#but yeah. running inside then to just short of Upset Baby? and meowed at the baby’s mama?

[void-tiger]

Tonks definitely likes small kiddos.

Tolerates pets? As long as she’s not crowded, check

Plays with the string toy (and actually checks her paws when the kiddo inevitably spins and gets tangled)? Check.

Rushes to check on a post-nap howling baby? CHECK.

[briamichellewrites]

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Does Ellie know what was going on? Rob shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to tell her because he didn’t know how she would react. She loved Mike. He also had no fucking idea how to even begin to tell her. Brad encouraged him to tell her because she would get upset if she found out from Chester. How? He had no idea what the hell was happening with Mike because it didn’t make any fucking sense. Every time he tried to make sense of it, he couldn’t.

After Mike agreed to get help, Rob met Brad at his apartment to talk privately. They didn’t want him to overhear their conversation because it might make him upset. Rob was grateful that he could speak his mind. What was he going to say to Elliot? Mike was delusional? He didn’t believe in time loops or what he was claiming to be going through. What did he think was going on?

Mental illness. Maybe schizophrenia. He wasn’t a mental health professional, so he wasn’t sure. If it was schizophrenia, then at least he would understand why he was acting the way he was. He would know that he wasn’t able to help what his mind was telling him. As a brother, he loved him and looked up to him. That’s why it was so hard for him to understand. This wasn’t who he was. He was always level-headed and a leader. Whenever something happened, he knew what to do.

Brad listened to him. Nobody in the band had any experience with delusions. They would know if he was drinking or using drugs because Chester would have told them. As a recovering addict, he was sensitive to that. It had to be mental illness. Did Rob think he was enabling him? No, he thought that he had told him what he needed to hear as a way of getting him to agree to treatment.

A white lie. He never would have agreed to go otherwise.

“You and Phoenix got him to open up to us. You had to pretend to believe him because he was defensive and agitated. At the moment, it was the right thing to do because it kept him calm.”

“Okay. I just needed to make sure for my conscious.”

Where was Elliot? She was looking into adopting a family of cats. It was a mother and her two kittens. A woman had found them meowing in her garage after almost running them over with her car. She took them to the vet and they were declared healthy after being examined. The mother was around twelve months while her kittens were eight weeks. She had contacted the woman and was going to drive to Glendale to meet them.

She was excited about possibly bringing them home with her. As they were talking, he got a text message saying she was stopping at Petco. They could meet her back at her place. Yeah, that would work.

They met her just as she was setting up the baby gate in her living room. The cat carrier doors were open and the cats were slowly making their way outside into the unknown. Little by little, they stumbled out. The cats were beautiful with short legs and grey coats. What were their names? The mother was Mama Blu and her kittens were Simba and Nala. They sat on the floor and watched them.

Mew. Mew. What happened to them? She told them the story that the woman had given her. It was believed they had made a home in her garage to get out of the rain and cold. She was extremely lucky to have seen them as she was backing out. After bringing them inside, she brought them to the local veterinary clinic. They were screened for chips, which they didn’t have. So, they were believed to be feral. They were then assessed and found to be healthy.

They would have been moved to a shelter but the woman wanted to take care of them while looking for someone to adopt them. She happened to have been the third person to have visited them. They were beautiful! Mama looked like a kitten with her short legs. What breed were they? They were Munchkins. That was the most appropriate name for them.

Mama made sure her babies were safe as they explored their new home. She wanted them to stay close to her because she was scared. The humans set up their food and water bowls, along with their toys and litter box. It was hidden away to give them privacy. Bruce came over because he had awoken to strange sounds. Meowing? He about jumped when he saw the cats. Why did his human get cats? He approached them with caution because he wanted to meet them.

Mama hissed at him to protect her babies, so he backed off a little. Elliot picked him up and brought him over. They would have to get used to each other. This is what she wanted. Brad petted Bruce, making him smile. Thank you, human! The cats were weird and he didn’t know if he liked them or not. At least he had his human.

The three of them made dinner together. Rob hugged her because they needed a distraction and the cats were perfect for that. He was also mentally tired because it had been a long day. After going to the refrigerator, he opened it to find none of her food was vegan. She told him if he wanted vegan food, he had to bring it over because it was too expensive. He found something he and Brad could eat. The next morning, he would go home and bring over his food.

After eating, they brought Bruce outside. He was happy to get away from the cats. She hooked his leash to his collar before grabbing bags and hand sanitizer. He pawed at the door. Let’s go, human! Once they were ready, they went outside. It was chilly but not too bad for a July evening.

They all had light jackets on to keep them warm. Even though Brad had a crush on Elliot, Rob wasn’t threatened by him. He never got a feeling he was going to steal his girlfriend. She was beautiful inside and out and strong, while also being sensitive to the needs of others. Including animals. There were many reasons why they loved her. She was the rare girl they would only meet once in their lives.

Mike and Chester were in bed together. He had his shirt off, exposing his cuts. Chester ran his fingers over them gently. Did that hurt? Just a little. He leaned over and kissed them. Mike wrapped his arms around him. He had his first appointment the next afternoon. Chester asked him what else he remembered. He thought back. Elliot had a psychotic relapse. She called the police because she thought she was seeing ghosts. People made fun of her when the phone call leaked online.

He also remembered that they had arranged for her to meet Bon Jovi because she was mentally and physically exhausted from her chemotherapy treatments. They also brought her to Disneyland after she went into remission. Between her battle with schizophrenia and her battle with cancer, she had a very difficult time. But, she kept her sense of humor while fighting cancer.

There were times when they thought they were going to lose her. She surprised them and the medical staff by not giving up. That summed her up perfectly.

“Mikey, don’t spend the next fourteen years trying to save me. I want you to have a life, too. Don’t sacrifice your happiness and mental health for me. I love you and I don’t want you to hurt yourself. 2017 is years away. Let’s just stick with right now.”

“Chazzy, you are my life. You and Ellie. I promise to work on myself because I want to stop obsessing over this. Let’s take this one step at a time because that’s all I can handle right now.”

He nodded before kissing his forehead. They both said I love you before turning off the light and going to sleep.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @thewriternia

[muffindaddystyles]

DENTIST THE BAD BOI

Word count: 7k

A/N: Heavily inspired from 90's rom-coms, so if your heart swoons out of loneliness it's not on me sistas -- doctor Harry my fav.

Summary: Harry's a med-student and Y/N's an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant -- he mighty looses it.

Pairing: Dentist Harry × Artist reader, Frenemies to bestfriends to lovers, platonic affection and loads of bestie fluff.

MASTERLIST, REQUEST FOR BLURBS FROM THIS FIC ARE OPEN || PART 2

“Harryyyyy!!!!” Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs staring at the small picture of ultrasound, blinking at it several times to vision herself back into reality because the more she does the more she becomes grumpy and fussy – cursing the beast of a neighbour who got her little innocent cat pregnant.

She pulled the strings of her pyjama shorts to tighten it around her and hastily towed her feet into fuzzy slippers, giving a stink of an eye to her cat “don't act so surprised you little ragamuffin!” She mouthed at her with venom (as if trippers her cat cares), stomping her way out and writes a whole book of judgements in her rattling brain upon hearing the loud music weeping through walls.

She knocks. Huffs when it goes unnoticed and this time pounds at the door, crossing her forearms infront of her chest. Not unaware and very accustomed; of happy chatter whirling around whenever she’s trying to focus how a certain recipe goes by, his mates chanting his name from outside when he’s too occupied in whatever he's sorting out inside for their arrival, clanking of beer bottles knowing they and her have a long time to go, the music dimming in the wee of night as the door closes after every fifteen minutes and it dawns at that time –-- she always get left with one option and that’s to curse him till she sleeps.

It’s every Friday and Saturday’s story.

“Max stop that before Ni asks fo’ a dummy —-,” His neck's craned to where his friends are sitting on one of the cosy spots. His jaw popping, dimples chasmic from the smirk he’s holding and Y/N gulps then arches her brow when his attention drops down at her, “Oh .... hi, could help ya?” His cocky grin irks her – bubbling a fire in her pit and an urge to twinge his ear and drag him to her apartment, to show him what he did.

“Could you help me!?” She laughs ironically, chases her frowning gaze from the ripped patches of his jeans towards where his curls are brushing his earlobes and it kind of makes her gasp which she traps in fortunately because – he’s always wearing a hoodie, beanie or his hair up in a little fountain like bun rushing through the lobby with his thick books and laptop clutched in his arms, “Yes please .. y’could help me by transferring expenses of your cat's babies every month to me —-...um could simply have them in your apartment too if the first deal’s too bad.” She shrugs. Taking a glimpse from his shoulder of his friends bunched over eachother and he toys with his bottom wet lip, brows stringing into confusion and his bicep flexes making her flutter her eyes away as he grips the knob of the door and closes it behind him.

“What d'ya mean?”

