#bc you’re gonna see both of them in quick succession. so make your voices heard people

[moeruhoshi]

Just a short bc @scarletgray9 put bad boy Natsu on my mind again

Lucy squeaked as her foot slipped on the lattice wall, tightening her grip on the squares as she regained her footing.

She held her breath, hoping no one had heard her short, startled outburst. She continued down the vine covered wall, smiling to herself as she made it safely to the ground.

She was able to quickly make her escape, grinning as none of the staff had come out to investigate.

Slipping through the front gate of her property was easy, a gap in the hedges hidden from plain sight.

The chilly night air nipped at her skin as she waited on the sidewalk for her ride, purposely having left her sweater behind.

The gentle hum of a motorcycle engine rounded the corner, Lucy’s heart pounding in her chest as it slowed to a stop.

"Hey, Luce," His gruff voice made her cheeks flush, the sight of him pulling off his helmet enough to make her melt. He put his bike into park before getting off, taking off his leather jacket to wrap around her shoulders.

"Hey, Natsu," Her words came out in a breathy whisper, feeling her vocal chords tighten as he leaned into her.

His hands fell to her hips as they shared a kiss, fingers dipping into her skin. She whined a bit as he pulled away too quickly, his smirk enticing her into wanting more.

"We've got all night," Natsu chuckled, pecking her on the cheek. "Let's get going before it gets any later."

Lucy slipped on the spare helmet he had for her, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as they took off.

She felt most comfortable when on his bike, feeling the vibration of his driving and the warmth that radiated from his back.

Lucy closed her eyes, soaking in the silence of their long drive.

They always drove a ways away from town, not wanting to be caught by any prying eyes.

After all, she was the only daughter of one of the most successful business men in town. And Natsu was the third son of the most famous mafia boss in Fiore.

Her father had caught them together before, as Natsu used to sneak into her bedroom all the time. She was forbidden from ever seeing him again, let alone think about thinking about him.

But there was no stopping true love, both refusing to even fathom the thought of leaving each other.

So Natsu picked her up almost every night of the week, taking her to what became their most favorite date spot.

It was on a series of hills a handful miles away from the closest house or storefront. The next town over was Akane Beach, but it was at least fifty miles away. The blank patch of nature left itself to become the perfect stargazing meadow.

They always walked up to the highest hill, laid out a blanket, and ate the snacks that Natsu brought along.

"Your rice balls are always so good," She sighed happily as she bit down on the pointy mount, leaning her head against Natsu’s shoulder.

"Thanks," He hummed, laying them down, pointing up at the constellation above them. "That's Lyra, right?"

"And Hercules right above her," Lucy nodded, laughing as he whooped.

"I'm gettin' better at recognizing them," He grinned, stuffing a rice ball into his mouth. "There's Deneb too!"

She giggled, having missed his sweet childish behavior. It upset her that no one was able to see what a good heart he had, even if he was a part of the mafia. She wanted her father to understand that, but there was no way he'd accept anyone he didn't pick himself.

"You're so cute," She mumbled, finishing the last bite of her food. "I missed you,"

"I missed you too, Luce," Natsu said, making her laugh again as he rolled over her, his spiky hair gravitating downwards. "I'm sorry it took so long for me to come home. I hate it when the family has to get together,"

"But it was nice seeing your brothers, I hope? I know you missed Zeref, are he and Mavis doing okay?"

"They're just fine," He pouted, dropping himself slightly to nuzzle his nose against her cheek. "I don't wanna talk about them right now, there's somethin' more important we hafta discuss,"

"And what would that be?" Her heart began to pound slightly as his serious eyes glazed over his face.

"I saw you on the news," She squeaked as his hand began to make its way under her shirt. "And that freak Sting was kissin' your hand, holdin' your hip,"

"Does it make you feel better if I tell you that I slapped him later when he tried to make a move on me?" Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as he growled against her throat, lifting her shirt to expose her bra-clad self.

"Kinda," He chuckled, moving his mouth to caress the space between her breasts. "But until I beat the bastard up myself, I'm not gonna feel very good,"

"Can I watch?" Lucy smirked as he smothered her with a sudden kiss, groaning as he pulled off his shirt.

"You're so fucking hot," She laughed as he returned to her chest, snapping the front clasp of her bra. Her fingers threaded through his hair as the chilly night air made her nipples stand on end, Natsu’s tongue licking over the pair.

She admired the dragon tattoo that wrapped around his chest and shoulder, the black and red ink glaring warmth at her.

He sat up, wiping the drool from the corner of his lip. He looked over her disheveled appearance and rosy cheeks, grinning at the quick mess he made.

"You're real pretty all wrapped up in my jacket like that," Natsu grunted as he tugged on her jeans, pulling them down and off. Lucy flushed as he spread her legs, eyeing the wetness that had already gathered. "And all sexy getting wet like this. You pent up, baby?"

"That one phone call we had wasn't enough to get me through the week," She playfully frowned as he tugged on the lace material; grinning as it was the pair he bought her.

"I'm gonna wanna take you right here right now," He groaned, Lucy rifling through the pocket of his jacket.

"You brought enough for us to be sloppy," The lust felt heavy in her breath as she held up the few condoms he always had on him. "I'd really like it if we started out rough,"

[louiseleblancdiggory]

Trick, treats, bets

31 Days of Spooktober

Day 11/31

Prompt: “Scaring the kids? You already do that without a mask” brycehunt pls (i'm asking this one bc of you)

Bryce both loved and hated Halloween.

She loved the costumes, the whole spooky vibes. The candy promotions were amazing, and the Devil’s Night parties were even better. But she also hated the—

Her thoughts were interrupted by the thing the hated the most. Bryce grunted, getting up and grabbing the bag of candy sitting by her side. It’s not that she hated the kids that came to her apartment for candy, she herself had done it throughout her childhood and adolescence, she just hated needing to get up all the goddamn time unless she wanted spray paint on her door or toilet paper glued to it.

She thought about leaving a bowl outside and letting the kids grab it, but it always ended up with a single boy taking the whole thing, not only making Bryce need to get up all the time during the night nonetheless, but it also forced her to buy a new bowl on the following day.

Plastering a smile on her face, Bryce opened the door, looking at the pack of children in front of her.

“Trick-or-treats!” They all said in unison, some voices muffled by their masks. Bryce’s smile turned genuine, and she started handing out the candy. As they received their candies, the kids said a quick thanks, moving to the other apartment across the hall.

Bryce prayed that he wasn’t at home, that he, like any other adult, had gone to some Halloween party. She had planned on, but her shift started so early on the following morning that she just gave up the idea, celebrating only Devil’s Night. Unfortunately, her prayers were not heard because a second later, the red door across from hers opened, a gigantic figure taking up all the threshold space. He was in his usual black pants and black shirt, a Scream mask covering his face.

