im going to go crawl in bed and cry to sleep

GOT7 reaction to you waking them up because of a bad dream

@seagoddessmaisaid: Hello my beautiful goddess 💋💋 can I request a GOT7 reaction to you crawling in their bed late at night and are a little teary eyed because you had a bad dream?? Please and thank you 💞💞💞😘😘😘 (p.s- I hope you are well my love 💋😘)

Hi my love! Hope you enjoy this! 💋


Im Jaebum

Originally posted by curlstae

Jaebum was sleeping on his side, his back facing the door when you decided to crawl into bed with him. When he noticed it was you who got in he would smile to himself and quickly go back to sleep. However, after hearing your sniffles he turned around to ask you what was wrong. When you told him you had a bad dream, he took you into his arms and lulled you back to sleep with his singing. 

Mark Tuan

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

Mark was sleeping on his back when he heard the door open. He would sit up and smile, thinking you were lonely and wanted some company. When he saw you wiping your eyes, his smile would drop and he would pull the covers away to allow you to slide in next to him. He would offer to make you some hot chocolate while you told him what had been on your mind that made you this upset.

Park Jinyoung

Originally posted by kareverie

Jinyoung was a heavy sleeper so when you laid down next to him after a bad dream he didn’t even stir. Cuddling yourself close to his side you decided not to wake him and tried to go back to back asleep. Suddenly he woke up in the middle of the night, feeling too hot. When he noticed you laying beside him with dried tears on your face, he pulled you close and kissed your cheek.

Jackson Wang

Originally posted by b2utygot7

Jackson was on his way to the kitchen to get a drink. When he passed the living room he heard you crying and thought something bad had happened. Rushing inside he saw you sitting on the couch, tears streaming down your face. He sat beside you and asked you what was wrong. You told him you had a bad dream and he offered to let you sleep next to him claiming cuddles fixed everything.

Choi Youngjae

Originally posted by jiminthebun

Youngjae had fallen asleep on the couch while watching a movie with you. Not wanting to wake him up, you decided to go sleep alone. Being so used to having him next to you, you had a bad dream thinking he had left you. When you went outside and saw him sleeping on the couch you sighed in relief and laid down. Noticing the tears on your face, he told you everything would be alright. 

Kunpimook Bhuwakul

Originally posted by chattyang

You would be sleeping on the couch when a noise outside the living room woke you up. Deciding to investigate you opened Bambam’s door and saw he was having a nightmare. Waking him up you asked if he was alright but judging by the tears that had gathered in his eyes he was not. Deciding to lay down next to him, you placed his head on your chest and let him talk about his bad dream.

Kim Yugyeom

Originally posted by chattyang

After waking up on the couch from a bad dream, you decided to go into his room for some comfort. Once inside you bumped against his desk, silently cursing to yourself. The noise along with you crying woke him up. When he asked you if you were okay, you told him what had happened and flung yourself into his open arms. He whispered soothing words to you until you fell asleep.

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

Better Than Medicine // Na Jaemin

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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

Originally posted by haechannie

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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

*YOOSUNG:

           -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!!

           -HE HOVERS OVER YOU ALL THE TIME

           -“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

           -MR. BEAR IS GOING TO PROTECT YOU, MC, HE’S GONNA DO IT!

           -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;

*ZEN:

           -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

*JAEHEE:

           -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

*JUMIN:

           -???? 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

*SAEYOUNG:

           -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

*V:

           -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

*SAERAN:

           -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

           -HE HATES HOSPITALS JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO AND IT’S HARD TO BE COOL CALM AND COLLECTED WHEN HIS LOVE IS IN ONE OF THEM

           -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

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.

“Bucky?”

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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We’re Not Giving Up Before We’ve Tried (Ch. 3)

A/N: Sorry I’ve procrastinated a little bit while writing this, hopefully ill be able to write more now that I’m out of school in a week. Also: TYSM Y’all for almost 200 followers?? Like?? Wwooowo..

Summary: Connor Murphy, a 21 year old college senior with a strong reputation to make trouble when he’s not supposed to, meets his new Biology teacher for the semester. Mr. Hansen, A shy, 20 year old, genius. Who somehow lucked out in work, taking a hassling task of teaching the troubled kid every day. Slowly overcoming his own public speaking fear and social anxiety, while Connor messes with him.

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       Evan awoke once more in a haze, glad to discover he was in a bed rather then a car.

 Wait.. didn’t he fall asleep on his porch last night? Did he find his key and go in? Was all yesterday just a dream?? He sat up, frantically looking around his couch bed for anything familiar. 

This.. wasn’t his house..

“Oh good you’re awake! I was just about to leave..” A girl about the same age as Evan walked out of the apartment kitchen, “Sorry to kinda scare you by bringing you in here.. I um, I saw you on your porch and didn’t want you freezing.” The girl brought a tray of oatmeal over to Evan and set it on the side table. “Im Alana by the way.” She held out an elegant dark hand. Evan shook it hesitantly, “Im Evan.. Um, Th-thank y-y-you..” He mumbled. 

“Dont mention it! Do you need a ride anywhere? Im going to assume you have a class this morning right?” She sat down on the pull out couch and looked at Evan, expecting an answer.

Evan thought for a moment, his mind going blank. Was he.. Was he supposed to be somewhere? His memory flooded with answers at this.

The class, Connor.

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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. 

“I-”

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. 

(flashback)

“(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. 

“(Y/N)!”

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

Click! | Wonho Oneshot

Originally posted by wonhontology

Genre: College AU, fluff, romance.

Summary: “There’s no love stronger than the love I have for you”

Monsta X College AU Series: Wonho / Changkyun


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     Black and white blotches coated your vision as you glanced up from your laptop to see Wonho standing at your bedroom door, waving a polaroid picture in his hand to help the picture develop. Standing there, he looked almost dreamlike in the dim lighting of your apartment that was strung with fairy lights on every surface. The area screamed cozy and warm with just the right amount of aesthetically pleasing pieces of furniture: perfect for the two of you.

     “You need to stop sneaking up on me like that, I’m gonna lose my sight soon.” You yawned, pushing your work off your lap and rubbing your eyes.

     Your boyfriend chuckled, setting his polaroid camera on the desk and smiled down at the picture in his hand. He replied, “I told you, it’s for my college graduation project.”

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....why

Originally posted by jjilljj

Idfk another series maybe? Request open give me things to do lol 

Genre: Angst? 


“Whats up beautiful.” Jeon smirked.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at the comment after it left his mouth. He wasn’t the ideal guy you wanted. He never was. However 16 and ‘in love’ you decided to get engaged at 18 and by 22 you still weren’t married due to his infidelity. You stayed though, yes it hurt but it’s not like you could leave, you were dependent. Having your accounts frozen, insurance cancelled, and kicked out of the apartment before you could pack your bags didn’t seem to be worth being happy on your own so you stayed.

You remembered when you were happy between the 4th or 3rd year together. It was a perfect time, waking up to “Wow, your glowing my angel” and saying good night nonverbally when he ducked his head in your neck leaving sweet pecks and it just leading to sleep, only sleep. However after that each night and day got worse. He didn’t say good-morning, afternoon or night. His kisses would lead somewhere and you stopped because he knew you weren’t ready, but scared to lose him you thought it was worth losing ‘it.’ Never did you endure such discomfort like that, playing tears off as pain from the first time and not pain from lack of consideration or the starting of abuse. As nights went on he started complimenting you once again, drunken slurs of “hello sexyy,” “comm’ere babe” and when you refuse you were met with him leaving and coming home smelling like cheap perfume and cigarettes with a lingering smell of alcohol on his breath and lipstick on his lips. You stayed though because of the good times you had every other month. The once a month dates or the so often ‘i love you’s’ as he left for work. He didn’t realize he was hurting you, he was oblivious to you becoming exhausted after everyday, how you stopped having an appetite and stopped caring. He didn’t realize that you started wasting away.

He cleared his throat and growled, “I said ‘ what’s up beautiful, are you deaf or just a rude imbecile.”

