proud to be yours, I love you so much, you’re the love of my life, your my everything. If not for you I don’t know what I’d do!“ 

"Than prove it," 


 "Prove to me how much you love me,” you repeated. If his feelings were true you’d need proof. 

 "Of course,“ he nodded and made his way to you again. 

"May I?” He asked before hugging you, you nodded, instantly he pulled you into the tightest hug. He buried his face in your neck and whispered in your ear 

“I need you to lay on that bed, that is if you want me to prove my love,” you nodded and crawled up to your pillows. He climbed on top of you and began leaving kisses on your neck, his hands ghosting over your sides.

 "God (y/n) I don’t even know where to start! I love your hair and how fucking soft it is,“ he kissed the top of your head

 "I love your eyes, and how they light up when you talk about the things you like,” “I love your nose and how it wrinkles when you laugh,” he kissed tip of your nose 

 "I love you lips, for obvious reasons,“ he kissed you passionately. He slowly named everything about you as every reason why he loved it, mixing in parts of your personality as well, while also removing all of your clothing.

 "I’ve never see a more beautiful woman in my life, you’re perfect inside and out. You make me happier than I’ve ever been and I want to make you as happy as I am when I’m with you,” he whispered as he began leaving kisses up your thighs, you two had never gone this far but the view of him between your legs was enough to convince you. 

 "God I love you, I’m so proud to be yours, you, you deserve so much more than me,“ he whispered as he got closer to your core, you were about to deny his words but you were muted by his tongue licking up your slit.

 "C-Connor,” you moaned reaching up to him.

 "Shhhh, tonight’s for you darling,“ he murmured against the smooth skin of your thigh. His tongue dipped between your legs and rubbed against your clit, you bucked your hips against his face. He let out a Low almost condescending chuckle, and began eating you out. His tongue flicking against your clit, you were on fire. Slowly his hand ascended up your thigh, and two of his fingers pushed inside of you. Your body was over whelmed with the contact, you needed something to ground you, something to hold on to, you tangled you hands roughly in his brown curls. The closer he got you to his orgasm, the harder you pulled his hair, and the harder you pulled his hair the more he moaned.

 "Fuck. Oh fuck, I want to say that hurts but ohmmmm it feels so good,” he moaned, embarrassment laced between his voice. "Oh god (y/n) please Jesus that’s so hot,“ it became apparent that the more turned on he got from you pulling his hair, moaning, and riding his face, the faster he ate you out. 

 "Oh. Oh god, Connor. OH Jesus I - I’m close,” your voice was rising and you could feel Connor slowing down, possibly out of exhaustion or wanting to hold out on you.

 "Tut tut tut, you think I’m just going to let you get off that fast, looks like the jokes on you sweetheart,“ his voice was deep and the inflection in his tone only made you want him more. His fingers slid into you slowly and he dragged them against your G-Spot, he kept doing this, slowly. Too slow, it was quick enough to make your legs shake with pleasure, but so slow that they couldn’t build. In between each caress was enough time for the previous to fade away. You were a mess, begging, pleading for more, you just wanted him, and he teased you instead. 

 "Y-you’re an asshole,” you stuttered, he cocked his eyebrows and sped up his fingers. You through your head back in response, Connor took this time to dive back into you, his tongue licking all the way up your core. Than he dragged his teeth over your clit, giving it more pressure than he tongue could. You’re hips were lifting off the mattress, Connor slid his shoulders under your thighs, lifting you up gently.

 "God Connor, where the fuck did you learn to do this?“ You asked as you felt him take a small break. 

 "I don’t know (y/n) I guess I just know your body, on the outside, to the in,” he winked on the last word, dragging his fingers against your walls. You laid you head back and gripped his hair again. 

“You close doll?” You could only nod in response. 

“Alright enough teasing than,” he pushed another finger into you and curled them, as if he was trying to beckon your orgasm out. You hummed with pleasure, his mouth and fingers moving in unison against the most sensitive parts of you body. A familiar pressure built up within you, your body yearned for both Connor and a release. 

 "Oh god. OH GOD. C-Connor fuck, I’m close. I’m so close. God I love you. Fuck,“ your voice rising with every word.

 He looked up and smiled, "I wanna hear you scream my name, baby." 

 "Connor, OH GOD CONNOR PLEASE OH MY, CONNOR IM SO FUCKING CLOSE,” than you felt it, all of the pressure in your body released at once like a dam breaking and a wave crashed against the shores of your body. Hormones flowed through you and your heart was beating rapidly, and it was beating for Connor. He proved you wrong, and you were okay with that. You felt your favorite blanket be pulled over your naked body, hiding your bare skin from everyone but him.

 "I know you don’t see it but you’re the best thing that’s every happened to me, you’re my reason for holding on, when my parents fight, when my sister and I fight, when the asshats at school call me a freak and tell me to kill myself. It’s always you. You protect me, you’re always here, ready to hold me and tell me that I’ll be okay, you’re always there for me when their words start to break me. And I’m so broken darling. And I just, I just don’t want that for you. But if you really want to, I’ll open up to you in school, just, just be patient. I don’t like letting them see my weakness, I don’t like them seeing the things that make me vulnerable,“ he whispered in your ear, the tips of his fingers skating smoothly on your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

He held you tightly in his arms, pressing kisses to your forehead and every once in a while telling you he loved you. Maybe for some it would seem boring or typical but for you it was perfect.

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Sexual Tension - Bucky Barnes x Reader - Chapter 6

Originally posted by b-n-a-o

Summary: (Y/N) transfers to a new university only to find out her new teacher is a hot jackass. Heated words are tossed back and forth but it ends up making them gravitate even closer.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader!

Word count: 2.2K

Warning: little different than usual, lots of curse words and lots of fighting but it’s petty cute fights and shows how close they are and how much they love each other, ok?????/?/?/?/?/?/ thanks !!!


more notes lol: WAS going to do a horrible angst fic, THEN was going to do a loki soulmate one, NOW IM UPDATING SEXUAL TENSION
Also request are open! I’m open to anything as long as it’s not morally wrong but YK I’m open to a lot of things !! (;



The last thing you expected was spending you day off with your professor. You didn’t necessarily complain about it though, you both completely cancelled any plans for the day and just hung out around your apartment. At first it was fun and games, until you both fought like 5 year olds and almost burned the whole building down.

“I wanted to make us breakfast! I’m not good at this stuff!” Your hands raise in the air for defense against the laughing man across from you.

“You didn’t have to tell me that! I already knew!” He pointed to the pan on the stove before bending over in laughter.

“I’m sorry! This didn’t goes as planned!” You dragged your hands to the side of your head in frustration while eyeing down your now crying guest and burnt eggs. He finally stopped laughing before covering his smile with his hands and pointing at the ‘food’.

“Did you come to that conclusion from the fact that everything was just on fire?”

You had to admit, you were a bit grumpy but maybe it was leftover mood from when he took your whole queen sized bed from you earlier that morning.

“I swear to god James if you don’t give me at least 5% of my bed, I’m making you sleep on the floor!” Half of your body was falling off the bed, if it weren’t for his grip on your waist, you’d be on the cold hard ground.

“Just make me your mattress, babe.” His arms pulled you to the point where your whole body was laying on top of his, and he wasn’t the definition of comfortable, or at least not in the position.


You had to admit, you have no idea what put you both in such a childish mood. It may have made the day funnier but overall it was you both just bickering over stupid, petty things like an old couple on a hot summer day.

“I thought you said you were going to do the dishes for me.” Your arms rested on your hips as you focused your gaze at the man. He didn’t move an inch, he was too fixated on playing the video game you offered him an hour earlier.

“I thought you said that since I’m your guest you would do them?” His eyes didn’t leave the screen, he was too busy trying to win the round.

“Well, you fucking thought wrong, pretty boy.” A smile played on your lips as you threw the towel at his head, covering his eyes and making him lose.

“Seriously?? I would have won the trophy!”

Although it was funny to see him whine and do your chores, the aftermath was horrible. You hated it and boy did he enjoy ever second of it.

“How dare you do that to me!” You dramatically tossed the controller onto the group before ripping the blanket off of Bucky and pulling it over your head in despair.

“It’s a game, (Y/N), besides you made me lose not even 30 minutes ago by tossing a dirty rag in my face.” You felt his arms tug the thick blanket surrounding you but you wouldn’t budge. You refused to move until he apologized for doing something so horrible to you.

“It’s not just a game! You hit me with a red shell as soon as I was going to cross the finish line! I would have been first! It’s not fair!” Your knees touched your chest as you complained in a kid-like fashion.

“Aw come here, let me comfort you.” His arms found your hips hidden beneath the covers before lifting your body and pulling you into his lap.

“Not until you say sorry!” His hands found the opening of the blanket and tugged on it until he found your face. Your head poked out in disgust before crawling back to the other side of the couch.

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N). It’s Mario Kart. Also are you going to completely avoid the fact that there were 4 rounds and you beat me in every round but the last one because I hit you with that shell? Overall you still won!” He was laughing as he tried to pull you back towards him by your feet.

“Say sorry!”

The asshole never said sorry. Yeah, so what if you won, but 4-0 is so much better than 3-1. You weren’t going to let him have it. So what did you do? Tried your best to annoy him.

“Can you please stop!” His hands were holding his head. He was trying to read this forum for his job while it was silent in the room, but you wouldn’t let him have it. Well, not until he apologize to you. You stopped for a moment before staring at him with a smirk, taking a sip from the straw in your drink.

He smiled in a sigh of relief from the silence you gave him. “Thank you!”

“99 bottles of beer on the wall! 99 bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around! 98 bottles of beer on the wall!” Off-key, man was your tone so off-key, but who cared? Well, clearly he did. That’s really all you needed though. While singing the song loudly, a smile played on your lips.


