When he and Alicia first came to the decision that it was best if Bob didn’t renew his contract and they moved back to Montreal, he’d been certain that the restlessness would be unbearable and he’d be going completely screwy and debating putting himself up for free agency the next season. Back then, he’d thought he was going to be what Jagr is now - a legend made all the moreso by his adamant refusal to just stop already. Bob had been certain that he would never love life more than he did playing in the NHL. Until he retired from it.
Little one-shot idea that popped in my head. Hope you enjoy <3 (read on ao3 here)
“Juggie?” Betty peered around the door to the living room,
calling for her boyfriend questioningly. She pressed her lips together to
supress a laugh at the sight of Jughead slumped into the couch, arms crossed
over his chest. His face was creased into a deep scowl as he kept his eyes
locked forwards, refusing to turn and look at Betty.
“Still sulking, I see?” she mused, leaning against the
doorframe and watching him with a smile on her face.
“I’m mad at you” he ground out, still not looking her way.
“I can see that!” She laughed at his childish pout. Pushing
herself away from the doorway, she shuffled towards the couch and slid onto the
cushions next to him. She lifted her legs to tuck beneath her, angling towards
her boyfriend. “Anything I can do to redeem myself?”
He blew a deep breath through his nose, and rolled his head
along the back of the couch to look at her. While his blue eyes, roamed her
face, his features were still twisted into a frown. Betty quirked an eyebrow at
him questioningly. “Nope, still mad at you” he huffed, turning away from her
“I’m sorry Juggie,” Betty whines pleadingly, placing a hand
on his chest.
“You cheated, I’m sure of it” Jughead proclaimed accusingly,
making Betty giggle, raising both eyebrows at his statement.
“Oh yeah? How did I cheat?” She teased, her voice was thick
with amusement, wondering what he would come up with. Clearly his ego had been
deeply bruised by the whole event.
He was silent for a moment, thinking over his reply, before
quickly sighing “I have no idea, but I’m sure you cheated.” All he was
accomplishing was making Betty giggle more, causing him to grow more frustrated
“I didn’t cheat Jug, I’m sorry” she started playing with the
collar of his shirt as an attempt to soothe him, making sure to let her fingers
brush over the sensitive skin of his neck. She smirked as he saw him shifting
in his seat, clearly affected by her movements.
He cleared his throat before crying “but you must of!” turning
and facing her fully. “I mean come one, no one is that good at scrabble.” The seriousness of his whole composure insights
a fit of giggles in Betty that she could no longer hold back. Jughead was
sulking because after a series of tedious games with Archie and Veronica at
game night, Jughead had demanded to play something more intellectually
challenging, growing bored of the likes of Pictionary and go fish. Though
Archie and Ronnie had retreated home at Betty’s suggestion of scrabble, Jughead
had been more than eager to challenge her. Whilst at first he had done pretty
well, it didn’t take long before Betty completely dominated the game, beating
him by a landslide. Apparently, the loss had struck a nerve
“I don’t like it when you laugh at me Betts” he pouted. “I’m
serious, my ego is hurt! I’m a writer, if there is one game I was supposed to
never lose it’s scrabble!” He huffed, flopping back into the couch again.
Betty shifted herself so she was planted sideways in his
lap, making his gaze dart to her. “I think you’re forgetting something Jug” she
hummed, looping her arms around his neck, “I’m a writer too.” Jughead’s
concentration faltered momentarily when he felt her dainty fingers begin to
thread through his hair, an action which made him weak in the knees. “My
vocabulary stretches just as far as yours,” she continued, “I just chose not to
exercise it in everyday conversation like you do.”
His eyes snapped open where they had fluttered shut, soothed
by the gentle massaging of her hands in his ebony curls. “Unacceptable!” he
proclaimed, scooping Betty up behind her legs and bringing her to stand with
him whilst she squealed at the sudden movement. Once he placed her firmly on
her feet, Jughead turned to face Betty. They weren’t quite nose to nose, considering
how tall he was when he stood at full height, but it was pretty close.
“Betty Cooper, I challenge you to a rematch” he declared,
smirking at her. One of her perfectly shaped eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Didn’t think your ego could take another hit Juggie, I mean
you’ve only been sulking about the first loss for 1 hour and…” she grabbed his
wrist to look at the watch that rested there, “37 minutes,” she giggled.
“Oh Betts,” he reached to cup her face and softly pulled her
in to place a brief kiss on her full pink lips, “this time, I’m gonna destroy
you at scrabble”
Betty bit her lower lip, holding back a smile at his
newfound confidence. “Bring it on Juggie.”
Three games later, Jughead was convinced Betty had every
word in the English dictionary committed to memory. She had beaten him at every
single game, and each time Jughead reacted by yelling at himself with
frustration for a few minutes, whilst Betty watched him howling with laughter,
before he sat down again and began gathering the tiles to prepare for another
“Fine, FINE! I concede defeat!” he shouted, throwing his
arms in the air dramatically and slumping back in his chair. “I’m never playing
scrabble with you again.”
“Are you bored of sulking yet?” she asked, scraping the
tiles together and scooping them into the bag.
“Nope. Gonna milk this for a little while I think.” He muttered,
watching Betty shake her head at his stubbornness. When she started to walk
past him towards the kitchen, he caught her hand and pulled towards him, so
that she fell onto his lap. With a smile, she shifted so that she was straddling
him, placing her hands on each side of his face, stroking his skin softly with
her thumb. “How come I had to fall in love with a girl who’s so much smarter
and prettier than me?” his tone was dripping with teasing sarcasm, making them both
“I don’t know Jug, I think you’re very pretty” she teased,
pushing the dark curls away from his face, so she could lock eyes with him. “But
you do suck at scrabble.”
“Shut up” he grinned and reached up to pull her face to his,
they both smiled into the kiss.
Imagine #4: Best Friend Luke helping you while on your period.
Request: CAN YOU MAKE SOMETHING WITH BEST FRIEND LUKE HEMMINGS? PLEASE
Word Count: 644
You were moaning and groaning rolling in pain from the sharp stabbing sensation that was coming from your ovaries, it was that time of the month when the bloody river came and visited. This time around it was worse than last months, you had threw up from the pain of it and while on an empty stomach. The only thing that was really keeping you from going insane was your cat that kept purring and rubbing up against me.
