Your confession would make him flustered and surprised, but he would soon reach out for you hand , giving it a reasurring squeeze confirming that he also felt the same feelings for you
“ Let’s not waste time then”
He was trying to figure out if you liked him back for weeks now. Everytime he tried to confess to you he was either interrupted or he just got too shy to do it. So when you confessed to him he was very happy that one of you finally got the courage to admit your feelings for each other.
“ I have been trying to confess to you for weeks now, you don’t know how happy I am to find out that you feel the same feelings towards me”
He was too shy to confess to you with words so he decided to show his feelings through small actions such as being extra nice and attentive towards you. It didn’t take long for you to notice his behaviour so you decided to ask him about it , which for some reason led to you also confessing your feelings towards him.
“ Was I being too obvious that I am really into you? I think that now is the time where I should kiss you and ask you out on a date”
He literally planned on how he was going to ask you out. The only thing that stopped him from actually confessing to you is the thought of you rejecting him. So he was very surprised and glad when you pulled him to one of the spare practise rooms and confessed to him.
“ You have no idea how glad I am that you also feel the same feelings towards me. Lets cook a meal together so we can make this official” COUNT ME IN
I feel like Jongdae would be very straightfoward if he had a crush on someone, he would plan everything so that his crush will feel special. So he was definatelly shocked when you confessed to him first
“ Y/N I can’t believe you just beat me, I wanted to confess first, but just so you know I like you too , a lot actually”
Being the sweetheart and gentleman that yixing is I feel like he would definately want to confess first. So when you suddenly confessed to him, he would be kinda disappointed that he wasn’t able to do it first, but he would still make you feel like the most special person in the world.
“ Even though you confessed to me first , I want to be the first one to comfort you, kiss you and make you feel special all day, every day”
Another member which I think will definatelly want confess to you first, but i feel like he would overthink his plan on how to confess to you which could actually take some time for him to approach you and confees it to you. So when you confessed to him, he would be a bit dissapointed but would soon feel like the happiest man in the world when he saw how beautiful you looked and how sincere you were at that moment.
“ You know I had a whole plan made on how to confess to you , but your sincere confession right now just made me forget all my plans, I feel like the happiest man on earth”
He kept giving you side glances. Every time you were around he couldnt take his eyes of you. He really wanted to confess but he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way. After you started to notice him looking at you everytime you were not looking at him you decide to try your luck and confess to him.
“ Wait so you like me back ? you have no idea how happy that makes me right now”
He didn’t know why he got so shy everytime he was about to to confess to you, but he knew that it was getting obvious that he had a thing for you. When you approached him and nervously confessed to him he couldn’t help but smile and secretly be glad that you wanted to give him a chance.
“ Y/N thank you so much for accepting me into your heart , I’m sorry that wasn’t able to confess first, but I hope that our love can grow everyday”
To be honest he was getting desperate to confess to you, everytime you were around him he was holding himself to not suddenly hug you or just cuddle with you. The only thing holding him back was the thought of ruining the friendship that you both shared. So when you confessed to him first, he felt so relieved that he couldn’t even care that you confessed him first
“ I’m so glad you feel the same way for me, honestly. Now please come and cuddle with me”
Every time he was with you, his feelings for you just kept growing. At first he thought it was just an innocent crush but after a while the feelings would not go away and instead they just kept growing so he thought about trying his luck and asking you out the next time he saw you. However, he taken by surprise when you decided to meet up with him the next day and right away confess to him.
“ How could I not notice that me and you had feelings for each other? Like I’m really shocked right now so do you like want to go out to eat ?
He knew that you were special to him, since the first time he saw you actually. His feelings towards you were proven to be true after he started to want to be with you all the time, like he just really wanted you to be his. However, he couldn’t put his feeling into words so he was very happy that you were the one who decided to take the iniciative.
“ I really do wish that I had enough courage and confessed to you earlier but I’m happy that now I can call you mine”
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- Omg people would totally
ship you two as the love/hate relationship and/or the sexual tension
- Cliche, but start off as
- If you played Quiddich
you would make it your top priority to always distract Draco
- Shameless teasing tho??
- “Hey Malfoy, nice ass”
- “You heard me!”
- Shameless catcalling
purposely in front of everyone including Snape and his friends
- But one day you are
genuinely upset and on the verge of tears but you, being stubborn, refuse to
cry in front of him
- “Didn’t you hear me?! Go
- Offers you a
handkerchief, an awkward hug, and sweets
- A messy, tear stained and
- “Since when did you go
- “I should be asking you
the same thing, (Last Name)
- So obviously you two are
pretty close friends now
- He can basically trust
you with anything so he comes to you when he has problems
- But both of you are
extremely stubborn so usually the other person will have to confront the other
about their notice in their change of attitude
- You having to confess
- He’d totally try to
confess but end up getting too nervous and backing away
- “Hey Malfoy, you be
interested in going to Hogsmeade this weekend?”
wouldn’t be asking me out, would you?”
-”Pffftttt as if????”
- You totally were asking
- He said yes in the most
teasing way with a signature smirk
- You were very proud of
your relationship because there was no denying Draco was just hot
- But like he was a
- If you were sick he would
always freak out and if he saw you were struggling in classes he would
discreetly leave you his study notes in the most unexpected ways like
“accidentally” mixing his 100% amazing notes up with your slightly pitiful ones
- And ugh he was just an
amazing partner to have???
- Not gonna lie you two
were already friends
- Like you would gang up on
people you shared a hatred for always
- Sometimes people would
even avoid you two in fear of being completely roasted™
- It was like “o shit here
they come rUN BITCH RUN N Y O O M”
- But no seriously you two
would diss whoever and whatever if they got on your nerves
- And obviously he would
ask you to the Yule Ball
-“You’re asking me,
-“Of course. Who else
would I ask? Parkinson?”
