sleeping with someone is literally tHE BEST THING EVER like having someone pull you closer when they’re sleepy and giving you soft kisses because they’re tired but still wanna show affection is SO GREAT
Warnings: Smut, oral (male and female receiving), insecure reader, language
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. This is the first part of what I hope is a lengthy and smutty series. Any feedback is always appreciated. This is also for @emilywritesaboutdean and @wheresthekillswitch ‘s Do It Like TFW Challenge (The gif is near the bottom)
A thank you to my beta @ayeronda for betaing at an ungodly hour and being so wonderful.
It’s been a long ass day and an even longer hunt. You were more than happy to be sitting on Dean’s bed in the boys’ motel room, sipping on your second, or maybe it is the third beer. And that was just here, it wasn’t counting the four or five shots you had had down at the bar. So now you were here and Sam was riding Dean hard about his strikeout at the bar.
“Dude, you were never going home with her.”
“She doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”
You can’t help but chuckle, “What? Two whole minutes?”
“You had sex in the Museum of Modern Art ? Oh my gawd..” Penelope’s hands were clasped over her mouth and she was almost shaking with laughter.
You all were. What had started off as a nice meal cooked by JJ, had quickly escalated into a full on girls night in. You were all strewn about her living room, wine bottles in various places. You were lying on her couch, your feet placed in Emily’s lap and you were all discussing the various strange places you’d had sex.
You were tipsy, pleasantly on your way to being hammered and you were having a brilliant night in with your female colleagues. Garcia was sat in the arm chair with her legs slung up over the side and JJ was sprawled out on her floor, her head propped up on her arms and a half empty bottle of wine next to her. She’d taken to swigging directly from the bottle as she’d smashed her second wine glass an hour ago and you’d all berated her for wasting alcohol. You knew where your priorities were.
“Yep! I used to date one of the security guards when I was eighteen. He snuck us in after hours,” Emily told you, her face pink with laughter.
“God…” JJ said. “The most adventurous place me and Will do it is in the shower, he loves it in there.”
You giggled, “Spence loves it when we fuck in the shower too, although I’m always scared we’ll slip over.”
The three girls stopped laughing and all turned to look at you incredulously.
“Spence?” Emily asked.
Your eyes widened as you realised what you’d said.
“OUR Spencer?!?” JJ rearranged herself into an upright position, crossing her legs and leaning forward.
“Y/N? Really? You and Reid?”
JJ crawled across the floor and pulled out her handbag which was stashed at the side of her couch. Taking out her purse, she handed fifty dollars to Emily.
“Penelope, I believe you owe me fifty too?” Prentiss told Garcia.
“In a minute. I still…. Really?” She was leaning forward in her seat.
“You can’t say anything to the guys. Please. We’re not ready for people to know yet.”
“OH MY GOSH, IT’S TRUE!!” Garcia squealed and you caught JJ rolling her eyes and making the motion of covering her ears.
You took a big gulp of wine and nodded, readying yourself for the questions.
“When?” Penny demanded to know. “No no no wait.. I bet it was at Morgan’s party? Am I right, am I right?”
You shook your head. “We were together by then.”
“THAT WAS THREE MONTHS AGO, Y/N.”
Emily and JJ just looked amused, watching the exchange between you two. You gave them all a sheepish look.
“The time we went on that outward bounds team building thing? I remember you two lagging behind on the trails. Did something happen then. Wait… You two got back to camp a good thirty minutes after the rest of us. It was then wasn’t it… Oh I can see it now; you trip and Spencer reaches for you to stop your fall. You end up in a pile on the floor and stare into each others…. ”
“Pen, no. We were already together then too. Although something definitely happened in those woods.”
JJ interrupted her just before she was about to launch into another convoluted guess. “When exactly did it happen?”
“Erm…. You remember that case where I was really ill and Spencer ended up escorting me home and spent the weekend looking after me.”
“Hahahaha,” Emily laughed. “So you played a little bit of Doctor Reid and patient then.”
“Weeell not exactly. I was too ill. But that’s when we discovered that we both liked each other.”
“Girl, we could have told you that.” JJ sipped from her wine bottle, grinning at you.
“So wow… That was… ” Garcia thought back in her head, “Seven months ago.”
“What’s he like, you know, as a boyfriend?” JJ asked.
All three awwwwed in unison. You weren’t lying either, Spencer really was the best partner you’d had.
“Does anyone at work know?” Garcia wanted to know.
“Only Hotch. And that was because we felt he ought to. He’s fine with it as long as it doesn’t effect our work. Which so far, it hasn’t.”
There was a moments pause before Emily cleared her throat.
“I’m just gonna ask what those two are thinking. What’s he like in the sack?”
“I can’t tell you that!!”
“Yes you can.” They urged, almost as if they were a practiced chorus.
“No, I can’t!”
“You’ve gotta give us something here.” Garcia begged.
“Look, all I’ll say is that he’s definitely picked up a thing or two from all the things he’s read, and that he makes me extremely happy.”
Another trio of awwws.
“I never really imagined Spencer to be a shower sex kinda guy though,” Emily piped up.
“Oh he definitely is. I swear, the amount of times one of us has nearly slipped over.”
The girls had promised not to say anything and you were trying to find the right time to tell Reid that you’d let it slip. You’d decided that when you were ready, you’d tell everyone together.
You were sitting across from each other around the circular table in the meeting room with Hotch, Derek and Rossi, waiting for the other three.
Strolling in with smirks on their faces, they handed Reid a wrapped package.
You looked at them curiously.
“A present? What did I do to deserve this?” He asked them excitedly, ripping it open at their urging.
“An anti slip shower mat? I don’t get it?” He looked at them confused.
You were going to kill them. All three of them, together.
“Y/N was telling us the other night how you sometimes have problems staying upright in the shower,” Emily told him as the other two tried to keep a straight face.
“I’m sorry…… I’m so sorry!!”
He started to chuckle as did the other men. Standing up, he quickly walked around the table and pulled you out of your chair, wrapping his arms around you.
“I kinda let it slip too, last weekend when we were at Rossi’s.”
“Thank God!” Derek exclaimed loudly. “I thought we were gonna have to pretend we didn’t know forever. You have no idea how hard this last week has been for me, wanting to make jokes at your twos expense. Although… The shower mat. I don’t get it?”
Penelope whispered something into his ear and he grinned, nodding approvingly.
Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - Part 2
A/N: Sorry on such a long wait for this imagine. I hope that it was worth it though. Enjoy my lovelies:)
The final bell rings, signalling the end of class and also the end of the school day. You start packing up your things with shaky hands, your nerves getting the best of you. It’s Friday today. Which means it’s the beginning of the weekend. This also means that you will be going to Zach’s house, staying there for the next couple of days.
You have been able to stay calm and collected the next few days after he had asked you to sleep over at his house for the weekend, but right now you can’t help but start to feel really antsy.