After that whole fiasco, it led you and him to your currently clingy and youthful mood. It was a silent hour of just cuddling on your couch with legs intertwined. You both were scrolling down multiple social media pages on your cellular devices without speaking a word. The silence eventually killed him, so he tried to start a civil conversation. Of course, it turned out to be just another stupid arguement.

"Did you watch the news today?” His face was inches from yours, his hot breath hitting your lips. The side of your mouth tugged up, giving him a smirk.

“Was it about you apologizing for cheating in Mario kart?” You shifted your body, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“No, I didn’t even chea-“ Small wrinkles formed as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and defense.

“Then I don’t care, go fuck yourself.” Letting go of your close hold on him, only to ignore whatever he was saying to continue scrolling over old photos on Facebook.

His hand snatched the device from your hand and stared at the thing that was taking your attention away from him. He made a face of anger, confusion and a pinch of jealousy. It was a photo of you and a guy, he seemed around the same age as you. Dark brown hair, green eyes and gripping hands around your waist. You both were smiling to your hearts content with arms linking around each other.

“Who the fuck is he?” His wrist turned, allowing you to see the familiar photo.

“Oh god, James. You sure will be the death of me.” You grabbed the phone and clicked the tag on the ’mysterious’ man in the photo, his profile soon popped up. “Scott Lang, he’s my cousin.”

“Sure he is!” His arm slide under your back before pulling you closer to him in a dominant and overprotective way. “I know how you have a thing for men who are tall, with dark hair and light eyes!”

“Bloody hell, James. That’s my cousin! You know what, to prove it to you, I’ll call him right now!” You exited out of Facebook before clicking your contacts and typing in his name.

“How will I know if it’s actually him?”

“Dude, I’ll let you see the contact photo and name.”

“Don’t you dude me.” You rolled your eyes before clicking Scotts contact and practically shoving the device in his face.

“Look, look. Scott Lang. Cousin! And….. dialing!”

While the phone started to ring, you hit speaker and lifted it between you and Bucky so he could hear the conversation. It rung a few more times before a click was heard and a familiar voice came through.


“Hey Scotty!” A huge smile was spread onto your face as you heard the voice of your favorite cousin.

“Oh hey, (Y/N). Wow, I haven’t talked to you in ages! Sure is reassuring to hear your voice.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing! I was just wanting to ask a quick question!”

“Oh yeah? Ask away.” Scott was always so open to things, that’s why you loved him so much.

“We’re first cousins, right? Like my mom and your dad are siblings, right?” A giggle escaped your lips before you quickly covered your mouth with a hand.

“Uh…. yeah? Did you forget or something?” The confusion in his voice was noticeable, and man did you find that hilarious.

“Oh no, I was just looking at old photos and someone happened to see the photo of us two and claimed you were my boyfriend, or significant other or something.”

“Oh, yikes. No, we’re cousins, if that… person is listening.” His award tone rung through the phone, you sure did miss how awkward he is.

“Oh he is, thanks Scotty! By the way, we gotta meet up soon. I miss you a lot, bud. Talk to you later?”

The call soon ended with small goodbyes. You lifted yourself from the couch before eyeing down the embarrassed James. You took your leg and placed it over his body and straddled him.

“Men who are tall, with dark hair and light eyes, huh? I’ll give you that. I’m a sucker for anything, though.” The same smirk from before was visible on your lips, you leaned your body down to where your faces were centimeters apart.

“Don’t act like I don’t know what type of men you like, just compare the similarities between me and Jacob Mcevoy and you’ll have it all down. I don’t know why but you act like every man with those characteristics are gods most beautiful creations.”

“James McAvoy. It’s not that hard you know? But… do you want to know what’s truly beautiful?” You poked your finger against his chest as he let out a small chuckle. His hands lifted to your sides before slowly caressing your skin and settling at your hips.

“Oh lord, don’t be cheesy and say it’s me.” He gave you a cheeky smile while a tint of pink rises to his face.

“Good because was going to say Tom Hiddleston. Tall, oh boy is he tall. Dark-ish hair, depends on what movie your watching, and his beautiful blue eyes. What I’d give just to be in the same room as that man.” You dramatically sat up and set your hands on his chest lightly. Your eyes were wide with a sparkling sensation, obviously trying to tick off the man beneath you. His whole smile dropped, you could feel his irritation radiate off his skin.

“At this point I should just go talk to myself in the mirror instead of talking to you, it’s the only way I can have a intelligent conversation, I mean clearly I’m more attracted than Jacob Mcevoy or Ron Littleston.”

“Littleston is probably the most ironic name you could give him.” You chuckled at your own little innuendo before continuing. “And go ahead, I don’t care what you think!”

“Oh really?” The grip on your waist was still there and getting harder by the second. Within seconds he pulled you back down to his body with a playful look.

“Yeah, I find it hard to relate with people who pronounce the ‘g’ in lasagna.”

'Easy.’ You thought to yourself.

“Um, excuse me. Aren’t you the one who pronounces bologna like buh-log-nuh?”

'Damnit! Never mind.’ You thought giggling to yourself, overlooking this whole situation and seeing how dumb you both were. It’s like you guys were made for each other.


“So we’re even, right?” “Mhmm”

Your face found its way to the crook of his neck while you let out the approving hum. His hands ran up to the top of your back and to the bottom while your hands massaged his scalp by playing with his hair.

“Good, because I may or may not have been invited to a family dinner in a few days and I’m bringing you as my date so they’ll stop bugging me about Dolores.” You lifted your head before staring into his eyes.

“Aw! Are you, James Buchanan Barnes, asking me out?”

“You know what? I’ll take it back! I’m sure Dolores would love to come with me.” He began to sit up and lifted you off of him, before he had the chance you pushed him back down and sat in the same position as before.

“There is no way in hell I’d let you go with Dolores, I’d feel too bad!” His hands found his way back to your bottom and back.

“So, you’ll go with me right? You’ll have to dress up all fancy, if you don’t have anything like that I can buy you something.” His tone went from joking to serious, you knew your best option was to go with him. You were always there for him, you would always support him. If that meant possibly embarrassing yourself in front of his entire family; then so be it. If you’re going to be an embarrassing mess then you’ll be his embarrassing mess.

“No. I have this dress I got for my last birthday that’ll work. So yeah, I’ll go. Anything for you, James.” Your comment made his teeth shine. You couldn’t help it, as much as you both fought and bickered, you loved him too much. You’d never want to put him in harms way.

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

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Momma’s Boy Chapter 4

Prompt: A witch turns Liam into a toddler causing the reader and Scott to take care of him. (Requested)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) , Scott McCall x Reader

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chairman-meowth  asked:

What if the mysmes bunch +Saeran +V find out MC has an illness (can't think of a specific example) that meant they were constantly at a hospital (also MC is terrified of hospitals)

A/N: im afraid of hospitals until im actually admitted then im like yeah okay im here, /fantastic/. Also, I tried to be kind of broad and diverse? But I only know like one of these on a personal level so i hope nothing is completely off the wall ~Admin 404


           -I think he’d be afraid of hospitals as well

           -I mean pet hospitals are different!! That’s for pets! Hospitals deal with people! And he’S A PERSON!

           -He COMPLETELY gets your fear, but he’s gotta be tough for you!!! Gotta be the man!!


           -“MC don’t move, ill get it!” “I’ll fluff your pillow!” “Want a different tv channel?? IVE GOT IT”

           -You’ve been going through chemotherapy but that doesn’t mean you can’t moVE YOOSUNG PLEASE

           -If you cry because you’re scared, he’s there crying with you

           -But!!! He surrounds you with TONS of plush toys, and brings you food his mum he’s made


           -And honestly his innocence is so cute? And gets your mind off of the fear? He’s always making some cute craft thing with you, or telling you all about his LOLOL game (even brings a laptop for you to play with him when he has to go home!!) He isn’t very good at the whole comforting aspect but he loves you and tries so hard for you!! ;A;


           -He heals quickly and strong

           -You….do not…do that

           -You get an infection and it’s SO HARD for your body to fight it

           -Which often leaves you in the hospital over something like the flu

           -And that makes him SO SAD like omg MC i’d give you some of my healing power if I could

           -You are very vocal about your dislike for the hospital, so he doesn’t have to guess or pick up on subtle hints

           -But he treats you like ROYALTY he refuses to let you do anything for yourself when you’re in there because he just wants to make up for not being able to stop you from getting sick ;A;

           -He sings for you almost constantly because??? You can’t be afraid of anything in this building if all you can focus on is him??

           -He brings his scripts with him all the time so the two of you can waste the day and practice together!!

           -HAVE NO FEARS MC, FOR ZENNY IS HERE. Always watching the doctors and nurses like a hawk, always tries to get you to focus on him instead of anything they’re doing (obviously not if it’s important, then he lets you pay attention). Otherwise there’s a lot of cheek kisses, hand kisses, and just like…kisses everywhere come on it’s zen we’re talking about


           -You’re in the hospital often for breathing problems

           -“Jaehee, it’s because you take my breath away,” you wheeze as she’s rushing you to the hospital

           - mc shut the fuCK UP NOW ISNT THE TIME

           -She loves that you’re able to make light of the situation though

           -That is until you actually get to the hospital, then she’s practically dragging you through the doors because you’re too afraid to go in

           -Too much sadness, too many machines that you aren’t familiar with, the weird feeling of being in a strange place, you don’T LIKE IT

           -But she’s always there to read you a book at the end of the day, with a cozy throw blanket from home, and she’ll bring you some coffee from your favourite shop!

           -She also studies what all the machines and medications do so she can explain them to you and hopefully ease your anxiety!