“Thank you butter,” You mumbled not wanting to raise your voice all that much, a purr along with a soft bite was returned back to you. Resting your hand on the lower region of your body, massaging the area thinking that would help.
“Do you need a heating pad?” A voice questioned in front of you, jumping from the couch falling on the ground. A moan and another groan slipping past, “Jesus are you alright?”
“I’m going to kill you Luke Hemmings,” You spat out, taking his outstretched hand, he pulled me up from the ground. “I’m going to go and get a heating pad for you,” He told you after laying you back down on the couch, making sure to move around the pillows and blankets for you. “What are you doing here?” You wondered out loud, moving butter off the couch since he would keep walking on my stomach. I heard some shuffling and something fall from the liny closest, followed by a ‘Fuck’ and something being throwing.
“If you must know, I tried texting you and calling you asking how you were since I had a feeling you weren’t feeling so well.”
“You mean the facebook status I made?”
“Yeah, seeing your best friend post, ‘Why couldn’t the guy be the ones with periods? A garden gnome is stabbing me repeatedly for not being pregnant,’ made me slightly concerned.”
Luke walked into the living space, with a heating pad, along with the one blanket that you really wanted to cocoon yourself in but somehow it had gotten to be on the top shelf. He plugged it in near the couch, handing it towards you turning away when you lifted up the shirt tucking it underneath it. Than next handing you the blanket, he choose to take the blanket that you did have, reaching over to take the remote off the coffee table.
“What do you want to watch?”
“You’re staying?” You were shocked half the time, he would just come over here and help you out and then leave. Drawing his attention back towards his best friend, “Cuz I can, and I’m not going to be here for that much longer. There is an album that needs to be put all together,” He gushed poking you on the nose, before turning back towards the TV.
“I knew, I liked you for a reason,” Giggling pulling the blanket tighter around you, Luke smirking at the comment you made. “Yeah, Yeah you know you love me. You can’t go three days without talking to me,” He fired back in a playful way, “Who was the one that cried when I wasn’t spending the night for the third night in a row when we were seven?”
His cheeks heated up at the memory of that, “Shut up.”
“Who texts me literally everyday just to know how I am doing?”
“Secret life of pets, maybe?”
“Admit it, Luke you can’t go three days without talking too ME,” You teased, before holding back another cry of protest, from Luke suddenly laying his head on your chest. “Or maybe we can watching all the X-Men movies all over again?” Moving his head to look up at you, waiting for you to confirm or disagree with it. But you couldn’t say no to your best friend of thirteen year, “Sure I guess, just get some popcorn and tea ready.”
A/N: It took a while to get this chapter up, sorry. I’ve been traveling for a few days so I couldn’t really write on it. Sam’s kinda cute in this chapter. I’ve been getting a lot of love from you guys and it makes me so happy. I love y’all, okay. If you wanna be tagged in future chapters just ask <3 If your @ is crossed over, I can’t tag you.
It feels like the hug lasts for hours and eventually you fall asleep in Sam’s arms. He scoots up on the bed so that his body is laying against the headboard. He moves carefully, trying not to wake you as he lifts the cover at tucks it over your body and his legs.
He sits there with you in his arms as he thinks about what you told him before. Someone held her captive? What did they do to her? What did they make her do? Where is she from? All those unanswered questions and more didn’t leave his head and he didn’t feel how your heart started to beat faster.
Your mumbling had him finally looking down to you and you flinched a little. He shook your shoulder a little to wake you up but it didn’t work. “Hey, wake up.” He said as he shook your shoulder slightly harder.
You gasped as if you haven’t taken a breath in several minutes and your eyes looked panicked. “It’s okay! You fell asleep and you’re safe okay?” You nodded a little and Sam pulled you into a hug. His long and strong arms held you against his chest and he could feel how much just skin and bones you were.
“You hungry? I can make you something.” He said after releasing you from his grip. “No, it’s okay.” You mumbled. He stared into your eyes for a minute and he noticed how you looked everywhere except his eyes.
“Come on.” He said as he got up from the bed and took a hold of your hand. He dragged you along to the kitchen. “What do you like? Pasta? We got plenty of that for some reason.” Sam mumbled the last. When you didn’t answer he looked back at you.
You noticed his eyes on you and looked up. “I uhm, I can just take an apple.. If that’s okay..” An apple? She hasn’t eaten anything since she got here, she must be starving. “Of course it’s okay, I can make you something better, I mean, you haven’t eaten anything since you got here.” He found it weird that he was worried for a girl he just meet, but he couldn’t help it. She looked so alone and scared.
“I’m not that hungry.” You mumbled as you looked down to your feet. “Here,-” Sam handed you a green apple from the basket on the counter. “-but you can come here and eat whenever you like, okay?” You nodded a little as you took a bite of the apple.
“So, uhm, since-” Sam got interrupted by Dean in the middle of a sentence and when you head Dean’s voice you tensed. “What’s going on in here, huh?” Dean said as he walked up to the refrigerator and got a bear. “Just getting some food.” Sam answered, looking over to Dean.
“Hey kid, sorry of I scared you back there.” Dean said as he walked over to the table and sat down. “No worries.” You mumbled. “So do you have a name?” You looked up this time at Dean as you answered. “They called me Y/N.” Dean looked at Sam as he asked what she meant with “they” with his eyes and Sam shook his head, telling him not to question it right now.
Sam looked down at you again. “So Y/N, you wanna take a shower? We have towels and such for you.” You nodded your head and followed Sam down the hall. He stopped outside a door and you almost walked into him. “Wait here. I’m gonna get you the stuff.”
Sam came back with a towel, some leggings and a flannel and shampoo. “The, uhm, leggings are from an old friend who forgot them here and they might fit you.” You thanked him as you took the stuff. “You can lock the door if you want but we won’t come on if you don’t.” Sam said as he scratched his head a little. You nodded and walked into the shower room.
When your heard him walk away you locked the door. You quickly undressed and got into the shower. Your shower was quick and about 10 minutes later you were dressed in the leggings and the flannel. It reached all the way down to your knees and the arms were away too long. You found yourself freezing anyways so you didn’t mind.
You unlocked the door and got out. As you walked out of the shower room you didn’t watch yourself and you walked into someone, again. You let out a little scream and almost fell to the floor if it weren’t for the arms that catched you.
