“Can you do a tom holland x reader where the reader is sam and harry’s age and the three of them are really close but tom has always lowkey liked her and when he comes home or whatever he just like word vomits to her about liking her and just fluff?”
I absolutely loved this request, I may have tweaked it just a tiny bit, I hope you don’t mind. Also, apologies if it took so long! Thank you so much for sending it in, and I hope you like it! As always, REQUESTS ARE OPEN.
“Sam, mate, you’re supposed to catch it with your hands, not your face.”
“Shut up, Tom.”
“Sam! Sam! I’m open!”
Another day, another round of squabbles from the Holland brothers. The sound of their feet scuffling along the ground filled your ears along with a few (more than a few) colourful words coming from their mouths. The lads were playing basketball, if you could call it that. It actually looked more like they were just throwing the ball around then tackling each other afterwards.
“I’m not quite sure if that’s how basketball works.” You remarked from your spot on the Hollands’ backyard deck, there was no fucking way in hell that you were joining in with those cavemen.
“It’s not.” replied Paddy from next to you
“Padster, how come you aren’t joining in?” you asked
Paddy rolled up his shirt sleeve to reveal a rather nasty looking bruise. You let out a gasp that he promptly rolled his eyes at.
“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’s just a bruise, doesn’t even hurt.”
Harry let out a yelp as Sam and Tom tackled him to the ground. Paddy ran over to them, concerned for his older brother. You didn’t move though, you just rolled your eyes. He’d shake it off, like he always does.
Most your days were spent like this, being an honourary part of the Holland family, you basically lived with them. Sam, Harry, Tom, and you had christened yourselves “The Fab Four” since you were children, the fact that Tom was three years older than the rest of you never posed an issue (since he’s basically a child).
“Thanks for the concern, Y/N.” Harry said sarcastically as he passed you, going into the house to get some ice for his arm
“You’re so welcome, my child.”
“Shut up, we’re the same age!” he hollered from inside
You chuckled, quite pleased with yourself. Your phone beeped in your hands, you looked down to check it.
With Harry inside, the game had ceased. Sam had lifted Paddy above his head so he could reach the hoop.
“And here comes Paddy Holland with the winning shot!” Tom said in his special sports announcer voice
Paddy dunked the ball and both his brothers cheered. You chuckled to yourself but didn’t look up, too engrossed in your phone, well, until it was snatched from your hands.
“Rude!” you yelled, whipping around to face your enemy. All five feet and eight inches of Thomas Stanley Holland stood before you, he was smiling, your phone held high above his head.
“Using my height to your advantage, I see.”
Tom shrugged. “Well, love, I’ve got to. Sam and Harry make me look like a joke.”
Your attempts to jump for your phone were futile but since you weren’t one to back down easily, especially when it came to the brothers, you bent your knees and sprung upward forcefully. And although it was valiant effort, Tom caught you by your waist before you could even grab your phone.
Gravity pushed you down, inevitably taking Tom down with you. Your bodies crashed down onto the floor but Tom made sure to lay you on top of him so he could absorb the majority of the impact. The wind rushed out of your lungs as your back hit Tom’s chest, you heard him grunt from under you.
Sam and Paddy watched you two with interest, they shared a knowing look but said nothing, carrying on with their game.
“Tom! You fucking idiot!” you exclaimed, struggling to roll off of him since he was holding onto you tightly
He let out a big laugh, squeezing you. Tom has always loved you, he’s never told you right out, but as they say, actions speak louder than words. And in Tom’s case? They were screaming.
“Tom, come on, let go!” you elbowed him, making him loosen his grip on you
The both of you sat up, catching your breath. Your eyes met briefly, and you burst out laughing uncontrollably.
Paddy nudged Sam, “Look at them. Do you think Tom likes Y/N?”
“I’ll be damned if he didn’t.” Sam replied, noticing the way Tom looked at you.
Dom and Nikki invited you to stay for dinner which wasn’t an unusual occurrence. You all sat around the dining table, eating, laughing, swapping stories, and basically being a picture perfect family.
“I can’t stress enough how nice it is to have another lass in the house, Y/N. I’m so glad you’re around more often, love.” Nikki smiled at you from next to Dom
“I’ll be around even more, if you’d like.” you joked, earning laughs from everyone
“We’d love that, wouldn’t we, Tess?” Tom scratched the Blue staffy that has been sitting by his feet the entire dinner, scarfing down scraps happily
“Tom would love that.” Harry muttered as he sipped from his glass, a bruise was forming on his arm from their earlier game. Tom froze upon hearing his brother’s remark. What did this little fucker know?
Your spoon was suspended halfway to your mouth, you looked to Harry with a confused look on your face. The lighthearted chatter continued around you.
“We,” Sam punctuated, looking briefly at Tom “would all love that, Y/N. We could be the Three Musketeers while Tom is away.”
Tom inwardly sighed in relief. He gave Sam a thankful look, then simultaneously frowned at Harry.
“You could still be the Fab Four. I could stand-in for Tom.” Paddy said hopefully and oh-so adorably. You gave him an affectionate look and nodded.
“Of course you can stand-in for Tom. He’s a butt anyway for leaving us here.” you stuck your tongue out at the oldest Holland boy, which he returned. The parents snickered at all your antics, feeling accomplished for having created such a beautiful family.
“Who’s going to stand-in for Harry, then?” Dom asked
“Harry’s irreplaceable.” you stated nonchalantly, eating the last of your roast dinner
Dom stood up from his seat and called for everyone’s attention. “Can I have everyone’s attention, please? I’d better, or else you’re all grounded, except you, Y/N.”
You pumped your fist in the air triumphantly as everyone laughed.
“I just want to toast to Tom.” Dom continued, “As I always tell you, your life is changing. We all pray you never forget where you’ve come from, son. You’re doing us proud, representing Team Holland on the world stage and completely eclipsing my career. Safe travels, my boy!”
“Hear, hear!” Harry exclaimed as everyone raised their glasses
“Need help?” you strode into the kitchen, dinner having just ended. Tom was already doing the dishes, just like he always did.
“Oh shit, hey.” he hastily shut off the tap and turned to you
You leaned against the counter, gazing at Tom thoughtfully. He gazed back at you, trying to remember the way you looked.
“I thought you’d left already.” Tom said softly, leaning against sink, crossing his arms.
“Without saying good bye to my favourite Holland?” you replied, giving him a sly smile
He couldn’t stop the blush that spread across his cheeks. “And here I thought Harry was your favourite Holland, what with him being irreplaceable and all.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, well, well. I didn’t think my little comment would get under your skin so much.”
He ran his still soapy hands through his hair, not noticing the suds that stuck to his hair.
“You’re always getting under my skin, Y/N.” he chuckled nervously as you moved closer to him
“It’s a talent. Hold still a minute, Tom.” His heart nearly stopped as you reached up to brush the soap suds from his hair. His eyes involuntarily fluttered shut, savouring your touch.
“Y/N,” Tom breathed out once he felt your hand caress his cheek
“I-I’m sorry.” you stuttered out in reply, wringing your hands nervously. Had you crossed a line?
You began inching closer towards the doorway. Tom finally snapped out of his stupor and noticed your retreating form, he grabbed your hand. “No, Y/N, wait. I-I need to tell you something.”
A mixture of confusion and anticipation flooded your veins. He took a deep, cleansing breath that he expected would give him the composure he needed to say what he wanted to say, but instead:
Both of you stood in stunned silence, allowing Tom’s rushed confession permeate the still air. The rest of the Hollands were eavesdropping on you from the opposite side of the walls.
“You.. You what?” you managed to get out
Tom just wanted to pull his hair out, how he wished he had some of that Spider-man confidence right about now. He took another deep breath, and looked you right in the eyes.
“I love you. I have loved you for a long time now but I never said anything because I thought you’d think it was weird.”
There it was. He’d finally laid it all out for you. Now was your chance, you could finally release all of your pent up feelings for Tom, you could finally tell him how much he actually meant to you without the fear of being rejected or the fear of ruining the amazing friendship you two had built.
“Eight years,” you mumbled, just loud enough for Tom to hear “Eight years, I’ve been keeping this from you, from all of you.”
His heart was racing. Could it be? Was he luckier than he thought?
“What are you saying, Y/N?”
You shook your hair out in mild frustration. “Tom. I’ve loved you since I was ten.”
And with that, Tom took you in his arms in a bone crushing hug. He then lifted you in the air and spun you around like you didn’t weigh a thing. A mix of elation and adrenaline was coursing through Tom’s veins, you didn’t have to say anything else, the kiss Tom pressed to your lips did all the talking for you.
Now comfortably seated on the couch, you and Tom snuggled together. His hand drew patterns on your back while the other held yours tightly. It was already rather late, the realization that Tom was leaving tomorrow hit you rather hard.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispered to you “And I was wondering, Ms. Y/L/N, if you would like to accompany me for a few weeks?”
You looked up at his handsome face, trying to gauge if he was actually serious. “You want me to come with you?”
“Of course, Y/N.” he replied sincerely, placing a gentle kiss on your lips
“I’d love to.. But, maybe you should ask my folks first?”
Tom laughed. “I will. Don’t worry, they love me. They won’t say no.”
“I admire your confidence, Thomas.”
“Not as much as I admire you… So, you’ve been in love with me since you were ten?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you with the smuggest look on his face
“Shove off, Tom.”
He got on top of you and began peppering your face with kisses. “Oh, come on, Y/N! You know you looooove me.”
And you did. You really, really did. The best part was, he loved you too.
When a college reunion takes an unusual turn, the reader finds herself amidst a game of truth or dare not knowing that at the declaration of dare would change her life into a spiral of trouble with the mysterious clown that lives in the sewers. Now her thoughts and dreams are haunted by him and she knows he loves to play…
…Pennywise is unforgiving once he’s started and the reader realises her body may not be able to handle the sheer strength of this being. But it doesn’t appear that he is going to let up anytime soon…
Ayyyyy I’m writing really late tonight again but the latest I’ve ever started. But hey, anything for my audience. Speaking of audience, there’s over a thousand of you!!! What the heck I’m so humbled that there’s a thousand of you who would follow me c,: Thank you so much everyone ❤❤ as always, if you wanna be tagged in future works then let me know via dms!
