okay so where do I begin…WOW.
okay so… on Monday October 3rd at 10:25pm, I was sitting on my phone in my room listening to holy ground and I was on twitter and BOOM. “TAYLOR NATION SENT YOU A DIRECT MESSAGE” I STARTED SHAKING AND CRYING WHEN I READ THE CONFIDENTIAL MESSAGE I WAS SO CONFUSED BECAUSE THEY DONT EVEN FOLLOW ME (yes I’m still trying to work out technology ok) AND I FLIPPED OUT AND I RAN INTO MY MOMS ROOM SOBBING AND I TRIPPED OVER THE HOOVER BUT ITS OKAY. MY MOM WAS SAYING ALL SORTS OF THINGS LIKE SOMEONE MAY HAVE HACKED INTO TAYLOR NATIONS ACCOUNT (?????? idk). Anyway I died and my mind was a mess and I couldn’t control myself at all, I had knew what it usually meant when people got these messages and I explained everything to my mom ( she is genuinely worst-case-scenario-Christine ) and she started crying with happiness for me. THAT DAY WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED.
The next day October 4th at 5:27pm, I was (trying) to study when BOOM. I RECEIVED THE CALL. Ali phoned and told me about a special secret event on Friday the 13th of October and I was shaking so so much and could barely even talk but she was honestly the nicest ever (I noticed she said “wonderful” about a million times and I’m now so in love with that word). Side note: My mom still wasn’t really convinced this wasn’t a set up to get me kid napped but SHE FINALLY CALMED DOWN A LITTLE AND MEANWHILE I WAS SHAKING, CRYING AND BASICALLY DEAD.
Okay so then it was the waiting game…the days DRAGGED in as I found out a whole 10 DAYS before the event and I saw Taylor lurk people on tumblr/Instagram AND she liked the post about me and my best friend Eve. PEOPLE WERE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT COULD HAPPEN ON THE 13TH AND I WAS JUST SITTING THERE LIKE HELP ME WHATS GON HAPPEN.
Fast forward to Friday…so because I live in Glasgow I had to fly to London… I COULDNT SLEEP AT ALL AND I ONLY GOT 4 HOURS SLEEP LOL BECAUSE I GOT UP AT 4AM. We went to the airport and I was genuinely so nervous and excited about what could possibly be happening. We then got a bus and then a tube and wandered about Covent Garden and EVERYTHING kept reminding me of Taylor. We then got a tube and another bus ( NUMBER 13 ) to our hotel. I got really stressed out because I opened up my case and there was makeup spilt on my dress BUT MY MOM CAME TO THE RESCUE AND FIXED IT FOR ME. I curled my hair and fixed myself up then I went to out to the secret meeting point and recognized so many people from tumblr/twitter etc and it was SO surreal. ALSO A FEW PEOPLE CAME UP TO ME AND WERE LIKE OMG ABBIE I KNOW YOU AND THAT MADE ME FEEL SO SO SPECIAL SO I LOVE YOU FOR THAT IF THAT WAS YOU. We checked in and got really cool wristbands saying United Kingdom (IN THE REPUTATION FONT) I WAS ALREADY DEAD.
We went to drop off our bags and me and I met 2 beautiful, amazing girls called Emma ( @taylorsmusic ) and Flora ( @spoookyswift ) and we were FREAKING OUT TOGETHER. We just couldn’t comprehend that we could potentially meet our idol. We talked about everything and I genuinely think I have 2 new best friends for life. I LOVE YOU GUYS. We were on the last bus to leave so we waited foreverrrr and my nerves were building up so much and I was FULL ON ALL OVER SHOOK.
Everyone on the bus was SO EXCITED and we were all dying together. It was such a combination of nerves and excitement like I can’t even describe it. So we FINALLY arrived at our secret destination and were escorted to the entrance to be searched etc (there was a big box of socks for some reason and it made us laugh so just thought I’d add that in and also a few half finished smart water bottles👀).
Okay so then we went through to TAYLORS HOUSE. It was beautiful and there was so much food laid out and I had a REPUTATION COOKIE and CUSTOMIZED REPUTATION M&MS and CHICKEN TENDERS. Taylors playlist of the songs she loves was playing in the background and we were LOVING LIFE. (Side note: my mom loved the olives you put out taylor so thanks for that) So basically me, Emma and Flora were chilling together (we were not chill at all tho) and everything was fine THEN Flora goes “oh my god, that’s Scott” AND IM LIKE WTF AND WE ALL LOOK OVER AND DIE LIKE WHAT WAS HAPPENING BEFORE OUR VERY EYES THE KING OF GUITAR PICS WAS HERE. We went and spoke to more amazing people and life was good…THEN TREE COMES THROUGH AND IM LIKE WHATATSTSS THATS A LEGEND THEN NOT LONG AFTER THAT WE SEE ANDREA AND WE ALL DIED. I CRIED WHEN I SEEN ANDREA IDK WHY IT JUST GOT TOO MUCH AND SHES MY QUEEN. IT GENUINELY FELT LIKE A DREAM LIKE SURELY THIS WAS NOT REAL.
Finally, after a while, we went through to THE LIVING ROOM. YES. A CHAIR. A SPEAKER. WE ALL KNEW WHAT THIS WAS. ME, EMMA AND FLORA HAD A LITTLE SUPPORT NETWORK GOING ON BECAUSE WE WERE ALL HOLDING HANDS BECAUSE WE WERE NOT PREPARED AT ALL. I cried - yeah she wasn’t even here yet and I cried. So anyway THEN I’m like I can’t even do this and my heart is beating abnormally fast. And that’s when she appeared…
I COULDNT BELIEVE MY EYES. MY ANGEL. MY EVERYTHING. GENUINELY LIKE A METER AWAY. NO WAY. Okay so then I SOBBED even more and I was uncontrollable (I finally did calm down but omg it was so hard I couldn’t stop crying) - thank you Emma and Flora for helping me LOL. Side note: her hair was so curly and pretty and she wore this camo dress thing and SNAKE BOOOOOOTS and a snake ring and yeah I was like GO GURLLL. IN THAT MOMENT I DIED IT WAS ACTUALLY HAPPENING.
On to the album, obviously you guys understand I can’t say much at all BUT REPUTATION IS MY FAVOURITE ALBUM BY FARRRRR. Like it’s genuinely so different but so genius - it’s incredible. She’s so talented and you can tell she’s worked so super hard for it and I can tell she’s happier than ever through the way she talks and she just seems so content with life and it makes me so proud and happy of how far she’s came. It’s so emotionally complex and THE LYRICS (she’s a genius okay). But there was one song that made me full on SOB and everyone in that room felt something…ANYWAY Taylor herself, during the whole of the session, she was so funny and she’s just so genuine…it was unreal. UNREAL. Some highlights that stand out to me include when during one of the songs she looked right at me for about 20 seconds or so and we just danced and smiled at each other. IVE NEVER FELT SO LOVED IN MY LIFE. To say I’m proud of her for this album is an understatement.
