Summary: In which you help Bucky combat a sleepless night by going on a night drive.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2,366
A/N: Oh hey, it’s me. I guess I’m back.
The screaming starts late that night. Or maybe it starts early that morning; it’s too dark outside your window to be sure of the time.
Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes is easier said than done. Your slumber had been a deep one, as the fatigue from two sleepless nights in a row had caught up to you. Once your head hit the pillow, you were convinced nothing could possibly wake you up.
Nothing except the sound of Bucky’s screams in the room down the hall from yours.
somehow smuggles a pet into his dorm even though they're strictly prohibited and his roommate is probably allergic (it's fine, he's sure of it,,.. he hopes)
the kid you didn't know was in your class all year because they sit in the back and never speak up (seriously has he always been in this class?)
is friends with everyone on campus but doesn't know half of their names. probably also on a first name basis with his professors, honestly
asks to compare homework constantly. he knows his answers are right, and yours are probably wrong, he just wants to feel better about himself
STILL plays pokémon go in between classes. doesn't realize he's about to walk into a fountain until it's too late (how convenient that his overdue essay is ruined)
takes his finals in glitter pen because he forgot literally every writing utensil back at the dorm and it's his LAST HOPE, OKAY? IT'S BETTER THAN THE IDIOT USING RED PEN NEXT TO HIM (probably yugyeom let's be real)
accidentally ends up in an upperclassmen lecture but by the time he actually pays enough attention to notice, it's too awkward to get up and leave. learns a great deal about civil engineering that day, though
It’s why he tries to speed-run the day every single year, in the hopes that maybe, just this once, he’ll out-run all the depressing thoughts and lingering abandonment issues that make their home on his shoulders and maybe, actually, enjoy himself. It’s never worked before, but in the spaces where Keith isn’t an optimist, he’s stubborn enough to see things through.
Keith in general tries to avoid feeling introspective because of his personal belief that getting sad about the things you can’t control is a total waste of time. Thinking about the life he could have had if maybe Mom hadn’t left, if maybe Dad hadn’t gotten sick, if maybe Shiro hadn’t gone to Kerberos- all of it is pointless, because ‘maybes’ don’t change anything. The world doesn’t care about what Keith wants, and he doesn’t expect that to change anytime soon.
So, with the exception of a certain knife and all the mysteries it holds, Keith is usually content with flipping off the past and letting the door hit it on its way out. But there’s just something about birthdays that bring out the masochist in him. The world won’t magically fix itself just because he blew out a few candles and wished for something too little, too late. And yet, it’s still that one wall he throws himself against time and time again, hoping that maybe, just this once, something sticks.
It’s a waste of time and emotional energy. The world doesn’t care about his sadness, and that’s the way he prefers it. The alternative means pity, and Keith refuses to be someone others feel sorry for.
“Happy birthday, Keith!”
This is new.
A cake. Presents. Decorations, even, lighting up the dining room and making it look lived in for once. Someone, multiple someones actually, have their hands on his shoulders, his arms, ruffling his hair. And normally, he’d shrug them off in favor of retreating into himself, because he knows what he has and who he has adds up to a grand total of one at the end of the day, but.
It’s his birthday.
So, as a present to himself, Keith lets himself relax. He even dares to lean back into the hands touching him, and feels a thrill of what might be quiet happiness when someone squeezes his shoulder in acknowledgment. He doesn’t look to see who it is; it doesn’t matter, in the end.
In the background, Coran wails something that was probably a birthday song on a planet ten thousand years in the past. He sounds like he’s dying, but he’s easy enough to tune out. Hunk and Pidge are arguing over the cake; Pidge wants to do some kind of fancy technological display stand, while Hunk insists on sticking to the basics. Privately, Keith agrees with him; he’s always been more of a classics guys, and he’s glad someone here understands that. Next to him, Shiro and Lance are explaining how birthdays are celebrated on Earth to Allura, which leads to a new conversation between the three as they compare and contrast Earth and Altean traditions.
Everyone is off in their own little world. But none of them ever leave the room or him. In fact, Keith is at the center of every conversation around him, listening in as it flows around him. Every now and then, someone casually reaches down and pats him without even breaking stride as they continue talking to someone. It’s a quiet, subtle reminder to Keith that he’s not alone. That he can join in anytime. That he’s allowed to distance himself from the conversation without his teammates (friends (family)) distancing themselves from him. The concept is so new, so novel, that Keith can’t help but stay quiet, content to observe and live in the moment.
Later, after he’s blown out his candles, someone will ask him what he wished for.
“If I tell you, it won’t come true,” Keith teases, in a better mood than he’s been in months. Years, probably. And the others will laugh at his answer and try to bother the truth out of him, but eventually they’ll leave the issue alone. Which Keith is grateful for. Because this wish, if anything, has to come true. He wants to get used to this. He wants to have the time to get used to this. But saying it aloud is dangerous, because that means others can hear it. And if others know about something, then that makes it real, and Keith has had too many possibilities slip through his fingers to let this one go.
Please, let things continue to be this good. Please, let everything stay the same. Just for a little longer. Just for forever.
A/N: Oh thank god I am not the only one! I have a giant teddy bear too… so I would definitely absolutely love to do this reaction. Apologies for posting this late!! I know its been a long time since this was sent in. Happy reading 😊 and I hope you like it!
**gifs are not mine. Credit to the rightful owners. Sourced from google images**
Jin would be so happy and so smiley and giggly he would not be able to help himself
After coming home from tour he found you fast asleep on the couch, probably waiting up for him he assumed. You shuffled around and he saw the Mario plushie had given you before leaving. His eyes lit up and he smiled. He found it so adorable that you kept the plushie with him and used it when sleeping. He found the plushie almost dangling off the edge, but he tucked back into your arms and smiled lovingly at you. He kissed your temple and whispered “Goodnight my baby” before picking you up and taking you up to the bed to let you sleep comfortably.
Yoongi wouldn’t be able to help but smile as he saw you sleeping with the stuffed dog he had given you.
