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purplecantaloupe · 4 years

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I was scrolling through Instagram when I saw this pic. The way his hand is resting on Mike’s face. His JAW. The things this boy does to my soul is just RUDE. This pic isn’t mine (obvs)

Disclaimer: I wrote this at 1:46am at work yesterday so there definitely will be poor writing and grammar/punctuation errors.. I haven’t posted on here in awhile and I just thought that it’d be nice to give you guys something, I hope you enjoy

Warnings: like two maybe three swear words, ABUNDANT amount of fluff, the entire thing sucks and it’s not really realistic, also this is gender neutral

Word Count: 1386

So you and Calum are hanging out at one of your places, let’s say Calum’s. Duke is laying on the couch next to you on top of the large fuzzy blanket that you have thrown over you and Calum. Tummies full of pizza and wings, a scary movie playing on the tv in front of you, your head practically behind the blanket at this point.

“Cal tell me what’s going on, I can’t look; fuck them jumpscares,” you say and hold up a middle finger towards the screen, suddenly hearing a boom from the surround sound speakers in front of you. Your head immediately goes into Calum’s chest/armpit area and you grip into his thigh for dear life. You hear the vibration of a chuckle from his chest and you whimper. “Not funny…” you mumble.

Calum’s arm wraps around your waist tighter, causing your (his) shirt to ride up, he then gently rubs circles into the exposed skin with his thumb to distract you.

“No worries love, a skinwalker.. looking.. thing is chasing after one or the chicks who’s half naked,” he says trying to soften the scene for you. You open one eye—not even realizing your eyes were shut for who knows how long— and low and behold there’s a woman running from a creature as it shrieks and runs towards her before scooping her up and her screams can be heard from behind, next, and in front of you.

“Caluuum,” you whine, “that’s terrifying, how are you okay with this?” You ask and look up at him instead of the screen. He shrugs before responding.

“Dunno it’s just a movie,” he says, still rubbing circles into your side. He turns his head from the screen and presses a kiss to your temple, “I’m here to protect you, don’t worry, love.” Your favorite nickname came from his mouth instantly spreading warmth to your cheeks and security through your body.

His free hand comes up to cup the side of your face and he presses a soft and gentle kiss to your nose. Then his other hand comes up from your waist and it pulls your head down to his chest, his instinct knowing that a jumpscare was due to happen. He puts his hand over your eyes to shield you from the torment and before you can protest and question his actions he jumps, full well knowing that it was going to happen. You both let out a breath of a chuckle and his hand moves from your eyes to your shoulder.

Calum reaches up to the table, pausing the movie and you furrow your brow at him.

“Bathroom break,” he says, clearing up your confusion. You nod and look up at the screen and gasp. He had paused it at a scene where the half naked woman is now getting eaten, her picture blurry from the movement of the scene, her mouth wide open in a scream as the monster appears to be stalking her.

Calum glances at you and rubs your shoulder, “just a movie, honey. Don’t look at it if it scares you.” He says and pecks your cheek before he stands and stretches his back out. Duke hears his dad’s movements in his sleep and his ears perk up and eyes open ready to follow him no matter what.

“No my protector!” You joke gently grabbing Duke and hold him to your chest. Calum looks down at you as he stretches and chuckles.

“He’ll keep you company while I pee, isn’t that right? You’re gonna be Y/N’s guard dog from the big bad monsters.” Calum teases and you swat at his arm as it reaches down to rub Duke’s head and he gives Calum a lick on his hand in approval. Cal chuckles, “That’s my good boy,” he says before he turns to clean up a little of the food mess and drop it in the kitchen before he makes his way to the bathroom.

While Calum is gone you roll onto your back, lying on the couch, and lay Duke on your chest. You lull him back into his slumber as you rub your hand down his back gently and sigh, feeling peaceful. You pull the blanket up over Duke’s back and smile down at him and how similar he looks to an actual human baby and Calum has the same idea as he chuckles while he walks back to meet you. You start to sit back up in the position you three were in but Calum stops you.

“Just sit up a bit,” Calum says and he scoots in behind you so you’re practically lying on him, your back to his chest. You sigh, fully content with your position.

