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Jack Maynard Imagine - No other man.

There was a little something in Jack you always found amusing. Maybe it was the looks he gave you when he thought you weren’t looking, or the protective arm he put around you when there were too many people in the club, so you wouldn’t get pushed aside. He had always been more than a brother to you, more than a friend. But now, as you pulled your hair up in a messy ponytail, adjusting your rather tight cocktail dress after doing so, you weren’t so sure.

You had known Jack for two years now, and your friendship had been always on the public eye. Your fans went crazy when you collaborated in a video, or when you posted a selfie with each another. Jeez, even your own mum went crazy. However, not a single move had been made in 730 days, and you weren’t willing to let the single life hit you. The truth was, you had never had a boyfriend before, and you were terrified. Jack knew about this, so did Josh and Conor, and it was the reason they were all so protective when it came to guys approaching you, specially Josh.

Your childhood hadn’t been easy. You grew up in a fairly messed up home, where your dad used to come back home late and drunk, or so your mum told you many years later. He’d hit your mum, then scream at her for hours. You were nearly 3 years old, so luckily you didn’t remember much of it now. The only lucid memory you had was your dad pushing you down harshly until you loudly hit the floor, before he exited off and never saw him ever again.

You mum met a new guy two years later, a man who loved both her and you, as if you were his own child. That man was Michael, your mum’s actual boyfriend who you proudly called Pap: he had taught your mum that love was still possible. As in for you, it hadn’t been the case.

All your life you had feared boys, scared that they’d turn into your father sooner or later. You had curved them as if paper balls were being thrown at you. Then you met Jack, someone who was sensible enough to listen to all your problems without judging, and a little too hot as well. And warm, and cozy. But seeing the amount of girls he had brought home for the past two years, you didn’t think his affection for you trespassed the friendship line. And you were okay with it, really, as long as you could find someone you could get as comfortable with.

“Hi, Y/N” the man in front of you stood up and planted a polite kiss on your cheek. His name was Dave. You had met him through Tinder, on your very first attempt to actually make an effort to meet new guys. He had seemed quite normal, or so you had thought “You look wonderful tonight” he smirked.

“Thanks, you too” you didn’t really know how to behave. Your only boy friends were the guys from the Buttercream Squad, as they called themselves, and you certainly weren’t going to behave around Dave the way you behaved around them. Under any circumstances, at least not on the first date.

You talked for a while as you calmed down. Your phone was on your lap, so you could take a look at it every now and then. You knew it was rude, but the guy who was texting you every five minutes would’ve broken out in a nervous crisis if you hadn’t answered his texts.

‘How’s he like? Is he good looking? Good manners? Smells good? Touches you in any way I should know of? I’m literally 10 minutes away, I can go and kill him in 15’

You mentally rolled your eyes at Jack. He had been concerned about you going on this date, so had Josh. He knew about your past, and he wanted nothing more than for you to be alright.

“I kinda have a feeling, like you should not go on that date” he had told you a few hours before, when you were hanging out at his place.

You rolled your eyes again as you picked up the popcorn bowl from the table “I don’t care what you think, Jack” you said, grabbing a handful “I’m going and that’s it. If I don’t feel comfortable I’ll just leave”

“Yeah, okay, but what if that guy is a creep?” Jack took your bowl and put it aside so you would pay attention to him.

You gave him a death glare as you pointed at your popcorn “You have no legal rights to take that away from me” you half joked. You weren’t in the mood for fights over your love life, when you had never even mentioned him the silly amount of girls he had brought home.

“Y/N, I’m serious” he said, and the look on his face didn’t tell otherwise “I’m literally ten minutes away from where you’re going”

“No you’re not”

“Yes, I am” he insisted, even though you both knew it was at least 20 “If I run” he clarified, and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes and smile at his comment. He was so cute when he wanted “Just text me and I’ll be there, ready to break some jaws”

But there you were, feeling more comfortable than you thought you could ever feel with a total stranger. You had both finished your meals when you realized a little less than two hours had passed, and you already knew so much about Dave: his brother who was living in Australia, his two dogs, his degree as a state lawyer, his zodiac sign. You found yourself full of hope again, and happy.

As you exited the restaurant, he held your hand, and you stiffened for a moment. However, when you saw the smile on his face, warm and sincere, you relaxed “Let’s go have some drinks” he said, and you frowned, as you realized the nearest club was at least half an hour away.

“Where to?” You asked.

“My place will do?” He asked, although you knew it was one of those questions you made out of politeness, but in fact you had already decided. A very small part of you that was feeling dangerously brave that night wanted to go, but your common sense told you to back off. But your feet kept walking and following him.

He lived a few minutes away, on a 2-bedroom-apartment he didn’t share with anyone. As he closed the door, you felt trapped. You looked around and tried to relax, breathing in and out as your mother had taught you. He motioned for you to sit on the sofa, and he soon followed you with two wine glasses and a wine bottle.

He started talking again, and you nodded as the sound of his voice became more and more distant. All you could think about was how long it would take Jack to get there, if he ran.

It was almost 11 pm when you decided it was time to call it a night. You didn’t really needed to get up early the next morning, but your stiffness hadn’t calmed down as much as you had wanted, and you felt like you had had enough.

“I think it’s time I go home” you said, carefully standing up so you wouldn’t flash him anything you wouldn’t want to. He followed suit “It’s been a lovely night, Dave”

He smiled, and leaned in to give you a kiss, but you turned your head as his lips pressed your cheek “Thanks” you quickly said before grabbing your purse and heading for the exit. Your body was finally feeling relaxed again when you felt a strong hand on your arm.