“You’re doing it on purpose right? ‘cos there’s no way —--” He cuts her groans with a snap and runs a palm down his face, “I seriously don’t know what you’re talkin' ‘bout, Y/N.” His lips tinned into a flat line, his posture now resembling her's and she slaps her forehead with the heel of her palm.

“Then you should keep tabs of your beasty minx of a cat who got my cat pregnant!” She exclaims disbelievingly to which his eyes turns saucer and he throws his sinewy arms in between them, mimics her expressions comically, “Is that my fault? Did I get your cat prego?” She blinks up at him rapidly --- he’s such a nerve puller.

“Yes it is! You didn’t get your cat desexed —-,” She stuffs her pointer against his chest and twist it with a grit, “Now he’ll have babies left and right – like a catwhore he is!!” She aerials her hands in different directions rapidly and he takes a step closer kissing his teeth together to seethe his words.

“He’s not a catwhore!”

“Kay then take the responsibility of what he did.” She mutters tapping her foot onto the carpeted floor and guppies at him like a fish when he bursts into taunting cackles, leaning to catch the door-frame before he mushes her under his weight. ”

“Ye -‐..- you’re —- you aren’t serious are ya?” His rosy eyelids snib tightly forming crinkles to where his temples meet his cheeks and she almost pouts, how much she doesn’t want to she could never cascade her expressions.

“Oh my — .... Bambi eyed wouldn’t I’ave had free him of his ball’s heaviness –-- if I’d ‘ave enough money down me pocket?” He scrunches his nose to take a breather from laughing hard.

“Don’t call me that!” She bites at him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He smirks gingerly – drums his fingers against his folded bicep and presses his back to the wall tipping his chin high.

Her blush eager to creep up her neck embarrasses her further more and she hides the softness in her voice, muttering gruffly, “Shut up.” Then turns to walk back into her apartment and to slam the door at his face -- but -- his whistle for her halts her in tracks.

“Hey – Bambi, we could sign the custody of kitties if that what ye'want.”

..

Three weeks after. There was another knock on Harry’s door, Niall's head perks up and bangs against the bookshelf –- he was trying to keep the furry cat in his lap, for a good warmer but its more enamoured with the ‘clucks' of his daddy’s boots than the soft flesh of Niall’s thigh as Harry chucks his wallet in the back-pocket of his jeans (he was about to go outside and bring some food) and opens the door slightly to see through the trapping chain, “who’s it?”

“Harry ‘s me ....” The voice mousey and worried. Niall recognizes it in a hot-second, frowns and tries to gain snowy’s attention, “What did y'do again? Did ya get the pretty neighbour's cat prego twice, you fat farts.” He chuckles when snowy meows at him innocently and Harry's brows skews together into a scowl.

“Call him fat farts another time —- I dare you —--,” He howls. Throwing angry upset glares towards Niall – their bickering gets interrupted when Y/N slips her hand from the crack of door, pinches Harry’s knuckles and he squeaks, “Ow —- what the fuck!”

“Harry.” Her tone threatening.

Harry puffs out a huge sigh and reveals himself infront of her, he's not in mood to fight with her over their cats, or the parcel Harry forgot to give her which got delivered to him on accident like one of the thousand times (he never found anything freakish until now .. not that he goes through what’s inside, but the labels tell they’re mostly her art supplies), or why he’s been showering for an hour because she now isn’t left with any warm water —- because he just came back from UNI and is dust bones from having two exams in a row.

“Y/N —-,” His face reeks with exhaustion. His curls drowsy, escaping from his knit beanie and his eyes glazed with sea-foam. She kinda feels bad for disturbing him -- but – it’s an emergency and she doesn’t know where to go, except him.

His weary vision falls upon trippers tucked beneath Y/N’s arm, “Is she alright?” He scratches behind her ear and trippers gives out a pained yowl.

“No –-.. that’s why ‘m here. She’s spotting blood everywhere and –-- and I don’t have enough money ...,” She’s embarrassed to say least. Not meeting Harry’s eyes and he gazes her sincerely –- belly doing weirdly funny somersaults. He clears his throat, grogs out gathering all the information in his head from the anatomy of humans and animals he studied till now.

“It’s okay for spotting in pregnancies – but ‐-.. she looks very much in pain s' we shouldn’t risk it. I’ve a friend. She’s practicing vet -- we could take her there.” He offers. Rubbing the back of his neck and Y/N bobs her head vigorously, anything to save her trippers baby.

“Fine –-- yeah, Iemme just wear my shoes ... then we're good to go.” She mumbles. Harry hasn’t seen her demeanour flatter like this ever before, whenever she’s banging and barging through his flat it’s always taut and cold banter.

He has never seen her this defenceless.

He drops his gaze down at her feet and finds that she’s wearing cute pizza slices socksies.

..

“Is this a clinic, or weed doing zone for animals?” She didn’t try to be mean. It just happened as she takes in the wearbouts of garage, stuffed with drums and musical instruments, spray paint on walls. Harry seems unfazed though, he could be shabbier than her if he wants to –- much fouler that could make her cry.

“Told you. She’s practicing not a vet yet.” She doesn’t question him further. Grateful enough for his help. She might not admit but he isn’t that bad of guy as she once imagined him in her head.

Y/N stifles a snort when a girl with mullet shag, having a stud in her brow and the corner of her lip, attired in all black greets Harry with a hip-check, “Vas’up booger.” She grins and Harry grumbles ruffling her hair with his knuckles.

It leaves Y/N in awe. This’s what group of friends look like -- so fun and annoying, she wanted to have this since when she’s small. Sadly, it’s just her and trippers in her friend group.

“Hi there!” She waves to Y/N trying to battle Harry’s tickles away. Takes trippers from Y/N's arms and coos up at her, “hiyaa baby .. oh, she’s having lil buns inside her.” She laughs and Y/N already likes her so much. As if, she’s the main character of any vintage styled movie.

“Rori here.” She introduces herself as Harry strolls inside her kitchen to rummage through her fridge, “Y/N.” Y/N smiles –-- eyeing Harry who’s whistling and tearing the crate of orange juice open.

When Trippers purrs from a cramp, Rori snuggles her closer to herself – “Her spotting is nothing to worry about –-- maybe she’s ready to give birth. If not I’ll take her to my hospital.”

“So Harry said...” Y/N nods.

“Oohh.” Rori exclaims, wiggling her brows curiously at Harry who’s gulping down juice hungrily, “Booger got normal friends too? Thought, those were all white lies.” He almost chokes at it – downing it cautiously and blinks vividly.

“No. Just neighbours.” Yeah, there’s nothing friendly between them –-- but how it’d be like to befriend Harry. The thought makes Y/N feel snoozy and warm.

“I see.”

“Okay then! ‘m gonna keep Trippers with me for two days –-- figure out what I could do to help her and if she heals I’ll drop her by, how that sounds?”

“Sounds good!” Both, Harry and Y/N chimes together heating their cheeks up. Harry wavers his gaze away, sulking a pouty mouth and turns all stoic again.

He doesn’t want to like, Y/N. Nope. Not at all. In any case.

She’s his bedevilling, bothersome and galling neighbour who just screams at him too much for his likening.

..

“Would you like something to eat?” She asks him while walking back home and he shakes his head, so she nudges him in ribs, “oh c'mon let it be a thank you, grumpy pants.”

“’M not –-,” He was about to snap at her. Instead, he groped her wrist tightly and tugged her to his side –-- she squeals into his chest as a car passes by them swiftly, honking at them in anger.

Her hair wisps from the friction of Harry’s hoodie as she pushes herself away from him, surprisingly he smells incredibly sweet – that of vanilla and citrus musk, something very cosy and like a morning breeze.

A jolt buzzes through her spine at the fact she was about to get crushed under a vehicle but she grins up at him awkwardly, “Tofu then?” His peepers widen in shock and he slaps his forehead.

“You’re mad, know that.”

..

Harry and Y/N. Sky and earth . She sprouts buds of irises and peonies when she speaks, her touch that shines away even an intimidating person as if they're mimosa plants, those eyes --- those eyes are itself sepia of grounds on which the tiny creatures celebrates by and Harry's well ... he’s the floss of clouds hidden behind sunshine, his rains would turn her into loam and his uppish thunder would make her loathe him.

Then some gods decided to break the needles and fix it in some other clock that rotates anti-clock wise.

Now, when she’s unable to nourish her flowers he's always there to rain and stroke a tender breeze against her that makes her lush grass snuggle the roots of who she’s.

They were enemies once. Opposite to eachother in many ways but couldn’t live without eachother despite of their distances. Just like sky's a hollow sheet of nothingness without it’s dear earth.

..

What blossomed their friendship was Y/N's date with this cute boy that is in her ceramic class, (not a date if you’d ask so –-- more like a meetup at this coffee house near her UNI).

Turns out he isn’t that cute. His blunt hands wandered up Y/N’s thigh without her consent and before she could know that, he was groping at it –-- making her gasp and hit her knee against the table. She struggles to writhe out of the chair but he stitches his nails in her skin, “I’m not liking it – you better stop.” She hisses, palms sweaty and slipping trying to remove his grip from around her.