“You okay?” You recognized the voice as Dean’s and you looked up to in fact see Dean holding you. You nodded as you mumbled a sorry. “We thought we were gonna go to the store to buy you some stuff.” Dean said. “Oh.. okay.” Dean took a step from you and nodded his head down the hall. “Come on, Sammy’s waiting by the car.”
You followed Dean, and when you got up a few steps you found yourself in the garage. Old cars stood parked against the wall and you even spotted one or two motorcycles. When your eyes landed to the car in the middle on the room your eyes winded. You didn’t know much about cars, but that was a really beautiful one.
Sam was standing next to it and when he heard you two coming up the stairs he lifted his head to look at you two. When you locked eyes with Sam he smiled a little and you returned the smile. Dean walked up to Sam and Sam walked around the car and got in shotgun. You opened the backdoor and got in.
You reached out to close the door as Sam started talking. You jumped a little out of surprise, but Sam didn’t notice. “So Y/N, you can choose whatever you’d like that you think you’ll be needing.” You closed the door and turned around to see Sam looking at you, waiting for an answer. “Okay.” You replied.
Dean drove out of the garage and your nerves for going outside started to grow in your belly. Anything could happen out here. It took around 15 minutes to drive to the store and by the time Dean parked your anxiety were eating you up.
Dean and Sam got out of the car and Sam seemed to notice your discomfort. “Hey it’s okay. Nothing’s going to happen.” Sam said as he opened the backdoor for you. As you got out of the car Sam held out his hand for you to take. You didn’t care that you probably looked as a 10 year old holding someone else’s hand like your life depended on it as you took his hand.
He squeezed your hand a little and started to walk towards the store. “I made you a list, in case you forgot something. You can of course add stuff to the list too.” Sam said as he digged in his front pocket to get out the list. He gave it to you and you read it through a little.
As you three walked through the doors of the store Dean stormed off to the food section mumbling about not having eaten pie for weeks. There were a lot of people in the store and a heavy sigh left your lips.
Summary: The Avengers are called to destroy a HYDRA weapon, but when they arrive at it’s location, they find you there. Bucky knows you’re highly dangerous, your powers even more so, but he can’t help but get closer to you.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (slower burn)
Word Count: ~2500
Warnings: Language, angst, and food/starvation tw!! (nothing is majorly detailed, but it is mentioned/is a theme!)
A/N: Apologies for this update taking so long, but school has been kicking my butt, and obviously, that comes first. Still, I hope you all continue to enjoy this series! (Also, I’m putting a Wanda GIF because I love her & she’s a bigger character in this part.)
Cheryl Blossom was smitten with (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and everybody knew it.
It was something that, despite everyone’s differing opinions, could easily be agreed upon regarding the pairs relationship.
They had known each other for years-they couldn’t even remember a time where they hadn’t been friends. As they grew older, they ended up running in different circles but always remained close. Their relationship had only grown into something more a few months ago-though most people in town were expecting it to happen sooner.
The two girls sat in (Y/N)’s room working on an assignment-however, the redhead was paying more attention to her girlfriend than her work.
Cheryl watched (Y/N) as she shifted her position for the countless time. She was lying on her stomach-her books spread out in front of her while she flipped through their pages and wrote her notes. Her face morphs to express her confusion before her agitation grew not long after-being unable to understand what she was reading.
Cheryl bites back her smile as her head tilts, in the middle of taking (Y/N) in. Her hair had been tied up messily and her face wiped clean of what little make up had previously been worn. Her jumper was fitted loosely unlike her jeans that fit her figure like a second skin.
(Y/N) reaches a hand to her face to rub her temple gently, her painted nails on display-slightly reflecting the light in the room.
The small groan released from the girl on the bed snaps Cheryl out of her trance. “Are you okay?” she asks.
(Y/N) looks over to Cheryl who sat at the desk against the wall and offers her a small smile. “I just can’t seem to figure this out is all. How are you going?” she questions.
Cheryl glances down at her own her work, not at all surprised to find barely half a page of writing. “Could be better I suppose.”
(Y/N) rose to her feet and made her way across her room. She leant against the back of the chair and glanced over Cheryl’s shoulder. “Is that all you’ve managed to do?” she inquires in bewilderment.
The red head shrugs, shifting her head so she was gazing up at the girl. A smile makes a way on to her face as she watches (Y/N)’s eyes dart back and forth as she read the words in front of her.
Cheryl lifts a hand and tucks a stray piece of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear. Her movements freeze before she glances down at her girlfriend. Her mouth forms a small, amused grin as she takes in her expression.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, still not seeming to gain Cheryl’s full attention.
“You,” she answers bluntly, still letting her eyes wander slowly.
(Y/N) snorts and pushes back so she was standing again, she moves to sit on the edge of her bed. Cheryl swings around in the seat so they were still facing one another.
“You’re very beautiful,” she insists, unable to stop her own grin once more. “I can’t help but admire.”
“You’re one to talk.”
(Y/N) was rather realistic-she knew she wasn’t the prettiest girl in the world, or in town, but she could understand that there were some attributes she possessed that could categorise her as beautiful. Not that she thought about it often, beauty is such a subjective thing-one’s physical appearance wasn’t very high on her list of priorities.
“I don’t get it,” Cheryl tells her after a moment of silence.
“Don’t get what?” (Y/N) asks, her confusion written over her face.
“How we ended up together. I mean, I know…but I still can’t comprehend it.”
(Y/N)’s forehead furrows, “Why is it so hard to understand?” she counters, pulling her legs up so she was sitting cross-legged.
Cheryl crosses her own legs, one over the other, as she leans further back in her seat. “Well, I don’t know…I like you a lot,” she shrugs, “but we’re so different. I know what your friends think of us being together, what mine think and-”
“So you’re worrying about what our friends think? They’ll come around, Cheryl, I know they will. Once they see how happy we are. You are happy aren’t you?”
“I’m more happy now than I’ve been in a very long time,” she responds sincerely.
“I’m glad. You deserve to be happy. Look, I can see that you’re kind of having doubts about us right now…and if you want some time to figure it all out,” (Y/N) begins, feeling her chest tighten at her words, “I can give that to you.”
Cheryl frowns, already hating just the idea of not being with (Y/N). “I don’t want that. I’m not doubting our relationship,” she says, rising to her feet, “I’m just considering how successful this will end up being.”
(Y/N) lifts her head so she could see Cheryl, she stands from her bed and slides her arms around the redheads waist. “You’re thinking too much. Just let this happen. Our relationship is new, but I really want this to work out between us.”