“Nothing, I’m sorry I zoned out I didn’t mean to.” You lowered your head and apologized

“Ha, you never really seem to ‘mean’ anything anymore” He chuckled and clicked his tongue, “well then seeing as I’m getting ignored by you, I rather go out, don’t wait up.” With a swift movement he got up and left.

You sat and stared where he sat for 20 minutes after he left. Not crying not making a sound but just quietly dwelling in the horrific vibe he left you, the feeling of not being wanted anymore like an old toy shoved between a wall and the trash. It was around 7 when you fell asleep on the couch and it was around 3am when you were abruptly woken up by a slam of a door and saw a rather tall man help Jeon inside.

“Hey, I’m sorry to intrude but he passed out, where should I put him?” the man questioned.

“Just lay him on the couch right here.” You watched as he set Jeon on the seat, a strong new scent lingered as he walked passed you of  what seemed to be alcohol mixed with weed. You weren’t the least bit surprised, but still disappointed at what your boyfriend became.

“Hey, I’m sorry to ask but do you mind if I stayed here? It’s really late and we walked.” His voice was soft and light as he asked. You nodded and told him to sleep in your bed  since you were on the couch. His face twisted in confusion “Why don’t you sleep in the bedroom I’ll be fine out here.” He stated. You sunk in your place and sighed “It’s fine, I’ll sleep on the chair since jeons out here, just go to my bed you’ve had a long night-uh, I’m sorry but what is your name?” “Jin” He stated “You?” You told him your name and he quickly denied your offer for the room. “Thank you for offering your bed but please I’ll stay out here.” Without wanting to bother him anymore you got up and went to the bedroom. You huffed as you crawled in grasping the sheets a small smell filled your nose as you remember all the good times you once had. Jeon’s cologne filled you up with a flood of happy times. You began to tear up trying to figure out where it all ended. With a few soft sobs you drifted off into your only escape.

It was 9 when you woke up and the house was filled with warmth and the smell of pancakes and vanilla surrounded you. You were filled with shock not having Jungkook cook for you. You quickly got out of bed and raced to the kitchen to greet your boyfriend broad shoulder shirtless friend cooking breakfast. Your smile faltered realizing how dumb you were to assume Jeon would be that considerate these days. You instead started to sulk back into your room. “Good-morning, sorry I hope you don’t mind I made breakfast. Would you like some?” Tilting your head you yawned “No it’s fine don’t make me anything, I don’t want to bother.”

“Its no problem, Jungkook left early before I woke, so take this as a thank you for letting me stay here last night.” He assured you not taking no for an answer. You smiled at his kindness and walked over to the kitchen to get yourself a plate only to be stopped by him, as he instructed you to sit down and wait so he could serve you “A lady should never have to serve herself.” He did a small laugh and smiled as he came back with a plate full of food and a cup of coffee.  You smiled and looked down at your plate not being able to pinpoint the last time you had this amount of food. You thanked him and began eating, unfortunately due to the lack of meals around the house it was too much food and had you full after a few bites. Jin looked up “You know you shouldn’t play with your food, you should indulge.” He quirked his eyebrow and made a noise of delight as he took another bite. You smiled and giggled at his silliness. 

“Jin how do you know Jeon?” he swallowed his food before replying. “I have known him for a while now met whilst I was in college but I’ve graduated now, how about you? Your his sister correct?” Sister? “Oh no, I’m actually his girlfriend,” You cleared your throat at the noticeable awkwardness “d-did he tell you I was his sister?” Jins face froze in horror “ Oh no no, i just never seen you before and he never mentioned his girlfriend, so i assumed.” Jin lied as he got up to wash his plate. Girlfriend? But Jungkook is…Jin became struck at the realization he had come to, Jungkook was cheating however he decided it’s better left unsaid. There was an obvious elephant in the room when he returned to the dining area. “I have to go, I will see you next time, thank you so much for letting me stay. Here’s my number just incase Jeon does something stupid again and you need help” He chuckled and thanked you again before gathering his belongings and leaving. 

You wished he stayed longer, that was the one time you had felt happy in a while. However you completely saw through his facade about being Jeon’’s sister. He knew he had someone else but was too kind to address it, you were thankful for that because it still gave you a little bit of ignorance to hang on to and pretend everything is all fine.


should this have a part 2? Like seriously im new at this i can’t decide….

Needy

Summary: Phil is doing a live show but Dan is needy as hell.

Themes: Sex (obvi), swearing, terrible writing, dom!phil, needy!dan, post-sex cuddles (cause i’m a sucker for fluff)

Word Count: 1451

Hey guys! So just a heads up that this is my first smut, so be prepared. Also, if you like my writing and fluff, check out my other phanfictions as well right here.

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“Tina48 says, ‘I like your shirt.’ Well, thank you, Tina! It’s new!" 

Phil smiled at his Webcam as he ran his hands over the front of his shirt, reading the Younow comments aloud. He had been on this particular live show for around half an hour now, simply out of sheer boredom. He sat on his sofa crease, his laptop on the coffee table. In the background, Dan’s occasional shuffling of feet or closing of a drawer could be heard from his room.

"Ah, new people! Welcome,” Phil stated, and squinted to read the new usernames as they continued to pop up, “Sally68, phanunicorn, trash_cant!” He chirped, smiling. He continued to ramble on about his day, the weather, the new episodes of anime he’d been watching with Dan, new candles he bought, and other various things that came to his mind.

“Phil.”

Phil turned his head towards the direction of the call. When there was no reply, he ignored it and began talking again, then Dan called out again.

“Phiiill.”

Phil furrowed his brows and turned his back to the camera.

“What? I’m doing a live show?” He called back. No answer. His forehead creased and he turned back to the laptop screen.

“Odd.” Phil said with a chuckle, then continued to talk. Not even minutes passed when Dan called out again, this time sounding needier. Phil frowned and turned his head back again.

“What?” He called out louder. Again, no response, but the silence was shortly followed by another

“Phiiiiillll!”

Phil turned back to his laptop and pushed his fringe out of his face, slightly annoyed.

“I’ll be right back. He probably just, fell out of his chair or something.”

He picked up the stuffed Shibe he’d received from a fan and placed it on his spot on the couch, as a “filler Phil” while he dealt with, well, whatever needed to be dealt with. 

Phil appeared at Dan’s bedroom door, annoyed.

“Dan, what is it? I’m in the middle of a Live show!”

Dan was sitting cross-legged at the foot of his bed, clad in only Phil’s hoodie and a pair of boxers. He pouted and looked up at the (slightly exasperated) Phil in his doorway.

“I’m lonely,” Dan stated matter-of-factly. Phil rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

“Well, I’ll be done with my live show soon. Then we can cuddle, alright?” Phil replied, more relaxed. Dan crossed his arms.

“No, I want you now,” he whined, the pout returning to his face. Phil sighed and crossed the room over to Dan, and sat on the edge of his bed.

“Dan, hon, let me just wrap up the Younow, then I’m all yours. Alright?” He assured, smiling a bit. Dan shook his head, clearly being stubborn. He crawled over to Phil, then climbed into his lap.

“I said I want you now.” He demanded. Phil sighed again and bit his lip.

“Dan, the camera is still going out there. Just let me turn it off real quick, okay?” He said, glancing over at Dan’s door. Dan frowned and shook his head again. He wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist and started to whine.

Phil’s breath hitched. Dan took it as a success and then smirked. He whined more, then started grinding into Phil’s lap.

“Phiiiilll, pleeease,” he whined. Phil twitched and groaned, trying to find a way he could even bring himself to end this. Dan ran his hands up under Phil’s shirt, trailing his fingers down his heaving chest and stomach. As Dan’s hands got lower, Phil felt it become harder and harder to complain. Suddenly, Phil’s jeans were becoming extremely uncomfortable.


When Dan started moaning softly into Phil’s ear, he snapped. Phil wrapped his hands around Dan’s waist and flipped them. Dan’s back hit the mattress, Phil hovering over him. Dan gazed up at him with a satisfied grin.