“Don’t act all stupid .. you were hitting at me for hours, you want it but wouldn’t admit.” He groans, rolling his eyes and she feels like crying –-- teeth clanking letting out a shuddering breath.

“I’ll scream.” She warns him.

“You’re not that innocent, you act like.” He smirks, sliding his hand down her insides and before he could reach further Y/N sneaked a fork from the table and stabbed it in his knuckles.

“Fuck.” He shrieks, “Bitch.” He almost screams but stops when everyone stares at him as Y/N’s chair fell against the floor and she stumbles inside the bathroom.

Locking it behind her. Her chest burns with tears. Her vision spins and her fingers shakes as she dials one number she could reach for anytime, it rings then goes to voicemail so her bitten lip wobbles and eyes turn glossy.

She again dials it. There’re noises behind, that of someone instructing and Harry was in his lecture hall when she called .. his heart drops because all he could hear is quivering breath ... it shudders to tight painful gasps and he’s collecting his stuff leaving his seat immediately the doctor who's teaching them Apiceoctomy stares Harry while speaking.

Once he’s out in hallway, “Hey? Y/n are y’there? You okay? What happened?” She bolt her eyes close pressing her head to cold tiled wall and yawps outta fear when someone pounds at the door. Harry runs towards the exist, “Y/N where are you!? ‘m coming .. whatever it’s just --.. just ...” He gripes at his curls pushing them back – his heart beating loud, “ – just stay where you’re ‘n don’t panic .. yeah? It’s okay.” He mutters. Voice soft and assuring.

Her breathing patterns back to calmness – something about him so consoling, so warm and she nods. After some minutes she’s telling him the address and gladly it’s not that far away from Harry.

When he reaches. There are several people waiting at the bathrooms door and he’s knocking on it lightly, pressing his ear to it and grabs the knob (in case he’d have to break it).

When there’s no-response from inside he gets it something’s peculiar, “Bambi. ‘s me Harry.” It clicks and unlocks and he’s tumbling inside while the others groans and disperses knowing it’s invain waiting.

He’s dishevelled. His curls in moppy condition and his eyes full of concern and worry –-- she feels awful for doing this to him.

“Were you crying? Did somethin' happen?” He frowns. Ducking a bit to meet her gaze level and she clears the clump in her throat, “Can we just leave .. please?” He couldn’t believe it’s her voice – the bubbliness and chirpiness of it died to frightened meekness.

Harry takes her hand and walks them outside, Y/N sucks in squeak when the same guy rushes to confront them and when Harry sees his injured hand -- everything pieces together and fury spikes through his veins.

His brows pinches together into a frown, his lips lifting into a scowl and his eyes darkens pitch coal like.

He grips her dainty fingers and moves her behind him protectively and his chest buffs out as he takes a step forward towering the guy – “What d'ya want?” He kisses his teeth together to grit vehemence and that guy lift his trembling hand infront of Harry.

“Look what this bitch —-,” Ah –-- he really pushed Harry’s bad button didn’t he?

Harry grabs him from collar and Y/N squeals rubbing his wrist to pull him back, no-use.

“Badmouth her or anyone —-" Harry sneers and if he'd be a cartoon character – fume would have been coming out of his ears and nose.

“Else what!?” Harry’s more of a practical person -- so he did what he's been learning for years now and breaks his nose with such force it almost knocks him out.

Y/N's still in shock. Walking behind him on jelly toes and a shiver spirals in her bone marrow when her sweat dries from the wind that’s blowing and hitting them in faces.

They wait at bus shelter, sitting side by side –-- thighs brushing now and then flustering Y/N, Moreso when he apologizes everytime.

There’s silence. Harry’s irritated groan breaks it –- he clenches and unclenches his knuckles .. the thin skin a bit bruised.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry –-- .. ‘s my fault.” She rambles. Taking his hand to inspect it, “I shouldn’t have called you at ---..” He frowns confused and pokes her in knee conveying her to stop worrying. Because if anyone needs to be taken care of is her and wish he could just hug her and tell her that it’s not her fault – not even a tad.

“Y/n...” He gains her attention and his gaze flickers from her snotty nose towards her soaky cheeks, “Shut up.” She chuckles at that putting his palm gently back on his thigh.

“Would you like to have, noodles? I know this incredible chinese place ...” He shakes his head. His smile small and kooky, nose scrunched up as he sniffs the air – predicting a rain coming soon.

“D'we have to eat after every tragedy that happens t’you?”

“Yup, tragedies makes me hungry.” It’s her coping mechanism if she'll be honest and that’s what she’s been doing for ages.

“Who are you, Y/N?

She jumps up. Wiggling her fingers for him to take and beams sweetly, “Bambi next door?”

..

“From when did ya become s' rich?” He giggles. He finds her fucking adorable as she drags him along herself excitedly – she halts infront of the expensive restaurant –- where people dressed in all kind of luxuries and bright pearls are dinning in and she arches her brow sceptically, “Did you really think –- I’ll be able to take us here?” He shoves his hands in his jeans pocket, elevates his shoulders and smiles bashfully.

“Maybe one day, who knows?” They walk towards the chinese take out and Y/N trots backwards –-- facing him all while and rolls her eyes, “’M an artist whose half of paintings goes to trash.” Harry’s eyeballs springs out of his sockets hearing her statement and he really wants to knock some senses into this silly girl.

“Oh my --.. jeez .. those paintings are ‘s good y'divvy. They're hanging onto my walls, been enjoying them fo' free —- what the actual fuck .. really your hands are magical.” He feels annoyed and sad that she felt a need to dump them, because those were some beautiful art pieces.

(“Hmm. It has some hidden meaning beneath it, H. I’m tellin' ya.” Ni would always say. Standing infront of it for hours and hours staring at it.

“Looks like a pussy to me.” Max would quip sipping his bevy and Harry would smack him in head, “Guys how ‘bout we just see it like a fuckin' painting.” He'd grumble focusing back on his books.)

“Really?” She asks shyly and he bobs his head, “Guess you could just keep them then ...” She grins up at him taking the boxes from the cashier.

“Where are we going?”

“You’d see yourself.” She sing-songs galloping over the muddy potholes and Harry looks funny doing it with his spider long legs. Their footsteps echoes in the empty warehouse and Harry didn’t expect her to be the person – that loves finding weird places and spend time there.

“Careful there.” He murmurs. Pressing a hand to her waist when she wobbles on her feet climbing the metal stairs and Harry thinks if she was this clumsy all along or it’s from what happened at the coffee house.

“Holy shit!” He cups a hand around his mouth as the traffic bustles down on the street, “You afraid of heights?” She glances back at him from where she’s standing on the cemented edge.

“Matters. If we're about to act silly and jump, then yes.”

Warmth worms up at his chest and his adam apple bobs, he barks out a laugh when she giggles demanding him to come closer to her, “Come here then you dentist the bad boi.” He tugs the fabric of his jeans from his crotch and hikes his one knee up sitting beside her, other leg swinging in air.

He listens to her hums and happy sounds as she slurps the long noodle inside her mouth, “What you’re afraid of then Harry?” Her question catches him off-guard. Nobody has ever asked what his fears are and he might be famous for an intimidating personality just because he speaks less and owns a roaring bullet –-- he’s still very nice to talk to, but he'd rather spend his time with snowy than waste his time on orgy parties.

“Snowy’s funky farts -- they're ‘orrible!! have to leave the flat fo’ a minute.” He grins when Y/N’s head lulls back and she laughs gleefully, rolling into his side to support herself, “Oh no!” She whines when her chopsticks falls and drops onto the road poorly.

“We can share mine.” He hands her his chopsticks and she thanks him timidly, “What d'you fear?” They pass it back and forth –- his lips wrapping around them as he takes a chunky bite.

Harry tries to down the food that got stuck in his throat when she said nonchalantly, “Dying alone I guess?” He chews the veggies, grimaces and shakes his head -- puts his hand over her knee squeezing it kind-heartedly.

“You’ll not.” She feels like every tulip of light around her’s sparkling – the buzz of having his company tingling her in good way, “Promise?” She asks and Harry lifts his pinky in between them encouraging her to bring her's.

She wasn’t serious about the promise thing it was more onto sarcastic side than to sincerity.

“Promise.” His dimples caters deep and his eyes crinkles when different golden lights dances against her skin making her look prettier than she’s.

He’s gonna fulfill his promise.

..

Y/N could be sentimental given on occasions and how bad the situation’s – but she bottles it up for good amount until later, it all crushes her completely and she’s unable to stand back.

Now, when there’s eerie quietness in the bus and the world infront of her fades behind in weird shapes and forms in her head because of the speed of vehicle – her mind thought it’d be best time to remorse over what happened to her and her eyes well up at that.

Harry plucks his headphones down upon hearing her soft sniffles and turns her towards him with her shoulder, “Y/N hey ....” His voice tender and dewy as he slides his palm under her jaw and cups her cheek to wipe out her tears with the mild stroke of his thumb.