If you aren’t a fan then w ha t are you doing here? Go find some d a n k It memes or something idk. I’m keeping out of the main It movie tags.
He was merciless from the get go. His hips smashed into the back of your thighs to produce an obscene slapping sound that was the only sound in the room. That was except for your cries and sobs that you were unsure if they were because it burned or because it felt so good that you were struggling to handle how you felt.
It was mainly a shocking painful stretch at first for Pennywise had simply thrust inside your cunt right to the hilt. He didn’t move for a moment as your slick, tight walls clung tightly around his cock, a sensation he had probably never felt in the time he had been in existence so he was simply taking his time to really feel. But then he was withdrawing from your body, the hooked tip dragging along your cunt slowly, before snapping his hips back with a growl. You had let out a cry and he giggled roughly, thrusting harder to make you squeal again.
Now you were in a constant state of euphoria, the amount of near orgasms that had been denied was completely unbearable, your body trembling and twitching every time his thumb would swipe your clit and his large cock would hit your g-spot over and over. But he knew whenever you were close, not just by the way your body reacted but also by smell. You sweetened when you were about to reach your orgasmic release so he would grunt and remove his thumb to grasp onto your hips and thrust faster, his own release bubbling.
The first time he had orgasmed his drool dropped thickly all over your body as he roared, an inhumane sound that had you quivering in fear because it was so frightening. He had been sure to be inside of you to the hilt whilst his hot cum pulsed inside of you, bubbling thickly around as it shot inside of you. There was more of the thick goop than there was room in your pussy to accommodate so it squirted out of you around his cock and onto the sheets below your ass. He had laughed gruffly as his chest rose and fell in post orgasmic pleasure but he was soon recovering and picking up his pace again.
You had lost count how many times he had released inside of you and cut off your build up to an orgasm. He would giggle every time and you knew he would stop his pleasuring of your body and a fresh set of tears would roll down your cheeks, only mere whimpers passing through your lips. You were aching and exhausted but his energy seemed to have no end, your session having lasted what seemed like an eternity of pleasure. Your clit was extremely sensitive and swollen, almost painful from the constant rubs of his gloved fingers and your inner walls were raw and tingly from the large spurts of cum and the taking of the hooked tip. Maybe this was his way of killing you, to fuck you until you were so far gone that he was able to end you so easily. By now your vision was dark around the edges as unconsciousness threatened to take you as well.
“P-please, let me cum.” You were barely able to croak at him. He shoved himself fully and leaned down to you, a sly grin across his lips.
“Awww, you’re still going without a single orgasm. I told you I would ruin you. Although, you’re not completely gone…” He trailed off. And then his sly grin curled into something even more malicious, his brows furrowed to the extreme and his eyes glowing gold with a ring of red. “Say, you wanna come, huh?” He asked roughly, his breaths were uneven and his saliva dripped onto your lips. You exhaled and hiccuped, you lips parting slightly as silent tears rolled.
“Please…!” You simply begged tiredly. The clown cackled and sat up straight. The glint in his eye was worse than anything you’d ever imagined, and you bit your lip. Pennywise pressed his thumb to your clit and you moaned as a mix of pain and pleasure stung your nerves. And then he was thrusting again, his speed blinding and near enough paralyzing. Your eyes rolled backwards into your skull as his thumb began to flick and circle in time of his hips and soon you felt it again, the orgasm hastily approaching but now you weren’t sure if you wanted to feel. Your body was too sensitive and deprived that you were sure you’d shatter like glass if this orgasm hit. Your eyes snapped back into place and you met his intense gaze with terror
“N-no wait! Please no!” You screamed but it was too late; your whole body violently seized up and then began to writhe and arch, a loud moaning scream ripping through your throat. This was by far the most intense and almost painful orgasm you’d been forced to experience, and it never seemed to end. His thumb flicked faster and his cock pinned into your sensitive spot until the world seemed to brighten to white, Pennywise’s giggles and taunts mocking you as you entered oblivion with one last jab of forced pleasure and then there was nothing, just darkness. You were gone, your consciousness pulled away.
Everything was sticky you noticed when you awoke from a blank dream. Your whole body seemed to slightly burn as though you’d spent the entire day in the gym repeating everything over and over until you’d passed out. But you’d been to no gym, at least not lately, so why were you so achy?
As you attempted to close your strangely parted legs a shot of pain stabbed into your stomach and you groaned, instantly forgetting to try again. And then you gasped, eyes wide in horror. You remembered everything. Your eyes flicked around the room catiously for any sign of the dark clown but you were able to sigh in relief for there was not even a single thread to indicate he was still there. But you knew it had been no dream, no, the slick cum on the bed and slowly leaking from your painfully gaping cunt and the many bites and scratches littering your body were clear signs that yes you had engaged in sexual intercourse with him and that he was gone.
You tried to move again but your body protested overwhelmingly, the aches and pains turning worse if you moved too much. That clown really had no limits when he toyed with you, experiencing pleasure for the first time in the process and now he was gone completely! Not even a cheesy comment to say good bye or him waiting for you. The thought made your heart ache that he would simply do that to you, but then you remembered he was a non-feeling monster who wanted to play with his food and feast on their fear. But then you felt a piece of paper under your left hand and you carefully lifted if up to see what it was. Your body flinched at the scarlet lettering, your mind considering it to be blood rather than ink. But you read it even so,
Little one, your orgasmic face was the best thing I’ve ever witnessed in all of the time I’ve been here, and when you lost consciousness I knew I wanted this again.
You knew it was Pennywise who’d wrote the letter and it made you shudder and drop the note on the floor. You couldn’t go through that again, you swore you were so close to death that surely next time you’d truly fall into a permanent slumber as your body failed to handle the intense stimulation and never wake up again. You could imagine it now on your gravestone; (y/n), death by intense pleasure. You didn’t want that, you knew it was time to leave Derry while you still had the chance.
It was good half an hour before you were able to sit up slowly and push off the ruined bed, your destination being the bathroom. You needed to scrub clean before facing anyone from the outside world again. The shower was a painful and slow process as you bathed your wounds and carefully washed out cum from your body. Forty-five minutes later and you were wrapped in a warm, fluffy towel and stumbling over to the old dresser to grab some sweats and a long sleeved jumper, turning to the chest of drawers to get a set of underwear too. It hurt to slowly pull the panties up but you felt better wearing them.
Once dressed, you turned to the bed and prepared to strip it but something caught your eye, something that had been placed on your pillow. Biting your lip, you slowly approached it and your eyes widened, along with the piece of paper there was a simple piece of black elasticated string short enough to be a choker and a single, battered and worn bell hung from the centre of it. With a shaky hand, you picked it up. And to your horror there was another note, a smaller one.
Here, something to remind you that you’re mine.
Your eyes were wide as they flicked back to the choker. This wasn’t any old bell, no, this was from his suit directly. You knew you weren’t your own anymore.
I’m so tired, I’ve never written so late. I hope it won’t happen again tomorrow. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, the smut was cut off but I couldn’t be bothered with the details. Stay tuned for part 9 tomorrow at a better time!
→ summary: It takes a trip to Jeju Island for you to reconcile with your first love, but you weren’t aware of the repercussions. → pairing: min yoongi x reader → rating: M → genre/warnings: angst, smut, instances of cheating → word count: 9.1k → next chapter: chapter 2 → a/n: i’d like to thank @blueagust for all the encouragement and help, especially with the smut scene. Thank you so much, Lou!!!
there was any sort of love that’s bound to hurt and traumatize you, chances
are, it was your first love.
Warnings: Reader is a single mom. (very young single mom). Fluff.
Notes: And here i am with another fluff Jensen x Reader, sorry, that’s my thing. I inspired myself on the story of Savannah and Everleigh Soutas, and in the lovely couple, Savannah and Cole LaBrant, because they are amazingggg!!!!! I hope you like this! (Thinking about opening my requests soon!!!). Special thank you @realdiepie and @bleu-dans-la-nuit
“Are you ready sweetie?” You asked your daughter who was putting one of her stuffed toys in your bag.
“Yeah.” She answered with her cute little voice. She was only three years old, and you already didn’t want her to grow up anymore. “Mommy let’s go!” She said excited making you laugh.
“Okay, let’s go.” You said locking your house, opening the car and putting her in the baby seat. Since the start of the Supernatural series, you had been a huge fan. You loved the characters, you loved the cast and you loved the show. And now, a convention in your city was finally happening. And since Lottie, your little girl, loved the series too - the episodes you allowed her to see at least -, she was going with you. And it wasn’t like you had anyone to watch her for you if you went alone…
“Are we here?” She asked looking through the window and you smiled, sighing.
“Yes, Lottie, we’re here.” You said excitedly taking her out of the car. You couldn’t believe this was going to happen! Everything was so surreal. You entered the hotel where the convention was happening and immediately saw a bunch of fans, mostly teenagers, wearing Supernatural shirts, taking pictures and cosplaying. You put a white shirt in Lottie that said “Protected by Sam and Dean", with purple and blue dotted pants; and you worr a black shirt that said “The hell protected by Sam and Dean. I got this shit" and jeans.
Because Lottie was young, you didn’t pay for anything else but the Photo Op with Jared and Jensen. She wouldn’t stand being in the hotel with noisy fans all day.
“Oh my god, aren’t you the cutest thing ever?” A redhead girl with glasses in line in front of you said when she looked to your daughter and you laughed.
“Hello.” Lottie said a little embarrassed. “I like your hair, it’s like mine!” She continued, talking about her strawberry-blonde hair, and the woman laughed looking at you.
“She’s shy just during the first few seconds, then, she’s a talker.” You explained and your daughter looked at you with a smile and gave a small laugh.
“Thank you! I like yours too! What’s your name?” She asked.
“Lottie! What’s yours?” Lottie answered holding your hand.
“Amy. Do you like Supernatural?”
