never to dream of spiders

Imagine that Person A has had a secret crush on Person B for a long time.

Imagine that one day Person A has a dream. In the dream, Person C confronts them and tells them that they need to tell Person B how they feel. Person A says that that’s probably a bad idea and that nothing good can come from it. Person A says that they think they’ll get over their feelings for Person B. Person C shakes their head. Person C says that Person B’s life may depend on whether or not Person A confesses. Person A asks how, but they wake up before Person C can answer.

That morning Person A sees Person B. They nervously approach Person B and Person B asks what’s wrong. Person A pauses, hesitates, but finally tells Person B how they feel. Person B starts laughing, and Person A feels humiliated, but then Person B explains that they feel the same way about Person A and were never going to say anything. The pair decides to hang out at Person A’s house, on the other side of town from Person B’s house, that night.

That night, Person B’s home was burned down by an arsonist. Person A sees this on the news and immediately thinks of their dream. Person B notices that Person A acted a little strangely when they heard that the house burned down, but they never ask about it.

The Ghost in Apartment 1403 pt6

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.

Short summary;

Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him).

Part 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5 ,7

Credits: Loosely inspired by the movie “Just Like Heaven”

Namjoon watched the scene unfold almost as though it were a movie—there wasn’t much else he could do. It was maddening, the whole point of dragging you here was so someone would check on Jungkook, make sure he was okay, and that he made it home in one piece. That was all he wanted, but now he felt as though he had made the situation worse.

Maybe if he had left it alone Yoongi would be sitting with Jungkook now, instead of interrogating you. On top of that, once Jungkook found out you were lying he would just feel more betrayed and alone than he did before. Namjoon hadn’t planned for Yoongi to show up, and he certainly hadn’t planned on Yoongi knowing who you really were.

“How do you know who Jungkook is?” Yoongi asked when you stayed silent for too long.

“I—Yoongi, I wish I could explain, but I can’t. I just…” You glanced at Namjoon for a fraction of a second, worry in your eyes. “I need you to trust me that I’m not here to hurt Jungkook. I really just wanted to help him.”

 Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you and folded his arms. “That isn’t an answer.”

“I—“ You cut yourself off, looking at Namjoon again. “This is going to sound crazy, but just bear with me…” Suddenly Namjoon knew what you were about to do, and he knew it wasn’t a good idea.

“Don’t do it, he won’t understand.” Namjoon tried, stepping in front of you in an attempt to make you listen.

“I know who Jungkook is because Namjoon told me, and he asked me to come here tonight. Don’t ask me how, I—I can’t explain that part.”

“Now you’ve done it.” Namjoon grumbled, floating a few feet away from the two of you. He watched as Yoongi took a step closer to you, and you took a step back.

“I don’t know if you’ve lost it, or if you just think I’m that stupid.” Yoongi growled.

“Namjoon, tell me something only you’d know.” You muttered, and Namjoon saw no point in refusing.

“He stole a pair of shoes in eleventh grade because he wore a hole in his old ones and didn’t want to ask his parents for money.” Namjoon said quickly. He had sworn not to speak a word of it to anyone as long as he lived, but he was dead now so he didn’t think the promise applied anymore.  

“Do you think this is funny? Cut the crap.” Yoongi warned.

“Why didn’t you just ask for a new pair of shoes, surely your parents wouldn’t want you to steal—“ You still weren’t used to the fact that you were the only one who could see and hear Namjoon, and while your plan was to just repeat whatever he said, you had failed to stick to it. The idea of Min Yoongi—the cute kid who always shared his lunch, who would never dream of cheating on a test, and caught spiders to put them outside rather than step on them—doing something even remotely illegal was jarring. You guessed a lot could change in the years that you hadn’t seen him.

“I don’t know how you know about that or what sick game you’re playing, but—“

“I’m not playing a game!” You pleaded. Why couldn’t he just believe you? Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seokjin leave the club and make his way over to you.

“There you are!” He said. “I was getting worried. Who’s this?” He glanced at Yoongi who took a step away from you. You ignored Seokjin for the time being, and Namjoon put his head in his hands.

“We should just leave. I’m sorry I made you come here.” He said. You weren’t sure why you cared so much, but in the brief time you spoke to Jungkook you could tell that he was having a hard time, and though Yoongi was dealing with it in a different way, he didn’t seem much better off. You couldn’t help but to feel that if they just talked to Namjoon and knew that he was fine, they might be able to move on.

“Yoongi, I can explain everything if you’ll just listen.”

Yoongi took a deep breath before speaking again. “Look. Because we used to know each other, I’m not going to call the police. But if I ever see you near Jungkook again, I won’t hesitate.” With that he walked away, getting Jungkooks attention so the younger would follow him back into the club.