You turned around to see Dave with a smirk on his face “Hey, it’s fairly late, isn’t it? Why don’t you stay the night?” He asked, and suddenly the sand castle you had created around his persona got destroyed by the waves. Another castle, once more.

“No” you said, firmly, but he didn’t let go of you.

“Come on, I know you want to” he insisted “Don’t play hard to get, love, I don’t really like games”

You made a quick move to release your arm from his grip, as you other hand reached the doorknob. How could you have been so stupid? A boy, actually not using you for sex? Where? When? How? “Don’t ever contact me again or I’ll call the police” you almost shouted, and before looking at his face again, you shut the door and ran out of the building.

Once outside, you didn’t stop running. You were keen to find out whether it took 10 minutes to get to Jack’s or not.


After knocking at the door, you mentally slapped yourself for thinking someone would be up that late. Then, you remembered it was Jack, Josh and Conor. A few seconds later, Jack opened the door, surprised to see you on his doorway.

“Hey, sweet cheeks, what are you doing here?” He asked you, his eyes revealing that he had been in bed already, and probably sleeping. You felt a bit bad.

“Can I come in?” You asked, not caring anymore if your dress was too short for the public eye as you helped yourself inside. You just wanted a shoulder to cry on.

Jack closed the door before slowly turning at you “If that bastard laid a hand on you, I swear to god” he spoke.

“He didn’t” you quickly said. The last thing you wanted was for Jack to get angry and punch another hole on the wall “Because I got up and left. He wanted me to spend the night with him”

Jack let out a loud sigh, and leaned on the counter as his hand ran across his hair. He was shirtless, which gave you the opportunity to stare at his bare chest for a few moments and realize that he’d been working out. Why, and since when? He stayed in silence for a few seconds, then sighed again and walked towards you, his arms open wide to give you a hug.

You melted into his chest like you always did, wrapping your arms around his torso “That’s my girl” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. You closed your eyes as he ran a hand through your already oh-so-tight dress, but you couldn’t care less. Jack was the only man who could touch you like that, only because you trusted him with all your soul. You feared you’d never find someone like him, and it was destroying you inside.

“Jack?” you mumbled, looking up at his face. He was looking down at you, sweetness in his eyes once more. You loved the sweet side of him he rarely portrayed on his videos, or even in real life. But if you were observant, you could see he was in fact a ball of cotton who just wanted a little love, but was afraid to ask.

“Yes, little one” he always called you that, even though you were just a little less than a year younger than him. He said it was because you were much shorter than him, and you always teased him back about how short he was himself. ‘There are other things on my body that are long enough’ he joked, and you always rolled your eyes.

But then it hit you that you actually needed to tell him something “I…” you started, not sure of what to say next “I really don’t want a boyfriend like, ever” you stated, and you actually felt like that was your destiny. Were all the men pigs? Fine, no men for you.

He chuckled, making you smile at the sight of his smiling face. He still had his nose piercing on, which was a major turn on “Don’t say that” he said “Not everyone’s the same. You’re just not…so lucky”

“I’ve been lucky with you” you said before you could stop yourself. He grinned again, looking away from you this time.

He didn’t say anything for a while, holding you in the darkness of the living room. You wondered if Josh and Conor were in their bedrooms, but to be fair they were probably out. Then, he finally spoke, and it left you shook “I’m no good for you, Y/N” he said in a really low voice, still not looking at you.

Your heart skipped a beat “Why do you think that?” You asked innocently.

Pause “I’m afraid I’d hurt you” he said in the same voice again “And you deserve someone who can take care of you, because you’re amazing and I…”

“Jack” you interrupted him, lifting your fingers to his face so you could turn his head to make him look at you. His eyes were sad “You’re literally the only guy I’m 100% comfortable with” you spoke truthfully “I don’t know why, but you make me feel good, happy, confident” he licked his lips, and your legs weakened “Do you really believe I can find someone who’ll take better care of me, than you do?” You asked him, looking directly at his eyes. Now your hand was stroking his cheek, making him lean against it.

Eventually he shook his head “I don’t want to hurt you” he whispered, then kissed your hand, so tiny compared to his face.

“You’re only hurting me if you behave like this, Jack” you said.

He closed his eyes, leaning against your touch. You would’ve given all the gold in the world to know what was going through his mind, or to know why he thought he wasn’t good for you, when in fact he was the one. He opened his eyes again, and straight up looked directly at yours.

“All this time I’ve been sleeping around with random girls so I could get the idea of you out of my head” he confessed as your heart did that thing again “I thought it would work, but when the morning came, to say that I felt horrible would be an understatement. You’ve been my friend for two years now, and I’ve never met a girl who I’d laugh so much with, or have so many things in common, or whom I’d let borrow my tee shirts because I thought she looked adorable in them” You couldn’t help but smile.

“I was scared because I knew your background, and I knew mine. I knew that I would never, ever, physically hurt you. But emotionally, let’s say I’m not the best. Believe it or not, I’ve talked to Conor about this, and I felt bad when you told me you were going out with that guy today. He knows about it. Because, even though I know you deserve better, I also know that there will not be a guy who could treat you better than I do, or love you as much as I do”

Goosebumps were all over your skin as you found yourself leaning in, your arms tightly around his neck. His lips were soft, warm, and cozy, just like his arms. He was moving them so slowly, yet so sensually, you thought you were going insane. And you found out, as your legs wrapped against his waist, that you might as well be crazy.

With your lips still locked, his tongue working its way into your mouth, you felt the softness of his mattress behind your back. You tensed. He broke the kiss and looked at your eyes “Tonight, I’m gonna cuddle the fuck out of you” he whispered, making you chuckle out loud. He laughed as well, lying himself next to you.

