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Top Ten Awesome Fanfics *

* yep, not “all-time favourite”, because I cannot choose in all objectivity only ten fics. This list is a list of ten fics* chosen in my five main fandoms that I love and feel like they should be read, but it could have been ten others … It’s very hard to choose. One day I’ll do a real masterpost fic rec …
* yes, I’ve cheated. There are waaaaay more than just ten fics here … Sorry not sorry.

The lovely @justkeeponthegrass had a brillant idea : to make a collection of our favourite fanfics to show writers just how much we appreciate, respect and admire their work. I personally owe a great deal to fanfic writers, especially in the Merlin fandom, for they helped me get through a very hard period of my life. Fanfic writers have been and are constant companions of my life, whether I’m sad, happy, tired or feeling excited, they always deliver, they are amazing people who do an amazing work just because they like it. I admire the hell out of any of you, and the following ten titles, plus the special and honorable mentions, are me trying to tell you how much you mean. Very, very long post incoming …

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Violinist

Summary: When you leave a wedding party intending to go home and drown in loneliness, Bucky Barnes changes your plans. 
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word counting: 1.2k
Warnings: Alternative Universe, Bucky is a Lawyer. Fluff. 

Originally posted by chaneltheavenger

“And we’re done.” Joshua said, looking at the small group you were with, and you gave the newlywed couple a glance while cleaning your violin.

Even though you were invited, you didn’t plan to stay for the party. It was too tiring.

Four years. Four years playing at weddings around the whole US with the same group of people, that was your life. A known violinist, the favourite of many, and so lonely.

At your side, Josh was eagerly talking to Danny and Erin. He played the Cello, like Josh himself, and Erin was a violinist. The two of them were a couple - a beautiful couple - and the two men were as close as brothers. You, on the other hand, was too shy to interrupt them, even after fours years together and wasn’t that close. You were the black sheep of the group.

Weddings made you sad. It wasn’t for mean reasons, but because of your love life - or the lack of it, actually. You were single. Honestly, you were the most single person in the whole world. In your mid to late twenties, you’ve never had more than some hookups. You’ve never been loved and was probably bound to be alone forever.

Maybe you should consider adopting a cat.

“You’re going home already?” Erin looked at you.

Maybe two of them. Or three.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling that good.” You dismissed her. “Do you have a ride back home?”

“Yeah, my brother brought my car.” Danny affirmed. “Are you okay? I can drive you home if you’re feeling too bad.”

“I’m just tired.” You lied.

He nodded, and you finished organising your stuff before walking to your car, putting them in the backseat just to realise you’ve forgotten your purse inside.

You sighed before walking back there, the high heels decorating your feet making every step a torture.

You were ready to go after doing it and were just a few steps from your car when your body crashed into another, much taller and stronger than yours, making a face when whatever drink he had in hand spilt all over you.

“Oh my God.” The man exclaimed, surprised.

You looked up at him. Oh, he was strong. He was huge. With relatively long hair and blue eyes, he was also adorable and very handsome.

“I’m so sorry.” He blushed. “I swear I didn’t see you. I’m so sorry. I’m gonna have it cleaned for you, I swear.”

You looked at your dress and took a breath, inhaling the smell of wine.

“At least it is white wine.” You looked at him. “You’d own me a new dress is it was red wine.”

The man opened a surprised smile, still embarrassed with what he had caused.

“Here.” He pulled a card from his pocket. “Here is my number.”

You looked down at his hand, taking it and reading the simple card.

“James Barnes.” You looked at him. “Lawyer..”

“Yes..” He confirmed. “And you are the violinist.”

“Y/N.” You corrected him.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He smiled. “I must say, you are amazing.”

You blushed. No one had ever approached you to say that.

“I could see the passion in your eyes.” He affirmed. “It was beautiful.”

“Thanks, James.” You blushed.

“Call me Bucky.” He corrected you.

“Thanks, Bucky.” You smiled at him.

He smiled openly, and you noticed how he had dimples on his cheek.

“You were leaving?” He asked.

Bucky nodded and scratched his chin for a moment.

“Maybe this is rushed because we don’t know each other.” He said, embarrassed. “But I think I have somewhere you would like to go.”

“Oh.” You exclaimed, surprised.

You pondered. He was a stranger, but what did you have to lose? Your day was already bad, it couldn’t get worse.

“Have you ever been in a Karaoke?”

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Sweethearts.

REQUEST - Can you do an harry styles imagine where the reader is shy and just so innocent and always wants to be around harry because she feels protected and harry does everything he can do to protect and make her happy and she doesn’t talk much but he doesn’t mind then some of Harry’s friends mention how cute they are? Love your work! - @baileyhizzle

I’M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. But it was only because my main focus was on The Divorce Series AU. Now, This is a fan-fiction, I have no idea how Harry is in real life. I’ve tad bit changed the storyline. This is just a part of my imagination. ENJOY! :) xx

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You slide your glasses  back up the bridge of your nose as you opened your locker. You could hear the light snickers of giggles beside you, but chose to ignore it. You removed all your art supplies which you needed for your next class. You were looking down to collect all your brushes, when your locker door slammed shut and you jumped up in fright.

“Morning, baby!” Harry appeared in front of you with his wide dimpled smile, “Look at yeh, got yourself a new pair of glasses!” You smiled and once again rearranged the glasses on your nose.

“They suit yeh, and they’re more modern than the ones yeh had before too!” he chuckled and pulled you close to him by your waist as he leaned flat against your locker.

“Harry, I’m gonna be late for my class if I don’t leave right now.” you said in a soft tone. He hummed and dropped his hands from your waist. You felt his warmth leave your body at the drop of his hands and automatically a pout appeared on your lips.

“Well? M’not stopping yeh… Go on…” he smirked at your pout. You slowly turned around to walk away, feeling upset that he was letting you go so easily, but soon enough he was pulling you right back into his arms.

“Changed my mind. Want yeh here, with me.” You must’ve only gotten a chance to blink before he leaned in and gave you a proper snog in front of everyone in the corridor. You blushed and pull away from him slightly.

“You can’t just kiss me like that, H” you whispered.

“Why not? You’re m’girlfriend. Can kiss yeh anytime I want.” He teased and pulled you closer.

“What if some teacher sees us?” He laughed and pulled your arms around his neck to give you a hug.

“What am I gonna do with yeh, pet?” He sighed and looked back at you, “ I think I love yeh too much to leave yeh alone in this school.”

You and Harry had been now dating for a whole year. He wasn’t a popular kid but girls sure did enjoy his attention and loved giving him their attention. He was a very charming, kind and good looking guy. You had no idea how he fell for you, a nerd who had her head deep buried into the books all day long. Harry didn’t have a reputation but you sure did. A reputation of being a geek. He hated every second of it, if it was up to him, he would love punch every person who ever hurt you in your life to pulp. But scaring you off was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

“I can take care of myself, babe.” you kissed his cheek and pulled your bag towards your shoulder. He nodded, “I know, but m’always gonna worry. Yeh know that.”

You smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat. Even after being together for a year, you still managed to make his heart jump.

“Now shoosh, off yeh go. Don’t wan’t yeh blaming me later about how yeh were late for your class because of me..” He patted your bum lightly and you gasped. His eyes crinkled as he laughed at your expression. He quickly pecked your lips, “See you in an hour? We have the next class together..”

You nodded and he turned to walk away.You walked into your art class, and took a seat on a chair right at the end corner of the room, you removed your new box of water paints, which you were excited to use and started working on your portrait. Half way through the class you heard a psst, looking up you found Georgia staring at you with a smirk on her face. Not the smirk you were used to getting from your man. You especially hated the smirk she gave you.

“I really need to borrow your paints, YN. You see, mine are all mixed up and not even one colour has it’s original colour. So I’m taking yours, okay?” she said in a sickly sweet voice and snatched your paints.

“I-I was working with them-” you stuttered softly, but she cut you off.

“Thanks, YN.” She ignored you and you looked back at your incomplete painting. It was a drawing Harry. His birthday was coming up and you were really excited to give him the drawing along with his other presents.

“Oops!” You snapped your head back at her, only to gasp when you see the condition of your new paints. Every colour was now ruined. There was red mixed in white paint and black in pink. You swallowed the lump in your throat and smiled at her apology.

“Well that’s unfortunate. Here, I don’t need them anymore..” she extended her hand towards you, but before you could get a hold of it she tilted the paints and all the water droplets and colour splashed across your painting.

“No!” You gasped and tried to pull away. You tried to remove the mess but it was too late.The whole painting was ruined too.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry, YN.. But I’m sure you can make another one for him.” she said and got back to her painting. You felt a tear flow down your cheek but you quickly wipe it off. Soon enough the bell rang and you ran towards the bathrooms.

You slide down the locked door and cry. You knew you hadn’t been in there for long time, so you jumped at the loud banging on the other side of the door. You quickly stood up, wiped your eyes and opened the door. There stood Harry with an angry expression on his face.

“What happened? Who did this to yeh?” He entered the toilet without a second thought. Seeing him there made you drop the facade you had put on and break down just as you were about to drop down on to your knees he pulled himself and kneeled on the floor along with you.

“Tell me, baby. I promise I’ll make it right. Just tell me who made you cry.” he urged and hugged you as you nuzzled your head in his neck and sobbed. 

You shook your head, “G-G-Georgia, she r-ruined..” You cried and tighten your hold on his next.

If one thing was very important to you aside from your family and Harry. It was your art. No one messed with it. Since it was your passion, it became one of his favourite passions. 

His body tensed after hearing Georgia’s name. She had always been jealous of his relationship with you. It was only because last year you were the new girl in their school, and before you, he and Georgia had something going on. It wasn’t serious at all. Maybe a kiss or two. It didn’t mean anything to either of them.

But one look at you and Harry felt the world around him changing, he knew he would never be the same after meeting you. One look at you and he felt the need to protect you from every bad and hurtful thing, one look and he wanted you to be his, and he wanted him to be yours.

“Ruined what, baby? I swear to god, if she hurt yeh..” he threatened pulling you closer than ever.

You met his sad gaze, and let out a hiccup, “s-she ruined my paints and the painting I was making f-for you, as a g-gift for your b-birthday..” he hushed you and wiped the tear that fell down your cheek. He gentle kissed the cheek that wasn’t pressed against his shoulder.

“M’so sorry she did that, pet,” he muttered and then pulled you up with him. The anger he felt inside was aching to explode. But he was trying not to show it in front of you. The two of you didn’t know for how long you were in there, but then you heard two bells ringing, declaring it was time for lunch break.

He wrapped his arm arm around your waist and kissed your forehead, “I forgot my watch in the classroom. Can yeh please go sit with the boys and wait for me in the cafeteria?” he dropped his forehead against yours.

You nodded and the two of you packed up your stuff back into your bag. He watched you leave and enter the cafeteria doors before he walked back to the direction of the locker. He found the person he was looking for and got a hold of their hand and roughly pulled them into a secluded, silent area of the school.

“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” She smirked and leaned against the old metal non-working vending machine, with hands behind her back.

“Why did you do it?” he whispered, walking towards her slowly.

“Do what?” she sassed, raising her eyebrow. He towered over her letting out heavy breaths. Their chests were almost touching each other. He was itching to move away from this disgusting atmosphere and her.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. So let’s try this again. Why the fuck did you do it?”

“It as just a pathetic little drawing. It wasn’t even that great, I did you a favour. I saved you from lying about how you love the painting. You’re little bitch was just overreacting as usual.” she spat.

He punched the machine beside he and she jumped with fright. Georgia was scared, for sure. She was worried she had crossed the line. She knew not to mess with his temper, especially not to mess with the people he loved. But she couldn’t help it. She was jealous. She wanted him, but you snatched him away from her. He was hers before he was yours.

“You’re a girl that’s why I’m containing myself. I’m warning you Georgia, if I ever see you near my girl again, the outcome won’t be nice..” he whispered threateningly, looking at her dead in the eyes. He walked away from her and she gasped not realizing she had stopped breathing for a second. She watched him disappear, and decided that it was better if she stayed away.

Harry entered the cafeteria and saw you laughing with the boys. His shitty mood turned into a happy mood as he skipped towards you. He slide beside you and surprised you with a loud kiss on the apple of your cheeks.

