Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.
I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!
“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.
Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“
Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”
Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”
Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.
Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.
For the rest of the party Niall had kept you attached to his hip with either his hand resting softly across the small of your back, or his long fingers winding around one or two of your own to tug you from room to room. A few people you knew from before you and Niall split were there and they smiled broadly when they caught the two of you together. There were lots of sentiments of “So great to see you again” and “you’ve been so missed these past months”. You didn’t miss how Niall beamed at you the entire night, his blue eyes sparkling every time you smiled and glanced in his direction. It got to the point where when you tried to take a trip to the powder room Niall started absent mindedly following you. You stopped and placed your hand on his chest, letting out a small laugh. “I’m just going to the bathroom.” His cheeks pinked and his shoulders crept up towards his ears.
“Sorry, just kinda freaked you’re gonna try and disappear on me again.”
Your face softened at his confession and you grabbed his collar and pulled him down so your noses were almost touching. “I’ll be right out. I promise.” You touched your lips to his lightly then turned and strode down the long hallway.
(A/N: F i n a l l y finished it, omg ^_^ And yes, there will be a part 2 to this one, there’s still more of the story left ^_^ Inspired by the drama ‘Descendants of the Sun’, but you don’t have to have watched it to understand ^_^ ((Also this continues where the ‘Doctor Kim’ scenario left off! Please leave me feedback guys, I really want to know what you think! ^_^)
Urk = Fictional country ^_^
You sat at your computer, fingers breezing over the keys as you typed up some patient reports, when Seokjin poked his head through your doorway, followed by his girlfriend, a questioning look apparent on his face. Spinning around in your chair, you looked at him expectantly, a small smile on your face.
“Can I help you, Jin?” You asked, raising one eyebrow in a perfect arch, professional smile still etched onto your lips as you observed his expression.
“A man is asking if a teenage boy was admitted to the hospital today?” Jin finally spoke up, his broad shoulder leaned against the doorway, and you sighed, setting down your work, pushing a few strands of your hair out of your face.
“You might need to be more specific, Jin, do you know how many patients we get a day?” You tutted at him, rolling your eyes, and yet attempting to suppress a laugh at his dumbfounded expression, his girlfriend muffling her laughter, winking as she made eye contact with you.
Clearing your throat, still attempting to suppress the laughter bubbling up through your chest, you glared at Seokjin expectantly, and he threw his arms up in slight annoyance, only causing his girlfriend to giggle even more.
“All he said was, ‘Has a teenage boy, about this tall, injured, been admitted to this hospital today?’” Seokjin shrugged, unsure what to do about the situation.
“Jin,” you sighed, massaging your forehead in frustration. “I mean, I can try my best with the limited information you’ve given me, but there’s no promises.” You were about to turn back to your work, and yet realisation hit you, and you remained fixated in position, staring at Jin once again. “Who’s asking anyways?”
Seokjin simply shrugged once again, exchanging glances with his girlfriend, before the two of them stared at you expectantly, their eyebrows raised.
“Okay, okay, I’m on it, geez,” you muttered, pushing your paperwork aside and striding towards the door, snaking past Jin, but not before mumbling, “It’s scary how in sync the two of you are,” only causing them to shake their heads with a smile before following close behind you into the hospital reception. You nodded at the bustling receptionists answering calls as they gave you a small smile and wave, and you stopped in the centre. Your arms were crossed, your foot tapping expectantly as you glanced around, only to notice a blonde-haired man scrolling on his phone nonchalantly, his frame leaned against the wall, hood up over his head.
“That’s the guy,” Jin said from beside you, pointing at the very man you had been glancing at. You narrowed your eyes, your suspicions immediately rising, and your mind began racing, assuming all sorts of worst case scenarios. You mentally berated yourself, resuming your professional attitude and walking towards the man, who looked up from his phone, a lazy smile settling on his face.
“Hello, I heard you were looking for… a teenage boy who was admitted to the hospital today? As my co-worker told me,” you inquired, glancing over at Seokjin once again. “Who are you looking for specifically?” You crossed your arms, tilting your head to the side in a curious expression, and the man straightened up, pulling down his hood and running his hair through his blonde locks, a lazy smile settling on his face.
“Yeah,” the man finally spoke, his eyes gazing back at yours with a strangely curious expression, and you found yourself wondering just who this man was. He pushed himself up off the wall, self-consciously straightening up his hooded jumper under your watchful gaze, before saying, “As strange as this is going to sound, that kid stole my phone, and I’m going to need it back. Like now.”