“Did it work?” Soekjin asked, and at your deep sigh he patted your back. “You tried. At least that means the ghost won’t destroy your apartment, right?”

You chose not to answer, walking away from both Seokjin and Namjoon down the street. You were tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep for a week—even if that was impossible.

“I’m sorry.” Namjoon called after you, following from a safe distance. Seokjin wasn’t far behind him, probably knowing better than to bother you right now.

You said your good-byes to Seokjin outside your apartment building, ignoring Namjoon the whole way up the elevator. You knew that your anger wasn’t entirely at Namjoon so much as the situation, but that didn’t change your irritation with him.

“What do you care if Jungkook is alright anyway?” Namjoon snapped, thoroughly annoyed at you ignoring him for so long. “You had never even met him before tonight.”

“I agreed to help you.” You replied, turning around to face Namjoon at last. “Not to be labeled as crazy by an old classmate, or have him threaten to call the cops on me.”

“What else was I supposed to do?” Namjoon retorted. “I couldn’t just leave Jungkook, and I had no idea where Yoongi went or if he was coming back. And anyway, it was your stupid plan to tell him the truth that backfired, not mine.”

“I know.” You sighed, sitting down on your couch. “I didn’t know what else to do though. I wanted to help. I mean, at first I didn’t care, but…” You knew that you probably shouldn’t care now, but that didn’t change anything.

“It’s my fault.” Namjoon ran a hand through his hair, taking a seat beside you. “I’ve seen enough movies to know better than to interfere with the living. It never ends well.”

“That’s true.” You said thoughtfully. Your anger had ebbed tremendously, mostly having been replaced by embarrassment. You picked up the remote and clicked on the TV, flipping idly through channels. After a few minutes, you spoke again. “Did being around them jog your memory as to how you died?”

“Nope.” Namjoon had pulled his legs up onto the couch, and you were careful not to stretch too far and put a foot through him. “They did mention getting hit by a car, though.”

“Hm.” You hummed, continuing to change the channel. Channel surfing irritated Namjoon to no end most of the time, but he didn’t seem to have any qualms tonight. “Did they give you any ideas about what unfinished business you might have here?”

Namjoon thought for a moment before answering. “Not really. Unless it’s to make sure that they’re all okay, which I’m not doing a very good job at if that’s the case.” 

“You mean like a guardian angel?” You asked, pausing long enough to look at Namjoon. He shrugged.

“No clue, but it’s the only thing I can think of at the moment.” He turned his focus back to the television. “Regardless, thank you for tonight. Really. If I wasn’t already dead, I might have died of worry about Jungkook.” You couldn’t help but to laugh with him, and for just a fraction of a second, you thought you saw Namjoon flicker.

You shook your head and blinked several times, but then it happened again. 

“…Namjoon?” You asked slowly. 

“Yeah?” He turned to look at you, his eyes still lit up with amusement at his own joke. 

“Nothing.” You returned his smile. Your eyes must be just playing tricks on you.

A/N I know, another short update, but at least it’s a little quicker than the last one! Thanks for reading, and I know I keep saying this, but thank you so much for your patience! I know it can get really frustrating to wait for updates, but you’re all so kind and understanding!! And as always, let me know what you think! Are Readers eyes really playing tricks on them? Do you think Namjoons flickering means something? Talk to you all soon <3 <3 <3

i just dreamed that. the Artist™ made an animated series + a book series to go along w the animated series + i watched it + me and The Artist or TA for short now, had some guy who brought me to life and now we had to do shit for him to live??? abd i had to fight but with a sword instead of water?? and it was. so fucking vivid i was surprised when i woke up and didnt see the book beside me and my laptop open
Radiohead, "Fitter Happier"

“Fitter, happier.
More productive.
Not drinking too much.
Regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week).
Getting on better with your associate
employee contemporaries.
At ease.
Eating well (no more microwave dinners
and saturated fats).
A patient, better driver.
A safer car
(baby smiling in back seat).
Sleeping well (no bad dreams).
No paranoia.
Careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole).
Keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then).
Will frequently check credit at
(moral) bank (hole in the wall)
Favours for favours.
Fond but not in love.
Charity standing orders.
On Sundays ring road supermarket.
(No killing moths
or putting boiling water on the ants).
Car wash (also on Sundays).
No longer afraid of the dark
or midday shadows.
Nothing so ridiculously teenage
and desperate.
Nothing so childish.
At a better pace.
Slower and more calculated.
No chance of escape.
Now self-employed.
Concerned (but powerless).
An empowered
and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism).
Will not cry in public.
Less chance of illness.
Tires that grip in the wet
(shot of baby strapped in back seat).
A good memory.
Still cries at a good film.
Still kisses with saliva.
No longer empty and frantic.
Like a cat.
Tied to a stick
that’s driven into
frozen winter shit
(the ability to laugh at weakness).
Fitter, healthier and more productive.
A pig.
In a cage.
On antibiotics.“