“Here comes the man of your dreams, YN…I see how you still haven’t minimized the PDA like I told you to, Haz! Give her a bit of space, ey?” Lou  teased and sassed as the other boy and their girlfriends laughed. Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him.

“You’re just jealous because the only companion you have in your life at the moment, is your hand…” he joked. The boys let out an ooh and the girls laughed, including Louis

“Touche, mate.”

You looked at Harry to find him already looking at you. You smiled at him, “You okay, baby?” he asked. You nodded and hugged his side.He rested his head on top of your head. He felt content.

The two of you were happy. That’s all that mattered. Nothing could come between Harry and his sweet creature.That’s how it was going to be. Forever.

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anonymous asked:

Anything stand out in the recent gaming live show?

yes!! first things first, i really loved this livestream! love when they bicker like an old married couple lol this live was filled with giggles and domestic bants :(( cute

the whole segment of them deciding which characters represented their personality the most was rlly cute :(( and Phil asking “do you think people ship fireboy and watergirl together”? right after that lmao subtle

dan freaking out because he forgot to retweet phil’s tweet and screaming “woRSt fRiEnD iN tHe wOrLD” was also cute

“why can’t i get in your door?”
“because of gender roles, Phil”
“oh”
and dan ranting about how we gotta destroy gender roles while phil is just “come in my lady door” i SWEAR TO GOD PHIL AHJKLAFSLDLDHFV I LOVE HOW NASTY HE IS “i was inviting you into the lady door” and “you go in your man door” shsdgkalgff he was clearly enjoying dan’s outraged reaction way too much to stop, i can’t believe this man.

“it’s like the ultimate friendship strangling simulator”
“do you think anyone’s got divorced over this game?”
“probably”
PHANRRIAGE IS OVER

dan screaming at phil constantly failing the game reminded me of the blindfolded portal 2 co-op video which is one of my favourites ;’)

phil saying “you wish you were watergirl,,, get on my level mATE”
and dan just fonding so much omg his smile was so big

“watch out for the green stuff okay?” and they both fall in it the next second i’m— quality gaming™

phil: “i was scared, i don’t wanna touch you”
dan: “stares at the camera like he’s on the office”

and last but not least, dan screaming “you saying ‘now now now tASTY’ WAS. NOT. HELPING.”

i mean,,, i don’t even know what to say except @ phil

Careful what you Wish For - Peter Parker.

Warnings: Swears, like a couple i think. 

A/N: My first Peter Parker thing. I hope for it to be a small series if its liked? This is like the second thing on blog since i literally just started it. =) 

Words: 1,812 I think. thats kinda long. 

~xoxo~

Y/N woke up with a bad feeling that day, a feeling in her stomach that said today just wouldn’t be her day. She got up out of bed and showered almost immediately after tearing herself from the warm comfy sheets, standing in the stream of hot water while brushing her teeth. 

As always, she looked at herself in the mirror after getting out the shower, her hands pawing at the skin of her stomach an thighs; making sure there wasn’t any stray hairs that may have left her head or soap that hadn’t washed off. 

It was a friday, a miserable looking one at that. The weatherman had said the weather would be nice today but the moment she left her home, the heavens opened to release the waters. 

Y/N walked into school sopping wet, meeting her friend at her locker as she always did. “I got a bit wet.” She told them, trying to look annoyed but the smile on his face was just contagious. 

“I can see that much. I keep telling you to change the station on your radio. That weatherman i never right.”

“Oh shut up, Peter. You and Ned still coming over tonight?” Peter parker was her nerd, the biggest dork she’d ever meet in her life and she loved him. He didn’t know this, but every time he smiled at her or laughed around her, her heart would actually physically melt. 

“Of Course, Wouldn’t miss for the world.”

“Or Stark?” Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows. She meant well by it, knowing that Tony Stark liked to whisk her friend away at certain moments, almost as if the man knew when she most wanted to hang out with Peter. 

Peter Stuttered his answer, the usual stuff “ Stark internship” “He texts when he needs me.” and her personal favourite is the amount of apologising Peter does to her; She’d get an apology at least ten times in one day. 

It was later that night that Y/N would finally get annoyed with Tony Stark and his stupid internship. Fridays had always been movie night and Peter incessent pushing of trying to have the Stars wars film on just so she could finally watch them had come to an end. 

She was finally gonna do it, finally gonna sit through a Star wars film for him and of course, It had to be the night that he bails. Y/N huffed as she turned everything off, Ned already having gone home realising that his friend wasnt turning up and Movie night was cancelled. 

Huffing again, Y/N went out, shouting to her mother that she was going down to the shop a few blocks away. That also happened to be the one night she decided to go out and almost get flattened to roadkill. 

The cars came towards her at an alarming speed and she knew, just knew that there was no way she was going to be able to dodge the cars heading in her direction. She slammed her eyelids together, not wanting to see the cars before they hit her, but as she expected pain, she instead got the sensation of being moved. 

Opening her eyes and there he was, an arm around her waist as the other was used to web them to safety. This was the first time she had actually needed to be saved by spiderman, Queen’s own little hero in red and blue. This was the first time he actually laid hands on her, or eyes for that matter. 

He placed her down on the ground and Y/N finally came bac kto her senses as her feet touched the ground. “Are you kidding me!?” She shouted to nothing in particular, startling the spider hero. 

“Today has just been terrible! Oh my god, First the rain this morning, then i spill my drink on myself, trip up in the hallway in front of everyone, get splashed by a passing car, peter doesn’t show up for movie night and now i literally almost just died! Can it get any worse!?’‘ 

Huffing and puffing after her small outburst, the silence around the two could have been cut with a knife. Finally, Y/N sighed and looked at her saviour ’'Sorry, it’s been one hell of day. Thank you.’' 

’'You seem stressed, perhaps a chill pill?” He realised his mistake the moment he said it, For our dear Spiderman - or Peter Parker - had said those exact words to Y/N earlier that day, after she had indeed tripped in front of virtually the whole school. 

It didn’t take long to pair the sentence with the voice and he knew, the moment her eyebrows relaxed and her shy smile dropped to an expressionless face. Y/N placed a hand to her face, thumb on her cheek, index finger sat next to her nose as her other fingers covered her mouth. 

Y/N shook her head, closing her eyes. “I don’t believe you.”
Peter knew that she had figured him out, his cat was out of its bag and there was no way it was going back in. “Y/N wait, I can exp-”

“I don’t need you to explain, Peter.” she interrupted him. “I need to go home and calm down before i lose my mind.” She walked onwards, turning her head to look at him before she left completely. “But do not think for a minute that i am not chewing out for this! I can not believe you didn’t tell me!”

Peter sighed as she turned the corner, leaving his line of sight. He knew he was well and truly in for the argument of his life, the moment she finds out that Ned knew and she didnt was going to put him right up shit creek without a paddle.

Y/N had stopped a couple of blocks away from where Spiderman - Peter - had dropped her. Trying to relax her mind before another voice stopped her. “Dear, you seem tired, come, take a seat.’' 

The old dear seemed to be homeless to Y/N, she wore black tattered clothes and seemed to be around the 70 mark. Seeing no harm in it, Y/N sat with the woman, giving her a few lose coins in her pocket so the woman could at least afford a hot drink. 

The woman thanked her, before asking what it was that had her so stressed out and tired. Thinking nothing of it, Y/N spilled the beans, all of them except the identity of Spiderman. ’'I just, I wish i could know what its like inside that head? Just be the one with these powers, trying to juggle normal life and a hero life, you know? How hard can it really be?’' 

’'You’d be surprised, deary.” The woman’s voice seemed different now, its tone taking on one that sounded rather uncomfortable in Y/N’s. The look on her face was a strange one too, almost sinister in fact. 

“I….should go.” Y/N said, standing up. “My mother and …..all that.” Y/N left before the woman could say another word, but if she had looked back, she would have she the widespread grin on the woman’s face. 

Dropping into her nice bed in warm pyjamas once she got home, Y/N knew she needed the longest sleep in the history of long sleeps. She needed a six month coma, thats what she needed. 

Once again, When she awoke, Y/N pulled back the duvet and with effort after her mother woke her for school, left the warm bed to go brush her teeth in the bathroom; taking today’s clothes with her. As she looked into the full body mirror, a shriek left her throat. 

What was once soft and wobbly was now hard and not so wobbly. Y/Ns stomach wasn’t smooth but bumpy as the she ran her fingers down the abs she now suddenly hand. Flexing her arms showed the muscle that now exsisted as if she had religously worked out for years. 

It was weird, so she changed clothes, opting more for skinny jeans and a baggy long sleeved shirt. Grabbing her back pack after breakfast, she left the house and made her way to school. 

Where normality lied, Peter once again was stood at her locker waiting for her, greeting her with that beautiful smile he always did. Though normality was short lived as she closed her arms around his neck, he no longer felt the same way as he did yesterday and his hug wasn’t as back breaking as it should have been. 

“'Are you okay, Y/N?” Peter asked, seemingly suspicious as his eyes roamed her face. It was just then that she realised, yesterday was friday….so why had her mother woken her up today? “Ready for Movie night?”

“Uh…” The sound left her throat as she tried to figure why Movie night friday was happening again. “Yeah?’' 

Peter laughed. ’'That sounded more like a question than it did a statement.” Y/N shut her locker after getting the desired items and the two walked towards where Peters Locker rested. “Not busy with the internship tonight?’' 

’'Internship?” Y/N repeated in confusion once more, both at the hoping tone of voice and the fact that she now had an internship, before her eyes widened at what Peter had just pulled from his pocket. “Woah, what the hell?”

“What?” Peter asked, placing the black rimmed glasses upon his face to see the numbers on the Locker’s dial. 

“Nothing. What internship?”

“Thats more like it!” Peter chuckled “Nothing come between three best friends and movie night!” Y/N gave Peter a hesitant chuckle. “You’re not with it today, Y/N. Better get your thoughts together before homecoming.’' 

The shock that flew through her head was astounding, Y/N pulled out her phone, an item she barely used unless it was to text Pete, Ned or her mother during the day. The date displayed on it was not what it should have been. 

Apologising to Peter, Y/N made up a lie that he seemed to believe and relay to Ned when the boy showed up before they all went to their classes upon the sound of bell. It was in class when she once again made a fool of herself. 

Peter and Ned sat together in front of her, Beside her was Michelle Jones, a beautiful girl who liked to observe everyone and everything.  Opening her bag, Y/N prepared to take out her book before another shriek left her throat and her butt left her backless chair. 

Inside her backpack, sitting all scrunched up, was a red and blue suit.

Why exactly did she have spiderman’s suit in her bag?

And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70

Since Tumblr became cancerous and I don’t really know why I’m just gonna drop this little drabble. I love the album so much I have this on repeat on Spotify since yesterday, so I’m seriously leaving Tumblr for a while to let everyone chill and calm down about it. I know we all have opinions, but you know what, I’m not gonna be fake and say ‘Yes, I understand your point’ blahblahblah. Call me a bitch or anything you want but this album is positive to me and so beautiful, and I really don’t do good with bad opinions on things I like and enjoy so Imma just stay away and not get involved :) I love every single one of BTS’ songs and nothing will change that.  Love you guys anyway.




‘Come on, Jennie, cheer up. For me?’ Jungkook makes puppy eyes hoping the girl would finally stop staring blankly outside the car window. ‘Look at me. Come on, come on.’ The boy starts poking at Jennie’s side to make her move, but the girl doesn’t do as much as blink. With a sigh, Jungkook shifts his gaze back to the road.

There’s a familiar song playing on the radio, an instrumental version of one of Jungkook’s favourite songs of all times, gentle flute, and catchy beat humming in the background. It’s an old song, from around 2017 if he remembers correctly, belonging to his grandad’s favourite boy group at that time.

'Could you turn it off, please?’ Jennie asks silently without looking at Jungkook, her skinny hands pressing harder together in her lap. It’s not much, but at least Jungkook knows she’s conscious. He’s been worrying for the entire ride if his friend has had an emotional crisis to the point where she lost the contact with the reality. Without a word, Jungkook shuts the radio down, hands coming back to the wheel.

