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Braids

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! It’s the longest I’ve written on this blog and I’d really appreciate the feedback here  – I’m most likely doing a Part 2 depending on how you all like it. Enjoy :)

Harry loved family reunions.

Amongst the bickering cousins and lurid pitter-patter of children, he often found himself feeling at peace as his folks filled him in on all the stories he’s missed out on. He’d laugh about his jittery uncle who nearly burnt his eyebrows off from an old barbecue, nodding approvingly as his aunt gushes about her eight year old who’s just won the flashy new title of spelling bee champion. He likes the way they treat him too. With adoration in their eyes, resurrecting from the years they’ve watched him as a young boy (instead of the usual gaze of stardom he’s used to). He almost, if not, especially enjoys the way they admire his success, not as an ego-booster, but as a way of praising Anne for his upbringing, despite the major gossip that briefly tainted his mother’s name around her first divorce.

But even in a house packed with his most favourite people, he would always feel relatively exhausted from the length of the reunion, a full four days he’d reckoned. It was unfair really, he loved his crazy family, but he always felt like he had to put on his best face, never getting his usual dose of solitude to rejuvenate.

So when Harry first invited you to join him, he hadn’t quite expected you to be so patient with his family.

“Yes, he is very handsome,” you’d chuckle, “but we’re only friends.”

“You’re sweet, love, but I think this little girl wins the beauty contest, hmm?”

“Right, he is very good with kids.”

“M’only in uni, ma’am, so I’ve got a few good years before settling down.”

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anonymous asked:

You should totally do a blurb about Harry having to wake up really early for all of his radio interviews on Friday morning and having to say goodbye while (y/n) is still half asleep! It would be so cute and fluffy:)

This request was right up my alley. A bit of fluff before we all.. you know, die. x


Endeavor



He’s trying to move as quietly as possible, careful not to leave the bathroom door open more than a crack so the light doesn’t shine on your face as he tiptoes back and forth between it and the room. It’s early outside, the sky skill a dark, brooding shade of blue and the sun is still hibernating until it absolutely needs to be up.

He’s currently standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, trying to tame his wildly growing hair in a decent way. Although he won’t actually be on a television show today, he knows there’s bound to be paparazzi around the studios he’s going to. The tips Lou had given him have managed to fly out of his head. He sighs quietly, tapping his fingers along the counter and glancing at his reflection in the mirror. He takes a deep breath, puffing his cheeks out as he exhales. He’s nervous, exuberantly so. But even more so, he’s buzzing from his toes to the top of his head, the familiar feeling of anticipation and excitement bubbling in him. It’s been a year since he’s felt it, a year since he’s done what he loves to do, and this time around, he’s doing it exactly how he wants.

With one final glance towards the mirror, and a squirt of Tom Ford, he flips the switch gently and walks out into your room. His boots are clacking against the wood floors and he hisses, glancing up at you quickly as he comes to a stop. You’re unperturbed, though, still sound asleep with your head tilting a bit too far off your pillow. The skin around his eyes crinkle and the corners of his mouth lift up in his first smile of the day. The scene before him is one he’s seen many times, granted, usually he’s next to you with a much closer view. Your hair is sticking to your cheek and you’ve got the fluffy blankets you insist on having every night pulled up around you, he assumes to make up for the lack of his warmth. One of them is slipping off the bed and laying halfway on the floor.

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Mine

Originally posted by worldstyles

REQUEST: Jealous Harry smut

HARRY’S TEXTS // (Y/N)’S TEXTS

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A Little Something About The Tangy and The Tart

I cannot believe it has been so long since I posted and I’m sorry, truly, that it’s taken me forever and a day to get my ass in gear. But due to recent events, I felt inspired to write something and I’m actually really, really happy with how this turned out!

Also, I owe a huge thank you to @permanentcross for giving me advice and reassuring me this wasn’t crap and to @canistay-haz for being her wonderful, loving self and telling me I don’t suck. You both are so, so lovely and I’m lucky that I can ask you for advice when I’m not confident in my writing.

That being said, enjoy!

Warning: NSFW

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Normally, Saturday mornings would be reserved for sleeping in, lazy kisses, and barely audible gasps filling your ears. Today however, you and Harry had to be somewhat functioning adults. You were having one last get together with Harry’s closest friends and family before his life was sent into the spotlight for who knows how long, and he didn’t get to be as free and open with his time as he had been. 