Upon seeing the mask, some kids screamed, some kids laughed and most did both. They repeated the same phrase they had said moments ago to her, and so he started handing out candy.

Incapable of holding herself back, Bryce smirked ironically, leaning against her door frame. “Scaring the kids? You already do that without a mask, Hunt.”

As he always did when Bryce teased him, Hunt’s head snapped up, and she could almost see his eyes narrowing under the Scream mask.

The thing about her neighbor was plain and simple.

She fucking despised him.

Always had, even though Danika would usually point out that it was only Bryce’s stubbornness talking too loudly. Her roommate actually liked their neighbor, and that sometimes meant that Bryce had to arrive to see Hunt and Dani talking on the hallway as if they were friends. Bryce supposed they were, but she’d never admit that her best friend was friends with him.

Dani hadn’t been there when Bryce first moved their shit in. She had been traveling with her excuse of a mother to visit her sick grandpa, and so Bryce got the responsibility to move everything in before the end of summer. She hadn’t mind, not really. It wasn’t like Danika owned tons of shit, and most of the boxes were Bryce’s anyways.

And that’s when she had met Hunt.

For her whole life, Bryce had been told she was the biggest pain in the ass anyone could meet. The people saying that obviously hadn’t met Hunt Athalar.

The guy had bothered her every fucking day for a whole month. Every time a different complaint, every time just as annoying. She was being too loud, she was coming in too late and slamming the from door, her music was shit, she had to shut her dog up… Bryce wondered if Hunt made a fucking mental list every weekend regarding what he was going to complain about that week.

In the beginning she tried to be nice, tried to be polite to her neighbor but after two weeks she was just so fed up, that when Hunt complained about her coming back home so late, she just snapped.

“Well, you fucking prick, I come home late because I have a social life. Differently from you, apparently, who spends his day planning what’s he’s going to complain about next.” Bryce said, her drunken voice loud in the corridor. Hunt was standing at the door, eyes narrowed at her. “Actually, I can understand why you do that. Why you don’t have a fucking social life. It’s because you’re fucking insufferable! Going out with you must be the worst fucking torture ever.”

After that, she had slammed the door and prayed to the gods that the outburst would finally make him stop bothering her.

It didn’t.

When Dani came home, however, things got better. For some reason, Hunt seemed to like her better than he liked Bryce. If it depended on her, Danika wouldn’t even talk to that asshole, but since talking to her roommate apparently made him more friendly, Bryce never complained.

Hunt raised his mask from his face, giving Bryce a sarcastic smile. “Quinlan, always a fucking pleasure hearing your voice.”

“There are kids present.”

Hunt rolled his eyes, giving out candy to the last kids. “Cussing makes me look cooler than you to them.”

Some kids giggled, and Bryce tried— she really did try— to keep her mouth shut. “Don’t kids adore clowns?”

Despite the fact that Bryce felt as if she was back at fourth grade after that one, she felt somewhat smug.

Hunt let out a single laugh, still sarcastically smiling down at Bryce from across the hall. “I’m still the preferred one.”

“No, you’re not.”

As the kids left, Bryce knew she should go back to her apartment and hope she wouldn’t need to see Hunt’s face again for the rest of the night, but he kept standing there, and she didn’t want to be the first one to back down.

Hunt managed to bring out the very childish side of her. It was just wonderful.

“Why don’t we bet, then?” He asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Bryce narrowed her eyes, looking him up and down for no reason at all other than attempting to unnerve him. Judging from his impatient look when her eyes raised back to his face, her attempt was successful.

“I honestly would rather put toothpicks under my nails and then hit them against a wall.”

“So dramatic.” His smile widened. “But it’s ok that you don’t want. I’d be scared too.”

Oldest fucking trick on the book. Stupidest one too.

And she fell right into it.

Bryce grunted her jaw. “What fucking bet?”

“I think the kids would prefer me over you. You think the opposite.” He explained, gesturing to the middle of the corridor. “We put a box there asking them to write the number of the best house. Whoever wins gets a favor from the loser.”

Bryce scoffed, shaking her head. “As if I’d put the risk of having to owe you a favor in the hands of a bunch of ten years-olds.”

“Shouldn’t worry if you think you’re gonna win.”

Bryce bit the inside of her cheeks, looking Hunt up and down again. She knew it was a terrible bet, and she definitely did not want to owe him anything if she lost. Bryce didn’t even care about what the kids thought of her, she just didn’t want Hunt to be all smug and feeling superior.

“Fucking shit.” She murmured, rubbing her eyes. “Put the fucking box in the middle of the hallway and at midnight we count.”

And what was supposed to be a calm night— sometimes annoying— of just handing out candy, became a kissing-the-ass-of-a-bunch-of-kids night. Bryce was extra nice to all the kids, but she never asked them to vote for her house. She didn’t even knew if they were actually doing it, but she felt like asking for votes felt a little too much.

She handed out more candy to each one as she had previously expected, complimented costumes and even made small talk to the older trick-or-treaters, but beyond that she just acted normal.

As midnight approached, though, she started to wish that she had asked for those votes. The perspective of being in debt with the person she most fucking despised was terrifying, and she knew that if she lost, Hunt would definitely pick something to make her miserable.

Although she’d never admit it, she was anxiously waiting by the door for ten minutes already when the clock chimed midnight. Both she and Hunt opened the door at the same time, both looking at each other for a quick second before rushing to the box in the middle of the hallway. For the first time since she had met him, Bryce didn’t insult, scowl or even talked to Hunt. They just sat in silence on the floor and started to count.

Surprisingly, it looked like all the kids had found the question interesting enough because there were at least sixty paper votes inside the box. Half to her content, half to her worry, she and Hunt were pretty tied.

Hunt smiled, shaking the box. “Last vote, Quinlan.”

Bryce was staring at that box as if it held the answers to all of her problems. They were currently 34-34, and whoever got that vote won.

For the seconds it took Hunt to take the paper out of the box, Bryce’s heart was basically galloping inside her chest.

And when he smiled, her heart dropped.

Before he even placed the paper down on his pile, Bryce was already resting her head against the wall, groaning and cursing the children.

“Fuck no. No, no, no. Fuck, fuck no.” She groaned, shaking her head as she looked up to the ceiling.

“Don’t be a sore loser, Quinlan.” Hunt said, and although Bryce wasn’t looking at him, she knew he was smiling.

“Go choke on a dick, asshole.”

Hunt’s rich laughs reverberated through the corridor, and Bryce groaned one more time.

“The way I’m feeling right now.” Hunt gloated, only half speaking to her.

Bryce snapped her face back to him, eyes opening. She made a face, showing him the middle finger. “Why don’t you just ask your fucking favor and leave me alone?”