They continue the rest of the trip like this, full 4 hours of thick silence with only two stops for toilets and one coffee stop for Jungkook.

If he didn’t know any better, he would have just taken Jennie’s hand and told her everything would be okay soon. But it’s Jennie, and it was never this simple with her. She didn’t need a banal hug or a plain word of comfort. All she needed was some space and silence.

But when she came to him two days ago looking like her entire world shattered right in front of her eyes, Jungkook didn’t know how to help her, how to ease her pain. Maybe they’re only 20, but they’re capable of love and that day Jennie looked like her heart had been ripped out of her chest in the slowest, most agonizing way.

'We’re almost there.’ Jungkook’s lips curve into a small smile against his will when they pass a sign 'Welcome to Busan’. From the corner of his eye, he can see Jennie stealing a curious glance as well before she quickly turns back to the window. Under other circumstances, he would have been teasing her, calling her 'Gangnam Princess’ since she’s never been to Busan before. Now, though, all he can do is hope that spending a few weeks in his hometown would do something, anything to help forget. Well, not his hometown per se, more of his mother’s but he spent half of his life here so it could as well be his hometown.

Driving further and further into the city, passing by the all familiar houses and shops, Jungkook can’t help but feel nostalgic. He didn’t visit last year, something he deeply regrets, but knows that none of his grandparents will be mad at him. His their first and only grandchild after all and he’s been spoiled by them all his life.

The fuel reserve light turns on catching Jungkook’s attention, so he drives for a few more minutes before stopping at the last gas station before his grandparents’ house.

Jennie still doesn’t move even when Jungkook makes funny faces at her from the other side of the window, so he just refuels and goes to pay. Fumbling with his wallet, he doesn’t notice a person walking towards him resulting in bumping into them with a groan. Before he can apologize, a big, triangular smile appears in front of his eyes and then the rest of the face, and without much thinking, Jungkook throws himself at the man.

'Uncle Taehyung!’

'Kookie! Told you to call me Tae! God, I swear, you’re getting taller every year.’

'You say so every year!’

'Well, not last year.’ Uncle Tae shoves at Jungkook’s shoulder making Jungkook almost fall over. 'You’re so handsome, I wonder after who. Surely not after your grandfather.’ The man shakes his head rubbing at his jaw in a fake deep thought.

'You know, I always have another-.’

'Oh my,’ Taehyung whistles 'and who would that be?’ Jungkook furrows his eyebrows following his uncle’s line of sight until he locks eyes with a curious looking Jennie. 'Is that your girlfriend?’ Taehyung waves at her and to Jungkook’s genuine shock, Jennie waves back with a shy smile.

'No, just a good friend from college. She’s- Her boyfriend broke up with her, and I just thought she would like to see Busan. You know, maybe have some fun? You get it.’ Taehyung scoffs.

'Of course. I might be old, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know stuff. See, when I was young-.’

'Uncle.’ Jungkook puts a hand on top of Taehyung’s shoulder. 'Why don’t you come over later? We’ve been kinda driving for a few hours, and I’m sure Jennie would appreciate some shower and rest.’ He gives his uncle an apologetic look to which he receives a curse, but as it turns out, he’s not the one being cursed at.

'Shit, you’re right. I’m a fool. Go. And tell this old prick I’m expecting my martini to be nice and cold when I stop by sometime during the week.’ He adds louder as Jungkook walks over to the car.

'Of course! See you!’

'Who was that?’ Jennie waves again at Taehyung and Jungkook might be seeing wrong, but he swears the top of her uncovered ear turned slightly pink.

'Uncle Tae, he’s a good friend of my grandparents.’ The best, he thinks.

'Wow, so how old is he?’ Jennie turns in her seat, and Jungkook bites his lip to prevent himself from smiling wide. Better safe than sorry.

'Hmm, if I’m correct he’s my grandad’s age so it would be 64-.’

'64?!’ Jennie’s eyes widen comically. 'He looks no older than a little over 40!’

'Time has been merciful for him, I agree.’

'And he’s so handsome! Like, you know, this manly kind of handsome that comes with age.’

'Guess I’m not manly.’ Jungkook shrugs his shoulders.

'Maybe a bit? But he’s on the entirely different level, so you kinda suck next to him.’

'Nasty.’ Jungkook laughs and lets out a small breath of relief when Jennie giggles as well for the first time in two days.




'Wow.’ Jennie looks around her as Jungkook starts pulling their suitcases out from the trunk. 'It’s so nice.’

Jungkook stops to look over the house, white elevation with wooden elements here and there, big front yard with different kinds of shrubs and nicely shaped hedges lining the fence, so the whole place feels cozy and safe. Nothing changed since two years ago. He nods slowly.

'Yeah, it’s nice.’


'Kook?’ A slightly deep yet silky like honey voice calls out making both Jennie and Jungkook turn to the source of it. 

A man, dressed in the comfy looking pants and an oversized blouse, looking like he walked straight from one of these 'mature sexy men magazine’ appears on the stone path leading to the main entrance. He’s holding a huge flowerpot with different, colorful flowers in it, his glove-covered hands are dirty from the soil, and the bronze skin of his face is grazed with pink. He sets the pot on the ground then pulls off the gloves with a smack.

'Hey, grandpa.’ Jungkook smiles slightly before jogging over to the man and straight into his wide open arms.

'My baby Kook.’ The man coos before he starts tightening the grip around Jungkook. 'You didn’t say you were going to visit you fuckin. Little. Shit.

'Sorry.’ Jungkook manages to gasp out before the grip loosens and his grandad pats his shoulder blades.

'Seriously, you even brought a girlfriend. I didn’t clean up the house!’

'She’s not my girlfriend. Don’t worry; she won’t mind-.’

I mind. What is she going to think of your grandparents, huh?’

'Seriously, don’t worry about it.’

'You fucking-.’

'Um.’ They snap their heads towards Jennie who managed to walk over without being noticed. Jungkook’s grandad quickly composes himself running a hand through his surprisingly thick and blonde hair. 'Hello. My name is Jennie, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.’ She bows slightly before the man sends her a charming smile and takes her hand to plant a kiss on top.

'It’s indeed a pleasure, such a beautiful lady with such good manners. If I wasn’t taken already-.’

'But you are.’ Jungkook peeps in, but Jennie just smiles shyly admiring the handsome man in front of her. There’s something youthful about his eyes and the way he talks that almost draws her in like a moth to a flame.

'A dog in the manger. Alright, since my lovely grandson didn’t bother to mention you were going to come, we’ll need to organize something.’ The older man spins around with a wink and starts walking towards the house completely ignoring the pot. Jennie looks briefly at Jungkook.

'Oh, maybe we should just go to the motel? I wouldn’t want to intrude-.’

'What?’ The man stops in his tracks before storming back to Jennie. 'Sweetheart, you’re not intruding. I just need to change bed sheets and maybe clean the bathroom a little, but I believe Jungkook will take care of you for an hour, right?’ He smiles sweetly, little crinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes and Jennie finds herself nodding fervently.

'Pops…’ Jungkook groans then jumps to the side to avoid being hit.

'Please, make yourself home.’ He squeezes Jennie’s arm gently before leaving.

As they both watch the man entering the house in a hurry, Jennie turns to look at Jungkook questioningly.

'Pops?’

'My childhood nickname for him. I like to tease him.’

'Are all old people here so handsome?’ Jennie furrows her eyebrows.

'What can I say. You’re not the only Gangnam Princess.’

'Alright then, princess. Let’s unpack. I could die for a cup of tea, also?’ Jungkook salutes.

'Got it, milady.’




Jungkook closes the door to Jennie’s room quietly before joining his grandfather on the couch downstairs. Reaching for the empty glass he lets the older man fill it with dry red wine.

'She’s very nice. But she seemed kinda sad?’ As usual, his grandad is pretty much observant and pretty much straightforward. Jungkook leans against the backrest.

'Her boyfriend of four years dumped her for someone else. After cheating on her multiple times. She didn’t know until two days ago.’

'That’s awful.’ His grandad nods rising a glass to his lips.

'She was devastated. Usually, she can take care of herself, but it was different this time. I could just sit and watch her becoming an empty shell.’ Jungkook rubs at his forehead out of a silent frustration. The older man doesn’t say anything for a while before humming into the wine with a smile.

'That’s why you brought her here.’

'This place can heal everything.’ Jungkook answers but not without a hint of affection. 'I missed you.’ He’s immediately crushed between two strong arms.

'We missed you too Bunny Boo.’

——

It’s been four days since their arrival, and even though Jennie looked relatively fine, Jungkook knew it’s not true. She met Taehyung properly, on the second day, laughing all the time at the old’s man antics. But she’s been looking at her phone every few minutes, and sometimes her eyes would glaze over, and she would excuse herself to the bathroom every time they did. Jungkook was to say at least, frustrated.

'Kook?’ He lifts his head to look at his grandfather.

'Yeah?’

'Could you prepare the fireplace? Taehyung’s coming over, and I thought we could grill some sausages? I’ve got marshmallows?’ He wiggles his eyebrow making Jungkook snort.

'Sure.’

'Maybe I could help with Jennie?’ Jungkook turns his head around to glance over his grandad.

'How?’

'I don’t know.’ The man shrugs. 'She’s too beautiful to be this sad.’

'I know.’ Jungkook sighs throwing thin pieces of wood into a plastic box. 'She’s hurting so much because of some stupid asshole. I wish someone just beat the shit out of him.’

'You really care about her, huh?’ Jungkook stops for a second then continues with searching for the wood.

'She’s not an ordinary girl, and she helped me a lot in college. She’s kind but stands for herself. She doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.’

Nobody deserves that.’ His grandad pats his shoulder before walking away whistling quietly.




'No. You got it wrong. It was completely different from what you just said.’

'Taehyung, I swear, it was you who jumped from the scaffolding-.’

'You old fool, I would have remembered something like this-.’

'Then maybe it’s time to check your memory you goddamn prick-.’

'Woah, woah, woah.’ Jungkook walks over to the fireplace. 'I’m leaving you for a minute, and you’re almost fighting.’

'Who’s fighting you little shit?’

'Right! You’re just a bug to us so shut up.’ His grandad fist bumps Taehyung before they start cackling together.

'You’re awful.’ He whines with a frown. 'Here you go.’ Jungkook wraps a soft dark blue blanket around Jennie before plopping down next to her on top of the bean chair wrapped in his own dark pled.

'Thanks.’ She mutters softly through a mouthful of marshmallows. She seems cozy and definitely warmer with the blanket but for some reason, her eyes are getting dangerously glossy again, so before she could untangle herself and run away, Jungkook instinctively pulls her closer. She looks up at him, but he just presses a finger to his lips to shush her.

'Is it a storytime?’ Taehyung runs both hands through his thick brown hair.

'Of course.’ Jungkook’s grandad shakes his head like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and to be honest, it kinda is. Jungkook has always loved storytime with his grandparents; they either made him fall asleep in minutes or kept him awake for the entire night. To this day he believes there was magic behind these stories, the kind of magic that even his wonderful parents couldn’t create.

'How about it, Jennie? Do you wanna listen to his old man’s story?’ Taehyung gets more comfortable in his rocking chair. 'I promise, they are only the best quality.’

'I don’t doubt it.’ Jennie smiles and nods her head. 'I will gladly listen to your story.’ Absentmindedly she snuggles more into Jungkook’s side creating an extra dose of warmth between them. Not that Jungkook complains.

'Let’s see. Hmm. Okay, what about Jungkook’s favorite story?’ The old man gives him a questioning look as well as excited Taheyung and curious Jennie.  

'I haven’t heard it in years.’ Taehyung nods appreciatively then makes puppy eyes at Jungkook. And damn, is it working.

'Yeah, I wanna hear that.’ Jennie agrees. 'Since it’s his favorite, it must be good.’ Jungkook locks his eyes with his grandfather’s. Actually, he heard it only twice and only when he became an adult.

'Yes. Yes, it is.’

'What is it about?’ Jennie reaches for her cup of tea. Jungkook’s grandad smile to himself.

'I hope you don’t mind a little- spice.’