Your eyebrows shot up in immediate suspicion, and you narrowed your eyes at the man, your senses once again on high alert. “I could’ve sworn I saw you on your phone just earlier, Mr…?” You asked, exhaling in frustration as you realised you still had patients to tend to, paperwork to sign, and an endless list of tasks you had yet to complete.
“Yoongi, call me Yoongi, and this is my work phone, he stole my personal one,” the blonde head responded, and as he looked down at his watch - Rolex, you noted - he seemed to grow more impatient by the minute.
You stared at Yoongi in disbelief, throwing your hands in defeat, and beckoning to him to follow you. You strutted off quickly, the sound of your heels resonating through the room, and Yoongi followed behind in slight amusement, his head tilting to the side as he admired how your hair bounced on your shoulders, your head held high in a professional manner, your white coat swaying as you walked.
Pushing through a set of doors, you led Yoongi through a number of patient rooms, your pace quick, but his nonchalant and more of a leisurely stroll, causing you to grow more frustrated by how he peered into different rooms at his own pace. You didn’t have time for this. You had work to get to. And yet this strange man was strolling through, shooting you curious glances every now and then.
You spun around suddenly, expecting to take him by surprise, but he stood his ground, his expression simply amused more than anything.
“Were you trying to seem intimidating, Miss… (Y/N)?” He read off your name badge, a small smirk gracing his lips. “That won’t work on me, I’m used to… surprise attacks you could say.” He chuckled as you huffed, clearing your throat, and yet his words hung in the back of your head. Surprise attacks? Who was this man? Your suspicions from earlier began to rise again, and you glared at him, asking, “Would you be able to identify the boy? Seeing as you provided me with such limited information…”
“If I saw him, yeah,” he responded, still glancing around the building, and you massaged your forehead in frustration once again, willing yourself to stay patient. You beckoned to him once again, and pushed open yet another set of doors, leading him into a room with various young patients lying in bed, some conversing across curtains, others scrolling on their phones. Yoongi’s curiosity piqued as some of the teenagers waved at you, and you responded with a warm smile and a small wave.
“You’re supposed to be identifying the boy for me?” You reminded him, and he snapped out of his trance, peering down the room, before recognising one of the teenagers lying in bed.
“That one,” he pointed, and you sighed in relief, hoping to finally finish up with the matter, the two of you walking over to the bed the boy was currently lying in.
“Hello,” you stopped by the bed, addressing the boy who saw Yoongi standing just behind you, his gaze suddenly becoming ashamed as his eyes darted around. “This man tells me you have something of his?” You slowly turned back to glance at Yoongi, your own curiosity and suspicions rising as you noticed the boy’s ashamed gaze.
“I mean…” the boy mumbled, clutching the sheets in his fists as he looked down. “I might’ve…”
Yoongi scoffed, clearly annoyed by his attitude. “He didn’t seem shy when he stole my phone, hm?”
“Okay, okay!” The teenager finally blurted out, after something started ringing and vibrating vigorously in his pocket, Yoongi nodding at you in triumph as he held his other phone in his hand. The kid fished the phone out of his pocket, and the screen flashed with a caller ID, “Min Genius”. You noticed, and you slowly turned around to completely face Yoongi, your arms crossing over your chest.
“Yoongi, step outside for a minute with me please,” you commanded, and the man threw his hands up in surrender, amused smile still etched onto his lips.
The two of you walked outside into the empty hallway, and you glared him down, Yoongi watching your expression curiously.
“Still trying to act intimidatin-” He started, but you cut him off.
“Who are you exactly? Things aren’t adding up here, that boy came in awfully bruised and injured… did you hurt this boy? Are you part of a gang or something? Is that why you have such a ridiculous caller ID, as a code name of some sort? Answer me!” You fired questions at him, and Yoongi held his fist to his mouth, trying to suppress his laughter at the accusations.
“You, you think I’m a gang member? You are so far off right now, you don’t even know,” he finally burst out laughing, and you simply glared him down furiously, your cheeks dusted a deep pink colour at his laughter.
“Tell me, what it is you do then?” You huffed, attempting to regain some of your dignity.