“You’re such an idiot” you smiled, kissing him again “And by the way, what you said was truly beautiful. Thanks, Jack”

“Hey, I didn’t say anything I didn’t feel” he said, putting a hand up as if he were swearing.

“But really, I don’t think you don’t deserve me” you said.

His hand went through his hair again “I love you, Y/N, okay? And I’m gonna try to make you the happiest woman on earth. I don’t know how, but I will”

You smiled, wrapping your legs around his “You already do”

Your lips locked into a passionate kiss again, his hands never leaving your back, yours never leaving his hair “I’ll take care of you, alright?” He whispered, bringing your foreheads together “Even if it’s the last thing I do”


Tommy x Reader

“(Y/N) dear… (Y/N)!” A shrill voice called out and Tommy stopped you from rushing Charlie up the street, forcing you to turn and face the frantic woman behind you.


“Auntie (Y/L/N) … how are you.” You smiled sheepishly and tried not to look at Tommy who wasn’t even trying to hide the amused smile on your face.


“Well if you must know I’m furious with my sister, we went to the dress makers the other day and you know what she did, ordered a dress, in all black… would you fancy that and it’s not even for a funeral and then when she got it home she refused to wear it after a whole day of having it fitted.” She blabbered and you were thankful Charlie hadn’t drawn attention to himself yet and was stood staring at the loud woman instead.

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100 Days: Chapter Nine I Freedom

Summary: Everyone is born with a soul mate. On their twentieth birthday, they are hit with the feeling of being in love. One hundred days is all that is given until time is up, and Rebirth is in action. Or death.

Word Count: 2884

Group: Bangtan Boys

Member: Jeon Jungkook

Genre: Angst/Fluff

A/N: We have reached it. Thanks to @roseok for giving me the bucket list idea. Fits in perfectly. -Hartwood

< Chapter Eight I Chapter Ten >

Two weeks.

Two weeks since you’ve last seen Jungkook.

The first week you were miserable. Catching yourself almost texting him. Asking how he was doing, what he was doing, did he miss you, you were sorry, and so much more. You cried the first couple of days, but eventually stopped when you realized there was no point to it.

The second week you told yourself to get over it. To quit crying over something that was bound to happen. You started to act like your old self again at work and around the guys. You even met Youngjae, who came back home after finding his soulmate.

No one ever mentioned Jungkook or Hwayoung around you, and you appreciated it. You had nothing against her, but you had a lot to say to her. Keeping your distance from the two was a lot better for all three of you.

You were finally back to your old self. Having playful arguments with Jackson and Jaebum, talking about the latest books that were in stock with Jinyoung, and having random conversations with Mark. You were finally beginning to feel like your old self when you first arrived in Seoul. Before you met Jungkook.

You stared down at your small, red leather notebook. When you were told about having a soulmate in school, and all the struggles it came with, you were afraid. You didn’t know if you were ever going to be able to do a lot of things that people would normally do.

Would you be able to travel the world?

Go camping?

Little things that made life amazing, and so you started a bucket list. A list of everything you wanted to do before you had to find your soulmate. Now that you only had twelve days left, you might as well get started on the little list you had.

The chiming of the bell brought you back to the bookstore. You looked up to see Taehyung making his way straight towards you. He placed his palms on the counter, his eyes full of desperation. “Are you sure you’re not going to talk to him anymore?” he asked.

I want to. “I’m sure,” you said.

He let out a disappointed sigh, resting his forehead on the counter. “Y/N.” The bell chimed again, revealing the other five boys walking straight towards you. “She said no,” Taehyung told them.

All five groaned.

From behind the six, you saw your coworkers walk up with a confused look on their faces. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until tonight, Namjoon,” Jackson said, walking up next to Namjoon. The two exchanged fist bumps before Jackson spoke again, “What are you all doing here?”

“We’re trying to convince Y/N to talk to Jungkook,” Hoseok answered, propping his elbows on the counter.

“Why? Y/N is finally back to her old self. Besides Jungkook should be the one coming here, not you guys,” Jaebum stated, shaking his head.

“Jungkook is an idiot, and Y/N isn’t. That’s why we’re here,” Yoongi said.

“I think Yoongi’s right,” Mark stated, catching your attention. “I think Y/N should go talk to Jungkook.” He gave you a small smile.

You sighed. “There’s no point. I’m on a two-week vacation, so I can talk to him when I come back if it means all ten of you will stop breathing down my neck.”

 All except your coworkers agreed to your terms. “Y/N…” Mark trailed off, and you knew what he was going to say. You shook your head.

“No? No, what? Why are you shaking your head no?” Jimin asked, looking between both you and Mark.

There was silence between all of you as you kept your mouth shut, and eyes on your lap.

“How many days?” Yoongi asked, breaking the silence. You continued to stare down at your lap, fists clenching. “How many, Y/N,” he demanded.

You couldn’t answer—you didn’t want to. Jinyoung answered for you, “Twelve.”

“Twelve? The last time we saw you, you had over seventy. What happened?” Seokjin asked, and you could hear the slight fear in his tone.

“You lost fifty days,” Namjoon answered. “You won’t be here in two weeks. That’s why you said you wanted to talk to him when you came back.”

“Don’t do this, Y/N. Just go talk to Jungkook—you two are perfect for one another,” Hoseok pleaded.

You stood to your feet. “It’s too late. I’ve already talked to him plenty of times. He’s the one who isn’t making any moves. I want to live the remaining days of my life doing things that I want,” you said, making your way around the counter and towards the doors. “Just let me do that.”