——

At first sight, I could recognize you
As if we were calling for each other
The DNA in my-

'Um, excuse me?’ Jimin quickly pulls at his earphones to look at the stranger hovering over him. 'Is this seat taken? It’s full everywhere.’ Jimin glances at the seat where his bag sits then back at the stranger. It’s hard to tell his features because the sun is directly behind him, but Jimin supposes he doesn’t look like a freak. So quietly, he puts his bag between his legs motioning at the now empty seat.

'Please.’

'Thank you.’ The man bows and sits down in front of busy putting an earphone back in Jimin.

None of this is a coincidence
Because we’re the two who found our destiny-

Jimin ignores him for the good thirty seconds before curiosity gets the best of him and before he can stop himself, he’s looking up from his phone. Everything would have been fine, Jimin would have taken a quick look then hid back behind his screen where he’s safe. But what he didn’t predict was that the stranger could be already staring at him as well. And oh, boy. He does have some nice features to look at. 

His hair is fiery orange, slightly wavy and parted in the middle. He’s dressed nicely but not overdressed, with nice pants and loose longsleeved shirt. Suddenly Jimin feels half-conscious about his plain black jeans and the hoodie. They both avert their gazes at the same time pretending to like the scenery outside the window more than the person in front of them.

The train is moving at the speed of 300km/h, but Jimin swears his heart is beating faster. He’s not sure why. No, he has some fair idea why, but he’s better than that. He’s better than judging someone by the looks.

The boy doesn’t look at him for the next few minutes until they reach the next station and the speakers above the door to their section announce that there’s an over hour-long delay due to some reparations on the tracks.

Jimin slumps in his seat, stuffing both hands in the pocket of his hoodie. The sky is getting pinky orange now, so before he reaches home, it’s going to be plain dark outside. Great.

'Guess we’re stuck here for a while.’ The stranger’s voice makes Jimin flinch, but if the said stranger noticed, he does a good job of pretending he didn’t. He shrugs.

'I guess.’

'I can just leave you alone and shut up if you mind me talking.’

'I don’t. It’s okay.’

'Okay. But stop me if I’m too much. Sometimes I forget not everyone is like me.’ Jimin raises an eyebrow.

'Like you?’

'Overly excited.’ The other eyebrow follows the first one.

'About what?’ Jimin asks unsurely. The stranger smiles mischievously.

Everything.’




Jung Hoseok wasn’t lying that day in the train. He was overly hyped and continuously made Jimin want to shove his fist down his throat whenever he started to talk at the speed of light about things that weren’t interesting to Jimin. But most of the time Jimin didn’t shove his fist down Hoseok’s throat. Actually, he never did. However…

'Fuck.’ Jimin’s fingers are so tightly curled in Hoseok’s hair that he thinks he would literally pull every one of them out if he did it any harder. 'Fuck. I- fuck.’ He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t even know why he feels like he has to say something at all.

It’s just that it doesn’t feel right when there is silence between them. Well, maybe except for the moans and filthy sounds of slurping but silence beside that. With Hoseok’s constant talking he can think. Without it, he’s a mess like this.

He thrust and thrusts, and for a moment he becomes scared that he’s going too fast, too hard. But then Hoseok lifts his teary eyes and smirks around him, and he looks like he’s in his favorite spot in the world right now doing what he likes the most and Jimin doesn’t have the heart to take it from him. So he simply gives in.

And Jung Hoseok wasn’t lying that day in the train. He’s overly excited about everything.




'That was- intense.

'No shit.’ Hoseok pants out trying to wipe the sweat away from his face. 'I feel like my soul left my body.’

'Same.’ Jimin agrees, quick, sharp breaths leaving his chapped lips. 'Any particular reason behind it?’

'Just a choreography for this boy group. Sorry if I went too hard.’

'No!’ Jimin flinches when Hoseok turns his head to look at him questioningly. 'I mean, it was fine.’

'Someone likes it more on the rough side, hm?’ He’s teasing, Jimin knows, but he still turns bright red at the indication. Hoseok raises an eyebrow. 'You really do.’

'I guess? Never really knew until today.’

'Did I wake up a best in you?’ God, yes.

'What was that?’ Jimin frowns. 'That was cheesy at so many levels.

'Not on your level shortie.’ Hoseok winks rolling around across the bed to run from the potential hit. He grabs his underwear and skinny black jeans, jumping to get them up his legs.

'Look, who’s talking. President of the 'want to be tall’ club.’ Jimin throws a pillow at him squeaking as Hoseok dodges it to steal a kiss from him. The mattress squeaks as well when Hoseok presses his palms on both sides of Jimin’s head.

'Whatever shortie. I gotta go home. Call me when you have time.’ He gives Jimin one last kiss, a little longer, maybe a bit lingering before he throws a shirt on and like this, he’s out.




'So you’re fuckbuddies with some Hoseok dude from the train.’

'Yes.’

'And it’s been four months?’

'Yes.’

'But you checked if he’s clean?’

'Yes.’

'Is he good?’

'Yes.’

'So it’s strictly physical relationship.’

'Yes.’

'But you talk beside that.’

'Yes.’

'And you want it to be more.’





'Yes.’




'Come on, teach me.’ Jimin laughs as they kiss in the middle of his apartment.

'You’re not even a dancer.’ Hoseok raises an amused eyebrow, then adds. 'Ballerina, maybe.’

'Just a few steps. And then I’ll suck you off, nice and clean.’ Jimin pulls at the rim of Hoseok’s shirt. Hoseok clicks his tongue.

'Alright. Let’s see if you can keep up with me.’

'Alright.’

'So we start with a jump-.’

'You’re a shitty person. You know that?’

They’re sticky and sweaty and too warm to be laying this close to each other, but somehow none of them moves an inch.

'It was you who said I’m not a dancer.’ Jimin giggles, wiping fresh strikes of cum on his stomach with wet tissues. He’s worn out, slightly sore and his throat is getting lightly red from the earlier ministrations on it.

'Cuz you never told me?’ Hoseok takes one of the tissues to wipe at his face. Jimin bites a lip at that but doesn’t stop wiping at his skin as he speaks.

'Cuz I didn’t know you would like to know.’ He only lifts his gaze when a hand wrap around his wrist and another one takes the almost dry paper away. He looks into Hoseok’s dark eyes and he stops breathing.

'Would you like me to?’ Jimin shrugs his shoulders, unsure.

'I guess.’

'I’m just gonna remind you that I’m overly excited about everything.’ Hoseok searches for something on Jimin’s face, in Jimin’s shining eyes, thick lips. They curve into a smile under his gaze before moving softly.

'I know.




'Pass the coke?’ Jimin wipes sweat away from his face with the back of his hand.

'Coke is bad for your gorgeous body.’ Hoseok hands him a glass of water, dropping a kiss on the side of Jimin’s head. 'And you’ve got something here.’ He points at Jimin’s forehead, white stripe of paint contrasting sharply with the gold undertones of his skin. Jimin touches it with his fingers then looks at the back of his hand.

'Fuck.’

'Here too.’ Hoseok points at something at his face again, and Jimin rushes to check it. When he furrows his eyebrows in confusion when nothing comes off on his finger and opens his mouth to ask, Hoseok’s already pressing a dirty brush against his nose. 'Right here.’

'Hoseok!’ The older laughs loudly before Jimin paints his cheek, chin and the side of his neck laughing as well.

'You did not.’ Hoseok dips his hands in the bucket with paint before dirtying any area on Jimin’s clothes and body he can reach. The paint splatters around the paper-covered floor as well as across the unfinished wall, but none of them seems to care, too caught in their own world. Hoseok catches Jimin’s midsection from behind spinning them around with Jimin’s legs dangling in the air. He trips over the paint roller, though, and soon they’re both kissing on the dirty floor, painted hands wandering everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

'I love you.’ Hoseok breathes into Jimin’s neck when they curl up together on the only mattress in their still empty apartment. It’s cold and pretty much dark, but it’s just the beginning, and they don’t have much energy to get up and go to Hoseok’s house to sleep.

Despite the temperature, Jimin feels like he’s burning on the inside, even underneath the thin worn out blanket. He puts his chin over Hoseok’s head sliding his fingers into his boyfriend’s hair. He inhales the faint mixture of paint and some random shampoo, not an unpleasant scent, and exhales.

'I love you, too.’




It was an agreement. It was a mutual decision and an easy solution.

Hoseok was leaving for America and Jimin- Jimin wasn’t.

Hoseok had a chance to become a big choreographer, and he craved some different. Something not-Korea.

Jimin was opening his academy in Seoul, and he loved his country, and despite loving Hoseok like crazy, he knew he would never be happy away from home. He was 23, they got to spend amazing three years together, but they just weren’t meant to be. Simple as that.

He didn’t cry at the airport, not when they kissed one last time, not when Hoseok whispered 'You’re my whole world,’ not when he whispered it back and not when the plane finally took off.


He knew that that day at the airport they were both lying, but for once, Hoseok wasn’t overly excited about something.




'Thank you for today. I had a great time.’

Seulgi was a beautiful girl, with fiery hair and soft eyes and Jimin shook his head as if to convince himself it’s just the coincidence. He asked her out because she was kind but brave, she was funny and she made Jimin blush more than once since he met her. She was just one of his employees in the academy; a modern dance teacher that only added to Jimin’s admiration for her.

He hasn’t heard from Hoseok for a few months now; another point in their agreement. He was going to move on and it was the only way. Sometimes he caught himself following him on Instagram or Twitter anyway but the day he saw a pic of Hoseok’s new partner, he just stopped for all.

'Yeah, I had a great time too.’

Thanks to Hoseok, he was all knew to dating stuff. It came naturally to them after everything they’ve done earlier. But this situation right now is so much different, with a person he wants to impress, with a person who is a girl and a person who is not Hoseok.

He kisses Seulgi slowly and carefully, feeling something nice warming up all of his body. He deepens the kiss, a bit, and hums when Seulgi responds boldly to it. He likes her so much and really hopes they would work out. He deserves happiness and in this moment he’s sure everything will turn out just fine.

He opens his eyes, slightly, catching a sliver of fiery hair and closes them immediately letting the kiss take over him.




Jimin smiles widely at everybody at the table pulling Seulgi closer to himself.

She was amazing, really. He loved her so much. He even told her about Hoseok. She was nothing but understanding, and he loved her even more for that.

Now, though, surrounded by their mutual friends and under the shimmering stars in the backyard of Seulgi’s house, he swears he feels like on cloud nine.


Seulgi is showing off the ring proudly, Irene and two other of her friends cooing and giggling and congratulating her in every possible way. Her hair is blonde now, something Jimin is quietly grateful for, but somehow, it disappoints him whenever he runs his fingers through it. Jimin’s friends, Namjoon and Seokjin, keep patting his shoulders, congratulating every time they open their mouths. Seokjin is more excited about it. He didn’t get to meet Hoseok but Namjoon was their mutual friend since the beginning, and while he is all smiles and kind words, Jimin can feel him being slightly less happy about it than his boyfriend.

He laughs at something one of the dancers from his academy says clapping his hands and covering his mouth with a sleeve. He feels lightheaded, from alcohol, from overwhelming emotions, from love for his fiance. He excuses himself to the bathroom, planting a lingering kiss on Seulgi’s wine-stained lips on the way before he disappears inside the house.

His phone vibrates in his pants as he’s making his way back. He steps in front of the glass door leading to the backyard, watching his friends having a good time. He can’t hear them through the glass but just by the looks on their faces he can proudly say they are happy for him.

He pulls the phone out, skipping through the notifications on his Instagram, comments, and likes underneath the pic of him proposing to Seulgi on top of one of the Seoul’s skyscrapers. He couldn’t thank Kai enough for taking it for them.

His phone vibrates in his hand again, an unknown number appearing on the screen. He opens the message and immediately sits down on the closest chair.


From: Unknown
Congratulations :) H.


Jimin deletes the text quickly joining the rest at the table. He laughs for the rest of the night, drinks with everybody, kisses Seulgi whenever he feels like it and later in the night makes passionate love to her.

But that day he was lying to himself thinking that that one message didn’t stir something deep inside of him.




