please please please we need him back

so cold 03 / min yoongi

Originally posted by yoonmin

summary: after a week someone decided’s to show up at you dorm

note: the last part of the so cold, I hope this part is just as good as  the other two were

part 01 | part 02 

after countless days of just sleeping you managed to pick yourself up. the pain was still there but thinking about it either to stay still and not move or to overcome everything and forget about this past week made you very anxious. because part of you knew that you probably won’t let this go so easily. but the other part it felt like someone else was pushing you to stand up and back on your feet.

so you choose to get up and start fresh. with no worries not even a single thought about him. 

going into the bathroom you already knew what kind of a mess you were going to face. you. if these past few days have been the worst, well today you looked even worse. messy hair, unwashed while your face was so badly swollen. honestly you just didn’t care at all the way you looked. however since today was the day you’re finally going back to college you started a shower. washing your hair, face and body felt like you were erasing someone old you couldn’t recognize and a newer better of version was in front of the mirror. now standing with washed hair you put on an outfit, packed everything in your backpack and were off to college.

walking into your first lesson of the day was pretty normal. no one really asked where you were which was a good thing since you didn’t want to bring the past events back up. it’s not that you didn’t have friends. you did, but these people in your class were just your classmates and you would only hang with them in school. however you hated all of them. especially girls they were always bitching about other girls and talking about boys. that’s why you only had guy friends, that way there was no drama involved in your life. well now it is.

the college finished and you were now heading back to your dorm. stepping into the car you plugged in the key ready to start it when a figure pops beside your window. 

‘’y/n can you give me a ride home pleaseeeeeeee?’’ it was Jimin. one of yoongi’s best friends. the only time you would hang around with the other guys would be at yoongi’s house. usually you all would play beer pong or any sort of game that you found quite stupid. but at least you had fun and a good laugh out of everything.

‘’uh..sure jimin’’ you said and he ran on the other side of the car opening the door and sitting in ,throwing his bag on the back seats

‘’jimin buckle up your belt’’

‘’oh right sorry…’’ and as soon as he did that you started the car and drove of to his house. the silence was kind of awkward since you two hadn’t talked in about two weeks. that’s also the same amount of time you haven’t spoken to yoongi. you were thinking if maybe he mentioned anything to his other hyungs about you but praying that he didn’t. your friendship was over and that was it.

‘’how are you?’’ jimin asked turning his body to you. jimin was the same as ever his snapback that held that black messy hair in place, his gorgeous eyes and those lips that you were so always jealous of. jimin and you did talk quite a lot actually but since that day you haven’t spoke to him in a little while.

‘’been better you?’’ you answer quickly your eyes still facing on the road ahead of you. jimin lived about 15 minutes away from you. all of the guys lived about the same amount away and then you would all meet at yoongi’s house to chill. you wished that the ride would be short but today was one of the days it just had to be a huge traffic jam. 

‘’i’m good.’’ he says and you could feel his gaze on you. you pretty soon noticed he was looking at your face. so you turned your head to him as another red light popped up.

‘’can I help you?’’

‘’yeah actually I was just wondering…were you crying today?’’

and there it is. he noticed. he noticed something is up with you. you quickly bite the inside of your cheeks controlling your tears while turning your head away from him. honestly it doesn’t really matter if jimin knows or not but you don’t want to tell him your side of the story, you’ve been in pain long enough and don’t want to relive those moments.

‘’uh..jimin here we are’’ before you know it you two were outside of jimin’s house. you saw some movements from the kitchen’s window and noticed shadows moving in there as the music was blasting. you stopped the car waiting for jimin to get out but he insisted on you answering him.

right as you were about to tell him that you just had an allergy on something the door to his house opened and on the porch stepped yoongi. your eyes wide spread, heart pounding just like the last time not know what to do you quickly reach over to jimin opening his door saying ‘’get out please’’. he didn’t obey so you practically had to yell at him until he almost flew out of your car.

quickly closing the door you put in reverse and started going back on the road. in your mirror you saw yoongi’s face shocked and sad. as you were about to drive off you saw him running to your car, hearing your name being called over and over again.

‘’y/n please stop the car! wait I need to talk to you! we can fix this please…’’ 

but you were off.

you were at your dorm now sitting on the bed watching some series on your computer. you didn’t really think back at what happened 3 hours ago, since it could make you upset again so you distracted yourself with something else.

the weather outside changed so fast and it became gloomy. it started raining, large amounts of rain drops were now falling down from the sky and it became quite chilly. you moved your laptop away from you, getting out from the bed and stepping to your window. you decided to close it since it was pretty cold but as you were closing it you saw a person standing in the rain. drenched wearing all black clothes. then it clicked it was him. yoongi. if this wasn’t enough your heart started racing even harder when your heard your phone going off. reaching out to it and looking back up at yoongi, you noticed he was the one calling you. fighting with yourself not knowing if you should pick up or not you decided to do it.

‘’y/n? y/n please let me in…I…I want to talk to you it’s important please..’’ you could feel sadness in his voice and a few sobs escaping his lips. that made you start crying in seconds. you still cared so much about him no matter how many times you tried telling yourself you will never ever talk to him again. 

‘’the door’s open’’ you said closing the window and sitting back on the bed. you put your phone down, covering yourself in blankets like you were trying not to face the problem coming your way. what does he want? what are you going to say? why? so many questions were going through your mind and you needed answers.

hearing the footsteps approaching you twisted the blanket in your hand even harder, heart still pounding as if it’s going to explode out of your chest. he flung open the doors just like he always did. you kind of missed that, the way he would just barge in without telling you when he’ll come and then you two would have long conversations about nonsense.

‘’hi…’’ he started off slowly, his hair dripping wet making spots on your carpet.

‘’oh shit..’’ he hissed, looking that he’s making a mess on your floor.

‘’it’s okay’’ you shortly said and that made him look up to you. you couldn’t look away from him. his face was just as swollen as yours if not even worse. traces of tears were on it and unlike you he was lacking lots of sleep. all you wanted to do now was to run up to him and hug him, stay in his hug forever as his strong arms were giving you a feeling of protection. you wanted him to stroke your hair while you would put your head in the crook of his neck, smelling his signature perfume. it would always be like this, whenever you had a bad time or if he had. you two would be hugging for hours in complete silence which was normal for the two of you. 

still looking at him you couldn’t help but to cry as well.

‘’don’t cry please…’’

‘’how can I not cry…you broke me yoongi…the past two weeks, i’ve spent nothing but sleeping, I wonder how I’m even alive after all of this.’’ you said this in between sobs. letting all of your emotions go you didn’t care anymore how you looked in front of him.

