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Hopeless Hearts

Drabbles

jessicamarcia requested: Jungkook + Idol/Fan AU 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 17,378
Author’s Note: Tbh I had some apprehension about this request because an idea I stumbled upon that just kept coming back to me was directly from this fantasy I kept about having about what would happen if I ever meet Jungkook and how and this just feels very personal to me as a result. Regardless, I decided to share because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t decide to contribute my pain to the fandom.

ALSO, sentences in italics are being spoken in Korean.

Summary: You never understood the gravity of your position as an intern working Kcon until you fall for one of your favorite idols, Jeon Jungkook—quite literally too.

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Sometimes you think you have a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to your job.

On one hand, it’s a pretty incredible opportunity, one that you acknowledge not a lot of people get to experience first hand: which is working as an intern in the event operations department for Kcon—the annual Korean convention in which big Kpop groups will travel around the world to bring their music and their joy to the international fanbase. For someone who never actually had the means and the ability to make the trip as an audience member of your own accord, it’s fascinating to witness the back-the-scenes sight of how much effort and how much time goes into planning and organizing an event of this scale.

And because Kcon it in of itself is half a convention and half a concert, there were always many people needed to cover the different subsections of the event, which is where your role as an intern came into play. Given that there were two interns in the department of organizing the physicality of the event, you were put on the team mainly in charge of organizing the convention while the other intern assisted with scheduling of the talents and making sure the performances would go by smoothly.

But on the other end of that spectrum, working with vendors really allows you to see how many people handle responsibility and deadlines and it makes you want to pull the hair out of your roots. You like to think of yourself as a fairly reasonable person, giving a vendor 24 hours to respond to emails at the latest before having to resort to more emails and phone call—but this is absolutely ridiculous.

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Dean had always thought that a good quality comforter was the most luxurious thing to wake up under. But ever since he started waking up like this, his thoughts had changed entirely.

As sunlight gently peeked through the curtains, shining a cautious soft beam of light over the queen sized bed, Dean felt Castiel’s large, black wing loosely drooped over his body. The feathers were softer and warmer than anything a comforter could ever get him, large enough to cover his upper body and part of his legs. He smiled lazily. The feathers brushed against his bare skin as he stretched and moved around to shift closer to its owner.

Castiel lay on his back, his other wing stretched out over the edge of the bed down to the floor, his naked body exposed, blankets kicked aside in his sleep. Dean looked at him from under the wing, his fingers automatically gliding over soft raven feathers and smooth lines, known little bumps and the thicker parts. 

Castiel looked peaceful. His lips were slightly parted as he slowly breathed in his steady rhythm of sleep. Dean lay there for a while, observing Cas as he let the warmth and softness of the feathers embrace him. He caressed he feathers still. Dean had been mesmerized by them ever since Castiel first exposed them. They were huge, majestic, and radiated a power Dean couldn’t compare with anything else. 

And yet, they looked gentle and fragile when Cas injured them and Dean picked out the ruffled feathers. Castiel had taught Dean how to groom them and use the preen oil, an activity Dean found himself to enjoy, often compared with soft chatting. Sometimes a movie would be playing in the background as they sat on the floor and Dean plucked feathers, pressing kisses in the crook of Castiel’s neck. 

Sometimes, Dean would take it a step further with his massages, out to get the little whimpers and groans from Castiel. He’d ended up with a panting, desperate Castiel several times, Dean’s hands full of feathers and his own body filled with arousal.

He loved it all. The quiet moments, the loud ones, the moments when Castiel held Dean with his wing or when they lay on the couch, curled up together with Castiel’s wings wrapped around them. Dean couldn’t get enough of them.

Castiel muttered softly and stirred, his eyes opening slowly.

The wing draped over Dean fluttered and shifted in Dean’s fingers. Cas turned to look at Dean, blinking the sleep from his eyes. The angel smiled.

“Morning sunshine,” Dean whispered and his own lips curved as well. Castiel made a soft noise and shifted closer. He stretched his wings for a moment, then covered Dean with his right one again and pulled him closer with the wrist of his wing.

“Good morning, Dean,” Castiel muttered, his primary feathers rustling. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” he answered and pressed a sloppy kiss to Castiel’s unshaven jaw. “How couldn’t I, hm?” He slipped his fingers into the pack of feathers carefully, and Cas smiled again.

“You seem to enjoy my wings a lot.” They moved again.

“I think they’re beautiful, you know that.”

Castiel shifted and pulled his wing in, gesturing his head. Dean understood and he got up so Cas could slide his wing under Dean. As soon as Dean sank down into the feathers, Castiel pulled him closer.

Dean’s naked body pressed softly against Cas, covered by the angel’s wing and casting a shadow over their faces.

Dean kissed Castiel’s jaw again, pressed a few more kisses down his neck and shoulder.

The wings replied to the touch, shifting and shuddering when Dean softly nibbled on the skin.

“It’s rare for an angel to show his wings this… casually.” Castiel spoke, his voice still thick with sleep. His eyes were closed again, enjoying Dean’s kisses. “It’s only for… special occasions. And special people.”

Dean looked up and feathers softly brushed over the back of his head and Cas looked back. He softly rested his hand on Dean’s waist. “You’re special, Dean.”

Dean didn’t know how to reply, shy suddenly. He smiled a coy grin and pecked Castiel’s lips.

“Think I’m glad about that.” He muttered, shifting back into the feathers. This was how Sunday’s had to feel, he thought. Calm and peaceful and warm and right.

He found Castiel’s hand and tangled their fingers together.

“Maybe we should get up for some coffee soon. I’m sure Sam’s already awake.” Dean whispered, his eyes closed.

“Probably,” Cas answered. “Just- not yet.”

Dean hummed in agreement and gently slid his free hand through the silky feathers. He didn’t want to think about the case they were working on or the monsters they had to fight. Not yet. Just a few more minutes.

Beautifully Oblivious Boy

(OOC: Based entirely off of the song If I Could Tell Her from Dear Evan Hansen. And its a conversation between Remus and James about a conversation James and Sirius had idk if i made it that clear)

Remus: Sirius has been acting weird lately. Do you think he’s mad at me?

James: Can’t be. He thinks you’re awesome.

James: Definitely. In fact, he said-

James: “-sort of subtle and perfect and real”? He said you “never know how wonderful that smile could make someone feel”. And he knows-

James: And he noticed how-

Remus: You’re not…in love with me are you?

James: No, you beautifully oblivious boy, I’m not in love with you.

Unknown: (grab his nose or boop it?)

