Heyy can we get soul bf if not its okay i really live your intak,theo and keeho ver.

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💌 — Of course I can my sweets! Thank you sm <3!!!

Bf!Soul who buys you the silliest gifts whether he’s travelling or not, the type to see ads of utterly ridiculous items that would have no practical value to it and still put them into his cart without hesitation and giggles to himself when handing the package to you when it comes in, wouldn’t say a word even if you repeatedly ask him what it is, just sits and waits patiently for you to open it.

Ex: Sometimes he even goes out of his way to buy you matching accessories, but sometimes it’s the most absurd looking thing you’ll ever see. Also yk how he has 2 custom rings of his dogs? He’d 100% get custom pieces for the two of you, the design pertaining to something that only you and him understand! Would also get a few pieces with your initials engraved in the back, another little secret only you’d know about.

Bf!Soul who doesn’t like messaging you when he’s away, he absolutely will when there’s no other option but he’d much rather hear your voice, and he makes sure to tell you too! “I just missed hearing you talk to me that’s why I called, it makes me feel better, you know?” He’d also send you little texts throughout the day to keep you updated on where he is, what he’s doing, but they’d never be in great detail, you’d look down randomly at your phone and there’s just: “Baby I ate a bug!!” and “Walked head first into a pole >ヮ< I’m okay I think”

Ex: He’d also frequently tell you “I miss you” but every time he’d explain why, and it would almost always be a different reason each time :,)

Bf!Soul who is such an affectionate person, hugs and kisses given to you for the smallest reasons, you open something for him? You’re suddenly being smothered in kisses, they’re so quick and gentle that before you know it he’s pulling away like he didn’t just leave you blinded and dizzy from his lips. Also the type to hug you unexpectedly, just slowly raises his arms leaving his chest open until you get the hint and pull yourself into him, the same with holding your hand, but instead he’d keep reaching, pulling, trying to dig his fingers to his designated spot between yours.

Bf!Soul who builds you the cutest, most aesthetic buildings you’ve ever seen in your shared Minecraft world, the amount of time and effort he’d put into making everything pretty for you is insane. Takes care of your cats, dogs, and other random plethora of animals when you’re offline, would also leave you random little signs with messages on them for you to find whenever you’re active again, sometimes they’re just silly nonsense, others you’ll find really cute ones of him just completely gushing over you.

Bf!Soul who I feel like is so “Guess what Y/n did?” To his members, a constant yapper about you, if you’ve done anything to your hair recently, that one makeup look you did, that outfit you wore, that thing you said, everything and anything he’s constantly connecting to you and then he just has to tell everyone!

Bf!Soul who lets you do anything you want to him, he’s just pure putty in your hands! You want to put his hair in cute pigtails again? He’s already finding a spot between your legs so you have easier access to his head. You want to see him in a certain outfit? He’s laying out all of his options for you to pick from, and he doesn’t complain even one bit throughout the process.

Ex: Small spontaneous photoshoots happen quite often with this, does so many poses for you, even refers to you as his ‘pretty photographer’ when crediting you in the caption of his posts for taking the pictures of him.

Bf!Soul who would request of you to send your favourite songs to him just so he can make a freestyle video for you :,)

Bf!Soul who I feel like puts an incredible amount of effort into conveying his love for you, he really appreciates someone who can even help him, whether that’s guiding him into the words he can’t seem to find or just simply being patient with him. Likes cuddling into you while you play with his hair as he rambles on and on about you, what you mean to him, how lucky he must be to have found someone so reactive to his energy that not a lot of people can match in the way he feels is genuine. When he has the time he really gets into the details about how he feels, the emotion behind it, I feel like he’d really like the deep, touching talks late at night where everything just pieces together right in front of his eyes thanks to your presence, your kind heart. He could talk to you for hours, things are just easy with you.

Hey! Back with the Hoshi agenda, wondering how you think it would be to date Hoshi ( つ ≧ ▽ ≦ ) つ a very quick and straight to the point ask, thank you so much in advance! ς(>‿<.)

dating soonyoung! ✧˖°.

dating soonyoung would be so fun and sweet and full of energy!

he's the type to always give you (spoon feed you, esp!) the first bite of food when he buys some

he'd always have to be touching you in some way when you're together!

either have his arm around you

or his head leaning on your shoulder

or holding your hand

or tracing letters and shapes on your thigh

or leaning his body weight on you

or rubbing your sides

he's just cutely clingy like that!

he's the type to drive you around and make you feel like a passenger princess!

with his hand on your thigh, and always turning to look at you when he's at a stop light

he's the type of boyfriend who LOVES to watch you do your favorite things/hobbies

and he'll sit there, watching you with heart eyes and a big, proud smile on his face!

he'd do really cliche boyfriend things!

like racing to open the door for you

or kissing your hand

or giving you his jacket when you're cold

and he would constantly remind you that he loves you!

through physical contact, words of affirmation, and acts of service

he'd brag about you to the other members, too!

when you're crying, he'll pull you into a hug and rub your back gently, nodding into your shoulder

he always has a smile to offer you

his favorite thing EVER is to make you laugh!

definitely the type to call you his baby

he'd give you the cheesiest nicknames

if he's a tiger... he'd either call you his tigress or just make you come up with an animal themed saranghae to do with him

he'd take lots of candid pictures of you

he's the type to always be looking out for your image

so he'd fix your hair or your outfit and make sure you're presented as pretty as possible because he knows how important that is to you

he's the type to want to wear matching things!

whether it be matching couple rings or matching hoodies or matching socks!

with him, i just can't stop imagining him with his s/o and he's just looking at them with such heart eyes and a smile on his face

like, that's so canon

when you're upset at someone

he has you vent to him

and he sits there like "you're so right? that's so rude of them to do to you? should we go slash their tires rn?" and just whole-heartedly support everything you're feeling

but besides his comforting jokes, he does know how to comfort you with words

just like how he frequently supported bsk when the trainers were being hard on him about his dancing in the trainee days

telling you that you should focus on one thing at a time, and if he can help in anyway, he wants you to depend on him!

literally shut up hoshi is seriously frkn up my bias list

he's the type to take you on cute dates where he can get good photos of you

if you're at a nice spot that has you looking over the city

he'd look at you as you awe at the view

and his hand is clenching at his chest

and you turn to look at him like "what the hell are you doing? come here!"

"you're just- ah! just too pretty! i need to take a photo of you right now-"

"just come here!"

he's literally your biggest fan!!!

the type to send you tons of selfies throughout the day

he'd send a pic like

and you're like

"cute..? but why the heck are you sending that to me 😭"

and he responds with, "i wanted to send it to you before i send it to carats 🫶"

and he'll just update you with whatever he's doing for his schedules with little selfies

you better save all of them into your phone because he'll pout at you if not

anyway, i hope you enjoyed reading this drabble! i feel like it captures his personality so well teehee. have a super good day, anon! AND THANKS FOR THE WOOAHAE I LOVE

feel free to send tons more requests, my wonderful anon! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

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The public didn’t know that some of the pictures that are posted of Harry that are tagged and credited to the on tour photographers were actually taken by his wife.

For example, after Chicago, the picture of Harry in the tub - completely bare and worn down from his show, you actually think the photographer took that?

No, that was snapped with YN’s iPhone, like some of the other pictures he’s posted.

Just like the one where he’s asleep on the hotel bed in a robe in Paris with all of his stuff splayed around him - allegedly taken by helene. ***

But no, it had been his wife, they had just taken a shower together and she had stayed in for a bit longer to shave her legs - when she had come out and seen him passed out.

She had to tug a bit at the robe so he wasn’t exposed and make it x-rated, then she pulled out her phone and snapped the picture - sending it to Jeff with a teasing caption.

yn: It’s exhausting being a popstar

And just like that, it appears on his Instagram for fans to go crazy over.

Or what about the snapshot of his tank that had his famous slogan embroidered into the side of the white fabric. ***

His wedding band reflecting in the flash of the light, a subtle glance at his rippled muscle below the attire as they work on his hair.

“Mm, I’m gonna save this for a lonely night,” YN jokes as she tucks her phone away.

Harry’s hand comes to cup her jaw, looking down at her where she’s sat on the floor, “Y’so fuckin’ pretty, y’know that?”

YN’s eyelids flutter a bit as she glances away from his intense gazes - he still gives her butterflies.

“Don’t get shy on me, baby. Can I not tell m’wife how gorgeous she is?” He asks, bring her hand up to kiss the back of it, “Look s’good with tha’ ring on.”

And the one that made fans go crazy.

On a warm evening, in a hotel room between venues in Italy, where they had been lounging around all day.

YN in just a thin gauzy dress that accentuated the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra and Harry just in the trousers he’d worn to get them coffee earlier that morning.

“You just took a picture of me! It’s my turn,” YN giggles, getting on her knees on the old squeaky couch and snatching the camera off of him.

“I took a picture because y’tits look nice in tha’ dress. I can see y’nipples and it’s turnin’ me on,” Harry defends, holding up his book as she snaps it.

“H, c’mon,” She pouts but squeaks when Harry tugs her into him, dropping the book and the camera as he adjusts her on his lap.

“Gonna let me take a picture of y’all nice and fucked out, darling?” He rasps, ignoring her pout and hiking her dress up her hips.

And it’s happened throughout the years, so many pictures that were littered over the internet where just uncredited snapshots from YN.

Just like the one from 2013, they were on tour, and Harry was supposed to be recording for the next album after soundcheck and before the concert. ***

Instead, after soundcheck, Harry and YN had snuck off to a little meadow and lake to have a swim. He had shimmied down to his briefs and waded in.

YN stood back, snapping a picture of him and his friend as the complained about how freezing cold it was.

“Baby, c’mon. Come get in!” Harry had shouted back to his girlfriend on the dry land, “I need some warmth, s’freezing!”

YN grimaces, just in Harry’s shirt and a pair of yoga shorts, dipping her toe in and shaking her head - “I’ll enjoy from here!”

“Please, bug,” He pouts, motioning for her to come in.

She does after a moment, squealing at the temperature before quickly finding her way into Harry’s arms.

“Only have fun on tour when y’with me,” He had murmured into her ear before he dunked her underwater and they play fought until their stomachs hurt from laughing.

And then came the notorious picture that had gotten a million likes in thirteen minutes, oh, the chicago ice bath.

Harry had been achey since tour had begun, constantly complaining about his back and ankles from the shows.

“Baby, just rub m’back a lil’ longer please?” He had whimpered the night before, the tour bus bed did not help him much at all.

When his trainer had recommended an ice bath immediately after the show - YN had made sure to arrange it despite his protests.

After exiting the stage in his black and lilac outfit, he’d been lured into the bathroom with a promise of sex but instead was a steel tub filled with ice water.

Jeff, Lambert, Tommy - everyone was watching on in amusement as he adamantly tried to deny that it would help and the peer pressure wasn’t make him anymore convinced.

“Alright, everyone out,” YN had finally tittered, shooing out the circus before closing the door for privacy.

She helps strip her husband out of his close as he looks at her reproachfully, “You promised me sex.”

“After,” YN assures him, kissing his puffy lips and asking softly, “Just try it, if it doesn’t work - you don’t have to do it again.”

He grumbles a bit, muttering, “Don’t look at m’bits, they’re gonna shrivel up.”

YN giggles, “As if I haven’t seen your bits in every shape and form.”

As he slips in, YN has to snap a picture of his eyes wide and lips pursed at the shock of the freezing water cooling down his hot, sticky skin.

“Holy fucking shit,” Harry hisses, lowering self until he’s sat - his nipples instantly hardening and he’s breathing roughly out of his nose.

“Five minutes, I’ll set the timer,” YN says, setting it on her phone before sitting down next to the tub as he tries to relax.

“Baby, fuck. Reminds me of that really cold lake in Boston, ‘member?” He squeezes his eyes shut and reaches until YN intertwines their hands.

“Yeah, that wasn’t as cold as that one time you convince me to skinny dip with you on the coast of france.”

“Oh yeah, that one was really fucking cold too,” Harry murmurs, keeping his eyes closed and steadying his breathing.

(During WWA tour - ***)

“Harry, are you insane? Anyone could see us? Paul could walk out or the boys. I’m not-“

She’s cut off when Harry shucks off his swimsuit bottoms, his skin’s glowing in the moonlight and the light waves lapping at the shore are soothing.

YN swallows harshly, tries not to stare at how handsome and overwhelming beautiful he is as he turns to step towards the water.

