Being scared could mean many things, any situation could lead to fear, your fear, well it was a very common one, fear of spiders or any insects as a matter of fact, you hated their hairy long legs, you hated the way they were so fast and the way they felt on your hands, each time you freaked out looking at them and shaking your head while screaming,
“KILLLLLL ITTTTT” but namjoon is a kind soul, he has never and never will harm a single living creature, NEVER, unless it’s really harming you, but the spider that was found in the bathroom, was not that much of a threat,
“Y/n, you don’t need to kill it, it’s so much smaller than you” he walked over with a cup in one hand and captured the insect, he then exited the bathroom as you cautiously followed, from behind, half curious and half frightened, as soon as namjoon got to an open window, he let the spider loose into the wild so it could live happily, he smiled to himself and closed the window, as soon as your surrounding was clear and safe, you hugged namjoon from behind and buried your head into his back,
“What would I do without you? Thank you joonie” he smiled to himself and caressed your arms that were wrapped tightly around his torso
Hello, I wanted to submit something for the christmas event! An scenario in which you try to teach Namjoon how to cook cookies, but it ends up being a (funny) mess (I'm asking for fluff, mostly). Thank you very much for your hard work!
BTS Christmas Drabbles❄ #20: Namjoon.
-Making cookies shouldn’t be this hard damn-
You giggled to your boyfriend’s complaints, he was kinda cute all bothered by a bit of flour and sugar.
-That’s because they aren’t hard to make babe- you moved closer to peck his cheek and Namjoon fully turned to grab you between his arm and kiss you for real.
-I deserve it- he said overly satisfied with himself after staining your clothes with flour.
You raised an eyebrow to him amused. -You think you deserve to be kissed like that after literally blowing up my kitchen with fluor?- he bit his lips and shrugged with a smirk, oh how gone were you for him. You got on your tiptoes and pecked his lips lovingly. -You’re a very spoiled man-
-You made me this way- he said smugly, so you rolled your eyes.
-Alright let’s try to make these again, did you knock over all the brown sugar?-
He looked apologetically at you so you knew you had to replace that.
-Sorry- he said and you laughed.
-Well this assistant is just making everything harder for me-
-I’ll give you a bomb gift after this-
-You better do!- you said laughing and getting busy with the cookie dough again, this time you managed to at least make and shape them not half terrible. The countertop was a dirty mess, Namjoon was covered in almost every ingredient and thanks to him, you were too.
-They look nice- you boyfriend whistled.
-Of course they do, I made them- both of you laughed and he back hugged you.
-But I helped even if it was my first time, aren’t you happy it was with you?-
-Oh stop it!- you were going to hit his arm and slipped with the sugar on the floor so both of you ended slipping together and Namjoon almost knocked over the pot with the melted caramel for decoration if you didn’t catch his arm first.
-Oh my god Joonie watch out- you fell unceremoniously to the floor and he went to hold the pot in place and promptly burnt his fingers.
-Ouch ouch goddammit!-
-You’re a potential walking danger, step away from the stove- you tugged at his pants from the floor and dragged him towards the sink to let the cold water run in his hands. -I would like to kindly remind you that we are here to make cookies not to die in the process-
-I’m trying - he whined and it was the first time you heard him so. The laughter erupted from your lips because what would you do without Namjoon?
Despite the mess you were happy for being with him and not having any chopped finger so you pressed a flour covered finger on his nose and leaned forward to kiss him.
-I know you are… thank you for making this day special and not killing us both before christmas-
-This was your idea not mine- he said fake annoyed and then stole another kiss from your lips.
A trashed wedding venue, your family and loved ones quieted with fear as they anticipated the nerve-wracking scene that was ensuing between you, Taehyung, and Namjoon.
How could you have known that Taehyung had been in love with you all this time? Or even at all? He had been your friend since high school and was always there for you, to comfort and care and love you when you needed it most in your darkest hours. He was always cheerful and happy to see you. Always so warm and welcoming with you. That’s usually how it goes with friends, right?
You had always known him to be calm and collected, never voicing his emotions or feelings because that’s just how he was so you never dug into him than he let up.
