do not touch me right now for i am in a fragile state

How Did I Survive Without You?

//In which Peter Parker hunts for his Soulmate//

//Soulmate AU//

He gently picked at the tattoo, a index finger scratching at his red skin. It burned with the slightest touch. He pinched the bridge of his nose before slowly dragging his bare feet against the wooden floor. He knew it was a bad sign, he’d had the mark for close to year and yet he’s made no effort to find this girl who is destined for him. He could not understand why it burned, why it pained him to even look at the mark.

He needed to find her get answers. Peter didn’t believe in the whole love at first sight ordeal. He couldn’t wrap his thoughts around the fact that some woman would be his forced forever and him never meeting her. He ran his hands through his hair before letting out a deep sigh, a bubbling feel settled in his stomach as he enter upon a diner that one of the locals owned. They had one of the best sub sandwiches in Brooklynn in his opinion. He froze as he watched the girl in front of him, her silk (hair type) pushing against the wind revealing the inked that mimicked Peter’ s. She was beautiful, her eyes were a soft sparkling color of (eye color) and her skin naturally glowed in the light. She sipped on the drink in front of her before making an disgusted face. Peter slowly traveled across the street his eyes never leaving the girl’s picturesque face.

Peter slowly moved in front of the seat, he watched her in awe. He never thought this wave of emotion would crash over him. He could feel himself falling deeply in love with her each passing second. The more he watched her unique beauty, the more he feel in love. Y/N slowly lifted her head eying the boy whom temporarily blocked the sun. A slow smile crept on her face but slowly added as she noticed the same inked drawing on his forearm. She slowly pushed out her chair, watching him with intensity. Before she could mutter out any word, his lips were pressed against her, tasting the bitter taste of coffee but loving the way it tasted on her chocolate flavored lips.

Y/N felt herself slowly falling into the kiss, the stiffness of her arms soon wrapped around his waist while he cuffed her face with passion. She was snapped back into reality when she realized why she was waiting at the diner in the first place. “Stop! Just wait a second” she pushed out, her hand pressing against his chest. “We can’t do this- us”

He didn’t understand what it was to be broken, to physical feel your heart aching. “W-what?”

“You can’t just come and kiss me and act like everything is okay! You consciously made a choice to not want to be with, so I moved on. Didn’t feel the burn” she whispered, the itching had gone for the moment he saw, the overwhelming sensation disappeared when his lips touched hers. “I have a boyfriend who I really might love and-”


“I’m so-”

“No, I just-”

He stopped speaking his words getting caught his throat as he watched her. Her sad eyes scanning over his. “I felt the burn for months, I woke every morning praying that you would change your mind about this. I would contemplate cutting off my own arm just feel some type of relief. Then one day I just had to stop care because if I didn’t-”

“Hey Y/N!” the voice of her boyfriend shouted, her eyes snapped to the by running her direction. He smiled brightly before snaking his arm around her waist, his lips pressed against her forehead before looking Peter.

“Y/N?” he whispered, he smiled gently at the feeling of her name of his tongue, she shivered at the sound of her name escaping his lips. “Peter Parker” he informed her.


“I’m her soulmate, you know destined to be together” he cut off Y/N’s boyfriend, his gaze harshening with each word he spoke.

“Dylan” she whispered his body stiffening at his words. “Peter, I think you should go”

“Me? So our kiss meant nothing?” Peter knew it meant something, she would’ve kissed back the way she did if it didn’t mean something. But his purpose of his question wasn’t for Y/N to retract her statement, it was for Dylan to see how closely they’ve become in the few moments they meant rather than the months it took him to kiss her on the cheek.

“Maybe I should go” she whispered, pushing past the pair before clutching her jacket close to her person.

“You are too late, you had a chance to get one of the most perfect girls in the world but you screwed up” Dylan spoke

“It’s never too late” Peter whispered before moving out of Dylan’s sight.

Peter soared through the sky, trying to find Y/N his eyes scanning over each ant-like person. He was giving up hope, he would never see her again, he’d never get to touch her again. He smiled brightly at the sight of Y/N sitting on the stairs of her house, her hands grooming the dog’s face next to her. She stared absentmindedly at the concrete not noticing Peter flying down to the right of the stairs.

“Y/N?” He spoke slowly, catching her attention

“How did you find me?” She whispered, she stood up watching Peter’s expression. “You know what I don’t wanna know” she laughed to herself before folding her arms against her chest.

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry and I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t worth it. As cliché as it sounds, it was me being the jackass and something that you did. I was stuck in my own way not realizing that I was hurting, no killing someone that means the world to me.” Y/N shifted her weight to the right foot, giving a soft smile at his words. “You don’t have to forgive me, hell I don’t even know if I would forgive me either. I would loathe myself if I was you but just don’t tell me that you won’t be in my life. I mean a phone call here and there to tell that you’re okay or maybe just to tell me that you hate me. Send me a picture of your middle finger, I don’t care just don’t not be in my life”

She sighed, pressing her now chapped lips in a thin before sucking on her bottom lip. “Just- I need time to think”

Peter nodded understandingly, he watched her move into her house. He didn’t want to go anywhere, he wanted to lay by her side. He never thought he’d crave it so much, wanting the feeling of her arms wrapped around him. Her lips pressed against his.

“Peter?” Y/N questioned, quickly moving to her knees taking his head in her fragile hands. Her eyes scanning over his pale face. “What are you doing out here? Peter have you been here all night?” He nodded robotically as he pressed his head closer into her hand, loving the feeling of her warmth radiating on him. “Oh Peter” She whispered.

“You told me you needed to think about it…” he stopped for a moment “I know I’ve been a terrible soulmate but- I really want to prove to you that I love you, I want to be with you”

“Oh Peter” she said again, she wrapped her arms around with a grunt she hauled him into her warm house, The warmth instantly wrapping Peter up. With a soft groan Peter laid against her couch, his body aching with each movement. She quickly took a seat beside him, wrapping the wool quilt around him. Her hand slowly brushing the fallen pieces out of his face. A sympathetic smile wrapped around her lips. “Why?”

“You’re my other half without you I am nothing” he whispers, she closes her eyes slowly before pressing her head against his. “I don’t how I functioned so long without having you in my life, without seeing your face. Mentally, Physically, Emotionally I am nothing without you.

“God you are such an idiot Peter Parker” she states with a soft chuckle, her warmness radiating on him. His hand steadily wrapped around her hips holding in place.

Exposure // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Three [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One Part Two

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Virginity Loss, Sinning, Daddy Kink, and Swearing.

Word Count: 8,233 (I got slightly carried away)

Song: Dance For You by Beyonce

A/N: I love Nia so much in this she reminds me of season one Stiles and aaah it just makes me smile brightly. Also, I really hope you guys like the surprise ending as much as I do.

“He’s at your house?!” Nia freaked out at me, slamming my locker door shut in the girl’s locker room. “The same guy from the club?!" 

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desc: Newt is unable to grasp why you would ever find fascination in observing him, which is followed by a heartfelt moment, and admittance of love. 

Kisses and lots of FLUFF! <3 (gif not mine, creds to owner)

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Newt Scamander was an absolute work of art, and simply studying his features helped you relax, so you did. He sat at the polished oak table, his right leg shaking as he focused, his honey colored locks sprawled across his forehead. When he focused, these little crinkles appeared from the furrow of his eyebrows, and he would chew his lower lip whilst deep in thought. A golden beam of sunlight twinkled across his button nose, rosy cheeks, and brilliant blue-green eyes. He reached for his steaming mug of tea, letting the curls of steam crawl over his face before taking a careful sip. Then his lips twitched ever so noticeably, and you could make out the little dimples of his curious smile.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his head still bent into his leather notebook, his white feather quill tight in his hand.

You sat across the table from him, head in palm as you examined him, “because you’re very nice to stare at, Newt.”

This split his lips into a wide grin, and he gently set his quill down before giving his full attention to you. “I can’t focus when you’re devouring me with those eyes.”

You shrugged, giving a small grin, “you’re always staring at me, too.”

Newt’s glimmering eyes crinkled, “well, that’s different.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, “how so?”

“Well, you see, with you - okay, but - you’re very, well-” New continuously tripped over his words as he fumbled to piece together his thoughts. 

“Go on,” you encouraged, stretching your hand across the table.

Newt brought his eyes down, his hand coming up gently to rest in yours, his fingers intertwining with the most cautious ease. He strung his fingers between yours, his eyes looking over your hands for a good while.

“Newt, you’re doing it again,” you giggled, when he’d gotten distracted and removed his hand to draw patterns all over your palms.

“What? Oh, oh, yes, right,” he sighed, putting his hand back in yours. He looked back up, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Erm, well, you are the most fascinatingly charming girl I h-have ever had the pleasure of coming upon,” he began, his cheeks reddening at once. “So y-you see, when I study my creatures, I am always discovering more of their hidden wonders, as I am with you. Sometimes the sunlight will cross different crevices of your face, sometimes your eyes are darker than usual, sometimes a strand of hair falls loose, a-and sometimes you’re smile is so wonderfully mesmerizing that I must always…watch. I can’t miss a moment, you see, I have to study you until I know all you’re little quirks like the back of my hand.” Newts eyes had drifted onto a patch of table around halfway through, unable to hold your gaze.

You squeezed his hand really lightly to get his focus, “Newt.” 

He released your hand and brought his own back down into his lap, shifting in his chair and looking very flustered when he looked back up at you.

“Newt, you’re too good to me,” you whispered, feeling ridiculous for wanting to cry. 

“I’m just so lucky to have you, please know this,” he mumbled hurriedly.

You shook your head with a faint laugh, “what makes you think I have no reason to admire you?”

His jaw clenched a little, and you saw his face droop, “my love, there is nothing special to see.”

That physically pained you to hear.

“Newt!” you gasped, “Please, never say that again.”

He grew instantly worried, “Oh-I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I-”

“Shh,” you cut him off and stood up, heading around the table and taking a seat right beside him, turning your chair toward Newt. He half-heartedly turned to face you as well.

“Newt,” you smiled sadly, raising your palm up to graze his cheek. He twitched nervously under your touch, but you reassured him and rested your hand against his freckle dotted skin.

“Newt, you are the kindest and most amazing person ever, and I hate to see you doubting yourself like this. You are so special Newt, and I wish you could see yourself the way I do; as a sweet, loving, and most definitely heart stoppingly beautiful human being. Yes there are kind folks out there, yes there are gorgeous folks out there, but never have I found someone who is both as gorgeous and compassionate to the extent that you are, which is why I am so deeply in lo-”

You stopped short, realizing you had spoken too much and instantly freezing over. You had never exchanged the three magic words with Newt before, and suddenly it seemed nothing but terrifying.

Newts mouth opened, his skin warming beneath your fingertips, “What?”

“N-nothing,” you mumbled, dropping your hand nervously.

Newt grabbed your hand gently before it could fall, and took it in his own, bringing it right up to his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat rapidly quickening beneath the fabric of his soft clothes.

“Do you feel that?” he gulped.

You nodded shyly, “Yeah?”

“That, (Y/N), is what one who is madly in love feels,” he smiled nervously. “This here, i-is physical proof of how I feel when I’m with you, and how it feels to be head over heels for y-you, my darling.”

You felt your own heartbeat falter before quickening, and Newt asked, “Do you love me too?”

He had said it so quietly that you almost missed it. His lips quivered, his slender fingers trembling as his face sunk into a state of absolute sadness and worry. You couldn’t even speak at the sight, so instead you brought his hand up to your own chest, and lay it against your heart. Newt stretched his fingers slowly across your front, his palm taking in the rapid and intense thrum of your heartbeat.

“You tell me,” you breathed quietly.

He brought his eyes from your heart to your painfully nervous gaze. Once again, his lips twitched and broke into that familiar smile. The sun sent flares across his warm features and illuminated his overjoyed expression.

“I would very much like to kiss you right now, if you would allow me,” he proposed shyly.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your smile stretching wide as you gave him a nod.

Newt pulled a stray hair of yours affectionately behind your ear before tracing down to your jawline and resting his hand beneath your chin. He gave you one last look before tilting his head in with a flutter of his eyelids. Your eyes closed at the moment where your lips made contact. It was only for the briefest of moments, but was plenty enough for you to feel intoxicated by the taste you were given. He was soft and gentle with you, as if you were a fragile piece, and his lips were full, warm, and tasted of delightful sugar sweet joy. You could feel his hand quivering beneath your chin, but you pushed your lips in a little deeper to show you were at ease with him. You felt a rolling crystal droplet trickle down from his eyes and down onto your lips, but the taste of salt in the kiss was one that you knew was from tears of joy. Newt’s timid lips twitched upwards against yours, and he pulled back a second later, forgetting to breathe for a moment. He gulped down the lump in his throat and took a deep breath in whilst opening his bluish green eyes again.

“T-that was-” he stuttered.

“Wonderful,” you smiled and bent forward, dropping a light peck against Newt’s nose. You brought your own head down to Newt’s chest, and burrowed into the crevice of his neck, where you breathed in the scent of flowers and, possibly, niffler. He brought his hand up to hold your head, his free arm coming around your waist and giving you a squeeze. You smiled against his skin and let your eyes come to a close.

Newt sat quietly, formulating sentences but only coming up with one, “I’m just… so lucky to have you,” he whispered again.

With All My Heart - Part 1

Word Count: 1922

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Hospitals 

A/N: There will be no separate taglist for this series. For all updates, turn on post notifications for @torn-and-frayed-writes

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Five hours for one stupid mishap. Jensen couldn’t believe his own stupidity. One minute he was cutting vegetables to make himself dinner, the next the knife slipped and he’d damn near cut his own thumb off. He knew it would need at least a few stitches so instead of calling Jared and listening to the teasing forever, he wrapped it up and drove himself to the hospital where he sat for five hours before finally getting seen.

He was on his way out when he saw you waiting to check in. You didn’t look great; pale, sweaty, slightly shaky. You took a breath and he saw your eyes roll back. He knew the look and he sped into action, catching you as you collapsed, stopping you from hitting the ground. “Can I get some help?” Jensen yelled. “She just passed out!”

“What happened?” A group of nurses and a doctor rushed out with a gurney, taking you from Jensen and lying you down. “Did you bring her in?”

“No.” Jensen shook his head. “I was on my way out and I saw her about to faint. I caught her. I have no idea who she is. She’s burning up though.”

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Originally posted by riverdalebish

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “3 - Zach Dempsey”


3. “Home is whenever I’m with you.”

Word count: 1.196

Posted: 12th of May 2017

A/N: It is finally Friday and it means that I am posting many imagines tonight! Here’s a Zach imagine to start, requested by my lovely Aja. I am trying to complete her long list of imagines and I am enjoying it!
Anyway, I hope that you enjoy it and please don’t be afraid to send me some feedbacks, my ask is always open for them, even when you need someone to talk to.
I am so overwhelmed for the requests and I hope to finish them before I start my training period, but I doubt it. I am trying my best to write as many imagines as I can in these days though. I just hope that you love my imagines and you enjoy them. Thank you so much.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests as I have more than a hundred prompt requests in my ask box. There’s a little bit of chaos in my head right now and I would appreciate if you ask for something else, than staying on the same story lines. Thank you.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: a little bit of angst.

“Zach, I’ve made myself clear earlier today,” Your recently ex-boyfriend was revealed by your front door as you decided to open it after several loud deafening and annoying knocks. “I don’t want to see you anymore.” You emotionlessly stated, you still had fresh tear stains on your cheeks as you spent your whole day crying on the couch.

“(Y/N), please let me explain.” Zach worriedly insisted as he knew how much he hurt you, although he didn’t want to and he never meant to do it. “You know that I’ve never wanted to hurt you, right?”

“Zach, you’ve already hurt me.” You shook your head as you bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from crying. You were sure that you were vulnerable, but you wanted to put some barriers between Zach and your heart, he hurt you and you couldn’t just let him in like that again. “I heard you and Marcus, talking about some sort of bet.” You explained and a tight knot was being formed in your stomach by the thought of it. It hurt you and you couldn’t not point it out.

“(Y/N), I am here to explain you what that bet really meant.” You heard in his voice that he was trying to convince you. You were hurt and he knew that you wouldn’t let yourself in that easily.

“Zach, everything’s clear to me now.” Your lips suddenly shook as you tried your best to mask yourself, to be strong. You spent happy days with Zach before and then you would find yourself crying over some stupid issues, that was stressing.

The thing really hurt you: you heard him talking to Marcus about some bet and Marcus mentioned your name, as if they were betting on you. You didn’t expect it, mostly from your boyfriend, because you believed that Zach couldn’t do such thing and he would never do anything to hurt you.

You believed it, until he proved that you were wrong. You were having a very healthy relationship, but then you would realize that he was being a gentleman just because of a stupid and useless bet. What a shame, wasn’t it?

Zach surely cared for you, he showed his love and his interest in you. He would listen to your problems, to your thoughts, to your bland jokes. He would cheer you up, when you needed someone by your side. He would sing you to sleep whenever you felt alone or terrified of your talkative and noisy thoughts at night.

He would do anything for you and he was the perfect one because of those factors, but he just broke your trust, he played with your feelings and, most of all, he made fun of you, together with his friends.

Disappointing, right? How did he have a peaceful mind after all these months? How? You didn’t know and you didn’t even want to know.

“(Y/N), you heard Marcus’ version of things. You never heard mine!” He held your hand, but you quickly pushed him away. You noticed that he looked disappointed and unwanted. He felt rejected, because he thought that you would understand him, that you would show a little bit of your compassion, even after he hurt you.

Zach loved you because you were understanding and you never judged him when he did something wrong. You would always listen to his version of things and you were happy that you were able to talk to him of his mistakes, but in that instance? It was hard for you to listen to him, it was hard because your ears and brain were already stuffed with your negative thoughts of him, with his little white lies.

Maybe you were just jumping into conclusions, maybe Zach wasn’t really betting on you, maybe you were wrong and you felt guilty for eavesdropping, but everything hurt you. You had a heavy weight in your chest and you couldn’t swallow your pride that fast. Unluckily.

“Go home, Zach!” Little tears started running down your face, wetting your still-red and burning cheeks once again. You pushed him away, because you couldn’t stand to hear more lies from him.

“No, I am already home!” Zach protested as he took some steps forward, diminishing the distance between your bodies.

“What are you talking about?” You slightly pushed him away, but he was surely stronger and taller than you. The push didn’t even affect him and you hated him even more for that.

“(Y/N), I am already home because,” He cut himself from speaking when he grabbed your forearm and he insisted on touching your soft and warm hands. “home is whenever I am with you.