Sugaring is honestly 40% luck and 60% persistence. 💭
Don’t ever forget this, ladies! I’ve been wanting to say this for a while now, especially to the black and brown aspiring sugar babies. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve gotten down on myself about not receiving the same kind of attention as I know white sugar babies do, or reading through a profile that sounds ideal and then at the end seeing the part that says “Caucasian, Latina, and Asian only - just a PREFERENCE”. 🙄 Don’t give up.
The other thing that I think needs to be said is that I am not conventionally pretty. I did the Big Chop about four months ago and still think that my nose is a little too big for my face (I was told that all the time growing up). But guess what? Every POT date that I’ve been on, I’ve walked away with an arrangement offer. I have been begged for second dates, been promised $150 just to have dinner and walked away after being given all the cash he had in his wallet, I’m preparing to move into my own studio apartment, paid my mom back all the money I’ve owed her, started saving again, and was able to buy my best friend a really expensive gift that I knew she’d love (lots of tears were shed).
I spent almost a year after my last vanilla relationship feeling like I wasn’t worth it. I was 19 when that relationship began; he was 26. When it ended, I felt like he had stolen something from me… my time, the gift of my intimate self, money I had spent going to visit him almost every weekend. I realized that what I had provided was labor – emotional and sexual labor, that was never reciprocated or compensated in a way that I felt okay with.
If a man wants you, he needs to be providing something in return. To me, orgasms aren’t enough. I can literally give myself a better orgasm than I’ve ever had with a man by using a vibrator. I have deeper emotional connections and conversations with my best friends than I’ve ever had with a man.
Do these men believe they can have that mind blowing orgasm without a woman? No. Can they feel that highly desired level of feminine energy without a woman? No. They need us. And for that, we deserve to be compensated for it.
Don’t forget that. You are worth it. You are beautiful. You deserve whatever it is that you want. You can have it. Go get it. 💕
#25WeeksPregnant! A good week! Been feeling really up, spent time with LOTS of people, worked hard, joined the school PTA, filmed with friends (collabs with Zoe, Dan and Phil coming soon!), had a blissful date morning with Liam. Baby Girl has been on the move!! Wriggles and kicks and lots of time swirling. The very lower part of my back on the right side is hurting a LOT but that makes for a good excuse to have a lot of Lush baths!! This weekend Liam’s working so I’m using it to catch up on writing, filming, editing and sitting down!! 15 weeks to go!! 💁🏼💖👶🏼 ps- is this the best bump shot yet?? http://ift.tt/2xAS8NK
“i really love Spider-Man. I feel like I shouldn’t, but i do.”
“Jen, I have a Spider-Man shower curtain. If you’re looking for someone to shame you for loving Peter Parker, it’s certainly not gonna come from me.”
-me to my best friend about our mutual love for Spidey.
Here’s my first time posting a Peter Parker reader insert on tumblr. I’m supposed to be working on requests for DeviantArt but ssssh, I’ll get to it later. I just wanna indulge in Peter Parker for a little while longer 💕
Today had been awful for you, and you needed your daily dose of Peter cuddles in order to make it to the weekend.
“Ugh, fuck Tuesdays, honestly.”
Because 99% of the teachers in Midtown High were out to get you, you had to deal with pop quizzes for half of your classes and you had been called on numerous times to answer questions you didn’t even know the answers to.
It felt like you had been made into a complete laughingstock throughout the day, and you were honestly exhausted.
There was no way you were going home after this shitty day.
Earlier, you had texted your parents, letting them know that you planned to stay the night at Peter’s place, and you were super grateful that they let you go without a single complaint.
You knew that they would let you spend the night at his house because he was basically your best friend in the whole world. Ignoring the fact that you had feelings for him, you were okay with being his best friend and did your best to support him when he DID have crushes. (Damn you Liz Allan for winning Peter’s affections just from existing!)
Letting out a sigh of relief when you arrived at Peter’s apartment complex, you walk up the creaky steps and greeted the neighbors that passed by with a smile on your face.
Arriving at Peter’s apartment, you knock on the door and wait a few beats, hoping that Aunt May wouldn’t mind you spending the night. After waiting a few minutes, you hear the lock unlatch before revealing a cheerful woman as she greeted you with a wide smile. “[Name], it’s good to see you! Unfortunately, Peter will be working a bit late and won’t be home until much later.”
“That’s fine! I’m used to his crazy schedule, anyways.” You step into the apartment and detect the scent of cinnamon and apples in the air, “Ohh, are you making something Aunt May?”
“I am. I wanted to treat Peter with his favorite apple pie since he’s been so good. Has he told you about the internship he got with Mr. Stark?”
You nod, “He has. But again, it comes as no surprise to me since he’s so smart. Do you mind if I help you?” You ask with a beaming smile on your face.
"Are you kidding me? I was counting on your help!”
You spend the next couple of hours baking with Aunt May. During that time, both of you shared embarrassing stories pertaining to Peter as you each got bits of sugar and flour in your hair from how much you were giggling.
It was nearing 10 in the evening when you and May finished baking the pie and had a quick dinner of meatballs and spaghetti. She saves a plate for Peter and places it in the fridge when you excused yourself.
"I think I’m gonna wait for Peter in his room.”
"That’s fine dear, but remember-”
”Yes, I’ll keep the door open. Jeez, I keep telling you there’s nothing to worry about since Peter only sees me as like, his sister. Goodnight May!”
The older woman laughs and responds with her own “Goodnight.” When she sees that you have disappeared into Peter’s room, she shakes her head, practically in disbelief at how oblivious you were when it came to her beloved nephew’s feelings for you.
You sigh and throw your schoolbag against the corner of Peter’s room. Scratching the back of your head, you quickly rummage through the drawers and found the sweater and pair of sweatpants you always wore when you spent the night. Holding his clothes close to your chest, you snuggle them for a few seconds before putting them on.
Of course the clothes were a little long on you, but you were too busy acknowledging the fact that you were surrounded with Peter’s comforting scent.
You really didn’t care how much his clothes dwarfed your form.
You breathe in deeply, smelling the faint scent of his cologne. With a dreamy smile on your face, you fall into Peter’s twin sized bed and curled up against his pillow, nuzzling its softness before shutting your eyes.
It was close to midnight when Peter finished his nightly patrol around the city. When he came home, he was greeted with the mouth watering scent of apple pie and spaghetti. Going into the kitchen, he sees the note that Aunt May left him:
Dinner is in the fridge, your favorite pie is on the counter ♡ ps- [name] is spending the night so please be quiet when you come home!
His appetite was long forgotten when he realized that –you– were here. With his heart hammering in anticipation, Peter tiptoes to his room and sees you curled up in his bed.
His heart melts at the sight of you, and he feels a strange type of possessiveness wash over him. You looked good in his clothes, and he would do anything to keep you by his side.
No other man would ever know the pleasure of you wearing their clothes.
