it's almost 3am and i need to get up in a few hours

Whiskey and Rose Perfume

Originally posted by aomgwithkids

Genre: Angst, fluff

Rating: PG

Characters: JayxYou

You were getting ready to go watch Jay perform at a club here in Hongdae. It had been awhile since he’d performed locally and you were as giddy as a young child. You hadn’t seen him perform in so long that you’d almost forgotten how he sounded live, so you were in no way going to pass up this rare opportunity. Jay always figured you didn’t want to see him live while he was in town because you had never brought it up in conversation with him, but the truth is, you wanted to surprise him. It was a secret that you were going so you didn’t tell anyone that could possibly be able to tell Jay. You liked surprising him and he absolutely loved when you surprised him. It seemed to make him happy, so why not?

You put on something simple: just a plain black tee and a pair of faded blue jeans with a messy bun to go along and a pair of old gray boots. He thought you looked your most beautiful when you didn’t dress up anyway, and truth be told, you didn’t want a bunch of drunk, horny guys hitting on you and trying to get laid while you were there to see your boyfriend.

You hurriedly got ready putting on a light pink eye shadow, one layer of black mascara, and a soft lip balm. Considering you had a little time to kill before you had to leave, you contemplated posting a photo on twitter or Instagram but decided against it not wanting to risk getting caught trying to surprise him.

You slipped out the door of your’s and Jay’s apartment while trying to put your boots on, making sure the door clicked so you knew it was securely locked.

You were already shaking with nerves as you pulled up to the club, smiling broadly and shaking your head in your hands trying to hopefully calm the violently fluttering butterflies within your stomach. You gave your cash to the cab driver and stepped out of the car.

Walking into the club, you handed your ticket to the bouncer outside and stepped inside the already crowded room. Of course the first thing you did was make your way over to the bar to order a drink because you knew that your nerves would control you for the rest of the night if you didn’t. Jay had already started performing with some others from AOMG, which was intentional. You didn’t want him to see you before the show. You wanted to enjoy the show and not have him worry about you while he was working.

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{Peter and the Kittens}

{ A thing brought to you by my cat who never learned she is no longer a baby: }

Peter finding some abandoned kittens too young to be away from mom, he can’t leave those babies and takes them home to find they still need milk.
Think of Peter holding each squirming little squeaker and giving them tiny bottles of milk at all hours, being so overly worried when one of them falls over, carrying them everywhere in a blanket/babyholding thing and being so protecting over the fuzzy little jellybeans.

And they are Peters babies, not just anyone can touch his little preciouses. There are very few people he trusts enough to watch them at all.
(like when he goes to the bathroom for 0.03 seconds they still need to be watched) Kurt is one of them though, because Kurt absolutely loves them and Peter figures he might be ok since he’s part cat.
Whenever he is away from them at all he gets so nervous and anxious with a million bad scenarios happening to his babies he speeds back to check in seconds.

But Peter is the cutest little mama, he reads to the kittens, brushes them, pampers those little fluffers and its just so sweet you can’t help but aww and coo when you see him go past, and Peter’s had the biggest crush on you since he saw you but those kittens take all his attention, he hasn’t noticed you smitten stares until he looks up from feeding one kitten to see another wandering across the rug almost 3 feet away, he is so proud for getting that far BUT STAY WITH THE GROUP

And he sees a hand come down and gently tickle under the kittens chin making it mew and then someone crouch down, he’s ready to go full on Mom Mood on the one by his tiny child until he looks up a little, his face flushes red, his tongue is now tied so he can’t speak and he drops the milk bottle (earning protests from the hungry kit) when he sees its you petting the small kitten who is now trying to paw your fingers in battle then two more of the kittens see the new person and start wobbling your way (Peter almost feels offended when he notices)

You look up at him smiling “Hi Peter” well Peter, he can’t talk but stutters out a hi, only choking on his words twice.
 You ask if you could give it a try while gesturing to the other milk bottles next to his feet, he speedily nods and hands you one of the bottles and carefully sets an unfed baby in your palm.

After that Peter somehow always finds himself and his kittens around you, and when he has to do something you’re the one who gets to look after the kittens.
He even worries slightly less! now the kittens have 2 moms, and a kitty Kurt to raise them (you convince Peter its alright to let some of his friends pet the babies, they do need interaction with others. he is wary but doesn’t think its so bad with the little runt of the litter is trying to chew on Warren’s wing.)
(and tough guy Warren who ‘doesn’t like cats’ definitely had tears of joy in his eyes when one of the kittens climbed on his knee)

After feeding the kittens one time though, probably helping peter at 3am feeding, once the kittens are all finally fed all of them full bellied and tired are curled on you and Peter, only for you to look down and see Peter is also snuggled into your side snoring quietly while latched onto your arm, you smile and kiss his forehead lightly, careful not to wake him before dozing off yourself.

Peter starts to get a little worried when the kittens are growing up though, you only hung around him to help out with the babies right? why else would you…
while the kittens, at a teen like size now are playing with a pile of toys he ‘borrowed’ he gets lost in thought, he doesn’t want you to leave.
Maybe he can find more kittens somewhere? he doesn’t realize you sat down on the floor next to him until you laced your fingers with his watching your fuzzy children play you notice Peter isn’t at his normal happiness and get concerned asking him what’s wrong.
He’s sad and doesn’t put up much resistance before telling you “now that they’re big you’re going to stop coming by us, right?” you look at him confused, how could you ever do that? f

Figuring now is as good a chance as any and bundling your nerves you lean forward till your nose touches his, one hand touching his hair lightly and watching his eyes to make sure he isn’t bothered (very shocked right now but certainly not bothered by your closeness) “Y'know….I kind of helped raise them too, even though you’re their mommy of course. But I’m kind of a parent too, right?” Peter nods slowly “Well Peter, we certainly can’t break up a family now can we?” he shakes his head just the slightest without breaking eye contact, intently awaiting your every move.

Peter’s breath hitches when you tilt your head and slowly press your lips to his, when he hesitantly kisses back you smile. pulling back you wrap your arm around him “So Peter, you’re their mommy of course it’s your call.” you smile down at the kitty chewing on Peter’s shoelace “are we a family?” Peter swears he’s never smiled so much “Y-yeah! of course, I mean they can’t just lose their other parent right? they would be devastated and chew all ufo my socks again” he says, shooting the little brown cat a playful glare.
You pull Peter closer against you and kiss the top of his head, sighing contently with Peter’s head rested on your shoulder, both of you watching your fluffy kids.

