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You Overhear Him Talk About You Part 3

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A/N: hi babes! I just want to thank you for the amount of love and feedback I’ve received for this series! I’m so happy to hear y’all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! As per countless requests, here is part 3! Sorry for any errors. As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Happy Reading💜

For those who are interested, I will link the previous parts here:

Part 1 Part 2

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After what seemed like the millionth time for the night, Tom decided that the he would put a pause on his barrage of texts and calls and try again in the morning.

He did not want to sleep in what was before your shared bedroom, shivering at the thought if the empty and frigid room, your happy memories haunting him; so he settled into the couch. As he struggled for a somewhat comfortable position, his mind went to the memories of the ordeal that had just unfolded the past 48 hours.

“you should’ve came to me”

“how am I supposed to be okay when the person I love is ashamed of being with me”

“have I really done you wrong”

“was it necessary to make me look that bad”

“it’s clear you’re ashamed of dating me, so I’ll do both of us a favor and just leave”

Your voice rang through his mind, the heartbrokenness evident. He remembered how shaky your voice was, quivering at the immeasurable amount of pain and shame that engrossed your entirety.

You woke up a couple of hours later groaning at the fact that in the midst of all that had transpired, you managed to sleep a total of only 5 hours. You were exhausted, beyond all measure, your groans escaping your lips out of pure annoyance. Your body clearly had other plans but to rouse you from your slumber and run through all that has happened and how you ended up here.

Instinctively, you reached over the bedside table for your phone.

        3:23 am.

        53 missed calls, 48 voicemails, 88 messages

You didn’t have to wonder or guess as to who could possibly bombard you with 189 notifications, you knew who the culprit was.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the phone screen in your palm. You let out an exasperated sigh as you transfixed your body into a fetal position praying that by some miracle your body will succumb to the sleep it so desperately wants and needs.  You had no energy left in you to entertain your mind and its calls for you to read through the texts and listen to the voicemails.

<hours later>

You awoke to the sun shining through, illuminating your hotel room. You rolled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom. You took in your appearance; bloodshot and swollen eyes, a red nose, flushed face and hair sticking out in all directions. You saw your reflection, you absorbed every single detail of the aftermath, ingraining your appearance into a folder in your mind, only opening into the late hours of the night, keeping you company in your new state of loneliness.

You shut off the light and slogged back into bed. You buried yourself into the duvet and began to feel the heaviness of your eyelids, welcoming the sleep you desperately needed.

Tom’s POV

C’mon Tom. Try again, even if she doesn’t answer. I can’t give up, we can’t go out, not like this. Call her, text her, whatever it is, just don’t give up. This is worth fighting for, she is worth fighting for. Please answer me, babe. Please.

He called you again, texted you as well. You saw his contact picture and watched your phone ring, watching go from “incoming call” to “missed call”.

That was how your day went, with you curled up in the bed, phone in hand, waiting, watching him try his best to get in contact with you. He has to give up at some point, right?

<short time skip>

Y/N’s POV

For the past 72 hours or so, trying to fall asleep  was next to impossible. My head was filled with several thoughts and “what ifs” constantly flooding into my brain. I turned on my phone and scrolled through my Instagram feed, trying to tire myself. It never worked. I repeated this theory every night thinking that I would have an epiphany on ways to fall asleep. I knew that it was beginning to become a problem when I eventually dozed off at half past four, leaving me two and a half hours before morning. I awoke with no problem, but my eyes were bloodshot as usual and defined with a heavy black crease which under each which I had  given up trying to hide with concealer.

<Saturday>

It was that time again, that dreaded day where I was scheduled to work another arduous and exhausting 12 hour shift. It’s been about 5 days since I last saw him, since I last spoke to him; these 5 days seem like eternity. Within that 5 day period, I had a lot of time to myself, time to really think what is left of Tom and Y/N. Was this the end? Is this how we end?

Thankfully, I always carried a extra pair of scrubs in my car, so it saved me the inevitable trip back to our place- err, his place.

I quickly went to get ready and before I knew it, I was out the door and on my way to the elevators.

As soon as I got to the unit, I took in the scene and atmosphere before me. It was a bit busy, but it was doable. Now you see, in healthcare, we cannot say the “q word” (quiet) once that word is in the air, all hell breaks loose.

Here we go, shift, please be good to me, I beg you.

Midway through my shift, I can feel the tiredness inside me like a worm, slowly but deliberately draining my life. I see, but I don’t think much of it. I hear, but I’m not really listening.  Everything seems to move in a dragged pace, all submerged into a hazy fuzz that is my vision.

Self diagnosing myself with insomnia, I come to the realization the severity and sheer magnitude of insomnia and its effects; it turns you into a living zombie. I’ve been awake, praying that somehow, some way, I would’ve been cancelled at work today and didn’t have to go in.

“Why do you look so tired?” said the night shift nurse who was giving report to me.

“It’s been a rather long week” I quickly replied, ending the conversation.

She just nodded and continued on with report for her remaining patients.

It was during your lunch break that you felt your phone buzzing.