Shrugging off his hoodie, he throws it to the side and gets on the bed with you, being careful with his movements so that you wouldn’t awaken. With an almost reverent touch, he runs the back of his hand against your cheek.
“You’re so beautiful. You’ll never know how much I want you to be mine…” his heart continued its rapid gallop, and he felt all of his hesitation disappear at the sight of your sleeping face. Taking advantage of the fact that you were unconscious, Peter leans in and presses a kiss against your lips.
"I love you.”
In your sleepy haze, you heard him and wrap your arms around his neck, opening your eyes just a tiny bit as a smirk adorned your features, “So you love me? I thought you had a thing for Liz.”
Peter stutters, feeling flustered at hearing your sleepy voice and looking at your features at such a close proximity. You prevent him from pulling away by kissing him again, effectively silencing his nervous rants when he kissed you back.
After a few minutes, you pull away and look into his sweet brown eyes, hearing him admit, “I only had a mild crush on Liz. You are the one I’ve always wanted.”
You giggle and kiss the bottom of his jaw. “Tell me, what made you finally admit your undying love for me? I… I honestly thought I didn’t have a chance with you.”
Peter chuckles before pulling you toward him in a warm hug, making you settle against his chest when he lays back. He kisses the top of your head, “It’s me who thought I wouldn’t have a chance with you because you’re too good for me. But to answer your question…”
Peter trails off and places his hand on the sweater your were currently wearing. Your breath hitches when he gently reaches in and touches your skin from beneath the fabric, “Seeing you wearing my clothes has always been a weakness of mine, and I couldn’t stand just having you as a friend anymore.”
You giggle and nuzzle Peter’s chest before leaning up to press a kiss against the base of his throat. “Then I should wear your sweaters more often.”
❛ What are your Easter plans? ❜
❛ You’re never too old to hunt some eggs! ❜
❛ I’m going to Church, mind joining me? ❜
❛ I hope you have a wonderful Easter my friend! ❜
❛ I can’t believe it’s supposed to snow on Easter! ❜
❛ We’re coloring some eggs for Easter, want to help? ❜
❛ I’m baking some goods for Easter, mind helping me? ❜
❛ Are you supposed to boil the eggs before coloring them? ❜
❛ Hey! I got a dollar in one of my plastic eggs! ❜
❛ I never really went egg hunting, ever in my whole life. ❜
❛ So, you walk around and find eggs? That’s it? ❜
❛ Are you going to go shopping with me later? ❜
❛ How does this outfit look? I’m going to wear it for Easter. ❜
❛ Who gets drunk on Easter? ❜
Oh, Easter! Another holiday to use as an excuse to drink! ❜
❛ I drink on all holidays, especially Easter. ❜
❛ I’ve got a surprise egg for you! ❜
❛ Help me fill these eggs with candy. ❜
❛ I can’t believe it’s already Easter. ❜
❛ I never really cared much for Easter, or any holiday. ❜
❛ You didn’t come to the Easter festival today? ❜
❛ Isn’t this like for kids more than anyone? ❜
❛ A holiday to play with eggs! Sounds delightful! ❜
❛ I’m taking my child to see the Easter bunny, want to tag along? ❜
❛ I always loved getting my picture taking with the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ This egg is my egg, I’m keeping it. ❜
❛ Please don’t say you’re wearing that? ❜
❛ I made you a Easter basket. ❜
❛ I got you a Easter basket anyway. ❜
❛ Easter candy is my favorite! ❜
❛ Don’t wait up for the Easter Bunny for that one. ❜
❛ Christmas and Easter are probably the two holiest days in the Christian calendar. ❜
❛ I enjoyed watching the Easter Parade. ❜
❛ The shops are closed on Easter. ❜
❛ Are you going to that Easter thing this weekend? ❜
❛ I’m decorating for Easter, want to help out? ❜
❛ Hey, check out this cool Easter banter I’m going to hang later. ❜
❛ I have a chocolate egg just for you. ❜
❛ I love Easter and all the pastel coloring! ❜
❛ Pastel colors are Easter’s aesthetic. ❜
❛ I just love all these pastel colors! ❜
❛ Tell me, what is Easter again? ❜
❛ Ahh, Easter! Another holiday with great candy! ❜
❛ I’m so not ready for Easter yet. ❜
❛ So, doing anything fun for Easter coming up? ❜
❛ I hope you have a wonderful Easter weekend! ❜
❛ I always loved Easter as a child! ❜
❛ Easter is like my favorite holiday! ❜
❛ I got you a Easter card, hope you like it. ❜
❛ What should I get my boy/girlfriend for Easter? ❜
❛ I really wanted to get you something for Easter. ❜
❛ We should totally sign up to be in this Easter parade. ❜
❛ They’re handing out free candy because it’s Easter this weekend. ❜
❛ They do have Easter baskets on sale, want to get check them out? ❜
❛ There is nothing in this basket but candy? ❜
❛ I’ve got some extra Easter supplies you can use to make a basket. ❜
❛ Easter is like a arts and crafts holiday. ❜
❛ I’ve never been so excited for Easter before! ❜
❛ Why are you so excited for Easter? ❜
❛ I think this Easter will be better than my last. ❜
❛ It just feels like another day to me. ❜
❛ I can’t believe you don’t want to have some fun! ❜
❛ Did you get the basket I mailed you? ❜
❛ I mailed you gift. ❜
❛ Happy Easter! ❜
❛ I don’t really want to participate in this event. ❜
❛ Aw, you’re such a downer! Cheer up! ❜
❛ I really need your help with sitting this up. ❜
❛ I will never be able to pull this Easter party off. ❜
❛ Hey, it’s a double holiday! My birthday is this Easter! ❜
❛ So, is Easter is always on a Sunday? ❜
❛ I can’t believe you’ve never went egg hunting before. ❜
❛ You have not lived until you’ve hunted for eggs like they were gold. ❜
❛ It’s a Easter costume contest, just do it with me! ❜
❛ Who wears a costume on Easter? Other than the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ Plot twist, I’m the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ What’s a good book to read to kids on Easter? ❜
❛ This is the best way to go about doing it I guess. ❜
❛ I really didn’t Easter was this weekend. ❜
❛ I thought Easter had already passed. ❜
❛ Is there going to be food at this event? ❜
❛ Aw, what a cute picture of you and the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ I’ve got so many baskets to make this year. ❜
❛ I’m going to church with my family, I told you already. ❜
❛ I love this Easter day sale. I’ve been here all day. ❜
❛ All the stores are having a sale for Easter and I’m not missing it. ❜
❛ I just bought so much Easter crap. ❜
❛ I collect Easter eggs, if you were wondering why I have so many. ❜
❛ Okay, we got everything we need, now let’s get to work. ❜
❛ The school is having a Easter thing in the gym, want to go with me? ❜
❛ I never understood Easter. ❜
❛ Does the Easter bunny have a name? ❜
❛ Let’s just go shopping, that’s always helpful. ❜
❛ I really must admit, I didn’t think you could pull this off. ❜
❛ Is that a Easter bunny I see? ❜
❛ Let’s go to the petting zoo for Easter! ❜
❛ I love Easter festivals, they’re so much fun! ❜
❛ Well, for what it’s worth you make the best Easter bunny. ❜
❛ Wow, you work as the Easter bunny at the mall? ❜
