Summary: In which you go missing and it turns Eggsy’s world upside down.
Pairing: Eggsy x Reader
Word Count: 3,196
A/N: Well here it is, my first Eggsy fic. This is all thanks to @writingruna who, after learning that I was thinking about writing for Eggsy, sent me a bunch of requests to help motivate me to do it. It worked and here’s one of those requests.
The Kingsman never had a rule put in place about agents dating each other. At the time of the organization’s creation, they didn’t feel the need to. Becoming an agent meant making sacrifices. The unspoken assumption was that this meant giving up a chance at falling in love.
That assumption was made on the belief that falling in love with someone outside of Kingsman could only end badly. A relationship was meant to be built on the truth, and telling the truth was one of the many things an agent couldn’t afford to do. Secrecy was the most important aspect of the organization. There was also the fear that personal connections could become liabilities out in the field. What if an agent’s significant other was kidnapped and used as leverage by the enemy? Or worse, killed to exact revenge?
Love was complicated enough on its own. By adding a person’s status as a Kingsman into the mix, that equation suddenly became an unsolvable one.
There’s a standard
arrangement in hotels: Gladio and Prompto in one bed, Ignis and Noctis in the
If anyone asked,
Gladio would cite standard bodyguard procedure; he sleeps closest to the door,
and Noctis furthest. The rest falls into line from there, since Ignis and
Gladio are too big to comfortably share a hotel bed, and Noctis and Prompto
giggle and shove and whisper incessantly when left together.
The full truth,
though, is a little more selfish than that.
Prompto mumbles in
his sleep, sometimes snores, and more often than not winds up cuddled up
to Gladio by morning. Gladio actually
likes it; it’s easier for him to relax and fall asleep when Prompto relaxes so
completely, it makes him feel safe in a way that has nothing to do with his
weapon being within reach.
Noctis is too deep a
sleeper for Ignis’s late night phone habits to bother him. More importantly
though, Ignis sleeps lightly enough to cut Noctis’s nightmares off before they
get into full swing. Several times, Gladio has blinked awake in the middle of the
night to find Ignis whispering reassurances, holding Noctis close to his chest.
(Sometimes it’s the standard: “I’m here, Noct. Shh, I’m right here.”
Sometimes it’s murmured lists of stars, names straight out of an astronomy
book, constellations sketched out as wards against dark dreams. Never
“it’s alright,” though. Ignis probably couldn’t lie like that if he
Nobody ever talks about it in the morning.
Hell, maybe Noctis doesn’t even know.
Those stories the
guards used to tell about the young prince and advisor sneaking out at night,
the extra clothes Ignis kept in Noctis’s teenage apartment… There’d been some
jokes among the palace staff at Ignis’s expense, mostly from people jealous of
his position: “sleeping his way to the top” and whatever. Gladio
almost wishes it was that simple. He’d like to drag everybody who ever smirked
here to see this, to listen to the sounds Noctis makes while Ignis desperately
tries to hold him together in the dark.
Thank very much you for the ask and the opportunity to draw this, dear. He didnt turn out quite as I wanted but I like his drooly face 😴 Levi spends a solid 10 minutes wondering how erwin ended up like this and staring at his ass :D
Okay, so I like the head cannon about the Vagabond being an insomniac, but consider this.
Ryan barely sleeping in the pent house until he’s completely trusting of the crew. Like, no mask, first name basis kind of trust that has taken the crew nearly two years to achieve.
At first they don’t really think much of it. They knew it wasn’t easy to earn a guy like Ryan’s trust, but they never thought too deeply of it. Until they find Ryan power napping on the couch after a job.
And noticing how Ryan had made himself more than comfortable. Face pressed into the armrest with a noticable wet spot from where he’d been drooling. Long limbs stretched out in an unconcious claim, just enough that no one else can sit on it without disturbing the sleeping mercenary.
It’s a few more times they catch him sleeping on the couch the Michael and Gavin just fucking sit on him. Surprised that he doesn’t even stir as they play video games. Later that evening he nearly throws them off snapping up at the sound of Jack accidently dropping a plate.
They soon start finding Ryan fast asleep in almost every position. Sitting up at the table with a cup of cold coffee, leaning against the kitchen doorway, and in one rare instance they found Ryan on the floor just a few feet away from the couch looking like he was trying to crawl his way over and just didn’t make it. And lord have mercy if you’re anywhere near the man when he’s asleep. Jeremy was trying to rouse the sleeping giant, stifling a scream when Ryan pulled the smaller man onto the couch for a cuddle. A few hours and a blackmail picture later, Lil J was free and Ryan was still not awake.
Ryan being more likely to snore the longer he’s been asleep. Ryan snoring loudly.
Ryan not sleeping for days while out on a job to only come home and flop on top of whoever happens to be on the couch, declaring it ‘Sleepy time’ and forcing them to cuddle.