Who knew some kittens would get Peter the love of his life and you the same?

missgrantscheerleader  asked:

Supercat canon divergence. Cat Grant barista Au. Please and spanx.

You and @reginalovesemma are in so much trouble. Again.

Originally posted by chopchopmissgrant

On AO3 if you prefer. 

Kara has idle daydreams about when she’ll hear from Cat. She envisions personalized stationery all the way from the Orient Express, or a knowing postcard from Paris. In darker hours, those 3am-can’t-sleep-for-missing-her hours, Kara worries the first communication she’ll have from Cat is a scream, or  a stutter in her heartbeat. 

Instead, it’s a messengered note written on a napkin from a Bulletproof Coffee store. Cat couldn’t find the time to open her email, or the money to buy actual writing paper, but she took the time to scribble an address and FedEx the damn thing to Kara’s office at CatCo. So almost exactly the level of drama Kara has been pining for these past few months. It isn’t even signed, relying on Kara to recognise that impatient handwriting with its tight loops and jagged lines.

Since there’s no detail, Kara doesn’t waste time or money on the façade of looking up the nearest airport and booking commercial flights. She looks, just in case, but the number of changes suggest Cat is truly in the middle of nowhere, USA. If there’s a spa resort there, it’s so exclusive that the internet doesn’t contain so much as a whisper of its existence. 

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1. “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.”

A/N: Okay folks, here’s the first one. I’m doing a one-shot a day (they might be like every couple days though because ya know, life. It’s based off this list ova here. Quite frankly, this one is complete shit and writers block is a thing i fucking hate but whatever hope you enjoy xx

“Beca, just fucking say it.” Jesse practically spat at her.

“Say what?”

“Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean.”

“Jess, I don’t love Chloe.”

“I’m not an idiot! Becs we haven’t had sex in weeks, you can’t stop smiling at your phone, and you’re constantly dropping plans whenever she’s brought up.”


“Look, I’m not mad. I get it, it’s whatever- I’ll get over it. But for god’s sake just go fucking tell her.” and with that he walked out of her room and slammed the door.


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It’s Me

Part 2 to “A Muggle?” 

Word Count: 1,556


The summer Y/N met the marauders passed quickly, as summers often do, but this year Y/N couldn’t wait to go back to school. Over the course of the summer, she had developed a special relationship with each of the boys. Peter always came to her for help, too nervous to ask the boys, and feeling safe knowing she wouldn’t judge him. James loved that he could talk to her about anything, anything at all and she would just listen to him. Spending so much time with the guys, who seemed to have something to say about everything, it was nice to be able to talk to someone who would really listen. James figured it was one of those things that girls just had a talent for that guys could not for the life of them get the hang of. Y/N and Sirius bonded over issues within their families, and he was also always good for when she needed a laugh. She quickly grew accustomed to his flirty demeanor and almost always went along with it, earning laughs from the others. When the school year began, Y/N was placed into the Gryffindor house and put into a room with girls by the names of Lily, Alice, and Marlene, who she got along with really well. It was nice, she secretly thought, to have some girls around after being the only one for the last few months. About an hour into their first interaction, it became apparent to Y/N that James had a massive crush on Lily, and it was also apparent that Lily wasn’t having any of it. Y/N decided she was going to do what she could to help poor, smitten, Prongs out. And that, was how she ended up in the common room with the marauders and Lily at 3am on a Friday night two months into the school year.

“You lot can think whatever you want, it is obvious that I’m Y/N’s favorite,” James boasted.

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Originally posted by malecsbiscuit

Words: 1247
A/N: I would like to apologise for me taking so long, im just way to lazy to start on imagines, but when i first get started… yeah. love you xx

You kicked the demon in the stomach before rolling onto the concrete, taking the seraph sword you dropped a minute ago, jumping up to put the sword right into the demon. As you saw it disappear, you heard another scream. Before you could react the sword in your hand was gone. The demon had knocked it out of your hand, which meant you no longer had a weapon. You tried to kick the demon but missed and instead it grabbed your leg pulling you towards it.

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Say You Won’t Let Go

Requested by anonymous

AN: This has been requested twice and I’m so sorry it’s taken this long for me to finally get it written for you guys! I have no idea if this is what you expected, but hopefully everyone likes it!

Peering into his eyes lifted the dark cloud capturing your mind. His breathing was relaxed as he slept soundly next to you. These moments, these were the ones most special to you. The safety brought to you by Shawn was something you’ve never seen before and it had taken some time to reach this point.

Your hand reaches out, combing your fingers through his dark tresses. They fell perfectly around his face. He stirred, but didn’t wake, so you kept going.

Rain hit the window of your apartment, quietly. The serenity of the morning, making you incredibly comfortable. It was early, probably near 6am. The sun still hidden behind the trees. The days were passing too quickly and you weren’t ready to go back to college.

After too long a time spent watching your boyfriend sleep, you decided to make some breakfast. A couple hours have passed and it shouldn’t be long until he woke up too.

Eggs sounded perfect this morning. Breakfast in bed, even better.

You hadn’t heard Shawn wake up or the footsteps he took until arms snuck around your waist. A smile crossed your lips immediately, knowing the only person it could be.

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The moment of sudden clarity when feelings are finally recognized, or are made aware for the first time.

It hit you one late night at the library while you were cramming for and crying over midterms along with the other student zombie population. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary - you were in your regular spot as per usual, inked paper and random notes scattered all around you, the dimming screen of your laptop reflected in your glasses, hair haphazardly pulled back and out of your face. And he was there with you, as per usual, his own laptop illuminating the serious and focused look on his face as he rested his chin on one propped hand while the other worked hard to scroll down his screen on his keyboard. Just two university students, two dormmates, two friends, studying at the library. The only difference between you two? He wasn’t studying - oh, no - you knew from the last time you got up and walked past him that he definitely not studying. 

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anonymous asked:

I understand that you're not taking requests right now, but hear me out. Pet/Slave Namjoon. With a collar/choker and everything.

Sub Namjoon was an interesting concept to me, to say the least, so…here we are ;p

ALSO: I tried to add a ‘Read More’ break, but they don’t seem to work correctly for mobile when I’m replying to an ask, soo…sorry for anyone that doesn’t want to see glimpses of sub!joon

Unlocking your front door, you sigh as you step inside, kicking your shoes off on the landing. The grocery bags balanced on your forearm lay proof to your trip to the corner convince store, and you’re sure Namjoon will love you later when he sees all the candy you bought him.