‘’y/n…I’m so sorry for everything..I never meant to hurt you and make you feel upset is just that…I don’t know why I was acting like that but…’’ he trailed off wiping his tears with his sleeve.

‘’i realized something y/n…I’m…I’m in love with you too..’’ 

looking up at him you couldn’t believe what you had just heard. is he making all of this up just to make you feel better? or he actually means it. either way you are about to find out.

‘’stop with the bullshit yoongi…just because you feel sorry now doesn’t mean you can say such things…’’

‘’but I really mean it I swear y/ have no idea how hard it was but this week I realized everything. my other half. my better other half. i can’t be without you at all, you make me happy. so fucking happy y/n. and I love you…not as a friend, or a best friend but as something more..’’

‘’no yoongi…this is just a big no…i cannot believe you…why were you acting so cold to me then huh? and you even got a girlfriend what’s that all about then huh?’’ you were now standing up facing him with your whole body. you two were inches away from each other’s faces and you could feel the tension in the room.

‘’i just… I freaked out okay…I..uh..I was trying to tell you the same and when you told me first I was scared because I just didn’t know what to do, you’re my everything and I started fearing that if we would be together things might not go well and…then I was at some random bar where I met that girl and that was the way I was trying to forget about you but I couldn’t…you mean so much to me I don’t know what I was thinking y/n…’’

‘’yoongi I…’’ you were lost for words, part of you still confused but a part of you understood. and then his face grew inches and inches closer to yours. you backed away a little while his body was moving to you. before you knew it you bumped into the bed, yoongi’s hands catching you, while now you could feel his hot breath on your face. and bam. he smashed his lips onto yours but he didn’t move them. he just stayed like that waiting for you to kiss back. but you pushed him away, however he didn’t stop. grabbing you again he forced his lips onto yours, putting his hands on your wrists holding them up in the air while backing you against the wall. 

and then you just gave in.

you started kissing him back hands moving to his back, not caring that he was still wet from the rain. your hands tangled into his hair while he put his hands on your waist, pressing into you. you two kept kissing and it felt like you wouldn’t stop. after a while you to broke off and you just stared back into his eyes, slowly a tear slipped by across his cheeks you quickly taking your thumb wiping it off. he took you up in his arms placing you on your bed while he climbed behind you, spooning you into his figure.

‘’i’m sorry you were lonely…I’m mad at myself for not coming sooner but I just didn’t know…’’ he quietly said

‘’’s okay now..everything’s okay..’’ you said back to him. yoongi was also someone who didn’t know how to control his emotions, so you understood him not thinking about anything else but just him.

and you two stayed like that for the rest of the night, both not broken and not lonely, and again you felt happy just like you did before. with yoongi by your side.


REQUEST by ANONMOUYS: Can I maybe have a Roman smut where he and y/n are at a family party and y/n her ex is there, constantly flirting with her, causing Roman to get jealous af and when everyone leaves, he makes sure she’s his and his only omg

Warnings: Smut, language
Disclaimer: This is my first time writing smut so please don’t judge. Feedback and help are always more than welcome 


Finally the day arrived where I was looking forward to, unlike my long term boyfriend, Roman. He felt really uncomfortable with my ex being there, which I fully understood, but I had nothing against him.

‘’You getting ready?’’ I yelled from the bathroom. ‘’I’m starting to think you’re the one who needs more time than I do.’’

‘’That might be the case,’’ Roman laughed and came in the bathroom, wrapping both his large arms around me, ‘’you look beautiful babygirl.’’ He started to kiss my neck slowly, causing me to shiver under his touch.

‘’Babe,’’ I laughed and turned around to face him, ‘’I know I’m probably asking way too much of you, but can you, please behave today?’’

‘’Y/N, listen,’’ he took my hand in his and we walked into the bedroom, ‘’I’ll try, but how can I behave myself when your ex is in the same space as me, the same space as you? He will try to hit on you again, I just know.’’ He looked at me serious. I tiptoed and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders.

‘’I understand,’’ I pouted my lips as I ran my hand through his black hair, ‘’it’s the fact that him and I are still friends, otherwise I wouldn’t invite him, you know that.’’ I kissed his lips, immediately feeling myself getting aroused by the way his huge hands rubbed my back up and down. He sighed against my mouth and pressed his head against mine.

‘’I’m only doing this for you.’’


Both of our families and friends arrived at the house me and Roman shared together and it was pretty crowded. There was food that was being brought along with Patricia and Sika, Jimmy and Jey took care of the music and everyone was having a good time, at least, that’s what I thought. Little did I know that Roman was boiling with anger and jealousy deep inside, watching my ex and I talk with a couple of other friends. Whenever Dan, my ex, got a little too touchy, Roman shot me a dangerous look, signing me to take my distance. At times, I obligated, but he can’t order me around.

‘’Why don’t we grab a bite,’’ Dan said as everyone left, him being the only one, ‘’just like old times, you and I.’’ He smiled. I shook my head as I walked to the kitchen with a few plates.

‘’Look, I’m happily taken and I don’t think it’s smart to go and eat something, especially because you are my ex.’’

‘’Too bad,’’ he said, getting closer to me, ‘’I know you miss me y/n.’’

‘’There is a reason why we broke up, Dan.’’ I looked at him, suddenly realizing Roman was standing in the kitchen opening, arms crossed. ‘’You should leave, everyone left and we want some time for ourselves.’’

‘’Ah I see.’’ He turned around and looked at Roman. Dan chuckled and threw his hands in the air. ‘’Fine, see you later.’’ He walked past Roman, straight out of our house.

‘’What was that?’’ Roman asked low. He was frustrated.

‘’That was absolutely nothing,’’ I said, strolled by him, up the stairs. As I stepped inside the master bedroom, the door closed behind me with a loud slam, ‘’Roman, I’m not doing this now.’’

‘’So you and that jerk are meeting up?’’ He inquired, his voice full of anger and annoyance. ‘’Tell me honestly, do you miss him?’’

‘’Oh my god, Roman,’’ I groaned and sat down at the edge of our queen sized bed, ‘’you are being senseless.’’

‘’Oh am I?’’ He made his way towards me and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me up. ‘’Are you sure?’’ His hands grabbed my ass and I let out a small moan. ‘’I’m being senseless?’’ He mumbled against my neck, biting down on my sweet spot.

‘’Yes.’’ I whispered. I clenched my thighs together, feeling the wetness soak through the lace panties I was wearing. Roman noticed and his left hand traveled down to my center and rubbed me through the thin fabric. I let out a soft moan and gripped his biceps tightly.

