rain for the window

Mood: sitting in your flat in Edinburgh, it’s dusk and raining. Your window is open and you can smell the atmosphere. You can hear people chit chatting in the street. There is a lamp on, and the room is illuminated with soft, warm light. You have a warm cup of coffee and your laptop. The cat is sleeping beside you. You crack open a textbook and start taking notes. You are listening to your favourite playlist in the background. All is right where it should be, and you’re content. Life is good.

Goodnight, Angel

Prompt/Request: None

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Time: Modern

Word count: 1,056

Warning: None! This is pure fluff across the board

It was cold, dark, and you couldn’t sleep. Outside, rain poured down against the window, the slight sound of thunder accompanying it. Glancing to the side, you smiled softly. Your curly haired boyfriend slept soundly, wrapped up in the blankets on top of you as he faced you. You could never understand why he slept like a baby, while you had such a problem with it. Thunder rumbled loudly, and John didn’t even bat an eye. 

With a heavy sigh, you carefully pushed the covers off your body and slipped off the bed, trying hard not to wake John up. You fixed the covers and quietly shuffled out of the room, closing the door behind yourself. You reached up, placing your hand on the cool wall so you could lead yourself down the dark hallway. When you reached the end, and dim light that came in through the window was enough to get you to the kitchen. 

Turning on the light, your eyes burning from the sudden brightness in the room, you groggily shuffled towards the coffee machine and turned it on. You’d need a lot of caffeine if you wanted to make it through the day. 

As the coffee dripped into the coffee pot, you tapped your fingers against the countertop patiently. You listened to the rain fall outside and hummed quietly until the coffee machine let out a loud ding. 

You grabbed your favorite mug and filled it with coffee, smiling as the liquid heated up your hands. You added milk, and a little too much sugar, before taking a sip. The hot liquid rushed down your throat and warmed your body. You let out a pleased hum.

The floorboards creaked behind you, but before you could put your cup down and turn to look, a roar sounded as someone grabbed your hips. You shrieked, your mug nearly slipping from your fingers as you turned. You almost didn’t recognize the figure in the midst of your fear, but the bold freckles were unmistakable. 

“Jesus, John! Nearly give me a heart attack why don’t you!” You exclaimed as he doubled over laughing. You groaned and set the cup down on the counter. You turned to face John and hit him upside the head, causing him to stumble forward, his laughter cut short. 

“Ow, (Y/N),“ He whined as he stood up straight, rubbing the back of his head.  

“I didn’t even hit you that hard, you baby.” You said with a grin, crossing your arms over your chest. He frowned and pouted, giving you his notorious puppy dog eyes. 

“Don’t you dare give me that look…” You muttered, trying to avoid his gaze. He only persisted. Every time you turned your head in another direction, his face was quickly there again.

“Please don’t be mad at me, (Y/N).”  

You sighed heavily, dropping your arms to your side. 

“Fine, Whatever. Just let me drink my coffee in peace.” You turned and picked up your mug again, taking a sip. John’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He laid his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“Why do I let you get away with shit like this?” You questioned as you glanced at him. He raised his head, a goofy grin on his face. 

“With this smile, I can get away with anything.” 

"You are such an ass.”

“But you love me anyway,” he laughed, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear.

“Yeah, sometimes.”

“All the time,” he corrected. You couldn’t help but smile.

The two of you grew silent as you listened to the rain. You took small sips of your coffee as John slipped his hands under your shirt, tracing small circles on your belly. His fingers were cold, yet his touch was always soothing. You leaned back, resting the back of your head against his shoulder and smiled up at him.

“What are you doing up anyway?” You asked. 

“I could ask you the same thing." 

Your shoulders shrugged, then slumped. Your body was so tired, yet you didn’t think you would be able to fall asleep now. 

"I just couldn’t sleep. Storm kept me up, I guess." 

There was a long pause as you took a large slurp of your drink and John let out a heavy sigh. He stepped away from you and grabbed the mug from your hands. Your only response was a tired groan in protest

"Come on, (Y/N), let’s get you to sleep.”

“I already told you I can’t sleep,” You told him as he set your mug down and started pulling you out of the kitchen

“Well, you can try again now.”

“I’ve already got the caffeine in my system.”

“You drink so much coffee it’ll take way more caffeine than that to take any sort of effect.” John pushed open the door to your bedroom and pulled you inside. You were too tired to pull away and the warm blankets on your bed looked way too inviting.

“The coffee I made will get cold." 

John chuckled and stopped at your side of the bed, gently pushing you down so you were sitting in the fluffy sheets. 

"You can make more coffee later." 

You groaned and fell back onto your pillow, letting John pull the covers over your body.

"What a waste.”

“Coffee is cheap. We can always buy more." 

You were quiet as you watched John walk around to his side of the bed and crawl in. Once settled in he pulled you close and laid your head on his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair, coaxing your eyes to flutter shut. 

"Hey, John?”


“What if I’m not tired?”

“You’re tired.”

“You don’t know me…” You trailed off, your voice getting quieter as you spoke.
John let out a breathy laugh, rolling his eyes.

“Just try to get some sleep. If not for yourself then for me, so I don’t worry." 

John listened to the rain splatter against the roof for a short moment, waiting for a response that never came. He glanced down curiously, only to see you already fast asleep. John smiled fondly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Goodnight, Angel. See you in a few hours.”

His eyes closed and just like that, he was lulled to sleep.

Monsta X Reaction: There's a Storm

Shownu; His thoughts immediately turn to you. He’s working late at the studio, and you’re home alone. He rushes back to the house to find you curled up, sleeping peacefully despite the howling wind and pounding rain. He crawls onto the bed and pulls you into his arms. The storm might not bother you, but there’s no way he’s going to be able to sleep. 

Keep reading

daydream #2: i’m a uni student in london, always running from place to place (and never on time because how could i be with all the history around me). i take cover in my favorite café from the ever present london rain and seek solace in a cup of coffee. i take my seat by the window, rain pattering on the panes steadily. i pull out an academic article that i simply must read, but…no. today is for relaxation, a pause in the hustle of every other day. i pull out a collection of allen ginsberg poetry and lose myself to the constant rhythm of life outside. little do i know, across the room i’ve caught the attention of someone who is just…lovely. they walk over, afraid to let the chance pass. they reach the table. i look up into cerulean eyes. a smile spreads across my face. it feels like something important. it feels like fate.

I’m tired of sitting here watching every rain drop hit the window sill and I’m tired of feeling so unmotivated to do anything. I’m tired of the grays and gloomy dark days and I’m tired of feeling so stuck..