He resumes the tv and you jump again, the music of the background in the movie startling you as well as subconsciously knowing exactly what was going to happen, but the moment of content made you forget that you were scared in the first place. Your jump stirred Duke awake which made him get fed up from all the moving around and he jumped onto the floor to go lay in his bed where he wouldn’t be disturbed.

“I guess he didn’t want to protect anymore,” you say and giggle quietly. You roll over and lay face down on Calum’s chest to which he groans from the weight shift and then lets out a chuckle and wraps his arms around your back.

“The movie’s almost over, honey and then we can go to bed,” he says as he glances down and watches your head snuggle into his chest.

Once the movie ends Calum sighs as the realization sets in that all the main characters died and the ending wasn’t at all what he wished. He looked down, despite not being able to see your face he saw your back moving up and down at a rhythm which he knew meant that you had fallen asleep. He gently scooted out from underneath you and lifted you up into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom and set you down in the bed, pulling the covers up over you and he made his way into the bathroom. He did his normal night routine, pulling his shirt off, tossing it into the hamper and made his way back to you in the bed.

He saw you sitting up and practically jumps out of his skin.

“Holy shit, don’t do that oh my god.” He whispers breathless as you let out a laugh, throwing your head back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just woke up and didn’t know where you were,” you say and he nods. Making his way to his side and lying down next to you. He props himself up on his elbow, head on his hand and he looks over at you, a huge grin on his face. Your eyes and lips puffy from your nap, cheeks a little red from laying on his chest. He was totally smitten with you. “What?” You day and furrow your eyebrows but smile at him.

“You are just so beautiful, I can’t believe that I get to go to sleep with you next to me every night, I wake up next to you every morning. I get to hold you, touch you, love you. You are everything.” He whispers and you smile.

“I love you, Calum. You sappy mother fucker.” You giggle and he chuckles quietly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I love you too,” he whispers and leans up and cups the side of your face, pulling you towards him in a kiss. This kiss meant everything. It was different than many of your other kisses, this type of kiss has only happened when you least expected it. It was like you saw stars, the world stopped and you both shot up into space, head spinning, spine tingling type of kiss. Neither of you wanted to pull away but having to breathe was a factor in this situation so you reluctantly pulled away first, laying your hand on his jaw, tracing it with your finger nail. The sharp curve where his jaw meets decorated with a small amount of stubble.

“You were made for me,” he whispers into your ear.

“And you were made for me.”

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tommysparker · 4 years

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Movie Night: Hush (Baby Boy)

Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: So because everyone seemed to enjoy Movie Night so much, I decided to make a little series of unrelated events that happen during movie night in the Holland and Co. Household. Shoutout to @greenorangevioletgrass who was the BIGGEST help while writing this. Next week I’ll be posting the Peter Parker angsty fic titled Good For You, based on that song from Dear Evan Hansen, and after that is Black & White Ch. 2 so stay tuned! Also, this is the longest fic I’ve written so far so enjoy :)

Warnings: Smut (ish), handjob under a blanket, ‘scawy’ movie, couple no-no words, ruined orgasm and a bit of overstim, first time writing smut so I apologize if I did it wrong

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It was a typical movie night.

You snuggled into Tom under the warm throw-blanket, Harrison on the other side of the couch, Harry curled up on the sofa-chair and Tuwaine chilling on the floor.

The choice of film that night was “Hush”, which is more thriller than a horror movie (Tom and Harrison disagreed). So after some arguing, and maybe a broken phone, everyone finally settled down in their designated seats and watched the film

Well, almost everyone.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on Tom’s face, specifically his lips. Every so often his tongue would poke out and you couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel against your--

A sudden yelp pulled you out of your thoughts, Tom’s hand gripping your thigh as his whole body jumped, the music shrilling through the speakers. Oh for fuck’s sake.

In your defense, it had been a while since you and Tom had gotten together. Being stuck with three other divs in the house didn’t exactly leave room for much personal time. You were lucky enough to hook-up in the shower but never had enough time for it to go further.

Suddenly, an idea came to mind.

Slowly, you shifted your hand closer to Tom’s thigh, rubbing it slowly to make it seem like a comforting move. The brown-haired boy smiled, curling up closer and wrapping his arm around your shoulder so he could hold you against his chest. Big mistake buddy.