❛ I’m dressing up as the Easter bunny this year for all the kids. ❜
❛ I’m just here to take pictures for my scrapbook. ❜
❛ Let’s start a Easter scrapbook! ❜
❛ So, we’re heading out early tomorrow, set your alarm. ❜
❛ Man, coloring eggs is pretty messy. ❜
❛ You should have put newspaper down before. ❜
❛ I got you a pet rabbit for Easter. ❜
❛ What’s a good Easter gift for someone? ❜
❛ Is Easter this weekend? ❜
❛ Ever notice how Easter is always on a Sunday? ❜
❛ I’m ordering pizza for Easter, I don’t care! ❜
❛ Okay, so cute these papers into shapes of eggs or rabbits. ❜
❛ I’m send you a special someone for Easter. ❜
❛ Did you ever get that Easter basket I made for you? ❜
❛ I love making Easter baskets! It’s so much fun! ❜
❛ We’re setting up a Easter theme. ❜
❛ This is a beautiful Easter play idea. We should do it. ❜
❛ Are you auditioning for the Easter play? ❜
❛ The school is having a Easter day play, you want to come? ❜
❛ It’s perfect weather for a Easter Sunday! ❜
❛ Okay, help me hide these eggs for the kiddos. ❜
❛ We have to hide all these eggs. ❜
❛ Fill the rest of those plastic eggs. ❜
❛ The eggs you found you keep. ❜
❛ There is going to be a egg hunting contest later. ❜
❛ Don’t forget to watch for the Easter bunny on TV later. ❜
❛ I’m not that into Easter this year. ❜
❛ How are you not ready for Easter? ❜
❛ Is Easter always chaotic like this? ❜
❛ I’m going to take Easter pictures with my family. ❜
❛ Easter cards are an actual thing? ❜
❛ Wait, so you had no idea it was Easter? There are posters everywhere. ❜
❛ I auditioned to be in the Easter play at school so I could skip going to church with my parents. ❜
Pairing: Peter X Reader Warnings: Language, Underage Drinking A/N: I am still in awe over all the love I’ve been getting on my imagines, thank you guys so much for reading them and giving me feedback! I wanted to remind you guys that I do not have a tags list, but I do have a posting schedule and masterlist.
“Sorry babe, I have a girlfriend,” Peter slurred against you, his entire body weight leaning for support on your smaller frame.
“Peter, you don’t have a girlfriend,” you rolled your eyes, helping him up the steps to your apartment.
You had never seen your best friend drunk before, much less in such an intoxicated state that he couldn’t even go up the stairs on his own. Your parents were out of town for the weekend and you were afraid of Peter getting in major trouble with his Aunt, so you made up a cute story about how Peter fell asleep on the way home from the party and you decided to just stay at your place and have a sleepover. May loved you and ate the story up, much to your relief and slight guilt.
So here you were now, dragging up an incredibly delirious and quite heavy boy to your apartment, where he could pass out on your couch and wake up with a hangover and not worry about Aunt May finding out at all.
“Yeah I do,” he protested, his words getting jumbled as you two reached the top, “She just doesn’t know we’re dating yet. I loooovveeee herrrrr!”
Title: Long Lasting Lies Fandom: MCU/Spider-Man Characters:Peter Parker x female!reader, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Betty Brant, Cindy Moon, Flash Thompson Warnings:mentions of cheating on a partner, mentions of mugging, mild swearing, one tiny mention of sex Word Count: 3,129 Requested: This was literally requested by 70 people, I’m not even kidding. Blurb: You, Peter Parker’s girlfriend, have noticed that Peter has distanced himself, and have caught him lying on multiple occasions. When you confront him after being saved by Spider-Man, you are unaware that his excuse is only another one of his lies. A/N: You guys asked for it so here it is! Just a quick reminder that I live in Australia so I’m not on break and I don’t have any holidays, therefore I still won’t be updating as frequently as I wish I could :(
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your first name [L/N] = your last name
You were furious with yourself. There you were, boyfriend-less for only two days and it already felt like you were falling apart. Not only had you lost your boyfriend of almost half a year, but you had also lost a best friend. And it really, really sucked. You allowed yourself to wallow for the weekend, inviting over Michelle to watch horror films. The both of you had collectively decided that romance films were only going to do more damage at that point. And everything felt normal for a while. You and Michelle were laughing over the terrible special effects in a particularly crappy film when reality hit you. Peter, the boy who you had practically been attached to at the hip, was now somebody that you would regard as an “enemy”.
The thought had destroyed you, sending you from peels of laughter into quiet sobs as Michelle paused the film and reached over to hug you. You appreciated her attempts to cheer you up, but it felt like nobody would ever cheer you up again. The pain in your chest felt constant and relentless, and you subconsciously rubbed your chest and collarbones, as if these physical actions could mend your perpetual internal suffering.
“Peter is not worth your pain, Y/N.” Michelle tried to convince you. “That guy is a real asshole for doing what he did to you. And I’m sorry that you feel the way you do right now,” she sighed and retreated from your embrace, only to look you straight in the eyes. “But no boy is worth your tears, unless they’re tears of joy.”
You mustered a smile. “Thanks, Michelle.” you recognised her efforts, and she smiled back at you, coffee-colored eyes showing that she was relieved at your reaction. “I know it’s silly to cry over Peter, especially after the way he treated me and the things he did to me,” you bit your bottom lip. “Is it stupid that I’m dreading going to school the most?” you asked her. “Seeing Peter in the hallway, in class? I sit next to him in every class that we have together, now I have to find a new seat and I’ve already mentally adjusted to the angle of the whiteboard which-“
“I think that you’re overthinking this.” Michelle interrupted. “Find a new seat. One that doesn’t have a view of the back of Peter’s head, and one where he isn’t in your periphery. It’s going to be okay, Y/N. You have me and I’m sure you have Ned, too. You’ll get through this.” you smiled a watery smile, accompanied by tears in your eyes at the sincerity in Michelle’s voice.
“Thanks, Michelle.” you said again, really meaning it this time.
“What the hell, Peter?!” Ned practically stormed into Peter Parker’s bedroom. Peter — who had been lying on his stomach with his elbows propping up his upper body, clutching a pillow tightly to his face — wiped at his face as quickly as possible before facing Ned, who shut Peter’s door loudly. “I haven’t heard from you all weekend and Michelle just told me that you broke up with Y/N?” Peter sniffled before nodding his head. “Is it true? That you cheated on her?” Ned looked so disappointed with Peter that he felt his chest tighten, tears welling in his eyes again, threatening to spill.