okay so then….IT WAS MEET AND GREET TIME. We were all sitting reading the magazines and talking to each other and it was adorable and even though I was a nervous wreck, everyone was so nice and amazing towards me. When it was time for the picture I was at the waiting point I can’t tell you how I felt. It was indescribable. I seen the 2 girls before me hug Taylor goodbye and it was my turn. I ran up to her and hugged her so hard and she looked at me and went “ITS ABBIE ISNT IT?” AND I WAS NODDING AND I WAS LIKE YEAH ITS ME and she was like “NO WAY I CHOSE YOU LIKE A YEAH AGO LIKE SOOOO LONG AGO” and I was like NO WAY and then I was like “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING YOUVE HELPED ME THROUGH, YOU’VE HONESTLY GOT ME THROUGH SO MUCH” and she was listening so intently and she smiled at me and hugged me and we held hands for a few seconds which was BEAUTIFUL and she was like “you are SO beautiful like SO beautiful and you are SO funny like you’re posts are hilarious” and I started shaking and I told her she was like a big sister to me and then we got a really cute huggy picture and then we got one with my mom which was cute and THEN (THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST MOMENT) the camera guy said to my mom “do you want a pic alone with her” and my mom was like “oh it’s okay I’m just her mom” and TAYLOR WAS LIKE" OH WELL THANKS" IT WAS SO FUNNY. THEN I told her I loved her and she was like I LOVE YOU BUDDY and I gave her one final hug before I left which was MAGICAL (I swear we hugged about 27468273 times).
As soon as I left the room, I BURST INTO TEARS I COULDN’T BELIEVE I HAD JUST MET MY IDOL AFTER LIKE 6 YEARS OF LOVING HER AND FANGIRLING OVER HER. My mom went to talk to mama swift and she said to her “thank you so much for making a beautiful, amazing role model for my daughter” and mama swift was like AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH THEN MY MOM GAVE HER A HUG AND THEN I GAVE HER A HUGE HUG AND MAMA SWIFT WAS LIKE THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING HER AND DOING THE CRAZY THINGS SHE MAKES YOU DO AND I CRIED MORE.
WE THEN WENT TO GET OUR MERCH AND GET ON THE BUS AND I WAS GENUINELY STARSTRUCK AND ME AND EMMA JUST KEPT LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AND BEING LIKE DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?!?!?!
Thank you so so so much for inviting me to your London Secret Session - it was an HONOR to be there. I can’t believe I was given such a beautiful, amazing opportunity and I meant everything I said to you in there and it truly came from the heart. I love you so much and I can’t wait to hopefully see you on tour. You mean the world to me and I can’t wait to hear reputation again and DIE ANOTHER MILLION DEATHS.
I love you so much girl.
I created the sugar list out of need. I needed to songs to get ready to, to boost my confidence to, to remember why I had decided to go pro in the first place. Once I started the list, I found myself listening to and discovering new songs to add to the list. It’s an ever growing monster that I hope you enjoy. There are some songs that would be perfect on this playlist that I avoided because I had exhausted their appeal to me and others because I didn’t like the artist or the message they were providing. This list is just a jumping off point. Tweak it to your hearts content.
Whatever You Like- T.I.- Perhaps one of the first songs I ever heard that talked about sugaring. It’s still a dream. A man that will look me in the eye and say I can have whatever I like? Please, sugar gods, please.
Can’t Tell Me Nothing- Kanye West- This is my reminder that I’m not sugaring for accessories. I’m trying to better myself. To get certain things that will advance me towards my goal. To build a business that will get my money so right, I’ll only have men around for giggles.
All N My Grill- Missy Elliott- To the men who want to text and email and date the women they met on SD sites but don’t want to do the one thing that the site says they should be doing. Why aren’t they paying bills?
She Wants to Move- N.E.R.D. - When it’s time for me to leave you, when it’s time for me to dance, you don’t need to come with me, daddy.
About the Money- T.I.- His second feature on this list and perhaps one of the more obvious songs. If it aint about the money, why are we speaking? What else could you possibly offer?
Mascara- Jazmine Sullivan- Perhaps the song that speaks the most blatantly about life as a sugar baby on this list and the song that I think should be the sugar baby anthem, it’s a reminder to always stay well dressed, always stay ready for more.
Summary: You move into a new apartment after your boyfriend leaves to go abroad, making your relationship long distance. You’re tired, stressed and missing him - and your next door neighbor isn’t making life any easier. (Part 1/Part 2) Scenario: neighbor!AU, slightly angsty Word Count: 3,712
◇ pairing: jungkook | reader ◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au ◇ word count: 2.9 k ◇ author’s note: i will be updating thisseries every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy! the series is on hold for now.
We’d like to take a minute to thank everyone who made our first 1D Reverse Bang such a wonderful success. We ended up with more than 40 fantastic fics and dozens of works of art, play lists, and mood boards. Thank you to all the authors and artists that participated, as well as all of you who read and recommended and reblogged posts. We couldn’t have done it without you.
In case you missed any of the fics that were posted, here’s a master post (in order of posting date) so you can catch up (most of it is under the cut)!
The guy nodded eagerly while he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Yeah! I took a picture of the photo I saw so I could remember to look it up. Hold on.”
The guy scrolled through his phone and made a happy sound when he found it. “Here!”
Louis grabbed his phone to look at the picture. Yep. That confirmed it. He was going crazy.
The photo he was looking at was definitely one of him wearing his beloved shirt, but there was a taller man standing beside him, looking at him and laughing as Louis had his hand resting possessively on the guy’s hip. Louis had absolutely no recollection of this ever happening.
Or the one where Louis keeps finding photos around campus of him with a man he’s never met before, and the only logical explanation must be he’s going crazy.
Harry Styles is a time traveler who uses the guitar, the microphone, and photography to ignore the pull in his stomach. Zayn Malik is a professional nature photographer who never expected to fall in love with something other than his work, much less a time traveler with brown curly locks. Together they go on an adventure more magical than either of them ever expected.
After finishing med school, Dr. Louis Tomlinson returns to his small hometown to give back to the place where his mother spent her last days. Dealing with recent loss and heartbreak make loving and opening up to people difficult, but something about Harry Styles makes it possible.
“Were you so sure I would say yes?” Louis asked, already knowing the answer. “You’re my best friend, Louis Tomlinson. I know you better than you know yourself.” Niall pointed at him. “You say losing Babylon was terrible and you’re right, it was. But you wouldn’t turn down a second chance.” Louis rolled his eyes at his friend. “What makes you say that?” Niall just grinned. “You’re too curious.” - Louis Tomlinson wished, for one thing, his whole life: to find the ancient city of Babylon. After one failed attempt, he swore to never again attempt a search for the city. His friend, Niall Horan never pushed the issue, but when his family finds themselves in trouble, Niall’s only option is to convince Louis to try and find Babylon again. Niall enlists the help of two famous treasure hunters: Harry and Gemma Styles and their friend Liam Payne. Harry and Gemma love ancient cultures as much as Louis and would give anything to find Babylon. Liam is just along for the ride, running from a shade in his past. The five embark on the adventure of a lifetime… and find much more than any of them bargained for.
I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.
Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.
Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.
Are you up for a trip to France?
Sincerely, Liam Payne
Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.
“Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?”
“It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally.
The words were a knife slipped between his ribs. Everything hurt and he was bleeding. He shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”
Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.”
“Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.”
“I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.” —- Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.
The Monday after the party, Jimin sat at his desk, typing away on his computer. After what seemed like hours, the ringing of his desk phone took his attention off of his computer. He was expecting his assistant to call, but instead he hears the familiar voice of his mother.