You had your legs on top of his so you were basically sitting in his lap, but not quite. Honestly, it was an awkward position but it was comfortable so neither of you was complaining. At least now your movements were less obvious. You let your hand rest near his knee for a while, before slowly sliding it upwards.

At first, Tom didn’t think anything of it and let you do whatever you were doing until the moment came when he felt a bit of pressure between his legs and his blood rush south. He tore his gaze from the television, only to meet your smug gaze as you ever-so-subtly moved your palm in agonizingly slow circles.

“W-what are you doing?” He whispered as to not alert the other boys. He reached to grab your hand but froze when you tighten your grip on his groin, biting down on his lip to hold back a groan.

You tucked your nose into his neck, speaking softly so only he could hear, “Just relax baby, enjoy the movie.” Your hand starting rubbing him through the material of his sweatpants, smirking against his skin when you felt his cock twitch under your touch.

Tom mentally cursed himself for not wearing underwear, but in all fairness, he never expected to be biting his tongue so he doesn’t make any suggestive sounds while watching a horror movie with his roommates.

After another ten minutes of painful teasing, Tom was fully hard, either from your consistent and steady rubbing, or the thrill of maybe getting caught (even though it would lead to a lifetime of embarrassment), he didn’t know. However, Tom would be lying if he said the thought of you getting him off while he was forced to suppress any noise trying to escape from the back of his throat didn’t drive him crazy. On top of all that, he was praying no one noticed how flush he’s become, and his prayers were answered surprisingly, for the most part. The boys seemed really into the film, however, you were enjoying an alternate source of entertainment.

Seeing your boyfriend with his knuckles in his mouth and squirming ever so slightly every time you gently squeezes his hard-on was the best thing you could ever lay eyes on. Tiring from the pre-show, you decided it was time to progress the main plot. Slowly, you let your fingers dip under the waistband, planting a few kisses on the brown-eyed boy’s collarbone before reaching in and wrapping your fingers around his aching dick.

Tom breathed deeply when he felt your skin touch his, and almost let out a whimper when you carefully pulled his member out so it stood hard against his lower stomach. His eyes fluttered closed at the feel of your thumb rubbing against the tip of his cock. And when you start to stroke up and down his length, he threw his head back and--

“FUCK!” Harry cursed out loud at a jumpscare.

It was a jumpscare alright because Tom practically jumped out of his seat and nearly blew the cover off. But you quickly held the blanket in place and ran a soothing hand on his chest, signaling that it’s all okay.

You could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest, and wondered if it was from the scare or your little scandal. Probably both, you decided.

Waiting ‘till everyone calmed down, you resumed your earlier movements, grinning inwardly when you felt your boyfriend tense beneath you. You lightly ran your hand over his cock, the pads of your fingers brushing against the head which made him shift.

A few more minutes go by before you start jerking him off, slowly as to not surprise him, knowing full-well how prone he is to moaning out loud at any sudden contact. The pre-cum dribbled down his cock acting as a lube while you slid your palm up and down, twisting your wrist the way he loves.

Tom was really struggling to stay quiet, to the point he had to stuff a pillow in his face, making excuses like “It’s too scary, man!” or “Oh god I can’t watch,” the Oh god being dragged out a little too long, not that anyone really paid attention. The short little dialogue you were whispering in his ear was not any help.

“Gotta stay quiet baby boy, don’t want the lads to find out about our little secret, do you?”

“God, Tommy, you should see yourself right now. All red and flustered...can’t wait to see how you look from a lower angle.”

“You’re moving too much, my love. Be good and stay still for me will you?...yes that’s much better. Now I can go harder, and faster, and no one is gonna know.”

You knew your words were driving him crazy, could see it in the way he clenched his jaw and tightened his hold on the pillow. He was getting close.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to cum, the sudden intense yelling coming from the others caused you to flinch, retracting your hand and curling up, all the while Tom used almost every bit of self-control he had left in order to not whimper aloud.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MAN?!”

“She’s deaf why the fuck is he knocking?!”

“BITCH HE’S GONNA KILL YOU RUN!”