Hunt’s smile was nothing short of scary, and Bryce was already bracing herself for his next words. “Remember two weeks after you moved in?”

Bryce’s nervousness was substituted for confusion, and a crease created in between her eyebrows. “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

Hunt’s smile grew. “Remember what you said?”

Bryce simply narrowed her eyes.

“That going out with me would be, and I quote, the worst fucking torture ever?” Hunt’s voice was sweet, smile enormous, and it took Bryce only a second to understand.

“Oh, fuck you.” She said, jaw falling. Bryce knew Hunt had no interest in her, he just wanted to antagonize her life. “Fuck you, you fucking fuck.”

Hunt laughed again, throwing his head back. Bryce crossed her arms, head shaking as she still had her jaw somewhat dropped.

“Really? You can ask for anything and you decide to chose something stupid just to annoy me?”

Hunt was too busy laughing to respond to her, and Bryce got up, scowling down at him.

“I’m gonna make you wish you’d never been born during the three hours I’m out with you.”

Hunt controlled his laughter, looking up at her. “Wouldn’t expect anything else from you.”

Bryce opened her mouth, but no words came out. Instead, she just turned on her heels, walking up to her apartment and slamming the door without looking back at Hunt.

She decided, in that moment, that she actually fucking hated Halloween.

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A/N: Getting sick when you’re doing a challenge is the biggest bitch ever. I’m hopeful I’ll finish before Halloween but who knows? This is quick and the first time I write Brycehunt, so new waters for me. Hope you enjoyed!

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This isn't beta'd, but I think I've caught most of the typos/errors as I've gone over formatting. I will gladly welcome constructive criticism bc I know I still have room to improve!

Summary: Reader has a bad day, the boys help cheer her up

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Everything that could go wrong seemed to have done so on a particularly dreary skied Friday. You had overslept and been unable to make your usual coffee stop, having to settle for the weak brew used in your office. Your bike was stolen sometime overnight, as it was there when you went to bed but not when you woke, so you ended up being late to work. Your boss was breathing down your neck practically all day, leaving you to fix any errors from the others on your floor, so much so you had to work through lunch. The vending machine in the break room on your floor ate your first attempt at getting a quick snack so you settled for something else, not having enough change to try for it again. You ended up working late and were initially relieved to be able to head home, but that feeling left when you caught sight of the weather. It was raining, you didn't even have an umbrella, and the sky didn't hint at it letting up any time soon.

You were drenched by the time you got home, no other shoes by the door meaning you were the first one home for the night. It wasn't unusual, but because of your sour mood and the way your day had gone, it just hit differently and you weren't able to stop the tears. When your boyfriend got home a while later, he found you slumped safely against the side of the bath, your head nowhere near the water. He didn't think too much of it until he crouched down and saw the dried tear tracks on your cheeks. He let you stay asleep until he had everything set up.

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↠ Kim Namjoon ↞

➸ This boy knows exactly what calms you down, hands down, no questions asked

➸ he sets out some pjs, making sure to choose the shirt of his you loved to wear the most and cozy bottoms

➸ he lights a couple candles by the head of your shared bed, one on each side and your favorite scent

➸ from there he grabs the latest book he had been reading aloud to you in what downtime was shared, setting it by the bed along with some water

➸ the final thing he does is bring in a small selection of cut up fruit (this was done by you the prior evening, he's learning slowly) so you can have a healthy snack before sleeping

➸ once everything is placed to his liking, with the blankets pulled back just so to bundle you up in his arms with, the lamp on his nightstand on low so he'd have reading light but not bright enough to bother you, he goes back to the bathroom and gently wakes you

➸ having know him so long, you trust him to take care of you while so out of it, and he does

➸ he pulls you up, wraps a towel around your body, and helps you out before taking a smaller towel to dry your hair before moving on you lovingly dry you off

➸ as soon as you're dried off, he makes sure you're dressed and ushers you into bed, coming around the other side, pulling you into his side once settled

➸ you curl up, the bowl of fruit settled on his stomach with the way he was reclined, and once the blankets were settled over you he was opening the book to pick up where he left off

➸ his gentle tone washed over you as you snacked on the fruit until you could no longer keep your eyes open, your hand still in the fruit bowl when he noticed you were out, the furrow that was there in between your brows earlier was finally gone

➸ over your weekend, he makes it all about you, taking you to the museums you hadn't been to see yet, swinging by your favorite sweets shop, heading to the park, anything he could think of to make your smile return

↠ Kim Seokjin ↞

➸ he actually takes his time in figuring out what to do for you, letting you sleep more the longer he waffles between choices

➸ ends up getting the prep for making dinner done and pulling out the pjs he likes on you best, one of a matching set that was just like his, except yours was a shorts set while his was pants

➸ his motions to wake you up come easily after so many years of catching you asleep in places you probably shouldn't have been asleep at; a bath, a hot tub, a bench in the park, over dinner at a restaurant - so it's not long before he's got you awake and out of the water

➸ the towel he chooses for helping you dry off is one of the fluffiest owned, knowing you loved it the most, and he left you to get dressed with a "I'm gonna go start dinner"

➸ the request to join him was unspoken but you recognized it for what it was, immediately following him as soon as you were done, damp hair pulled up messily

➸ he's definitely the cook between the two of you, but he absolutely loves it when you help him, but not tonight

➸ nope, he makes sure to tell you to stay seated when you finally join him in the kitchen, having set aside a small snack and some wine for you to sip on as he progresses

➸ the rhythmic sound of him cutting the last of the veggies sort of lulls you into a sleepy, half conscious state where you lounge partly in thanks to the wine, until true to form, Jin starts cracking his favorite dad jokes

➸ you start laughing before you even completely catch what he's said because he always knows what you need to hear to finally relax and let go

➸ the laughter is definitely what you've needed, other than his love and affection, which he showers you with when he can afford to leave the food for long enough

➸ you guys spend a lot of quality time cooking together over the weekend, switching between full meals, snacks, and desserts, with a couple grocery trips in between and you come out of it with one successful attempt at making one of your favorite meals

↠ Min Yoongi ↞

➸ he knows it's been a tiring day for you, it's not very often you give in to your tears, but something obviously pushed that button and it made his heart hurt for you

➸ he pulled out a change of clothes, your favorite pair of sweats and one of his hoodies being the main pieces, knowing you'd be more comfortable in them

➸ instead of waking you as soon as he wanted, it was always nice to spend time with you no matter what you ended up doing, but he made sure to grab one of your bags and pack some snacks and drinks

➸ it gets placed on the couch with a folded up blanket and your favorite stuffed animal, it had been a gift from him early on in your relationship and no matter how many times he offered to buy you a new one to replace it, you kept turning him down, always smiling softly, fondly, at the ratty stuffed animal when doing so