- And like whenever the two
of you would enter the ballroom all eyes would immediately just turn to you two
- Because lets face it, the
two of you could stop traffic
- You would both sneak off
after some stuff had died down in a dark and empty corridor
- The two of you would just
be chatting by a windowsill whenever out of nowhere he would just kiss you
- You were like talking
about class or something and he would just press his lips against yours
- And you just melted
- Because you could feel
how shaky and nervous he was
- But he was so gentle
- And omg you cuties
- Tbh no one is surprised when you enter the Great Hall hand in hand
- Blaise catcalls
- Pansy snarls
- Crabbe and Goyle don’t really care
- But you and Draco are too absorbed in the little world that has formed around you to notice
- The only reason he knew
you is because you were the person who always just happened to score one or two
points above him on every. single. assignment.
- Like he would be bragging
in class about his grades when the teacher would speak up like
-“Obviously I have the
best test scores in here but that’s not surprise—“
Malfoy, Miss (Name) (Last Name) scored just one point above you…! So you’re
- And he would just be
- And then he would
basically track you down and discreetly ask about studying techniques
- And you’d just be like
“So Mister “I scored one less point than someone” wants to hear about my
studying techniques? I don’t think so, Second Place.”
- He’d do an unintentional dramatic gasp
and like press an offended hand to his chest
- And you’d just walk away
with the most smug smirk ever
- After that incident he’d
badmouth you almost as much as he badmouthed Potter
- Because after doing some
“researching” (snooping) and learning more about you from observations and
sources he’d find out that you’re actually really intriguing
- And he might have had the
smallest, tiniest crush on you
- But he’d deny it of
-the little bastard
- But like he actually
finds the small things you do entertaining
- For example, he might
have ‘accidentally’ showed up at the library every day you did and just happen
to notice how you would play with your hair or doodle whenever you studied
- One day, he discreetly bumped into you
playing it off as he was too busy reading
- You decided not to tell
him that his book was upside down
-“Oh, watch where you’re
going… Anyways, if you’re here, mind helping me with this subject?”
-“Draco Malfoy? Asking for help? Who would have known?”
- But you did end up
- And after taking multiple
deep breaths, he finally got the courage to ask you out
- And you told him “maybe
if you can score higher than me on the next potions test”
-gUESS WHO STUDIED THEIR
- Tbh he had no idea who you were
- And honestly he didn’t even care
- But that all changed when this happened
- So you were focusing on anything other than him while walking down the hallway,
- And accidentally you bump into him
- All of your stuff falls to the ground
- And he just shoots you a nasty glare and continues walking
- You are simply picking up your things when you hear “Lousy Hufflepuffs. Can’t do anything. No wonder that Diggory died. As if a Hufflepuff is brave enough to enter that tournament and come out alive.”
- You stop dead in your tracks. “What did you just say..?”
- He turns back to you with a scoff
- You run up in front of him and get in his face. “What the hell did you just say?! Tell me!”
-”I said that all of you Hufflepuffs are weak and pathetic. Diggory never had what it took to enter the-”
- But he was cut off by a punch to the face. His nose was bleeding
-”Don’t you ever start saying shit like that when you, yourself, will never be better than Cedric! At his worst, he is still better than you at your best. Maybe you should think about this before speaking unless you want to be bloodied by a “lousy” Hufflepuff again.”
- He is left in sh o ck
- From then on, whenever he sees you his entire face goes red and he hides himself
- Because maybe your courage and great left hook made him form a crush
- He leaves a note on your desk which is from “your secret admirer” (cause he’s cheesy like that) telling you to meet him outside at night
- Your first reaction when you see him is not a positive one
- He explains that he only said that about Diggory is because he tries to look impressive in front of his friends (Which isn’t a lie) and that he sincerely apologizes and mourns for your House’s loss
- After some coaxing, he is forgiven
- You sit and chat for a while and you are pleasantly surprised when you find out he’s actually pretty cool
-At the end of the night, he asks you on a date
- And with a hesitant yet bright smile, you accept
Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU Word Count: 9,575 Author’s Note: Yes, this is the last part of the series, and I still don’t want it to end. I don’t think I’m ever going to be ready to say goodbye to this series. It’s been such a joy getting to create these characters and their dynamics that have led up to this final part; getting so much love for something that you work really hard on outlining and thinking about relentlessly is such a joy of mine. The amount of support this story has gotten over the months has boggled my mind. Thank you to everyone who has read or commented or talked to me about the series; you all have helped make All Too Well by giving me the motivation to push the story beyond what I thought it was capable of.
It’s strange what four months away from home could do to a person. In hindsight, four months is a relatively insignificant frame of time, especially when taking a step back to look at the bigger picture. Looking at your life, you know that four months is more of a whirling experience on the grand scale that is twenty-one years of living and breathing on the planet. But you have every confidence that the you who stepped onto the plane four months ago is a completely different you who is stepping off the plane four months later.
There is a freeing sensation, to look out the window from your seat, to see miles of city landscape and for once not be terrified of what lay past the horizon and the vast oceans. To see miles of beyond and actually know what kind of culture, what kind of people, and what kind of places filled the blanks of your mind.
But underneath everything, underneath your different mindset, your achieved goals, the knowledge that you were finally, finally on the path you’ve dreamt of since the beginning—Seoul is the same, and so are the people who roam across the surface. Seoul is still the same, providing a benchmark to measure your own growth with.
There is still the same food that floods your mind, the same night markets that America lacks, the same city lights that you dream about from your own smaller apartment across the oceans. There’s the same hustle, the same music that makes your lips curl up, because it’s a curious thing to not know how much one longs for home until that home has been taken away for four months.
But you’re back, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Your apartment was like a ghost town. The emptiness echoed every time you stepped foot in the sad space. His shoes were missing by the front door. Your keys were never on the side table. There was evidence that people lived there. Ramen packets in the trash. Used coffee cups on the sink. But no one had really been around for two weeks.