By hearing those pleasant and sweet words, you cried him a river as the weight in your chest became lighter and it was easier to deal with it. You were flattered and you felt lucky and loved, because he wasn’t giving up on you. In fact, he was fighting even more, fighting to win you back.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you and I know that I never did anything bad to hurt you.” He pulled you into a tight and warm hug as he noticed how broken and sad you were, letting you to pour your heart out.

You let his muscular arms wrap around your fragile body and you leant your head on his chest, letting him to mend your broken heart, to gather all the broken fragments of your heart.

“I’m sorry for what you’ve heard, but I think that you should listen to my version too.” He caressed your hair and played with it as he rubbed your back. You bit your lip as your tears slowly stained his varsity jacket. “Marcus’ truths aren’t my truths. Are you letting me to explain?”

“No excuses and no sugarcoated lies?” You asked him as you tried to assure yourself that talking to him would worth something.

“No excuses, no sugarcoated lies, just the truth, my truth.” Zach assured you as he pressed his lips on your forehead. “I really love you and I will never hurt you.”

Zach has always been sincere and true to you. He was a gentleman, right? Maybe he was saying the truth or maybe not, but you knew from the bottom of your heart that you loved Zach. No one and nothing could stop you from doing it, because he was your life, the love of your life.

People messes up, but there would always be a second chance for the people that we loved.

“I love you too, Zach,” You finally said after a long and peaceful silence. You realized how important Zach was for you and you couldn’t lose him just like that. “so much.” You added with a smiled and you wrapped your arms around him as he hugged you tighter. You adored the warmth that his body emanated, while he felt lucky and relieved that you gave him a second chance. You were finally thankful to get back home, after a long and tiring day of crying.

After all, Zach was your home too and he would always be the one you would come home to, no matter what happened.

What’s your favorite Woody Allen movie? Before you answer, you should know: when I was seven years old, Woody Allen took me by the hand and led me into a dim, closet-like attic on the second floor of our house. He told me to lay on my stomach and play with my brother’s electric train set. Then he sexually assaulted me. He talked to me while he did it, whispering that I was a good girl, that this was our secret, promising that we’d go to Paris and I’d be a star in his movies. I remember staring at that toy train, focusing on it as it traveled in its circle around the attic. To this day, I find it difficult to look at toy trains.

For as long as I could remember, my father had been doing things to me that I didn’t like. I didn’t like how often he would take me away from my mom, siblings and friends to be alone with him. I didn’t like it when he would stick his thumb in my mouth. I didn’t like it when I had to get in bed with him under the sheets when he was in his underwear. I didn’t like it when he would place his head in my naked lap and breathe in and breathe out. I would hide under beds or lock myself in the bathroom to avoid these encounters, but he always found me. These things happened so often, so routinely, so skillfully hidden from a mother that would have protected me had she known, that I thought it was normal. I thought this was how fathers doted on their daughters. But what he did to me in the attic felt different. I couldn’t keep the secret anymore.

When I asked my mother if her dad did to her what Woody Allen did to me, I honestly did not know the answer. I also didn’t know the firestorm it would trigger. I didn’t know that my father would use his sexual relationship with my sister to cover up the abuse he inflicted on me. I didn’t know that he would accuse my mother of planting the abuse in my head and call her a liar for defending me. I didn’t know that I would be made to recount my story over and over again, to doctor after doctor, pushed to see if I’d admit I was lying as part of a legal battle I couldn’t possibly understand. At one point, my mother sat me down and told me that I wouldn’t be in trouble if I was lying – that I could take it all back. I couldn’t. It was all true. But sexual abuse claims against the powerful stall more easily. There were experts willing to attack my credibility. There were doctors willing to gaslight an abused child.

After a custody hearing denied my father visitation rights, my mother declined to pursue criminal charges, despite findings of probable cause by the State of Connecticut – due to, in the words of the prosecutor, the fragility of the “child victim.” Woody Allen was never convicted of any crime. That he got away with what he did to me haunted me as I grew up. I was stricken with guilt that I had allowed him to be near other little girls. I was terrified of being touched by men. I developed an eating disorder. I began cutting myself. That torment was made worse by Hollywood. All but a precious few (my heroes) turned a blind eye. Most found it easier to accept the ambiguity, to say, “who can say what happened,” to pretend that nothing was wrong. Actors praised him at awards shows. Networks put him on TV. Critics put him in magazines. Each time I saw my abuser’s face – on a poster, on a t-shirt, on television – I could only hide my panic until I found a place to be alone and fall apart.

Last week, Woody Allen was nominated for his latest Oscar. But this time, I refuse to fall apart. For so long, Woody Allen’s acceptance silenced me. It felt like a personal rebuke, like the awards and accolades were a way to tell me to shut up and go away. But the survivors of sexual abuse who have reached out to me – to support me and to share their fears of coming forward, of being called a liar, of being told their memories aren’t their memories – have given me a reason to not be silent, if only so others know that they don’t have to be silent either.

Today, I consider myself lucky. I am happily married. I have the support of my amazing brothers and sisters. I have a mother who found within herself a well of fortitude that saved us from the chaos a predator brought into our home.

But others are still scared, vulnerable, and struggling for the courage to tell the truth. The message that Hollywood sends matters for them.

What if it had been your child, Cate Blanchett? Louis CK? Alec Baldwin? What if it had been you, Emma Stone? Or you, Scarlett Johansson? You knew me when I was a little girl, Diane Keaton. Have you forgotten me?

Woody Allen is a living testament to the way our society fails the survivors of sexual assault and abuse.

So imagine your seven-year-old daughter being led into an attic by Woody Allen. Imagine she spends a lifetime stricken with nausea at the mention of his name. Imagine a world that celebrates her tormenter.

Are you imagining that? Now, what’s your favorite Woody Allen movie?

—  An open letter from Dylan Farrow
Meant to Be - Part Five: Fine

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy@falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues@phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays

Word Count: 2512

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @abbyg14 for being a sweetie-pie

A/N: aaaaaaah ily. enjoy <3

also I want Laf to be my best friend

When Alex heard the knock on his door, his heart immediately leapt into his throat. His dad was at work, leaving Alex at home alone, and he really wasn’t in the mood to socialize. Too nervous and self-conscious, Alex made the decision to let them assume no one was home and leave. Before Alex could cozy himself further into his cocoon of blankets, however, his phone buzzed.

Laf: C’est moi.

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Barcelona 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4-1 Chapter 4-2

A/N: You’re pregnant, Steve finds out and tells Bucky you weren’t sure if you wanted to keep it, Bucky gets all Hulk-ified and looses his shit, and now we are dealing with the aftermath of that…until Wanda… Enjoy!

I awoke to find Steve watching vigil over my bedside instead of Bucky, whom I wish was the first face I would see when I opened my eyes.

“Where is he?” I asked becoming aware of the restraint of my right arm that was in a sling.

“Buck is fine.”

“I didn’t ask if he was fine. I asked where he was.”

We gazed at each other and he broke eye contact first, looking down at the floor, then back up at me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he would react this way. The Bucky I knew…” He trailed off.

“The Bucky you knew died a long time ago Steve, that might be hard to believe, but he’s a different person, more fragile than he let’s on. The reason I said I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep it was because I didn’t know if he wanted a child. If you would have allowed me to tell him in my own way, on my own terms, this entire thing would not have happened. Instead it would have been a happier occasion, but because you still see him as the old Bucky that needs saving…” I paused. “But because you always feel the need to butt into everyone’s business, my hand is broken, my man is broken, and you are to thank for that. So, thank you Steve.” He doesn’t say anything, so I continued. “You can leave now.”

He did as I commanded and walked to the door. “It’s not broken.” He states, eyeing my arm. “I truly am sorry.” He says before he closed the door behind him.

“Me too.” I whispered to the door.

He was sorry, I felt it, but I couldn’t forgive him, not yet at least.

About an hour later…

The door slowly opens and Nat’s sleek silhouette slips into the slightly ajar door. She leans against the door gazing at me for a beat before she spoke.

“You’re pregnant,” she says softly. “I’m going to be an Aunty?”

I nod. Giving her a half smile. “You are.” I paused. “How do you know that I will keep it?” I asked curiously.

She laughed, sitting in the chair that Steve previously occupied. “I know you, and I think if Steve saw how Bucky is with you, he would’ve known that killing your child was never an option for you. I can tell you were scared, you still are, I can see it in your eyes, you’re not sure if he would accept fatherhood, but he will. Bucky is reacting the way he is because his pride is hurt, I think he wants this baby more than you do. Bringing a life into the world would be his ultimate penance for the evils of his past. This would be his atonement.”

At that point, I was not sure if Nat was talking about herself or Bucky, but it was exactly what I needed then, someone to understand without judgment.

“Nat, I fucked this up.” I sobbed, releasing the emotions that unravelled itself from my being. “What I said was unforgivable.”

Nat climbed into the bed and held me. “Oh, honey, Bucky knows you didn’t mean it, you both said things out of anger.”

“I don’t know, Nat, I’ve never seen him like this. I hurt him.”

“And he’s hurt you too. Don’t you dare carry this burden by yourself. You are not alone, no matter the outcome, we will all be here for you.”

“Do you know where he is?” The silence caused me to look up. I sat up and gazed at her. “Nat, where is Bucky? Steve said he was fine and now you won’t give me a straight answer.” She opens her mouth to speak then thought against it. “Nat.” I say again. “Please.”

Nat had her poker face in place, she was unreadable. “You will have to see for yourself.”

“See what?” I asked as the panic bubbled in my chest, but Nat doesn’t say anything else, she gets up from the bed and approaches the door, gesturing for me to follow her.

“After you passed out, Wanda…” She trailed off. “I’ve never seen her like this since Lagos, all she said was that she felt your pain and she just reacted.”

Wanda’s reaction to any situation can offset climatic changes, so hearing this didn’t help the panic that vibrated throughout my limbs.

I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. He was seated in a chair that had restraints on his ankles and two tightly coiled chains that snaked up from the floor and held his arms slightly behind his back. 

“Nooo, who did this? He doesn’t deserve to be treated like an animal.” Nat input a code and I ran into the cube as the door decompressed and opened. I tried to release his restraints, but I was no match for the vibranium ropes that held him in place.“Baby, I’m sorry.”

His shirt was badly tattered with holes and rips as if he was in a fight. I lift his shirt, and swallowed the lump that formed in my throat, the black and blue marks on his chest and ribs was more than I could bear.

His head was hanging low, touching his chest. He looks up at me, “Dollface, I’m sorry.”

The tears filled my eyes and I fell to the floor, my head in his lap. “No, I shouldn’t have said what I said, you are none of those things, I love you and I love our baby. I will keep our baby.”

“I have a family.” He croaks.

I laughed. “Yes, we are a family.”

His closes his eyes and smiled. “I have a family.” He repeated.

“Bucky?” I turned to Nat, “What’s wrong with him, what did you do to him?”

“He’s sedated.”

“Undo it.”

“I can’t.”

My eyes became slits. “What do you mean?”

“The drug is already in him, we have to wait for it wear off.”

“How long?”

“Twelve hours.”

“Twelve hours!” I screamed.

“Calm down.” Nat cooed. “You have to understand, we had to incapacitate him, when he saw you on the floor in pain, he became…”

“I should tell her.” I turned to see Wanda staring at the threshold. “It’s my fault.”

The door to the cube closed as I lunged for Wanda, sealing me inside with Bucky. I slammed my fist against the glass door repeatedly as I cursed at Nat and Wanda, who stared silently.

Part 4 the Finale is definitely happening.

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Ease - Part 14



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SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

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Jin had taken you to a hill. Granted, it had great views over the city, but when the small car pulled up by the grass, you began wondering if Jin had actually gone mad. The night was slightly cloudy, but every now and then the moon would appear through the mist, outlining the shapes of trees and bushes that framed the hills.

“Why have you brought us here?” Jungkook asked, jumping out the car and pulling his jacket tighter around him.

“Clear our headspace,” was all Jin said, before hopping round to the back to pull out blankets and cushions that he’d stored away. “Come on, help me get this lot out.”

As a group, you heaved mounds of blankets to an even spot that overlooked the city, not too far from the sloping edges of the hill that ran down into the trees. You had to admit, the night was colder than you’d anticipated. Settling down, you felt the grass tickle the exposed skin that wasn’t on the blanket, and the chill of the air nipped at your nose and ears.

“It’s so cold,” Taehyung complained, “I’m going to get sick! Do you want me to pass on a bug around our house? I’m all for sharing.”

You didn’t need to look at Taehyung to know he was deliberately stirring for trouble, as despite his moaning and grumbling, it wasn’t cold enough to freeze. However, Jin seemed well aware of Taehyung’s tactics and bluntly ignored him, sitting next to Jungkook with his back turned.

“If anyone wants to get anything off their chest, now’s the time,” beamed Jin, looking around at the rest of you in satisfaction. Although he was trying his best to get you all to open up, you didn’t feel like questioning Taehyung about the note you’d found in front of everyone.

“I have something,” perked up Taehyung, his soft voice carrying clearly through the quiet air.

Jin looked slightly surprised, but he tried not to let it show as he encouraged Taehyung on. “Go on then, Taehyungie. What’s bothering you?”

“You promise you won’t get annoyed with me?”

“Of course not.”

“Well, what’s really bothering me is… I’m cold.”

It took a few moments for it to sink in, but after Jin realised that there was no real problem, he leapt to his feet in anger. “Taehyung!

Taehyung was up like a shot and bolting it down the hill, with Jin hot on his heels. The yells from the younger boy could be heard for a while afterwards as he was chased around the grass, creating good entertainment for you, Namjoon, and Jungkook while you sat peacefully swathed in blankets.

“Why are you still chasing me?” you heard Taehyung bellow from somewhere out of sight.

“It’s making me feel better!” came Jin’s reply.

There was a gentle silence after the yelling stopped, where everything was still. The small wind toyed with the trees, letting them whisper. Namjoon sighed as he fidgeted around, getting comfortable on the ground and sucking in air through his teeth, staring wistfully at the horizon.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked curiously.

He shook his head, blinking his eyes quickly. “Nothing. Just… I said something today to someone.” He laughed briefly, as if he realised how silly the situation was. “Had a little argument about it, actually. I told him he was wrong, but thinking back on it, I shouldn’t have gotten so annoyed.”

“Was that your argument with Taehyung?” Jungkook interjected.

“Yeah,” he muttered regretfully. When he spotted your concerned gaze, he patted your arm. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything serious, I promise. Taehyung’s one of those people that doesn’t change their mind once it’s set, which I’m sure you’re aware of. I tried telling him that he wasn’t right, and it didn’t go down very well. Obviously, to him, he couldn’t understand my point of view, and I’m starting to realise why.”

“Why? Was he right, in the end?” you questioned.

“He was very wrong.”

“Still not understanding.”

“I think it’s because the way he perceives something isn’t the way I perceive it,” he explained slowly, trying to display his thoughts in a logical manner. “He’s experienced different things in his life, and learnt different things because of it. So, the way I see things is different to how he sees things. Make sense? Take Jin, for example,” he pointed, as the older boy flopped onto the grass from exhaustion, lying with Taehyung a little way in front of where you sat. “Most people see him as the leader because he’s the oldest, whilst we see him as more of a child because we’ve lived with him, so we perceive him differently. Due to experience, we have an alternate window of knowledge. When Taehyung said something untrue, I didn’t listen to him, but to him, it was true. It’s just… perception.”

You nodded along to what Namjoon was saying, while Jungkook remained unmoving, biting at the inside of his lip with his eyes focused on the grass. He was listening, but like usual, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“That’s very wise of you, Namjoon,” you commented, picking at the fraying edges of the blanket.

He just shrugged in modesty, a mischievous smile on his lips. “But let me just get this clear: he’s wrong, I’m right. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Something about the night air, the sprawling, tranquil city below, and Namjoon’s words created a strong sense of being within you. There was a complacency that wasn’t there before, and you finally understood why Jin thought a midnight view was a good idea. You understood Jin’s perception, you thought with a laugh. You shook your head, clearing your head. You never thought you’d see the day where you understood Namjoon’s existential speeches, and you weren’t about to start then.

“What did you argue about?” Jungkook asked flatly. You turned to look at him as you heard the uninterested tone, and as anticipated, his expression was vacant. Jungkook was a mystery; some things never affected him, and you were glad of his company when your life took a turn for the worse, but other times there was no way of reaching out to him. He hid behind an indifferent mask and retreated into his shell. Discomforted, you looked away.

Namjoon, however, didn’t reply, and you weren’t sure whether it was because he didn’t want to answer, or the fact that Jin was making his way up the hill, puffing slightly from the excursion.

“Taehyung’s tired and he’s given up somewhere over there,” he reported, “but he’s now warm, thank goodness. I suggest someone bring him blankets, though, before he cools down again.”

Namjoon moved across so that he was sat next to Jin, leaving you alone with Jungkook. Slowly and cautiously, you laid your hand on his arm in an attempt to gain his attention. Fortunately, Jungkook snapped out of his expressionless state to give you a bewildered glance. You smiled in comfort as he did the same, but his was a fake smile, one that hid pain and hurt. It struck you hard in the chest, seeing him so fragile and timid.

“Jungkook, what’s the matter? You seem upset.” At your words, there was a brief flicker of surprise that crossed his features, but he quickly covered it up.

“Nothing, I’m just… tired,” he lied.

“You’re shutting me off,” you said quietly. “Obviously, if it’s bothering you, I want to help. You help me all the time, and now it’s my turn.”

Jungkook breathed in heavily through his nose, before expelling the air out of his mouth. Swallowing forcefully, he met your eyes, fixing you with a determined stare that you couldn’t tear away from. His body was still tense and rigid, but his throat bobbed up and down, preparing himself to speak.

“Do you think this is going to work between us?” he asked dubiously, carefully monitoring your face for your reaction. “I really, really, want this to work, but I get a feeling that it won’t.”

Your heart rate had picked up pace, and you could feel your legs beginning to go numb at the shock. Was Jungkook beginning to have doubts, too? Although you had many moments where you questioned whether you should’ve let Jungkook into your love life, the answer would invariably be yes. He wasn’t perfect for you in many ways, but it gave you time to think about your relationship with Taehyung and you enjoyed being in Jungkook’s company. But whether it was going to work? You had no idea. And that terrified you.

“What m-makes you ask that?” you asked, stuttering slightly. Jungkook’s arm was warm under your touch, but your palms began to burn.