“I’m an army general,” he responded, amused expression never leaving his face, and you stared at his in disbelief, not believing a single word that came out of his mouth. You looked him up and down, from his ripped jeans to his ruffled hoodie, and you shook your head in disbelief.
“Yeah, right, you’re funny,” you laughed sarcastically, and the man simply shook his head at you, brushing his fringe out of his eyes.
“I wasn’t kidding you know,” he finally retaliated, and you stopped, your eyes still wide with disbelief.
“WelI, I…” you stuttered. “You know what, we actually have an army doctor who works at this hospital sometimes, she’ll tell me if you’re telling the truth.” You huffed, storming off to your office, where you knew you’d find Jungyeon, likely looking over her tasks for the day.
Pushing the door open, Yoongi standing behind you with a smug expression, you called out, “Hey, Jungyeon? This man claims he’s an army general, you would know right? Is he part of your… unit, or anything?”
Jungyeon peered up from her work, a flash of recognition darting across her face before her lips curled up into a wry smile, a mischievous glint apparent in her eyes. She adjusted her cap, smoothing down her uniform, before lying, “No, I’ve never seen him before in my life, I think he’s lying to you.” She tutted at you, trying to keep herself composed at Yoongi’s slackened jaw, a slightly angry glint in his eyes, and you spun on your heel, staring at Yoongi triumphantly.
“You see, I knew it,” You held your head up high, proud of yourself, and yet you had no idea how wrong you were. Yoongi could only stare at you, his eyes darting from Jungyeon to you, and back again, grumbling under his breath as you ordered him out, mentally swearing an oath to himself that he’d prove it to you, next time he visited the hospital.
“Remember that I’m your superior, Jungyeon,” he called out before he left, and Jungyeon straightened up, tittering nervously in realisation.
“Sorry,” she mouthed back, and yet her lips curled up into a smug smirk once again, Yoongi frowning as you escorted him out of the building, the triumphant expression never leaving your face and you strided along confidently.
“Bye,” you called out in a slightly proud tone, pushing your hair behind your shoulder as you watched him walk off.
“Shame”, you thought. “He was handsome”, you chuckled under your breath, walking back into the hospital building to resume your work.
Days passed, and you found your mind often drifting off to the strange man you had met, recalling the way his lips curled up when he was amused at your frustration, the way his gums were exposed when he smiled - rather cutely, you found yourself noting - and you sighed, mentally berating yourself for being so easily distracted. You went about your day as normal, tending to patients in the recovery rooms, assisting in surgeries, completing the piles of paperwork that never seemed to end. You watched as Seokjin came back and forth with his girlfriend, as she leaned into his side, Jin looking down at her with the most loving expression. You felt a small pang of jealousy, but you shook it off, trying to focus your attention back on your work.
You were conversing with Seokjin and Jungyeon - dressed in her solider uniform as always - in the reception one day, leaning your elbows on the desk as you smiled at your co-workers as they walked by, when he walked in.
Yoongi strode into the reception of the hospital, a new air of confidence surrounding him, and this time he wasn’t dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans. Your eyes trailed up and down his figure, unable to help but admire how his uniform fit on his body, his badge dotted with three distinct stars, glistening under the artificial light of the room. His cap sat neatly on his head, his fringe visible beneath, and the smug smile on his lips ever present. You couldn’t help but stare, Jungyeon physically straightening up beside you, her once playful expression quickly straightening up as she saluted to him.
“What is going on?” You mumbled in awe, your mouth ever so slightly open as he approached you, a look in his eyes saying I told you so.
“Jungyeon,” he nodded, allowing her to finally drop her salute, and she looked away slightly ashamed. You noticed how her demeanor had suddenly changed in his presence and your eyes darted from her to him in a mixture of confusion, shock and awe.
“So, so, you’re telling me that you’re actually an army general? In the actual army? Like you lead a unit?” You stuttered, professional attitude long gone as you could only gape at him. You suddenly felt ashamed for judging him so harshly, even though it was out of concern for your patients. You took pride in your job, and you did care about your patients, no matter how stern you came off to outsiders. And yet this man was the first to make you feel shameful for acting in such a way, although you were yet to understand why.
“I’m sorry,” you sighed, your attention now fully focused on him. “I’m not the type who’s afraid to admit when she’s wrong, so I’m sorry.”
Yoongi nodded at you triumphantly, his once smug smirk curling into a warm smile, and he chuckled, a strangely nice sound when it wasn’t mocking.