He jumps slightly in shock, and what little control he's trying to grapple goes out the . The adrenaline still pumping through his body proving to be his undoing as small spurts of cum ran down his cock, orgasm completely ruined. His head lolled to the side a bit, brain fogged with unsatisfied lust yet the energy spent taking a physical toll on his fatigued figure.

You watched him closely, saw his bottom lip get caught between his teeth and the quiet pants that felt a lot louder in your ears. At that moment, you thought he had never looked so hot, and all you could think about was wanting more. So after giving him a few seconds to catch his breath, you waited for the next jumpscare, before taking action and resuming your previous antics, much to Tom’s surprise as a startled moan was ripped from this throat, but thankfully drowned out by the shouts of his roommates.

Tom looked at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape, to which you returned with an innocent smile and a gentle squeeze to his tip, causing him to squirm and bite back the groan that desperately wanted to escape. “W-what are y-you doing?” He whispered, hiding his face in your neck. To the naked eye, it would seem like an ordinary couple move, however, in this scenario, he was trying hopelessly to muffle any sounds he wanted to make.

You kissed his cheek, mumbling back “Your last orgasm was ruined, pretty boy. Only fair I give you a proper one.” With that said, your hand sped up, fisting his cock with ease and massaging the sensitive head.

The actor knew you well enough to know you weren’t gonna stop until you got what you wanted, but that didn’t make the unexpected overstimulation any easier to handle.

As the movie progressed, it felt as if your hand moved in rhythm with the score that played. Tom was truly trying his best to stay still for you, however you were relentless and the poor Brit was trapped in confusion of whether he wanted to buck into your hand, or shy away from the burning feeling his cock was endearing.

Harrison, sitting opposite to the couple couldn’t help but see from the corner of his eye how much Tom was moving around. “Tom, mate you alright? If you need to wiz we can pause.”

Tom really thought you were going to stop, but when you didn’t he had no choice but to power through the pleasure, or pain, he was still deciding. “N-No m’aright sunshine, j-just a-ah oh god…” his eyes slipped shut as his head fell forward into your neck.

“He’s just being a scaredy-cat, aren’t you, baby boy?” You cooed playfully, but under the blanket giving his balls a harsh squeeze, emitting a small whimper-mixed-groan that was quiet enough that only you could hear. Tom could only nod along to your excuse.

The blue-eyed boy didn’t seem convinced, but let it slide. Little did he know, his observation would send his best friend into a world of euphoria.

The idea of you actually getting caught only spurred you on, pumping his cock vigorously and Tom was about to lose it. Sensitivity aside, he could feel another knot building in his lower abdomen and he wanted nothing more than to feel your walls hug his throbbing dick. He kissed your neck, slurring his words as he miserably tried to compromise. “D-darling, why don’t we finish this in our bedroom?” His voice was airy, like every time he opened his mouth he was gasping for oxygen.

You adored the effect you had on this man, almost as much as you loved the effect he had on you. “Don’t be silly, Tommy. The movie is almost over… let’s see if you can cum before it does, shall we?”

And he did, the pressure building up inside exploding as the girl in the movie stumbled out of the house covered in blood. Hey, everyone has their kinks.

Tom moaned into your shoulder, cum flying out of his head and all over your hand, bits landing on his upper torso, but most of it getting caught on the underside of the blanket.

Thinking quickly, you picked up your drink and “accidently” spilled it all over the cover, cursing loudly to drown out your boyfriend’s whimpers. “Ah, fuck shit! Fan-fucking-tastic. Ugh.”

All heads turned to you, as you mock-complained while simultaneously riding out Tom’s climax. He panted heavily, eyes hooded as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“I’ll put it in the wash. Tommy, do you mind helping me?” You looked down at the boy, face flushed and chest heaving.

“O-Okay…” He knew there was no point in arguing. Like he said, if you want something, you’ll get it. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tom quickly tucked his flaccid dick back into his sweats, using the blanket to wipe his chest subtly while he got up.

“You boys have fun cleaning up,” You smiled before dragging your boyfriend to the laundry room.

“....They’re gonna fuck, aren’t they?" “Oh definitely.”