It was an incoming call from him.

You sighed, and placed your phone back into your pocket. Making sure to put it on ‘Do Not Disturb’

You carried on with the remainder of your shift, thankful that all was okay with your patients with no new admissions.

The next few hours flew by and before you knew it, you were giving report to the nurse next shift and you were making your way out of your unit and into your car.

You took out your phone, to no surprise, you were greeted with 20 voicemails and 25 texts.

You exhaled, he was going to keep trying to get ahold of you until you gave in and picked up, or at least even sent him back a text.

You read his last text.

Tom: Y/N, hi. When you get the chance please call me/text me. I just want to make sure you’re okay. I love you.

This was it, this was the moment you were going to finally reply to him.

Y/N: hi, T. ‘m alright, can we meet up to talk?

Within seconds of you hitting send, you saw the infamous three dots, he was replying.

Tom: wow, you actually replied back. Thank you, happy to hear you’re okay. Yeah, wanna come by the apartment?

Y/N: okay, on my way

Tom: okay, sounds good. See you in a bit

You took the long way to the apartment, your mind thinking of every possible way/any plausible excuse you could conjure up so you didn’t have to see him.

About an hour later, you arrived at what used to be your shared apartment.

You got out of your car and slowly began your way up the steps and to the front door. You felt weird just entering, feeling like you were barging in(although in reality, you weren’t, this is your home too) so you knocked.

It wasn’t long before you heard him unlock the door, you saw him display a look of what seemed like confusion, but he quickly brushed it off and move aside a bit, making space for you to enter.

You stood at your spot awkwardly until he offered you to take a seat on the couch.

You slowly made your way to your seat on the couch, waiting for him to get situated, praying that he initiated this long awaited conversation so this meeting could be over.

You sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, both of you not knowing what to say/how to start.

The awkwardness was unbearable that you caved in and decided to speak first.

“I don’t really know how to start this, there’s a million thoughts going through my mind right now, let’s hope I don’t forget something” you let out a big sigh before continuing on again.

“I still stand by what I said, if this was truly an issue, you should’ve came to me. You should’ve just told me. You don’t know how much it hurt to find out the way I did, through a conversation with your best friend. Do you understand how embarrassing this is? And I still stand by my decision, I think it’d be best if we just end things” I spoke, noticing it become just above a whisper

“I am so sorry, babe. Really, truly am.I’m not ashamed of being with you, you have to believe me.  I know, I should’ve came to you. I am sorry. But please. Please, don’t do this. Please, we can get through this. I love you” he let out quickly.

“I’m so sorry T, but I can’t. How do I know you’re telling the truth this time? I don’t think I can be in this relationship with many doubts racing through my mind, you’ve embarrassed me tremendously. I do hope you find the one person who you aren’t ashamed of. Bye, Tom. Take care.” you spoke, tears flowing ceaselessly, as you made your way to the front door.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please believe me, I’m telling you the truth. I am not ashamed of being with you.”

“Please Tom, please stop. Don’t make this anymore painful” you begged

“Before you go, can I please just hold you, hug you one last time?”

You didn’t say a word, you just stood frozen in place, with your hand on the doorknob.

In the blink of an eye, he stood before you, opening his arms and holding you one last time.

A single tear slid down from his warm, butterscotch eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed it’s way down his pale cheek, releasing the sadness and sorrow that has been held inside of him for all this time but still he did not make a sound. He sobbed into you chest unceasingly, hands clutching at your jacket.

You held him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears soaked your chest. A tiny lapse let him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed again, his howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him back into the outstretched arms of his grief.

She stood in his arms for a few minutes before untangling herself from his grasp.

She hugged him one last time before she set out for the door, and out of his life forever.

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Take me Back

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Requested: Anonymous said: hi! can you write a scenario where yoongi tries to win you back?? plz. thank you if you do do this request!

Summary: Yoongi chooses his music over you for the last time.

Genre: angst

Length: 0.8k

A/N: hope you enjoy!

my fan on my laptop broke everyone pray to any deity (including jungkooks thighs) that it starts working

 “No really Yoongi, it’s fine. Ditch me again for your mixtape,” he could hear the undertones of anger in your voice hiding under a thick layer of sarcasm, “no honestly, I didn’t expect anything less of you. This was your last chance like I told you about five times already and you’ve shown where your loyalties lay, with your music. That’s okay. I’m going to start seeing other people who might put me first for once.”

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i'm begging you guys to start pirating shit from streaming platforms. there are so many websites where you can stream that shit for free, here's a quick HOW TO:

1) Search for: watch TITLE OF WORK free online

2) Scroll to the bottom of results. Click any of the "Complaint" links

3) You will be taken to a long list of links that were removed for copyright infringement. Use the 'find' function to search for the name of the show/movie you were originally searching for. You will get something like this (specifics removed because if you love an illegal streaming site you don't post its url on social media)

4) each of these links is to a website where you can stream shit for free. go to the individual websites and search for your show/movie. you might have to copy-paste a few before you find exactly what you're looking, but the whole process only takes a minute. the speed/quality is usually the same as on netflix/whatever, and they even have subtitles! (make sure to use an adblocker though, these sites are funded by annoying popups)

In conclusion, if you do this often enough you will start recognizing the most dependable websites, and you can just bookmark those instead. (note: this is completely separate from torrenting, which is also a beautiful thing but requires different software and a vpn)

you can also download the media in question (look for a "download" button built into the video window, or use a browser extension such as Video DownloadHelper.)