“How many?” Yoongi asked again. You froze, your hand on the doorknob. “How many, Y/N.” You shut your eyes.

“Hyung, what are you talking about?” Taehyung asked, taking a step next to Yoongi.

“We’ve all known her since the beginning, but we’ve never seen the birds,” Jinyoung whispered. “You said living the rest of your life doing what you want to do. You make it sound like you’re not coming back.”

“How many birds do you have?” Namjoon asked.

You were shaking now. You had tried so hard to keep calm, but that broke the second they began to question you. A hand took yours softly. You looked up to meet eyes with Seokjin. You could tell he was cautious, but scared as he slowly lifted the sleeve of your shirt.

You had done a damn good job at keeping your inked wrist hidden, but now you couldn’t even stop Seokjin from revealing the one bird on your wrist. His eyes widened as he stared down at the black bird. “She’s on her last life,” he whispered.

They were silent, and that’s what got to you. Their silence. The fact that they didn’t know what to say, or what to do. You would rather have them be angry, sad, scared—any fucking emotion that was not silence. Something you didn’t want.

“Thank you,” you said, voice low and quiet, but loud enough for them to hear. “I’m glad to have met you all. To have been friends with all of you. I hope you guys are happy.” You looked towards Mark. “I hope you’re happy—whether it’s with Hwayoung, or in another lifetime.” You looked towards the rest. “Take care of Jungkook.” You removed your hand from Seokjin’s grasp.

“It’s not too late, Y/N,” Jimin told you, desperation evident in his tone.

You shook your head. “I don’t want to keep trying. Just let me go,” you murmured. When no one said anything, you left the bookstore.

Day One: You quietly watched the scenery blur past you as you sat in your seat. The train was quiet. Everyone fast asleep at the break of dawn. You had decided not to sleep in order to watch the sunrise.

Even though the scenery was nothing but a blur, you could see the sun rise over the mountains. Today indicated a new day for you to be free.

Watch the sunrise. Check.

Day two: You stared down at your plate, your insides churning at the sight of the octopus. You stole a glance at everyone around you, watching them as they happily ate the live octopus as if it was nothing. As if they weren’t eating food that was still moving.

I think I’m going to be sick.

You shook your head. No. You can do this. It was just live octopus. It’s not like you were going to devour live insects. Right. You can do this.

You looked up at the elder woman that stood at the end of your table. “Are you sure this is good to eat?” you couldn’t help but ask for the fifth time.

She rolled her eyes before nodding. “Yes. It’s the most famous dish here. Everyone orders it, so it has to be good. You’ll like it once you try it, so eat one.”

You took in a deep breath and picked one up with the chopstick. You watched it squirm, and you almost gagged at the movement. However, you pushed down the feeling and quickly placed it inside your mouth. You stomped your feet.

You could feel the octopus’s tentacles stick to your tongue and cheeks as you quickly chewed it. You felt like you have been chewing on it for a while, and no matter how long you chewed, it still felt like you had just placed it inside your mouth.

You finally gave up and swallowed. It slowly went down your throat. Once it was gone, you let out a sigh of relief. You didn’t die today.

You looked up at the woman. “It was delicious.” She smiled, telling you to enjoy the rest, and left.

You spent the next hour trying to devour the rest of the octopus before giving up.

Eat something alive. Never again.

Day three: You groaned in frustration. Why the hell did you decide to write this in your bucket list? You had spent over three hours trying to find clams, but you weren’t getting anywhere. You didn’t know how people found clams in these mudflats, but they did. Yet you couldn’t find anything.

Several people looked at you like you were such a newbie, and you were, but you didn’t want everyone to know that. Especially these experienced elderly. They quietly muttered to one another about how lost you looked—as if you were a lost puppy.

You were ready to give up as you picked up another little rock. You glared at the little rock. This is what you’ve been finding since you got here. You were ready to throw it until you noticed something odd about the rock. You wiped away the chunk of mud, and finally it hit you.

You found your first clam.

Your eyes widened as a grin spread itself across your face. You did it! You finally did it!

Find a clam. Check!

Day four: You were cold and hot at the same time. You couldn’t deny how beautiful the woods looked as you continued your hike. You adjusted your backpack.

This was going to be a long hike, but you were okay with it.

The view was going to be the best part.

Go hiking. Check.

Day five: You were stupid. You were beyond stupid. Why the hell did you decide to go camping alone? Who does that? Who the hell goes camping alone in the woods?

Apparently someone as stupid as you.

You were cold and scared as you dug yourself deeper into your sleeping bag.

Go camping. What the hell was that sound?

Day six: Congratulations. You are now standing at the edge with a racing heart and shaking hands.

“Are you ready, Y/N,” the man asked from behind you.

You shook your head rapidly. “No, no, no! I-I’m not ready yet. Just-just give me a minute. Please.”

That was what you said a minute ago, and a minute before that. You’ve been standing here for the past half hour.

“I know you’re scared, but you have to do this, or we can stop. Whatever you want to do,” he said, trying to calm you down.

“So it’s now or never,” you said, voice shaking.

He was silent for a second before answering, “Yes.” You cursed under your breath before giving him a nod. “Okay. Ready in three, two, one.”

You jumped.

Bungee jumping. Exhilarating.

Day seven: “I don’t understand why I keep putting the craziest things on my list,” you muttered, staring up at as a group dropped, all screaming at the top of their lungs.

“This is nothing,” the woman said next to you. “I can’t believe you put something as simple and fun as this on your list,” she laughed.

“That’s because I’ve never been on one before,” you said, glancing in her direction.