His gentleness rakes out an agonising sob from inside her and she feels like her organs are clashing together.

“Shh. Bambi you’re okay now, ‘s alright you’re here with me -- shh, ‘m so sorry love —- but it’s over now, yeah? We're going home and I’ll make you chamomile tea, could ‘ve both snowy and trippers cuddle with you while I’ll get you all warm and nice inside this new fluffy blanket I just bought! – how does that sound?” He pets her hair. Brings her closer to his chest and she keeps her nose tucked against his clavicles to stop from crying and make a show.

When she nods, suckling a wet breath he swipes a loose errand of her hair behind, “Sounds good yeah?” She just hums snuggling into him.

Her arms slowly loops around his love-handles and he stows her head under his chin -- rubs her back in circles to soothe the stiff muscles, covers her ears with the headphones he was wearing before – plays acoustic version of Landslide by Fleetwood Mac and simpers when she hiccups his name, but doesn’t respond when he answers – his ears turns pink from fond and his belly overglows with butterflies as she babbles his name till she drops into peaceful sleep.

Y/N found herself in his bed with snowy and trippers ontop of her and Harry snoring on the couch – his gangly limbs not fitting at all.

She really wanted to call him and sleep on his bed, but she drowses back to slumber.

..

“Grumpy jerk and an actual ray of sunshine. Sorry, couldn’t process it – too much.” Rori teased Harry the last time they gathered and Y/N was there too! though the true statement was claimed after her departure.

Harry’s friends couldn’t believe that he stepped out of his comfort zone and made a new cute friend, now after one year of their friendship it doesn’t feel like they’re neighbours anymore –-- it's just one big home with an alleyway in between.

“What're y'doin', moppet?” Harry chuckles picking up the half eaten packet of crisps, chewy sour candies, wrappers of oreos and the romcom CDs they were playing before.

Y/N's sprawled on her tummy. Feetsie in air and her chin secured in her palm as she looks like she’s seriously about to take an admission in med school –-- she’s concentrating real hard on the thick book under her, eyes fixated on the diagrams of teeth – it makes Harry laugh like a maniac.

“Aish. Your books, gives me an ache.” She massages her forehead, shakes her head as if she tasted something icky and pushes his book away. Harry laughs harder at her antics wrappers flying away from his grasp and he flops onto couch –-- thighs spreading wide and back sinking into the cushions.

“Where?” His lips rumbles as he tries to hold back another fits of laughter when she gets his dirty joke and pouts, lips fluttering into a smile until she bursts into giggles joining him.

“Nope. My cookie doesn’t throb like it used to sneaking on reproduction chapters in biology.” Harry roars out a cackle at that and Y/N grins fiddling with the frizz of her socks, “Heyyyy it’s not funny –- very much sad.”

He suckles a breath in, their grins achy and big, “Stuff your cookie with some jam ‘n you'll be alright.”

“You’re gross!” She fake gags. Hunches over to exaggerate the severity and scares the shit out of Harry when she gasps loudly slapping his knee, “Harry! Harry! Oh my gosh.....ahhhh!” She gallops like a bunny towards the window and gazes up at the sky with glinting eyes, “Harry look! It’s snowing.” He trots behind her with a roll of eyes knowing what’s about to come next.

When she turns around with sparkly grin, hands clasped atop her chest and tippy-toes to beg him, Harry shuts his lids, “No Muffy.” Y/N loves eating chocolate muffins –-- eating them whenever she could possibly ... and that’s how the pet name Harry decided to call her was muffy.

“Please, it would be so fun .. we could have hot chocolate afterwards.” She mumbles tugging at the hem of his chunky yarn sweater.

“Nothing’s fun about snow angles, Muffyyyy!!” He whines. Squinting down at her with one eye and finds her all slumpy, head falling downwards.

“Okie then. ‘m going to sleep.” She mutters in a meek voice pushing past him –-- but he wraps his hand around her wrist and pulls her back to himself, chuckling with wide eyes, “You’re very dramatic and annoyin’ y’know that?”

Instead, she grins bobbing her head shamelessly, pats his chest and dashes to wear his warm jacket, “Biscuits on you -- hot chocolate on me.” She tells him slipping into her shoes with the support of doorframe.

He comes closer to her and her heart thuds into her tiny ribs as he zips his jacket she’s wearing up till her neck and warns her while pulling out her hair, “If I get sick – ‘m gettin'y sick too.”

..

Harry’s waiting outside the candy shop Y/N just barged in moments ago. He refused to step inside – knowing she’ll use him as a taste tester and at the end of the day his tongue would have a mountain sugar atop his taste buds.

The spring breeze flowery and warm. He shakes his head, smiles softly watching her switch aisles and guffaws loudly catching attention of an old couple siting on the bench behind -- at her eagerness when she started chomping onto the long chewy candy right after getting it from the cashier.

“That’s g'na rot your teeth even before your forties.” He tells her taking the small bag from her and walks beside her, “Your kids are gonna hate you ...” She tells him –- stretching out the candy with her teeth.

“You sure, y'were allowed colas and candies in childhood?” He teases her prodding her side so she throws it at his chest making him laugh and he bends down to pick it up and dump it in bin.

“You’ve got a cute bum.” She whistles and Harry’s cheeks bashes with blush – turns around and wiggles herself, “How's mine?” She hums glancing back at him with cheeky grin.

“Ten by two, I guess?” He bites down a smirk when she spins to face him a bit gobsmacked, “Not even five?” She grumps chin doubling as she tries to see her bum herself.

“Six then?” He giggles enjoying how she’s getting riled up out of nowhere and she stomps away from him so he jogs to catch her, “Bambi. Was kiddin'.”

“You owe me two muffins with the amount of insults you’ve caused my poor bum.” He knuckles at her hair and she slaps him away like a feisty kitten, “I take it back –-- you’re really ten by two.”

“Oi!!!” Now, she’s running behind him. His curls blowing away and his coat ruffling with the zephyr, his head falling back with the belly-ache laughter that bounces against the bricked walls of shops.

..

It’s Friday night. Y/N is doing her laundry. Plucking out Harry’s socks from Trippers furry ear, her kitties sleeping in bassinet. Harry and Y/N have named them Tum, Tug and Truggers –-- she sits back on her heels upon hearing her door closing and hikes the small basket on her hip trudging outside —-- she didn’t had any clothes that could make her feel warm during these days – even her socks were all soggy -- so was Harry’s, now all she’s gonna do is make a blanket fort and hide in it for hours.

She knuckles at her eyes, blinking the tiredness away to see properly who’s standing in the middle of room, “Harry?” He's wearing a graduation gown and tips his hat with a sheepish smile then waves his degree infront of her, “Guess who's a proper dentist now!?” She’s frozen to her spot –- jaw slacked and eyes blown away in surprise.

“Your bad boi!” The basket falls from her hip onto the floor scaring Trippers and she whispers an, “Oh my goodness.” Before, stumbling towards him and crashes in his arms giving him a tight loving hug. He slinks his forearms around her and squishes his face into the crook of her neck, lips tickling her skin and if it was possible for him to freeze the time and cherish it for some more he'd.

“I’m so proud of you.” She mumbles into him with a grin. He feels so worthy and every hardship he faced now feels like nothing, this's how life supposed be throughout –- but best things always bores fruit for the right time.

“How about we celebrate? Just you and me.” Just you and me. It feels nice to just her and him. Makes her heart swoon. Makes her feel like skies outside are wet and pink, “Umm .. can we celebrate here? It’s okay .... “ She shifts on her feet and he furrows his brows in confusion, lips ticked up as if he’s scrutinizing her.

“You and not goin' nutters for an outing .. seems odd —-,” Then his eyes falls over the surrounding, a heating pad beside his feet – aloe fused socks hanging to get dry, a tray of chocolate muffins, kettle on the coffee table so he puts one and one together himself.

“Oh muffy —-... pizza and cuddles then?” If he wouldn’t be aware of how first few days of her period are hell for her then who would? He’s always making her pot meals and curry rice – feeds her and gets all strict when she refuses to eat anything. She looses her appetite and transforms into something ‘if zombie had a baby with vampire -- it sure looked like you’ he'd always scold her.

Even bribe her with candies. Once they were awfully painful and Y/N really didn’t want to be all dramatic not when their friends were having a good time, she doesn’t like to be a party pooper.

But, when a stinging cramp cut through her pelvis and thighs she was hunching forward with a jolt -- all teary eyes and wobbly lips. Harry left everything and rushed towards her, sitting on his knees on the floor and cupped her throat to make her look at him when she refused to, “Y/N ‘m serious -- you rather tell me what’s happening with ye’ or ‘m throwin' you at my shoulder and takin’ you hospital —... cause fuck look at you been like this since morning ....” He was rambling and Y/N felt like drilling a hole into floor and hide herself there forever.

She was mortified and embarrassed, a terrible combination.