Two weeks. This was the longest you had gone without speaking to Hoseok, yet alone seeing him. The fight at Yoongi’s was the worst you ever had. His sharp tongue dug wounds that even stitches couldn’t heal. He had been keeping himself occupied at Yoongi’s or the dance studio. Your heart sank into your chest anytime you came home and heard the washing machine running, only to find that the person who was wearing them was nowhere to be found.
A small part of you enjoyed the quiet. You were able to spread all your materials out on the coffee table. Bags of chips and half empty iced lattes were littered in between stacks of highlighted notes. He wasn’t there to yell at you when you fell asleep face first on your microbiology homework, the lines of the pages leaving imprints on your cheeks.
You did miss him. The two of you had been friends for years. But this time it was not your turn to say sorry. If Hoseok wanted things to go back to normal, he would have to swallow his large amount of pride and apologize.
But you had never heard Hoseok apologize in his life.
As Namjoon closed the door behind him, he stood by the entrance, snickering to himself. “Her? Liking me? Wahh” he said silently to himself. He wasn’t sure what it was he was feeling now, but he couldn’t stop smiling. “As if I’d like her?” he said again to himself.
“Hyung what are you doing by yourself there?” Jungkook asked curiously.
“Huh? Oh nothing” Namjoon said, flustered.
(One week later)
“Hey guys, Y/N isn’t coming today! Looks like it’s just us tonight” Jin said, filling his voice through the dorm.
“Awh, whyyy” Taehyung asked, coming out of the living room.
“She said she’s sick” Jin said with a frown.
“Let’s go there then! We can bring her food” Taehyung said, excitedly.
“Yah, if she’s sick she should just rest. She can’t be taking care of you guys too” Jin scolded.
Taehyung walked back to the living room with his head held down. He was looking forward to watching the movie you two had discussed a few weeks ago, but it looks like it would have to wait another week.
Namjoon meanwhile, listened to everything silently from the dining table. “That’s weird, she never falls sick…” he said to himself.
“What’s that? Couldn’t hear you” Hoseok said, sitting across from him,
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In which you have the first sentence your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your shoulder, Jimin’s being “Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh”.
Even though Jungkook doesn’t have as bad luck as Jimin does, he isn’t completely satisfied with his “Fuck you” tattoo either.
Jimin had been only three when his mother had told him about soulmates for the first time. He could remember it like it happened just yesterday. That was how clear the memory was.
“Jimin,” she’d said, sitting him down on his bed with an intense look in her eyes. “In your life, you will meet one person who is unlike anyone else. You’ll feel a pull towards them - the first time you lock eyes, you will feel like you’re suddenly whole again, after feeling like you’ve been missing something, no, someone your whole life.
You’ll know them when you meet, but if you ever doubt yourself, a tattoo will appear on your shoulder when you turn five. The first words they’ll ever say to you will be carved into your skin until the day your soulmate says them to you, the very day you’ll first talk to each other.”
Here, she smiled. Like she was remembering something amazing, something special. “And when you meet them, Jimin, don’t you ever let them go. If you lose them, you will feel broken again, and you will lose your will to live and die. Don’t you ever let them go.”
Jimin had thought that the first words his soulmate would say to him would be beautiful and poetic, that the words he would get would be something he could treasure.
Boy, was he wrong.
On his fifth birthday, his whole family gathered around the little boy. On the precise time he’d been born, his shoulder had started to bloom with a numbing pain, just like he’d been told multiple times before.
It took ten minutes - twenty, tops - until the feeling had finally started to fade. That was when he got the courage to glance at the tattoo resting on his collarbone.
“Mom, what’s a boner?” He had asked, as innocent as a lamb, after reading the sentence. She’d gasped harshly, as had most of his relatives, then took a look at his shoulder.
Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh.
At the time, he had no idea what a ‘morning boner’ was, but as the seasons changed and the years passed, he found out exactly what it meant.
And Jimin started to wish that soulmates didn’t exist, so badly that he almost believed it.
Because no matter how hard he tried to lie to himself, the truth was that he had the tattoo on his shoulder, and it would never change. And honestly, Jimin couldn’t help hating his soulmate just a bit for it.
Jimin pulled the oversized black and white striped shirt over his head and looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The shirt left quite a bit of shoulder exposed, and he sighed as he traced a finger over the words. The black letters looked harsh on Jimin’s tan skin, and it made him cringe.
He’d gotten used to the tattoo over the years, but his friends hadn’t. Because of his (stupid) soulmate, he’d become the butt of fifty too many jokes, and, whenever his friends laughed, he wanted to break the nose of whoever would be brash enough to say this.
Jimin had sworn, when he’d been seventeen and incredibly annoyed after a particularly harsh (but slightly funny) joke, that the first thing he’d say to his soulmate when he met them, no matter who they were, would be a big “fuck you”.
That was what he thought about as he squeezed a generous amount of thick foundation on his fingers and started to spread it on his tattoo. His friends were bad enough; he didn’t need any strangers seeing it at today’s party, which was being hosted but the richest and most arrogant brat on the whole campus. Probably the whole freaking world.
Jimin didn’t know the guy - hell, he hadn’t even talked to him - but he already didn’t like him. He was handsome and rich, and he definitely knew it. Jimin only had agreed to go to the stupid thing because his best friend, Hoseok, had convinced him to. In fact, Hoseok wanted Jimin to go with him so he could hook him up with Yoongi, Jimin’s other best friend. Not an exciting prospect, honestly.
“Jimin, come on! We’re going to be late!” Hoseok yelled through the bathroom door, banging on the wood with heavy fists. It was ten o’clock in the evening, and Hoseok was eager to meet with Yoongi, who would (hopefully) be his date for the night.
“Shut up, I’m coming,” Jimin mumbled, putting the foundation away when his tattoo was covered up the way it was supposed to be. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, glaring. Hoseok knew he hated being rushed, and his roommate gave him an innocent smile.
Hoseok was dressed in black skinny jeans and a plain white top, a blazer and sneakers thrown on for good measure. Very billionaire-playboy-chilling-with-a-glass-of-scotch.