I absolutely loved the fact that despite Wrecker having a fear of heights he didn’t hesitate to jump down and save Crosshair. His friend, his brother. ♥️

I miss them working together; always trying to top the other, but in a friendly competitive way between brothers. 😭❤️

I really hope one day they will be like this again. 🥺🤞

Star Wars: Tales of the Jedi 1.05 | Practice Makes Perfect

with the new lore provided ive decided this is the only way this interaction could have gone

Crosshair, to Hunter: Of course you can trust me. All my motives are completely sinister

Tech: *whispers in Crosshair's ear*

Crosshair: Sincere

“And how do you plan to deal with this delay, Lord Vader?”

tbh I really don’t know how to headcanon obi-wan’s position in the empire if he was a sith. He would have more power over Vader (not necessarily by rank), that’s for sure.

Masterlist

[!] new masterlist (mobile ver. coming soon)

S U G A :

Your stranger - working the late night shift at a local corner shop and Yoongi becomes a frequent visitor.

Till Dawn  - friends with benefits. (M)

Issues - jealous yoongi.

Morning - morning sex. (M)

Bad girl - professor/mr.min. (M)

Late  - CEO yoongi. (M)

Crush series - [1/?] 1 - yoongi struggles with a crush.

Broken - 1, 2 [2/2]  - secretly dating but cannot be a normal couple. (M)

Mine - jealous yoongi. (M)

Stuck - elevator smut. (M)

Colours - yoongi agrees to be your model for an art project. fluff.

Relax - caring yoongi + bath.

Games - camping. (M)

Memories - yoongi reminisces on the past as a couple.

Wake up - lazy make out session ft. yoongi being a shit.

Misunderstanding - jealous of jungkook.

Admire - admiring yoongi’s neck.

Interruption - scolding that leads to smut. (M)

Marks - yoongi leaves marks all over your body from biting, and one of the other members sees them accidentally.

Jealousy - angst/jealous yoongi.

Control [2/2] 1 , 2 - yoongi allows you to take control. reverse roles for part two. (M)

Warmth - [1/?] yoongi the stoic businessman you make coffee for each morning is too cute.

Cheat - cheating.

Distracted - car sex. (M)

Play - jamming session.

Want - couch smut. (M)

Job au prompts:

Salon - ‘rumor has it that you’re a hairdresser with magic fingers and you can fix any bad hair day so that’s why I’m here’

Klutz - ’ ‘you’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone.’

Pick up lines - ‘should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ + ‘I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’

Crown - [1/?] 1 -  ‘Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept.’

Hotline - ‘i have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour’s’ + ‘ I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ (M)

Flowers - ‘I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower and give it to me’

J U N G K O O K :

Private - ’a glimpse of something private, something that should have remained unknown to your eyes and suddenly the boy you had believed was innocent had become a man practically reeking of testosterone.’

Revelation - ‘The heat that resonated from him was unlike any other man you had encountered, his movements were carefully calculated despite his intoxication, his touches soft yet firm upon your skin leaving a scorching trail in their wake. With kisses alone you felt as if he was deep beneath your skin drawing out all of your darkest deepest desires.’ (M)

Paper Hearts - ‘You met him at the tender age of thirteen. He was the boy next door, the kid that walked you to school on your very first day and told you your smile was like sunshine.’

Unseen (M) - ‘Jungkook struggles to keep his hands to himself.’

Nirvana (M) 1/2 - ‘the need for something that isn’t yours, yet all jungkook wanted to do was take and you willingly gave him everything and anything.’ 

What you need 1/? “People here, they’re dangerous you do best not to mix.” he explains, watching in interest at your reaction to his words. “Are you one of those people?” you ask. Bingo. He almost smirks he’d seen this scenario countless times, small naïve girls wanting nothing more than to play with fire, to get burnt. He leans forward within his chair, the proximity closing between the two of you as he pulls his lighter from his pocket. “I’m the worst kind.”

deal (m) 1, 2, 3, 3.5/? - summary: ‘the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook?’ High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

wonder (m) - summary: ‘that was the snag, the inconvenience if you will, Jeon Jungkook had next to no experience with girls. It was his best friend that insisted on dragging the poor boy from the safety of his dorm and to the nearest frat party. But now Jungkook no longer attended the parties instead taking refuge on your couch. He’d find comfort there, stretched out upon his back with your legs on either side of his body, your fingers threading lazily through his hair.’ virgin!kook

heat (m) - summary: requested - first time oral. 

wet (m) summary: requested: shower sex.

promise? - summary: police au

N A M J O O N : 

Blossoms: summary: requested - first time meeting.