So why of all days did he decide to snap?
It all happened so quick… the beautiful venue draped in white and pastels of pink and yellow. It was your wedding day with Namjoon. The day that would connect the two of you as one, signifying that the both of you would be together forever, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish…til death do you part.
“If I can’t have you, no one will, (Y/N)! I promise we’ll be together on the other side! And I’ll love you better than he can!” Taehyung cried as he pointed the gun faced at you.
You stood frozen and speechless, unable to form any sort of sentence. Fear sucked the air from your lungs and the pounding of your heart was louder than ever before. Tears only fell from your face as you watched Taehyung’s pointer finger slowly begin to pull the trigger. You squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation, waiting for the bullet to shoot through your chest.
“No! (Y/N)!” Namjoon yelled in desparation.
The gun shot and sounded, echoing off the walls in the venue. You winced and waited for the pain to shoot through your chest. You waited to drop to the floor but you never did.
You opened your eyes to see your white wedding dress still intact and unstained with blood, but you’re horrified when you look up to see Namjoon in front of you, smiling with a tear falling down his cheek, the white shirt under his suit stained blood-red with a growing diameter.
“NO!!” You shrieked, tears immediately falling from your face as Namjoon fell forward and collapsed into your arms. You kneeled to the ground with him and held him in your arms.
In the background cops have finally arrived at the scene, pointing their guns at Taehyung and urging him to put his hands in the air and put the gun down. He smiles with tears streaming down his face as he drops the gun and slowly raises his hands in the air. He watches you, cheeks stained with tears he may never get to catch again as he himself took the love of your life with his own hands. The act was nonetheless satisfying, yet nothing pained him more to see you broken as you were now. He continued to turn his head back as he was handcuffed and forced out of the venue, sad to see you go as it may as well have been his last.
“No, no, no, no! Namjoon- baby-,” you whimpered with tears, applying pressure to the wound in his chest. “Why did you do that for me..?”
Namjoon weakly placed his hand on yours as it pressed against his chest. “I love you… (Y/N),” he coughed, softly grinning. “You’ve made me the happiest man on Earth… and I can’t thank you enough.”
His words cut you like a knife, making your choke on your tears and the pain of your heart being broken.
“No, no, no…. baby… don’t say that,” you whispered in between sniffles. “You going to be okay.”
“I, Namjoon,” he weakly began. “-take you, (Y/N)… to be my lawfully wedded wife… to have and to hold… for better, for worse,” he deeply breathed and then coughed, blood evidently filling his lungs. “For richer, for poorer… in sickness and in health,” he grinned, taking your hand from his chest and kissing your knuckles. “Until death do us part.”
“You can’t die. Please don’t die,” your voice cracked, taking his hand and bringing to your cheek. His hand going cold and his face becoming pale. You rocked back and forth with him in your arms as your eyes swelled with tears, clenching his hand tightly in yours, internally begging and praying that someone he’d be okay.
Namjoon’s eyes fell heavy and you choked back a sobbing your throat. “Namjoon? Baby? Stay awake,” You lightly shook him.
Namjoon faintly smiled as he brought his free hand to wipe your tears and cherish your flushed cheeks. “I will always… love you, baby,” he weakly breathed, his eyes sparkling one last time with such love and endearment for you before fluttering close.
“I love you too, baby,” you softly cried.
And then his hand fell from your cheek and his smile slowly disappeared.
You broke out into a loud and uncontrollable sob, choking back your tears but failing as you let it all out. You squeezed the love of your life and held him close to your body, suffering and grieving the loss of his life and realizing you weren’t getting him back. His sweet dimpled cheeks that came out of hiding when he smiled. His glowing eyes as he spoke to you and the many random thoughts about life he brought up. His shy but cute little laugh and his long arms and tall stature that held you safely within him. The many ‘i love yous’ he would whisper to you.
All gone.
Your heart couldn’t have shattered anymore than it already had… but it did. Nothing more could make you as empty as you were now.