She looks over her shoulder nervously before stepping out of her one-piece, he waits for her at the shoreline.

“Y’so so stunnin’,” Harry tells her, thumbing at the soft curve of her breast and leaning in for a soft kiss when he feed her shake.

“You could have anyone,” YN whispers against his lips, “Every girl on this earth wants you like this. I’m just some girl from before all this,” she motions to the extravagant bungalow they’re staying at.

“I don’t know why y’think tha’s bad. I want t’experience all this with you, m’first love and m’only love. I’m going to marry y’soon, you know tha’?” He replies, lips tracing the curve of her neck.

“You better,” She giggles, hands going to his shoulder as he sucks a mark into the thin skin.

He pulls back with a frown, “M’not jokin’, I don’t care that we’re young - M’gonna do it.”

“I can’t wait,” YN kisses his jutted out lip, squealing when he tugs her into the water and the chilled waves crash against her hips, “H, it’s so cold.”

“M’gonna keep y’warm, hush up,” He titters, pulling her into his chest until her breasts are smushed against his strong pecs and his arms are around her shoulder, “Love experiencing this w’you, everythin’ w’you.”

-

YN is brought back from her daydream by her husband wiping his finger under her eyelid, “Darling, wha’ is it?”

She hadn’t realized she had teared up thinking of the fond memory, “I want to go back to that bungalow. We had such a good time. I…I just love you.”

His wife chuckles like she’s pathetic for crying about it but he leans out of the tub, cupping her jaw and pulling her in for a hard kiss.

“Don’t be embarrassed, flower,” There was no teasing in his voice, it was sincere, “If anyone should be embarrassed - I’m the one who travels around the world t’sing love songs ‘bout you.”

Their lips join again, his tongue finding its way into her mouth when Jeff, Lambert, and Tommy barge through the door.

“Jesus Christ, only you could be trying to get some while sat in an ice bath,” Jeff scoffs with a smile but instantly knows they’ve fucked up.

“Get out, the fuck?” Harry sits up, “Don’t interrupt me and m’wife. Get out!”

They stumble out and just then the alarm goes off.

YN helps him out, tucking him into a towel and helping him dry off - his head tucked into her neck and hand on her belly - massaging.

“Do you feel any better?” She hums while getting some stray droplets on the nape of his neck as he nuzzles into her warm skin.

“Mm,” He agrees drowsily, hand slipping under her shirt for more heat and she jumps at his icey touch, “Want t’sleep.”

And when they get to the hotel, YN logs onto his Instagram and uploads the ice bath pictures with nobody knowing the story behind it.

-

Hope you enjoyed!

Office Romance?

Office Romance? - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: It's Mouse’s first day in the 21st district. Jay introduces him to the whole team, except you who seems to always be out until you finally meet at Molly’s and completely hit it off

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2193

Requested: Nope but my requests are currently open

A/N: This is my first time writing for Mouse and the longest fic I’ve written, so hopefully everyone likes it! :)

Masterlist

It was Mouse’s first day in Intelligence, it was finally the day that he was going to turn his life around. No longer living in sketchy areas and gaining felonies but instead becoming a legit member of society and working for a reputable institution, the Chicago police department. He had been recommended to the boss by his friend and former military buddy Jay Halstead, who unlike himself, had managed to get a proper holding in society after being discharged from the Rangers. This was finally his chance to show Jay and everyone else who cares about him that he could do something else good with his life and that he was more than just his time in the military.

Meeting Jay outside the district, the two men embrace in a warm hug, briefing saying their hellos and reminiscing on old times before they ascended the stairs. They pasted Sergeant Platt, Jay giving her a small hello in which she ignored and Mouse, despite having only met her once, gave her a polite smile. Punching in the passcode alongside his handprint, he unlocked the door climbing the second set of stairs up to the place he would call ‘home’ for hopefully years to come. Reaching the top Jay paused, Mouse quick to follow his actions.

“Guys this is Mouse, Mouse this is the Unit. That’s Dawson, Lindsay, Olinsky, Atwater, Nadia, and Sergeant Voight’s in his office.” The people in the room all averted their gaze from their own individual work, with Voight even exiting his office to greet him as well, to greet the newest member of the team, all presenting him with a momentary smile, short greeting, or handshake.

“Oh and Y/LN and Ruzek are currently out chasing up a lead right now but should be back soon,” Jay quickly followed up, trying to familiarise his buddy up with as much as possible to make him as comfortable as he could, knowing mouse struggled with rejoining society.

“Ok-k, well it's good meeting everyone, and I hope I can be of assistance to you all,” he mumbled out nervously, he admired Jay and Voight for giving him this opportunity but it still didn’t stop the feelings that they had a level of superiority over him due to their jobs. Taking him downstairs to his own tech room, he prompted Mouse to take a look around to get accustomed to his surroundings.

“What do you think buddy?

“I think it will do the job just fine,” he smiled back to jay reassuring him that he could do this.

“Ok, well if you’re all good I’ve got work to do myself,” Jay announced before turning and leaving Mouse to his own devices, finally leaving him to prove himself worthy.

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Mouse’s day was hectic, to say the least. Members of the team were constantly in and out of the tech room or calling him, getting him to give them vital information as quickly as he possibly could. But he thrived in the conditions present, what previously was extreme anxiety when he first entered turned into adrenaline. He hadn’t experienced such a high-intensity situation since his time at the Rangers, but he loved it. The Rangers was the place he felt most at home and alive, but the ‘accident’ had caused him to be honourably discharged. He wanted to be back in Afghanistan with Jay and his other military buddies desperately, feeling as though he had a place there, that he was actually contributing something good to the world, but this would do for the time, this was the best thing for him right now.

From what he could figure out, the unit was dealing with a human trafficking case in which multiple girls were found dead by the Docks, thrown into a container, and starved to death. Pulling up the names of multiple different men, he stared into their eyes as the pictures came up on his screen and felt no remorse for them as he heard each man be dragged into the cage one by one. The team managed to successfully find lead after lead, deciding to either all roll out together or keep sending Ruzek and Y/LN out. It was already about halfway through the day and Mouse still had not met the said people, only occasionally hearing their voices or being told to send them the information he was finding.

—————

As the day further progressed things started to flatline, leads found previously being a bust and nobody seeming to find anything worthwhile. The whole team worked tireless upstairs as Mouse found them the material they needed downstairs. Finally, after an hour of absolutely nothing, Dawson managed to get vital information from a CI and so a feasible lead was afoot. As the others were gearing up and getting ready to finally make some arrests, Jay popped his head into Mouse’s tech cave.

“Mouse I need you to send me the information on Spencer Phillips ASAP,” he was just about to walk out when he turned his head slightly to utter a few final words to his friend,

“And good job buddy, we really appreciate it.” Mouse smiled as he looked up the information for Jay, maybe he was going something good for the world, especially if his dearest friend thought so.

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The lead had been successful and two arrests of notable people in a human trafficking ring were arrested. The case was not fully closed, the organisation still up and running, but the perpetrators of the murders were put away to never see a day in the sun again. That was enough for Voight to warrant the members of his team a break to go home, rest and in the younger detective's case visit the local bar, Molly’s. Coming back up to the main room Jay greeted Mouse, patting him on the back for a job well done, he had underestimated his friend, thinking that he may struggle with his job just as he had coped with his anxiety and PTSD after coming back from the Middle East. Walking further into the room Mouse finally got to see the infamous man who had manage to evade his line of sight for the whole working day, Adam Ruzek. Approaching him he finally got to introduce himself.

“Hi, it's nice to finally meet you”

“Yeah, you too Mouse, I feel like I’ve been swept off my feet the whole day, you coming to Molly’s”

“I wasn’t planning to but sure why not?” Mouse had a vague idea of what Molly’s was, Jay sometimes talking about the bar run by first responders, but he was excited to finally see it for himself. Turning to Jay, who was packing his stuff up at his desk, he assumed he would want to go to the bar alongside the rest of the team,

“Molly’s then?” He smirked knowing Jay would never turn him or drinking down,

“Of course.” Leaving the district together, the two guys headed in the direction of the bar relieved to finally get away from work and have some downtime. Unbeknown to them you were in the changing room with Kim chatting away, excited to go for a drink and ready to go upstairs to meet the new tech guy. Little did you know you would be very disappointed when you did so.

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Arriving at the bar the men settled into the unit's usual booth at the back of the bar, flagging down Hermann to get two beers so that they could finally unwind from a long day of stressful events.

“The rest of the team should be here shortly, but how was your first day buddy, tell me all,” Jay asked hoping that his friend liked the position so that he could work towards becoming an outstanding member of the community and chuffed that he was working alongside his best friend once more.

“It was good man, I don’t really know what else to say about it. Um..I finally felt as if I was doing something with myself, I felt that adrenaline I missed from the Rangers, but I miss it, the thrill, the relationships, everything really Jay.” Jay sighed not knowing what to say, annoyed at his friend for missing it, he had spent so long trying to pull Mouse out of that bad place, a constant cycle of anxiety, depression, and PTSD, that it hurt him that he wanted to go back. The tense situation was interrupted by the rest of the team arriving, taking up the rest of the room in the booth with Erin snuggling up to Jay and Adam getting up to buy a round for the table. All the usual suspects were there enjoying themselves, except one, you.

You had gone home to shower and get out of your work clothes before making your way to meet the rest of the team for some rest and relaxation, maybe nestling a few beers throughout the night. Making your way into the bar, you passed members of firehouse 51, making small talk with them before moving towards Hermann to get yourself an alcoholic beverage. Thanking him you turned to walk over to your unit's table, spotting an unfamiliar figure in the corner of the booth next to jay, which you could assume was the new tech guy Mouse.

“Christ Y/LN where have you been?” Your partner Adam boomed, already a little tipsy from the two beers he had consumed.

“Sorry I had to go home first, wanted to freshen up,” you smiled amused at how much of a lightweight Adam really was, despite claiming otherwise.

“Y/N this is Mouse, I don’t think you’ve met yet,” Jay interrupted you, drawing your attention away to introduce you to the nervous man beside him. Looking him dead in the eyes, you noticed how attractive he was, you had just presumed that Mouse would be less than average looking considering his measly nickname, but no, the man in front of you was undeniably handsome with a charming smile and deep blue eyes.

“Hi, it's nice to meet you, sorry I didn’t meet you earlier, seems like we were both at the wrong place at the wrong time,” you gave a shy smile, sitting down next to Kevin trying to look confident despite the nervousness you felt inside.

“I-its good to meet you to Y/N, seems like the universe is not in our favour huh?” He stuttered equally as nervous, for what you assumed was first-time jitters, but little did you know it was because he found you equally as attractive.

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Throughout the night you continued talking with all members of your unit but especially Mouse. You felt naturally drawn to him, not just because of your attraction but also the stories he told that fascinated you, some from his days in the rangers and other ones from his childhood. By the end of the night, you too had managed to move to sit next to each other, with the members of your unit seeing you hit it off immediately and so pushed you together hoping for another office romance. Completely enamoured by him, you didn’t even notice that the other people in the bar were starting to trickle out slowly and Hermann’s last order was thirty minutes ago. Finally noticing your surroundings after the bartender had called your name and told you it was closing time, you checked your watch noticing the late time. Turning to Mouse you smiled and softly spoke about the revelation,

“I didn’t even realise how late it was, maybe we should get out of here, wait wait! Not like that, well unless you want you.” Noticing what you had said, you shyly smiled hoping he wouldn’t think you were too weird.

“That sounds good,” he cheekily smirked moving out of the booth, allowing you to get out too and heading towards the doors of the bar, saying a brief goodnight to Hermann on your way out. You walked down the street together to where your cars were parked, going at a slow pace, trying to extend your time together for as long as possible. Locating your car you stood next to it as you went to say your goodbyes to the handsome man in front of you.

“Thank you for keeping me company tonight, I really enjoyed it”

“Yeah me too, but I was hoping we could do it again sometime, just you and me?” Completely taken aback you stuttered to think of your response, you weren’t not thrilled about it at all, just completely surprised that he liked you as you did him.

“I’d love to Mouse, give me your phone,” handing you his phone you put your number in, silently hoping he would be one of those guys that actually use your number instead of ignoring it completely. Proceeding to hand it back, you both stood in silence not knowing what to say. But in this situation, no words were needed, only actions. So when he leaned in to place his lips, you gladly reciprocated the affection, wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. Little did you know this would lead to a lifetime of desire and devotion.

bts - married life

Pairing: BTS x Reader | Genre: fluff | Warnings: none | WC: 2.0k

kim namjoon 

↬ Absolutely loves coming home to your cooking.