“Woah, you look good”, he complimented him, and Jimin’s glare turned into a smile. He’d parted his hair to reveal his forehead, and even though he wasn’t the most confident person, he felt good about the way he looked for once.
“Now, can we go?” Hoseok pleaded, with big doe eyes for effect, and Jimin sighed.
“Fine, let’s get this over with,” he mumbled, grabbing a pair of black boots. Hoseok watched him pull them on, and Jimin muttered, “Calm down,” just when he was pulled out the door.
“Oh my God, I’m so nervous, I think I’m going to puke. I think I look green, do I look green?”
Jimin rolled his eyes, smiling fondly. Hoseok had been rambling for the past half hour, while they walked to the mansion where the party was supposed to be.
“You’ll be just fine, don’t worry. He might seem a bit cold, but I swear he’s all rainbows and unicorns inside,” Jimin said, doing his best to pry his best friend’s claws off his shirt (it was a gift, after all). He snickered when Hoseok kept muttering, ‘oh my God,’ as they arrived. The house was a mansion, almost as grand as Gatsby’s. What else would you expect from a rich brat?
As they made their way to the front door, Jimin started to look around. Yoongi had promised to be here; he owed Jimin a favor, which was why he had agreed to be Hoseok’s date for tonight. Otherwise he probably would’ve just stayed home, writing music in the almost-dark as usual (Yoongi’s dream was to be a famous rapper).
When Jimin finally spotted him, lounging near a wall with a stereotypical red solo cup in his hand, he grabbed Hoseok’s hand and started making his way towards the dark-haired man. Hopefully, he wouldn’t move before they got there.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, that’s Yoongi right there, oh my God, he looks so good”, Hoseok repeated the words like they were the only thing keeping him alive. It was a good thing the music was so loud, otherwise Yoongi would’ve heard. Hoseok was right, Jimin admitted to himself. Yoongi was dressed in all black, with a snapback pulled over his eyes, like in all of his rap videos.
Jimin pushed Hoseok towards Yoongi, who had noticed them and was now standing up straight. Jimin winked and gave Hoseok a thumbs up before he melted into the crowd.
He didn’t need to be a third wheel for the whole night. No, he’d much rather spend his time with some good ol’ shots of strong, liver-killing alcohol. Jimin wasn’t someone who drank often, but his choices were a) be sober and painfully alone or b) be alone and roaring drunk.
Not a hard choice, really.
He found his way to the alcohol and poured himself six shots with a smile on his face. Now that’s what we are talking about. He downed his first shot after he found himself a place to sit (he wasn’t planning on being in any condition to stand for much longer). From his spot, he could see almost everyone in the giant room. His eyes skipped over people until he saw someone he really didn’t want to.
The host of the party. None other than Jeon Jungkook himself.
Jimin scoffed. He was leaning back on the couch, girls and guys surrounding him with a girl in a silvery-blue dress on his lap. Jeon threw his head back in laughter.
He downed the second shot the moment he saw that stupid rich brat sucking faces with another student (wasn’t he Namjoon?). He was nowhere near drunk enough to see that. Another shot disappeared, burning its way down his throat.
A weird feeling bubbled in his chest as he watched the two suck each other’s souls out. He couldn’t quite give the emotion a name, but it felt a lot like… jealousy? No fucking way. Jimin almost laughed out loud at his thoughts, downing a fourth shot. They didn’t even know each other.
The rest of the night was a blur, but he was fairly certain he had ended up drinking way more than six shots. It resulted in some awkward interactions with other students, who were nearly as drunk as him, and of course, he had blacked out on the mansion’s floor before the party had even finished. He could’ve sworn he had seen Yoongi and Hoseok get along well. Of course, if your definition of getting along was kissing rather shyly in a secret corner.
Jungkook saw the boy in the striped shirt the moment he’d walked in.
His silver hair that reflected the light perfectly, his plump lips that he bit when he tried not to laugh - every single thing about him seemed to draw him in. He’d come with someone who looked incredibly nervous, was that his boyfriend? His eyebrows furrowed, ever so slightly, and he shook his head. Why did he care? It was none of his business.
Still, his gaze followed him (wasn’t his name Park Jimin, or something?) intently as he navigated his way through the people in the party, until they reached a guy who looked like he’d rather be anywhere than here. The silver-haired male pushed his friend - something Jungkook had just realized - towards the guy who had been leaning on the wall. He was short, like Jimin.
Jungkook watched Jimin slip into the crowd, the two boys left looking awkwardly at each other. He rolled his eyes. The two clearly liked each other; what was so hard about talking to each other and actually sharing a conversation instead of awkward, yearning glances?
Jungkook tried to find Jimin, but it was like he’d disappeared into thin air. Had he left? A weird feeling of desperation flushed through the Jungkook as he moved to sit on the couch, people crowding to sit around him. He spotted Jimin a few minutes after, sitting alone with a tray of shots in front of him. Jungkook watched him drink shot after shot, and grinned at the cute way he scrunched up his nose after every single one.
Time to move on.
Jungkook turned towards the group he was sitting with, mostly to Namjoon, who sat right next to him. Namjoon was good-looking, he couldn’t deny that, but why didn’t his dimples make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Why didn’t his smile make his stomach flip like Jimin’s smile did? Would Namjoon’s lips make Jungkook feel the way he felt when he saw Jimin?
That was what went through his mind as he leaned towards the platinum-haired male and captured their lips in a kiss that Jungkook found anything but passionate. He could taste alcohol in Namjoon’s mouth, and it most definitely didn’t make butterflies fly around his insides.
He felt like throwing up when he finally pulled away. That was their first and last kiss, Jungkook decided right then and there.
He bolted up from his seat and headed towards the bar - because alcohol was exactly what he needed to drown his feelings.
All Jungkook could remember after that was downing way too much whiskey, keeping his hands to himself way too little, and getting way, way too drunk.