more productive
not drinking too much
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week)
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
at ease
eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
a patient better driver
a safer car (baby smiling in back seat)
sleeping well (no bad dreams)
no paranoia
careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole)
keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then)
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall)
favours for favours
fond but not in love
charity standing orders
on sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
car wash (also on sundays)
no longer afraid of the dark
or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
nothing so childish
at a better pace
slower and more calculated
no chance of escape
now self-employed
concerned (but powerless)
an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism)
will not cry in public
less chance of illness
tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat)
a good memory
still cries at a good film
still kisses with saliva
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick
that’s driven into
frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness)
fitter, healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics
—  Radiohead, Fitter Happier

anonymous asked:

Cub likes spiders? Welp I guess tigerdie quartz is gonna be a thing. Hes gonna be replaced by Cub

((Lol)) *is crying because cub likes spiders. She’s so happy. She never would of dreamed that tiger would like spiders*

Fitter Happier

Fitter happier more productive
Not drinking too much
Regular exercise at the gym
Three days a week
Getting on better
with your associate employee contemporaries
At ease
Eating well
No more microwave dinners and saturated fats
A patient better driver
A safer car
Baby smiling in back seat
Sleeping well
No bad dreams
No paranoia
Careful to all animals
Never washing spiders down the plughole
Keep in contact with old friends
Enjoy a drink now and then
Will frequently check credit at moral bank
Hole in the wall
Favours for favours
Fond but not in love
Charity standing orders
On Sundays ring road supermarket
No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants
Car wash
Also on Sundays
No longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
Nothing so childish at a better pace
Slower and more calculated
No chance of escape
Now self-employed
Concerned but powerless
An empowered and informed member of society
Pragmatism not idealism
Will not cry in public
Less chance of illness
Tires that grip in the wet
Shot of baby strapped in back seat
A good memory
Still cries at a good film
Still kisses with saliva
No longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick
That’s driven into frozen winter shit
The ability to laugh at weakness
Fitter healthier and more productive
A pig in a cage on antibiotics

roommates part two ; lh

Title: roommates p2

Prompt: after successfully finding a roommate, hemmings and the reader begin to grow closer and develop a closer relationship

Pairing: reader x hemmings

Requested: yes (:

Warnings: no

Word Count: 1433

Masterlist | Request? (: | part one

A/N: kinda shitty, but the next part if requested, will be so much cuter and fluffier i promise

“You better drop it, Hemmings.” You warned, putting on a brave face despite the fact you were absolutely pleading for mercy. Luke had moved in about a month ago and to say things around here were crazy would be an understatement. The current situation would be clear evidence for this. Luke thought it would be funny to chase you around with a huge dead spider. You never even dreamed that having a roommate would be such a thrill, but once again you proved yourself wrong. Not only did Luke know how to have a good time, but he also had such a loving heart. On the days were the sun didn’t shine for you, he was always there to comfort you. He was such a natural at being that shoulder to cry on, which surprised you to say the least, judging by his rock n’ roll and bad boy demeanor.  

You never wanted to admit it but you were actually quite glad your aunts had forced you to get a roommate, if you really think about it, if it weren’t for them, you never would have meet Luke. Despite the pain in the ass he could be, you were eternally grateful to have met him. “Oh c’mon, it’s not gonna hurt you. It’s dead.” Luke teased, looking in the tissue at the remains of the oversized intruder. You were placed on one end of the kitchen table while Luke was placed on the other. Why he insisted on torturing you with one of the things you hate most, you wish you knew the answer to. “Luke please.” You begged, clinging on to the chair in front of you. You’re pleading tone only fueling Luke up even more. Luke looked to the tissue again, and then back to you, “Well, I mean I could,” he trailed off, “but that’d be no fun.” He smirked.