He just sighed and shrugged his shoulders as a noncommittal reply, trailing his eyes down to your lap. “I guess it feels like I like you more than you could ever like me,” he breathed weakly. “I’ve been readying myself ever since I first started liking you, readying myself to move on at any given moment. I didn’t want to intrude on what you and Taehyung had, but I found myself doing it anyway. I couldn’t stop myself. Here I am, exactly where I hoped I wouldn’t be.” He laughed brightly, but his eyes didn’t turn into crescents like they usually did and he laughed for too long for it to be natural.

“The reason why I didn’t want to be an official couple is because I didn’t want to hurt you like this,” you said. The rock in your stomach grew heavy with every passing word. “Jungkook, I love Taehyung, you know that. And I swore I would try to get to know you better, to see if I could love you the same. I think you’re cute and generous and talented, and I’m certain that if Taehyung wasn’t in the picture, I would’ve fancied you straightaway.”

The sadness on his face was evident now, and if your eyes weren’t deceiving you, he looked regretful. “Let’s talk about this later. Taehyung looks like he wants to talk to you.”

Jungkook pointed towards the slope of the hill, and from the light of the city, you could just about make out Taehyung’s head popping out over the ridge. When he realised he’d been spotted, his eyes widened and he disappeared again, caught in the act. It was almost comical, and you would’ve laughed if your heart wasn’t slowly being crushed from the weight of guilt.

“He’s not avoiding you like I thought he’d be,” Jungkook stated, now looking at the hand that you’d laid across his arm. “He’s practically itching to say something to you.”

“Who says that I want to speak to him?” you said defensively, knowing full well that you were aching to do exactly that.

Jungkook nudged you with his elbow, which was enough to indicate that he knew better. “Come on, you always have that lost look on your face whenever Taehyung is mentioned.”

“But Guk, I do like you. You’ve been a wonderful friend to me. I just think you’re suppressing something, and you don’t want anyone to find out.” Biting your lip shyly, you added, “You close up.”

“I’m not used to being in a relationship, or even close to it, like whatever we have,” he muttered, almost inaudibly as Jin and Namjoon’s conversation lulled into silence. “I don’t talk to people about my feelings, I never have done, so it’s new for me. You’ve had Taehyung. I find it difficult to- well, you get the idea. I can’t open up. It’s always been that way until I met… you.”

A bubble of emotion welled up in your lungs, making it hard for you to keep your breathing even. It made sense why Jungkook was so unattached to his feelings, but you couldn’t believe it. Had he really only begun to open up because of you?

“I’m still discovering things about myself every day, so thank you,” he said with a sense of finality. With a heavy heart, you returned his smile, noticing how his had become more sincere. “Now, go talk to Taehyung, before he breaks his neck trying to watch us.”

“Jungkook,” you began seriously, “I’m sorry I haven’t been everything you’d hoped I’d be. I’ll try harder, I promise. We’ll work on it, I’ll work on it. I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re not important to me, because I swear you are.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled. “We’ll talk more about this later, okay? Because Taehyung is starting to creep me out.”

“I’m going, I’m going,” you laughed. “But I want you to know that you’re not intruding on anything. How I feel is not your fault.”

You squeezed his arm gratefully, refraining yourself from hugging him. Although you felt terrible for making him feel unwanted, he’d shared more than he’d done before in his life, and you didn’t want to overdo it by making it a big deal. Instead, you watched Taehyung’s mop of hair disappear over the brow of the hill as he hid from view again.

Grabbing the thickest blanket you could find from the pile leftover, you wandered down the hill, staggering slightly as you hit hidden rabbit holes in the dark. You sincerely wished Hoseok or Yoongi was there with you, as they always had the best advice for any of your Jungkook or Taehyung problems. What would they say in this situation? They’d probably tell you to be honest, and not lie to yourself to spare someone’s feelings. But you were being honest. As much as you loved Taehyung, you definitely had a soft spot for Jungkook and wanted to give things a go, no matter how many times you worried about making the wrong choice.

Pausing on your way down, you peered over your shoulder to get a glimpse of Jungkook. He’d moved over to Namjoon and was laughing along with Jin, as if your conversation never happened. However, he caught your eye as you stared in wonder, and he quickly motioned for you to continue walking. You studied his smile to see if he was only pretending to be okay, but it seemed authentic enough. Jungkook confused you, to say the least.

Plodding down the hill, you became worried that you’d twist your ankle before you found your friend. However, you finally caught Taehyung lying flat out on the grass, still as a statue as he pretended he wasn’t there. In one quick motion, you threw the blanket over his face, mainly just to annoy him.

“I do not deserve this mistreatment,” he said, his voice muffled, jumping slightly at your sudden arrival.

Laughing, you helped him sit up and organise the blanket so that you were both huddled underneath. It was big enough so that you didn’t have to squash together, but just small enough that you could feel his arm brushing against yours.

Ahh,” he breathed, his eyes twinkling from the lights. A soft smile played across his lips, and you couldn’t help watching, captivated. It felt so long since you’d last been near him, when in fact, it hadn’t been too long since you’d decided to keep your distance.

“Can’t take your eyes off me?” he asked cheekily, and you realised he’d been watching you out of the corner of his eye.

Blushing, you turned your attention back on the buildings. “I was just looking at the food hanging off your chin.”

He didn’t move at first, but as he grew more paranoid, he subtly wiped his chin with the back of his hand, just in case. You smiled smugly as he sighed in irritation after finding nothing there.

“Why did you suddenly decide to talk to me again?” he asked, not bothering to edge into the conversation, nor to keep the curiosity out of his voice. “You seemed so set on this ‘time apart’ thing. What changed your mind? Did Jungkook say anything?”

“I’m giving Jungkook a hard time at the moment,” you admitted. “He knew that I didn’t like not talking to you. Nothing I seem to be doing is making him happy. I don’t think relationships are meant to be like that, somehow.”

“You can’t please everybody.”

“I’ve been ‘seeing him’ for barely a month, and I don’t think it’s had the best of starts, either. It’s all because of me.”

Taehyung didn’t reply, but he looked saddened by your response. There was a tension between you that you’d never felt before, as if one wrong word would cause sparks to fly. It was a foreign experience, so you were unsure as to how to continue talking. Something told you that you shouldn’t have brought up Jungkook, but it was already plaguing your mind and you couldn’t help it.

Taehyung cleared his throat, amplifying the cutting atmosphere that you’d created. Luckily, however, he changed the subject, his voice deeper than usual. “I actually thought you were going to drop me completely. I came to your house one morning to talk it through, but you weren’t in. I wanted to say that it was stupid, and that you shouldn’t listen to everything Jungkook says. Even if you had been in, I probably wouldn’t have said those things anyway. I find it hard to be mad at you sometimes.” He laughed bitterly, trying to throw off the sincerity of his statement.

“If I had dropped you, you would’ve deserved it, you know,” you muttered. “You did leave me for Yeji several times.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, genuinely this time. “We’ll call it even?”


Again, another silence fell that was too awkward for comfort. So much had changed between you, while everything had stayed the same. You were still Y/N and Taehyung, but you were also Y/N and Taehyung with confused feelings, heartbreak, and a whole lot of misunderstanding. The boy sitting next to you was the same one who made up fibs to the teacher as to why you were running late, gave you his drink when a fly landed in yours, and was the same boy who you’d fallen head over heels in love for. But he’d changed in many ways, and so had you.

Maybe that was why you sat there, neither of you speaking, trying to conjure up the right phrases to say. But nothing sounded right. Every thought that came into your head was either too childish, too dramatic, or too offhand. You both wanted this friendship, so why was it so hard to talk?

Instead, you decided to pull out the piece of paper stuck to the underside of a desk and give it to Taehyung, letting it flutter onto his lap. He watched it fall and then stared at it for a few seconds, as if he was trying to remember where he’d seen it before.

You had no choice but to pluck up the courage and ask him. “When did you write this? Why did you write this?”

Taehyung pulled the blanket up to his chin, letting the note slide onto the grass. Hastily, you picked it up, not wanting it to be caught up by the wind.

“I put it there before we had that argument at Cupcake Corner, and after I came around your house. I always knew you were thorough and like to get jobs done properly, so I put it there knowing you’d find it eventually. I can’t say nice things to your face, so I wrote it down. You’re too ugly, you see. I change my mind about compliments when I see your face.”

You pushed him backwards roughly so that he fell with a heavy thud. He let out a small yell at the abruptness, but he giggled contentedly while lying on his back. “Don’t make me bring out those photos of you with a balloon face,” you warned.

“Yah, I had an allergic reaction!”

Rolling your eyes, you looked into the distance and waited for his laughing to die down. When he sat back up again, you continued, finally finding the right words to say. “Taehyung, I want to say thank you for giving me space to think. I meant what I said in the text, because I realise now why I missed you. The actual reason why. It’s not just to do with romantic things; it’s so much more than that. I think Jungkook is beginning to understand he’s never going to have my full attention, because you’ll always be there at the back of my mind.”

“I messed up, too,” Taehyung admitted, falling serious. “I feel like I’m always messing up when it comes to you. From everything that happened to Yeji, to not trying hard enough to keep in contact. It’s all become so stressful because I think I should’ve done this or should’ve said that, but I’ve never wanted to be that selfish friend who only wants you to myself. I keep messing up.

It was rare to see such raw vulnerability coming from Taehyung, and it made you happy to know that he was able to be so open and honest.

“You can’t have gone too far wrong, because for some reason, I still keep coming back to you.” You lightheartedly poked his cheek, watching the familiar boxy grin spread across it as a result. “Even if you do go wrong somewhere, you can always turn things around. And I think you’ve worked pretty hard to try and do that.”

“Thanks,” he smiled proudly. “Although, it has got me wondering… what do you want from the future? For us? Because I know you still like me, but you’re with Jungkook now.”

You thought about it for a while, not expecting that question to come up. “Haven’t really thought about it,” you said truthfully. You liked Jungkook, but any feelings you had for Taehyung were ten times stronger. The images of Jungkook’s pain-stricken face flashed across your mind as he told you that he liked you more than you liked him. It gnawed at your mind, clawing at it. Perhaps you hadn’t done the right thing at all.

“Okay, an easier question: what do you regret, and how you want the future to be different?”

“Easy,” you nodded, relieved that you didn’t have to answer. “I wish I didn’t like you. Why couldn’t you’ve been an asshole?”

In indignation, Taehyung grabbed a handful of grass and yanked it out of the ground, pulling up lumps of dirt with it, and then proceeded to throw it over your head. Without a second thought, you copied him, decorating his pale orange hair with dots of green. It didn’t last long, as Taehyung began whining about grass going down his back.

“Oh, stop complaining,” you scolded, satisfied that you’d won. “Ooh, I’ve got an idea! To complete the nature look, flowers are a must.” Picking out a few daises from the smattering in the grass, you pushed the stems into his hair, adding a touch of yellow and white.

In fact, you were so pleased with your idea, you kept going, adding more and more daisies to Taehyung’s head. All the while, he gave you a sullen look, crossing his arms in a fake temper.

“They’re going to fall out,” he moaned. “It’s making me look silly.”

“Shh, let me finish my masterpiece.”

As you worked on his hair, you suddenly noticed that Taehyung had been staring at you for a few minutes, watching you stick your tongue out as you concentrated. Embarrassed, you closed your mouth, keeping your eyes off his. Your heart began beating a little faster, and your hands became slightly unsteady.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his warm breath tingling against your skin. You almost sat back as you realised how close the proximity was, but trying to act nonchalant, you continued planting more daisies. “I don’t want you to think I was shunning you.”


“I understand what it meant to you to tell me that you like me. The whole Yeji situation disorientated me a little, so I haven’t got the right words to say to you right now. But I want you to know that I’m grateful that you told me, and we will talk about it properly sometime.”

You thought about Jungkook, and how you were unable to give him a straight answer when he asked you if you liked him back. Nothing was ever that straightforward, so you had learnt. “It doesn’t matter,” you replied, adding one last flower to the bouquet atop Taehyung’s head. “Things like that take time.”

“Thanks for understanding,” he said gratefully, blowing his fringe out of his eyes. “I meant what I said in that note. You make me a lot happier than I realise.”

You nodded in agreement, and for a while, you stayed like that, staring at each other underneath the moonlight. Your heart rate still hadn’t gone back to its usual pace, and looking into his shining brown eyes wasn’t helping. It wasn’t making you nervous or scared, but it created a fizzing inside your chest, telling you that you were utterly, completely, stupidly happy. Through the years, you’d been denying this feeling because it was too strong for you to handle. But even when you knew that this moment was nothing, you couldn’t get rid of that sickening hope rising in your heart.

“Y/N, there’s something important I was going to tell you in the cupcake shop, before-”

“We’re going home, guys!” Jin yells, cutting Taehyung off.

Disappointment flooded your veins, but you disregarded it as you walked back up the hill to rejoin Jungkook. If it was that important, he would’ve told you already, you told yourself firmly.

In the car, everyone had swapped places so that Jungkook was now in the middle seat next to you, and Taehyung sat in the passenger seat in the front. It was dead on the way back, as Namjoon and Taehyung had fallen asleep, and Jin had stuck on a playlist with songs that neither you or Jungkook knew. Furthermore, you had a funny feeling that Jungkook had been watching you the whole time you were on the hill, and knew more than he let on.

Sighing quietly, you leant against the cool glass of the window, tired and slightly hungry. As Jin drove, you watched the wilting flowers fall out of Taehyung’s hair.

The next day, you’d arranged to meet Jungkook at the park, as he’d sent you an urgent message telling you that he needed to talk. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t worried as to what it could be, but that might have been because you were exhausted from your midnight rambles and you barely got any sleep due to overthinking the night’s events.

What Jungkook had said to you stuck with you all the way home, and was still bothering you the next morning. However, you were eager to talk it through, even if it was a painful conversation to have.

Walking down the stony path, you spotted Jungkook sitting on a bench overlooking a few boys playing with a football. He jumped up in alarm when he saw you, looking on edge and somewhat paler than usual.

“Jungkook!” you greeted happily, determined to make up for last night. “You wanted to talk?”

He wasted no time in jumping straight into it, looking you directly in the eye with a set confidence. “I’ve been thinking about what I said last night,” he began purposefully, ruffling the back of his hair with his hand. “Also, what you said as well. You said you wanted to make it work, too, but I saw you with Taehyung…”

You nodded, your suspicions confirmed. He had definitely been watching you.

“…and it made me think of what Namjoon said.”

“Let’s sit down,” you suggested, gesturing to the bench.

Your trivial interruption seemed to throw him off slightly, as he began hesitating and stumbling over his words. “Oh, erm… yeah, okay.”

You plonked down heavily, panic starting to settle in. Jungkook was usually very calm and self-assured, and only got this rattled when he talked about… love.

“Namjoon made me notice how you and I must see things differently. I’ve always seen your friendship with Taehyung as exactly that: a friendship. But when you were talking, it didn’t feel like I was watching two friends talking. There’s a vibe between you that I can’t quite put my finger on. So, that’s why I think it’s best if we quit while we’re ahead.”

“I’m sorry?” you spluttered.

Jungkook just smiled, a small blush creeping up his neck as he ploughed on. “Our personalities clash way too much, and I know you’ve noticed that as well. Plus, it’s not fair of me to pull you away from Taehyung. The way you look at him… it’s incomparable. We could push for something, could try harder to make things work, but I don’t think it’s meant to be.”

Although Jungkook’s words rang true, there was no denying the shattering feeling in your heart where hope had once lived. “But I thought you liked me,” you said quietly, not caring how childish you sounded. “I thought you wanted to be with me.”

“I do,” Jungkook swallowed, breathing heavily through his nose, “but it’s not fair to pull you away from Taehyung. I was wrong. I can’t force you to not like him; it’s just who you are. I thought maybe you could learn to love me, and things would work themselves out. What we have between us… it’s nothing to what you and Taehyung have. I see it. I chose to ignore it, and again, that’s my fault. I’m sorry for making you try to be someone you’re not. Besides, it feels weird to not have Taehyung come home and talk about you for fifteen minutes every day.”

“But you weren’t making me be someone else,” you argued, on the edge of tears now. “I need to move on from Taehyung, because otherwise, I’m just going to get hurt again when he finds some other person to love.” Your pitch was rising as you became more and more distraught, but Jungkook grabbed your hand tightly.

“This wasn’t the right way to go about it. Also, you haven’t even tried to get with Taehyung! He’s single, you’re single. And I’m more than happy to help you.”

He gave you a toothy grin, and you were surprised to see that there was no trace of a mask being put on. He seemed genuinely at ease, now that he’d got the hard words out of the way.

“Why do you still want to help me? Wouldn’t that hurt you?” you sniffed.

He chuckled, rubbing your hand with his thumb. “You’ve taught me a lot of things, Y/N,” he said softly. “One of those things is that you need to be honest with yourself if you want to be happy. Another thing is that you can’t avoid your feelings forever. I need to find peace in that.”

You didn’t understand what he meant at all, but you were too busy trying to keep tears from falling that you didn’t question it. Instead, you both stared at the boys playing football, and through your bleary vision, you recognised the pale orange hair bouncing alongside a shock of silver.

“Who’s Taehyung with again? We met him at the spring market,” asked Jungkook suddenly.

“Jimin,” you mumbled. “He’s been friends with Taehyung longer than I have.”

“That’s perfect, then,” he beamed, turning back to you. “I’m sure I can get Jimin to help us.”

“I need some time, Guk.” Even though you were aware that you and Jungkook weren’t well matched, the shock of the curt ending to your budding relationship stung a little. You weren’t ready to jump into pursuing another man, least of all the person you could only dream of being with.

“That’s fine,” he nodded. He lifted his arms uncertainly, unsure whether a hug was appropriate or not, but you buried your head into his chest gratefully. “You taught me a lot about love,” he murmured into your hair. “Even though you couldn’t give it to me.”

You weren’t wholly certain whether to be pleased or not. Either way, it didn’t matter, as the tears had eventually tumbled out, and you broke down entirely.

Chocolate Muffins - Sirius Black x Reader

: Hey cutie pie!! could you write a Sirius x reader where she tends not to eat (or very little) and each day she’s skinnier, and no one notices it but him, who’s clearly in love with her, but she doesn’t trust him and tries to push him away? sorry if too long, thank you❤❤ 
This is from a different pov. Hope you like it nonnie!
Don’t ever think that you are not good enough. Love your body. Cherish it. Be proud. You deserve the world! 
Warnings: So, I wrote this on my phone. I don’t know if it’s okay. My English, and possible triggering thoughts? 
Gif/image aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners.