“Yeah!” Your daughter answered excitedly and you smiled. You had raised her well. “I looove Dean, but momma said that his real name is Jense.” You and Lottie started to talk to the woman, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you had a friend. You were only 19 when you got pregnant and your family… well, your family wasn’t exactly supportive. You had to move from your city, and your friends - at least the ones that remained - stayed there. And now between watching Lottie, writing and working in the restaurant, you didn’t have time to make friends.
“Mommy….” Lottie said sleepily, resting her head on your shoulder.
“I know, I know.” You answered kissing her forehead. You had been in the line for a few hours now, and this was pretty hard when you had a little daughter. First she was running around and talking to everyone, but now she was starting to get sleepy and it hurt your heart that you just couldn’t go home and put her to sleep. Amy was next, so you were almost getting in.
“Okay, here I go, wish me luck! And please (Y/N), call me, let’s go grab a drink sometime.” She said and you smiled giving her a clumsy hug.
“We sure will, have fun!” You said excited referring to the photo OP and she smiled.
“Bye Lottie, it was so good to meet you!” She said and Lottie waved saying a cute “Bye”.
“Are you excited? We are next!” You said trying to cheer her up.
“I am momma, but I’m tired.” She said and you gave her a small smile. This broke your heart in pieces. Cliff was there, and you and Amy talked to him a little.
“Is she okay?” He asked when he came back from the room where the pictures were being taken. Lottie started to groan and you felt tears in your shirt. Oh no…
“She’s tired.” You said rubbing her back and her cries started to get loud.
“Oh” He said putting his hand on her back to help to calm her down. “You are almost going in okay?”
“Yeah, thank you.” You said with a soft smile and he smiled. He was a sweet guy and it was so nice to meet him. Lottie started to cry louder and rub her eyes, and sadly you couldn’t do anything about it.
“Lottie we gonna see Dean and Sam, you love them!” You said to her but she didn’t stop crying.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on here?” You heard a very familiar voice in front of you.
You slowly looked up to the person who had just talked and gasped in shock. It’s was Jensen fucking Ackles in flesh. He was incredibly handsome, nothing compared to what we saw on the series. He was tall, had the most beautiful green eyes you ever seen in your life (after your daughter’s, of course… she was your daughter after all) and boy did he smell good.
Jensen stopped when he got out of the room and saw you. He was paralyzed. He never though this could happen just from seeing someone, but you were beautiful, and immediately caught his attention.
But the little girl’s cry woke him up, making him look at her and his face turned to a hurt face. He hated hearing kids cry, it was the worst sound in the entire world in his opinion. Not because it was annoying or anything like that, but because his heart turned into dust when he heard it, it was like something was hurting him.
“Hey sweetheart.” He said getting close to you, making your heart speed up. You couldn’t open your mouth to even say “Hi”. “What’s the matter?” He asked to Lottie putting his hand in her back and like a miracle, she stopped crying to look at him, still rubbing her eyes.
“Are you… Jense?” She asked confused, altering her look between you and him. He smiled, and when he looked at you, you felt your legs shake.
“Yeah I am princess.” He said sweetly holding her hand. “And what’s your name?”
“Lottie…” She answered softly.
“Well Lottie, can you tell me why you were crying?” You didn’t think he could get any cuter, then he turned to you and said: “Can I pick her up?” You nodded, unable to say anything, and when he extended his arms to her, she immediately went to him.
“C'mon inside.” He said to you with a smile, nodding his head towards the door and you two entered.
“I want to sleep.” Lottie answered with a pout making you two laugh. You didn’t see Jared anywhere.
“You want to sleep? Okay, I know a quiet room for you to sleep after this.” He said with a big smile and you frowned. “And tell me, Lottie, what’s your gorgeous mom’s name?” He asked to her while looking at you, and you felt your checks burn.
“Hm…” She started thinking about it and you laughed. “Mommy” She answered and he laughed loudly, you too.
“(Y/N). Big fan.” You said and he smiled, giving you a clumsy hug with the arm he wasn’t holding your daughter and making you shiver.
“Pleasure to met you (Y/N).” Jensen said looking straight into your eyes and you smiled. “Jared just went to the bathroom, he will be back in a second for us to take the picture.”
“It’s alright” You said. Jensen’s eyes locked with yours and if it wasn’t for Lottie, he had a feeling that you would be looking at each other for some time.
“I looove Dean, he’s so cute.” She said and Jensen looked at her in awe.
“He is? He thinks you’re a pretty little girl too.” He said before coming to look back to you. “She’s pretty smart for a… I’m guessing four?”
“She’s three.” You said feeling proud of your daughter.
“Wow, just three. Most of the young girls can’t tell the difference between me and Dean.” He explained looking surprised at her, and even though she wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, she gave a little laugh circling her small arms around Jensen’s neck.
“I don’t know why, but she’s just learned your…”
“SAM!” She screamed looking behind Jensen to where Jared appeared. You looked at him, and couldn’t help but smile. He was so handsome too. You just couldn’t believe you were face to face with them.
“… Name.” You finished after Lottie’s interruption and Jensen laughed.
“Hello there honey!” Jared said with a big smile when he saw her. “Hello there sweetheart!” This time, the hello was for you, and your smile grew even more when he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a strong hug. He smelled pretty nice too. “You okay?” He asked looking straight into your eyes too.
“Yeah…” You said with a sigh of adoration and he smiled kissing your forehead.
“Great.” Jared said. “Now, you!” He said pointing at your daughter. “I want a hug too!” He said and she smiled going to his arms.
“Your daughter is simply adorable.” Jensen said appearing by your side when Jared started to talk with Lottie.
“Thank you.” You said happily. “You know, sometimes I think that I wouldn’t have found strength to raise her alone if it wasn’t for you guys, you know, the campaigns and all the love.” You said referring to the Always Keep Fighting campaign, and Jensen’s face turned serious, looking straight at you. You gasped in surprise when he just drew you into a strong hug.
“I’m glad you did.” He said still hugging you. “The guy who left you was a douche, you are so beautiful and amazing, he doesn’t know what he is missing.” He said making tears come up in your eyes. It was the most beautiful thing someone could’ve say to you.
“What do you think about taking that picture?” Jared asked excited, and you shook your head trying to prevent the tears from falling before agreeing. You stayed in the middle of them, Jared’s arm that wasn’t holding Lottie circling your waist and Jensen’s arm in your shoulders. You smiled and you heard Chris snapping two pictures. Lucky you.
“Thank you.” You said first to Chris, who smiled to you. “Thank you guys, you have no idea how much this means to me and to Lottie. We really appreciate it.” You said turning to them, and they smiled.
“Thank you.” Lottie said quietly and they both looked at her in ‘awe’. “I love you guys. This much!” She said opening her arms and you laughed.
“We love you too.” Jensen said and opened his arms. “This much!” She laughed and Jared put her in the ground after he kissed her forehead. Jensen bent down to give her a hug while Jared hugged you whispering “thank you, I love you” in your ear.
Jensen stood up, and hugged you strong, kissing your cheek, taking more time than necessary. Not that you were complaining.
“So Cliff is gonna take you to a quiet cast room for Lottie to sleep a little bit until the panels start. Are you going to see ours?” Jensen asked and your eyes widened.
“Oh… I didn’t pay for anything else other than the OP, I didn’t think Lottie would be able to stand it.” You explained surprised, and he and Jared exchanged looks.
“You want to see our panel?” Jared asked while Lottie held your hand. “Cause we can arrange that."
"If you think Lottie can handle it after getting some sleep, you can stay.” Jensen said, hoping that you would. Why the hell was he so intrigued about you?
“Oh my god guys, really?” You said surprised feeling your heart beat faster. “You can do that for me?"
"Yeah, definitely!” Jared said smiling and you smiled too.
“Well… What do you think Lottie?” You asked looking down at her, and she smiled excitedly.
“Yes!” She said happily and you looked back to them with a smile.
“I guess we will stay then!” You said happily and both of them smiled, feeling satisfied with your answer. Especially Jensen…
Anon requested: “Can you prove you got jams? If so, I invite you to a BTS scenario challenge. This is where i give you criteria’s for the scenario. And from there you are given total creative freedom. But, can you handle it? Here’s the criteria: |Member: Kim Taehyung| “I just want to fall asleep so i don’t miss you anymore.” |Angst -> FLUFF| And the rest is up to you! Don’t forget to have fun and to tag it so i can read it! see you later. -ChallengeA”
Summary: You were leaving for a 1 week business trip, and saying good-bye to your boyfriend didn’t turn out how you wanted it to go.
Word Count: 1880
Frantically running back and forth between the bathroom and your bedroom, you were gathering items that you needed to shove into your one suitcase. Work clothes, pajamas, tourist clothes, and bathroom supplies, there is no way all of this will fit. Your company was sending your department to Japan for a week, to compare notes, and ideas. You knew you would be attending this huge meeting for 3 months now, yet you waited until 3 hours before you had to be out of your apartment to start packing.
“Laptop where is it.” You mumbled to yourself, throwing off the bedsheets trying to find your laptop with your presentation on it. After making your room a disaster, you saw it sitting on your desk. You grabbed it and put it on the top of your opened suitcase. You scanned your list again, to make sure you grabbed everything, and did a quick scan of the bathroom and your bedroom again.
“That should be all.” You said as you zipped your suitcase and grabbed the handle to wheel it out into the living room. With your phone in hand, you nervously checked it to see if your boyfriend had texted you. His busy schedules, and the lack of time he has it wasn’t a surprise that he hasn’t contacted you. You couldn’t help but feel a bit sad, you’ve been reminding him that you were leaving today and that you wanted to say bye to him. Even though it’s only a week you were going to miss him.
You unlocked your phone and decided to give him a call, and on the third ring he picked up.
“Yes Y/N?” You could feel a hint of annoyance in his voice. Did he forget that you were leaving today? Did you call at a bad time? What was he doing?
“I leave in an hour from my apartment, I didn’t know if you were going to swing by or not?” You put the phone in-between your shoulder and ear as you grabbed some food out of the refrigerator to eat quickly.
“Why would I stop by?” You slammed the refrigerator door shut, and grabbed the phone with your hand and pushed it against your ear. Was he being sarcastic right now?