“Try skydiving.”

“I went bungee jumping yesterday,” you stated.

She shrugged. “Close enough.”

You were next. “I’m not ready. Am I going to fall? What if the safety bar loosens and I fall to my death mid loop?”

The woman gave you a pat on your back. “Nothing like that can happen. They always check before opening the ride. Now come on, we’re holding up the line.”

You got in your seat, the woman sitting next to you.

Your heart was racing, palms sweaty, and body shaking. You’ve never been so scared and excited at the same time.

“By the way,” she began, the intercom talking about the safety rules, “what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you uttered, taking in a deep breath. “Yours?”

You never got her name as the ride took off.

Ride a rollercoaster. Best time of your life.

Day eight: This was your third time within five minutes that you fell to the floor. Everyone zipped by you like what they were doing was nothing.

Here you were, falling every second, when you moved an inch while everyone else made it look like a walk in the park. What the hell.

“It’s like riding a bike,” someone said. Are they going to hold you steady as you try and ski? Will they let you go when they think you’re ready?

No. Skiing isn’t like riding a bike. However, after another hour of trying to keep your balance, you finally learned how to ski. More like slowly go down the hill without falling more than twice.

Go skiing. Snow was pretty.

Day nine: You blinked away your tears as you stared down at your names. This was a big thing in South Korea, but you never expected to find yourself here, by yourself.

Even though no one was here to see you look like an idiot trying so hard to keep yourself from crying, you still didn’t want to cry.

You chose this. You chose to stop trying, so why cry?

Because feelings were still there. You loved him no matter how much you didn’t want to.

What were you supposed to do?

You closed the lock, hearing the click, as you stared down at your names.

Y/N + Jungkook.

All by yourself. You chose this.

Do the love padlock at Namsan tower. You chose this.

Day ten: The music blared as you watched the people around you scream, cheer, and dance. Several people around you sung along with the artists, some screaming the artists name.

These people were dedicated to let the artist know that they were amazing, their music was amazing, and they were their favorite. They were loved by thousands of people.

They began to chant the group’s name as another song began to play.

“Live a little,” the woman said next to you, dancing to the song.

You laughed a little but joined in.

You were going to live a little tonight.

Go to a concert. You liked the song House of Cards.

D-day: You were quiet. That’s all you’ve been was quiet.

You’ve lived the last ten days doing things you’ve never done before, and you had the time of your life. However, now that your last day hit you, you’ve never been so scared in your entire life.

They said it would be like falling asleep, but you still couldn’t shake off the terrified feeling.

You watched the sun slowly setting as the cold water hit your bare feet. You clutched onto the letter you had written to your parents. When you leave, you hope for Seven Birds to send this letter to your parents. Turns out you couldn’t bring yourself to tell you parents that you weren’t going to make it.

You let out a dry laugh.

Today was your last day. How many times were you going to tell yourself that before it finally hit you. Not hit you as in knowing that you are going to die, but hit you as in you’re not coming back. No Rebirth’s—nothing.

You let in a shaky breath as exhaustion kicked in. You were beginning to feel tired. All you wanted now was sleep. Sleep never sounded so great at this moment.

The sun hit the horizon, giving the sky a pinkish blue color, and reflected off the ocean.

“Y/N!” You froze. Slowly, oh so slowly, you turned around with a racing heart. Jungkook stood there, panting. He was staring at you with such hurt, such anger, that you didn’t feel anything. He ran up to you, taking you in his arms as he held you closely. You quietly sobbed. “I hate you. I can’t believe you lied to me. You’re an idiot.” His voice cracked. “I thought I lost you. I don’t want to lose you—I can’t lose you.”

“I thought—”

“No, no. I thought that’s what I wanted, but I want you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to be with you.” He pulled back to look at you. His eyes brimming with tears. “Y/N?”

You smiled. “Can you kiss me?” you asked weakly. He didn’t hesitate to kiss you, but you couldn’t feel his lips on yours.

Watch the sunset. You’ve never felt so happy.

“Saying goodbye doesn’t mean anything. It’s the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.” -Trey Parker

foxyhufflepuff  asked:


Lams is like my number 1 tbh so

- they get together in college, which is when John goes through this whole discovering himself because he grew up in the south and wasn’t able to have any outlets

- Alex takes him to NYC Pride and John cries because 1 he’s an emotional fuck and 2 he can finally be himself

- Alex is in pre-law and John is in pre-vet, but he acts like he’s majoring in law

- they are absolute cuddle monsters, and have cuddle piles with Lafayette and Hercules

- they are pretty equal partners, but John enjoys to be dominated a little more than Alex does

- Alex gets John a turtle for their 1-year anniversary. John names her Parmesan bc he fucking wants to

- they always forget to put a sock on the door and Lafayette proposes getting them to wear bells so everyone is warned when they are fucking

- Jefferson walks in on them one time and is scared for life

- John gets cut-off after graduation after his father found out his actual major

- they have to separate after college while John goes to Cornell for vet school and Alex goes to law school

- but it’s okay because when they meet up at Christmas Alex proposes to John and it’s great

- Alex once got so scared by the toaster popping he nearly put a knife through the wall

- John once lost Parmesan and didn’t tell Alex about it until she was found in one of Alex’s shoes (by Alex. That was fun)

- In college John ate more edibles than he was supposed to and ended up so blazed out of his mind that he ended up sleeping in one of the showers because he forgot how to work a doorknob

- Alex did the exact same thing, only this time he ended up at Burr’s place giggling like a loon because Burr helping him into the house tickled. Burr was not amused

- Alex and Eliza have a bet as to who can stay up the longest (for some reason) and Alex loses because Eliza drank combined red bull, monster, and coffee and Alex couldn’t compete

- Eliza offers to be their surrogate and they end up having Francis, who is a dead ringer for John, it’s scary

- Phillip is the second kid only this time Alex is the father

Okay I have to stop
I have to save some for more asks

Tossy...Part 14

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Epilogue)

The rest of the case was a blur.  You remember bits and pieces: sitting with him while he writes and signs his confession.  Standing idly by as he gets processed and booked.  The vague plea from him for you to be there by his side.  The dripping fear in his eyes.