“I do too,” she sighs, pulling the girl against her and resting her chin on her head.
“Then please, stop over analysing everything,” (Y/N) smiles, tightening her hold.
The two of them stood in the middle of the room, losing count of how long their embrace lasted. When Cheryl finally pulled back, she felt herself feel giddy almost at the sight of (Y/N) staring back at her.
She realised in that moment just how much she liked (Y/N). As a person, as a friend, as more than that. Cheryl couldn’t imagine not having her in her life. She didn’t want to.
Description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.
“Jungkook and his girlfriend.” The words leave Yoongi’s
mouth, and you immediately feel as if a hole has been punched through your
“S-sorry what did you just say?” You knew that you had heard
him perfectly clear, but there was something inside of you that didn’t want to
register the words as real, or truthful.
“I said Jungkook and his girlfriend. They’ve been fighting
so much these past few months, I don’t know why. Two years together, and you’d
think they’d learn how to handle each other.” Yoongi laughs, but you feel the
whole in your chest grow even wider.
“Two years?” You whisper, more to yourself in disbelief than
to Yoongi, but he takes it as that.
“Yeah, long time right?” You don’t say anything as you try
to turn all of your attention to the tears currently pooling in your eyes, and
trying not to let them spill over. You trap your bottom lip between your teeth,
and try not to blink, but it proves futile as you feel a wetness start to
streak down your face. Yoongi sees the tears, along with the way your hands
were starting to shake.
“Woah Y/N, what’s wrong?” You see Yoongi jump up from his
seat, round the table, and pull a chair up next to you. He notices you trying
to keep your hair down, so that he can’t see the way your tears were starting
to flow faster.
“Hey, look at me.” He whispers, and you turn hesitantly
towards him, but only slightly.
“Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” Yoongi takes his hand,
and lifts it up to tuck the fallen hair behind your ear, putting your tear
stained face on full display.
“I-I don’t know if I should, I don’t want you to think I’m a
bad person.” You sniffle out, as the weight of the situation comes crashing
down on you. Jungkook has a girlfriend; a girlfriend that he’d been dating for
two years. One that probably loves him a lot, and thought that these past few
months had just been a rough patch in their relationship. One that didn’t know
that Jungkook has been cheating on her for months with some random girl.
Requested by @chihuotheartist :
Hello! okay im gonna ask you in english so everyone can understand xD, the request is a darylxreader, where the girl has a strong daughter-father relationship with rick who is really unsure to leave the reader completly alone with daryl ,maybe it could take place in the farm or in the prison ?idk you choose if you dont understnd something just text me
Hope you like it boo ♥
Reader is 21 years old
(Set on season 3)
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL GRAMMATICAL ERRORS
The wind through
you hair, the sun kissing you face and the closeness with Daryl
all of it and that’s why every time you go out scavenge, you always choose to
ride with Daryl.
thought and same reasons for the man in front of you.
riding a bike means freedom but since the two of you grow close to each other,
every time you choose to ride with him makes him happy.
feeling you hug him from behind, and loves seeing your face through the mirror.
The way you
smile and the way your (Y/e/c) eyes shine warm up his heart.
you could see that there are strong feelings between the two of you…included
your uncle, and since your parents died in a car crash he was like a father for
you, he took you in, and took care of you since before the apocalypse.
protective toward you and seeing you grow really close to the redneck make him uncomfortable;
he knows that Daryl is a good man but he’s twice your age and that bother him.
doesn’t have the courage to say anything because he has never see you as happy
as you are with Daryl, and seeing you happy, makes him happy.
the prison, Daryl stops the bike just the time for Maggie to open the gate.
you get off the bike and stand beside Daryl: “So… do you wanna hang out with
could give you an answer, Rick get off the car and answer for him: “Daryl has
the guard duty today, why don’t you help me unload our loot?”
You look at
Daryl with a sad look: “I’m sorry, I’ll join you once I finish this”
“It’s fine, I won’t go anywhere” he answered smiling.
almost set when you find yourself climbing the tower’s ladder, Rick wanted you
to make the inventory of all supplies
“I’ve the impression that uncle Rick did it on
finally arrived on the top of the tower You see Daryl’s back, he was so focused
on his task that he didn’t sense your presence, so you walk silently toward him
and covered his eyes with your hands: “Guess who?”
“ah ah very
“ But I’m
not (Y/n) I’m the ghost of the squirrel that you killed the other day, give me
back the hazelnuts you stole”
shove your hands away: “You little smartass” and he start to tickling you.
Both of you
laughed loudly when suddenly, while you try to free yourself from Daryl’s
grasp, you both fall on the ground, you on top of Daryl.
point your laughs stopped, and both of you stare each other, however it’s a
You whisper while he lift his hands and tucked a strand of hair behind your
The two of
you stay like that for minutes until Daryl got up, helping you.
you say keeping your hand into his.
take it anymore” Daryl said before crushing his lips into yours.
responded immediately at his kiss; it was an slow and passionate kiss, full of
love and care.
sudden the door slam open: “Daryl have you seen my…niece” Rick stare at the
both of us, he was shocked, he didn’t know what to do.
“Don’t say anything
(Y/n) let me talk. I notice how you two got close in the last month and I didn’t
like it” Rick says looking at you.
ashamed, you didn’t want disappoint him, he was like a father for you and you
wanted him to be proud of you.
old for you, however, we’re in the middle of Apocalypse so, if the age gap isn’t
a problem for you two, why should I care? With this I don’t mean I’m completely
fine with that, I need time to elaborate but…what’s important to me is your
happiness (Y/n) and if he makes you happy, I’ll try to be happy for you two”
You run toward Rick and hug him tightly: “Thank you uncle Rick, I love you”
“I love you
too sweetpea…now go to eat something, you need it”
at Rick and walk toward the door, but before leave the tower, you turn back and
look at Daryl smiling at him.
smile appears on Daryl’s face.
closer to him and whispers: “Daryl…you’re my brother, you know that but if you
hurt her, I’ll make you pay for it”.
his hands on Rick’s shoulder “Don’t worry, her happiness is my purpose”.
Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part A)
A/N: Part 2, yo! I had to split this up into three letter parts, ‘cause I just couldn’t stop writing? 😂 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and 'She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1) Hope you like it ❤️
After a celebratory dinner with yours and Ava’s families, the four of you- you, Chris, Ava, and Sebastian- headed to a popular Los Angeles nightclub downtown to celebrate the way the four of you knew how; with dancing, and a lot of cocktails, though Chris avoided the latter as he was the designated driver. Both Chris and Sebastian told you and Ava they’d buy you all the drinks you wanted; Sebastian’s wallet was safe as Ava wasn’t a big drinker, but you- on the other hand- took Chris’ offer very seriously. All the times you had to turn down drinks because you had class, or work the next day- well, you made up for it tonight. You were lucky because you had a loving fiancé, his best friend, and yours to look out for you while you got absolutely hammered; and they were lucky because you were a happy, chatty drunk. But still, at 2:57AM- Chris cut you off and called it a night, dropping Sebastian and Ava off at your apartment before driving the two of you back to his house. But not without going upstairs to grab a few things first, the notebook you gave him earlier that day included.
“And we’re home,” Chris turned to you as his car pulled to a stop. He chuckled when you gave him a toothy grin; your glazed eyes told him exactly just how drunk you were. “Okay, darling. How about we get you an Advil and put you to bed before you pass out?” He suggested. “Don’t touch anything,” he instructed when he saw you reach for the door handle; you pressed your lips together and withdrew your hand in a childlike manner. “Just-” he chuckled softly, “let me take care of your drunk ass, please.”
He got out of the car as you huffed, “I’m not drunk,” crossing your arms over your chest. You watched as he walked around the front of the car to your side, opening the door for you. You looked up at him and titled your head in confusion when you saw him holding out his set of house keys for you.
“You hold them, Y/N,” he spoke slowly, trying not to smile as he patronized you. “You use keys to-” You cut him off, snatching the keys only to drop them on the floor of the car. Chris laughed and you pouted, realizing you were disproving your earlier statement. “Here,” he swept them up off the carpet and pushed it back into your hand. “You hold on tight,” he told you as he tucked one arm under your legs and wrapped the other around your back, “to me and the keys. Okay, my love?”
“Wheeee,” you giggled when Chris scooped you into his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he laughed as he closed the car door with his foot, walking the both of you to his front door. “I’m glad you’re here, Cap,” you slurred your words. “'Cause I don’t think Chris would be able to carry me, he’s not as strong as you are.”
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended,” Chris joked, earning another toothy grin from you. “I knew I should have given you a limit instead of setting you loose. I should’ve listened to your mom and kept you away from the Long Island iced tea, or should I say teas?” You nodded then laughed, though you understood about twenty percent of what he was talking to you about. “How many did you have again?”
“Mm…” You hummed as you pondered, counting the fingers on your hands. “I think two plus three minus two. So…” You stared at your hand, earning another rumble from Chris’ throat. “Three? I had three iced teas and they were very delicious,” you hiccuped then giggled. “About as delicious as you, Cap.” You booped his nose, drawing a soft chuckle which turned into a shoulder shaking laugh when you said, “but don’t tell my fiancé I said that.”
“You got it, doll,” he smiled. “We’ll keep that one between you and me, out of respect to your fiancé’s ego. Just out of curiosity, who would you rather marry? Me, or Chris Evans?” He asked you. “Okay, think you can manage to unlock the door?” He beckoned his head at the keys in your hand and you leaned forward to fumble with the lock. “I can put you down and do it if you want.”
“I’d marry Chris Evans in a heartbeat,” you answered his first question as you successfully unlocked the door. Chris seemed slightly taken aback by your quick answer, and before he could ask for a reason- you explained your decision, “he’s perfect. I know he’s not an Avenger, and he doesn’t spend his time saving lives around the globe and protecting earth from aliens and super villains. But,” you emphasized, then paused and smiled as you continued. “It doesn’t matter because he saved this life,” you pointed to yourself, poking yourself in the nose. “He saved me. From myself, from loneliness, from…” you sighed with a smile. “Just- he saved me from all the bad in the world. So yeah, I’d marry Chris Evans in a heartbeat.”
Chris smiled at the honesty and sincerity of your answer, an answer he loved because you’d said all that while you were drunk off your face. Like you’d told him numerous times before, and wrote in your mini series- “drunk minds always speak for a sober heart.” Of course he knew you loved him, but it was always nice to know how much. “He’d marry you in a heartbeat too,” he leaned forward and kissed your forehead.
“Who?” You quizzed as Chris walked the two of you inside, kicking the door shut with his foot. The noise woke Dodger, drawing him out of the living room and into the hallway. “Dodger!” You squirmed and Chris lowered you to your feet, grasping your arm and stabilizing you when you stumbled in your heels. “Hi buddy,” you sat on the floor, hugging the pup.
“Keep her preoccupied, bud,” Chris told Dodger, his hand on the front door handle. “I’m just going to grab our things, okay? Please don’t be like the you in the story and break things,” he smiled when he heard you giggle. “I’ll be right back. Watch her like a hawk, Dodge.” With that, he walked back out to his car to grab your overnight bag and the notebook.
Oh, that notebook. Chris was excited to read it. As tired as he was, he was going to read it all before he went to sleep. The entire night, the possibilities of the content had been playing in his mind. He remembered you telling him that you started working on it before he knew your name, so it was going to be interesting to see the difference in your writing as your relationship with him progressed. That, and he just loved reading anything and everything you wrote. You had a way with words that spoke directly to his mind, his heart, and his soul. You were a drug he’d fallen victim to, except you were the good kind that did him no harm.
“Babe?” Chris called when he came back into the house to find you and Dodger no longer where he’d left the two of you. “Please don’t be in the kitchen picking up a broken glass.” He mumbled as he headed into the kitchen, letting a sigh of relief escape his lungs when he didn’t see you there. “Dodger?” He called with hope he’d bark, but nah dah. He made his way upstairs and after looking in his study and the guest room, he found you in his bedroom. You were fast asleep; Dodger was under your arm with his head on your stomach. “I knew I could count on you, bud.”