“I don’t know because I’ll be gone for a week and won’t see you.” You heard him scoff on the other end of the line. Why was he being like this?
“Y/N, I leave for months straight and don’t see you, I think you’ll be fine.” He said it so coldly to you. You couldn’t help but feel anger bubble inside of you. You were stressed and nervous for this huge business trip and yet here Tae was, doing nothing but making you angry.
“You said you would stop by Tae.” You said it flatly to him, no emotion in your voice.
“Well I take it back. I have other things to worry about Y/N.” Leaving for a week and knowing that he had other things to worry about isn’t exactly the note you wanted to end on for saying goodbye.
“Wow fuck you Kim Taehyung.” And with that you hung up, and rolled your eyes. You looked at your clock and saw that you had 30 mins left before you had to leave your apartment. Might as well leave now, you have no one to wait for. You shut off all the lights, rolled your suitcase behind you, locking the door and heading to the airport.
He didn’t feel guilty. Not in the moment at least. He felt the guilt creep inside of him once he looked at the time, and saw that you would be boarding your plane. He felt the guilt even more when you didn’t even text him to tell him that you landed.
KT: Did you get there safely?
KT: How’s the hotel?
KT: Are you okay?
KT: Y/N please…just answer me.
You saw all the text messages come through to your phone, and you chose to ignore them. If he didn’t have time for you before you left, he sure as hell doesn’t have time for you now. That’s when you decided that during this whole trip, you are going to ignore him because you have other things to focus on besides him.
As each day passed by, the guilt was eating Tae alive. He hasn’t heard from you, or seen your face in what feels like forever. He shouldn’t have said that he had other things to worry about because he was always worrying about you. You were his number one, and he made you feel like last place.
Each day, he would text you updates. He would wake up and text you good morning, he would tell you about what he’s been up to, and then ask you some questions about your trip and presentation, and later, he would say good night with an ‘I love you’ attached. And you ignored them all.
Tae missed you more and more. This week has gone by painstakingly slow. It got to the point where the guilt was all too much and he missed you too much that he couldn’t sleep at night.
One night specifically, Tae was rolling around in his bed as he watched the others sleep soundly. 4:23am the clock read on his night stand, and he rubbed his eyes and pounded his fists into the bed, wanting nothing more than a decent night of sleep, which he won’t be receiving.
“I just want to fall asleep so I don’t miss you anymore Y/N.” He mumbled to himself as he picked up his phone, and pressed on the chat with you. You have said nothing to him in the past 5 days. Everything was from him to you. He deserved this, he really did. You had caught him on an off day, where the stress of everything was eating him up. He took it out on you, and now he doesn’t know what the future holds between you and him.
The guys could tell that this situation was throwing him off. He would either not be focused at practice where his mind would wander, and they would have to do the same routine for hours on end. Or, he would be so focused that whoever spoke to him or tried to break him of his concentration he would snap. He always wanted to be the second option though, that way he didn’t have much time to think about you.
He missed you, a lot. He needed you to come back home.
You walked into your apartment, and flicked on the lights. You kicked off your shoes and rolled your suitcase to your bedroom where you plopped on the bed. You were beyond exhausted. The trip went well, your presentation kicked ass, and now, all you want to do is sleep.
You got up to change into something more comfortable for bed, and when you walked out of the bathroom you stood face to face with your boyfriend. You pushed past him and headed towards your bedroom, where your bed awaits you. He followed you down the hallway, and watched as you climbed into bed. You clicked the remote to the TV, and found a show you wanted to watch. You were still ignoring him, even after a week being away.
“Y/N stop.” He said it so softly and sounded so hurt. You did your job then. You needed him to know that you were angry, hurt, and saddened by his words and actions. “Talk to me please.”
You pulled the covers up to your chin, and yawned. “Tae, I have other things to worry about instead of talking to you right now.” Now he knew how you felt when he said it to you, and damn it hurt. You had to leave for a week with those being his last words to you.
“That’s what I need to talk to you about…” He rubbed the back of his neck and walked into your bedroom farther. He bent down so he was face to face with as you were lying in your bed. “I’m sorry Y/N.” You rolled your eyes and turned the other way. “Y/N please.” He was begging you now. You stayed in that position, and waited for him to talk more.
“I was so stressed that day. With the schedules coming up, and the practices, and I couldn’t hit the notes they needed me to for recording. Nothing was going my way and I took it out on you.” He stopped as you rolled back over and faced him. He licked his lips and looked down and looked back at you. “You didn’t deserve that Y/N. I may have other things to focus on, but I’m always focused on you. You’re my number one babe.” He put his hand on your hip and rubbed it, and both stayed silent for awhile, the only noise that was heard was from the TV.
“Y/N I love you. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please stop ignoring me, and talk to me. I learned my lesson, I need you so much.” Ignoring him for a week killed you too. You missed him like crazy, but you needed to get across to him that you were upset. You saw him by your bedside, a broken Tae, who was frustrated with himself, and your point got across to him.
“I love you too Tae.” His ears perked up and he stared at you. Finally, you talked to him. “I just was so upset Tae. You said you would come over and say good-bye in person, and I waited, and when I called you, you were angry. I’m sorry for ignoring you but I couldn’t talk to you after you said that me.” His hand went to your cheek and his thumb lightly brushed against it.
“I know Y/N I know. You ignoring me was horrible but I deserved it. It’ll never happen again, I’m beyond sorry baby girl.” And that nickname made your heart flutter, and a little smile spread across your face. He kissed your forehead and got up from the ground.
“I forgive you Tae.” You said as he brushed off his pants, and little grin appeared on his face as well.
“Well I’ll let you sleep, and we can talk about your trip later.” He was about to walk out of the room before you stopped him.
“Stay.” He stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. “Stay and cuddle with me.” You patted the bedside next to you, and Tae climbed over and crawled underneath the covers. You turned to face him and put a hand on his cheek and his eyes closed. Finally he was with you again. You leaned in and kissed him on the lips, he put an arm around your waist to pull you closer. Once you broke away from the kiss you nuzzled your head into his chest and he kissed the top of your head. It felt nice to be in his arms again.
“I missed you so damn much Y/N.” And with that, your eyes fluttered shut, and sleep took over as you were in his arms again.
“Winter is Coming”. The Stark words resonated with you more
so than ever as you ran through the snow, hoping to the Gods that you were
running north and not wandering aimlessly through the woods. You would have
stayed on the Kings Road but that would have made hunting you far too easy for
the monsters that had taken over Winterfell, you couldn’t tell if it was the
Bolton’s or the small amount of Iron Born still remaining on the main land, but
either way, it was not safe for you to remain in Winterfell.
Actually now that you think about it, you weren’t even sure
that you would be welcomed at your destination either. It had been a long while
since you had set eyes on Jon Snow, now the high and mighty Lord Commander of
the Night’s Watch, protector of the Seven Kingdoms from the Wildlings and other
mysterious monsters that hide behind the Wall. The last time you had seen Jon
Snow, it was the night before he left Winterfell to travel to the Wall and
begin his training…
Summary: being sent to queens to live with your grandmother for the summer wasn’t very fun this time. You loved helping her and were always willing to take care of her but this time, you could sense something wasn’t right. God knew what queens had for you.
A/N: a new series!!! I have lost all hope for my other series but I hope this one will do good. It’s a classic summer based story with angst and a surprise waiting in the other parts. I am too tired to edit it so please overlook the mistakes. Hope you like it!
Warnings: swearing, close car accident incident.
Word Count: 1543
‘(y/n)? sweety, can you get me a glass of water? Please?’ your grandmother’s voice awoke you. You exhaled deeply and rubbed your eyes, you didn’t realize when you had fallen asleep curled up in the window seat of your room.
‘sure, gran!’ you answered stretching your limbs.
‘there you go.’ You handed her the glass of water with a smile before plopping on the floral sofa set and rubbing your eyes.
‘looks like I woke someone from their nap-nap.’ She pouted and you chuckled sleepily.
‘no….’ you said and she gave you that same look she did when you were five and had stolen an extra cookie. ‘yeah.’ You rolled your eyes.
‘you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself much this time, is something wrong?’ she asked setting the glass aside.
‘it’s just I am 16 and I have no friends and yada, yada, yada. Teenager stuff.’ You moved your hand in the air and she nodded.
‘I am sorry, honey.’ Her expressions softened with sympathy. ‘I’m sorry you’re stuck here taking care of sick, old me.’ she ruffled your hair and occupied the seat next to you.
‘I don’t ever mind taking care of you.’ you held her hand and gave her a small smile. ‘it’s just that things have been weird lately.’ You couldn’t explain but you felt like something had changed.
‘it’s here.’ She thought. ‘I get it.’ she rubbed your back. ‘why don’t you get dressed up and do some exploring, you came here yesterday, you need to see the place.’ You sprang up but tension soon seized you.
‘what about you?’ you asked.
‘I am a grown ass woman and I can take care of myself.’ She crossed her arms. You laughed and pulled her cheeks.
‘that’s my gran.’ You pointed and she grinned. ‘call me if you need anything.’ You stood up.
‘I will! Go get yourself some.’ She shouted behind you and you gave her a weird look as you stopped by the door frame. ‘some good time.’ She said. ‘god, kids these days have such filthy minds.’ You rolled your eyes and left.
The breeze felt good. It was great being able to breathe air which wasn’t scented. No offence, you loved your grandmother and appreciated her old home but the scents of various things weren’t something you liked. The evening view of the park was lovely from the branch you were sitting on.
‘why is everything I need so freaking costly?!’ the voice frustrated voice of a boy came from under the tree. You looked down and saw him pressing the buttons of a camera. he smiled contently as it started working again. you couldn’t see the pictures properly from the height and took a dramatic step.
‘they look okay, I guess.’ The boy muttered to himself.
‘these are amazing.’ You said as you were hanging from your knees behind him.
‘rea- bwah!’ he jumped and clenched his heart. He looked at you with eyes wider than saucers.
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to care you.’ you jumped down and rubbed the back of your neck. he took a breath and straightened up.
‘it’s okay,’ he gave you a small smile.
‘your pictures though, they’re fantastic.’ You pointed out.