“Sonnnnn” she sang out. “How are you?”.
“Omma!” Jimin said with a smile on his face. No matter what the job, Jimin would always put it on pause if it meant he was talking to his mother. “I’m good. How are you and Appa?” he asks, relaxing into his chair.
“We’re good sweetheart. How is Y/n?” she asks. He could practically hear the smile on her face, but upon hearing your name, his own smile faltered.
“good good” he says, half heartedly. Since the day of the party, he had started seeing you in a somewhat different light. Sure, he still hated being married to you and he was pretty sure he didn’t have any positive feelings about you, but once he realized that you too were most likely suffering and also missed your parents, he took his coldness down a notch. Or so he thought.
“Well son, I have a favor to ask of you and Y/N” his mom said.
“Anything for you omma, what do you need?” Jimin said, thinking nothing of what was about to be asked. Anything for his mother meant quite literally anything.
“Well you see, we’re having repairs done at the house and we thought we might as well go ahead and redecorate the house while we were at it. But you see, a lot of dust is flying around the house with all the work going around and pretty soon, we’re having work done in our bedroom and bathroom so it seems like me and your father don’t really have a place to stay for a few weeks. Do you think we can stay at your place till the repairs are done? I promise, you two lovebirds won’t even notice we are there!” She said, excitedly.
Ok…anything but that.
“Uh…but what about your vacation homes?” Jimin tried.
“Oh don’t be silly darling. Those are all either out of the city or out of the country. Your father still has to go to work! We don’t really want to stay at a hotel but if you insist…” She said. She knew her son was going to say yes. But it was fun teasing him anyways.
“What, no no don’t stay at at hotel. Of course you can stay over at our place mom” Jimin said, suddenly nervous.
“Oh perfect! This will be fun darling, I promise. Now I can spend some time with both my son and daughter! I can’t wait to tell your father. We’ll be there tomorrow night then, darling!” She said, hanging up the phone immediately.
“Uh..bye?” Jimin said, still pretty shocked.
Great. Just Great. Now I have to run this by Y/N and put on an act for a few weeks. I guess mom and dad can sleep in the guest room downstairs next to Y/N’s room…SHIT! Jimin suddenly realized that his parents expected them to be sharing a room, not be living like complete strangers. But that would mean they had to move all of your things from your room to the master bedroom where he slept.
Your day went about as it usually did. You packed your things and headed home after a long work day and as you were driving, you were thinking about what to cook for dinner. Over a period of months, you started to pick up on Jimin’s eating habits and made mental notes to avoid certain foods after noticing him pick out certain foods or not eat a dish altogether.
You entered the quiet house and went to your room to change. You changed into your favorite silk purple night gown, expecting the house empty. Some of your friends brought you the nightgown as a joke to “seduce Jimin with your incredible bod” but jokes on them, because there was no seducing done. But you loved how the silk felt on your skin and who cares if your husband didn’t admire you in the dress, you admired yourself. “You are one sexy lady” you told yourself as you stared at the mirror. You let out a little giggle and went to the kitchen to make food. You looked at the time and realized it was only 6pm, giving you hours before Jimin would return home.
You grabbed your phone and connected your bluetooth to the small speakers in the kitchen. You weren’t incredibly fond of cooking, but you rather have a home cooked meal instead of eating out all the time. You were never there to see if and when Jimin at what you made for dinner, but you made some for him anyways without fail.
You scrolled through all your playlists and decided you were in the mood for dance music. The music filled the room and soon filled the entire house as you began cooking a simple meal. Before you knew it, you were singing along at the top of your lungs and your hips swayed to the music. Sure, you were kind of making a mess in the kitchen, but you always cleaned up after yourself.
Jimin had made it home directly from work for the first time since the wedding. He didn’t know what time you came home usually, but he always knew you were home before he was. There was always a meal waiting for him. As the months went on, he realized he was less and less picky with his food. He had to admit, your food was quite delicious, but he never made any effort to let you know that.
He was pacing back and forth in his room, wondering how to break the news to you and put on an act to convince his parents. He wasn’t even sure how long his parents were going to stay. He thought he heard the door open, but he dismissed it.
But moments later, he heard music coursing through the house and to say he was surprised was an understatement. “Talk Dirty” started echoing through the house and while he was familiar with the song, he was surprised it playing at his own house. Surely it wasn’t you listening to the song, right? Some stranger just walked in and started playing it??
Out of curiosity, Jimin quietly walked out of his room and in the direction of the music. To his huge surprise, he found you in the kitchen. Dancing and singing at the top of your lungs, all the while trying to cut up some vegetables with your back facing him. What surprised him the most was what you were wearing though.
The purple night dress was moving along with you and the music and revealed…quite a bit. Jimin realized you were beautiful but damn…this was a whole new level. He’s never seen so much of your bare skin, and he felt a little embarrassed standing there. Realizing that he was just staring at this point and it would be 10x more embarrassing if you found him just staring, he decided to make his presence known. He cleared his throat a little, but you still couldn’t hear him over the music. He tried a few more times, but failing a little more.
Realizing he was never going to get your attention this way, he just walked straight up behind you and tapped on your shoulder.
You literally screamed when you felt the contact. Not once has someone been home at this time other than you and your first instinct was to think that some thief walked in and had the audacity to come tap on your shoulder. So in your defense, you screamed and turned around with the knife held in both your hands.
But to your surprise, you found your husband with his eyes wide in shock and hands up in the air as if to say he surrenders.
“Woah calm down, it’s just me” he said.
“Oh my god, Jimin what the hell! You scared me!” you said as you turned down the music. You mentally scolded yourself for your choice in music. Of course, today was the day you decided to play this song and dance along.
“Sorry sorry” Jimin said, placing his arms back down to his sides. He couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.
You eyed him funny, signaling him to stop.
“What are you doing home..?” you asked, slowly.
“What, I can’t come home?” he asks.
“No, it’s just you’re never here at this time…” you say, not meeting his eyes.
“That’s what you think…for all you know I could have just been in my room” he says, teasing you. He doesn’t know why he did it, but he was glad when he saw the shock hit your face and a deep red blush creep up on your cheeks. It was rather cute, he thought.
“O-Oh..I-I never thought about that” you say, in all honesty.
“I’m just kidding. But I actually had something to run by you” he says, suddenly turning serious again. You were a little sad once his smile faded.
“Yeah?” you asked.
“So, my parents having repairs done at their house and my mom asked if her and my dad could stay over till the repairs are done” he said.
“Of course!” you say, smiling brightly. You may not love her son, but you certainly loved Jimin’s mom. You treated her like your own mother. And the same went for her father. They were such lovely people. “How long are the repairs going to take?” you asked. You were expecting a day or two but…
“A few weeks” he said, running his hands through his hair nervously.
“A few weeks?!” you say, slightly louder than you wanted.
“Why? Is that a problem?” he asked
“oh, no. I just wasn’t expecting that.” you said. “Wait so that means….” you started.
“We’re going to have keep up the act of a happy marriage” he finished. You could only nod.
“That also means…we’re going to have to move your things into my room if we’re going to make this believable” he continued. Your eyes widened in shock. Of course you had to do that, how could you forget?
“Oh…right” you said nervously.