Smiling to yourself you skip into the kitchen, preparing to put the groceries away. However, you only manage to get the essential items into the fridge before desperate whining in the background catches your attention.

Rolling your eyes, you set the remaining bags down on the kitchen floor and grab the hem of your top, pulling it over your head and chucking it onto the couch as you start towards the bedroom. Your pants come next, and you kick them off just outside the cracked open door, fingers wandering to your damp panties, pressing into the sensitive bud of nerves hidden just beneath the fabric.

Breathy curses and pleasurable moans are rolling through the walls and washing over you in waves, and you lick your lips in anticipation. This is going to be fun.

Pushing the door open ever so slowly, you pad into the room, drool pooling in your mouth at the sight of Namjoon. He’s knelt at the foot of your bed, reddened bottom lip caught between his teeth as he attempts not to whine—a cock ring secured around his manhood. You can easily spot the cum leaking down his shaft, begging for a chance to flow free, but you’re not ready to give in to him just yet. It’s only been half an hour since you left him here like this, and you’re sure you can get him begging even more.

Ahhhh~ this pretty dominate boy who is suddenly so submissive under your delicate finger.

“Hey there puppy,” you tease him with a grin, finally revealing you presence to him as you tug on the chain resting against his chest. He immediately gasps and leans forward on his knees. The chain is attached to nipple clamps secured around his sensitive pink buds, and between the chain jiggling in your hand and the tiny vibrator attached to the cock ring, he’s ready to burst at the seams.

“Are you gonna beg me, huh? Look at this,” you say, squatting down and dragging a finger up the underside of his length. Skimming your other hand over his tan shoulders, you loop your finger under the leather of the collar he has on, forcing him to look at you as you lick your cum-covered digit clean.

Namjoon shivers at the sight alone, nostrils flaring.

“Baby…please,” he whispers, voice cracking and eyes pleading. His cock is so painfully hard, he’s about to go insane. “I-I already came, but it hurt. I need…I need—”

“Payback for all of your teasing, babe, aren’t I right?” you grin, burying your hand into his sweaty blond hair. You bend to your knees in front of him and yank his head back, your lips pressing overly-light kisses to every inch of his skin. “All those time you brought me to the edge and then denied me…two can play at this game.”

“Fuck! Please!” Namjoon begs, his second dry orgasm approaching at dangerous speeds, and he thrusts his hips into air, desperate for friction. 30 minutes alone in a room—hands cuffed behind his back, and cock restrained—had granted Namjoon a lot of time to ponder how to get back at you for making him like…this. But, subsequently, thinking about tying you up and shoving his dick down your throat until you choke on it hadn’t helped out his situation.

“Come for me, Namjoon,” you demand, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss, and he screams around your tongue, hips bucking fervently as another dry orgasm rips through him.

“Fuck! FUCK!” he curses, cock throbbing. He’s about to lose his GODDAMN MIND!

“Yes! What fantastic sounds!” you laugh, petting his sweaty hair back and hooking your fingers under his collar yet again. You tug him around so he’s facing the edge of the mattress, his chest heaving as he tiredly watches you step out of your soaking panties.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you drag his head forward, your fingers spreading your glistening folds.

“Make me come and I’ll return the favor.”

Licking his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing, he eyes your womanhood before diving forward without another second of hesitation. His tongue flicks over your throbbing bud, and you toss your head back, hand thoroughly tangled in his hair and keeping him secured between your thighs.

Already too well acquainted with your body, Namjoon skillfully drags his tongue between your folds, dipping the flexible muscle into your heat before returning to your clit yet again. His strokes are accurate and utterly devastating, distraught moans leaving your mouth as he inches you closer and closer to your orgasm.

At feeling your thighs tighten around his head, breathing picking up and pleas becoming increasingly louder, Namjoon feels another orgasm beginning to build up in him as well. And he knows that he won’t survive another dry one. So, he brings out his A-game, sucking your clit into his mouth and digging his tongue into your sensitive bud even rougher than before.

The sensation has you crying out, orgasm right on the brink, and after a few more swipes of Namjoon’s tongue you come—breathy moans filling the room. Your chest heaves as he rides you through your orgasm, but as soon as you start to come down from your high Namjoon falls backwards onto his ass, eyes scrunched shut.

“Baby please please please please–!”

“I gotcha~,” you coo, petting his hair back as you lean down and snap the cock ring off. Immediately a guttural moan tears from his throat, his orgasm hitting home without any help from you. Breathing uneven, cum splattering across your hand and his stomach, you bend down and kiss him gently.

“I’ll get a rag,” you say, hurrying out of the room and to the bathroom. When you come back Namjoon has relocated to the bed, nipple clamps, cock ring, and collar all resting on the sheets beside him. Smiling sweetly when he looks at you with exhaustion painting his face, you quickly clean both him and yourself up.

“You good?” you question after throwing the rag in the nearby clothes bin, and Namjoon nods, latching onto your wrist and tugging you onto the bed with him. Immediately he maneuvers you into the little spoon position, his arms wrapping snuggly around your torso, and you don’t mind in the least.

Sighing, Namjoon nuzzles the back of your skull, sleep already finding him, but he makes sure to get out what’s been on his mind all afternoon.

“You’re gonna fucking pay for that later.”

Laughing, you roll your eyes and attempt to find sleep as well.

“We’ll see.”

20 Questions with Dr Ferox #8

My gosh, there’s just so much stuff you vetlings want to know, isn’t there? Well, knowledge is good, so here we go with yet another info dump as I try to answer a big slew of your questions in one hit.

Anonymous said: I sometimes get your patreon emails or an update on your blog while I’m studying/struggling in the wee-hours of the morning (vetmed). I’m in WA, so where-ever you are it’s also late/early. What are you doing up in the witching hours?

First of all, I am an AdultTM and as such I am permitted to set by own Bed Time. There are many reasons why you might receive notifications from me so ‘early’.

  • I have a blog post on queue every morning between 5am and 6am my time (so probably 3am and 4am your time). It goes up automatically, so I can see initial responses before I go to work.
  • I think Patreon sends its emails at the same time each day, regardless of when I post. I certainly don’t type there early in the morning.
  • Sometimes I’m on nightshift and can get kinda bored at 3am sometimes.
  • Sometimes I just can’t sleep, especially with the changing day/night cycles.

Most of the blog runs on queue, honestly. At least three posts a day do.