Hey there buddy, you wouldn't happen to have any Peter and Rita headcanons, would you?
i’m running with the assumption that this means headcanons about the two of them together
Rita stops flirting with him immediately after noticing the way he looks at Mr. Steel because FINALLY, it is ABOUT TIME someone noticed the boss like that, and wow they’re clearly so in love and she gets to WATCH
Peter goes to her book club one time and in the course of an evening learns how to read palms and wiretap an encrypted comms line, adds several questionable paperbacks to his endless pockets, and starts reading as well as doodling in his downtime
he tends to doodle in the margins though
Rita does not inquire about his real name, and Peter does not ask about her last name. they have a perfect understanding
Peter is the only person who can actually follow along with Rita’s plot summaries. Every time he stops by he asks her to fill him in on the last few episodes of Beyond The Seas of Venus (which is the one with the shipwrecked twins and the pirate and the lovesick king, right,)
he keeps bringing her pairs of earrings, and interesting and exotic snacks from various places he visits, and really nice pricey moisturizer, and expensive limited edition show merchandise
she gives him a lot of advice about Juno. he is considering her suggestion that they acquire a kitten.
mani/pedi movie nights? yes?
presuming that this isn’t some kind of Hell Future and The Princess Bride is still a beloved cinema classic, they have seen it together at least five times, because both of them are romantic losers
both of them can and will fall asleep anywhere and at any time and Juno has found them sprawled across one another on the sofa in front of a still-playing movie and snoring more than once
they have elaborate and incomprehensible in-jokes which are this point are more like some kind of code
they’re not allowed to play pictionary anymore
they’re actually not allowed to play any board game, because the combination of Peter’s flawless, calculated, but ridiculously overdramatic planning and Rita’s totally unpredictable game-breaking strategies made Mick cry and Juno shoot the game board
also, the way Peter plays Risk is… disquieting
He taught Rita how he cheats at cards and she taught him how to count cards
Juno’s “bad art collection” consists entirely of drawings that one or the other of them have done on various cases
Ok so this is pointless fluff I guess XD It’s a little short
as well because I didn’t know where to go with it. Anyway… this week’s info
session is on the Toronto Maple Leafs so send me information! Enjoy this guys!
Anon Request: Hey i would love if you did one with Andre
where he has broken some ribs in a game and he has trouble sleeping cause he
can’t find a good position where they don’t hurt. And the when he lays somehow
on top of you he finds a really good spot ?
going to kill him if he didn’t stop moving soon.
Summary: AJ finds out that the reader has never had an orgasm, due to a drunken game of never have I ever. And then he has his mind set on changing that as quickly as possible.
Warnings: smut, profanity?
Authors note: This may be absolute garbage but I really wanted to write this because it’s AJ motherfucking Styles. And I know for sure @llowkeys would very much like anything AJ related so yeah, sorry if it’s terrible honey…
I also wanted to make this so that the reader was quite a bit younger than AJ, I don’t know why but I imagine getting it on with someone older is so much hotter than banging someone your own age or a couple of years older than you.
Sorry if this is quite a long fic, I ramble when I’m nervous. I am officially exhausted and I needed this fic to be finished, so don’t be shocked if theres some mistakes or if it’s written badly. Plus the fic is long overdue.
You brushed at your teeth vigorously, letting toothpaste drip from either side of your mouth as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was pushed back with an animal themed headband and a thick face mask sat atop your skin, eradicating any black heads that had managed to nest in your pores since the last face washing. You hummed to yourself as you brushed, turning up the sound of your music as you bounced around in front of the mirror.
After another minty filled solo, you spit into the sink for the dozenth time and finally began to rinse. You grabbed the mouthwash, beginning to gargle, when a loud noise caught you off guard. For a moment, you thought you were dying. The mouthwash had begun to slide down your throat at the appearance of the surprising sound. You immediately launched forward, spluttering into the porcelain, and looked up to your reflection with wide eyes.
“What the hell?” you whispered, wincing and straining your ears in an attempt to focus. Another loud bang, followed by a crashing of what sounded to be a clay pot radiated from your bedroom and down the hall.
“Maybe it’s the cat,” you hummed to yourself, biting you lip. Your eyes quickly swept the room, eying anything that could be used as a weapon. You tentatively picked up the plunger, eying it with hesitation. “Well…this should be okay.”
You slowly approached the door of the bathroom and peaked out into the hallway. Your window was indeed open and there did seem to be someone attempting to get into it. You noted the broken potted plants scattered across the hardwood floor, dislodged from their place on your window sill. You jumped back into the bathroom, pressing yourself flat against the door.
“Shit, shit, shit,” you hissed. You immediately reached for your phone, your fingers pounding the emergency number. Just as your thumb hovered over the launch call button, you heard a gasp from your bedroom.
“LAAaaarrrry!” the voice hiccuped, deep and slurred. You shook your head, peaking around the corner again to see your next door neighbor, Choi Youngjae, pulling himself face first through the window and toward your cat.
“Youngjae?” you whispered, the plunger plopping at your feet as you rounded the corner and moved toward your room. “What the hell?”
Youngjae looked up at you with wide eyes as he slid the rest of the way through your window and landed with a thud. “Y/N…what are you doing in my apartment?”
You stood still for a moment, blinking slowly as you tried to process the situation. “What am I doing in…your apartment?” You looked around slowly, noting your bed, your desk, and your cat.