“Now we’ve gotten that out of the way, maybe we should actually introduce ourselves properly.” He grinned, that gummy smile that was so strangely charming, and continued, “I’m General Min Yoongi, but you can call me Yoongi, I hate formalities where it’s not needed.”
“I… well, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), as you probably noticed from my name badge… I work at this hospital as a doctor… damn it, you knew that…” You stuttered again, suddenly forgetting how to compose yourself in the presence of Yoongi. He could only smile, finding the sight incredibly endearing, a warm feeling spreading through his chest.
Your co-workers, bustling by, pretended to be focused on their work, and yet they muffled their laughs, gossiping amongst themselves, amused by the fact that the ever professional (Y/N) had forgotten how to even articulate her words coherently. Seokjin didn’t bother to hide his laughter though, shooting the two of you a dramatic air kiss, and you mentally noted to tell him off later.
Oh my, she’s adorable, was the only thought on Yoongi’s mind in that moment, unable to help the warm smile that rested on his face, and he knew that this building was going to quickly become familiar to him.
From that day, he made sure to come visit - or bother you as you tried to call it, despite secretly enjoying his presence - whenever he had the time, the two of you slowly becoming close over time, often sitting up on the rooftop together during your lunch break.
Everything was going perfectly, until he began having to leave halfway through your dates without a viable explanation, and you had began to grow fed up with it. He would get a phone call, grave tone in his voice, and that was it. Your views began to conflict; as a doctor, your job was to save lives, and yet Yoongi was a general, a soldier, the front line of war and conflict. He did it to protect your country, but you couldn’t help but question the relationship the two of you had. You still knew so little about this man, he was so secretive at times, never fully communicating his emotions or his thoughts to you.
Eventually, the two of you began to fizzle apart, and you went a large period of time without seeing him, without his random visits to the hospital.
You couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt, that you didn’t miss him, that there wasn’t an aching gap in your heart.
He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t think of you during missions, sitting by his men as they flew over the expanse of the city in a helicopter, that there wasn’t an aching gap in his heart.
One day, he received an especially important mission; his unit along with two others were to be dispatched on a peacekeeping mission to the country of Urk, far away from his home country, his friends, from you. This is your job, he reminded himself.
Yoongi strode into the room, his arms folded behind his back as he set out the mission for his unit, the soldiers all attentive, nodding at his every word.
“This is a potentially dangerous mission, men. Keep your wits about you, always be aware of your surroundings, never let your guard down. Understood?” He warned, his men all replying with a systematic “Yes, sir!”
Yoongi simply nodded, sighing as he contemplated the looming task ahead of him mentally preparing himself for the mission ahead.
Meanwhile, back at the hospital, you were staring down the hospital director, your eyes about to pop out of your skull, the director simply returning the gaze with a smug expression.
“You heard me correctly, (Y/N), the army has asked for a medical team to be dispatched to the city of Urk, to assist the soldiers there. I decided you’d be perfect to lead, don’t you think? Collect your team and inform them, you’ll be leaving tomorrow.” And with that, he walked off, whistling to himself and leaving you indefinitely annoyed. There was nothing you could do about the matter, and you threw your arms up in frustration, wandering off to go inform your department.
Next thing you knew, you found yourself sitting in a helicopter with your team of doctors, everyone exchanging nervous glances, your body rocking slightly from the force of the helicopter whirring over the expanse of land. Your thoughts once again wandered off to Yoongi, and you contemplated. Would he be there? Your heart leaping at the thought of it, before sinking again. The two of you had parted ways, and this was a professional environment once again.
Likewise, Yoongi wandered around base, having arrived in Urk just a few days before, and his thoughts were - as always - drifting off to you again. He had been informed that the hospital, your hospital, was sending a medical team over to assist. Would you be there? Would you be leading? He had always thought you as a natural leader, smiling as he recalled your confident assertiveness that had completely disappeared the first time he walked in as General Min. He sighed, walking off to wherever he was supposed to be.
The helicopter finally landed in an open runway, the constant whirring coming to a halt, and the doors automatically opening. Your hand flew up to block the sudden sunlight that shone through, your legs cramped as you stood up, stumbling out of the helicopter. Your team followed close behind, and as you exited, you saw the line of soldiers ready to greet you, lead by him. General Min. Min Yoongi. He stood in front of his men, his posture straight and professional, and yet at the sight of you, his expression faltered, a sense of hope flashing across his eyes.