She wasn’t able to tell him infront of all of their friends even though it’s something very normal, so everyone stared and nodded when they left they for Harry’s room.

“Bambi are you okay? I’m not even kidding something’s not —-..” She wipes her nose and tugs at his wrist trying to shush him, when he doesn’t pushes a fingers against his lips.

“Don’t worry. ‘m good --- just —-... umm I’m on my periods.” She rubs her one feet on another and his mouth fall into an ‘o' when realization hit him and his brows clinches together sternly.

He sighs running his fingers through his hair, something he does when frustrated and whumpy.

“Should’ve told me. We could have done this later ... do you want anything? I’ve got pain —--,” His words swells on his tongue when her head bumps against his chest and her hands locks around his neck, hugging him with all her gentle will because nobody has ever cared for her –-- him being so tentative to her makes her want to sob into his chest.

He warms her in all the right places.

..

“How’re you feeling on scale of one to ten?” He speaks while chewing onto the stuffed crust of pizza. They’re cosied up on the sofa while Mama Mia plays on the telly and she’s cuddled up into him, he's holding her heat pad with the grip of his forearm and she lifts her head mousey-ly from his bicep and whispers – “Eightish...? Now, you’re Dr.Styles.” He giggles at her and pushes her head back against him with his finger.

“What does my being dentist has a connection to your periods?” He dips the pads of his fingers into her pudgy love handles and squeezes them -- she giggles thinking about the joke she’s about to crack.

“You pull teeth, it’s blood and I pull out tampon so it’s —...” Harry chuckles gruntly at her and tickles her more, “Oh no. I know where it’s goin'....”

“You asked for it!” She pouts at him and he squishes her lips together as if she’s a duck toy.

Then they flump back into their cuddling position and Harry rubs her tummy in tender soothing circles, it helps her relax and his breath syncs with her and she really tries not to pay attention to her bratty screaming hormones heating her skin up – her thighs experiencing a quiver and she squeaks down a huffy whimper.

“You okay?” Harry asks. When she squirms against him and she gulps -- they don’t hide stuff from eachother so she tells him honestly, “You’re really turning me on.” Harry’s heart hiccups at that and his palms still over her thighs.

“Is that so?”

He pets her hair and tries to make her stand, “Just go to washroom and jizz one out.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t? Why?”

“Promise me you wouldn’t make fun....” He frowns and nods bringing his pinky to make the deal.

She clutches her sweater down to her knees, cheeks rosy and mutters out in one breath – “I’ve specific days for that....” Harry really tires to. He locks up his laughs in his lungs and it aches his chest, his cheeks balloons up but at last he rolls onto floor and guffaws into his elbow.

“You said you wouldn’t make fun!!!” She whines kicking his side lightly and he grabs her ankle, “This means all those times you’d be all locked up –- oh my god, you were playing with yourself.” She folds her arms. Her nostrils flares with irritation and she doesn’t even spare him a glance.

“Pet, waiting so long .. it’s a torture to yourself.” He tells her genuinely sitting up with crossed legs and she mumbles knuckling at her eyes, “just some reasons ... horny is bad.” Now, Harry feels kind of terrible pushy person and he really wants to help her out but he’s walking on egg shells here. So, he stops asking anything.

“Rori's girlfriend is a sex therapist —-“ She becomes all fidgety at that and Harry takes in her nervousness, “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.” He exclaims waving his hands and she gulps giving him a small nod.

“Night time fo' some grumpy muffy!” He coos, brings the blanket to her chin and his pupils dilate adorningly when she asks him, “Could I snuggle you?”

“Ofcourse.” He pecks her temple and tells her to budge over before sandwiching her between him and the sofa.

That whole night all his mind could think was why horny is bad for her?

..

Y/N was feeling overly warm and heated, a tad achy between her thighs. She vigorously tries to focus on something else but her chest is heaving at this point, even opens the windows and let the cool air hit her but no use –- so she does what have to be done in order to get rid of the throb.

She cosies herself on the bed, switches onto hentai and throws her legs in air to shimmy her sheer white panty down.

“Oh ...” Whimpers teeny-ly when her fingers brushing up her soaking pussyfolds provides her a bit relief – her soft hands wanders beneath her flimsy shirt and touches her skin in the most arousing way possible –-- tweaks her nipples and jerks up, oozing more wetness.

“Ah! Fuck.” She moans easing in two fingers at once and cramps down at them watching the hentai porn –- but it’s not enough, she’s been pushing her fingers in and out for ten minutes now—she’s unable to get to climax.

So she groans sits up and switches to domineering audios, listens to it while fingering herself hard and she has no idea from where her mind gathered these images from -- but -- soon she’s thinking about Harry’s husky rasp, his sea-foam beautiful eyes and those rosy knuckles ring clad hands —-- imagining him holding her down into mattress and pounding into her at a brutal pace, making her sit on his cock and not letting her move –-- his fingers down her petty throat —-- him spanking her ass if she let’s out any voice out and he'd roar at her beg as she'd be lurking at her tenth orgasm –---- every plausible dirty stuff with him.

She was so engulfed into making herself feel good, lost in her own headspace and imaginations that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching and it’s like she manifested him as he stands at the door-frame with blown away pupils –-- guppy mouth and she’s squealing feeling dizzy upon sitting up this quick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck —-... sorry sorry ... “ He covers his eyes and turns to walk away but bumps his head with a thud into doorframe.

She gasps, knees up and almost shouts, “No!” making him halt mid-track and she’s on the verge of tears, red face and shaky fingers.

“Please ....”

“Stay.”

Harry’s eyes turns soft at that and he walks towards bed, licks his lips wet and brushes the loose tress of her hair away.

“You want me to stay, muffy?” He asks to make sure – she isn’t in haze and all fog minded.

“Yes. I want you to stay.” She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her words honest and full of plead, she needs him, she wants him, she wants to have him.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE-Yoongi

No one:  

Absolutely no one: 

Me: HERE. HAVE AN ANGSTY LIL MEOW MEOW. 

Tags: BTS, BTS Drabble, Bangtan, Bangtan Boys, Beyond the Scene, My work, Yoongi x you, Yoongi x reader, angst, fluff ending

Genre: Angst, fluff ending

Title: The Party 

You held onto Yoongi’s arm as you both entered the gathering, the large room of the estate buzzing with people, all dressed in fancy evening wear, the ceiling above sparkling with chandeliers and reflections from the candles scattered over the dozens of tables. 

Everywhere you looked, there were elegant women dressed in draping, beautiful gowns, appearing as if they floated across the spacious dance floor, accompanied by men made dark and mysterious and handsome by tailored tuxedos. 

You glanced over at your boyfriend as you wove through the crowds, heading toward your designated table. You knew he didn’t particularly enjoy social outings, especially when there were this many attendees, and you noted how his face was pulled into tight lines, his lips drawn in a thin line, as he led you in and out of the laughing and chattering and drinking groups of people. 

Reaching the table, he pulled out your seat for you, and you grasped the sleeve of his tux between your fingers, stopping him from straightening completely, as you said in his ear, your lips brushing slightly across his skin, “Yoongs. Are you okay?” 

He grimaced slightly, and that told you everything you needed to know. He was here simply because he had to be. But that didn’t mean he was enjoying himself. And it didn’t mean that he wanted to stay any longer than was polite or deemed necessary. 

“I’m just gonna grab us a couple of drinks.” He said, his voice low, and he flicked his long fingers at you as he straightened, asking over the hum of conversation, “Your usual, baby?” 

You nodded, watching him push back through the crowds toward the bar that was set up at the back of the large, lively, glimmering room. 

Smoothing down the satin, blue material of your evening gown, your ears beginning to hurt from the heavy diamond earrings that dangled from your lobes, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, noticing suddenly how your heels were pinching your toes. 

“(L/N)(F/N)? Is that really you?” 

You were pulled from your reverie of misery as you heard a familiar baritone voice speak your name, and you glanced up, as a very familiar and very handsome face, came into view as the tall man sat down beside you at the empty table, his features full of disbelief and excitement. 

You laughed slightly, holding out a hand to him, as he kissed the back of your knuckles very gently, looking just how you had remembered from college, although his choice of clothing was a bit more formal and expensive now. “It is. In the flesh, if you can believe it.” 

“Wow.” His teeth gleamed ivory in the lights as he smiled, his tan skin pulled tight across his cheekbones, his dark, wavy hair falling over his brow as he leaned toward you, pressing your hands between his own as he said, surprise still dotting his tone, “I cannot believe my luck. Running into you here? Who would have thought?” 

You nodded in agreement, a smile gracing your lips, as you said, slightly nostalgic, “It has been quite a long time.” 

Your conversation was interrupted by the return of Yoongi, who set your glass of white wine down on the table beside you and then stood beside your chair, his hand going on your shoulder, as he glanced over the man sitting beside you, in his spot. “Care to introduce me to your friend, (F/N)?” 