↬ He would have the brightest smile across his face when he comes home after a long day to see you dancing around in the kitchen.

↬ The first thing he would do every day is kiss you hello and tell you how much he missed you.

↬ You would always tease him; “You saw me just this morning!” even though you really missed him too.

↬ The two of you loved cuddles. He would always refuse to go to bed unless he had you wrapped up in his arms like a koala.  He loved the scent of your shampoo, it always relaxed him and helped him fall asleep quicker.

↬ Hearing the sound of his heartbeat and feeling his warmth helped calm you down and you always forced his hand to your head so he can run his fingers through your hair.

↬ There’s an unspoken routine; you cook and clean whilst he does all the rest.  Putting up shelving, moving furniture, taking out the trash, etc. He’d prefer if you didn’t do anything, but he knows you’re too headstrong to listen to him!

↬ You still worked though, because you were adamant that you weren’t going to rely on him even though you’ve been married for a few years now. It’s something he adored and admired about you.

↬ You also really loved making meals for all the members and their partners. Getting together at your home is something you love and Namjoon smiles adoringly when he sees the light in your eyes with the rest of his family. You were made for him.

↬ He just loves and adores you so much, he couldn’t ask for a better person to come home too.

kim seokjin 

↬ He’s the one who cooks for you all the time.

↬ Never lets you in the kitchen unless he’s there to supervise, but he does love cooking with you; it’s something you two do together a lot. More so, you observe whilst he cooks.

↬ You always make dessert and he cooks the main meal. It was always that way before you were ever married.

↬ He loves to spoil you; always comes home with your favorite flowers.  There’s so many now that your home has become its own flower field basically.

↬ ALWAYS and I mean always, kisses you good morning and it’s the best way to start your day.

↬ If you had kids, he’d be the best dad (you couldn’t wait!)

↬ Honestly, Jin would be just like them and you’d feel like you had a house of kids.

↬ He’d teach them to cook, get up early on Saturday’s to watch cartoons with them, take them to school before going to work.

↬ He’d always give you a break when you were tired or when he noticed you were burning out.

↬ Jin would love to run you bubble baths with rose petals, massages (that can sometimes lead to other things), taking you out for your favorite food. He does whatever he can to keep the smile on your face and keep you happy.

↬ Every night, when you’re both going to bed, he’d kiss your ring finger where the ring adorns, reminding himself just how lucky he was to find someone as amazing as you.

kim yoongi 

↬ It’d be a nice, quiet, relaxed life with Yoongi.

↬ The two of you would have your own routines that seem to fit perfectly around each other.

↬ You’d cook him breakfast, always sure to remind him that it’s the most important meal of the day.

↬ You’d also make sure to pack him a lunch box and sneak it in his bag because you knew that he wouldn’t leave the studio or practice to eat a proper meal. You always made sure to slip a few extra for the rest of the boys too.

↬ Most of your nights were spent in his studio while he worked; you either cooking and bringing him food or ordering takeout.

↬ He always stops to eat with you; he thinks the most important thing is eating together and talking about your days at the end of the night; plus, he misses you and feels bad that he works odd hours.

↬ But you’ve never held that against him, your happy that he allows you to watch him over him whilst he works and that he takes your opinions into account when he’s working his magic.

↬ Sleeping is the best with him; you’re both always curled up in each other's arms as he rubs gently circles on your back.

↬ Your marriage may seem boring to the outside eye, but you love the quiet, comfortable life you’ve built with him.

jung hoseok

↬ Prepare yourself for a marriage full of laughter and fun! 

↬ He’s always has the brightest smile on his face, just as bright as the day he saw you walk down the aisle.

↬ He adores coming home and having you jump into his arms or kiss his cheek as a greeting. It’s even better when you’ve found the energy to make you both a nice meal.

↬ He loves taking you out on impromptu activities. Dancing, hikes, arcades, parks, random walks. He loves being around you and spending all the time he can with you.

↬ Fights rarely happen between the two of you, but when they do, he makes it a point for both of you to never go to bed mad at each other; you can be annoyed or upset, but never mad.

↬ Cuddling is his favorite thing to do with you; he constantly has to have his arms around you. When you’re in bed he loves when you’re the little spoon and he can wrap himself around you.

↬ Every night before you sleep he kisses your ring finger that you wear your wedding band on as well as your knuckles. His kiss is a silent promise to always love you and support you, not matter what life decides to throw your way.

↬ Hobi loves to surprise you by coming home early to cook a meal for you and set up a mini at-home spa to help you relax. You always do things for him and while he can’t leave work early often, he loves the look of shock and happiness when he can set this up for you.

↬ Your wedding picture is the first thing anyone sees when they walk through the front door. It’s also his favorite, seeing you adorned in a white gown with your hair all done up. It was the happiest day of his life and now, he gets to live the happiest moments of his life with you by his side.

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↬ Cuddles, cuddles and more cuddles.

↬ He literally loves to be in your arms or vice versa, have you in his. Always needs to be touching you in some kind of way.

↬ Gets possessive/jealous very easily but tries not to show it. You think it’s cutest thing ever and it makes you feel loved.

↬ Whenever you’re out together, whether it be at the mall, a company party or with the other members, his arm is always wrapped protectively around your waist. He presses small kisses to your temple every now and then; it’s his silent way of telling everyone around you both to back off and that you’re off limits . 

↬ He definitely isn’t the best at cooking, but loves to help you cook in any way he could. That be chopping vegetables together, making sweets. It’s something that you find joy in and he loves spending all his free time with you when he can.

↬ You’re there for him always when his self-confidence gets low. Hyping him up and letting him know just how good of a job he’s doing. He doesn’t say it often, but he loves you even more when you do that for him. He appreciates you being so understanding and attentive to him.

↬ You hear I love you a million times a day from him. When he wakes up, when you’re eating breakfast together, when he leaves for the day. Constantly texts you throughout the day as well reminding you how important you are to him, how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you.

↬ But his favorite I love you is when you’re half asleep, between dreamland and the living world and he whispers I love you quietly. Pulling you close and feeling your warmth on him and you nuzzle into him, whispering a quiet, sleepy I love you back.

kim taehyung 

↬ Will spoil the living shit out of you.

↬ Flowers every day, fancy dinners whenever he can spare the time, jewelry, clothes, shopping sprees, vacations, etc.

↬ His biggest joy in life is seeing the surprised look on your face when he gives you another gift and you smile like a kid on Christmas day.

↬ Loves to buy you designer clothes and makes sure to make events that you can wear them too. Loves to match with you.

↬ Also loves to just see you cocooned up in his clothes on the couch, hair a mess and watching TV or reading a book. Domesticated you was his favorite look.

↬ Made sure to have a house with a good rooftop so he can take you up there every night and watch the sun fall behind the horizon and the stars come out. Telling you how every star he ever wished on brought you to him and him to you.

↬ Absentmindedly runs his fingers over his wedding band when he’s at work and bored. It grounds him and always brings a smile to his face knowing that you have a matching one, both of you belonging to one another and that when he went home, it was to you.

↬ Really enjoys taking you out to karaoke and just watching you let loose. Even though you suck at singing and are tone deaf, he still smiles his signature boxy smile and tells you how beautiful your voice is that even a siren would be jealous.

↬ Favorite thing to do is cuddle you at night and just watch you sleep. He’ll never understand how he got so lucky to have you in his life forever.

↬ Always introduces you as his wife even though everyone in the world is aware of it and it sends butterflies to your stomach.

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↬ Hope you like playing games and being active because this marriage will consist of all of that.

↬ He loves when you sit between his legs and play games with him while he sits behind you, whilst his arms wrap around you.

↬ Loves going on hikes with you and it’s how he proposed at a beautifully scenic view of Seoul on top of a mountain.

↬ Helps you with the cooking and takes over the cleaning, giving you mundane tasks while he really cleans everything else.

↬ Refuses to let you do the laundry. It’s his favorite thing. Though, he’ll make you fold it, he doesn’t like folding.

↬ Constantly has his hands on you and is generally clingy.

↬ He has a high libido so be ready for sex at any moment and expect that he’s gonna go a few rounds before he’s done.

↬ Is the sweetest and cutest and utterly supportive of anything you choose to do.

↬ Forever grateful that you brought into his life and stuck around through everything.

Being in Love & Working at the BAU

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

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Word Count: 2,817

Warnings: none that I can think of.

Summary: Y/N realised she was in love with the boy genius of the BAU about six months ago, and she’s been working hard at keeping it under wraps since. Problem? She works with profilers.

When JJ began dating Will it had been obvious to the team from the get go, though the blonde believed she’d done a wonderful job at keeping it from us. At that point, I’d sworn to refrain from hiding anything from the team, because chances are they knew before I worked up the courage to tell them, and also I hated keeping secrets from those I loved.

However, from the moment I realised that I was developing feelings that most definitely were not platonic for a certain member of the team, I found myself taking back my original vow and amending it to the following: be honest about everything but this. And it was difficult. I was constantly monitoring my expressions, my body language and my words whenever I was around him. It was exhausting and stressful, but on the plus side I was almost certain the rest of the team had no idea what was going on. 

I blinked, bringing myself back to the present, seeing as I was at work, focus was key. Though to be fair, almost all of the team had retired to their hotel rooms at that point, so I wouldn’t actually be penalised for getting lost in my thoughts for a minute or two. My eyes flickered over the clear board covered with pictures from the three different crime scenes, and individual pictures of each victim. I always wondered what they were thinking in those photos, they always looked happy and it seemed almost wrong that their happiness had to be in the same vicinity as the gruesome images that portrayed their murder. 

With a sigh, I grabbed my now empty coffee cup and headed over to the small kitchenette in the station. My gaze fell onto Spencer as I filled my mug and I found myself reaching for a new one to pour him a beverage without even thinking about it.

‘Hey Spence,’ I murmured, my voice soft to avoid startling him too badly as I gently placed his steaming hot beverage in front of him.

‘Hey.’ He returned my smile, his brown eyes shining with exhaustion and warmth, ‘what are you still doing here?’

‘Oh, I—.’ I broke off with a sigh, the genuine concern in his eyes made it impossible to lie to him, especially when it was obvious he already knew the truth, ‘I couldn’t bring myself to leave.’ My eyes fell on the clear board again, and lingered on the happy smiling images before I forced myself to look into the warm and comforting eyes of Dr. Reid, ‘I knew if I did I wouldn’t sleep anyway, so I guess I just didn’t see the point.’

‘I understand.’ His eyes fell to the mug he was now holding between his hands as he spoke, and then lifted to meet mine when he was finished. I felt my heart skip a beat in response, as it always did when his beautiful oak eyes were focused on me.

‘We’re quite the pair, huh?’ I chuckled, running a hand through my hair and fighting back the yawn that wanted to escape my throat, ‘how have you been sleeping?’

I saw how hard he fought to keep the exhaustion from his expression before he admitted defeat and let me see it.

‘Spence,’ I murmured, my hand reaching out and grasping his left one. He removed it from his cup and turned it over so that our hands were linked together, ‘is there anything I can do?’

He’d confided a few months ago that he’d been having really awful, vivid nightmares that kept waking him up throughout the night. Eventually, he avoided sleep all together out of fear of what his unconscious mind was waiting to torture him with. I’d offered some tips that had helped me when I’d gone through the same thing: camomile tea, warm baths with lavender oils and playing a soothing playlist to fall asleep to. Since then he’d been sleeping better, but I’d noticed the familiar dark circles starting to form underneath his eyes again.

‘I do have an idea, but if it would make you uncomfortable then I understand.’ He said, biting his lip and subconsciously holding my hand tighter.

‘Okay, what is it?’ Unable to be unaffected by the anxiety that was practically pouring out of him.

‘I read a study that found those who slept in the same bed as their partner reported a higher quality of sleep and no nightmares.’ He spoke so softly that I had to strain to hear him, and when I did, I had to take a minute to process what he’d suggested.

He wanted me to sleep in the same bed as him. I felt different emotions start to I whirl inside of me, each generating a different answer. The anxiety told me that it absolutely was not a good idea. I already had romantic feelings for Spencer, what if doing this made it all the more complicated and more difficult to hide? Another part of me was determined and demanded that I took the opportunity to comfort him, because I loved him and how was I supposed to turn him away when he needed me to help him? But when I looked over to Spencer’s expression I felt the inner turmoil inside my mind fade away—he looked tired, vulnerable and hopeful. All I felt then was a strong desire to help him get a good nights rest and hopefully keep the nightmares at bay. I couldn’t be selfish with him, and if he needed me I was going to help him, even if it meant me being exposed to the feelings I’d been trying to suppress for months now.

