reading in bed


Gif source:  Erin

Imagine being Erin’s girlfriend and being extremely cuddly whenever you’re sleepy.

——— Request for anon ———

She was reading beside you in bed, but you wanted nothing more than to cuddle, urging sleepily as your arm wound over her thighs, “Turn the lights off.”

Erin giggled as you nestled your nose into her side, “I will once I’m done with this chapter! It’s getting good!”

“I’m sleepy,” you whine quite childishly.

Laying one arm across you, she urges, “Hold on, I’m almost done.”

Intertwined(Part 11)

//Part 1//  //Part 10//

Author’s note: finally I had time to finish writing this yay!!


Fools - Troye Sivan

Mad World - Jasmine Thompson

Till Kingdom Come - Coldplay

Pairing: Reader x Jinyoung(Got7)

Word Count:1200+

Genre: Angst

Originally posted by jypnior

My Father was in bed reading an old book when I slipped in. I smiled warmly at him and softly sat at his side.

    “Where did you find that?”

    “I was throwing some weeds away today and someone had pitched some books in the trash. I couldn’t leave them there.” he slipped a piece of fabric into the book and closed it. He placed it to the side and took my hand in his. “How is working for the prince?”

    “He’s wonderful and very kind to me. He even lets me read.”

    “You seem happy, I’m glad.” he rubbed his thumb across the top of my hand. “I say you look just like your mother. She wore the same thing when she worked as a maid.”

    I told my father about Mark and his mom, My roommates, what my duties were and everything thing else that happened since I last saw him. I left out Jinyoung promise and anything that would lead someone to believe Jinyoung and I were more than servant and master. I felt a weight lift off my chest as I just talk and my father listened. Somehow talking about it all made me feel like all of it was not as bad as I thought it was.

    “Well my flower you been on one hell of an adventure up there haven’t you.” it was the first thing my father said since I started.

    “Yes I have, I actually have something to show you. It’s kinda funny really.” I pulled the old photo out of my pocket careful not to let my father see it just yet. “Jinyoung and I were going through some old photo albums today and we found this.”

    I placed the photo in my father hand and waited for his response. But it didn’t come. I watch the smile on his face slip away, he suddenly looks much older to me. He grips tight to the photo and let out a ragged sigh.

    “Where did you find this?” was all he said

    “Jinyoung’s father old photo book which ended up in his room somehow.” I watch him flip the photo over and read the small handwriting on the back.

    “This fool,” he whispers to himself. It was like something out of a dream. There was no way my father would know about the people in this photo. He was just a gardener. How would he know the King? Unless he has been lying to me about his past? Come to think of it, my father never talked about his past. The only thing he really had told me was how he met my mother and everything after that.

    “Papa, is that you in the photo?” I decided that I just needed to jump to the question that been eating away at me. He looked up from the photo and into my eyes. He searches them for a moment and took a deep breath in.

    “Yes it is but at the same time, it isn’t” I tilted my head in confusion. “I was once the man in this photo but this part of me died a very long time ago.”

    “How did you know the king?” I asked quietly

    “That I can not tell you, my dear.”


    “For your safety.”

    “What can be so dangerous about your life?”

    “You have no idea, I chose to leave that life behind me. I am no longer the man in that photo. I don’t want to discuss this anymore.”

“But Pap-”

“I said I didn’t want to discuss this anymore!” he had raised his voice at me. There have been very few moments in my life that remember my father ever raising his voice at me.

“Ok….. I’m sorry.” I whispered out.

“It’s ok my dear.” he gave back the photo. “Make sure you give this back and what we have discussed can’t leave this room. Ever.”

I nodded in agreement and tucked the photo back in my pocket.

“I must go and try to find something to eat.” he stood up from the bed. “Anything else you want to tell me?”

I stayed on the bed shuffling my shoes. Over the past month, I have gone over in my head over and over again on how I was going to tell my father about Jinyoung’s promise.

“There is isn’t there?”

“Yes…” I took one last deep breath. “Jinyoung has offered me, my freedom and…..and you can come with me”

I had gone through a million different ways my father would react to the news. I imagine him jumping for joy in some or hugging me in others. However, in the million different ways, I thought my father would react, the way he was acting now never crossed my imagination. He stood in front of me, looking at the ground. Looking so much beyond his years again.


“I’m happy for you, my flower. This is a one in a million chance. You should take it. But..” he finally tore his gaze from the ground and into my eyes. “But I can not come with you.”


“My life is here at the castle. I don’t belong out there. I have to stay here.”

“No papa I can’t leave without you. I can’t do it without you.” I felt my hand start to shake. The tear starting pool in my eyes.

“Yes you can my dear, you are incredibly strong. You have so much potential. This is your chance to grow and shine.” he sat down next to me and brought my hand into his.

“What happen to as long as we had each other that all we needed.” I didn’t stop the tears.

“I will away be with you in here.” he pointed to my heart and then cupped my face. “My beautiful flower, I will always be here for you.” I curled into my father and let my tears soak through his shirt. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him. I felt like a child again. We sat there for a while. Holding each other.

“When will you be leaving?” he gently asks

“Before Jinyoung wedding.”

“Then we must make use of what time we have left.” my father loosens his grip on me “I must go to dinner before I am missed.”

My father kissed my forehead and left for dinner. I didn’t move from the bed. I stayed and let the smells of my childhood comfort me.  I tried to rack my brain on how I would leave this place without my father. Once I left, I would never be able to come back. I would never be abe to see my papa again. I leave to a world I knew nothing of, alone. Would I even try to leave without my him?  But the latter was staying behind and watching someone I love, marry someone else. For the rest of my life, I would watch him belong to someone else. Could I live through the pain? As I sat there, I watched the light at the end of my tunnel start to grow smaller and smaller.

As always I hoped you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it!!<3

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