“Oh!” The man stood, extending his hand to Yoongi warmly, and you felt slightly embarrassed when your boyfriend made no move to return to the gesture, regarding the man coldly, not moving in the slightest, until he finally dropped his hand back to his side and said, clearing his throat, “The name’s Kim Lyn. I knew (F/N) back in our college days.” He grinned down at you, Yoongi still watching his every move, his face expressionless, and then Lyn said, reaching out to brush your arm with his fingers, “Yeah, if you can believe it, we actually used to be quite the thing back then. I still don’t know, to this day, how I scored such a hot girlfriend. I was quite the nerd back then.”

You laughed at his statement, waving him off as you said jokingly, “Oh, come on, Lyn. You know I was into nerds back then.” 

He laughed, a deep pleasant sound, and you exchanged a few more pleasantries, before he excused himself with a polite bow and one last glance in Yoongi’s direction, before disappearing into the crowd. 

You stayed at the party a little longer after that, and you noticed, a little tensely, that as time passed, Yoongi seemed to grow more and more antsy, and distant toward you, as the evening wore on. Figuring it was just his general discomfort and social anxiety rearing its head because of the gathering. you brushed it off, choosing not to read too much into it when you finally left, and he didn’t take your hand in his to lead you to the car like he normally did. 

The ride back was silent, your boyfriend staring pensively out his window, you sitting on the other side of the backseat, feeling as if there was suddenly a yawning void between the two of you and you had no idea why. Yoongi was pensive, and moody, and distant at parties, with others, always, but he had never been this way with you, and this other side of him usually vanished along with the party lights in the distance of the rear view mirror. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you had dated that other guy?” 

Finally, he spoke, his voice bordering on a growl, and you looked up in surprise from your phone at his odd question, saying in surprise, “Sorry, baby. I honestly didn’t know he was going to be there. And I didn’t think it would be a big deal either way.” 

“Well, you were wrong.” His voice was low, simmering, and there was anger bitten back behind his words. “It is a big deal, (F/N).” 

You turned to him in surprise, not used to hearing anger in his tone when he addressed you. “Yoongi, I’m sorry, but, I don’t understand why you’re so upset over this.” 

“I’m not upset.” He slammed his fist down against the door of the car, and you jumped slightly at the action, as he took in a deep breath through his nose, his eyes dark as he finally turned to look at you, his teeth clenched, his cheek muscles twitching in controlled fury, as he said, louder this time, “I’m not upset. I’m pissed off, (F/N). You know I don’t like going to these kind of things. But to come back, and find my girlfriend, and some guy,” He gritted his teeth, his fingers curling in his lap, wrinkling the dark material of his tux, “A guy, who apparently, she used to date, flirting, that’s just shit. And you know it.” 

“Excuse me?” You gasped out, feeling your own anger flush your cheeks as you watched him, sitting silently, stewing, across from you in the back seat of the car. “We were not flirting! And what did you expect, Yoongi? That when I started dating you, I had never dated another man before? Because just like you, I have a past, and you may not like it, but it’s part of who I am.” 

“Don’t give me that shit, (F/N).” He spat out, throwing a finger into your face, his voice impassioned hotly with rage, his dark eyes flashing dangerously. “I knew you had a past. I accepted that. But I didn’t know you’d be dragging that past into our present, our future! I didn’t know you and your old flames were still such good chums that you’d be flirting with the sons of bitches around every corner. That’s sure as hell not what I signed up for.” 

“And what did you sign up for?” You asked back, a bite underneath your words. You didn’t know if in this moment, you wanted to cry at how unfair he was being, or punch him directly in his stupid face. “Please tell me, Yoongi. So I can read the rule book that apparently comes with our relationship and prepare myself, so that next time, I don’t engage in an INNOCENT conversation and completely send our entire evening to shit.” 

He was silent, sitting back in his seat, and You realized, that you were sitting outside the entrance to your apartment. Taking in a deep shuddering breath, You turned toward the door, and reaching for your clutch, you threw out coolly over your shoulder, “You know what? I think it’s best if you sleep at one of the boys’ tonight.” 

“Yeah, I think that’d be best.” He muttered, and You didn’t wait for anything else, as you pushed open the car door and left, slamming it behind you and not looking back. 

********

The next morning, you lay in bed, your eyes puffy and your face swollen and red from all the crying you had done the night before. 

You had barely gotten the apartment unlocked and entered, hardly able to see through the tears that clouded your vision, as you stripped out of your fancy dress, and crawled into the large bed, careful not to look at Yoongi’s empty side of the mattress. 

You tossed and turned all night, crying and fitfully resting for short intervals, and now here you were, exhausted and emotionally drained, laying in bed, staring at the ceiling blankly, wondering where to go from here. 

The sound of the front door opening and then closing softly pulled you from your moping, and you swore slightly under your breath as you heard footsteps heading down the hall toward the bedroom. 

Damn it. You should have changed the locks. 

Rolling over, you pulled the blankets up around your shoulders, burrowing beneath them, not facing the door, as you heard the familiar tread enter the room, stopping just inside the door, and then there was silence. 

You let him suffer through the quiet for a few moments, and then you called out heatedly, still not looking toward him, “If you’re here to yell at me again, then I’d rather you don’t. I’m really not in the mood to deal with your shit this morning.” 

When there was no response, and no sound of footsteps drawing any closer, you huffed in irritation and threw the blanket off of yourself, sitting up, your movements rapid and angry, as you finally looked at him, exclaiming in angry annoyance as you threw your hands in the air, “Oh, so now we’re doing the silent treatment? Real mature. You know, Yoongi, I never knew you were this childish.” 

He stood there, just inside the door to the room, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his favorite hoodie, the hood pulled tightly around his face, his dark hair falling messily into his eyes, his gaze never wavering from mine. His skin was pale, paler than normal, and he had dark circles under his eyes, and you felt a tiny pang of satisfaction noting that he probably hadn’t gotten much more sleep than you had the night before. 

You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him, as you continued hotly, too many emotions bubbling uncomfortably in your chest to stop your tirade just yet. He had said terrible things to you. And you were hurt. And he needed to know that. “You were a complete and utter asshole last night, Min Yoongi. And I know, when we got together, that I said I accepted you, all of you, and that included the shitty bits, but this? This was too far. I didn’t deserve anything you said to me, and frankly, I’m sick of feeling like the bad guy here. Because I didn’t do anything wrong.” 

You stopped, your chest heaving with angry breaths, feeling slightly better after saying all of that out loud, and you readied yourself for a fight, for him to rebut everything you had just thrown at them. 

But. 

“You’re right.” 

Your mouth dropped open, and you hurried to close it, as you watched him shift from one foot to the other uncomfortably under your gaze, his dark eyes downcast, as you stuttered out, “Excuse me?” 

“I said.” He brought his gaze back up to you, and you noticed, again, just how tired he looked, as he ran a trembling hand through his dark locks and said softly, “You’re right. I was a complete asshole. And you didn’t deserve any of it.” 

You bit your lip, waiting for him to continue, and he nervously tucked and untucked his long fingers into the pocket of his hoodie a few times, before he mumbled out apologetically, “I really am sorry. I blew it. I just...” He sucked in a breath through his teeth, looking up at the ceiling, and letting out a long sigh, before he continued, his words slightly hesitant. “I still, every day, I can’t believe I deserve someone as great as you. And I let my insecurity get the best of me last night. And that wasn’t fair to you. And I’m sorry.” 

You clenched the material of your own hoodie between your fingers, the silence growing between you, as he waited, uncomfortably, tensely, to see what you would say in response to his apology, his admission of guilt, his confession of his insecurities. 

You knew what he said was true. He had always been slightly insecure in your relationship-more times than you could count, you had had to reassure him that you chose him, that you continued to choose him, and that you would always choose him, forever. He instinctively thought his flaws, his darkness, his days when he could hardly pull himself out of bed, when the depression, the anxiety, the voices telling him he wasn’t enough, were too loud, he automatically thought those things disqualified him from happiness. That you were with him simply out of pity, out of fear of leaving. 

But none of it was true. And you knew that. And you knew, without a doubt, that the moments that it mattered most, that you needed to show him that you actively chose him, were the moments when the shitty bits came to the surface. Because, usually, behind the asshole that Min Yoongi could be, was a little boy, hiding, afraid, being pulled under by darkness, that needed reassurance that he was worth loving more than ever. 

Standing from the bed, you crossed the room, and came to stand in front of him. His eyes widened slightly in surprise as you buried your hands in the pocket of his hoodie, your fingers finding his own long, slender ones, his skin cool against the warmth of your own. You looked up at him, into those dark, swirling eyes, eyes that hid pain, demons, struggles, but also hid the most amazing man you had ever met-a man who loved more deeply, more fiercely, more strongly, than anyone you knew. 

A man who loved you. 

You reached up, pushing dark hair back from his forehead, noting, once again, the bruising of exhaustion beneath his lower lashes, his pale skin sallow with a night of no sleep, his lips pressed into a thin line of stress and guilt and anguish. 