           -When she can’t be there because of work, she leaves you a stack of books to get lost in so that you won’t even notice you’re there. She’ll text you throughout the day as well to check up on ya

           -She’s small enough to cuddle up in bed with you which is GREAT the two of you watch zen’s dvd’s on her laptop all the time


           -???? Why go to hospital when hospital can come to you

           - jumin no i appreciate the gesture but no

           -You’re a regular there because of your heart problems and it breAKS HIS HEART

           - he’s threatened saeyoung a few times because he keeps making jokes like “your heart must of stopped because you saw jumins face” and things of the sort like stOP

           -The first time you had a problem with your heart when you were with him it scared the sHIT OUT OF HIM MC WHAT’S WRONG

           -But he noticed the whole time you were there, you were anxious and always on the verge of tears and Juju will not have that

           -Literally had a room made just for you for whenever you need to be admitted and it looks just like home

           -“It’s your home away from home. Funny, right? MC why are you crying it was supposed to be funny” no its because you’re so swEET JUMIN WHAT THE FUCK STOP

           -He’s sad he can’t bring Elizabeth to console you but he does his best. Always sits with you, petting your hair and kissing you softly

           -His tall ass crawls into your bed at night too so he can hold you like duDE WATCH OUT FOR THE IV YOU’RE TOO TALL YOU DON’T FIT PLS YOUR KNEE IS DIGGING INTO ME


           -He knew your medical history, he did do a background check on you after all

           -So he knew that you’ve had frequent trips to the hospital your whole life

           -He did not realize, however, that you’d be this terrified of just visiting the hospital to see Saeran (after the whole mint eye thing of course)

           -It wasn’t very obvious to anyone else how afraid you were, but he could tell

           -You were in a lot of danger when the two of you were saving Saeran and you didn’t bat an eye

           -But the moment you stepped foot in the hospital, you got quiet. When you did talk, you started to stutter and trip over your words. You had a lot of trouble looking around or at anyone  and that wasn’t the MC he knew

           -You explained that due to your weak immune system, you’re a frequent in the hospital. You get sick easily and it hits you hard. But being surrounded by the multitudes of machines, hearing the sad sounds of people losing loved ones, you just couldn’t handle it

           -From then on, every time you’re admitted to the hospital, he brings a back full of different outfits so he can entertain you, and get your mind off of everything that was happening around you

           - mc i’m your doctor im gonna have to give you an exam wink wonk

           -Full of stupid jokes, hand holding, and kisses to the cheek. He is the deFENDER OF JUSTICE and he will DEFEND YOU FROM ALL OF YOUR FEARS. He’s such a dork??? How can you even think about what’s happening around the hospital to freak you out. It was practically like being at home with him around


           -You immediately told him about your health conditions when the two of you met

           -You unfortunately had to stay in the hospital frequently because of bad epileptic episodes

           -Well, you would go home of course, but some episodes were too risky to go immediately home, so you’d have to stay

           -And you HATED it, like, THIS PLACE ISN’T HOME

           -So every time it happens, he makes it home for you

           -Always bringing you favourite blankets and pillows from home

           -He even tries to bring calming candles so you won’t be as afraid you cant really…light those in here v

           -He’s always talking in such a calming tone that you’re just kind of….relaxed. Please tell me some stories V, lull me to sleep and ease my nerves . He’s always reading fairytale stories to you

           -On days that you’re extra anxious, he shows you videos he’s taken of you, of the RFA, and of random things you love the ones he takes of dogs and you know he does it just for you

           -Overall, he’s just always there to listen to you. You can rant and rave and cry angry tears because you’re so afraid and just want to go home, but he’s there to wipe your tears away and the only home that matters is the one you have with him <3


           -He knows what it’s like to be in the hospital for a long time

           -I mean, right after Saeyoung took him from Mint Eye, he was in there a long time to get all of that shit out of his blood stream and all of that, so he kind of gets it

           -When you have to go to the hospital pretty often because your kidneys were weak and almost always on the verge of failing, he freAKS OUT


           -Pulls it together (well on the outside at least) fairly quickly when he notices how nervous you are every time, no matter how often you have to go

           -You’re almost on the verge of tears every time because?? Every time you’re here you’re fairly close to dying and WOW that’s scary as fuck this place sucks

           -But he’s always there for you, no matter what. He might not say much (and nO ITS NOT BECAUSE HIS VOICE WILL GIVE AWAY HIS FEAR SHUT UP MC) but he’s there to hold your hand through it all, and tries to act like wiping your tears is an inconvenience though you know it’s not and that hes just trying to be tough

           -Actually stays up for days at a time to watch over you and make sure everything is alright which makes you feel bad but also really puts you at ease??

           -Like nothing bad is gonna happen because Saeran will pUNCH IT IN THE FACE. That fear? PUNCH IN THE FACE. All the beeping machines? PUNCH IN THE FACE. Doctor comes in the room in the middle of the night and scares the shit out of you? saERAN ITS THE DOCTOR PLEASE DON’T PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE

           -He buys a bunch of sweets- like cake, cookies, ice cream, things of the sort- and pretends it’s all because he wanted it himself but he guesses he can share with you, if it’ll help lift your spirits and take your mind off of the fact you’re in here

GOT7 REACTION: You Only Wearing A Boyfriend Shirt


You and Mark would have gotten out of the pool, and, being lazy you would have just put one of his tops on while you both went and got food. 

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?”

“Umm.. to get food?”

“Not dressed like that.”

“But I’m in your shirt..”

“Exactly.” Mark would smirk and basically tackle you to the lounge planting kisses all over your face.

Originally posted by toinfinityannnndbeyond


You would have slept over at the dorms last night and not have anything to sleep in. So, Jackson lent you one of his oversized shirts. He secretly loved it when you wore his clothes. When you went to get up to get breakfast, he pulled you back into bed lowkey not even grabbing your butt and planting kisses all over you.

“Jackson, we need to get breakfast before the boys wake up.”

“Not when you’re looking like that.” ;)

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YoungJae came home late one night after dance practice to find you and your best friend in the loungroom, watching tv. YoungJae would pull you into the kitchen about to question why she was there so late and looked like she had been crying, until he noticed you were just wearing one of his shirts. He would forget what he was going to say as he just stared at you for a good minute smiling.


he wouldn’t even reply but instead pull you close and just kiss you.

Originally posted by jypnior


Jinyoung would walk into your room wanting to practice lines for an upcoming movie he was starring in, when he saw you laying in bed reading *cough* wattpad *cough* in nothing but his shirt and underwear. He would completely lose his train of thought.


“Oh, nothing.” A huge smile would be planted on his face.

“Jinyoung, what is it?”

He wouldn’t say anything but instead crawl into bed, laying on top of you, smothering you with kisses.

Originally posted by got7gifs


He would wake up to you standing in the kitchen cooking pancakes for the boys. You would be in your underwear and one of his oversized shirts, no make up, and your hair messily tied back. He wouldn’t believe how amazing you looked. Then he would come up behind you and hug you kissing your neck.

“You look so beautiful you know that.”

“But I don’t have make up on or anything..”

“(y/n) are you crazy!? You’re stunning without any of that stuff!”

Originally posted by jehbum


You would be standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth in one of bam’s shirts.

“Don’t get toothpaste on my shirt!”

“Bam.. theres food stains all over it..”

“Whatever.” He would say coming up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. He would then grab your arms and make you dab together. cute

“Oh My God Bam.” You couldn’t help but laugh as he slapped your butt then ran back to bed.

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After a late night out with the boys, Yugyeom came home to find you asleep on the couch and a movie you were probably watching playing on the tv. He walked over to the tv and switched it off, unknowingly waking you up. Yugyeom let out a scream when you hugged him from behind. He would turn around to find you standing there in nothing but one of his shirts.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t.”

“Well lets get you back to bed.” and the rest is history ;)

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forget || justin foley.

Originally posted by thirteenreasonsvvhy

justin foley x reader imagine. 

anon: can i request a justin foley x reader? maybe do one where it’s the middle of the night and he sneaks over after a bad fight with meth seth and she like patches him up or something. idk if you do smut but maybe like a dash? im so sorry if this is super specific thanks!

warnings: a little bit of smut, mainly just making out. 

you didn’t expect justin to be calling you in the middle of the night, constantly blowing up your phone. call after call, message after message. but all the notifications had woke you up from your sleep. 

“justin what do you want? you should be asleep,” you said sitting up in bed turning on the lamp beside your bed that lit up your room dimly. “i need to talk to you,” his voice quivered. “justin? are you okay? where are you?” you asked worriedly. “go to your window.” 

you threw your phone onto your bed and hurriedly walked to your window. pushing the curtains away revealing justin at your window, on a ladder. it was sprinkling outside, the small rain drops landed onto his face slowly. you unlocked your window pushing it open allowing him to crawl in.

the dimmed light from the lamp reflected on his face allowing you to see him more better. his hair was slightly damped and he had blood traveling down from his nose to his neck. the blood on his chin blended in with the water on his face making it flow in different directions. there was a little cut underneath his eye that had a little bit of blood spilling out.

your lips parted once you saw him, “what happened?” you asked placing your hand on his face. his eyes were slightly red and puffy due to crying. “did seth do this to you again?” you ask. your voice was low yet soft. your eyes wandered all over him making sure he wasn’t hurt any where else. 

justin only nodded and you felt a painful stab in your heart. “you wait right here i’ll go get something to clean you up,” you said and made him sit on your bed. 

you left your room and went to go find things to help justin. when you came back you saw him sitting on your bed looking down at his hands, nothing but the sound of the rain from outside filled his ears as he was lost in thought. 

you sat beside him and picked up a damped cloth and lightly pressed it to his face. 

“do you want to talk about it?” you asked him, lightly pressing the cloth onto his skin trying to clear the blood off. justin looked at you as you concentrated on cleaning his face. 

“he thinks, he acts like he can control me. he acts like he owns the place, doing whatever he wants whenever he wants. he acts like he owns my mother and i, and i’m sick of it. my mother can’t see what he’s fucking doing, but i can.” 

you placed the cloth down and grabbed a band aid placing it on the cut under his eye. “i know i tell you this a lot, but i truly do promise you that it’ll get better. you’ll be free from him and not have to worry and live in fear. one day it’s gonna be him that suffers, not you.” 

you softly pressed the band aid down with your thumb, swiping over it to make sure it stays in place. “better?” you ask justin nodded,”yeah”.  it was silent after that. you put away everything that you took out and sat back on the bed. 