She was beautiful. That wasn’t all he could say about her. She was mesmerizing, smart, polite, sarcastic, classy, elegant, kind, sweet and caring. Merlin, he could go on and on all day! She was perfect. But she didn’t know and Sirius had noticed. It had been a week since he first understood what was going on. However,  he couldn’t figure out why. To him, she was a vision-and not just to him. Even though he wouldn’t admit it,  he was jealous of every guy that did as much as talk to her.  
Today he took note of everything she was doing. Every little detail. He wanted to decode her. The lunch was wonderful as always.  She had piled up her plate with a bit of everything and had poured some juice into her cup. As she engaged in the conversation, she played with her food, pretending to eat, while in fact she never even touched it.
“Why isn’t she eating?” he questioned.  His friends looked over at her. They were perfectly aware of his not-so-subtle crush on her. It was rather difficult for someone not to like her. Her personality, her body. Because they were boys after all. That impeccably curved body. It drove Sirius mad. And unfortunately, not just him.
“Indeed, she is not” Remus commented after a bit of observation. Sirius made a gesture that said ‘Yes. Thank you’
“It’s been going on for a week now” he said genuinely worried. Not because he was in love with her- Nah, that would be impossible, right?  Wrong.
“You have noticed that something wasn’t right and you haven’t talked to her?” James asked mildly upset. Yes, he wasn’t in love with her but with Lily but she was a friend, a fellow student, a person! Sirius frowned.
 "You’re right. I will talk to her" he simply stated. How do I approach her? The truth was,  he wasn’t that close to her. She was a friend of Lily’s,  but not exactly his. He hadn’t even talked to her- he was always shuttering around her. He just had to find the perfect timing.

Two more days had gone by.
 She was getting thinner and thinner. And she was in perfect health before… This. Curvy, yes. Sexy, Merlin, yes. And healthy. She was getting skinny. She was a mess. She hadn’t had any sleep and he could notice. She hadn’t had any meals for days and he knew. Not even juice. Not even an apple. He couldn’t take it. Seeing her falling apart.
 He walked towards her group and plopped down beside her. She yelped in surprise. Her plate was intact and full. She smiled kindly but it was too weak. “Hello” she greeted him. Even her voice was weak. She was pushing herself to the limits.  Why was she doing this? Couldn’t she see how bad she was treating herself?
“Hello beautiful” he said. Something about the way he said it was different. He wasn’t flirting. He was simply stating a fact. She rolled her eyes.
“That pudding was amazing!  You should try it” he informed her over-dramatically.  She just laughed and took a sip of her drink. No, wait. She didn’t. She pretended to. Why weren’t her friends aware of this?  Forcing her to eat something. Anything!
“Guys, I have to go. See you later” she announced after a while. She stood up abruptly and practically marched out of the Great Hall. Sirius followed her without even realizing it. Without even thinking about it.
Once they were outside, he softly pulled her by her wrist-she seemed fragile.  She hadn’t noticed him and she was ambushed.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked her almost pleadingly.  He looked into her eyes. Even her eyes had lost their vividness.
“What exactly am I doing?” she asked terrified of what he might know.  
“Not eating, dammit!” he whispered-yelled at her. Her eyes widened and she removed herself from his grip.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to” she fiercely said and walked away.
“Fuck fuck fucking fuck” he exclaimed.

He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t shake her out of his mind. Two more days had passed and each time he tried to talk to her, she would walk away like she didn’t trust him. And that hurt him. Fine, fine. He had come to terms with his feelings(they guys may or may not tease him every single second). He cared about her,  more than he had ever cared about a girl before. He was worried like he would be worried for his mates but a tad more.  
He sighed and grabbed the map, quickly opening it.
The map revealed everyone’s location. But he was only interested in one. He found her. Astronomy Tower?
Without a second thought, he climbed down from his bed, borrowed the invisible cloak and walked outside, trying to avoid any noise.All the way to the Tower he was thinking. He didn’t know why she was acting like that. Maybe she didn’t believe she was beautiful. Maybe he needed to remind her every day. And he would. He will.
Finally, he reached the top step of the stairs. He heard a noise and froze. She was crying. No. No. No, please. Don’t. He moved closer carefully. He debated for a second whether or not he should reveal himself. The decision, however, was made for him. He stumbled, lost his balance and almost fell face first.She almost screamed.
“I am sorry. I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you” he apologized softly. Her head was already turned away. She was sitting down, her back against the wall, knees to her chest and hands hiding her face. Nothing. After a bit, he gently sat down right next to her and gripped her chin, forcing her to look him straight in the eyes.  He couldn’t resist and wiped some of her tears away with his thumb. “Please… Just talk to me” he said pleadingly. It was the second time she heard him using that tone. It felt sincere. She sighed.
“I don’t want to have people worried about me” she found herself admitting. His touch made her feel safe and… Loved. Her heart squeezed in a strange way. Yeah, like that could happen.He cupped her cheek. Her face was inches away. He wanted to kiss her. Like, now.
“Too late for that. I am worried about you. A lot. Just tell me. Please” he encouraged her. He had confessed in a way. Her eyes closed and she leaned into his hand.
“Bellatrix. She-verbalized my thoughts. I am not good enough. Not thin enough. Not smart enough. Not… Enough” she whispered slowly while more tears found their way out. His family was responsible for this. How many more people do they have to hurt? Why? Why her? What did she ever do to them?
“Listen to me. Look at me, love” he said, applying a little more pressure on her cheek. She did what he asked her, surprisingly enough. Her eyes… So lost. But she never felt like she could be enough. He could never see her like that. Or so she believed.
“You are not just good enough. You are better. You are thin, no. Listen. Your body, love, was… Wow. Bellatrix would kill to have it. She is jealous. That’s why she said what she said. now we just have to get you healthy again. We will do that. As for smart?  Okay,  let’s stop pretending you are not a bigger dork than Remus. You are so much more than enough” he said fiercely but softly.
She was about to say something, probably denying everything he had stated. But he kissed her. He pecked his lips against hers in a brief - yet extremely promising- kiss.
“Now let’s get you to the kitchens” he said like an energized bunny. She was in shock. 
“Sirius, what just happened?” she asked him bewildered. He blushed. Normally, he would say something extremely cocky but now…
“I-I like you. Actually, I think it’s more than that. And I wanted to do that for quite a while now. Sorry, I should have asked” he said and lowered his head. Her eyebrows rose.
“You-like-me?” it was all she could muster. So, he didn’t care about her size or her grades. Was he honest?  
“Yeah”. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Boy, he wasn’t good with words. Her mind was doing jumping jacks. She went bold.
She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him.
“Chocolate Muffins?” she murmured against his lips.
“Chocolate Muffins”.

anonymous asked:

Hmn this might be werid but I'm in the mood for angst, rfa + minor trio(MY baes) somehow injurying mc really badly maybe even leaving a permanent scar or something, if they were in an argument or etc, happy or bad ending u'r choice abd it's okay if u don't do this if it makes u uncomfortable

Oh my God this killed me, I deleted it over four times on accident!

This deleted over three times, and I almost had a mental breakdown, then my power was out before, sorry for the wait.Omg I’m so sorry for being so behind, I lost power for over 24 hours, and then I typed everything up and my computer crashed and it all deleted. I don’t mean to make up excuses. I’m so sorry! Anyway yeah, I’m not sure how good it’s going to be, but I hope you’ll like it!!!!
• He knew he wasn’t supposed to do it
• He knew it was bad for him, that it could very well kill him
• He was going good so far, he hadn’t smoked in two months, and hadn’t gotten too drunk in about six weeks
• You were happy about that, and honestly, he was pretty proud of himself
• But one day it happened
• He slipped, and all descended into Hell
• He had lost a role he’d been preparing for weeks to a man who he hated
• And his friends managed to convince him to go out and get a drink
• Well one turned into five
• And a cigarette
• Or two
• It was a miracle he managed to drag himself home, but when he did he sort of lost it
• And not in a good way
• You were waiting for him, after a crap ton of missed calls, and the pictures on the messenger
• You were ready to give him some Advil, put him to bed, and the next day to spend around eight hour lecturing him on the dangers of smoking
• But it didn’t exactly go that way
• When you saw the state he was in you kinda snapped
• A shouting match ensued
• “You’re going to kill yourself!!”
• “You’re just being over protective and stuck up, besides, what if I don’t care?”
• “You take that back right now!”
• “Why should I?!”
• Eventually he picked up a plate on the counter and chucked it
• He wasn’t aiming anywhere in particular, and it wouldn’t’ve mattered he was so drunk
• But the pieces of porcelain, along with what smashed on the grounds when he wildly grabbed it, were stuck in you
• In your shoulder, your ankles
• You bit your lip, fighting back the screams of pain as your body burned with the shrapnel-like pain of something being thrown at you at a fast rate, before lodging itself in you, still glistening with cleaning solution
• You ran out, leaving Zen with his thoughts
• In his drunken state he didn’t notice, he just slinked off to bed, falling into a coma-like sleep the minute his head hit the pillow
• When he woke up at first he didn’t remember
• Rolling over to hug you he noticed the bed was empty
• At first his thoughts were confused through the headache and haze of his hangover
• Hangover…
• He ran into the kitchen to see the remains of what happened last night
• Immediately he freaked out, calling Jumin, Seven, Jaehee, before finally clicking on your number
• The phone rang about five times, and he was in panic, when finally, finally, you answered
• “Hello?”
• He almost sobbed with relief
• “Jagi! I’m so sorry for what I did, oh my goodness are you hurt, where is it? Please I’m so sorry!”
• The line goes silent for a few seconds and Zen thinks you’re going to hang up
• “Zen, I’m happy that you’re okay. I am currently in the hospital. The porcelain is out, they were worried about infection due to the cleaning solution, but they can now say that is not going to happen. If you just wanted to know my vitals then I’ll be going.”
• Your voice sounds like a flat instrument, the ends dipping down into something, and something unpleasant.
• “Jagi, please, I know, I made a mistake, and I get it, you can leave if you want. Just please, please don’t hate me forever. That would break me.”
• You listen on the phone
• “Fine Zen, I’ll talk later, I have to talk more to the nurse. See you, bye.”
• The line dies
• When you’re released from hospital a few days later Zen notices the scars that trace your arm and ankle’s, the one on your arm slightly yellow, scabbed at odd places, the holes from vaccines and IUDs vivid against the dull purple
• He acts so fragile around you
• And though you don’t like to admit it, that breaks you a bit inside
• So you agree to stay
• As long as he gets help
• He nods
• He did something wrong, and you will always have the scars to prove it
• Not him, because sometimes we don’t hurt ourselves, instead we pin our crimes on others
• And he knows that now
• The day you move back into the apartment, over a year later, he is waiting patiently, the pieces of glass still in a box, buried deep in his closet that acted as his own reminder

• Okay, this one was an accident
• Yoosung had been holed up at the library for over twelve hours, agonizing over finals
• He looked more dead than alive tbh
• So when he dragged his way home he wasn’t exactly thinking straight
• You were cooking beef soup on the stove, waiting patiently for him to come home
• “MC…..”
• He stumbled in, bag falling immediately to the floor
• You smiled softly, then went back to your work
• “Yoosung, hwo about you go take a bath, dinner will be ready in a bit!”
• “Ahh, but MC! I’m too tired, let’s cuddle!”
• He went to hug you, but you carefully pried him away
• “After dinner Yoosung, it’s important for you to eat.”
• “But MC!! Dinner isn’t that important!”
• He lunged towards you, going to hug you, but somehow knocked you back
• The broth feel on your elbow, which in turned rammed into the fire, touching the gas distributor
• Your survival skills kicked in, and you managed to get the fire off yourself, but not without screaming in massive pain, feeling like your flesh was dying, eaten away quickly like in those old movies
• Yoosung immediately sprung into action
• Turning the stove off he ran towards his phone and called an ambulance
• When they got there and he explained it the medics just shook their head
• He felt ashamed
• He waited outside the room as they operated on your arm, managing to put some sort of fake skin on it, that would attach to the cells and act like actual skin
• It was the latest technology, but Yoosung couldn’t help but worry
• When you were finally allowed visitors he rushed in and held onto your good hand tightly
• “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
• The tears streamed from his face onto your palm
• You just smiled softly
• “It’s okay, I’ll be fine, there’ll always be a bit of a dark patch, some burn scars, but after some rehab my right arm should be completely functional again.”
• You tried to keep your tone light and airy, but Yoosung could still hear the pain behind the words, the heavy breathing tearing at his heart
• Even when you were released he still babied you
• You were put to bed, and he was getting everything ready
• In the process he pulled up your sleeve somehow
• He immediately began to cry
• The scar was massive!
• Wrapping around your arm, and patchwork of hues, ones that would never fade
• “Yoosung.”
• Your voice snapped him out of himself and he realized he was crying again
• “I don’t care about how it looks. I’m happy that we’re both safe and there was no true long term damage. So please don’t cry, when you do it makes me so unhappy.”
• He put on a brave face for you, but when you were asleep he kissed the bruise lightly, whispered I’m sorry, and fell asleep to the tears in his eyes

• You guys had planned this date weeks ahead
• You two were so excited
• Until Jaehee bought a ticket for herself to go see one of Zen’s plays
• The same day
• Not even two, no, one
• You were obviously upset
• You two had been talking excitedly about it for weeks, it was going to be special
• It was your anniversary after all
• So why did she do that?
• You ended up confronting her about it
• And a screaming match ensued
• “Do you not enjoy my company or something?!”
• “Maybe I’m just getting tired-”
• “Of who, me?!”
• It was going back and forth
• Until a coffee withdrawal-ed Jaehee threw a vase at you
• The glass shattered against your face and lodged itself into your eyelid, barely missing the iris
• But you still knew there was trouble
• You resisted the urge to touch it, but not the urge to screaming bloody murder as you grabbed your phone and ran
• When Jaehee could see past what had just happened she immediately panicked
• Dribing to the hospital, she called Jumin, Seven, and Yoosung by the time she reached there
• When Zen was there she didn’t so much as acknowledge his existence
• Finally, after agonizing hours they were done
• Your vision couldn’t be saved
• The RFA let you two have a moment alone once they were done surrounding you
• Jaehee kneeled next to your bed and began crying
• She apologized again and again
• You just sat there listening, your eye now slightly white with film, a scar weaving its way around the gap
• When she was done you began
• “It’s good that you learned your lesson…”
• He head picked up in surprise
• “…That was you won’t make the same mistake with your next loved one.”
• She began crying again, and you just tapped the assist button and rolled over
• The day that you were released she came over with some flowers
• But you were already gone
• It had been years since she had seen you
• Seven refused to tell her your location
• All she knew was that you were in France
• She waited for you every night
• The only night you came was the night she left this world

• You two were so excited to work on this small cottage
• And you of course insisted that you two work on at least part of it together
• It was a sunny, hot day, and Jumin was working on the tiling, while you worked on some of the piping
• “I’m so excited!” You squealed cheerfully
• He smiled gently at you
• “Yes, it’s going to be the best vacation home anyone has ever seen.”
• You smiled brightly
• That smile lit up his world, you were his torch in the darkness, a spirit leading him out of what once had been darkness
• He still couldn’t believe the ring you wore on your finger, the fact that you had said yes
• “Hey Jumin, could you pass me the wrench.”
• Absentmindedly he picked up the metal object
• And chucked it at you
• It hit your forehead with a thud as you knocked on the ground
• Blood was trickling down your head, and your vision was fuzzy
• A concussion was almost certain
• Jumin’s head whipped up when he heard you fall, and he immediately drove you to the hospital
• It was indeed a concussion, and the scar was unrepairable
• He was beside himself in guilt
• Watching intently as they patched you up
• It took them about three hours before he could see you
• Your neck was in a brace, and the scar was read, the skin sunk in slightly, no wider than a paint brush
• He kissed it softly before apologizing profusely
• You laughed slightly, despite the pain
• “It’s okay, but, um, what the heck were we doing.”
• You had forgot the 24 hours up to when it happened
• He carefully explained everything to you, and you listened
• He felt bad about it every time he saw your scar
• But you assured him that it didn’t matter, what a concussion and a small scar in the grand scheme of things
• Eventually he got over his guilt
• And when you two had children of your own one of his favorite stories to tell them is about how their mother defeated a giant metal dragon

• It was torture trying to push you away for him
• And for you too
• But you kept pushing, and pushing
• You just couldn’t give up
• He would hear your sobs through the thin walls, and agonize over the pain he was giving you
• But it was for the best
• Wasn’t it?
• One day was especially bad
• “Don’t get near me.” He kept insisting
• But you kept pushing it
• Eventually he stopped thinking
• Shutting down he shoved you into a wall, hard
• The room echoed with a crack, amplified to the sound of a gunshot
• His façade immediately disappeared when he saw your curling up around your limp arm, your face scratched, the blood sticking in your hair
• He scooped you up, running towards his car, asking over and over if you were okay
• You were crying into his chest, the pain running through your blood, your ears ringing and your vision half fizzed out
• He rushed you to the hospital, and stayed there the whole time
• When he was allowed to see you he rushed in
• Your arm is in a cast, the bruise climbing up around your joint
• Apparently your arm also popped out of its socket
• He apologized over and over
• And you just said
• “I’m happy you don’t hate me.”
• After a few weeks in hospital, you had an infection and it took a bit longer that expected
• He helps you get into your house, where you immediately go to your room
• After a while he knocks on your door and joins you
• You’re snuggling under a bunch of covers and it takes a few minutes top pop your head out
• You smile at him
• “I’m so happy you don’t hate me.”
• “No MC, I could never hate you.”
• He kissed you lightly on the forehead
• “I love you….”

• You two were usually really happy together
• You leaned on each other and were complete together
• But one thing hurt that
• The surgery
• Whenever if came up you two ended up bickering and pouting for about an hour
• And one day Rika inevitably came in
• “Just tell me you love her and I’ll be gone!”
• “Don’t give me an ultimatum!”
• “What, should I just stay here to watch you agonize over another woman!”
• That was the last straw
• He picked up the first thing he could feel and chucked it at you
• It, was his tripod
• There was an ear shattering crack
• The tripod had broke, and part of it was lodged in your thigh
• You grabbed the phone and called an ambulance
• V sat there, telling you breathe, trying to comfort you, crying
• The ambulance arrived and took you away leaving him
• Seven eventually got him over to the hospital
• Where you were crying
• The bit of tripod cut through nerves, and put a hole in bone
• You would never walk again
• When he heard that V couldn’t look you in the eye
• And if he did you wouldn’t let him
Five years later
• You had left a long time ago
• He saw you sometimes, being wheeled around by Seven or some other member of the RFA
• He had gotten the surgery after, to be able to look at the pictures of you scattered around his house
• But you never looked at him
• He knew it was hist fault, he hurt you so much, he deserved it
• So why did it hurt so much?