‘Okay, but I warn you— I’ve been told I cuddle in my sleep.’ I said, keeping my tone light to diffuse the tension that had formed between us.

He chuckled, the sound was wonderful and I found myself joining him with ease as we both stood to head back to the hotel. According to the clock in the station it was ten thirty, so hopefully we’d get at least eight hours of sleep. As we made our way to the elevator, I wondered how much one night could alter a dynamic between two people.

//

I woke to the sound of my phone ringing, emitting Garcia’s personalised ringtone—‘Baby girl’ by Bryce Vine. My hand went to reach for it, but I stopped short when I realised I couldn’t move. Before I had the chance to panic, Spencer’s familiar scent invaded my nostrils; I could smell the mint smell of his shampoo, the faint remnants of his woodsy cologne and the vanilla from the hand lotion he’d borrowed before bed. He was spooning me from behind and I was helpless to stop myself from melting further into his warmth and turning my head to further take in his comforting scent. I was just on the precipice of falling back into the most peaceful sleep I’d had for years when the phone started to ring again. 

Spencer stirred this time and grabbed it, groggily promising that he’d be in soon before hanging up and tossing his phone onto the carpeted floor.

‘Was that Garcia?’ I asked, clearing my throat in an attempt to remove the sleep from my voice.

‘Yeah, they have a lead and want us in as soon as possible.’ He sighed, his grip not loosening from around my waist, ‘that was the best nights sleep I’ve had in... god I can’t even remember.’

‘It was for me too.’ I admitted softly, fighting the emotions waging a war inside my head.

I was insanely comfortable in his arms, as if I belonged there... as if I was home. But I was sure to remind myself that the feeling was one-sided—Reid didn’t feel that way about me, and why would he? I was his colleague and a friend they trusted enough to confide in about his sleeplessness. Now was not the time to get lost in my own feelings, this had been about him and I refused to allow myself to get lost in my own head.

‘We should get going.’ I murmured, reluctantly easing from his grip and heading for the bathroom to get dressed. 

By the time I emerged, Spencer was gone and I tried to ignore the way that made my stomach drop to my feet. I sent a thumbs up to the text he sent me:

Headed to the station, I’ll see you there. Thanks again for last night. Spencer.

When I arrived at the station I headed straight for the coffee before joining the others at the rectangular table in the conference room. I noticed Emily’s surprised look when she noticed I hadn’t bought a mug for Spencer but I ignored it, unwilling to focus on how I was feeling. Right now I had a job to do, there was no time to deal with the rejection and abandonment coursing through my veins. 

‘Garcia found a link, each victim was registered to a chat room discussing different fantasy novels.’ Hotch announced from where he was stood at the head of the table, his head down as he flicked through one of the case files.

‘And each agreed to a face to face meeting the night before their death with someone by the username Red Youn. I tried tracking the IP address but he’s a smart cookie and re-routed through about a million different servers.’ Garcia revealed from the speaker in the centre of the table.

‘Red Youn is an anagram for your end.’ I thought aloud, ignoring a certain pair of eyes I could feel boring into the side of my head, ‘what if he sees himself as the antagonist in his own version of a fantasy novel?’

‘That would explain the similarities in victimology.’ Morgan commented, talking about their almost identical appearances. 

‘But how would he know that before meeting them?’ My lips pursed, ‘were any of the women in contact with anyone new before they died?’

‘Ahh, sugar you always ask the best questions.’ Garcia praised, ‘yes all three women spoke to a man with the same number on the days leading up to their death. This included sending photographs and discussing their favourite villains in different fantasy novels. I’m sending you the name and address of the person this number is registered to.’

‘Garcia you are wonderful.’ I said, a genuine smile forming on my lips, it was small but it was the first sign of happiness I’d shown since I’d left my hotel room this morning.

‘Aw, tell me something I don’t know.’ She teased before she hung up and we all geared up and headed for the unsub’s residence. 

We had a suspect to arrest.

//

We’d managed to apprehend Jacob Kerwoski successfully and we’d all decided to celebrate with a meal prepared by Rossi at his humble abode. After we’d finished the food we all separated off for different activities— Derek had challenged Garcia to a game of darts, Rossi and Hotch were talking in the library and sharing stories of past cases, Emily and JJ were sat outside each holding a glass of wine and whispering about something they had to keep their voices low for. Reid and I were sat in the living room, I was personally too full to move so I was slowly sinking further and further into the soft cushions around me.

I was grateful that my stomach felt like it was exploding, it provided a distraction from the elephant in the room. I hadn’t directly spoken to Reid since this morning and I didn’t know how to break the awkwardness that existed between us now. I knew it was partly due to my inability to hide my rejection this morning after I’d returned to an empty room once I’d dressed. But it wasn’t his fault that I’d taken it so personally due to my romantic feelings for him. 

‘Reid?’ My voice was soft and tentative.

‘Y-yeah?’ He stuttered, surprised that I’d broken the silence in the room.

‘I’m sorry how I’ve been acting around you today. I just wanted you to know that it’s nothing to do with you, it’s my own issues that I need to deal with.’

He was silent for a long moment after I spoke, his eyes just staring into mine as if he were debating whether or not he should say something. It was a look I was used to seeing on his face— Spence often had thoughts, facts and information swimming around in his head and he had to filter himself. But his next words took me by surprise and had my heart beating out of my chest.

‘I know how you feel about me, Y/N.’ His voice was soft that I questioned if I’d heard him correctly, but the serious expression on his face assured me that I had.

‘H-how do I feel about you Spence?’ I asked, nervously clearing my throat.

‘For the first few years of us knowing each other, you cared for me as a friend, but that changed about six months ago. I don’t know why, and nothing obvious changed in your behaviour. You still bring me coffee, still hug me when I need it, still offer to help me with anything and everything when I need someone to rely on. But the way you look at me now, it’s... softer and warmer. You didn’t used to look at me that way before.’ He said, his voice slower than it usually was when he explained something, his calmness made my heart stutter in my chest.

‘The way you look at me now, it’s the same way that JJ and Will look at each other, except more intense.’ He scooted closer to me on the sofa, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, ‘I noticed it because I’ve been looking at you the same way for the past year.’

I blinked and my mouth fell open as my brain short circuited with the new information. Spencer had been looking at me the same way— how had I never noticed that before? I’d been so concentrated on not revealing my feelings— that I’d apparently sucked at doing— that I hadn’t noticed a change in Spence’s behaviour like he had in mine. I’d say I was a terrible profiler but I knew that I never would have noticed regardless of anything else, because I’d always believed he deserved better than me.

‘Y-you love me?’ I breathed, the emotion in my voice rendering me incapable of speaking higher than a whisper.

‘I do.’ His smile was soft, his eyes sparkled with an affectionate warmth that simultaneously made my heart melt, and breath catch in my throat.

I’m not sure who moved forward first, or if we both moved at the same time, but the next thing my mind registered was his lips moving agains mine. It started out tentative, but as Spencer’s hand slid in my hair and pulled me even closer to his chest, the kiss deepened. My hands went to his shoulders and slid up to his scalp to curl into his tousled hair. I felt him moan into my mouth when I gently tugged on the strands, and when he started to guide me to lay back onto the sofa I went willingly, pulling him along with me. 

It was hard not to get too lost in the kiss, or to take it further than we should, because finally being with him just felt so right and natural. But eventually we pulled away, reminded that we were at risk of someone walking in on us when Garcia and Derek started cheering in the other room.

‘That was...’ I trailed off, my brain still too lost from the electricity of the kiss, ‘wow.’

‘I-I ugh couldn’t agree more.’ Spencer murmured, his hand sliding from my hair so that he could wind his arm around my shoulders. 

As I melted into his side, we chatted quietly for the rest of the night, our voices no higher than a whisper as it wasn’t necessary and it allowed us to revel in our own little bubble. It was much later, when we were both on the cusp of sleep that I nuzzled my face into the side of his neck and murmured the words I’d been holding back for six months now.

‘I love you Spence.’ My eyes fluttered closed and just before I fell into unconsciousness, I heard my genius return the sentiment.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face and a heart overflowing with pure happiness.

A/N: As you can probably guess I’m still watching criminal minds, and finding myself wishing a man like Spencer Reid existed in real life. I hope you enjoyed this one-shot!

BTS Drabble/Imagine: My Escape (Taehyung)

Member: Taehyung

Prompt(s): (Drabble Challenge) Fluff

10) One more step, I dare you.

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98) I may have dropped your ring in the lake.

Requested by: anon

Summary: You and Taehyung go on a rare spontaneous trip together. Cuddles and shenanigans ensue.

“Let’s run away together.”

Those four words are the reason you are currently driving down a rural road with the windows down.

Taehyung had been extremely busy with his schedule and you weren’t a couch bum by any means for the past few months. The two of you rarely had time to see each other that didn’t consist of one of you being asleep or saying goodbye.

That is why, on that Thursday morning when Taehyung and you both found the time to eat breakfast together, you didn’t hesitate in agreeing to his casually random comment.The necessary arrangements were made and the two of you loaded everything into the car the next evening.

Spontaneous wouldn’t be a word you would use to describe yourself. While you are fairly relaxed most of the time, that is because you are organized. Cautious. Prepared.

Yet here you are, voluntarily going on an impromptu trip with your boyfriend. Who knows how long you’ll be gone or where exactly you’re going? All that matters at that moment is the fact that you are sat next to the man that means the world to you.

Maybe that is why you and Taehyung hit it off so well when you started to get to know each other. The two of you together create an amazing sort of equilibrium. He is whimsical while you are more reasonable. You are more introverted while he can become best friends with anyone within minutes. The way that he somehow immediately knows exactly what everyone around him needs baffles you; you are the type of person that realizes how you should’ve handled a situation or what you should’ve said or done three hours after the situation presented itself. He pulls you outside of yourself and pushes you to grow while you help him remain grounded and make sure that he is getting what he needs while he takes care of the world. You both think the world of the other, doing anything you can to make their life a little brighter each day.

Smiling softly to yourself, you watch your hand form small waves against the persistent wind pushing past the vehicle. A soft voice breaks through your trance; Taehyung is singing along to the radio.

Turning your head, you study your boyfriend. It has been so long since you’ve had a chance to just watch him. So long, that you unabashedly curl up in your seat and take in his profile.

His fine hair fluttering in the breeze.

Beautiful melodies escaping as his jaw moves to help him form the words to the song.

Fingers tapping on the steering wheel while his head sways slightly to the beat.

The apples of his cheeks becoming more prominent as he smiles wider.

His eyes sparkling with amusement as he glances your way.

“You’re staring.” He states, glancing back and forth between you and the road several times with a grin.

“Yes, I am.”  You match his matter of fact tone.

He chuckles, moving one hand from the wheel and placing it on your knee.

“Stare away, Y/N. You know I’ll return the favor once we won’t die if I do.”

You place your hand on top of his and lean your head against the car seat with a content sigh.

“Babe, wake up. We’re here.”

Opening your eyes, you look out the window. You are at a beautiful cabin. It has huge picture windows, a wraparound porch, and rocking chairs. Behind it, you can see a forest and pond with a dock. There is a fire pit surrounded by logs to be used as seats.

“It’s perfect.” You smile, looking at Taehyung. He is kneeling next to you outside of the car, having opened your door to wake you up.

He smiles, extending his hand to help you out of the car. You place your hand in his and allow him to pull you up out of your seat. Instead of leading you to the cabin, he pulls you into a hug.

“Thank you for coming with me, Y/N.” His voice rumbles over near your ear.

“Thank you for thinking of it.”

He pulls away, laces his fingers with yours, and begins leading you to the cabin where you will spend the next week or so.

And what an amazing week it is.

That evening, Taehyung and you worked together to make a delicious meal and sat outside in the rocking chairs until the sun went down.

Saturday consisted of a casual walk along the edge of the forest, some hide and seek, naps, a bonfire, and s’mores.

Sunday involved sleeping in, cuddles in front of the fireplace, reading, a random dance party in the kitchen while making dinner, and another evening on the porch.