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Sleepless Nights

For Carry On Countdown -Fifth Year

Written from Baz’s pov, basically just pining oops

This is getting ridiculous. It’s 3am. In the past four nights I’ve had less than twenty hours sleep combined. I close my eyes for the millionth time, knowing full well that they’ll have opened again within the the next minute.

It’s not like I’m trying not to sleep -quite the opposite. I just can’t stop thinking. My brain won’t shut up. I’ve been having trouble sleeping for the past few months, but it’s never got this bad before. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried going for walks once Simon’s fallen asleep, but that only makes me think more and I end up wandering across the whole site, aimlessly, for hours on end and come back no less weary but a hell of a lot colder. I’ve tried listening to classical music through earbuds. I’ve even managed to blag some chamomile tea from the kitchen, but it didn’t help. It just tastes faintly like piss.

Simon rolls over in his sleep and I let out a sigh. How can he sleep so easily? How can he do everything so easily? His whole life is just one big long walk in the park. He doesn’t agonise over homework, he’s in a happy relationship, he hardly even does a thing between getting out of bed and going down to breakfast -just brushes a hand through his hair and he’s good to go.

I’d brush my hand through his hair.

Wait. What. No. It’s 3am. I’m knackered. I don’t know where that came from. I roll over, blushing despite the fact that no one could know I’d thought that. I’m now facing the window. It’s open, of course, and I realise suddenly that I’m absolutely freezing. Bloody Snow and his stupid.. stupid… argh. I don’t even know what I’m trying to think. I get up to close it, a little too quickly, and stumble slightly on my way across. It takes two attempts for it to actually shut, the rotten wood swollen bigger than its frame. I am forceful the second time round, and it slams loudly, the metal catch rattling against the glass. Snow stirs and I worry that I have woken him, before I realise that I don’t actually care. Why shouldn’t he wake up? He left it open to begin with. Stupid. And that stupid hair.

I lay on my back for a while and think about nothing. Well, I probably was thinking about something, but it wasn’t significant. I trace patterns on the sheet instead, my finger joining up creases like those dot-to-dot things I remember doing as a child. Like little constellations, I think. Like Simon’s freckles. The ones on his back are spread out enough to do an actual dot-to-dot. Spread out enough to be actual constellations.

What the fuck? I’m thinking about Simon’s moles. That’s like, the third time I’ve thought about him tonight. Then I try and remember, and I decide it’s probably actually more than three times… Does this count? Does thinking about thinking about Simon count as thinking about Simon? I laugh suddenly and unexpectedly, a sort of choke, and bury my face in my duvet so as not to wake Simon. There we go again, I think. Of course Snow doesn’t wake. He never does. Never has. All these five years of me banging around doing whatever I’ve been doing and he just snuffles through it, only turning occasionally, or flickering his eyelids.

I almost wish he would wake up. Dev tells me about how when he stays with his cousins they don’t really talk much, but they all share a room at night. He says once it passes about 2am, different rules apply. They talk about everything, he says, stuff you would never dream of telling anyone when you’re fully awake. I’ve never had a sleepover that wasn’t with him or Niall, and we did have deep conversations but I don’t think that really counts because we’re already close. I don’t need to be half asleep to talk to him. But then I start thinking. Do I? Do I tell him stuff? Real stuff? I complain about how fucked up my family is and what Snow’s up to, and, sure, when we have sleepovers we talk about stuff. Girls. We’ve talked about girls. Is that what he means? Girls? Because that’s where my problem lies. I’ve spoken to Dev about girls. Girls. Not about boys.

Would I talk to Simon about boys? If we were both tired and we reached the magical 2am and forgot our feuds, would I talk to him? It’s hard to imagine. The forgetting feuds part. I look at him. His head is laying in a pool of moonlight on his pillow and he looks like a hand tailored mannequin. Nobody is this flawless naturally: his skin looks like pearl, his hair like silk, and his features ethereal. ‘Snow.’ It’s suits him, as a name. Fun and childish and exciting, but also.. stunningly beautiful.

What the fuck, Baz. Shut up. Simon Snow isn’t fucking beautiful.

But he is. You can say that. It’s fine to be able to appreciate beauty. Dev is quite good looking.

Now you’re being stupid. Dev is not good looking.

No, Dev is good looking. He’s just not Simon Snow.

My knuckles whiten as my grip on the duvet tightens. I loosen them. It’s just Snow. He’s still sleeping. Fucker.

There is silence again. I imagine shaking him awake. How is it fair that he is so asleep and I am so not? I need it more than him; he doesn’t have to worry about how well he does in lessons because he’s not battling for top against that stupid Bunce friend of his. I imagine shaking him awake and pinning him against the wall. I’m shouting at him, I don’t know what but I’m shouting something. I’m angry and I’m I’m holding Simon Snow against a wall and shouting at him and my spit is flying into his face. I’m furious and he’s not doing anything to stop me. He’s just hanging there limply and letting me do what I’m doing. He’s in my hands. I have control.

And then I stop. I look at his face, scrunched up, little flecks my my saliva mingled with freckles.

I brush them from his cheek with my thumb.

He’s staring at me. His eyes are the most penetrative ice blue I’ve ever seen. I’m staring into his eyes and I’m shivering and my thumb is still on his cheek. And suddenly his eyes are closing. His eyes are closing and his head is tilting and it’s moving towards me. Simon Snow is… going to kiss me?

“M-Bazz..” I jolt my eyes open. Simon fucking Snow is laying in his bed, as asleep as he’s ever been. I glower at him. He murmurs my name again and I nearly throw the lamp at his head.

All. I. Want. Is. To. Go. To. Sleep. You. Stupid. Fucking. Dick.

I roll over determinedly. When I close my eyes again Simon Snow does not have time to kiss me because I am banging his head against the wall. Those stupid fucking eyes flash at me. They look hurt.

Good, I think. And I throw the lamp.


Originally posted by fieryjimin

Its late at night. But hearing your voice gives me a reason to look forward to another beautiful day, another day to see your beautiful face.

pairing: jimin | reader
words: 1.9k
genre: fluff
summary: Jimin wants to talk. Just not with you.
a/n: it was 1 am last night, and i just thought of this idea and i kinda just 

“And I swear, this was by far the most amazing dream I had of her, like the ferris wheel dream was just wow but this one made me fall harder for her,” the animation and exhilaration in his voice was a tad bit thunderous for you at 3 am in the morning.

I mean, I could have just hung up and tell him to fuck off, I need my beauty sleep.