Yoosung: What are you d– oh!

definitely boop it

Hold Me Tight | Pt. 1

( can you trust me? )

Part 1 | Part 2

Anonymous requested: Hwarang AU + Royalty/Servant AU
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff; Royalty AU + Soulmate AU (in which you know they’re your soulmate when you touch them for the first time + share extreme physical sensation after you meet)
Word Count: 5,930
Author’s Note: The original request… did not call for a Soulmate AU but I thought to myself hey what would make this more interesting and 10x more painful and thus, this concept was born. I actually got around to watching some of Hwarang before writing this, so I feel a little more qualified for this—but you don’t need to have previous knowledge of the show before reading this. Thank you @cheymint for dealing with my initial worry over the world building, I hope this satisfies!

Summary: Kim Taehyung is expected to spend the rest of his life within the company of nobility after joining the ranks of the kingdom’s newest royal guard. He anticipates alot of new experiences, new people… but the spark of a touch more powerful than anything before in his life is definitely not one of them—from the shadows of maids and housekeepers nonetheless.

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The morning greeting comes has it always does within the household: a pounding fist against his headboard as the blanket is ripped off Taehyung’s body. His natural instinct is always the same, which is to curl in upon himself as he lets out the faintest groan of dissatisfaction. “Must you always do that hyung?” The boy inquires, barely offering a side glance to the culprit of his current state of further exhaustion.

Standing above him with the edges of the blanket curled up underneath fingers, Kim Namjoon grins wickedly, already dressed in his robes for the morning lessons. “You know that without me, you’d be late to all your lessons. So step on it. Or do I have to call in Hoseok to help—?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m up,” Taehyung interjects, internally cringing at the thought of Hoseok being called in for assistance in trying to get him out of bed. The boy may have been older than both himself and Namjoon, but more often than not had the tendency to act like a child and Taehyung did not wish to start the day with Hoseok jumping on his bed.

Namjoon laughs at that, throwing the blanket off to the side. “Hurry up alright? You know Master Wooreuk won’t be happy to see you late again.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Taehyung dismisses with a wave, sliding to the front of the bed just as Namjoon slides open the door separating the bedroom with the long hallway before his footsteps become the only thing he can hear along the Hwarang household. With a grunt, Taehyung straightens up, laying out his robes for the morning lesson as he gets to work dressing.

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anonymous asked:

Distracting kiss - nuresydex (they would totally do that shit)

9. Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.

There’s one piece of pie left, and Nursey and Dex see it at the exact same time. They’d been in class together and they’d walked back to the Haus, into the kitchen together, and they’d both frozen in the doorway when they saw it.

After a few moments of doing nothing but staring at the pie, Nursey slowly averts his eyes and glances towards Dex, and Dex is doing the same thing and-

And then all bets are off and the fact that they’re dating flies out the window, as Dex makes a mad dash for the pie and Nursey grabs the back of his shirt to stop him. It works, and Nursey uses the momentum that Dex’s surprise generates to pull Dex into his chest, wrap his arms around Dex’s waist, and then spin them around.

With Nursey between Dex and the pie, he takes half a second to press a kiss to Dex’s neck, right where he’d left a faint mark the night before, but then he lets go and spins himself around, heading straight for the pie.

Nursey makes it two steps further than he’d expected to, before Dex grabs his wrist and then his forearm, and then Nursey blinks and his back is against the wall, and Dex is kissing him. Their entire bodies are pressed together, with Dex’s hands on Nursey’s shoulders and Nursey dropping his hands to Dex’s ass, and for a moment it feels like the pie’s been forgotten, but they’re both way too competitive to let that happen.

The second Nursey feels Dex pulling away, he deepens the kiss, grinding against Dex slightly and moaning, soft and low, without any shame, and the second he feels Dex give in, he flips them so that Dex is against the wall. He doesn’t break the kiss the entire time and he stays there for a moment, relishing the feel of his boyfriend falling apart at his touch, before he pulls back, presses a quick kiss to Dex’s forehead, and then takes a huge step backwards and lunges for the pie.

He would have made it there, too, if his foot hadn’t caught on the rug that Bitty’s mom had bought them but, as it is, Nursey trips and falls and he’s half a second away from hitting the ground hard, when Dex catches him. Of course, Dex isn’t quite strong enough to stop Nursey from falling entirely, and the whole thing ends in both of them hitting the ground, tangled in each other’s limbs, laughing at each other as they go.

Nursey isn’t hurt and Dex isn’t either and, once they’re sure of that, Nursey doesn’t bother getting up. Instead, he pulls Dex’s face towards his and presses a softer, longer kiss to Dex’s forehead, and then to the tip of his nose, and then to his lips, and-

And when Bitty walks in moments later, Nursey and Dex are lying on the floor, making out, with the pie long forgotten, and Bitty can only shake his head and say, “Y’all are a mess,” before he walks past them and gets the pie for himself.

doctorshufflepuff  asked:

okay i am All About the fluff, can I has father/son Moxiety cuddles? baking? painting each others' nails? just little drabbles of happy times

Imma go with baking :)

also this got crazy stupid long because i have no self control but enjoy!

Warnings: none i know of, but let me know!

Basically: Patton and Virgil, against the odds, manage to make a decent batch of brownies

It was late one rainy Tuesday afternoon that found Virgil casually sitting in the kitchen of the common mindscape. Or, more accurately, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter by the open window, sipping a glass of milk as he listened to the rain. He found it relaxing, the light pattering, and allowed his head to tip back against the cabinets.

He hadn’t noticed he had started to doze off until he heard the gentle thudding of cabinets, accompanied by bowls and utensils clattering. When he opened his eyes, Virgil wasn’t surprised to see Patton prepping the kitchen for…?

“What are you making, Patton?” Virgil licked his lips, feeling how dry his mouth had gotten during his “nap”. He took a sip of his milk, room temperature.

“Oh! Hey there Virgil! Did I bother you there, son?” Patton’s cheerful face popped up from under the counter where he had been digging.

“Nah, you’re good. What are you making?” Virgil repeated, sitting forward now.

Patton bounced to his feet, grinning widely. “I’m gonna make chocolate chip brownies!”

Virgil smiled. He liked brownies, when they were fresh, at least. But baking was tedious, so it rarely ever happened if Patton was in charge; the sunny trait would get sidetracked and things would get disorganized or forgotten. “Nothing better to do?”

Patton shrugged. “It’s rainy out, which is perfect weather for indoor activities! And no one has made anything in a while so I figured, why not?” Patton continued buzzing around the kitchen as he spoke, pulling out flour and cocoa and other ingredients.

“I can’t deny that. And brownies are good.” Virgil conceded.

He leaned back against the cabinets once more to watch Patton flit around the kitchen, content for the moment, before he had to jump to his feet a moment later.

Patton had stretched up on tip-toes, reaching for a baking pan someone (probably Roman) had tossed up on top of the cabinets carelessly. He had just managed to get his fingers on it when it wobbled and decided to fall. He jerked his arms back to shield his face, but the pan never hit. Instead, it hovered a foot from his head, caught by Virgil who was now standing on the counter.