‘’You’re all wet baby, all for me?’’ He groaned. I nodded and grinded my hips against his arm, begging him to do more. He chuckled and slowly lied me down on the bed, him towering over me. His hand, once again, slid down my body. He pulled aside my panties and slowly circled my clit with his thumb. I arched my back and threw my head back in pleasure. ‘’I’m still being senseless?’’ He asked. I nodded and pulled his face down to mine. My lips hungrily found his and I gasped against his lips as he slid two fingers inside me. He took advantage of my gasp and slid his tongue inside my mouth.

‘’Oh…my fucking…’’ My voice trailed off in a moan as he pumped into me with an exaggerated slow pace. ‘’Roman…oh fuckk.’’

‘’Does that feel good?’’ Roman growled. My breathing became uncontrolled as I felt myself begin to tighten around his fingers, reaching my peak. ‘’Not yet babygirl, not yet.’’ He slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty.

‘’Roman please,’’ I whined, ‘’I need you.’’

‘’What’d you say there?’’ He purred as he stood at the end of the bed, undressing himself, pulling his black t-shirt over his head.

‘’I said I need you,’’ I said louder. His tribal tattoo left me speechless everytime I saw it.

‘’Take off your clothes.’’ He demanded roughly, towering over me again. Impatiently, he grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Once I was fully naked, he took his time, looking up and down at me, shaking his head. ‘’You’re so beautiful,’’ his head dropped down to kiss my breast. ‘’And all mine.’’ The feeling of his tongue flicking against my nipple, his hard, thick erect shaft rubbing against my entrance, his warm body pressed  against mine, made me crazy. ‘’You want me inside of you baby?’’ He took a hold of his dick and slowly pushed the head inside. I arched my back, trying to push him inside of me more. ‘’Nah ah, use your words baby.’’

‘’Roman, please.’’ I breathed.

‘’Please what?’’ He smirked against my neck, licking a trail upwards to the spot behind my ear, making me shudder.

‘’I need you inside of me,’’ I whispered as seductively as I could, ‘’please?’’

‘’That’s my girl,’’ he gently said, pushing himself inside of me carefully, ‘goddamn y/n, you’re fucking tight.’’ Roman groaned in my ear, making me even wetter. We both moaned as he fully rested in me, grinding his hips in slow circles. He hooked my left leg around his waist and started to thrust, setting a wicked pace. His fingers dug in my waist, guiding me down as he thrusts into me, causing him to go deeper with every move he made. It felt like absolute heaven. ‘’You’re all mine babygirl,’’ he grunted, biting down on the skin right above my collarbone, making me cry out, both pain and pleasure involved, ‘’mine and no one else.’’ He pulled back and I felt it burn, knowing the mark would be hard to cover, but who cares.

‘’All y-yours Roman, oh fuck!’’ I moaned. ‘’Jesus Roman, p-please.’’ Feeling my orgasm coming, I was into anything that would make me cum. His thrusts became sloppy and less coordinated so I knew he was close too.

‘’You gonna cum for me babygirl?’’ He pants. I nodded, my hands wrapping around his sweaty shoulders. ‘’That’s it y/n, fuck, right there,’’ he moaned loudly as I felt his dick twitch inside of me. He kept thrusting, now roughly massaging my clit, sending me over the edge. I cried out, fireworks exploding as I clenched around his dick. Roman slowly pulled out and fell next to me under the covers. ‘’I’m sorry if I overreacted,’’ he murmured against my hair.

‘’You honestly thought I was flirting back?’’ I asked, looking at his slightly embarrassed face. I chuckled and traced my finger over his impressive tattoo. ‘’I’m yours Reigns, don’t you worry about that.’’

‘’All mine babygirl.’’ He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss.

Yellowstone- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

Ok so when you said traveling, anon, I’m sure you meant something grand, but to me I like road trips, so you got a long road trip full of ups and downs! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I liked writing it!

Warning: none!

Anon Request: Can you do a Auston one where him and his girlfriend go traveling together?? Thank you :)


              “Noooo we’ve already been there!”

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Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 87/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs)

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: suicide mentions, severe depression, anger

Word Count: 3,419

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A/N: poor Thomas man. ps the doctor is named after my sim, not Lin 😂

It was later. George and Lafayette had left, and so had the other people who came by to give their condolences. It was just the family..well, most of them.

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funky new year

Title: Funky New Year
Pairing: Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Daddy kink, some public shenanigans, and yeah there’s another camera involved.
A/N: So I’m finishing off my “spending the Holidays with Tyler Joseph” thing that I started with this one. I’m going to be working on a lot of new stuff for the new year, likemore Hourglass, the foursome, and all sorts of other crazy stuff. So here’s to the last fic I post of 2016. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Can you imagine after the third time the missus stops him and holds his face close while she's still trying to catch her breath saying "please I don't think I can take anymore, I don't think I'll even be able to welcome your mum later on, please just a little break god damnit"

You’re literally begging him when he comes back to your lips. You’re breathing deeply, barely able to get out what you need to. You feel lightheaded, your body exhausted from all that it’s doing in reaction to his tongue. 

‘Harry—please. M’not gonna be able to move if you keep going.’ You pant and he grins. 

‘Haven’t got any plans today anyway.’ He kisses you again. 

‘We do have plans, your mum is supposed to come by and if you keep—’ 

He presses his lips to yours again before you can go on about how you won’t be able to get up, put your panties back on or walk either.

‘M’just having my breakfast.’ He bites down on you bottom lip. 

‘Does your mum know you’ve got a filthy mouth on you?’ You roll your eyes and he bites into your neck and down to your collarbone. You’re too tired and out of it to warn him about the marks he always leaves. ‘Just give me a minute.’ You grin. ‘Can’t even close my legs without whimpering.’ 

‘One.’ He says. He’s only giving you one minute. 

Just Friends (part four) - Stiles Stilinski

Your knee was bouncing like crazy on the couch of your living room.  Your nerves were eating at you like angry gnomes in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m sorry-” Stiles tried.

“No don’t” You shook your head, looking behind you to the kitchen where your mother currently was.  She’d invited him inside, and Stiles didn’t have the time to say no before your mom ushered both of you into the house.

“y/n I know you didn’t want me to be here and if you don’t want me here then I don’t want to be here if I’m not wanted” You wanted to protest, but you just shook your head, and avoided his gaze.

After everything you’d literally gone through earlier that day, you thought that this wouldn’t happen.  But here you were.

Then your mom came back out, smiling as she sat in a chair across from you.  “So” She said cheerfully.  “How long have you been together?”

“We’re just friends” You said, voice dangerously close to a mutter.

“Okay, well then how long have you been hanging out?” She asked.