“It’s fine, I have a couch in my room that I can sleep on. You can take the bed” Jimin offered. He didn’t especially like sleeping on the couch, but with the situation on hand, he didn’t really have much of a choice.
“Oh..ok. That should be fine I guess. When are they coming?” you asked, already making notes in your head of what to prepare beforehand.
“Tomorrow night” Jimin says.
“Oh, that doesn’t give us much time at all!” you say.
“Yeah, so I was planning on taking the day off from work tomorrow move some of your things from your room to mine. If you can tell me what to move beforehand, I can have that ready by the time you’re home and then you can just move all the smaller things?” he offered again. You were slightly shocked by his kind offer, but you realized he was only doing this because his parents were staying.
“Don’t be silly. I’ll take the day off too and we can do that together. I have some things I’d like to prepare for their stay as well” you say.
“oh..ok then” Jimin said, not really knowing what else to say.
“Well…I guess that’s it then? I still have quite a bit left to cook for dinner. I’ll let you know when it’s done?” you asked with sudden confidence.
“Oh sure. That’s fine” Jimin says as he begins to walk away. You turn back around to finish cutting your vegetables when you hear “Hey Y/n?” you turn to face Jimin once again, “Thank you” he says.
You give him a small smile and nod and turn back to your veggies. You realized that this was the longest conversation you have ever had with your husband. And why were you so excited about it?
You didn’t have much time to think about it though because you had lots to prepare for the upcoming weeks. If only you knew how much your life was going to change.
A/n: Awh I actually liked this part. Hope y’all liked it. Let me know what you think? want a part 5?
You felt sick, this week was going by so fast with Yoongi. All the time you spend together was clouded by the crippling fact that he was going to be taken from you soon enough. You tried to enjoy your time but it was just becoming harder and harder. Your moods were swinging from happiness to when you were with him. To sadness and crying yourself to sleep. But also anger, even at Yoongi for not trying.
So i’ve been listening to Steve’s playlist on Spotify and Old Time Rock & Roll came on and I could totally see Steve dancing and singing to it w/ the reader. ( requested by anonymous )
PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT: 1.6K+
A/N: I had some fun with this one! I made it so it wasn’t only that song but a couple others too, each one was super cute to write for me. Just a little background the Reader and Steve have been dating for a while, and it’s 1985. Steve is working as a deputy for Hopper and the Reader is in her final year of high school. There’s lots of smooches. It’s also kinda short but.. I promise that doesn’t take away from the cuteness!
“I made you a mixtape.”
“Y-you what?” a laugh came out of you.
“I made you a mix-tape!” Steve repeated.
“I thought we agreed no super over the top cute stuff.”
“Hey I’m holding back. And you weren’t complaining when we
were making out in the hallway of your school last week.”
a/n: i discovered this band called cigarettes after sex about a year and a half ago and fell in love. honestly, their music is the most calming, mellow, and relaxing stuff i’ve ever heard. i found this playlist that has their music with a couple other songs from different artists, who are just as amazing♥ this also turned out to be a lot longer than i anticipated but OH WELL ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[for dialogue, italic is for y/n and bold is for tom]
Rap Monster: He had been gone all day, working at the studio and came home to you asleep on the couch with your headphones in. He picked up your phone to see that you were playing the Wings album on repeat, having his song in particular playing over and over. He smiled and moved your hair out of your face and placed a small kiss on your lips. He remembered you telling him at one point that you listen to his music when you felt sad or alone which made him a bit upset but he understood.
“I’m here now darling. No need to feel alone.”
Suga: You had gone down to the studio to spend some time with Suga since you knew he wasn’t going to be home very much for the next little while. You laid down on the couch they had in the studio and closed your eyes and fell asleep listening to Suga practice some of his new lines. Namjoon nudged Suga and pointed over in your direction. Suga smiled and went over and placed a sweatshirt over your body. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and walked back over to Namjoon.
“She falls asleep to my voice almost every night. I kind of expected this to happen.”
Jin: You and Jin were enjoying your time together, just watching a movie while laying in bed when you looked up and admired his face. He smiled and looked back down at you. “What?” he would asked only to have you shake your head. You looked back to the tv then back at him again. “Y/n what?” You shook your head again this time Jin lifted your chin so you were looking at him once more. “What is it y/n? I know you want to ask me something.” You let out a deep sigh and finally replied, “Can you sing me to sleep? Please?” His smile would grow and he would lean down and kiss your nose.
“Always, my love.”
J-Hope: Jhope was out with his friends, just enjoying his time out with his guy friends when you decided to check up on him. “I’ll be back pretty late, what’s up?” He would text back. You didn’t want to tell him you couldn’t sleep but you did anyways. “I can’t sleep..” “Do I need to come home?” You didn’t want to say yes but in the end, you just wanted to fall asleep to his voice. “Too late I’m coming home.” He came home about twenty minutes later, crawling into bed behind you and wrapping you in his arms. “Sing to me?” You asked.
“You’re so cute. Of course.”
Taehyung: You had recently watched an old movie with Taehyung, causing him to fall in love with the music in the movie. He had taken the time to download and listen to the whole album of the movie, singing it almost all the time. He was in the kitchen, doing the dishes when you heard him seeing “Fly Me To The Moon” by Frank Sinatra. “Tae?” You would call out. He would stop singing, lifting his head up from the dishes. “Hmm?” “Nothing. I just really like that song.” He smiled and and began singing it again until he noticed that you had fallen asleep. You usually fall asleep with headphones in so when he went over to help you to your bed, he noticed your sleep playlist was filled with songs he sang and even his own songs.
“My girl, falling asleep to my voice. That’s so CUTE!”
Jimin: Jimin had spent the week at home with you while he was on his break. Every night, he would sing you to sleep, letting you lay in his arms has you two cuddled together. The time had come for him to leave again so he could go back on tour. You two hadn’t said anything but you knew both knew it was going to be hard. Jimin had disappeared for a couple of hour the night before he had to leave. When he come home, he knocked on the door to have you open it to him holding a huge teddy bear and a small basket. He sat down the bear and handed you a CD with the words ‘sing me to sleep’ on it.
“I got you this bear that I sprayed with my cologne and this CD is something I made so that you can fall asleep to my voice every night. Kind of like I never left and before you know it, I’ll be home.”
Jungkook: Jungkook kind of knew that you liked to fall asleep to him singing over even talking. He started to catch on when you’d cuddle up to him when he was talking on the phone with someone or practicing his vocals. Finally, he had just come out and told you that he knew you did it. Your face would go bright red but continued to pull out your phone to show him your playlist of his covers that he did throughout the year. “I really can’t sleep without hearing your voice.” He would pull you into his arms and kiss the top of your head.
“Honestly, I just fell ten times more in love with you and your cute face.”
Sooo, remember how I said I was
gonna write part 2 if people wanted to read more? Yeah…. I may or may
not have accidently written much more than that. There will be more info
below, just know that the end of this part is not the end of the whole
“Bold”texts are from Keith | “Normal” texts are from Shiro
Hover over the Spanish text for translations. Additional translations below in case you’re having problems with that.
“Sooo…” Lance cleared his throat awkwardly “This is…”
“Weird?” Keith suggested. He pushed the paper cup on the table in front of
him from side to side.