On Monday, you woke up early to make breakfast in bed for Taehyung. The two of you enjoyed the full tray of pancakes, fruit, yogurt, and sausage in bed before walking to the nearby small town to just look around. You weren’t too sure about the idea of just wandering through this strange town because Tae may get noticed and your week would be shot, but he insisted. And he was right. The two of you had a blast in the thrift store trying on outfits that he somehow made look fashionable, in the drug store trying their old-fashioned fountain machine, and on the school playground pretending like you were kids again and not adults with responsibilities.

Tuesday night was the night of conversation. The two of you were pretty quiet during the day, just soaking up the atmosphere. You read in a rocking chair and while laying on the dock. Taehyung ventured around the property and worked on his photography. You would watch him when you needed a break from reading, watching his relaxed demeanor and deep focus on the subject of his photograph. You smiled when you realize that this is the most relaxed you have ever seen Tae. Ever since you had met Tae, his shoulders have been tense with stress, worry and doubt hidden behind his smiles, eyes constantly watching his surroundings to assess the situation and how to react. Yes, he enjoyed his career and life, but it took its toll. Right now he was just your Tae and it made you genuinely happy.

What you didn’t realize is that whenever you weren’t watching him, he was watching you and smiling.

That evening, Tae built a fire in the fire pit, carried several quilts and pillows out to the logs surrounding the fire pit, and some food to cook on the fire. It was dark by the time everything was ready and you were both sat around the fire, eating your meals that you cooked in foil on the fire.

Taking a bite of potato, you lean your head against Taehyung’s shoulder. He lays his head on yours.

“What’s on your mind?” He asks, setting the remainder of his meal on a nearby log and wrapping his arm around your waist.

You take his free hand in yours and start to play with fingers. He is about to ask you again when you answer.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” His voice rumbles through his chest.

“For being you. For allowing me to be here with you. For letting me be a part of your escape from reality here at the cabin and a part of your life.”

He sits silently for a moment, soaking in your words.

“There is no one else I’d rather have here with me.”

The two of you spend hours looking up at the stars, talking about your worries, stresses, and joys. You talk about family, friends, travel, and the future. You make up insane theories as to why some stars seem to sparkle more than others. Contentedly, you sit tangled up with each other until the once roaring fire has turned into a pile of glowing embers. The last thing you remember is whispering “I love you” to Taehyung before your eyes get too heavy and you give yourself over to sleep.

The next morning, you open your eyes to a room softly lit with the sunlight that is filtering through the thick window coverings. Stretching under the warm covers, you take in your surroundings. Taehyung isn’t next to you but you can smell that he has been working in the kitchen already. His camera is on the bedside table and pajamas are at the foot of the bed. You don’t remember coming to bed last night; you smile softly as you realize Tae must’ve brought you in last night without waking you.

Stepping out of bed, you make your way to open the curtains. As the drapes part, a sharp intake of breath sounds throughout the room. The view outside is stunning. You knew this before opening the curtains. This window overlooks the pond, with the forest in the background hiding the mountain range behind it other than the peak of the tallest mountain. There is dew on the grass, making it shimmer in the morning sunlight. These images aren’t what takes your breath away.

On the dock, radiating warmth in the sunlight is Taehyung. He seems to be in deep concentration, looking between something in his hand and the pond. You assume he is wanting to feed the ducks but they aren’t close enough.

Opening the window, you shout, “Good morning, love!”

The way Taehyung turns around is comical. He whips is body around so quickly, his foot catches on a raised board, he slips, and nearly falls off the dock. His arms fly in every which way and his eyes are as big as saucers.

Hiding your laugh in your hand, you shout out, “Are you okay?!”

He waves his hand halfheartedly toward you. “I’m fine.”

“Stay there! I’m on my way!” You yell, glancing around the room for your slippers before bolting out the door.

You are so focused on getting to Taehyung, you don’t even realize that you have an audience for your 100-meter dash sitting around the kitchen counter and on the living room couch.

As you run to the end of the dock, Taehyung is standing up, wiping his hands on his pants. He sends an anxious glance at the pond before opening his arms to welcome you into a hug.

“Good morning, love.” You repeat.

“Good morning, Y/N.” He mutters over your shoulder. His eyes widen as the front door of the cabin quietly opens.

It is now or never.

“Thank you for taking care of me last night.” You say, pulling away so you can see his face.

The strong gaze that he is giving you sends chills down your back.

“Tae? What’s on your mind?” You quietly repeat his question from last night.

“I love you, more than I can ever show or tell you,” he begins. “I have never wanted to take care of someone as much as I want to take care of you. I have never been more proud of anyone than I am of you. You are my release, I can be exactly who I am when I’m around you. I don’t have to put on a show. You support me in whatever I do, while still loving me, keeping me grounded, and living your own life. You have become to be like family to me and the boys. My family loves you and I hope,” he chuckles quietly, “that your family loves me.”

“They do.” You whisper. “I do.”

You hear a crunch behind you, a stick snapping as though someone stepped on it. Breaking you out of your little world with Taehyung, you whirl your head around quickly.

Looking at you timidly is Namjoon, apology written all over his face. Yoongi and Jin are glaring at him–the latter giving him a quick swat across the back of the head. Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok are all beaming at you, expectantly. You family is interspersed between the guys; arms draped across shoulders and hands grasping elbows in anticipation.

Looking from Namjoon to you, Jin’s eyes soften and he motions with his index finger for you to turn back around.

You do.

Taehyung takes your breath away for the second time within just a few minutes.

You see him kneeling on the dock, hands reaching for yours, puppy dog eyes filled with love and sincerity.

“You are my everything, Y/N. My world. Last night, you said that you understood why I brought you to the cabin. That it, the cabin, is my escape. ” Tears are beginning to form in his eyes. “You were wrong. You are my escape. I can do anything as long as I have you by my side. I would be the luckiest man in the universe if you would allow me to marry you and spend the rest of our lives together. Marry me, please?”

“Yes! Yes! Of course!” You say while smiling, crying, and kneeling to give your boyfriend, now fiancé, a hug.

You hear the rumble of feet getting closer as your audience excitedly makes their way towards you. Taehyung breaks apart from the hug and pulls you up to your feet.

You run to your family to give them each a hug, doing the same with the boys. Congratulations and best wishes are given by each of them.

“So you like the ring?! Taehyung was stressing so much about whether you would like it or not!” Jimin says after hugging you.

You look at him in confusion. “Ring?”

He stares at Taehyung. “You did give her the ring, didn’t you?”

All eyes are on Tae.

He brings his hands together in front of him, then to his face, eyes seemingly searching for the right words.

“You see, Y/N, when you yelled out the window to me this morning you scared me and I fell.” He is talking with his hands, essentially going through the experience again.

“I was out here, thinking about what I wanted to say when I proposed to you. When I fell…” he points to the water, “I may have….dropped your ring in the lake.” He grimaces as he finished the sentence, looking up at you expectantly.

“You did WHAT?” You hear over your shoulder from both Jin and Hoseok before you can form a word.

“You better jump in and get it.” Jin continues. “You drove me nuts for months trying to find that ring. I am not going through that again!”

The boys are slowing closing in on Tae, inching him closer and closer to the edge of the dock.

“Guys, it is okay. I don’t need a ring!” You say hopefully, trying to pacify the situation.

“Yes, you do need a ring, Y/N.” It is Jungkook that speaks up this time. “You’re engaged. You need an engagement ring.”

The boys stop when Taehyung’s heels are hanging over the edge of the dock.

Taehyung has put on his bravest face, trying to scare off his friends. “One more step, I dare you.”

Jimin raises his eyebrow, taking a step closer to Tae. “You dare us? Really?”

“Come on, guys. I can get a new ring now that I know what the perfect one looks like. It’ll be easy!” He tries to bargain with them since intimidation apparently isn’t working. He has a nervous smile on his face and his hands are up. 

“I hope these clothes aren’t too expensive.” You hear Yoongi says as Hoseok and Namjoon both push Taehyung just enough that he falls into the water.

They weren’t quick enough to get out of his reach though. On his way down, Taehyung grabs onto Namjoon’s arm, causing a domino effect. Splashes and shouts are all that you can see and hear. By the end of the fiasco only you, your family, and Jin remain on the dock.

That is until Jin grabs you around the waist and pulls you into the water with him.

Taehyung is by your side in an instant, making sure you’re alright. Once he is pleased with his assessment, he lunges at Jin and dunks him under the water.

The eight of you splash around and laugh for several minutes until you hear Jimin yell, “I found the ring!”

He rushes it over to Taehyung, who gratefully accepts it, removes it from the soaked box, and looks you in the eyes.

“Still want to marry me?” He grins.

“Absolutely!” You give him your left hand so that he can place the ring on your finger, where it will be kept safe from sinking and the boys. He pulls you into a hug and the two of you share what could be described as the most passionate…and wet….kiss.

You break apart sputtering after being splashed with a huge wall of water.

“Save some for the wedding.” Yoongi grins.

“We have a wedding to plan!” Jin says excitedly, running to the edge of the pond and beginning to discuss colors and venues with your family.

The other boys follow more slowly until it is just you and Taehyung in the water. The two of you watch the others disappear into the cabin.

He wraps his arms firmly around your waist and places his chin on your shoulder.

“I love you.”

You turn in his grasp so that you are facing each other. You capture his lips in yours once more.

“I love you now and forever, Kim Taehyung.”

A/N: This is a similar cabin to the one I was picturing while writing this. This drabble has a long introduction, but y’all should be used to that by now. 😉Thanks for being patient! I posted it last night...but my tags weren’t working so I’m reposting it now. I hope you all enjoy this little bit of Tae fluff! I’d love to hear some feedback! Please leave something if you see this so I know it is being seen! I’d appreciate some reblogs just in case tags still aren’t working! 😊

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Stressed (Part 4)