“thank you for everything.” he said. “anytime,” you smiled. 

justin pushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. both of you staring at one another not saying anything but listening to the rain start to get more heavier and louder. 

justin then looked at your lips and slowly leaned in, his lips attached to yours. your lips molded perfectly with his. his lips were soft yet cold but once they collided with your warm ones it melted the coldness away. 

your hands found their way up to his hair, your fingers tugging at it softly. he placed his hands on your hips pulling you closer to him. he always got lost in your lips, his mind blanked. he loved the feeling of you close to him like this. 

your lips were attached in a chaotic kiss. you were like a drug, you always made him feel good and you made him forget about whatever was on his mind. 

his lips moved away from yours down to your jawline and slowly down to your neck. your heart was beating rapidly. the temperature in the room was rising, even though there was a cold rainstorm outside, your bodies were hot. 

justin sucked harshly at your neck making you let out a groan of satisfaction. he pressed his lips back onto yours with so much love and passion. he hovered over you as your back pressed into the soft mattress.  

from there on you spend another few minutes just appreciating one another. hands roaming up and down on each other, open mouth kisses on each other exposed skin. you got lost in one another. all the shit on justins mind disappearing, and all of your thoughts and worrying for justin had vanish. 

you made each other forget, it felt like it was only you two in the world and no one else. 

You get sick||Why don't we||Preference two♡

Summary:They take care of you while your sick♡

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2126

Jonah Marais- When Jonah woke up at 3:30am on a Friday morning to the sound of you puking he got up instantly, running to the bathroom and pulling your hair back as he sat down next to you and rubbing your back with a wash cloth ready to wipe your mouth when you were done.

By the time you had finished emptying your stomach you looked up at your boyfriend of 8 months with tears in your eyes, you had never experienced stomach pain so bad in your life.

“Come here princess"Jonah said opening his arms as he leaned against the wall of your bathroom. You crawled into his arms, resting your head on his chest while his arms wrapped around your waist.

After a while of sitting there and your tears and pain didn’t stop Jonah whispered ‘hold on’ and picked you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist and his hand found a place on your bum. Unsure of what he was doing but having full trust in him, you buried your head farther into his neck as you felt him walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Jonah turned on the lights before setting you down on the kitchen Island and going to the medicine cupboard to find the tums and some flu meds. You hadn’t been feeling well since the two of had gotten home from the Fancy dinner Jonah had taken you out hours before.

"You think you have food poisoning baby?” Jonah asked handing you a cup off water and some advil and placing the tums on the counter next to you and standing between your legs.

“Mhm” You sighed placing your throbbing head back on his chest.

“I just wanna go to sleep” You whispered as Jonah placed a kiss on your head before picking you back up and bringing you back up to the room you shared where you two cuddled while he sung you back to sleep and when you woke up the next morning you felt better and it was all thanks to your amazing boyfriend Jonah.

Daniel Seavey- When Daniel and the boys got back from the studio to the house you and the boys shared he was confused when he didn’t see you up and about like you normally did. When Daniel walked into the two you two shared and saw the tissues all over the bed and your head under the covers he knew it meant only one thing-you were sick.

“Baby why didn’t you call me at the studio? I would have come home and I would have brought soup” He asked shuffling over to the bed as you let out a groan and removed the duvet from your head to expose your horrible bed head and red nose as Daniel let out a chuckle as he took a look at his girlfriend.

“I didn’t wanna bug you baby, your working so hard on the new *sneeze* album and I didn’t want to interrupt you” You sniffled as he crawled into bed with you and pulled you into his arms.

“What have I told you? Day or night if you need me just call me and Ill be there” He said causing a sick chuckle to fall from your lips.

“Hot boy quotes himself to me. is it wrong if that makes me love you more?” You asked causing a large laugh to now fall from his lips, it was like music to your ears. It even made you feel a little better but that was until a huge coffee attack came and then Daniel got up causing a cry to come from you. He had been gone for 6 hours and all you wanted to do was nap with him.

“Ill be back, I’m going to get you cold meds and your favourite soup” He smiled before bending down and placing a kiss on your extremely warm forehead causing his eyes to go wide.

“Baby your burning up?!” He exclaimed before running into the shared bathroom you two had and got a face cloth from the drawer and soaked it in some cool water before coming back into the room and placing it on your face.

“Cheesy Potato Bacon for Tims right?!” Your horsed called out before he opened the door to your room.

“I wouldn’t dream about getting you any other kind of soup dear” he called out before closing the door behind him causing a tired smile to fall on your face before you closed your eyes and fell back asleep until Danny came back.

Jack Avery- Rolling over you let a huge groan as every bone in your body ached but you heard your phone go off playing something different and right away you knew it was Jack calling and if you had ignored it he would have started to worry. Picking up your phone that laid on Jacks side of the bed you slid the answer button to the FaceTime call and waited for his face to pop up.

“Hey babygir- you don’t look so good, are you okay?” He asked, worry completely filling his face as he looked at you.

“Just a flu I think, I feel like shit but ill be fine” You told him, trying your best to give him the 'don’t worry’ smile but today it wasn’t feeling well.

“Jonah give me your phone for a second” He called turning his face away from the phone causing you to assume Jonah was the boy sitting next to him.

You watched as he started typing on Jonahs phone and then looked up at you with a smile.

“How much do you love me?” He asked as he handed Jonah back his phone.

“With my whole heart you goof and you know that, why?” You asked with a tired chuckle, closing your eyes for a moment as dizziness took over your whole body. Fucking colds.

“Well since we are in New York and Im not there to take care of you and we both know you don’t take care of yourself when your sick Ive got Logan bringing over the flu meds that don’t make you loopy and your favourite food from Panera” He said causing a smile to fall on your face, a huge one. Jack was always doing cute things like this, he was always finding some way to take care of you and show you he loves you, he was amazing.

“I love you noodles, so much” you whispered before feeling tiredness fall back on you.

“Get some more rest baby, Logan has a key. I love you princess” He whispered, you felt chills down your spine as it almost felt like he was right there with you, the last thing you hear was the call end, but not without Jack saying that he loves you once more.

That might before he went to bed he sent you a text making sure you had eaten and taken some meds, no one had ever cared for you as much as him.

Zach Herron- You, Zach and the boys had gone on a small vacation just a few hours away from the city to a beautiful beach house that was absolutely breath taking, you had been there for about 3 days out of the two weeks you guys were planning to stay there when you started getting horribly sick. You were puking and coughing like crazy and Zach hadn’t left your side since it had started happening.

“How you feeling baby?” He asked as you laid with your head on his chest and his fingers playing with hair trying to do anything to make the pain go away.

“Can I have some more advil?” You croaked, your throat in extreme pain from puking and coughing so much.

“Not yet princess but soon, Daniel should be back with your food and actually cold meds for you” He whispered placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Im not hungry” You whispered, snuggling your head deeper into his chest.

“Y/n baby, you gotta eat something. Its almost been twenty four hours and thats extremely unhealthy baby” He said, you could hear the seriousness in his voice, Truthfully Zach had never been so worried about you, all the boys were telling him that it was just a flu or a bug and that You’d be fine but every time he followed you into the bathroom to hold your hair back he felt his heart break even more. Zach had horrible anxiety and always worried that normal things were something so much worse, such as a flu being cancer. He couldn’t help but worry about the love of his life.

“Zach baby, its just a bug okay? I will be fine in a few days but yes, Ill eat something if it will make you feel any better. I just feel bad that this is how your spending your vacation” You frowned, placing a kiss on his lower shoulder.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than here taking care of you princess, I love you” He told you, kissing your forehead for the millionth time because he knew it relaxed your body.

Corbyn Besson- You woke up on your couch from a nap to pounding on your door. Sitting up quickly as you had been startled you looked around to see the sun had gone down and you were sweating like crazy.

Walking Dizzly to the door you opened it to see a worry Corbyn at the other end of the door.

“Y/n are you okay?! Ive been calling you for the last hour and No one has heard from you since two” He said as you stood out of the way so he could walk into your apartment.

“I um-What time is it?” You asked confused as you shut the heavy brown apartment door and looking at him confused.

“Its almost 11pm, Ive been so worried about you baby” Your blonde boyfriend of three months whispered walking closer to you and pulling you closer as he put his hands on your hip.

“I um- f-fell asleep. Im not feeling so well” You whispered closing your eyes making Corbyns whole face drain with worry, he had never seen you like this before. Placing his hands on your forehead his eyes almost popped out of head.

“Baby, your burning up! You need a cool shower, Ill try and find something for you to take while your in there” He said rushing you towards the bathroom.

“Corbyn I don’t think I can stand. Im extremely dizzy” You whispered, you could hardly keep your eyes open, everything was blurry.

Corbyn was officially freaking out now, he had never been so worried about you in his whole life.

“Wheres your Advil baby? We gotta break the fever?” He asked sitting you down on your couch, you directed him to the bathroom cabinet filled with different things and he came back with a bottle of pills and a cup of water.

After you had taken the pills Corbyn picked you up and brought you to the bathroom before turning on the shower and he turned to you.

“Im gonna help you into the shower okay? I know we still aren’t 100% in that place yet and you know I respect that but baby this fever is extremely high and a shower is the only way I know how to bring it down” he told you, if you weren’t sick and on the verge of passing out you were almost positive you would have told him you loved him right there and then.

Since you and Corbyn had started dating he had done amazing and beautiful things like this, he had made you feel respected and love and cared for without even trying. He was an over all amazing human being.