“And what is Larrrrry doing in my apartment?” he hiccuped, a breathy laugh escaping his lips. You nodded in sudden understanding.
He was drunk.
Youngjae pulled himself up, yanked off his shoes, and reached out with wobbly arms to Larry, who up until this point seemed fairly disinterested in the scene before him. You watched in shock as Youngjae sat shoeless in the middle of broken pots and discarded plants, cooing at your cat. His hair was disheveled, hanging in his eyes in pointed tendrils. There were dark circles beneath his usually bright eyes and he hiccuped as he spoke. His clothes hung loosely from his body, having given up their attempt to properly sit on the boy’s frame.
“Are you drunk?” you asked cautiously, coming closer to the young man before you. “You realize your apartment is next door right?”
“I’m not drunk,” Youngjae giggled, continuing to reach out for Larry.
“Youngjae,” you clucked, shaking your head and crouching down to be eye level with him. “You should learn to lie better.”
“I’m…I’m only a little tipsy. That’s what Mark told me to say if Jinyoung-hyung caught us. Is he here too?” he said, his eyes wide as he looked around the room.
“Why would Jinyoung be in my apartment?” you questioned.
“Because he’s waiting up for us!” Youngjae gasped as if the answer were obvious. “Jinyoung said that we could only go out if Mark took care of me and BamBam…but Bam drank one bottle of soju and Jackson had to take him home because he fell asleep on the pool table.”
You sighed, rubbing your temples and suddenly realized you still had your blackhead mask on. “Hold on a second.”
You shuffled back to the bathroom, peeled the mask from your skin, and rubbed a light lotion over the now irritated flesh. You tugged the headband from your hair and shook it out, reassessing yourself in the mirror. This would have to do for now.
You left the bathroom again, rejoining Youngjae as he had finally gotten ahold of the now complaining Larry. His hands ran softly over the cat’s fur, quietly whispering to the animal in what sounded like broken English.
“What are you saying?” you groaned, plopping down in front of him again.
“I’m talking to him in English, because that’s your first language,” Youngjae whispered without looking up. “I’m better at English when I’m drunk.” He immediately looked up with wide eyes again. “But uh..I’m not drunk, only tipsy. Please don’t tell JInyoung.”
You chuckled, nodding at him as he glanced up with pleading eyes. The helpless expression quickly turned to confusion before he pressed his fingertips lightly to your cheek. “Where did your lizard skin go?” he whispered innocently.
“Ex…excuse me?” you choked, pulling your face away from Youngjae’s hand.
“The little flaky black stuff that was just on your face,” he said, his eyebrows raised. “It’s all gone!”
“That was a face mask for blackheads,” you grumbled, shaking your head as you stood. You looked down at him and set your hands on your hips. “At night before bed I-” you shook your head again, realizing there was no reason in a situation like this. “We need to get you home.”
“YOUR home Youngjae, not the incorrect window,” you sighed. You leaned over, gripping Youngjae beneath the arms as you attempted to lift him up, but he completely went limp. He had become a wiggling bundle of ramen in your arms.
“That tickles!” he gasped, flopping around until you released him back to the floor. The noise frightened Larry, causing him to take shelter beneath the bed. The disappearance of the cat caused Youngjae to groan, lean backward, and slam against the floor.
“Ow,” he groaned, rubbing a hand underneath the back of his head. He looked up at you and sighed. “I like you with this skin more. You’re very pretty as a human, Y/N.”
You looked around the room quickly, confirming that you were the only one in it actually named Y/N.
“I - uh…thanks?” you stuttered. This whole situation was like a bizarre dream you wished you could wake up from.
“You’re welcome,” he whispered, his lids heavy as he continued to lay on the floor.
“How much did you have to drink, Youngjae?” you sighed, crossing your arms. You were unsure of how to act at this point and figured maybe if you could receive a bit more context to the situation, you could reach a decision on what to do.
“Four…five…” he began, but trailed as he looked at his fingers hovering before his face.
“Five beers?” you asked, tilting your head. You had been drinking with the Got7 boys on only a few occasions, a friendly outing between neighbors. You knew Youngjae preferred beer to soju, so surely he couldn’t have drank that much.
“Five pitchers,” Youngjae nodded, letting out a burp that nearly turned into vomit.
You groaned, leaning your head back to look at the ceiling. “I’m going to get you a piece of bread and some coffee. Then I’ll get you back to your apartment.”
“But that was my window,” Youngjae whined, pointing up to your window sill from his laying position.
“Okay Youngjae,” you sighed, dragging yourself from the room.
After a quick attempt at instant coffee and some toast with jam, you returned to your bedroom to find Youngjae passed out and still on the floor. A light snoring had begun to escape from his handsome lips.
“Of course,” you sighed, shaking your head. You bit your lip as you looked down to Larry who had once again emerged to more closely survey Youngjae’s snores. “What do you think Larry? Should we let him sleep it off?”
Larry looked up at you, then back to Youngjae. He proceeded to lick his chops before sauntering away and hopping onto your bed.
“I think so too.”