Chris walked over and gently lifted your arm, beckoning Dodger off the bed so he could lift you and tuck you under the covers. Once he did that, he took your glasses from your face and set them down on your bedside table. He kissed your forehead then turned off the lights, sliding your heels under his bed so you wouldn’t trip over them when you woke up. “It’s okay, you can get back up.” He told Dodger, who quickly rejoined you on the bed. “Look after my girl for me,” he instructed his best friend then exited the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
Chris had a shower in the main bathroom, rather than his ensuite as he didn’t want to disturb your much needed sleep. You were going to wake with a terrible hangover in a few hours, he didn’t want to speed up a process that would only torture you. He slipped on his bathrobe then settled on his couch with the notebook in his hand. He was both excited and nervous. There could only be good things about him, right? Surely you wouldn’t give it to him if what was inside was something terrible. He shook his head with a smile when he realized he was a lot like you when it came to overthinking, perhaps that was why the two of you worked.
Carefully, Chris flipped open the front cover of the notebook. On the first page where a little detail box asked who the book belonged to, you wrote in a blue with your perfect handwriting: “Chris Evans: actor, director, and an inspiration.” Under that, scribbled in a red and dated the day after you spent the night with him for the first time: “also, the greatest love I will have in this lifetime and any lifetime after.” Chris’ smile reached his eyes as he ran his finger over your words, silently agreeing with you. It was too early in the notebook to start crying, but his vision was starting to get a little blurry already. He rubbed his right eye with his finger, remembering what you told him about what tears meant depending on which eye it came out of first; the right eye was happy, and the left eye sad. He turned the page and came to one titled 'Introduction’, his hand smoothed over your penmanship and he smiled. He took a deep breath then started to read.
You hated it; all the lonely nights in a cold bed, the fear that wrapped around your heart every single night, the sinking feeling of being ignored, the disgusting injuries and nauseous smell of blood.
You loved Tim, you loved him more than words could explain. What you didn’t love was the fact that his life seemed to be complete without you. Sure, he claimed to love you with all his heart, but where was he? If he wasn’t out being a hero and saving lives, he was whisked away by the amount of work he had. It was an endless cycle and you wondered if he ever considered putting you, his girlfriend, into the picture.
You tolerated it. You were patient and you waited, and waited, and waited. No matter how much it pained you, you kept waiting like a lovesick fool. Perhaps you were some lovesick fool to stay with someone who sometimes didn’t even bat an eye at you.
And then one day, you finally snapped.
“Hey Timmy.” you said cheerfully when he entered the apartment in a hurry. However, all you felt was a rush of wind as he shuffled past you. “Tim?”
“Not now, I’m late for patrol.” he muttered quickly, hastily changing into his costume.
Now, you were already upset. However, he had ignored you all day–again–and he didn’t even offer a greeting.
That was when it all came pouring out.
“You’re always patrolling!” you blurted out, stomping your foot. Tim, who had just finished putting his costume on, froze as his eyes widened in shock. You never shouted at him before.
“I hate this, Tim!” you continued, “I hate being the least of your worries! Every night, I go to sleep alone and every morning I wake up to an empty bed! And you know how scared I am each time that happens? I don’t know whether you left for work already or you never returned from patrol, because you don’t even bother to leave a note, or send a simple text saying you’re okay!” By the end of it you had tears of frustration running down your face. “You know, you keep hurting me and I just keep coming back to you, and frankly I don’t know how much more pain I could take!”
Tim frowned. Usually he would be consoling you and apologizing, but he had been having a rough time too. He was on multiple cases that seemed to only lead to a dead end and the crime rate was at its peak. He was frustrated as well.
“Look, can we talk about this after my patrol?” he sighed, already sliding the balcony door open. He wasn’t even waiting for an answer.
His impatience and attitude towards your outburst only fueled your anger, and so you hissed, “You walk out of that door and I’m not gonna be here waiting for your ass to come back.”
For the second time that night, Tim froze. He stood on the balcony, staring at you as if you had killed someone.
“W-What? [F/N], no.” He shook his head in denial. He had not just heard you threaten him with that.
“Make up your mind.” you challenged, crossing your arms. “Well?”
“[F/N], you’re being irrational right now.” Tim warned. He opened his mouth to say something else, but there were police sirens in the distance, and Tim spun around, his body facing the direction the noise came from.
Someone needed his help.
“Tim, are you seriously–”
“[F/N], can we please talk about this when I get home?” Tim said quickly. “Someone is in trouble. Please, I promise we’ll talk.”
You released a breath of defeat and hung your head low. Although you were angry, you couldn’t deny that there was someone out there who could by dying right now. Gotham needed him.
“Fine. Go.” you said quietly.
“No. Just go.” You said in a defeated voice, your voice cracking at the end of the statement. Tim looked at you sadly before dashing to you and giving you a peck on the lips, the first kiss he had given you in a very long time.
And just like that, you were a lovesick fool again.
“Someone needs me right now.” Tim whispered when he pulled away. “I’ll be back.”
As you watched him go, you mumbled weakly, “but I need you too.”
It happened so fast.
You didn’t know how that monster knew about you, but that wasn’t what mattered right now.
You need to run.
You need help.
You need him.
But he was gone. He was out saving Gotham.
You couldn’t even find the courage to scream when it struck you.
When Tim returned to the apartment, he was tired, but he was also worried about you. You seemed furious with him, and understandably so. He hadn’t been a very good partner lately, but he loved you. He loved you more than his poor heart could take, so he was going to do anything he could to make it work.
He had gone over hundreds of scenarios and possibilities in his head, but he never expected to see you on the floor, blood surrounding you and splattered on the walls when he entered the apartment.
No words could describe the shock and utter despair and fear he felt. He rushed to your side, lifting you onto his lap with shaky hands.
“[F/N]? Oh god. [F/N]! [F/N], open your eyes! Please!” Tim cried, trying desperately to get you to regain consciousness. He had tears in his eyes, staining his cowl.
“Please, please wake up.” he pleaded, his voice expressing the pain he was feeling.
“T-Tim?” He gasped when he heard your breathless voice.
“[F/N]! I’m here. I’m here.” Tim said, cradling your face with his hands. “I’m here. I’m not going to leave you, I should have never left. Oh god…”
“Tim… Tim you have to listen to me…” you murmured, your voice small and feeble. It broke his heart.
“No, you have to save your strength! I’ll get help–”
“No… Timmy… I-I’m not going to make it.” you choked. Tim shook his head madly.
“Don’t! Don’t say that, you’re going to make it!” he protested, clearly in denial. You sighed and, with all your strength, you lifted your hand and tucked on the fabric covering his face. Quickly, he removed the cowl.