“You good, Pat?” Anxiety asked, lowering himself down off the counter.

Patton nodded, lowering his arms and taking the pan from his counterpart. “Yeah, thanks, son. We were on the Verge of a real disaster there, huh sport?” He was grinning again already as he playfully elbowed Virgil, who couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the pun on his name.

Still a little shaken over the near accident and the burst of adrenaline, Anxiety busied himself with washing out his milk glass. The rain had picked up again, and he felt the tension melt off his shoulders and go down the drain with the greywater. “So, is that everything you need to get started baking?”

“Yeppers! Now we gotta just put everything together.” Patton was already wrist deep in the flour bag with the measuring cup and Virgil couldn’t keep his eyebrows from shooting up to his hairline at the mess Patton had already managed to make. He also hadn’t missed that Patton had said “we”, obviously meaning Virgil was now part of this.

And so, Virgil pushed up his sleeves and joined the fray. Mostly he wound up passing things to Patton, who measured things out according to the recipe Virgil read off to him. As they worked Patton casually snacked on chocolate chips and Virgil tidied up as they went – to clear counter space and because spills are gross. They made a surprisingly good team as they crossed items off the list; at least until they got to the sugar.

“Patton, it only says 1 ¼ cups of sugar.” Virgil held out his hand uncertainly, stopping Patton from pouring a second whole cup of sugar into the mix.

“Well, yeah sure. But that doesn’t seem like nearly enough to me! And what’s wrong with making them sweeter?” Patton tried to move around Virgil’s hand, but the nervous trait moved and grabbed him by the wrist, lightly, keeping him from adding more sugar.

Anxiety chewed his lip as Patton gave him an annoyed stare at being retrained. After a moment’s hesitation he let go, and was relieved when Patton didn’t move to pour the sugar in. “Logan always says baking is a science, and normally I don’t care about that, but we’re gonna be eating these. What if adding too much sugar makes them fall apart or burn or something? I don’t want to ruin the whole batch.”

Patton pouted for a moment before sighing. “Fine, I guess you’re right. Can we at least add extra chocolate chips then? They’re just gooey and delicious!”

Virgil smirked at him. “Yeh, I guess, if you don’t eat them all first.”

Patton ducked his head sheepishly, but still popped another chip into his mouth.

From there, things continued smoothly. They fell back into their easy rhythm. Patton was doing a good job of staying on task with Virgil’s help, and he enjoyed watching the younger Side move easily around the kitchen; the rare sight of a relaxed smile on his face as he wiped the counter for the dozenth time since they’d started warmed his heart. The small sad voice in Patton’s head wished he could see him like this more often, but he simply shook it off, asserting that Virgil didn’t represent Anxiety without reason. If he wanted Virgil to relax around him more then he would just have to make sure he didn’t need to be stressed.

Finally, the time came to put the batter in the oven, which the younger trait insisted on doing. (“The baking pan has already attacked you once, we shouldn’t give it a second chance.”)

While they waited for the brownies to bake, they elected to watch Parks and Rec, which was about the length of the bake time, in the living room. Patton wound up stretched out on the sectional, with Anxiety perched on the arm of the couch, half his attention on the kitchen, just waiting for something to catch fire or, at least, the timer to go off.

He hated waiting. As Patton laughed along to the “Treat Yo’ Self!” episode, Anxiety quietly got up, again and again, double and triple checking. Did they shut the fridge? Were there any spills he missed? Did he accidently put the oven mitt IN THE OVEN-no ok. Eventually he elected to wash the dishes and watch the TV from the kitchen where he could keep an eye on everything. He could hear the rain in the kitchen.

He was ready when the timer went off, checking the brownies were done and pulling them out. He was already cutting them by the time Patton joined him. When he looked up at his counterpart, Patton was wearing a fond smile that broke into a wide grin when he spoke. “Thanks for your help today, Verge. It was fun, wasn’t it? We should team up more! Like a father-son team!”

Virgil felt his brain stutter at the praise and he averted his gaze and cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uhm, yeah. Thank-Thanks Pat. Yeah.”

“Now how about we dig into these brownies, huh? If they taste as good as they smell they aren’t gonna last the day!”

The two wound up finishing the batch while curled up on the couch together, Virgil dozing on Morality’s shoulder as the elder carded his fingers through his hair. 

Patton still thought the brownies could’ve used more sugar.

Take My Hand

( let’s see where we wake up tomorrow )

Anonymous requested: Jungkook/Reader + one of them has amnesia and how they deal with it
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word Count: 11,663
Author’s Note: I made myself hurt writing the outline, which ended up quite long and intricate so I apologize. Title taken from Adam Levine’s “Lost Stars”—although I do prefer the Jungkook cover :3

Summary: In which you lose your memory in a car crash, and Jungkook desperately tries to keep both of your lives intertwined. This in itself proves to be a challenge, especially when you can only remember him as the idol you once adored from afar.

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Jungkook never paid too much attention to those moments in life where he would figuratively hit the wall and knock the wind out of himself, until he gets the call from the hospital. And then he’s running, dashing fast and wild as quickly as his legs can take him, his mind clouded with so much fear, so much apprehension that even when he can no longer breathe he forces himself to keep running. He feels as if he might lose his mind, already grappling with deniability over his situation, the only thing that can remain consistent throughout his mind is you.

“Are you Jeon Jungkook, Y/N’s emergency contact?”

Jungkook stills, pausing in his momentary movement to wipe the sweat that has formed across his face in recovery from the intense dance practice session all the boys have just ended. “Uh, yes I am,” He answers, furrowing his eyebrows together at the seriousness of the situation, his disposition changing in such a drastic manner that all the other boys stop what they’re doing as well to watch the maknae. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m letting you know that Y/N was recently involved in a car accident and was rushed here under critical condition. She’s undergoing surgery now but—!”

“I’ll be right there,” Jungkook interrupts in a breath, the panicking settling in before the gravity of what has just happened to you really weighs in his mind. He doesn’t wait for the nurse on the other end of the line before he’s hanging up and pocketing his phone. His heart starts to race, making the blood pump quicker as air leaves and enters his lungs at an alarming quickened pace. “I have to go,” He relays to the guys, grabbing his jacket off the couch.

“Woah, woah, Jungkookie, what’s going on?” Jimin inquires, straightening from his seated position on the polished wooden floor. “Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not,” Jungkook says, desperately trying to pull himself from the conversation so he could make his way to the hospital. “Y/N got into a car accident. She’s in surgery right now, I have to go—I have to see how she’s doing.”

“Let me come with you,” Namjoon interjects, already joining Jungkook’s side, jacket on.

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair. “Whatever. I’m running, so keep up.”