Stripping you down into nothing but your underwear he brought you into the shower where the not too cold but not too warm water either and sat with you at the bottom of the bath with you in-between his legs. Placing kisses on your wet head as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You started feeling better after about half an hour later and Corbyn helped you get out and dried you off before bringing you in your room to get changed. Putting his hoodie on you before finding Pj shorts in your bottom drawer and helping you slip them on.

After tucking you into bed he placed a kiss on your forehead and waited until he thought you were asleep before he got off the chair in the corner of your room and headed towards the door.

“Please stay” you whispered before he could leave. You just wanted him, he made you feel better, he made you feel safe and when you were sick that was all you ever needed. He was all you ever needed.

Tiny Sides Part 3/4 (Tiny Patton)

authors note: this is so bad and I’m sorry for that. i wish i knew how to make it better its just so bad that I’m not sure i can fix it. I’m just so incredibly dissatisfied with it, its so much worse than the others, and im sorry it took so long. Tiny Virgil hopefully wont take as long.


When Logan felt a tug on his shirt he begs to every god, goddess, deity, and object that has been worshiped that it’s not what he thinks it is but when he looks down at the big brown eyes of a tiny Patton and he knows they’re in for it.

“What the heck did you do this time Roman?!” he screamed as he picked Patton up and placed him on the counter.

The yell from the kitchen causes the other two to come running. They walk in to find Patton sitting on the counter giggling and swinging his legs.

“Why does everyone blame me?” Roman cried out.

“Because it was literally you’re fault last time sir sing along,” Virgil comments.

“Touché… sir surly pants.”

“When did I become sir?”


Patton ends up being the hardest to handle. He will only take apple juice in a blue sippy. The first time Logan makes that mistake scars him more than he would like to admit. He turns around and hands him a the blue sippy and Patton takes one drink and his entire face goes red and his eyes begin to fill with tears.

“What’s wro…” before Logan can even finish the boy emits a blood curdling scream and throws the sippy cup across the room before flinging himself down on the ground hitting the ground and kicking his legs sobbing.

Virgil and Roman both run to the kitchen the moment they hear the scream. When they reach the kitchen, they stop dead in their tracks when they see what is unfolding in the kitchen. Logan is standing staring wide eyed at a screaming Patton who is in full blown temper tantrum mode. He was screaming and beating the ground and sobbing.

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” Roman screamed.

That’s when Virgil saw the sippy cup in the corner. He walked over and picked it up. He picked it up and looked inside before holding it up to Roman, “Grape juice.”

Virgil went to go get the correct juice when Logan said, “Wait.”

Virgil turned and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“If you get him the juice you enable this behavior. Let him cry until he’s done and he will learn that by throwing a fit he does not get what he wants,” Logan explained. Virgil put the cup down and watched Patton his heart breaking a little as he watched the boy sob on the ground. He knew that this was stupid and that Patton wasn’t actually really sad or hurt but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t hate it.

Eventually Patton calms down and is too exhausted to even ask for new juice he just reaches up sleepily at Virgil who scoops him up and quickly takes him to his room holding him close, “It’ll be okay little one.”


Virgil was half asleep when he felt someone crawling into his bed. He looked down eyes blurry, “Patton?”

“There are monsters in my closet,” he mumbled blearily.

“There aren’t monsters in your closet,” Virgil said.

Patton immediately began to cry, “Yes there ith I saw them pwease don’t make me go back.”

“No, no, shhh please don’t cry. I’m sorry you can stay here,” Virgil said.

“YAY!” Patton squealed curling closer to Virgil hugging his favorite stuffed animal, a small round pig, close to him, “Wuv you Virgil.”

“I love you too buddy.”


Patton was kneeling in front of the table coloring intently when Roman comes and sits next him, “Hey buddy.”

“Hey,” Patton said smiling.

“I made you something,” Roman said smiling.

“Really?” he squealed.

“Yeah come on,” Roman said picking up.

“WEEEEEE!!!!” Patton squealed causing Roman to laugh.

Roman put him down when they got to Roman’s room and hands him a blanket.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a blanket I made you,” Roman said leaning over and pointing at the swords, “See these little swords will keep the monsters away.”

“Really?” he said excitedly.

“Yeah buddy. Don’t worry the monsters can’t get you now,” Roman said hugging him.

“Okay,” Patton said looking sad.

“What’s wrong buddy?” Roman asked.

“Can I still sleep wif you guys sometimes?” Patton said looking up at him with wide puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, little buddy,” Roman said smiling and picking him up.

“Fank you,” he said burying his face in his neck. Roman smiled.


Patton climbed into Logan’s lap while he was working one day and Logan had learned better than to move him.

They sat in silence before Patton said, “Momma Lo Lo?”

Logan sputtered, “What?”

“I have a question Momma.”

“Are you calling me Momma? Why are you calling me that?”

Patton’s eyes filled with tears, “C-can I not call you that?” he wailed bursting into tears.

“No, no shhh don’t cry. I’m sorry. It’s okay you can call me Momma. Please don’t cry,” Logan said picking him up and bouncing him.

Roman had run into the room as soon as he heard Patton wailing, “What did you do?” he screamed.

“I’m sorry,” Patton sobbed.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t yelling at you I’m sorry please stop crying,” Logan said continuing to bounce him. He winced before adding, “It’s okay Momma Lo Lo is here.”

Roman busted out laughing causing Logan to glare at him. Patton continued to sniffle into Logan’s neck.

“what did you do?” Logan asked.

“I did nothing,” Roman said offended.

“That is a lie,” Logan said. They continued to argue as Virgil snickered slightly from around the corner.


Roman feels a small body crawling into his bed one night.

“Patton?” he asked groggily.

“You said I could still sleep wif you guys sometimes. Can I sleep wif you?” Patton asked.

“Yeah sure buddy,” he said lifting his blanket up. Patton crawled up with the blanket Roman had made him and the tiny pig he went almost no where without. He curled up on Roman’s chest and almost immediately fell asleep.


Virgil took full advantage of how cuddly Patton was. In every situation, he possibly could he would hold him or cuddle him or just pick him up. He was touch starved and he wasn’t going to get affection any time else so yeah, he was going to take every piece of affection he could find.


Logan was working when Patton climbed into his lap and began tracing his face with his tiny hands and at this point Logan just goes with it because at least he’s keeping busy.

That is until Patton says, “Momma Lo Lo so pitty.”

Logan’s eyes widened, “Are you calling me pretty?”

Patton nodded enthusiastically, “Momma Lolo so pitty. I love my momma”

The warmth spreading across his cheeks was not a blush, “Stop laughing Virgil this isn’t funny,” he growled which only caused Virgil to laugh harder.


They were all in Logan’s room, Roman researching in a chair in the corner, Virgil doing his own research on Logan’s bed with a sleeping Patton in his lap, and Logan was working at his desk. Logan is so frustrated and tired and it had been almost two months and they didn’t even have a clue how to return Patton to normal. He didn’t even realize it was him at first when he heard the noise. He hadn’t meant for it to come out but when the other twos heads snap up he knows they heard him.

Roman immediately drops what he’s doing and goes and places a hand on Logan’s shoulder and it’s like a dam breaking, “I’m failing! I’m failing Thomas, Patton, and all of us. this isn’t WORKING and we NEED him!” tears are fogging his vision and glasses so he just takes them off and throws them across the desk.

“what if I can’t fix him? What if he’s like this forever?” Logan’s entire being is trembling. Virgil gently moves Patton off his lap and wraps his arm Logan and Roman wraps his arms around both of them.

“well find a way to get dad back.”

“indeed, if anyone can solve the puzzle it is you,” Roman added.

They sit in silence until riiiip. They all whip around to see a full-sized Patton clutching Logan’s blanket to him.

“well that was a very seamless transition,” Patton says and Logan can’t help it, he laughs so hard he cries.


all credit too @tinysidestrashcaptain

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Originally posted by ceohan

  • Idol: Park Jinyoung (Got7)
  • Genre: Angst
  • Preview: Jinyoung comes to your apartment really late and unannounced and you get worried. 

Night had become your favorite part of the day. Not necessarily for the sleeping, although that was a huge part of it. It was night that allowed you to digest your day and make plans for the next. You, being an extremely reflective person, needed that time once everything had calmed down to sort yourself out. During the day you were working and it would be simply implausible to even think of enjoying a relaxing silence to placate your mental health.You lie cuddled in your warm duvet, comfortable enough to sleep, but wide awake. You’d already analyzed your day and now your mind sat idle trailing its way,very slowly, to rest.

“Y/N!” The noise frightened you but you quickly recognized the voice and you’d also remembered recently giving  your boyfriend a key to your apartment, though he never came over without calling first. Another yell came but this time it was closer and the slightest bit slurred, not from drunkenness you surmised. It was probably from sleep deprivation.

“In here!” You answer back climbing from under the covers. Jinyoung came into your room grumbling. “In here could be anywhere, you should be more specific.”
“You found me didn’t you?” you answered sarcastically.

 The two of you were facing each other now. He frowned at your bare legs that were on full display thanks to length, or lack of length, of your night shirt. You had on a plain t-shirt that was kind of big, not exactly over-sized but the fabric reached to your upper mid thigh. 

“Where are your pants? It’s freezing in here.”

He walked over to the dresser behind you opening the drawer that had a few of this things. 

You parked your hand on your hip. “I happen to be perfectly fine with the temperature and the last time I checked I pay rent here so I am free to wear whatever I want.” You weren’t mad, just annoyed.

In all truth you were worried Jinyoung wasn’t always in the cheeriest of moods, but he’d never been so grouchy, not with you at least. He sighed. “I’m sorry I’m being snappy. I’m just tired.”

He walked back over and wrapped his arms around you. You leaned up and kissed the bottom of his chin. That sweet interaction was enough to calm to the both of of you. He pulled away and went back to his drawer. 

“Why are you here?” You asked from your new spot on the edge of your bed.

He scoffed.“Am I no longer welcomed here?”