But he didn’t stop. Nothing stops Jimin from his moment to bask in the spotlight and talk for hours because when Jimin got something juicy to say, he will say it there and then. Only that it was just surprising for him to disrupt your night, ringtone piercing through the still silence of your peaceful slumber, to just tell you about his dreams because, really, he doesn’t do that at all.

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Jyn Erso x Reader
Word Count: 1,110

Description: Jyn is a frequent visitor to the medbay, and with those visits come a friendship along with a little something more.

You remember the first time you met Jyn, the way she had walked so calmly into the medbay as if there wasn’t a bloody gash obscuring her left forearm. She was calm, a little lightheaded though it was to be expected with an injury as serious as her own.

She felt differently.

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Jack Maynard - Stressed Out

Anon: Hey :) Would you like to write a thing where y/n is not taking care of herself because of something stressful coming up, Jack tries to help during the hard times but y/n eventually snaps at him. After everything’s over y/n gets so tired and maybe even a bit ill that she ends up crying. Jack finds her like that and helps her relax and takes care of her, y/n apologizes for not listening to him before and snapping at him. I’d just love some fluff if you’re up for it :)

Requested: Yes

A/N: Enjoy this little imagine. I actually can’t really write short imagines I’m sorry I just have a lot to say haha! Hope this is what you were looking for. Let me know if you like it. 

Word Count: 1778

The past two months has been more stressful than ever for you. Ever since you moved to London, you felt the pressure to prove to everyone back home that it was the right choice. To be fair, you were actually doing really well for yourself. Your career just kept blossoming, you even made a lot of cool friends. The one that probably meant the most to you was your boyfriend Jack. He had been super supportive and helpful throughout. Sometime though, you felt like you were taking too much from him.

Today was one of those days. You had a huge release at the end of the month, and you had been working your butt off to perfect everything. It was one of those make it or break it moments. It was 2am on a Wednesday morning, and you had been up since 9am on Tuesday. You couldn’t remember the last meal you had, but you did not feel hungry either way. You hadn’t even spent much time with Jack lately. Your housemates, Jack, Conor and Josh had all gone out to celebrate one of their mates’ birthdays. You were invited of course, but right now the only thing on your mind was the project you were working on.

The three boys you lived with stumbled in close to 3am, the alcohol clearly having done its job. “Oh sorry (Y/N). Didn’t know you were working still”, Josh stopped as they saw you at the kitchen counter with a mug of tea that had most likely gone cold by then.

“(Y/N)”, Jack called out to you softly as he saw you hunched over your laptop, flyaways sticking out from the bun on your head, bags under your eyes. You were still wearing Jack’s t-shirt from the night before when you went to bed. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. You absently mindedly reached for his hand as you continued your work.

“Babe. Let’s go to bed. You’ve been up far too long”, he tried to pry you away from your work. You didn’t budge, humming in protest. “Love, please? C’mon it’s really late.”

“Jack I’m really busy.”

“I know love, but it’s late. You’ll fall sick.” Your stomach grumbled as he spoke. “(Y/N)”, his voice held a note of warning. “Did you have dinner?”

You only shook your head in response, knowing he would lecture you. “What about lunch?” This time you kept still.


“What? I’m not hungry okay? I didn’t wanna eat!”, you pulled away from him.

“But you need to eat! You can’t go a whole day without any food!” his voice rose, worry laced in his words. “You’ve been up this whole time too! You’re gonna fall sick.”

“Jack”, you tried to keep your voice calm. You could feel the annoyance pulsing through, but you did not want to start a fight. Especially not when you had so much else on your mind. “I’m fine. I’m not hungry, I’m not tired. I’m busy right now. I need to get this done soon okay?”

“No. You’re gonna take a break right now. And I’m going to get you some food. You’ll eat up, we’ll watch some TV, and then we’ll go to bed. Tomorrow, once you’ve had a good night’s rest, you can continue.”

“Excuse me?” You were pretty annoyed at this point. “I do not need anyone to baby me. I said I was fine, so I’m telling you to drop it.”

“Babe you need your rest!”

“What I need is for you to leave me alone.”

“Not until you give yourself a break!”

“I seriously don’t need you telling me to do! I’m a bit busy at the moment”, you said sarcastically, gesturing to your laptop.

“You’re not gonna keep working right now”, he said reaching over to close your laptop shut.

“What the hell Jack? I was doing work!” You knew Josh and Conor were going to walk in any second now. You both were being very loud. “You don’t fucking go around messing with my shit! I was working on that!”

“You’ve been like this for weeks now! I don’t even see you anymore!” Jack was almost shouting now.

“Oh for god’s sake! I’m sorry I’m actually trying to get shit done. I don’t just laze around all day.” Jack’s face fell. Part of you felt bad, but you weren’t thinking straight. You were still fired up.

By now the other two residents had walked into the kitchen to find you arguing. You turned around as you heard them walk in. Huffing loudly, you grabbed your laptop and went to the balcony. You didn’t want to risk going to your bedroom since Jack would end up there too. You sat yourself down at the table on the balcony, and opened your laptop in hoped of continuing your work. As you brought your hands to the keypad, you felt yourself start to shake ever so slightly. Tears were starting to brim at your lids. You clenched your fists tight and tried to control your breathing. You were not one to have panic attacks, but you started to feel a build-up of overwhelming emotions take over. You slouched back into the chair as you felt yourself lose control and break down. Tears flowed down your cheeks as your body heaved with silent sobs.

Through the gap of the half-closed balcony door, you could hear the boys talking to Jack. His voice clearly louder than the other two. You couldn’t make out what he was saying, but his tone held notes of exasperation. Your clouded mind was too tired to do anything at this point. You felt somewhat guilty for what you did, but you were not even sure why. You couldn’t think straight. Exhaustion was taking over your body but your mind and heart felt too heavy to drift off. You were sat for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes, as the cold London air chilled you to a point of numbness. At least you thought it was the cold air, it was easier to blame.

The door to the balcony slid open and close. A figure you usually sought for comfort stood before you. “Love?” The only response Jack got was a deep shaky breath from you. He moved over to you, gently lifting you up and taking a seat where you were sat before, placing you on his lap. “What’s wrong love?”, a frown plastered on his face as he took in the sight of your tear-stained face.

This caused a series of sobs to break through your barrier. You couldn’t control the tears anymore. “Oh love!” Jack pulled you flush against him as you buried your face under his chin, crying your emotions out. “Let it all out love”, he whispered soothed, rubbing circles on your back.