Namjoon dismisses Jungkook’s words for stress as he merely nods, following the younger boy out of the studio and dashing down the street. The hospital you have been rushed to is nearby, thank god, only a few blocks away from where Jungkook stands, but it feels like miles stretched on for miles. He runs, runs, runs faster than his legs can possibly carry him, huffing and puffing but never quite moving fast enough.

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How Would You Feel

A/N: I have this version of Bucky in my head where he’s full on sweetheart and yeah he’s still got bits and pieces of that sorta dominant side but he falls for the reader and has full on hearts and flowers feelings for her. I’m a sap I know. Also it’s based off of that knew Ed Sheeran song ;)

Warnings: I think there’s a cuss word. other than that, flufffffff

Originally posted by mebeingbored1

It started out slowly. It was the simple glances that you shared that first caught your eye, even after having barely known him. 

Then, like a train, it hit. You noticed how close he sat next to you on the sofa, how he’d always call to go on missions with you. He took care of you when you were sick, at your bedside with soup whenever you needed it. He was certainly something else.

Eventually he’d steal small kisses. The first time caught you off guard, he was going on a mission with Steve and Sam and as he was saying bye, he pressed a small peck to your lips. He didn’t seem to know what he was doing either, but neither of you complained and took everything in small steps. 

After that, anytime he entered the room or left, he would peck your lips and pull away with a smile, as if you had been together for years. 

You never spoke a word to each other about it, though, it was all taken in one at a time. After a while, he’d start to sleep in your room with you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Almost as if he was afraid to let you go. 

You two would share conversations with each other that no one else would dare to listen to. He was there for your whenever you needed him and vice versa. 

He’d have panic attacks and nightmares that you’d be there for. He’d scream and yell sometimes and you’d be the one to calm him. Sometimes stuff would be thrown and broken, but you’d stand your ground, kiss him and watch him slowly tire himself out.

One particular night, you two sat alone in a car, the night had fallen over the sky and your eyes had never left him. 

“Life happened, you know?” Bucky murmured, picking at his glove as he explained what exactly happened in 1942. “Steve tried to get to me on that train but he couldn’t. I was on the brink of death when I landed but the soldiers just appeared out of nowhere.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in sympathy, resting your hand on his thigh while you continued to listen. 

It was the first time he was able to talk about it, he hadn’t even fully been able to mention it to Steve which made you feel special that you could be that person he needed. 

“In a sense I’m grateful for it,” He continued, “I would have died in the snow.” 

“But you-” you felt emotional, “you went through so much shit that you shouldn’t have.” A small tear collected in the corner of your eye. 

“It was worth it. I wouldn’t have met you.” Bucky whispered, his sentence faltering slightly at the end, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to say those words just yet. 

The tear had then slipped down your cheek, causing Bucky to reach up and wipe it away. “I don’t know what to say.” You looked down, allowing Bucky to take your hands in his. 

He smiled, tilting your chin up to him. “How about I love you?” 

In that moment, your heart filled with absolute admiration and love for the man in front of you. “I do love you.” You responded, watching a grins stretch across Bucky’s face.

“I know you do. You would have ran far away if you hadn’t.” Bucky said, adding humor to a somewhat somber conversation.

“Do you love me too?” You asked, almost embarrassed about the question. Bucky’s humor was wiped from his face, “More than anything.” 

Without another word, you climbed across the center console and straddled Bucky’s thighs, grabbing his jaw and kissing his lips. 

“Say it.” You whispered against his lips, needing to hear it so you knew it was real, that you weren’t dreaming. 

“I love you.” The statement was said so lowly and quickly that you weren’t sure you heard it right but when your brain finally allowed you to understand everything, you almost burst into tears of happiness. 

“How did you know you loved me?” You asked, wanting every detail. 

“That night,” he whispered, lacing his hand in yours, “the night that you sang on the balcony with Natasha and Sam. The fire cast the light perfectly on your face so I could see your shining smile.” 

“You were plastered then, though.” You giggled, remembering the bottle of liquor him and Tony shared.

“I was sober enough to know that you are the most beautiful girl in the world, and that I love you.” Bucky said, causing you to grow serious again. 

“Oh Bucky.” You murmured, kissing him hard, unlike you ever had before. This kiss was filled with so much more passion, so much more heat. Before, Bucky would treat you like glass, but now he needed you just as much as you needed him. 

That night, you two stayed in that car. You could’ve stayed there forever, because you had everything you needed. Bucky was your world, and you were his. That’s what love is.

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@severeprincesswitch Happy Rhackiversary!! :D It’s been 1 year today since I started shipping these two nerds. Was saving this for today :3 I hope you like it!! Sorry for taking so long!!

Scars, Marks, and Tattoo’s.

Wayhaught Fluff - Sorry about this. Enjoy! 

The first time they had sex Nicole was focused. So focused on giving Waverly everything, that she didn’t have time to memorize every freckle, and scar on her girlfriend’s body.

So the second time they had sex she made sure to examine every inch of Waverly’s body. She was determined to find out everything she could about this woman though the marks on her body.

She kissed the small birthmark she found below her left ear.

“What about this scar?” She asked as she gently kissed the white mark near her elbow.

“Bike accident when I was 9.” Waverly smiled as she stroked her fingers through her girlfriends hair.

She continued to kiss down her body, smiling as she found three freckles on right hip. Nicole’s lips traveled to the other side of her hip. And then they stopped.

She pulled back to examine the colorful ink on the smaller woman’s hip bone. It was small but Nicole still wondered how on earth she had missed an hour ago when they stripped each other naked.

“Waves, what’s this?” She smiled as her fingertips danced over the bright tattoo. It was a feather, one that looked somewhat like a peacock feather. It was colorful, and detailed, and beautiful.

Waverly leaned up on her elbows so she could see Nicole’s face. “Oh that…it’s nothing…it’s stupid.” She stuttered a bit, trying to dismiss the ink.

Nicole’s eyes didn’t move from the tattoo. Her fingers continued to moved back and forth over it. “It’s not stupid, it’s pretty.” She said as she brought her lips to the feather tattoo. “Does it mean anything?” She asked looking back at Waverly with that warm encouraging smile of hers. Nicole saw Waverly’s expression change. She knew it meant something but she might not be ready to talk about it. “You don’t have to tel-”

“No it's…” Waverly sat up a bit and took a breath. “I don’t remember a lot about my dad.” Nicole could hear the hurt in her girlfriend’s voice. She rested her arm across Waverly’s hip and then rested her head there as she watched her talk. “He died when I was so young that most of the memories I have of him are just a blur now. But…when I was little…” Waverly smiled as she lost herself in the moment. “He would always pick me up and say ‘my little Wave is as light as a feather’. Eventually he just started calling me his little feather.” She shrugged. “I don’t know it was just always the one thing I remembered. The one thing I held onto, ya know?” She looked back at Nicole who nodded her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “And then on my 18th birthday, I was walking to my car in the morning and this feather was sitting on my windshield. It was so beautiful and bright, like a peacock feather but…but it didn’t make any sense, I had never seen anything like it. 