“Min Yoongi.” His name fell softly from your lips, as you offered him the hint of a smile, your heart aching to be close to him, to hold him, after spending the night apart. You traced your fingers down his sharp cheekbone, and he pressed into your touch, his eyes closing wearily at the feel of your palm against his skin. You smiled, fully this time, and when he opened his eyes, his gaze connecting with your own, feeling so much like home, like familiar warmth as he looked at you, the words that you breathed had never felt more right, more sincere, more you. 

“Welcome home.” 

[canonandme]

Grandma (Part II)

A NeighborAU Cassian x Reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary: The guy next door should be responsible for the things his cat did in your house.

Part of @propertyofpoeandbucky & @the-new-fanfic-order Galactic Fanatic AU Challenge

A/N: Finally!!! After two months of writing block I come back again, check out the playlist I did for this story (hope you guys like lo-fi). And because everybody deserves to be in a rom-com with our favorite captain I’m gonna use neutral pronouns for Reader. Feedback would be cool, English is not my first language.

(Part I)

Someone knocked the door many times. ‘What was that?’ Cassian thought, even better who could go to his house on Saturday morning when he was reading a good book and drinking black coffee in peace? He tried to ignore whoever it was but knocks kept on and on. “Coming!” then Cassian felt pissed off. He opened the door… and it was you holding Grandma, your chubby white with orange Scottish Fold.

“You?!”

“Yes, me. Take us to the vet. Now” that sounded more like an order than a suggestion.

“Still with it? It’s been a while”

“Exactly a month” You said when Kaytoo showed up, when he looked at Grandma he stood in back feet and tried to reach her but you waved your hand to keep him away.

“You know I don’t have…”

“Time for this? Whatever, I don’t want to know about your busy life, take me to the vet now!”. Cassian didn’t answer you but closed the door very slowly instead not breaking eye contact with you. He tried then to go back to his book, he couldn’t, not with you knocking also kicking the door over and over.

He finally opened the door, limited to say “fine”.

The way to the vet was an awkward silence that kept going in the waiting room. Cassian sat in the same couch than you as further as he could be reading his book, you tried to entertain yourself by petting Grandma when she suddenly walked toward Cassian to laid down on his lap. For a moment you worried Cassian could get angry or set her aside… but he didn’t. Instead he closed his book to pet her in the right places, making Grandma purr. He even called her cute names in a calm tone.

The scene took you aback; you couldn’t believe the man in front of you with his cold nature showed on his face yet short temperament had a soft side too. Later you thought that it could be usual, he has Kaytoo after all, he should know how to pet it but still.

Curiosity took the best of you at the end. “You do this often?” he looked strangely at you, your question took Cassian for surprise. “You know like get along with you cat”

“Not at all. Kaytoo is a pain in the ass he doesn’t even let me pet him, when I try to he scratches me or attacks me jumping into me”

“An asshole, just like his master” you joked, he looked at you burrowed brows, he got offended by it. “As the say goes” you corrected yourself.

“Yeah, I still wonder why this cute kitty belongs to a noisy, uneasy person”

Now it was your turn to get offended but not in the way you did the first time you fought with him, more in a playful way. The dude has humor sense after all. You gasped and said: “I am really cute too, but you need to know me more”.

You lost yourself on the blurry black and white figures the ultrasound showed in its screen, trying to find something inside Grandma’s belly like one of the kittens but no, everything looked odd. Ribs? Guts? That bean shaped thing? Nothing at all until a small circle beated accelerated. “What is that?” you asked to Doctor Mothma.

“That is the heart of one of the kittens, oh look!” one of the kittens stretched inside its mom and make everyone in the room got astonished, Mrs. Mothma, her assistant, you, even Cassian who smile a little. He was happy and you couldn’t believe it. ‘Every time Cassian smiles a puppy dies’, some part of your brain joked about it making you feel guilty, the other part was still in shock, first his soft side now his smile! Too much. Cassian felt how you stared at him, felt ashamed and went again to the grumpy face, oh, good when it lasted.

“Well well, it looks that the kittens are all good, as I can see there will be five of them that can be born every moment” The session finished, you took Grandma in your lap to made your way outside, Cassian stood to talk with Mrs. Mothma.

“If you or your partner have any prob-” “wha-what?!” Cassian almost yelled at her.

“Did I say something wrong?” She didn’t understand why Cassian had to freak out.

“They’re not my partner, we’re not even dating, we’re just neighbors”

“Is that so? But you look so cute together”. Cassian didn’t believe it, he will never date you, how could he? He barely knows you and more than talk to each other both of you pick an argument so it’s impossible but… he remembered you said you had a soft cute side that shows up when someone knows you better; from where he stood he could see you tickling your cat in the belly, happy, carefree, cute even. What? No! Still impossible, he said to himself.

“Anyway here’s the bill” Mrs. Mothma said, Cassian took the paper and felt his body froze in surprise by the cost of the ultrasound, he couldn’t help to shout his head off you could hear him from you were.  

You chuckled. “We did it Grandma, what a tool”. Grandma meowed back.

A week later you ran out of cat food; poor Grandma ate too much calories for her and the pack inside her so you went to the supermarket to buy the things you will need for the kittens also groceries. You walked with your cart trough the corridors when you bumped into a girl. “Y/N?”

“Iylla?” You felt happy for find your friend. “What a coincidence, what are you doing here?”

“Well you remember Poe? He ran into a college friend, they have spent minutes talking about things I don’t understand” she pointed where his boyfriend and his friend were. You found out Poe’s friend looked familiar.

“Cassian?” You hid from him behind your cart. “You know him?”

“Well yes he is my neighbor” right then and there you had an idea; you took cans of cat food, baby blankets and whatnot. “Help me with this” you give half the stuff to Iylla, you kept the other half to yourself as both of you made your way to the cart that had Cassian’s groceries. Iylla helped you put all the things inside the cart as quiet as possible, you didn’t want Cassian to notice.

“Why do you do this?” Iylla asked confused.

“Basically his cat got Grandma pregnant so I forced him to-”

“Grandma is preggies?!” She felt too excited she forgot you were trying to hide from Cassian. It was too late, both men turn around to find you trying to run. Facepalm.

“Y/N!” Poe was glad to found you. “Oh not again” you know how Cassian felt.

“Hey! What’s up? What a coincidence” you tried to sound cool, you failed again.

“What are you doing here?” Poe asked

“Yeah I walked around, and walked around, trying to find you know, things…” you giggle nerviously. “Oh god it’s too late I. Must. Go.” You took your cart and ran away. How embarrassing. You made your way to checkouts, pay for your groceries, took your bags but you didn’t move from the front of the cash registers waiting for Cassian, for the cat food, only for the cat food. Yeah.

Ten minutes passed when he got in line then you notice something strange: everyone around him went head over heels for him; the casher, other workers, the rest of people in line, everyone. They blushed, giggle nervously, some women even bit their lips while undress him with their eyes, it was like you could read their minds. The scene made you sick, your blood boiled, your hands turn into fists, you want to punch him in the face but why? Why get angry with a man who is no related to you in any way? It’s not your problem how he lives his life and, in this case, how people react to him, then what was that? you went deep in your inner crisis until Cassian snapped his fingers in front of your face. He was angry, furrowed brows, killer sight and all that shit again.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You said.

“Then how?” Cassian said softly but with sentiment. “How could be my reaction when someone put their stuff in my cart waiting for me to pay for them?” Another day, another argument began.

“First” you raised a finger, “I’m still with my stance of you paying all needed to the kittens so get used to it. Second” another finger added, “I have reasons to be mad too, what were you doing in line?”

“Doing what?”

“Wow how modest of you, how the hell did you cast a spell on all those people?”

Cassian turned around to see the cashiers sighing, waving at him, “Oh, that”. He shrugged his shoulders “I’m not sure”.

Then you were upset. “Liar”

“It’s true” he wasn’t angry anymore, he calmly tried to defend himself. “That thing happens every time I’m on a public place, works on waiters, taxi drivers, hostesses and many others.” He said while walking to the parking lot with bags on his hands leaving you behind. You followed him close.

“How and why? It’s not like you were the most handsome man in the world”

He stopped to look at you, raised an eyebrow also smirked. “Jealous?” You felt some mockery in his voice along with confidence.

You gasped “Me? As if”

“Ok then, get in the car” Cassian took the keys to turn off the alarm of his car.

“Huh?”

“Let me take you home now that I found you here” He limited to say.

“It’s not necessary” you said, “I’m a strong independent sensual person who can take their groceries all by-” in that moment your bags broke and all your stuff fell on the floor, you stood there not knowing what to do except for let out a long loud groan in frustration. When your lungs got empty you found Cassian had already put all your stuff in the trunk and started the car engine, waiting for you.

“Get in”

“Ok”

[katymacsupernatural]

Bobby’s Daughter

Sam Winchester x Reader

2000 Words

Summary:  You are Bobby Singer's daughter, who has grown up knowing the world of the Supernatural. After traveling the world, she comes back home, just in time to meet Sam and Dean Winchester. Instantly crushing on Sam, her dad gets furious.