Phil slid a hand up Dan’s (really, Phil’s) sweatshirt roughly, instantly smirking at Dan’s gasp. In a swift motion, he pulled it up over Dan’s head and tossed it aside. Phil shifted his legs uncomfortably, his jeans feeling tight. Dan picked up the memo quickly and reached his hands up, undoing Phil’s zipper and pulling his pants down to his hips. Phil kicked the rest off clumsily and shoved them hastily off the bed. Another pout pulled at Dan’s lips as he looked up at Phil. He grabbed the bottom of Phil’s tee-shirt and started pulling it up. Phil ducked his head down to make Dan’s job easier, then took the opportunity to kiss Dan’s neck. Dan shuttered and pulled the rest of Phil’s shirt off shakily. Phil continued to kiss down Dan’s neck, sucking and biting, peppering his neck and collarbones with hickies. Dan gasped at every kiss, arching his back to press his body against Phil’s. 

“Ph-Phil, please,” he whined out. Phil shivered as he felt Dan claw at his boxers, wanting them off immediately. Phil shook his head with a smirk and snapped the band of Dan’s underwear teasingly, earning a small squeak from the brunette. He hooked his thumb on the waistband and tugged them off. He threw them aside, where they landed on Dan’s bedside lamp. Dan’s cheeks glowed a bright pink as he stared up at his boyfriend hovering above him. He outstretched his hand to trail it down Phil’s chest and stomach, then sat up a bit to kiss him. Phil kissed back roughly, and Dan took the opportunity to tug Phil’s boxers down. Phil bit down on Dan’s bottom lip and tugged it, prompting a quiet groan from Dan.

Phil reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the small bottle of lube, and prepped the both of them. Dan whined impatiently, which caused Phil to kiss him roughly, instantly shutting him up. Phil pulled his lips away from Dan’s and put them up to his ear.

“You ready, angel?” he purred. He took Dan’s shivering and whining as a yes. Phil teased at Dan’s entrance for a few seconds, before his whines became too loud and needy. Phil thrust in suddenly, which made Dan cry out. He wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist and pulled his body up, pressing it sloppily against Phil’s. Phil grunted and snaked a hand under the dip in Dan’s back, pulling him closer and supporting him.

“Please, Phil, f-faster,” Dan whined. Phil appreciated the ‘please’ and he happily obliged. His thrusts gradually sped up, and with each thrust Dan cried out a bit louder.

When Dan thrust his hips into Phil’s, his body shook and he let out a loud, whoreish moan.

“F-fuck, P-Phil, right there, fUCK.” Phil smirked and kept his thrusts angled in the same spot.

“Found your spot, eh?” Phil cooed and thrust a bit harder, making him groan. Dan barely managed to nod before another moan ripped from his throat. Dan wrapped his arms around Phil, digging his nails in and raking them down, leaving bright red scratch marks in their wake.

Soon, the only sounds that could be heard throughout the whole house were Dan’s deafening moans and the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. Dan was a writhing mess beneath Phil, clawing and mewling. Phil grunted as he quickened his pace.

“P-Phil, I’m, fuck, I’m close.” Dan whimpered. Phil nodded and quickened his pace some more. Dan clung to him and threw his head back.

“fUCK, FUCK FUCKFUCK,” he howled and dug his nails deep into Phil’s back before coming. Phil’s thrusts slowed as he followed shortly after. Phil collapsed next to Dan and sloppily kissed his cheek. Their chests heaved in sync. Once he was able to move, Dan turned onto his side and slung an arm around Phil’s stomach and nuzzled his head into his neck, cuddling close to him. Soon, the two of them drifted into a blissful sleep.

Once they had woken shortly after, cleaned up and gotten dressed, Phil wandered into the lounge with a yawn in search of some post-sex cereal. Box of cereal in hand, he started to head back to Dan’s room, when he noticed his open laptop on the coffee table. He stepped closer and squinted. On his screen, Younow sat still live, with thousands of comments popping up every second.

“PHAN IS REAL”

“did they actually just fuck”

“PHIL TOPS 2K16”

“I just came”

“IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING RN IM CRYING”


Phil blanched and slammed the lid of his laptop shut, the realization just hitting him. He stood frozen in place and pulled out his phone clumsily, checking his notifications. Sure enough, thousands of notifications blared on his screen. Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr. Phil’s harmless Younow had quickly become he and Dan’s sex tape.

“DANIEL JAMES HOWELL, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.”

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*I only bring this point up because I know a lot of people, including myself, have gotten shit for reading and/or writing phanfiction. Everyone is into their own stuff. But ignore my rant blah. I hope you enjoyed :)

Trust Pt. 4

A Jared/Joker x Daughter Crossover Fic

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If i do not have your fandom or personal you would want messege me and i will do research and let you know if i can do it or not. Xx