Your knock was heavy on the door to the apartment housing Got6. After a few rounds of heavy banging, you finally heard shuffling on the opposite side of the wood. The door sprang open, revealing a sleepy and haphazardly dressed Jinyoung, completely unamused.
“Not to be rude,” Jinyoung sighed, rubbing a palm over his tired eyes. “But do you have any idea what time it is?”
“I believe I have something that belongs to you,” you muttered, motioning for Jinyoung to follow you.
“What does that mean? It couldn’t have waited until morning?” Jinyoung croaked, pulling his door closed behind him as he followed you down the hall. “I know we’re neighbors, but are we really close enough for you to be inviting me into your home at strange hours?”
“I don’t know. Are we close enough for Youngjae to come through my window at strange hours?” you sighed, entering your apartment, and motioning to the end of the hall where you could both very vividly see a snoring Youngjae, now drooling on the floor.
“Oh for Christ’s sake,” JInyoung muttered, pressing his fingers against his temple and beginning to rub. “I told them, if they were going to drink, don’t wake me up. I didn’t expect for them to end up going through the wrong window again. How many of them are here?”
“Alright, first of all,” you said, your eyebrows furrowed as your mind quickly became lost in thought. “Again? This has happened before? With more of them than just Youngjae?”
“BamBam and Yugyeom ended up in the elderly couple’s apartment on the opposite side of us a couple of months ago,” Jinyoung sighed. “Cleaning up Yugyeom’s vomit while constantly apologizing to a woman my grandmother’s age was not the ideal way to spend an evening.”
“And Youngjae?” you asked, lifting your brows.
“He’s usually a very happy or a very emotional drunk,” Jinyoung nodded. “I can usually find him sobbing on the doorstep before three a.m. I guess he thought he was going to try and be sneaky like his other stupid members and take the window. The only ones who can ever figure it out are Jaebum and Mark…I don’t know why the others even bother.”
You let out a chuckle, shaking your head as Larry began to kneed on Youngjae’s chest. “Let’s get him back home.”
Jinyoung nodded, taking short steps down the hall in his slippers, and immediately leaned over to grip Youngjae.
“Yah!” Youngjae gasped, launching awake and pushing away from Jinyoung. He blinked slowly, trying to focus on the older member while simultaneously trying to wake up. “JIn…jinyoung hyung?”
“Jinyoung hyung,” Jinyoung nodded solemnly. “Youngjae, do you know where you are?”
Youngjae looked around slowly, making eye contact with you before surveying the room around him. “Um…not where I’m supposed to be?”
“Very good,” Jinyoung nodded, rubbing a hand over his tired face. “And where are you supposed to be?”
“At…at our dorm,” Youngjae whispered, looking down. His cheeks were bright red with embaressment. As he looked up again, tear marks stained his cheeks.
“Aish, it’s okay,” Jinyoung sighed, placing a firm hand on Youngjae’s shoulder. He patted the boy lightly. “Don’t cry, I know you’re tired.”
“I’m…I’m not drunk,” Youngjae said begrudgingly through sobs. “Mark hyung said I’m not drunk. I’m tipsy.”
“Of course you are buddy,” Jinyoung nodded, leading Youngjae from your room. He turned, smiling sadly to you before speaking again. “We’ll be by tomorrow to clean up and repot your plants…thanks for not calling the police.”
“The police are coming?” Youngjae gasped, spinning to look at you. “Is it because someone broke your plants?”
“’Someone’ would be you,” Jinyoung nodded. “And no, because ‘someone’ broke into her home.”
Youngjae gasped, bringing his hand to his mouth. “We have to protect Larry.”
“Larry has claws, he can protect himself,” Jinyoung cooed, continuing to make forward motion out of your apartment. “We’ll see you tomorrow Y/N. Youngjae, tell Y/N you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry,” Youngjae repeated with little interest. “And I’ll keep your secret.”
JInyoung furrowed his brows as he looked between the two of you. You shrugged, just as confused as he was at Youngjae’s statement. “Secret?”
“She’s actually a lizard woman,” Youngjae nodded seriously. “But I told her how pretty she is as a human, so that took care of that.”
Jinyoung rolled his eyes, opened your front door, and shoved Youngjae out. “Thank you and goodnight.”
Tonight, my sister Malia came over, bearing gifts of pizza and soda and offered to help me finish up my bedroom and pack for my Paris trip. She’s 3 years younger than me and nearly 4 inches taller than me, hence why I call her my big little sister. It’s always been us, Ny and Lia, since the day she was born on October 21st, 20 years ago. We’re close than ever, she’s my confidant and my biggest motivation. She always says she looks up to me, and that’s what keeps me going. I would of never finished my room without her help, she’s an interior design major and helped me a lot with purchasing decorations and picking a theme. Plus she’s taller so having her hang up stuff was an advantage. I haven’t seen her in a while, first she was in Toronto and then she was in Amsterdam with friends, and I’ve missed her dearly. We both had so much to catch up on and even when all I do is confess my troubles, she’s the best listener and helps get me out of my own head.
I love you, Lia, the best sister I could ever ask for.
Prompts: “You can’t just banish me! This is my bed too!” “You’re Satan.”