‘thanks.’ His smile grew wider. ‘I am peter by the way. Peter parker’ He held his hand out.
‘I’m (y/n) (y/l/n).’ you shook his hand. ‘nice to meet you.’
‘you new here?’ he asked. ‘I’ve never seen you around.’
‘yeah, I came here for the summer. Taking care of my grandmother.’ You grabbed your backpack hanging on the tree.
‘can I ask why you were sitting in a tree? There’s enough of benches around.’ He pointed out.
‘that’s because.’ You hung your bag. ‘I like livin it risky.’ He chuckled and you noticed how cute he looked doing it. ‘that and I don’t know what to do.’
‘sucks being the “new girl”, does it?’ he slid his camera in his bag and you shrugged. ‘you want to walk with me?’ he blurted out rather casually and regretted it instantly. He wasn’t the guy who could get the new girl with ease he was peter parker, a nerd, and a superhero by the night but it wasn’t like you knew it and that would give him a chance and-
‘god, I’d love too.’ your reply put his mind at ease. He smiled and motioned you to follow him. ‘you’re not an axe murderer, are you?’ you asked suddenly and he stopped walking.
‘why would you think that?’ he chuckled.
‘prevention’s better than cure, parker. i have an old grandmother whom I have to take care of.’ You kept your hands on your hips and he shook his head.
‘don’t worry, you’re safe.’ He gave you boyish smile and you two continued walking together.
It was strange how you could so quickly connect with someone you had just met. Peter was dorky and fun. You two were able to converse so easily it felt like your souls had known each other for ages. You talked, laughed, exchanged anecdotes and so much more until you realized what time it was.
‘oh shit,’ you cursed as you looked up. you two had gotten so indulged you didn’t realize how you had ended up at this quiet area. Old buildings surrounded lined up the lane and the street lights shone upon the lonely road.
‘what happened?’ he asked.
‘it’s getting late.’ You pointed at the sky.
‘oh damn. Aunt may must be worried sick.’ He pulled out his phone. ‘I’ll get going. It was really nice talking to you.’
‘same here,’ you smiled and crossed the road. ‘you wanna meet up tomorrow?’ you turned around.
‘you bet.’ He made a microphone of his hands and grinned as he put then down. You bit your lower lip lightly and both of you stared at each other for a while. Peter couldn’t believe he had met you. you both looked at each other waiting for the other to say the word.
‘goodbye.’ You breathed but he read your lips. He waved a little, unwillingly, his heart knew.
‘bye.’ He mouthed and smiled.
The night was getting darker and the winds were blowing pleasantly, your mood was so good. It was almost like some scene from a book or movie had come true, like some sort of summer adventure awaited you. you had never really had any luck with boys and meeting peter was just amazing. You felt so lovely, thinking about him gave you this pleasant happiness you just couldn’t describe. How he’d laugh and blush was all that occupied your mind. your thought had occupied your minds so much that you didn’t pay attention to the car honking behind you.
It happened too quick, you swivelled around and saw an SUV screeching and heading at great speed right in your direction. You couldn’t think anything; the impact was going to be great. It would crush you. your reflexes made you throw yourself backwards, you put a hand in front and closed your eyes.
You were still breathing. You slowly opened your eyes and saw that the car had crashed into the pole at the other side of the road.
You couldn’t understand, it wasn’t possible. The car was coming at you at a great speed, how did it collide into the pole?
You got up, this was all too much to take for you.
you ignored the driver’s question about your wellness and ran for your grandmother’s home. The weather was getting chaotic, so was your state of might.
Elizabeth had sensed your presence outside the house. With one swift motion of her hand all the floating objects in the kitchen went to their respective cupboards. She quickly poured the moonstone elixir in your tea and chucked it in the top shelf. She got of the kitchen as you entered the house.
‘gran, you wont believe what happened today.’ You sat on the sofa and kept your bag aside.
‘what happened?’ she stirred the tea. ‘something bad?’ she inquired and handed you the cup. You took the cup and the just the first sip calmed you.
‘I almost got hit by this SUV but it hit the pole at the end moment.’ You said and she quirked her brows before starting to look for any injuries. ‘I’m okay, gran.’ You gently pushed away her hand but she still looked concerned.
‘it’s stronger than I anticipated….’ she thought. ‘you sure?’
‘yup.’ you sipped on the tea. You were feeling very tired suddenly, the incident seemed to have drained all your energy.
‘what else did you do today?’ she kept her face in a hand.
‘I met this boy named peter. He’s nice.’ Your eyes were getting heavy and you felt like you were starving.
‘oooh.’ She teased and you scrunched her nose. ‘a summer fling? Oh my god, she has grown so much.’ She wiped a fake tear. You rolled your eyes and she chuckled. ‘I made you your favourite dish by the way.’
‘thank you.’ you got up. ‘I’ tired and hungry.’
‘it does that.’ She said to herself.
‘what?’ you looked at her and she shook her head.
‘nothing.’ She replied and you both carried on to the dining table.
This idea sprung up when @toreishi and I were talking about the scars on Nyx’s glorious chest (I would plant my face and die on that chest)
Of course I couldn’t miss an opportunity to write about, so here it is! Also because I wanted an excuse to write this man shirtless XD
WORD COUNT: 4145
❝See me fall down. Let me die here slowly…❞
Steel-blue eyes slowly opened as the glaive roused awake from his slumber. He blinked and rubbed his lids, allowing his sight to familiarize to the morning light he hadn’t been accustomed to seeing for so long. Usually he’d be greeted by a dark room the moment he awoke. Being a soldier to the crown meant early hours, and it was part of a lifestyle to wake up way before the sun made its first break over the horizon. The dark cold mornings were the dull and a dreadful reminders of the agonising work hours Nyx would have to endure. But this time, with the morning light softly filtering through the sheer curtains, the glaive felt at ease.
His eyes flickered to the alarm clock placed on the bedside table. 9 o’clock it read. The sight brought a beam to Nyx’s lips. Though still an early hour, to the glaive waking up at this time was a rare occasion. A sigh of pure content sounded as he lowered himself back down on the soft plush mattress, surrounded by the warmth of the blankets. But that wasn’t the only thing keeping him warm. You lay asleep beside him, your head resting upon his shoulder while his arm wrapped around your form.
He brought his lips to place a kiss upon your hair. “I love you..” he said softly, a familiar sweet scent entered his nose, causing him to smile.
Stirring, you opened your eyes to see Nyx gazing down at you. “Good morning, sleepy head.” you murmured.
A low chuckled sounded past Nyx’s lips. “Me? I think the sleepy head here is you.”
You too let a laugh back. “Well to be truthful, I woke up before you. And plus,” you snuggled further into his hold. “it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to wake up with you.”
Those words were indeed true. Nyx had forgotten the last time he was given the chance to see you in the morning, In his line of work, a simple concept of waking up to a beloved was still hard to come by for this glaive.
“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” Nyx asked, taking note of the familiar t-shirt you were currently dressed in. It was an obvious fact that it too big for you. The old shirt appeared more like a dress on your figure as the loose garment fell just at your thighs. But even so, such sight was still attractive to the glaive.
“Maybe.” you hummed. “You left it when you came over a while ago. Why? Do you want it back?” you asked, gazing up at your lover with a smile.
Nyx smirked. “No, I think it looks better on you.” he said, planting a kiss on your temple.
“Good. Cause I wasn’t planning on giving it back anyway.” you smirked in return. “It’s too comfortable.”
Nyx grinned. “For you, I’ll give you anything.” he replied, and captured your lips in his for a sweet morning kiss.
However, sweet soon took a passionate turn when the glaive rolled on top of you. His weight pinned you down, but you paid no mind, the kiss was already enough to leave you breathless. Fingers knotting in his hair, the intimacy deepened, gifting Nyx a blissful hum from you when you kissed back. A kiss, such a usual thing the two of you shared. Yet, the gesture spoke of all the emotions you felt for each other; the love, the longing, and the sorrow inflicted when torn away from each other’s company.
Nyx warned you of that. You knew the consequences and risks of loving a man of duty, but the endearment you felt for this soldier was far too deep for you to escape. And it was this affection you had that convinced Nyx to give this budding love a chance. But even so, it was all too painful. With every new mission came a surge of merciless dread to overcome you and Nyx. Even the shortest missions—usually consisting of a day—was enough to trigger the unbearable fear of not being able to see each other again. How you two still held on was a miracle. But the moments of anguish would diminished the second Nyx stepped through the door. No words were needed to express what had to be said. Just being able to embrace other again, and kiss those words of yearning upon each other’s lips was more than enough.
I miss you. The arms would speak.
I love you. The lips would trace upon skin.
Never let me go. Breathless words would pray.
Such which happened the night before.
“Don’t leave me…” you mumbled again his lips. “Please…”
“[Name]….” The glaive pulled back from your lips. The look you wore was no longer with endearment, but instead dressed in dread. It was a look he was all too familiar with, a look that you’d give him whenever he left beyond the wall. “I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke the words he’d always say before his good-byes. But his voice sounded with evident hesitance as if he knew they were nothing but lies.
“But how can you be so sure?” you questioned back.
Nyx’s eyes widened in shock. “[Name]—” However his response was only stolen with another kiss.
It wasn’t gentle like before. No, your lips felt desperate, almost as if you were pleading, praying for him to stay as they captured hastily against his. Breaths melded in shallow gasps as you parted, only to have you and your lover stare deep into each other once again. The glaive’s heart ached upon witnessing the pain manifesting in your face. It was because of him were you forced to feel such suffering. Cupping your face in his hands, Nyx drew your lips back to his with yearning and desire.
I’ll never leave you his lips seemed to whisper in promise. Even if it was a promise hard to keep, he wanted nothing more than to help you ease your worries.
A soft moan sounded from your throat as you melted into the moment. Your hands began to wander, down from his hair to his jawline, fingers tracing the lines of the tattoo on his neck, until they reached past his shoulders. When you neared his chest, it was then did you feel Nyx suddenly freeze—as if he was in pain. Pulling away, your view wandered to the scars on his chest. You always noticed them, but you never dared to speak of them. With your fingertips you lightly traced the rough skin, following their path as they branched from his shoulder to his chest like crawling vines. You could still feel Nyx flinch even under your soft touch.