It felt like forever before you the tears stopped. The heaving however, was a work in progress. You could not stop your shoulders and chest from shaking. “I’m sorry. Are you mad?”

Jack replied with a kiss on your temple. “Shh shh. It’s okay love. You know I was just worried about. I don’t like seeing you like that. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” His chin rested on top of your head, his arms wrapped tightly around you, as if protecting you.

“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just stressed and all you know”, you apologised again.

“How about we just go back in? I’ll run you a bath, and maybe order pizza and put on some Friends? You could use some down time.”

“I think I could.”

He ran the bath, getting you in and helping you unwind. He left to order your favourite pizza, and came back, sitting behind you outside the bathtub. His hands reached for your shoulders as he whispered in your ear, “Fancy a massage love?”

He left you to enjoy the rest of your bath after the generous massage. As you got back to his room, you found he had laid a pair of sweats and t-shirt out for you. You changed and dried yourself off. Jack’s scent still lingered on his clothes, comforting you. As you walked out, you saw all three boys gathered around the living room. Josh and Conor had already dug into the pizza. You smiled at the other two boys sheepishly, “Sorry about earlier.”

They waved you off. “Don’t sweat it (Y/N)”, Conor said. Josh reached out to give you a side hug.

“C’mere (Y/N)”, Jack called from his spot on the couch, his arms open and waiting for you. You dove straight in, snuggling up to him. The weight that had been pulling down was gone. You felt more at ease despite having the same workload waiting for you. The pressure had lessened and you felt content, ready for to laze around for a bit. There was always tomorrow.

“Here you go love”, he reached over to get you both a slice of pizza. As you filled up, you felt brain wind down with the iconic comedy on play. Not long after, Josh and Conor left to head to their own rooms, bidding you goodnight.

“Jack”, you turned to face him once you were both alone. “Thank you. I really don’t what I did to deserve you. But thank you.”

“I’d do anything for you (Y/N)”, he sounded almost shocked that you thought he would not.

“I know love. I just really wanted you to know just how much you mean to me. I love you so much.”

The smile that lit up his face, reaching all the way to his eyes, made your heart beat faster. “I love you too. So so so much.” You reached to cup his face as you leaned in, kissing him as meaningfully as you could. He eagerly reciprocated, deepening the kiss. His arms snaked to your bum, as he lifted you on top of him. You pulled away a few seconds later, the kiss getting too heated. “Not today Jack, sorry.”

“It’s fine babe”, he moved you back to your original position on the sofa, pecking you on the lips. You reached for your fourth slice of pizza that night, letting your mind drift off as you enjoyed your boyfriend’s comforting presence next to you. You weren’t sure what else happened that night, but the next morning, you woke up to find yourself and Jack in the same position on the sofa as the night before. You pressed a kiss on his lips, adjusting yourself comfortably to fall back asleep.

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When Bitty told Jack they should go to sleep, he meant it. He had no intentions of staying up any longer than necessary–despite Jack’s admittedly very sweet and very romantic gesture, it was five in the morning, and Bitty had been asleep, and he was tired. So Bitty got Jack a dry shirt, and a towel to get the worst of the rain out of his hair, and then he promptly suggested that they both get some sleep before they had to get up again. And he meant it.

Now he’s not sure exactly what he was thinking. Because, lying in bed with Jack’s arm wrapped securely around his middle, he’s fairly certain it’d take a hard check to knock him out. If he was tired before, he’s positively buzzing now; his veins feel like they’re pumping pure adrenaline and with every rise and fall of Jack’s chest against his back, an unsettling thrill shoots up his spine. It’s all he can do to keep from letting his legs restlessly kick around under their shared duvet.

It’s just that, Bitty’s not delusional. He loves Jack, he does, and it was so incredibly sweet of him to drive all this way, and to propose coming out to the boys, but–but Bitty knows what’s more important in the long run. And it’s not the boy Jack has been dating for less than a year, it’s not a long-distance relationship that no one can guarantee will last.

It’s not a sad thought–at least, Bitty’s trying not to let it be. It’s just an honest one.

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Second Christmas (1996)

the series is as follows so far:

First Christmas


Mulder landed on her couch with a thud, groaning loudly as the cushions settled beneath him, taking his weight and cradling his tired bones. Flinging his hand over the back, he waved his fingers haphazardly in Scully’s direction, “it’s not Christmas yet, right?”

Scully, unlacing her boots and dropping them by the door, the sound loud in her quiet apartment, “I think it’s the 23rd but it might be the 24th but I am 90% sure it is not actually Christmas Day yet.”

“I hate layovers and plane changes and Chicago in general and wherever the hell we were in Arizona.”

“I completely agree and I’m just warning you that I’m getting in the shower in two minutes. You can nap, eat, do a jig if you want but if you leave, lock the door and if you have to pee, do it now.” Dragging her bag behind her down the hall, she called back to him, “minute and a half.”

He stood, shuffled to the bathroom, did his business, then took the time to hang up his coat before moving to the kitchen to start a pot of hot water for cocoa. He was mixing some concoction of sour cream and cheese and had a half-frozen hot dog hanging out of his mouth when she returned, toweling her hair and dressed comfortably in her flannel pajama pants and thermal shirt, “is that dinner?”

As he answered her, the hot dog dropped from his lips to the counter, “yeah. Want one?”

Watching him pick it up and take another bite, she smiled, “Yes, but I think I’ll heat mine up before I eat it.”

“Your loss.” Bumping hips with her as he scooted by with his dip and bag of tortilla chips, “back in a second for drinks. Do you want tea or hot chocolate?”

“Tea and you want the chocolate, I assume?” Seeing him nod, “I’ll bring them in when I’m done.” After they’d eaten their way through the bag of chips, the dip, two hot dogs apiece and two cups of tea and cocoa, Scully yawned, one leg tucked under the other, her body curled against the armrest, “I need to go to bed.”

Mulder looked at his watch and saw it was after 11, “it’s almost Christmas Eve. When are you going to do your tree?”

Her eyes half-shut and dropping fast, she flopped her head to the back of the couch, “tomorrow? Today? Right now? Yesterday? I have no idea. I just know that I can’t see straight at the moment.”

He’d been watching her longer and longer blinks for quite awhile now, “How about you go to bed and I’ll lock up when I leave and then I’ll call you really early tomorrow and make you get up and decorate your tree? I won’t let you sleep in or anything.”