1. “Stop moaning you big baby”
2. “Stop winking”
3. “Why did you have to be a smart person?”
4. “You’ve got to be kidding me”
5. “Wht the hell are you drinking. At this hour?”
6. “Take. A. God. Damn. Break.”
7. “Shit, im sorry”
8. “How did you manage to be this stupid?”
9. “Your hair is so soft”
10. “Sorry. I just got lost in your eye’s”
11. “What are you writing about?”
12. “I love you”
13. “Is that my t-shirt?”
14. “Please don’t leave me”
15. “Please say something…”
16. “We collide”
17. “Thats a stupid rule”
18. “How are you so pretty?”
19. “What the fuck?”
20. “You wanna go!?”
21. “Even the best fall down sometimes”
22. “You and i. We’ll be alright”
23. “What are you even saying?”
24. “Do that again”
25. “Please don’t”
26. “Hold me back!?”
27. “Oh its on”
28. “When i look into your eye’s its over”
29. “I feel lucky like a four leaf clover”
30. “How are you so tall?”
31. “Not in that drawer!!”
32. “Dont touch that”
33. “Im always going to be here”
34. “Help me up asshole”
35. “Ill show you where my shoe fits!
36. "Dont tell me to shut up”
37. “Dont dare touch me.”
38. “Could you kindly get the fuck away from me for a moment!?”
39. “Country music is always the best”
40. “whatever she’s got”
41. “Dont you know how to clean?”
42. “Why so flirty all of a sudden?”
43. “Is that the best you can do?”
44. “Dont you dare throw that snowbal-OKAY THATS IT!”
45. “You’ll catch flies”
46. “Im a little drunk on you”
47. “I touched the butt…”
48. “Its too cold! Come back”
49. “No. im not letting you go. Its too early to get up”
50. “C'mere, you can sit in my lap till im done working”
51. “Im not going to stop poking you untill you give me some attention”
52. “Just pretend to be my date”
53. “I think im in love with you. And im absolutely terrified”
54. “Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day”
55. “Its not bad to cry. In fact i think it make a person stronger”
56. “I remember practicing asking you out in the mirrior..”
57. “Let’s just stay in bed”
58. “We live together, you can’t blame anyone else for this.”
59. “I want to try for a baby”
60. “I think i might be pregnant”
61. “Think about it. The little patter of children in out home”
62. “I want to marry you”
63. “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water”
64. “You lost your chance.”
65. “Dont look at me like that”
66. “Pack your shit and go. Get out of my sight.”
67. “I dont want to live in a broken home.”
68. “I cant do this anymore. Not with you.”
69. “I tried to move on but no body is you.”
70. “Please take me back.”
71. “Maybe im meant to be alone.”
72. “I fell like everyone has forgotten me. Like i dont exist.”
73. “Ive been alone for so long…”
74. “I can’t Belive you’d do this to me.”
75. “What about me!? Did you ever think of that?!”
76. “Did you think i wouldn’t find out?”
77. “Im going to skip the "how?” And “why?” And go straight to your cleaning this up.“
78. "Its 11:00pm, why are you making cupcakes?”
79. “Aphroadite ain’t got nothing on your beauty. Trust me”
80. “Sorry im rambling” “it’s okay. I like hearing you talk”
81. “You were supposed to be my forever”
82. “Pfft. the stars have nothing on your eye’s, doll”
83. “Im mad at you because i love you.”
84. “I cane to this city to ment my broken heart. Never imagined i would find you to help me piece it back together”
85. “Is that a turtle?”
86. “The heater broke and im freezing, can i sleep with you?”
87. “I hear cuddling helps you sleep better, wanna try it out?”
88. “I know how to settle this. DANCE OFF!!”
89. “Will you stope stroking my hair and whispering ‘my precious’?”
90. “Are you eating a jar of nuttella in one sitting?” “I have problems. Leave me be”
91. “If you insist”
92. “Thank you kind sir” “your welcome m'lady”
93. “I think you two should get married”
94. “ are you from Starbucks cause i like you a latte”
95. “Seriously?”
96. “I hate you.”
97. “Stop being cheesy.”
98. “I’ll slap you.”
99. “Since when did you cook?”
100. “You know what! I love you. I fucking love you okay!?”
101. “Could you help me”
102. “Fuck off.”
103. “You lied.”
104. “You think that im going to fogive you after all you put me through?”
105. “You broke what?!”
106. “Im sorry run that by me again”
107. “Its not nearly as bad as it looks, Darling”
108. “Frankly i couldn’t care less.”
109. “I don’t know where she gets it from”
110. “Bring that pretty little butt over here”
111. “We have to pretend to be married”
112. “Why are you dressed like that?”
113. “At what point did you think tbis was a good idea?!”
114. “Let me love you old school”
115. “You had me at 'free pizza”
116. “Why are you always pushing me away?”
117. “How did you even get that up there?!”
118. “You’re evil”
119. “The sign said not to push the button, so naturally i had to push it”
120. “That came out wrong”
121. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”
122. “I just came to dance”
123. “You know my name?!”
124. “Oh, you beautiful weirdo”
125. “How bout dat!”
126. “Ive never felt this way about anyone before…and it scares the crap out of me”
127. “None of this makes sense”
128. “You have a wicked sense of humor”
129. “I won’t let you fall.”
130. “Do you remember me? We were only 15”
131. “Your voice is like a melody, i could listen to you all day”
132. “Im your’s”
133. “Im only human!”
134. “Must be love on the brain”
135. “What do you want from me?!”
136. “Don’t mind if i do”
137. “Shut up and kiss me”
138. “Dork”
139. “Asshole”
140. “Ah, but i am cute”
141. “You will forever remember this as the day you nearly caught captain jack sparrow.”
142. “You did all this for me?!”
143. “What ate you afraid of?”
144. “What the hell was that?”
145. “Well the powers out”
146. “What now”
146. “Well. This sucks.”
147. “Awkward”
148. “May i have this dance?”
149. “Hand’s and eye’s off mate.”
150. “She’s mine.”
151. “Don’t freak out….but i think we got married last night.”
152. “Somebody is in love”
153. “You what?!”
154. “Did i stutter?!!”
155. “Fuck you.” “Please do.”
156. “I can’t wait to grow old with you”
157. “Why are you covered in mud?”
158. “You take one more step towards me and i will knock you on your ass.”
159. “Let him go. It’s me you want”
160. “Dont deny it.”
161. “Okay. This is seriously creeping me out”
162. “We have to find a way to make this work.”
163. “Is that…my picture in your wallet/ home screen?”
164. “If he asked. I’d be his”
165. “Come over here and make me.”
166. “Wanna bet?!”
167. “Pfft. Hold my beer.”
168. “Do you….well….i mean…i could give you a massage?”
169. “Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?”
170. “Kiss me.”
171. “Marry me?”
172. “Im pregnant.”
173. “I wish i could hate you.”
174. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
174. “Please…dont do this…”
176. “I love you….”
177. “Is it really you?!”
178. “I’ve missed you”
179. “Boo.”
180. “Have you seen th- oh…”
181. “Shit.”
182. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go and get ice-cream?!”
183. “Our first date is a picnic on a beach under the stars? Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?”
184. “The only thing i want is you.”
185. “Are you ticklish?”
186. “PILLOW FIGHT!!!”
187. “Fight me”
188. “I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.”
189. “I need you to pretend we’re dating…”
190. “Im not leaving you.”
191. “Please…let me go.”
192. “You weren’t even going to say goodbye. Were you?”
193. “Im hopelessly in love with you.”
194. “I bet i can make you scream my name”
195. “Pervert!”
196. “Childish. Thats all you are.”
197. “I love you a lot. But stop trying to cook me dinner. You suck”
198. “If you shove cake in my face. This will be the worst wedding night of your life.”
199. “I bet its a girl/boy”
200. “IF YOU USE ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM BANISHING YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH”
201. “Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort. Not me”
202. “Your dad is really excited to see you soon…its driving me crazy”
203. “I think we should have another”
204. “Are you drunk?”
205. “Im flirting with you”
206. “I had to see you again”
207. “Our baby is the cutest”
208. “I cant wait to meet you”

Pretty Flowers Are Made For Blooming ~ Part 1

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Original Female Character (sister Winchester)

Additional Tags for this part: Teenage Drama, Wincest - Freeform, Teen Dean Winchester, Fluff and Angst, Pining, First Kiss, First Love,Young Winchesters, Female Winchesters

Author’s Note: I took the original version of this story down so I could post the reworked version. Hope you all enjoy this new version. Thank you to my beta and cohort on this story’s progression, @helvonasche. She’s one helluva plotter and beta. Also, thank you to the gals on skype who listen to me grumble through plots, @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @when-the-day–met-the-night @trisscar368 @formidablepassion.

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Summary: The Winchester twins, Dean and Maggie, have enough on their plates with keeping track of Sam and learning to be hunters, but then they had to go and fall in love.

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anonymous asked:

Hey,could you please write a HC about what the RFA+V+Saeran would do for MC'S birthday? I looooove your writing,thanks a lot :)

sorry i took so long!! hope u enjoy!!!! AND TO ANYONE WHO’S BIRTHDAY IT IS (or even isn’t) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

Zen

-he makes a Day of it
-three bouquets throughout the day
-one is straight up just red roses
-the other two are a lovely bouquet of seasonal flowers depending on MC’s birth date and a bouquet of MC’s favorite flower(s)
-each bouquet has the same amount of flowers, all depending on how old MC is turning!! (though he caps it at 30….. bc he knows what’s good for his health and his wallet haha)
-tbh Zen has thought A LOT about this (and all the holidays etc, he’s wanted to do this kind of thing for his SO since before even meeting MC that first time in the chatroom……. like….. remember the Christmas DLC? yeah.. he wants this to be a very special occasion. he literally has fantasized about this)
-he takes MC out for breakfast at a local family diner and the staff sings “Happy Birthday”/variant birthday song and it emBARRASSES MC to no end
-y this hyun
-and they go out for a movie after breakfast, whatever one MC wants to see
-the movie theatre is mostly empty and it’s.. really nice…….
-Zen and MC wander around town, window shopping (maybe actually shopping), and do food cart foods for lunch!!
-he knows where all the best ones are and he’s so excited to show them to MC
-it’s so cute he’s so cute!!
-next up!!
-motorcycle ride!!!!
-he rly gets a kick out of MC clinging to him while they ride haha
-Zen takes MC to a place with a great view, possibly his spot in the mountains if there’s time
-they manage to stop on the way home to watch the sunset
-it’s beautiful
-selfies r taken and subsequently posted to the chatroom
-Zen gets out some light snacks when they finally get home, and sets about making dinner (it’s curry, that’s his best dish)
-he planned this whole day out
-for MC
-and has just…… been v affectionate all day, physically and vocally
-he loves them
-so, so much
-more than he can truly express
-and he’s so glad that he gets to spend their birthday with them
-even if the day hadn’t gone to plan… he would have been happy just being near MC