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Before anyone says anything, it’s canon Tom has called Haz “sunshine” before so that’s why I added at that in there definitely not because I ship them or anything

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Tom Holland: @rubberducky-jrr

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chimsmybestfriend · 7 years

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No More

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst (it’s barely there) / Fluff

Words: 2k+

“Fuck, I can’t watch this anymore!” you whisper exasperatedly, peeking through your fingers at the large cinema screen in front of you, tired of all the jumpscares and loud screeching violins booming out of the speakers. Jungkook chuckles quietly next to you while Yoongi grumbles a ‘shhh’ to you, both their eyes glued onto the screen. You want to get up and leave, but the ghost’s horrific face in the movie is already burned into your memory and you didn’t dare leave the dark cinema alone.

You hated this, the fact that you were forced into watching this movie late at night by Yoongi just because you lost that stupid bet about Jungkook getting a girlfriend.

“Look, that girl just isn’t Jungkook’s type, okay? I mean Lisa’s the complete opposite of him, and she doesn’t even like lamb skewers.” Yoongi snickered at you as you both watch Jungkook and his ‘future’ girlfriend talk about god knows what at the far end table of the dimly lit restaurant, both of you shielded from their view.

“Didn’t you know that opposites attract, Y/N?”

You set your glass down on the table and roll your eyes at Yoongi who’s got a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Okay, wanna bet, then?” You’re pretty confident that Jungkook’s going to ditch the girl, so you decide you’ll play the bet with Yoongi.

You nod at him, “So what happens if you win?”

The corners of his mouth curl upwards slowly as he brings his hands together and leans towards you, making him look almost sinister under the harsh light which falls onto his face. “Watch a horror movie with me and Jungkook, at midnight. And – you can’t back out.”

Your jaw drops slightly at this as you already feel fear slowly arise in your stomach, actually thinking that Yoongi was cruel for doing this. He knows how much you loathe horror movies and how badly it can affect your sleep, once making you skip a day of classes because you couldn’t get any sleep at all.

“Okay,” you sit back against the seat and cross your arms over your chest with a grimace on your face. “If I win, I’ll call you every day for a week and ask Seokjin to tell you a total of ten dad jokes.”

Yoongi groans loudly, “Can’t you think of something worse, Y/N?” he asks desperately, his expression making you hold back a smile.

“I’m pretty sure that this is the worse I can do for you. It’s settled, then?” You glance at Jungkook and Lisa, and it seems that Lisa can’t stop laughing at something he said, the both of them seem much closer and comfortable together than they were before.

Well, shit.

“Jungkook’s gonna get the girl, trust me,” he winks at you.

And he obviously does about a week later, barging into your room where you and Yoongi were both debating about whether zombies could survive without oxygen or not.

“So guess what?” Jungkook asks enthusiastically, a grin which showed his bunny teeth etched into his face, definitely bringing good news as he sits down across the both of you. Or maybe just for Yoongi. Seeing him look happy was enough to make you smile, but it quickly falters when you see a triumphant grin take form on Yoongi’s face. The next four words that came out of his mouth made your stomach drop straight to your feet.

“I got a girlfriend!” he exclaims. Yoongi makes his way over to Jungkook to congratulate him, patting his back proudly as you force yourself to appear as happy and enthusiastic as possible in front of Jungkook. You’re happy for him, but you’re upset at what’s about to come and bite your ass.

“Jungkook, that’s great! I’m so happy for you,” you say. Yoongi approaches you and places a warm hand on your shoulder, startling you a little bit.

“Hey, let’s watch a movie to celebrate, yeah? My treat,” Yoongi suggests casually, probably glad that he won the bet and wouldn’t have to listen to Seokjin’s dad jokes seventy times in a week.

“That sounds great, what movie are we watching?”

“The Conjuring 2. At midnight, if that’s okay with you.”

Jungkook glances over at you with a look of concern on his face, “The Conjuring 2? Y/N wouldn’t want to wat-“

“Oh, she does. She’s been raving about it to me the entire month, right, Y/N?”

You grit your teeth hard, “Oh yeah, definitely.”