Life for you had been one strange even after another. It hadn't always been that way. You had two loving parents, who made sure you grew up happy and loved. That is until your mother became possessed when you were just a small child, and your dad had to kill her. That is when your life changed forever.

At first your dad worked hard to keep it from you. Telling you your Mom had died of natural causes, leaving you with friends when he went off to hunt. Soon however, you stumbled upon some of his books and items, learning everything you could about the Supernatural. He had opened up to you, telling you the real reason your mother died, and what he did for a living. It did nothing but bring the two of you closer together, and he taught you everything he knew.

During your high school years he had sent you off, to study with many different teachers, not only the regular high school course work, but also how to hunt and kill every single monster out there. You could read many languages, speak a bunch too. You had lived all over the country, even traveling to Europe to study as well. But nowhere fit you better than Rapid City, South Dakota, and the junk yard you grew up in.

"Daddy!" You squealed, rushing into the house after being gone for almost a month. You had quickly parked your 1966 Mustang by the porch, not even noticing anything around you as you ran into the see the old, gray bearded man you had missed so much.

"Y/N?" He answered gruffly, coming from his favorite room, the den, his arms outstretched as he caught you and held you tightly to him. "What are you doing back so quickly? I thought you'd still be helping out on that hunt in Spain."

"Isabella has it covered. I helped her with research, and trapping the cursed object." You explained, getting a good luck at your dad. It was hard seeing him growing older, his hair more gray than brown, his face more wrinkled than before. His clothes were dirty and wrinkled, his hat about ready to be burnt. You were glad you were home, so you could take care of the old curmudgeon, even he if he didnt' say he needed any help.

"Well, since you're here, I guess it's time you finally meet the Winchesters." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You had heard about the famous Winchesters, men that your father considered his own sons. However, with all the traveling you had ended up doing, you had never had the chance to actually meet them.

Suddenly nervous, you rub your hands on your black jeans, straightening your red tank top before following your dad into the study where two extremely handsome men were standing, wiating to be introduced.

"Hey, I'm Dean. That's my younger brother Sammy." The shorter of the two, with amazing mossy green eyes spoke first, holding his hand out, a flirtatious smile on his face.

"Hi." You answered back, shaking his hand before turning your attention to his brother. While Dean hadn't been short, Sam was even taller, his body lanky but strong. His chesnut colored hair was shaggy, and he brushed it away from his eyes before he smile at you, little dimples popping out at the motion. His eyes were a multitude of colors, a whirlpool of blues and greens that you could get lost in.

"Hi Y/N, it's nice to finally meet Bobby's daughter." He said politely, shaking your hand, the feel of his rough callused hand in yours sending sparks down your arm, and you looked up to see he had noticed the instant connection too.

"So, Spain, huh?" Dean asked, tearing your attention away from his brother and back to him. "I've only been out of the country once, and that's was to dig up some old Scottish man's bones. How's Spain?"

"It was beautiful." You whispered, always in love with the places you traveled. "But it's sure nice to be back here. I missed the place."

"Just the place?" Bobby teased as he came in with a couple of beers. Handing you one, he sat down behind his desk, while you perched on the side.

"Of course not." You answered. "So, what are you guys doing here? Just visiting, or...?"

Sam came up closer to you, his broad shoulder brushing yours as he opened a book. "It's a hunt. A skinwalker. We were just asking for Bobby's help on figuring out who it was."

"Yeah, we hate to run off, but this thing is killing a lot of victim's at the local animal shelter, so we need to head back." Dean apologized, just as Bobby stood up.

"Why don't you take Y/N with you? She's good at picking out skinwalkers. She could be a big help."

"I'd love to help." You insisted, grabbing your bag from where it was laying on the floor. It would have been nice to stay home and relax, but you were always ready for another hunt. Especially if it meant you got to be closer to Sam Winchester.

Giving your father a kiss on the cheek, you followed them out onto the porch where you finally paid attention to the car you parked next to. Long, sleek and black, it was a beautiful car. "Bitchin ride." You said, making Dean puff out his chest proudly.

"Yep. She's my baby." He purred, rubbing a hand along her hood.

"Is he always this territorial over his car?" You whispered to Sam, who let out a hearty chuckle.

"Even worse." He admitted, sliding into the passenger seat, leaving you in the back seat. Settling in, you welcomed the road trip with open arms.

It was only a short drive to their hunt, only a couple of towns over, but during that time you learned some interesting facts about the brothers. First, Dean loved classic rock, and only classic rock. Sam didn't care for it, and the two brothers always seemed to argue about the volume of the radio. But you could sense they really cared for each other, and would do anything for each other, just like your Dad had told you.

"So, why have we never met before?" Sam asked, ignoring his brother who had once again turned up the radio.

"Dad always had me traveling. Thought the more educated I was, the safer I would be." You explained.

"Sounds perfect for you Sam." Dean teased. "Sammy here is pretty smart too."

By this time, Dean was pulling up in front of a large animal shelter, where you climbed out, making sure you had your silver ring and knife. Turning, you saw both men tucking silver knives into the back of their pants. The shelter had already closed, with no other cars in the parking lot, and you watched in amazement as Sam quickly picked the lot. Walking inside, you heard dogs barking or whimpering, cats meowing, and it broke your heart. You always loved animals, and it had broken your heart when your large Rotweiller had been killed.

"So, how are we going to find it?" Dean asked, looking into each cage curiously.

"I have my ring, so I can test it that way." You answered, holding up your hand. "But, there's always something about the eyes that seem to give them away."

Walking down the row of dogs, you instantly passed by the small, terrier type dogs. Most skinwalkers went for the larger breeds, with bigger teeth and claws. Looking into each cage, you petted every dog, making sure your ring came into contact with them. After the fourth or the fifth one, you shrugged. "Maybe it got adopted?"

"No, they haven't let the public in since the deaths started." Sam answered, as Dean turned his attention up to the offices, making sure nothing got overlooked up there. Pausing at the last cage on the left, you saw a mastiff, staring at you but making no move to come forward. Giving him a second glance, you noticed that the lock on his cage was broken just as he came rushing forward, knocking it open, and knocking you down on the floor.

"Sam, I think it's him!" You yelled as the dog started growling at the two of you. Pulling out your knife, you held it in front of you, hoping you were right, and that you might not be killing an innocent animal.

"Y/N." Sam warned, just as the dog lunged straight for you. Sam jumped in front of you, wrestling the dog to the ground where it changed into the form of a naked man. Pulling his knife out, Sam stabbed the man before he could finish wrapping his hands around Sam's neck, and the man slumped to the floor.

"Well, that was easy." You muttered, standing up and dusting your pants off.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked breathlessly, coming over and checking you.

Nodding, you went to say something, when you looked up, catching Sam's hazel eyes staring down at you. Without another word, he cupped your neck, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. Reaching up, you threaded your hands through his silky soft hair, letting him take control of the kiss.

"Hey guys, there's nothing in the offices. Oh..." Dean interrupted, and Sam pulled away from you. "Alright then."

He then noticed the naked man behind you, giving the two of you a thumbs up. "Good job."

After Sam and Dean had gotten rid of the body, and you had fixed the security tapes, the three of you climbed back into the Impala, heading back to Bobby's house. With the thoughts of kissing Sam still fresh in your mind, you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

"Y/N, we're back." Sam whispered,  his face close to yours, his hand on your shoulder. "Wake up."

Slowly waking up, you stretched, almost hitting Sam in the face. Taking his offered hand, you slid out of the car, walking up beside him. "So Sam, about that kiss."

"I enjoyed it, and I hope you did too." He interrupted. "And maybe you'd like to hunt with us more, so we can try to make a relationship out of this."

"Y/N!!!" Your dad yelled from the front porch, where Dean stood next to him, shrugging sheepishly. "Sam!"

"What?" The two of you asked, before you understood what had your dad so upset. He still saw you as his little daughter, and Dean probably blurted out that you and Sam had kissed.

"Sam, how dare you kiss my daughter! I've given the two of you a roof, help, whatever you needed, and this is how you repay me? By hitting on my daughter?"

"Dad, I can explain." You started.

"No, get inside and up to your room. I'll deal with you later." He grumbled, still upset.

"No." You answered, surprising him. "I won't let Sam take the fall. We kissed each other. And he just invited me to hunt with them, because we both felt something for each other."

Bobby deflated at your words. "Is that true?"

"Yes sir." Sam answered respectfully. "Y/N and I seemed to click instantly. And you have to know I will never do anything to hurt her."

"Well, better you than those wimpy men out there. At least you know this life. But if you hurt her, you will have me to answer to. Got it?" Bobby asked, and Sam nodded quickly.

Sighing, Bobby walked inside, heading straight for his den with Dean right behind him.

"I'm sorry about that. He's always been so protective." You apologized to Sam, but before you could say anything else, Sam's lips were on yours and your thoughts scattered in the wind.

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