Monday night was quiet. Jared had spent the last dregs of his energy just making it through the rest of the day, so the evening called for take out and old movies. You sat on the couch in your apartment, lounging against each other, laughing at the ridiculousness on screen and getting lost in a story that required little more thought than waiting for a punchline. By eleven, you were both sound asleep in bed, having witnessed Ted Striker safely land the plane and receive a victory kiss from his leading lady.
Tuesday was just as quiet. Jared put his troubles behind him as much for your sake as his own. He did not quit the show, and resigned to ‘let it ride’ as he always had. For as many bumps in the road as there had been, the Winchesters always came out on top, and amazingly so did the show. It wasn’t always perfect, but the heart of the story was family and the bond between Sam and Dean, and Jared knew it would work out in the end. With renewed faith in his work, Jared set off to work that morning after walking you around a bit, giving you the tour and instructions he wasn’t able to the day before. You were to stay close to either Cliff or Jensen, the two people he trusted most, and keep up the facade of being an old family friend. Luckily no one questioned you, and you got to hang around and watch a few scenes being shot.
The production was incredible, the amount of work that went into just a few seconds of filming was overwhelming and you watched in awe as the crew ran around, adjusting this light or hanging this piece of equipment. The hustle and bustle behind the scenes fascinated you and you could have happily stayed tucked in a dark corner watching it for hours.
Request 1: Hi! I have a Cassian Andor request. Could you
write an imagine where Cassian and the reader are out on a mission together, but
they get separated, and when Cassian finds the reader, she’s badly hurt? Then Cassian
helps her and just angst and fluff and yeah.
Request 2: Cassian and Reader, where they reunite after
being apart for a while?
Warnings: Angst, mentions of torture, death, blood
A/N: Thank you for the requests!! I will try to get at least
one up every week. Love you guys!
Hi loves! This is take two at writing this one … I posted it earlier but then read it again a bit ago and wasn’t happy with it. I want to continue this (there will be a part 2!) but let me know what you think!
This is something I came up with while listening to “Meet Me in the Hallway”, doesn’t really reference or relate to the song, but it’s a start :) Happy reading! xx
He didn’t know where he was going, but he kept walking. The adrenaline coursing through his body took over his legs and he kept going.
The screams and daggers of words thrown around between the two of you in the last few minutes echoed in his ears. He wished they’d stop, but he couldn’t stop hearing them.
“Harry, it was one time!” y/n said, exasperated.
“How am I supposed to believe that?” he spat back at her, the alcohol in his system not helping his tone, “Was gone for months, we hardly talked toward the end!”
“You don’t trust me now, is that it?” y/n egged him on.
“Frankly love, you’re not giving me much of a choice in the matter,” he said, his tone flat.
Tears started to bead in her eyes, but Harry was too upset, “Yeh know it’s not easy for me to be gone either,” he continued on, “Do everythin’ I can to make time for you, but it’s evidently not enough.”
“Need to go,” Harry cut her off, talking quietly. He grabbed his keys and walked toward the door without looking y/n in the eyes. His heart was beating unhealthily fast and he knew that this would go nowhere but down if he didn’t leave soon.
So here he was, walking furiously around the streets at a dark hour in the night, thinking about how another man had touched his girl. His girl.
@l-tay said: Hi! I’m that anon from earlier. I am literally about to spend hours perusing your Marvel writings. I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve run across your blog before! Such talent. Jeff imagines-wise, I have yet to see one where the other jocks question Jeff on why he doesn’t sleep around or treat girls horribly and he reveals that he’s had a crush on a nerdy girl since elementary school. Then the rest of the jocks flirt with you to tease him and it results in him finally asking you out.
Author’s Note: I’m pretty sure you meant a different type of nerdy (the girl in the GIF isn’t exactly nerdy, but I liked her vibe), but this is the best I could come up with. I hope you still enjoy!
Jeff Atkins X Reader
“Yo! Atkins,” Zach greets. A little too enthusiastically for Jeff’s tastes given he’s still in the library after one of Clay’s tutoring sessions. The librarian shushes Zach, Jeff offers her a sheepish smile in return and Zach chuckles before pulling out a seat to plop down onto. “Hey,” he mutters. “You heading over to Bryce’s tonight? I hear it’s gonna be a great party.”