Jungkook, who’s completely fooled by your acting just breaks out into another happy grin, “Well that’s great then. I’ll see you guys soon!” He gives you a quick hug before he’s out of the door, leaving you and Yoongi alone as you glare at him, wishing lasers would magically come shooting out of your eyes.

Now you’re here, stuck between a complete asshole and a guy who’s completely oblivious to your suffering. You should’ve at least brought a pair of earmuffs so you could block out the intense horrific music, then your hands would be sufficient enough to cover your eyes.

After what seems like an eternity, the movie finally ends and the credits start to roll. You curse every single one of the characters in the movie, especially the main protagonist. The three of you walk out of the cinema and you cling onto Jungkook’s arm the entire time as though it would keep you emotionally grounded and prevent you from going into hysteria.

You feel someone nudge your arm gently, the little gesture itself already making your heart almost leap out of your chest but feel instant relief when you see that its only Yoongi with a shit eating smirk on his face.

“That wasn’t too bad, right? I mean, you survived didn’t you?”

This time, you feel anger wash over your entire body and course through your veins. He knew how much you hated horror movies, yet he made you watch one of the scariest ones over a dumb bet. You would’ve preferred to do anything else besides that, though you couldn’t help but feel that it was your fault for believing that Jungkook and Lisa wouldn’t end up together.

You turn around on your heel and face him, pointing a finger into his chest which wipes the smirk off his face instantly.

“You. Because of you, I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight, or maybe for this entire fucking month because this was the worst horror movie I’ve ever seen. Because of you, I’m going to be scared of taking a shower, with the fear that a terrifying face will appear when I open my eyes after I’m done shampooing my hair! Because of you, I’m going to live in constant fear of god knows what following me around and watching me in my sleep!”

Yoongi and Jungkook are both in shock at your sudden outburst, and Yoongi begins to open his mouth to speak but you’re already walking away from the both of them, feeling their eyes bore into your back. Poor Jungkook, he didn’t need to see that.

“I want to go home, now,” you bark at the both of them..

And so fifteen minutes later at three in the morning, you reach your house after a car ride with Jungkook and Yoongi that’s filled with complete, awkward silence. They knew better than to agitate you even more while you’re already fuming, so they kept quiet the entire ride.

You step out of the car and close the door, about to head into your house when Jungkook calls out your name as the car window slides down, revealing Jungkook with a look of utmost concern and sympathy on his fake.

“Will you be okay, Y/N?” he asks?

You glance at Yoongi who’s staring straight into the road with an unreadable expression on his face as he grips the steering wheel hard, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

You smile reassuringly at Jungkook, leaning into the car window to give him a quick hug.

“I’ll be fine, Kookie. Good night.”

You unlock your front door, instantly switching on the lights when you step inside of the living room. You feel safe with the lights on, so you stick your head outside of the door and wave at Jungkook who signals Yoongi to drive off.

You sneak up the stairs to your bedroom quietly, making sure to not make any noise and risk waking your parents up who’ll start complaining about how late you are. Actually, you wouldn’t really mind their company right now. You finally reach your bedroom, freshen up in the bathroom – which you manage to do successfully as you kept yourself distracted with happy thoughts, and then change into a t-shirt and shorts.

You crawl under the silk covers, making sure that your whole body, especially your feet were covered just in case something decided to yank it from under the bed and pull you to your death.

Here comes the hardest and worst part, trying to sleep.

Your mind is fully awake, trying to convince you that you weren’t alone in the room, making fear constantly present itself unwelcomingly in the back of your mind. The face of the protagonist in the movie is etched into your mind, making you toss and turn in your bed as you try your best to drown out your negative thoughts by reciting your favorite songs and memories in your head.

That’s right, Y/N, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts. Think of your two best friends, and how happy you are for Jungkook now that he’s finally got a girlfriend. Think of Yoongi, and how big of an ass-

What was that?

You hear a loud thump against your roof tiles, the sound coming from the window right across your bed.

You feel your stomach clench painfully with fear as your breathing accelerates and the sound of your heart pounding erratically against your chest drowns out the noises of whatever it is that's lurking outside of your window. You know you should probably hide under the covers even though it only provided a false feeling of protection to you, but you're frozen in place, your wide eyes attached to your window as you squeeze your pillow tightly to your chest.