“I don’t know” You lied with a shrug.  Even though you knew it was a month and a day.

“Alright… are you going to let Stiles here talk?” Your mom asked, and you looked to your lap.

“Miss y/l/n, it was really nice meeting you, and I’d like to talk again, but my Dad’s been expecting me home for dinner, so I think I should head out” Stiles said while standing.  You secretly sighed with relief.

“y/n can walk you to the door, we hope to see you again Stiles” Your mom said, and you just nodded, walking behind Stiles while your mother went back to the kitchen.

“y/n I’m sorry- I don’t want you to be mad at me” He said, a hand on your arm as you stood in the doorway.

“I’m not-” You glanced to the other room, seeing your Mom was in the kitchen, then whispered.  “I’m not mad at you Stiles, okay? I’m just glad Jerry wasn’t around”

“So I can come by more?” Stiles asked hopefully, smiling a little bit.  You bit your lip.

“I-I don’t know Stiles” You said with a head shake.  “Can we talk about this another time?” Stiles got the hint that you were done with the conversation, which happened quickly with this topic.  “Just.. just give me a few days and I promise we can talk about it again, okay?” He nodded.

“Can I hug you?” You giggled a little, and nodded your head.  Stiles leaned forward, tugging on your arm and pulling you against his chest.  Both of his long arms wrapped around your back.  Your nose was pressed into the crook of his neck, arms laying on the front of his chest.  Stiles set his chin on your head, and after a few seconds, you realized you were swaying back and forth.  You let your eyes slip shut, just enjoying this that you have right here.

“Stiles” He hummed in response.  “Thanks” And that was that.  You pulled away, hands holding each other’s fore arms.  Everything that you’d needed to tell him, came in that one word.  He opened his mouth to speak again, but you heard the garage door in the back opening.  Meaning Jerry was home.


“You have to go” You rushed, and he stuttered  string of syllables you didn’t quite catch.  “Now, please” You begged, opening the door, and you pushed him towards it.

“y/n what’s-”

“Please just please go I’ll call you and we can talk about whatever you want I’ll answer any questions just right now you have to go” He paused, sucking in his lips and nodding.

“Okay” He said, walking out the door.  You were about to close it when he turned abruptly, taking your hand.  Your eyes shot up to his, and for the five seconds you stared at him, you realized no one had eyes as beautiful as his.  His hand squeezed yours, and then he let go.  “We’ll talk later” He said, walking off to the Jeep.  He got in quickly, and waved a little before driving off.

You stood at the door for a few extra moments, leaning on the frame and staring as his Jeep became a smaller and smaller dot.  You breathed out heavily.

Why’d you miss him?


You had quickly ran up the steps, entering the room, and closing your door silently.  You collapsed back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, fingers fumbling over your stomach.  You fell asleep curled up on the mattress.

You woke up two hours later to an obnoxious vibration and the sound of ducks.  Your eyes flickered open slowly, and you yawned as you grabbed your ringing phone.  You glanced at the screen, but pretty much knew only one person would call you anyways.

“’ello?” You mumbled sleepily into the speaker.

“Hey sunshine, did I wake you up?” You shook your head, then realized her couldn’t see you, so you made an ‘nuh uh’ sound into the phone.

“What time is it?” You asked quietly.

“About eight thirty, why gotta be somewhere?”

“No, no just wondering” You said, and rolled over to be laying on your side, curled up slightly under the covers, your phone laying on your cheek.

“So… care to explain earlier?” You licked your lips.

“Yeah okay” You said softly.  Stiles was patiently quiet, waiting for you to speak again.  “Um, Jerry came home” You said plainly.

“Yeah, and what is it that’s so wrong with him?” He asked with a slight chuckle.

“He just uh… he gets drunk and asks dumb questions” You said.  “I didn’t want to embarrass you”

“Please, I don’t know if there’s anything that could possibly embarrass me, I handled your mom right?” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right” You lied.  If Jerry met Stiles, you didn’t know who he’d beat the crap out of first, you, or him.

“So… I can still pick you up for school tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah okay” You shrugged.  “Just text me when you’re here, and I’ll just come outside to meet you” You told him.

“Alright, I can do that” Stiles said.  “I’ll swing through Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks on the way, what’s your favorite doughnut?” He asked.

“Oh, I don’t know I probably like any kind”

“Probably? Doughnuts aren’t like any other food, they’re a gift from the Gods”

“I’m an atheist Stiles” You chuckled, and he laughed with you.  You suddenly wished that you were there with him, hearing his laugh in person.  It always seemed to warm you up, lighten the mood.  But here, you just felt cold, and lonely.

“Alright, well should I be hanging up on you and letting you sleep?”

“Eh, we all know I’ll be up all night anyways” You said.

“So we can play games?” Stiles asked, a hopefulness in his voice, which made you smile.

“Yeah okay, what games?”

“Chutes and Ladders?” You rolled your eyes.

“Stiles” You scolded playfully.  “What games can you even play over the phone?” You asked, rubbing the corner of your eye.

“Truth or Dare?” He offered.  You thought for a moment.

“I think that’d just be truth or truth” You said.  “But sure, if that won’t bore you” 

“Yeah, sounds cool” He said.  “So, miss y/n, truth or truth?”

“Hmm” You pretended to contemplate.  “Truth” You answered with a giggle.  

“Favorite color?”

“(your answer)” 

“My turn” You said.  “Best memory?”

“Scott peeing on my sand castle in the first grade” You giggled.  “If you could have any pet in the world, what would you want it to be?”

“A turtle” You said.  “Not little, but big enough that I can carry them in both hands” You said.  “I’d name him Jelly” Stiles laughed.

“How creative of you” He said.  “Can I have a turtle too?”

“If I name it” You replied cheekily.

“Okay and what would you name it?” You thought for a moment about it.

“Alexander the Fourth” You replied after a few seconds of silence.  Again, Stiles laugh erupted from the speaker.  Your heart fluttered for an unknown reason.

You went on playing the game for another hour, your voice growing quieter as the night grew closer.  Your mother and Jerry had come upstairs and retreated to their room just down the hall.  You didn’t want to get into trouble for being on your phone, so you continued conversations in a whisper.

“Okay, goodnight y/n” 

“Hm?” You jolted, not remembering the past few minutes.

“You fell asleep, I’m going to bed now”

“How long was I out?” You asked, checking your phone.

“I dunno.. ten minutes tops” Stiles said through a yawn.  You held back your own.

“Okay” You said softly.

“Alright, well.. goodnight”

“Stiles wait-” But he’d already ended the call.  You pulled your phone from your ear, looking at the screen as it faded for a moment, before showing you your home menu.  “Goodnight” You sighed.