Yoosung

-yo listen……. Yoosung throws a party. he invites the RFA..
-but like. okay.
-it’s not just like….. a party at home
-nah
-Yoosung springs for a party at a bowling alley with an arcade and open bar
-things get drinky
-Yoosung gets drinky
-he’s been so nervous about this all day he just wants to impress and please MC omg so precious fuck
-this boy can’t do shots though
-so he’s had like two cocktails in the last 20 minutes he is tipsy
-like….. cocktails have a p high alcohol content, my children……. but u can hardly taste it
-Yoosung wants to down these like juice, ‘cause that’s what it tastes like “MC just lemme have one more please i promise im not even drunk MC”
-“yoosung pls.”
-he’s so clingy…. just wants to hold MC forever, even just their hand!!
-and if MC isn’t in his immediate vicinity he is hanging off of one of the others (usually Zen)
-there is definitely. 4 sure.
-drunk bowling
-Jumin Han, not nearly as tipsy as anyone else, requires gutter shields
-Zen will neeeever let him live that down
-Jaehee wins every round she plays
-she brought her own bowling ball
-after a couple games the group splits up and Yoosung, MC, and Seven go to the arcade, which is on its own floor of the building
-there are plans to regroup back downstairs for junk food and cake later
-but first.. arcade!!!
-Seven heads straight for the racing games
-while Yoosung and MC take their time wandering around trying different things while Yoosung is sobering back up
-they play giant Connect Four
-and a couple crane games
-there’s a giant Fruit Ninja (Yoosung gets the new high score)
-they get into one of the two player booth games and it’s a horror/suspense game
-Yoosung is terrified.. and clingy
-MC is maybe not……. as scared.. haha
-Seven takes video
-there’s a lot of screaming (some of it is Seven actually….)
-all three go play skeeball together
-they’ve been racking up tickets this whole time
-maybe not enough for anything rly fancy like the PS4?????? that’s on display???
-but….. Yoosung and MC pool their tickets and manage to get a dragon plushie (it’s beautiful, like opal colors and ice blue horns and shit)
-they use the leftover tickets on candy
-they name the dragon
-it’s their child now
-they introduce the dragon plush to everybody back downstairs as such
-“This is our child, Iseul, and we love them dearly.”
-“they’re scaly and breathe fire, but they’re beautiful and we love them. Our lovely Iseul~”
-“I thought we agreed on ice powers??”
-“fire is classic, tho!!”
-“…….u have a point..”
-“oh!! oh!!! both???”
-“both!!!”

Jaehee

-they take a couple days off and go to the beach together
-the hotel has an indoor pool and hot tub
-so there can be swimming and chilling in the water no matter the time of year MC’s birthday is!!
-they go out early in the morning at low tide to comb the beach for shells
-so many sand dollars!!!
-they saw some rly big starfish in the tide pools it was awesome!!!!
-since they’re staying in a lil touristy beach town they have breakfast in a local café
-one that’s got like lace curtains and all the tables are only big enough for two people
-a cutesy cozy place!!
-after breakfast MC gets a FaceTime call from Zen and he sings them Happy Birthday what a dork
-MC and Jaehee are crying wth y is he so sweet???
-Zen is flustered at the crying and promises to do this same thing for Jaehee for her birthday too!!
-more crying
-Zen is freaking out whY ARE U CRYING PLS DONT IM SORRY IM SOR—
-aaaaand he accidentally hung up
-cue both MC and Jaehee receiving frantic apology texts from Zen
-they don’t reply fast enough??
-Zen has already promised VIP tickets to his next show to apologize for making his two biggest fans cry
-omg zen calm down they were happy tears
-aaanyway MC and Jaehee do a bunch of wandering around the kitschy tourist shops and spots
-holding hands and occasionally smooching
-they take a bunch of photos and selfies to document the trip
-they go to the local seafood restaurant for dinner and take a slice of cake each back to the hotel for dessert
-Jaehee and MC enjoy some quiet time in the hotel together, snuggled up on the bed reading separate books
-and then they start getting handsy
-it’s kind of become a competition
-how high up the thigh before u react type of chicken
-except they both win bc…… it leads to sexy fun times??
-anyway it is a good time!!! at the beach!!!!
-HAPPY BIRTHDAY MC

Jumin

-he promises that they’ll do whatever MC wants to do for their birthday (within reason)
-they choose an amusement park date
-Jumin does some research and ends up flying the two of them to Disneyland
-in France
-JUMIN HAN WTF
-I mean……. they def discussed this trip before it happened but like..
-jumin is kind of extra i love him
-he wears a suit the first day in Didneylan
-MC is not surprised, but also…… “Jumin we’re getting u comfy clothes for this”
-he gets
-jeans!!
-and a couple Disney shirts bc they’re everywhere
-he and MC get matching shirts
-it’s too cute
-Jumin tries to take selfies but they are all blurry af
-he keeps them and posts them to the chatroom anyway
-MC thinks it’s rly precious and takes much better selfies (but only posts the shitty ones, partly for solidarity but also bc Jumin thinks it’s funny too)
-also Jumin calls Yoosung every day bc he is pet- and penthouse-sitting for them
-FaceTime with Elizabeth the 3rd
-she cries over the phone
-she recognizes her humans omg
-oh my god Jumin takes MC to a fancy restaurant while they’re both still wearing their Disneyland clothes
-they almost get turned away from their own reservation because the place has a dress code
-but MC’s partner is Jumin Han
-they get in
-surrounded by other people all in their fanciest dinner clothes, Jumin Han is wearing a Mickey Mouse ears hat(“a classic! a tradition, even!!” MC had insisted), a shirt with the Aristocats on it, jeans, and sneakers, and MC is dressed p similarly as they eat
-it’s beautiful
-MC takes photos and videos for the chatroom this is the best goddamn thing Happy Birthday to Me
-Jumin is glad that MC is enjoying their birthday trip so much

Seven

-it starts at midnight
-tHIS
-MOTHERFUCKER
-POUNCES ON MC AT MIDNIGHT
-“MC!! MC!!! It’s ur birthday!!!!!! Happy birthday!!!”
-“I WAS ASLEEP U ASS
-Seven is shoved onto the floor
-no mercy
-he’s laughing tho
-and pouting and whining playfully
-“but it’s your birfday and i luv u”
-MC leans over the side of the bed to squint at him
-“love me in the morning when im a human again”
-MC bundles back up in the blankets, they become a blankety burrito
-dramatic GASP from Seven
-“my SO is an alien” v soft tone, full of wonder
-he crawls back into the bed and flops onto and embraces the burrito MC (“ugh, be gentle, Saeyoung omg” “aaaaa sorry sorry I’ll be gentle I promise! im the gentlest boy!!”)
-“the love of my life lived among the stars….. in a SPACESHIP!!”
-“pls sleep Saeyoung…….”
-but he just keeps going and it’s less MC Is An Alien, and more….
-“MC did u know? that statistically you r a miracle?”
-MC turns their head “…..yeah?”
-Seven’s eyes are wide and earnest and his tone has gone from jokingly in awe to genuinely so
-“yeah!!” he snuggles up nice n close “like,, even just genetically ,, , you exist because certain events led your parents to each other and if any one little thing had gone differently….. you wouldn’t be here.. and it’s the same for them! Their parents and their parents’ parents!!
-“the chances of you being here in this moment are so astronomically low!! but ur here!!! u exist here and now and I–”
-he stops for a moment, just.. overwhelmed with his feelings
-“and im so glad that you exist, MC”
-he sounds out of breath like the thought knocked it out of him
-“im so so glad you’re here.. i love you”
-he presses his forehead to the space between MC’s neck and shoulder, nose pressed against their skin
-his nose might be a lil cold
-but his breath is warm
-“happy birthday, MC”