➸ he rouses you from your impromptu nap and hands you the towel to dry off while he hurries back into the bedroom, throwing a pair of fuzzy slipper socks onto the bed to complete your outfit

➸ you shuffle out, half asleep still, and don't question anything until you've got everything but the socks on, getting a vague "you'll see when we get there" in response

➸ held your hand as he led you to his studio, a place you'd been in previously but only for short bursts at a time, never more than a few minutes tops, but more in respect for him and his workplace

➸ he had you settle down onto the plush couch in the studio, disappearing and reappearing with the items from earlier

➸ the snack bag gets set on the floor by the couch within arms reach, the stuffed animal tucked into your hold and the blanket draped over your form

➸ its quiet for a bit, only the sound of your breathing being heard over the sound of the ac in there along with his equipment as he got to work, but once the process starts, he tosses you a set of headphones and motions for you to put them on

➸"I figured you'd wanna give me feedback before I bring this to the guys" his tone is a bit rough, but it's also warm and soft in just the right places to melt your heart as you slide the headphones on

➸ you end up falling asleep curled up in the corner of the couch, one arm holding your head up and the other clutching the plushie to your chest, the blanket pooled in your lap, headphones over your ears until Yoongi comes to carefully remove them to let you rest peacefully

➸ you both end up spending the majority of your time in that room, having moved on from the track he had been making for an upcoming album to one more based on you and his love for you

↠ Jung Hoseok  ↞

➸ he tuts quietly under his breath at the sight of you but swiftly exits the bathroom, going straight to pick you out something to wear, he had an idea on how to cheer you up and it was either going to make you happy or it was going to worsen your mood...

➸ he was ready to find out which, banking on your usual enthusiasm to help elevate it, so he pulled out a pair of leggings and one of his plain shirts for you to change into once awake

➸ as soon as that was done, he hurried to the kitchen, setting aside a couple of your favorite snacks to bring with, along with a couple bottles of water

➸ provisions secure, he heads back to the bathroom and leans over, hand going to your should to gently shake you awake “c’mon, princess, wakey wakey” he coos lovingly

➸ seconds later, as soon as his touch and voice register, your eyes are opening and you’re struggling to make your limbs function properly to help you up, but no worries there bc Hobi is there, hands firmly but gently grasping your arms to help pull you up but not tight enough to leave any red marks

➸ he shoots you a teasing smile at your questioning look but darts out of the room after tossing a towel your way, saying something about needing to finish getting ready and to meet him at the front door

➸ you’re confused, but you know better than to question the sunshine in your life, so you dry off and get dressed, lips downturned as you stared at the clothes as if they would answer your question before pulling them on

➸ meeting him at the door, you’re surprised when there’s a bag slung over his shoulder, but you shrug your curiosity away, knowing he won’t answer until he wants to

➸ you follow him down the street, sticking to the more shadowed paths to keep from being recognized, and you start to get an inkling of where he’s taking you

➸ he ends up taking you to your favorite lookout point that’s within walking distance, the bag containing a blanket that gets spread out and the snacks that get laid out on the blanket

➸ star gazing and having a mini picnic does do wonders for improving your day, especially when he allows you to lay your head in his lap to stare up at the sky, giving him the perfection place to watch from as your eyes drift shut

➸  he lets you sleep a while longer before he rouses you again and packs everything up, he shoulders the bag again and then scoops you up, instructing you to go back to sleep

➸ you spend the next couple days off taking it easy with him, watching movies and dancing along to the songs on the radio like a bunch of dorks, knowing that seeing you act like an idiot without a care in the world was one of the best ways to show that you’d be okay

↠ Park Jimin ↞

➸ like everyone else, he sets out a set of pjs, sleep shorts and a tank top, and starts gathering the rest of the stuff needed for his plan

➸ soon some snacks are amassed on the coffee table and one of your favorite soft blankets is placed on the couch, a pillow reclined against the arm for back support

➸ the finishing touch is your favorite calming tea gets brewed and set down by the snacks before he even considers going back to wake you

➸ he crouches down and ghosts his fingers across you cheek, the touch barely there and just enough to make your nose scrunch up a bit, making him let out a quiet laugh, unable to contain himself bc he loves the nose scrunch you do that much

➸ his fingers retract their tracks, but this time with a bit more firmness, stopping to cup your cheek in his hand, his other hand coming up to brush some wayward locks out of your face

➸ "jagi, wake up," he sing songs softly, pressing a quick kiss to your now exposed forehead

➸ your eyes slowly open and despite the tired, grating feeling from having cried so much, you smiled sleepily at him, getting an almost blinding smile in return

➸ he helps you up and helps you dry off while you tend to your hair, the process pretty mundane but something that you wouldn't change for anything

➸ while you get dressed, adding a pair of socks to keep your feet warm, he disappears from the bedroom and you find him minutes later in the living room

➸ he's setting a lighter down, having just lit an incense stick on the table, and then he's beckoning you closer "c'mere, c'mere!" He's so excited you can't help but smile and laugh a little, obeying his command

➸ he sprawls out on his back on the couch and pats his chest invitingly, so you take the invitation and lay down atop him, resting your ear on his chest to listen to his heartbeat

➸ the blanket gets pulled across you, one hand resting on the small of your back in a comforting manner as his other hand feeds you small snacks until you fall asleep in the middle of the latest drama episode you had been wanting to watch with three soft notes of your favorite song being quietly sung to you

➸ your weekend is spent getting spoiled by Jimin, you get to take it easy while he dotes on you and he even makes sure to book your dream course at a spa you had been wanting to visit to make sure you had ample time and opportunity to relax

↠ Kim Taehyung ↞

➸ he sighs as he carefully brushes your hair out of your face, frowning a little, knowing your day had had to have been rough for you to have cried like that

➸ it doesn’t take him long to figure out what he wants to do to help lift your mood, he doesn’t like seeing you like this and will do anything he possibly can to improve your spirits; if you’re not happy, he’s not happy

➸ ofc this would happen when you guys don’t have Yeontan, him staying with Taehyung’s mother, bc nothing cheers you up like being smother with dog kisses, so he’s left using a backup plan he had been saving for a rainy day...like well, today

➸ he gets the studio prepped for you both, including cracking open one of the windows and lighting one of your aromatherapy candles, gets the paints all set out, the canvases set up on the easels and stools for you both

➸ he’s gentle in his approach to wake you, pressing a loving kiss to your cheek and then your forehead, gently nosing your temple to finally bring you to consciousness

➸ you’re rewarded with a bright, boxy smile when your eyes crack open to glance up at him with a tired but inquisitive grunt in greeting, your eyes falling shut again seconds later

