#pakhiya | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

jake-g-lockley · 1 year

Text

Lucky Charms (Steven Grant x reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist | Want to be tagged?

A/N: Storytime! I was volunteering the other day and had a little special patient who jumped up at my counter. Picture of little Tefe at the end of this + some beautifully curated puns by the lovely Dellie Williams (@pakhiya). Thank you to @in-between-the-cafes for suggesting this and for all the lil ideas, my heart is literally so full as I write this.

Word Count: 2 k

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Steven pursed his lips and stuffed the last of the cataloged items back onto the shelf. Oh, how he hated stock checking. He had to, Donna would be furious in the morning if he didn’t. He stepped back to admire his wall of souvenirs and sighed, finally done for the night.

He looked around him and the whole museum was dark, except for the spotlight that was illuminating him and his gift shop. He turned to stuff his belongings into his bag when suddenly a sound made him stop.

“I must just be tired innit?” he mumbled to no one in particular when the sound caught his ear again.

“Steven, I hear it too,” Marc’s voice echoed from inside of his head and Steven audiably gulped.

The last time Marc and he had heard a sound in the museum so late at night, it ended with Steven almost getting thrown into jail and sacked, not to mention almost ripped apart by an Egyptian Jackal.

“Hermano, we’re gonna break the table.” Jake’s soft voice hurled Steven back to reality as his hand unwillingly let go of the edge of the table he was gripping. The sound made Steven swivel his head as his eyes grew big with fear.

“Must just be an echo, look, I think it’s coming from our right.” Marc urged, trying his best to keep Steven calm.

As Steven walked towards the centre of the museum, a gust of wind carded through his curls from the open entrance. Only then he noticed that it had started pouring outside. He watched the rain wash over the entrance of the museum for a while until the soft sound came again, this time a little louder.

“Steven, look down.” Jake suddenly says, making Steven stop in his tracks.

There were tiny puddles of water that ended behind a statue in front of Steven. He mumbled a little prayer and tiptoed to the front of the statue, his eyes landing on a tiny bundle at its feet. Steven scrambled slightly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and turning on the flash as his eyes failed to register what the bundle was in the darkness. He shone his flashlight to the bundle, only to see wet orange and black fur was curled up.

“Guys! I think it's a kitten!” Steven whispered, earning a small meow from the kitten.

“Poor thing, it's all wet, must have crawled in because of the rain.” Steven’s eyes drew together as Jake spoke up, his voice a touch softer than it had even been when he was with the boys.

“Since when did you become soft?” Marc huffed and Steven chuckled softly, kneeling down.

Steven pulled his handkerchief from his pocket, slowly wrapping it around the cat and picking it up. Big sad green eyes stared up at him and Steven swore that his heart physically broke a little. She had ears that were too big for her head and was shivering from the cold. Steven began to shush the kitten, rubbing her head with soft circles as he cradled her close.

“We should give you a name.” Steven whispered as the kitten meowed at him.

“No, Steven, no naming the cat, we don’t need another living thing to take care of, we have fish.” Marc rushed through his words, but Steven smartly pushed him to the front and Marc ended up face to face with the tiny wet kitten.

“Awe man, fuck you Steven, lets call her Angel.” he said softly, stroking her tiny paw.

“Don’t swear in front of the baby, dumbass.” Jake pushed forward and kissed her forehead. “I think we should call her Luna.”

“You guys wait, I know what we can name her.” Steven pushed forward once again, staring up at the statue before him.

The goddess Tefnut stared down at Steven and he raised the kitten up so that her face was beside Tefnut’s.

“Our little lioness, Tefnut, Tefe for short.” Steven sighed and the boys agreed enthusiastically in the back of his head.

The kitten meowed again at Steven and he brought her to his chest, giving her his body warmth.

“Alright, let's go home, shall we? A nice warm hot water bottle and a bowl of food should get you all happy.” he whispered softly to his new friend, walking towards his work station.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You let the spoon rest on your mouth and paused as you heard a large crash outside. Immediately, you grabbed your bowl of cereal and walked to the front door, swinging it open.

There stood your cute neighbour, Steven Grant. His hair and shirt were drenched from the rain and he was holding something in the crook of his arm and had an expression of pain on his face as he stared at the flowerpot he broke and the soil on his foot.

“Fuc-shit sorry, did I wake you?” He whispered worriedly, his weight all on one foot as he leaned against his door.