Saeran

-he does not want to go out
-he’d rather stay in to celebrate
-but
-okay. three words
-ice cream cake
-the goal here for Saeran is to get one
-to just… experience it
-but also for MC’s birthday
-there’s a conversation that goes something like:
-“MC, can we just stay in? nothin fancy?”
-and MC shrugs “sure. that actually sounds p nice……. although…….”
-Saeran is suspicious “although what?”
-“I kind of want…… ice cream cake?”
-and just. he stops
-he stops???
-“that’s a thing?????”
-MC goes for a dramatic look and answer
-“that is a thing
-“y didn’t I know about this what the hell yOURE GETTING ICE CREAM CAKE FOR UR BIRTHDAY MC”
-and he is on his way OUT THE DOOR
-MC shouting after him “U CANT FOOL ME SAERAN!!!! I KNOW U WANT THE CAKE FOR YOU!!!!”
-and i mean
-he’s not gonna deny it
-he is gone for three hours
-comes back home with two ice cream cakes bc he couldn’t decide between the funfetti one or the chocolate one
-MC is a lil exasperated, but indulgent bc hey ice cream cake for days!!
-as long as they moderate themselves
-they otherwise stay in and Saeran surprises MC with a lil necklace with a skull charm and a heart charm
-Saeran with a shrug about the charms: “the skull is me and heart is you”
-“r u sure tho”
-“shut up MC”
-a blushing Saeran……… what nice gift

V

-they start with a lazy morning in bed
-cuddling
-sloppy kisses
-soft touches and messy hair
-intermittently falling back to sleep
-eventually they get out of bed and get ready for the rest of the day
-breakfast at noon
-pancakes and eggs and bacon and sausage and warm flaky biscuits and coffee
-after breakfast V presents MC with what appears to be a scrapbook
-he kisses the side of their head with a happy little “happy birthday, sweetheart” while handing the gift over
-it IS a scrapbook
-it’s full of photos starting from MC’s first time working with the RFA on the party, and over the next few years up until this point
-it’s……. a journey through their life together
-their friendship, their love, their relationships with their friends
-there are notes scrawled all over every page in every free space between photos
-notes from their friends
-little stories giving context to the photos
-a few little doodles and well-wishes
-it honestly makes MC tear up
-it just….. feels so warm

Monsta X reaction to you being scared of a spider on the bed

I assumed they are all sleeping so here goes!


SHOWNU:

“Kill it, Shownu!” You cry loudly, moving to his side desperately. 

“Hmm…” He mumbles, as he sits up, bringing you along. You cling on his arm, watching him grabbing your pillow.

“Don’t use my pillow –”

He swing your pillow, making the spider fly off somewhere. Your eyes widen, snuggling your head on his chest. 

“It’s still in the room!”

“Just… hug me to sleep and you’ll be okay” He mumbles, tightening your hug with his arms as he lay you both on the bed.


WONHO:

“Why are you crying?” 

“Yah, why are you crying?” He wakes up from his sleep immediately, as he wipes your tears.

“There’s a spider” You crawl onto him more, as you see the spider coming near you. 

“Wonho, it’s coming to us, it’s going to kill us!” You scream more, sliding to his side, pulling him near you.

His expression changes to a smirk as you still struggle to make him kill the spider.

“You’re really cute when you’re scared” 

“Wonho, now is not the time!!”


MINHYUK:

“What?”

“I said there’s a spider” You groan, after repeating it thousand times to Minhyuk.

“Hippo?” He says, still half-asleep.

“Oh my God, Lee Minhyuk, I said it’s a spider –”

“It’s just a dream, there’s no way a hippo could be in our room” 


KIHYUN:

“Stop screaming!”

“I’ll stop screaming when you deal with that spider!” You shout back at Kihyun, squeezing him to his side of the bed.

“Keep screaming then”


HYUNGWON:

“Kill it, please” 

He sits up, half-asleep, as he takes a book nearby. 

“Damn spider ruining my sleep, this is what you get for doing that –” You hear him mutter more words under his breath, before you see him squish the spider.

“Now go back to sleep” He lay back on the bed, bringing you with him.


JOOHEON:

“Spider!”

“Spider?” He repeats you, while you hug him more before you hear him scream loudly.

“We need to burn this damn house!!!” He drags you out quickly, still screaming.


I.M:

“I want to get out of here, please!” You shake his body, trying to wake him up. His eyes open, and his head nods.

“Don’t forget to close the door”

