Jungkook huffed, annoyed. He’d spent the last two hours with you, sitting in a blanket fort in his basement watching dumb movies.
“When you said you wanted talk to me about stuff, I thought you meant verbally,” he grumbled, pulling you closer to him.
You nuzzled the back of your head against his chest and sighed.
“I did and I will…” you replied.
To be honest, you were simply nervous about talking to him about what you had in mind. Ever since Taehyung had come clean about him and your brother, you’d been thinking that maybe, just maybe, you should come clean to Jimin about you and Jungkook. Another part of you reasoned that it wasn’t the right time now and that it would never be the right time.
You felt Jungkook sigh deeply, his breath breath blowing your hair ever so slightly.
Taking in a deep breath of your own and releasing it, you plucked up the courage to talk to Jungkook about coming clean.
“I wasn’t guilty about sneaking around at first…” you paused, taking a shaky breath. “But then Taehyung told me about him and Jimin and I suddenly felt like, I don’t know, maybe we should tell Jimin about us.
“Another part of me is still not ready to tell Jimin. I just- I just don’t know what to do Jungkook. I really want to be with you. You mean a lot to me.”
Jungkook nodded, his chin hitting the top of your head lightly.
“Well…” he began slowly. “What if we pretended like we were slowly becoming friends? Like, I stop giving you grief in public and you stop throwing sassy comments my way in return. We look like we’re becoming friends, like we’re changing for each other because we like each other- which isn’t far from the truth to be honest- and warm him up to the idea.”
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Authors Note: I KNOW ITS LONG BUT I PROMISE YOU ITLL BE WELL WORTH IT. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT!!! IM YELLING IM SO HAPPY I FINISHED THIS!!!!
Summary: a series of short stories to your forever.
(each bolded word starts a new short story, the horizontal lines also divide each story.)
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If life had worked out perfectly; you would have never met him. You took the wrong train going downtown. Stupid, you knew, but being a first time New Yorker was hard. You wandered the streets aimlessly until you found a subway station late at night, hoping and praying you’d be able to find your way back home, your phone having died hours ago. You sat on a bench tapping your foot anxiously waiting for your train going up when a subway car rattled its way to your station. You were passing the doors when you saw a man runselfning down the length of the aisles in the subway car, singing loudly with a pair of headphones on. He didn’t notice you immediately, but when his eyes finally fell on you he practically tore off his headphones and stopped dead in his tracks. You gave him an awkward smile before he blushed red and returned one.
Summary: Jungkook reveals why he rejected you. But is it enough for you to forgive him?
Word count: 1.7k words
You watched, mesmerized, as Jungkook fidgeted with his hands, the chords of muscles in his forearms flexing. His gaze was downcast, his plump lower lip caught between his teeth, as he struggled to find the words to stay. You found that this uncharacteristic nervousness made him seem more genuine, but still, it was difficult for you to trust Jungkook after everything that had transpired.
After recently regaining some of your memories, the wounds Jungkook had inflicted still felt fresh. Your heart ached as if it were only moments ago that Jungkook had tossed you aside.
The conflicting memories of Jungkook warred in your mind. On one hand, Jungkook had rejected you with cutting words and a cold heart. But on the other, he had helped nurse you back to health and remained resolutely by your side. Which one was the real Jungkook?
You wanted desperately to hold onto the version of Jungkook you had imagined as a young girl, not the one who had been sleeping with your best friend.
“She won’t believe me,” Jungkook thoughts interrupted. Your gaze flickered to his, but he was still staring at the ground, unaware that he was projecting his thoughts. You could feel his uncertainty and fear through your soulmate bond. The sudden urge to comfort him arose, but you pushed it down.
“Jungkook, I promise I’ll listen,” you said quietly. His head shot up, Jungkook’s wide eyes peering into yours. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. “I can’t promise that I’ll believe you, or that everything will be fixed, but I’ll give you this chance to explain everything.”
Jungkook sighed and looked away, his jaw clenching.
“I know I need to explain this to you,” Jungkook began slowly. “But this is really hard for me. I don’t want to show this side of myself to you.”
“Believe it or not, I don’t hate you now and I probably never will,” you said with a small laugh. “We’re soulmates for a reason, you know.”
Jungkook gave you a small smile, his gaze flickering down. “I guess I’ll start from the beginning then.”
You nodded, waiting patiently as Jungkook took an unsteady breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, before exhaling slowly and looking back at you. His eyes were raw and honest.
“The first time I heard your thoughts, I was six,” Jungkook recalled with a fond smile. “You didn’t hear me for awhile later. I still remember what you thought. ‘That looks like a fun tree to climb.’”
“That was the first thing you heard?” you asked incredulously. “I remember that! I climbed a tall-ass tree in the park, and I fell and broke my arm.”
“I know,” Jungkook replied grimly. “I felt it, too. For such an underdeveloped bond, it didn’t make sense for me to be able to feel your emotions. But I could. All I could feel was your panic and pain.”
You winced, recalling the memory from all those years ago. For a six-year-old, it was a terrifying experience.
“I was so young at the time,” Jungkook continued. “I didn’t understand why I could feel emotions that weren’t mine. I didn’t know why I could hear someone else’s thoughts. And I couldn’t understand why I cared so much about a person I’d never met.”
You opened your mouth, but Jungkook cut you off immediately. “Don’t apologize,” Jungkook said, smiling slightly. “I got over it, eventually. It got easier when you started to hear me.”
“That wasn’t until, like, a year later,” you frowned. “That must’ve been so strange.”
“It felt a little intrusive,” Jungkook shrugged. “But your thoughts were pretty entertaining. Plus, I was a really shy kid, so you were my only friend for a little while.”
“That’s really sad,” you said quietly, your voice lilting. “We didn’t have an actual conversation until we were nine.”
“We could have had spoken sooner, but I didn’t want to,” Jungkook confessed, looking away. “I learned how to block my thoughts, mostly. Sometimes I can’t, if I get too emotional.”
“Why didn’t you want to talk to me?” you questioned, a little hurt.
“It wasn’t you,” Jungkook replied immediately. Then, he frowned and clenched his fists. He didn’t speak for several moments, but when he did, his voice was quiet. “It was because of my parents. They were soulmates, but for some reason, they didn’t get along.
“My mom found out that my dad was cheating on her, and it was a mess. They divorced a few months later. My mom got custody, and my dad sort of spiralled,” Jungkook explained, his voice coloured with shame. “I didn’t know how to face my own soulmate after that. I didn’t even know if I could believe in soulmates anymore.”
“Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “If I had known, I would’ve–”
“No, I didn’t want you to know,” Jungkook interrupted. “You were the only person I could pretend to be fine with. You were the only person who didn’t know how fucked up my family–how fucked up I was.”
“You were just a child,” you argued. “How could I think badly of you?”
Jungkook just shook his head. “I wanted to seem like a good person in front of you,” he said. “Even after my parents, I still wanted to believe in soulmates. I wanted to have something to look forward to. You were always so happy, it was easy to pretend with you.”
A few moments of silence passed as Jungkook tried to collect his thoughts. You wanted to reach out, to hold him, but you didn’t know if he would appreciate that.
“My mom had to work a lot to support me and my brother, so she wasn’t home often,” Jungkook continued, his voice low. “My dad picked up drinking. He tried to take us home with him, once. The police had to come.
“My brother was hit pretty hard, since he was older when it happened. I was in middle school when he started high school. He joined a gang, started getting into fights and dealing.
“I didn’t follow him, but I got involved with some pretty bad people. You know what my reputation’s like–it’s because that’s who I am. From high school till now, all I did was party. I drank, I did drugs, I slept around.”
“Why didn’t I know any of this?” you asked, confused. “In all the years we’ve been talking, I couldn’t tell that a single thing was off.”
“I showed you what I wanted you to see,” Jungkook replied with a cold laugh. “I was hoping by the time I met you, I would’ve already cleaned up my act. I didn’t expect to see you that night, and I was so ashamed of myself. And I ended up pushing you away, because I wasn’t ready for you to see me like that.
“You were the last person I wanted to hurt, but I fucked it up anyway,” Jungkook said, his words venomous. “I ruined everything before it even began. It’s fucked up, but after you lost you’re memories, I thought it was like a second chance. I know, it’s fucking disgusting, but I wanted you to see the person I could become.”
“Look, I know everything about me is fucked up, okay?” Jungkook spat. “I don’t want to hear apologies, I don’t need pity. I don’t need forgiveness, either. This is the truth. This is everything I never wanted you to know.”
“Jungkook!” you repeated, more firmly this time. You reached out and grabbed his hand, which was clammy, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Listen to me. All I wanted was for you to be honest with me. It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed or ashamed of your past, of yourself. If I’m your soulmate, I want to love all of you.”
Jungkook stared at you, his mouth hanging open slightly.
“If anything, I wish I could have been there for you,” you continued sadly. You played with his large hand, weaving your own fingers in between his. “We’re soulmates, you know? We’re supposed to support each other. There’s a reason why we’re connected, even if we don’t understand.”
“I just hate disappointing you,” Jungkook sighed, squeezing your hand back. “I was afraid to see our relationship crumble. Just being soulmates–I don’t know if that’s enough. If I’m anything like my father–which I am–then we’re doomed.”
“Don’t say that,” you scolded him gently. “I’ll admit, there are some things about you that aren’t great. But you’re more than your mistakes. You’re passionate and kind, and you’ve shown me the best sides of you, too.
“We aren’t so two-dimensional, Jungkook. I’m sure I’m not the perfect person you made me out to be when we were younger,” you laughed.
“But you’re perfect for me,” Jungkook insisted, then blushed deeply. He gulped visibly and looked away.
“Look, I don’t know if I forgive you yet,” you said, and you saw Jungkook deflate. “But I will eventually. I want us to move past this together.”
“Thank you,” Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking. He looked up at you. “I know I don’t deserve that, or you. But you’re the reason why I even try. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have probably given up already.”
“You should want to live for yourself, Jungkook,” you smiled sadly. “I am your soulmate, but I’m not your entire world.”
You pulled Jungkook into your arms, and he immediately buried his nose in the crook of your neck. You weren’t sure, but you thought you could feel wetness against your skin. Was he crying?
“You helped me a lot these past few weeks,” you continued, holding Jungkook tightly in your arms. “Let me help you now. We’ll make it through this, together. Okay?”
Jungkook nodded against your neck. And despite how terribly everything began, you were almost certain that everything would turn out just fine. With Jungkook truly by your side now, you felt strong. You were determined to unravel the mystery of the boy in your arms, who felt as far away as he was close.
- Girl in Luv
One more part to go, then it’s finished! How did you guys feel about this chapter? Are you still mad at Jungkook? His behaviour sort of makes sense now…I hope. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this series, and thanks to everyone who stuck with it! Look forward to the last instalment of I Got You On My Mind. I’m always so thankful for the support we receive, from the replies to the fanmail. You guys are the best! Happy reading 💛
History classes sucked and that was the truth. It wasn’t just the numerous wars and revolutions, in fact, they were quite interesting but the drawling, ghastly voice of Professor Binns made everyone sleepy and bored. This would often result to students waking up by the end of the class, only to find out there was a homework about the earlier discussion and you should consider yourself lucky if someone was even awake enough to listen.