➸ “cmooonnn, up and at ‘em” he rouses you, his smile turning playful as he tugs you up to your feet and helps you out of the tub before wrapping a towel around you and helping you dry off

➸ you’re done in record time with the assistance from Taehyung, who’s still smiling, and he leaves you in the bedroom after telling you to get dressed, but doesn’t answer when you ask what the occasion is

➸  you wind up wearing plaid pj pants and a faded crop top, going for something comfortable in the hopes that you wouldn’t actually be leaving your home for this adventure he had planned

➸ after you’re dressed and your hair is thrown up in a messy ponytail, you leave the bedroom to find where your boyfriend has gone and you wind up following the sound of upbeat music to his studio

➸ you’ve been in there before but you never linger, knowing it was a creative space for Tae and not wanting to risk tainting that since you loved his art so much when he indulged, so you take tenatitive steps in, only to let out a surprised sound when arms wrapped around your waist from behind, swinging you around

➸ he sets you back down on your feet by one of the stools, motioning for you to sit as he goes over to the other one “I know painting can be relaxing, so I figured...why not paint from your heart tonight?” he says softly, slowly, almost a bit awkwardly as he fights not to trip over his words

➸ you spend the night, and part of the following morning, painting to your heart’s desire with what was provided, ending up with an abstract, colorful mess that Taehyung met with such enthusiasm, gushing about how amazing it was and how he insisted they hang it by the front door

➸ since he took the time to help you embrace his love for painting, you took time over the remainder of the weekend helping him grasp the basics of one of the crafts you loved to do in spare time

↠ Jeon Jungkook  ↞

➸ he’s honestly not quite sure what to do to help you, he’s not ever seen you this upset before... yeah, he’s seen you cry, but never to the point of exhaustion like this

➸  that was the only reason you would’ve fallen asleep in the tub like that, especially with the tear tracks, but he was torn between checking in on you and wanting to destroy whatever it was that had knocked you down so low

➸ he knew from experience that when it got dark and bad mentally, it could be hard to bounce back, but he also knew that he would do whatever he could, so he stayed where he was, leaned up against the door frame as he looked you over  

➸ any normal fixes for a regular sad day wouldn’t be quite enough, he was sure of that

➸ by the time the cooling water woke you, Jungkook was no closer to a decision than he had been in the beginning, so when you finally opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was the deer in the headlights look that was plastered on his face  

➸ you couldn’t help but let out a small, quiet laugh and push yourself up, reaching out to balance yourself on him when he hurried over to make sure you wouldn’t lose your footing and slip

➸ the tension bled out of his figure immediately after your little laugh, it was a sign that there he shouldn’t panic and just go back to normal, so he wrapped a towel around you before pulling you in for a hug, a kiss getting pressed to the top of your head

➸ “hungry?” he asks as he steps back, hands sliding down your shoulders to your arms and finally stopping on your hands, giving them a squeeze and you think for a moment before nodding so he excuses himself to go make some ramen for a quick snack

➸ as he starts boiling the water for the ramen, he realizes what could be done as a distraction and impatiently waits for the water to boil and the noodles to cook before he’s hurrying down the hall to his office where his computer is

➸ a while back, you mentioned being curious what goes into making a GCF behind the scenes once he had obtained all the footage he wanted to use in it, so he planned to spend the weekend showing you....

➸ and that he did! at any point during the process, if you had a question, he’d stop and take the time to address it, explaining the reasoning behind why he was doing this versus that or even taking the time to show you what it would look like if done even the slightest bit of rushing so that everything was just slightly off so you came away with new found respect for his GCF’s, not that you hadn’t ever respected them...you now knew first hand what it took to make one

[peachwizard]

You’re Not Dad

A/N: Not that anyone cares I’ve been hella busy and haven’t had time to literally write anything and I still really don’t, but I’m going to anyways bc I have some inspiration. Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated(:

Characters: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, overprotective Dean, mention of death, yelling, very close relationship b/w Dean and reader? let me know if I missed anything

Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl because I think she might be interested and I really love and look up to her as a writer. I hope you don’t mind.

You loved your brothers more than anything in the world. I mean, you were practically raised by them. John was never around, your mom was just some quick fuck that John had on a hunt. As soon as demons got word that John Winchester knocked up some chick and he had another child, they came and killed your mother when you were only a few months old. Thankfully, your mom got John on the phone as they were trying to get in and he was in town so he saved you. Not your mom though. Dean had been 16 at the time, Sam was 12. You were by far the baby of the family and Sam and Dean made it their mission to protect you from everything. And when I say everything, I mean literally everything. You were never even supposed to have been born. But nevertheless, here you were seventeen years later, alive and kicking, living in the bunker with Sam and Dean, the two best brothers in the entire world.

“Y/N/N!” Dean shouted, “Sammy and I are headed out on another hunt! We should be back in three days!”

As soon as you heard the word hunt you came sprinting down the hallway from your room with your bag packed and in hand. When you stopped in front of Dean you had a bright smile on your face, but he just gave you a questioning look. “What are you doing?” he asked, but he already knew.

“I am all packed and ready to go!” 

“No... you aren’t. Because you aren’t coming.”

“Awwww come on Dean! Please! I have been training so hard! I run with Sam every morning! I think it’s about time for me to go on my first hunt!”

His face got very hard, “Nope. No way. Not gonna happen. Go back to your room, I’m gonna lock the door, then I’ll call Cas and have him let you out in an hour.”

“What?! No! Dean! Please! I’m ready! Plus every time Cas babysits he makes me watch the same bee documentary over and over again!”

You both had a silent stare down, and after what felt like an eternity, you both yelled out for Sam. “SAM!!!!”

He came running in, frantic, like someone was in danger, “What? What’s wrong? Y/N? Are you okay?” He immediately started looking over you like you had some hidden injury he couldn’t see.

You pushed him off, “I’m fine, Sammy. Dean just won’t let me go on this hunt.”

Sam looked over at Dean with a questioning look, and then his expression changed like he was agreeing with you. Dean quickly spoke up against this, “No. No, no, no, no, no. Sam I called you in here to help me, not to allow my baby sister on this hunt. Besides, she has school! You care about her education!”

“I’m on spring break dumbass!”

Sam intervened before you both started going at it again, “Dean, don’t you think it’s about time we let her come? We had been hunting way before her anyways. If we keep telling her no, there is going to be backlash, and she might just go out on her own without us, without any back up. At least this way we know she is safe with us.”

You squealed and hugged Sam. “Thank you thank you thank you! I’ll go help pack the car!” You took off towards the garage with your bag, but once you got to the door you turned around, ran back to grab both Sam and Dean’s bags, too, and took off again.

Once the boys where sure you were gone, Dean looked at Sam like he was imagining his murder. “How the hell could you do this? What if something happens to her? Are you insane? Do you even care about her?”