Perfect Braid

Fandom: The Hobbit
Characters: Thorin, Fili, Kili,
Relationship: Thorin/reader
Request: I notices you didn’t have any Thorin ones so could you do one where the reader braids his hair without knowing what it means to dwarfs?
You sat on a log with your legs cross as the company settled down for the night. You could already hear Bofur humming away as Dori mothered his siblings. Soon enough, everyone had settled in and most were asleep. You were the younger sister of Bilbo and had come with him when he joined the company. Now, you were on watch. There was a faint laugh from Fili and Kili making your eyes dart up to them to find their eyes on you.
“[y/n].” Kili all but sang as the walked quickly over to you, sitting either side, wedging you in. Both fear and concert washed over you as you looked at the young princes. They only ever acted like this when they had a plan.
“What do you want?” You ask, cautiously, looked between them quickly to make sure they didn’t have anything in their hands.
“Well, as we are sure you can see, Thorins hair is a mess.” Kili nodded to his uncle to was sitting on a rock, sharpening his sword.
“Yes, I can see that. However, I fail to see how this involves me.” You raise an eyebrow at Kili when Fili jumps in.
“Yes, but you are a woman.” Fili informs you while Kili nods energetically.
“Wow, your just noticing that now?” You say, your voice filled with sarcasm as you laughed, throwing your head back. You didn’t see Thorin glance up at you from his sword, his eyes lighting up for a moment before going back to his task before you could see.
“We know that. But dwarven culture says that only a woman can braid a dwarfs hair unless they are kin or themselves.” Kili informs you, a grin on his face as you slowly realise what he means. He wanted you to go and braid Thorins hair. In truth, you liked Thorin, more than you would ever admit to his nephews. You and him would sit under the moon in a comfortable silence at nights. It would seem he had grown rather fond of you by anyone’s standards. You had even overheard Balin speaking to Dwalin one night, saying it was good for Thorin.
“You’re his next of kin. Why don’t you braid it?” You turn to Kili who shakes his head.
“Uncle wont let us near his hair. Besides, you do such nice braids.” Kili reaches out and pull the long braid you had in your hair.
You had started to braid your hair the more time you spent with the dwarfs. One because it kept your long and messy hair out of your face and two, because you wanted to show your respect for their culture.
Your eyes fall on Thorin again and you sighed.
“Fine, but I’ll do it later, once he doesn’t have a sword he can stab me with if I offend him.” You could feel them bouncing with excited.
A hour passed and Kili and Fili went to their rolls along with everyone else. Thorin was staring off into the forest, his sword now laying on the floor. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you got to your feet and hopped across the sleeping forms over to Thorin. He heard you coming and turned to give you a small and rare smile as you sat daintily next to him before turning back to the forest.
“Thorin?” You ask, your voice hushed as to not wake the others. He hummed in response and turned to face you.
“Would you mind if I braided your hair for you?” You ask, seeing his eyes widen for a moment. He seemed shocked by your question as his eyes searched yours for something. He then glanced around the camp to make sure everyone was asleep then back to you.
“Do you really want to, [y/n]?” His low, baritone voice sent a shiver down your spine every time he said your name. You nodded, trying to be polite about this.
Thorin turned slightly as you pushed yourself back on the rock so you were behind him.
It didn’t take you long to gently fish out all the leafs, then took out the dishevelled braids and kept the beads to then section it all out. You enjoyed the task. Despite the long journeys, his hair was surprisingly soft and the feeling of his running through your fingers made you smile.
You remembered how he had worn it when he first came to Bilbos home so you set about braiding it as close to that as possible. You moved around to his side to do the right section when you saw his eyes were closed. As you worked, you took this small moment to appreciate how handsome he was.
Moving to the other side, you mirrored your braid.
When you were done, you placed your hand on his right cheek to turn him to face you. His eyes opened at your actions and you took a braid in each hand to make sure they were the same lengh and thickness. Thorin was staring at you, his mouth slightly open as you did this, making a dark blush spread across your cheek.
“I think your done.” You smile, meeting his eyes and dropping your hands to your lap. What happened next took you by surprise.
Thorin leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. His surprisingly soft lips moved against your lips in such a way that you couldn’t resist kissing his back. The second you did, his hands found your waist and pulled you close to him as you settled your hands on his chest.
Pulling away for air, you look at him with a mixture of curiosity and love.
“Wh-what was that?” You whisper airily as you try to catch your breath. Thorin smiled at you.
“I believe its called a kiss.” He chucked lowly. You loved the sound of his chucked, which were like his smile, few and far between.
“No, I mean why?” You could see a spark of fear in Thorins eyes as you stares at you.
“Do, do you not know what that means in our culture?” Hearing the worry lased in his voice, you realise what had happened.
“Fili and Kili just said that only a woman can braid hair unless its their kin. And they said you wouldn’t let them do it.” You glance at their sleeping forms but your attention is quickly snapped back as Thorins hands let go of you and he moves away. You stare at him, but something was different. He had put the wall back up. In that small turn away from you, you felt like when you first stepped out on the journey. Thorin acted as though he hated you.
“I apologies if I offended you. I just thought-“ You tried to explain yourself when Thorin turned back, pure anger in his eyes.
“You thought wrong.” He snapped, making you flinch.
Not knowing what to do, you slid down the rock and walked over to your bed next to Bilbo, tears stinging your eyes as you tried to hold back your sobs. Lying down, you pull your covers over your head so if you did ever manage to fall asleep, Bilbo wouldn’t see you had been crying.
———–time skip——————-
It had been a couple of days since Thorin had kissed you and everything seemed to have changed. Not in the company, everyone still treated you the same so you assumed that they didn’t know. It was Thorin. He acted cold and distant towards you, never looking in your eye or even in your direction. He had pulled out the braids you had done for him by the morning, which for some reason felt like a stab in the heart to you.
Most noticeably was the way Fili and Kili acted now. They weren’t aloud near you, not even to tell you if food was ready. You saw Filis apologetic looks to which you smiled at him. It wasn’t their fault. Well, maybe it was, maybe they told you something different, but their kids.
Tonight, everyone was settling into their bed. Bilbo was already out but you were lying awake. Fili was on watch so you glance up to see Thorin talking to him before walking off into the forest. You took this moment to crawl out of you covers and tiptoe over to Fili.
“Hi.” You whispered, seeing Fili jump made you smile as he turned and beamed at you.
“Im so sorry, [y/n]. I don’t know why hes being like this.” Fili nodded in the direction that Thorin had gone. You shook your head.
“Don’t worry about it. But im going to try and talk to him the now.” You look and saw the fear in Fili eyes, but you smiled reassuringly before following Thorin.
You found him in a small clearing only a minute from the camp. He was staring up at the sky, his eyes closed. You stepped into the clearing with him, stepping on to a twig which caused him to jump and his eyes to fall on you. You smiled at him shyly. But he frowned at you, so you sighed.
“Look, I don’t know what I did wrong but im sorry.” You step forward, holding out your hand to touch his shoulder he pulled away, not even looking at you. Tears welled in your eyes as you saw the man you loved pulling away from you.
“Will you at least tell me what I did wrong?” Your voice cracked as you tried to look Thorin in the eyes, but he once again, turned away. You saw him clasp his hands behind his back and you let out a shaky sigh. Stepping forward, you press something into his palm and pull away quickly. He jumps and turns to you, his anger obvious. Everything inside you broke as days of pended up sorrow and hurt began to take over. Tears pour down your cheeks as you back away from him.
“I said I was sorry, okay? Im sorry. Im sorry I braided your hair. Im sorry I kissed you back. Im sorry I don’t know why it was wrong. Im sorry I love you. Im sorry I ever came on this trip. Im sorry!” You covered your face with your palms and fall to your knees, your body shaking as you sob uncontrollably. Thorin watched you in shock, then remembered that you placed something in his hand. He brings his palm out and opens it to reveal a small, wooden bead. Etched onto it was “The Company of Thorin Oakensheild”. He also saw 16 lines along the bottom.
He knew Bifur had been teaching you how to carve and that you had been busying yourself the last could of day, but he didn’t realise it was on something so beautiful,
Suddenly, you felt a pair of arm wrapping around you, a hand rubbing your back as you smelt Thorins scent. Freezing, you glance through your finger to see he was crouched in front of you.
Pulling away from him, you staggered to your feet, suddenly feeling angry as his eyes widened at you.
“I don’t want your pity.” Your words were sharp as you glared at him.
You didn’t understand. You didn’t understand what you did wrong. You didn’t understand why he kissed and you didn’t understand why he pushed you away.
“[y/n].” He sighed, sorrow in his eyes as he stood. “Im the one who should be apologising to you. In my culture, it isn’t just any woman who can braid a dwarfs hair. Its their one.” He stared you straight in the eye as spoke. You allowed your anger to fade as Thorin, for the first time in days, talks to you. He was still kneeling at the spot where you had been, so you step back and kneel in front of him, your skirt flaring out around you.
“Whats a one?” You ask gently, playing with the edge of your skirt to try and avoid eye contact.
“It’s the same as a sole mate. It the dwarf that completely understands you and you understand them. It’s a dwarf that you love unconditionally and they return it.” Thorins voice was calm as he answered your question. You didn’t look him in the eyes the entire time as you heard him say ‘dwarf’, making you want to run away from here, from him.
It was so stupid and you knew it. He was a dwarves king and you were a simple hobbit. You had grown up surrounded by second breakfasts and book. Thorin had grown up in grand feasts, surrounded by gems beyond your wildest dreams. He knew a pain and fear you could never understand. And yet, there was something between you both. You felt differently about him than any one else.
Thorin was looking at you, watching you carefully as you nod to show you had heard him.
You needed to leave before fresh tears spilled over your cheeks. You push yourself up off the ground and use your hands to brush the leafs off your skirt and smiling at Thorin sadly before turning and starting to walk away.
“But, recently, I think my one is a hobbit.” Thorins words made you freeze on the spot. You heard him get to his feet and walk up behind you. Turning, your eyes meet his piercing blue eye. Your mouth went dry.
“Why did you get so angry with me?” You see a flash of pain in his eyes when your voice breaks and he sees the tears in your eyes.
“I wasn’t angry with you. I was angry with myself. I should have known you would not understand my culture. I should not have assumed you felt the same.” His eyes dropped from yours to roll the small bead in his hand, smiling at your handiwork.
“So, whats the courting traditions in your culture?” You ask, your heart leaping as you step *close to him, his eyes coming up to meet yours. Looking deep into them, you saw something you had never seen in his eyes before. Normally you were met with sorrow, hurt, passion or anger. But now you saw hope.
“Tradition is for the couple to wear a courting braid in their hair, normally fashioned with a bead of their heritage.” Thorin informs you.
You reach forward and take the bead from his hand and rolling it between your fingers, a small smile tugging at the edge of your lips.
“So, say one does not have a bead to represent their heritage, would one fashioned by themselves suite?” You look at Thorin through your eye lashes, seeing him staring intently at you.
“It would.” His voice was low, sounding gruff and yet soft at the same time.
“Thorin?” Keeping your voice low, running your free hand through your hair and looking away, biting your lip. Thorin hummed in response.
“Would you braid my hair?” You pull most of your wild hair to fall over your shoulder, as if to show him what you meant.
“It would be my pleasure.” Thorin smiled widely at you, taking your hand and leading you over to the centre of the clearing and pushing you to kneel.
He set to work, running his fingers through your hair as you allowed your eyes to fall shut. It felt so nice that you allowed a content hum to escape your lips.
You could already tell he was working a complicated braid into your hair and as time went on, you felt him finishing. Reaching back, you felt a long braid that was slightly pushed to your right so you could pull it over your shoulder and look at it properly. It seemed he had braided 4 sections then brought them together in one beautiful braid. You did notice there was a loose, thin section of hair that he hadn’t done, so you held it up to him, looking at him quizzically. He chuckled deeply at your expression and took the strands of hair, braiding them before your eyes. You were slightly amazed at how his hard and callous hands could be so delicate. He hadn’t tugged or pulled at your hair once. Not even you could avoid that.
He held the new braid in one hand and reached into his pocket and pulled out a bead. You instantly recognised the bead was bearing his family symbol. He clipped it onto the braid, making you smile widely as you admired the braid.
Thorin reached up and cups your hands in his, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours. For a moment, as you sat in the clearing, everything seemed perfect, just like the braid.