Maybe you’d talk to him later.

i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in a few days and i like to post at LEAST once a day… maybe i’ll write a quick little imagine to make up for that.  also.  WHERES MY STYDIA FANS BC THAT KISS(ES)!? DAMN! YES! words cannot describe how happy i feel.  my skin is clear i’m smiling at strangers and i’m flirting with cute peeps.  *high fives self* for once i’m thanking jeff davis.  have a good night everyone 
xoxo ~ jordie

*I’ll Be By Your Side (Newt’s POV)* Newt x reader

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Newt x reader. Its they night before their wedding and they are sleeping apart. The reader suffers from nigthmears if she is away from newt too long. When she wakes up screaming newt runs to comfort her. Only to be confronted by her pure blood parents who won’t let him stay in her room.

Squeezing your hand, Newt smiled at you as he sat beside you on the couch as you listened to your parent’s running through the final arrangements of tomorrows ceremony. Tomorrow you’d be marrying Newt, your best friend and soul mate. You knew you were meant to be together since the first time you met back in Hogwarts. You had both been sorted in to Hufflepuff and spent nearly every moment together. 

“Now… make sure that everything is laid out tonight so nothing is misplaced or forgotten” Your Mother looked over at the two of you, but you were smiling in to one another’s eyes, giggling. Sighing loudly to get your guys attention, she clapped her hands.

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I realised I loved you in the fall

and I think about Summer, all the beautiful times, I watched you laughing from the passenger side
Have I mentioned that Taylor Swift is a genius??

Anyway, Baz tells Simon that he loves him
Word count; 600
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I confessed my love to Simon Snow on a warm day in September. The was a park near his flat where tulips flourished in the late spring and resembled works of art in the approaching fall. A statue claimed to me Romeo at Juliet’s deathbed. Beside it was a bench. A bench with a plaque that read On Loves Light Wings. I had secretly decided that that was our bench, where I might propose to him, where I might weep over his body, and surely where I would tell him I loved him. We sat together on the bench, holding our hands together and gazing at the tulips, the petals were withering and the leaves were long gone. I said that they looked like art because art was always death, the most beautiful of it at least. Simon was the exception. I was not really one to loudly gush over my boyfriend. I loved a good romance, and some would argue that I was a sap, but I kept my composure. On that autumn day, I nearly let that composure slip. I had turned my head so that it faced the other boy,

”Snow.” He looked at me, a stupid grin smeared on his face. I couldn’t not smile when I saw that look,

”I need you to know that I love you.” When you strive to keep your dignity intact, you have to practice important words like these over and over. I had made a habit of replaying and replaying those words, rephrasing and rephrasing. But those words had tumbled out, just like that. Somehow, Simon seemed pleased. Not pleased. Simon didn’t do pleased. He looked positively ecstatic, in fact. His cheeks had gone all red and his smile nearly touched his ears, 

“I think I need you to know that I love you.” I grabbed his hand and ran us back to the flat.

I did not expect what happened next to happen. We did not get naked, we barely kissed. It was mostly lying next to each other staring at the other and listening to Snow say I love you until I told him he was driving me crazy. We kissed and I told him that I loved him again. And again… and then he was telling me to shut up. It felt so wonderful to say. I didn’t have to wait very long for myself to start crying. I knew I was going to, no matter how much I wished I wouldn’t. 

Simon had unbuttoned my shirt so that my skin was aginst his Doctor Who t-shirt. I could see all of the shades of blue in his eyes and smell that unwashed Snow smell. He was mumbling I love you again and I started to tear up. At first, only I would have been able to tell, but then the tears began to overflow. One slipped down my cheek and onto my chin. Simon looked into my eyes, 

“No… fuck. Why are you crying?”

I shook my head, “I’m not”

“I’m not that thick, Baz” I grinned, but didn’t say anything,

“You have to tell me.” He coaxed,

“Or what?” I teased. He rolled his eyes and I decided to just confess,

“I’m crying, Simon, because this is what I’ve wanted since I was 15, before that. Since I met you. To be in bed, squished next to Simon Snow while he tells me he loves me.” I was really crying now,

“What do you mean… I don’t understand.”

“Sometimes you’re just so dense. Simon. I have always loved you… and I always will.”

This might sound pretentious, idk I wrote it while highly sleep deprived and confused so who knows

Clingy Bucky.


“Bucky, what are you doing?” you asked as the big hulking man tried to scoot closer to you. “I’m sorry baby, I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” he said. “Buck, we’re sitting on the couch at Headquarters.” you told him. He sighed and scooted back over, but kept his eyes on you the entire time.