 You rolled your eyes. “Jinyoung, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

He closed the drawer, clearly he’d found what he’d been looking for: shorts

“I’m joking.” 

“You never come here during promotions.”

“ I do sometimes.” he sat next to you on the bed. 

You shook your head. “No you don’t, never at night. You always sleep at the dorms.”

“I can sleep here, can’t I?” His eyes searched your face when you didn’t respond. A worry crease appeared on his forehead. “You really don’t want me here?”

“No Jinyoung.” He grabbed your hand looking more worried.You frowned at your inability to correctly articulate your thoughts “I do. I want you here,” you sighed. “Are you okay?”

Jinyoung was a creature of habit and it wasn’t like him to change up routine, not that he couldn’t be spontaneous, he just usually wasn’t. You didn’t mind that actually you adored his If it ain’t, broke don’t fix it vibe.

“There’s something you’re not telling me. Did you fight with your manager?”


“Did you fight with a different staff member?”

“No I-”

“One of the boys?” 

He shook his head. 

“It was JYP, wasn’t it? You yelled at JYP and now you’re getting kicked out of Got7. What the heck happened you are usually so in control of your temper with your superiors. Oh gosh and if you’re out of Got7 what’s in that mean for JJ Pro-”

“Y/N!” His voice was loud enough to quiet your thoughts. “You’re being ridiculous.” He was right, clearly you more tired than you’d thought.

“Well what do you expect? It’s almost 2 AM and you waltz in here all unannounced,which is something you never do.” 

He kissed your cheek. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Jinyoung wait I-” you started but before you could say anything else the bathroom door was clicking shut.You were still worried about your boyfriend but also a little more than ticked that he’d shut the door in the middle of your sentence.

You climbed back into your bed and this time you were half asleep when Jinyoung began calling your name.

“Y/N! Can you come here?” You groaned but got up. 

“What do you want Jin?” He was standing in front of the mirror in the shorts he’d gotten earlier. 

“Will you help me take my makeup off?” 

“Why didn’t you wipe it off in the shower?”

“I guess I just wasn’t thinking.” Jinyoung not thinking? Yeah something was definitely wrong but you didn’t press the issue. He handed you the makeup removing wipes.

“You’re gonna have to sit down on the counter. I can’t reach your face.”

He flashed you a half grin, no doubt thinking of one of his many jokes about  your height but it faded quickly and he sat on the counter as you’d instructed.He placed his hand on either side of your waist to pull you between his legs and then returned them to his lap. You began your work silently, sliding the wipe gently across his face.

“So are you gonna tell me why you’re here?”

“Y/N.” he sighed. You halted your movements with the wipe and searched his eyes for anything that would increase your worries.

“I missed you. We haven’t seen each other in person for almost two weeks.” He tried to capture you in a hug but you placed your hands on his bare chest, stopping him.

“ Jinyoung, the real reason.” He sighed stubbornly as if he wasn’t going to tell you, but he saw how worried you were and relented. 

“Today wasn’t a very good day.”

You opened your mouth to ask but he spoke before you had the chance to.

“I’ll tell you about it later.” You knew that meant when the both of you were in bed, in the dark, where you couldn’t see his face when he spoke. It must’ve been serious because the two of you only had conversations like that when he thought he was gonna cry.

“Okay.” You began to wipe off his makeup again.

“I did miss you though.” You didn’t respond, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Not necessarily because you didn’t believe him but he never did things on impulse and it was definitely an impulsive move to come and see you during his breakneck promotions schedule just because he missed you. And besides he never missed you that much, before. He’d already made it clear that he wanted you to comfort him, why did he feel the need to convince you further by making up feelings? 


You didn’t answer. 

“Y/N, look at me.” he grabbed your wrist softly to stop you from ignoring him with the wipe. 

“I missed you. Really”

“Okay.” you nodded more out of a desire to appease him than anything else.He frowned at your reaction. 

“Jinyoung can I have my wrist back?”

He sighed and released you. After a few more swipes you threw the makeup wipe in the trash. 


“Thank you.” You hummed a quiet you’re welcome and turned to leave but he grabbed your arm and spun you back to facing him. “Thank you.” His voice remained soft.

“ Jinyoung, you already said th-”

This time he proved his sentiment by pressing his lips to yours.The kiss was simple but it was enough to have your heart racing. You wrapped your arms his neck and deepened the kiss. Jinyoung grinned, but eventually he pushed at your hips with his hands, letting you know to calm down. When you didn’t, he pulled away, his sly grin still intact. It was your turn to frown. 

“If we go on like this we won’t be able to stop and we both have to be awake in the next couple of hours.”

You knew he was right. He tugged your arm pulling you into the bedroom. Jinyoung crawled into your bed first and you climbed in right after, hurrying so he could wrap his arms around you. Your apartment really was freezing when you weren’t under the covers. 

When you were finally comfortable enough to lie still in his arms, he pulled you tighter into him, so that his lips were pressed to your braided hair. Almost immediately the two of you were falling to sleep, the comfort of your presence was enough to push an already tired Jinyoung off the edge of consciousness and vice versa. You knew he would probably be gone when you woke up. You weren’t going let him get off that easily. Eventually he’d have to talk to you.

PT.2 ??? (coming in a few weeks :))

forever, yes?

a/n: i spent three hours reading cheating angst fanfics and i should be working on my school projects but there is no such thing as school on tumblr tbh (my writing skills have gone down dont  hurt me pls lmao)

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst

His box-like smile always made you giggle. His deep and soothing voice helped you fall asleep when you were broken. When he called out your name sweetly as you clawed his back, the two of you covered in sweat. The two of you decided to get married. 

It was a dark and cloudy Sunday night, and the weather was pissing you off. The wind made it hard for you to walk, and the rain made your hair stick to your face. Customers at the cafe you worked at were assholes, and they never payed you enough. 

But at least you still had Taehyung. 

You opened the front door with a quiet grunt, throwing your shoes off your feet. The living room was pitch black, which made you shiver. You ran to the light switch and flipped it up, sighing with relief when the light flickered on. It was quite funny to you and Taehyung - a grown woman, still scared of the dark. You chuckled weakly at the thought, the only thing you wanted to do right now was collapse in Taehyung’s arms and sleep. 

You turned the door knob to your bedroom. 

“I-I’m going to..ah!”

You froze, eyes widening at the familiar voice. You covered your mouth with both hands, squeezing them together. 

Taehyung, your husband, was fucking a girl that wasn’t you. 

The woman beneath Taehyung shrieked at you, pushing him off and scrambling to grab her clothes. You stumbled as you let her push past you. The front door slammed with an echo. 

Taehyung took a few seconds to figure out what was going on. He stared at you with squinted eyes that slowly turned into regret. 


You fell to your knees, eyes wide with tears streaming down your face. You completely broke down, unable to talk. Taehyung quickly jumped off the bed and ran to you. He knew exactly what was happening, and he was fucking terrified. 


“(y/n)!” Taehyung yelled, shaking your shoulders. You had completely broken down- your heart thumped loudly. 

Your sister had died. 

You were on your knees, your face blank with no emotion whatsoever. Your mind disappeared, and your feet moved on your own. You shook Taehyung off and ran to the front door, running into the street. 


The car slammed into your side, throwing you into the street. You could hear cars honking, the slam of a door, and loud footsteps. 

Taehyung repeated your name, caressing your cheek and whispering, “Its okay, it’s okay. I’m here. Don’t leave, alright? You promised you’d stay with me forever. Shh,” you didn’t understand what he was saying at that time- your ears were ringing so loudly you couldn’t hear. 

(end of flashback.)

You felt his hands shake your shoulders wildly, shouting your name. You glanced at the front door. He got up and locked the front door, gasping for breath. “Don’t do this, (y/n).” He shouted, eyes wild. 

The rest of the day was a breeze, you didn’t even realize you fell asleep. But you knew you’d remember this the next day.

You woke up with a jerk, shooting a glare to the boy next to you. He snored quietly, and you could see his puffy eyes. 

Oh, right. You looked at your ring finger and took off the ring, throwing it at Taehyung’s face. 

“W..What was that for, ja-” 

“Don’t give me that bullshit!” You screamed, breathing heavily. Taehyung quickly shot up out of bed, looking at the ring. His face  fell with realization. 

“W-Wait! (y/n)! It-It was a mistake! I got..drun-” He tripped over his words, and you damn well knew he was not drunk. 

You laughed weakly, digging your nails into your palm. “You little..I can’t believe I fell in love with you,” you slammed open the closet door, pulling out your clothes and throwing them onto the floor. 

“(y/n), don’t do this! I told you, it was a fucking mistake!” He sobbed, clinging to your arm and pulling you away from the closet. 

“Mistake my ass,” you growled, shaking him off your arm. You grabbed a duffel bag and shoved your clothes in the small bag, zipping it up quickly. His breath hitched from crying, and he grabbed onto your arm again. 

“Please..(y/n)..I..I won’t survive! I won’t be able to do anything, please don’t leave! Everything will go wrong, I can-” 

“You should have thought about this before letting her filthy hands crawl all over you.” You spat, shoulders trembling with anger. 

You finally turned to look at your lover, almost choking on your words.The man who always had a goofy smile on his face covered his mouth with his hands, whimpering as he cried. His nose was running, and you cringed. It was hard not to wipe his nose or eyes. It hurt. 

The two of you stared at each other before you dropped you bag. “Taehyung.” You said sternly, opening your arms. He fell into you, sobbing into your shoulder. You chuckled, running your fingers through his oily hair. “I’ll stay, but I can’t trust you yet.” You whispered. You felt him calm down and nod, sniffling quietly. 

“I’m fine with that. As long as I’m with you.”

bad ending here: forever, yes? (how do you work tumblr i stg im such an idiot)

a/n: good lord that was so cheesy ew, please burn it

Barnes’ Books - Chapter 9

In which pretty much everyone is sad. Sorry.

