really liked learning more about Yoongi. You liked that he didn’t need to
whisper all of his deepest secrets into your ear because you felt like you
could see into his heart- see who he truly was behind all of the fronts he put
up in front of others.
summary (requested): fluff of peter taking care of (kinda) sick reader which ultimately ends up with peter getting sick? please and thanks x :)
a note: this is like, so fluffy because i’m still shaken from all the infinity war news and i needed something good in my life. enjoy ♡
“get out. i have the plague.”
she had skipped school for the day and peter being the worried boyfriend he is, stopped by to see if she was doing alright.
“you have a cold, stop being so dramatic.” peter sat himself on the opposite side of the couch y/n was lying dying on.
“i don’t get sick often, but when i do, i’m fairly certain my body is trying to kill me,” she whined, glancing at the pile of tissues that had accumulated on the floor next to her, “i hate it.”
peter couldn’t help but feel sorry for her, seeing her wrapped up in a blanket with her nose all red and dry from the constant blowing of her nose. he also thought it was the most adorable thing in the world.
“stop looking at me like that peter, or i’ll have to come over there and cough on you or something.”
that was another thing, she was irritable as hell.
“sorry,” she coughed, “what i meant to say is i’m pissed because i’m sick and you’re not so that means we can’t cuddle.”
“who said we can’t?”
before he made to her side of the couch, she placed a fuzzy sock clad foot on his chest, pushing him back.
“not so fast bucko, we can’t have queens newest hero sick now can we?”
he huffed, sometimes he regrets telling her that, she uses it against him all the time, “even if i wasn’t, then could we?”
she shrugged, “maybe. either way, i just don’t wanna get you sick.”
peter really wasn’t content with that answer but also knew better than to not listen to her.
“what can i do to help then? i’m, if not anything, helpful.” he said, hopping up to his feet.
“uh,” she peered into the kitchen, her brain rapid firing various things she could want at her, “i guess i could use some tea or something. that’s easy enough for you.”
he scoffed, “is that how little you think of me? not capable of using a basic kitchen appliance, pouring hot water into a mug and then putting a bag in it. cmon, y/n, this is simple.”
“simple.” she repeated, nodding her head.
after listening to peter crash and bang around in the kitchen for ten minutes, he finally returned with her tea, unharmed.
“impressive.” she teased as he sat the cup on the table beside her.
he winked, “i’m more than just a pretty face.”
“aw, i like you.” she smiled.
he pressed a kiss to her unusually warm forehead, “i like you too.”
roughly two days later
now this was a sight to see, peter, in his bed, tissues surrounding him.
“don’t you say it, i know, you told me so and now i have the plague. i knew i shouldn’t have stayed for so long. the germs. they travel.”
y/n stood in the doorway of his room, dressed in an oversized sweater and sweatpants.
“mmm, since we’re both sick now we can cuddle.”
“sounds a little counter productive.”
“i can leave, if that’s what you prefer.” she said, starting to slowly back up.
“no! NO. please stay i’m dying.”
she rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and sliding into bed next to him. peter wrapped both his arms around her and put his head in the crook of her neck.
“damn, okay, we’re extra cuddly today.”
“i can stop, if that’s what you prefer.”
“no! NO. this is good,” she let out a heavy breath, this time she got to kiss his unusually warm forehead, “this is good.”
e n d
another note: someone teach me how to write a good ending?? cus i don’t know how?? help??
There are a lot of shitty things this world has to offer, but the worst two ones? One’s being the heartbreaker and one’s being the heartbroken.
And I know it hurts on your end. I see it in your eyes. I see it when you cry, when you wake up at night and scream my name in the darkness, when you whisper to your friends about all of the things I can’t change, but I wish you could see how this is tearing me to shreds too. How I stay up wondering why I’ll never be good enough for the only person who made me feel something. Why I messed up too badly for this to ever work again. This side hurts too, I promise. It’s sitting up subtracting your future from mine and coming up with a number so negative, my bones shake.
Because you’ll love again. I have no doubt about that. You will love again and it will be more beautiful than anything you’ve ever experienced, because one day you will find someone with the capability to love you back. And they will be lucky. They will be so goddamn lucky because when you love, you love hard, and you will love them. You will love them so much, you won’t be able to breathe, but they will finally resuscitate you when you are feeling these things instead of plunging you under water, and it will be so beautiful and so worth this heartbreak, my heart won’t be able to take it.
Because I’ll never be able to love like you do. Because someday you’ll move on and I’ll always have to live with this. And if it makes you less sad, I’ll say I’m sorry, because I am. But the saddest thing about this is that you’ll be okay in the end.
A letter from the heartbreaker to the heartbroken
Hey everyone! So I’m most likely posting the requested Jungkook smut today, and I’m going to be writing an angst soon. It’s playlist based, and I was wondering who you guys wanted it to be! I have the idea for it, I just need someone in place for the guy :). Don’t be afraid to put in an ask to say who you want. Again, requests are open, as I’m (finally) done with summer work!