You shook your head and he took note of the spoon in your mouth and cereal bowl in your hands, smiling through the pain that was edging in his foot. A small meow made your mouth drop open, the spoon falling out as your eyes dropped to the bundle in Steven’s arms. You stepped closer, crossing the threshold hesitantly, eyeing what looked like Steven’s jacket at the crook of his arm. Protectively, Steven stepped back until his whole back was flushed against the door.

Another meow sounded and you stared wide eyed up at Steven, caging him in, eyes scanning the bundle. A small paw popped out and you swooned, smiling at Steven before tickling the paw with your pinky. Steven couldn't move, not because a human in a huge snuggie holding a bowl of cereal was blocking his way, but because that human looked like an angel who was tickling his kitten’s paw.

“The simp is stuck again.” Jake murmured in the headspace and Marc stifled a giggle.

Steven internally rolled his eyes and stared down at you as you unwrapped the little bundle without a word. Your fingers grazed his bare forearm and goosebumps made Steven shiver.

“Awe, who are you sweet baby?” you cooed, clearly at the kitten but Steven looked up to the rickety ceiling hoping that the real Tefnut could hear how grateful he was from the universe beyond.

He looked down just in time for you to search for his eyes again. You batted those dangerous eyelashes at him questioningly and Steven gulped again.

“I, uhh, she crawled into the museum and was wet and cold, couldn’t leave her there.” he mumbled and watched as you ran a finger along her nose.

“You wanna come over to my place? I have a new hot water bottle.” you softly said and Steven was already peeling himself off his door to stand upright.

You opened your door and ushered Steven inside. He kicked his wet shoes off and stood at the front, a little unsure, his arms still cradling the kitten protectively

You set the bowl of cereal aside and ran to the kitchen, turning the kettle on. You grabbed the laundry basket and lined it with two towels that were fresh out of the dryer. You went outside and set the basket on the table. Steven didn’t know what got into him but he nudged you and gestured for you to hold the kitten and place her into her basket. Steven stepped ultra close to you as his arms opened up and the kitten gently transferred into your arms. You stood there, staring at him while he looked on lovingly at the kitten, your heart swelling to the tune of his soft breaths as you bit your lip softly.

“Pretty.” you say before you can stop yourself.

“Isn’t she?” Steven said without missing a beat.

“Ay dios mio.” sounded Jake’s voice at the back of his head and loud laughter echoing in his head, making Steven’s eyes snap to yours.

Maybe it were the two men causing an absolute catastrophe in his head or maybe it was the way you were already looking at him that made Steven realise that you were not talking about the kitten in your arms. A red tinge creeped up Steven’s face and you turned around with the cat, smiling to yourself. You kissed the kitten’s forehead as you cooed gently, setting her into her new cot of towels.

The kettle clicked off and you rushed past Steven to the kitchen. Steven’s eyes followed your quick feet and he found himself following you, leaning against the doorway and watching as you twirled around the kitchen. You pulled tea bags and mugs out of the cupboard and methodically started to make tea, saving some of the hot water to pour in the hot water bottle.

You didn’t notice Steven standing at the doorway until you turned to grab a smaller towel to wrap around the hot water bottle. You stared at the dazed expression he wore on his face and your eyes dropped to his lips were set, like flowers that were ready to be picked for offerings. You found yourself stepping closer to him as you took in his beautiful face. His hair was still dripping and his lashes curled magnificently, shielding his beautiful chocolate eyes. Suddenly, you felt his hands against yours and you blinked up at him.

“The kitten…” Steven whispered, breaking your spell.

You yanked your hands away and left the bottle in his hands, turning to the tea and Steven grinned at your cuteness, skipping slightly as he walked back to where his Tefe was.

A few minutes later, you came out carrying a new towel and a tray of things that you set down on the dining table. You handed the towel to Steven and set out a plate of biscuits and tea in front of him before taking the bowl of mashed sardines mixed with water and setting it in the kitten’s basket. She immediately crawled out of her warm dwelling and sniffed at the food you put out in front of her. You softly encouraged her and in a few seconds, she was going to town on the mashed fish.

“Lucky Charms?” Steven’s voice cut through the thick atmosphere.

“Hmm? Oh right, my late night snack.” you said, clicking your tongue and smiled.

Steven smiled at you and couldn’t help but think that he had found his lucky charm and it was now noisily licking fish off a plate.