But after that you went back to the hotel.

When your memory fully comes to, you are sitting in a chair, your feet propped up on the large window-sill of your hotel room, the curtains parted as you stare out into the night with a large glass of orange juice half-empty by your side on a table you do not remember moving to your side..

Apparently Hotch had excused you from the rest of the wrap-up…and apparently you had insisted on hailing a cab instead of riding in an SUV…and apparently you turned down any and all company that was offered.

As well as food.

And water.

And advice.

And listening ears.

Staring out of the hotel window as the darkness shrouds the ground below, you find your eyes focusing on your faded reflection: the puffy under-eyes, the makeup-less face, the empty stare, the modest rising and falling of your chest, the ratty clothes you had managed to pack in your bag despite being oddly meticulous about the clothes you wore around your colleagues.

You were slipping.

You felt yourself slipping…

Refocusing your gaze out the window, you hear a click at your door before it slowly slides open…just before the sudden jarring of the chain across the opening of the door catches the perpetrator who dare disturb you during your needed time to sink into oblivion and be invisible.



Staring out at the trees, your legs mindlessly curling into you as you situate them in your chair, you hear him call out again as the smell of warm, cheesy pizza starts wafting into the room.

“I have food,” he beckons.

You found yourself wishing he had alcohol instead.

“This is the best I could do, seeing as we can’t drink while on the job,” he says lowly.

“Fucking know-it-all,” you murmur to yourself.

“Please let me in,” he pleads.

But you couldn’t move.

You didn’t want to move.

You knew that if you moved, it would hurt.  And you knew that if it hurt, you would feel.  And you knew that if you felt, you would cry.

And you had shown enough weakness for one day.

Hearing the door close lightly behind you, you lay the side of your head against the wing of the chair, your frail, tired body curling up into the cushioning of the structure before you hear the door open again, your eyes fluttering closed as your stomach begins to growl.


Pain reminded you that you were alive.

That your heart was ticking.

That your brain was working.

That your-

“You need to eat,” Spencer says, placing his hand on your shoulder as you rip yourself from the chair, standing to your feet quickly as your wild eyes look sharply at the tall man standing just behind your chair, your hotel room door closed and locked, both in chain and in doorknob.

“How did you-?” you breathe, your body leaning slightly to the right as the door comes into view again.

“Magic,” Spencer says, the corners of his mouth ticking up as he realizes that he was able to finally impress you.

If only for a second.

“You’ll have to show me that trick,” you murmur, your eyes slowly panning back to his.

“Not until you eat,” he says, stepping to the side as his hand ushers to the piping hot pizza sitting on your bed.

“I’m not hungry,” you murmur just before your stomach growls loudly.

“Uh huh,” Spencer says, eyeing you playfully as his eyes begin to twinkle.

What the hell was he so happy about?

Feeling your eyes flutter closed, your legs begin to shake as Spencer shoots beside you, his arms darting out to catch you as he picks you up in his arms and carries you over to the bed.

You feel the coolness of the blanket his the back of your legs, and you sigh in relief as you feel your head lean on his shoulder for support, his hand reaching out to pull the pizza over so he could flip the lid open and raise a square-cut pizza slice to your mouth.

“Just one bite,” he says, barely above a whisper as the cheesy pizza corner sits taunting you at your lips.

Dropping your jaw as you take a bite, you begin to chew slowly as he takes a bite out of the opposite corner, his cheek laying down slowly on top of your head as you close your eyes.

It hurt.

It hurt without the alcohol.

And as you swallow hard, your breath coming in shaky bursts as the tears begin to fall onto Spencer’s suit-coat, he drops the pizza slice into the box and wipes his hands off on his pants, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap.

You felt empty.



…like a raw nerve at the bottom of a deeply rifted flesh wound.

And the worst part was you felt guilty.

For you had no rhyme.

And no reason…

…and absolutely no starting point.

And you sobbed for the disappointment you had turned out to be.

Lucky Stars

Word Count: 3228

Pairing: Bucky/Reader

Warnings: Super wrong astronomy. Probably won’t bother you unless you study astronomy.

Summary: Bucky takes an interest in an art project that you’ve been working on, and you’re more than happy to share it with him. 

Note: So my main fic that I’ve been working on has become really angsty and I still have some dark bits to get through. So when I got inspiration for this fluffy one shot, I went with it.

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anonymous asked:

If you're still doing the paragraph writing thing, how about You Don't Know Jack? Thanks for everything! PS nice new icon!

*salutes* And thanks! Becca drew it. :D 

Continuation of this and this.


Danny couldn’t understand the appeal of being drunk. It felt awful. He felt awful, and not just because he’d flown into a brick wall. Twice. Okay, maybe more than twice. He was a little muzzy on the details… time seemed to bend and stretch in a way that made him queasy. 

One minute he was smashing glasses on Vlad’s fancy dining room floor. The next he’d been battling the dumb snowy wind that kept throwing him off course. Now he was here, back home, and he’d forgotten how doorknobs worked, and there was blood dribbling from his nose and spotting the snow that had drifted up onto the front step.