Jimin let out a groan as he forced his eyes open, then let out another when he screwed them shut again. The sun was high up already, and the room was annoyingly, incredibly bright.
There was an ogre in his head, kicking his brain and making everything tremble as revenge for last night. He almost wished he’d stayed at the dorms, cuddling into a fuzzy blanket while reading a good book. But the feeling of being carefree, being completely weightless, was worth the headache. And the nausea.
Jimin shifted to his side. There was something warm and soft, and he burrowed into that soft something, letting out a content sigh. That soft something smelled really nice, pine and cologne and something else, and he breathed in deeply. After a few minutes of being comfortable, he heard a rumbly voice rasp entirely too close to his ear.
“Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh,” the person groaned. The way his voice scraped around the edges made heat flood in his chest, like slipping into a warm blanket.
Jimin whined and nuzzled his face into the soft material, mumbling a small “fuck you,” as he did. A few seconds later, the soft something, or someone disappeared, and he hit his head on the cold, hard floor.
His headache split his head in half.
“Ow! What the fuck?” He yelped, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the tiniest hint of a pout on his lips. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he jumped, nearly six feet in the air.
Jeon Jungkook was sitting in front of him, all messy dark hair and eyes that sparkled in the sun. Jimin’s heart jumped into overdrive.
“What did you just say to me?” Jungkook questioned, leaning forward ever so slightly, which made Jimin lean backward ever so slightly.
“Um, ‘fuck you’?” Jimin suggested carefully, playing with his hands and looking at his lap.
“Oh my God,” Jungkook mumbled. Jimin’s eyes turned into saucers when he started to take his shirt off.
“W-What do you think you’re doing?” he stuttered, failing miserably at trying to sound annoyed. Moments later, a sigh slipped past his lips at the image of Jungkook shirtless, the sun hitting his skin like he was a god.
And no, it wasn’t because of Jungkook’s toned chest or abs, not even his arms or beautiful golden skin, but because of the tattoo on his shoulder. Exactly where Jimin’s was. Exactly where the soulmate tattoo was supposed to be.
“Are you kidding me?” Jimin snickered, his nervousness vanishing. He traced a finger over the words, curling black on golden skin, and nearly smiled when he felt Jungkook shiver. “Does that mean you actually just said ‘excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh’?”
Jungkook’s cheeks turned rosy, the prettiest shade of pink Jimin had ever seen, and he looked down on his lap when he nodded. For once, not the arrogant, spoilt brat. “Sorry about that,” he said, “it must’ve not been a very nice thing to have on your shoulder.”
But Jimin didn’t care about that. He didn’t care about any of that, anymore.
He had finally found his soulmate, his missing piece, and my God, was he beautiful.
“You stupid, rich brat,” Jimin smiled, carefully leaning towards Jungkook. His lips curved into a soft smile, headache long forgotten.
“You stupid shortie,” Jungkook muttered just before their lips met. It was like Sunday afternoons, warm and comforting, but there was a layer of passion, just underneath.
And Jimin felt a hole he never knew he had disappear.
(A/N) Ahhhhh the end! Such a fluffy oneshot i LOVE JIKOOK OK
ALSO special thanks to my babe @yoongsigh for the amazing writing prompt and to the lovely bb @quill-ink for editing this and making it 2356293859857 times better <333 ily guys <3 <3
Summary: Being Lydia Martins cousin, but you are different from her you are something else entirely. Being Derek’s ex lover may get in the way of helping the pack. Requested: Sort of. Warnings: None. A/N: So this might suck but I kind of liked the idea I hope you enjoy and feed back is welcomed. Part 2 upon request.
I sighed running my fingers through my hair as the other held the steering wheel in place, returning to Beacon Hills was not what I really wanted but my cousin Lydia needed my help. With me being a few years older than her I had left Beacon Hills right after I graduated, there are many reasons why I left one of them was all the supernatural chaos that was in town. The other being I didn’t know how to control what I was, with me not knowing how to control what was inside me led me to believe that I wasn’t any help being there, so I ran. I pulled into the driveway of the building I was about to meet everyone in, I recognized it as Derek’s loft, I had been there many times before I left. I turned off my car and sat there for a while biting my lip and trying to figure out what I would say to them after being gone for two years, though I knew what was going on with them considering Lydia always kept me up to date. I finally got the courage to get out of my car and walk into the loft, when I got up to Derek’s place I saw everyone standing around and chatting. There was some not so familiar faces which I figured were the new members of Scott’s pack, I walked in my fingers fiddling with each other. “Hey guys.” I said softly once I was in view of everyone. “Y/N!!” Lydia smiled running to me and giving me a hug. She then started to introduce me to the new faces of the pack, I smiled politely and looked around my heart felt like it stopped when I locked eyes with the person I left all two years ago. His greenish-blue eyes bore into me and made me shift slightly, the intensity almost made me pass out I could tell by the look on his face that he was both confused and slightly hurt at my return. I mouthed a soft hello which he then returned with a curt nod, I looked down my feet suddenly becoming interesting. “Okay Y/N, I know you are probably wondering why I asked you back but we need your help desperately. I heard from Lydia that you figured out what you are and how to work whatever it is that you have and maybe you could help us, you see there are these dread doctors we defeated them once before but somehow they came back.” Scott spoke, I looked at him chewing on the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know how much help I can be. I’m a Siren, Scott do you know what that means? My song leads people to their death, the only positive part of this is that I can see your past and your future but that’s it.” I said seriously. “If I hurt one of you I don’t know what I would do.” I continued shaking my head. “Let me get this straight you brought a succubus to Beacon Hills? Are you kidding?” I heard Peter say making me growl and turn to face him. “I’m not a succubus Peter they are different, and if I was one you would know it.” I glared at him and folded my arms across my chest. “Y/N but you can lure them here and helps us defeat them.” I heard Lydia say. I sighed in defeat and rolled my eyes. “Fine but after that I’m gone.” Just as I had I said this I locked eyes with Derek again making him scoff and shake his head. “Always running, things get to tough then you run. You haven’t changed a bit.” He spat making everyone’s eyes advert between the two of us. “We are going to leave you two alone. Y/N I have a room set up for you at my place when you are ready.” I heard Lydia speak as she ushered everyone out of Derek’s loft, and I watched as Malia grabbed Peter’s arm and pull him out of the loft as well. I finally looked back up at Derek after hearing the metal door shut, our eyes locked like we were talking only with our eyes. “Listen Derek. I’m sorry okay, what more do you want me to say? I left yes but I needed to figure out who or what I was.” I said softly biting my lip. “You left me when I needed you, you were my anchor Y/N and when you left every part of me did as well.” He said closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, this action made me scuff. “You are not one to be sentimental what is making this any different Der, you never once showed me that I was your anchor.” I growled walking towards him with my finger pointed out. “I loved you and you know that, I left because of what was going on. You shut me out when things started to get worse with all of the supernatural shit an-.” I was cut off mid-sentence by the warm pair of lips I have craved since I left, it didn’t take me long to melt into the kiss my hands gripping his shirt. When his hands found my hips is when I snapped out of it and pushed him way, it took all I had not to push him against the wall and kiss him again. But I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t let myself be pulled back in again. “I know what you are doing Derek, it’s not happening screw you. You can’t change my mind.” I said starting to walk away. “I will find a way even if it kills me.” I heard him whisper as I walked out of his loft and into my car.