• He was doing much better
• All the drugs had been flushed out of his body
• There was one problem left
• The PTSD
• His attacks, although lessening, were horrible, he couldn’t recognize anyone, he’d scream, throw things, and
• You tried to pul lhim out of that darkness, but it took a long time
• One day it must’ve been especially bad
• You reached out to touch him
• And he swiftly took you arm and snapped it
• The pain was disconnecting, what was going on, you felt like you were on fire
• Who was screaming?
• Was it me?
• While you were grabbing for your phone to call an ambulance Saeyoung ra in
• Pushing past Saeran he scooped you up and took you to the hospital
• Saeran just stood there
• It took about half and hour for him to process everything
• And when he finally woke up it was Hell
• He ran to the hospital
• When he got there, the whole RFA was there
• Saeyoung walked up to him
• “She’s in surgery right now, they thought it’d be prudent to take care of it right away.”
• Those words chucked Saeran out to sea
• He couldn’t process anything, it was like the ground underneath him was made of glass, and he’d just shattered it
• It took a few hours, but finally you were allowed visitors
• And when he stepped in he knew he was lost again
• Your arm was in a metal brace, stitches spiraled down you arm, neat and carefully done, holes pocketed your skin where pieces of bone and vaccines were
• The RFA surrounded you, asking if you were in pain, did you need water, smothering you
• Saeran stayed in the corner, looking at the people outside passing by, leaning against the wall
• “You need to talk to her.”
• Saeyoung had snuck up behind him and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder
• “She won’t want to see me.” He said flatly
• “How do you know what she’s thinking right now? Have you asked her? You matter to her, no matter what she thinks of you, she’ll still want to talk.”
• Saeran looked at his brother. “And if she hates me?”
• “Well then you know, besides, I don’t think she hates you, she’s too proccupied.” Saeran nodded and, as the RFA began trickling out, walked up to you
• “I’m sorry, this is all my fault.”
• You looked at him, curiosity written all over your face

  • “Why is it your fault that you have PTSD?”
  • Saeran looked up at you, disbelief written all over his face, but you were dead serious
  • “It’s not the fault of the people who have cancer that they have it, why should it be any different for people with mental issues. Sure I’m really mad, I’m frustrated, I hate this scar, but that doesn’t mean it’s your fault you have PTSD.”
  • You two talked a long time
  • And came to a decision
  • Saeran would go see a professional psychiatrist regularly, and take medication as long as possible
  • The attacks stopped
  • He recovered, and what it took was hurting the one he loved the most
  • Never again


  • Kids, this is why you don’t run with sharp things
  • It was a week before April Fools Day, and Saeyoung was having the time of his life
  • Constant pranks on Vanderwood
  • It was driving them crazy, and one day it got to much
  • Achievement unlocked: You’ve officially broken Vanderwood!
  • The next time Seven tried it again Vanderwood has scissors
  • They were goofing off, running around, chasing each other
  • When you had the misfortune to walk in
  • The room was chaos
  • But that wasn’t the problem
  • The problem was that Vanderwood had run into you
  • As had their scissors
  • Right into your shoulder
  • You screamed, and at first they weren’t sure why
  • Then they saw the scissors lodged in you
  • Panic mode officially on
  • The drove you to the hospital, insisting that you mustn’t pull it out, it could cause nerve damage
  • It’s good they did, because the doctors later said that themselves
  • The procedure wasn’t horrible
  • Stitches, salve, then in bed
  • Unfortunately, it would leave a bunch of scars all over your back
  • You hated those scars, they were ugly, and they were there for such a stupid reason
  • Every time you saw them poking out behind your sleeves
  • Vanderwood felt horrible
  • You didn’t let it show that they were a bother in front of them
  • But they knew
  • Eventually they confronted you
  • “Do you hate me?”
  • “Why would I?”
  • “Because of your back.”
  • You flinched, and Vanderwood thought they were a goner
  • “I understand if you never want to see me again.”
  • “No.”
  • Those words echoed throughout them, and their face furrowed in confusion
  • “I may hate them, and sometimes I may not want to see you, but that doesn’t mean that I want to never see you ever again. That’d be ridiculous.”
  • You hugged them tightly
  • “It may have been your fault, but that doesn’t mean I should hate you forever.”
  • Vanderwood was never more grateful in their life

OH MY GOD IT’S DONE!!! Now here’s to hoping it doesn’t delete FOR THE FIFTH TIME while I’m writing the closing. I’m super sorry. I lost power for over two days, then it kept deleting, it was just a nightmare. I hope you liked, and I tried to vary it. I feel so bad about Baehee and V, but I just felt like I needed to. I hope this helps you and your need for angst!! Thank you for requesting this and hope you like!

nattersfluff  asked:

How about 36; "did I say that out loud?" For kachako of course :) pls pls

This is such an ambigue prompt, I was left thinking for a while about what to do with this one. It’s such an easy prompt but OF COURSE I had to make it too complicated… well, bitch shall I be ♥ Please enjoy, and I hope this wasn’t too long or… well, you’ll see below. And thanks for the request! 

He wouldn’t look at her.

This was the fact that kept Uraraka awake all night, all day– and while it had its plenty advantages during literature class, the rattling memory of what had happened a night prior to this day tormenting her. Every time she blinked, his blank stare and the sense of dread drenching every fiber of her being would come back in tenfold, make her dizzy and just feel all color draining her cheeks.

“I could kiss you right now…”


That had been the first and last time she would curse so hard in her mind, the word vibrating staright to her soul and shattering all intentions to focus on whatever matter she had at hand– there, there she was again with the blushing, the fidgeting, the everything that came with thinking about him, him, and ten times him.

How had she said that outloud? They had been sparring, kicking each other’s butts to the ground until they couldn’t breathe. Bakugou had been doing a good damn job at making her feel weak and stupid with those smart-ass moves he had with him. Punches and quirk based dodging were his basics, but she couldn’t really prevent them in time.

So he was royally messing with her. It was evident he enjoyed fighting with her, and the fact overjoyed her. Bakugou blasted her with one of his hands as she while she was picking herself from the ground. “You are still standing?”

She looked at him, who had halted his steps and stood a bit too near to her. If he decided to blast her, she would be long dead before the embers cleared. He didn’t seem to be planning on attacking her soon, as his hands were slightly trembling. “I told you I wouldn’t give up so easily this time, Bakugou.”

He smirked and cleaned some sweat off his eyebrow, eyes closed in concentration as he laughed. “I would have never thought I’d have this damn fun with you, of all bunch of nerds in this school.” she didn’t know if he was aiming for a mean undertone, but he only came across as a little kind. She silently rose. “C’mon, Urara– OOF!”

Uraraka straight tackled him while he did his bragging business, because he sure had gained trust from seeing her lying before him but hadn’t considered how much will she had in her. His back his the ground with a loud thud, a groan escaping his lips as she straddled him.

His hands flew to her legs, trying to pry her off him, but the moment her hand landed on his chest, he knew it was game over and his hands fell limp on his side. “Goddammit.”

Her shoulders shook with laughter, but her feet still remained digging in the ground as she loomed over him, her chest heaving inches away from his to relish the moment of his defeat– then, it dawned on her that she was a bit too close to him, and that his hands had found way to the fabric of her shorts again.

Her gaze shifter from a stone to his eyes, vibrant eyes– they shone with passionate colors, like coals thriving in a fire, or the color of sunset when sun hid down the horizon, and they were staring right into hers, breath labored and hands drawing circles underneath the clothing now, as if waiting for her to do something so he would stop wanting her to be even closer.

Uraraka wanted him closer as well, and voiced her thoughts accordingly, without thinking about their repercussion.

Breathy, she spoke in a whisper. “I could kiss you right now…”

She slammed her head against the lift doors again. Everytime she remembered how tense he had gone underneath her, or how a mad blush had splashed into life on his cheeks– she would always feel the same blush be reflected on her, and her heart would hammer like crazy against her ribcage.

Yet, he wouldn’t look at her. Everytime they crossed paths at the hallways, he would mutter some curses and turn heel towards another direction which, mind you, was always the wrong one. One particular time, they almost crashed heads after turning a corner and Bakugou had scrambled away so fast that he left her there in a gloomy state, regretting having said such things so bluntly.

This very same void carried out a devastating process of self-doubt and horrorizing realization that not only had he scared him shitless, but she had also whatever chance for a healthy relationship that existed. With a single sentence she crushed those chances to pieces and left them both confused, with her thinking that he of course would never return such silly desires.

Bakugou was cool, chill, explosive and a lone wolf. Of course he would never want to be with her and of course kissing him was never an option. She was a little peasant compared to his royal aura. But someday– someday, she would make it to his level.

The lift doors opened before her and Uraraka skipped in quickly, punching the button to her floor weakly to just make it out of that lazy, dreary day of humiliation and shame that had washed over her so radically that it left her with no energies left to deal with everything.

Uraraka heard the doors close, only to open wide again and reveal the hunched over figure of a blonde guy she knew too well. Her first instinct was to blush and jump a little, grasping the hem of her skirt thinking that by pulling away she would let him breathe. But, was the air as thick as it was for her? Because hell, she couldn’t find air to hang on to.

Bakugou punched his floor button, and he did it with much more force than necessary. Uraraka feared that he could have broken the panel. “G–Good evening, Bak–kugou.”

He just glared at her, his irises still as incandescent as she remembered them, burning and crushing her all the same. His hands were deep in his pockets, grimace menacing and teeth showing. He looked everywhere to avoid her fluttering lashes, so hypnotizing that he was forgetting what he was doing all of a sudden. “Whatever.”

Uraraka sighed. Sure, she had ruined their little friendship for a lousy matter as lust. Worst of it all, was that the thought still writhed between her, not less intense or faltering, and he seemed more attractive than ever under the lift lights. Such a shame his eyes were so fixated on the floor counter, because she was dying to look deep into his eyes.

Uraraka limped on the wall bar, hands gripping the metal and wishing for this tension to fade, for the silence to break and for the lift doors to fly open so she could flee. Suddenly, it occurred to her that he was in the wrong–

There was a loud crash and the cabin shook, making her knees wobble and her grip on the bar tighten, lights flickering above them. Bakugou’s form came to stand right in front of her, his frown deep and sincere, hands grasping the bar behind her. He towered over her and had her cornered against the wall, his hand itching to grasp hers.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Uraraka.” snarled he, teeth strongly gritted. There was a weighty agitation in his voice as he spat at her, his emotions flinging between frustration, anger, and something she couldn’t quite name, but it sparked excitement in her when she glanced into his eyes.


A hand of his slammed on the wall beside her head, startling her. “What the fuck is your problem, saying stuff like that to my face and then expecting me to be totally cool with it?”

Uraraka gulped, intoxicated with a proximity that felt more intimate than when she had him pinned against the ground, his hands roaming around her thighs. The feeling of his fingertips hunting her skin came assaulting her as his pierce eyes stared down at her, and a tight knot started bubbling inside of her.

“I didn’t mean any of it, Bakugou!”

She didn’t really know how denying the the truth would make things better, but it somehow came to her and honestly, his face was dumstruck with something similar to grief, anger, and she wanted to die. The hand that still lay beside hers gripped her wrist, and he inched a bit closer.

“Take that back.”

Her eyes widened as saucers as his forehead hovered above hers in a silent threat, frown deeper in concentration as if he was reading through her, and all tension suddenly shattered when his arm flexed and that same hand let her go, sneaking through the fabric of her shirt. A moan tried to sneak out of her petite mouth, but it came out as a shiver he sure noticed.

He held her stronger against the wall, fingertips somewhat hot against her chilly skin. “Fucking take that back, Uraraka.”

The hand beside her head seized her face to divert her gaze to his angry, trembling glare. He wasn’t looking at her before, but he sure needed her attention now. Uraraka squirmed under his burning touch. “If saying that means destroying whatever we had, then I–”

His mouth crashed hers, head banging against the wall of the lift, and he only gripped her tighter when a high-pitched noise escaped her lips in the middle of his lock. Her lips parted slightly and, far from deepening the death grip, he only pulled away and squinted at her red cheeks.

“I’m not gonna say it again.” growled he, building up tension in her lungs with such agitated, thick voice. His grip was vicious, like a snake luring it pray– and boy, didn’t she feel little underneath him. “Take it back.”

“I am not going to owe up to it if it means drifting apart from you, Bakugou.”

There was a moment of silence, their mingling breaths the only thing able to be heard around them. His eyes narrowed pointedly at her, watching how his touch was affecting her sole existence and how his heart was dying to eat her alive if it meant having her closer. Something deep, scorching like hellfire was rounding his fragile, fierce heart, and suddenly, none of his grudged mattered.

“I don’t know why the fuck I would pull away from this, Uraraka.”

He didn’t even let her think an intelligent response to his rude remark, but sealed the deal with a searing liplock that made her shake beneath him, struggling to hind somewhere to hold on to while his hands travelled all the way to her waist, neck, and caressed all weak areas that he would expect her to have. Some of his caresses were blunt, some were fierce, and some were made with endearing intimacy and care that rose her above the heavens.

Bakugou broke away for a second for a sharp intake of air only to take Uraraka in again, crashing her head against the surface so she wouldn’t fucking escape, because she was moving so much that he feared she would fly away any second now, so he held her as close as possible. And she felt this, of course she did– the urgency in the kiss, how his lips were abrassing hers in a conquer war, or how his teeth grazed the sensitive roses.

When his hands travelled all the way to her thighs, her mind was completely lost, and while breaking away, a gasp allowed his tongue to swiftly pop in, hand seizing her jaw to explore all she had to give to him and all she wouldn’t be willing to. He hoisted Uraraka up on the metallic bar, her legs wrapping around his waist, and he obligued obidiently to her command, a beast tamed under her fierce attacks to his velvet cavern.

He was gonna lose it to that girl and he had no regrets on that department. His other hand busied itself burying his fingers under her clothing, fingertips reaching her spine and making her arch against his chest. Breathings fanned against each others’ faces heatedly, only making him groan for more of her skin to burn, and trying to make her let out those beautiful noises trapped within her throat.

“Fuck,” grunted he in between sucks, bites, and caresses. “you’re driving me” she shut him up urgently again, tongues clashing again. “so fucking crazy, woman.”

Uraraka pulled away for a moment, only to have him seeking for her again, and her voice was lost between gasps. “Don’t.”

His teeth bit her lower lip, making her sigh in pleasure, her hands stroking his blonde mane and eliciting a growl from him. “I love you so fucking much,” grunted he without thinking, hands starting to mindlessly roam around her back. “you damn witch.”

“I love you–” his tongue gave her lips a soft caress while going to her jaw, planting chaste kisses wherever he deemed pleasurable. “I love you so much right now…”

Two exact seconds later, his assault on her neck halted and all his roaming snap stopped, making Uraraka deflate a little and go back in time to where they were heatedly making out and–

A deep scarlet blush marred her cheeks as he pulled away a bit to look at her, mouth agape and slowly blinking with wide eyes, dread drenching them both to the bone once more. They had done it again.

“Did I…” murmured Bakugou, his hands slowly pulling away from her pearly skin and inmediately missing her afterwards. His muscles were tense in horror and utter embarrassment. “did I– did you– did I say that out loud?”

Uraraka’s shoulders tensed up because not only had he confessed in the middle of the worst time possible, but she had even returned it gladly, again, in the worst time possible.

“I– I didn’t–”

“Don’t come at me with regretful shit.” growled he under his breath, slamming his hand against the stop button to have the lift working again. Soon enough, she felt them being high in the air again. “It’s a bit too fucking late to say that now.”

He didn’t seem angry. He didn’t seem remorseful– like hell he would be regretting what they just did. He just seemed… a bit off. Uraraka knew what was crossing his head, and this wasn’t the way she had planned to confess either. 

When she looked at him, his eyes helf her glance before sighing and muttering a curt apology, frowning as the lift doors closed behind her when they reached the floor and he stayed inside to catch his lift again at the first floor. All she heard afterwards was a huge crash and a livid scream.


Push and Pull| Eight

Originally posted by sugutie

[song inspiration: Bts - House of Cards]

|Chapter One| |Chapter Two| |Chapter Three| |Chapter Four| |Chapter Five| |Chapter Six| |Chapter Seven| |Chapter Eight| |Chapter Nine|

pairing: Jimin x oc x Jaebum
genre: angst
word count: 1.6k
a/n: Isolde spent three years with Jimin after meeting him by chance in a dance studio. He was perfect and he loved her, she thought he was the one she’d spend the rest of her life with. That all crumbles when he decides he wants to please his parents and leave her so he can be with someone like him. Isolde is plummeted into turmoil and leaves her job as a choreographer to move back home to the states. A mutual friend named Im Jaebum reaches out to console her, lift her back up from her fragile state. It’s a push and pull tug between what she thought she had and what she could have.

“I’ve gotta go, Jimin. Bye.”

She hung up. She hung up on me. Nothing but a simple bye. She wasn’t interested in talking to me at all. It would have been four years today and she didn’t seem to have a single care. Though, how could I fault her? I left her, not the other way around. I tossed my phone onto the bed of my fiancé Soomi, not wanting to even look at it anymore. I’d just end up going back and looking at all the pictures of us I had hidden in a secret file in my phone. 

Did she really not care at all? Why did it hurt so much to think she was over it so soon? It’s not like I hadn’t moved on. Fuck, I was engaged already. Soomi was wonderful, kind, beautiful and my family loved her. But, did I? I thought I did. I wanted to. I really did.

Every single time I told her I loved her, I’d flash back to the conversation I had with Yoongi the night I left Isolde. The night I cried until I couldn’t anymore, my body shaking beyond my control. My heart ripped out by my own hand. That conversation, it repeating in my brain, endlessly. What he said to me, was something I could never forget, despite my best efforts.

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About princesses and dragons

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst (but fluff cause I’m a slut for fluff!) 

A/N: So, in Spain today is St. George’s day. A day when girls receive a rose as a present and the boys a book from their s/o. It’s a day based in the world knowed legend about the princess who is rapted by a dragon and a knight who comes in her rescue.

Summary: The legend says that the princess awaits for a shinny armor knight to come and rescue her from the terrible dragon… But maybe you don’t want to be saved at all from your Dragon

A bubbly laugh echoes through the walls of the compound followed by your delighted chuckles. 

- He’s the cutest thing ever - you state amazed by the tiny human on your arms. Elisabeth, a brilliant scientist who works for Tony, had bring her new born son to the compound so all the Avengers can know him. This little boy should be very proud of himself by having grown ass men and women, who had fight againts aliens, amazed about his small existence. They all are making a circle around you and him while his mother can’t stop laughing.