It was a blissful night, in your quaint little home. The night was cool, the stars were shining bright. The soft summer breeze filtered in through the room, cooling off everything it touched. It was a perfect night, really, as it was perfectly sil-
“Stephen, if you snore one more time, I will kill you,” You grumbled out in your sleep. You were just woken up by your boyfriend’s extremely loud snoring. Shifting uncomfortably in your bed, you tossed and turned while your boyfriend peacefully slept. As you watched his chest rise and fall with each breath, your eyes narrowed with each snore. After one particularly loud snore, you had let out a frustrated groan. Reaching for the pillow underneath your head, you quickly brought it out from under you and onto Stephen’s face. Hard.
“Hey!” He yelled out, angry that he was just woken up. Turning over, he sent daggers towards you. “That wasn’t very nice.”
“Your snoring isn’t very nice, either,” You retorted. Rolling his eyes, Stephen collapsed back against his pillow.
“I don’t snore,”
“OH, I BEG TO DIFFER!” You shouted as you hit him in the face with another pillow.
“Will you stop doing that?!” He angrily asked as he removed another pillow from his face.
“Will you stop snoring?” You snapped back. You loved your boyfriend, you really did, but sometimes he just annoys you so much.
“I’m telling you, I don’t snore,” He said with a huff as he turned over on his side with his back facing you.
“That’s it, mister-”
“Doctor,” He added, interrupting you.
Gritting your teeth in annoyance at your boyfriend, you continued. “Doctor. I hereby banish you from this bed!”
“You can’t just banish me! This is my bed too!” Stephen retorted as he sat upright in bed.
“Oh, no. You’ve lost that privilege. Go snuggle up with your Cloak,” You said as you fell back into your pillows.
Eyes narrowing at you, Stephen looked down at his girlfriend. “You’re Satan.”
Laughing at his comment, you send him a wink. “Yeah, yeah. You love me.”
“Mhm,” He replied as he took his pillow to the couch. As Stephen tried to get comfortable on the tiny couch, he eventually fell asleep listening to the soft howling of the wind.
You, on the other hand, were freezing. Without Stephen, the cool summer’s breeze became an arctic blast. You had only lasted for about half an hour until you were shuffling down the steps to your sleeping boyfriend. Smiling at the sight of him actually cuddling up with his Cloak of Levitation, you quietly padded over to him.
“Stephen,” You whispered as you gently shook his shoulder. Seeing him not move at all, you continue to try to wake him up. “Strange,” You said a bit louder, this time poking his cheek.
“Wha-?” He sleepily asked. Eyes adjusting to the darkness, he smiled when he saw your figure above him.
“I can’t sleep. It’s too cold without you,” You mumbled. Smiling at your confession, Stephen stood up from his make-shift bed.
“Don’t mind the snoring now, eh?” He smirked as you pulled him down next to you in bed.
“Shut up, Strange,” You sighed as you placed a lazy kiss to his lips.
Smiling down at your sleeping form, Stephen placed a gentle kiss to your hairline. “I love you too, (Y/N).”
125 could've been done in 3 pages, making it an entire chapter with minimum plot progress makes it boring and excessive.
Yeah totally anon, I mean who cares about characters or themes or any of that nonsense? Nevermind that this chapter represented with exquisite beauty and symbolic resonance the long-awaited emotional salvation of the main character. Nevermind that it depicted the fruition of a relationship crucial to the manga’s thematic core that has spanned two series. No, the ruler by which we should measure great literature is how quickly we can shove it down our throats. War and Peace? More like SNORE and Peace. Give me a page-long entry on Wattpad any day! In fact, I don’t like reading at all. Just give me a checklist with all the important events on it that I can read on my coffee break, since I apparently have zero emotional connection to anything I read. It’s a pretty good principal to apply to life in general, it’s the same reason why a Happy Meal is infinitely superior to Italian Gourmet.
The market square was
bustling as you set out a row of tarts along the counter of your stall, the
awning above flapping gently with the summer breeze. Your sister, Raina leaned
against the post next to you, gazing into the crowd with latent interest. Ever the
gossip, she reveled in market days and the opportunity to savour the rumours
swirling among the townsfolk of Ered Luin. Despite the staunch character of the
dwarven race, many could not help wagging their tongues about the latest
histrionics in the lives of their neighbours.
Hey, i love your imagines! Can you do an imagine for Grayson where y/n is in Australia for a week and drunk Gray is calling her cuz he misses her a lot. Thanks <3
a/n: i love this, im so ready to write this. and of course its so late im sorry babe
Warnings: none maybe a little aching in your heart
Boy: Grayson Dolan
Word Count: 505 words
Having to go to a wedding in Australia was a dream come true. You’ve always wanted to go, it was on your bucket list. You could finally cross it off.
Grayson was the only thing missing. He wasn’t able to come since you hardly knew the person getting married. It was someone your mother knew.
You missed him dearly. You had trouble sleeping without him beside you. You were so used to his body heat, his snores, and the protecting grasp his arms held.
The hotel bed was cold, lonely, missing him. The bed felt bigger without your boyfriend sleeping beside you.