What He Means:
Yuri Plisetsky has the unforgettable eyes of a soilder and I've been in love with him ever since we were kids. I finally got the courage to talk to him and be friends, I can listen to him talk for hours on end. Then he told me davai when I was about to skate and that meant so much to me and then I told him davai and he skated so beautifully I didn't even care that I lost because look at my friend winning gold! Now we visit eachothers homes and listen to music together with red headphones like the red string of fate and he had the most beautiful smile when I tried Katsudon. Also he got this egg, painted my face on it and looks like he is going to eat it and I am blessed~
I saw your tags and ASDFGJKKL JACKBUM HEADCANONS??? tell me everything
DONT GET ME STARTED
listen jackbum being domestic is such a THING
there was the Gold™ situation with jaebum hogging the fan and we all know how that probably just ended with jackson waiting for jae to fall asleep and crawling into his bed
and the bed is already almost too small for jaebum
jaebum being shook just waking up to shirtless jackson curled under his chin and the fan blowing Jackson’s hair in his face
he’d never been so happy to squished into the wall
“go back to your bed, jackson”
“make me, hyung”
jackson smelling really good so whenever they hug jaebum shoves his face into his neck or his hair and just staying there without moving
“are you really sniffing me right now”
Jaebum tended to clean up after jackson. the staff are all like ?? cause jaebum just wipes Jackson’s lips when he eats messily or fixes his hair and throws away his snack wrappers and overall just treats jackson like a PRINCESS
Jackson getting a lil jealous when jaebum wears other member’s sweaters
“do I not smell good enough you have to wear mark hyung’s hoodie”
“shut up you know you smell amazing”
jinyoung and jackson teasing each other and jackson being bitter™ when jaebum tells him to apologize
“jj project favoritism”
“jackson we’re dating if anyone would get favoritism it would be you”
“so why aren’t I getting it?”
jackson being mad at jaebum ASDFGHJKL
the other members would be losing their minds w frustration
poor jaebum making mistakes everywhere and trying to figure out what he did and how to fix it
upset jaebum would be so funny
he wouldn’t tell anyone about him and Jackson’s fight except his cats
the members probably wouldn’t even notice something was wrong until jackson dragged in a teddy bear the size of his body a billion roses and all of jaebum’s favorite snacks
“I’m so sorry I love you so much I never meant to say that please forgive me or I might cry”
a minute of silence and jackson goes to get on his knees
“stop! okay, I forgive you. you better be prepared to make this up to me”
I’ve been thinking about this recently, and I kinda wanna share it cause I don’t think I ever have: I almost deleted my ACNL town once, but a villager talked me out of it.
Alright, so, I got New Leaf on July first, 2013 - it hadn’t been out for even a month yet. Needless to say, it took a good grip on my life. Boom. Started an ACNL blog, it got pretty big, y’know. etc. Anyway, I enjoyed the shit out of it. But… then Smash came out, then XY, then I discovered Ingress, and etc etc… basically, I stopped playing New Leaf.
So fast forward like, oh, 16 months later. One friend I met through my NL blog actually starts playing again, and inspires me to pick it back up.
The thing is, I didn’t want to lose any of my villagers. So I had two options: I could painstakingly time travel through 16 months jumping a couple of days at a time to make sure nobody moves, or take a gamble and start it on the real date and hope nobody moves. Well, I wasn’t going to time travel - that’d feel like a huge chore, would take at least a real week to do, and by time I caught up with the real date I’d be so bored I’d stop playing NL again. Counterproductive. So I was stuck with gamble.
But I thought, hey, why not just reset my town? why not just start over? So I decided that, if any of the villagers I was attached to had left, I’d just reset my town and start a new one. I decided this before I even opened up the game. And I actually started to like the idea of resetting everything. It’s not like it mattered, my NL blog was long dead and nobody else played the game, so I might as well.
I finally got the courage to turn on my game, and… nobody had moved! They were all talking about how they missed me and everything, but they were all still there. But… I decided I was gonna reset anyway. Yeah. Rest in peace, Sienna.
I asked my friend if I could hold shit in his town, and he was okay with that, so I decided to start packing up everything I really wanted to keep. While taking down stuff in my house, I… heard the little jingle of a villager.
Tom came in to visit me in my house while I was packing to delete the town.
Well, here’s what you need to know about Tom. First of all, I hadn’t greeted him when starting up my town this time, I only knew he was still there cause the map said so. Secondly, the reason I had him in my NL town was because he’s always found a way into every AC game I play. He appeared in plenty of my Gamecube towns, and he was literally my nextdoor neighbor in the one City Folk town we had. (I never played WW.) And since I look back on those games fondly, I decided I wanted him in my New Leaf town too.