He plays with the sharp edges of the creamy paper card, moving it around and flipping it back and forth, eyes fixed on the elegant letters. It’s a plain invitation, classy with small embossed patterns around the edges. There’s not many of them, Seulgi wanted to invite only the closest family and a few friends.

The wedding’s in three weeks. He should be jumping in happiness and not be able to wait this long. But the longer he looks at the invitation, the more he feels- tired about everything.

The wedding rings, tuxedo fitting, shoes, decorations, cake, constant meetings with the consultant. He thanks God Seulgi has her friends to help her with a dress.


And then there’s this feeling, the voice at the back of his head which appeared the day of his proposal and stayed with him since then. It fills him with thoughts he doesn’t want, leaves him distracted most of the time that sometimes he’s unable to hide it even from Seulgi.


And she noticed. Of course, she did. She could say something is off about Jimin, but she didn’t say anything. She was loving and caring and left him when he visibly needed space.

Jimin couldn’t be happier to have someone like her in his life.

He reads over the invitation once again before slipping it into an envelope with 'Jung Hoseok’ at the top and the address he got from Namjoon underneath. He pushes it through the slit of the mailbox quietly hoping it’s not a correct address.

As he starts the engine and takes off, he swears the painful feeling behind his sternum is just the anticipation.

                                                  Kang Seulgi
                                                        and
                                                   Park Jimin

                                        joyfully invite you to share
                                              in their happiness
                                        as they unite in marriage
                                                          on
                              Saturday the 16th August 2023 at 4 pm

                                           PARK HYATT SEOUL
                                    606, Teheran-ro, Gangnam-gu
                                     Seoul,  South Korea, 06174




She looks beautiful. She looks so beautiful walking down the aisle Jimin needs to blink for w few times. She dyed her hair back, fiery orange underneath the thin lacy veil and she looks like a Gangnam Princess with her dark red full lips and delicate eyes. Her simple, elegant dress flows down to the floor, like cascades of white gold and she looks so damn flawless Jimin knows the whole world is probably jealous of him.

Right, the whole world would probably kill to be him, to have such a beautiful wife, so kind and so damn loving. Every person on this planet can only wish to be in his boots right now. Jimin’s got the whole world in front of him yet there’s another person with even more fiery hair that catches his attention, in the furthest point of the church, right next to the main entrance.

He chokes on his breath, feeling sweat gather between his shoulder blades. He sees Seulgi, smiling, but there’s worry in her eyes, the one he knows so well. He sees his friends, Seulgi’s friends looking happy for him, for her. But his eyes wander to that damn spot next to the door, and he feels his chest contracting because if it’s possible.

Hoseok looks better than he remembers, in a navy suit and rich red bowtie and somehow, Seulgi, his wife-to-be, looks almost bland next to him. Everything rushes back to him, every kiss, touch, word. He’s 20 again and so utterly in love.

He bites his lip though when he takes smiling Seulgi’s hand, smiling at her as well through teary eyes because the love of his life is right here and right now but not the one whose hand he’s holding now. He swallows down the sob, feeling pathetic because this woman gave him his life and his love and Jimin loves her so much it hurts him sometimes.

But she’ll never be the love of his life, and it’s something that he’ll remember forever.

He’s the first to say 'I do.’ and he does say it, smiling wide with heart beating wildly in his chest. It was all in this past and he’s finally stepping into the future.




'Oh God.’ Jennie wipes at her eyes, her tear-stained cheeks glistening in the light of the crackling fire. 'Wow, you’re such a good storyteller. I literally couldn’t stop crying.’ Jennie giggles a bit when Jungkook presses her even closer against his side. He started stroking at her arm some time ago but she doesn’t seem to notice at all.

'The best.’ Taehyung agrees, lifting a glass of martini to his lips. There’s a delicate smile on his lips pressed against the rim of the glass.

'I feel sorry for Seulgi though. Kind of? I hope Jimin just finally forgot about Hoseok and loved her to the end. I think Hoseok just left after the ceremony and, I mean, they weren’t meant to be anyway? Though I thought you were going to bring them back together somehow, I really loved their story.’ Jennie continued with Jungkook still stroking her side.

'Well…’ Jungkook starts popping one of the marshmallows inside his mouth.

'What? Am I wrong?’ Jennie looks up confused then back at Taehyung and Jungkook’s grandfather, both of them looking at each other with a smile. Jungkook’s grandfather laughs quietly and there’s something nostalgic about it. Jennie watches him suspiciously.

'Oh God, they are real, right?’ She points an accusing finger towards the older men with wide eyes. 'You know them.’

'Of course.’ Taehyung laughs happily and Jungkook’s grandpa nods in agreement. Jennie turns to Jungkook but the boy just smiles with his eyes almost closed.

'Oh, my. So what’s the end of the story? What happened? You can’t leave me hanging like that.’ Jennie whines hitting Jungkook continuously.

'Pops, please. She’s going to kill me.’ Jungkook cackles trying to catch Jennie’s abusive fists.

'Well-.’

'Mickey!’ Taehyung exclaims making everybody turn to the small puppy running towards them, barking happily until it jumps onto the man’s lap. Jennie watches curiously how the dog licks furiously at Taehyung’s face but then catches sight of Jungkook’s grandpa. He watches the dog with adoration on his unbelievably young-looking face, the wrinkles around his eyes showing up. Then from the darkness emerges a person Jennie sees for the first time, the silhouette moving closer until they stand right behind Jungkook’s grandfather. Two slender hands, just a bit wrinkled make their way onto his shoulders and then the rest of the person comes to a sight. Jennie gasps in Jungkook’s embrace.

'Welcome home, Hoseok.’ Jungkook’s grandfather says softly, head turning to the side to snuggle into one of the open palms. There’s no mistake with the fiery orange hair and handsome face.

'It was you.’ Jennie breathes out and Jungkook’s father- Jimin it turns out, smiles at her brightly.

'I guess.’ He shrugs his shoulders and Jennie opens her mouth in awe.

'And who would be that beautiful lady?’ The other man, Hoseok, asks already walking towards her and Jungkook. She’s so shocked she forgets to stand up but Hoseok just kneels on one knee taking her skinny hand in his planting a kiss just like Jimin did on the first day.

'I’m so sorry, my name is Jennie and I’m Jungkook’s friend.’ She rushes to move but he presses a palm onto her shoulder.

'Nice to meet you. I’m Hoseok, and this little shit right here is my grandson.’ He ruffles Jungkook’s hair playfully. If I knew you were going to visit, I would visit Yoongi some other time you brat.’

'Sorry grampy.’ Jungkook smiles cutely, his bunny teeth showing and soon both Jimin and Hoseok are cooing and calling him Bunny Boo which Jennie finds enormously endearing.

'Wait!’ She interrupts their little reunion, instantly going red when they turn to look at her. 'I’m sorry, oh my god, so it was you all this time but how? I thought you said yes?’ Jennie presses further not really getting what’s going on. 'What about Seulgi?’ Hoseok sits down next to Jimin with a smile on his face, immediately joining their fingers together and planting a soft kiss against his blonde hair. Like this, they really look like teenagers they once were, in love and so content. Jimin closes his eyes laughing.

'She said no, obviously.’




'Jungkook?’ Jennie calls out as she watches from the window of her bedroom Jungkook’s grandparents cuddle on the wooden swing in the light of candles hanging from the branches of the huge chestnut tree.

'Your mother, how did they-.’

'They adopted her when she was 6. She quickly got pregnant with me but my father is the best man in the world and they were the happiest when I was born.’ He answers softly, thinking about his parents and promising himself to visit them as soon as possible. He looks at Jennie hugging herself in front of the window. He sits down on her bed.

'You know,’ he starts, 'when grandpa Hoseok left, grandpa Jimin told me he felt like his life was taken out of him that day. He thought it would be easy to move on, that it was just a puppy love. He didn’t cry that day but cried every next one until he met auntie Seulgi.’

'Auntie?’ Jennie turns around.

'Yeah, they’re still in contact. She’s great. And really beautiful. She got married and has a big family. She’s happy even though she was really heartbroken then. But she was also too kind and understanding.’ Jennie sits down next to him, leaning her head against his shoulder. 'My point is, not everything is the end of the world. Grandpa Jimin said he never knew he wasn’t really happy until he had grandpa Hoseok in his arms again. And now I am telling you, that someday everything will be fine. You’ll be happy again, Jennie.’ Jungkook takes her hand and squeezes.

'I know.’ Jennie squeezes back leaning more into Jungkook. 'Of course, I will.’ She closes her eyes letting Jungkook embrace her fully. They sit like this for some time, enjoying the warmth between them. Outside, Serendipity, another Jungkook’s favorite old song, plays from the small speaker installed in the swing and he doesn’t need to see to know that his grandparents are dancing slowly in the fading light of the candles, whispering and sharing warmth as well. He hears grandpa Jimin giggle softly and knows that grandpa Hoseok said either something stupid or nasty. He’ll never know.

He strokes Jennie’s arm.

'Let’s say I would like to take you out for a date. What do you say?’ He asks casually and Jennie snorts into his hoodie.

'I would say yes.’ Jungkook smiles in the darkness.

'So you think I am manly handsome.’

'I guess.’ She shrugs her shoulders and they both laugh hugging each other for the rest of the night.




'And you, Seulgi, do you take Park Jimin, to be your husband? Do you pledge to share your life openly with him and to speak the truth to him in love?’ The priest turns to Seulgi, gentle smile on his wrinkled face as he waits for her to answer. Jimin squeezes her hands, pushing Hoseok to the back of his head as he looks in the eyes of his fiance. She opens her mouth, smiling through the tears and her lips are finally moving, but Jimin doesn’t hear anymore. He hears gasps, feels himself gasping as well and watches Seulgi dumbly. Time stopped for him.

'W-what?’ He croaks out, stuttering as she presses her lips together. She remains silent for a moment then clears her throat before speaking loudly and clearly. One of her soft hands come up to cup Jimin’s cheek, stroking the skin lovingly.

'I love you, Jimin. And I know you love me, too. So much. I wish I could be your wife and have your children and that we could be happy together. Forever.’

'Baby-.’

'But you and I know that sometimes love isn’t enough. You love me, but I’ll always be just someone you love, not someone who is your life.’ A few more tears slide down her cheeks, but she doesn’t move to wipe them away.

'What are you saying?’ Jimin frowns but in the back of his head, the nagging voice nods furiously, absorbing every word and engraving into his body.

'I’ll never be the love of your life. I’ll never be him.’ She presses her forehead against Jimin’s temple as she turns his head to the side. He can barely see through the tears but the bright spot, that fiery spot is still there and as he blinks to get his vision clear, he notices Hoseok’s wet cheeks and pleading eyes.

'I-.’

'I’ll take care of everyone.’ She whispers into his ear, like a snake, like she tries to persuade him to sin. 'I love you, Jimin. But you would make the biggest mistake of your life marrying me.’

'Stop, we can fix this.’ Jimin tries to face her, but she keeps his head in place. 'How can you even know what I feel?’

'I don’t have to.’ She shakes her head. 'Knowing what he feels is enough. You looking at him after all these years is enough. I’m not stupid.’ She giggles but it’s low and raspy and Jimin sobs as she pushes him gently down the aisle.

'Seulgi-,’

'Go away, Jimin.’ She smiles waving her bouquet at him before throwing it almost hitting him in the face. 'Go to him and never let him go again. Promise me.’

Jimin keeps looking at her stubbornly but hesitates. Everybody watches him, his every move. Nobody says a thing. Women are standing with hands pressed together; men are keeping their breaths in. Seulgi suddenly lifts her eyes and nods at someone. Jimin spins around to face Hoseok who’s mouthing 'thank you’.

His head starts to hurt; everything becomes too much for him to bear but then Hoseok is catching him by the hand, and nothing around them matters anymore.

'You’re my whole world, Jimin.’ His voice is exactly the same, his lips are exactly the same, and everything is so familiar about him- 'Nothing changed. I’m sorry for leaving, for leaving you, for not trying to find a better solution. I let you go, and only today I fully realized I could completely lose you. And I can’t afford that.’ Jimin feels the tears on his cheeks as he stares into Hoseok’s eyes as if there were answers to all the questions in them as if there were galaxies or the key to immortality. But there’s only pure love in them and galaxies can go fuck yourself as long as Jimin can have that love forever. 'I love you.’