“Waves, I have chills.” Nicole’s chimed in.

Waverly laughed and nodded. “I did too. So I got in the car, and drove right to the tattoo shop. I brought the feather in with me and the next thing I know…” she motioned to the ink on her hip.

“Baby….” Nicole smiled. “I love that.” She looked back at the tattoo. 

“Champ hated it. He said it was gay and that girls shouldn’t have tattoos.” Waverly said as she watched the way Nicole admired it.

“Yeah, well Champ is a walking talking homophobic dude bro stereotype that wouldn’t know beauty if it smacked him across the face.” Nicole rolled her eyes and Waverly laughed. “Baby this is beautiful.”

“I think so too.” Waverly nodded feeling the tears well up in her eyes too.

“Plus…I always found tattoos on girls kinda hot.” Nicole smiled up at Waverly before kissing the ink again.

“Oh yeah?” She smiled back.

“Yeah, its badass.” Nicole giggled.

“Would you ever get one?” Waverly asked with that mischievous glint in her eyes.

Nicole thought for a minute. “Yeah I think I would.”

“What would you get?” Waverly asked as she brushed a strand of hair out of the redhead’s face.

“I don’t know…..” she thought again. “Maybe a wave.” She laughed as she glanced up at Waverly.

Waverly felt her heartbeat quicken. She stuttered out a “really?”

Nicole’s nodded as she said “yeah….I really love the ocean.” Waverly laughed and smacked her in the arm. Nicole laughed too and continued to kiss her hip bone. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really. But us Earps have a pretty high pain tolerance.” Waverly grinned.

“So I’ve heard.” Nicole’s giggled.

“You know, no one’s ever asked me about it before.” Waverly commented.

“Really? Not even Champ?” Nicole’s asked.

“No, all he said when he saw it was ‘what’s that’ ‘looks dumb’.” Waverly lowered her voice as she impersonated him.

“What an intellectual.” Nicole’s said sarcastically.

“I mean not a lot of people have seen it. I guess a couple of the girls I went to a lake house with a few years ago, Champ, and my aunt saw it once…but no one ever asked about it.” She said as she ran her finger through Nicole’s hair again.

“Well I’m glad I did. It’s a great story Waves.” Nicole gave her another smile. “I like learning about you.”

Waverly laughed and leaned forward to kiss Nicole. “There’s a scar on my knee from a wall ball tournament in 5th grade.” She whispered against her girlfriend lips when they pulled away. Nicole laughed and found the scar on Waverly’s right knee. “15 stitches but I won and that’s what matters.”

“I bet you were a crazy kid.” Nicole’s laughed as she let her fingers touch the faded scar.

“Had to live up to the name somehow.”

Nicole lifted her chin to showed Waverly a small scar. “Freshman year of college, fell in the shower.”

“What?!” Waverly laughed.

“I may have been a little drunk but yeah slipped and cut my chin pretty bad.” She explained.”oh and this finger.” She said holding up her ring finger on her right hand. “See how it’s kind crooked.” Waverly examined it and nodded. “Slammed it in the car door at 16.”

They continued to talk about all the scars they had, the body parts they had broken doing stupid things, the genetic and oddly shaped birthmarks on their bodies.

The love they made after that felt intimate, almost more intimate than their first time. Because now they knew things about each other, things no one else did. There was a vulnerability that came with learning about someone else’s scars and marks, someone’s past.

Before they fell asleep that night Nicole found herself stroking the tattoo again, her eyes fixated on the ink. “He was right, you know.”

“Who?” Waverly was laying on her side facing Nicole, her sleepy eyes transfixed on her girlfriends face.

“Your dad.” Nicole smiled as she looked back at Waverly. “You are light as a feather.” Waverly couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “And I don’t just mean physically.” She laughed “You…you have this way about you Waves.” Nicole brushed the hair out of Waverly’s face and let it linger on her cheek. “When I’m with you I feel light. I feel like I’m floating.”

“I feel that way too…when I’m with you.” Waverly nuzzled her face against Nicole’s hand and closed her eyes.

“You really are like this feather. Colorful, and bright, and so…so beautiful.” Nicole spoke and Waverly opened her eyes again. Her eyes immediately met Nicole’s and all she was was love. For the first time she saw someone that understood her. Someone that just got it. Yes it was just a tattoo but Nicole knew what it really meant to her. She got the real meaning behind it. She could feel the tears well up again. “It fits you Waves.” Waverly nodded and then curled her body against Nicole’s.

Nicole held her in her arms that night, strong but delicate, as if she was hold the most precious feather.

Pillow Talk

Summary: While at Vidcon, Phil can’t seem to fall asleep, even after the whole ‘missed flight’ ordeal. His mind begins to drift, and his thoughts start to be filled with pride for his most favorite person.

Genre: don’t let the title fool you, it’s all FLUFF

Warnings: umm none that i can think of

Word Count: 1486

a/n: apparently my brain always comes up with stories about people who can’t sleep. also pLEASE DON’T JUDE ME i couldn’t think of a good title so i named it after zayn’s song and yeah i wrote thing while waiting in lines and legoland and universal studios and finished while at dinner so yeah ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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It’s been a long two days. Phil still couldn’t believe they had made it to Vidcon. He thought, for sure, that they’d miss it. He still couldn’t believe they they had gotten so lucky with that flight that had two seats left, perfect for him and Dan.

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Tabula Rasa

Pairing: Steve/Tony
Fandom: Marvel Adventures
Tags: fluff, humor, costume swap, amnesia
Summary: When Loki decides to wipe Steve and Tony’s memories, the two of them have to figure out their mission - and their identities - for themselves.
Notes: For this image square on my stony bingo card:


It was supposed to be their day off, that was the thing. Tony and Steve had plans for a quick game of basketball then a trip to the cinema to see a rerun of Alien, but they’d got word that Loki had been spotted terrorizing citizens in downtown New York by conjuring an army of evil bunny rabbits.

“Come on, Tony, let’s drop by and sort out Loki, then see if we can still make the matinee showing at the cinema.” Steve had turned his most winning smile on Tony, and really, who could resist that?

They almost succeeded in battling through the hordes of vicious fluffy bunny monsters and taking down Loki, but at the last minute he caught them by surprise, summoning thick green vines which burst up from the sidewalk and held them in place.

“Puny mortals,” Loki said smugly. “You only succeed in foiling my plans in the past because of your prior experience, or you wouldn’t stand a chance against me. Let’s see how heroic you are without your memories!”

He waved his hands in an elaborate pattern and a burst of golden light flew across the street and hit both of them. Tony felt pain for a moment, and then there was only darkness.