Sam rolled his eyes and gave Dean his infamous bitch face, “Dean, it’s just a small vamp nest. She will be fine. She knows what she is doing.”

Dean took a step closer to Sam and narrowed his eyes, “If something happens to her because of this I will kill you.” Dean turned and walked away while Sam stood there in shock for an extra moment. If you ended up with any injuries, Sam was sure Dean was actually going to kill him.

After the hunt, which turned out to be a giant vamp nest instead of what the boys originally thought was a small one, you all returned to the motel. The hunt was successful in your eyes, all the vamps were dead, but to Dean this hunt was one of the biggest failures of his life. The atmosphere was tense, and you were terrified. Once the impala stopped, you hauled ass into the motel room to try to get in the shower to avoid Dean, but it didn’t work. He came storming through the door, grabbed your arm, and sat you on the edge of bed. Sam came in after, quietly closed the door and sat at the small table, watching what was about to happen only to make sure Dean didn’t take things too far.

You kept your eyes trained on the floor as Dean paced back and forth in front of you for a good five minutes before he stopped and spoke in a deadly calm voice, “Look at me.” You refused to meet his eyes and could feel tears building up in the back of yours. His voice suddenly became giant and booming like thunder, “I said LOOK AT ME Y/N Y/M/N WINCHESTER.”

You reluctantly looked up at him, and oh god, you wish you wouldn’t have, his entire body was fuming, you thought he was going to explode from rage. His voice returned to the deadly calm it was before, “What the hell were you thinking?” You refused to answer, so he spoke again, “Let me try this only one more time. What. The. Fuck. Were. You. Thinking.”

Sam decided to cut in, “Dean -”

“Shut up, Sam! You aren’t involved in this.” Sam looked like he wanted to argue, but held his tongue.

“Y/N.” Dean repeated, he looked at you expectantly.

You gulped and started to speak softly, fighting back tears, “I..I..I was think-thinking.... that... that,” you quickly reached up to wipe at your eye to prevent the tear that was about to escape from falling, “I was thinking that.... that... you were about to die.... so.. I... I.... I.... was gonna save you....”

You had a nasty gash on the side of your arm, but that would have been Dean’s chest if you hadn’t jumped in front of him to stop that vamp. 

Dean laughed a laugh you hadn’t ever heard before, and you were terrified. “You thought that you dying was a better option than me dying?” He laughed again.

“Yes.”

“Yes sir.” He snapped back at you.

That brought the tears you had been so vigorously fighting, you let out an awful sob. You started to violently shake your head. “No,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry, what was that Y/N?”

You kept crying and shaking your head ignoring Dean.

“Y/N!” He shouted in his loud booming voice that sounded so much like your dad that it made you flinch, “You speak when you are spoken to. Do you understand me?”

You kept shaking your head, and then said in a quiet voice, “No... You’re not dad.... You’re not dad.... You’re not my dad.” You said it like you were trying to convince yourself.

Dean laughed that menacing laugh again, “The hell I’m not,” he started to raise his voice as he spoke, “What really is a dad Y/N? What does that word mean? Who raised you? Who made sure you were always fed? Who took care of you when you were sick? Who took you and picked you up from school? Who taught you right from wrong? Who taught you-”

“ENOUGH!” Sam hollered. “Dean, what the hell is wrong with you? You’re her older brother. Not her dad, not our dad. Dean. You’re not dad.” Dean looked like he wanted to respond, but Sam gave him a soft look and glanced over to where you were violently sobbing making Dean really look at you, “You don’t want to be dad.”

Dean’s face softened a little as he looked at you. Sam approached you and he touched your shoulder softly. You flinched away, but as soon as you looked up and saw it was Sam you threw yourself into his arms and started crying harder if that was even possible. He held you tight and started stroking your hair, “It’s okay, Y/N/N. You’re okay. I’m here.” You stayed like that for who knows how long before Sam suggested you go take a shower, so you did just that.

Once you were gone, Sam and Dean sat down at the table. Dean was nursing a beer and Sam was glaring at him. “What the hell is wrong with you Dean?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Sammy.”

Sam gave shot Dean his bitch face, “Get the fuck over yourself, Dean. What the hell was that? Yelling at her like that? You know how hard dad always was on her, and then to compare yourself to him? What the fuck man?”

Dean just kept his stare on the table, so Sam continued, “You know how she looks at you, Dean. You know you are her hero. Her entire goddamn world. The man who is always going to be there to love her and protect her and take care of her. You know she thinks of you as her dad. Her real dad. God knows our real dad was never there for her except to scream at her, and then to rub it in her face like that? To make her feel shit about it? To compare the man she sees as her father with her actual one? You seriously fucked up. And I don’t know how you are going to get out of this one.” 

Dean still kept looking at that same spot on the table and Sam knew he wasn’t going to respond. When they heard the shower turn off Sam got up and grabbed the keys. “I’m going out to get dinner. This better be fixed by the time I get back.”

You stood in the bathroom for an extra five minutes, dreading going back out into the room with Dean. You heard Sam’s footsteps go out the door followed by the impala’s engine, so you knew that you two were alone. And you were terrified. You finally gathered up the courage and walked out of the bathroom, putting your dirty clothes into your duffel. Dean was still sitting at the kitchen table with the same beer in his hand, left untouched since Sam started talking to him.

“Hey princess,” Dean softly spoke up once he heard you finish shuffling around in your bag, “Would you come sit here for a second? Talk to me? ...... Only if you want to.. of course.”

You debated for a second before slowly walking over and pulling out the chair across from him and sat down. You already felt tears coming on again, why were you so weak? Dea- dad. Dad. Dad. Dad would be pissed at you right now for crying. Not Dean. Dean says it’s okay to cry. Dean says it’s okay to express how you are feeling. The problem was you didn’t know who was across from you at that moment.

Dean looked at you and saw you were avoiding his eyes, “Could you look at me? Please baby?”

You reluctantly looked up at him, and knew he could tell you were on the verge of crying, you could tell he was too. No one else would be able to tell though, except for maybe Sam. He gave you a soft smile, you both were looking right into each others’ eyes, “Hey baby....” he started, but you immediately started sobbing. He rushed to push his chair out  and open his arms, and as soon as he was free from under the table you got up and ran to sit in his lap and cuddle with him, just like when you were little. He quietly shushed you. He started rocking you and stroking your back, “It’s okay sweetheart. You’re okay. I’m right here baby girl. I’m right here. I’m so sorry for yelling at you like that, baby. I’m so so so sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

He kept on going on and on, and you could tell that he was crying now too. You looked up from where you had your face buried in his neck and wiped his eyes. He grabbed your hands and kissed them. “I’m okay sweetheart, don’t worry about me.”