'I love you too.’ Jimin breathes out immediately surprising even himself.

He turns one last time, to his parents, to his friends, and finally, to Seulgi. She’s doing a great job of keeping her tears at bay, and she’s smiling this lovely smile, the one that cured every one of Jimin’s worries and he thanks her, soundlessly, before he leaves with Hoseok’s hand in his.

He can hear people talking, asking Seulgi if everything’s okay when clearly, nothing is. He feels terrible. He always will.

'Hoseok.’ He stops at the side of an empty road, feeling like everything is going to crash upon him any moment now. He reaches with a shaky hand to shove at his shoulder. 'Hoseok you shitty-.’ But he never gets to finish, never gets to yell at him, never gets to do anything except for kissing, no, drinking his soul back from Hoseok’s lips. After all these years, he finally understood the difference between his love for Seulgi and for Hoseok.

She was warmth. She was lazy flicks of flames on his skin in the morning while Hoseok was a raging fire in the middle of the night, taking over him in seconds and leaving him in ashes before he could even react.

'It’ll be a good story one day, you know?’ Hoseok pulls away, breathing harder than before and looking more alive than through the whole ceremony. He holds Jimin’s wrists in his hands like he could just run away if he didn’t. Jimin waits for his own breathing to calm down, counting from ten to one before crashing against Hoseok’s chest with a sob.

'Let’s go somewhere. Please.’ He asks with face pressed into the crook of Hoseok’s neck, inhaling deeply. He needs to think about everything, needs to fix some things and he certainly needs Hoseok to help him right now.

In the rear mirror of Hoseok’s car, he sees Seulgi getting into a taxi and taking off in the opposite direction.

'Jimin?’ He watches the window silently but lets Hoseok intertwine their fingers together.

'Hm?’

'Everything will be fine.’ And the way he says it makes Jimin smile. He shrugs turning to Hoseok. He places a long kiss on his neck, staying there and inhaling him.

'I guess. You’re here now.’

Muslim Pakistani London-er

Other people’s POC profiles have helped me a lot with my understanding and character development so I thought I would contribute as much as possible. I am a 21 year old Pakistani girl born and brought up in London. My grandparents moved to the UK soon after getting married and my family has been here ever since, the culture dissolving with every new generation. Throughout my teenage years I was very detached to my identity and it was only three years ago - when I discovered Tumblr - that I became aware of my internalised racism and understood my prejudice through the whole social justice posts.

Beauty Standards

My mum is a very very fair Pakistani and during her teenage years, she could have easily passed as a white girl. To the dismay to the rest of her extended family, she married quite a dark-skinned man and ended up with brown kids. I’m pretty sure I first wore fair and lovely bleaching cream at around age 10, being sick to death of all the “kaali” (black) comments made. Looking back it absolutely disgusts me but at the time, I was too young to realise how appalling it was. It took a long time to embrace my skin and to wear foundation that actually matched my skin tone rather than about four shades lighter in a rubbish attempt to be white-er because that equalled pretty. Now I make sure to call out anyone when they insult my skin (“how will she ever get married, poor girl?”) because quite frankly, I look my brown-ness. There’s also the standard of being tall and thin but honestly, none of them affected me like my skin did.

Culture, Religion and Language

Like all other immigrants, when my grandparents came to the UK, they held on as tightly as possible to their culture to prevent losing it. Ultimately they were holding on so tight they didn’t realise how much of it was completely against their religion and now we are stuck with a lot of customs (especially at weddings) that are against Islamic teachings and are rather copies of Hindu rituals. Slowly my immediate family is becoming more religious rather than cultural which is very important to me but at the same time, we’re losing the Pakistani parts too. My mum wears Salwaar Kameez all the time but at home I wear pyjamas and outside I wear skirts and stuff. We eat roti (chapatti) and salan (curries) but we also eat a vast range of other foods from different cultures. It’s changed a lot now, in fact my mum didn’t taste a pizza until she was in high school! I don’t speak my language (apart from a few choppy words with poor pronunciation)  and I can barely communicate with my grandparents. When I was younger I thought I was a lot cooler than some of my cousins as both my parents were born in the UK and theres weren’t but now I can see that I was using White-ness as a standard I was trying to gain. 

Identity

I’ll never be white enough for British people and never brown enough for Pakistani’s. 

Despite the fact that London is massively diverse with all sorts of racial backgrounds, I somehow managed to end up in a class in university of twenty white people and myself. There isn’t anything wrong with this of course, it just makes me feel a little alone sometimes. Not only am I the brown girl, I’m also the Muslim girl with the thing on her head. ‘Can I touch that? How do you do your scarf? How long is your hair? Do you even have hair?’ and my personal favourite ‘Do you wear that thing in the shower?‘ 

It’s very hard being a token to other people. Especially with all this crap going on in the world where the idiot killing people is Muslim, I seem to have a lot of people ask me questions as though I’m the Muslim encyclopaedia. It means I have to learn my religion inside out which, although isn’t a bad thing, makes me hyper-aware of everything I do. If I be rude to someone or lie a lot or whatever, it will be the thing they constantly judge all Muslims or all South Asian people for. That really sucks. We don’t have much individuality.

What I’d like to see more of: Accurate Depictions of London POC

One thing I really hate in stories set in London, is the abundance of white characters and maybe some random-ass 2D black character in the background. Apart from my university class - which is just a weird accident - I have definitely met more PoC than white people! Obviously some areas are more white than others but there will always be a range of different races. Where I live there are loads of Jamaicans, Indians, Somali and Polish people. Some areas will have two main races, for example Hendon in North London is practically Afghan on one side and Orthodox Jew on the other. So writers with all white characters in London are deluding themselves. Our national food is curry for Gods sake!

Our slang also relies a lot on other cultures and dialects. For example there are a lot of words from BE (I see you call it AAVE on here but I’m assuming that’s American?) because they become ‘cool’ from music and media as well as other words in different languages. All my non-Muslim friends say wallah bro? after everything, meaning ‘I swear to God’ in Arabic and a lot of them say salam when they see me, shortened from the Arabic phrase as-salamu alaykum meaning ‘may peace be upon you’ which is the Muslim greeting. I’m sure there are others but I’ve probably written too much already. Sorry if this is too long and I hope someone can find it helpful! :3

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Kiss the girl

Summary: Your best friend Sebastian Stan takes you to a party, but it’s not only the music that mesmerizes you.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 1.385

Warnings: nope

A/N: My inbox is empty. Send some requests guys!


Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Cursing you looked at your watch and sped up your pace. You were already 10 minutes late but fortunately the little cafe where you wanted to meet Sebastian already appeared in front of you.

Hurriedly you stepped inside and looked for your friend, only to spot him sitting in a far corner already waving at you. He wore a bright smile and you felt yourself mirroring his. Seb’s cheerful attitude always instantly brightened up your mood, one of the reasons why you loved spending time with him.

Unfortunately he was almost always away for his Job and since your own Job required a lot of travelling too, you two didn’t see each other as often as you would like to.

You quickly made your way over to the table he was sitting at, where he jumped out of his seat and engulfed you in a heart-warming hug.                                     “(Y/N), it’s so good to see you! I missed you so much over the last months! “, he whispered and squeezed you even tighter.

“Me too, Sebby. “, you smiled and after minutes of hugging and laughing you two finally sat down opposite of each other.

“I already ordered something to drink and some cupcakes for us; I hope you don’t mind.”, Sebastian said and you smiled up at him. “No, not at all. After all I’m the one who was late. But thank you.”                                                     “You’re welcome. Anyway, I actually want to steal you away for tonight, if that’s okay? I want you to meet someone.”, he grinned and you groaned.

“So that’s what you were up to! And I thought you actually care for me as your best friend. But no, you just want to play matchmaker again!”, you answered in a mock hurt voice.

Seb grined wickedly and siped on his drink, before yelping and sticking out his tongue with a hurt look.                                                                                “What?”, alarmed you looked at him, confused about his sudden mood change.

He whimpered, still with his tongue stuck out of his mouth. “Be careful it’s hot.”, the man whineed and you laughed out loud about his dorkiness.

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Drarry AU: Harry was away for weeks on his Auror mission and Draco, though he would never admit it, was missing him so much that he was on the verge of tears if Harry was still not returning. Draco swore to kick him out of the house forever, but what a pleasant surprise he received when he retuned home from work!

“FUCK YOU POTTER,” Draco yelled at the empty house before leaving for work. 

He wished for Potter’s response, even if it would result in him being insulted, because for fuck’s sake at least Potter was here.

It had been weeks, four to be exact, not that Draco was counting, yes he was definitely not counting, that Harry was away from home. Draco never hated Harry’s job this much. He was surprised that it took him so long to see that Harry’s career would definitely be the ultimate spoiler of their relationship. God damn it. Draco missed him. Draco missed him so much that he had been sniffing their bed sheets and sleeping on Harry’s pillow every night just to take in whatever little of Harry’s scent left. 

Occasionally, when Harry was less busy with fucking other men (that is what Draco thinks he is doing) busy with work, he would send an owl or firecall Draco to check on him but regardless of all these, the physical distance between them was tearing Draco apart. Never did he think it would be possible for him to be so dependent on a single person in this world. And that person has to be Potter for fuck’s sake. Whenever he asked for a specific date that Harry would be returning home, Harry would brush it off, as he wasn’t sure exactly when his work would end. 

“It could be today,” Draco tried to comfort himself as he looked out of the window thoughtfully, biting his thumb, “BUT IT COULD BE FUCKING FIVE MONTHS LATER AS WELL, FUCK YOU POTTER IF YOU’RE NOT COMING HOME TODAY YOU’LL NEVER COME HOME EVER.”

Draco had let himself be too hopeful in the past and he learned his lessons well. Whatever, if he’s not coming home, that’s it, Draco decided. Lightning flashed across the sky and thunder soon followed. What a gloomy day that had drastically contributed to Draco’s already gloomy mood. Soon, Draco found himself distracted by piles of work on his desk as the sound of rain drops splattered on his window. 

Meanwhile… At Malfoy-Potter’s house…

“Gosh, does England’s weather gets any worse? After all these weeks and it is still as shit as ever.”

Harry was drenched from head to toe, leaving water along the way as he made his way up to the bedroom. He’d better get out of these clothes before he caught a cold. Definitely not his plan to spend his well-deserved holiday being sick when he can finally be fucking Draco 24/7. 

“OH MY GOD. THAT LAZY FUCKING MAN!!!” Harry screamed as the mess in the bedroom greeted him when he opened the door. Clothes were everywhere on the floor, dirty underwears, clean socks, bathrobes, towels, everything that Draco could possibly have used and left behind, he left them on the floor. 

“I can’t believe it. All these while he had been lying to me that he was keeping the house in order,” Harry grumbled as he bent down to pick up the clothes. 

He decided that a hot bath would be first needed before he could proceed with laundry and maybe some other basic chores to at least make his house looked like somewhere humans could dwell in. 

As he sank into the warm water, Harry couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh. He had been so tired and busy with work that he couldn’t even properly catch up with Draco these few weeks. On one hand, he left guilty to leave Draco behind and that he had paid so little attention to his favourite in the whole wide world. On the other, he too, felt sexually frustrated. He needed the man in his arms, he needed the man by his side to challenge him in all possible ways, to annoy him and to give him the motivation to complete his work faster. Though, in all honesty, Harry had never been so motivated to work that he finished what was supposed to be completed in two months within a month because he was desperate and eager to get home to Draco. He decided that tonight would be romantic and sweet. Firstly, he would clean up the house. Secondly, he would make them a nice dinner. Thirdly, they could cuddle, talk, and make love afterwards before calling it a day. 

Sounds like the perfect plan, Harry grinned at himself as the images of them making love flooded across his mind. 

By the time he finished bathing and doing laundry, it was almost 5pm. Draco might be back anytime because he could leave his office any time. It was hard to estimate. Harry decided to go with the normal, which left him with another hour to prepare his romantic meal before surprising Draco at the door. 

Some time later…

“Hmm, why does this fucking house smell so good? I must be delusional. Nobody is home to be even cooking for me,” Draco lamented as he unlocked the front door. 