He came around to see a terribly handsome blond man leaning over him, looking concerned. “Are you okay?” the man asked gently.

Tony sat up and looked around in confusion. He wasn’t injured or in pain, but his head felt thick and fuzzy. He tried to remember how he had come to be lying in the middle of the street, but there was nothing, just a blank space in his memory.

“Um. Yes? Sort of? Why can’t I remember anything?”

The blond chewed his lip nervously. “I’m afraid I couldn’t say. I woke up next to you a couple of minutes ago, but I don’t remember anything from before that either.”

Something was nagging at Tony’s attention, and he realized with a start that it was because his movements felt heavy and difficult to control. There was some kind of plate over his face which he flicked up, and he looked down to realise that he was wearing, of all things, a shiny bright red and gold suit of armor. Huh.

He looked back at the blond man, and noted that his outfit was pretty unusual too. Chainmail over a blue body suit that was, uhh, rather tightly fitted, with red and white stripes round the middle and a big white star on the front. There was a cowl attached to the suit which he had pushed back to reveal dreamy blue eyes, and the ensemble was finished off with bright red boots and gloves. 

Was that an… American flag themed outfit? Jesus. Tony hoped he hadn’t been rescued by a passionate Trump supporter. That was unlikely to end well.

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Crazy For You

YoungK and word prompt - train :) (gosh I went for someone else this time, be proud of me Mami :D) As always, I love your fics <3

Note: Yas finally a Day6 prompt! ilysm ♥ I am proud of you even if you request changki or other things! you’re amazing @laviette plz excuse this terrible fic I tried to make it great like you.. i couldn’t

Disclaimer: I don’t own gifs/images used.

Originally posted by iday6

If anyone was to ask someone at Younghyun’s local high school what he’s like, they’d tell you that he’s handsome, charismatic, all tied in a bad-boy image. He plays in a rock band with his friends, and doesn’t give anyone the time of day with romantic attention. It’s a cliche ideology, really; the heart breaker. But everyone has a reason for the way in which they act. In Younghyun’s case, it’s all because of you.

You’re a contradiction to his image, but creative all the same. You carry around art books instead of a bass, and paint brushes instead of a mic. He’s enthralled by you, the way your fingers work their way around the artistic equipment, and how they create such beauty on a canvas.

He’s spoken to you a lot, but rarely on the grounds of the school. The two of you live near each other which is why you find yourselves taking the same train home. That was when he realised that he had finally fallen for someone.

At first he thought he’d gone crazy. It was late, around 11pm as the two of you waited for the train to roll at the station. He watched you; you were wearing a black and white striped top beneath a black pinafore dress. You had a rucksack on your back, and a large folder in your arms, carrying your creations of the day. He thought it was the tiredness that washed is brain, but each day that past he found himself feeling a little stronger towards you.

It was the virus in his heart that caused him to turn this way; turning away other girl’s affection. They weren’t the same as you, in comparison, they were plain and easy. He endured a lot, his only wish to keep you safe and happy. That was why he took a punch to the eye while beating up the old drunken creep that tried to touch you up on the station one late friday night, the reason he gave you his jacket when you shivered even though his whole entire body felt like ice.

A shriek snapped him from his thoughts. He shook his head, “crazy” he mumbled to himself as he ruffled his fingers through his hair.

“Whose crazy? You wouldn’t be talking about me, would you?”

Younghyun looked beside him, almost jumping out of his skin from shock. “Jeez {y/n}, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

You giggled, “It’s not my fault you were away with the fairies.”

Younghyun playfully rolled his eyes, hoisting his bass that was wrapped in it’s case further up his shoulder, only now realising it had been on the verge of falling. He looked at you, and he wasn’t sure how blood wasn’t rushing to his cheeks.

“Well anyway, to answer your question I wasn’t talking about you… well I was… but not- what am I talking about right now? I’m so tired.” He covered his face. He’d jinxed it, the blood was now rushing to his face.

“You’re not wrong. You’re crazy” He watched you smile through the gaps of his fingers.

“Crazyfurmou.” he mumbled.

“Pardon? I didn’t catch that.”

He loved his hands away from his face, “Crazy for… you. I’m crazy for you.”

Neither of you noticed the people moving around you, or the train that waited at the platform until the shrill of the whistle broke the moment like shattering glass. Younghyun felt stupid, and felt as though he probably looked even more stupid because of his now embarrassed emotions.

You stretched out your hands, he looked down, remembering how captivating they were and watched as they intertwined with his own. He was sure that his heart was going to jump out of his chest. No one had ever made him feel this way before; it scared him to think how much he’d be affected by your first kiss when he felt so exhilarated by a simple hand touch, never mind anything else.

You pulled him onto the train, taking a seat on the mostly deserted cart. You sat closer to the window, gripping his hand. You looked back at him, seemingly jumpy even though you’d been the one to initiate the touch.

“What? Did you not mean-” Your face flushed, your hand loosening on his, but he gripped tighter.

“This is what I meant, {y/n}”

Your face relaxed, your hand turning more comfortable in his again. You opened your mouth to speak, and Younghyun was expecting you to question him about this, you didn’t. You closed your mouth again, settling for a comfortable silence and Younghyun decided that he wanted to stay on this train for the rest of his life.

So I’m writing Sweater Weather and without really thinking about it I just typed out “Izuku feels like there are hundreds of bees under his skin for the happy buzzing that fills him head to toe.”

And I’m trying to figure out if that’s creepy or not? It… sounded cute in my head but reading it back that sounds kind of horrific.  

Ease - Part 16

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 3.0k

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

A/N: thank you for all the lovely lovely messages i’ve gotten so far!! u are all precious much love 💛

Originally posted by jeonbase

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The clock was ticking. It was only a few days before the competition, and you’d been working non-stop with Taehyung to be ready in time. True to his promise, he’d practised day and night, and even when he complained he was too exhausted, he always continued rehearsing for another hour. Jungkook seemed fine with it all, and he even hobbled along to one of your practices to see how you were getting along. It warmed your heart to know that he’d become so supportive of you and Taehyung, and he even gave advice on how Taehyung could improve, giving him little tips and tricks to make it easier for him.

You’d slept round their house after finishing late, and because you also expected an early start the next day. Taehyung must have left early, as he was nowhere to be seen, so you cheerfully got ready in your own time. After staying up well into the night with Taehyung, talking about the past and the future and everything in between, you were in a good mood the next morning, despite the tiredness seeping into your bones as you moved.

As you walked down stairs, Namjoon hollered at you from the kitchen. “Y/N!” he yelled, sounding like he had his mouth stuffed with food. “Do you want to come with me and Jin to the park?”

“No thanks,” you called back, pulling on your shoes by the front door. “I’m busy.”

“If you change your mind, feel free to meet us there!”

“Will do!”