Jeff shrugs as he starts to put away his notebook in his book bag. “I don’t know, man. Kind of just want a quiet night tonight.”
“Your parents are out of town. Live a little,” Zach presses, playfully nudging Jeff’s shoulder.
🐘 Hip Hop Unit Reaction to Seeing You in Their Clothes ;;
WARNING: Complete and utter crack ahead. Read at your own risk. Oh, and swearing.
The details of this request were discussed a long while back ! ! ! I regret nothing. – Belle
S.Coups: All he wants is some peace and quiet. Impossible considering the circumstances, but a boy (read: ManlyMan) could dream. Practice was absolutely brutal, and tomorrow there would be a long day of variety show filming. As the thirteen boys stagger in to the living room and most of them fall into a doggy pile right there on the middle of the floor, they look up at him invitingly. He scrunches his nose, passing as he smells the sweat that radiates off of them. No, he thinks he’ll just have an early shower.
Seungcheol saunters over to his room, heading straight for the closet to grab a pair of pyjamas to change into after his shower. He slides open the door with ease, reaching in blindly for some clothes when his hand collides with a face.
WAIT WHAT THE FUCK.
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” Seungcheol falls backwards to the floor, a hand reaching up to clutch his chest in shock. “WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN MY CLOSET?”
(A faint cry of protest is heard from Joshua in the background, protesting against his use of swears.)
For a brief moment, you look like a deer caught in headlights but you recover quickly. “Wearing your clothes, what else?” He screeches and you try to retreat back into the closet.
Seungcheol ends up calling the cops on you and you spend 5 years in jail for stalking the poor boy. Sicko.
sasaengs aren’t real fans and don’t deserve to go home free say it with me
Wonwoo: You’re always seeing it with other couples on the streets. The cute couple jerseys, couple snapbacks, couple rings. It’s everything you want but sadly, Wonwoo isn’t having it. You’ve asked him multiple times before, but all he’s done is chuckle and shake his head. You understand it’s not exactly reasonable considering his **~~desirable idol image~~** but it doesn’t stop you from bugging your boyfriend about it. Alas, he won’t relent.
You figure the next best thing is wearing his clothes. Wonwoo has tons of cute clothes that you wouldn’t mind wearing. And, well, you figure that rejection isn’t failure – failure is giving up. And there’s no way you’re giving up.
So, one day you decide to surprise Wonwoo by showing up at the dorms unexpectedly. He’s lying back on his bed, scrolling through his phone when he catches a glimpse of you. He’s of course caught off guard but he immediately pockets his phone, flashing a smile at you. You ignore it.
You’re not here for him, you’re here for his clothes.
Your eyes scan the floor for a familiar looking sweatshirt that you can steal, and when you spot one, you immediately pick it up and slide it on to yourself. You miss the look of horror on Wonwoo’s face as you slide it on to yourself before looking at him triumphantly. “MINE.”
Wonwoo immediately gestures for you to take it off, looking partially disgusted. “Y/N you idiot, take that off immediately! Can’t you freaking smell it? Mingyu’s dog was in here earlier and he took a piss on it. He took his dog out for a walk, saying that he’d clean it up later. Ohmygod you literally smell like dog piss.” Your face lights up in embarrassment as you desperately hurry to take off the sweatshirt. Yes, you smelt it now.
You dun goofed.
Wonwoo laughs at you for this incident for the rest of eternity. Nice going.
Mingyu: “Oooooh, you look so cute in my clothes!” Mingyu sees you in one of his oversized t-shirts (what was basically a huge dress on yourself) and immediately goes gaga over the sight. He pinches your cheeks hard enough that you immediately regret your decision. You swat his hands away but he pays no heed, going over to your own discarded shirt and holding it up to the light.
“Do you think this will fit me?” He poses with the shirt in front of him, and you giggle a bit at the ridiculousness of it all. After all, there is no way any of your clothes would fit him. It’s a nice joke though.
Turns out he’s not joking.
For the next week, you find Mingyu lounging around in all sorts of articles of your own clothing, stretching them all out in the process as well.
“Mingyu, for the last time, you’re stretching out my onesie!”
“Mingyu, can you give me back my pants?”
“MingyU THAt’S MY UNDERWEAR.”