The sight would’ve broke anyone’s heart. His eyes were red and glistened with tears. His lips were wobbling and he was sniffing as he struggled to control his tears.
“Tim… I-I love you.”
“I-I love you too.” Tim sobbed, holding your hand like his life depended on it. The tears wouldn’t stop.
“Shh… Tim, don’t cry.” you cooed, bringing a hand up to wipe his tears even when it took everything you had.
“Please don’t leave me.” Tim begged tearfully, “I-I need you [F/N].”
You smiled gently at him, your eyes showing so much love and affection. There was no trace of the anger you held for him before, and it only made him cry even harder.
“Sometimes you don’t get what you want in life, and you know what? That’s okay. You’re… you are strong Tim. You are my hero, my Timmy. You’re going to get through this.”
Tim shook his head. “No. I can’t. Not without you.” He was choking up. He could barely see you with how blurry his vision was.
“You can…” You closed your eyes slowly. “You… must…” Your hand went limp and dropped to the floor.
“[F/N]?” There was no response. “[F/N]?! No… please, no, you can’t–please! Please! I beg you! [F/N]!!!”
Tim brought your body into his arms and cried, not caring if he got your blood on his clothes. He held you tightly and refused to let you go, because he couldn’t. He lost too many people in his life, he couldn’t lose you too.
But he did, and in his own home out of all the places. He couldn’t help but think that it was his fault. This wouldn’t have happened if he had listened to you and stayed, if he was there to protect you.
Tim had saved countless lives. He was always there when people needed him.
Yet the one person who he failed to save, who he failed to be there for when needed, just had to be you.
Okay here it is. I got 2 requests one where the reader had nightmares and one with the readers first time. (Both with Elijah) I have never written smut besides this so please tell me what was good and what i should change.
There’s about 1.5 k words in this and an overuse of the word “Baby”
I have never run that fast. My eyes started watering just from me thinking what he could do to me. I ran even faster. The man’s expression didn’t change. He looked murderous. He wanted to kill me. I had to run for my life. I looked over my shoulder to see how far i had gotten, but i couldn’t see him. Before i even knew it i ran into him. I let out a scream struggling against him.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME” i yelled, kicking and screaming to get away from my killer. “LET ME GO”
“I’m gonna kill you.” he said before extending his fangs, and digging into my neck.
I woke up screaming next to Elijah. He quickly got up and turned on the lights. I was breathing quickly, and there were tears streaming down my cheeks. I kept seeing the man following me.
“Y/N. Y/N. HEY HEY RELAX” Elijah yelled over my sobbing and screaming. He put his arm around my trembling body pulling me close to his body. “Hey tell me what happened” he said after i relaxed a little.
“I… i love you Elijah but i’m scared” i cried. I didn’t want to be scared of his vampire side. But what if he one day lost control. I didn’t know how to tell him. How should you tell someone you’re scared of something that’s a part of them. “What if you lose control.” i whispered.
“It could happen. But no matter what i would never hurt you” he whispered. I relaxed a little more. I noticed how we were now laying. Elijah was on his elbow while i was on my back. I leaned up and kissed him lightly, but before i knew it he had his hand behind my head bringing me in again.
“Elijah…” i whispered but he caught me off with another kiss. I kissed him back rougher than before. I pushed him so i was on top of him. I straddled his waist and started kissing his neck.
“Y/N… Stop.” Elijah said when he realised it had gone too far. I was a virgin and i was actually really uncomfortable about anything regarding sex. Elijah knew i wanted to wait and he knew how i felt about it. He had been so kind telling me that he was fine waiting, and that he was totally okay with whatever i decided to do.
“Elijah i wanna do this” i whispered still slightly uncomfortable. I did and to have sex with Elijah, but i was scared. The man is 1000 years old, he had probably slept with countless of women, and done everything in the book. And here he is with a virgin who knows everything she knows sex ed and like two tumblr posts.
“You sure love. You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do” he lifted his hand to tuck a piece of hair behind my hear. I smiled knowing he meant what he said. He really did care for me. That alone made me decide i wanted Elijah to be my first time.
“I’m sure.” i said. Elijah flipped me over so that i was on my back, and he was hovering over me. He pulled off his shirt revealing his toned body. I had seen Elijah shirtless before but this was different. It was so intimate. I ran my hand from his shoulder to the waistband of his sweats. Before i could even think to pull them off him Elijah grabbed my hand stopping me. I was about to ask why he did it but when he pulled of my tank top making naked waist up i shut up. I brought my hands up trying to cover my breasts with my hands.
“Don’t. Y/N you are so beautiful you really don’t need to hide anything from me” he said pulling my arms away from my chest. He leaned down and kissed me before starting to kiss my jawline and neck. I moaned slightly when he sucked a hickey on my neck. I blushed embarrassed at the sounds he could get out of me. “Don’t be embarrassed baby” Elijah laughed before returning to my skin.
“I am though. I don’t know why.” i whispered heart flushing to my cheeks. I wanted to cry in that moment. I didn’t even know that having someone kiss my neck would feel good. I felt the tears burning in my eyes and i tried desperately to blink them away so that Elijah didn’t notice.
“Hey what’s wrong. Do you wanna stop” he asked getting up. I pulled the covers over my exposed body before replying.
“I don’t wanna stop it’s just… you have been with so many people and i don’t know… i feel like if we do this and i’m bad, you’ll leave” i said now there were tears streaming down my face. I knew Elijah wouldn’t do something like that, but a part of me was scared he was gonna be disappointed.
“Hey i’ll never leave, and i know you’re gonna be great. And yeah you don’t know anything but you’ll learn. I’ll teach you” he said the last part with a smirk on his face. I dropped the covers and pulled Elijah back on the bed. We started making out again and this time when he started kissing down my body i didn’t stop him. He placed my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. I moaned again and again i felt embarrassed but i didn’t stop him. Elijah started kissing further down my body until he reached the waistband of my nightshorts. He pulled them down revealing my black panties. He got up and pulled his own sweatpants off. I had never seen Elijah this exposed before.
“You’re so beautiful baby” he whispered while pulling down my panties. I smiled at his sweet words. Nobody could ever make me feel as good as Elijah did. He got up and pulled his own boxers off before reattaching his lips to mine. I kissed him back with passion.