You closed the door behind you with a click, and began walking down the road.


It was a beautiful day, and you couldn’t help grinning to yourself at the thought of dancing with Taehyung again. It felt so good to watch him perform with barely any mistakes, knowing that you were the reason behind his progress. Plus, it meant you got to spend hours of uninterrupted time with him, as Hoseok and Yoongi had a work shift that day.

In the distance, you could see Taehyung waiting outside the gate to the building for the practice room, his thin frame slouched against the pillar as he rested all his weight on one leg. His hair flopped cutely over his forehead as he typed on his phone, but his eyebrows were furrowed and the playful expression he always wore was missing.

As you approached, you slowed down, immediately figuring something was wrong. “Tae!” you called out, noting how his face didn’t change as he looked up, his eyes darkening. There was no softness, no boyish look that you were so used to seeing. Just pure rage, trembling under his skin.

“Tae?” you said again, your happy mood vanishing within an instant. “What’s the matter?”

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief, sticking out his chin and breathing out his mouth in an attempt to calm himself down. You swallowed nervously, not knowing how to react. You’d never seen him so angry in your life. It didn’t help that he stood stock still, leaving a few feet between you and letting the tension fill the gap.

When he spoke, his voice was deep but firm, with a seriousness that he only used when he was talking to teachers or apologising after being scolded.

“You knew the real reason Yeji was dating me, and you didn’t say?”

Adrenaline shot through your body like a shock wave, numbing your limbs into position. All you could do was stare as you struggled to breathe, your vision going white as you realised what you’d gotten yourself into. He knows he knows he knows he knows…

“I can’t believe you,” he scoffed, flicking his hair out of eyes and poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. You wracked your brain desperately for an excuse, but all you could feel was the shame that numbed your heart and froze your brain solid. Taehyung looked broken. “I found out from Jimin,” he spat, blinking furiously. “He confessed what he’d said, and what had happened when he found out. Turns out, he’d been at the spring market. Turns out, he met you there. And you know everything.”

“Taehyung, I-”

“To think I could trust you. I let myself believe that there was something, someone there for me after everything turned to shit. But you lied to me, Y/N.” He laughed bitterly, properly laughed, but his eyes were mingling with tears, and he sniffed several times before roughly wiping his nose with his sleeve. “Yeji used me to get with Jimin, and my best friend didn’t tell me. Didn’t stop me from making the biggest mistake of my life.”

“You were so happy,” you mumbled weakly, not bothering to try harder to defend yourself. You hadn’t won this battle, you knew that straight away. You’d messed up. “You liked her for so long, I didn’t have it in me, didn’t have the heart, to wreck you like that.”

“So you let me believe that she had a crush on me? For what? What did you get out of that? Did you enjoy seeing me lose myself in someone who had no interest in me?”

You were shaking your head, feeling hot, angry tears roll down your cheeks. Not angry at Taehyung, but at yourself. What was I thinking? “At the time, it was the right thing to do,” you hiccupped, “because you said you loved her. I tried to tell you that you didn’t, because how I loved you was nothing like that. But you were convinced. For years you’ve talked about Yeji. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t tell you.”

Taehyung pulled at his top lip with his teeth, his hands that hung loosely by his sides beginning to shake. “Do you know why I went on about Yeji for so long?” he asked faintly, scouring your face for any type of reaction. “Have you no idea?”

“What are you talking about?” you croaked, feeling the dryness crackle in your throat.

He smiled pitifully, turning his head slightly away. You had the urge to pull his face back so he was looking at you, but you stayed still, holding your breath in apprehension. His nostrils flared as his eyes shone with emotion, the warmness of the day not quite getting past your skin as you watched the sadness fill his expression.

“I was trying to make you jealous,” he mumbled, screwing up his eyes and allowing himself to cry. “I thought if I went on about another girl, you might’ve said something. You never did, but I said it so much that I started to believe that I really did like Yeji. When you told me that you loved me, I remembered what love should feel like.”

Your breathing quickened, and you could feel yourself beginning to go dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but it didn’t matter. “Taehyung, what are you trying-”

“I’ve been trying to tell you for so long,” he interrupted, not letting you break his flow. Finally, he turned and looked at you again, and you suddenly wished he hadn’t. Seeing the pain and heartache behind his brown irises made you feel like you’d just been trodden into the mud and left there to rot.

“I love you,” he said. “I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember. Stupid, really, because I was praying on false hope that one day, you possibly might like me back. But that day only came a few months ago, and that’s when I realised I should’ve waited a little bit longer. I tried to tell you,” he smiled, but it was a half-smile; it barely lifted his cheeks. “Yeji was the one who told me to chase you, but by that time, you were already with Jungkook. That day, when you told me we should keep our distance, I said I was going to tell you something. But, obviously, I didn’t.”

Your heart was collapsing, piece by piece, and you finally understood the true meaning of heartbreak. It was nothing like you’d seen on TV or in the movies. There were tears staining your eyes and your nose was blocked, but the feeling you felt inside couldn’t be explained with words. All of a sudden, you didn’t know what was the right thing to say, the right thing to do, or what you should be feeling. You were hollow, and you could see the one thing that would make it all go away. But they were a few feet away. Just out of reach.

“You told me that we shouldn’t get in too deep,” he continued, his chest heaving unevenly as he struggled to draw breath. “You had no idea of how deep I was in. Namjoon argued with me, saying that you would change your mind, you would leave Jungkook, but I couldn’t see that happening. Not when you gave me a chance, and I dismissed it. I was satisfied with Yeji, even though I knew that all I ever wanted was to be with you, Y/N.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you whispered, your throat beginning to burn in pain. “When I told you I loved you, you wanted us to stay friends. Why, Taehyung?”

“I thought Yeji was the safer option. I’d tried not to think of you in that way for so long, that I needed time to wonder if I still felt the same. Didn’t realise what that would do to you. But,” he sighed, his voice changing back to the serious tone as he straightened up, collecting himself together. “I guess it was all for nothing. You betrayed me, Y/N. If I’d known what Yeji was doing, she would’ve immediately been out the picture. Either way, I would’ve been upset, but at least I wouldn’t have made a complete idiot of myself. I don’t find liars attractive, so I guess you don’t know me as well as you think you do. I’m going, and don’t you dare think about following me. Good luck with the dance.”

Without another word, Taehyung turned his back and began walking away, his head nodding low with his hands deep in his pockets.  You watched him leave, in a state of disbelief and despair. Eventually, your limbs unstuck and turned to jelly, allowing you to fall to the floor and cradle your knees, sitting by yourself against the pillar and questioning how could things have gone so wrong.


Jin and Namjoon were sprawled out on the grass, basking in the sun of the early afternoon. They were chatting and laughing contentedly, but when they noticed you standing not too far off with a look of torment on your face, they immediately rushed over.