Grayson was a mess. He never felt this way about a girl before. You are his everything. When you had told him about this he understood completely, but inside he was screaming, don’t go, please don’t leave me.
You’ve only been gone 3 days out of the seven, and you guys could hardly talk because of the time zones. You were fast asleep when he was just waking up.
He felt the same. He had trouble sleeping without you. He was used to hearing the short quiet breaths that would escape between your lips every so often, he missed your smaller frame up against his chest, legs tangled together. The soft skin of your tummy against his arms. He missed you. Your voice, your kisses, your hugs.
And soon he started to drink to block out the pain of missing you. One drink turned into two….three…four…five…six…seven, if he was feeling it. He throw up, go to bed, and repeat the next day.
He just wanted to let go. To forget you were gone. He knew you’d be home in a few days, but he didn’t want the aching of his heart to go on. He needed to escape.
Today was the worst. He drank more than he should of. It was about 11pm and he watched with blurry eyes as his thumb hovered over your contact name. Call her.
And he did. He waited as the ringing seemed to go on forever. It stopped shortly as a small “hello” came through the phone.
He sighed loudly, tears falling instantly, sobs taking over. He was a mess.
“Gray, babe, calm down, what’s wrong.” Your soft calming voice fills his ears.
“I miss you..” He slurs sadly.
“Are you drunk?’ You ask concerned.
“Yeah.” His voice cracks making your heart shatter.
“I needed to escape, you’re not here and my heart hurts, I just needed to block out the pain. I need you.
Grayson baby, I’m coming home. I’m booking a flight right now.” You state.
“No! I’m fine. Enjoy the rest of the days there.” He says his words laced with sadness. His head screaming I need you, I need you, I need you.
“I’ll be home in 14 hours babe, hold tight, sober up. I love you so fucking much Grayson.”
“I love you so much more baby girl.”
His snores fill your ears as you whisper a quiet “I love you most”.
I listened to Run to You by Lea Michele (its off her new album that coming out soon) this whole time. Probably why it’s a little tear jerking. Also probably my fav imagine written so far. Thanks babes. I hope you enjoyed this one
Request: Can I request an imagine where the reader is two years younger than Shawn (they’re dating but the fans don’t know it) and is worried that his fans are gonna hate on her but they actually end up loving her?
It seemed so easy at first. Well, a year ago it did, but everyday it got harder and harder, as if it were slowly ripping at the seams. As Shawn’s name got bigger, so did the risk of the blanket hiding your relationship being torn away. You both were private people. Shawn sometimes got nervous bringing his family into the light on occasion, so he couldn’t imagine how the media would treat you. He wanted to keep you safe. He didn’t want to ruin your normalcy just because his didn’t exist anymore. And you had no idea how the fans would take it either. The hate that hypothetically could fill your notifications didn’t settle at all with you, for Shawn especially. So you two kept it under wraps. You didn’t follow each other on social media, you guys snuck around to get where the other person was, you two definitely didn’t go out in public. The world didn’t have a clue.
Shawn was in the midst of writing his third album. He was able to finally settle down back at home and not have to worry about jet lag or whether he’s getting enough vocal rest for a show every night. And you were on summer break, so no more exams or assignments that you had to keep track of. Saying you were happy would be an absolute understatement, it allowed the two of you to spend more time together.
“Hey, how was the studio?” you asked, looking up from the book you were reading as Shawn walked into the bedroom.
When he was back home, you practically lived in his condo.
He slowly walked over and gently laid himself on top of you, snuggling into your neck.
“It went really well. I finished a song today, but when I was driving home I saw this new frozen yogurt place. We should go try it out later.” You sighed and looked down at him.
“Baby, you know we can’t. It’s too risky.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Everything is too risky,” Shawn mumbled. Hearing his tone made you frown.
“Is everything okay?” He propped himself up, making eye contact with you. Just by looking into his eyes, you knew something was bothering him. “Be honest with me.”
He ran a hand threw his hair, letting out a deep breath. “I’m tired of this.” The simple statement automatically made you drop your book and sit up.
“Tired of what?”
“The never getting to go out on dates. Always saying no whenever I get asked if I’m dating anyone during interviews. Staying inside. At first I thought it was the best option and it was, a year ago, but I can’t hold it in any longer.” You could feel your whole body freeze. Taking it in, your head moved down to face your lap.
“I don’t know, Shawn.” He took your head in the palm of both of his hands, moving it up so your gaze met his.
“I want to be able to hold hands with you in public. I want to take you out to whatever restauraunt we feel like eating at. I want to take you on tour with me. I just want to love you in front of everyone so they know that you’re mine and that I’m yours,” he pleaded. “It’s killing me knowing that I have to hide it. I shouldn’t have to.”
You took his hand into yours, lacing them together. “It’s killing me too,” you hesitated. “What if the fans don’t like me? They’ll probably say that I’m too young or how I’m using you for money.”
“Babe, you’re only two years younger than me, and who cares if they don’t like us. I love you, and if they can’t realize that, they’re gonna have to deal with it for the rest of their lives because I’m marrying you in the future whether they like it or not.” A smile broke out on your face and a million butterflies filled your body.