So, the one character who’s pretty much always been with me came to visit while I was getting ready to start over, even though I hadn’t even talked to him in a year and a half. I forget how it goes exactly, but he said something along the lines of “I just wanted to see your goofy face!”
I know it’s stupid to cry over video games, especially ones that don’t really have a plot. It’s just data. But I’m admitting with no shame that I burst out into tears then, and honestly as I’m typing up the story I’m on the verge of tears now, too. As soon as he left, I turned around and put back up everything I had taken down.
I couldn’t start over after that. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.
Animal Crossing has a magical ability to become a second world unlike any other game.
After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.
Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?
The dull throb in your lower abdomen was what woke you up the following morning. You hissed at the pain as you opened your eyes and tried to sit up in your bed.
“Careful,” Castiel said from beside you.
He stood up and gently helped you up into a sitting position.
“You don’t want to open your stitches. You’ll have to stay off your feet for a few days.” he said.
“Thanks, Cas,” you mumbled. “A-Are there any painkillers I can take? My stomach; the incision is really painful.”
“Of course. Just give me a minute.” he said as he left your bedroom.
It was silent for a moment until another familiar voice spoke.
“How are you feeling?” Chuck asked.
You jumped slightly at his sudden appearance before relaxing back onto the pillows.
“Like I just had a baby.” you said with a small smile.
“Is she…” you began but stopped when you saw Chuck nodding.
“She’s with the family now.” he said.
You bit your lip and looked down, nodding.
“Is that alright?” he asked. “I know women aren’t usually put to sleep for c-sections but you had said you didn’t want to see her when she was—”
“No, I know,” you interrupted. “You did as I asked. If I saw her, I wouldn’t have been able to give her up. Thank you.”
Chuck nodded again.
It was silent again before Castiel came back into the room, holding Percocet and a glass of water. He and Chuck said their quiet hellos before Castiel handed you two pills and the water. You quickly downed the pills and the liquid, hoping that they would take effect quickly.
“The adoptive parents want you to name her,” Chuck said.
Your eyes widened and you shook your head as you gave the glass of water back to Castiel with a quiet “thank you.”
“Chuck, I can’t do that. She’s theirs now. They should be able to name her. It’s not like I even had a name picked out.” you said.
“We both know that’s not true, Y/N,” Chuck said softly.
You looked up at the man who smiled.
“‘I’m not just all-seeing, but I’m also all-hearing. I heard what you called her when you thought nobody was around. When you first felt her move. When she first kicked. Besides, the parents want you to feel like you have a connection to her.” he said.
You looked down and sighed.
“Lily,” you said quietly. “Her name is Lily.”
Lily. A simple name. But she wasn’t a simple girl. Sure, she would avoid the dangerous hunting life, but Chuck told you all about how she was guaranteed a life of adventure. College, traveling the world, amazing experiences you could only dream of. You didn’t know where she was living or who she was living with, but the way Chuck talked about the adoptive family made you feel at ease. She would be loved and provided for. That was the most important part.
However, the loss of your daughter destroyed you emotionally. You thought losing Kevin was hard, but to give up your daughter, the one last connection to your boyfriend, shredded your heart. You knew it was for the best, but it didn’t help the ache in your chest.
Although you were still in hiding, you started hunting again. You couldn’t just waltz back into the Bunker looking the way you did. You had gained only about twenty pounds during your pregnancy but that wasn’t the problem. You looked exhausted. Your hair lost its shine, you had bags under your eyes, and your cheeks had sunken in. If you came back to the Bunker now, Sam and Dean would automatically know something was off. You had to look as normal as possible. So you returned to hunting. You got back into shape. Relearned all your tricks you had shelved during your pregnancy.
It took four months. You were no longer the scared pregnant sixteen year old who had run away from home. You were seventeen now, and your old upbeat personality had hardened into one of quietness and brokenness. Your aching heart had now had walls of steel built up around it. You never wanted to experience loss like that again.
Castiel had given you a picture of the baby a little after she had turned three months old and about a month before you returned home. You didn’t know how he got it and you burst out crying when you saw her. She may have had your eyes, but she looked so much like Kevin with her black hair and little grin she didn’t even know she was giving to the camera. Castiel apologized, saying he shouldn’t have given you the picture but you reassured him (after cleaning your tears up) that it was fine. You had a picture of your daughter and it brought you some closure you so desperately needed.
Coming back home wasn’t easy either. After eleven months of no contact from either of your brothers, getting the courage to call them to tell them you were coming home was nearly impossible. It had taken you hours of just staring at the phone in your hand before you finally got the courage to dial Dean’s number. The phone rang for a while but Dan finally picked up on the fourth ring.
“Yeah?” a gruff voice answered.
You swallowed the lump in your throat.
“Dean?” you croaked.
“Y/N?” he asked, his voice soft. “Is that you?”
You could hear him and what sounded like Sam get up.
“Yeah, it’s me.” you said quietly.
“Y/N, w-where are you? Are you safe?” Dean asked.
You nodded despite knowing he couldn’t see you.
“Yeah,” you said. “I’m safe,”
You looked to Castiel next to you who nodded.
“I—Dean, I want to come home.”
“Of course, where—”
“But,” you began, cutting him off.
Dean was silent and you took a deep breath.
“But you can’t ask me any questions, okay? I come home and that’s it. No interrogation.”
“Yeah, of course, baby girl. We just want you home. Where are you? I can come and get you right—”
“It’s fine. I can drive myself. I’ll see you guys in three days.”
You hung up the phone, taking a shaky breath. If you could barely talk to Dean over the phone, how would you be able to face him in person?
A knock on your motel room door interrupted your thoughts.
“Uh, not now, Sam!” you called out.