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

Request-Could you do a Stiles x reader like a family imagine and make it a little sad. I know it’s very vague. I’d appreciate it if you give it a chance. :) Thanks.
My family has always been sort of dysfunctional. My parents only got married because my mom got pregnant with me, and it was the right thing to do if someone is knocked up. Now they fight all the time because they were never truly in love, they dated for a few months and settled for comfortable once my mom got pregnant so most nights I drive over to my boyfriend’s house. Stiles and his dad are the closest thing I have to family. Mr. Stilinski says all the time that I’m always welcome but sometimes I feel bad for rushing over there. Stiles and his dad are the family I wish that I had, their bond is the strongest bond between two people I’ve ever seen. My body is so use to driving to Stiles’ house that even when my brain is so deep in thought, my muscle memory kicks in and before I know it I’m parking in the drive way. When I pulled up Stiles was waiting for me at the door, causing me to sigh, grabbing my overnight bag and getting out of the car and walking towards my loving boyfriend.
“Welcome home, baby.” Stiles whispered as my hands clutched the back of his shirt with my head buried in his chest. He kissed my forehead before turning us, breaking our hug to walk into the house that I’ve come to know all too well. Mr. Stilinski walked into the living room in his sheriff uniform, ready to go out for his night shift.
“Hey (Y/N).” He said giving me a small hug and shooting Stiles a smile.
“There is money on the table to order whatever kind of food you want, you know where everything is, just help yourself.” He said before patting Stiles on his shoulder and walking out the front door. As soon as the door shut, I was hugging Stiles again. He sighed, hating how upset I was almost every night because of my parents.
“It was a bad one, huh?” He asked causing me to nod, a small tear sliding down my face and hitting his t-shirt. I knew that I didn’t want to talk about it but at the same time I wanted nothing more than to vent to Stiles.
“Why don’t you go change and I’ll order us some food?” He asked causing me just to nod and headed to the bathroom to change into more comfortable clothes. Once I got in there, I looked at myself in the mirror and began to cry softly. Looking at myself, just made feel like I was the problem, they could have been happy with other people if my mom never gotten pregnant with me but instead they are fighting every night and acting like I don’t exist. I was a mistake and they make sure that I know that. Stiles and I have been dating for eight months and I have never said the words I love you to him because I’m scared that we will turn out just like my parents. Stiles and I already have college plans together, we have plans to live with one another, we have life plans but I can’t even say three simple words. I’m happy with Stiles, head over heels with Stiles and I never want us to become my parents, I want us to be like his parents. They loved each other more than anything in the world but it’s a toss-up, a 50/50 shot. As I took Stiles’ flannel out of my bag and slipped it on over my bra and boy short underwear, I couldn’t help but break down, I knew I was going to say it and it was going to be horrible.
“I love you.” I whispered softly before I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where Stiles had just hung up the phone.
“I ordered our usual.” He said, turning to me with a smile on his face, it fading as soon as he saw me crying as hard as I was. He was about to ask me what was wrong before I cut him off.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” I kept repeating as my body rocked with sobs. Stiles walked over to me in three steps and pulled me into himself, hushing me and rubbing my back, trying his best to calm me down.
“I know you do, I love you too, shhh, it’s alright.” He said causing me to just cry harder. We both knew the feelings where there but we had never said it because then it’s out in the universe, out for it to be destroyed. I pulled away from Stiles just enough to look him in the eyes. One of his hands my back, the other now cupping the side of my face.
“Promise me that we won’t end up like them Stiles, please. Promise me that we will always be happy and the minute we aren’t, we need to fix it, please Stiles, please, I don’t want us to be like them.” I begged tears still falling from my eyes, his eyes now getting watery as well.
“I swear to you, we will never be your parents, you understand me?” He questioned, causing me to nod and bury my head in the crook of his neck, trying to calm myself down from the panic that was building inside of me.
“Home is where your heart is, I know where your heart is (Y/N), it’s here with me and my dad. If anything we will be like my parents, my dad tells me all the time how much we remind him of how him and my mom use to be. We will be okay, we will be happy together.” He said causing me to nod, my crying beginning to slow down, my breathing getting back to normal as I listened to what he was saying.
“I know that we are going to spend the rest of our lives together, build a family together, a real one. We can have big thanksgivings and secret Santa exchanges. We will love our children just much as we love each other and if I am ever unhappy you will be the first to know. Okay?” He asked cupping my face, making sure I was getting better. I nodded, kissing his lips softly before Stiles pulled away, grabbing my hand and pulled me towards his room.
“We both know my dad is a procrastinator when it comes to house work but when I asked my dad about what I’m about to give to you, he came back with it in ten minutes.” He said, taking a small box out of the top drawer of his dresser and handing it to me. I opened it to find a key inside, it just looked like a normal key, a key to what, I had no idea. I gave Stiles a questioning look before he held up one finger and walked over to his closet, opening and showing me that half of his closet was empty, along with two out of four of the dresser drawers. He then pulled me into the bathroom and showed me extra shelves in the bathroom closet where they keep towels, extra body wash, shampoo and conditioner, I began putting the pieces together of what it all meant so I stopped Stiles from pulling me to anywhere else.
“It’s a house key.” I said, smiling, causing Stiles to nod and let out a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding. He was nervous for this, as if I was going to think this was all insane or that I was going to tell him no to something so thoughtful and sweet.
“I know it’s not a promise ring or a-“ He started but I cut him off by kissing his lips once again. Always second guessing himself.
“It’s perfect Stiles, thank you. Thank you for everything.” I said causing him to nod and kiss me this time and we stood there, happy, kissing each other softly until the doorbell rang signally that the food was at our house.

Phenomenal Night (2/3) - AJ Styles

Pairing: AJ Styles x OFC (Rachael)

Rating: Explicit

Genre:  Part 2 and 3 is just smut, just pure smut! Maybe some fluff in there too

Warnings: NSFW, Daddy Kink, Public Kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight inebriation (but still able to think straight), oral (male and female), public fingering, praise kink

Summary: After AJ’s win at the ultimate thrill ride that is WrestleMania, he invites backstage interviewer Rachael out for drinks to celebrate. And with AJ there is no doubt the night will be anything less than Phenomenal.

And let the smut begin! 

Part 1

Originally posted by vaniwin

AJ keeps his word about having me to himself. Once we get to a local dive bar, AJ finds a corner booth that is fairly secluded and away from the majority of the people there. He instructs me to sit in the booth first and then he slides in next to me, sitting so close to me I can feel his body heat radiating off of him, the smell of his cologne invade my senses. Oh God he smells good, I can’t place what it is he smells like, but I love it. AJ places his arm on the back of the booth, basically around my shoulders. He just has this presence about him that makes my wants to melt into him… or drop to my knees and take his hard cock in my mouth. Whichever the situation calls for.

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Jumin X MC: Happy When I’m With You

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3482

Your fingers pulled your coat tighter around your body, a shiver ran up your spine, causing goosebumps to litter all over your skin. A sigh escaped your lips, a small white cloud forming in front of you. Even with your thick coat, the blowing wind accompanied with the snow that was falling did nothing to keep you warm.

“Ms? Are you okay? Would you like to come in? It’s a cold weather outside, we wouldn’t want you to fall sick.” The door opened revealing a concerned waiter who had notice you standing in the freezing hour for two hours.

“Thank you for your concern but in waiting for my husband.” You smiled at the waiter even though smiling was the last thing you wanted to do right now. “Are you sure? Would you like to wait inside?”

“Thanks but I should probably go home, he’s probably not going to come anyways.” “Alright, well then, stay safe.” The waiter left while you did the same, the white snow crunching beneath your boots. The wind blew harshly, making your body colder than it already is.

Once you reached your shared home, your numb fingers fumbled with the key, taking you a little while to open the door. The warm air was definitely welcomed as you took off your coat and boots. The lights were all turned off, letting you know that Jumin was still not home.

You desperately tried to warm yourself though the blankets didn’t seem do much to keep you warm. To distract yourself, you turned on the television, clicking on the remote to find a channel that is interesting. The noise of the door being unlocked caught your attention, so you lowered the volume of the television.

“Hey, where were you?” You asked softly, turning to Jumin who kicked off his shoes. “Work.” He replied coldly, removing his black coat. Jumin looked tired, his hair slightly more messy than usual.

“Did you know we had dinner plans today?” You spoke softly. “Yes.” “Then why didn’t you turn up?” Hearing his answer made your heart ached. “I was busy trying to settle an important deal,what’s with all the questions?” Based on the tone of his voice, he sounded annoyed.