Yoongi felt a sense of strange happiness as he saw you clutching the mini stuffed dog tight to yourself. He chuckled. He admired you for some time before he realized he had been sitting for a very long time. “Oh y/n..” he shook his head and smiled to himself. He stroked your hair gently and kissed you on the top of the head. “Why can’t you cuddle me like this?” he asked your sleeping form, though he knew he wouldn’t get an answer. He smiled softly feeling so warm and fuzzy that he could have kissed you silly right then and there but he held back because he didn’t want to disturb you.
Hoseok would melt into a puddle of goo, totally hyper and excited. He would take pictures of you from various angles, and then wait for you to wake up and show you
Hoseok took pictures from every angle he could think of while you were sleeping cuddled up with the plushie he had given you. After a while when you had woken up he shoved the phone in your face. “Look at you being all cute. its not fair” he pouted. Your eyes widened as you saw hundred pictures of you from different angles, and some that even had him posing next to you. “babe! you are so adorable and you actually kept the plushie with you” he wrapped you up in a tight hug and kissed you all over the face. “I am dating the cutest person ever!!” he said in excitement.
Namjoon would not be able to stop laughing because he found it so cute that you still slept with a small stuffed animal. Might accidentally wake you yo though while trying to be affectionate because he’s clumsy
Giggles erupted from his mouth as he saw your face pushed against the back of the stuffed plushie he had given you. He had to cover his mouth with his hands so as to muffle the sounds. He stepped towards you wanting to kiss you but he ended up tripping on the mattress under the couch and fell on you. You woke up with a start and Namjoon pushed himself off you. “Oh my god I am so sorry for waking you babe. I just wanted to kiss you because you looked so cute sleeping with the plushie I gave you. I am sorry!!” he said all of it in one breath.
Jimin would absolutely melt because he is the type of guy who would love cute lil things like this. So when he would see you, he would admire you and gush to himself on the inside.
Jimin came home from practice to find you sleeping peacefully. He did a double take because the first time he missed the white teddy bear you were clutching to your chest. He moved a bit closer and the smile on his face grew wider as he saw you sleeping with the teddy bear he had given you on your first date. He took out his phone and took a picture of you. He then kissed you softly on the forehead whispering “Sleep well my baby prince/ss” He retreated back out of the bedroom softly. He stared at the picture even after he had taken it, kissing the screen because he just could not get enough of the sheer cuteness.
He would end up waking you, most likely drowning you in kisses and hugs because he would be over the moon about the adorableness of the situation
You eyes fluttered open as you felt his lips onto yours. “Sorry, but I couldn’t resist it” he smiled warmly at you after pulling away. He pecked you again, and then once again. “You still have this?” he asked, taking the teddy bear from your and examining it, running his fingers over the fur. You nodded, yawning. He kissed you on the nose, and hugged you. “You are so cute babe. I love you so much” he swayed you side to side in his arms. He then tucked you back in bed, wrapping the warm blanket around you again, and placing the bear in your arms. He gave you one last look, threw a small flying kiss your way and exited the bedroom.
He would feel so touched that you kept the teddy bear he gave you and used it as a source of comfort. He would find it so cute that he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling. Would probably take pictures and videos as blackmail material for later.
Jungkook smiled so wide when he saw you sleeping with the stuffed panda bear “Thank you “ he said softly so as not to wake you up. He felt so touched that you kept it with you. “I hope that this keeps you safe during the night” he said and gently kissed both of your cheeks. Remembering that it would be good for blackmail later he vlogged the situation on his phone and gushed over how cute you looked sleeping with the plushie he gave you. “Isn’t y/n just the cutest thing ever?” he raved in the vlog. He even took a picture of you and made it his home screen with the intention of taking strength from it in times he needed it.
I hope you liked it!! and please excuse and spelling and grammatical errors :)
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favorite subject: piano & creative writing
least favorite subject: chemistry
voted most likely to: become a famous game show host
haechan is described by his homeroom teacher as ‘popular’, with pretty high grades in all subjects - even the ones he despises, and a personality that’s loud an vibrant it’s only natural that people want to be his friend
although he does have a streak of giving back cheeky answers to teachers, never insulting or rude just a bit too sarcastic
but that just makes him even more popular, because everyone thinks he’s hilarious
his parents are both musically inclined so haechan took every music extracurricular class that was available, the piano teacher basically lets him live in the music room
some older kids had tried to make snarky comments involving haechan’s talent, but he had confidently told them to buzz off with their low college entrance exam scores and well,,,,they never bothered him again
doesn’t skip class often, but when he does it’s totally with jisung and chenle to cause some no good pranks on their friends jeno and renjun
and/or to get snacks down at the corner store, the owner is like “hey shouldnt you be in school??” and haechan is like “oh, it’s national government day so no school!” and the person is always like uh,,,sounds legit and haechan just grins
has he used his cuteness to get free food from the lunch ladies? yeah,,,he has,,,,much to the look of regret on jisung’s face
his other favorite class is creative writing because haechan is imaginative, it’s hard to not notice both his personality and his creativity
and he likes storytelling and songwriting, so even if everyone else is writing cheesy romance hs love plots like haechan’s gonna write his dragon slayer robot apocalypse piano playing hero trilogy - just you watch him
(what im saying is popular boy haechan probably lowkey loves reading magical books and stuff,,, like he might hate science but do i think haechan loves scifi novels??? yeah,,,,look at him)
and you actually have creative writing with haechan this semester, which is funny because ofc you know him
your friends are friends with his friends yada yada, but you’ve like never really given him a thought
one of your friends had a brief crush on him when you were all freshmen, and you’d agreed - something about him was charming
was it the clear, glowing skin? the long eyelashes? the smile that made the room light up? the way you’d made eye contact across the lunchroom and haechan’s eyes , an earthy brown, had sparkled -
ok yeah you totally just thought that “something” about him was charming not like you’d thought about him twice
but being in the same room with him for a whole semester changed that
and it changed it really,,,, really fast
and you weren’t expecting it, coming into class - trying your hardest to listen to other people read their stories, make comments, ask questions
but all you could do was sneak peeks at haechan
who sat at the desk beside yours, closest to the windows
and when a gust of wind would past buy, his hair would ruffle slightly and he’d tap the end of his pencil gently against his lips
whenever the teacher called on him, he’d have something so interesting to say and the chance amount of times he’d look your way
you had to pretend to be scribbling something against your own notes
because what,,,what was happening
you had never thought your crush would end up being haechan and not because he was the school sweetheart or the most athletic kid on the soccer team or any of that stuff from the movies
you just got,,,,entranced,,,, “he’s a wizard, right?” you once rationalized to yourself in bed but what - no c’mon,,,that couldn’t be it
and it wasn’t like haechan didn’t notice,,,,,,
he’d always wondered - when you were both freshman and you’d met eyes in the lunchroom during the first couple of weeks of school
why had you never,,,looked at him again?