Setting: Disney au – Little Red Riding Hood (though it’s rather based on the 2011 movie)
Genre: dark, folklore, supernatural
Warning: blood and death
Words: 893
Summary: Didn’t your mother tell you not to walk alone in the woods? It’s full of monsters.
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According to the myth travelling on wanderers’ mouth from village to village, Death is coming for everyone who dares to enter the woods in the dead of night. Horrible screams of the reckless youngsters who break the unwritten rule still echo through the region. Their blood spills like dirty secrets on the pearl white snow, their clothes are torn into chunks and nothing else remains of them. Not a single bone.
It’s a curse only the elderly knows about and now their descendants have to pay the price. Time has never known salvation, remedy or forgiveness. But how to stop the rage of the monster they created? Every year, on a particular dark day when the new moon is out, it’s time to feed the beast’s hunger in order the save the village. One doomed soul is better than the awful bloodshed that’s waiting for them. They mask their selfishness with humility and call it a sacrifice, offering a virgin daughter of the town. They are no better than the monster itself, murderers, each and all of them. Maybe this is the reason why they can’t be at ease when the night comes. Fear slips into their bones, terror poisons their blood and the horror mirrors in their dull eyes. They lock up their children and listen to the roaring wind while hiding in the basements. And the strangest thing is that nobody has ever heard the victims scream. Still, they disappeared under the favour of the night leaving behind nothing but blood.
You have heard the rumours, too. You have seen the carmine blood and the tears of the chosen ones. Yet, you aren’t afraid. You follow the path illuminated by the moonlight confidently, tugging at your red hood that keeps falling off of your head.
“Oh, you scared me,” you halt abruptly when a figure steps in front of you casting shadow on your fragile body. Your right hand lands on your chest even though your heart keeps beating steadily at the sight of the young man.
“Sorry,” he says dryly. The word tastes like a lie on his tongue. You don’t say anything, just keep your eyes down at the ground. The poppies are all dead in the soiled snow. “Didn’t your mother tell you not to walk alone in the woods? It’s dangerous for a pretty girl like you.”
The stranger - or not so much - warns you and the careless threat in his voice makes you smirk.
“You have always been good with words, Namjoon,” you smile, wickedly so and when you look up at him, your eyes are glowing mischievously. In the meantime, the boy, barely a man with dirty blonde hair looks close to having a heart attack.
“Y-you… but you-”
He struggles with his beloved words and he visibly shakes. His widened eyes glare at you as if he saw a ghost. Maybe he’s not that far from the truth.
“Should be dead?” you finish his sentence with a shrug and take a step closer and closer until there’s nothing more than an inch between you two so you could whisper in his ear: “Tell me, what do think what happens to the girls the villagers leave tied up to get eaten up by the monster?”
It’s an understatement to say Namjoon is dumbfounded. Actually, he looks scared and guilty. The vein on his neck pulsing heavily and his breath is getting ragged.
“I… that… but there was so much blood...” he tries to reason and you laugh. The melody of your giggle is floating in the air waking up the crows.
“Yes, I almost died but I didn’t,” you turn around theatrically just so he could see that you were very much alive. However, your genuine smile quickly fades away as you look him in the eye. “Stupid me thought you loved me yet you never looked for me.”
It’s an accusation, the sharpened sword of Damocles above his head.
“You were chosen to save us,” Namjoon explains hastily why he didn’t protest, why he didn’t try to stop them when they dragged you away, why he didn’t come when you cried after him.
“And should I be honoured because of that?” you scoff, turning your gaze away from him. In the darkness you can see your sisters’ ardent eyes. The chilly weather is creeping up on your back and anger is building up in your insides as the howls are getting louder. “He told me that the woods would expose your true, self-centered personality.”
“Who?” The boy asks confused but you hush him quiet.
“Shh...Didn’t your mother tell you not to walk alone in the woods? It’s full of monsters,” you whisper with eyes turning honey-coloured, nails becoming claws and fur displaying over your smooth skin. You are the beauty of duality: a human and an animal in one body, an abandoned soul and a forever beating heart. You never show your scars, only pretty smiles. Once you were a dream out-of-reach, now you are his worst nightmare.