“Elijah, please i’m ready” i whined when i felt his dick rub against me. I wanted him no matter how scared i was. Elijah grabbed my hand and kissed me but this time it was sweet and slow. I felt him at my entrance. He pushed t´just the tip in but i already felt tears in my eyes. It hurt so bad. I tried keeping the tears away but they surfaced.
“Baby do you want to stop” Elijah asked wiping the hears away from my face. I shook my head no and told him to keep going. I could see on him how much he hated hurting me. “Baby you’re hurting” he said trying to pull out again.
“Elijah it’s gonna hurt if we do it now or if we do it 100 years from now. Please” i whispered trying to hold back the tears and pretend like it didn’t hurt that much. He slid back in and this time without stopping.
“Are you okay baby. Tell me when to move” he sighed. The feeling confused me. It hurt but at the same time i felt a bit of pleasure. I nodded my head telling Elijah to move. The first time he did it hurt as much as the first time he entered me. He kept moving and after a while the pain disappeared and i started feeling pleasure. Only pleasure.
“Elijah” i moaned quietly. He smirked and leaned down to kiss my lips again. I kept moaning his name feeling more confident. Elijah grabbed my legs and put them around his legs and the feeling got way more intense.
“Fuck” i moaned as Elijah picked up his pace. I only realised what i had said when he chuckled. I never curse. I rarely imagined this moment but the few times i did i never imagined cursing. I blushed and tried to hide my face.
“Don’t baby.” he said and pulled my arm away. He quickened his thrusts and i felt an unfamiliar built up in my stomach.
“Elijah” i said unsure of what was happening. He grabbed my hands before whispering in my ear.
“Let go baby.” he told me. I did as he said and felt unbelievable pleasure run through my body. Elijah came quickly after me. He rolled off me and pulled me closer to him. “Are you okay love” he asked and i nodded my head. I had never been more okay than in that moment.
Hiii! Can I request a smut scenario for monsta x minhyuk? It could be a make-up sex or like when he suddenly gets jealous and he teaches you some “lessons”,whatever is comfortable for you to write ;) thank you!!
Thank you for your request! Here is the Minhyuk smut! You can say that I got a bit carried away with it because I’m not really the most comfortable with writing smuts, they always tear my brain in half, however Minhyuk is my bias from Monsta X so I guess I couldn’t help but get creative with it :P I hope you enjoy it!
- Ray :)
Jealous Minhyuk (Smut/ Fluff)
Reader x Minhyuk
Minhyuk watched bitterly at her running her fingers through his hair over and over again. He watched her smile at his jokes. He watched her maintain eye contact with him in the mirror, not once looking Minhyuk’s way. He watched all this as he leaned against the corner wall of the dressing room, eyeing them over the screen of his phone.
His fingers wrapped around his iphone tighter as he tried harder to focus on his phone. Another musical laugh made his ears burn as he watched her throw her head back in laughter at his words.
He watched Shownu wink at her in the mirror of the dresser, watched her look down in embarrassment, watched her cheeks turn a shade of pink, watched her go back to gelling his hair, watched him lean his head into her hands.
His knuckles turned pale, his jaw clenched and he saw red when that shy smile drew on her face.
Author’s Note: Last post of my 20 Day Challenge. Thank you to everyone who submitted requests. I really enjoyed this prompt and maybe got a little carried away? If you requested it, let me know if you liked it! (And if you didn’t request it, you can tell me how great or terrible it was. Yolo.) I have been starting on the new requests I have, I’ll be putting out at least one a week. You guys are awesome! :)
“Swimming!” Christian cried. You sat down on the edge of a
lounge chair by the pool; Christian standing between your legs, trying his
hardest to wiggle away from you.
“Soon, baby. You need sunscreen first.” you explained, squirting
some lotion onto your hands, slathering it over his soft skin. The summer sun
shone down around you, the scent of burgers grilling wafted through the
backyard, the steady chatter of family and friends surrounded you.
You and Max were at his mother’s house for an end of summer
picnic, a tradition she had started right before Max moved to Arizona for his
first NHL season. It had started small the first year, just a few close family
members and friends. This year, nearly 75 people were crowded in her yard, all
there to send Max off for the season. The three of you would be heading back to
your home in Arizona tomorrow so Max would be settled in and ready for training
“Dada! Swimming!” Christian yelled as Max came out of the
house. Max’s swim trunks hung low on his hips, his muscles even more defined by
the tan he had picked up over the summer. His face broke into a smile as he
sauntered over, kneeling in front of the two of you.
“Yeah, buddy, you ready to swim?” Max asked.
“Momma, hurry!” Christian said, trying to pull away as you
finished rubbing in the last of the lotion.
“Alright, you’re all done.” you said with a laugh.
Max scooped Christian up, pressing a kiss to the top of your
head before running over to the pool. Max jumped into the shallow end, your son
giggling excitedly as the water splashed up around them.
Summary: In which
Namjoon is a student struggling through university with the help of his roommates Hoseok and Yoongi. Tae, Jimin and Kookie are their take-out swiping neighbours. Jin is a stranger who brings flowers into all of their lives.
Genre: Fluff, University!AU
Length: 9.6k words
A/N: Just a lot of fluff and puns and flowers. Namjin is cute and so is Yoonseok, and everyone involved approves.
Sprawled out on the lumpy brown couch, one leg slung over the arm rest, using Hoseok as a precarious pillow instead of the couch backing with its numerous uncomfortable spots, Namjoon switched channels with a lazy flick of his fingers across the remote. Next to him Hobi stirred, a faint complaint rising in his throat but never actually voiced. Rules were rules after all, and they’d already watched three episodes of Hit the Stage. It was Namjoon’s turn to pick, and he’d be damned if he missed another Friends re-run so Hoseok could leap out of his seat and attempt to copy every other move of the contestants on the show. (He already knew at least 80% of the steps anyways, and that number was probably being stingy.) His roommate settled down after a moment and Namjoon leaned into him more, knowing he was taking a risk (Hobi liked to jump up unexpectedly) but too tired to care.
As Chandler, Joey and Ross bickered their way through some crisis or another, Namjoon let his mind wander. He was going to have to go back to the university today – he’d forgotten a textbook he needed to complete his paper – and despite living on campus, he was dreading it. You could call it sheer laziness, but with Sunday being his only day off from school and his part-time job, the thought of hauling himself over to McCaig Tower to grab something so minimal was irritating at best. Thus, his butt was still planted firmly on the couch, with no intention of leaving any time soon.