it had bugged him, he had even asked mark about it who had graduated and mark just said something about “why do you care? oh,,,,do you like them?”
haechan had gritted his teeth “what are you talking about?”
mark’s cheery laughter came on the other end “only people ask a questions like ‘oh why aren’t they looking at me?’ when they have a crush.”
“you know what mark, i called you for some REAL advice and you’re giving me this baloney. this was dumb, college is making you dumber bye”
mark hadn’t been hurt when haechan hung up the phone, he was too busy chuckling over the fact that haechan 100% was interested in you - and just refused to admit it
or maybe haechan was just as confused as you, he would act like you didn’t phase him at all in creative writing
most of the time he’d concentrate extra hard on staring out the window, or asking questions about other peoples work
because one slip up and he’d have his head down on the desk, hearts floating above his head looking at the way your hair falls over your eyes sometimes, the pretty birthmark on your arm, the cute animals you doodled in your pages when you weren’t listening
haechan did NOT want to fall into that hole - he had seen jisung have crushes before and it was never pretty he acted like a total fOOL
but it was hard,,,you were so cute,,, he’d thought that when he first saw you but high school life had got in the way
now you sat beside each other????? what the heCK was he supposed to do???
you hadn’t told anyone about your feelings, and it was easy to hide you literally never saw haechan in the halls or at lunch - the only period you had with him was creative writing
so no one suspected a thing,,,,not until it was haechan’s turn to read aloud his writing
and you were secretly dreading it, but it did give you an excuse to finally look at him without seeming weird
yet the gnawing idea in your head was just: what if it’s a love poem about someone ,,,,, or some kind of allegory ,,,
it was a dumb thought - but you’re a teenager in love these things always bubble up
so on the day off, you briefly considered cutting class but ended up at your desk, watching haechan walk to the center of the board
his story was set in the future, something about a hero who played the piano while simultaneously defeating monster robots - it reminded you slightly of a comic book story line
someone had snorted at the idea, but haechan wrote it really well
to the point that halfway through the class, and even the teacher were on the edge of their seats
and then ,,,, came that part
haechans main character, who played piano in a well known orchestra was sitting beside his love interest
“i would sit with them, completely alone in the grand hall. i would read music and they would practice at the other end of the room. the tune they played almost religiously, was one of my favorite. yet, there was never a moment where i could feel their gaze on me. almost as if i did not exist.
i could clearly remember the first time we met, the canteen had been full of other musicians and orchestra staff. it was bustling, but like in any special moment time had slowed when we saw each other. it was like looking at someone who embodied spring. bright, just as curious and nervous as i. their eyes were a color i could see myself falling in love with effortlessly. but like spring breeze, the moment dwindled for a second and was gone. since then, they have not dared to spare me a glance.”
for a second you felt something familiar in the scene, then you realized haechan was describing a memory you had
the memory of the two of you in the lunchroom during freshman year
subconsciously, you were arguing that it was just a coincidence. he didn’t remember that, why would he?
but your heart was flipping in your chest, your grip on your pen had tightened
you almost didn’t hear the teacher call your name and ask for your opinion
haechan’s eyes landed on you and your face felt like it was on fire
“i,,,,,,,,,,i really like the scene between the protagonist and his ,,,,,, crush.”
you weren’t even thinking straight, but it came out
you hide your eyes back onto your paper, too concentrated on hiding your blush to see haechan’s lips turn upward ever so slightly
he had thought to himself,,,you remembered this moment too?
as class came to an end, you couldn’t get up out of your seat. your legs had turned to jello and you were still overthinking the whole situation
when the room had emptied out, even the teacher gone you finally put your hands on the desk and pushed yourself up
haechan had been waiting outside the room, he didn’t really konw what to say to you but the look on your face in class had meant something
and really, this itching feeling to look at you,,,,,to hold your hand,,,,,to even kiss you was starting to overwhelm him
and he wasn’t a patient person, i mean when his thoughts had crossed over to ‘why wont they look at me?’ to ‘they look really cute, kissing them would be nice’ he had decided to write that scene in his story
he wanted to know - he needed to konw
if what happened that day meant something and if that something was happening now, now in this one period class you had together
you didn’t see haechan when you opened the door, your eyes were on the floor and you were muttering to yourself
when you heard someone clear their throat and you looked up
he looked at you and that sparkle from back in freshman year was still there
“i dont want to guess, but i need to know. you remember what happened a while ago,,,,,,,,,,what i based the scene off of right?”
you could feel the lump in your throat grow, you were late to last period calculus but you couldn’t even use that as an excuse
“i ,,, i do. but -”
“but, i want you to know that i started feeling it again. what i felt in that moment. i have a,,,,,,,,,,,mark used this word so ill use it too even though,,,it’s,,,corny but whatever - i have a crush on you.”
you stand there, backpack slung over one shoulder and your eyes wider than ever before
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,haechan likes you?,,,,,,,,
“y-you like me?”