Too tired to argue and tell him not to call her under any understandable or wild circumstance, she shut her eyes completely instead, snoring within heartbeats. With a whimsical lip curl, he removed her mug, then carefully lay her down on the couch, doing the whole clichéd ‘gently placing her head on a pillow and tucking her in with the throw afghan’ thing. He would have made fun of the actions had he been watching a movie with that plot but instead, he ran a finger over her forehead gently and fighting the urge to kiss the track of his finger, he carried the dishes to the sink.

Then he set up the tree for her, being ninja-like in his silence, relying on his glowing watch to tell which letter was on which branch and which branches went on which level. The lights followed and once that was done, he decided, maybe, he would just sit down for a minute, possibly close his itchy eyes for a second before heading home.

Yeah. He fell asleep.


Aware of movement, his muscles instinctively tightened, waiting, needing to be prepared to stand, fight, bludgeon whoever was invading Scully’s living room, then, he heard an all-too familiar sniffle. Slowly opening his eyes, he watched her lean over, select an ornament, stare at the tree for a moment, bend the hook, reach out for branch, hang the decoration, study its placement, nod, then do it again.

He really could have watched her for hours but instead, after a minute, he shifted in his chair, then in a low voice, “need some help?”

To her credit, she didn’t jump, knowing somewhere in her subconscious that he was awake and watching, “sure. Should I turn on the room light?”

Standing, he came over beside her, “nope. I like it just like this.”

A few ornaments later, “thank you for putting the tree together for me and doing the lights.”

“I was awake and figured why not.”

Quiet again, they worked steadily until the box was empty and the tree was laden. Stepping back to survey their handiwork, Scully moved her arm enough to tap his thigh with the back of her hand, “are you going to your mom’s for Christmas?”

Figuring a lie was appropriate for 3am, “yeah, I’m driving up there tomorrow afternoon and I’ll stay through the 26th.”

“Good but don’t forget, if something changes, you’re welcome to come with me.”

Taking her fingers in his tentatively, he squeezed them, letting go quickly, “thanks. Tell everyone Merry Christmas for me, would you?”

She missed the touch more than she expected to, “I will.”

“Merry Christmas, Scully.”

“Merry Christmas, Mulder.”

He looked down at her before turning her by the shoulders, “go to bed. I’m going to grab a snack, then head home. I’ll lock the door.”

With eyes burning for sleep again, she didn’t argue, instead giving him a one-armed hug before unplugging the tree, heading down the hall with a slurry ‘g’night’.

Calling his goodnight back, he dug in his coat pocket, found the package he’d unearthed from his glove compartment before they came upstairs and hung the Snowman Woodstock in the center of the tree.

Satisfied with himself, he darkened the living room, grabbed his granola bar and headed into the night, shivering yet smiling.

Another ornament mission accomplished.


OC x Jungkook
Three Word Prompt: Tattoo, Sweet, Love
Soundtrack (x) & (x)
12/ ? of my drabble game
(a/n) I’m sorry I feel so bad for writing this first, but this just hit me and I could not stop LOL. adds tattoo shop kookie to my list of muses… yass. Also this is not a drabble seeing as its a thousand words but enjoy loves ^3^ ily 

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anonymous asked:

Question on the ice crew au- how would Kent Parson treat his ice crew? ((((can we expect him in the pt. 2?))))

So, tbh, I had not thought about Kent Parson in the Ice Crew AU world bc in my head he sort of doesn’t exist…

But, let’s assume he does exist (though he and Jack didn’t play together on the Q) and going with more my canon thoughts on Parse, I would have to say that Kent Parson may be one of the loneliest people in the whole world.

Except, very very differently from Jack. Jack never saw the point of putting on a mask of happiness, of caring about anything other than hockey, of pretending but–

Kent Parson is probably buddies with all the members of his team. He probably goes out to lunch after practice and goes out to bars after games and he is the most charismatic hockey-bro to ever exist and as such, he doesn’t really talk to his ice crew at all. If he sees them in the hallway, he probably gives them a “hey, what’s up, man?” because everyone passing Kent Parson in the hallway gets a “hey, what’s up, man?” but Parse never slows down to hear the answer (and if they manage to say “good you?” Parse will keep walking and smiling and say some variation of “awesome” or “going good!” or “ready for this next one!”)

(Parson always keeps walking and smiling. He’s always awesome.)

So the ice crew of the Aces likes Kent Parson the way everyone in Las Vegas likes Kent Parson. He’s funny and personable and great at hockey and, dear god, he’s so fucking lonely he doesn’t know what to do, but he knows to hide it.

(He has to hide it. No one can know.)

Kent Parson sleeps with girls when he can’t get out of it. He flirts with them always. He “dates” supermodels for a few months at a time to get people off his case and tells reporters (with a smile and an bashful head duck that he knows is adorable) that his “ideal night” is “doing something small and romantic with a beautiful woman who can make me laugh and doesn’t mind my terrible cooking.”

(Really, his ideal night is staying out until 3am with his teammates and then going home and snuggling up with his cat and passing out before he can think about how empty his apartment is.)

(He doesn’t let himself think about what his actual ideal night would be. Never.)

Kent Parson doesn’t let himself take those type of risks. He doesn’t get too drunk in front of his teammates. He doesn’t try to sneak to gay bars and hook up that way. He wipes his computer history every time he watches porn (and never saves any of it) and jokes just the right amount about his “bromance” with his teammates and prays, prays, prays that no one will ever figure out how rehearsed it all is. How rehearsed he is. 

(He whispered it aloud to Kitt Purson once. At 11am in the morning on his day off as she purred against his chest and for no real reason, tears were pricking against his eyelids, he’d just said it: I’m gay. I’m gay and I hate this. He hadn’t let himself cry for long, had blinked in tears until they cooled the stripe of heat behind his eyes and stared at the ceiling and willed the headache to go away and she’d stayed and let him hold her a little too tightly and he thinks that maybe its all for the best, that he couldn’t love anyone as much as he loves her in that moment.)

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100christy  asked:

Members (also V&Serean) reactions when Mc wakes them up at 3am to drive to a beautiful or amazing location. May it be outdoors, or an amazing back alley way coffee shop. Or, may it be a part of town that works it's magic at that time of day. 😀

This isn’t 100% what you asked for, but I hope you enjoy!