“Yes. Definitely weird.” Lance agreed. “I mean… not bad weird, just…
unexpected weird? New weird? Totally-not-planned-like-this weird?” He bit his
lower lip and tugged on the sleeves of his jacket nervously.
This wasn’t going great. They had just sat down inside the Starbucks they
had met in front of and he was already making a fool of himself. This was all a
bit too much for him. They had wanted to meet for a while now but surely not
like this! Not completely unplanned. It had thrown Lance off track and he had
no idea how to turn this around. He kept fidgeting with his sleeves and licked
his lips nervously. Keith just sat there completely silent and played around
with his coffee cup. Great. 5 minutes in and Lance was already less interesting
to the guy than a cup of stupid coffee. He was about to start a desperate
conversation about the weather when the girl behind the counter called for him
to pick up his order.
“Be right back,” he mumbled before he almost sprinted off.
Keith was panicking. Hard. This was all too much and too fast. He knew that
due to being his soulmate he would probably feel some kind of attraction
towards Lance right from the start. But he still hadn’t been prepared for his
brain’s reaction when the most beautiful boy he had ever seen started to walk
towards him in front of the coffee shop. It was like his mind had put out a
sign saying ‘no coherent thoughts beyond this point’ and the stuff he found
himself thinking now didn’t make any sense to him at all. It was a seemingly
random stream of words that didn’t fit together at all. Something like
‘pretty…soft boy…run…RUN…marry…HIDE…HIDE RIGHT NOW…eyelashes…freckles…EVACUATE
Or Nah: Reader and Bucky are doing their routine workout before an extremely important mission, which doesn't go as planned when Bucky shows her his own playlist he made.
A/N: I've always wondered what would happen if Sam introduced Bucky to some really dirty songs! I was dying while writing this haha! If you want to hear the song while you read it’s right here! :D I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Very dirty song lyrics, pls beware lol. Bucky being a flirty little shit. Slight secondhand embarrassment.
You let out a small sigh as you placed the weight in your hand down. You had been in the gym for a solid two hours, working out for the mission that was coming up later that week. It was a pretty big one, and you wanted to make sure you were ready for anything and everything. Bucky, who would be your partner for the mission had agreed to join you for the workout, and to your surprise, he even offered to chose the playlist.
Ever since he and Sam had been hanging out more often, they’ve been able to catch him up on various modern things, mostly music. You knew that Bucky had been spending time listening to the new wave of music on his little ipod you had given him for his birthday, but you had no idea what songs Sam had put on there for him.
You and he had grown pretty close ever since Bucharest, and dare you admit, you liked him. A bit much for just friends, but you’d never tell him. There were sometimes when you swore he was reciprocating your feelings, but you always brushed it off as simple flirtatious teasing. Steve always said that’s how he used to be back in the day.
You just figured it was some nineties rap or something, which wasn’t unlikely.
The last song had ended, leaving the two of you in that awkward five second silence before the next song began.
Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah? You can ride my face until you dripping cum Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah? Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?
Your eyes nearly fell out of your head at how wide you were staring at him. He paid no attention to you, as he was in his own little world. He lowly sung along to the song as he lifted the weights in his hands. The way he spoke the lyrics, you knew damn well that he had heard the song quite a bit.
You swallowed loudly as you watched Bucky work out. The black tank top he wore clung to his body, which was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His arms flexed in such a delicious way each time he brought the weight up, almost as if he was showing off everything he had.
His hair was pulled back in a messy bun, with a few rebellious strands falling in front of his face. Your eyes analyzed the way his jaw clenched each time he flexed, and the way his lips pursed. His brow was furrowed with concentration as he worked out, his eyes staring forward at the grand mirror in front of him as he watched himself.
And Jesus, that metal arm. It shifted and clicked with each movement, and you honestly found yourself wondering how on earth you could be attracted to a prosthetic limb. Regardless, you’ve wanted it and him.
After making sure you weren’t drooling over him, you peered back up at his face, expecting him to still be in his own little world. But to your horror, he was staring right at you. His mouth was curved upwards into a little, fascinated smile as he watched you. Regardless, he continued singing along to the song.
You gonna run it for these hundreds, girl, or nah? Show me is you really ‘bout your money, girl, or nah? Don’t play with a boss, girl, take it off Take it for a real one You gonna get it all
You watched as he sung to you, his eyes traveling down your body. You blushed even deeper as you took in the raunchy lyrics. You had no idea why Sam would introduce him to this. Steve would probably have several heart attacks at once if he showed up.
Bucky set down the weights in his hand with a loud clank, pulling you out of your thoughts. He made sure to give you a show as he reached behind himself and slipped the tank top from his body, tossing it to the side. He made his way over to the chin up bar, which was located directly across from you. By now, you were trying to relieve some of the arousal that was pooling between your legs by pressing them together.
Bucky placed his hands on the bar, and slowly began lifting himself upwards, peering over at you, still singing those damn lyrics.
Is you really 'bout your money or nah? Can you really take dick or nah? Can I bring another bitch or nah? Is you with this shit or nah?
Your eyes immediately went to his body, watching as every single muscle flexed as he lifted himself up. His gray sweatpants hung low on his waist, giving you a perfect view of the V of his waist. You so desperately wanted to see just a few more inches, but you knew better. He was teasing you, and you were falling right into the trap.
Not being able to take it anymore, you stood from your seat and began walking towards the bench press. You lie back onto the bench, pressing your hands onto the bar tightly. But before you could even get started, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your legs and pull you away.
You squeaked, trying to balance yourself. Before you could sit upwards, you were pressed back down by a metal hand. Bucky hovered over you, smirking devilishly as he placed both of his hands on either sides of your head, trapping you underneath him. You felt so small, and couldn't fight the blush that was now spread throughout your chest and face.
Girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah? Can I bring another bitch? Let’s have a threesome Keep saying you’s a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?
“Hey, Buck,” Sam called as he entered the room. His eyes staring down at the ipod in his hands, completely unaware of what was going on in front of him.
“I think I accidentally took yo- WHOA!”
You immediately covered your face with your hands. This was not what you hoped the outcome would be at all! You were hoping for some steamy make out sessions or maybe even Bucky’s head between your legs, but this was absolutely not what you wanted. Sam would never let you guys live this down.
Bucky cleared his throat awkwardly as he stared at his friend, his eyes flickering between the two of you with a sheepish smile.
“Man,” He whistled as he listened to the song blaring from the speakers. “I always knew you were a closet freak, Y/N.’” With a cackle, Sam turned on his heel and exited the gym.
Not before calling over his shoulder that he had a very interesting story for dinner tonight.
in which y/n loves flowers and Tom is her outgoing boyfriend who doesn’t know what to get her for her birthday.
Since they had started dating, Tom knew of Y/N felt about flowers. She’d “ooh” and “ahh” at the floral arrangements playlist on Instagram, stop at the farmers market on Thursdays after class to bring home whichever bouquet spoke to her. Her camera roll was filled with blossoms and florets she’d saw when out and about, her apartment was going to be swallowed whole by the ivy she’d hung from the ceiling. Tom had taken to naming the several potted plants she had around too but often forgot when he’d called them so he’d have to come up with new names which would earn a soft laugh from her.
I anxiously bit my lip, today was the day Ethan was coming back from playlist.
He offered for me to go with him but I turned him down, I had to stay here and deal with school, it was currently midterm week and I needed to study.
