mina's shower

for you pt. 6 [M]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy!Taehyung, angst

Word Count: 5.3k

Originally posted by vminv

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It was happening again. The continuous melody of vibrations of your phone sang you to sleep every night. It was a constant stream of incoming messages and calls since the day he pulled out of your driveway. You had ignored every single one except for the one time when you both were drunk and screamed slurred syllables at each other until Mina ripped your phone from your palm and made you hang up.

Every time you left your apartment you held your breath, worried that his black car would be park outside your front door. But it never was. He had enough respect for you to know not to physically show up at your door. Probably worried that you would key up and down the sides of his precious piece of metal, not like you hadn’t thought about it before.

You swiped your phone into silent mode and do not disturb, hoping that for at least one night you would be able to fall asleep without hearing his voice ringing in your ears. Your breathing synced with your heartbeat as your eyelids falling heavy. “Please, not tonight.” you whispered as you gave into the sleep falling around you.

The curtains in your room were suddenly ripped open, blinding light came hurtling through the window as your eyes flew open. The sound of familiar hurried footsteps were pacing your floor, picking up everything you had been neglecting and placing them in their proper place.

“You’re disgusting, did you know that?” Mina huffed as she picked up a wet towel from the food floor and placed it into the hamper. “When was the last time you did laundry?”

You rolled over, covering your head with your pillows in an attempt to drown out your best friend. But Mina wasn’t having it. She ripped the blankets off your body and threw them on the ground, “Oh my god, Y/N. When was the last time you showered?” she dramatically plugged her nose to further emphasize her point.

“I really regret giving you an extra key.” you grumbled as you admitted defeated and sat up in bed.

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Originally posted by abitofeverythingstrange

Mina x Reader

Fluff ft. Clingy Mina


Word Count: 1166

Written by Admin LJ

Mina came home from work to find you in the same exact spot you had left you in earlier that day. You were on the couch, legs outstretched to reach the coffee table in front of you, laptop resting near your knees as you typed away tirelessly, eyes not even blinking as Mina walked in.

For hours, you had been working on a research paper that was due soon. You would have had it done weeks ago if it weren’t for you procrastinating up until just a few days before the due date, and as a result, you had been researching your topic since before the sun was even up this morning, and by the time Mina came home, you were only  a page and a half into typing the paper.

You wished you didn’t procrastinate this entire time, but you had much better things to be doing than writing a ten page paper on something you weren’t even interested in, but when it was nearly time to submit the paper, you realized that you had to do it, and now, with only a couple of days left to complete it, with your job and other responsibilities in between, you were in crunch mode.

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Trick or Treat

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You run into Jeon Jungkook when you’re trick or treating with your little sister. Later that night, he comes to play a trick on you, then again… would you mind? 

Word count: 2972

A/N: This is the last story from a Halloween project I’ve been working on. If you’re interested in checking out the other stories I wrote you can find them here:

Jin - Yoongi - Hoseok - Namjoon - Jimin - Taehyung - Jungkook

“Come on! Come oooooooon!!!!” Your sister shouted through the bathroom door as you washed your face. “We’re going to be late and there’s gonna be no more candy and I’ve waiting for this all year and I really want to goooooo!!”

She was a little too insisting and you were starting to get annoyed. You dried your face with your hand towel and opened the door abruptly. Whatever anger you had quickly vanished as you were welcomed by the most beautiful ladybug you had ever seen.

She was seven years old and the most annoying yet adorable little sister you could ever wish for. She would constantly bother you and make you feel angry and desperate but she was so cute and adorable that those feelings never lasted long  You were several years older than her after all.

It was Halloween and since your parents were out of town, so you were on Trick or Treat duty. You hadn’t gone trick or treating in years so deep down you were excited about it, even if it meant you couldn’t go to any of the Halloween parties you were invited to. Of course, you wanted to go out and have fun, but it wasn’t like you were dying to either; going around the neighborhood and going to bed early sounded good as well. It also meant you didn’t have to put too much effort into coming up with a costume and that was always a plus.

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insidiousmisandry  asked:

percabeth pitch perfect au

Annabeth goes to the party in the amphitheater because what else is she supposed to do? She has been initiated into this crazy lady-singing cult and she’s already drank their crazy sister-blood/cheap grocery store wine and now she’s One of Them. She has officially sold her soul. And that means she must party with them at midnight in the outdoor amphitheater for as long as she can stand it.

It’s better (or worse?) when she sees that Percy’s there. He’s too happy to accept a beer and a noogie from one of the older Trebles. When he turns and sees her walking down the stairs, the grin he gives her is near blinding.

“Annabeth!” he greets, pulling her into a clumsy hug. He is all limbs, and while Annabeth isn’t quite sure what to do with her arms, it’s clear that Percy is eager enough for the both of them. He pulls back and smiles at her. “Looks like you’re a Bella.”

“Looks like you’re trouble.”

“Ha! Right. A lot of Treble. You want a drink?”

And because he’s too much—entirely too much enthusiasm for the both of them, and perhaps that’s good (bad?)—she tells him that she’d love one. She watches him crawl over the stone benches when there’s a clear, obstacle-free aisle just a foot away, and she tells herself no, absolutely not, she will not bend. Logically, yes, he is hot. Tall, dark hair, light green eyes, broad smile. Dorkishly charming.

But she’s sworn an oath. She will not have sexual relations with a Treblemaker, no matter how hot she may find him, and seriously, how did she agree to this? The longer she looks at him, the better her chances of having her vocal cords ripped out by wolves.

(Who wrote this oath, seriously? And how prescient, knowing Annabeth would be standing in this very spot, watching carefully the grin on Percy’s face as he turned and waved at her near the keg; knowing the flip Annabeth’s heart would turn; knowing how absolutely screwed she’d be.)