She’s going to do it this time, really. She is. This isn’t like the last two times. For one thing, this time Kara excused herself to the restroom right at the end of the meal, found the waiter, and gave him her credit card, so she has officially treated Lena to dinner. (The two times before that, Lena had insisted on taking the check, and Lena is very good at insisting.)
“Kara, did you sneak off and pay?” Lena laughs when the waitress brings the receipt back, and Kara beams, proud of herself. “You know I make your monthly rent every 14 minutes, right?” Lena reminds her, and Kara mock scowls.
“Alright, first of all, that is rude for you to say out loud,” she pronounces, and Lena grins at her unrepentantly. “True, but rude. Secondly - it’s not about the value of the meal, it’s the principle of the thing! I wanted to treat you to something.”
At that, Lena’s smile transforms from a smirk into something warmer and more intense, like the sun, and Kara has to look away and blush, because she wanted to make her point, but she’s afraid she has played her hand a little too early.
She’s going to do it tonight, but she didn’t mean right now.
Warning: infidelity, internalized homophobia, unhappy marriage
(More warnings: Don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with being trapped in an unhappy marriage because of sexuality)
Bitty slammed the door shut and threw himself into Jack’s arms. Jack, in turn, pushed him against the door and kissed him roughly, bodies melding together and moving in tandem. They don’t bother removing any clothes, despite the desperate way they’re grasping at each other, only focusing on kissing and kissing and kissing.
“No marks,” Bitty reminded Jack. “And we only have three minutes before you have to go and pick Sophie up.”
“Come with me,” Jack said, in between kisses. “We’re taking my van anyway, there’s more room in the back and I can take you to your meeting after picking her up.”
“Jack-” Bitty let out an embarrassing whine when Jack bit his ears softly. “Okay, okay. Okay,” he pushed him away. “We gotta go now.”
BTS’ Reaction To You Being Best Friends Before Bighit Then Seeing You For The First Time In Years♡ (Requested)
Note: I’m sorry my imagines have been so long lately I keep getting into too much detail they’re basically mini fanfics not even imagines anymore lol
You and Jin had been friends since your first day of school. For years and years you saw each other every single day, at school and on weekends, even holidays. You could tell him anything and everything and he could do the same with you. Until one day, Jin had come running round to your house squealing about being accepted into some entertainment company, which meant he had to leave Anyang and move to Seoul. You could remember the overwhelming proud feeling that came over your body and you had never been so happy for Jin. You knew that Jin had been working so hard for this for years and he finally got it. Seoul wasn’t too far away from Anyang, but you were also starting University in Busan to practice medicine and probably wouldn’t have the money or time to visit him, so when he left, you made sure to say goodbye as if it was the last time you would see him. And it was. For five years. You did try to keep in touch but the hours of your classes horribly matched the hours of his practices. As the years went past, you saw Jin and his group, BTS, grow more and more popular. You saw their music videos on T.V, their posters in the streets and heard their music on the radio. Then you finally moved to Seoul and became a doctor. On one of your days off, you decided to take a walk to a cafe some of your co-workers had told you about. So you walked in, grateful to be out of the cold, winter air and into a warm cozy coffee shop. Once you ordered your drink, you waited in the waiting area and looked through your phone while it was getting made. They called your name and you took your drink and headed for the door, as you didn’t want to stay too long so you could go back home and catch up on all of your lost sleep as you had been on call for a few days. But just before you opened the door, you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N?” A voice that you could never forget said behind you. You froze for what felt like forever but was only a second. You turned around and a much taller, clear-skinned, adult looking Jin was standing in front of you. Your eyes widened and the biggest smile broke out onto your face just before you jumped up and wrapped your arms around Jin’s neck. You were careful not to spill your drink even though it had a lid on it and felt Jin return your embrace. “Oh my God, I thought I’d never see you again.” He said, you could actually hear the smile in his voice. “You even smell the same.” He laughed as you joined him. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much Jin.” You smiled sweetly. You both pulled away from each other and smiled. “So, are you a doctor yet?” Jin asked with excitement in his voice. You nodded. “Yup. Are you an idol yet?” You asked sarcastically and just as Jin was about to answer, a guy came up behind him. “Jin-hyung, who is this lovely lady?” The guy asked with a small smirk on his face as he leaned on Jin’s shoulder. “Oh, Namjoon, this is Y/N, my old friend from Anyang. Y/N, this is one of my hyungs from the group.” Jin introduced you to the guy. You watched Namjoon’s mouth form an ‘O’ shape. “Ooohhh, so this is Y/N. We’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N.” Namjoon smiled. Jin hit him on the shoulder, making you chuckle. “Well it’s great to meet you, Namjoon.” You said kindly. “Listen, Y/N, we have to go back to the studio, but we need to meet up okay? Here’s my number.” Jin said frantically as he pulled and pen out from his pocket and grabbed one of the napkins that Namjoon carried along with a few other drinks. Jin wrote his number and handed it to you with a wide smile. You took it and put it in your jacket pocket. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. We’ll meet soon.” Jin smiled and he left a kiss on your right cheek. You slightly blushed and Namjoon and Jin walked through the door. You were slightly stunned at Jin’s actions. He had definitely gotten more confident since you last saw him. You quickly ran out of the door and shouted at Jin as he was a little bit further down the road. “Jin!” You shouted. He turned around and raised his eyebrows. “I’m so proud of you, you’ve done well Jinnie.” You said, calling him the name you used to call him when you two were kids. He smiled and blew a dramatic kiss your way, making you giggle at his new witty-ness. You had missed Jin, but you really liked his new, more confident self too. And God, you could not wait to see more of it.