I had recently finished my first five test, Writing, Reading, history and Science. I now had to take my Latin and math one, the two I knew I would fail.
I mean I’m not bad at math it’s just not my strong suit, and neither is Latin.
I texted Ethan and told him about it and he told me as soon as he unpacked he would come over and help me study. But little did I know he had other plans.
“Hey babe” Ethan said kissing the side of my head. I smiled.
“Hey” I mumbled while wrapping my arms around him, he was like a huge teddy bear.
“Alright, let’s get started” he said.
I pulled out my Latin binder, Latin worksheets, Latin translations, and Latin textbook.
Ethan rubbed the side of his head, “why didn’t you pick Spanish”
I rolled my eyes “I didn’t pick Spanish because I can’t make a decision until high school, I’m still in eighth grade remember?”
Ethan only sighed and got in a comfortable position on my bed.
“Let’s start with translating some sentences then we can work on Roman numerals and derivatives” Ethan said looking through my stuff. I nodded my head.
“Alright can you translate this sentence ‘ubi est nilus fluvius?’ ”
I smiled “easy, where is the Nile river”
Ethan smiled “correct, ok next sentence 'Africa et Europa in Rheni fluminis’”
“The Rhine river is not in Africa but Europe” i responded.
Ethan leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I giggled and pulled away.
“Come on lover boy, you said you would help me study, not make out with me”
“But I prefer this much more” he mumbled on my lips.
I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. “Come on, the faster we get threw this, the more time we’ll have together to do what you want”
He only sighed and we continued practicing Translations.
“Ok, we’ve gone threw almost 90 translations, can we move onto Roman numerals and derivatives?” Ethan asked.
“Yup” he opened my binder and flipped to the second column and opened the rings to take out my derivative and Roman numerals worksheet.
“Ok, so when i say the number in Latin, say it in English and name one derivative, ok?” He explained.
I nodded, “seams simple enough”
“The number is one and a derivative could be unison”
“The number is two and a derivative is duplex”
We went on and stoped at thirty.
“Alright I think your in pretty good shape (y/n)”
I blushed, “thanks, now. Time for math”.
I reached over for my bag and pulled out the algebra textbook and my notebook.
“I don’t need as much help with math, I just need help with slope intersect form, and all the lines that have to do with slope and graphing”
I watched as she grabbed her backpack and took out her textbook and notebook, she looked so pretty.
Her hair was up in a high ponytail and some strands of hair had fallen out. She was wearing my oversized sweatshirt that I had left here a before I left for playlist. She had paired the sweatshirt with some shorts.
Her mouth was open and words were coming out but I couldn’t focus on them, I was too busy checking her out.
“Hellooo, earth the Ethan?” (y/n) said whiles snapping her fingers in front of my face.
“Mhhh, what as that?” I asked.
(y/n) rolled her eyes “I said, I don’t need as much help with math, I just need help with slop intersect form, and all the lines that have to do with slope and graphing” she repeated.
I nodded “ok, let’s get started”
I took her textbook and opened it to a bookmarked page that was highlighted with different colors and little notes on the margin.
I then opened up her notebook to the first page and see a bunch of notes. Something’s were highlighted and there were notes on the side just like her textbook.
“Why do you highlight things and write notes everywhere?”
“The highlighters all have their own meaning. Yellow means I totally understand what I’m learning, pink means I I’m completely lost, and orange means I somewhat get it. The notes are supposed to help me when we take open book quizzes” she said sheepishly.
“I got the idea from teen wolf, remember? You were there. We were cuddling on my bed while catching up on the series because I wanted to and you agreed to it for some odd reason, stiles was helping malia study and he asked her why she highlighted things” she continued on.
I nodded my head remembering. “Does it help you?”
“Yeah, it works out perfectly. I stay after school and get help with the stuff that are pink”
I sighed. “Ok, well les get to work”
I skimmed threw her textbook and saw some practice Problems that she had highlighted pink.
“Ok (y/n) what are the two slope equations that you have to know?”
“Umm, y=mx+b and y1-y=m(x-x1)?”
“You partially got it right the second formula is y-y1=m(x-x1)”
She nodded and i looked at her notebook and asked her.
“How do you find slope?”
“You have to have your y and x axis graphed then you do y2-y1 over x2-x1 and you have your slope”
I nodded “you got it right, let’s try a problem”
“Passes through (-2,5) and (3,9)”
“Ok so first you have to find the slope so you do y2-y1 over x2-x1 and you get 4/5 as your slope, then you fill in the numbers and it will be y-5=4/5(x-(-2))”
I smiled “yup, your so smart baby girl” I cooed.
She only blushed and looked down I chuckled at her.
“Ok time for graphing, state the x and y intercepts for the function, then graph the function”
(y/n) reached over and grabbed her graphing book.
“The function is 2x - 3y = 6, solve it”
(y/n) waisted no time. She quickly jotted down the function and stared plugging in numbers for each side to find x and y. When she did she bit down on her pencil and furrowed her eyebrows obviously confused. She then erased half of her work and plugged in zero to see where that would get her, after she did that she found the intercepts and graphed the function.
She handed me the notebook and I looked down at her work, it was messy but clean and the same time. I checked the work and handed it back and nodded my head.
We continued to study until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“(y/n) we’ve went over everything, your so smart you need to have faith in yourself babygirl”
She nodded and rubbed her eyes.
“Now, time to have fun” i smirked.
I started to take all of her books, papers, and binders off of her bed so that it was just me and her.
I gently pushed her so she was laying down on the bed and started leaving wet butterfly kisses from up her neck to her lips.
She tangled her hands in my hair and kissed me harder. She wrapped her legs around my waist.
We continued kissing for a while before I pulled away to take off my shirt and 'her’ sweatshirt.
I looked at her and saw that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I let out a low growl and mumbled 'fuck’.
She blushed and covered her chest.
“Don’t babygirl, your beautiful” I said while unraveling her arms from her chest.
I leaned down and left love bites on her collarbone. I didn’t leave a lot, I knew she didn’t like it when I left them out in the open, she would get in trouble for it.
I took her right breast into my hand and sucked on it. I bit down on her nipple and it turned into a hard bud. I did this to the other breast.
I then moved down and teasingly started to pull off her shorts. She whined at my slow pace and took matters into her own hands and ripped off her shorts
I smirked. Only I had this effect on her.
I sucked in a harsh breath when I saw her white lace underwear. I could feel myself hardening even more.
I took off her underwear and placed my head in between her legs and placed wet kisses on the inside of her thighs.
I stopped when my lips met her heat. I inhaled and kissed her clit. She moaned my name and fisted the sheets.
I then stuck my tongue inside her and moved it around a little. I then brought up my hand and stuck in my index finger.
“Ethan” (y/n) moaned. She grabbed my hair and pushed my head in deeper. I grabbed her hands and placed them back down. And started going faster making (y/n) squirm, moan, and play with my hair.
“Ethan, I-I-I’m going to-”
“I got you babygirl” my pace fastened and (y/n) arched her back and came in my mouth and hand. I swallowed it all and licked her clean. I then sucked off the rest of her juices that was on my hand.
I stood and took off my pants and boxers my member sprung up and hit my stomach. (y/n) got up and sat on the edge of her bed and took my length into her hands.