As was the case of (Y/n).
And no, she was not awake that time.
She was half-asleep when the professor announced a group homework and her group mates were none other than the four, troublesome Gryffindors. To be quite honest, they were not as laid back as she thought they’d be. They would help one another when it comes to studies and rumour has it, they would even stay up all night to review. No one has confirmed this rumour, of course, but she was quite confident in their abilities since their high grades were enough evidence especially her long time crush, Remus Lupin.
She was on her way to their dorm, carrying with her her school books to get started on the homework, when Peter Pettigrew came running down the stairs.
“Pettigrew! Where are you going? We’re supposed to start on the homework, remember?” She said.
“Sorry, (L/n). James and Sirius has detention the whole day today.”
“What?” She frowned, “But the deadline’s tomorrow! I can’t do this by myself!”
“Yeah, sorry. I wish I can help you but…uh, Remus is upstairs. He can certainly help you out. Anyway, I gotta go. See you around!” Peter said before scurrying away quickly.
(Y/n) did not know why he was in such a hurry or what could be more important than their homework but her heart jumped at the mention of her crush’s name.
She wanted to get this homework over and done with. She had put too much faith on James and Sirius and now that they were in detention (no doubt another prank), she had to make do with what she have; not that she didn’t mind studying with Lupin. It was because she couldn’t focus on anything when she’s alone with him. It had happened before and she did not understand a single lesson.
She marched upstairs while mumbling furiously, planning out how she will done the two in and bury their bodies next to each other. She had not noticed their door slightly ajar and so when she opened it, her eyes saw the most unexpected scene that made her regret ever coming in. Remus Lupin was standing with his back turned to her, slowly pulling his shirt over his head. His back was littered with long, red scratches and scars but the arch of his spine made her blush, his shoulder blades made her heart pound, and the tiny dimples on his back made her wet.
(Y/n) was immediately frozen on the spot. She did not know if she should leave or shout at him for not locking his door. Either way, she had to decide quick because time was running out and Remus was already turning around.
His eyes fell on her immediately but he did not seem taken aback by her presence. Instead, he smirked and watched her eyes widen in surprise.
“Can I help you?” He asked casually.
It made her melt, her mouth hung slightly open and all the air from her lungs felt like they have been sucked out by a vacuum. She bit her lip to try and swallow her words but her heart was beating so loud that she became unaware of what came out of her mouth.
“I, uh, need some help with something,” she said with a smile which Remus interpreted as a positive response. He walked towards her and every step that he took, made her walk backwards nervously until she was pressed against the door, closing it with a soft thud. He reached towards her face and gently brushed the back of his finger on her cheek, trailing down to her chin to meet his eyes.
“And what is that?”
(Y/n) looked at him with wide eyes before looking down at his lips. She was so tempted to know how they taste like, how they feel like. She wanted him badly but she decided to play along. Her awkward self was now long gone.
“Homework. I can’t do it by myself, you know.” She said with a smirk. She did not know where this sudden burst of confidence came from but it was leading her to get where she wanted to be.
“Well, good thing I’m here for you, aren’t I? None of my friends are here too so we have the room all to ourselves.” He said, twirling a piece of her hair before tucking it behind her ear.
“Don’t you think I should come by some other time?” She said, “You’re not fully dressed.”
Remus looked down at himself and chuckled, “I would be if you knocked on the door.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” She teased, making Remus growl and grab her face, kissing her lips passionately.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her tongue trailing along his lips while he firmly kept his hands on her hips. Both of them have wanted this for so long but they never had the chance to know about how they felt towards each another since his friends were always teasing him. He did not ever want this moment to pass and so he moved his hands up and down on her body, feeling every inch of her skin, memorizing it in his mind. Hearing her moan softly was like music to him, knowing that he was making her feel good. He licked her neck and softly nibbled her ear before whispering.
“Do you want me?” He asked and although they haven’t gotten very far, he wanted her to assure him that she wanted him as much as he did. She slipped her fingers through his soft, brown hair and gave him his answer after a quick kiss on the lips.
“I do. I’ve always do.” She replied, making Remus smile excitedly like a little school boy who had just received his candy.
He carried her in both of his arms and laid her down on his bed before crouching towards her like a hungry wolf. She bit her lip and watched him hover above her, her eyes set on his. He leaned in and began to kiss her once more while she pulled him close with her legs. She felt his hard on press against her clothed heat, making him moan back. He continued to grind against her in a rhythm so pleasurable that made her sure her underwear was soaking wet by now. He pulled apart from her mouth and trailed kisses from her neck to her collarbone, lowering the top of her shirt to reveal more skin.
Watching him taste her and lick her was once a dream she would fantasize about at night while playing with herself but now that it was happening, she wanted more than just this. Remus stopped and pulled the top of her shirt once more, peaking down at her bra with a smirk.
“Take this off for me, darling, would you?” He asked in a polite yet lustful manner.
(Y/n) did not hesitate and sat up to remove her shirt, revealing to him her black laced bra with a tiny white bow between her breasts. She bit her lip and beckoned him with a finger.
“Remus…” She moaned, driving him mad.
He leaned in to her hungrily and cupped her breast in his hand, “ ‘This for me, darling?”
He fondled her and massaged her as she continued to moan his name in his ear. He pinched her nipple through her bra while she reached behind her back to unclasp it. Remus pulled it by the straps before tearing it from her body, throwing it on the other side of the room. She laid back down once more as he kissed her, his hands now reaching through her underwear to feel her wet womanhood. He pressed his thumb on her clit like a button, his other finger teasing her soaked entrance.
His lips went down to her breasts and closed around her nipple while he kept his fingers busy, rubbing up and down her slit. He pushed two fingers in and as she moaned, he began to move them, her wetness making it easier for him to slide in and out.
“Feels good?” He asked but he did need to hear her answer.
The way she writhed at the mercy of his fingers was enough evidence. He continued fingering her until she was about to reach her climax, pulling it out before she could release. She glared at him for delaying her but he did not say anything. He tugged down her shorts and tossed it by the bed before removing her underwear that matched her bra. He placed it in his pocket and started to unbuckle his belt.
“You’ll have it back tomorrow.” He said. The thought of her going back to her room with no knickers under her clothes aroused him.
He pulled down his boxers next and (Y/n) licked her lips at the size of his impressive length. He was already hard and the tip was leaking pre-cum. She spread her legs in front of him, showing him how wet she was. Remus’s eyes darkened with lust at the sight, capturing it like a picture to wank himself to. He crawled back on top of her and held his cock before running the head up and down her soaking slit, teasing her.
“Remus, no…I-I want you,” she said, desperation in her voice.
He leaned in to her and kissed her softly before slowly easing himself inside, pushing his thick manhood in her wet cavern. Inch by inch, he filled her pleasurably, making her moan into his kiss. He pressed his forehead against her and pulled out gently before pushing back in one thrust.
“Oh, love…You are so tight. Feels so good for me, darling.”
He praised, his elbows planted on the mattress as he began to move in a slow, teasing rhythm. (Y/n) moaned at every hard and slow thrust he gave. Soon enough, he increased his speed with an even harder impact than before. Her walls clamped tightly around his length at every push and pull, his lips capturing hers.
His hands both gripped on the headboard as he roughened his thrusts, his nails scratching the wood. He was hitting her g-spot now and he was going fast and hard, making the headboard slam against the wall. He moaned at how wet she was becoming, whispering to her praises like how good she made him feel. He could tell she was close and so he carried her by her waist and sat up, allowing her to move up and down on his thick length.
“Oh my God, Lupin! I’m so close…”
“Go on, love. Come for me,” he encouraged, pressing his lips on her skin. He was getting close as well and with one last thrust and a hard slam of her bum on his thighs, the two finally reached their climax.
“A-Ahh!” Remus moaned as he started to cum inside her, thick spurts of his seed marking her walls as his. He groaned in immense pleasure while she soaked him with her juices, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. He kept his arms around her, her hands on his shoulders as his cock began to soften. He laid her back down and pulled out, his cum trickling down from her slit. (Y/n) smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.
“Wow…That was splendid.”
Remus panted and smiled before cleaning her up. He laid back down by her side and tucked her in with his blanket, pulling her to his chest.
“So are we dating?” He tried to asked confidently but his fear of just being a one-night stand made him worry. He wanted to start a relationship with her and not just a physical relationship to help him let out his frustrations. He loved her deeply and if she did not want him, it would surely break his heart.
However, (Y/n) smiled and nodded, “Of course!”
Remus gave a breath of relief and returned the smile, “Hogsmeade on Saturday, then?”
“I’d love to, Remus.”
She kissed his lips softly before resting her head on his shoulder, falling asleep by his side.
Ok so, anti Kylo Ren people - I don’t understand them. Not in the sense that I can’t understand why someone wouldn’t like Kylo - you like what you like or not - but it’s the analysis of the character, something you can interpret on a sliding scale of better or worse accuracy, that strikes me as profoundly odd. It’s completely in defiance not in just to what we’ve been given in the material but also to the things the directors and actors have said themselves explicitly. Which is just…weird. It’s like alternative facts land. It gets especially weird when comparing him to Anakin, which antis always seem to do in a way that treats suffering as a vulgar balance beam of precisely measurable and predictable quantity and quality.
“Unlike Anakin, Kyle Ron grew up with 2 parents who loved him”
No offense but - so?? Barring the very few wrongheaded outliers who label Han and Leia as abusive and uncaring (and to whom antis seem determined to sniff out and then cling to like a barnacle as a way of judging the wider fandom), most of us recognize the genuine parental love Han and Leia have for their son. My question is since when has love alone ever been enough to keep a young man from falling into darkness? Especially when said young man is growing up in a complicated family situation. If that were the case our world would be a less fucked up place than it is now.
Yes, Han and Leia loved Ben. But guess what? You can love your child and still be a dysfunctional family. You can care a lot for your kid and still make bad choices. You can still try to do your best and fail miserably. You can even do these things and inflict damage because you love them so much. Leia recognizes this - she thought she was doing good in sending Ben away to Luke for training. She was wrong and the decision hurt rather than helped, regardless of her intentions. She said so in the fucking movie.
I find it funny that the people who are vehemently against the idea of love, either from Leia or Rey or Luke or whoever, playing a part in Kylo’s redemption because they think love doesn’t redeem bad men and the notion is toxic are the same people who think love should have kept Ben Solo from becoming Kylo Ren in the first place. That’s some outstanding cognitive dissonance. The idea that because Han and Leia loved Ben and he grew up in a materially comfortable setting compared to his granddaddy somehow eliminates for him profound suffering and turmoil or immunizes Han or Leia from making long-lasting errors as parents and human beings is laughable to me.
I grew up with a super critical and moody father. It often felt like he didn’t like me or my brother. It was only later that my dad confessed that he thought he was being helpful by chewing us out all the time even though it had the opposite effect on us. And my dad loved the shit out of me. But he didn’t realize the damage he was doing and it wasn’t intended but his own flaws kept him from realizing that and by then, the damage was done and there was no taking it back. Granted, I didn’t join a murderous regime, but then again I don’t live in a galaxy far, far away.