“Nyx.” you spoke, lifting your gaze from the scars which marred his skin to his very own. “Tell me about them.”
Nyx froze. It was clear what you were referring to. “There’s nothing to tell you.” He leaned over to kiss you once more, to advert your attention away from his scars. However with your hands upon his chest, you gently pushed him off you. You could feel a soft rhythm under your palm, the beating of a shallow melody—a song that only belonged to a broken man.
“Tell me.” you said again. Sitting up from where you lay you stared back up at him.
The look in your eyes spoke with such sincerity as they bored into his—and it hurt. You had shown so much to him, a world behind the walls of war and destruction and the feeling of being wanted. But here he was still hiding in the shadows of his demons, behind those walls where he lay his life like a meaningless sacrifice—such was the purpose of the king’s blade. He tried his best to imprison the glaive that hardened his soul, to keep it apart from the things that made him the happiest. But he could only keep them at bay for so long. The torment still gnawed at him as they sunk their teeth deep within his heart. God, he wished he could tell you how much it damaged him, he wished he had the strength to show you the reality that was slowly killing him inside. Though at the same time, he feared what would transpire if he did. You swore to stay by his side no matter the consequences, but how true were your words? Nyx knew better than to doubt, but trust was a rare thing in his new purpose.
“I….”His brows furrowed as he averted his gaze away, the sight of you only weighed upon his soul. “I can’t…” He didn’t deserve you, god he didn’t.
“Nyx.” his name parted from your lips, like another prayer he wished to hear once more. Leaning close, your hands you cupped his face and brought his forehead to press against yours. His shallow breaths ghosting against your lips. “For me, please.” He said he’d give you anything, and this was everything you wanted.
You could never gather the courage to ask about the stories of his battles, nor has he ever shared them. But the scars, they had their own stories to tell. The rigid and jagged lines carved upon his skin; fresh and old, told the tales of this courageous soldier, the red painted fields and the tragedies of his comrades—new friends and old—slaughtered before his very eyes. It hurt him to tell, and you knew that well. But even so, no longer could you bear another night when he would come home to you, only to have his terrified orbs—scarred with the horrors he was shackled to witness—to meet yours.
Like always, Nyx found comfort in your touch. Inhaling sharply, he placed his hands on top of yours and brought them down to his lap, lacing his fingers with yours. “It was just another missions, another battle beyond the walls.” he began.
The glaive remembered it vividly. It was just like every other day in the cramped confinements of those dark rickety vans, being transported—like cattle to a slaughterhouse—to the barren wastelands where the glaives would lay their lives on a silver platter like an offering to the Gods, all for heart and home. With no time to second guess, the endless hours of relentless fighting would commence—staining their hands with the blood of not only their enemies, but comrades too.
“We won that battle, like we always did. We sent the Nifs running with their tails between their legs…” Such was a common victory, but a scornful chuckle sounded from the glaive despite the words of his triumph. It tasted sweet against his tongue, but it wasn’t long until that victory tasted of poison. He could feel a sudden hard tug within, like the unravelling of a stitch on a forgotten wound. The smells of the battlefield, the stench of rotting flesh, and the suffocation of smoke and dust entering his lungs, it was all coming back to him.
Nyx snapped back to see you staring back at him in wait for him to continue. However he swallowed thickly, unable to find that will to continue his tale. “I’m sorry, [Name]….I can't—”
“You can.” You cut him off. “You can tell me, and I’ll still be listening ” your voice sounded firm, though there was still a hint of gentleness within. With your hands in his, you gave them a tight squeeze, a gesture of reassurance to show him that you were indeed speaking the truth.
Nyx lowered his gaze, the manifests of hesitance were seeping from inside. But how long are you willing to listen? He wanted to say. They all left when they heard of the horrors, of the man he had become. And yet…. “I almost died that day…” he whispered.
Death. Like a shadowing phantom, it was always there, always following until the moment it would mercilessly snatch even the most innocent lives in it’s ghostly grasp—erasing them from existence. The thought of him ever dying was an agonising pill to swallow. But it was a fact that it was impossible to avoid in Nyx’s life as a glaive—it was for the greater good, as they would put it. But even so, it was a reality hard to accept.
Nyx bit down on his lip. The tugging of stitches on this forgotten wound were becoming more brutal at each passing second, as he reached into his subconscious to rip those repressed memories of long ago. “Those MTs…those killing machines, they got me.”
And the glaive told you. He told you the memory which devoured the man he was born to be.
The gunshots cracked like thunder, forged with the power of the storm as the bullets of the Magitek sliced mercilessly through the air. Nyx maneuverered over the terrain, trying to gain ground between himself and the weapons of the empire. His heavy boots skidded across the dirt and rubble as he raced just in time to take shelter behind a crumbling concrete wall, to hear a few bullets pelt against the ruin instead of his head. He inhaled a heavy and sharp breath, only to breathe in smoke and dust instead of the sweet air his lungs pleaded for. The sweat on his temple trickled down the side of his face, mixing with the dirt and blood, stinging the fresh cuts—such was the fruits of his labor. The echoes of the relentless firing of nuzzles haunted his hearing. Still Nyx willed himself to ignore the deafening sound. Gripping his kukris tightly in his gloved grip he carefully peeked from behind the concrete wall, eyes trying to map his route. He had to move to the next point quickly, but how? From all directions he could see the many firearms pointed at all directions. He could disarm them quickly, but it’ll be near impossible to do so without getting blasted—the triggers were always prepared to shoot.
Suddenly, a red beam of which only belonged to a laser began to point at the glaive’s head. Eyes widening, Nyx quickly ducked back behind the wall, just in time as the bullet hit the spot right where he had been seconds ago. Gritting his teeth, the glaive silently cursed.
Quickly, he turned directions. With his back pressed against the wall he followed its length and snuck his head out from behind to scope another route. Thankfully he was shielded from the sniper’s point of view. Nevertheless Nyx knew his time was running thin. The MTs were due to encroach on his position anytime soon. The very last thing he wanted was to be trapped…or so he thought.
“Did…did you make it out?” Your grip on his hands tightened as they had been doing so ever since he started.
Nyx didn’t reply. But the moment he turned his head away with the tightening of his lip, it was enough to give you the answer.
A warp was all he needed to escape the situation he was in. However as simple as it sounded, the task itself was not. Taking one last glance at the war-zone he was hiding from, he landed on his target—higher ground was what he needed. Twirling the kukri in his hand, Nyx threw his blade with a swift swing of his arm. It punctured into the wall as he intended and soon his body followed suit in a cloud of shattering crystal and smoke. Reappearing in a flash of light, he held onto the hilt of his kukri and dug the soles of his heavy boots into the structure in order to keep his balance. Steel-blue eyes analysed the battlefield before him. From up above he would see his fellow glaives fighting their own battles. The cries of war and the screams of death still managed to enter his ears even at a height closer to heaven. However his time of minimal ‘peace’ came to an end when a sound of cracking and crumbling added to the noises of his surroundings. Furrowing his brows, Nyx glanced up to see cracks forming upon the stone of where his kukri had punctured. His eyes widened, however upon realisation it was already too late.
Time had slowed for moment. Yet his body was continuously dropping at a speed which constricted his throat till he could hardly draw breath. His fingers reached out as if to grab anything to stop him from plummeting to the ground, but he clutched on nothing but thin air—even his kukri seemed to be out of reach. He knew the pain was coming, but the wait felt eternal while his body jerked and flailed as he fell. Then he landed. However he didn’t scream. Instead he groaned in agony, followed by a hiss as he withered from the impact. Wincing, Nyx pulled himself up, pain rippled up his legs and shot through his arm. Bones shifted followed by cracks. They were definitely broken. Limping, he leaned against the closest wall trying his best to support his bodyweight. His gasps of pain sounded like sweet music to the devil.
“Nyx!” a voice sounded through his earpiece. “Nyx we need backup!” It was Libertus, frantic as always.
“I’m a little busy here.” The said glaive hissed back through gritted teeth. The pain consuming his limbs was excruciating. But broken bones were not an excuse to stop fighting. Excuses were non-existent the moment he joined the Kingsglaive. “I’ll….” he swallowed the pain. “I’ll be there soon—Argh!”
His words were replaced with a strangled scream as a paralysing sensation began to spread from the centre of his chest to the rest of his body. Nyx didn’t need to look back to know what had happened. He had let his guard down for a short moment, but it was enough time for the arm of magitek soldier to lunge and spear their arm through his back. His breath had left him, neither could he move. The electricity from the hearts of the machine coursed through his body, freezing his every nerve as it took control of his being. Like a puppet on a string, he began to twitch and jerk violently. The tingling sensation wasn’t like that of a simple zap running through his skin. It felt hot, almost searing as it burned its way through his flesh. And soon, the fires of the battlefield weren’t the only smells that entered his nose.
This was it. He was done for…at last.
“But you made it out alive.” you remarked. “You’re still here. You didn’t die.”
A response of silence.
“Nyx?” You said his name again.
Again, Nyx didn’t say a word. Instead, you felt his hands grow limp against yours, no longer holding back with the warmth you adored. And it was at that moment did you see the life leave his steel-blue eyes, even if he wasn’t dead.
“If only I did…”
The tranquility Nyx felt despite the moment of torment was engraved so vividly into his memory. He remembered hearing the tolling bells from the afterlife in the distance, beckoning for his return. He could still feel the embrace of death holding him, caressing his skin like the gentle touch of a mother to a babe. It was the most peaceful he had felt, and Nyx wished nothing more than to feel it again.
“I thought…I thought I could see them again…” he murmured. “Mother…Selena…” Agony seeped in his words, and it hurt to hear them.
“Every time I enter that battlefield, I pray that this time would be it, that my suffering will finally come to an end.” But reality was cruel, and the gods never accepted him into their haven, even if he was clinging onto his last threads of mortality.
Your heart stopped from hearing those words escape his lips. “Nyx, don’t say that…” you said. “Your life is worth so much more than you thin—”
“It’s not [Name]!”