You woke up about half an hour after Harry did, knowing you had things to do and people to see but you were having none of it. All you could think about was the slight yet very-much-still-there tingling sensation between your legs thanks to yours and Harry’s late night rendezvous. You smiled to yourself, rolling over and letting your face collide into Harry’s pillow, inhaling his lingering scent that made you want him all over again… 

You made your way downstairs to your boyfriend, legs bare and torso covered in his ridiculously baggy pink shirt that was littered with the white polka dots, your rear just barely peeking out at the bottom hem. Harry was sporting only a pair of grey joggers that hung much too low on his hips, not that you were complaining. 

“Morning, sunshine.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, peppering his back with tiny pecks.

“G’morning, poppet. Sleep okay?” Every morning after, without fail, he asks how you slept. He asks because he knows when you’re both in the heat of the moment, sex isn’t gentle. Not that it’s animalistic, but you and Harry like what you like and making sure you’re comfortable and properly taken care of after is an essential part of his aftercare routine; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take care of you and pamper any part that might be slightly bruised or extra loved on. He does love a routine after all…

“Mhm,” you purr into his back, pecking his skin once more before he spins around in your grasp, your arms falling to your sides while he places one hand on your cheek and encloses your mouth with his.

“Good,” he smiles down at you, pecking your cheek before turning back to the countertop where you can see he’s been preparing a dessert for the get together later that night. 

“Whatcha makin’?” you ask, hopping upon the countertop, legs swinging back and forth while eyeing the bowl of plain raspberries and the graham cracker crust that was still sitting in the tart pan Harry insisted he needed.

“How does a raspberry tart for tonight sound? Bought the pan, figured there was no use in letting it sit in the cupboard.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. There was nothing comical about the dessert in and of itself, but you were feeling some type of way this morning and you couldn’t help but think of it in a provocative way.

Harry rolled his eyes, trying not to grin, “Why is that funny?”

You just giggled again and reached to kiss him on the cheek, “Maybe I wanna be your little raspberry tart. I already have the perfect shirt on.” Although you’d been sitting on the countertop for a good minute already, Harry had just noticed how his shirt had ridden up your thighs and he swallowed hard, also taking in how you had only the bottom two buttons fastened and there was little, if anything, left to the imagination. What Harry didn’t know was that you didn’t have anything covering the part of you that wanted him the most; he figured you’d just thrown on something skimpy just to torture him but no, you were completely bare, apart from the bottom of the hem under your bum, and sitting on your boyfriend’s counter. Harry didn’t have a prayer. 

You smirked at him cheekily and even though you’d had him not even eight hours before, he could tell you still had an appetite for something else, something that filled you in a different way. 

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Little things Harry would do to make Valentine’s Day special

Spend hours thinking of just the right words to put in your card, crafting the perfect way to explain how much you mean to him.

Insist on taking photos as you open your gifts. And when you protest, saying you’re still in your pajamas, he replies, “Gotta have summat to show our future children, love.”

Buy you a dress in the same shade of baby pink made of the same silky material as your favorite shirt of his. Not so that you’ll stop wearing his, god no; he loves coming home and finding you draped in his shirt, soft legs peaking out from the hem. He loves you in it so much he wants to see all the ways a dress of the same kind would flatter you.

Follow you around, gyrating and singing, as you get ready for the day, pleading with you to sing along. And when you finally let him take your hand, he spins you in a circle, crooning, “Girl, you know I want your love. Your love was handmade for somebody like me.”

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Sniffles

One for the always lovely, @loonylittlemoony. You asked me to stop attacking you…I have a problem with listening, I think. ;)  Loads of love for you- Sar! x 

(also… I’m not sorry about the cliche title, you’ll see why.) 


You heard it before you recognized  it.

It was a week ago, over morning tea. Harry had been in his usual seat at the island in your kitchen, one hand wrapped around  his cup of tea and the other holding his phone while he swiped through his notifications.  You were standing on the other side, sipping at your cup of coffee and thumbing through a magazine that come earlier that week. 

Mornings were a peacefully quiet affair for the most part with Harry and you. After a good portion of it was spent with him whining and holding you hostage under the covers with him, you two would get up and get ready on your own pace.  Popping in and out of the bathroom and bumping hips, the occasional pat to your bum as he walks by. Yet you always made time to share a cuppa before you were off on your separate ways.