To refresh, reminder that these are canon facts: 1. Han admitted to being uncomfortable around Ben because of his powers. 2. According to both Carrie (”We neglected him a little”) and Adam Driver (”having these incredible powers and not having his parents really be around”), and supplemental material (Bloodline) that Leia and Han ran a contentious household with their work keeping them divided at times. 3. Ben didn’t even know about his true heritage and he found out not through his family but through someone outing his mother as Vader’s daughter. By then he had already been sent to Luke to learn to control himself.
And honestly, to reduce the Solo/Organa family situation as being informed above all else by the love Han and Leia had for their son is to completely erase the strength that outside forces had in tearing the family apart.
Antis will unfavorably compare Anakin’s life to Kylo by saying “Anakin was a former slave who was then manipulated by Palpatine so it makes him more understandable” but like uh Ben was preyed upon by a dark entity since he was in the womb - since he was in the womb. Mama Leia says even says in the movie that it was Snoke who seduced their son, so I don’t get what distinguishing Palpatine’s manipulations while erasing Snoke’s does except make anti-Kylos look like hypocrites.
And then there is this whole “Han offered Kylo redemption and he didn’t take it so that’s that!”
Yeah. Han offered Kylo a chance to come back. It was the last thing he did. And he did it 6 years after Kylo fell. And after 29 years of constant struggle and misunderstanding that constituted Ben/Kylo’s life. He did so at Leia’s prompting. Not that he didn’t want his son back too - he did and he was sincere about it - but he also showed more doubt than his wife. This is gonna sound harsh but from an in-universe perspective and certainly from the character’s perspectives that’s not good enough. That’s not to downplay the love with which the gesture was made or the wrongness of Kylo’s decision. But what Han offered in that moment was just that - a moment. And redemption needs more than a moment, it requires a journey. Han even acknowledges his failures in the last moments of his life, hoping that Kylo will someday forgive him too.
What Han did wasn’t showing a way back, it was a more of a drop-everything-and-run-away-with-me proposition that did not resolve all the underlying issues subsequent actions that led to their estrangement in the first place.
Again, there is a certain irony that anti-Kylo/anti-redemption folks who quip this line that Han was offering redemption and Kylo rejecting it and killing him therefore his chance are over are often the same ones who scorn the idea of Rey or Leia playing a role in Kylo’s redemption. Yet (putting aside that this is mischaracterizing how most of us envision the redemption arc going) by taking the position of the former, aren’t you contradicting yourself with the latter by acknowledging that yes, redemption can be given through love? Because that is what is being said when you say Han had the solution.
At any rate, the way back must be something that Kylo finds on his own, not have given to him, with others serving as influences and inspirations but not as his patrons of good. This whole analysis of redemption being closed to Kylo Ren, of him being a “privileged white boy” who threw it all away or of his life being so comparatively better than Anakin’s thus rendering any parallels between them moot is just wrongheaded. There is a lot we don’t know yet and have been promised by those involved in the film to see, including Kylo’s “humanity”. If you’re one of those people with the viewpoint that I have spent this entire post taking down, my honest to god non-snarky recommendation is that you either adjust your reading of the material and change your expectations or not see Episode 8 at all. You will be profoundly confused, angered or disappointed otherwise.
I was patiently waiting for Taehyung’s arrival, and in the mean time I had changed into a black oversized hoodie which hid my baby bump completely. I didn’t want to let him see just yet, there were a few things I needed to confirm. A few things that I needed to know before I could make the decision to let him know.
My doorbell sounded, and I took that as a signal to prepare myself before opening the door. Once I had opened the door, I looked him in the eyes momentarily before gesturing him in. For the first time in so long I finally got to see him again. Aside from his hair colour and style, he hasn’t changed one bit, he’s still as handsome as ever, his eyelids still slightly uneven - but I’ve always loved his eyes. We just stood there in the hallway not knowing what to do, until I plucked up the courage to finally say.
Imagine: You are in a long-term relationship with Elijah Mikaelson and is very happy with it. One day, when he requests you to go over to his house to meet oficially his siblings, Hayley accuses you to being with him only for his money and power, which leaves you heartbroken.
Back then, when you were nothing but a naive teenager, you used to dream about true love, wondering every single night, whilst watching the stars, how it would feel like once you met him. Would you recognise the one right away? Or it would take some time for you to realise it? Man, you were one hell of a weird kid.
However, your questions would only be entirely answered years later, in the exactly moment Elijah Mikaelson walked into your life.
without trying very hard at all you can see bob’s current Look™ in this
(ao3) (general warning for 4x13 spoilers just in case)
Bellamy looks up like he’s been caught, pushing up his glasses and smiling guiltily. For all the times Clarke drew him over the past six years– on every spare piece of scrap paper she could find, every blank stretch of wall in the lab– she never imagined him like this: hair shaggy and long, the sharpness of his jaw shadowed with stubble, wearing glasses.
Smiling, easy and relaxed.
It feels wrong that most of her memories of him are shadowed by tension, broad shoulders pulled tight, jaw muscle jumping, gaze hard and canny. A soldier in wartime. Her heart aches that she gets to see him like this, gets to see him at all.
“What are you trying to say, Princess?”
His voice makes her breath catch.
Six years of talking to an empty radio channel, hoping against hope that she’d hear his voice coming through, but never really expecting it to. And now he’s here, and he’s answering back, and it’s just– it’s a lot to take in.
“Leave it to Bellamy Blake to find his way straight to the armory,” she says with feigned exasperation, and he ducks his head, smiling. “Most of your crew is enjoying the feast we prepared for you guys, but not you.”
“You think I’m gonna waste my first chance in six years to really get away from Murphy?”
Clarke laughs and comes to stand next to him, watching as he meticulously cleans each piece of the gun before him, fingers deft and sure. It’s pretty hot, if Clarke is honest with herself.
And she’s learned to be very honest with herself the past few years.
They’re barely touching, his arm skimming hers every time he moves, but it sets her heart racing fast as ever.
Get it together, Griffin. You’re not seventeen anymore.
author’s note: this is part of a sports series with my girl @wangpuppo (: and a request from one of my cute anonies that i miss. also, the bit with meeting a cute boy in philosophy happened irl and inspired this so heh enjoy!
meet jeon jungkook, power forward of seoul university and computer science major extraordinaire
you would think from the size of his thighs and his arms that he was a hockey player but he assures anyone that it’s really just a hobby for him and that basketball actually has his heart
his mom is actually the reason how he got acquainted with the sport bc a little before he was born, she was actually a college player with a semi-pro spot ready for her until she met his dad who was actually the waterboy
they shyly flirted with one another until some of her teammates locked them in a supply room closet together bc it was so unbearable for everyone else to deal with their feelings (lol) so by the time they were out of the closet they were together and happily so
however, come around their final year in college when things go kinda wrong and she ends up pregnant with baby jeon and of course they’re ecstatic but holy shit they haven’t even graduated yet and they’re gonna have a baby and well…. she didn’t go onto the semi-pro team and jeon’s dad did his best to work hard for them while she finished getting her degree WHILE nursing jungkook for 9 months
to say the least mama and papa jeon managed to get through the whole ordeal with degrees
by the time they graduated, baby jungkook was born and he became the light of their lives and despite their initial struggles they did their best to provide the family and make it as comfortable as they could for him because dammit they brought him into this world, they wanted to make him live well too
the comfort of their lives came the moment papa jeon scored a position as a nutritionist and mama jeon became a physical therapist so that’s how jungkook got acquainted with the world of fitness and finding interest in the way his parents could take care of people
however, the moment he fell in love with basketball was when he saw his mom’s basketball tapes. all the glorious videos of her scoring that winning shot and zooming around the court with such swiftness and agility he damn near got whiplash from trying to keep up
and from that moment on, he wanted to play too
of course, his parents were very ecstatic about that and enrolled him in a community team and he excelled so damn quickly
for the next nineteen years of his life, he played basketball and loved every damn second of it and along the way he found an interest in computers too. (let’s just say he read a few books that his high school computer teacher gave him and he was determined to take apart a computer and put it back together - he succeeded) and so that is why he has a full ride to SU with a basketball scholarship as a compsci major
anywho, seeing jungkook on the court is honestly a sight because you would expect him to be stomping around, too slow for the muscle all over his body, but jfc no he is so goddamn quick and agile. he could be on one side of the court and somehow end up right in front of the opposing member to block for his teammate to make that shot
he’s a great team player really, not much for the glory and usually to himself, but on a handful of occasions he’ll surprise even his members with a half-court shot
he doesn’t care much for the glory of the winning shot, just the feeling that basketball gives him when he’s on the court, gaining callouses from the ball, and running around until he can’t seem to feel his calves and god the happiness on his parents’ face always gets to him
so yeah, that’s jungkook as a basketball player - a really sweet and hardworking boy who loves to make his parents happy and to make his teammates happy too
remember how i mentioned how he’s a compsci major?
well, you’re actually a compsci minor because you find computers really fascinating and cool and unfortunately quite a few others do too so it leaves you two at a disadvantage as first years compared to the upperclassmen so you’re both resorted to taking these random General Education (GE) classes i.e intro to philosophy
it’s hard not to notice jungkook that’s for sure, especially when he’s lugging around his sports bag and when he’s cute as all hell in your honest opinion
you once told this to your friends and they never let you down about it either. honestly they’d tell you when he’d walk in or try and get you to sit by him but the closest you’ve ever gotten was probably sitting one person away and that was on the final exam day
on a few occasions you two would actually inadvertently glance at one another during your discussion (dear god none of your friends let you live, best believe that) but you were always too shy to approach him and he was actually quite shy himself because let’s face it baby boy is a shy nugget who only knows basketball and comp sci and some philosophy (barely tho lol but it’s okay cuz you knew the bare minimum too)
anyway, that quarter you didn’t get to know him as you wished and both of you ended up regretting that because damn y’all thought each other was cute. for him it was especially seeing you laugh with your friends and for you it was that little perplexed expression on his face when the professor would mention soundness and the theories about the concepts and dshgjds yeah you really wished you had taken that chance to tell him he was cute on the last day like you initially planned but was too chicken to do
but guess what?
the next quarter you see him in your intro to computers class and somehow you two end up seated by one another and although there’s no seating chart, it just becomes a thing that this is that person’s seat the moment they sit there more than twice and so you both are seated not too far from one another
your hair is a slight mess and your eyes are puffy while you sip your coffee and he looks fairly content albeit sleepy with his hood drawn up and you both don’t even realize it’s each other until hour two of the lab goes by
you’re both starting to wake up and looking around at each other cuz people are shuffling around and some are moving closer toward one another and then it strikes you that the kid with slightly ruffled hair is very familiar and then it hits you and you’re just like “wow ok holy shit cute person from that philosophy class!!!!”
but this isn’t enough to get you two to start talking to each other
that self-established seating chart has already set in notion and so there’s no honest chance in getting to know him from that and so you kinda give up because you’re very sure he probably doesn’t remember you and dammit your TA is standing over your shoulder staring at your codes with narrowed eyes (rip you but he was just playin’ cuz he liked what you had)
this whole exchange isn’t to say you both never talk because on this chance encounter of finding out why he lugs that damn nike bag around all the time comes full circle
so you do work at the infirmary, usually filing papers and the like since it’s sort of the track for your major and on a particular day comes in jungkook!