“You should’ve called me to let me know instead of leaving me in the cold waiting for you.” Jumin glances coldly at you, loosening his tie. A small wave of nausea and dizziness hits you but you ignored it. “We could reschedule if that’s what you wanted.” Jumin said it as if he wanted to end this conversation as soon as possible and that’s what made you angry.

“No! I don’t want to reschedule! We’ve already done that 5 times! 5 times! And each time you left me waiting for you for hours! I really thought that you might showed up today but I was wrong. Would it hurt to just spend time with your wife?!” You pushed the blankets away from you, standing up. Jumin showed a disinterested face, turning away to walk to the room to avoid you but you stopped him, turning him around.

“I get that your deal is important, but every single time we try to plan something, are you always THAT busy? This past two months?” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you tried to keep your composure. “You want to spend time? Fine. I’ll just call the restaurant and we can have dinner if it makes you happy.”

“I don’t care Jumin, I don’t care about dinner, I just want you to show that you care, the past few weeks you have been busy, I know that but would it kill you pay attention to me?! Just one dinner, or a simple acknowledgement that you care? Would it kill you?!” That’s when you burst into tears.

“Would the Oil prince reschedule? Huh?! Would he? No, you need to understand that there are some things more important than you! Stop being so selfish and get that through your thick skull! Gosh MC, not everything is about you! So quit bothering me! If you can’t handle this type of life, than maybe you shouldn’t have married me at all!” The moment that the words fell from his mouth, your face dropped, all anger was replaced with hurt, the ring that was on your finger suddenly felt heavy as you stared into his cold gray eyes.

“Wait, MC, I didn’t mean-” He realized his words but it was too late to take it back. “Glad to know where your priorities lie, because some things are more important than me. I’m sorry for being selfish. I’m sorry for being so demanding. I’m sorry for wanting to spend time with the person I love. I’m sorry for making you so unhappy. I’m sorry for bothering you so I’ll just leave!” Without taking your coat, you left, hurriedly pushing the buttons on the elevator.

“MC wait!” You heard Jumin call after you which made press harder onto the close button. The tears kept falling, the hurt still fresh as waves of pain crashed into you rapidly and repeatedly. You left the building, your body immediately cold from the wind that was blowing, it was snowing harder and the flats you were wearing did no justice to your freezing body.

Your feet still ran, as far away as you could, pushing yourself faster when you heard Jumin shouting for you. Right now, your legs burned, you were lost, the snow covered almost everything, mixing with the wind, you could barely see anything around. You let out a cry of pain, falling to your knees, clutching onto the part of your shirt where your heart was.

Your breathing quickened, coming out in short, rapid breaths,your vision around you became more blurry, your head spinning while waves of nausea and dizziness crashed into you repeatedly. “Jumin.” That was the last word you whispered before you collapsed onto the cold snow, darkness enveloping you.


The broken look that Jumin saw on your face when he said those hurtful words burned in his mind as realization dawned on him. He pulled his coat from the rack, slipped onto his shoes and ran after you, shouting your name, trying to reach the elevator before it closed but he missed it by a second.

The tears rolling down your face as you tried to escape him, he couldn’t stand seeing you this way, especially when he knew that he was the cause of your pain. Instead of waiting for the elevator to come back up so that he could ride down, he dashed down the stairs as fast as he could. He easily dodged the people, running hurriedly, earning the stares of the people.

“MC!” Jumin yelled again, running out into the freezing weather, his eyes frantically searching for any sign of you. He jogged in different places, shouting your name repeatedly, coincidentally, he sees a velvet bow contrasting greatly with the pure white snow. Immediately, Jumin recognized it as the gift he had gave you last anniversary.

He tucked it into his pocket and ran forward, your footprints becoming more faint as the snow fell. Your cry of pain reached his ears and his eyes widened, running faster towards your voice. He sees a figure lying on the snow and he felt his chest tightened, his breath hitched, praying that the figure there wasn’t you. As he got closer, his fear came true, immediately, he pulls you into his arms.

“MC, MC, wake up please.” He begs,laying your head on his thigh while he removed his coat to place it over you. When his hand touched your face, shock filled his body as he scooped you up into his arms, running back into the lobby of the building. You were burning up, your face extremely pale.

“Help! Someone call the ambulance! NOW!” Jumin yelled, his usual calm demeanor was replaced by a panicked one. The woman at the front desk immediately called the ambulance, the security rushed over to help Jumin.

“Sir, what happened?” The chief of security questioned. “She has a fever but her body is very cold.” Jumin responded, hugging you closely to provide as much warmth from him to you.

“Here, take this, it isn’t much but it should help a little.” He gave Jumin his coat and Jumin quickly wrapped it around you, your body still visibly shivering. “Thank you.” A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived.

“Only family allowed sir.” The paramedic said to Jumin as they pushed the cart you were laying on into the ambulance.

“I’m her husband, please let me go with her.” The paramedic nodded and Jumin hopped into the vehicle. On the way to the hospital, the paramedic did some questioning to figure out what happened, while the other paramedic checked your vitals and did all the necessary procedures required. Based on the heart monitor, Jumin could tell that your pulse weak, it worsened his guilt and he felt responsible for the state you were in right now.

Throughout the whole ride, Jumin held your hand, refusing to let go, even after you had reached the hospital. You drifted in between consciousness and unconsciousness, your mind unable to comprehend anything that was happening around you and if you spoke, only incoherent mumblings could be heard from you.

“Stay with me MC, I beg you, wake up please.” Jumin helped pushed the crash cart but a nurse stopped him from entering the emergency room. “You’re not allowed in there, sir, why don’t you do take a seat while we take good care of your wife.”

“You don’t understand! I need to be with her! Please!” Jumin begged, losing all rationality at the thought of losing you. He had to be held back by several nurses.

“We understand your need to be with her but if you don’t let us help your wife, her condition may worsen and you wouldn’t want that. Please stay calm and meanwhile, fill in the standard paperwork at the front desk.

” The nurse instructed and Jumin had no choice but to obey. Once he had finished filling up the paperwork, he sat on one of the chairs provided. His mind thought back to when the paramedic was asking him questions, one of the questions was ‘how long have your wife been out in the cold?’ The more he thought about the previous conversation, he figured that you were in the cold for two hours or more, his guilt intensified and he hid his face in his hands, losing his calm self, he starts sobbing.

An hour later, a doctor leaves the emergency, removing his mask and surgical gloves. “Mr Han?” He called, taking the document that was tucked under his armpit and giving it a quick scan. Jumin immediately jumped from his seat, his eyes showing worry, worry for what may have happened to you. “Is she okay? Is my wife okay?” The doctor could hear the urgency in his voice.