“Thought of any names?” you asked Steven softly, not taking your eyes off the hungry kitten

“Tefnut, or Tefe for short. Like the goddess of moisture and rainfall.” He answered softly.

“Interesting. Any reason?” you turned to him and your heart quickened.

“Well, it's a real coincidence really, we- I found her under the statue of Tefnut and it’s well, raining.” You knew Steven was itching to say more but was holding back nervously.

“Come on, tell me more.” you pushed on and Steven’s eyes lit up.

You both spent hours like that, taking turns holding little Tefe and her new hot water bottle, talking about everything under the light of the moon that was slowly emerging out of the storm’s clouds.

You didn’t know how you ended up on the couch, your head in Steven’s lap, slowly waking up as the sun’s rays tickled your eyes. You sat up to see the kitten curled up against Steven’s neck, Steven’s eyes pleasantly closed as he snored softly. You gently kissed the kitten and turned to look at Steven before kissing him on the cheek too.

You sit up a little more to look past Steven, grinning at your boss who was sitting at your dining table. Her cat eyes sent a wink your way and you blushed at the little trick she had played after you spent hours ranting about Steven to her. You look back down at Khonshu’s avatar and kissed him once more on his forehead before getting up and starting your day, letting him sleep in a little more.

Steven swore that he could feel something soft touch his forehead and his eyes fluttered open moments after you left the room, leaving your signature dewy and monsoon scent in your wake as the little kitten snuggled closer into his neck.

Bonus: @pakhiya’s puns and Tefe baby 🥺

Tagging: @fandxmslxt69 @randomnessfangirl @in-between-the-cafes @bodhisattva11 @marc-spectors-wife @nyotamalfoy @steven-grants-world @jbearre85 @whatsliferightnow @excitedcurtain864 @minigirl87 @wonderfulboiledcoldpotato @autismsupermusicalassassin @alexxavicry @flordelalunas @marygraceee @lia275 @euphoricosmo @sky-robin @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @celiaswife @violet-19999 @melodygatesauthor @romanarose @swiggy-needs-mental-help @ghostheartbeat @kierramofficial @ryebreadsworld @your-voice-is-mellifluous @lil-stark @absolutelybloodyhopeless @mintpurplemnm

Reblogs are appreciated ~~~

326 notes · View notes

die-schwanenkoenigin · 2 months

Text

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up!

I was tagged by @agaywithcoffee and @whodoesnataliehave, thank you both so much! ☺️💕

1. Summer Sunshine - The Corrs

2. No Doubt - Camila Cabello

3. Holiday (Acoustic Version) - Little Mix

4. KU LO SA - Oxlade

5. No (Acoustic Version) - Little Mix

I'm going to go ahead and tag @ptolftos-blog, @dummerjan, @amazingspider-boy, @lilolilyr, @dustnfeathers, @pakhiya, @sarahstreep7, @avataraloy, @toboldlynerd and @ramb-of-god! But, as usual, no pressure. xx

#agaywithcoffee #whodoesnataliehave #thank youuuu i love being tagged 😭😭😭#and look. nobody is ever going to know my fave playlist is actually a little mix one with exactly 10 songs on it <3

9 notes · View notes

luke-o-lophus · 2 years

Text

Tag nine people to get to know them better with some fun facts!

Thanks for the tag @drifting-pieces-blog-blog and @scarabgrant !! Hope you're having a good day!

Fav Colour : Shades of violet all the way to light lavendar. Teal.

Currently Reading : Just dozens of research papers and fanfiction at the moment. Last book I read was probably Darwin Comes to Town by Menno Schilthuizen

Last Song : Kana Yaari by Coke Studio Pakistan

Last Movie : A documentary called Salam on Netflix, on the life of Nobel laureate Abdus Salam

Sweet/savoury/spicy: Savoury or spicy depending on mood. Not a fan of sweet usually, unless to balance spicy out

Currently working on: My Master's thesis! It's due in less than two weeks. I'm also planning on some other work and art projects. Physical and mental health kinda in the back burner right now. Trying to plan so that I have something in my daily life other than the work. Looking forward to easier days and some more fun work!

No pressure tagging : @brekkers-desigirl @pakhiya @thatsthewrongwallcraig @stormkobra-5 @gratefulstranger @devilish-mirage @mandalorian-theway @asgardiandeadpoetsociety @wysteria-clad

#luke shares

110 notes · View notes

bit-dodgy-innit · 1 year

Text

Awwwww @pakhiya !! Thank you so much for the kind words!! Thrilled you enjoyed!!