~Admin MP


  • They would have already been awake from playing video games, and although they’re not tired, they don’t want to play video games anymore
  • So they decide to find somewhere to go eat because they’re hungry but there’s absolutely nothing in Yoosung’s apartment
  • They end up in this shitty American 24/7 diner with tar coffee and awful pancakes
  • Its one of those places where it feels like time stops and reality is skewed
  • They sit there, eating the food because they’re hungry and half awake, but there’s something about the way that Yoosung’s messy blonde hair looks against the hideous orange leather booth that makes it a memory that MC treasures forever


  • He’s always one for adventures okay he fucking loves adventures
  • So if MC was like “let’s go fucking find this haunted house in the middle of the woods at 3 am” 
  • He’d literally get so fucking lit for it??
  • So the two of the would drive to the woods and of course they didn’t plan this out so they just plunge straight in
  • It’s really dark out and there are scary forest noises but they’re together so they don’t even notice
  • Instead of finding the house, they find a field of wildflowers that is lit up by the moon and it’s literally gorgeous
  • They just run through the field, laughing and hugging each other because it feels like a place where fairies go??


  • Jaehee has been working so hard on stuff for the cafe that MC decides she needs a break
  • So when Jaehee stays up until 3 am working, MC drags her out
  • They end up finding this really cool cafe that stays open really late that almost nobody seems to know about
  • It’s very homey and almost seems like a club, but instead of people dancing, there’s people cuddled in blankets all around drinking hot chocolate or coffee or studying
  • The two of them end up watching Netflix together and drinking hot chocolate, snuggled up in a blanket 
  • A few hours later, they leave, although they decide to come back


  • Although he’s used to travelling, Jumin still gets jetlag pretty badly 
  • So when he’s still awake at 3am, MC offers to just go on a walk to see if that’ll help him get tired
  • They end up walking around the frigid neighborhood, holding hands and pointing out stupid sights they see
  • Like a raccoon in some trash bins (which actually scares Jumin) 
  • It turns out that they’re walking around for longer than they think, and they come up to a garden with a cute bench
  • Jumin is very sleepy so they sit on the bench, staring at a fountain that has a lion spitting water out of it’s mouth
  • When Jumin is this tired, he’s affectionate and open, so he just rants about how much he loves MC


  • It’s 3 am and Zen is very stressed about his upcoming role, practicing for hours
  • Seeing how upset Zen is makes MC want to help him, so they drag him away
  • There’s an Insomnia Cookies nearby (i don’t know if they have those in Korea but roll with it) and they end up going there and feasting on cookies
  • There’s nobody else there except for an exasperated employee who’s dealing with a high customer on the phone 
  • They end up sharing a cookie and laughing when their faces get covered in chocolate
  • Slowly, the tense set of Zen’s shoulders relaxes as he laughs with MC and the lights of the front of the store wash over his face, rendering him ethereal and beautiful
  • It’s a magical moment and feels fake, but MC’s heart swells because they know that it’s real


  • He is having a very rough night
  • His coping mechanisms aren’t working very well and he just feels very useless and afraid 
  • So MC is like “that’s iT WE ARE LEAVING!!”
  • And drags him out (even though it’s like 5 am)
  • They drive to a cliff and Saeran recognizes it as the place where MC gave Saeran a promise
  • That promise was that they would always be there for him, they would never abandon him, and they would always help him with his recovery
  • That was two years ago, and the little flat area on the cliff has just as much magic as it did then
  • They huddle there together, watching the sunrise, and Saeran feels the tightness in his chest ease a bit


  • They’re both bored and can’t sleep (this was after they drank a lot of alcohol and slept all day from hangovers RIP) so they decide to walk around
  • It’s summer, so they’re bored and feeling a little adventurous
  • They end up driving to a lake where they had a picnic once even though it’s like 4 am
  • And of course, they skinny dip because they’re young and stupid
  • But all MC can think about is the way the moonlight shimmers on V’s hair, turning it silver and giving his pale skin a gentle wash
  • Combined with the dark water rippling against his chest, V looks like a mermaid tempting MC to their fate
  • But they don’t mind as long as they get to kiss V (and they do)
Seokjin Scenario: Silent Whispers.

Request: Can I get an imagine when your boyfriend Jin have been really busy and writes you at 3am when is free thinking that you’re asleep but you aren’t, you say you can’t sleep and he offer to put you to sleep and you think he’s joking (you can write that part how you like) so he’ll end in your house. You are a college student who lives alone and you both get nervous ‘cause is your first time sleeping together, please? super fluffy and cute!

Genre: Fluff / Romance

You were the only thing on his mind right now, his fingers moved fast while writing the message. -Manager hyung said we have a few days off, I’m sorry for being so far lately. I miss you jagi, hope you’re having a good sleep. Please write me when you see this.-

Jin felt bad somehow for not spending much time with you lately, the hectic work had been keeping him insanely busy; so even though he knew it was quite late and that you were most probably already asleep, he couldn’t help but write you when he was finally free. So he sent the message hoping for you to see it in the morning.

You were calmly lying in your bed, your eyes fixed on the ceiling and the moonlight peeking through the window was the only source of light inside the bedroom. You had been the same way for the past two hours, after playing with your phone, going through all of your social media and reading things until you gave up in trying to fall asleep. You changed the position of the pillows behind you and at that moment your phone beeped, announcing a new message. After reading it, an instant smile took place on your lips and lighted up your face. It was from your boyfriend, so you answered back.

- I’m not asleep Seokjin, and I miss you too, a lot.- You knew he was busy, and sometimes he would write you at odd hours but you didn’t mind it as long as you could get to talk with him.

You pressed your phone against your chest and didn’t have to wait too long for an answer, but instead of a message, Jin was calling you now.

-It’s past 3am baby girl, you should be sleeping already. Are you home? - he said softly through the phone and you felt so happy to hear his voice.

-Yes. But I’m having trouble to do so, I can’t sleep…-

-I see…- Jin stood silent for a moment before you heard him take a deep breath. –Should I come over and help you sleep?-

Now, you were the silent one processing his words. You felt your heart jumping inside your chest with the thought of Jin staying with you.

- Are you sure you can come here right now? – you asked and he laughed under his breath.

-Yes, if you want me to.- You sat on the mattress quickly, running a hand through your hair.

-For real? – your question was a mere whisper this time. Jin laughed again, he wasn’t playing about it.

-For real jagi. Do you want me to go there? – Jin waited until you spoke again and only then he noticed he was holding his breath.

-Yes – was all you said and that was enough, he smiled and looked at his watch.

-I’ll be there soon Y/N- You smiled and told him you were going to wait for him before ending the call.

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