You and Yoongi had been best friends literally since you were born. Both of your mothers were best friends before either of you were born. Yoongi was exactly one year older than you. You were both born on the 9th of march, he was born in 1993 and you were born in 1994. He hated you from the moment you were born, because whenever it was his birthday, his mum and yours would always make you have joined birthday parties. He always said he hated you, but he even knew himself that he loved you. As you both got older, Yoongi’s ‘hatred’ towards you died down and his love for you grew, as did yours for him and you both became best friends. You and Yoongi both developed the same passion for music and you were the one to first show him how to play piano. You watched him fall in love with it and watched his dreams grow. Soon enough, you were watching him leave for Seoul, as he had nailed an audition for a new music group. You remembered your last night together. You both stayed up all night talking about the future and that once Yoongi was a successful rapper, he would come back for you. After he left, you focused all of your energy and attention on your own music to distract yourself from this ‘loss’. You produced your own music and soon became pretty well known online from posting your own original songs online. Then one day a company based in Busan reached out to you. You jumped at the chance, hardly thinking through any of it. And by the time you realised that you hated the way the company treated you and that this wasn’t what you wanted, it was almost too late. You managed to get yourself dropped from the label, by doing things that would ruin their pristine reputation like getting the tattoos you had always wanted, writing less ‘pop’ music and more of your own hip-hop inspired music. Eventually, you made your way over to America. You wrote all the music you always wanted to write and got signed by an American company. You became a massive success, as you were one of the only Kpop artists signed with them. Your success blew up all over the globe and you gained a somewhat ‘reckless’ reputation for yourself, but nevertheless you were loved by millions. You were one of the most known female rappers out there. You were still based in South Korea though. But throughout all of that, you still kept your eye on Yoongi. You watched as his group grew and your heart couldn’t be more proud and you really did love the music the boys made together. You tried to reach out once, but he didn’t have the same number as before number. You were almost convinced that Yoongi had completely forgotten about you. Then one day, you found yourself at the Mama Awards. You were nominated and won many awards and you still couldn’t wrap your head around how you had gotten so far in only five years. You watched people get awarded and cheered for all of your friends that won. The next award to be awarded was the artist of the year. You watched the nominees and one stood out to you. It was BTS, you hadn’t seen Yoongi in years, but when his face flashed across the screen with his other members, you thought you recognised it. Then when BTS’ name was called, you couldn’t help but let tears fill your eyes. You hands covered your mouth and cheers filled the arena and you watched the screens that showed the shock on BTS’ faces. You watched as all of the boys hugged each other then made their way onto the stage. You felt tears run down your cheeks and when your friends asked you what was wrong all you could do was shake your head because you didn’t trust your voice. When they all got up on stage, the leader of the group you knew as Rap Monster made a speech and it just made you more emotional. But what tore your heart the most, was when you saw Yoongi. You saw him looking out at the crowd and scanning them with wide eyes. And when he finally found you, you saw him burst into tears and turn away, only to be comforted by J-hope. He cried into his hands as Rap Monster finished off his speech. And just when you thought they were about to thank everyone one last time, Yoongi made his way to the microphone. “And I personally, would also really love to thank the person that made me who I am today, the person that believed in me when everyone else didn’t. Thank you, Y/N. I will always be thankful to you.” You heard Yoongi’s voice slightly break at the end of his sentence and thats when you let out a choked sob. You knew that by Yoongi thanking you on stage rumours would fly by tomorrow morning, but that was the least of our worries. The boys walked off stage and that’s when the show went to commercial break. You took this moment to see if you could make your way backstage. You left your seat with out any explanation and were almost running to backstage. When you got there, a massive security guard stopped you and said you could only go back there once you had won an award and as you were arguing with him, you heard your name. “Y/N!” You looked behind the security guard and saw Yoongi’s tear stained face. You pushed the security guards arm and ran towards Yoongi. He opened his arms and you finally felt him in yours. “Thank you, thank you so much Y/N.” Yoongi wept into your shoulder. You rubbed his back and tried to control your sobs. You pulled away and wiped his tears. “You did this all by yourself, Yoongi.” You smiled. He let his perfect smile show on his face and you realised how much you missed him. “I’m never letting you go again. I don’t care how busy we are I’m keeping you as my best friend.” You chuckled. Yoongi joined you and sniffled. “Come on, I want you to meet the boys…”
You and Namjoon met when you were both nine years old. You moved to Ilsan-gu from Yeoju because of your fathers job. You moved around a lot but this time you were here to stay. Namjoon was assigned to help you around on your first day of school and from that moment on, he was your best friend. Your personalities simply clicked. Namjoon was always much smarter than you, so he also helped you with your studies. But as you both grew, you saw Namjoon develop an interest in music and more specifically, rapping. You were the first person who saw him rap and you watched his progress. And the day he told you that the audition he did for a music company got him into a group, you were over the moon. He had to move to Seoul but that was no problem as Ilsan-gu was right next to it. And the two of you would have stayed just as close with each other as you were in school, if you hadn’t moved to America to continue your studies in one of the Ivy League Universities. It was all thanks to Namjoon as he was the one that helped you in school. The day that the both of you said goodbye was the day you had to leave for America. You stayed with him in Seoul for a night reminiscing about the past. You both promised to keep in touch everyday, adapting to the time difference. You both would have kept that promise, if Namjoon’s group didn’t get so big so fast and you didn’t have your life consumed with studies. After about a year, it got to the point where you hadn’t talked in months and whenever you tried to, it took either of you days to reply and even a few weeks. You understood though, because by the time you were graduating, BTS had made it big time, even in America. After you graduated, you moved back to South Korea. You decided that you would visit Namjoon’s family, as you were not only close with Namjoon himself, but his family was like your second family. You decided to surprise them as you hadn’t seen them in four years. You rang the doorbell and Namjoon’s mother answered the door. “Oh Y/N! You’re back so soon? This is such a surprise we’ve all missed you so much!” Namjoon’s mother exclaimed as she embraced you. By ‘we’ you assumed she meant herself and Namjoon’s younger sister, Kim Geong Min. She invited you in and took you to the living room. “This is such perfect timing.” She said. You were confused by her statement but went along with her. When you entered the living room, Namjoon was sitting on the couch talking with his sister. Your eyes widened in surprise and as soon as Namjoon’s eyes landed on you, he jumped up and ran over to you. He almost toppled you over from the love filled hug he gave you. You watched as his mother and sister both left the room, probably to give you two some time. “Y/N I can’t believe your actually here. How are you here? Why are you here?” Namjoon pulled away from you and fired all of the these questions at you, making you laugh. “Calm down Namjoon, come on, let’s talk.” You reached for his hand, which he gladly took and you lead him to the door. The two of you went on a walk and caught up. You heard about all of the amazing things that he’s done, same with you. In that moment, you realised just how much you missed him and swore to yourself that you would never let him go again.