Before Namjoon could escape, you sink your teeth into his musty-scented soft flesh. It tastes sweet like almost-lovers do. Above, the moon tells another tragic tale that warns the villagers: you’re coming for them. And you will hunt them down one by one. It’s time for them to meet the monsters of the woods.
Namjoon
1. I need to tell you something
10. Stop it! You are hurting me!
Word count: 1021 (Gaaah, this is too long for a drabble, sorry)
Genre: fluff (I think?)
You'd been waiting for Namjoon all day. You didn't know if he was taking longer than usual or it was just because you were too excited to tell him the great news.
You'd been planning for two weeks now how to tell him but you didn't seem to find the proper way. You knew he would freak out so you needed to be sure that it was on a day he wasn't that stressed out with work, which was always the problem, him and the other members had been having such an exhausting preparation for their new comeback so he came home every day tired as hell.
It was late already and all your excitement died little by little when you realized he was probably going to get home when you were asleep like the last three nights.
You decided to call him, just to be sure.
- Jagi?- you heard his voice on the other side of the line.
- Hi! Ummm... I just wanted to know if you'll come home soon... - you asked, while playing with your hair nervously.
- I don't think so, jagi... We have to keep practicing a few things before leaving.
- Oh... Okay - you said a little disappointed but you knew deep inside that was going to be his answer.
- I'm so sorry Y/N - he said after letting out a loud sigh. - There's nothing I want more than to be with you right now. Honestly. I promise I'll do my best to go home as soon as possible - he said. You could tell he was feeling guilty for all those days you had barely seen each other.
- It's okay, Joonie. I understand. Don't worry about it. I'll see you later, okay? - you said trying to calm him down a little.
You wondered for a second if it was the right time to tell him. He had already too much pressure on his shoulders and this would definitely make things way more complicated. What if you were wrong for being happy about it? What if Namjoon wasn't cool with it? What if he left you?
- Okay. Hey, Y/N...- his voice vanished the mental pictures in your head.
- Yes?
- I love you. I love you so much - he said, and you could hear Yoongi making fun of him in the back. But he didn't mind. He'd never been ashamed of showing his love for you, whether you were alone or not.
You chuckled a bit after listening to Hoseok imitating him.
- I mean it, jagi. I love you - he said, and you could almost see him smiling which made you smile too.
- I love you too. See you at home then - you said.
- See you soon- he said and you hanged up.
It was almost midnight and you had fallen asleep so long ago knowing that Namjoon was indeed going to get home late once more.
"Maybe some other day... Or maybe he'll notice eventually and that's going to be the right time" you thought before letting yourself go into dreamland.
The sudden presence of someone kneeling over you caught you by surprise and woke you up with your heart racing in fear.
- Jagi, I'm home- you heard that voice you knew so well whispering in your ear. Namjoon leaned on to kiss your neck.
-What the hell are you whispering for, Kim Namjoon?- you yelled at him trying to get him off of you, he was too heavy.
- Because I didn't want to wake you up
- Oh well, next time you shouldn't start by jumping over me when I'm sleeping- you said still struggling to get away from the cage he had just made with his body. Your heart was still racing because of feeling him so close.
- Come on, Y/N. It's not like I haven't done this before, and you've never complained. Am I doing something wrong, am I hurting you in any way? - he said concerned.
Hell no, he wasn't. But you were scared to do that know. Especially now that things were so different.
- No... God, no. Not me at least... - you said bitting your lip nervously.
- What do you mean?- he asked confued.
- It's just that I... Hummm... I need to tell you something...
- What is it?
- I've been trying to tell you this since a couple of weeks now but-
- Y/N, you are worrying me, what’s going on? - he interrupted you. His whole body tense still kneeling over you.
- You know sometimes I call you daddy, right?- you asked.
- Yes...
- Well... I think now I mean it, daddy - you said hoping for him to get your point.
- What? - he said having no idea what you were talking about.
- I’m pregnant- you let out as fast as you could. His face got pale and he froze.
Now you were scared. All your fears came again to your mind. Why wasn’t he saying anything? You should’ve waited for the right time.
Feeling his body crumbling over yours made you want to cry.