- Let me grab him - Tony makes grabby hands demanding to hold the little one

- You already hold him! It’s my turn - Natsha pushes him with her elbow placing herself in front of you. You handle him to her carefully and the small boy tangle his fingers on Nat’s red hair. 

You step back, your grin threaten to break your cheeks by the cuteness of the situation. Turning your head you realize that Bucky is nowhere to be seen. He has been there a minute ago… Crossing your gaze with Steve he shoots you a sad smile. You frown.

Leaving everyone on the livingroom you walk through the compound searching for him. He is nowhere, what the hell? The only part of the tower to look is the one which Stark is remodeling, but no one goes there, there’s no lights, neither windows yet. But your instinct makes you do a step forward and before you realize you are walking over bricks and empty cases searching for him. 

You really don’t expect to find him there so you startle a bit when you spot his figure in the middle of the dark.

- B-Buck? 

He doesn’t move his head from between his legs and you can’t see his face because his arms block your view. You step towards him and kneel. 

- Bucky? - you try again. This time he raises his head and you gasp noticing his red and puffy eyes - Hey, what’s wrong? - inmediately your hands go to his face to check for possible injuries - What happened James?

Not saying a word he grabs your wrists and push your hands away from him

- Nothing, go away - he says, deadpan

You froze. You try to reach him again

- Buck what…? - but before you can touch him again he flinch back and looks at you sternerly

- I said go away, I don’t want you here - he grunts

You feel a pang on pain in your chest and it becomes difficult to breath naturally

- What the hell? Why are you talking to me like this? - you spat hurted, why is he being so rude with you? - James, please, talk to me, what’s the problem? - Because of the lack of light you can’t utterly read his facial expression and you are getting nervous

- I don’t want you here - he shakes his head - I don’t need you, go away Y/N - he says a little bit louder 

- Bucky…. - you blink fast trying to contain the tears

- Leave me alone, damn it!! - he shouts. You flinch away a little bit scared, he has never shouted to you

- No!! not until you tell me what the hell happens! - you shout back

He grunts tired and stands up ready to leave you alone in the dark room. With your heart beating fast on your chest you jump on your feet and put your body on the door, blocking the only way out of the room.

- Move - he just says not meeting your eyes

- Move me - you dare, some tears escaping from your eyes

- Y/N… - he grunts but doesn’t move a muscle to touch you

- Bucky - you retort

He sighs shakily and raise his hands to his face

- Just give up… please - his voice small, fragile, opposite to the one he used just a second ago - Give up on me

- What are you saying Buck…? 

- I’m saying that i’m letting you go Y/N, you are free, you don’t have to be stucked with me in the dark, damnit - you can’t see his eyes but you know that he is crying 

- W-what? - the world start spinning dangerously, your blood pumping hard by your veins

- Be happy doll, I want you to be happy - he ducks his hands and between his eyelashes you can see his blue tired eyes sparking because of the tears - Go away from me, found someone who can give you all what you deserve

- Stop, Bucky, stop - is hard for you to gulp now - what are you saying? W-Why are you saying this to me? - you plant your hands on his chest and this time he doesn’t reject your touch

- I don’t want to drag you with me to the darkness, and that’s all I am… darkness - your mouth falls open, he thinks that he’s not good enough? 

- Buck stop right now, you are not! You are a good man who makes me truly happy - you raise your hands to his face and force him to look at you - I don’t want anyone else, never crossed my mind. I’m happy Bucky, you make me happy

- You deserve so much better Y/N - his eyes detach sadness - What if someday you want kids? I’m not sure I can give you all what you need doll, I’m not enough… - he has seen you with Elisabeth son? All of this is because it?

- Stop saying this Buck! You are more than enough, you hear me? You are the man who I choose to love, with everything that you are, your present and your past. I want and LOVE all of you, James. I don’t know where life will bring us, neither if I’ll want kids or.. iguanas - you chuckle -  but I just know one thing - he looks fixedly at you, eyes a little bit wider - Every step of my life I make, I’ll do it with you by my side. We are in this together, okay? I love you Bucky, forever. You are enough, you hear me? Never say that again, please - you voice cracks a little by the end and your eyes get wet again seeing how, down his cheeks, run tears which he doesn’t try to wipe away.

- Doll.. I…I - he tries to talk but emotions overwhelm him and you are suddenly wrapped by his arms which hugs you close to him. The embrace you share is full of emotions and you correspond to it with all your forces, rubbing his back when all his body trembles while he sobs, face hided on your hair.

- I love you Bucky - you say, one time and another - I will repeat it to you until you believe me, I don’t care how many times I’ll have to say it

- I do - he sniff kissing your scalp - I do believe you Y/N, I love you so fucking much… 

You push back softly and raise on your tip toes to peck his swollen lips. He corresponds the kiss and lifts you from the ground to deepen the kiss. Your arms round his head while your legs make the same on his waist, and you drop little kisses over his jaw and face until he stops crying. 

- You are stucked with me forever man, I don’t care how awful your taste on music is - you tease playfully and your heart inflates on your chest when he gives you a wide brigh smile.

- My pleasure doll - he kiss your lips tenderly

And like that, the most dark room on the tower, gets the brightest for you. Happily you will spend your days stucked in there with him.

A/N: Yeah, I have always had a weak spot for the dragon :)

fic; the rain peasants

standalone; pg-13; fluff; msr ust; missing scene/one bed for the rain king; Mulder and Scully discuss what it’d be like to control the weather.

A/N: My one bed fic! I Can’t Believe It’s Not PWP


“Do you mind the T.V.? I can turn it off.”

“No, I don’t mind. Just keep the volume low, please.”

“You got it.”

Whatever is playing, it’s benign, popular and impersonal – funny, aluminum isn’t his style. Maybe it’s for her benefit? Can’t really share a bed with your coworker and take the edge off with pornography, can you. But maybe Mulder likes sit-coms. Maybe he needs to be told when to laugh. His sense of humor is… growing on her. After six years. But who doesn’t need a little help now and then? Oh, christ. That’s pathetic. He huffs out a laugh beside her, perfectly in time with the tin-can-track, and she knows that at least she isn’t alone. 

“Mulder?” she asks quietly. He goes completely still, and it’s obvious why – there you go again, Scully, getting me alone in cramped quarters and asking me obscenely difficult questions. She does like catching him off guard. There’s something in the way he looks at her when she goes a little nuts – like an x-file, like a mind-melting, course-of-history-changing x-file, and there is something in being that adored. And feared. She enjoys the fear just as much.

However, this is different. This case bothers her, and it ain’t got nothing to do with hicks or being confused for Mulder’s little wife.

“What’s up, Mrs. Mulder?” Tight and nervous. Scully smiles into her pillow. He’s so rarely nervous.

“I’ve been thinking about the case.” 

“It’s about time you took your work seriously.”

“Shut up, Mulder.” She gives him a moment to stop the next asinine comment before it arrives and he manages, just barely. “Let’s say, for the sake of conversation, it is possible for one man to dictate the state of the atmosphere in his little corner of the world.” 

“Okay, Scully. I’ll say that.”

“What if it were you?” she asks. There’s no missing the sincerity in her voice. Mulder may deflect – maybe he’ll make a joke, make some kind of pass, make some kind of obscure reference to a man who really did control the weather, hundreds of years ago, a man who swapped rain for mead and sleet for wool – but it won’t be without guilt. She’s okay with letting him make that choice. “What would the weather be like if your emotions were controlling it?”

A beat passes: he’s considering. The bed sharing makes it more dangerous, but regardless of his response they will wake up spooning in the morning. That’s the way it always happens, and he always freaks out more than her. Had he offered to take the floor this time, though? No. Every other time, yes. But not tonight. 

“Right now?” he asks lowly. “Right now, or in general?”

He’s taking her seriously. It smarts that she’s so pleased. 

“Right now, first,” she decides. She needs to know how much he’s willing to share before she goes all in. 

“Right now… it’d be raining pizza,” he snickers to himself, and Scully loses a sliver of confidence in the both of them. 

“Well,” she replies easily, masking the hurt with her own brand of indifference. “I told you to eat before we got back to the court.” 

“We’ve evolved to stay up past eight p.m., Scully. Nocturnal, diurnal, it all means nothing in our little corner of the world. You forget people live like this.” Silence. “Scully?” She doesn’t reply. 

She’s putting all of her effort into finding some semblance of sleep – you purposefully withheld information from me about this case and now I’m going to have to defend it’s necessity to Kersh without mentioning you actually fucking believe people can make it rain with their mind – when his hand covers her shoulder, a cautious, piddling touch. They really are different in bed. He snatches it back like he’s been burned, but then he replaces it with purpose. 

“I’ll tell you both, Scully.” He tugs on her shoulder when she doesn’t respond. “Roll over. C’mon, Scully.” 

She’s pissed that he’s now somehow made this all seem like his idea, like he’s the one taking the leaps. She rolls over just to glare at him and his face melts into a soft smile at her withering look. 

“I sure am glad you’re not in control of the weather right now.” He pets her nose and lets his body relax in a position mirroring hers, while she fights the urge to bite him. They’re both slightly uncomfortable with the situation, noticeably so, and their hunched backs make them look like parentheses. 

“I’m not sure the cattle industry could take such a devastating financial hit,” she says caustically. His smile widens. It’s sleepy in the light of the television, and easy. Another rare version of Mulder. Sleepy and easy are never words she’d typically use to describe him. 

“Go on, then.” 

“Well, I wasn’t exactly lying about the pizza. I’m starving. I have tears in my eyes.”

“I have some granola bars,” she offers kindly. A shadow falls over his face. 

“The ones with the flax seeds? God, no.” Relaxing again, his voice turns contemplative, both dreamy and a little dismal.  “But in general? I can’t really tell you, Scully. I’d assume it’d be very much like the rest of me.”


“You could say that,” he says dryly, looking away from her. A moment of silence, then: “Sometimes I could probably upend whole towns.”

I don’t think you have it in you, Scully thinks. Her face remains impassive when he grows theatrical, too loud and too convinced of his own hilarity in the middle of the night. 

“I could lift roads from the ground, Scully. Municipal buildings would crumble – I’d have to work up to the state legislature. There would be ice, there would be rain …” he pauses. “Maybe not fire.”

Gently, “Because of your fear?”

“No, not that.” He shakes his head. “I’m just not very good at rebuilding from scratch.” Perhaps that was too personal, because he flippantly amends: “But who among us is? I don’t think we’re made for it.”

People create life every day – they have babies, build houses, tear down governments, hoist them back up. It’s a never-ending cycle of starting anew; controlled burns are a way of life. But Scully recognizes that might be too literal an answer to what he’s suggesting.

He shoots a look at her, but she’s shifted on her back to stare at the television. The middle-aged white male lead is drinking a beer.

“But who knows how long that would last? Years, maybe minutes.” He turns and watches with her. A woman yells at her husband. Ha!Ha!Ha!

He continues while watching. “I guess that’s the frightening part. Most of us can just feel without inserting too much meaning into it all. But Holman Hardt spends each day in a hellish atmospheric vacuum of his own creation, cowering under the force of his own fragile emotional state.” 

“While other people are suffering,” Scully adds. “And he can’t do a thing to stop it.” 

Mulder lets out an amused rush of air. “We should become motivational life coaches. I’m feeling the power.” 

“You aren’t like that all the time,” Scully says, a little fiercely. He’s okay sometimes. He doesn’t hurt all the time. “You’re not always so… tumultuous. You’re fine right now.” 

They both turn to look at each other. “No,” he says. “I’m not like that all the time.” 

She’s quiet. He prods, “Okay, Scully, spill. What about you?”

“Right now, or in general?”

He repeats her words back to her. “Right now, first.” 

“I’m not sure my answers would be all that different,” she admits. This is what scares her. It’s not possible for one man to control the weather – and how very lucky they are that this is so – but if it were her… “Right now, or in general.” 

What little impact she’d have on the world. The realization depresses the hell out of her. What Mulder described: heart shaped ice cubes? Rose petals? Cows catapulting through court windows? Men cannot control the weather – human bodies cannot even withstand certain atmospheric pressures, let alone bend them to their will – but… where’s her creativity? When did she start feeling this way: not at all?

“That… does not seem right,” Mulder says. He’s itching to prove her wrong already.

“There have been some–” Scully pauses to choose her words carefully. “Difficult. There have been some difficult moments in the last few years of my life.” Mulder snorts derisively, more at himself than at her. “In all of the years of my life, Mulder, just like anyone else.” 

She wonders what he imagines her like, dictating the weather with her moods. There are probably more cows. What kind of storm encapsulates the strength of her eye rolling? Damn, is it easy to make herself annoyed with Mulder when she tries. How could you think of me like that?

“What would it be like?” he asks softly, eyeing her with genuine interest. She’s almost embarrassed to tell him. In the face of Fox Mulder’s lifelong battle against emotional terrorism, she feels positively virginal. She stares at his nose pressed into his inner elbow. 

“It would be pleasant,” she says to it. She doesn’t feel the need for elaboration, but his lips twitch. 

“You always this good at small talk? How about this weather we’re having.” His joke is teasingly sweet. It’s different from before, somehow. 

“It’d be pleasant because I don’t think I could let it be anything else.” 

They’re quiet for a bit. Neither of them know what the weather’s like outside. It’s chilly in their room, in the way all motel rooms are chilly. 

“If anyone had the ability to control the weather, Scully,” he says to the television, “and I mean really, really control it, so that humanity would be better off for having it… it’d be you.”

In the bed in the dark in the light of the T.V. in the hick town where everyone sleeps at eight p.m. where it hasn’t rained in forever where no one has luck in love, Mulder moves a little closer to her. So that their shoulders touch, so that their backs are ramrod straight, so that Scully’s assertion at not being nervous about this becomes a bold-faced lie. 

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Not Like This

Garrus woke with a start as sudden and overwhelming as a stim-shot, sitting upright even as he clawed at the smothering blankets, haunted by the lingering images left by his nightmare. His father, grim-faced. Shepard in a doorway. It’s—it’s Solana, Shepard. And the children.

A nightmare. Far worse than the ones featuring screaming Banshees and Reaper turians whose faces he couldn’t help examining, looking for familiar angles, familiar curves.

Just a nightmare.

And yet.

And yet, the bed was not his bed, the sheets not his sheets. His side ached, almost as if someone truly had jabbed a needle into the soft hide of his waist and emptied a vial full of poison into him. Instead of flowers, or candles, or the faint scent of Shepard’s perfume, the only smell was the universally unsettling antiseptic stench unique to hospitals.

Even with his heart slamming like a fist desperate to punch through the wall of his chest, bone and blood and plates be damned, it took real effort to force his eyes open. He sucked in a breath; too shallow. Another. Another. The blankets were a white blur. Blinking did not sharpen his vision. No telltale halo of red hair sat at his bedside.

It’s—it’s Solana, Shepard. And the children.

“Garrus. Hey. In and out. One breath at a time, G. One cardiac arrest per day is more than enough.”

He swung his head toward the sound, recognizing his sister’s voice even before her indistinct edges took shape. The sun behind her was too bright, even dimmed by the darkened panes of glass. Like his eyes, his voice wasn’t working yet, either. His talons clenched and unclenched in sheets nothing like the soft ones Shepard always splurged on.

Tell me, he wanted to say. Tell me.

Instead of words, only faint keening escaped on his released breath.

Solana said, “I’m sorry, G. I don’t know where they are.”

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Just right | J.H. |War of hormones

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

☽ Angst; Fluff; (light) Smut ☾

W: 2.7k

Sum: You always end up hiding yourself, when changing clothes because the horrific stretch marks you didn’t ask for, making you feel disgusted of whoever is going to watch. Stuck in a situation to where there is no escape, Hoseok decides to be the one, to change your mind.

Warnings: Besides the obvious, harsh words about body image (stretch marks)

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anonymous asked:

Could you maybe write a scenario about reader telling Subaru that she loves him? Maybe in the middle of an argument or maybe when he is in that moment when he keeps on repeating that he is monster and he doesn't deserve to be loved. I just want angst but I want fluff at the very same moment too 😥

why u do dis to me anon-chan, why u make me write such things my poor hart cannn’t


Subaru x Reader Scenario 

SFW but mentions of blood, violence and the sound of my heart breaking in half.

“What…am I doing…”

You barely heard those words. Something was ringing through your ears as the pain sliced as if every part of your body. How many hours had you spent here, shackles preventing you from moving against the cold wall of the dungeon?

The tears were painful because they ran down the multitude of wounds covering your skin. You could not even wipe them away. Ah, your wrists were bleeding against the metal of those tight restraints holding your form up. The vampire had gone on a total rampage, after the mere mention of his mother. Christa. He had, within a few minutes, taken you down here where the darkness had a life of its own, to inflict upon you the most severe of punishments.

It started with fangs, nails and fists, only to ensue with the use of whips and knives. Never had he been through such a state. And you were the way to cope. He used you in order to vent and this had been going until now, until Subaru pronounced those words of confusion. 

“S…Subaru…” You whimpered through a shaky breath, not guaranteeing your survival for the moments to come. Did he even hear those words, or was it you that pronounced them so feebly that it barely came out as a pained breath? He did not reply, only dealing with painful inner thoughts. 

“I’m treating you like he treated her…It’s because I’m not-…I’m a monster.”

There it was. His questioning. One of the few moments where you perceived the vampire as a scared, lost boy, needy of care and affection. 

“Subaru…please…” He glanced up at you, red and burning eyes. Tears were visible and though he was a vampire, there were definitely numerous emotions bursting through him simultaneously. “Subaru…it’s okay.” 

You wanted to reassure him, show him how you, even with these wounds, would still be there. He had been alone for too long. He could not be deserted again. He needed you, no matter how many times he tried pushing you away. You were aware of it. 

But the vampire wasn’t. 

He approached with such rapidity that it took your breath away, the fear crawling underneath your skin as you desperately fought back against it, wanting to let trust shield you from any other sentiment. So you let him do this, hold your throat and painfully constrict you with all his might. He wanted to scare you, to push you away. 

“What the fuck are you doing?! Why do you stay near me?! Don’t you get it, that I’m polluted?! Are you that crazy and stupid?” 

The bruises were probably forming already because those hands were simply full of anger and strength. But you could not help but focus on how soft they were. These were not the hands of a monster, these were not the hands of evil. 

“I…I…” The words were broken by the constriction around your throat. Yet, it had to be said. He needed to know, whatever it triggered him to do next. “I love you…Subaru.”

Those red eyes were flashed by a flicker of intensity as he let go of your neck, backing away. The blush did not cover his features as it usually did whenever you spoke words of affection. He backed away, frowning in confusion while his hands trembled. 