At first you think it’s your imagination, or perhaps just a coincidence. Your eyes pause in their trail across the words for a moment, corner of the page caught between your index finger and thumb as you listen closely. You wait for the noise to sound again, but instead you hear the sole sound of Harry sipping his tea. You bite your lip and go back to the article.

When it happens again, though, twice in succession you look up with a frown. 

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04.07.17

A little something sweet for all of us while we wait for the big reveal. xo


When you woke up, the other side of the bed was empty.

Your eyes peeled open in a groggy fashion, and you lifted a fist to rub at your eye as you sat up in bed and looked over at the space where your boyfriend usually is. The two of you had fallen asleep comfortably, whispering sweet nothings to each other as your arms wrapped themselves around his broad frame and your nose nuzzled against the back of his neck. You had been absolutely exhausted since the day before, which is probably why you didn’t wake up when he stirred.

Once you woke up enough to think coherently, you immediately knew where he was.

You slipped on your bedrobe and pattered out into the living room, your hair in a messy bun and eyes still puffy from sleep. You were still a bit tired, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep without your boyfriend and you wanted to make sure that he was okay.

Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

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*moves from the uk to america just so i can watch riverdale on a thursday and not a friday*

Ever think about being Harry’s date to an award show?

He’s so excited telling you that he’s been invited to the Oscars and that he wants you to come with him. But when you remind him that of course he’s invited, he’s nominated, he just laughs and shakes his head, mumbling, “Oh, right, forgot about tha’.”   

He insists on buying you the prettiest outfit, setting up countless appointments with your favorite designers. And he’d attend every one, showering you with compliments after every change. But you know you’ve got a winner when his jaw unhinges, tongue lolling to the side as he takes in the way the fabric hugs your every curve, the color compliments your skin tone, and how the style is so quintessentially you

In the car, he can’t keep his hands off you, though he’s careful not to muss your hair or smear your makeup. At first, you try to keep him from pawing at you, but you have to admit his blue polka dotted Gucci suit fits him exquisitely, and the way he’s left the top few buttons of the pale blue shirt gaping to give a peek of his strong chest has you swooning. Your resolve melts half way to the theater after you whimper a why and he answers, “I’ve got no control around yeh in this dress, kitten.” So Harry and you take turns placing kisses in concealable spots, delicately slipping fingers beneath clothes to feel each other without ruffling or creasing the fabric. 


But that doesn’t mean the both of you aren’t flushed from exertion when it’s time to exit the car and walk the carpet. 

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Amends

For the following request: “Could you please do a blurb where harry and the reader get into an argument?” 

This one is rather long, and angsty… Hope you all enjoy :) x



“What do you mean you can’t come? We’re in the bridal party, Harry..” you trail off meekly, staring at him with wide eyes over the top of your laptop.

He’s leaning against the doorway of your shared room with his arms crossed against the chest of the white t shirt he has on, tattooed arms glowing in the light of the sunset that’s streaming through the parted curtains, “Christ, love.. I kno’. But there’s nothin’ I can do… yeh kno’ I’d be there if I could.”

You blink at him in disbelief over your screen before you lower it to a close, sitting up on the bed and curling your legs towards you as you set the computer aside. You’re at a loss for words and the silence in between you two is deafening. He’s talking about missing your sister’s wedding this weekend, a wedding that has been planned months in advance.

“Say somethin,” he commands with a rasping voice, causing you to look up at him from your shocked reviere.

“Can’t you talk to Jeff? Harry everyone’s expecting us…” you try again with a weak voice, tilting your head at him. All your extended relatives were excited to meet Harry, but most especially your grandparents.

He sighs deeply and pushes off the doorway, making his way towards you and sitting on the bed next to you. He covers your knee with a hand, giving it a loving squeeze as he looks you carefully in the eye, “Tried, my love. S’just something ‘ve got t’do. S’fo m’job innit?”

His last statement makes the dropping sense of disappointment in your stomach pause for a moment.  He has a point. In all your time with Harry, you hadn’t often resented his career. It was a lot to handle, yes. From the hate, to the never ending flashes of cameras, to the overwhelming feeling of him being gone time and time again. His career was something he worked so hard for  and he made you so proud.  He handled as much as he personally could with charm and a careful heart, and even if you weren’t dating him- you know you’d admire him. Especially with his upcoming album, one that he’s worked so tirelessly for, one that you had convinced him was golden time and time again, you know this last minute nuisance of a event is crucial. And although the overwhelming part of you wants to throw a fit, you know you won’t.