Next thing you know Luke bolted towards you, resulting you in letting out a scream and running the opposite way, which wasn’t so easy seeing how the chairs were an obstacle. You made it to the end of the hallway and realized you had trapped yourself. Luke walked towards you with an evil grin, the tissue containing the dead spider in hand. You gave him a frown, “Luke, no.” Before you knew it, he launched himself at you and you let out a blood curtailing scream and slipped down to the floor. You shielded your face with your hands and knees. Luke’s laugh then began to fill the hallway, you looked up and saw him standing over you laughing his ass off. He finally took a breather and looked at you, immediately his face changed. “I’m sorry,” he began, running to the bathroom to throw away the tissue. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. I was just trying to mess around I’m sorry.” He apologized, you didn’t even realize you were crying until he said something. The fear must have overwhelmed you and that was how your body decided to react.

Luke sat himself on the floor next to you and threw his arms around you, “I’m so sorry.” Luke repeated, you began to laugh, making Luke pause and look at you. He then too began to laugh, it must have been contagious. “You’re an asshole, Luke.” Luke nodded, seeming to agree with your statement. “Hey, when you meet my friends, you’ll understand why I am the way I am. This one time, there was a spider in the bathroom and all of us were freaking out, and my mate Ashton picked up the towel we thought it was on. So we were all like on edge and then the little bastard acted like he was gonna throw it at us and then, and then,” he stuttered in between laughter, “Calum called him a cock and it was really funny, I can’t wait until you get to meet them.”

You really admired the way Luke talked about his friends, even if was a not so pleasant story, he still always managed to talk about them as if they were priceless mementos. His eyes always seemed to shine a bit brighter whenever he told you about them, which only seemed to make you more egger to meet them. “If they’re gonna be chasing me around with spiders, dead or alive, they will never step foot in this household.” You threatened making Luke shake his head. “I promise they’ll never do that to you.” Luke’s bright blue eyes stared into yours and it wasn’t until now that you realized how close your faces were. You didn’t want to admit it but yeah, you had a crush on your roommate.

“I don’t know about you but I’m tired of being on this floor.” You scuffed, your complaint making Luke stand up and offer a hand out to you. You gladly took it and he pulled you up rather faster than you had expected, making you lose your balance. You stumbled into him, he’s arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. Once again, your faces only inches apart. “I- uh, sorry.” You apologized, looking down in attempt to hide your blush. He reluctantly let you go and stuck his hands in his front pockets, trying to fight off the smile trying to make its way on his face. Without speaking you began to walk towards your room, turning around only to see he was looking at you with a sad look, “Well are you just gonna stand there or are you coming?” Instantly his eyes brightened and he was at your side in no time.

This wasn’t unusual, for Luke to be in your room, lying next to you on your bed whilst enjoying a nice chat with soft music playing in the background. You loved moments like these. Sure, you haven’t known Luke for more than a month or two, but you and him have a special connection. You feel like you’ve known him for years and little bonding moments like these make you feel all the more grateful to have met him. So here you are, Luke’s telling you some story about this one time where he got out of the shower, making the bathroom into a puddle and his friend Ashton had slipped and fallen because of it. La Dispute is playing quietly in the back ground and you and Luke lay a comfortable distance apart, engulfed in each other’s presence.

“No way! He must have been so drunk!” you exclaim, laughing about another one of Luke’s stories where Calum was trying to take a microwave or something and then a bunch of games fell out of his jacket. “Yeah my friends are something else, you’d get along with them great.” You smiled, “When am I gonna have the pleasure of meeting these lads then?” Luke looked around your room and gave you a lazy shrug, “I don’t know, their schedules haven’t been meeting with mine recently, but I tell you what. Tomorrow, I’ll call them and set up something okay?” He smiled, tapping you on the nose. The action making you scrunch your nose and retreat further under the covers and unknowingly closer to Luke. You jumped slightly and let out a little squeal when you felt an arm snake around your waist. “Sorry.” Luke quickly apologized, immediately retracting his arms with a blush. “No!” you shouted louder than intended, surprising both him and yourself, “I mean it’s okay, you just scared me is all.” The embarrassment you just lead yourself into making you want to disappear in the blankets. Butterflies filled your stomach when you felt the warmth of his arm return and pull you close.

You closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy the new embrace and the feelings it brought. You weren’t sure on how long you guys laid there like that in comfortable silence until Luke finally spoke up, “Holy shit it’s already midnight.” Popping your head out of the blankets, not believing what he said you looked at the clock placed on your dresser and sure enough, it was midnight. “Wow,” you spoke turning around so that you were facing Luke again, “time really flew by.” You giggled quietly, overwhelmed by the re occurrence of the closeness of your faces. “Hey, I have an idea,” Luke smirked, eyes looking at your with an unknown emotion. You raised your eyebrows at him as a piece of hair fell onto your face. Placing the hair behind your ear in a single gentle swipe, your body tingled from his touch. “Let’s go on a late night adventure.” He concluded.

Originally posted by irweicake

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