You flinched from the sudden yell of his voice. Rage simmered in his gaze, but you could see past it. Deep within you could see another man—lonely and scared.
“It’s not….” Nyx lowered his head. “I’m not who you think I am.” his voice was cold, distant and sounded like one of defeat.
“Why do you say that?” you asked.
“I’m tired [Name]” Nyx muttered. “I’m tired of running, I’m tired of being chased by these demons, I’m tired of having my life shredded like a dead animal.” The rage in his eyes depleted into one of despair—a look of one lost of hope. “I just want it to stop. I just want to lay my head down and rest for once in my life. But I can’t [Name]!”
“But you have to try!” you tried to reason. “You can’t give up this easily Nyx, you’re stronger than this!”
“What’s the point?” Nyx refuted. “What’s the point of trying anymore! All I ever do is come back with the same thoughts of these battles, and I wake up to only find out that nothing in my life has changed. Don’t you get it [Name]? I’m still living a god damn lie! I’m alive, but what am I alive for?”
“There’s people who still need you Nyx. You can’t just throw your life away.” you reached your hand out to take his, but the glaive immediately pulled away.
“No one needs me [Name]. Mother and Selena are dead. I have no home or anyone to return to.” Breathing out a trembling breath, Nyx brought his hands to his face, burying his anguish. “I…I want to die.”
You softened your gaze. This side to him wasn’t a side he’d shown you before; it was a side he hadn’t shown anyone. For as long as you’d known him, Nyx was the soldier you’d met that night at Malbo’s Smul Hut. The hero of the Kingsglaive who tried to impress you with his tales of bravery, and the man who took you home and made you his woman, and soon his lover. You remembered him looking so confident and courageous in his uniform; like the hero they dubbed him to be. But when that uniform came off, you would see the damage that lay in it’s wake. Behind the blades and magic, Nyx was just a man, weak and terrified. A man, forged into a weapon by the hands of its king to be thrown into the battlefield to find peace. And a man who would wake up every morning with nothing but the company of his scars—a reminder of the days his life would flash before his eyes. The wounds of his battles would heal, but the haunting memories burned upon his conscious were the ones of eternal.
“Why are you so eager to die?”
“Because it’s the only way I can go home…”
Without saying anymore, you reach out and wrapped your arms around Nyx, pressing your cheek against his neck as you pulled him close. You had embraced him many times before, however the body you held in your arms felt different—it felt frail. You could feel the suffering, his anguish seeping through his skin. Maybe a simple hug wasn’t enough to ease the demons feasting on his sanity, but you hoped it was enough for him to know that you were still here, that you were the someone he could return to.
“You are home, Nyx…”
Words of silence was all you could hear from this broken soldier. But soon his arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you tightly towards him. Your touch was what he needed in these moments of darkness—and it was what made him come back to you. He thought you were just another fling, another woman to impress. But it was this feeling of serenity and solace you provided that night which made him come back for more. Your arms were his safe haven–a piece of heaven Nyx thought he’d never reach. And in this moment, it was in these very arms did the glaive within perish. His sobs were silent, but the violent shuddering of his shoulders were enough.
“And I’ll always be here for you to come back to…”
Your words were that of promise that day. Now you stood under the sunrise of a ruined city where smoke mixed amongst the hues of orange and pinks. Such a beautiful sight, yet still grievous in nature. The place of your birth, your home now lay in waste. Yet, here you remained waiting. He told you it was a simple escort and that’ll he’ll be back soon. You believed him like always, and even now you still did. No matter how long it took, you knew he would return to you soon.
(You guys have sent in some asks about Sam which put him back in my mind. I got this idea this morning and when I couldn’t shake it, I knew it was worth writing. Funny how things work out like that lmao.)
Description: A chance encounter allows you one final meeting with your ex-lover.
He is here, slinking around like
a cat; thinking that no one has noticed him.
But you have.
How could you not?
After everything that you have
gone through with him, you still know his scent: cigarette smoke clinging to
his clothes and his cheap aftershave. At one point, you had found it endearing.
Now, it brings back a swirl of memories.
Do you seek him out? To what
end? The two of you have disintegrated – there is nothing left to be collected.
You find yourself scanning the room for the confirmation of what you already
know: your ex, Sam Drake, is here.
In hindsight, you shouldn’t be
surprised. This is an auction, after all, and there is probably an item to lift
or some sort of information to recover. That has always been the problem with
Sam…and one of the things that had made you fall in love with him. You hover by
the balcony. He is probably out here, smoking. Waiting for whatever it is that
he has come to collect.
It’s not smart, it’s not brave. It’s just cowardly.
She thinks about what he said, and didn’t say, all night. Doesn’t sleep for the bitterness in his words as they confronted the reporter, as Leanne West insisted she never meant for anyone to die.
And as the sun dawns, all Kate can see is the hard look on Rick’s face in interrogation, how he wouldn’t look at her.
Is he Rick now?
Yeah. God. The intimacy between them…
They’ve turned this interesting corner since the winter broke up and her anxious grief loosed its hold. The holidays aren’t good for her, but she damn well tried, every single day, to keep that from building back those walls. Therapy twice a week, and then pushing herself to connect with Castle even if it all she could manage was letting him see her true face, smiling or broken, either way.
He’s been rock solid.
Until this case. She can’t put her finger on it; she can’t tease out the reasons why their parting at the precinct left her on edge, confused.
I’m sorry for taking so long! Here is when Seventeen realizes they are in love with you.
Scoups had said he could beat anyone one in Mario Kart, which obviously offended you since you were always number one. You had challenged him to to a race. When it was all done and over, Coups had barley bet you. You sighed and laid on the ground saying you give up on the world causing him to laugh. “Think about this way, your always my number two and I’m always your number one.
Sunlight had started creeping into your bedroom. You had woken up in Jeonghan’s arms. Jeonghan had woken up just the same as you. He sighed and started getting up much to your distress. You pulled him back into bed cuddling into him more whining about sleeping for 5 more minutes causing him to laugh. “Of course, anything for my prince(ss).”
You had been secretly learning how to play the guitar to surprise your boyfriend. When ever you get off work and he is not home you would practice and watch YouTube videos. One day Joshua had came home earlier and walked into hearing his guitar being played. When he gets to your open door he sees you trying to play. Joshua breaks out into a smile and sits next to you. “Here, let me show you a trick”
He had came home earlier then normal one day because practice had ended early. He walks in quietly in case you were sleeping to find you with your head in a textbook. You had passed out while trying to learn Jun’s native language. He smiles and lightly shakes his head, then Carried you to bed while thinking to himself that he will help you study. “Here, let’s take you to bed now”
Hoshi was walking to the practice room to find you dancing. A random song was in background while you were dancing pretty well. He had taken notice how well your body moved with the beat. He got happy that his partner loved dance as much as him. “Hey Y/N, how about you teach that dance move, we could use it in the next song.”
You were both cured up on the couch reading books together. Wonwoo with his arm around you. He glanced up from his book to see excitement in your eyes while you were reading the climax of the story. He fell in love with your love of books. You looked up and asked what he was looking at. Only for him to respond with “Only your beauty”.
He had been pulling an another all nighter. When he finished work (for the day) he left his studio to find you on the couch sleeping. Next to you was a bag with food and water in it with a note saying his name. “Thank you Y/N for caring for me”
DK got bored so he went on your phone. He was wondering what his name was on your phone. He looked for your last convo to see his name was “My Sunshine”. He got so happy that he even pulled out his phone and named you “My Moonlight” he fell in love with the way your cute nicknames. “I love you my Moonlight”
Mingyu had gotten sick and you had forced him to take a day off. You had told him to take a nap. When he woke up, he got bored to he tried getting up so he could clean something. You immediately walked into his room making him lay down again. You scolded him about needing to rest up to become healthy again. You left but not before you gave him a forehead kiss. “(S)he will be a great mother/father to my children one day”
It was movie night for just the two of you and The8 wanted watch a horror movie with you since he loved them. When the first jump scare came on you had jumped in fright and held onto his arm. “It’s okay, I will protect you, nothing will harm my prince(ss).
Seungkwan was calling his mom for the 3rd time because she kept not answering the phone. Finally the phone answered but you voice came on. Seungkwan got confused only for you to say you were shopping with his mom. He got so happy because you got along with his beloved mother and it meant so much to him. “Have fun shopping~”
You were watching a movie with the boys. The movie got boring though so you started going to sleep. Your head had fell onto Vernons shoulder. He looked at you and started staring at your features. He fell in love with the way your hair started getting in your face and how your lips would open a little now again while sleeping. “God, you’re so beautiful”
After your 3rd date with Chan, he was walking you home. When he got it the door he stopped to say good bye. After your goodbyes you had given him a quick peck on the lips and closed your door. Chan stood frozen for a minute with his finger on his lips. Butterflies were going crazy and his heart beat couldn’t calm down. “What are they doing to me, now I will not be able to sleep now”.
“Alright, Jo. What will it be tonight?” You asked, picking up the pile of her current favorite bedtime stories. Normally, you weren’t here so late, but Len had had a surgery that was going late so your babysitting duties were extended a few hours. You didn’t mind much; Joanna was a well-behaved girl and you’d make a little extra money. It’s not like you had any big social plans anyway.
Joanna pointed to the light yellow book in the middle of the stack.
“Rabbit Hill!” She proclaimed. “I want to hear where Little Georgie went!”
“The world always needs saving. This is where you will learn how to do just that. All of you have the potential to be heroes. Perhaps you were born with your abilities, perhaps you were given them. It doesn’t matter. What matters is the conviction with which you put those abilities to use, and the heart with which you stand for what all heroes – and students of this university – stand for. Honor. Integrity. The greater good. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to The Academy.”
[A/N] I may or may not have written this while listening to ‘Spring Days’.
Have you ever looked at someone and hated the fact that you love them so much that they practically get away with everything? That when they gave you that innocent puppy look, you were instantly nullified with whatever negative feelings you have and end up forgiving them, when you had very right not to?
It’s just that every time you see them, you were overwhelmed with this familiar feeling of fuzziness, warmth and comfort that you yourself couldn’t explain. Feelings you can’t fight.