“yes, im sorry for saying crush it’s corny but i guess,,, i dont know,,,,it fits the situation?”
haechan gives a small shrug, but a smile starts forming on his face
the cute, shy one you’ve never seen before
“i - i like you too,,,,,,, i just got kind of confused because well i just,,,,, it’s never really,,,,something,,,”
haechan nods “something you thought about before?”
it’s not like this is middle school or anything, but even as high schoolers neither you or haechan ever had much of a mind when it came to crushes
haechan had always found distractions in good friends and music - you had found it in your pasions
so it was only normal that liking each other kind of sent you bothi nto mini panics
but haechan, has never been embarrassed by telling the truth so it was just a matter of time till he confessed
and standing there, alone in the hallway with the muffled sounds of other classes going on , you were happy he did
your first date starts that afternoon, you both are too late for your last classes so you sneak off and go into the city
neither of you has much allowance, so you scrap up what you’ve got and buy snacks to eat, dropping what change you have into the pal of your hand
“it’s not much, but we can go see what it’ll get us at the thrift store?”
you nod and follow haechan into a small, underground store that is stuffed to the brim with second-hand items and vintage clothing hanging off the ceilings
aside from the trendy adults in the store, you and haechan stick out like sore thumbs in your school uniforms
but you completely forget because haechan puts on a large, round straw hat with flowers on it and does an impression of one of your favorite actresses
you two giggle over trying on outrageous clothes, digging through old records and books, until haechan pulls an old puppy toy from the depths of some stack and goes
“doesn’t he look like me?”
you laugh because the puppy is a slightly washed out red color, but the adorable face with big eyes does sort of remind you of him
on he flip side of the dogs ear is a worn out tag, the name ‘cherry’ spelled out in cursive
“should we spend our change on this guy?” haechan asks
you take him and hold him up “well it’s either him or we share cup ramen in the subway,,,,”
haechan and you agree, cherry is worth it
and as you walk around till late, the city lights illuminating you two in a soft glow, you hold cherry
and the people walking by flash smiles at you two, a young couple in love
when it’s time to go, haechan has to catch the train but you’re getting on the bus
he fusses with you over waiting till you get on safely, longenough for your bus to actually get there
watching you climb on, you turn over your shoulder and tell haechan to be safe
he points to cherry and raises an eyebrow “you two be safe as well.”
you nod, and haechan seems to stutter for a moment
“see you tomorrow.”
you call before the door shuts and the bus stars on its way, haechan watches your figure through a window as the bus pulls away
softly, with a smile he answers “see you tomorrow”
on the bus ride you stare out the window, holding cherry tightly in your arms
who knew haechan’s story would be the reason you two,,,,finally understood each others hearts
haechan gets home,,,,,and immediately calls mark
“i have a stupid crush. you were right. college is making you smarter.”
mark just laughs, he saw this coming and asks haechan to tell him all about you
when you end up in class the ext time, you try hard not to smile like an idiot when haechan comes in
but to your surprise, he doesn’t hide it all
he smiles, sliding into his desk and moving it just an inch closer to yours
“fine, did you get home late?”
the entire class seems to shift their gazes on to you and the weight of their stares makes you nervous
but haechan doesn’t seem to mind, he just looks at you and says everything was good. clumsily he adds in,,,,if you want,,,,,i gotta show you something after class
the thing he shows you is the piano in the schools music room, you never knew it before = but haechan is a skilled player
and when he sits down behind it, you think he looks handsome - like some kind of young prodigy - like the character in his story
the more you get to know him, the more you see a side of him that you’re sure he hides from others
the little that you knew from other people was his popular, sarcasti image
but there’s a lot more - there’s someone that wholeheartedly loves music and his friends
it makes you fall for him even harder,,,,,,,
haechan isn’t sure how to tell jisung and the others, so he approaches jeno first since he knows he’ll deal with it the calmest
“you’re dating,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,what how did we not EVEN KNOW?”
haechan shrugs “you guys are kind of oblivious.”
jeno frowns at haechan’s joke, but congratulates him nonetheless
now when isung, renjun and chenle find out ,,,, it’s a whole different ball game. there’s a lot of shouting. renjun even goes “haechan, you have a heart? you never told us!”
when you meet them, they all have some story to tell you about haechan
and haechan just ends up chasing half of them around, threatening to reveal their own secrets to their parent if anything
jeno, who stands beside you watching this unfold leans over and goes “he says he’s really happy these days thanks to you.”
you even get to know jaemin, haechan’s close friend whose on a break from school
haechan is a half-decent cook, you find out when you try to have a picnic and your homemade lunch is nothing like his
you end up discarding your pitiful sandwich for whatever haechan has in his fancy lunch box
dates with him are always a surprise and goofy
the amount of times you two use the ‘cute highschoolers with no money’ charm is uncountable - free popcorn at the movies? check. extra fries at burger king? check compliments from people on how you two will only get better looking from here on out? weird, but check
you don’t even need money to be happy, honestly you and haechan can make it fun no matter what
from running by the sea, backpacks discarded in the sand and the early fall wind blowing the waves up close as you yell when haechan pretends to jump in
to taking cute pics of the puppies in the puppy cafe windows
heck, once haechan gave you some flowers before first period and you were like how’d you get these,,
and he had told you that he just “got them” when in reality he part-timed for a friends cafe on the weekend to get some money for a gift
you and him meet up at the public library to try and study, but get distracted because you text each other even though you’re a foot apart
‘hey, chemistry sucks’
‘you know what doesn’t suck? my cute face’
haechan sends you memes he made of jisung himself
you keep asking to meet mark because, most of the dating advice haechan gets is fro him but haechan is just like ‘mark’s a loser,,,,,,,,,,but he’s my big brother and he’d say something to embarrass me.’
you do meet mark when he comes back on college break and he does tell you something embarrassing. it’s that haechan doesn’t shuttup about you.