Re: Heaven Sent You to Me

3 notes · View notes

astralis01 · 1 year

Text

Incorrect Quotes But It’s My Friend and I

Me: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. My friend, @pakhiya: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

#we are memes #incorrect quotes #incorrectringsofpower #might have been an actual conversation we had #love you like a love song #but like platonically #incorrect quotations

3 notes · View notes

arshchronicles · 2 months

Text

KOI BAN GAYA RONAQ PAKHIYA DI

KOI CHORH KE SHEESH MEHAL CHALEYA

KOI PALEYA NAAZ TE NAKHREYA VICH

KOI GARAM REIT TE THALL CHALEYA

KOI BHUL GAYA MAQSAD AVAN DA

KOI KAR KE MAQSAD HALL CHALEYA

GULAAM FAREEDA ETHE SAB MUSAFIR NE

KOI AJ CHALEYA, KOI KAL CHALEYA."

#sheikfarid #Punjabi #quotes

#punjabi #life quotes #Farid #sheikhfarid #punjabi quotes.#trending on tumblr #poems on tumblr #sydney #amritsar

0 notes

xeecreation · 3 years

Video

youtube

Koi Ban Gaya Ronaq Pakhiya Di Kalam Khawaja Gulam Fareed Best Sufi Short...

#Sufi Kalam Lyrics In Urdu/Punjabi : کوئی بن گیا رونق پکھیاں دی کوئی چھوڑ کے شیش محل چلیا Koi Ban Gaya Ronaq Pakhiya Di Koi Chor K Sheesh Me

0 notes

odishaphotos · 2 years

Text

Pakhiya

Indian raindrops made of barda leaves.

A kind of horse object used to protect the birds from the rain. It is made of dried bark leaves and looks like a boat to look at. It can cover the head to the waist. In the past, many wage earners and farmers worked under cover.

Behavioral behavior--

Some tribes in Odisha and Madhya Pradesh worship it with Kadamba trees during the festival. In the human body, the wings have been shown solely to give a sense of proportion.

0 notes

bubuslutty · 10 months

Text

part 11: my hobbies include annoying a depressed man in his 40s on WhatsApp.

a/n: pls click the pictures for better quality.

tag list (pls ask to be added or removed): @bobastayhigh @weblesstherains @h-leigh @unspokenmoon @ahookedheroespureheart @thursdaywritings @gebstargeb @softieekayy @fem-moony @peachjellypackets @pakhiya

184 notes · View notes

bubuslutty · 2 months

Text

Before you get excited and put on the cape

a/n: yee yeeee. same drill. click the images for better quality. and enjoy 🌙 (also, @pakhiya im sending you virtual chocolates and warm blankets. thank you for you kind ask)

Tag list (pls ask to be added or removed): @bobastayhigh @weblesstherains @h-leigh @unspokenmoon @ahookedheroespureheart @thursdaywritings @gebstargeb @softieekayy @fem-moony @peachjellypackets @pakhiya @darlinglittledevil @anixluxtt @mrs-cupidd @gebgeb @poeticabomination @runny-mascara

27 notes · View notes

popquizhot-shot · 2 years

Text

Enough

moon knight system x fem!reader

ok so this fic is wildly self-indulgent and all the feeling thats written has happened to me or is happening to me :') please reblog and comment!

@just-laufeyson @jake-g-lockley @pakhiya @winter-moony

TW: panic attack, self-deprecating thoughts, i've literally inserted myself into this fic, comparison, fear of failure, lots of crying, anger. might have errors idk.

REPOSTING BECAUSE TAGS WEREN'T WORKING FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS AND I WAS TOO LAZY~

···

It was becoming too much. The stress of exams, the late nights, the constant thought that was playing in your head like some stupid broken record- you're going to fail, you're going to fail, you're going to fail.

And you knew that it was a possibility. While you were able to choose what you wanted to do, you also had one compulsory subject to take-mathematics.

What you were pursuing was journalism, which was the polar opposite of math and the whole reason you chose to be a journalist was because you hated math. And honestly you sucked at it. Your fear of exams and fear of failure didn't exactly help the situation.

You were bent over a rough notebook, trying to solve the stupid problem at around 1 am while Steven was worriedly looking at you periodically from his position opposite you as he read another book.