How much you love them. How much you want them. How much you need them.
date headcanons for asahi / noya / goshiki please!
IM SO SORRY IM TAKING SO LONG WITH ALL THESE REQUESTS!! I just failed one of my mid-terms and ugh am I stressing~ but never mind that here are some date head canons for the babes… ps I made them first date kinda things
-this big teddy bear would
be too shy to ask you on a date, so you’d probably end up having to ask him
out, or have Daichi or Suga force him to ask you
-you would probably end up
having to decide the location of the date
-he looked like he was
gonna barf when you suggested the scary movie so you settled on either an
interesting rom-com or nostalgic kids movie
-he wouldn’t want to make
you uncomfortable, so he waits and lets you lean in and cuddle up to him
-10/10 very good cuddle, very warm
-bby’s cheeks are bright
red, but he’s so happy
-he might even throw an arm around you to pull you closer
-if a character dies
(especially an animal) there will b tears, his poor glass heart
-he walks you home like a
-hold his hand, he might
jump a lil
-he’ll be a little uncomfortable
with the initial silence but once you start a convo he’ll eagerly reply and contribute
-KISS HIS CHEEK WHEN YOU
SAY GOOD BYE AND WATCH THIS BOY FREEZE UP
-once you close the door
to your house it finally clicks in his head and he’ll break out in the biggest
-boy is not shy, he’ll
probably be v blunt asking you out
-IDK why but I totally see
him tryna be real fancy and saving up to take you to a nice restaurant
-so yall are both dressed
to the 9s on your way to this snooty uptown restaurant and then you both walk by this town carnival and look at each other
and have this like unspoken agreement
-carnival date it is!!
-he’s pumped and tries to
get you on all the rides even the carousel
-but if you are too scared
to go on a ride or just like don’t want to, he like totally gets it
-funhouse adventures dude
-y’all stand in front of
all the distorted mirrors like “does this make me look fat” many laughs until
he gets to the mirror that stretches you and makes him look taller
-y’all both die because he
looks like a bean pole, you give him a peck on the cheek and say you like him
the way he is, perfect height for accessible kisses
-CARNIVAL FOOD IS A MUST
- yall eat everything from
cotton candy to caramel apples
-date ends with a relaxing
ferris wheel ride
-he’s looking out the lil
open window pointing at the whole fair and all the little people down below
-yall are laughing…wait
now you’re kissing
-sweet little soft kiss
for lil noya
-hes practically beaming
when he steps off the ride
-most fun date you’ve ever
-laser tag date, or
something competitive and fun
-if y’all were on the same
laser tag team, he promises to lay down his life for you (melodramatic birb)
-lit yall are actually a
bomb team, you kick le ass
-if you are on opposing
teams he is a little unsure, because he doesn’t want to be mean, but when you
shoot him first with little to no remorse
-IT IS ON
-y’all’s intensity level
is way above the other people who are just trying to have a good time
anything to avoid being shot
-once he’s got you
cornered and you know its over, you call a truce….
-SIKE, you kiss him so
quick he barely has time to register what just happened before you shoot him
and runs as fast as your legs can carry you
-he’s still processing
what just happened, like ????
-then his face breaks into
the biggest blush, and he’s dyinggg
-but then when his little
vest beeps like “you’re team is losing” his sense of duty kicks in, fire
engulfs him as he sets off to find you and get revenge for that cheap shot
sorry if these are bad!! also I’m almost done with the rest of the requests so plz be patient
Pairing - Jeon Jungkook x Reader (ft. Your brother Kim Namjoon)
Genre - Angst
Summary - With a battle of words taking place in your head, and taking advice and opinions from your brother and his friends, you finally decide to confess to your best friend just as the same time as he does, except for something else.
‘I don’t know, Namjoon oppa.. I don’t think I can do it.’ You confessed to your brother, both of you sitting on his bed, beside each other with his arm around your shoulders.
'Come on, Y/N. Even though I had strongly gone against introducing him to you, I totally ship you both. Also, you guys are best friends. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he had feelings for you as well.’ He explained, as though the situation at hand was a piece of cake.
'Did he by any chance mention to any of you about me?’ You tested, your head raising to meet his eyes. You noticed the hesitation in his voice as he searched for an answer.
'See? He probably doesn’t look at me the way I look at him..’ You groaned, digging your face into your hands.
You and Jungkook had met five years ago, when Namjoon had the brilliant idea of having a sleepover with his group of friends. You had met all the boys before that but Jungkook, never. When you did meet him that day, you instantly felt something click, but didn’t bother to dwell on it, until two years ago.
And since then, the intensity of you crushing on him just grew, to a point that even your brother could tell you liked Jungkook.
You asked each of the boys on this: Whether you should or not confess about your feelings to the maknae. Taehyung even considered dragging you to Jungkook’s room since it was just opposite his. How you escaped his clutches, you didn’t know.
You walked into Yoongi’s studio, with a cup of coffee in your hands and Namjoon’s hard disk in the other.
'Hey, Y/N.’ He greeted you, not bothering to turn around as he punched in the letters on his keyboard.
'Yoongi Oppa, Namjoon Oppa wanted me to give this to you.’ You said as you took a seat beside him, and stretched a hand towards him that held the disk. He looked at you and gave you a smile before taking the disk and the coffee from you and thanking you.
You both sat for a while in comfortable silence, with occasional clicks of the mouse, when you finally decided to ask him.
'Oppa, can I ask you something?’
'Yeah, go ahead.’ He mumbled, as he took a sip of the coffee and continued with his work.
'Do you think I should confess about my feelings to Jungkook?’ You asked, which immediately seized his actions.
His head slowly turned to you, a cocked eyebrow with a confused look to accompany it as he asked, 'You like Jungkook?’
You returned his expression, 'I thought I was obvious? Everybody told me that.’
'Well, maybe I never bothered to notice. But since when though?’
’..two years.’ You said as you fiddled with your thumbs, occassionally grabbing at your top.
'Why wait till now?’ He asked as by now he had compeltelt abandoned his work to lay attention to you.
'I- I don’t know.. I just, thought, better late than never.’ You said, earning a nod from him. He stared into space for a while before his eyebrows furrowed into a thoughtful frown.
'So he was talking to you over the phone this whole time?’ He blurted, making you look at him in surprise.
'No, recently he’s been a lot on his phone, being all mushy and shy. I believe he’s been talking to someone, except I don’t know who. Is it you?’ He asked, as he took another sip from his coffee.
'Well, we do talk every now and then.. ’ You said, your gaze finding its way on the wall as it found them interesting than the current conversation.
'If it’s you, then I can say he’s totally into you. You should see how he talks into the phone,’ Yoongi chuckled. You laughed along, before thanking him about the little information and leaving.
Roughly concluding that hopefully he too would reciprocate your feelings, you walked with your head down, a shy smile on your face. You didn’t bother looking up, as you kept walking. That’s when you bumped into a shoulder, making you shoot your head up.
'I’m so sorry- Jungkook?’ Your heart beat sky rocketed from that moment on, as he gave you his heart fluttering smile.
'Hey, Y/N. I was actually coming to meet you. I had dropped by your house but Namjoon Hyung said you were at Yoongi Hyung’s. So I thought I’d come here.’ He explained, but after he had said your name, everything else was a mumble and grumble.
'Y-yeah… Listen, Jungkook, I wanted to tell you something.’ You spoke, your voice strained as you had to literally force the works out. You filtered his expressions and how he was reacting to it.
He widened his eyes and a smile reappeared on his face, 'Really? So did I! Let’s go inside the café. I don’t want you to catch a cold in this weather.’ He offered a hand, which you gladly accepted and walked along with him into the cozy café a few steps away.
Once you both settled down, with your heart still beating in your ears, he leaned in curiously across the table.
'So, what is it that you wanted to tell me?’ He asked as he wiggled his eyebrows making you giggle. You shook your head before you replied, 'No, that can wait. You go ahead.’
'You sure?’ He asked as he sat straight, looking at you with a curious look. You nodded your head and gave him a thumbs up, letting him know he could continue.
His lips curled into a smile, before he cleared his throat. You anticipated, with your hand clutched onto your top and your heart beating in your ears.
'We’ve been friends for so long, and I can’t believe I’m telling you this now, but trust me when I say that I’ve had feelings for you for years, and you caught my eyes since the day we met. I really want us to be something more than just friends. I love you.’ He said, his eyes never leaving yours as his cheeks stained gradually with light pink hues. Your smile hurt your cheeks but you knew it was worth it. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
'Caught your heart, didn’t it?’ He asked, getting you confused a little before opening your mouth but he interrupted again.
'Is it good enough though? The confession?’
'Ah.. I should’ve told you before saying it. I’m going to confess to this one girl I’ve been friend with since forever but I never had the guts to. So.. Do you think that was okay? Or do I have to still work on it?’
Your heart plummeted deeper deeper into depths of regret and loath as he kept talking. Your eyes wavered, with your hand sweating and balled into fists beside you. Your ears gave up trying to listen to what he was saying and you felt yourself stand up.
'So what did you want to- Y/N? You okay?’ He asked as he saw you stand up. You gave him one small smile that meant anything and everything but happiness.
'I just wanted to say good luck with that girl, Jungkook. Hope you guys go long and well. Bye,’ You tried hard not to let your voice crack as he stared at you with a doubtful look. He didn’t remember telling you about the girl but nevertheless accepted your wish.
You didn’t bother to stay to hear him say thank you.
You made your way out of the café and walked towards home. You couldn’t wait to get into your room and cry until your eyes could no longer produce tears. You felt like beating yourself up for waiting this long for a petty confession of feelings.
You felt a drop of water hitting your hand, and another, and another. It was raining, and you used that as an excuse to vent out your broken heart. You sobbed, your chest heaving by the time you had reached home.
'Y/N- what? Why are you-’ Namjoon asked frantically but you just hugged him, hung onto him for dear life as he hugged you back with the same intensity. He didn’t have to be told why you were balling or why you were hugging him. He already knew.
'I-I was t-too l-late, Oppa..’
I’m letting angst take over my life what’s wrong with me.