“OMG. WHAT. HOW COME HE’S BACK ALREADY. IT’S ON 45MINUTES PAST!” Harry screamed internally as he panicked after hearing Draco’s voice immediately as the door unlocked.

He wasn’t done cooking, first. Second, he was not dressed at all because he left everything in the washing machine… so on some level, he looked very indecent. Although to be fair, it wasn’t as if Draco never saw him naked, but to be caught naked in this kind of situation was rather… unplanned and embarrassing

Okay fine, you guys left me with no choice, but never in my life would I do this again, Harry cursed inwardly and thought this could be the only way he could make things less awkward, hopefully. 

“Welcome home darling,” Harry tried in his most seductive tone ever as Draco greeted him at the kitchen’s door.

… awkward silence … awkward silence … awkward silence …

Draco just stared and stared at the naked figure in front of him. Toned, muscular lean body leaning against the frame of the kitchen’s door. The muscles clearly defined, the butt looking fine and desired to be touched, the hair looking as messy as ever. This could only be one person and the voice confirmed it. It was Potter, his Potter, here, at home, in the kitchen, naked, greeting him… is this even real….? No. He was definitely not expecting this after a crazy long day at work. 

“Pott..er..,” Draco began, ‘you’re back,” he stated as a matter of fact-ly. 

“Yes, Dray, I’m back!! Aren’t you happy?” Harry smiled at Draco cheekily. 

“HAPPY? POTTER DID YOU JUST ASK ME IF I AM HAPPY?”

“WOAH, Dray calm down!” Harry made his way towards the now raging Draco. 

“CALM DOWN? REALLY? HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT ASKING ME IF I WAS HAPPY ALL THESE TIMES YOU WEREN’T AROUND? HAVE YOU EVER CALM ME DOWN FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS? ARE YOU EVEN AWARE IF I’M ALIVE OR DYING FROM THE SORROW THAT YOU WEREN’T AROUND? ARE YOU EVEN CONCERNED ABOUT MY WELL BEING? WHO ARE YOU EVEN TO COME HOME AND BE ALL NAKED LOOKING FINE AS HELL SEDUCING ME? WHAT THE FUCK POTTER? I HAT-”

Before he could even finish the sentence, he felt himself being pushed backwards, falling onto the sofa when a heavy figured landed on him, sealing his lips at the same time. 

FUCK HIM IF HE THINKS HE COULD GET AWAY JUST BY KISSING ME, Draco struggled against Potter, turning his head away as he tried to push himself up, “GO AWAY YOU MEAN HEARTLESS MAN.” 

“I’m sorry baby, I swear I’ll never leave you alone in this house again okay? Please? Look at me,” Harry’s hand pinned Draco’s above his head as he leaned forward to press kisses against his cheek and neck, “you don’t know how much I miss you, oh god, you smell so good.” 

“If you really missed me that much you could have come back sooner,” Draco still looked royally pissed. 

“It’s not like that. I have work. I couldn’t just quit because I miss you. Everyone on the team is away from their family, their loved ones and no one is complaining!” 

“Whatever Potter, get off me.”

“I don’t want.” 

“GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING HEARTLESS TWAT,” in a burst of anger, Draco managed to flip them around and landed sitting on top of Harry, poking his fingers on Harry’s chest as he unleashed all his unhappiness for the past month, “YOU DON’T EVEN CARE WHEN I’M SICK, OR WHEN I HAVE NO CLEAN CLOTHES TO WEAR, OR IF I AM GOING TO DIE OF HUNGER BECAUSE NO ONE IS HERE TO COOK FOR ME. YOU DON’T EVEN CARE WHEN YOU KNOW HOW DEPENDENT I AM ON YOU. YOU SPOILED ME ALL THESE YEARS, LEAVING ME WITH NO ABILITY TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN LEAVING ME BEHIND, DISAPPEARING FOR WEEKS. YOU FUCKING WICKED ASSHOLE I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT I FEEL SUFFOCATED EVERYDAY RETURNING TO AN EMPTY HOUSE. I FUCKING MISS YOU SO MUCH.”

And before Harry had the time to digest everything and reply, Draco was kissing him hard, body swiftly grinding against his own. All he could do was to kiss him back with equal passion and made up for all these time they had lost. That was before he tasted something salty in his mouth. 

Shite. He’s crying.

Harry had known him for so long, lived with him for so long and he knew Draco hardly ever cried unless he was really extremely upset. Looks like Harry had done it again because the last time Draco cried was when they had a huge fight and Harry ignored him for days. He tore him apart to see Draco crying and knew that instant to never doubt Draco’s love for him. He also swore to himself to never make Draco cry again. Now, he never hated himself more. 

“Draco, stop,” Harry tried to break away from the kiss but he knew Draco too well. 

He was not going to stop. He wouldn’t want Harry to see him crying. He would continue distracting Harry by kissing him. 

“No. Stop,” Harry brought his hands up to Draco’s cheeks and rubbed away the tears that were flowing, “I’m sorry, please, don’t cry?”

“I’m not going away anymore, forever, I promise you. I miss you as much as you miss me and it is killing me inside, so stop crying, because you’re making me cry. It hurts me so much to see you this upset. I can’t believe I made you cry again. I’m such a bad lover,” Harry smiled weakly at Draco as he pressed a kiss on each of Draco’s eyes. 

“I’m sorry for screaming at you too. I just missed you so much I don’t know how to express my feelings. My heart is cringing painfully inside when I saw you because I’m so happy that you’re safe and you’re back, but I don’t know how long you would be back for because I know I can’t go through this whole process of living without you again.”

“Draco, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

They both leaned towards each other for a kiss to seal their promises. 

“Let’s get to bed,” Draco suggested as he looked into Harry’s eyes and smiled for the first time in weeks since Harry left. 

“Wait! I was cooking, oh my god, my food will be burnt by now!”

“Good. I don’t want to eat your lousy cooking anyway. Go to the kitchen and switch off the stove before you burn our house down.”

Draco lifted himself off and pulled Harry up. He couldn’t help but laughed a little when he saw Harry’s butt bouncing as he made his way to the kitchen in quick small steps. 

“Harry, wear some clothes please. I don’t want our neighbour to see what belongs only to me,” Draco smirked as he took off his pants and underwear, before throwing the underwear at Harry, “for old time’s sake.”

Harry laughed as he put it on, feeling warm inside out.

“I’ll wait for you upstairs,” Draco winked and disappeared up the stairs. 

Whatever Harry’s plans were for a romantic dinner was definitely not happening tonight, for the dinner seemed to be inedible already. Well, at least he had a feast waiting for him in the bedroom. 

By the time he cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and arrived upstairs, Draco had finished bathing and was drying his hair by the side of their bed. 

“Come here, let me do it for you,” Harry said as he sat down beside Draco. 

“Yeah continue to let you spoil me rotten and then leave me behind to die again with zero survival skills,” Draco grumbled unsatisfactorily.

“You really have zero survival skills. The room was in a mess when I returned. Looks like I can never leave you alone again.”

“That’s the plan,” after a pause, Draco continued, “for life. But for now, the plan is…”

With that, he settled onto Harry’s lap before pushing him down onto the bed and kissed him in all eagerness.

They were making up for lost time, kissing with all the passion, grinding against each other with all the energy, before Harry found his hand slowly sneaking into Draco’s pants. Oh this butt, still as touchable as ever…

“Not so quick Potter,” Draco declared as he swatted his hand away.

“What again?” Harry asked, obviously sexually frustrated, “it’s been weeks! Let me touch my baby!” 

“Oh? I thought you didn’t know it has been weeks. But as a punishment, tonight, you’re not allowed to touch me.”

Harry groaned but inwardly, he was filling with excitement. Draco was usually never this eager in bed, and he was only more than happy to let Draco have his way tonight. After all, he was sure it was going to be one of his best nights ever. 

“Fine.”

“Hands at both sides above your head.”

Harry did as he was told and he heard Draco mumbling something before his wrists were bounded to the headboards of their bed. 

Fuck, wandless spell. That was hot. Harry could feel himself getting harder. Since when did the bastard figure it out? This must have been how Draco was feeling for the past few years when Harry performed wandless spells just to watch Draco getting so aroused and eager. Now he was definitely getting his revenge. 

“Draco…”

“Patience darling. Firstly, lift your hips up so that I can take off my underwear though it fits you perfectly well.”

Draco smirked proudly as he saw Harry’s member eagerly up and even leaking a bit at the tip. 

He gave Harry a quick kiss on the lips before whispering into his ears, “Baby I’ll fuck you so hard tonight.”

Harry felt himself shivering at Draco’s words. Fuck. His sexy low voice was enough to make Harry come. 

“Now let me examine my property closely,” Draco kissed his way down Harry’s body before disappearing beneath the covers. 

Harry couldn’t see what Draco was doing, but he knew he was dying inside because he had yet to feel Draco’s hand or mouth on his member and he desperately needed Draco’s touch. But soon enough, he could feel hot breaths against his dick before Draco’s tongue was circling his tip, biting so very lightly that made Harry moaned in arousal. 

“Fuck! Draco!”

He never got a verbal reply but Draco was sucking him hard, hands massaging his balls gently. He could feel the back of Draco’s throat and tried his hardest to not thrust into his lover’s hot mouth even though he desperately wanted to. 

Whatever plans he had for tonight were not going to happen. Romantic and sweet? More like messy yet fucking hot and sexy. It didn’t matter. This moment was perfect to him. All Harry found was himself drowning in moans and Draco was forcing all sorts of sounds out of him by being so fucking talented. 

It was indeed a long night ahead for them. 

xxx

Minkey & Ontae: Without Limits, pg-15

AUTHOR: otshineon

PAIRING: Minkey, hints of Ontae

LENGTH: 5k

RATED: pg-15

Read on: AO3 // AFF

SUMMARY: In which Minho buys flowers, Jinki doesn’t burn down Jjong’s house (thank god), Taemin is his usual trash baby self & Key plays his hand at match-making. Ft. autistic Taem & aro ace Jjong!

Sequel to Like You Imagined. I hope it lives up to expectations!

Dedicated to one of my most favourite fic authors ever aka senpai: taketaemtoyourleader​.  Thank you for inspiring, motivating and making me flail with happiness on so many occasions.

Minho glances down at his watch and frowns at the time. He doesn’t want to forgo the flowers, but if that’s what it takes to be on time…

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A Brief History of Kent and Karaoke

1. 22 by Taylor Swift

Kent has been in Vegas for nearly four years, he’s been legally allowed to go out with the boys for one. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t been out with them before, but it’s only the second birthday he can legally get fucked up.

Which of course means karaoke.

“Seriously?” the new trade asks, drinking his beer and watching while Kent flips through the song options. “It’s the Fourth of July, and you want to go out for karaoke?”

“Who gives a fuck about the Fourth of July? It’s my goddamn birthday,” Kent replies, sticking his tongue out at the new guy. “And as your captain, I can and will order you to sing Barbie Girl if you don’t pick on your own.”

New Guy rolls his eyes but takes the list anyway. Kent has no regrets about this part of his life. At least, none that he’ll cop to sober.

The coordinator calls his name and he hops up onto the stage, while Elsa, Hearts, Jeff, and New Guy watch with bemused looks. The music starts and even though Elsa, Hearts, and Jeff look confused, New Guy starts laughing.

“It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters,” Kent sings into the microphone. New Guy has dissolved into fits of laughter on the table while the others just look baffled. Then he gets to the chorus, “I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two,” and they cotton on.

New Guy doesn’t stop laughing, and Kent decides he’ll fit just fine with the rest of the team.

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Nash Grier - Proposal

Request:  Hey! I love your account, and I was wondering if you could make an imagine where y/n and Nash have been dating for quite a while now and show the day when Nash proposes to her? Please! 😹💖

MASTELRIST

I was the luckiest girl in the world. I was eighteen when I got to know Nash, who was twenty at that time. I didn’t think he took me serious, to be honest. I thought he just wanted to play, and I didn’t want my heart to break, but then I got to know him and I fell for him. He was the most amazing man I had ever known and I could feel that he loved me with everything he had. He was my prince charming and I was his one and only princess.