he looks like he’s in a lot of pain clutching his shoulder and the nurse gets him to do the necessary papers and shovels him off to the doctor who tells him that he has a pretty bad fracture and he won’t be able to play for the rest of the season (at least that’s what they think)
reason: some asshole from one of the other teams hit him a little too hard after one too many unnecessary roughness calls and on this blow jungkook fell a little too hard and too awkward for it to just be another minor bruise and yeah :(
he’s pretty devastated about this and he has to go through a bunch of testing and whatnot and as an assistant you usually run around making copies until you have to hand off some paperwork for him to fill out
prior to this, you noticed how most of his appointments took up his time during the labs and the lectures so you nicely set a copy of your notes with his, adding in things you figured he might need to know from the lecture since he was unable to attend and the moment he receives the large stack his eyes grow wide
and you’re like “oh so i remember you from my comp sci class and i figured you might these notes… -oh and those are just basic info that the doctor wanted you to sign off on and the like”
he blinks at you, still pretty surprised at your kindness (and totally not freaking out that such a cute person is chatting from him aka the same one he’s wanted to talk to for a while) but he flashes you a small smile (and omg you love it so much) and thanks you
coincidentally most of your volunteer shifts are during his appointments and whatnot so you talk every now and then, usually about the notes and eventually about your majors
the doctors and the nurses think it’s absolutely adorable so sometimes they let you two chat a little longer than usual just for young love to bloom <3
this exchange goes on from some time until he finds the guts to ask for your number when you hand him the large stack of notes in this rushed blurting of words i.e. “soumiwaswonderingificould-maybe-getyournumber??”
you: “wait what”
he looks down, cheeks quite pink, “can i -um- get your number? since y’know we have comp sci together so it’d be easier to like study for exams and talk about it and stuff…. yeah….”
you grin and nod, scribbling it onto one of the notes and the two of you can’t deny the butterflies and erratically beating hearts y’all have going on
you both see each other during his check-ups but he’s healing quite quickly thanks to having such strong bones so he may not be out for the rest of the season like they thought thankfully and so when he’s fine and his check-ups are less and less
so along the way, you two end up talking day by day even sitting by one another in your comp lecture because you’re semi-friends now and it’s just nice to have someone you know in that class since none of your other friends were interested in comp sci like you so nowadays you’ll text one another about the class and how your days are and those little butterflies emerge whenever you wait for his text or receive a response and you’re just like “dsjghsdjgshdgs”
little do you know he’s honestly the same exact way and his roommates jimin and taehyung are always like “???? WHO DAT? :D” and jungkook’s like “lol gtfo bye”
anyway, one day you text him about the upcoming final bc you’ll be damned if you miss out on your chance to actually ask his kid out and studying together and he agrees but it’d have to be after his practice and you ask him about his shoulder and if he’ll be good to play at championships
and he’s like “oh yah!”
and you’re like “o: woah, can i come watch? i haven’t gone to a game and i wanna see you play. prolly treat ya out if you win”
and ok, at first he’s a lil’ shy but he says “ok sure, just say you’re with me at the door” and you do and jin (the RA)’s at the entrance like “O: WHAT MY FLOOR CHILD HAS A GIRLFRIEND, THAT PUNK KSJHFJS” but before he can say anything else one of jungkook’s buds urges you to sit by the front and you do until you see jungkook and he looks so nervous, glancing around until his eyes settle on you and he just flashes you a grin and wave which you return as well
the game is going by swimmingly and you can’t help but watch jungkook especially because even though he’s the power forward he’s also very conscious of his shoulder which you were extremely worried about until you feel like you can finally breathe when your school wins and you stand with the crowd cheering like crazy
out of everyone tho he actually approaches you first with a grin and you’re congratulating him and he feels so elated he really just wants to take you up in his arms and kiss you tbh but he has self control and mercy bc he’s sweating like crazy
ngl tho he looks crazy attractive in your opinion
anywayy, as you two are talking since you did tell him that you’d buy him food on his win, the rest of the team’s like “yooo kook! party at jackson’s!!!! you in??”
and although you’re disappointed you tell him you won’t mind if he goes but he turns to you and says with a grin “nah i got plans already” and jsdkghsjgh the team goes “oOOOOoooooOoooo” but y’all ignore them and he goes “i’ll be back ok? gonna get cleaned up and we can get food?”
so you’re content to wait by the locker room for him, grinning af bc holy shit the cute boy you really wanted to get to know last quarter is going to dinner with you!!!!!
meanwhile jungkook’s so nervous and stuff cuz he plans on confessing and stuff since it just seems right and his teammates clap him on the back like “yo you got this bro!!!!!!! goood luck tho jin definitely sent him some salty messages and warnings to be safe ahahaha
and ok so y’all go to dinner at this nice ramen shop and it’s really great! and you two are laughing your asses off about how this one time oneo f his roomates taehyung got stuck in between the washing machines because he was so certain he could fit and how they had to call the fire department to get the boy loose and yeah ahaha
and he’s just in awe with how damn beautiful you look when your laughing and he just blurts out “you have a really nice laugh” when you ask him why he’s staring and you’re like “o: oh thank you…. you do too”
and he says “i wanna hear you laugh more and be the reason why you do….” he lets out a deep sigh, appearing a lot more nervous than before, “i like you a lot. i think you’re incredibly cute and i love that you love compsci as much as i do and talking to you these past few weeks have made me happy and god i really wanted to kiss you after the game but i didn’t want to scare you and i feel like this is a lot less eloquent than in my head so i’m sorry”
and you’re just in awe because damn you really planned on confessing first but you can’t deny the smile spreading on your face and you tell him “kook, i like you too. and i’d really like it if you kissed me, by the way”
and he’s all wide eyed but he grins and after y’all eat and you’re strolling around the city with his arm draped over your shoulders, you guys stop at the top where it overlooks the city lights and on a particular moment when you both are still and quiet and glancing at one another you lean in and do it
and it leads to a shocked expression on his face but he lets go of your shoulders and puts his hands on either side of your face and kisses you again
and ahh it’s just so damn sweet and neither of you can stop grinning because damn it really worked out as you both hoped
dating jungkook entails a lot of visits to his practices after you’re done with volunteering where you’ll come by with ice packs and water and snacks and usually you’ll bring enough snacks for the others who absolutely adore you for that
you also have a tendency to fuss over him whenever he overexerts himself because he’s a very big overachiever in sports and academics and sometimes you gotta threaten to withdraw your kisses and affections just to get him to settle down honestly
his roommates were so happy to hear how things turned out for you two and they go out of their way to tease him whenever you’re around and dear god Jin
well when he found out you two got together, he saw y’all holding hands and he literally sat you both in the lounge, brought out some snacks and just chatted with you
to jungkook, this was horrendous but you loved chatting with jin because he’d lay out a bunch of things about kook like how he isn’t the cleanliest and you shouldn’t be surprised to find anything and everything under his bed and how there was one time when jungkook spent an hour googling how to work the washer and dryer were right by the bulletin board in the room and that’s when kook lost it and dragged you away
it was then decided that jin approved of you tho
bc after the season when everyone is still training after, jungkook’s shoulder was bothering him and he refused to admit that he might’ve overexerted it and you stormed over to the dorm and scolded him for not taking proper care of himself before running around just to grab some ice packs and just a mini kit of dealing with this brat and jin just knew that you’d take care of this kid so he leaves y’all be and even closes the door to the dorm tho you pay no attention as kook starts opening up to you
even on days when he feels his worst like he feels like everyone depends on him and he’s not sure if his abilities are good enough since his shoulder’s constantly bothering him and all you think to do is give him words of advice and kissing him to let him know that he isn’t alone
because although you count on him, you want to be there to support him and well…. jimin and taehyung aren’t in the room and with the ice pack on his shoulder, you climb atop the bed, sitting on his lap and kissing him with more and more fervor that he reciprocates
you convince him to let you take care of him and you do indeed~
the one day he actually loses a game (bc hey no ones perfect) and you’re there doing your best to comfort him he just tells you how much he loves you and is grateful for you being there
and holy shit this is the first he’s told you this, you tell him you love him too and god he looks significantly happier
on days when you’re at your worst, he tries his best to get your mind of it, taking you on walks to your favorite places and carrying you when you’re too tired
other days he’ll even forgo practice, finding the frog leaps on the stairs worth it, when he can pick you up after your volunteer shift just to surprise you with snacks and a semi-well made bento box and boba and it’s just so damn sweet ok
you and jungkook manage to complement one another in the best way possible and when you’re both overexerting yourselves you’re there for one another to tell each other to chill
to say the least, both of y’all have never been more grateful for a philosophy class even if you both suffered incessantly in that damn class
What about an imagine where the RFA are already in relationships when they meet and fall in love with MC? How would they feel and what would they do? Eventually they find out that MC reciprocates their feelings but is keeping quite and holding back because of their relationships.
These ALMOST turned out into mini-fics!! There’s just so much material to work
now, I only wrote Yoosung, Zen, Jaehee and Jumin. HOWEVER, due to Seven’s circumstances as a secret agent, I do not
believe he would be in a relationship with anyone—even considering the possibility
of a mission, it is unlikely that it would be long-term or serious.
you’d like to see other characters for this ask, you may request it, but I’m also working on
about 4 other asks right now, so please be patient <3 In the end,
I’m writing for you guys anyway, so, I hope you’ll understand!
I hope you enjoy!! I had fun writing this ^~^ (Jaehee’s might break your heart i mean what)
He’s been dating this cute, girly college student from his
class, and he had been determined to have a stable relationship with her, since
she was his first girlfriend. She’d been the one to confess to him, and he
giddily accepted, excited to experience “love.” He constantly felt pressured to
say cute things a boyfriend should say, and act gentlemanly, sweet and
romantic. It took a lot to keep her happy.
When you joined the RFA, he was excited to get to know you, and the two
of you hit it off easily. He found himself looking forward to your messages,
and he always felt happy during your calls. He’d never even met you, but you
were able to make him so… so happy.
Not like his girlfriend at all. He had to force himself around her. He felt
conflicted. Was this how a relationship is supposed to work? Is he supposed to
feel stressed and tired because of his girlfriend?
At the RFA party, Yoosung overheard your conversation with Zen.
He listened quietly from behind a wall, as you cried to Zen about how you’d
fallen in love with Yoosung, but it could never work out because he’s already
in love with someone else. He felt his heart clench in pain as he listened to
your muffled sobs against Zen’s shoulder. Jealousy stirred in his chest,
wanting to be the one who wiped away your tears instead of Zen. And it was then
that he knew, you were the one he loved.
With his feelings sorted out, Yoosung decided to break up with his
girlfriend before doing anything with you. But before he could even say
anything, his girlfriend broke up with him over text: ‘Hey, Yoosung… I’m really sorry but I don’t think we’ll work out. I
realized that I wasn’t in love with you, but I was in love with the idea of
having a boyfriend. I’m really sorry, but I don’t want to continue our
relationship based on these shallow feelings of mine. Thank you for
everything.” While it was true that he was never really in love with her,
he did shed a few tears for losing the relationship they had. It wasn’t like he
hadn’t liked her at all—he would still feel emotionally attached, despite their
After a short while, he finally gathered up the courage to tell you
about his feelings. It was over a brunch date, and there had been a painfully
awkward silence prior to his confession (as neither of you knew what to say.