“You want to marry me?” Shawn chuckled and rolled over so you were laying on top of him.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” You leaned into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “(Y/N) Mendes. Rolls right off the tongue. I know we’re way too young, but when the time comes.”
“When the time comes,” you repeated, grinning. “We have to tell everyone first then.” Shawn’s eyes widened in surprise.
“You want to?”
“Well, I want to marry you in a couple of years, so we’re gonna have to.”
The two of you were making breakfast in the kitchen the next morning, but you didn’t notice Shawn slip out of the kitchen to go grab his phone from the charger in the living room. With shaky hands, he tapped on the Instagram icon and pushed the button to go on live. Immediately, thousands of people poured in to watch. Now that it was happening he started to get nervous. He couldn’t predict how people would react.
“Hey guys. I hope you’re doing well. I’ve been writing a lot lately. Maybe I’ll give you guys a sample later,” Shawn smiled, knowing a bunch of people were probably screenshotting or recording the whole thing.
“But I have something else.” As if on cue, you called out to him, making his smile grow.
“Uh, babe? I think the bacon is ready and I really don’t trust myself with hot oil,” you half shrieked, half laughed as the popping sounds of the bacon filled the kitchen.
Was that a female voice?
Shawn walked into the kitchen and set his phone down, helping you take the bacon off of the pan. Glancing at the screen, you saw how much it was blowing up, but your heart raced when you noticed the red box saying “live” at the top. Looking back at you, Shawn’s eyes immediately softened when he followed yours.
“Are you ready?” he asked, pulling you into his arms. “I can end it. We can do it another day. I’m not going to rush you.”
“It’s okay. Let’s do it.” Taking your hand into his, he led you to the living room and sat down, pulling you onto his lap. His arm automatically wrapped around your waist, the other holding the phone up.
“It’s time you guys know.” He then propped his phone up on the coffee table, letting you into the camera’s view. “This is my girlfriend, (Y/N)! We’ve been dating for a while, but we decided to keep it private until now. Trust me, she’s the greatest.” You were too nervous to look at all the comments, so you kept your eyes on Shawn. His words making you smile.
About time, Mendes.
Aw, you guys are cute!!
“Hi everyone,” you shyly said, only making heat rise in your cheeks. The comments were overflowing with support. It made all the butterflies in your stomach multiply as you read all of them. After warming up to the camera a bit, you started to talk a little more.
“Does Shawn snore? Eh, sometimes. It honestly depends, but when he does, it’s always in my ear,” you chuckled.
“Oh yeah? This one over here talks in her sleep occasionally. One night, she was planning a whole murder. It was terrifying,” he said into the camera. Your head flew back as you laughed. “What’s scary is she doesn’t even remember all of it.” He looked at you giggling.
Eventually, the live stream ended and you let out a huge breath. Shawn grinned at you, kissing your forehead. “See? They loved you. And now that everyone knows, we can go to that fro-yo place. I can even hold your hand while we wait in line,” he happily said, nuzzling his head into your neck. You hummed in content.
“We gotta eat the bacon that almost killed me first,” you added, standing up.
Groaning, Shawn followed you into the kitchen. “Frozen yogurt is better.”
Do you guys realize what this means? Alec has spent at LEAST 4 nights and Magnus’ and probably even more especially considering Magnus getting used to his snores. The more nights he spends over there means that he’s closer to moving in. ALSO Alec probably likes to cuddle in the mornings which is why he’s missed Magnus AND Alec knows Magnus well enough to know something’s wrong. I’M DEAD
The Silent Treatment- Soonyoung (Hoshi) Fluff/Angst
Request: Hey there! I see you want requests and I’m here for one ewe I hope you can make an angst but at the end very fluffy scenario with Hoshi where you two have a fight and start no talking to each other? I know im not being specific, don’t hate me ;n; You’re the best♡
Member/Group: Soonyoung (Hoshi) of SEVENTEEN
Summary: Every couple fights, some just choose to handle it in a more childish way than others.
A/N: Hey ya’ll! I have a few drafts that I am beginning to work on, so expect some future works for BTS. Anyway, Hope you all enjoy this a bunch! xx
It all started with a simple fight, really. When Soonyoung had left that morning, he had asked you to clean a shirt that he needed for a company dinner that night, and you being the forgetful person you were, had completely forgotten saying ‘yes’ in a sleepy haze. Obviously, you had not put the shirt in the washer before you had left to go to University, so you arrived home to a fuming and frantic Soonyoung hurriedly trying to use his blowdryer to get the shirt mildly dry before he had to rush out the door to meet with the CEO. No words had been exchanged between you, only somber gazes you sent his way as he sighed and shook his head. Before you even knew what was happening, you were yelling and dropping your bag on the ground as you stomped to your room and flopped onto the bed.
“It’s not my fault, Soonyoung! You know I can’t remember things when I am given instructions at 6 o’clock in the morning! Maybe you should have texted me like a responsible adult would!” Your words, though filled with emotions, fell on deaf ears.