It was Saturday and you were grateful you didn’t have school that day. After yesterday’s dress shopping drama, you had been avoiding text messages from Betty and Veronica. You knew they were going to press you for more information, and you weren’t prepared to deal with that right now.
Another knock sounded out and you groaned as you got off your bed and made your way to the door, swinging it open.
“I said, not n—oh.” you said and stopped once you saw Betty and Veronica standing outside, Veronica holding what looked to be a box of pastries.
“Not Sam.” Veronica said, a small smile on her face.
You looked at the girls with wide eyes.
“H-How did you guys find me here?” you asked.
Betty looked down guiltily.
“We kind of stalked you yesterday. To see where you lived.” she admitted.
You rose your eyebrow, shocked and impressed that they had the audacity to do that.
“I also wanted to give you these.” Veronica said as she handed the pastry box to you.
You took it hesitantly.
“What is it?” you asked.
“Cupcakes. From New York,” Veronica answered.
You looked at her questionably and she sighed.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry. For interrogating you yesterday. I should’ve backed off.” she said.
You opened the box of pastries, pleasantly delighted when you saw the colorful, tasty treats.
“Are we okay?” Veronica asked, worry tinging her voice.
You managed to smile this time.
“Yeah,” you said. “We’re fine.”
“Okay, good, because Betty here wanted to invite you over for a girls night. You, me, her, Kevin.” she said.
You froze at the name.
““Kevin?”” you croaked.
“Kevin Keller. He goes to our school.” Betty cut in.
You felt like you could breathe again.
“Oh,” you breathed out. “Of course. Sorry, I, uh, I was thinking of someone else.”
You could tell the girls wanted to press you for more information on who “your” Kevin was and why you were living at a motel instead of a house but knowing they were treading on thin ice, decided to just nod instead.
“So… girls night? Tonight?” Veronica asked.
“Yeah, sounds good,” you said. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
The girls nodded again and said their goodbyes. You closed the door behind them, sliding down the door. You really didn’t want to go out, but you knew you would regret it if you didn’t go. Another knock made you get up again and open the door again, revealing Sam.
“Hey,” he said. “Can I come in?”
You nodded and your tallest brother stepped in your room as you closed the door behind him.
“What’s up?” you asked.
“We got a lead,” he said. “On getting out of here,”
Your heart fell.
“Some old Celtic spell,” Sam continued. “Ingredients are gonna take us a while to get but it should work.”
You were silent as you contemplated this information.
“Oh.” was all you managed to say.
At your silence, Sam decided to elaborate.
“I know this can be tough,” he said. “Packing up and leaving everyone. I’ve had to deal with it, too. If you want someone to talk to, just know I’m always here, okay?”
You smiled softly at your brother’s words.
“Thanks, Sam,” you said. “I, uh, hate to be that person after your kind reassurances, but I kinda have to get ready. I’m going over to a friend’s house for girls night later.”
“Oh, sure thing,” he said as he made his way back over your front door, opening it.
He turned back to face you.
“Just… don’t get too attached, okay?” he said tentatively.
You willed yourself not to break down right then and there.
“I never do.”
A/N: Next chapter is girls night AND reader x Jughead. It’s gonna be a fun time. :) As usual, please send feedback! Hope you enjoyed!
“I’m sorry! They made me! I should’ve told you, but-” - Pacifica before she was silenced by her controlling Father.
What was revealed in this episode is that Pacifica is a victim of parental emotional abuse. She gets controlled by her father every single time she tries to disobey them and that bell is basically the equivalent of a slap across the face.
She KNOWS that her parents are controlling, emotionally abusive, snobs, and hurtful. But up until this episode, she’s ALWAYS been afraid to speak up against them and their wishes.
When she was apologizing to Dipper for lying to him, she really meant what she was saying. She didn’t want to lie to him about the whole thing and at the end of their first goodbye, it looked like things were going towards the direction of early stages of friendship / romantic interest in each other. But before she can continue her apology, her father silences her with the bell that he’s used to emotionally abuse and control her.
They treat her almost like a dog that they own rather than speak to her like she’s actually their daughter. For a Disney show, this show touches upon some very realistic and very depressing family situations that unfortunately happen. Soos’s Dad was never in the picture because he literally just up and left, and now we get Pacifica who has emotionally abusive parents who hold her to her family name’s standards.
Now we understand why Pacifica always bullied and harassed Mabel all this time. Because her parents emotionally abused HER. It’s because of her family situation that we understand now why Pacifica chose to specifically abuse and bully Mabel: Because she wanted to make another person smaller than herself just like her parents do to her.
It’s only AFTER Dipper gives her the strength to become her own person that Pacifica finds the strength to finally stop the cycle of abuse. She got new found courage to stand up to her parents after Dipper had talked to her and apologized to her in the one room her parents NEVER wanted her to see.
People will ask me why I ship Dipcifica, well here’s my answer that helps support my shipping preferences now : Because Dipper helped Pacifica stop her parent’s cycle of emotional abuse.
Dipper was the one to help Pacifica face her problems of her parents control and it was only thanks to him that she even dared to go against her parents wishes.
For her entire life, she’s been told to act just like a princess and she’s been literally trained since birth to act proper and proud among others. But that’s never what she really wanted, what she wanted was to be a normal girl with a normal family that actually gave a damn about her.
And who was the one to finally save her and help her?Dipper. Not Mabel like others had thought would save her, it was Dipper. The one twin who DIDN’T give up his dislike for her and who actually held animosity due to Pacifica’s bullying. But Dipper learned WHY she was acting this way in this episode and now I believe that Dipper has dispelled all his animosity to her because she has a worst family situation than he thought.
Dipper gave her courage. Dipper gave her strength to finally say “NO” and Dipper was the one who gave her a hope of change. That’s why I ship them together now. BECAUSE HE SAVED HER.
Pacifica comes from a controlling, emotionally abusive, and a snobbish family that couldn’t give two shits about anyone else besides themselves. She would’ve wound up becoming the same if Dipper hadn’t helped her the way that he did.
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