Him, because he was nervous to admitting his feelings, and you, because you
were miserably in love with him but couldn’t express it)
His confession surprised you. You hadn’t expected that his
girlfriend had broken up with him, nor that he reciprocated your feelings!
You’d thought it was a painful, one-sided love, and the fact that it wasn’t
made you relieved to the point of tears. “I-I thought I would have to be your
friend forever… just watching you smile beside h-her… and not me,” you
sniffled, sincerely confessing your thoughts. “I thought that you’d never look
at me, and that I’d have to k-keep giving you advice on how to make your
you’ll be my girlfriend, then I hope you never stop advising me on how to make
my girlfriend happy, because I want to make you the happiest woman on Earth.”
As a publicity stunt, Zen had been forced to date Echo Girl. He was
against the idea, but as an aspiring actor, he had no choice but to follow his
management’s orders. Besides, it would be good practice for roles where his
character was in a relationship. He didn’t really care, since this wasn’t a
real relationship with sincere feelings. Echo Girl hardly knew him.
He never expected that he would actually fall in love with
someone so soon after his relationship with Echo Girl was made public. Your
appearance in the RFA was sudden, after all. But Zen had fallen in love with
you at first sight. You were kind to everyone, listening to their thoughts
quietly whether you agreed or disagreed. And you weren’t pretending to be nice,
either. Nobody would be able to keep up an act like that for so long—he would
know, he acts everyday, and he can’t get into character every time.
He fell in love with your voice, just as he fell in love with the rest of you.
But your voice had a special appeal to him. You sounded so sweet and sincere,
and prior to the party, it was his only way of feeling connected with you. He’d
savour the sound, loving the way his name rolled off your tongue. “Hey Zen…
hypothetically, what would you do if I liked you?” His heart almost stopped at
the question, but he eventually managed to squeeze out an “I don’t know.” You
had sounded so genuine, his heart was racing with the possibility in mind.
Despite not confirming your feelings, Zen approached his manager, demanding that
they put an end to the relationship publicity stunt, or he would publicly
announce that the company was lying to build his image. When it was all done
and dealt with, he proceeded to beg and beg Seven for your apartment’s address.
Zen would be in debt to Seven for thousands of Honey Buddha Chips, but it was
all worth surprising you for your smile. With his knee to the floor, and a
bouquet of roses raised towards you, he imitates your confession to say…
“MC… hypothetically, what would you do if I
liked you back?”
She’s been dating a man for a while before she met you. He had asked her
out during one of the C&R business events, and fallen in love with her at
first sight. While Jaehee knew that his feelings were sincere, she wasn’t sure
about how she felt towards him, but he told her that he was willing to wait.
Fortunately for her, you’d soon joined the RFA, and she felt that
she was able to confide in you about her problems. You would listen to her as
she ranted about her admiration for Zen, Jumin’s irritating tendencies, and
relationship problems, amongst many others. With each conversation, Jaehee
became more and more relaxed talking with you, and your ability to ease her
burdens only got better as you learned more about her.
Jaehee’s boyfriend noticed the way Jaehee’s expression had grown softer
lately, and how she always replied to your texts immediately in the midst of
their conversations. He watched knowingly as Jaehee’s eyes gained a happy glint
in them, her laughter sounding more feminine and relaxed, compared to her
forced, unsure chuckles from before she’d met you. He was fully aware that
Jaehee was most likely in love with you, and that he would have to let her go
He prayed to the gods to forgive him for forcing someone who wasn’t
interested to stay in a relationship with him, begging for just a little more
time with her. He knew that he should support her and push her towards the one
she truly loved, but he wanted to be just a little more selfish, until she
would realize her own feelings.
So when Jaehee finally confronted him, he was prepared for her confession. “I’m
really sorry. I… thank you for being so patient with me up until now. I truly
did enjoy spending time with you, and I am honoured that you would fall in love
with someone like me, so I believe you deserve a proper apology,” Jaehee forced
herself to look into his eyes despite the guilt in her heart.
But he deserved a serious, proper explanation from her, because he’d been nothing but kind
to her throughout their relationship. He’d put his best efforts in making her
happy, and she knew it. “I’m really grateful for your feelings, and I’m truly
sorry to say that I can’t return them. There is… someone else who has already
stolen my heart,” she admitted softly.
Finally, he was able to let her go. He left her with one last kiss on the forehead,
and bid her farewell, “Thank you for everything. I hope that whoever you love
will be able to love and care for you much better than I was able to. Please,
be happy from now on.”
Jaehee couldn’t help but shed a few tears, for losing a good relationship with an
honest, sincere man. But no matter how amazing he was, her feelings for you
would not change. You were the only one who could make her feel so relaxed,
comfortable and happy even when her work pressured her to no ends. You were the
only one who she felt could understand her, and she wanted to give you the same
happiness she received.
Although she was now single, she still believed that her love was
one-sided. Love between women was becoming more socially acceptable, but she
had no idea about your views about it. And even then, it didn’t necessarily
mean that you returned her feelings. But imagine her surprise when you burst
into her house upon hearing the news that she’d broken up with her boyfriend.
Tears were streaming down your face—you were crying for her. You explained, “But Jaehee… didn’t he make you happy? Why
aren’t you crying? It makes me really sad when I think about everything you’ve
lost with him… I had been s-so happy that he was there for you through all your
Gently, she wiped your tears, looking affectionately into your eyes. “The
person standing right in front of me is the one who I’ve fallen in love with.
MC, you’re the one who makes me feel happy. Your kind words have always cheered
me up. I don’t know if you feel the same, but I will try my best to win your
affection, okay? Because MC… I love you.”
Money, fame and looks… Jumin Han had it all. He had never had trouble
getting anything he wanted, although he was still dying to understand love—not
that he would ever admit that. Instead of expressing this desire, he hooked up
with various women, trying to find someone who could match his preferences.
He was in yet another of these shallow relationships when he met you,
but he hadn’t been attracted to you immediately. It had taken a lot of time and
conversation before he developed any feelings towards you. At first, it was a
fond interest. ‘MC sure can be cute,
trying to argue with me about the business world… Doesn’t she know I have a
large advantage over her in that area?’ It slowly changed into admiration,
as he observed how you were able to get along with everyone in the RFA. He
often had trouble with Zen, but you seemed to handle the narcissist without a
problem. (No Jumin, Zenny just hates you..)
It wasn’t until he read a magazine in which he took a quiz, ‘Are you in love?!’
(he actually believes this stuff, thinking that they publish credible
information) Thinking of his latest hookup, he circled answers in pencil, and
calculated his score, which resulted in, “SADLY, NO: but we hope that you will
find ‘The One’ soon!! There’s gotta be somebody for you out there :)” Sighing,
Jumin threw the magazine to the floor. He would never find ‘The One,’ at this
rate. He’s already failed so many times…
A thought struck him. Hesitantly, he retrieved the magazine from the
floor, and attempted the quiz again, with thoughts of you in mind. ‘Does he/she
make you smile when you talk?’ Yes.
‘Do you want to know him/her more?’ Yes. ‘Do
you want him/her to be a part of your life forever?’ If you would, then yes. “WOW: It looks like you’re in love! See our
next issue to find out if they could be ‘The One!’”
Flustered, Jumin scowls at the magazine despite the happy feeling
bubbling in his chest. Maybe this
magazine isn’t that credible after all. (Now you think that?? You
tsundere.) He spends the night drinking wine, complemented with dazed thoughts.
He’d never truly loved a woman in his life before, not even his own (gold-digging)
mother. And yet this magazine claims that he’s in love with… you? You, a woman
who’d just waltzed into his life and captured his genuine interest. …Fuck. Maybe I do have feelings for her.
“What is love?” he asks you over dinner, swirling the wine in
his glass around the brim. You reply sadly in a mock posh accent, “What is
love, but an emotion that only serves to break one’s heart?” Surprised by your
answer, he wonders what makes you say that. He quietly questions you if someone
had dared to break your heart, voicing his shock that anyone could possibly
turn down a sincere, kind-hearted woman who could pique one’s interest in
conversation, such as yourself. You laugh bitterly, shaking your head in
disbelief. “It’s you, idiot,” you mutter, facing downwards. Avoiding his eyes,
you stood up abruptly from the table. “I… I’m gonna go.”
Alarmed, he catches hold of your hand. “Wait!” he calls out to you before he even
realizes what he’s done. “MC… I think I’m in love with you. I haven’t sorted
out my feelings yet, but I’m really, really interested in you. I don’t
understand it myself, but I do know that you’re special to me. Will you wait
Softly, sincerely, he stares into your eyes, silently begging you
to understand. And you stay.
A\N: English is not my first language so I might make some mistakes, feel free to tell me if something’s wrong or what you think about this writing in general.
It was a chilly autumn evening. (Y\n) was sitting on the couch in her room with a window slightly opened to let the fresh air come in. Everything was calm. Except her mind wasn’t. The silence was filling the room until the sound of a buzzing phone broke it. The girl came up to the table, took her phone and unblocked it. There was a message from one of her bestfriends, Kevin.
From Kev: “Hey, you okay?”
She definetely wasn’t okay. And he definetely knew it. All of her friends noticed that something was wrong with her because of how she acted like when they all were hanging out at the Pop’s diner. She wasn’t acting completely different. She smiled a lot, as she always did, but her smile was fading away too quickly this time. If her and Jughead or Betty made eye contact she would immideately break it and look down at the table. There were these little but noticable things that made everyone realise that she wasn’t in the best mood. Though not all of the friends were able to figure out the reason why.
So, she spent the past few hours in her room thinking about how everything went so horribly wrong, blaming herself for this and crying from time to time. The girl sat back on the couch and typed.
To Kev: “I don’t think so”
She decided to be honest. There was no point of hiding her feelings. If she would say that she’s fine, Kevin wouldn’t believe it. He knew her too well. The friends recently found out that Betty and Jughead were together. Betty Cooper. Her bestfriend. (Y\n) was truly glad that Betty found someone who made her happy, because she definetly deserved it. But now everything felt so wrong and hurt so bad, and she didn’t know what to do about it.
From Kev: “Can I come over?”
Kevin was the only one who knew about her feelings. (Y\n) didn’t wanted to tell anybody at all, it was just an accident. But she knew she could trust Kevin with that. Everyone else, Betty included, just thought that there was some kind of connection between the two. But recently (Y\n) and Jughead started seeing each other less often. It didn’t mean that the connection dissapeared, it just didn’t have the chance to show up again.
To Kev: “Sure, it’d be nice to see you”
Betty and Jughead, on the other hand, started hanging out with each other a lot more often while working on the murder board, trying to get more information about Betty’s sister, Polly, and the mistery of Jason Blossom’s death. And it lead them to being something more than just friends. From Kev: “I’ll buy us some milkshakes at Pop’s. See you in an hour x” Lina read the message and it made her smile a bit.