You and Jimin were best friends since you both went into high school. Jimin was never into sports or math or science, he was more creative than the other guys in your school. So you assumed that’s why you both got on so well. As you two grew older, you felt yourself develop feelings for Jimin, more than friendly. You would never tell anyone because you were afraid that you might ruin what friendship you already had. You would never have gotten a chance anyway, as Jimin’s parents were dead set on getting Jimin to date another girl in your year, Soo Jung. Although Jimin would always tell you he hated his parents doing this, you thought that you could see Jimin liking Soo Jung. What wasn’t to like? You felt bad for hating her as she was genuinely nice but you couldn’t help the jealousy taking over you. By the time you both finished school, you were just as close as you were the first day you met each other, however his parents were successful and Jimin and Soo Jung were dating. You ended up getting along really well with Soo Jung and the three of you became best friends. Then the day that Jimin found out BigHit accepted him, he told you first and you couldn’t have been happier for him. You both jumped and squealed and hugged as you congratulated him. He deserved every ounce of your praise because he had worked so hard for this. But when he told Soo Jung, her dark side showed and she shouted about how he would have to move away and leave her. She broke Jimin’s heart and of course, you were there to mend it. And on his last night, you made sure to try your best to help distract him from the aching pain you assumed was in his heart. Then the next morning, when you woke up a little bit before him, you looked at him for a little bit, taking one last look at your best friend in the whole world before he left for his dream. And you waved to him as he left on the train, tears streaming down both of your faces. Time passed and you both tried your hardest to keep in touch. And you did, for about a year. Then it became more spread out as Jimin and his group got bigger. And bigger. And bigger. To the point where you were seeing him and his members everywhere. Your were so proud of him, but you couldn’t help the ache that came along with it. Then it got to a point where you didn’t talk at all, and you thought that Jimin forgot about you. But it was okay, because he was doing what he loved. Then one day, you decided to go to Seoul by yourself. You felt like you had stayed at home for too long and wanted to see more of your beautiful country, so what better way to start than the capital? You weren’t expecting to see Jimin as you understood how busy he was, and he probably wasn’t even in the country. You had been in Seoul for a few days, when one day you were walking through the streets just observing and appreciating the beauty of this city. People walked past you and cars drove by you. But one vehicle, a van, drove past you and then a few seconds later pulled up to the curb. You thought it was rather strange because of how busy the roads were, but you continued looking around you. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone get out of the car. They had blonde hair and you could tell they were wearing very expensive clothes, even from kind of far away. They just stood and looked in your direction, before they slowly started walking towards you. You squinted your eyes to see if you could see their face better. Then it clicked. It was him. You stopped dead in your tracks, completely in awe of him and how much he had changed, so much that you couldn’t even recognise him. Then you conscience kicked in and you started walking quickly towards him. He quickened his pace and in no time, he was standing right in front of you. Neither of you said anything, you just looked at each other. Then tears started to brim your eyes. Your eye brows frowned and your lip quivered. You watched Jimin’s eyes look all over your face and his eyes became watery too. You leaned in slowly and wrapped you arms around him, holding him tight. It took him a few seconds, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you and you heard a few held back sobs escape from his mouth. “Y-Y/N…” Jimin tried to start a sentence but he couldn’t even do that. “You don’t have to say anything, Jimin.” You replied. He held you even tighter and you both stood right in the middle of the sidewalk in the city for about two full minutes until you let go and so did he. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I feel s-so bad for not keeping in touch it’s j-just that BTS got so big and-” You cut him off before he could apologise any more. “No, Jimin you’re not going to apologise for chasing your dreams and actually achieving them. You’ve worked so hard and you deserve every minute of it.” You smiled. He smiled back and brought his hands up to wipe away his tears. You chuckled to yourself. “What? Are you laughing at me crying?” Jimin gave a laugh of pity for himself. You shook your head. “No, you still have your cute little hands.” You chuckled as you held one. Jimin laughed and snatched his hand back. “You haven’t seen me in like five years, and now you start bullying me? Nice, you haven’t changed a bit.” Jimin shot back. You were both laughing with each other and it truly felt like old times. Then Jimin looked back at the van he got out of. “Hey, I better go back to the van, I can’t just leave them at the side of the road.” Jimin explained. You nodded your head as your understood where he was coming from. You both bid each other goodbye and you felt that hole in your chest reappear even though you hadn’t noticed that it filled up in the first place. You watched Jimin walk away and get into the car, and you were just about to walk away yourself when his head poked out of the car and shouted your name. You looked back at him and he waved you over. You quickly walked over to him and once you were there, you saw all the other members in the vehicle. “If you’re not doing anything, come with us. We’re just going back to the dorm so we’re free for the rest of the day.” Jimin smiled. He looked excited and you always remembered that when he was excited, you could never deny him anything. “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude…” You said, motioning towards the other members. “Uh, actually it was our idea.” One of them, who you believed to be V, smiled. You smiled back as Jimin sat back in his seat and patted the one next to him. Just the look of his smile made you smile in return, so you did what he said. You got in the van and shut the door. Soon enough the car was taking you to wherever their dorm was. “I guess I should tell you what I should’ve when I left.” Jimin whispered in your eyes. You looked at him, expecting him to continue. He took your hand and leaned back into your ear. “I never really loved Soo Jung, it was always you.”
Hoseok was two years older than you, but you still met in school. It was when you were seven and he was nine. A few kids were picking on you, making you cry when Hoseok came over and got rid of them all. Then he spent the rest of his lunch time cheering you up and making you laugh until it hurt. And surprisingly, it stayed that way right up until he left. He would always make you laugh whenever you were sad and knew exactly how to cheer you up. You became best friends, even when he left high school. Sometimes he got picked on for hanging out with someone two years younger than him, but he never cared what other people thought about him. He taught you a lot, most of what you know today. And through out all of your years of friendship Hoseok had seen you cry more than enough times, but he never minded, but you had never seen him cry. Only once, which was the night before he had to leave. He told you how excited he was for this opportunity to do everything he had every loved, but he hated to leave his family and you. You kept reminding him that you would always miss him, but he had to do this because he would only get this opportunity once. So he left, to do what he loved and you would never want it any other way. Years went by and you slowly stopped talking, but you supported him and his group more than anything. You bought their music, watched their videos and voted for them at award shows. Every time they would win an award you would cry more than the boys themselves since you were so proud. You also visited Hoseok’s mum and dad a lot, as you were close with them too. You had stayed at home, working, so that you could save up enough money to travel the world when one day, your parents came home and claimed they had a surprise. It was strange since this never really happened and it wasn’t near your birthday. When they handed you a train ticket and a concert ticket, you were confused until you read where to and who to see. You almost hit the ceiling you were so excited. You were going all the way to Seoul and finally seeing Hoseok on a stage being loved by thousands of fans, just like what you wanted for Hoseok because that’s all he ever wanted. To love and be loved. Within the next week, you were in Seoul and in the venue BTS was playing in, waiting on BTS to come on stage. Your parents got you an incredible ticket, standing. So you waited in line for hours just so you could get to the front. Then you waited some more, for BTS to come on stage, but you didn’t mind if you got to see Hoseok for the first time in years. You had tried to reach out to him before, but he was simply just too busy. He was touring all over the world and in the studio and practicing so you were very understanding about the fact that you couldn’t just meet up with him. Plus, you sort of preferred it this way, because this way you would get to see him in his element. And when the lights dimmed and the screams became so loud you thought your ear drums might burst, your smile became wider and your heart was so proud you felt like it could burst. You watched him and his hyungs perform and you saw how close they had gotten, which made you feel happy knowing that he had some people he could be close with. Hoseok didn’t notice you the whole night, but you didn’t care because you got to see him. Then it came to the last song. EPILOGUE: Young Forever. This was one of your favourite BTS songs, because it made you feel like everyone was connected. Towards the end of the song, when the crowd was singing the chorus back to the boys, they walked all around the stage. Your eyes were on Hoseok the whole time. You watched as he walked over to your side for the first time that night. His eyes scanned the crowd and he smiled at everyone. Then his eyes came into contact with your for a split second then he moved onto the next person. But not too long after that, his eyes frantically searched for yours again and when he found them. He dropped to his knees and put his hands up to his eyes. You felt your eyes fill with tears, as you really did think that he had forgotten about you. But this showed that he missed you just as much as he missed you. He looked up and his tear stained eyes matched your red puffy ones. You saw him smile and then walk to the edge of the stage and jump down. The crowd behind you went insane and they all pushed forward against you, pushing you further into the railing, but you didn’t care as Hoseok was right in front of you. He walked towards you and his security stayed close behind him. He leaned into one of them and said something in his ear. The security guard came up to you and then helped you over the railing. The screams of the crowd behind you got slightly quieter, as they were confused as to what was happening. You got out of the crowd and not even a second later, Hoseok had his arms around you. You chuckled and hugged him back. The boys were still continuing on stage, but now they were all watching Hoseok and wondering why he went off stage. “You’re here.” Hoseok cried into your neck. He pulled back and wiped his eyes. “All of this,” He motioned to the audience, “Would never have happened if you weren’t so supportive of me. Thank you.” You let the tears fall from your eyes as there was not point in holding them back. “Don’t be silly Hoseok, you did this all by yourself. You never needed me.” You reassured, and you really did think that. Hoseok was one of the strongest people you knew. “Maybe,” Hoseok nodded. “But I do need you now.”