You gave him a sad smile, “I always worry about you, De.” You stared crying hard again, “I’m sorry for putting myself in danger, De. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t live in a world where you didn’t exist. I saw he was- he was about to kill you and I just reacted. I can’t live without you De. I can’t.” You were crying so hard, Dean was trying to wipe your tears, but to no avail.

“Shhh. Shhh. It’s okay Y/N/N. I’m right here. Okay? I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going anywhere, you’re not going anywhere, Sammy’s not going anywhere, okay?”

You nodded and put your face back in his neck, looking at where both of your hand were still held in his giant one. Once you both calmed down, he spoke again, “I’m sorry for acting like dad. He was a sorry excuse for a father and I acted just like him. I know how scared of him you were and I did it anyways. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Dean. I know you were scared. I would have gotten mad at you too.”

“Yeah, but there was no reason for me to act like dad. No excuses baby.”

“Okay... but I still forgive you.”

Dean stood up and carried you with him to the bed you were sharing. You immediately snuggled up against him. “You know, for the record Dean, you are my dad.” He looked at you questioningly. “In every way that possibly counts, you’re my dad, Dean. And I love you.”

Dean gave you the brightest smile you think you’ve ever seen from him, at least since dad disappeared and all this shit started. “I love you too, baby girl. I want you to always know that. No matter what, I always love you.”

A little while later Sam came through the door with bags of fast food. What he saw brought a smile to his face, you and Dean cuddled up asleep in bed. He knew that you and Dean had a special bond. He knew that you and him had always been really close, and had gotten even closer when Sam left for Stanford. He was unbelievably happy that you both worked it out, and hoped that you finally told Dean how you really looked at him, even if everyone already knew it, Sam knew Dean needed to hear it.

Sam decided that the food could be heated up. He decided he would shower and then go to sleep in the other bed beside you and Dean. He gave you both one last look, happy to see his favorite people in the world at peace and lightly smiling as they slept.

[itskimtaehyung]

I Miss You(ngi)

Anonymous said: I miss yoongi 😣💙💜 can u write a quick fluff senario [sic] for yoongi?? 

A/N: So this is neither quick nor a scenario bc i got carried away oops. Also the title..... I couldn’t help myself I'm sorry. Also it was originally 2299 words but i couldnt have that so i added one

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi is away on tour and you miss him terribly. However, he checks up on you whenever he can and makes sure to call everyday. 

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2300

Content: Cute phone conversations, really fluffy stuff, numerous uses of the word “asshole”

Sneak Peak:

“Hey, babe. I just got off stage. Have you eaten yet? Did you watch the broadca—”

“Your dog hates me,” you interrupt. Holly still refuses to come out from under the couch.

“He’s just shy. Give him a some time to adjust,” he laughs.

“It’s been two weeks! He still avoids me and rips up my stuff. Yoongi, I miss you. Are you sure you can’t come home for just a little bit? I don’t want to be spending the holiday alone.” You pout even though you know he can’t see it.

BARK BARK BARK.

You look over your shoulder to see Min Holly jumping frantically and barking up a storm. You get up from your desk where you had been studying to see what has him so startled.

“What is it Holly? What do you see?” You ask the small, brown puppy.

Holly continues barking and jumping up, clawing at the TV screen that you had forgotten to turn off before starting your study session. That’s when you see your boyfriend, Min Yoongi, up on stage, performing with the rest of BTS. You unmute the program so that Holly can hear his father’s voice. This silences him, and he sits back on his paws, mesmerized by the show.

“Don’t worry, little one. I miss him, too.” You pet Holly on the head and scratch between his ears. “Sadly, he won’t be home for a few more weeks. It looks like you and I are going to have to spend the Lunar New Year with each other.” Holly lets out a quick bark and squirms from under your hand. “Hey! It won’t be that bad! Do you really not like me that much?” He runs away and you try to chase him, but he darts under the couch before you can catch him.

You love Holly, and when Yoongi asked you to watch him while he was gone, you were more than happy to oblige. The feelings, however, were not mutual. You have no idea why this dog could have so much disdain towards you. Or how this cute little being could be full of so much hatred. You guess it might have something to do with the fact that, in the weeks leading up to the tour, Yoongi wanted to spend as much time with you as he could, and stayed most nights at your place, leaving Holly back home. Or maybe because you had only met Holly a handful of times, and suddenly he was moved from the comfort of Bangtan’s apartment, to the unfamiliarity of yours. You tried being friendly, giving him treats which he snatched out of your hand to take under the couch where he would finish enjoying them, or letting him sleep on your bed, which still faintly smelled of Yoongi from the last night he spent at your place. Holly, however, would not relent. Sometimes you would come home to ripped up pillows or books pulled off the shelves. It’s not like you could really do anything. You could never hurt another creature, especially one as cute as Holly. Even the squirt bottle seemed too harsh for you.

Once the program ends, you switch off the TV and leave Holly to nap under the couch by himself.  You’re about to get back to studying when your phone rings, the Blood Sweat and Tears instrumental filling the room.

“Hey, babe. I just got off stage. Have you eaten yet? Did you watch the broadca—”

“Your dog hates me,” you interrupt, with Holly still refusing to come out from under the couch.

“He’s just shy. Give him some time to adjust,” he laughs.

“It’s been two weeks! He still avoids me and rips up my stuff. Yoongi, I miss you. Are you sure you can’t come home for just a little bit? I don’t want to be spending the holiday alone.” You pout even though you know he can’t see it.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I miss you too. We’re going to be in Indonesia for the new year and Japan until the middle of February. You know if I could come home, I would.” You can tell he means it, but that doesn’t make you miss him any less.

“You’re going to be gone for Seollal and Valentine’s Day? You’re the worst boyfriend ever,” you tease.

“I know, I know. I suck. But the company is really pushing the promotion for our japanese album right now so they’re trying to get us to do as many shows as we can.”

“Yeah, I know. I just miss you so much.” You feign a sniffle.

“Yah, Yoongi-hyung! We’ve got to get going!” You hear Jimin scream on the other side of the line.

“Okay I’m coming! Give me a sec!” Yoongi replies, then turns his attention back towards you. “I miss you a lot too, Y/N. Don’t worry. I’ll still call you everyday like I’ve been doing. I’ve got to go now, but I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Good night, my love. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Good night.”

Around midnight you try to fall asleep with no success. Holly has since come out from his hiding place and is now sleeping on one of Yoongi’s sweatshirts that he pulled out of the closet. You reach over to the nightstand to grab your cellphone, it’s bright screen illuminating your face as you scroll through your contact list until you find the number you’re looking for.

“Hello?” You hear his groggy voice through your phone. You suddenly feel guilty for waking him from his sleep which you know he hasn’t been getting much of lately.