“Mingyu, that shirt is too small on y– no, you can’t just work it by making it in to a crop top. PUT DOWN THE SCISSORS, MINGYU.”
sux to suck sry ‘bout that.
just really wanted to use this gif WHAT THE FA FA
Vernon: You call him to cancel your dinner date, hacking up a lung in the process. You’re terribly sick, and there’s nothing you want to do more than curl into yourself and die in your bed. The scent of Hansol is comforting, which is why you end up slipping on the t-shirt that he left behind earlier that week.
You’re in the process of inhaling his scent when he comes strolling into your room, your spare apartment key dangling on his pinky as he balances a couple of boxes of takeout in his arms. For a brief moment, he looks surprised to see you in his shirt – it’s not something you would typically do – but he lets out a small grin regardless. He just finds you so damn cute, especially as you try to hide your actions by coughing and looking away. Hansol resumes his stroll as he slides right up to you, planting a kiss on your forehead and sitting on the edge of your bed.
“I told you before that there was no way we were skipping out on this one. So I’ve brought the dinner to you. How about I carry you downstairs to the living room so we can watch a movie and… eat.”
“Are you implying that we Netflix and Chill?”
“I wouldn’t say–”
“Fine, fine. We’ll just eat.”
[AKA the one time that everyone else is crazy but I make Vernon normal]
Though he couldn’t remember anything about the ordeal thankfully Taehyung was okay, you’d caught him long before the grips of death could fully claim his body. His large feline eyes were the same rich chocolate brown shade they were the days you met him, a silent comfortable reminder that you did the right thing, for once.
Jimin had made your life increasingly difficult, he’d placed you under house arrest and banned you from going outside at all. You weren’t even allowed to retrieve the morning newspapers from the porch. The tension in the household only grew thicker when you and Jimin finally cracked and argued. Both of you were screaming in each other’s faces, doors were slammed and tears were shed. He was so adamant that Hoseok, Yoongi and Jungkook had branded Taehyung and killed him in cold blood, and for a while so were you. But like you said to Jimin when the two of you almost killed each other, surely it couldn’t be them. If they were so unbelievably dangerous why didn’t Yoongi and Hoseok kill the entire pack when they had the chance? Why didn’t Jungkook murder you in your sleep as he lay beside you?
The only person in the house that sided with you was Nancy, a genuine surprise considering it was her mate who had potentially died at the hands of the people you were defending. Nancy and you were back to some form of normality, it had taken three days for her to muster up the courage to apologise but as soon as she did you both hugged it out and put your differences aside. She also believed that the branding on Taehyung’s wrist had nothing to do with Hoseok, Yoongi and Jungkook; despite it being their initials being melted into his flesh. The act itself was too careless, too obvious, you both agreed. Another thing she mentioned was how powerful Jungkook was before you’d unintentionally changed him into a dark breed, she said that she’d witnessed his high breed ability and that there was just no way he’d settle for killing somebody and leaving them to be found in their own lounge. Even after all the time you’d spent with the pack, still nobody would tell you what Jungkook’s high breed ability even was.
After hours and hours of research Namjoon was still no closer to finding out any more information regarding dark breeds, which only infuriated Jimin more. You’d noticed since he became alpha he hadn’t slept much, his regular trips the the strip club had been replaced with night patrols to gather more information from the surrounding area, but just like Namjoon he was no closer to finding Hoseok, Yoongi and Jungkook’s whereabouts either.
A smile of satisfaction etched on your face, as the sole of your ankle boot stepped on yet more fallen leaves, the crunching sound sounding like music to your ears. Weird, yes, but it was a habit of yours ever since you were a child; thus, making fall your favorite season. In fact, that wasn’t the sole reason that you loved this season. You absolutely loved the fact that the weather was warm and cold enough for you to wear a simple sweater and a light coat on top - you absolutely hated wearing many layers of clothing - and because you loved the way the tree leaves changed colors. Some turned red, others orange and others yellow. Others, were a mix of all the aforementioned and it was truly a visual feast.
You sighed as you walked down the sidewalk and basked in the fall sun, despite it being sunny, the air was a little chilly, making your hair fly in different directions. As much as you wanted to feel happy like your usual happy-go-lucky self, there was this feeling that kept eating away at you, it made you feel like it foreshadowed some sort of unfortunate event. You didn’t know the reason why, you just felt like something bad was going to happen today.