She licked the tip and slowly slid it into her mouth. What she couldn’t fit in her mouth she wrapped her fingers around and massaged.
“Mhhh, babygirl right there I said while wrapping her hair around my hands and pushing my length farther into her mouth.
She started bobbing her head up and down. I moaned and released into her mouth.
She swallowed it all and I picked her up and placed her on the bed and positioned myself at her entrance.
"Ready babygirl?” She nodded her head in respons. I slowly slid myself in and waited for her to get used to my size. When she did I started going faster.
“Mghhh, Ethan fatserrr” I oblige and went faster slamming in and out of her.
“Princess I’m going to come”
“On the count of three, ok?”
I got in a few more thrust before I pulled out and came on her stomach.
I got off of her bed and went into her bathroom and got some paper napkins and went back to her room to wipe off the seamen that was on her stomach.
“I love you” I cooed before kissing her lips
“I love you t-”
“(y/n), honey are you home?”
(y/n) and I looked at each other at he sound of her moms voice. We shot up and quickly put on our cloths.
I opened her window and she sprayed some of her perfume. We jumped on her bed and I grabbed some flashcards from the floor and fixed my hair.
“What’s osmosis?” I questioned just as her mom opened her door.
“(y/n) what have I told you about closing the door when you have Ethan over? This door is to stay open. Okay?” Her mom said.
(y/n) smiled and nodded “alright mom”
I smiled and waved “hey Mrs. (y/l/n)”
Her mom smiled and walked out he door. (y/n) and I let out sighs and fell back on her bed.
First I wanna say that your writing is really freaking lovely – your blog is one of my favorites now! Thank you for your hard work (´▽｀) And next! Could I request BTS reacting to their S/O having one of those days where they’re kinda sad? Not for any particular reason – that’s just how they feel and need some time to recharge, and it’s something that happens every now and then. Thank you so much!!
Ugh, do I understand this!
When he found you sitting in bed, covered in the blankets, Jimin would look at you sympathetically and climb into the bed next to you. He’d lay down and pull you into his arms before quietly asking if there was something wrong.
“No, today’s just a sad day,” you sigh, burrowing into his chest. He’d put his arm around you and stroke your hair with the other hand but stay silent, wondering if he should ask if you needed anything. When he looked at your face, he’d see your eyes were closed and then would kiss your forehead, hoping that you’ll be out of your funk by tomorrow.
He’d walk in and see you curled up on the couch, wearing his sweatshirt. Your eyes were fixated on the TV, watching reality shows mindlessly. “You alright, babe?” He asked, shuffling over to the side of the couch and kissing your temple.
When you didn’t respond, his eyebrows scrunched and he walked back over to you and stood in front of your line of vision. “What’s going on, Y/N?”
You roll to your back and look up at Jungkook, “Just a sad day, I guess.”
When he heard that, he would gently pick you up bridal style despite your quiet protests, and carry you upstairs and into the bedroom. He’d plop you down and then ask if you needed anything. When you say no, he’d come around to the other side of the bed and let you lay on top of him, while wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly.
You’d be in the kitchen making tea when Namjoon walked in. He’d begin to talk to you, but when you didn’t answer and walked out to the living room his eyebrows would scrunch together in confusion.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” He’d ask quietly as he walked over to you, taking a seat beside you on the couch. You just stirred your tea but looked over at him with a shrug. “Just an off day, I guess.”
Without missing a beat, Namjoon would gently take your tea from you and place it on the table. He’d lift you onto his lap where your face was nuzzled against his shoulder and your arms were thrown around his waist. He’d stroke your hair and hold you tightly while asking you what was up, if he could do anything for you, and other things to distract you from being upset.
He’d wake up to see you sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with your hands. Usually by this time, you were already awake and jumping on your boyfriend to get up, too. But J-Hope knew something was different this morning.
“Y/N? You okay?” He’d ask in a raspy voice, looking up at you. You shrugged and said, “I’m just not feeling well.” At that, Hoseok would sit up and gently pull your shoulder to make you face him. “You’re sick? Do you have a temperature?”
“No..just an off day.” You said, and Hoseok’s eyes would soften. “Well. Then come here, okay?” He’d say, taking hold of your wrist and pulling you down beside him, where your cheek laid on his chest and his arm held you tightly against him. He’d rub little circles on your back to soothe you and occasionally kiss the top of your head.
He’d get home from work and notice that you weren’t being your bubbly self. You’d have your earbuds in your ears, and Yoongi could hear the music blasting all the way from the kitchen. He’d stand in the doorway and watch you for awhile until he figured he needed to say something.
“Hey. You okay?” He’d ask, walking over and gently taking one of the earbuds out. You’d sigh and look up at him, concern written all over his face. “I’m just having an off day.” You’d say. He’d take the other earbud out of your ear before sitting down next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders and holding you close to him. “Show me what you’re listening to, hm?”
The two of you would sit there and you’d show him a bunch of songs on your playlist. He even got you to laugh once when one of his songs showed up and he pretended to absolutely hate it. As you were silently listening to one of his songs, he’d lean over and press a long kiss to your lips and then to your forehead.
They didn’t call him Mama Jin for nothing. When he saw you sitting in the loveseat in the corner of the living room, staring out the window, he’d walk over with a cup of hot chocolate and pull you up out of the seat he could sit down. He’d then let you climb into his lap and the two of you would take turns sipping the hot chocolate.
“Just an off day, huh?” He’d ask as you shifted so you were leaning against his chest. His arms would be wrapped around you and you’d interlock your fingers with his. “Yeah. I’m okay though.” You’d say, looking up to kiss his cheek.
Walking in, he’d immediately be engulfed in a hug. You had a rough day, especially because Tae wasn’t there to make you feel better. “Woah, Y/N, you okay?” He’d ask. When you didn’t answer and continued to hug him tightly, he’d sigh and put his stuff down before putting his arms around you and hugging you back.
“Come here,” Taehyung would say, detaching himself from your grip and leading you to the couch, where you’d lay down next to him and be face to face. He’d wrap an arm around you and the other would stroke your face, before he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry you’re having an off day, baby.”
A/N: It’s your time of the month and Tom is planning on coming to see you, even though you told him that he doesn’t have to.
Warning: Fluff, cursing
You woke up this morning with the sun shinning through your curtains. It was a perfect day! You knew that Tom was finishing up his new film and promised that he was going to come over to see you and take you out to dinner. It was around 11:35 when you unlocked your phone.
As you rolled out of bed, your stomach began to cramp causing you to bend over in pain.
“Oh shit,” you swore, noticing spots of blood on your bed sheets.
You rushed to the bathroom to grab some necessities and took some Advil, then returned to your bedroom to take off your bed sheets so you could wash them.
Luckily, you had clean bed sheet in you linen closet that you could put on your bed while your original sheets were being washed.
“Just what I needed,” you mumbled to yourself as you were putting the new sheets onto you bed.
After throwing the dirty sheets into the washer and making your bed, you texted Tom who was most likely still working, “Hey, you don’t have to come over tonight, my stomach hurts.”
As you sent Tom the text, you threw your phone onto your bed and started to draw yourself a warm bath.
Taking warm baths always helped ease your cramping and usually helped you relax. You haven’t been able to see Tom for more than an hour in about two months due to his film and your school work. It stresses you out not being with him because you care for him so much, and you know that if Tom and you were to ever split up, you would be devastated.