To Kev: “Thanx. Love u”
From Kev: “Love you, too"
She blocked the phone and put it on the couch next to her. Thoughts started to crowd round in her head again and she felt a lump in her throat. The girl couldn’t help it and let herself cry. After a couple of minutes she calmed down. Then she suddenly heard her phone buzzing again. She picked it up and read the message.
From Juggie: "Come outside, please, I need to talk to you”
(Y\n)’s heart raised. She didn’t expect Jughead to come to her or to even text her. At least not anymore, not when they fell apart. She thought that now he had more important things to do, different people to care about and to talk to. Anyways, she came downstairs, put her slip-ons on and walked ouside. And there he was, standing beside an empty road in his black jeans, boots, green sweater, light denim jacket and overworn grey beanie giving her a little side smile as she walked out of the house. “Hi,” she greeted him for the second time this day, smiling. “Hi,” he greeted back. There were a few seconds of silence. (Y\n) stood beside the door, arms crossed over her chest. She was looking down at the stairs. He was looking directly at her. “So… You wanted to talk?” She finally asked, not letting the silence become awkward. “Yeah, yeah… I… Are you feeling alright?” Jughead said and came a little bit closer. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied. “Why would you ask?” “Uhm, It’s just… You were looking kind of upset when we were at Pop’s.” “It’s nothing, don’t bother,” she lied again. “Are you sure?” He gave her a look. (Y\n) just nodded and looked down at the stairs again. Jughead came closer and sat on the doorstep, turned around inviting her to do the same. So she did. The girl sat on the same doorstep but much further from him than she usually did. She just felt like she didn’t have the right to be as close to him anymore. And the thought of that suppressed her. She was looking everywhere - at the trees, at her shoes, at her hands, at the sky… Everywhere, but not at him. “(Y\n),” he spoke, looking at her. She finally faced him. “Yeah?” He wanted to say something, but didn’t do it straight away, trying to figure out the most right way of saying it. “Is it because of me and Betty?” Jughead asked. (Y\n) turned away. A wave of shivers went down her spine. She didn’t expect him to know about that. Once again, there was no point of hiding anything. He already knew. That was it. “How did you know?” She asked. “To be honest, I wasn’t really sure until now.” She tried hard not to cry. They both kept silent. “I’m sorry,” Jughead said. She couldn’t help it anymore. A few tears streamed down her cheeks. “There’s nothing you sould be sorry about, Juggie,” (Y\n) answered, wiping the tears away. “Maybe, but… I never meant to hurt you.” “I know. And you never did,” she was desperately trying to calm hersef down. “Well, I don’t think I can explain this situation in any other way that that.” “It’s not your fault, Juggie. It’s mine. You did nothing wrong. I just…” (Y\n) said, her voice shaking and more tears falling down her face. As much as Jughead wanted to hug her, comfort her, be closer to her, and as much as she wanted him to do it now, he couldn’t. They both knew it would only make it worse. “I should go. I don’t want to bother you, Jug. You don’t have to deal with all of this,” she pointed at her blubbered face with her hands. “You already have enough shit to deal with.” She stood up as she said that. Jughead stood up aswell, took her by the the shoulders stopping her from turning around and walking away. “But I do, I do have to,” he said, looking into her eyes. She pursed her lips together and shook her head no. “Yes, I do, (Y\n)… Because we’re friends,” Jughead said regretting his words as soon as they slipped out of his mouth. Friends. Just friends. “Yeah… Friends,” she nodded. “Thanks for coming, Juggie, but I really think I should go. I’ll try to get over it. I’ll be fine.” (Y\n) looked him right in the eyes, gently put his hands off her shoulders, smiled slightly, and came back to the house. The girl came upstairs and walked into her room. She stood up beside the table and started crying even harder covering her face with her hands. Jughead was looking at her from the street through the opened window and his heart was breaking into million pieces as he heard her cry. Luckily, he had someone who could fix it.
—>The exact moment you experienced heartbreak with Min Yoongi would be a
moment you’d remember forever.
A/N: AHHHH. I desperately wanted this to just be one entire fic, but ended up breaking it into two parts because I haven’t posted a fic in like… months lmao. I felt like a fraud for calling myself a writer, but not posting shit. So yeah, idek what this is but I hope you all enjoy it! xoxo
The exact moment you fell
in love with Min Yoongi would be a moment you’d remember forever.
prompt: set in the evening of june 13th's clip, the balloon boys are filming a hei briskeby video and yousef takes his phone out mid-video to check his notifications since he didn't have the time to during work and he had it on silent as well, and sees sana's text and forgets how to breathe and doesn't know how to react but is trying to act chill anyways because they're filming but is too shocked to answer back etc etc
I wrote this pretty quick and I don’t know if it’s what you wanted but I really hope you like it :D ♥
“You know what we should do?” Mikael said as Elias let the boys into his
“A live video!!” Mikael answered excited “I’ve seen lots of youtubers doing that, I
bet people would watch that!”
“But do we have to do that today?” Yousef asked not really excited about it “Today
is being a hard day at work, I haven’t had a break”
“Come Yousef, stop complaining! Mikael’s idea is great” Adam said
“Of course you’re on his side…” Yousef muted.
“Okay what do you guys think?” Mikael asked Mutta and Elias
“I think it’d be cool” Mutta said “People could ask us questions”
“I’m sorry Yousef but I’m with them, I think it’d be cool. It’d be like
the last Hei Briskeby video before you go, it has to be special” Elias said
“Okaaaay, fine. Let’s do it” Yousef said walking to the living room “By
the way Elias can you lend me a charger? My phone is dead”
checked her phone once again, he still hadn’t seen it. She sighed and as she
laid on Noora’s bed.
deciding that they were ditching school, which they were already doing without
even noticing, they went to the Kollektiv and they had been there during the
whole afternoon. Noora had told Sana everything that had been going on with
William while Sana told Noora about her conversation with Yousef, even the
throwing grass leaves part.
“Still no answer?” Noora, who was lying by her side asked
Sana said “At least he hasn’t seen it yet, that’s good right? That means he’s not
just ignoring me…I guess”
“Sana he would never ignore you, believe me the boy is so gone for you”
“He wasn’t really warm towards me on Sunday…he was nice but…you know,
not like other times”
“He thinks you don’t like him, the boy is probably just trying not to
get his hopes up”
“Ugh, why is everything so complicated?” Sana sighed covering her face with her hands
“Love is complicated but it’s worth the pain” Noora said with a soft voice
“Seriously Noora, you’re starting to get on my nerves with all this
Sana said making her friend laugh
“Ah, Sana life is beautiful”
shook her head but laughed. That’s when her phone beeped. Her heart started to
pound fast on her chest as she grabbed her phone with trembling hands, only to
be disappointed when she realized that the notification didn’t belonged to
facebook but to youtube.
“Is it him?” Noora asked
“Uh…yes and no”
“It’s a notification from Youtube, apparently Elias and the boys are
making a live video right now”
“And what are you waiting for?” Noora said sitting on the bed “Go
watch it! Yousef will be there”
“So what? It won’t make him answer”
“I know, but aren’t you curious? I mean you’re subscribed to their
channel for a reason”
“Okay, you have a point” Sana said rolling her eyes
opened the youtube app and pressed play.
were at her house, as always. Elias was in the middle with Adam and Mikael on
one side and Mutta and Yousef in the other one.
“Okay, okay, okay we’ve waited a few minutes so everyone gets settled
but I think it’s time to start” Elias said looking at the camera “Hei
Briskeby! We’re here today with a live video, we want you to ask us questions
and we’ll answer them”
rolled her eyes, did they think they were famous or something?
“Sana, look at Yousef” Noora said pointing at him in the corner of the image
“He has his phone in his hands and it’s plugged, maybe he didn’t have
“Uh…could be” Sana said checking her phone once again “he still hasn’t seen it though”
Elias was answering some question he had
received from a viewer when he finally turned on his phone. Yousef had been
without his phone the whole day, and only now he was able to check it, not like
he would usually receive many texts anyway. He waited a few seconds for it to
be completely loaded to unlock it. Meanwhile he tried to act as if he was
interested in the video but being honest, he really wasn’t, he didn’t feel like
filming that video. Lost in his thoughts, he felt his phone buzz in his hands. He
looked down and saw a notification from facebook.
Bakkoush has sent you a friend request”
He widened his eyes and before he could tap on
the request a message bubble appeared.
want to hang out with me?”
His heart skipped a beat after reading that
simple question, because it wasn’t simple, not at all, not when it came from
not other than Sana, the girl he was so gone for. His hands were shaking and
before he could do anything about it his phone fell to the floor startling everyone
in the room
“Yousef bro, what are you doing?” Elias asked him
“Oh my god have you seen that?!!?” Noora asked excited “Check
your phone, see if he has read your text, come on!!”
Sana opened the facebook app once more and
clicked in her conversation with Yousef
“He has, Noora, he has, he has!! What does that
“It means that the boy completely freaked out
when he saw your text and dropped his phone. Oh my god that boy is so in love!!”
“Maybe he just didn’t expect it” Sana said
“Are you kidding? Look at him! He’s blushing”
“Because Elias is yelling at him”
And he was, as Sana and Noora talked the video
“Yousef bro, what are you doing?”
“I’m sorry, I just dropped my phone” Yousef said blushing
“Well, leave your phone now, we’re making a
“But I need to…”
“You can answer later, just leave it”
Elias stood up and took the phone away from
“Are you being serious Elias?”
“Yes, our public is waiting for us”
All Yousef could do was roll his eyes. The girl
of his dreams had finally texted him and her brother had taken away his phone
from him as if he was 12 years old. A thought suddenly hit Yousef. He had
opened the message, he had seen it. Now Sana would think that he was ignoring
“Look at him! He’s panicking!” Noora said laughing “Oh
“Sana Bakkoush can you stop pretending like you’re
not over the moon right now because you’re seeing the boy you like completely
freaking out because you asked him out?” Noora said
“Okay, fine, it’s kind of funny” Sana said biting her lip
“He’s probably so worried because he left you
Sana looked at the screen and laughed, he
definitely looked worried
“Ah, poor boy we have to find a way to contact
him” Noora said
thinking “I got it!!”
“Okay next question” Mikael said as he read the chat
they had added to the live video so people could ask their questions “It’s
from SB and it says: ‘Yousef are
you going to answer me or what?’ dude
what the hell?”
Mikael looked at his friend confused, actually
all of the boys turned to him confused. But the most confused of all of them?
That was definitely Yousef.
“What does that mean?” Elias asked
“Another message!” Adam said taking the phone from
Mikael “It’s also from SB and it says ‘it’s not cool to leave a girl on seen,Acar’ Yousef who is that
“I can’t believe this” Yousef chuckled, then he looked at
the camera and added “Elias took my phone, I can’t answer you”
“Who are you talking to?” Mutta asked
“Another message from SB: ‘Then answer me now, look at the camera and answer’”
“Okay, you asked for it” Yousef said laughing and getting a
little closer to the camera “Yes, Sana Bakkoush, I’d love to hang out
“Wait, Sana Bakkoush? As in my sister Sana
Elias asked “What is going on?”