You and Tae met when Tae took his first dance class. You had been dancing for a while, but Tae has just started. You would be paired up with each other, so you could help him out. And at first, you two would only see each other at dance class. But then you became friendly and started hanging out. You helped him with his audition for BigHit and the day he heard the news that he got it, he said he would dedicate every award he won to you. Back then you just laughed and helped him prepare to leave. You really did keep in touch for a while, facetiming everyday. But facetiming turned into quick calls and quick calls turned into texts and texts turned into nothing at all. You weren’t complaining too much though, because you were just happy that Taehyung got his dream in the first place. And the very first award they won, Taehyung thanked you. You remembered crying because you were just so proud of him. Every single award they won after that, he dedicated to his family, his hyungs and you only. While he was away, you saved up enough money to open your own dance studio, where people of any age could come and learn to dance. You became pretty known in your area and your business was doing great. Then one night, when you stayed a little later to work on a piece of choreography you had been planning for a class you heard the door to your studio open. With out looking, you let the person know that you were closed. “Sorry, we’re closed for the night. You can come back again tomorrow.” You were sat on the floor writing in your journal, planning and doing some other things for the studio too. “Not even for me?” The person said. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and looked up at the person. In front of you, you saw Taehyung standing there, looking better than you had ever seen him before. You let out a gasp before you jumped up and ran into his arms. He picked you up and hugged you tight. “Oh Y/N, I’ve missed yo so much.” He sighed and he placed you back down on the floor. “What are you doing here? Are you not supposed to be on tour?” You questioned with a big smile on your face. “We got given a little time off for our personal lives. So I came to see you and your studio I’ve been hearing so much about from your parents.” Tae explained. “You went to see my parents before me?” You chuckled. “Of course, I wanted to see everyone.” Taehyung laughed back. You pulled him in for another hug. “Oh Tae, I’ve missed you so much, I’m so proud of you. And thank you for keeping your promise you really don’t have to.” You smiled to yourself, thinking about all the dedications. “Of course I do Y/N, it’s all thanks to you.” He pulled away and left a light kiss on your forehead. Since you last saw him, Taehyung had become more affectionate. And you weren’t complaining. It felt good to see him grown and be his own person.
You and Jungkook were friends ever since he was born. You were older than him by two years. Your parents were friends and you ended up becoming neighbours. You loved Jungkook, especially because you were an only child and you always wanted a little brother. You used to dress him and yourself up in different costumes and perform shows in front of your parents. You would dance, sing and act. You both loved it. Then, when Jungkook got to school, he would always hang around you. You became protective of him, so whenever one of the kids at school would pick on him you stand up for him since he was usually so quiet. Then, when you and your friends moved up to high school and had to leave Jungkook behind, he would come over to your house everyday and tell you everything that happened up until he finally joined you. You had grown apart from all of your old friends, and never really had the chance to make new ones because you were so busy with dance classes and during lunch, you would go to the music department and eat with your favourite teacher. When Jungkook came up to the school, he joined you both and it was better than having a massive group of friends like the other kids had. But you only had a short amount of time in that school before you left again for University. Luckily, you were staying at home and attending one in Busan so you could still see Jungkook everyday and help him with school work and his own dance classes. He also became really close with your mother and father, almost like they were his second parents. The two of you became inseparable, and slowly but surely, your feelings towards Jungkook got stronger, and you no longer loved him like a brother. You knew that changed as soon as he got into high school. What you didn’t know, is that he felt the exact same way. But he never looked at you as a sister, he always had a crush on you but when he got into high school, his crush developed into something more. You never told each other though, because you were scared of what it might do to the friendship you already had. And before you knew it, Jungkook’s dancing took off and he went all the way to America to practice his dancing. You missed him so much but felt so proud your heart could explode. Then when he came back, he told you about BigHit, and how he would have to move to Seoul. You cried when he told you but not because you didn’t want him to leave, because you were so proud of him. So when he moved, he spoke to you constantly, every single day. He would complain about how he couldn’t make any friends and you really wanted to go all the way to Seoul just to hug him. But as time went on, he updated you about the friends he had finally made and the success of them. You kept in touch for as long as you could, from talking everyday when he first debuted to sending a text once or twice a week in the present. You didn’t mind because you still saw him everywhere, plastered all over your town. He was treasured by many. As time went on, your mother became very ill. You found out she had cancer and decided to quit school to stay home and look after her, as your father was busy owning your family’s duck meat restaurant. After about eight months of your mother being diagnosed, she passed away. You lost everything. Even your passion for dancing. You never liked the things you used to and it completely tore you apart. It was just you and your father now. So you would help in the restaurant. A few weeks after your mother’s death, you were helping your father in the restaurant when he told you that you could go home early since you looked tired. You were, extremely tired because since your mother died you hadn’t been getting much sleep at all so you took this rare chance you had to go home and try to rest. You got home and dumped your bag at the door. You let out a sigh of despair and felt yourself well up with tears. You hated the silence of the house because usually it was filled with something of your mother, like the music she would listen to or the smell of her food. This happened pretty often, random breakdowns. You started to sob and thought you would at least sit down, so you made your way to the living room with tears running down your face and the occasional sob escaping your mouth. When you entered the living room, a boy stood in the middle of the room looking right at you with despair in his eyes as well. At first you were shocked, but then you looked him up and down and you couldn’t believe you didn’t recognise him. Jungkook eyebrows were frowned and there were tears threatening to fall from his glossy eyes. He didn’t say anything; he just opened his arms, inviting you in. That action alone was enough to make you completely loose it. You started to weep as you quickly walked into his arms and let your cheek lay against his chest. He held you and stroked your head as you sobbed into him. He didn’t even have to say anything, you could feel the sorrow radiating off of him. Now, instead of you looking after him, it was his turn to look after you.