“Yoongi?” You say hesitantly.

“Mm? Babe, what’s up? Are you okay?” He mumbles, still not completely out of his slumber.

“Yeah, I’m just having trouble falling asleep. When I said you were the worst boyfriend ever, you know I didn’t mean it, right?”

“Hm? Mm yeah yeah, I know you weren’t serious.”

“Okay good.”

“Is that why you couldn’t sleep?”

“.... Maybe.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, silly. I know you love me.”

“I do. I really do.”

“I love you, too. Now get some sleep. You don’t want to be too tired for school tomorrow.”

“Yoongi, it’s Friday.”

“What? Oh, right, right.” You kind of feel bad for him. He’s probably so overworked that he doesn’t even remember what day it is. You want nothing more than to be there with him to take the stress away.

“It sounds like you’re the one who needs the sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up. With all the shows and promotions and stuff, I know you guys don’t get to sleep much.”

“It’s not a big deal, Y/N. You know I love talking to you and hearing your voice.”

“Yes, I do. And as much as I love talking to you too, I also care about your health. So I’m going to hang up now and you better get some rest or else once you get home I’m gonna whoop your ass.” You hear him chuckle lightly on the other end.

“Okay. Good night, Y/N. I love you.”

“Love you more. Good night.” With that, you hang up and drift off to sleep.

The weeks pass slowly as you complete assignment after assignment and have to buy new pillows way more than you want to only to have them ripped up by Holly when you’re not looking. The end of January approaches, and you start seeing decorations for the New Year pop up all over Seoul.

The first day of the Seollal celebration falls on a Saturday. You wake up to a silent apartment that seems colder than usual. Yoongi’s absence is more noticeable today. You and Yoongi always spent the New Year together, so being without him on this holiday feels incredibly foreign. The previous years, you two would sleep in until the daylight pouring in from the window makes it impossible to stay asleep any longer. Then one of you would drag the other out of bed for brunch. Since the Bangtan apartment was often quite hectic this time of year, with family members visiting and the overall excitement of having time off, Yoongi opted to spend Seollal with you at your place. He liked your place a lot better than his. It was quiet, clean, and had a spacious kitchen.

Though neither of you were very good at cooking, it had become an annual tradition to attempt making tteok-guk as good as eomma did. Of course, being from different regions, the two of you could never agree on what constituted the best tteok-guk. Yoongi thought simple was best, and insisted that the two of you make it with just beef stock and rice cakes. “It’ll save us a lot of work,” he argued. But you, being from Busan, felt that the dish was incomplete without some kind of seafood.

“Should we even bother with the tteok-guk this year?” You ask Holly when you get out of bed and walk to the kitchen. “I mean I really don’t see a point without Yoongi here.”

Holly’s ears perk up at the sound of his father’s name, however gives no other reaction. You sigh and give the dog his food before pouring yourself a bowl of cereal. You’re eating your cereal and watching cartoons on the couch when you hear a knock on the door. You wonder who it could be, since all your friends went home for the holiday.

You set the cereal bowl down and walk over to the door, not bothering to look through the peephole before opening it. You swing the door open to see the elderly couple from a couple of doors down.

“Hi, darling.” The wife greets. “We heard you were spending Seollal alone this year and we just wanted you to know that we’re having a small gathering with our family down the hall and that our door is open if you want to join us.”

“Oh, no, Mrs. Kim. I’m quite alright on my own. I have to watch over Holly, anyway.” You gesture toward Holly who is in the kitchen, still scarfing down her breakfast. “Thank you for the offer, though.”

“Well, the both of you are welcome if you change your mind,” Mr. Kim adds.

“Thank you.” You bow to them before closing the door.

Later that night when Yoongi calls, you had long ago fallen asleep in front of the TV. You wake up at around 4am to see that he left a voicemail.

Hey, Y/N. Just calling to check up on you. Sorry again that I can’t be home with you for Seollal. Judging by the time, you’re probably asleep already. Did you have too much fun without me? Drink till you passed out already? No, I’m kidding haha. I know you’re tired from school and work and all that. Also, having an asshole like me for a boyfriend probably takes a toll on you, too. Speaking of my assholery, our Japan promotions have been extended, so I won’t be home until March. I’m really sorry. Both for being away and for having to tell you over voicemail like this. Anyway, I love you. Always remember that. Even when I forget to call, or seem rushed when we talk. Remember that I love you. Good night, Y/N. I’ll talk to you soon.

You want to cry. Three months without seeing Yoongi is too much. If it weren’t for school you would fly out to wherever he was and join him, much like some of the other members’ girlfriends were doing. You’re too tired from this whole situation so you decide to just go to bed and deal with your feelings in the morning.

This year Valentine’s Day falls on a Tuesday. You’re so worried about your chemistry exam that afternoon that you nearly forget about the holiday until a couple your friends tell you they’re going to dinner with their boyfriends, and that you could tag along if you wanted. You politely decline, not wanting to be the fifth wheel on their double date.

Thus you spend your Valentine’s day much like you spent your Seollal: on the couch watching TV. You haven’t heard from Yoongi all day, but pay no mind to it. His calls have been becoming less frequent lately and you assume it’s because of his insane schedules. You’re starting to doze off when you hear a knock on the door followed by a voice saying, “Delivery!” You open the door to see someone standing there, holding a big bouquet of red, heart-shaped balloons that cover the top half of his body, including his face.

“Delivery for Y/N?” The balloons say.

“Yeah that’s me.”

The delivery boy lowers the balloons to reveal his squinty eyes and gummy smile you know and love.

“Yoongi!” He sets down the balloon bouquet and you throw your arms around him as he pulls you in for a long awaited hug. “I missed you so much. Oh my god, I’m about to cry.”

“Aww, Y/N. Don’t cry. I’m here. I’m here.” He says softly into your hair.

You pull back to look at him. “Yeah, why are you here?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “I thought you were going to be in Japan until March?”

“Um… So, I kind of lied. Ow!” He rubs the arm that you just punched. “What!? I wanted to surprise you!”

“Min Yoongi, you’re an asshole!”

“I know, I know. But I’m here now. And I’m your asshole.”

“God that’s so cheesy, stop!” You laugh and finally kiss him on the lips for the first time in two and a half months. “I missed you. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you more.” He says, folding you back into his arms.

“Not possible,” you reply.

“Totally possible.” At that moment Holly decides to interrupt the two of you and starts pawing at his father’s legs. “And I missed you, too, Holly.” He says to the small brown thing.

You watch the two of them get reaquainted when you suddenly remember, “Wait. Does this mean you’re done with promotions? You’re here to stay? At least for a while I mean.”

He looks at you with the love and fondness you so missed and says, “Yeah. I’m here to stay.”