Warnings: Death, Sadness Tags: @rmmalta @p0larize-me @dontshootmespence @criminallyyoursdrreid @reiding-and-writing "Not now, Y/N. It’s not your turn.” A voice said. Who said that? You had no idea who was speaking, all you knew was that you were headed towards a blinding white light. Were you dying? Is that the light people speak of seeing before they die? “Y/N,” the voice said again. “It is not your turn. Open your eyes and wake up. You have a life to live. I’ll see you soon but enjoy your life first.” You slowly opened your eyes and was instantly hit with bright lights and a smell you could never forget. Hospital. A doctor who was right outside your room noticed you wake up and came in, introducing himself as Dr. Dawson. “You’re a lucky one, Y/N. We were able to stop large amounts of fluids entering your lung for now. Unfortunately, your wound is pretty big, and we weren’t able to stop all fluids from entering.” He explained. “So what does that mean? And how am I lucky?” you croaked, your throat extremely dry. “It means that small amounts of fluids are entering your lung, and we don’t have a way to stop it. You’re lucky because most people would die almost instantly, but two members of your team were able to rush to meet the ambulance and meet it halfway to the hospital. Because of that, we were able to stabilize you for a little while. However, there is some bad news…” He trailed off, not sure how to say what he had to say. “You only have a few hours to live. There’s fluids entering your lung at a very slow rate, but given that your wound is so big, it’ll start to speed up and your lung will ultimately fill with fluid. I’d say you have 24 hours at most. I’ll give you some time to process this information.” He finished, starting to walk away. “M-My team. Is my team here?” You spoke quickly, the reality of your situation not yet sinking in. “They’re all here. Do you want all of them to come in right now or just one person?” He asked gently. “JJ. Send JJ in first please.” You pleaded. The team was in the waiting room, anxiously awaiting news about you. JJ stood in a corner, biting at her nails. Rossi sat next to Spencer, trying to provide some comfort, though he wasn’t sure what to do or say so he stayed silent. Spencer sat with his head in his hands, trying to process the death of Maeve and your current condition. Penelope and Alex stood together, crying silently. Morgan paced around, constantly checking with doctors and nurses to see if there had been any updates about you. Even Hotch had silent tears running down his cheeks, turning away from the team so they wouldn’t see his own tears. When the doctor entered and told them you were awake, they all breathed a breath of relief and started crying tears of happiness and hope. That all turned to sadness and shock when the doctor then told them you only had 24 hours at most to live. Similar to when Emily “died,” Spencer got up, ready to walk out, however was stopped by JJ, who hugged him, both of them crying into each other’s shoulders. The doctor then said you asked for JJ first, and then everyone. Spencer released himself from JJ’s grip, walking over to Hotch and telling him he’d be going to grab something from your apartment. Hotch insisted on coming with him to make sure he was actually going to get something from the apartment and not to do something else. JJ said goodbye to both men, before wiping her eyes and going into your room. Your red and puffy eyes instantly met JJ’s also red and puffy eyes when she walked in. She immediately walked over to you, wrapping you in a hug while you sobbed into each other’s shoulders. “Thank you.” you sniffled, pulling away from her and wiping your eyes and nose. “Y/N, Rossi and I did what anyone else would’ve done. You don’t need to thank me.” She whispered. You nodded, sniffling some more before sitting up some more and asking for the team. “Of course, Y/N. Spence and Hotch went to get something from your apartment, so they’ll be back soon.” She said, leaving to get the team. As you sat in the hospital bed, you let more tears fall as you wondered about what Spence wanted to grab. One by one, the team piled in and it was evident on everyone’s face (and yours) that you had all been crying. “Pen is that what I think it is?” You laughed, still crying. “What? Oh this! Yes, it is.” She said, walking over to you as you pulled out your half of your friendship necklace, which said “best” with a s’mores on it. She pulled hers out, which was usually hanging in her office, and you put them together, crying together. “Best friends forever.” you whispered shakily. “Best friends forever.” She cried, hugging you. Right as you two pulled away, Spencer and Hotch entered. The team filed out, wanting to give you and Spencer space. Hotch came over and gave you a hug, taking you by surprise, but you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, letting your tears fall. He then walked out, letting you and Spencer have your space. Spencer rushed over to you, tears rapidly falling from his eyes. “I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.” He sobbed, laying his head in your lap. “Spence, please, come join me in here. I need your cuddles.” You cried. He pulled his head up, going over to the chair and grabbing the things he got from your apartment. “H-Here I got you these, from home. Your favorite blanket. I brought it because you always use it to cuddle under when we watch scary movies. I figured it’d bring you some comfort here. I brought you your childhood stuffed animal, I know you cuddle it when you’re scared or anxious. And..I brought this.” He whispered, pulling out a small velvet box and pulling out a ring, placing it on your finger. You sobbed, asking him to get the team before he comes and cuddles you. He nods, kissing your head, before opening the door and motioning for the team to come in. Spencer climbed into your bed, making you giggle at his tall figure climbing into a bed made for one person. Once he was in and under the blankets with you, you cuddled into his chest, leaving a kiss over his heart. “Hey guys, remember when Y/N and Spencer were making out in the break room and we secretly took pictures of them? And then printed them out and put them on their desks?” Morgan said quietly, getting a laugh from everyone. This went on for a little while, everyone sharing their favorite memories of you and you sharing your favorite memories from being at the BAU. You coughed, feeling your lung fill up with fluids at a faster rate than before. “Are you okay?” Spencer whispered, eyes filling with worry. You nodded, letting your eyes fill with tears. “How’s Maeve?” You whispered. The looks on everyone’s faces told you it didn’t end well. “I’m sorry..” you whispered again. Spencer just pulled you closer to him, kissing your lips. You started coughing again, fear coursing through your veins. Fluids filled your lung fast, an uncomfortable sensation spreading throughout your chest. You felt yourself lose your breath, the team looking at you with worry and sadness in their eyes. Spencer pulled you closer, rubbing your back and looking at you with tears in his eyes. “Guys…I’m scared..I’m really scared. I don’t wanna die.” You sobbed, hyperventilating partially from your lung and partially from you sobbing. “I know sweetheart, I know. I love you so much. I love you so so much.” Spencer cried, pressing his lips to your temple and face, knowing it helped calm you down. You relaxed into Spencer’s arms, slowly losing your breath, vision, and hearing. “We love you, kiddo. We love you so much.” Rossi’s faded voice said, though it was laced with tears. “I love you guys too..Spence I love you so much” you whispered, before your vision went black and you were approached with the blinding white light again. “It’s time, Y/N. Come towards the light. It’s time for you to join me.”

Stressed Out MC feat. RFA

(Hello everyone! Here I thought I’d demonstrate an example of my writing style. I hope you all enjoy it.)

Seven

×Youve been nothing but supportive for him, encouraging him, and attempting to be closer only for him to push you away.

× While dealing with guests and with Seven constantly avoiding you, it’s no wonder you’re starting to lose your head a little.

× It just so happens that a crying MC curled up in a ball with her phone in her hand was enough to indicate to Seven how much you were suffering.

× He instantly attempted to call you, but the tables turned when you hit the decline button.

×Seven swore under his breath as he contemplated what to do, he knew that her pain wasn’t a joke. He swore this was a disaster but there was no other way around it. He constantly called you, repeatedly while his eyes remained undetering from the screen.

×After all the times that you’ve been there for him, he had to be there for you. So when you answered the phone..

×Silence was on the other end. “MC? I’m so so so so sorry!” Seven pleaded, guilt written in his features. But, only you couldn’t see it.

×"I know I’ve not been there, and I’ve been a huge prick. You’ve been doing so much for the RFA-“

×You sobbed, saying you were stressed. The conversation led to him attempting to make you laugh, all while ending with him spamming you with memes. And nothing could pull this night off with the sincerest of words.

[I] "I love you.”

Zen

× With home life, and the RFA, and the secrets of Rika’s apartment and everyone’s expectations of you. You burst into a loud fit of sobs that seemed to echo throughout the only memory of Rika: her apartment.

×You were constantly held up to a standard, everyone’s offered their help. However, to Zen you were a beautiful constellation in his eyes. When he didn’t see you in the chatroom, answering in a vague tone. Your man got worried.

×Zen called, only for him to hear sniffling on the other end. His heart sank as you tried to compose yourself.

×"Z-zen?“ You managed to mutter as you wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand. Damn, that should have been him. Between his cast, his rehearsals, he couldn’t have seen sooner just how much you were suffering.

× "What’s the matter?” Zen cooed, “Where are you right now?”

“At the apartment.”

Zen felt a lightbulb go off in his head.

“Give me an hour.”

He hung up rather abruptly, leaving you confused and a tad disheartened. But in that hour later, Zen was a man of his word.

“I’m giving you a ticket to one of my shows! Come over!”

Of course you couldn’t reveal the apartment aadress, but, you awaited at a different location while Zen showed up wearing a biker jacket and a pair of jeans. Damn, he looked like a model. You couldn’t help but be in awe.

His smirk quickly vanished as easily as it appeared as his form was infront of you. Cupping your cheeks with his hand. He showered you with kisses and helped strap a helmet onto you.

× Bonus points for your arms being wrapped around his waist.

When you got to his home, which you have been here before. (I mean c'mon you two are dating) he attempted to make a meal with the ingredients he got, but..only to fail miserably when the rice was burning.

You two cooked together, and watched you in adoration from time to time. He knew you both were stealing looks at each other.

He led you to the couch, and cleared his throat. You couldn’t help but widen your eyes when you saw Zen dramatically pose. It was a One Man Show. This man proceeded to take your breath away. When the show was over, he had fallen to the ground (this guy’s an actor)

Gasping, you rushed to his side and he sat up with a grin.

“The touch of a princess will always awaken your prince.”

You felt your eyes prick with tears and a wide grin wavered through your lips. This was the most that anyone had ever done for you. Before he could retort with concern, you tackled him into a hug before adorning his beautiful features and spirit with feather light pecks.

“This night has been amazing. I love you, so much.” You whispered as you lay on top of him.

Zen smiled warmly as he looked up at you, and turned to switch sides. He was now on top, with his hand pressed to your cheek.

“Every night is amazing when I’m with you.”

That night turned to a sensual Makeout session, and a rather adorable movie night.

×Jumin

Work was especially tiring this particular day. With women throwing themselves at his feet, in appraisal of his money and finances: He could only politely excuse himself from the crowd while his sole thoughts remained on MC.

Stress ate at him throughout the day, and just when he had a break: he decided to send a text message to his wonderful lover.

“Women threw themselves at my feet, I could only manage to step over them..politely of course.”

“lol”

Jumin frowned at this response, You usually were all for roasting the women that would do such a thing. After all, that was one of the many beautiful traits he loved about you. (everyone needs a roasting buddy don’t lie)

“MC, are you alright?”

No response. Jumin also acknowledged the fact that MC responds rather quickly..perhaps she was busy with work? Much to his disarray, he began fiddling with paperwork to pass the time. Yet his eyes always returned to the screen upon the phone.

That’s it. He’s absolutely worried. He had put you on speed dial, and when he heard that she answered the phone on the first ring a relieved sigh emitted from his lips.

“Love, are you alright?” Jumin questioned with concern etched upon his fine features.

“No,” MC sobbed. “I’m not.”

Before he could urge her to tell her, she had already taken the liberty of continuing.

“I have been trying so hard for the RFA but it’s just not fair. Like nothing that I do will ever amount to the work that Rika does! Of course I brush off what Yoosung says all the time, but it hurts. It especially hurts that today’s my birthday of all things, and I’ve been doing nothing but responding to emails. I feel like I’ve been forgotten by everyone, especially you.”

Tears pricked his eyes as he listened to how his beloved felt, and before he could part his lips to speak he realized he may break out into sobs with her. She had accomplished a lot, taking on everyone’s burden but her very own. Nobody was really there for him, and he had let her down.

Jumin glanced at the clock upon the wall, it was the afternoon. He still had time to gather all the supplies and people necessary. He was determined to prove his worth.

“Love, listen to me. I need you to meet me tonight upon the roof of my penthouse.”

“Jumin,I-”

Before MC could protest, he intervened. “I am going to make this the best night of your life.”

He spoke with fervor, determination. MC’s eyes had widened as her lips had parted. A faint blush formed upon her cheeks as she stayed silent upon the phone. The redness under her eyes were evident to her pouring her heart out.

“Do you trust me?” Jumin questioned.

MC slowly exhaled, closing her eyes as she envisioned herself standing in front of him. Inhaling the rich cologne of his suit, and the sharp scent of his tuxedo.

“Okay.” Mc carefully spoke, “I’ll be there tonight. I promise.”

Jumin hung up, excused himself from work that very evening as he made important phone calls. He indescribably threatened anyone that didn’t comply with his requests. He was determined to make this a night you couldn’t forget.

The evening came around, and Jumin stood in front of you with an endearing smile. “I’m glad you decided to trust me. I’ve something to bestow upon you.” He carefully wrapped a blindfold around your eyes,

“Jumin?” You ask, holding out your hand as he carefully took it to entangle his fingers through yours.

“You can trust me.”

Jumin led you up a flight of stairs, making sure you were beside him. When he stopped at the door, he removed the blindfold and opened the door.

“SURPRISE!” The RFA Members cheered while Seven was using the party popper. Debris of colored flakes flowered the ground, but quickly blew away due to the rather careless wind that brushed by.

Regardless, you had a wonderful time. The cake was indeed your favorite, (That much he remembers.) And tears of joy filled your eyes as a happy laugh emitted from your lips. Before Jumin had said anything, you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, I love it. I love you.” You pulled away, cupping his cheeks with a grin. Regardless, Jumin pressed his lips against yours and V, whom had fixed his eyesight: snapped a beautiful picture of you.

Sad to say, Jumin couldn’t snap a great picture of you blowing out the candles on your birthday cake: V had him covered. When the night had calmed down, and the maids had begun cleaning up what was left of the aftermath: Jumin sauntered towards you. Endearingly pulling you closer to his side with his hand rested comfortably at your waist.

Jumin kept his eyes on you for a while, admiring the way your smile complimented the stars that twinkled in your beautiful irises.

“I’m sorry, that I forgot.” Jumin spoke, “I hope that you are happy.”

He could have sworn he stopped breathing when you turned to face him looking like a dream come true.

“I’m more than happy, you did forget but you did everything in your power to make sure I didn’t feel like I had been forgotten..or even a waste of space to you. Thank you.”

Jumin’s eyes pricked with tears as he pulled you closer to his chest, while you both engulfed each other in an embrace. His head rested upon yours as he looked up at the stars.

“You know, MC. I’m the worst at photography.” He explained while he removed the phone from his pocket.

Upon seeing it, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Here, let’s take a picture. This time..you let me take it.” You playfully scolded him.

Standing close together, and you professionally holding the phone a good distance away from the both of you: you snapped a selfie that would forever be a night the two of you remember…in anneversaries to come.

×Yoosung

You two had recently started dating, while you were understanding of the grief that followed Rika: you both were positive enough to find similarities.

If you thought differently, he loved to question you. To try and understand you.

It always appeared on the surface that Yoosung had it easier than you did, caring about his grades but not doing anything: running away from the real world with the help of a console. You remembered you used to be the same way.

“You know, I tried asking Rika about the way she handles people and, I could try and help you if you like! I want to be helpful to you!”