“Well, it seems like our video is over now” Yousef said still looking at the
camera “We’ll see you in the next Hei Briskeby video, goodbye!!”
He then stood up and stopped the filming. He
had an explanation to give to his friend and a girl to set a date with.
Ahh I’m sorry if this is bad and short. Also I hope it’s not confusing with the texts and everything
And also I’m sorry I didn’t put a screenshot of the fb messages but my phone is dead now and I use the app there so…basically I’m sorry if this is a mess haha
I hope you’ve liked it though
Thanks for the prompt and thank you all for reading!!♥
Feyre, however, knows that this is most certainly bullshit. She was awake too when he was coughing up a lung at two in the morning, and when his nose was so clogged he woke abruptly when he couldn’t breathe normally. Her husband had had such a rough night sleep, in fact, that Feyre woke up before him, and was the first to feel his forehead. It practically burned her hand.
Immediately, she had canceled all of his meetings and obligations for the day. She called upon a healer, who inspected him quickly, quietly, while he was still sleeping, and left after telling Feyre just to make him rest and he would be fine in a couple days.
Feyre had closed the blinds so no light reached Rhys’ sleeping form, allowing him the chance to sleep rather peacefully for many more hours. His wife was completely content to watch over him while he slept, reading her book and brushing his hair back from his face from time to time.
He woke with a start, sitting up and practically trying to jump from the bed, upsetting the damp washcloth that had been sitting on his brow. His legs got twisted with the blanket, however, and he fell to the floor, groaning in discomfort. Feyre had tsked a couple times as she made her way around and helped her mate back to his feet before easing him on the bed again.
Rhys refused to lie down however, insisting that he was completely okay, even as his voice made a scratchy sound every time he talked and snot was currently pouring from his nose. Feyre simply handed him a tissue and pushed his shoulders so he was at least sitting against the headboard.
“But I have so much work to do Feyre. I’m not sick!” He kept saying, though he had just gratefully accepted the cup of tea she offered for his sore throat.
“I already canceled all your appointments for the day. Everyone understands that even the High Lord needs a sick day once in a while.” Feyre calmly explained, brushing his sticky hair off of his forehead. He looked like crap, she had to admit.
Thank you so much, darling.
Oops. It’s not a bad thing, Rhys. It’s actually a little nice to know that you don’t look perfect all the time. She winked at him.
“Yeah, well I can get dressed now so you don’t have to keep looking at me in my less than perfect state.” He said playfully, going to stand but Feyre pushed him down yet again.
“Nuh uh, sir, you are staying in this bed. In fact, I vote today to be pajama day!” She exclaimed. Rhys sighed, smiling slightly as he looked at her fondly. He was so easy to convince
Now, he grasps her hand in his and squeezes once. “What did I do to deserve you?”
Feyre winks again. “I ask myself the same thing everyday.” Suddenly, she stands up and skitters to the door. “Okay, you stay put and get comfy. I’ll be right back with food and stuff for the day. It’s about time we just spent a day together.” Her smile takes his breath away as she opens the door and swiftly departs.
The High Lord shakes his head, blows his nose, and takes a couple sips of his tea. When the cup was almost empty, he stands, stretching his sore limbs and thanking Feyre for getting him out of training with Cassian today. To be honest, he doesn’t think he would be able to do it in this state.
Rhys walks to his closet, going to the bottom drawer and pulling out a pair of footie pajamas with stars all over it that Mor had gotten him as a joke. He decides if he was going to spoil Feyre’s image of him as this sexy, perfect High Lord, he might as well do it comfortably.
About half an hour later, Rhys snuggled halfway beneath his covers, halfway not, warm and cozy in his pjs, Feyre comes back. She drops three bags of groceries on the table, scampers over to the bed to place a kiss on Rhys’ forehead, and then dashes for the closet. Rhys sits up in his bed in preparation, having a slight coughing fit in the meantime.
Rhys is just picking up another tissue when the closet door opens. Rhys drops the tissue. As well as his jaw. However, as always, he recovers quickly. “I didn’t know it was that kind of pajama day, darling. You should have told me and I wouldn’t look like such a dork.” He smirks, eyes freely roaming up and down her body which is scantily covered in a incredibly small black nightgown. He is working to stand and go to her as she holds up a finger.
“We’re not doing that today, not when you’re still sick. Though it doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the view.” Feyre grins, causing Rhys to groan and fall back on his pillows.
“You torture me, you know that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow and following the movements of her body as she makes her way to the bed.
“Oh, yes, I do.” She hums, sliding under the covers next to him and peeking at what he is wearing underneath. “Love the footie pajamas by the way, so incredibly sexy.”
Rhys’ smirk comes back as he slides a hand under the covers towards her. “Sexy, you say?” But the act is ruined by a coughing fit that takes over his body.
Feyre rubs his back soothingly until he is done and then gets out of bed to bring him the snacks from the table, ready to settle in for a relaxing day with her mate.
For a couple hours, Feyre and Rhys simply read, eat, and cuddle, content in the silent company of each other. Eventually, Rhys’ eyes grow tired and he can no longer focus on what he is reading. So, Feyre takes the book from his hands, pulls Rhys down to lay his head in her lap, and reads aloud to him. Too many times, Feyre feels a hand start brushing along the edge of her nightgown and each time, with the hand that is constantly brushing through his hair, Feyre pulls at the strands slightly, causing him to growl and stop.
Later in the afternoon, Feyre leaves for a few minutes to make him soup. When Rhys spies the bowl in her hands, his eyes sparkle. She feeds him the hot soup but his eyes never leave hers as he eats, no doubt remembering the first time she made him soup. When the bowl is empty, he once again lays his head on her lap and stares up at her with pleading eyes.
His footsie pajamas have someone become unzipped to the waist, the upper half tied around his waist. Whether this is because he is hot or for some other reason, Feyre can’t be entirely sure. She laughs and shakes her head down at him, causing her hair to fall down in his face. He tugs at the loose strands in a silent question. “You’re insufferable.”
“But you love me.” Rhys reminds helpfully.
“That I do, however you know that I will not make love to you until you are 100% better.” Feyre retorts.
Her husband harrumphs, crossing his arms and sniffing. Feyre watches, however, as his eyes begin to slide shut once more. He snuggles around her, burying his head in her stomach. She smiles and runs her fingers through his hair again, feeling absolutely perfect in this moment.
That is, until she sneezes.
She feels Rhys smirk against her tummy. “Guess we’re having another pajama day tomorrow.”
There was a slam from behind him as Bucky kicked the door shut with all the might his ten-year-old body could muster, and then the sounds of distant yelling from inside the room he’d just stormed from.
He didn’t care. The people his mom had taken him around to visit were assholes. He just felt bad for leaving Stevie in there to fend for himself- although to be honest, he was probably just having to be held back by Mrs Rogers as he made a desperate attempt to smash their kneecaps in.
Bucky growled at nothing, kicking a nearby rock as he marched through the unknown village. The place they were in was foreign to him; the rich side of town where Bucky rarely even heard about, let alone visited. Only reason he’d been dragged along in the first place was because of the new job his and Steve’s mom had both been offered, and their potential new bosses had wanted to meet for dinner to discuss ‘arrangements’, whatever that meant.
They probably didn’t want to discuss anything now- not after the way Bucky had reacted.
Which was great. Meant his mom had lost the job offer. Again.
And Bucky had tried, he really had- best behaviour and everything that his mom had asked him to- he knew that this was important to her. And Sarah. Probably more so to her; she and Stevie struggled to put food on the table as it was.
And he’d ruined everything.
Sniffing and adamantly refusing to cry, he kept marching, unsure of where he was going, but uncaring too. He just needed to… to find somewhere quiet.
He’d be in so much trouble when his momma got hold of him.
It was only a few minutes later when he came back to himself, realising that he’d somehow managed to wander into a field, filled with pretty flowers and lovely green grass. It was surrounded by trees perfect for climbing, and the sun shone on it in a way that made it all glow.
Not that Bucky cared. Right now, he just needed a place to sit and be grumpy.
Throwing himself forward, he fell to his ass with an angry little growl and tucked his knees up against his chest, staring moodily ahead of him. There were little flowers dotted around the grass, and he picked at them absently, ripping their petals off and then letting them flutter to the ground or float away in the light breeze.
“Hey! Don’t do that, what did the flowers ever do to you?”
Bucky jerked and turned around immediately, eyes wide and searching for the owner of the voice. He definitely hadn’t expected to be found in a place like this- not so soon anyway.
Ahead of him, there was a skinny little boy, his warm brown eyes as big as saucers as he stared down at Bucky and the angry look that was still etched on his face. The boy was dressed in clothes that probably cost more than the contents of Bucky’s entire room, but there was grass stains and muddy patches all over them. His curly hair was falling into his eyes a little, but he quickly brushed it out when he saw Bucky looking; probably out of habit.
“Those… those flowers are pretty. Don’t ruin them,” the boy said weakly, apparently losing his confidence as he saw Bucky’s grumpy look.
He probably did look quite scary- a boy already tall for his age, in the wrong part of town and picking apart flowers in this fancy field whilst wearing a look of absolute thunder on his face. No wonder the newcomer was looking a little shifty.
He made an effort to smooth out his face a little, but he doubted it did much. “Sorry,” he said gruffly, shrugging his shoulders, “I’ll find somewhere else, I didn’t know you were here-“
“No, I didn’t mean you had to leave,” the boy said hurriedly, taking a brave step forward, “I just heard you storming in, and wanted to see who you were. That’s all. And there’s better ways to make use of the flowers than to rip them up, you know.”
Bucky looked at him quizzically, and then his eyes drifted down to the little chain of colourful flowers the other boy was gripping in his hand. Apparently losing all confidence again when he caught Bucky staring, his eyes widened and he hid the offending object behind his back, taking a little step back once again. It was like he was dancing, he moved that much.
“They’re just flowers, it’s not a crime, boys can like flowers too you know, I don’t- don’t beat me up,” he stumbled, holding his chin high in defiance but failing to hide the panic in his eyes as he took another step back.
Bucky furrowed his brow in confusion. Why the hell would he think he was gonna get beat up? Bucky didn’t hurt anyone- not unless they started it first, anyway.
“I’m not gonna beat you up,” he declared, shaking his head, “and I know it’s okay for boys to like flowers. I was just angry, and I wanted to fiddle with somethin’. Sorry if I hurt them,” he said, biting his lip.
He didn’t want this boy to think he was mean. Even if he probably looked pretty mean right now- Bucky didn’t want him to be scared. He looked as if he was scared quite a lot, actually.
There was silence, as the boy ran another hand through his hair and bounced on the balls of his feet. He was keeping his eyes fixed on his floor, and Bucky was just about to get up and say he was leaving when the boy suddenly spoke up again.
“I come out to this field when I get upset, like you. But… uh, I use the flowers too. I just mess with them in different ways,” he said, like that was supposed to explain something.
Bucky looked at him in confusion, and after a few seconds the boy’s hand was slowly removed from behind his back, revealing the pretty chain of flowers again. “Have you ever made a daisy chain before?” he asked tentatively. Bucky shook his head, wondering where the boy was heading.