haechan teaches you some songs on the piano, you two stay late after school and the music teacher entrusts you with the keys to the room
but it’s nice, to be there with him in the soft evening glow of the sunet - no noisy kids in the halls, just you
your first kiss is outside of the music room, with haechan’s hand on your waist and his nervous laughter afterwords, because he’s confident but ,,,,,,a first kiss is really something else
but you reassure him, when you kiss him a second time before getting on your bus home and haechan walks to the subway, dizzy with glee
haechan doesn’t do pda persay, but he does do little things that are cute
he’ll lay his hand flat on your desk, looking at his textbook like he didn’t just do that and you’ll giggle and hold his hand or play with his fingers
one time you kissed them and haechan blushed deeper red than you thought was humanly possible, but he likes it,,,
other cute quirks; calls you nicknames that have to do with your clumsiness, compliments you when you least expect it, sends you his favorite instrumentals when you say you can’t fall asleep because he knows they can calm you down, has your favorite snacks memorized so he know what to get you without asking, haechan would probably read your horoscope to you everyday if you were into horoscopes like he’s that kind of boy
also if you’re ever upset by something or someone, haechan has the kind of skills that will uplift you in ways you never thought possible. with possible jabs at what made you upset here and there
he might be ‘sarcastic’ to some people, but with you he is nothing but truthful and gentle. he can make jokes and be playful, but his love is real and strong and if anyone hurts it - he goes after them like bad blood
always ends his texts with “stay safe” if you’re going anywhere
and totally leaves his cardigan on purpose on the back of your chair in class if he sees that you’re cold
mark: can’t believe you’re soft for someone haechan
haechan: im not,,,soft
mark: their name in your phone has three heart emojis next to it
haechan:,,,,,,,,,and yours has three poop emojis now goodbye
There is a door in the history department. It never looks the same twice and is always cracked open when it’s actually there. No one has ever returned through it.
There once was a chemistry major that went through the door. Their friend followed after.
One did not.
The story did not begin there though. It began long, long ago, in the tales and songs of ancestors long gone; passed from mother to daughter and father to son. They did not fade through time, starting anew in each beating heart of the family line.
They reached a young girl with olive skin and hair like raven’s wings. Her dark eyes would shine as her grandmother wove the tales by the fireside.
She spoke to the girl of a woman with fiery hair and burning eyes, who spoke with flames and held infernos between her palms. Perhaps that sparked the love in her for all things she should not, and she strove to make the embers dance, like the one with fire in her hands.
Her grandmother knew in her old, wise bones that this child needed the tales more than most. Their family had always been aware, trusting their intuition had never led them wrong.
So when the girl came to Elsewhere, (For where else could she have gone?) Everyone steered clear (The school gave up on roommates before very long.)
Perhaps it was because of her reputation of playing with fire, or perhaps it was simply fate, but her chemistry professor paired her with a boy who loved to play with ice. They became unlikely friends, she with her burning salts and he with his liquid nitrogen.
“Call me Pyrra.” she said.
“Frozone.” He grinned, white teeth gleamed against his dark skin.
He told her of his girlfriend back in Louisiana who was pregnant with his child: “It’s too soon to know the gender yet.” And she would just smile.
She told him of her grandparents and their small, simple home that stood alone on the reservation and of the wild horses that would thunder by.
They knew what everyone would say, how unwise it was to share so much about themselves, but they were chemistry majors—those rarely got taken.
The two were closer then blood and they both forgot one very important fact— being Taken isn’t the only way to Vanish.
It had been an accident. Frozone hadn’t been paying attention. He had forgotten to count the doors, as he stumbled to his history class after a long night in the labs. No one probably would have known if a fellow student hadn’t seen him stepping through the door—too late to stop his fate.
Pyrra was the first one told, the RA’s decided to wait till the end of the term before notifying his family. They knew it was a futile hope, but anything beat having to make that call.
Pyrra wouldn’t accept this though. She gathered up her craft, and armed herself with salts to burn. She dressed herself in her tribe’s garments and war paint on her face—there is power in being claimed—and set off for the history building when the moonless night was at its darkest.
The door gave way before her and she crossed into when; not where, her friend had gone. She travelled far until she found where the Little People were gathered round. They vanished as she drew near, but she was unshaken by this or fear.
“I have come to bargain for my brother of heart.”
“What will you give?” They whispered in reply.
“A story like none other.” She called bravely into the night.
“There is no story to match his fate, for his return we will need something great.”
Pyrra paused before standing straight.
“Then I will take his place.”
“Is this your choice?”
She thought of her grandparents, sitting at home, they had only gotten electricity a few years ago.
She thought of Frozone’s sisters, all so young and alone thriving off their brother’s hope to give them a better home, on the income of the degree the scholarship would to them all. She thought about his girlfriend, who worked two jobs by day, and attended a community college to get her art degree by night. With that her mind was made.
Frozone stumbled in, lost and confused as if it had only been an hour instead of a day. He caught onto what had happened more than quick enough.
“Pyrra, you can’t do this! Please! It’s my mistake to pay.”
“Call my grandmother and ask for my name, give it to your daughter and your debt shall be paid.”
That was all the time they had, before he was gone and she had stayed. The Little Folk drew near her now; intent on Their new pet, but she held up her hand, she wasn’t Theirs quite yet.
“I have another bargain to make.”
“What now?” They grumbled, discontent and bored.
“My story for my freedom, I chose to stay, but not to be yours.”
“Fine.” they hissed “But the bargain is this: you must keep us entertained till dawn or to us you will belong.”
What choice was there left for her to make? The sky was at it darkest—the hour before dawn. But how that hour stretched on and on!
She dared not tell her family’s tales, or sing to Them their songs, so she told them what she had, her science close at hand.
She told them how a star was born and how precious gems became; all the while between her hands she wove the tales with flame.
When that never nearing dawn finally broke upon the sky, They praised her skills, and kept their deals; blessing her all the while.
Fire-tongue they called her; Flame-speaker, They would say. They kissed her eyes and painted her lips, dressing her in flame.
She smiled and simply said, “That is not my name.”
For she had a new name now, one that no one could ever Take, now that she had given her old name away.
Frozone made it back and tried to keep his word. He called her grandmother who patiently greeted him and told him Pyrra’s name, only requesting that in return he send her things and bring his daughter by some day. She waved him off when he explained that the baby was still too small to tell, whether it was female or male.
Years passed and soon it was time to graduate. Everyone assumed that Pyrra’s grandparents came for Frozone. No one expected Pyrra to appear and collect her diploma as if she had been there all along. Then again, no one mentioned how her eyes were embers now or how her hair had turned from raven black to crimson—so she very well may have been.