My boys - Jason Todd x Reader (Day 9)

Prompt: “Could you do a image where Jason asks his s/o’s son if he could marry his mother for Christmas? And the little son kinda sits there all sad because Jason didn’t ask if he could be his official dad. Which results in a disastrous Christmas Eve meal with the son in tears and Jason learns he is completely unprepared to be a father to the boy and the s/o just ends up crying because her boys are her whole world and things work out in the end.”

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I’ve never really written angst and im hella nervous rn so please tell me how I do or give me tips if I can fix anything! Thank you!!

 Jason never thought he wanted to have a family. He was never one to want a partner and kids and a white picket fence. He thought this about himself up until he met you.

 You had come into his life about two years ago and he had fallen in love with you pretty much instantly. Your attitude and appearance was so beautiful to Jason that he couldn’t help but fall deeply for you.

 You had told Jason about your son on the first date but Jason didn’t actually meet Alfie until about two months into the both of you dating. Jason remembers not getting any sleep the night before he knew he was going to meet Alfie and his worried phone call to you at 4am. Jason also remembers not going on patrol the night before because he didn’t want to scare your son with bruises on his face and blood on his knuckles. Jason had never felt nerves like that before in his life. Well, until now.

 Jason was currently sitting on the sofa in your shared apartment with Alfie while you were doing the grocery shopping. He wasn’t sure how he was going to approach this situation when Alfie crawled onto his lap and asked him to fix his play truck. Jason, of course, obliged. This is the perfect opportunity, Jason thought.

 “Hey, Alf?” Jason asked, cautiously, while playing with the toy truck in his hand.

 “Yes, Jason?” he said with his tongue getting caught on the s’s with his slight six-year-old lisp.

 “How would you feel if I, um, asked you mom to marry me?” Jason asked with as much hope in his voice as he could muster. Jason felt his heart drop when Alfie went silent and looked up at him. “You know, if you don’t want me too I won’t!”

 “No, it’s okay.” Alfie said. Jason didn’t know what to do when he saw Alfie begin to pout.

 “Hey, baby! Do you want to see the ring? It’s so cool and shiny! I think you’ll love it.” Jason said while putting his hand in his hoodie pocket to pull out the ring. His hand came to an abrupt stop, however, when Alfie shook his head and jumped off his lap and ran into his bedroom. Jason quickly got up to follow him but stopped when he heard you open the door.

 “Hey, boys!” you called out. “Where are y- oh hey jay! Where’s Alfie?”

 “Shit.” Jason mumbled under his breathe. “Hey, babe. Oh, he’s just in his room. I accidently broke his new truck and I think he’s huffing with me.”

 “Aw, don’t worry about it babe, I’ll go talk to him now and he’ll be fine.”

 “No!” Jason said way too quickly. “I mean, it’s just that maybe we should leave him until he’s ready. You know, since it is my fault.”

 “Okay,” you said while suspiciously looking at Jason. “He’ll be getting a shitload of new trucks tomorrow morning anyway, Jason, so don’t worry about it.” You reassured. “I brought dinner in now anyway so could you just go get Alf please?”

 “Uh, yeah, sure.” Jason had absolutely no clue what he was going to do. He was planning to ask you to marry him in about 10 minutes but know he’s screwed. “Um Alf, dinner’s rea-“ Jason looked down at the ground to see his four year old step son run out the door leaving Jason in a pained and confused state at the door of the rocket themed room. 

 When Jason returned to the kitchen he saw Alfie hanging around your body crying with you trying to calm him.

 “Jason, what the hell did you do?” you said in a hushed voice.

 Jason couldn’t form a sentence. He found his chest constricting at the fact that he was the one to cause his favourite little six-year-old boy to cry. This was when Jason started to really freak out. He was not ready to be a father to this boy. He couldn’t do him the justice that Alfie deserves.

 “J-Jason said that he was going to ask you to marry him.” Alfie hiccupped out.

 “Fuck.” Jason said. He had no clue how to stop this. It was like he was watching a car crash in front of his eyes with no way to stop it.

 “Why didn’t he ask me if he could be my daddy then? Does he not love me too?” That’s when Jason’s heart breaks. The little boy’s sobs were racking through his body all because of Jason. Jason looked at you for help but you were crying nearly as much as your son. This is not what Jason planned tonight to be like.

 “Of course I love you! I love you with all my heart. The both of you mean the entire world to me.” Jason was now standing with his arms wrapped around your body and Alfie tucked in the middle of the both of you.

 “R-really?” Alfie said. Jason vigorously nodded his head and kissed both of your son’s cheeks. Alfie then returned the favour by wrapping his arms around Jason’s neck and jumping across into his arms. “SO, can I call you daddy?” Jason’s heart warmed at the boys’ question.

 Jason looked at you for approval and you smiled warmly at him and nodded your head. “Of course you can, baby.” Jason grinned with tears in his eyes.

 Not long after this Jason was putting your fast asleep son into bed. You and Jason hadn’t actually exchanged words yet but there was a silent conversation between the both of you.

 When Jason returned to the room he just sat quietly beside you and you rested your head on his shoulder.

 “Yes.” You said.

 “What?” Jason asked while looking down at you.

 “I mean if you still want to ask me that question then, yes.”

 Jason smiled with so much love in his eyes that you would think he was a different person. “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

 “I love you too, baby.” You looked over to the clock and saw it change to midnight. “Hey! Merry Christmas, Jaybird!”

 “Merry Christmas, babe.” Jason grinned and slid the ring onto your finger.

Please tell me what you though because I’m really nervous about this one and if you have any tips I’d love to hear them.“

Fools Part 3

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Jungkook x reader.

Warning: Abuse (from father, even if you have the nicest father in the world just pretend you have a terrible one. And for those who are going through actual abuse. I am dearly sorry fro using it in this story. I hope you find a way out of your hell.) Strong language, Sad, love, possibly some smut (in the future)

How to read the story:

(Y/n) = your name.

(btw I would recommend listening to Namjoon and Jungkook’s version of Fools before reading. On my watt pad page ill post the media and I’ll try and do the same for my Tumblr blog? Yeah, anyway this will be a multi part. Love you guys!)

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could I please ask for Hanamiya adjusting to domestic life with his s/o, perhaps with a baby on the way too? Thank you! (iF YOUR ASK ISNT OPEN IM SO SORRY PLEASE IGNORE ME)

Aaaaah, this is gonna be so good to write, Anon, I love this one! (MY ASK IS OPEN PLEASE SEND MORE!) Here goes an awkward Hanamiya! (〃^ω^)ノ I took more time on this one, since while Murasakibara is my favourite KNB character, I love writing for Hanamiya the most, so I enjoyed this a lot and it ended up being the longest story on this blog yet. Teru can’t be tamed.(。・ω・。) Heads up that there is a lot of swearing!

It was nearly driving him mad.

It wasn’t like Hanamiya had never shared his living space with anyone - obviously, he used to live with his family most of his life. However, after he moved out on his own when he had started university at the age of 18, he got completely used to being nearly always alone in his flat - because rule number 1 was: no one except him and his mother could ever walk inside over that threshold. No parties were ever hosted. No acquaintances were ever invited. No visitors. No studying together. 

And, above of all, no relationship shit was absolutely allowed in, one night stand or not.

So how he, at 27, ended up in this situation was beyond his comprehension.

… well, no, not quite.

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