- Namjoon, stop it! You are hurting me!- you said trying to release the pressure over your tummy fearing for the baby who was just starting to grow there.
Your cries for help made him go back to earth, and he rolled to the side letting you breathe normally. But he didn’t say a word. He was there, just staring at you with wide open eyes.
- Are you going to say something?!- you asked desperately.
But the he smiled so brightly you understood you needed no words to come out of his mouth. He held your face gently with his hands and kissed you like he’d never had before. All your worries faded away the moment your lips met his, until you tasted a salty flavor in your tongue.
- You are crying…- you pointed out as you saw his face with his cheeks wet with tears and his eyes full of love.
He smiled once more and placed a soft kiss on your belly.
A/N: Thanks for the beautiful anon for the request, and I’m sorry this took so long. I hope you liked it though.
Ps. I DO NOT own any of the gifs used on this post, credit to the rightful owners.
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64. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it toa bed.”
Namjoon sucked on your sensitive neck as his hands trailedup your thigh. You lightly hissed, letting him leave a pink mark on your neckand hands work up your body. You were hotand so horny. You wanted him. Badly. The week before your monthlyalways made you this crazy.
You looked into his dark chocolate eyes blown with lust,giving him that look that showed just how much more you wanted him.
His lips trailed up your jaw and paused just near your ear,close enough to feel his taint, hot breath that sent chills down your spine. “Ifyou keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed,” he whispereddeeply.
He pulled back with a snarky smile and looked at you foryour response. You smirked in response and slowly weaved your hands into hishair and brushed through it before placing them just around his neck. Youclosed in on his ears and whispered deeply, teasing him playfully with yourwords.
“Aww, but what if I want you now, baby?” Your hands traileddown his clothed chest to his jeans, tugging at the waist band playfully. “Doyou think we could make it to the bed? Hmm?” You whispered some more beforelightly chewing on his ear lobe as your fingers worked its way to unbutton hispants.
Namjoon deeply chuckled in response, as he quickly removedhis t-shirt.
“So impatient, are we baby?” he said as weaved his hand intoyour hair and watched you drop to your knees in front of him and slowly takehis hot, throbbing cock in your mouth as you lewdly looked up at him once more.
Liar, Liar Christmas Tree On Fire - Rapmonster Drabble
requested by @shxuhara
If you would have known that you would almost end up burning down the entire drom complex you would have never asked Namjoon to decorate the Christmas tree with you.
You should have known that this would end in a desaster despite Namjoons reassurance. On top of it all you were a little clumsy as well so this really was destined to end horribly.
The boys schedule this year was even tighter than the one last year and it seemed like they wouldn’t have time for Christmas at all. For you Christmas was an important holiday to you so you decided you would buy a tree for the boys dorm.
When you arrived there with boxes of decoration you only found Namjoon. The other were still practicing and that was a good thing because this way the surprise would be bigger.
Namjoon was instantly stoked and promies to help you. Of course you asked him if he would be ok with helping you, since he also had a lot on his mind at the moment but the leader wouldn’t hear any of it.
“I’m their leader and I wanna care for them so please just trust me with this. I would never let you do this on your own anyway.”
So the two of you atarted decorating and it was all a lot of fun up until the point where you wanted to put the lights in the tree and Namjoon handed you candles. You asked him if there wasn’t anything else because you knew how dangerous this could become but he told you that it’s tradition and reassured you that they’ve done it countless times that’s why you shouldn’t worry. So you two ended up putting the candles in the tree.
You were almost finished when you suddenly smelled smoke. And that was the exact moment hell broke loose. All you remember is the irritating noise of the fire alarm, a whole lot of managers yelling at you and a serious Namjoon who told everyone that this was solely his fault alone.
When everything was over you found him outside the dorm on a bench looking deep in thoughts. You sat down next to him and waited.
“I’m sorry I ruined christmas for you and the boys.”
He said eventually. You could see how much he wanted everyone to be happy on christmas so you just replied.
“We will always be happy on christmas as long as we are all together. But let’s buy electrical light’s next year, ok Joonie?”