A few decades later a new student comes—a chemistry major that loves to play with fire. She wears a white smile; which is near blinding against her dark skin. She claims she came to prove that her father paid his debt. She won’t say anymore than that. But sometimes she would leave the dorm shortly before dawn on moonless nights with a string of fireworks in her hands. She would always return the next morning, humming ancient songs as she wrote an email to her father.
During her time a new tale whispers its way into campus lore.
It’s breathed into the ears of distraught students—those with the courage to try and reclaim the Taken Ones are the only ones to hear the advice.
“Come to the edge of the woods on a moonless night, just before dawn and set off fireworks of every color—then wait.”
The ones who listen return with tales about a woman in smoldering garments, blazing red hair, and glowing embers for eyes who would test their resolve. To those who passed she would gift them with words or song, depending on their need, she might even gift them with her fire.
Regardless of what you get, it is always enough to get them back.
Except no one can remember what it was she gave them. They could never remember the tale itself, just that she gave them one; the songs she granted would dance just beyond memory’s grasp; the image of a mesmerizing flame leaving a ghostly impression inside their eyelids. There was only one thing anyone remembers her saying.
“My name is Story—”
There is a door in the history department. It never looks the same twice and is always cracked open when it is there. No one has ever returned through it.
There once was a chemistry major that went through the door. His friend followed after.
She did not.
“—and I create myself.”
A/N: I know the Gentry come off a little strange in this. It’s mostly because Pyrra is Navajo and thus the stories she knows are of the Little People; but at Elsewhere, the Gentry are for the most part from Great Britain, Ireland and thereabouts. I tried to blend these two cultures. I’m not gunna lie, I didn’t do great. I haven’t done much with Navajo mythology in a long while. I feel it came off pretty shoddy in this. I’m not trying to offend (I’m part native American myself). Also, I love Chemistry but I suck at it which is why I didn’t go as into depth as I would have liked. (My grammar sucks too, so apologies there as well.)
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hello! correct me if i'm wrong but i think you're the jikook lover i follow who recently said they love reading fics?? so i was wondering if you know of fics/scenarios that build on that iconic hotel vlive when jimin may have been hiding in the bathroom? 👀 i thought about that last night and my imagination went kinda wild lol if not, any jikook recs will do! please and thanks! JIKOOK FO LYFEEEE💞
Hi Anon!! Sorry this was so late, the past week has been pretty wild for me. But anyways to answer the first part, no unfortunately I dont know of any fics that build off of that iconic vlive :( im sorry.
BUT that recent vlive came out right? With Jimin in the bath robe and that Jikook stare….ah yes. I know theres a couple of fics that build off or are just based off of that.
Constraint byHarlotChapters:1/1 >>> Basically Jungkooks journey from str8 to gay but oh, oh m a n, Its so beautifully done. Right from the beginning, all the emotions that Jungkook goes through are very real and the Jikook was developed so well. Please give this one a read.
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (Seven Days)by jeonifyChapters:2/2 >>> God, this really is a tear jerker this one. Its very sweet and fluffy and angsty and just so perfect. You can never go wrong with soft!Jimin and internationalplayboy!Jungkook 😊
Dream Makerby graesun and Polkari Seuta (VeritasEtVita)Chapters:12/12 >>> okokokok guys, read this fic. You will not regret it omg. The perfect mix of fluff, angst, smut and more fluff, this fic is a snipet into the lives of Jikook, who are just barely getting by with what little money they have, but theres lots of kisses, laughs, some angst and cute domestic shit™ This fic made me feel so many things and I loved it so much!! Give this one a try guys.
Don’t Think, Don’t Speak, Just Smile for Me by RagiChapters:27/27 >>> This fic left me shook for a solid week man, good god. So soft, so sad, so real. I loved the realism regarding homophobia and idols in Korea. Everything in this fic is written with care, and handled very well, plus the Jikook is beyond soft. I enjoyed this fic sooo much.
Glass Diamonds byGinForInk Chapters:1/1 >>> Skater Jungkook, Dance teacher Jimin, A+ smut and fluff, read this fic.
Well Done! by annafeu Chapters:1/1 >>> Okay, I suggest giving the tags a thorough peek through before reading this one because its twisted as fuck, but so damn amazing. This one features Bunny!Jimin, Wolf!Jungkook lots of filthy smut and grade A Jikook. Really great read, however do please read tag warnings before starting if you think you might be uncomfortable!
TheHook series by miskeen >>> Cute as fuck, domestic as fuck, hot as fuck, fuck. Read all the stories in this series please, theyre all 10/10 amazing.
The Good Doctor bysnarcsics Chapters:1/1 >>> Frick doods, this was some of the hottest, well written Jikook fics ive ever read. Featuring sex addict Kook psychologist Jimin, and some excellent office sex, yes.
two sides; same story by namjoone Chapters:4/4 >>> Basically Jikook are neighbors and they both secretly think each other are hot as fuck and they rly wanna bang but they wont actually admit it to each other, typical jikook lmao. Anyways, this is sooo good!! Super steamy and super cute 👌
A Touch of Sin by pettey Chapters:10/10 >>> One word. Beautiful. Absolutely, beautiful. Right from the start to the finish, this fic had me feeling things in every chapter. Its graphic and raw but so beautiful. Highly recommend this one!
Okay last one before I get too carried away….
Relax, Dont Do Itbyyoongidontdoit (sammyinnerdglasses)Chapters:4/4 >>> Funny, adorable, smutty (extreme switching™) and overall so so good. Wild party animal Jungkook swearing to go at least 90 days without partying, late nights, or sex. But then he meets Park Jimin and that last part becomes slightly extremely hard not to do… *lenny face* Pls read this lmao.
Okay!! Thats all I got for now. I hope you enjoy 😊
another part for the baby shinichi au, this time with ‘ellery’ making himself a nightmare for haibara to look after so she’ll hurry up with her antidote. this is probably right after she tells him he’s better this way because at least now he can’t run off and reveal his identity to people (plus he’s still ticked off about hattori being the one to name him after his favourite writer, how dare she allow that to happen)
“I was gutted about Halloween because we were filming late. But you can now buy these really dodgy Rick Grimes all-in-one outfits in the shops, with a tiny little sheriff’s hat and a plastic gun. My wife, Gael, was insistent that I should put one on and go up and down our street in it.”