The thought of you and him breaking up has been weighing on your mind since you barely get to see each other and the fact that your relationship is only known by a small group of people. As much as you want to tell the world about you and Tom’s relationship, you know that it would be too hard for the both of you.
When your thoughts became overwhelming, you took a deep breath and submerged yourself under the water. Feeling weightless, you cramps slowly subsided and you began to wash your hair and face.
After your bath, you wrapped yourself up in a towel and walked into your bedroom to check your phone. Tom responded, “I want to come over! What’s wrong, love?”
You replied, “…” This was a your way of telling him that you started your period instead of actually telling him because you knew it made him uncomfortable.
Tightening the towel around yourself, you opened your Spotify account and pressed shuffle on one of your playlists. You walked back into your bathroom to grab a pair of pajama pants and a long sleeve tshirt out of the closet. Peaches by In The Valley Below was playing off your phone as you put on your clothes and wrapped your head up in the towel to help dry your hair.
After brushing out your tangled hair, you climbed back into bed and turned on your Apple TV to watch some movies on Netflix. Ella Enchanted was finally on there so you pressed play and bundled yourself up with blankets and pillows.
You felt your eyes grow heavier as your body began to adjust to your comfortable new sheets. Growing sleepier by the minute, your phone began to vibrate causing you to jump. You searched for your phone through the maze of blankets and pillows until you finally found it. The vibrating had stopped.
Missed facetime call from Tommy Boy
You sighed. Fixing your messy hair, you swiped the notification away and called him back.
“Hey darling, I’m sorry you don’t feel well. I just finished things up here and I will be on my way soon. Want me to pick you up anything?” Tom looked so good right now and all you could think about is how you probably looked like a truck had hit you.
“You’re so sweet, but you don’t have to. I am just sitting in bed watching Netflix. You really don’t have to come over, you know? I just want to stay in bed and you should go out and celebrate with your friends tonight.”
Tom shook his head, “(Y/N), I want to be with you tonight. I can celebrate tomorrow. I’m going to the pharmacy to put up a few things anyway, are you sure you don’t want anything?”
“I’m fine. Thank you though,” you said, even though you desperately wanted a chocolate bar and some ice cream. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out tonight? You have worked so hard and you deserve a night out. I won’t be upset if you do.”
“I worked so hard so that I could see you more, silly. Why wouldn’t I want to come see you?” Tom questioned. You could see that he was getting to the back of a car and that made you happy because you knew he was finally on his way to see you.
“I want you to come, but not when I’m like this,” you confessed. You heard another boys voice in the background, “Who’s with you?”
“Harrison. He’s coming over too. Hope that’s ok,” Tom shifted the phone to show Harrison’s face. Harrison is one of the very select few who knew about me and Tom.
“Congrats on not being pregnant,” Harrison joked.
Tom started laughing along with Harrison, you wanted to laugh but your stomach was starting to cramp again so you weren’t in the mood.
“Very funny, Harrison,” you smiled at the boys laughing. “When will you be here?”
“45 minutes probably,” Tom said, running his fingers through his hair.
“Ok! Well, I will be in my room most likely so you can just let yourselves in and just come upstairs.”
“Ok, love. See you in a bit,” Tom smiled before ending the call.
You rested your head against your headboard and continued to watch the movie.
After a while, you heard the front door shut and foot steps marching up the stairs.
“Hey,” you heard Tom whisper, slowly opening the bedroom room. He’s so cute when he’s like this. “I brought you some gelato, some Reeces, some tea, and a cheese burger for ya.”
Tom set the bag of treats on your bedside table, “You know me so well.” You sat up as he leaned in to give you a soft passionate kiss on your lips.
When your lips detached, you bit your lip. You missed him so much and gave him a hug.
Harrison, who sat on the end on the bed let out a slight cough, causing you and Tom to look at him.
“How are you, (Y/N)! Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I know! It’s been a quick minutes hasn’t it?”
Tom walked to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to you, “Got enough blankets?”
“No, I could use a few more,” you smiled, looking at Tom’s sweet face.
“You’re so odd. I’ve missed you.” Tom rolled over closer to me and rested his head on a pillow with one arm behind his neck and the other reaching for my hand.
“Missed you too,” you said, grabbing his hand. Harrison looked back at us and decided to join in on the party.
“What about me?” Harrison pouted, taking off his shoes before body slamming onto Tom.
“I missed you too, Harrison.”
“So, what are we watching?” Tom said, pushing Harrison off of him.
“You can choose. I don’t care,” I said, handing Tom the remote.
“Sons of Anarchy?” Tom grinned.
“If you want,” I shrugged, looking at him.
“I’m not in the mood for that.” Tom was such a bad liar. You knew that was his favorite show and was only saying that so that you wouldn’t have to watch it.
Tom continued searching, “Hmmm… how about we look at Starz? Netflix doesn’t have a good enough selection.”
He scrolled through the options and stopped on Surfs Up, “This used to be my favorite movie! We have to watch it!”
“Sounds good to me,” I agreed.
“Yeah, that’s good,” Harrison said.
As the movie began to start, you reached for you bottle of water and your cheese burger. You were so hungry.
After quickly eating your burger, you reached down to get the heating bad that was next to your bed. You set it on your stomach and turned it on.
“You ok?” Tom questioned.
You readjusted yourself and rested your head onto Tom’s chest. His body heat and the heating pad were perfect. Tom rubbed your back, making you tired. You closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep.
You knew Harrison was already asleep from his heavy breathing.
Tom stopped rubbing your back for a moment, you lifted yourself off of his chest and then rested your head onto the pillow next to his and closed your eyes again. Tom proceeded to turn on Sons of Anarchy and then rested his hand on the sheets the covered your thigh.
You felt his hand drift from the top of the sheets to under the covers and onto your thighs skin. This gave you goosebumps.
“Are you cold,” Tom asked.
You kept your eyes closed and nodded your head.
“How? I’m sweating,” Tom said.
You just shrugged. Tom then moved closer to you and wrapped you in his arms and kissed your forehead.
After a while, Tom assumed you were asleep and sighed before he whisper, “Beautiful.”
You tried to hide your smile and just dug your face into his chest.
“I love you so much,” Tom whispered again.
You lifted your face out from his chest to see Tom’s cheeks red.
“I thought you were asleep,” he confessed.
You just smiled and ignored him, “I love you so much more, Tom.”
You leaned up to kiss Tom. One hand was resting on your back, while the other was on your cheek.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” Tom said, before pressing his lips against yours and holding you close to him. “I want to tell people about us,” Tom said.
“I’ve been thinking about it and I think this will allow us to see each other more. We won’t have to sneak around and plan out when we are going to see each other,” Tom confessed.
“I completely agree, but don’t you think that telling people about us would make things complicated as well?”
“Yeah, but what’s a relationship without complications?”
“We don’t have to if you don’t-”
You interrupted him,“I want to! I really want to!”
Tom smiled before kissing you again. You rested your head back on his chest and wrapped your arms around his body, giving him a slight squeeze.
Before you knew it, you were falling asleep and so was Tom. Harrison on the other hand was waking up and looked back at the both of you together. He smiled and then took a picture of you.
“Precious,” Harrison said, before rolling back over to go back to sleep.