Ever since you were a kid, you wanted to be like your brothers, who excelled at everything. Your parents never compared you to them, even going so far as to scolding you for even thinking that you weren't as good as them. But you knew the truth, you knew that every time they saw the C or D appear in your report card for mathematics or science, they'd wonder why you were the way you were.

Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't. What was true was the fact that, that was what you thought. Why can't I be as good as them?

When they were in 10th, one of them was head boy, he was in a band, he had people swooning over him, he was loved by teachers and students alike, and on top of that, he got over 95 percent in everything. While the other was house captain, won awards, was respected. And again, got 95 percent in everything.

And you? when you were in 10th, you lost the student elections, you weren't as good at sports as you used to be, you sucked at math and science 'the important subjects' and the only awards you used to win weren't for amazing things. Everyone you had a crush on went and dated your best friends and you were left wondering what the hell was wrong with you, why you weren't loved like you wanted to be loved. Why, when you had so much love to give, no one wanted it, not even platonically. You realized the answer. You were not enough. That was how you felt through college and now even in university.

So even when you were assured everyday by your boyfriends, (how you landed them, you had no idea) that they loved you, you had that doubt, that fear. That just like almost everyone in your life, they too would stop wanting your love.

That fear, coupled with the stress and pressure, made you want to burst into tears. And then you'd berate yourself, comparing yourself to them. They handled so much shit in their life, so much pressure, so many life-threatening situations and here you were, panicking at the mere thought of a simple damn exam. Pathetic.

As your answer came wrong, again, you felt like tearing the notebook up and throwing it out the window and then sobbing your heart out because it was too much and you were screaming into your hand because your head was pounding and your hands hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for weeks.

When you felt strong hands pulling your own from your face you realized that you just did what you were thinking about.

Shit. Shitshitshitshit. You ruined their flat, you'd thrown the book out, you disturbed Steven, you made a fool out of yourself, youwere a failure what was wrong with you?

"Love? Love? You're panicking, hey, hey it's okay! Deep breaths darling, in and out." Steven's calm voice filled your senses as he breathed in, his movements accentuated so that you could follow them, and breathed out.

After a while, your breathing was slowed to normal and the man in front of you smiled softly and kissed your forehead.

That little show of affection was enough for you to pull him into a hug as you sank onto your knees, him falling with you as you sobbed into his chest. Your body was shaking and you were sure that his shirt was now ruined with tears and mucus.

"I just want to be good enough." you muttered out between sobs.

Steven froze and his posture changed. From his fisted hands and straight back, you knew that it was now Marc who was rubbing your back and shushing you.

"Baby, you need to stop crying. You're going to get a horrible headache." he murmured, "Come on." he stood up and pulled you up to your feet before hooking his arms behind your legs and carrying you like a little baby. Your arms flew around his neck as you shrieked. Marc carried you to bed and plopped you down, making sure you were comfortable. Before kissing your cheek and lying down beside you.

"Tell me what's wrong, baby." he pushed stray hairs behind your ears.

You breathe deeply, unsure of where to begin, "don't want to make a big deal out of this."

He snorted, "You're not, believe me. Steven, Jake and I just want to know what's wrong. Jake and Steven are so worried."

Tears began to form and he wiped them away, "Don't waste your water."

You choked out an, 'okay' before spilling out everything that was in your brain. The fear, the comparison, the stress, the insecurity.

Unbeknownst to you, Marc had hidden his face in his pillow because he started to cry, and so were Steven and Jake. The fact that you, their beloved girl was feeling so horrible was enough for them to burst into tears.

When you were done, you pulled your shirt collar over your nose and blew so you could actually breathe. Crying was amazing but the stuffed nose wasn't.

The half-lidded eyes and the furrowed eyebrows told you that it was Jake who was now staring at you, as you coughed awkwardly.

"So, yeah. Um- that's it."

Jake shook his head, "Babe. I don't know why you feel this way, and I know that this feeling won't go away for a while. But I need you to know, that you ARE good enough, you are perfect the way you are. Everyone sees that and it breaks our hearts that you can't. I promise that we love you, no matter what. You do not have to prove yourself too us, or to anyone. You are enough, mi amor."

Your eyes began to fill again and your wiped your eyes. Your voice was hoarse as you whispered, "Okay."

He gave you a small smile and pulled you to him.