THE RFA BREAK UP POST AH MY HEART!!! Okay. So. What about the MC moving on and finding someone else? And RFA+V+Saeran realize that they still had feelings for her, but it's been a long time(like maybe a year or two) and MC's finally moved on and they just... Don't have a chance? Why am I like this. Why do I want this. I'm awful. (PS I didn't cry when I read the breakup one, no sir, I did not.)
hey i just read your breaking up headcanon and can i ask for rfa+v+saeran regreting their decision but idk maybe its too late or not its up to you
hi can i ask for a sequel of your break up hc like they regretting their choice and trying to get you back
aah these were similar so I figured I could do them all together! hope you like it. A sort of sequel to this ♥
It took 14 months for Yoosung to regret everything
14 whole months
Once he realises that he does in fact still love you with every ounce of his being, he starts getting weird
Like Yandere Mode™ is activated
It starts off with the usual social media stalking, and he even has Seven helping him find out things about your life via what you post online
But soon enough he’s becoming obsessive, and Seven stops helping so not to let it get worse
But it does
Not being able to investigate everything he can about you online makes him jealous of anyone you’re in contact with
Talking to the guys in the messenger? Not on his watch
He becomes insufferable, constantly inserting himself into your conversations, commenting on everything you post online
You’re almost certain you’ve seen him in the corner of your eye whilst out and about a few times
But that’s just you being paranoid, right?
Either way it eventually reaches a point where he’s on your doorstep, begging you to take him back
He’s crying and rambling, and he’s quite possibly has something to drink
But you don’t love him anymore
In fact you’re unsure if you could ever love him again
So you tell him this, and it sure as hell is not what he wants to here
You’re stuck with a blubbering mess at your door, and have to call Seven to come and retrieve him
After this things change drastically
He knows he doesn’t have a chance with you, you made that extremely clear
He stops stalking your online presence, instead turning to the one comfort he has - his games
All he ever does is sit at his computer, playing his games, isolating himself from the outside world
Because he doesn’t want to be a part of the outside world if he doesn’t have you.
It really didn’t take long for Zen to regret his decision
Like it was probably about 5 months, if that
Even the first night when he went to bed alone he had the seeds of doubt growing within him
Unfortunately for him, those 5 months were all it took for you to move on
You knew it was all for the best, things just didn’t work out
But he didn’t think like that, and he wanted you back
He tried to be romantic, turning up at your door with flowers, dedicating his performances to you, leaving you voicemails of him singing love songs
But you ignored everything
You felt guilty ignoring his efforts so much, but it was the only way you would get him to move on like you had
How would he let it go if you let him think he was getting somewhere with you?
His attempts start getting more desperate, with more and more drunk voicemails being left throughout the nights
One of these nights you hear a thump by your front door, opening it cautiously only to find a passed out Zen on the floor
You debate just bringing him in until morning, but that would probably give him false hope, so you grab your phone and call Seven to come and help you
The two of you manage to get Zen into the car, and you go with Seven to take him home
Once there you take Zen inside, helping him to his bed
After fetching a glass of water for him, you see he has start to wake up a little
Still drunk and groggy from passing out, he thinks he’s dreaming
Crying a little, he reaches his hand out to hold yours
“I love you so much, please just come back to me”
But his begging still does nothing for you, so you tell him that things will never go back to how they were, and you quietly turn around and leave to go home
The next day is surprisingly peaceful, no calls, no visits, no voicemails
This continues for weeks, and althought you don’t hear from him you think he’s moving on
But you soon find out that isn’t the case
Jumin informs you that Zen is drinking much heavier and earlier than he had been previously, and the reason he hasn’t been contacting you is because he’s usually too drunk to even move, that is of course if he hasn’t passed out
You lose count of times you wake up to find him passed out on your doorstep, because no matter what happens or how much time passes, he always finds his way back to you, even when you don’t want him to
You are after all the love of his life, and he doesn’t know any different than to go to you.
She thought she was doing the right thing
She thought she had made the right decision
But one night whilst watching Zen’s latest romance film for the 100th time she realises it would have been your 5 year anniversary
Had you not broken up two years ago that is
She’s been so damn busy with work, she’s barely had time to think about how she feels
But here she is, suddenly swimming in memories of the two of you
It doesn’t take long for her to realise she’s full of regret
How could she let you go?????
It’s late now, so she decides to just sleep on it
Waking up she’s hopeful it was just a night of reminiscing
If anything, she feels even stronger
She suddenly can’t stop thinking about running her hands through your hair, the glimmer in your eyes, the way your hand fits perfectly into hers
Every little detail she overlooked before were now screaming to be seen
It also just so happened this was the day of the RFA meeting, and she was going to have to see you
She got lost in your eyes as you spoke to the group about the guests for this particular party
She doesn’t even know what was said
After the meeting she casually makes comment to Jumin about how happy you looked
That’s when he says the one thing she never wanted to hear
“Well it’s probably because of the new girl they’re seeing”
Her heart literally shatters as he says the words
Jaehee doesn’t really know how to handle this??
Why at the same time she realised what a monumental mistake she made by ending things with you, did she have to find out there was someone else making you happy
Her way of dealing with it is pretending everything is normal
Not you or anyone else ever notices, she hides it so well
If you had known, maybe you would realised you felt the same
But you never find out, so you never reflect on how you feel about her
She supports you in your relationship, and seems to get on really well with your girlfriend
But when no one is looking, her eyes well up, and the occasional one escapes
She cries herself to sleep more often than she’d ever be willing to admit
Seeing you and your new girlfriend happy together breaks her heart over and over again
She would kill to be the one making you smile like that, just like she used to.