“Shtupid… doorr,” Danny slurred out, and kicked it. His heart wasn’t in it, though. His heart was still busy sitting like a lead ball in the pit of his stomach, all knotted up and painful. Tears prickled in his eyes; he sniffed, then stopped because that hurt and filled his sinuses with the sting of blood.

“Vladsha…” He glared at the doorknob until it came into focus. “Vlad’s a lying liar,” he articulated quite clearly, and felt better. He clutched at the knob with no real hope of making it work, but then it suddenly turned in his grasp and the door opened from the inside.

“Idiot” comes from the Greek word idios, meaning personal or private, a connotation that still survives in words such as “idiosyncrasy.” So, originally, an idiot was simply a private individual – maybe, but not necessarily, because he couldn’t figure out how the doorknob worked and was trapped in his home.

In ancient Greece, the term grew to be applied to the “common man” – in other words, a private citizen, as opposed to someone holding a public office. (You read that right: In the good old days, there were no idiots in politics.) Of course, back then an ordinary person was almost always also an uneducated person. You see where this is headed. It wasn’t long until the upper crust started extending the term from laypeople in general to “those stupid laypeople,” and from there it was only a hop, skip, and a jump to Halfwit City, population: you.

5 Common Insults That Reveal Dark Things About Society

My little girl is toddling all over the house and I can’t chase her or safety proof things enough. I’ve never realized how dangerous doorknobs were until I went onto WebMD.

In other unrelated news, I’ve finally started a full course load at college. And on days when my future hubby Jesse St. Sweetheart is busy, she’ll be coming with. #ParentingIsHard

You deserve me.

That’s something I wrote before lunch. I got inspired and I wanted to write it. It’s the very first time I write something like that, so don’t be mad at me! :( It’s pretty shit because I’m not an English speaker and it will probably have loads of mistakes. Try to enjoy it!

Another version of the disable toilet discussion.

‘It’s obvious she’s angry with me. I felt asleep while she was downstairs. That’s why she’s abvoiding me. I fucked everything up.’ That’s the only thing I’ve been thinking all day. I wasn’t paying attention in any class because I fucked up my date with Rae the other day. 

Now, I’m in the middle of the corridor, going for another boring class. I don’t even know if it’s maths, science or bloody English. And then, there she was. Walking towards me. 

“Oh, balls…" 

Oh, no. She’s not. 

"Rae! Oi!” I go after her. I want to tell her I’m sorry. That I got too much vodka the other day that I couldn’t help myself and fell asleep in my bedroom. But, of course, she seems as she doesn’t want to see me today. I wait for her to look at me, because I know she tuend around just so she doesn’t have to speak to me. I’m a dickhead.

“Oh, hiya”.

“Where’ve you been?" 

"About.” Isn’t it obvious, Finn? Anywhere far from you. The only chance I had to be with her in weeks, and I fall asleep. Fantastic! “Um… I’ve got to go.”

“What?” What? She’s not going anywhere. I want to see her. I wanna talk to her. I want to apologize myself. 

I grab her from her arm, expecting to turn her around towards me, but she’s walking through the corridor again. Leaving me. Again. As if it was the first day of college. What’s the matter with her? I know I’m not the best boyfriend of the world and I drank too much in our last meeting, but… but we need to fix this.

“Stop. Look… What are you doing?”

“Can we not do this here, Finn?”

“Do what?” And afterwards, I’m locked in the disabled toilet. At least, we’re here alone. And we can talk. And snogg for a bit if she lets me… The moment the door is closed, her expression changes. She seems upset, or worried, or tired of me being a complete knobhead… “Why are you being a dickhead?” It’s part my fault, but she has the other part too. This… is a relationship. Two people involved. I’m not good at speaking, although we have to communicate with each other. And she’s like putting the fucking Berlin wall between us. 

“Don’t call me a dickhead”. 

“You’ve been ignoring me. Deny it.” Okay. Let’s face it. She doesn’t want me around her. Or that’s what people think. I told Archie to speak to her. Just because I miss her. She doesn’t speak to me on college and all I do is looking for her, like a fucking puppy is with his master. 

And that face she puts. She’s avoiding me with her eyes. That means something! I’m right. I fucked everything up on our date. “What? Is it… Is it because the other night?” It’s time to face the truth. “I know I got a bit drunk, but you were giving me drink all the time… Sorry.” I’m at her mercy. Even if it’s her fault, I would apologize too. 

Afterwards, she sits on the toilet.  

“It’s not that.”

And then, I started to not understand anything. She seems sad. But if it’s not because of the other day, what was the real story about our aloofness? 

“Then what is it?”

“I just don’t get it.” No. I definitely don’t understand a fucking shit. What’s she talking about? 

“You don’t get what?”

“You’re an eleven and I’m a four.” Eleven? Four? Why is she talking about Maths? She know I fucking hate them and I’m crap at them. No, really. I don’t get it. What is she up to?

“I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.” Me. The gang. The fucking school. anyone knows what she’s talking about. 

“You should be going out with people like Stacey.” Stacey? What is she even mentioned in this conversation? “Not someone like me.” What? Did I hear right? Why would I go out with Stacey? I did it once, and it was the worst decission I’ve ever done. A big fucking mistakr that was. “Most people when they see us must be thinking, 'Oh, he must be mad, going out with that’.”

I can’t believe this. Is she insane? That’s absolute bollocks. Why would I pay attention to other people when I’m with her? If they had eyes, they’d fond of her. She’s the most lovely, funny, interesting, affectionate, caring and strongest person in all of Lincolnshire. I’d say she’s the best of all England!