Suddenly, a pale hand appears, grasping onto your window ledge as it begins to pull itself into your window, soon a long arm appearing and finally – a body drops onto your bedroom floor with a muffled grunt.

Wait a minute.

Ghosts don't grunt… right?

You jump out of your bed swiftly and turn the light on.

Laying on the floor across from you – panting and out of breath, was Yoongi.

“Hey, Y/N,” he mumbles as his chest moves up and down, peering up at you from the floor.

You close your eyes for a minute and take deep breaths, giving yourself a moment to gather your composure. It’s just Yoongi, and not anyone or anything else. Get yourself together, Y/N. He’s out of breath, you need to help him.

You walk over to him and help him up, making him sit on your bed, “Stay here, okay? I’ll get some water for you.” You return quickly with a glass of ice cold water and hand it over to him which he gulps down quickly, and then proceeds to sit against the headboard of your bed.

You sit across him and place your hands in your lap, curiosity forming in your mind as to why he was here. “So tell me, Yoongi, why did you decide to climb through my bedroom window and scare the living shit out of me?” you ask.

He places the glass down on the floor, trying his best to not meet your eyes. “I, uh… I felt bad for forcing you into watching the movie so…,” he trails off as a light blush spreads across his cheeks.

Your eyebrows quirk up in surprise at his confession, thinking that he came to terrorize you even more. “You’re here to make me feel better?” you ask.

“Look, I know I was mean to you, Y/N, but I’m here to make up for it. I know the movie was… worse than the other ones you’ve seen, right?”

You nod your head lightly, shivering when the protagonist’s face appears in your mind once again. Yoongi notices you shiver and he’s suddenly right in front of you, pulling you into an embrace which makes your heart stop momentarily, then starts beating furiously against your chest.

Min Yoongi is holding you. In his arms. You can smell the faint scent of caramel popcorn and his favorite coffee that lingers in his t-shirt, and you find yourself leaning into his body, whether it was intentionally or unintentionally, you’ll never know. All you know is that you find yourself enjoying the scent of him, and the feel of his arms wrapped tightly and comfortingly around your body.

You never thought that Yoongi was the type to comfort you like this, since he never really seemed to care about most things, though you do know that he's actually a really caring and kind person underneath his constant grim expression and foul moods. Strangely though, you found yourself tolerating him and once you really got to know him, you knew that he only showed his true self to those he trusted – to those he really loved.

“Y/N,” he whispers into your hair, “I’m really sorry.”

You hear his heart beating softly against his chest as you press your ear over his heart, the gentle thumping of his heart beating making you feel even more comfortable than you already were – in his arms.

“It's okay,” you mumble, “I’m actually glad you're here, asshole. Even though you scared the living shit out of me.”

You feel his body vibrate lightly beneath yours as he chuckles quietly, his hand beginning to tangle itself in your hair as he brushes through it with his long fingers. “I’ll be here as long as you want me to, okay? If you want me to leave, just let me know.”

He’s here for you. Because he cares about you. You don't think you could ever possibly turn him down. Not even once.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, only to find him looking down into your eyes tenderly. “I don't ever want you to leave, Yoongi,” you whisper.

He reaches a hand out tentatively and places it on your flushed cheek as he begins to stroke it gently with his thumb.

And suddenly –

His lips are on yours.

You freeze momentarily, but your lips respond by moving gently against his as you to relish in the softness and delicious taste of his lips while sparks and colorful flashes of fireworks explode inside your head, behind your closed eyes. He places his hand at the nape of your neck and slowly massages the area, sending tingles in all directions over your body. Your body is pressed flush against his, the warmth radiating from his body surrounding you with comfort and coziness, making you feel as though you were slowly being engulfed by bliss – the absolutely wonderful feeling of warmth and love which Yoongi provided you so readily – so easily.

All this time, how could you not have known?

You were in love with him.

And you knew without a doubt – that he was too.

Your lips finally pull apart, and you both take a while to catch your breaths as you press your foreheads against each other, now reveling in the silence in your room.

“Min Yoongi, what does this make us?”

“Y/N,” he whispers with a raspy voice while pressing his lips lightly to your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “we can be whatever the hell you want to be, as long as we're together.”