His eyes are sincere and his brows are furrowed as he watches every inch of your face closely. You can tell he feels guilty, and you shake your head boldly before clearing your throat, “Y-yeah You’re right. It’s okay, Harry.”

Harry sighs with relief, giving you a boyish grin before he leans forward and presses a puckering kiss to your cheek in appreciation, “S’my girl. Knew yeh would understand fo’ me.”

That had been 4 days ago, and you thought you would understand. Because you had time and time again, but now, sitting with your hair pinned up in two dozen different places and aching feet to accompany your sour mood- you think otherwise. It had been a succession of events that had led you to feeling so… damn sorry for yourself. From your cousin having to step in to accompany you in the bridal festivities, to answering the question of Harry’s whereabouts from countless relatives, to Harry not even sending you a text throughout the day, and to now- watching the couples of all types dancing away: daddy/daughter, bride and groom, old aunts and uncles, and your parents. You feel completely alone in a room full of people, and slightly humiliated too.

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Soft

Harry X Reader

In which Harry loves your boobs and hates when you sleep.

Request? Yes:

Omg please write something about harry and his missus boobs I’m dying for it


Harry has been in a mood since the moment he woke up, hands roaming your body under the sheets, cupping the underneath of your breasts, lips sponging over the back of your neck. He woke you up with his feely touches, much to your annoyance.

“Harry, leave me alone,” you mumbled, rolling away from him. The two of you were out late last night and had a long day ahead of you. You needed all the shut eye you could get.

“Jus’ wan’ some cuddles, love,” he complained with a tired whine, fingers snaking over your hip in an effort to pull you back to him.

“No, you don’t. Let me sleep.” You had to shove his hands away twice more before he finally relented, climbing out of bed to get ready for the day. You were thankful for the peace, but no matter how hard you tried, there was no getting back to sleep.

Now, here you are, yawning through the doorway after a busy schedule of meetings and catch-ups, toeing off your shoes in the entryway. Your feet lead you to the couch where you collapse onto your back, eyes resting closed. A wave of relieved bliss washes over you until it’s broken once more.

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You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.


“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.


“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.


“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”


Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”


The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.


“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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One More

Here’s my first smut! I hope you guys like it. Fluffy blurbs are more of my forte, but hopefully this works out okay. Be gentle with me. x 

Please let me know what you thought!  (if y’all liked this I have another more ‘complete’ smut idea I can try out) 


Originally posted by megan-is-the-bestest

(short hair harry is the focus of this blurb but he’s too pretty in this) 


It’s the gentle feeling of his fingers trailing up and down your spine that awakens you. They’re smooth and soft as he taps along the length of your spine, dancing along the bone. You smile to yourself as you tuck your face into the pillow, not wanting to alert him that your awake because it’s not often that you receive such a nice wakeup call from your boyfriend. There’s a shift in the bed to accommodate his movements as he presses a kiss to your head and then brushes your hair aside from your neck, lowering his lips to press them to the newly exposed skin with the lightest of touches. He’s on the move again, clambering on top of you as he trails his lips down the path his fingers had traced earlier. His warm hands are pushing away the covers and gripping your hips with a squeeze as he moves lower with his lips, pressing a final smacking kiss at the end of your spine. 

You hum in contentment, hiding the sound in your pillow.  He’s chuckling sweetly at your meek effort, as he crawls back up the length of your body and presses a few hard kisses to your bare shoulder. “C’mon now, angel. Wanna see your face, don’t hide from me. Kno’ you’re awake…” He implores into your ear with a warm, raspy morning voice. 

You can’t fight it anymore, especially when he’s this adorable in the morning. He’s gotten the weekend off from filming and hadn’t hesitated a moment to fly you out. He’s lifting onto his elbows to let you turn onto your back, greeting him with a sleepy smile. “Morning, love o’ mine.” He rumbles, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours immediately. 

You let out a sound of surprise against them, wrapping yours arms around his neck while you let one of your hands run through his short, messy locks, tugging at them as they tickle your fingers. His haircut had been an adjustment, but you liked it short. He looked just as handsome as he did with his long hair. He pulls away, pressing a kiss to your cheek  before giving you a dopey smile. You let out a soft laugh, pushing down with your hand to bring his face back towards you so you can press a smacking kiss of your own right next to his nose, which scrunches up and bumps into your cheek as he turns towards you. “Morning, sleepy boy.” You greet as you lower back down to the bed. 