Previous chapters on the Masterlist

When I’m sure they’ve gone, I go back to the shop. I don’t want to go home, alone, and there’s a part of me hoping there’ll be a note from Bucky, something to hold on to.  There isn’t.  Steve’s playing with something on the floor when I walk in, scrabbling under the counter, but she runs over to me when I walk in.  I shut all the blinds and lock the door, leaving the light off, then curl up in a chair, and cry.

I cry for my own stupidity, for letting myself fall for someone; for having nothing else in my life; for James, alone in the care home, away from his only family. I cry for a long time, until it hurts to breath, until my skin feels raw with the salt tears. Steve is sitting on the arm of the chair next to me, I’m curled up, hugging my knees, glad that my joints are aching and my clothes are digging in and I hurt. I want to hurt. It’s what I deserve.

Eventually, you have to stop crying. Your body stops for you, even when your heart carries on. I was exhausted, too tired to be angry with myself any more. Too tired to go home. So I did something I probably shouldn’t have. I tucked Steve under one arm, and walked up the stairs into the flat. Kicking off my jeans, I lay down in the bed, just for a little bit, and tried to pretend Bucky was there with me.

Of course, I fell fast asleep and woke the next morning, confused and sore.  I blinked and looked around, then leapt out of bed, ashamed. In the bathroom I confronted the damage that the tears had wrought.  My eyes were red and swollen, my cheeks looked rough and sore. The rest of me looked as disastrous as always. I pulled on yesterday’s jeans and splashed some water on my face, but deep down I didn’t care.

Downstairs, I fed Steve again but she didn’t come when I called. Going out into the shop, I found her scrabbling under the counter again but when I shook her food box, she scampered in as if she hadn’t eaten for a week.

I opened the shop every day that week, went through the motions of selling and stocking and locking up. I smiled and made coffee and played with children, and then at night I went home to my own flat and sat in the dark alone. I visited James every day but the spark had gone out of both our lives and I had little to tell him. I ate badly – either nothing, or too much – and I didn’t sleep, and I cried.

On Friday, I got a text from Bucky. It was short, to the point. It hurt. ‘Accountant coming Monday. That OK? B.’  I replied saying it was fine, but he didn’t respond.  And so on Monday, after a lonely weekend, where I’d drunk alone, too much, and forgotten to eat, the accountant came. I showed him the accounts notebook, the system that Bucky had set up to record orders, the cashing up. He nodded, took away receipts, muttered about valuations.

On Tuesday, another text. ‘Estate agent coming Thursday. That OK?’ Estate agent. So Bucky meant to sell the shop? Sell James’ home, my job. The place where he grew up, where he was happy.  I cried more, and drank more. Yet again I replied and yet again he didn’t respond.

I replayed every memory of the weeks we’d spent together, and doubted every one.  I’d been kidding myself that Bucky was my friend. I told myself I had nothing to offer, nothing anyone would want. I was a convenient shop assistant, a favour to his Granddad. A joke. I was ‘nothing compared to’ his fiancée.

James was doing little better than I was. I made sure to visit him, it was the one thing every day that mattered to me.  He looked old and sad, and spent a lot of time talking about the family that had gone, about the friends he’d lost. He asked me every day if I’d heard from Bucky, but I didn’t tell him about the estate agent.

On Thursday, I woke up when the alarm went off, but I couldn’t move. What I’d thought was a cold coming on the day before had worsened. A regime of poor food, excess alcohol, poor sleep, and depression, had left me susceptible to every virus. I was icily cold then feverishly hot, my body aching unbearably.  My head throbbed every time I coughed, which was often. I tried to stand but felt so weak that my legs trembled and I fell back onto the bed, shaking. I felt sick and sore.  My last coherent thought before I fell into a fevered sleep was Bucky.  I sent him a text – ‘cant open shop, agent, ill im sorry’ – and then slept.

The only time I left my bed on Thursday or Friday, was to crawl to the bathroom to be sick. Each movement left me weaker, my head throbbing, my brain in a fog. I drank a little water from the tap but couldn’t have made it to the kitchen to get a glass. I slept, or lay half-conscious, unable to easily separate reality from fever-delirium.  At one point, late on Friday, I heard my name being called, and a loud banging. The noise hurt my head, so I buried it under the pillow where the sweat stuck hair to my face. I slept again.

By Saturday morning, I was seriously dehydrated, although I couldn’t have said as much. My cough was rattling through me, leaving my chest aching. I was retching but there was nothing there.  I heard the banging again, and my name, but was too weary to even move. I shut my eyes against the light seeping into the room around my curtains.  When I opened them again, Bucky was standing there. Another hallucination.

He crouched down beside the bed, resting the back of his fingers on my forehead.  Against my overheated skin, his hand felt as cold as metal. I tried to say his name, but my tongue was too dry and stuck to the roof of my mouth. I blinked, and the hallucination was gone, so I shut my eyes to sleep.

A moment later, I felt an arm snake around the back of my neck, and a glass being held to my mouth, a trickle of water wetting my lips.  I opened my mouth to gulp the water down, and opened my eyes to see Bucky again. He was in a suit, the tie undone and askew, and was scowling.  Too soon, he took the glass away, and laid my head back down. He sat down on the edge of the bed and I tried to stay awake to look at him. He twisted to look at me.

“I was worried. You didn’t answer my calls or texts. Nobody answered the door yesterday. I had to lie to a locksmith and say I’d lost my keys, to get in,” he said, watching me. This was a great hallucination.  He put his hand out and brushed some of the sweaty hair off my face. I fell asleep again as he stroked my face.

When I woke up, the hallucination had gone. I felt slightly less wretched than before, although the difference was slight. I turned my head a little to ease my stiff neck, and noticed a glass of water by the bed.  I knew I hadn’t put it there, but all I could think of was how nice it would be to drink. I pulled myself upright, my arms trembling with the effort, and gulped down the water. It was icy cold and felt delicious on my sore throat. I lay back, half-upright, and looked around the room. It looked different. My head hurt to think so it took a while, but I realised that it was… tidy.

Since Bucky had left, I’d taken to coming in from work, throwing my clothes in the corner, and getting into bed with a bottle of wine.  The dirty clothes were all gone now, and the collection of wine bottles and glasses too.  I swung around in bed and stood on trembling legs, walked slowly to the bedroom door. I had to hold onto the doorframe and walls as I left my bedroom and turned into the living room. It was only a small flat but it felt like a marathon to walk that far. There was a strange smell, and a clattering noise from the kitchen. I turned into the doorway to see a man’s back. He was standing by the stove, stirring a pot, and humming to himself. There was clean washing up stacked beside the sink and the washing machine was churning.


He turned and saw me. It was Bucky, of course.  I was leaning on the doorway, worn out with illness, tiredness and confusion.

“Hey, you should not be out of bed,” he said, stepping across the kitchen to put an arm around me. “Come on, sit down for a second.” He pulled out a chair and I slumped into it.  He crouched at my feet, looking up at me, his eyes an intense blue.  “Give me a minute, I’ll change your bed.”

Before I could speak, he’d stood and walked past me.  I heard cupboards opening and closing – luckily my flat was small enough there weren’t many places to look – then silence.  A few minutes later, Bucky returned.  I stood, holding onto the chair.  Other than his name, I still hadn’t spoken. I started walking, still unsure exactly what was going on, why he was here, but I was too weak still and my knees gave way.

Before I could hit the ground, Bucky’s arms were around me. He lifted me up easily and carried me through to my room. Putting me down on the bed, I felt the cool crispness of fresh linen, such a change from the hot, tangled, sweaty sheets I’d been lying on. My eyes closed as the cold pillow comforted my head, but as I drifted off to sleep, I was sure I felt someone kiss my cheek.

When I next woke, the light coming through the curtains was softer, as if evening was coming. I’d slept more peacefully, the fever breaking at last although I still felt limp and exhausted.  There was another glass of water by the bed, and again I eagerly gulped it down.  The flat was silent and I was starting to doubt my own mind.  Carefully I got up again and walked out, on legs as weak as a newborn lamb’s.

In the living room, Bucky was sitting on the couch, legs up on the coffee table.  He was reading a book and rubbing something on his lap. For a moment, I flushed brightly, wondering what he was doing, before I realised he had a cat on his lap. Steve.  Bucky and Steve were in my apartment.  I felt lost.

I coughed, harshly, and Bucky turned around, the movement disturbing Steve who stretched and meowed.

“Hey sleepyhead! Any better? Can I get some medicine into you? You’ve fallen asleep every time I’ve tried.” He stood, lifting Steve onto the couch, and walked into the kitchen as he spoke. I followed, sitting down in the chair again, chilled and tired.

“What are you doing here Bucky?” I asked, my voice raspy and sore.  He put some paracetamol and another glass of water beside me, nodding at me to take them, then pulled out another chair, sitting near enough that our knees were almost touching.

“I told you. I couldn’t get hold of you and you’d said you were ill. I was worried. So I came to look after you.”

I couldn’t quite process it. He gave me bits of information as he ran me a bath, found me clean pyjamas. He sat outside the bathroom door talking as I lay in the bath, making sure I didn’t fall asleep and drown. He continued talking as I sat back in bed, exhausted but feeling so much better for being clean, and gave me home-made soup to eat. It was as if he hadn’t been able to speak for the last two weeks, and needed to let everything out.

“When you didn’t reply to my note, I thought I’d blown it, our friendship, so I tried to keep it business-like, but, I don’t know, things felt different back at home,” he said, but before he could continue, I broke in.

“What note? You didn’t leave one.”

“Before we left. I came down out of the flat with Maria and you were gone, so I left you a note.” I turned in the bath, staring at the doorway, as if I could see him through the wood.  

“There was no note. I went back to the shop after you’d gone. There was no note.” I climbed gingerly out of the bath, the heat having sapped the last of my strength, and half-heartedly dried myself, before pulling pyjamas onto damp skin.  As I started to clean my teeth, Bucky spoke again.