Request: Can you write an imagine where you’re in love with Jungkook and he is your best friend but then he asks you to set him up with your coworker right when you’re about to confess so you lash out at him and he’s completely confused. Can it have a fluffy ending with him telling you he just wanted to date so he could get over you.
I walk over to the bench at the clearing over the hill; our spot. It’s been Jungkook’s and I’s meeting place since we were kids. We used to have picnics on the small patch of grass behind the mess of trees that concealed us, making us feel like we were in our own world.
I grip the piece of paper I hold in my hand tightly. I didn’t sleep a wink last night as I was writing it. My love letter.
I’ve loved my best friend Jeon Jungkook for the last seven years. I don’t even remember when I started developing feelings for him. It might have been when he stood up to a teacher for me in the sixth grade, or when he hugged me after I ran out of class crying about an embarrassing presentation. Neither of those memories would be memorable in a positive way had Jungkook not been there. He’s always been a kind and caring friend. He’s smart and funny and understanding and I’m not going to lie, super stubborn at times but I love that about him. I love that you really have to convince him to change his mind. Sometimes it’s upsetting to see him so defensive but when he begins to given in, he has this cute pout that I can never get over. I love his smile and his laugh and the way he says my name when he’s really tired or really excited. I just love him.
I decided yesterday that I didn’t want him to not know how I felt. I’ve shared every secret that I’ve ever had with him. Every single one except this one. I want him to know how much he means to me, even if he doesn’t feel the same way.
I was about to text him this morning to meet up but he ended up texting me first, saying that he needed to talk.
I start to feel nervous as I approach the clearing. I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship. I can’t lose him.
I stop for a second and breathe in and out. I open up my letter and read the first line. “Jeon Jungkook you are an absolute dork….. and I love you.”
I keep walking. I enter the clearing to see Jungkook sitting on our bench, his attention on his phone. Probably playing Crossy Road since I broke his high score. Did I mention he’s very competitive?
“Hey,” I say, sitting next to him.
“Hey,” he says lightly, not looking up from his phone. “One sec, I’m about to demolish your high score.”
I look over his shoulder. He’s approaching my score. I fight the urge to jerk into him and disrupt his focus.
He’s about to beat my score when he gets hit by an oncoming train.
“No!” He screams and I burst into a fit of laughter.
Jungkook just stares at me, trying to look upset but I can tell he really isn’t because he’s fighting a smile.
I lean in close and look him in the eye. “So tell me Kookie, how does it feel to lose I mean I wouldn’t know ‘cuz I always win.”
“Yeah, yeah” he says brushing me off, feigning irritation.
“I’ll beat you next time.”
He looks over at my hand and sees the letter.
I immediately feel my cheeks burn up and pull away.
C'mon I practiced this!
“What did you want to tell me?” I ask, changing the subject.
Jungkook turns to face me and leans on the opposite side of the bench.
“Jimin wants me to go on a double date with him next week and I figured it would be the perfect opportunity to ask out Lisa. Your friends with her; could you set it up for me?”
I feel my heart clench in my chest.
“Lisa?” I try to keep my voice leveled.
“Yeah. I know you guys work together so I was hoping you could chat me up or at least tell her I like her.”
He likes her. Lisa is absolutely beautiful. She has the perfect body and has that perfect soundboard laugh whereas I am average weight and I laugh like a hyena. Of course he likes her. It makes sense. It hurts but to be honest Jungkook would be with someone like her.
“Y/n?” Jungkook asks pulling me out of my thoughts. “Are you okay what’s wrong.”
I look down at hands trying to keep myself from crying and then I notice the letter in my lap. A furious fire builds up replacing the flood of sadness in my chest.
“Lisa wouldn’t be interested in you.” I say coldly.
Jungkook looks taken aback. I never really act like this with him.
“Why not?” He asks defensively,
“Because you’re you!” I exclaim, throwing my hand in the air as if I am pointing out the obvious. He looks hurt but I go on.
“Why would she go on a date with you. Lisa is basically perfect and you, you’re late for school every morning. You’re always on your phone playing stupid games. You snore in your sleep but not the weird gross obnoxious snore it’s more like heavy breathing with small snores every few minutes. And you are always doodling anime and sometimes you doodle on my arm and tell me that you want to see it on me the next day so I have to make sure I don’t scrub it off in the shower and you don’t even know how difficult that is but sometimes I don’t even care because I want to keep them too. You love to spoil shows. It’s like you don’t even mean to but you’re just so excited it comes out. And you are always taking other people’s sides when I talk about how terrible they are because you are just so kind you can never see someone as completely at fault. You- you, you are so completely oblivious to how I feel about you!. I love you!”
Jungkook’s mouth hangs agar.
"Y/n..” he breathes. “I-”
But I don’t let him finish. I’m already up, my letter tumbling to the ground.
Tears brim in my eyes but I look away so he doesn’t see me cry.
“No, you know what? I don’t think you’re oblivious. You just don’t feel the same way.”
I race out of the clearing as fast as I can. Away from Jungkook. Away from my best friend. Away from my first love.
Hope you like my first imagine. Let me know if you have any requests or want a part 2 or any other comments!