“Shut up…Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about…So shut up!” 

If he simply came closer.

He remained so distant, as if afraid that his own presence near yours would be able to make you suffer. How ambiguous it was, to both want to hurt you to have you stay away, and protect you from himself at the same time. 

If you were unable to reach him physically, words would have to suffice. You took a fragile breath in, sensing the burn of the motion on your injuries. Letting your mouth use his name, he responded by letting his pained and confused eyes search through yours. 

“I love you. Right now, I’m terrified, but I love you. You scare me, it’s true, I won’t hide it and right now I wish I could stop shaking, but I love you, Subaru. You are not polluted, toxic or anything else of that sort” You said. The words quivered against your lips, unsure and short but you still managed to let them out because : those were words you wanted to say for so long. “I might remind you of her. You might think you’re not worthy of help, but Subaru…the only person I would ever want to help, is you.”

The vampire almost growled in anger and frustration. The male carried tears down his eyes. He kicked the metallic bars of the door, letting the dissonant noise echo through the dungeon. Yet, you remained patient, attentive.Time passed as if it carried no worth, as if it had stopped either way.


 He was breathing hard, if not panting. But eventually, he drew close and the hand reached your throat again. Expecting the tight grip around your windpipe, surprise rose when sensing your whole body letting go and almost falling from the wall. He had removed the shackles. Your arms fell by your side and your entire body was supported by Subaru’s own. He held you like a fragile creature, but tightly still. Your ear was touched by his slow breathing and words. “You…are insane.”

He stared down at you, those eyes that conveyed support, care, love. “Maybe I am, but does that really change anything?” 

His answer was no more complicated than the cold of his lips against your burning ones, a contact so frail but full of trust that guaranteed something unspoken between the two of you. Passion.

Bound|| pjm v. jjk [5]

Originally posted by the-rap-man


The Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3| 4|5

Characters: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Categories: Angst, Fluff

AU(s): Soulmate!AUBased loosely off of this soulmate au prompt and BTS’ Perfect Man Cover:

Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.

Word Count:1,806

Sypnosis: All your life, Park Jimin has been by your side and secretly had your name adorning his arm. Ideally, you would share the same fate until you find out that you’re destined to be someone else’s; Jeon Jungkook.

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      Soft sheets entangle Jungkook’s limbs. Jungkook tiredly pushes away the white duvet that encompasses his legs. His gentle brown eyes soften at the sight of you cradled in bed, the slightest hint of a frown pressing into your forehead as you shiver. His breath hitches at how easy it would be to simply kiss away the frown and pull you into his arms so that he would never let you go. The idea brings a grin to his lips and he finds himself enthralled at it. 

    The sound of a small cough catches Jungkook’s attention and he is taken out of his daze as he leans over the bed. He watches as you subconsciously pull the cover closer to you. Discomfort seethes through him.  He feels suddenly like his throat is too dry for words. He has to comfort you. 

   Jungkook scrambles off of the floor and into your bed as gently as he can, but he fails miserably in his haste. His face contorts to a worried look at the idea of waking you because he knows how necessary your sleep is. Subconsciously his eyes avert their gaze from the troubling frown on your forehead to your lips. 

  “Are you looking for something?” Your voice sounds rigid and unwelcoming, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. Any words directed to him from you is rewarding. “I’m trying to sleep.” You joke softly before a stream of coughs escape you. Jungkook freezes up in surprise. Whenever you were sick or coughed, most times Jimin would be there to fend Jungkook away from you and coddle you. As much as Jungkook wants to do that (now more than ever considering that he actually knows what it feels like to hold you), something restricts him. 

“Jungkook?” The simple call of his name from you makes his cheek flush pink immediately.

“Yeah?” He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. He twiddles his thumbs. He averts his eyes from your own. His shyness is peaking. 

You smile softly at his shy actions. “You don’t have to stay here with me." 

Ever since the argument between Jimin, Jungkook, and you, Jungkook has silently sworn himself to never leave your side. Your heart swells at how ardently he cares, but it also upsets you to think that he’s missing out on life because of you - to think that he lives his life in the same bubble that you do.
"Someone has to take care of you,” Jungkook states with pouted lips. “Jimin works all day and it’s summer. I don’t have anywhere to be but by your side.”
Your cheeks redden at the boy’s words and you dip your head further into the covers of your bed. The nineteen-year-old raises his brow at you, leaning closer to you in efforts to follow. “Jungkook, shut up." 

"Do you like it when I say mushy stuff like that?” Jungkook playfully teases as he gains the courage to move closer to you on the bed. Suddenly, you feel like your blanket fortress will not hold strong against Jeon Jungkook. “I know you like it when Jimin-hyung says it." 

"It only works if you’re sincere.” You croak out from under the covers. You cough once more under the covers and Jungkook notices - just like he always does. Yet, he says nothing. 

Through your little blanket fortress, you eye Jungkook in his signature white shirt with black basketball shorts. His eyebrows wiggling suggestively in your direction in efforts to make you laugh. The melodious sound that once bounced off the walls of Jimin, Jungkook (yes, he had convinced Jimin to let him stay) and your apartment had been replaced with muffled coughs. He successfully does as something remotely sounding like a giggle escapes his lips. 

“I like it when you laugh.” He suddenly says while leaning his cheek against his right hand. If it were possible, his pupils would be replaced with cartoons. The way that he looks at you makes you want to retreat deeper into your fortress but you can not move unless you want to block him out of your sight and despite how much you should, you find yourself still allowing your orbs to dart back into his. “It’s really soft at first but then, aish, it gets so loud. It’s so adorable.”

You roll your eyes at him before yawning for the umpteenth time in your conversation. The repeated action does not go unnoticed. “Are you tired?”
“I am.” He retreats under the sheets beside you. A part of him dares himself to itch closer to you but the fear of rejection is too great for him to bear. “But never too tired for you.” The ravenette leans closer, his dark orbs train on your own in content. You laugh softly at his words, causing the boy to shake his head at your response. “I mean that." 

His sudden mood change makes you swallow hard. "I know, Jungkook.”
“No, I don’t think you do.” The nineteen-year-old rasps as he moves closer. “It worries me so much, how you’re here but also aren’t.” He timidly leans his hand out to stroke your cheek. A thousand waves crash within you at his touch and you feel like you can breathe for the first time since your soulmate clock had worn out. He opens his mouth to speak, but falls short of saying anything. “I just want you to be healthy… I don’t want to have to worry about you anymore." 

"Jungkook,” your voice cracks. “I-I love Jimin." 

Your words has the boy shutting his eyes in pain. "Don’t think of anything,” Pain laces each syllable that escapes him. “Don’t say anything, not a single word.” His hand, though calloused, gently cups the apple of your cheek. “I don’t care about that… I’m okay. I just want you.” His voice cracks. 

“You deserve better than this, Jungkook.” You murmur quietly while squeezing his hand, as though to coax him, but it only makes him feel worse.

A dew jewel escapes his eyes and he swallows hard. “There’s nothing better than you. I’m meant for you.” He swallows hard. “You’re just so perfect that it makes me scared that you’re going to leave me… Will you promise me that you won’t leave?" 

The obvious answer is that you won’t because the honest to god truth is that the thought never crossed your mind. Seeing Jungkook, the boy who usually boasted with confidence and oozed the epitome of contentment so fragile, so vulnerable, it cripples you to your core. 

"I promise that I won’t leave.” You lean closer to him. He quickly embraces you, as if to shield you from the rest of the cold, broken world and kisses your forehead. “You should sleep, Jungkook… I can’t continue to let you go on like this." 

"I don’t need sleep.” You gingerly part the fringe in hair before rubbing away the small indentation of a frown in his forehead. Jungkook wilts under your touch. His claim is faulty and the both of you know it. It is only a mere implication of Jungkook’s worry of you not being there when he wakes up. Jungkook nods at your silence. He knows better than to push you. As much as he knows of the flower garden that has bloomed within you for Jimin, there is also the single rose that has begun to manifest in the same place. 

It is heart shattering that you do not keep your promise. 

With a romantic haste, Jimin runs out of class the second he hears Jungkook’s frantic voice on the other line. The broken timbre of the younger’s voice immediately has the amber-haired boy grabbing his laptop and racing out to his car quicker than he can manage. 

“Jungkook!” The older boy cries as he races into the waiting room of the hospital. His hands tremble and tear-stained cheeks adorn his face. The natural light in the boy’s eyes is gone as he stares at Jungkook who sits rigidly on the chair. “Y/N? Where is she? What happened?" 

Jungkook’s head falls into his hands. "Sh-she’s been coughing so much lately. I-i was just talking to her,” He twiddles his thumbs. His lungs burn and he can barely breathe. He wheezes once, twice, three times. 

Jimin’s heart breaks into a million pieces at the sight of your lifeless body on the hospital bed. “I’ll be there to see you.” He whimpers as he races to your side, his entire body tremors. “I won’t let you leave me like this. I-I-I can’t.” He chokes out the words.

“I’ll come to get you, I promise. Just stay a little longer.” Jungkook stammers over his own words that he speaks to you, his hand squeezing yours. His white shirt is stained with tears. He lays his head on your stomach - his tears now soak the bed sheets.

Jimin’s entire body trembles as he stares at your lifeless body. Realization hits him like an avalanche. He swallows hard, involuntary jerks escape him. “J-Jungkook-” he stammers.

And for a split second, both of their eyes meet. Their breaths hitch at the prospect of being united in sadness for the one, perfect being that brought them happiness. 

“Yes, hyung?” Jungkook’s vision blurs as he glances over at the older boy.
Jimin takes in a deep breath. “I-If she wakes up - if she doesn’t die,” He pulls his hand roughly from yours. He coughs - the condition of his soulmate, - you -, wears on him. “-and she wakes up– you love her, okay?" 

"What?” Jungkook’s eyes widen at his words. Even if he had been your soulmate, he knew all too well your love for Jimin. He knew that you were all too aware of the consequences of loving him and decided against it head on.
Jimin ignores the boy’s confusion. “You love her, okay? Promise me that you’ll love her just as much as I do. Promise me that you won’t let anything in this world harm her.” Jimin’s heart rattles against his rib cage as he says this, “Make her happier than I ever did. No-” He cuts himself off. He only speaks in choppy sentences as he stands up. “-make her forget I ever existed. I know what she’ll say but whatever you do, make her love you." 

And in that moment, Jungkook saw the boy that you fell in love with. He saw Jimin as the boy who held all your broken pieces together and mended them. He saw the darling boy that you liked in first grade, loved in seventh, and gave away your happiness in twelfth, and would willingly die for now. 

Jungkook could see the adoration in Jimin’s eyes whenever he heard any mention of you - let alone when he was around you. It crippled him to his core to see someone see you in the same, unadulteratedly beautiful way that was meant to be sacred to him, and him alone, but nevertheless, he nodded wordlessly to Jimin; otherwise acknowledging that he would keep his promise.

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This is not the end!  Also, sorry for the long wait! Feel free to send feedback or reactions. x

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by bottomkookie

Genre: romance/fluff/love
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 5398 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.





The first time he got kissed on the cheek

It was a new year and school started once again. Everyone was excited of going back to school. You may have played the entire summer with Jimin and Taehyung, but you were excited to get back to school. You’ve had many sleepovers and outings with the two boys meanwhile Jungkook wasn’t able to join you because of his trip in The U.S .His parents were business travelers so they had to go around the world quite frequently which caused you guys to be separated for the entire summer. You didn’t complain and played with Jimin and Taehyung, but you still missed the boy so badly.

Taehyung always tried his best to fill your best friend’s spot but it was no use, because no one could replace Jungkook in your heart. You missed playing with his hair and dressing him up with your girly clothes. You missed playing tag and holding hands while walking in the attraction park. You may have have been only 9 years old but Jungkook was your crime partner and your best ally. You still had lots of fun with Jimin and Taehyung, but every time you’d play or do something, it’d remind you momentarily of Jungkook who was far away from you. The boy sent you a few letters with his adventures and he always made sure he mentioned how much he missed you and the boys.

This time you were going to finally see him after 3 months because school was back and you were so excited. You invited Taehyung and Jimin over so that they can help you pick out your outfit for the first day of school. The boys were still boys and fashion was still far away in their brains.

Jimin playing a game on his nintendo console meanwhile Taehyung who was laying on your bed playing with all of your plushies. He was casually giving out tea to the dolls as talking to them as if they were his friends. He especially took a liking to Sailor Moon the blonde doll who was supposedly his girlfriend. It was a usual thing for him to get attached to inanimate objects

“There’s no more tea” Taehyung would pout as he’d reverse the teapot upside down to show there’s no tea left

“Tae, please.” Jimin would sigh before adding “There’s no tea in that teapot.”

“Stop breaking my dreams” Taehyung would hug the plushie tight in his arms

“Isn’t that Y/N’s Doll?” Jimin points at the sailor moon doll

“Don’t talk to my girlfriend Sailor moon” Taehyung holds the doll defensively

“Dude, you need to stop playing with dolls and plushies. We turned nine and Sailor moon is not your girlfriend” Jimin rolls his eyes

“Yes she is”

“No she’s not!!”

You suddenly got back to the room with your orange juice in a hand while you had a package in your other little arm. You were quite surprised to see Taehyung and Jimin arguing while you were away. Jimin doesn’t waste time to pause his game and go get the package from your arms. Even if he was a nine year old boy, he knew how to be a little gentlemen.His little gestures never failed to bring you a smile and a little sense of melancholy within you. His actions were getting similar to Jungkook’s. If Jungkook was there he’d actually try taking the box and the juice from your arms, because that’s how much he was concerned about you. You could say that Taehyung and Jimin did a great job at filling the empty spot of Jungkook in his absence but you’d still miss him dearly.

“I got this” Jimin grabs the box from you

“Thanks, chimchim” You smile before asking “But,What’s going on guys? I heard you fighting” you ask as you push the door

“ It’s just Taehyung who’s freaking out about your Sailor Moon doll” Jimin rolls his eyes “ I told him that we’re getting too old to play with these kinds of toys”

“Jungkook loved that doll too” You’d suddenly pout “I miss jungkook”

“Jungkook is not dead Y/N. He’s just in another country “Jimin ruffles your hair

“But still…” you feel the tears reaching up your eyes

“kookie said he’ll be back for school right?” Taehyung shots up from bed “Y/N, don’t be sad.We’ll reunite in three days” he pats your shoulder

“It would’ve been so much more fun if he was there for the summer” You play with your fingers

“Why do I feel offended now” Jimin pouts “My heart aches for some reason…”

“Face it, Jimin-ah. We can’t replace the spot of her best friend” Taehyung sighed “Y/N, come here” he opens his arms

You sniff and wipe off your salty tears before getting in Taehyung’s tiny embrace. Taehyung would play with your hair as you’d hug him back tightly. The boy knew his ways to comfort you. He may have been the most childish out of the three boys, but he was the one who knew how to bring back a smile onto anyone’s face. Taehyung didn’t like to see his friends in tears and he’d do whatever it’d take to wipe off the tears on your face.

“Wooahhh…Y/N!!!” Taehyung suddenly exclaims “Did you change your shampoo?! It smells like strawberries!!!”

“Yeah, my mom changed it up” You chuckle as you separate yourself from his hug

“I need to get the same shampoo!!” Taehyung jumps on his toes

“Of course he’d say something like that” jimin replies “Stop sniffing Y/N and playing with her dolls.”

“Why would I do that?! I have the right to do whatever I want!” Taehyung argues

“Why do you constantly copy Y/N!!!? You always ask to get the same thing as her whenever we order food. You always ask her where she buy her toys and now you even want the same shampoo” Jimin replies

“Don’t be harsh on Taetae” you touch jimin’s shoulder “He just happens to like the same things as me. It’s okay!! Do you want to me to share with you too?” you ask jimin

“Forget it” Jimin rolls his eyes

“Are you jealous or something?” Taehyung pulls his tongue out

“So what if I am?! You never play with me!!!Ever since Jungkook left for the states, you only have eyes for Y/N!!”

“Y-You wanted to play with me? “ Taehyung would blink

“WHY ARE YOU SO DUMB” Jimin would sigh “YES I WANTED TO PLAY WITH YOU. It’s been a while since we played fight. Playing with Y/N is cool, but I miss playing just with the boys!I miss playing with you and jungkook…”

It has been indeed a while since the boys got quality time together. Whenever they met up, you were there and they didn’t want to sound too aggressive by playing fight when you were with them. They knew that you were still broken over how Jungkook left for the summer and they wanted to treat you with delicacy for the time being,which resulted with Taehyung giving a 100% of his attention to you and not to jimin. They knew you were fragile and on the verge of tears every time jungkook was mentioned in a sentence.

“Oh…so that was the problem” your eyes rounded “I’m sorry if you felt that way, Chimchim” You pat his shoulder “I just happen to be a cry baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take Taehyung away from you”

“Don’t blame yourself Y/N” Jimin holds onto your hand “This is not your fault”

“But you were so mean with me” Taehyung pouts

“That’s because you’re my friend” Jimin would comment awkwardly

“Group hug!” you open your arms

You hug both of them while ruffling their silky hair.

“Now that the fight is solved. Can you guys help me pick out an outfit for the first day of school?” You said with excitement in your eyes

That’s how you were now digging through the package that had all the clothing items you bought with your mother a few days before.You didn’t seem satisfied at all for some reason.You wanted to look memorable for that day.Jungkook was going to be there and it was going to be your first day of school too.

“ Do you like Sailor Moon that much?” Jimin chuckles as he stares at Taehyung who’s hugging firmly the blonde doll

“You guys may not know it, but Jungkook has a secret crush on Sailormoon” you giggled

“Really?! Taetae, Jungkook would kill you if he was there. Sailormoon is his girlfriend not yours” Jimin remarks “You know how possessive he gets with the things he likes”

“I had a date with her already so she’s mine!!”Taehyung retorts “Jungkook never put dabs on her, so I took her”

“But she’s sixteen! How can you expect to date a girl that is sixteen when you’re nine years old?” Jimin tilted his head to the side

“Just wait till she come out of the tv” Taehyung nods

“She can’t come out of tv Taehyung-ah. She’s a fictional character.” Jimin pokes Taehyung

“She’s so pretty though” Taehyung smiles like a fool

After digging through your clothes you find this one pink dress that looked quite cute.

“What do you think of this pink dress?” You ask Taehyung

“Hmmm…Don’t you have something shinier?” Taehyung blinks “With lots of glitter!”

“I don’t think so” you reply while digging through your closet

“This guy just likes glitters, don’t pay attention to him.” Jimin sighs “Why would you want to wear a dress though? I always wear pants and it’s comfortable.”