“Yoosung, I’m not Rika.” You carefully pronounciated as you slammed the dish you were holding in your hands. The glass shattered in the sink, causing Yoosung to jump.

He had unconsciously said that, while his hands had been working their magic against whatever villain he was up against. Yoosung panicked, grounding his teeth as he rushed over to you.

“MC, I’m so so sorry!” He pleaded with tears in his eyes, but you were pissed.

“I AM NOT RIKA.” You bellowed from the top of your lungs, causing Yoosung to step back. “Every single time we talk, it’s always about Rika. It’s always about how great she was, how she was this magnificent shadow that I’ll never be able to catch up to!”

“MC, that’s not true!” Yoosung argued as he extended a hand towards you, which you eagerly slapped away.

“RIKA IS DEAD! You’re giving up your future, your life, your time to a memory! Every day, I see you waste your life away. When you talk to me, it’s like you don’t see me! You just see what you want to see!” You pleaded towards him,

“Yoosung, I love you, but there’s only so much that I can take.” Tears pricked your eyes as he watched your shoulders shake from the pain that you’ve endured for so long.

He tenderly grabbed your wrist and set you upon the toilet, where his hands began to remove the shards of glass that were in your finger.

Hissing, you grounded your teeth. Yoosung looked up at you, “I’m sorry, I’ll try to do better.” Yoosung murmured as he focused on you.

When the silence was thought to be a punishment, he broke it with a “I know.”

Yoosung looked into your eyes, as an overwhelming maturity overtook him that made you take your breath away.

“Rika is..more than a memory, MC. She was family, I was her only family. You..you do remind me of her. And you’re right, I do only see what I want to see. I forget that, you’ve only a week to plan a party.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he intercepted your thoughts.

“I know. I’ve not been the best, I’ve never had anyone. I’ve never really thought about your pain..I can only imagine what you’re going through. But, please don’t give up on me. I’ll try and be better for you, for the both of us. It’s just that, you’re so strong, MC. To carry on all this burden, and..i thought you were fine.’”

Your shoulders shook, as you clamped your hand over your mouth. Tears pricked your eyes as you slowly shook your head, “But I’m not.” You strained the words while you looked down at the ground in shame. “I’m not at all.”

The whispers broke his heart as he had removed the pieces of glass from within your skin, treating it with specific care as he bandaged it.

“MC.” Yoosung cooed as he cupped your face with his hands.

“You are absolutely magic. Nobody could do what you’ve been doing. I’ve underestimated and assumed who you are, because I was too blind to see. But, I love you. I’m so sorry for hurting you. If you stay with me, I’ll make certain you won’t forget it.”

A beam of light filtered through the window, and you saw something in Yoosung’s eyes you hadn’t seen before. Behind the alluring violet eyes, you saw the foretelling of a man beginning to grow. A man who keeps their word.

“Do you promise?” You hinted, a soft smile wavering through your lips.

“I promise.” He returned your smile as you held up your pinky finger.

As childish as it was, this was a pact between you two. He entangled his pinke with yours before you pressed your lips to his.

It was a long journey the two of you had decided to travel on, but within this: you found a soulmate willing to grow alongside you.

Celebrating Your Birthday (5SOS Guys)

A/N: Hope you all enjoy, and thank you all who have followed an given feed back! It is really hard to constantly keep writing if no one ever responds, so I appreciate those of you help me keep going<3

Michael

You went to bed at your usual time, falling asleep while your boyfriend Mikey plays his video games. However, little did you know, while you were sleeping he was busy setting things up for tomorrow. When you wake up, Mikey is fast asleep next to you, something you have grown quite used to. As you place your feet on the cold wood floor, you notice a small note on your nightstand.

“Happy Birthday Beautiful.

I made you your favorite muffins (or at least tried to).

The coffee maker already has water and beans in it, so you just have to turn it on.

On the deck is your favorite book and candle, and by 10 a masseuse will be here. Take this time to unwind and relax. It’s your day.

Love, Mikey”

The morning for you was perfectly peaceful, and exactly what you needed. But the moment Michael woke up, you instantly heard him yelling “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” from your bedroom. He then comes running to you with a gift in his hand and a large grin. Most of your day consists of just you two hanging and going out for dinner. However, when you got home from dinner, the moment you turn on the kitchen lights you hear tons of people yelling “SURPRISE!”

 Calum

Your birthday with Calum involved the two of you just having a lazy morning in bed, filled with cuddling and not actually leaving your bed until noon. However, when the doorbell rings, he runs to answer the door and insists you stay in bed.

“Hey babe, come open your present” he exclaims with excitement. As soon as you walk out into your kitchen you see a large box with a bow. Your eyes enlarge as you take in the picture around you. A small smile lands on your face as you walk towards your gift, ready to open it.

To your surprise, as you place a hand on the box, you hear some thumping and shuffling around. You give Calum a look of confusion as his face lights up with a large smile. Once you take the lid off the top of the box, you are instantly met with a wet slobbery feeling hitting your face. Looking down you see a small black puppy wagging its tail in excitement.

The two of you didn’t hesitate on trying to figure out a name for the new member of your growing family. After much arguing and compromise, you finally come up with a name. Only to hear Cal mention that you two should just get another dog, so you each can name one.

Later that night, you and Calum would go to dinner at your parents’ house. But to end the night, you two would be at home with the three guys, just laughing around a bonfire.

 Ashton

In the morning, Ashton would make sure he is completely silent, so that he doesn’t wake you. Waking up almost two full hours before you, he prepares breakfast for you. Then with a soft nudge he will wake you up, surprising you with breakfast in bed, and placing a kiss on your temple.

All throughout the day Ashton would constantly remind you “It’s your day babe, so whatever you want- it’s yours.” But you were never one for over doing it. So, your day primarily consisted of you two getting lunch together and hanging out by the beach.

However, being the boyfriend that he is, Ashton loves to flaunt his girlfriend. Your social media was blowing up from fans sending you birthday wishes because Ashton made sure all of his followers knew it was your big day. He would then go on to sing happy birthday to you, and be sure to record your reaction so that he would never have to forget your cute smile.  

To end your night, you would attend a small party with your closest friends and family. But don’t forget, Ashton will be reminding you happy birthday all night when you get home ;)

 Luke

The morning of your birthday felt like any other. You went through your usual morning routine as Luke did his as well. After being awake for nearly an hour and a half you hear Luke mumble an “Oh shit…” from the kitchen. No more than two seconds later he comes running up to you, his face a mixture of excitement and guilt.

“Happy birthday baby” he says as he places a kiss on your cheek. The majority of your day consists of Luke trying to kiss up for you for forgetting about your birthday.

“You can stop taking pictures of me now” you say with a chuckle.

“But (y/n) you only turn *age* once! We need to remember every bit of it” he responds.

“Oh please, you didn’t even remember it in the first place.”

Although Luke insisted he would take you out to the fanciest restaurant if you liked, you insisted to just stay home and order your favorite take out. The rest of your birthday consisted of you two watching movies on Netflix and not leaving one another’s arms.

As you being falling asleep on the couch you hear Luke softly whisper “Happy birthday baby, I love you so much.”

Every Breath You Take

Jonathan Byers x Cassandra Barnes (OC)

Note: This is the first of my one-shots that relates to a fic of mine (a Jonathan/OC that I’m currently writing). And yes, for those waiting for part two of Coffee Girl, it’s coming! I just couldn’t get this out of my head. Also, still trying to figure out the whole spacing thing because it looks normal for me on desktop, but it’s all wonky on mobile (any tips?), so my apologies.

Warnings: none, unless you count a bit of fluff

Word Count: 1,447

Summary: Jonathan is a supportive boyfriend

Cassandra Barnes was an overachiever in quite a few areas. She played a sport for every season (excluding summer), she got very good grades, she tutored, and despite it all, she still found time to work part-time at the only diner in town, Champs. When she and Jonathan first got together, Cassandra wasn’t quite sure how she was going to balance everything. But Jonathan made sure it worked. Whenever he wasn’t working, he would attend her practice, and would always try to attend the games or meets, sometimes even dragging Will along (he had yet to bring Will to one of the volleyball games, but he seemed to enjoy watching Cassandra when she was in track a few months prior).

Despite the run in with the Upside Down the year prior, Cassandra still tried to maintain her normal life-style. Mostly because she was going to need some sort of scholarship to get into college, seeing as her parents weren’t going to be able to be much help paying for it.

Carson Sullivan (whom everyone at school called Sully), Cassandra’s cousin on her mother’s side, was typically her ride to-and-from school and work. Or if he was available, Jonathan would drive her.

Jonathan was picking Cassandra up, and it seemed like it was the first time he had seen her outside of school all week. Sure, they had seen each other between classes and during lunch, but they were becoming increasingly busy as the school year continued into its second month.

“Hey, Cassie,” Jonathan greeted, smiling over at his girlfriend, who was wearing her volleyball tee-shirt and shorts, with white sneakers.

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, “Hey, thanks for picking me up.”

Even though they had been together since the end of their sophomore year through the entire summer and to the start of their junior year, Jonathan could still be a tad bashful. He wasn’t overly affectionate, but he could be plenty romantic when he wanted to be.

“Of course, wasn’t going to miss this game since I already missed the last one.”

“You were working, it’s cool.” she told him with a gentle shrug and a smile.

Hawkins’s Hawks (original, isn’t it?) Volleyball Team had done pretty well in their first game, and even better in their second, and Jonathan was a bit upset he couldn’t have been there for their last victory. That night he had been scheduled to work and none of his co-workers could cover for him.

The beginning of Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey played softly in the background, on a mixtape Cassandra had made as a birthday present for Jonathan, along with two roles of film. Truthfully, Jonathan treasured the mixtape, playing it whenever he was really missing his girl. He had worked on making her a mixtape as well, giving it to her at the beginning of the school year, on her birthday. She played it constantly (her two favorites from the tape being Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by The Police and Burnin’ For You by Blue Oyster Cult).

Once arriving at Hawkins High, Cassandra bid Jonathan a goodbye with a kiss, grabbing her bag, and rushed into the school. He saw Cassandra meet up with her volleyball friends before they all entered the school. Jonathan figured to wait around a bit until a few other audience members so he wasn’t alone in the bleachers, hoping that some of her friends would arrive. He was very thankful that he got along with her friends, all of them being a jock of some sort. And no doubt, Cassandra’s parents would be arriving shortly, with her sister probably in tow (the girl was deaf, and her parents were a bit overbearing, so she typically wasn’t left home alone often).

Jonathan got out of his car when he saw Melissa pull up in the Volkswagen Bus (1978 Champagne Edition), the typical vehicle for transporting all the friends around (considering it fit eight people comfortably, nine if you were pushing it). Everyone piled out, first Melissa and then Veronica, followed by Lily and finally Tiffany. They waved at him, before walking towards him.

Last to arrive was Sully, in his two-door baby blue Chevrolet pickup truck, and they all finally made their way inside, finding decent seats in the middle of the audience.

Cassandra was the first — and the team’s best — setter, so she served, sending the ball sailing over the net. The game was tense, and when one team scored, the other wouldn’t be far behind. They stayed neck and neck throughout most of the game. Jonathan took to taking a few pictures of Cassandra, knowing she would like them once he developed them the following Monday.

There was a point Jonathan thought the Hawks were going to lose to the Alexandria-Monroe High’s Patriots. In the last set, however, one of Cassandra’s friends on the team, Isabelle, was able to spike the ball and win the game. There was a lot of cheering, considering it was a home game, but all the girls displayed good sportsmanship.

Cassandra eventually found her friends, who greeted her with high-fives. Jonathan stepped forward to hug her.

“I’m all sweaty!” she protested, nose scrunched up.

Jonathan rolled his eyes and hugged her anyways, kissing her cheek. Cassandra smiled.

Cassandra’s family stopped over to congratulate their daughter. Winifred, Cassandra’s sister, signed her congratulations with a grin. Jonathan was slowly, but surely, learning ASL, thanks to help from his lovely girlfriend (he’d mastered how to greet her and how to ask about her day, but every once in awhile Winifred would sign something that Jonathan didn’t recognize).

“We should go get milkshakes to celebrate!” Melissa shouted excitedly.

Pursing her lips, Cassandra seemed to agree. All friends attending decided to tag along, Isabelle included; Sully even said he’d come, so Jonathan didn’t have to be the only guy. If someone had told Jonathan there would be a point in high school were he’d be surrounded by a bunch of girls, he would have laughed in their face. And look at him now.