“Come sit down,” they ushered, pulling you to their spot while you struggled to hold back the tears, but knowing that they were about to give you sympathy set off the waterworks once more.

“What’s happened?” asked Jin softly, while Namjoon handed you a tissue.

Sniffing loudly, you looked down at the ground and watched the grass stalks tremble in the wind. It should have been calming, but you barely noticed. “He told me he likes me,” you said vaguely, your voice bunged up and slightly higher than usual. “But I did something wrong. I kept something from him. Something huge. Now there’s no chance.”

Although you didn’t specify who you meant or what chance you missed, the two boys understood as they began rubbing your back and making soothing noises. It all became too much again, and you wept into your damp tissue.

“Why can’t you two just get together already?” Jin sighed, looking into the distance dramatically. “It’s been slowly driving us mad. You two clearly want to be together, yet neither of you are making a move.”

“You knew?” you asked incredulously, staring at him with wide eyes. “All this time, you knew that he liked me?”

“He’s in love with you,” stated Namjoon, smiling apologetically. “I don’t mean to brag, but if we could figure out that you fancied Taehyung, it wasn’t science to notice that he felt the same way.”

“Did he say anything to you?”

“No, we just knew,” Jin shrugged.

“Well,” corrected Namjoon, “Jungkook’s always been slow on the uptake with that sort of thing. That’s why we were so shocked when Yeji walked in and Taehyung announced that they were dating, because he clearly preferred you over some silly high school crush. Jungkook didn’t know you liked Taehyung for a while, but by the time we told him, he was already starting to take a liking to you, so I don’t think he really cared all that much.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening. Firstly, the person who you were completely in love with said they had felt the same way for years, and now you’d found out all your friends knew and hadn’t told you? You began to understand why Taehyung felt so betrayed when you’d kept the truth from him, because it felt horrible.

“He never showed me love,” you said sceptically, shaking your head in dejection.

Jin just laughed, but Namjoon sent him a warning look and he promptly stopped, realising it wasn’t the time for mockery. “Of course he did,” he said kindly. You looked up at his honest eyes, not quite accepting the truth. “Maybe… maybe his version of love isn’t the same as Jungkook’s, but it doesn’t mean that he didn’t show you it. Okay, so he didn’t say ‘I love you’ as much as Jungkook seemed to. He was just… less obvious about it.”

“Less obvious?”

“You know, small acts of affection? Perhaps he bought you presents, or he made you food. Perhaps he let you copy his notes, or made sure you got home safe, or stuck up for you when it meant he’d get in trouble, too.”

As Jin spoke, images and memories flashed through your head like a mini tape player, snapshots of Taehyung that you’d completely forgotten about. There was that time where he put food in your bag that you’d found during the audition round, and that time he sat by your side when you were ill, and when he picked up your call straightaway after arguing with Jungkook. He didn’t even ask why; he simply understood you needed him there.

“He loves you. He doesn’t need to say it to mean it,” added Namjoon, poking your cheek to get you to smile.

“But what about Jungkook?” you argued. “He always told me he loved me, but then he left-”

“Forget about Jungkook!” burst Namjoon, the passion beginning to show in his tone. It was only a subtle change, but it struck something in your chest that made you finally believe what they were trying to tell you. “That wasn’t love. He was infatuated with you, and when he realised that maybe it wasn’t love after all, he freaked. Don’t be wound up about Jungkook. He’ll find what he’s been looking for, soon enough.”

It made sense. It was hard to come to terms with the idea that you’d wasted so much time avoiding the subject, pushing down feelings when in reality, you could’ve avoided all the mess and heartbreak ages ago. If only you’d been brave enough and done what you’d set out to do when you first came to university: tell Taehyung that you loved him. But you couldn’t. And you didn’t. So you were stuck in a terrible situation that you couldn’t see any way out of. And it sucked. Although they were trying their best, Namjoon and Jin weren’t what you needed. You wanted to curl up in a ball on your bed and cry until you had no more tears left, until that aching feeling had gone.

“He’s so mad at me,” you whispered, sucking on your teeth. It was a habit that only surfaced when you were really upset, but knowing that only made you feel ten times worse.

Namjoon pulled out another tissue and delicately got rid of the grotty one you’d balled up in your fist, before clearing his throat quietly. “You’ve both hurt each other. That’s what you do when you love someone. It’s because you love them that you try to heal them again, to stop the pain, to make them more loved than they were before, all because you both got mad. But that’s why you’ve got to keep trying, Y/N. You and Taehyung have both come so far in your relationship, and although it would’ve been easier if none of this happened, I think it made you both grow as human beings and you’re able to understand each other a lot better than you did before. Don’t give up on him. It’s getting harder, I can see that, but you still love him no matter how hurt you’re feeling. You’ll keep trying because it hurts even more when he’s not there. So you’ve got to try.


As you went to sleep that night, you tried to remind yourself that whatever you were feeling was only temporary. Even though you were falling apart by the seams, you swore to yourself that you would be strong, and you would fight just a little bit longer.

But as you lay there, at 3am, lonely and restless, you didn’t feel strong and ready to fight. There was no strength in the tears that soaked your pillow. Everything seemed duller, like the moon against the black of night that didn’t quite burn into your eyes like it used to, and the rain wasn’t a lullaby, but more of a crashing noise that sounded like the sky was breaking. The stone in your chest that usually appeared from jealousy had gone, but instead, it was filled with that familiar pain.

There were some things in life that you couldn’t prepare yourself for. Even though you told yourself that if it ever happened, you were going to be ready. Even after Jungkook, the second round of heartbreak still hurt; it always, always hurt.

Closing your eyes, the last thing you saw before you fell into a fretful sleep was the poster from the dance competition, its splashed red colour taunting you, reminding you of what you’d lost, and what was still yet to come.

Love Bite

Harry had been gone for weeks. 


And while you knew that would be the case going into the relationship, that didn’t mean it was easy and you certainly never got used to it. Of course it was more manageable the longer you’d been together, especially when you kept busy and stuck to your routine, but whenever it got nearer to his return home…that’s when it was hardest.


Usually about a week before he was due home, you’d send him a few extra texts throughout the day. Just a couple more ‘love you’s. A dab of ‘I miss you’. Sometimes pictures of the neighbor’s cat with its face pressed up against the glass window; ‘Boots thought you’d be home by now’. 


And your goodnight calls–which were more like good mornings for Harry–grew longer as the time apart grew shorter. Just a few more minor details about your day shared. A hint of ‘don’t go’ before hanging up. Occasional tears dried with ‘I’ll be home soon, muppet’. 


The day before he’s due to arrive home has you absolutely jumping out of your skin. It’s utter torture waiting for the morning to crawl by, but it’s comforting knowing that it’s agony for Harry too.


Only 36 more hours, love.


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