"I love you." he whispered as he pecked your lips.

"Don't stress, love. We're here." Steven said as he pecked your lips, making you giggle.

"Rest, baby." Marc murmured as he kissed you, his eyebrows furrowing as his hands moved to cup your face.

"Let me change." you said.

"What?" he opened his eyes.

You snorted, "My shirt, and yours too."

He grinned when he saw the smile on your wet face. Your eyes were swollen and you looked so tired. But he swore he had never seen someone as amazing and lovely as you.

After, when you were in his arms, you smiled. Things weren't magically all better and you didn't suddenly feel like the most confident person in the world. But you knew that no matter what, your boys would help you through anything, as would you.

Because that what you do when you love someone, right?

#jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #echo actually writes

498 notes · View notes

bubuslutty · 10 months

Text

part 12: splash

a/n: some summer vibes because I'm on holidays seeing my family and I've been to the beach for the first time in 6 years and I'm sooo happy!!!!! ✨

61 notes · View notes

bubuslutty · 11 months

Text

The adventures of an ex-mercenary, avatar, cab driver and ex-gift shopist & his university student friend and neighbour!

part of the "I'm friends with the moon" au & can be read as stand-alone

pairing: platonic moon boys x fem!reader

word count: 582

tags: 3rd pov, she/her pronouns, reader insert, no descriptions of physical appearance, no beta read so all mistakes r mine

warnings: none

summary: my own hcs of some snippets of the life of the moon boys with their chaotic neighbour 💙

When Steven ends up telling her how everything happened, and I mean everything from season 1. At the end of it, reader’s eyes are red, her nose is runny and she has snot running down her nose, her hair is sticking in every direction and she has her head between her hands while rocking against the wall. Basically, she falls into a mini depressive episode that lasts 2-3 days.

“What the fuck, guys??”

☆

When reader finds out about everything that has happened, she also learns about Khonshu. And she gets freaked out big time when she’s hanging out with Marc, sitting on a chair next to the tank, watching Gus swim, (well, Gus 2.0 as well, really) there’s a gust of wind that comes out of nowhere and she screams and runs to Marc, “What was that?? What was that??? Marc?? Marc-” and she has to stand there, watching him glare at something invisible in the middle of Steven’s flat while she’s almost pissing herself.

☆

For a few weeks, any gust of wind makes her jump and she screams when she feels cold air hit her feet and runs out to her flat, banging on Steven’s door which he opens, obviously worried, and she tells him Khonshu’s in her flat and he has to assure her it was just the wind because if it was, he would have felt his presence.

☆

Khonshu doesn’t often appear when she’s around, but when he does, she curses at him, “You lying CUNT!” and Marc has to watch her trying to fight nothing (literal air) while Khonshu’s watching her from the other side of the room, the side she wasn’t standing in. "Is this woman mad?"

"Don't talk to my friend like that."

"So you have friends now?"

☆

Once, reader suspects she has a rat in her flat and freaks out and runs to get a strong and capable man to get rid of it, aka one of her neighbours. And it happens that Jake was fronting that day and she tells him she heard a tiny squeak and she thinks there’s a rat somewhere in her flat. And Jake says, “don’t worry, I gotcha.”

And mr. mustache and fat ass pulls a gun in the middle of her flat and reader grabs onto the wall and her boob, trying to calm her heart so she wouldn’t die of a heart attack at such young age, heck she hasn’t even seen BTS in a concert yet, it’s too early to die!

now imagine reader screaming and jake chasing a rat while pointing his gun at the rodent with a crazy grin on his face.

"DON'T KILL IT! DONT KILL IT!" reader is screaming, and jake screams back, "WHY DID YOU CALL ME THEN?

☆

When reader gets into something new and obsesses over it, she shows up to their door and knocks on it, basically like, “Excuse me sir, do you have time to talk about our Lord and Saviour, Jesus christ?”

And if marc happens to be fronting and is in his edgy feels, he shouts at her to “LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“Marcie pooh, let me tell you about the lore of this band I like!” She says like a villain, trying to share their very evil plan.

“NO!”

“Come on, let me iiinnnn! Please, Marc!” She says, trying to squeeze her arm through the crack between the door and doorframe.

But not only she likes to annoy them (sometimes) in waking, but also when she's supposed to be sleeping, when THEY'RE ALL SUPPOSED TO BE SLEEPING

85 notes · View notes