“Your wife was brought in here just in time, any longer and she would have had a case of severe hypothermia.”

“Then what does she have? Why did she faint?”

“She had hypothermia, just not a severe case, she was close though but you don’t have anything to worry about, your wife and child are stable.” Jumin breathed a breath of relief but his eyes widened the next moment as he processed the rest of the doctor’s words.

“C-child?” He spluttered out, unsure of what to feel, relief, worry,guilt, happiness, all these feeling swirled in him. “S-she’s pregnant?” Disbelief was filled in his voice and he was unable to keep the smile from spreading across his face.

“She should be around three months pregnant by now.” The doctor smiled warmly.

“Where is my wife? Can I see her?” Jumin felt a longing need to hold you into his arms, even if he couldn’t, he just needed to see you, to apologize, to make up to you, to beg for forgiveness if he needs to. “You may see her but she’s currently resting, try not to cause her to wake up as she needs her rest to be able to recover. You can find her in…” The doctor took a quick look at the folders in his hands to confirm your room number. “Room 327, just straight down this hall and take a left, you should be able to find her.” Jumin thanked the doctor and took long strides to reach your room.

He quietly entered the room, shutting the door behind him, there was barely any noise except for the occasional ticking of the clock and beeping of the heart monitor which is connected to you. The dim, yellow light illuminated your features, making it look as if you were glowing.

Your face was pale, contrasting to your pink lips which were no longer purple, your chest rose up and down, peaceful was the word to describe you. Your husband shifted the chair close to the bed before sitting beside you. His hands held yours in his, his thumb rubbing circles on your hand.

“I’m sorry.” Jumin whispered. “It’s because of me that you are like this, in the hospital when we should be at our home, in bed, cuddling. I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry. Forgive me MC.” Despite how tired he was, Jumin refused to sleep until he had made things right with you. For days, he refused to eat or sleep, refusing to leave your side in case you woke up and he was not there, the only time he would leave is when he needs the bathroom.


Your eyes fluttered open, trying to get use to the light, you felt comfortable with all the pillows and blankets which surrounded you, though the thing that felt odd was the pressure on your hand. You found that your husband’s hand was resting on yours, he’s head was resting on the bed and he looked absolutely exhausted.

You didn’t want to move in case you woke him, so you stayed in that position, just then, the nurse entered, she was looking at the clipboard, so when she looked up, she seemed slightly surprised.

“You’re awake.” She says softly, not wanting to disturb your sleeping husband, you replied with a nod.

“Could I have some water?” Your voice sounded raspy and dry, your throat desperately needing water to quench the thirst. The nurse nods and poured you a glass of water to which you gulped down in seconds.

“How are you feeling?” She asked. “Better? Refreshed.” You replied, wondering how many days had you been asleep.

“That’s good, are you hungry?”

“A little, um, how many days have I been unconscious?” The nurse took the glass from you. “About 4 days.” She wrote some notes down on her clipboard before she added, “You know you have a great husband right?” She chuckled and you resisted the urge to frown, the last thing you remembered of him was that the two of you fought while he said hurtful words.

“Why do you say so?” Jumin shifted slightly in his sleep, though still not letting go of your hand, this action caused you to glance at him.

“He wouldn’t leave your side since you were admitted into the hospital, wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t sleep even when the hospital staff told him to, we offered him a bed but he refused, saying that he would only sleep until you awoke but I guess he must have crashed. It’s nice to have someone care about you so much.” You forced a smile, if he cared, then why did he said the words he said?

“Thank you for telling me this.” The nurse stayed around for a while, doing what she needed to do before leaving. Frustration gripped you when you didn’t know what to feel, tears pricked your eyes, your other hand gripped the blanket, while sobs slowly racked through your body.

You tried to be as quiet as possible so that you wouldn’t wake Jumin up but it didn’t work as his eyes opened. When he sees your crying face, he immediately panicked, thinking that you were in pain.

“Are you okay?! Where does it hurt?! Doctor!” You gripped his hands tightly to let him know that you were fine, though his face still showed worry for you. “I’m fine Jumin.” You choked out, wiping your tears.

“Then why are you crying? It’s okay to tell me, my love.” Jumin moved his hand so that it was cupping your face, his thumb moving to wipe away your tears.

“Why are you here Jumin? Aren’t there things that are more important than me?” The tears started to fall more rapidly, your hand held onto his wrist. Only after you spoke, he understood the reason you were crying, the fight was not solved between the two of you.

“No, NO! Never think that MC, I was angry and I said such stupid and hurtful words to you. I’m sorry, I’m very sorry. I took out my frustrations and anger on you and that was very wrong of me to do so. I promised to be the best husband and I broke that promise and I’m so sorry.” He looked so guilty as he spoke to you, he leaned forward so that your foreheads are touching.

“But please, please MC, please don’t leave me. I beg you, please.” His lips trembled, tears forming in his eyes, forming little stains as it fell on the blanket.

“I’ll do anything MC, ANYTHING, to make this right, I’m so sorry. ” Jumin broke down and you pushed his hands away,moving so that you had wrapped your arms around his neck, your chin resting on his shoulders.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Hearing his apology, you just had to forgive him. “I made a promise to stay with you, and I intent to keep that promise. I’m sorry Jumin, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” You broke away from the hug so that you could look at your husband.

“You have nothing to be sorry for-” Both of your tears stopped though his eyes still watery,hearing that you wouldn’t leave him gave him much comfort. “I do, I love you Jumin, and I’m sorry.” He couldn’t resist as he kissed you. The kiss was slow and you could feel the love he was pouring into the kiss and vice-versa, this was the kiss that healed two wounded hearts.

“I love you too.” Jumin smiled, wiping away his tears. An important thought entered your mind and you felt the need to let him know as soon as possible, you looked nervous, pondering if you should tell him. In the end, you decided you should, not knowing if there was going to be another moment like this. “Are you okay?” Once again, he looked concerned. “Jumin, remember that dinner we were suppose to have a few nights ago?” He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering as to where this conversation was leading to, he nodded his head, waiting for you to continue.

“I was going to tell you very important news.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “Jumin, I’m pregnant.” You turned to Jumin, nervously waiting for his response. He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“I know, my love, I know, the doctor told me.” He grinned, happiness filling him instantly, it was as if the tears earlier had not fell.

“He ruined the surprise for you.” You pouted and gestured for Jumin to join you on the hospital bed which he gladly complied. “Either ways, I’m happy MC, we’re going to have a family.” You leaned against his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other stroked your hair. “I’m happy when I’m with you.”