After Cassandra and Isabelle washed up in the girl’s locker room and changed, they headed to Champs. The group all squished into a booth, patiently waiting their turn to order (Cassandra would have scolded them all otherwise, seeing as she worked there and understood how overwhelming it could be when everyone started shouting out orders).

Cassandra settled on a vanilla milkshake (she usually went for strawberry) and an order of fries she promised to share with Jonathan, who ordered a simple chocolate milkshake. Sully ordered a chocolate milkshake and some onion rings. Tiffany settled on a chocolate malt, Lily deciding on a vanilla malt, Melissa getting a rootbeer float, and Veronica decided to skip the milkshake and got a banana split.

Once all their orders arrived, Cassandra took to dipping her fries into her milkshake. None of her friends batted an eye, and Jonathan didn’t either, he got used to it, but never tried it. She glanced over at the brown headed, brown eyed boy and grinned. She grabbed a fry and dipped it lightly into Jonathan’s milkshake, curious if chocolate dipped would be any better than the vanilla. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, and Jonathan quirked an eyebrow at her, both ignore the chatter around them. She grabbed another fry and dipped it back into Jonathan’s milkshake and held it out to him.

He glanced curiously at the fry before appeasing his girlfriend. He was briefly surprised that it was good, so he grabbed another and dipped it into Cassandra’s milkshake. Both were surprisingly good.

“Told ya,” she said, with a tiny smirk.

Jonathan rolled his eyes, but smiled in return.

“Cass, when’s your next game?” Melissa asked, sipping her rootbeer float.

“Two weeks, I think? I’ll have to check the game schedule again, but I’m pretty sure it’s an away game.” Cassandra told her, reaching over and stealing an onion ring from Sully’s plate.

He tried to swat her hand away, but failed. So he took to stealing what was left of her fries.

After they all pitched in to pay, and then bidding their goodbyes, they separated. Cassandra waved off her friends before opening the passenger door to Jonathan’s car. The drive was mostly quiet, Cassandra holding onto Jonathan’s hand, the other on the wheel. The final song of the mixtape started, Every Breath You Take by The Police.

“Cassie?” he said, gaining her attention, as she had been humming along to the radio. “I love you.”

Although he had said it once before, during the summer, it still brought butterflies to her stomach. “I love you, too, Jonathan.”

Not to get ll maudlin and shit, but if I seem impatient sometimes,...well, here is an excerpt from my diary, started when I contracted Congestive Heart Failure and Atrial Fibrillation...

Diary Excerpts 3 The background story really starts in my childhood: I contracted Rheumatic Fever when I was 9 years old, a disease that left me with a damaged valve in my heart, and a slight heart murmur.  Before you get started on the diary, put something that mildly buzzes next to your ear. Keep it there a few minutes. That is one of the things I have going on 24/7/365, and have had it for 3 years (tinnitus). Now get a belt and tighten it as tight as you can by hand around your head. that is what I feel 24/7/365:                                                             My life changed drastically and unalterably in early October, 2015. I had gotten that terrible flu that went round Atlanta and did not understand or recognize it's severity until I felt as if I would not draw another breath. I woke up one Sunday morning unable to breathe. I could only breathe sitting straight up. Monday morning I made a doctor appointment with my general practitioner. To make a long story short, I ended up in the hospital in late October  for the 1st of 11 times, sometimes only 5 days per stay, sometiems as long as 9 days (as of 5/23/2018).  I remained in the hospital a week. The flu had developed into pneumonia, and bacteria from the pneumonia damaged my heart even more than the childhood illness did), causing congestive heart failure, atrial fibrillation, and an enlarged heart. Complications from these and from the medicines to combat it have also caused renal insufficiency and elevated liver enzymes. I am now on 9 medications to combat the diseases. I have also had two TIAs (mini strokes) and precancerous polyps were removed from my colon. To those who will be conducting and/or involved in my funeral:                                                     Don't spend any more money than necessary to bury me. If I am near death and someone finds me, don't use heroic measures to save me. Just keep me from as much pain as possible. It is in many respects difficult to contemplate death, but the facts and my present condition preclude a long life, so I will end this journey shortly.  I am comforted by the words attributed to Julius Caeser in Shakespeare's novel: " Cowards die many times before their deaths. The valiant taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear death, Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come." To be honest, I will be glad when this life of misery and pain is over. I wish it would have been different.  I wish that all I had dreamed and aspired to had become reality. The circumstances have dealt a different path though. I have taken a very different road in life than I ever would have imagined. There is so much to say: The loss of broken and unrealized dreams, expectations unfilled, life cut short. I hope my ramblings on Facebook, Twitter and tumblr, and my encounters on this journey called life have had a positive impact on someone, and that I have made a positive difference in someone's life. I will keep a diary starting on page two of this document. I hope to live a long life, but It doesn't seem like that is to be. I have made some tremendous mistakes in my life, but hope the good I have done outweighs the bad. There isn't a day that goes by when I am not saddened unbearably by losing the love of family.  To everyone, I love you.

Diary: 10/18/2016. I felt pretty fair throughout most of the day, although I haven't slept a lot. I haven't really kept track but I believe I slept about 4 hours from 4:30am until 8:30am, then from about 2:30pm until 4:30pm. I feel like **** now. Weak, heart beating hard... I think nearly every day about not living through this any more...Congestive heart failure, atrial fibrillation, and an enlarged heart - it is a bitch to live with - no energy, no stamina, hurting or in some type of discomfort constantly. 10/20/2016 I feel a little bit better today - still no energy to speak of. I hurt my back, so am dealing with that in addition to everything else. I think I have made contact with someone - a public defender - who can help Kevin. I stay tired and sleepy nearly all the time... 10/21/2016 Can't sleep. Heart racing, lungs feel tight. 10/22/2016 went back on Proventil inhaler. I think last dose was about 10:45pm 10/21/2016. Have to wait another hour for another dose. can't breathe. Weak stomach tight/bloated. have dry cough. able to sleep 5 hours after 2nd dose of Proventil. Still no energy, no stamina. Throat and mouth dry. slept another 3 hours. Ear infection is back. Ear infection is bothering the hell out of me. Constant ringing. a little sick - don't know if it is from ear infection or other malady - had runny stool several times yesterday. Lost my appetite. Got prescriptions and started back taking them. I hope it gets me feeling better. Kevin's arraignment was Wednesday - charged with felony marijuana possession, misdemeanor marijuana possession, and drug paraphernalia. Finally getting a little hungry. Ate 1/2 Big Mac large meal earlier; Will finish it. Lasix is working me over. 10/23/2016 hard to breathe - can't sleep well. yet am almost overpoweringly sleepy. I finally got a little sleep - about 5 hours. Stomach is cramping, still no energy, no stamina. 10/24/2016 Woke up early - hard to breathe. don't have stamina or energy for ****. Get extremely tired when sitting in a chair and need to lie down and rest, but it takes a long time to sleep - if I am able to - because it is hard to breathe lying down.  made a doctor's appointment for Thursday at 3:30pm. 10/25/2016 same as yesterday. may be getting a little worse. 10/26/2016 my worst day yet. same as the days above, but can't get relief even for a moment. Constant pain and discomfort, tightening band around my head - helluva headache 11/8/2016 Still feel nauseous about 3/4 of the day each day. Doctors think it is the medicine that makes me sick: Indications for some of the meds say will make you sick. Kevin still has shitty attitude. He doesn't get it that he will need to impress the hell out of the jailers to get conditional release program. 11/11/2016 Sick as ****. I hope that is what is causing me to be so confrontational with people rather than me turning into an a**hole. I went off on Jecca. Got jealous because she contacted an old boyfriend of hers. Turns out he called her because he has some type of injury to  his hand and foot and wanted some sympathy. I told her if she continues contact with him I would start hanging with sluts and send her pictures. I told him I would stomp his ass if he kept contacting her. I got pretty nasty with her before we finally made up and resolved it. 11/12/2016 I have been off the diary except sporadically for a while. I thought I was getting better: No such luck. Started driving to class today and threw up all over myself and my car. I am extremely nauseous, and have a tremendous headache.  I get hungry as hell, but then get full after only two or three bites of food. Death would be a blessing. No energy, listless, no ambition, no drive. Headaches are the norm for me, and the ear infection is chronic with constant tinnitus. 11/13/2016 pretty much the same as yesterday. a general feeling of malaise, nauseated. 12/4/2016 I was invited to Christmas dinner. I hope I can have the energy to go. It is getting to the point I don’t even want to be around anyone. I just want to be in the comfort of my own home. Becoming even more of a recluse than normal. New medication regimen seems to be working a little better. Still feel weak and sleepy most of the time. I guess tinnitus will be permanent. 12/12/2016 Was invited to a show free of charge to sell my jewelry. I don’t have the stamina to set up my display, much less be there several hours. Headaches are normal, and tinnitus is constant. 4 days now with no sleep. Period. Zilch. Nada. Bupkiss. 12/24/2016 I can’t make it to the Christmas dinner I was invited to. I don’t have the energy to go. Staying home and cooking chicken with vegetables. 11/14/2017 It has been a long time since the last entry, but what's the point? At least by reading it I discover again the pain and shitty feeling all the time are not new. I don't know what the merit is in that, but it makes me feel like maybe I am not getting worse: I just get the unparralled joy of feeling like total **** all the time: Nausea - constant; headache - constant; tinitus - constant. It is all 24/7/ 365 until I manage to sleep for a little while - 3 or if I'm lucky, 4 hours at a time.  YIPPEE!!! On a different note, Jecca and I are no longer together. When I incurred tremendous financial burdens because of the CHF, she no longer wanted to stick around. It has really done a number on me emotionally, but on the other hand, it wouldn't be fair to want her to stick around and watch me die, becoming a widow in the prime of her life.   I would like at my funeral, Crossing the Bar read during the service: Crossing the Bar   BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON Sunset and evening star,    And one clear call for me!   And may there be no moaning of the bar,    When I put out to sea,  

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,    Too full for sound and foam,   When that which drew from out the boundless deep    Turns again home.  

Twilight and evening bell,    And after that the dark!     And may there be no sadness of farewell,    When I embark;  

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place    The flood may bear me far,   I hope to see my Pilot face to face    When I have cross’d the bar. I started an online ministry - not much participation - only 22 members after a few months, but I post sermons and positive thoughts for the day, most of the time twice a day on the positive thoughts. Well, I will stop blubbering and blathering now. Nothing can change, unless I somehow have the good fortune of being hit by a Mack truck or a meteor falling from the sky to put me out of my misery, or something like that. Yippee kayay. Anecdote: I may seem at times to not have much patience with people when they have their little foibles. I am not cold hearted, and have tremendous empathy when people are truly in pain or have grief. It is the little mundane bs that people grouse about that annoys me. My sister  died when she was 15 and I was 16, from leukemia. My youngest brother died when he was 3 and I was 17, from aplastic anemia. My other brother died when he was 45 and I was 53, from a lifetime of alcohol and drug abuse. Both my parents died several years ago, and I am the only one left in my original family, and the only close relative I have is my son, who is now 30 yrs old. My girlfriend at the time (1977) died in my arms  because she had been to a party and OD'd from booting cocaine.  I was driving north on I-285 just north of Atlanta in 1984 when I saw a car lose control and t-bone another one, splitting it into. They both burst into flames. I was just behind them and drove through the flames, stopped and tried to rescue the people I saw burning in one of the cars. I couldn't get in to them because the flames had engulfed the car and I had to watch them burn, unable to help. I was driving on a state highway near my house when I was still a teenager and saw a car lose control and run into a delivery truck. The truck flipped over on its top, and the car slid in a ditch. When I got to the car (this was before padded steering wheels and air bags) I found the driver with part of the steering wheel sticking out of his throat. Both occupants were dying. All this is to say I have seen far more than my share of death and I have no patience with people who complain about little mundane things. On the other side of the fortune coin, I lost control of my car during a rain storm in which I ran over a board with a nail in it and blew out a tire in the rain slick highway: I rolled several times and was hit with the car jack in the head before coming to a stop at the bottom of a 27 foot embankment, but was not seriously injured. I was with a group of musicians in 1969 during the Piedmont Arts Festival in Atlanta, when we drove to the countryside with 3 cases of Red Ripple wine, using them as seats.  The driver lost control of the van and we rolled several times down an embankment, and all but two bottles of wine broke. None of us were seriously injured. So forgive me if sometimes am a bit impatient and high strung.  A friend once said, "Don't sweat the small stuff".