“That what?” And she stops speaking. Like, why? Just answer me, Rae! “THAT WHAT!?” I want an answer. A proper answer for that. What does she think she is, a fucking animal or something? As if she had all the right in our relationship. I have feeling too. I’ve got nothing but feelings for her. I fucking love her! Can’t she see that? “You don’t tell me who I can and can’t fancy, all right? That is mine. That belongs to me. No one else. No one. Not even you." 

"So why do you like me?” BECAUSE YOU ROCK MY WORLD, RAE!

“Because I do, that’s it!”


“Just because. Now, are you gonna stop being a dickhead?” Please, stop arguing with me. That really hurts. You can’t imagine how bad I feel for us right now. Just stop… Come to me. Take my hand and kiss me. Forget everyone. Forget about Stacey, about the gang. Just… think about me. All the time. Like I always do with you.

And she stands up again. She reads my mind. And now she’s gonna kiss me and everything’s gonna be fine between us. No more arguments. No more fights. Just me and her.

“Stop calling me a dickhead! You’re the dickhead…” Wow, she’s angry. She’s gonna slap me on the face. No, please. 

I kiss her. To shut her up. To tell her how much I like her. How much she matters to me. She has to know how much she means to me. That if she’s happy, I am. If she’s sad, I cheer her up. If she cries, I dry her tears. She’s my fucking world!

When we stop kissing, she seems better. And I’m glad. 

“You’re a dickhead.” If that means we’re alright and you love me, that’s how it’s gonna be. You’re MY dickhead too. 

“You’re the dickhead”. How am I not supposed to like her? To love her? Look at her. How she smiles at me. 

I play with my finger on her nose, as she does the same with mine. And we’re fine. I can’t stop from laughing a little bit. Now we have to get out of here, so I can show the world how grateful and proud I am of her. 

“Come on.” I go to the door, just pushing the doorknob to go outside, although I end up with it in my hand. “Oh, shit!” I try to fix it, while she waits for me to do it. “Shit, it’s jammed.” I’d like to see her face. She looks so beautiful when she’s happy. When she’s with me. It has this thing in her eyes that drive me crazy. If we get stuck in here, I’m sure I have a duty to do: Look at those big beautiful eyes and get lost in them. 

“Oh my God!” I punch at the door expecting that someone can hear us and try to open the door. Or at least, call for the maintenance man. “No, no, no, no! No, don’t do that!” I look at her, furrowing my brow.  "Then they’ll find out that we were in there, together. they’ll think we’ve been fucking.“ Why is she freaking out? We’re just on the toilet. We were talking. We were doing nothing wrong in here.

"Why would we fuck in a disabled toilet?” Sometimes I ask stupid questions. It’s something obvious, Finn. You’re definitely the dickhead in this relationship. 

“Because there’s more room in here than in a normal toilet.” Look at her face. She’s freaking out about it. And I wanna laugh, but it wouldn’t be right. But she looks so cute when she’s worried. “It’s even got these little handle things. For purchase!” I can’t stop from laughing. She’s so funny sometimes.

“Right, well, what do you suggest?” Better be on her side, although I want another argument. 

“Okey. Have you got one of those mobile telephone…?” What the fuck Rae? We’re in 1996. Do you know how much does them cost or something? As if I have a fucking millionare!

“No, of course not, I’m not a millionaire! We’re just going to have to get help from somebody.” And again, I start punching at the door.  "Hello?“

"No, this can not be happening.”

“Hello? Hiya, mate, can you get some help for us? We’re stuck in here.” I look out Rae of the corner of my eye. Is she okey? 

“Oh, my God…”

“Is there two of you in there?” That’s the only voice that comes from outside. Is he laughing? Because the moment I get out of here, I’m gonna punch him on his face.

“This is not happening…”

“Mate, will you just go and get someone, please?” I was happy. I was calm. and all I can think about right now is  this boy. My girl is freaking out behind me and this “mate” is not helping. 

“Don’t worry mate. I’m coming with support.” Silence. I can’t hear nothing after that. I hope he’s right and he went for some help.

I turn around, watching Rae on the other side of the toilet and I smile at her. I walk a few steps and I put my hand over her cheek. 

“Are you all right? Do you feel good?” I’m worried about her. I’m not sure if she’s clautrophobic but it had happened something similar on the love caravan. It was a small place… And she had the chance to go outside when we were there. Now, we’re locked. Maybe she is and she never told me…

“Yeah. I’m fine. I just need to get out of here.” She goes to the sink, putting her hands on the small flat place. I approach her, giving her a kiss on her cheek and a smile through the mirror. She smiles at me too and I can’t stop myself from giving her a quick kiss on her lips, biting her bottom one afterwards. 

She’s blushing. I laugh. She laughs. I give her another peck on her cheek and we can hear how the doorknob is being forced. We’re gonna be out of here soon.

After a few minutes, the door opens. What I haven’t expecting is all the audience that we had on the corridor. what the fuck are they doing here? I take Rae’s hand on mine, while we leave the toilet. I know Rae’s afraid. And while we’re walking down the corridor she tries to look back at all the bunch of knobheads that were looking at us, but I don’t let her. I make her go outside the building. I was tired of that bloody day at that jail for teenagers, so I approach her to my Dad’s car and I make her sit on the passenger’s seat. 

“Let’s go to the fucking pub, yeah?” I wink at her, making her smile wide and, before starting the car, I kiss her lips. Softly. Even if we had a shitty day, we have some hours for ourselves. And I’m gonna spend them with her. Because she deserve them. She deserves me. And I deserve her. Because we’re meant for one another.