He scoffs at the pet name, using one hand to push your hair back from your forehead and tuck it behind your ear, “Sleep well, pet?” 

“Mhm… Not sure how much sleep I actually got though.” You quip back with a knowing smile.

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Send To All

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Requested by anonymous:

“hey there! I don’t know if you’re still doing 1D requests but I was wondering if I could request a Harry Styles imagine?? idk if you know of it but there’s a comedian called michael mcintyre who has a chat show and he has a segment called ‘send to all’ where he sends a mass text from the guests phone and reads the replies - anyways I was wondering if you could do a request where the reader is a celebrity and secretly dating Harry and their relationship gets exposed or something through this?? xx”

Warnings: None?? tiny bit of language and fluff I suppose

Notes: This gif has no relevance it just fucking kills me omg (also I’m so excited to write for harry eek)


“Good luck love, I know you’ll be amazing as always. Thinking of you and can’t wait to finally hold you in my arms tomorrow. H x” 

You felt your heart constrict and a buzz fill your body, a smile tugging up on your lips as your eyes scanned over the text your boyfriend had just sent you. Your thumbs hovered anxiously over the keyboard as you mulled over what you should reply with. You had just decided on replying with words teasing him about how he signed his texts just like his tweets when you were interrupted. 

“*yn*, we’re ready for you.” 

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Daddy’s Little Schoolgirl

Characters: AJ Styles x OFC

Warnings: NSFW visuals, sexual content, rough, spanking, daddy kink, age difference

Summary: AJ has a kink for his girlfriend dressing up like a schoolgirl. And one day he buys her the outfit and orders her to dress up. Smut ensues. That’s it. 

**WARNING: THIS IS EXTREMELY NSFW, AND VERY DIRTY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK PLEASE**

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Ever think about taking care of Harry when he’s feeling ill?

Like, he’d come home from the studio early even though a song is thisclose to being finished because every note irritates his scratchy throat and the sound of the bass reverberating through his skull during playback matches the pulsing of his migraine. 

And he’s disappointed when you’re not home because the only thing that can make him feel better and forget all about his hay fever is your cuddles. So he relaxes the best he can, flipping through his phone and holding his head in his hands trying to ignore the way his eyes are heavy and his body is exhausted.

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Worry

When Harry is so much of an overprotective Dad, he doesn’t even know who he is anymore.

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angelfacehobi  asked:

BTS reaction to their s/o waking up in a fright from a nightmare (and consequently waking them up too)

omfomf thank you so much for requesting! this is my first time writing one of these and I sort of took it in a different direction, so I really hope you like it!

Jin     

    Weak whimpers filled Jin’s sleep induced head, rustling accompanying the terrified noise. His tired and aching body told him to fall back to sleep, but when you woke up with a loud gasp, sitting forward, he was wide awake. He sat up.

    “(Y/N),” he whispered, “(Y/N), everything alright?”

    You turned to look at him and his heart shattered. Taking in your terrified eyes, your sweat covered body, hearing your short breaths, Jin felt his throat constrict as well. He stared at you, until it clicked that you were too terrified to do anything. Your body shook and you stared at him helplessly and Jin finally reached out.

     Grabbing one of your hands and brushing away a strand of hair, Jin kissed your temple.

     “Everything is going to be okay,” he reassured.

     You two sat like that for a couple of minutes until Jin felt his eyes droop once more. Dragging him with you, you fell back into the mattress, where he hugged you tightly.

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Yoongi

    Your eyes flew open and you shot forward, funky shadows filling your sight.

    Your shaky breathing and hammering heart filled the silence.

    Unbeknownst to you, the sudden movements woke up Yoongi. He peeked through his eyes to see your shadow curled up into a ball.

    Tired and aching from the day’s practice, Yoongi didn’t move from his spot, but he shifted just enough to reach out and grab your hand, squeezing it.

   His grip didn’t loosen until you nestled back by his side again, where he sleepily nuzzled closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

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Hoseok

    Hoseok woke up to excess heat by his chest that wasn’t there before. You were unconsciously shifting closer to him, repeatedly shouting out strangled “no!” Hoseok didn’t want to wake you up but then your fits got violent. You thrashed about, your shouts increasing in volume.