A wide grin spread across your cheeks as happiness washes over you knowing that he felt the same way about you as you felt about him. You push him down onto your bed, snuggling up to his chest as he wraps his arms around you, pulling your body tightly to his.

“Mmm,” he coos, “I’m going to love getting used to this, Y/N.”

“Well you won't get any of this if you make me watch another horror movie, Yoongi. I’ll torture you with Jin’s dad jokes. Forever.”

His face morphs into an expression of feign shock, earning a small chuckle from you as you lean down to capture his lips again.

“No more horror movies, I promise.”

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From May 9th, 2020- A nightmare

In this dream universe, i wasn’t myself, and my parents weren’t my parents. I also had a sister named Meghan. We’d moved into a three-story house, and it was a very peculiar place. The bottom floor was underground. Not really a basement, an actual floor. The floor you could enter the house through was the middle one and there was another floor above it, Every floor had many doors and hallways, and you couldn’t really tell where each one of them would lead. The walls on the inside of the house were white, but very dirty and old looking, but not in a cozy, “let’s give this place a makeover” way; rather, it seemed like the perfect setting for a horror movie. The front door wasn’t centered. It was right at the corner of the front wall, and the house looked from the outside as if it was looking down on you, menacingly. Ready to attack.

The entire time, the dream’s vibe was odd, to say the least. To try to describe what it felt like, it seemed as if the entire dream happened during those short seconds before a jumpscare happens; those seconds during which you are standing at the edge of your seat, knowing you’re about to get scared, with all of the uneasiness that comes with that, but you’re not there yet.

The four of us got in and started exploring, starting with the underground floor. It was very cold in there, to the point where you could see the your breath when you spoke. All of the doors were closed, and they had two locks each. One was the regular one, that’s close to the doorknob, and the other one was below it. As we walked further into the longest hallway, it got darker behind us. All of the doors were a light shade of grey, and made out of wood. The paint was chipped and there were lots of stains at the bottom of all of them. Like the house, they looked really old.

We walked through until we reached an open area (dream physics, I guess). It was an old looking area, with a precarious looking spiral staircase that took us to another hallway. It was a shorter one this time, and there was only one door at the end. It was a black door. We lightly touched the door and that caused it to open. All of a sudden, as it slowly opened, all of the other doors got bust open at the same time. When the black dook was fully open, nothing could be seen inside of it. It was just really dark. Then, a woman’s voice came out of it. She was screaming “HELLO, I’M (i don’t remember her name). 24 YEARS OLD. DEAD.”

We all ran back to the main floor, which is where our rooms were set. Each one of us slept alone in a different room. I remember locking both locks in all of the doors in that floor. Then, I got back to my room. It had a door that had access to the hallway and another one that (again, dream logics) lead to the inside of a building, facing a door that I assume led to an apartment (from what it looked like). I went to bed, but as soon as i closed my eyes, all of the doors in the house busted open again, with a very loud noise. My mom appeared, yelling at me for not locking the doors, and we started walking down the hallway again, closing them back, as I yelled back at her saying I did lock them.

My father started going down the stairs to the underground floor. He said he was going to talk to the “woman” inside the door. I could only hear the woman’s voice saying that something inaudible wasn’t so bad. My mom and I started setting a dinner table, and Meghan sat down, and looked very angry. I told her I was sorry for how much attention my parents had to give me because of “the haunting problem”. She said she was only mad at my “face albums”. From what I understood of that situation, i was some sort of musician, and the album covers had photos of faces, which Meghan didn’t like at all. I apologized and told her I’d already put them away, since I knew she didn’t like them. She was still mad.

My father came back from the underground level and said that the voice in the black door came from a “friendly demon”, while laughing. He said that he thought so because she called him by his nickname. I got mad at him for joking about the situation. All of a sudden, he went through the kitchen door and, looking at me from the outside, he asked if i wanted to sell my soul. I told him to wait, because the lady in the door started speaking again and I was trying to hear what she was saying. I couldn’t though, so I looked back at him and said something among the lines of “obviously not. I pray every night and this seems like a terrible idea”. I then woke up, very scared.

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