“Okay. Do you want to learn?”
He was being looked at almost fiercely, and the boy’s knees were crouched a little, like he was preparing to run at a moment’s notice. It made Bucky frown again, because why the heck did this person seem so convinced Bucky was going to try and hurt him?
“Yeah. Okay. I’d… I’d like that,” Bucky answered, trying to smile a little, despite his foul mood.
The boy’s eyes widened, like that had not been the answer he was expecting. Bucky noted that he had very nice eyes. And hair. In fact, he was even prettier than Dorothy- the girl who sat in front of him at school. Everyone loved her- but she didn’t share a patch on the boy stood in front of him right now.
“I’m Tony,” he stated, finally stepping forward and holding out his hand.
“Bucky- nice to meet you.”
“Come with me,” Tony said, pulling on Bucky’s hand and leading them to the left, where the trees met field, “I know a place full of so many flowers you won’t even know what to do with them all.”
“So why were you angry?” Tony asked, his knee knocking against Bucky’s as he carefully wove a tiny little stem through the gap in another.
Bucky paused, face clouding over. He put his chain down carefully, in case he ripped it in his frustration. “Mine and Steve’s momma met their new bosses, and they’re really stupid.”
“What did they do?” Tony asked, “did they not know how to count to ten?”
“No, not that kinda stupid,” Bucky waved him off, “they were just mean. And wrong. There was an advert on the TV and it had two boys in it and they said that it was disgusting but it isn’t disgusting. I like boys. I know I’m not disgusting. An’ I told ‘em that much myself, ‘cuz I ain’t afraid of no dumb adults,” Bucky said defiantly, hands fisting against his legs as he thought back to their gross faces.
Tony was staring at him, and Bucky realised that maybe Tony thought he was disgusting, too, so he jumped to his feet angrily. “If you don’t like it either, you can take your flower crown and scram, ‘cuz you’re just stupid too-“
“No!” Tony raised his hands, eyes wide as he looked up at Bucky, “No, I don’t think it’s disgusting. I just think you’re… you’re really brave. I could never do that to adults. I tried to do it once, when my dad called me an idiot, but then he just hit me and so I didn’t do it again,” he said, looking at the floor again like he was… like he was embarrassed or something.
Bucky frowned again, confused. Why would his dad have hit him? Weren’t parents supposed to keep you safe from being hit, not be the ones to do it in the first place?
That being said, Bucky had noticed the angry red mark that was cutting through Tony’s cheek, and wondered if that was the reason he was in this field in the first place. And if it was his own dad that was doing that, it made everything even worse.
“I’ll beat him up if you want,” Bucky said, sitting down again so that his leg was pressed up against Tony’s. “Like I said- I’m not scared of no adults.”
Tony’s eyes were wide, and he was staring at Bucky like he was his guardian angel or something. Bucky liked Tony looking at him like that; it made him feel all fluttery inside. “You’d really do that? For me?”
“Yeah,” Bucky nodded his head adamantly, “definitely.”
Tony smiled, but then shook his head and sighed. “No. Dad’s strong, and even if you’re strong too, he’s big. I don’t want him to hurt you too. That’s why I come out here. I like flowers. They’re pretty. And dad can’t yell at me when I’m here.” There was a short pause, and then Tony’s eyes widened as he turned to face Bucky. “You can’t tell anyone you saw me here, okay? If dad finds out I like flowers he’ll call me stuff and hit me and stop me coming, and I really like it here, so you can’t, okay, you can’t-“
“I ain’t telling your dad shit,” Bucky told him, liking how the curse word sounded on his tongue. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he’d heard someone yell it on the street, and thought it would be a good thing to use here. “I like flowers too. And you. I wouldn’t tell him anything that might hurt either of ‘em.”
Tony relaxed a little, and nodded gratefully. “Thank you. And by the way, I definitely don’t think it’s disgusting. I like boys too- more than I like girls. But I just don’t tell anyone because I don’t want people at school or home to beat me up more,” he admitted, worrying at his lower lip and avoiding Bucky’s eyes again.
“But… why are you telling me then?” He asked.
Tony looked at him, and then shrugged, his cheeks beginning to turn pink.
“’Cause you’re my friend. Right? And friends can tell each other secrets.”
Bucky thought about every secret of Steve’s he had kept, and then nodded his head. “Definitely.”
“Good,“ Tony broke off, finally finished with the little chain of daises he’d been making through the conversation. He raised it up and smiled at his work, before shuffling forward a little and carefully placing it around Bucky’s neck. “It suits you,” he said quietly, and Bucky thought the blush that was spreading through his cheeks again was very pretty.
Bucky nodded looking down at the chain around his neck and smiling. “You can wear mine when I’ve finished- it won’t be as good though, ‘cuz you’ve been doing it longer and I’m still learning-“
“I think it’s great anyway,” Tony assured him, picking up the half-finished masterpiece, which was a little uneven and splayed. But Tony was practically beaming at it, and it made Bucky feel lovely and special.
“BUCK! BUCKY! YOU HERE?” A loud voice interrupted, and both of them jerked, Tony’s eyes flashing with panic as he dropped the chain and turned. Bucky made note that he didn’t like loud voices.
Quickly grabbing his hand, he caught Tony’s attention. “Hey- don’t worry, that’s just my friend. He’s called Steve, and I’ve been gone a while, so everyone’s probably worried. And mad. But not at you,” Bucky explained hurriedly. “Do you wanna go, or do you wanna meet him?”
Tony paused, before looking across at the boy who was even tinier than him, shock of blonde hair falling over his face as he stumbled through the long grass and searched for his friend. “I’ll stay.”
“Good, because he’s great- you’ll love him,” Bucky grinned, before pulling them both up and waving. “STEVIE!”
Steve turned, eyes locking on to both of them immediately. He frowned a little at the sight of Tony, but it was gone in a second and replaced with a friendly smile. “WE’VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU, IDIOT,” he yelled across the field, beginning to jog across until he had caught up with them. “Your mom’s gonna give you an earful when you get back, you know?”
Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, I know I was stupid- I ruined their jobs-“
“No no, they don’t care about that. The people were assholes, they turned down the offer as soon as you slammed out of the door,” Steve explained, “your mom’s mad because you just wandered off for two and a half hours in a place you don’t know. Idiot.”
“I had Tony,” Bucky said defensively, “we made flower crowns. And now we’re friends and he’s gonna hang out with us, okay? He needs to teach you how to make flower chains- he’s awesome at them,” Bucky explained, squeezing Tony’s hand and smiling, gesturing proudly to the chain around his head.
Steve stared at it for a few seconds, and Tony was all jittery again, but then Steve just smiled in wonder and stepped forward, examining the work around Bucky’s neck. “That’s so cool! Can you make me one?” He asked, eyes wide.
Tony practically beamed, and nodded his head happily.
“But I get to make Tony’s,” Bucky added quickly, shooting Steve a look.
“Why can’t I make one for him too?” Steve asked, frowning.
“’Cuz I’ve known him longer and I asked first,” Bucky replied.
Tony giggled a little, and Bucky’s stomach went all fluttery again. “You can… if you want, you can both make me one?”
Steve opened his mouth to reply, but upon seeing the desperate looks Bucky was throwing his way, he slowly shut it again, comprehension dawning on his face. “Oh. I didn’t realise… uh, you know what, Tony, I think I’ll leave it to Bucky. He’s better at them than me, and he did ask first.”
Tony just shrugged, and then smiled at Bucky again. They were still holding hands. “Okay.”
“Uh, Buck- I hate to break this up, but if I don’t come back with you soon, I think your mom’s gonna call for a search party,” Steve said sheepishly, interrupting their moment and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Bucky sighed grumpily, but nodded his head. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Tony, do… do you want to come ‘round to my house sometime? Steve will probably be there, and there’s a nice meadow behind our garden. You can teach us how to make even cooler chains than before, and… and I’ll be able to make you one all on my own?” Bucky asked it like a question, and looked stubbornly at his shuffling feet as Tony’s hand squeezed around his own.
“I’d like that, yeah,” Tony said softly, prompting another beam from Bucky.
“Cool! I’ll… I’ll meet you here at the same time tomorrow, and we’ll walk down, okay? Sound good?”
Tony nodded happily, a little stunned expression on his face as his gaze jolted from person to person, as if he expected the joke to be revealed.
Bucky squeezed his hand a little tighter and then let go, the great big grin still on his face. Bad moods seemed impossible now. “I’ll come find you tomorrow then, Tony,” he called out behind him, walking up to Steve and then making their way toward the roadside.
There was a pause, and then the sound of hurrying footsteps prompted Bucky to turn around again. He only had a chance to look at Tony in surprise for a second, before suddenly the smaller boy had leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek.
It lasted 0.3 seconds and the butterflies that Bucky had been feeling all afternoon suddenly exploded in his tummy, lighting up his face bright pink and turning his knees to jelly. He felt like his heart was doing somersaults as he watched Tony lean back down again, covered in a pretty blush of his own, and then turn tail and run back through the grass, waving behind him as he went.
Bucky stood there, stunned, until Steve suddenly burst out laughing and elbowed him in the ribs. “Bucky and Tony, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-“ “Shuddup,” Bucky said gruffly, unable to take the smile off his face as he shoved Steve gently.
Steve continued to giggle all the way home, but Bucky didn’t even care. He was going to look up how to make the best flower-crowns that night, so that he would be able to impress Tony when they next met tomorrow.
“I think he’s gonna be real good, Buck,” Steve said, suddenly solemn, as he nodded his head pensively.
“I know he is,” Bucky agreed, head still tilted in the direction the other boy had run.
He was gonna make the best flower crown for Tony. Just you watch.
request: Can you write about Harry getting a new personal trainer to help him get in shape (like boxing and cardio and stuff) and he gets set up with a really pretty girl and he really likes her but she won’t date her clients and he tries to persuade her and ya whatever you come up with!!!
i had a lot of fun writing this one so i hope you guys like it ((: a huge thank you to @stylishmuser for reading this over for me ily
You’re pounding away at the punching bag in your pastel pink gloves, sweat dripping down your forehead and french braids bouncing against your shoulders as music blasts through your headphones.
You’re expecting a new client soon and sometimes your nerves act up when that happens, knowing you’re an amazing personal trainer, but knowing sometimes men can’t see past your pretty body or your “girly” pink gloves. On top of that, you’d been informed that your new client was Harry Styles, former member of One Direction. The most high profile client you’d ever had.
You don’t hear him come in behind you as you’re hitting the bag as hard as you can to fight off your anxiety, sending it flying on the chain in the opposite direction. As it’s swinging back in your direction, you take the time to swing your leg around with the intention of kicking the bag in a more dramatic move than necessary. But as you twist your body your leg narrowly misses the man and he falls over trying to avoid a kick to the gut. In your shock you lose your balance and fall back on your butt, the bag swinging forward and colliding with your head instead of the foot it was meant for.
Ripping your headphones off and standing immediately, you tower over him, “Christ, don’t you know better than to sneak up on someone who’s training?”
“I’m sorry, I was trying to let you know I was here without startling you.” He stuck out his hand, “I’m Harry. It’s nice to meet you.”