“I left a note, on the counter. Next to Steve.” A pause. “Saying I was sorry. Asking you to call me if you’d still be my friend. Telling you I needed a friend.”

I pulled the bathroom door open, and he looked up. He was sitting on a dining chair he’d pulled up outside the door, elbows resting on knees, head resting on hands.  Now that water and rest had cleared my head a little, I could really see him.  He looked terrible. His skin was grey, eyes red-lined, and the frown between his eyes was deep again.

“I never got that,” I said, and as if on cue, Steve rounded the corner, ignoring us both as he walked into my room and jumped on the bed.  I remembered the way Steve had scratched at something under the counter in the shop when I’d been there.  “Steve. She must have chased it.”

Bucky let out a groan of exasperation as I climbed into bed, too tired and emotional to give a thought to Bucky being in my bedroom.  He nudged the cat with his hand and she glared at him, before moving over and climbing onto my lap. I felt teary, in that post-illness way, when every emotion seems too raw, your nerves exposed. I kept my head down and stroked Steve, watching as one or two tears darkened her fur.  

I felt the bed move and looked up to see Bucky sitting down. He looked at me, then lay back, on top of the duvet, resting his head back against the headboard. He looked exhausted, drained.

“Out of interest, if you’d got the note…?”

“I’d have replied. I’d have called.”

His eyes closed, briefly, and his face seemed to relax.  Silence fell, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.  Steve purred on my lap, and my skin tingled from the hot bath. I was tired but had slept too much to sleep again just yet.

“Buck, why did you come all this way?”

He turned his head on the pillow to look at me. “I told you. I was worried. About you, and about Granddad. You were ill. The nurses say he’s gone downhill.”

I nodded.  “He has. I’m sorry.  To be honest, you look like you have too.”

He smiled, briefly.  “I’m fine. Work stress is all.” I didn’t believe him.

“If you need a friend, I’m here to listen. And thank you. For coming here, for taking care of me.”

For a moment, just a moment, I thought he was going to talk. He needed to, it felt as if there was a flood of words dammed up inside him, but before he could sleep, I was wracked with another bout of coughing, sending Steve off my lap and leaving me doubled over and struggling to breathe.  By the time I was calm again, Bucky had stood.  

“You need to sleep. You’re not well.” He leant over and kissed my forehead, leaving my skin tingling. Before I could speak again, he’d left the room, and I heard the flat door shut.

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The Babysitting

Summary: Based off of angreydj’s separation Au, and some family hcs’ of my own. So basically Capt. U convinced, Krupp to babysit George and Harold for the weekend. Don’t know why, but you know screw logic in fanfics right ?

“Can you remind me again Captain, why I am babysitting those little devils ?”

The glare Mr.Krupp gave Captain Underpants could freeze any student of Jerome Elementary School, although it couldn’t even faze the bubbly man in front of him grinning in front of him.

“Because Benny, they didn’t have anyone to watch them!” That grin was a weapon, and Captain UNderpants knew how to use that against him, “Now splash me with water! I want to be with them all weekend, and we can’t do that if we don’t fuse back right now!

Captain Underpants now had his hands in front of his face both hands clutching together with Krupp’s own and practically vibration off the floor ( He may have to check if Captain had ADHD, but he could deal with that another time.) Krupp sighed he wouldn’t win.

“Alright, just let’s not destroy the house tomorrow and Sunday okay ?” He eyed him as he poured the water in the cup.

“Of course Benny, besides this will be great practice from when we have our own.”

“OUR WHAT ?!” in the panic of flusterness and panic, Krupp splashed Captain Underpants with the water.

In a pink flash Krupp, was once again, alone in the room with only his thoughts of possible children and the impending hell for the next few days.


Saturday, a day which is supposed to be relaxing and peaceful.

Not for Benjamin Krupp, who spent the whole day worrying and fretting for 3:00, the time of reckoning. When the notorious pranksters of his school come into his, his safe zone and place of rest, until Sunday the next day at 12:00. By the end of the day he just knew he was going to regret the whole ordeal.

But yet, even though they were going to be in his house, Krupp couldn’t get over Captain Underpants word from yesterday. Those 4 words shook him down to his very core “When we have our own.”

But yet, time flies and by the time he was done thinking it was 3:00, and he heard his doorbell ring. He got up from his love chair and opened the door. There in front of him were George and Harold, and the corner of his vision he saw a car speeding away.

He them gestured inside and closed the door and immediately snapped his fingers. In a flash of light pink, there standing next to Mr.Krupp was none other Captain Underpants.

Mr.Krupp fidgeted uncomfortably and coughed, “ So, what do you, two wanna do ?”

George spoke up first, as Harold was talking to Captain Underpants. “ We haven’t had dinner yet, we could totally eat something now, and we brought some board games. Right Harold ?”

Harold Still talking to Captain underpants, just absentmindedly said “uh huh” and went back to talking to him. Something about dolphins with lasers? He really didn’t want to know.

Mr.Krupp saw what was happening Harold and Captain Underpants and then looked to George, and sighed “Well George, I don’t think those two are going to tire that conversation anytime soon how about you and me make dinner, and teach you How to make some real food, and not that microwave crap they sell nowadays.”

George gave Mr.Krupp a quizeled look for a second before smiling, “ Yeah okay! What are we going to make ?”

Krupp could only give a sincere smile, “ We’re going to make something,my mom, used to make its, called Tomato Basil Soup. We used to have a lot of leftover chicken, so this dish was fairly common in my childhood home.”

“That sounds so good, Mr.Krupp let’s get cooking!”

George grabs Mr. Krupp by his hand and started dragging him towards the kitchen. Krupp could only laugh at George’s excitement at making a new meal.


“So Harold, my trusty sidekick, how have you been besides , making comics about dolphins with lasers?”

Harold immediately lit up at that question like he was just waiting for somebody asked either it be mr. Krupp or Captain Underpants. “Well Captain Underpants, there’s this boy at Jerome Horwitz Elementary who just transferred from Florida right? And he’s super cute I think, I might even invite him with us to Treehouse some time.”

Captain Underpants chuckled, “ Well Harold, it seems like a very special boy! Do you know his name?”

Harold faltered at that question. “ Well, no. But George is going to help me later at school on Monday so I can get to know him better though. You know George he’s my like 90% if my courage”

They both laughed, that statement. knowing that George being Harold’s courage was the same as Krupp being Captain Underpants courage.

Before they can get another word in their conversation, Mr. Krupp yelled the kitchen saying dinner was ready.

That dinner ,even though Mr. Krupp would never admit it, was one of the best he has had in awhile. The whole dining room is just filled with love and familiarity that this could be something that he could get used to. Maybe Captain Underpants is right that they should adopt a kid or two.

After dinner they ended up playing a game of Monopoly. Unfortunately the game ended all too soon , as tensions were rising between Mr. Krupp and Captain Underpants about who could get the certain Railroad , but fortunately George and Harold had thought of this and brought out a couple of DVDs to watch for later.

For the rest of the night they watched those two DVDs being the Bee Movie, and Frozen by the end of the night both Harold and George fell asleep by the end of Frozen. Captain Underpants and Mr. Krupp both grabbed a boy each and brought them to the guest bedroom ,and laid them down and tucked them in. They both left the room hands intertwines and heading to their own room where they would sleep the rest of the night away peacefully.


Harold tossed and turned in the bed unable to shake the nightmare here just awoken to. It was horrendous Captain Underpants and mr. Krupp wear in the clutches of Professor Poopypants once again, but this time he was not holding back this time he was sure he was going to kill them, the Turbo Toilet 2000 was clutching them and they dropped to the ground lifeless. And that’s when he woke up.

“George, George wake up!” Harold said from across the room in his bed. George still not stirred from sleep Harold got up and shook George awake.

George finally woke up from the rough shaking from Harold. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. Blink the sleep out of his eye.

“Harold ? What are you doing, it’s like three in the morning?”

Harold tugged on George’s arm and dragged him out of bed.

“Dude, just come with me to Krupps and Captain Underpants is room, we need to make sure if they’re okay .I had a bad dream and I don’t think they’re okay and I need you to come with me because I want to be by myself!”

George, now knowing what was going on got up with Harold and went to the bedroom. Is a cracked open the door to see Captain Underpants and Mr. Krupp asleep , both on their backs

But when George looked at Harold he saw he still wasn’t satisfied at just the site. So George grabbed Harold by his arm and dragged into the bed and quietly made the shush face and climbed into bed with them. Harold now getting what was going on crawled into bed with him too. Luckily both adults did not wake up and wrapped their arms around the two boys that, now sleep in the middle of them.


Krupp as usual, was the first to wake up. He noticed there was an extra weight in the bed and on his chest, opening his eyes he saw what the extra weight was. It was George wrapped around his chest basically on top of him sound asleep.

Krupp deciding not to question it, gently lifted George off of him and onto Captain Underpants who currently had Harold wrapped around him the same way George was to him. He then went in the kitchen to make some breakfast.


“So! What did you think of the two little boys decided to crawl in our bed last night?” Captain Underpants as he wrapped his arms around Mr. Krupp who is scrambling some eggs for the last breakfast.

“It was definitely a surprise, I didn’t think they’d actually trust us enough to do that. But you’re right this was some good practice and I thought it over and maybe we could go do some research on adopting later.”

Captain, now with a glint in his eyes and a huge smile on his face went down the hall to go wake up the boys. The boys came in with a blush on their face thinking over what they did last night, but to their surprise Captain Underpants nor Mr. Krupp had brought it up.

The rest of the day went normal until 12 when their parents had to come pick them up.Though Krupp did get surprised when George and Harold both of their arms around Mr. Krupp and flashed a smile to the window where Captain Underpants was. They ran into their car waving the whole way down the road until they turned the corner.

While standing on the lawn Mr. Krupp only had one thought on his mind. “I think I wouldn’t mind having kids around the house.”