He’s always prided himself on his ability to ‘kill his feelings’
And when he ended your relationship, he did this easily
It didn’t take long for him to revert to his old ways, being stiff and generally unwelcoming
He was civil to talk to, but he was so different to the person who had you inside his head for three years
The breakup felt like it had almost killed you
It took you a very long time to get over it, because you never had any closure
But then you met someone, someone who let you in from the start, who treated you like you were the single greatest thing on earth
You still had a lot of hurt in you from Jumin, but this new person was like a breath of fresh air
As things get more serious, you start bringing them around the group more
Up until the first time Jumin meets them, he had no idea you were even considering dating other people, let alone be in a serious relationship with someone
He’s polite, but doesn’t make much of an effort with them
He ??? doesn’t ??? know ??? what ??? this ??? feeling ??? is ???
It feels like his heart is actually aching, but that’s just illogical, surely?
That night he sits with Elizabeth, drinking his wine and trying to figure out what is going on with him
The best thing he can think to do is call up the person who knows him better than himself, and he does so, explaining these strange feelings to his best friend
V chuckles softly, a hint of sorrow in his voice as he tells Jumin what it is
He hangs up, shifting Elizabeth and walks over to his penthouse windows, looking out at the night sky
V is right, and Jumin knows it, but there’s nothing he can do
He is the one who ended things after all
He can’t swoop in now and hope to have you back
His solution is to obviously stomp out the feelings, but it doesn’t work
He cant get you out of his head, you even haunt his dreams now
So instead he distances himself from the RFA more and more, only speaking with V on a regular basis
RFA parties can’t be avoided, so when the winter party finally arrives, he doesn’t have a choice but to go
Seeing you hurts him, but no one could have prepared him for what happened
Your significant other proposed, in front of everyone, right in the middle of the room
You were so happy and excited you didn’t see Jumin’s tall figure quietly leaving the building
But V did, and for a brief second, he almost thought he saw a glistening tear making it’s way down Jumin’s face.
About 6 months after that party, you started to feel better
To say you were completely over him would be a stretch, but it didn’t feel like the world was crashing around you whenever you saw him
As you started accepting the relationship was over and letting go of it, Seven slowly started joining back in with the RFA more
It doesn’t take long for the two of you to become relatively close again
But it’s different
You still love him, but it just feels platonic now
It didn’t seem possible that you would ever get to a place where you could be happy in his presence again, yet here you are
The pair of you spend a lot of time together, but you still manage to start dating again
A lot of people are uncomfortable with how close you are to your ex, except one
They’re so perfect ???
You can’t believe it ???
If you thought you were happy when you were with Seven, you were wrong, this was genuinely the happiest you had ever been
Little did you know that during those months where you were rebuilding your friendship with Seven, it was bringing back more than just platonic love for him
Without even realsing he found himself madly in love with you again all of a sudden
He just wanted to have you at his side all the time
And whilst you did spend a lot of time together, it wasn’t how he wanted it
He stalked your new significant other online within an inch of their life
Everything they ever posted or was posted about them he found
But there was nothing in there to use to get rid of them
They were a good person
But even so, everday before he went to sleep, he would check again
One day he would find something, to keep this person away from you
He had to find something
Slowly as your relationship progressed, Seven started holding himself back, once again isolating himself from everyone but V
He didn’t know how he was supposed to live a life where someone else made you smile the way he used to.
A little part of him always harboured some feelings for you still
He knew he would never completely move on, but he didn’t expect this
It had been a little over a year since he broke off your relationship
You were less bitter, so he saw this as a sign of you having moved on
But something about that just didn’t sit well with him
Had you really let it go?? Did you really no longer have those feelings for him??
For a long time it seemed like you would never move on
So now that you had, he hated it
It didn’t take long for him to realise
He was still in love with you
The second it was clear to him, he wanted to drop everything and run to you, just to plead for a second chance and tell you how much he loved you, how he had been so stupid to give up such a perfect person like yourself
But he didn’t
You finally looked happy
And if that didn’t make his heart feel light and airy, he didn’t know what would
He knew how much he had hurt you, and he didn’t believe he deserved a second chance no matter how much he wanted it
So he chose to keep his feelings to himself, never telling a living soul about how much he craved curling up with you every night
How he craved to feel your hot breath on his lips again
How he craved to see you smile because of him again
He spends his time pretending he doesn’t love you
Just seeing you happy and healthy is enough for him
Even if not having you by his side physically hurts him
Whenever he hears you laugh he has to actively stop himself from daydreaming about a life where you were his once more
Unlike the others, it’s not because you’ve moved on that he never gets you back
He just thinks it’s for the best
But if he had told you how he felt, he would have found out you were still in love with him too
Instead you both continue to hurt, both wishing the other would reach out
But neither of you ever do, and neither of you ever get over the other.
He was wrong
He was so fucking wrong
He doesn’t even know why he said it
Of course he loved you, of course he still loved you
But he had said it, and he had shattered your heart into so many pieces he could never fix it
So he never tried
It took a long time for you to get over it, at least 3 years to be specific
But you got there eventually
Looking at him didn’t hurt
Being in his presence didn’t make you nauseous
Hearing his voice didn’t make you want to scream
What you didn’t know is that it was the other way around now
Looking at you hurt
Being in your presence made him nauseous
Hearing your voice made him want to scream
He knew he had left it far too long now, and you were finally happy
There hadn’t been much if any relationship between you since the breakup, so when he started isolating himself you didn’t even notice
It was Seven who reached out to you, telling you something was wrong with his twin but he didn’t know what and he didn’t know how to help
So being the person you are, you went over there to try and speak to him
It was awkward at first, you had barely spoken in 3 whole years
But you wanted to help him so you pushed and pushed
Eventually he snapped and and blurts out that he can’t handle his feelings for you anymore
You’re taken aback by his confession, which is followed up by a question you dreaded answering
With what almost seemed like tears in his eyes, he quietly begged for you to just tell him you still loved him too
The only thing he wanted to hear, you couldn’t say
He asked you to leave after you told him you didn’t, and you did so without putting up a fight
The last thing you wanted to do was make the situation worse
For the first time in a long time, Saeran cried himself to sleep
He distanced himself from the group slowly, only speaking via Seven
But he always kept an eye on you, because even if you didn’t love him, he wanted to keep you safe and happy
You were the first person he truly loved, and you would also be the last.