“I want to look special! It’s the first day of school!” You reply

“Pants won’t make you special?” Jimin tilts his head to the side

“I don’t feel like wearing pants” you frown

“Sorry, I’m just not familiar with the whole skirt and dresses thing!” Jimin scratches the back of his head “I like skirts and dresses too though! I just thought that girls would wear them for special occasions”

“I just want to look special” you comment

“ I want to look special too though…” Taehyung comments

“We’re still kids, you don’t need to worry about these kind of things” Jimin nudged you

“I still want to look pretty” You argue

“YEAH. LET HER BE. SHE WANTS TO LOOK PRETTY!” Taehyung takes your side

“Oh …I think I get it” Jimin gives you a sneaky glance “Is it because Jungkook is going to show up that day?”

“I-I…n-no!” you stutter and shake your head in denial

“It’s a hundred percent for him” Jimin chuckles “Why would you dress up for Jungkook though?” He blinks “Do you like him or something?”

Jimin was getting sneakier as he grew up and that part of him was making you slightly embarrassed and enraged for some reason. He knew how to get on your nerves and pick a fight.You liked jungkook and that was a fact. He was your closest friend. What was there to not like about him?! He was charming with a breathtaking smile and gorgeous hair. He was a boy that prioritized you over his other friends. A boy that treated you like a rose and not like another guy friend.

“NOOO!!!!” You shout as you feel your cheeks heat up

“Then why do you want to dress up?”

“She likes dressing up! What’s so wrong about that?!” Taehyung takes your side

“It’s the first day of school and Jungkook is coming back from his long trip! I just asked for help to pick an outfit! Why are you always digging through weird stuff?” You frown at jimin

“I don’t know, but my mom told me that girls like to dress up to impress the guy they like” Jimin giggles

“That’s NOT TRUE” you reply

“Are you saying that you don’t like jungkook?” Taehyung blinks innocently “Jungkook would feel so sad and disappointed if he heard this” Taehyung pouts

“Jungkook is my best friend. Of course I like him” you stare back at Taehyung

“Then you like him.”Jimin concludes “Okay then that’s all good. I got the information I needed “he smirks

You felt like hitting Jimin for some reason but you chose to shrug it off for the sake of Jungkook. After all, the boy was coming back in three days and you were so excited. It was a very fun after noon where you got to pick an outfit and have a cool sleepover with Taehyung and Jimin.As you went to bed you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t going to be able to sleep.You were so excited to see Jungkook again that you wouldn’t wait for the day you’d meet him again.

The day

It was finally the day you waited for the entire summer. Jungkook just got off the plane the day before at night and he was now going to meet you up at school. Little Jungkook who was still jet lagged and couldn’t walk in a straight line. The boy was tired but knowing that he’ll be able to see you was enough for him to feel energized.

“You need to sleep more jungkook-ah” his mom would try putting him to sleep

“I’ll really get to see Y/N, tomorrow?” He’d ask for the hundredth time

“I already said yes” His mother would sigh before ruffling his hair “You must really like her a lot. You talked about her the entire summer”

“She’s my first friend” Jungkook replies shyly

“Oh really? I thought Taehyungie was your first friend” his mom smiles softly

“Y/N is the first girl I became friends with, so she’s special” Jungkook grins

“Then she must have a really special place in your heart, huh?” His mother taps his nose

“Yes she does” Jungkook nods

It may have seemed like you’re the only one who missed him for the entire summer, but it was definitely not true. You had Taehyung and Jimin by your side, but for Jungkook it was another story. He was all alone and he couldn’t even understand English which made it ten times worse. He may have spent more time with his parents, but he would pout whenever they’d reach a fun place. He wanted to show you all of these amazing places, but he was so powerless. What could a nine year old boy do?

The night went by quickly and it was finally morning. You could say that he dressed his best for that first day of school. He was going to impress many girls and break many little hearts with that attire he got from the U.S. Jungkook was now back from Boston and he learned a few little words in English. His skin was slightly tanned and his black hair was still silkier than ever. He stayed the same and his bunny teeth were still there. He didn’t change, he was still your best friend.

Jungkook’s mom dropped him off at the gates and the boy sighed while drinking on apple juice. He may have been wearing pricey clothing items as he went to many events the entire summer but he still missed his friends. He kicked the ground with his little nike sports shoes while pressing his back on the bricked wall. He adjusted his Yankees baseball jacket while ruffling his hair a few times. Jungkook was indeed lonely and his behavior was showing how much he yearn for a friend to give him a hug.

“JUNGKOOK-AH!!!!”  Your little voice shouted

It wasn’t long before jungkook’s smile that disappeared for the entire summer was finally back on his face. He could recognize you right away from the ruffles of that pink dress you loved so much. Jimin and Taehyung were both on each side of you walking to him meanwhile you were running to Jungkook. His apple juice was now dropped on the ground and he was running to your direction too.

“I missed you SO SO SO MUCH!!!” you sling your slim arms around his little neck

Jungkook smells like vanilla for some reason and you can recognize his non-usual scent.He changed up his shampoo and even his clothing style. Even if the boy was physically different, he still looked like your best friend and you were thankful that he stayed the same

“Y/N!!! I MISSED YOU EVEN MORE” Jungkook pulled you in his little embrace and got all confused to notice how you didn’t fit that well in his embrace anymore.

Wait, there’s something different about her, Jungkook would ponder in his head

“One second “He’d pull away from you to stare at you for two seconds and analyze what was this situation

“W-What’s wrong?” you panic momentarily for two seconds

What if he didn’t like you anymore? What he was going to push you away? What if he found a better friend in the states? It was a mental break down for you and you could feel that little panic arise through you.

“ It’s just that…something changed “ He stares at you from head to toe before coming to the realization “Whoa, you actually got taller” He’d blink at you

“Oh god. I thought you were going to tell me you didn’t want to be my friend or something “You held on your chest

“Do I seem that much like a jerk?” Jungkook nudged you “I’d never do that…but I can’t get it. You grew so tall. You reached me now” he’d compare his height to yours

“Yeah, I’ve been told many times” You giggle “My mom said I grew 2 inches taller”

A lot happened in the summer, such as you growing a few inches taller and reaching up jungkook’s height quite fastly. The boy was in awe at how you grew up so fastly during the summer, but he still was stuck with the same height. Meanwhile Jimin was struggling to grow taller and Taehyung didn’t even understand what was that fuss about getting taller.

“I wish I could grow taller too” Jungkook kicks the ground with a slight pout

“My mom said that girls usually grow taller before boys” you reply

“Is that so?” Jungkook plays with his hair “When will it be my turn…” he’d sigh

“Don’t make that face jungkook! Do you know how much I missed you?!!” you grab his hand in yours and Jungkook feels flustered for some reason

“O-Oh, I missed you too” jungkook would suddenly turn shy

“Let me cry a river now” Jimin wiped off his fake tears

“I missed jungkook too” Taehyung comments before tears reach up his eyes

“It’s only been three months. Come on Tae, be a man!” jimin nudges Taehyung’s shoulder

“Jungkook-ah” Taehyung opened his arms to welcome jungkook

“TaeTae” Jungkook smiled as he hugged Taehyung back “Everything was cool while I was away?”

“Tell me about it. Y/N was a mess” Taehyung whispers to jungkook

“Y/N was a mess?” Jungkook’s eyes rounded as he turned to look at you

“TAEHYUNG that’s so rude” You frown at taehyung  in embarrassment

“She’d talk about you every day. Promise me you won’t fly away next summer, cause’ I need some mental support too” Taehyung fakes a sob

“Why are you saying that!” you hit taehyung’s arm as you furrow your brows

“Really?” Jungkook chuckles before nudging you with a playful smile “I actually did the same” he’d feel heat creep up his cheeks “I missed her more than what I thought…”

“Jungkook understands” you smile as you grab his hand once again “Please don’t ever go away, It felt lonely without you” you pout at jungkook

“To that extent?” Jungkook chuckles before putting his tiny arm around your shoulder

“I feel very offended now” Jimin glares at you “I thought we were your friends too”

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way” you bite on your bottom lip

“Come on Jimin, don’t be like that. You know that her best friend is jungkook” Taehyung nudges jimin “We can’t take his place”

“Are you guys okay?” Jungkook furrow his brows at this awkward tension between jimin and Taehyung

“I was just kidding ! Take a joke!” jimin chuckles

“Taehyung and Jimin only fought the entire summer” You sighed

“Why would you tell him such a useless detail?” Jimin frowned “Plus, I didn’t even got to welcome back jungkook.”

“That’s because you keep on wanting to be cool. You said that cool guys don’t hug each other” Taehyung mimicked Jimin and you laughed

“I’ll show you how to welcome back a friend while staying cool “Jimin bragged before coming up to jungkook “What’s up bro” Jimin bro fisted jungkook

“Jimin-ah” Jungkook grins “It’s been a while! You became a little chubby around the cheeks” Jungkook giggles before pulling on jimin’s cheeks

“I’ve been eating and drinking lots of milk! You see, I want to grow tall” Jimin replies proudly

“ I’ve been trying to do that too, but it just doesn’t seem to work” Jungkook pouts

“Tell me about it, Y/N what do you eat to grow so fastly?!” Jimin kicks the ground

“You’ll tell me right?” Jungkook whisper in your ears as you chuckle  “Forget about jimin and tell me!!”

“RUDE” Jimin scoffs “Y/N will tell me first!” jimin pulls your arm “I may love you jungkook-ah, but I was the one who played with Y/N for the entire summer”

“No way, Y/N is my best friend.” Jungkook frowns “I’m keeping her.”

“No need to fight. She already gave me the secret” Taehyung replies in a very Zen tone

“You told him?” Jungkook feels a little disappointed to know that you already shared a secret with Taehyung

“Come Taetae, Tell them” you nudge Taehyung

“She said something about eating vegetables” Taehyung sighs “I hate vegetables though…”

“ Come TaeTae, don’t be picky” you ruffle his hair

After getting in class for a few hours it was finally lunch and you had planned to eat with your friends at that little picnic table.You made sure to not leave jungkook’s sight for even a second.The boy would have to ask you to let him go so that he does his business in the bathroom. That’s how much you missed him and you were going to make sure he spends the entire day with you no matter what.

“Did you learn any  english words while going to the states, jungkook?” You ask jungkook as you both sit on the table

“True, you must have learned a few words didn’t you?” Jimin nods while staring at his friend

“ Ugh…yeah” Jungkook replies awkwardly

“ I know this face a bit too well. It means he did not learn anything” Taehyung giggles

“No! I did learn some…some words” Jungkook scratches the back of his head in embarssament

“Like what?” Jimin blinks

Pardon” Jungkook would suddenly say

Pardon? What is that?” You chuckle “It sounds kind of funny!”

“It means sorry” Jimin comments “You definitely need more English training, my friend” jimin pats jungkook’s shoulder

“Ugh, leave me alone. I left for vacation not for school” Jungkook would pout

“It’s okay jungkook-ah, we’re all black holes when it comes to speak English anyways” Taehyung laughs

“What did you guys do during the time I was away though?” Jungkook asked

“We played tag and we tried teaching Y/N how to swim but…”Jimin would sigh “ Y/N does not want to get in the water”

“Why?” Jungkook would blink at you

“She’s afraid of water or something! I swear she refuses to get deeper and learn to swim. She’s freaking out whenever the water reaches her knees” jimin comments

“Oh, If I’d knew, I would’ve helped you out… but I wasn’t even there” Jungkook pouts

“No need Jungkook-ah! I don’t need to know how to swim” you play with his hair

“ She said you’d be there for her forever” Taehyung giggles and you feel your cheeks blush

“Oh really?” jungkook raises a brow

“Will you be there for me forever jungkook-ah?” Taehyung puckered his lips

“I think you can take care of your own self” Jungkook cringes his face at taehyung

“Unfair treatement” Taehyung pouts “PLEASE LOVE ME”

“In your dreams” jungkook laughs “what else did you guys do?”

“Well, I also got a new girlfriend” Taehyung adds

“A new Girlfriend?” Jungkook’s eyes rounded

“He stole Sailor Moon away from you Jungkook.” Jimin suddenly commented

“HEY! I LIKED SAILOR MOON BEFORE YOU!” jungkook frowns at Taehyung

“I just thought she was beautiful. Why can’t I like her too? I even had a date with her” Taehyung brags

“I’m not fighting over a girl” Jungkook sighs in defeat “You can take her, I’ll find a real girlfriend when I grow up”

“You said it! Sailor moon is mine then!!” Taehyung replies

“Yeah you can take her. She’s an anime character” Jungkook smirks

“Sailor Moon is still pretty gorgeous. Will we find girls like her when we grow up?” Jimin asks

“OF course!” You smiled at Jimin “I can tell that you’ll find a beautiful wife Jimin-ah”

“I’ve been searching for a wife since kindergarten. Why are they so hard to get?” jimin pouts

“We are kids Jimin-ah, think about finding a wife later please” Jungkook sighs “can’t we just play tag instead? I hate kisses and lovey dovey things” he cringes his face

“They always say that, but he’ll eventually be the first to get kissed in the end” Jimin giggles

You opened your lunch box and the boys did the same .You laughed the second you saw Taehyung cringing his face at the contents of his lunch box.

“Guys, my mom only packed me vegetables for lunch” Taehyung sighs “I hate carrots!”

“Give them to Jungkook, I’m sure he should love them.” Jimin relpies

“Why me?! I don’t like it either!” jungkook pouts

“I thought bunnies ate carrots though, why are you an exception to the rule?” Jimin taps on his chin

“Probably because I’m not an actual bunny” Jungkook rolls his eyes

“You can give them to me” You pat Taehyung’s arm “I like carrots. Do you want to share lunch with me then?” you offer

“Do you have anything like banana milk or something?” Taehyung asks

“I have banana yogurt” You reply

“For sure, I’d take that” Taehyung smiles

You’d eat lunch and it wasn’t long before you felt a little hand creep up your braid and you jumped in fright. You turn around to look at jungkook who was trying to touch your hair god only knows why.

“Y-You scared me!” you put a hand over your heart

“Can I touch your hair?” Jungkook would look at your hair in fascination

“Why?” you ask

“It just looks different and I wonder how it must feel like” he blinks

“My mom braided my hair this morning” You smile

“Exactly, I never saw this in my entire life” Jungkook comments “You call this a braid?”

“You’re so silly Jungkookie” you chuckle

“That’s because he avoids girls way too much” Jimin shows up

“I don’t avoid girls!” Jungkook frowns

“Oh please, Kookie. You really need to start playing with the other girls! They won’t bite you! In fact they’re all nice” Jimin nods

“Just leave him alone” You reply to jimin

“Is Jungkook aware that you like him?” Jimin suddenly spits out

“Yah, why would you bring such a weird topic while I’m enjoying my banana yogurt!” Taehyung nudges jimin “Let them be and let me eat my food in peace”

“ Y-Y/N likes me?” Jungkook blinks at this random information

He knew that you were very straightforward with the things you liked from the moment you hugged him in kindergarten and told him you loved him. It was probably just the way you were and he didn’t had to feel that concerned, but he couldn’t help but feel shy for some reason.

“Of course she does. I like you too jungkook-ah” Taehyung eats a spoonful of his yogurt

“Not that kind of like” Jimin rolls his eyes “You know, she likes you”

“Stop saying weird things Park Jimin. Seriously, why are you like this?” you hit his arm

“ I’m just stating what I heard from her a few days ago” Jimin lifts his hand in defense “ It’s up to you to define what liking you means”

“I like him because he’s my best friend!” you reply in defense

“I like her too though. Why would this be a problem?” Jungkook raises a brow

“I don’t know, you guys deal with yourselves. I’m just saying” Jimin keeps on eating his lunch

Jungkook chooses to ignore his friend and focus on you instead. Something caught your attention for now and it was jungkook’s attire. He was dressed differently and his clothes looked more amazing than the usual. You were fascinated by the leather on his jacket as you run your tiny fingers over the fabric.

“What is this? It’s so cool” You pat the fabric

“Do you like it?” Jungkook gives you a little smug look

“Whoa look at him bragging in front of us” jimin would gossip to taehyung

“Let him be, he can brag all he wants. He still had to travel the entire summer, while we played tag for three months” Taehyung sighs “why are my parents so poor?”

“Whoa!! I really love your new jacket!” you reply

“My mom bought it for me when we were in Boston” he grins shyly “I actually brought a present for you.” Jungkook smiles

“For me?!” you exclaim

“Of course he did” Jimin sighed

“Why are you acting like a jealous girlfriend jimin, get over yourself” Taehyung chuckles

Jimin was at that age where he wanted people to pay him more attention and the fact that jungkook just came back from a trip and took all the attention made him feel like he was left out. It was an unavoidable behavior that kids of his age would have. Jungkook and Taehyung would be bond to go through this too, but for now, it was only Jimin who was struggling and wanting all the attention.

Jungkook on his side unzipped his new backpack and took out a little pink box.Your eyes got sparkly at the sight of that little box. You knew that Jungkook never forgot about you and he even brought you a gift before coming back from his trip.If truth was to be said, the boy thought about what to give you for the entire summer and he finally figured it out 2 days before coming back. He wanted this gift to be meaningful for both of you.He wanted to give you a gift that you’d remember even after you both grow up and turn into adults.

“It’s really for me?” you blink in awe at the pink little box

“Yes, it’s just for you” Jungkook hands it to you before that blush crept up his cheeks “I don’t know if you’ll like it or not though…”

You didn’t waste time and opened the little box. Your lips curved into a smile as you saw what was inside the tiny box. It was a pink Bowtie and jungkook still remembered that you loved bows so much. You were so happy at the sight of that glittering hair accessory meanwhile jungkook was getting more embarrassed as the seconds passed by.

“ I thought that since you lent me your hair clip when we were five, I should give you something in return…” he’d ruffle his hair very awkwardly

“Thank you so much Jungkook-ah!” You reply “I’ll cherish it forever” you hugged the bowtie on your chest

“I’m happy you like it” Jungkook blushes

“I love you so much, jungkook-ah! You’re the best friend ever!!” you sling your tiny arms around his neck and press your child lips on his rosy baby cheek

Jungkook is under a mental shock he cannot seem to find himself moving from the position he’s in. He just got kissed on the cheek by a girl and this girl happened to be you. Jungkook the boy who despised kisses and things that involved his cheeks was now blushing and embarrassed while holding onto his cheek. It was his first kiss on the cheek and he was going to remember it for the rest of his life. He was going to remember that it was you who gave it to him. The first girl that gave him a kiss. His one and only Best Friend.He was going to remember that moment even in the after life,because that was how important you were for him.