    “(Y/N),” Hoseok tried, latching onto your shoulders. “(Y/N). Wake up.”

    “Stop! No! Stop it!”

    “(Y/N)!” Hoseok called, shaking you slightly.

    His voice cut through your dream, everything suddenly stopping. Heart hammering, you finally woke up from the nightmare and Hoseok filled your vision.

    The feel of his warm hands gripping your shoulders, his bedhead– you took in all of Hoseok and you started tearing up as his worried eyes searched your face.

    His expression immediately changed, softening and letting out a quiet “aw.”

    With that tiny expression, it made your chest tighten and you felt your lips quivering. Hobi smiled softly and reached out.

    “Shhh shhh,” Hoseok shushed, pulling you into a hug and stroking your hair. “There there, it’s over now, you don’t have to worry. I’m right here for you.”  

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Namjoon

    A shout escaped your lips and you were wide awake, your heart thudding in your chest.

    Namjoon heard the shout and immediately sat up, frantically looking around. His sleepy eyes finally landed on your curled up form and he blurted, “Is everything alright?”

    You flinched at his loud voice and he noticed, quickly falling back into bed with you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

    “I’m sorry, that was loud,” he apologized. “You just had me worried.”

    You couldn’t reply, the nightmare replaying in your head.

    “Everything okay?”

    “Nightmare,” you shakily whispered.

    He sighed and closed his eyes, moving closer so your foreheads were touching. Little did he know that his peaceful face calmed you down, you just staring at his face.

     “Well, everything is okay now,” he whispered, his breath tickling your nose. “I’m here, you won’t get hurt.”

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Jimin

    Your head rang as blood quickly rushing to your head when you sat up. You groaned, clutching it to stop the ache and took deep breaths to calm your erratically beating heart.

     “(Y/N)?” a sleepy voice called out to you.

     Slowly, you turned around, catching Jimin running his hand through his hair, sitting up.

     You opened your mouth to say something but the memories of the the nightmare rushed through your mind again and panic rose in your chest.

     Sensing the sudden panic, Jimin reached out to cup your face in his hands to pull you closer to him. His thumb rubbed against your cheek.

     Looking deep into your eyes, he said, “Whatever it was, you’re awake now. Nothing will hurt you. I’m here. Take a deep breath. I love you jagi. You’re going to be okay.”

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Taehyung

    Taehyung woke up to cold air as the shared blanket was yanked from him, leaving him exposed. Your strangled shouts caused panic to rise up and he was fully awake, only for you to hit him in your violent thrashing. The blanket was caught underneath him and you tossed and turned, eventually pulling the both of you off the bed. Flailing, Tae quickly shifted so that he hurt you in the least possible way when you hit the floor.

    You finally woke when pain shot through your back, your limbs tangled in the blanket and you found yourself staring up at a worried Taehyung. His bangs covered his eyes, casting shadows across his face.

     Tears immediately pricked your eyes and Tae sat up, pulling you with him. Using the blanket, he wrapped it around your head and tugged you closer to him, kissing your nose. Then your cheek. Then your temple. And then pretty much the rest of your face.

    “It’s over now, (Y/N),” he reassured before pecking your quivering lips. “Everything is okay.”

Originally posted by ta3taetae

Jungkook

    Whimpers escaped your lips and you tossed and turned, constantly hitting Jungkook in the process. Jungkook stirred but didn’t fully realize the situation until you screamed. He bolted upright, his head whipping over to look at you, still thrashing in your sleep.

    “(Y/N),” Jungkook called. “(Y/N)!” You continued to flail, so he reached out and grabbed your arms, squeezing them. His grip pulled you from the nightmare, and you shot forward, nearly colliding heads with Jungkook.

    You took in his sleepy form but a shadow behind him caught you eyes and the nightmare flooded into your thought again, nearly losing sight of what was right in front of you.

    Jungkook opened his mouth to say something reassuring, but the moment he saw your face contorting back into fright, he immediately starting rubbing your arms, softly saying you name, flashing a reassuring smile, and brought you closer to him, trying to keep you in reality. Resting his head into the crook of your neck and fully wrapping his arms around you, he repeated that everything was alright. 

     You stared ahead, feeling his warm embrace and the hot tears in your eyes, but not fully being present.

     But once you finally calmed down and returned his embrace, he lied back down, softly singing “Butterfly,” as that was the first song that popped up in his mind.

Originally posted by apgujeon