It had been five years since we started to date. It was our anniversary and he just got home from New York. His busy schedule was hard at the first year but then I got used to it and I was happy with the time I got to spend with him.

So, anyways. He got home the day before and told me he would take me out for a date night. He always did this, he took me out like we just started dating. It was so adorable from him! He told me to be ready by seven. We already were living together (for about two years) and he even locked himself into his office so we wouldn’t see each other until seven. Right at seven pm he knocked on the door. I was wearing a red dress with my favourite high heels that he loved so much on me. I also put on the necklace I got from him to our last anniversary.

When I opened the door and he saw me he bit his lower lip.

“You look so beautiful, baby,” he said pulling me into his arms and kissing me gently.

“You look good too,” I said smiling at him.

“Can we go?”

“Sure!”

A taxi was waiting for us in front of the house. We got in, but I didn’t know where we were going, Nash wouldn’t tell me.

Then the car stopped next to a football stadium which was a bit weird for me.

“Nash, we are not going to watch football on our anniversary, are we?” I asked as he took my hand and we started to walk inside.

“No, baby, just be patient,” he said smiling at me playfully.

We walked through a bunch of dark hallways and I started to feel that we got lost, when we stopped before a big door. Nash glanced at me excited and then opened the door revealing the beautiful view.

At the middle of the field there was a table set for two persons, and the whole field was full with candles lighting the way to the table. A waiter were standing next to the table waiting just for us.

“Oh my God, Nash, is this for us?” I asked a bit numb because of the gorgeous view. It was the most romantic thing I had ever seen.

“Just for the love of my life,” he answered kissing my temple. He took my hand and started to lead me to the table. “Do you like it?” he asked on the way there.

“I love it! Nash, it’s so beautiful!” I said still not believing it was happening to me.

We sat down, the waiter welcomed us and then started to serve the food. I liked every kind of food, I wasn’t picky, so it wasn’t so hard to give me something delicious, but this food was the most amazing thing I had ever eaten. The chicken was perfect, the side dish looked so expensive I started to feel like we wouldn’t have money for the ride back home, and we drank posh champagne.

We talked about everything that happened since we met. And we also talked about the first time we saw each other.

“Do you remember that day?” I asked surprised. I thought he didn’t, because on that day we didn’t actually talk.

“Of course I remember, you were wearing that long, green dress, and you were sitting in the corner with your friends,” he said smiling at the memory.

“Yes I did! I thought you didn’t notice me.”

“How could anyone not notice a beauty like you?” I could feel myself blush.

“You were with Sammy that night,” I said quietly.

“And he wanted to hit on you, did you know?”

“What?” I asked with wide eyes.

“Yeah, but I told him to chill down, I saw you first,” he said grinning at me while holding my hand on the table.

“It doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t date Sam. You were the handsome guy with the bright blue eyes I laid my eyes on.”

“I’m happy you are saying this. Because this way we are able to sit there for our fifth anniversary,” he said and looked like he was nervous about something.

“This was the best five years of my life,” I smiled at him.

“I could say the same. And actually, now that we are talking about time…” He cleared his throat, stood up and stepped closer to him.

At first I didn’t know what he was about to do, but when he kneeled down before me holding my hand in his I swear I was shocked.

“Y/N, this five years have been so amazing, and I am so thankful for you. I love you so much that I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. It doesn’t matter what happens, I will always love you and I would be honored if you would my wife. So I only have one question for you.”

His hands and voice were shaking, I felt the tears run down my face, I was so touched, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to speak.

He took out a little box from his pocket and popped up the lid of it. There was the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen, waiting for my answer.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” he finally said. I didn’t see him through my tears, I was so happy! I shook my head yes and then eventually found my voice and I could say:

“Yes! Oh my God, yes!”

He put the ring on to my finger with his shaky hands and when he was don I threw myself on him hugging him so tightly I thought he would faint. He lifted me up and then spun me around, I couldn’t stop crying.

“I love you so much,” he murmured into my neck.

“I love you too Nash.”

He kissed me several times and then took my face in his hands.

“I can’t believe you are my fiancé now,” he said kissing me again. “I was afraid you would say no.”

“What? Nash, you know how much I love you, I’m so happy you asked me to marry you!”

“Good. Because from now on, I will never let you go.”

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Requests are open!

anonymous asked:

Hi, i just wanna ask you something (you're free not to answer) why do you love Im Jaebum so much? I mean, what make you love him that much? I'm new in this fandom so i just wanna know a little bit more about JB please. :)

This is the best question ever and thankyou for asking, this is going to be long so sorry in advance.
I love Im Jaebum because something just prominently stood out about him, despite his good looks, his personality and his talents it was something that is unexplainable for me still to this day. At first sight I fell straight in love with him and I’ve never looked at anyone else since then. Most people usually have bias wreckers but for me its difficult to bias anyone else because everyday I have new reasons to fall in love with him.
One of the things that caught my heart about Im Jaebum was his soul. Since I’m a big music junkie, personally I don’t feel like there’s many artists in the music industry globally, who perform from the heart and with all their soul, until I found him. He gave me the reason to believe that their are still artists today who indulge in their music. Every performance of his I have seen he becomes this whole different person, to me this is when Defsoul appears. The emotion and heart that pours out of his striking facial expressions, powerful dance moves or his soulful voice makes him so passionate as an artist/performer. He’s always talking about how much he wants to compose and produce his own songs, he is always singing at fan signs purely because he loves it and what I find beautiful is that he does it all out of pure joy. His voice is heavenly and one of my most favourites, it’s so different and unique compared to a lot of other idols in the kpop world and in general. When he sings, a lot of the time he just closes his eyes and sings away and in that moment I feel like he takes himself to a wholenother world, it is something gorgeous to witness. I then couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that he loves the genres “Rnb” and “Neo Soul,” 2/3 of my fav genres. I haven’t come across an idol yet that has said they love these genres especially “Neo Soul” which is so different to hear. Hearing him sing songs from some of my fav artists like Musiq Soulchild, D'Angelo and India Arie etc was overwhelming to think they had an influence on him like myself. What I’m trying to say is that even though he has reached what he wants to do in life, he still continues to keep pursuing in his career like it’s just the beginning. To find an artist like himself who is endlessly passionate and continuously hard working towards his music career is breath taking. Jaebum does it not out of force or to be recognised but purely because he loves it. To elaborate on his performance on stage, it is incredible. He has a very outstanding, charismatic and sexy appeal when he performs. You can feel how strong his presence would be through your computer, laptop, mobile screen. It’s the little things he does like facial expressions, the slightly changed dance moves to make it his own and so on that attract him a lot of attention.
Apart from how much I love his passion for music I love his personality. Although people think that he is cold hearted and mean he is the total opposite. I have noticed that Jaebum is not someone who likes or needs to express his feelings or himself to the world resulting that people would be stuck with this impression. He is someone who you would refer to that does a lot of the “behind the scene” things. We don’t see everything that he does for more specifically his members, and how virtuous he truly is. The things he has done for his members are heart touching and unforgettable as he has helped them in hard times. He is the type of person that makes a solid impact on someone when he helps or cares for them. Jaebum is a very down to earth person with a quiet, warm, affectionate heart who’s actions are always humble. He is a leader that holds the group together, carries the burden of being relied on from the members, is the source of guidance and help and leading his members to success in everything they do. At the end of the day I strongly believe jaebum would give up everything and anything for his brothers no matter what, as he’d put them first before ever thinking about himself. Overall his relationship with each member is strong, not with just one but all 6. I see the way he looks at them like they’re the most valuable and precious things in the world. But people don’t exactly notice his acts because he works in silent. What people don’t understand is that Jaebum has a major responsibility to uphold and I respect him for how well he does. His actions are always done quietly but are what makes him stand out the most when people realise. I appreciate him and acknowledge his efforts as I was able to take it on board and be able to do the same when I have had to manage a leadership role. I think Jaebum doesn’t like for the fandom and his fans to know everything about him, I think there are a lot of things we don’t know about him that make him more valuable than what we know.
And I cannot explain to you in words how perfect and how beautiful this man is. Jaebum has had caramel brown, light brown, chocolate brown, blonde, blue, grey, purpley-grey, black, orange-brown, red, pink and dark brown hair and let me tell you he has looked amazing in all! He has also had so many different hairstyles and has looked more than charming in each and every one. You would think that a man could not pull off all of these colours and styles but he’s proven he can. His hair has been dyed a ridiculous amount of times and yet somehow every time he’s had it dyed his hair ends up being healthy, smooth looking and silky again? and let me tell you if forehead jae appears soon well prepare yourself for a riot. His hair is that incredibly gorgeous that this feature alone could amount to 100 beautiful men at the least. His eyebrows are goals, he has one of the most wonderful eye smiles you’ll ever see, he has this cute not too pointy nose, his lips are the perfect size not too big not too small, his skin is flawless without makeup, his cheekbone game is hella strong, his jawline could slice a glacier in half, his side profile is more attractive than me looking at my best, he has these cute ears that have piercings (his piercings are hot asf) and my most favourite features of all. Jaebum’s 2 dots under his eyebrow and his smile. I never thought I would be so attracted to his beauty spots but they’re such a pretty distinct feature. And the smile of heavens light, I swear he has one of the most beautiful smiles you’ll ever see in your life. It is the smile that can rid all your troubles and worries and make you feel at ease in life. It’s one of those kind of smiles that are so genuinely happy, the kind that you can’t help but love. His teeth are like pearls and its shine is brighter than the moon, stars and sun together. I also love the way how he wears rings on his fingers it’s different and I’m into that. I will not go any further about how sexy his body is but know that his broad shoulders are no joke, his abs are like a chocolate bar, his arms are toned nicely and he has thick thighs. Everyone in the fandom acknowledges that he is beautiful and know him for the charismatic and sexy leader. Im Jaebum’s beauty is on a whole different level, it shouldn’t even be considered real because he’s that perfect looking, honestly his beauty will be something that you’ll never be able to understand so don’t even bother questioning yourself about it. All you need to know is that he’s Gods perfect masterpiece.
I think what sets him aside from other men. Is that overall he has a very “different” denounamur as he is a very captivating person whatever he’s doing. Whether he is singing, dancing, acting, walking, sitting, eating, talking, staring, smiling, laughing, down to the point where if he’s just breathing it’s like HOLY SHIT JAEBUM, UGH WHY R U LIKE THIS!? It’s the “unexplainable” thing he has that I mentioned earlier that no one knows why he is just so idk…perfect.
In my eyes Im Jaebum is just something else, he will always be unexplainable, he’s always exciting as he is very surprising a lot of the time. Everything he does is done with heart and soul, he stands out the most when he’s not trying too, he is known as the most sexiest, most naturally cutest, most biggest 5 year old dork who is a beaver speaking grandpa that holds the title of being the Bboy King and Body Roll King. I love Im Jaebum for all of him, he is my biggest inspiration and role model and I am forever grateful and thankful of his existence. He is gods gift to humanity and the love of my life. ❤️

Not that kind of boy anymore.

Hello crazy crazy people! It’s Tuesday again!:D

So, this week has been fucking long for all of us. It’s been a hard time, the fandom almost died because of the second promo, theories have been appearing everywhere… But the wait is over. And oh it was so worth it.

First of all, I want to give a hands up to the Jonnor fandom for actually being right in everything that happened in the episode. We were wrong in some things because they are from next monday’s episode, which is shit, because I really wanted to see that scene between Jude and Lena…

Anyway, let’s start at the beggining.

The Fosters tries, once again, to make it look like it’s something when it’s not. Stef talking to the cop about a boy being shot is obviously trying to make us think that Jude got shot. Unfortunately, promos, theories and a lot of ninja-like people already predicted it was Connor who was going to be shot. It was kind of obvious to be honest.

So we see Jude there, all worried (he’s worried about his boo:’)), Lena is obviously very stressed about the whole situation and Stef looks… mad? I don’t know, for some reason Stef has been acting really weird lately, maybe it has something to do with the pressure but I felt like she was mad at someone. 

Now the question that has been in all of our minds since we saw this next scene…

How did Taylor’s dad manage to shoot Connor in the foot?

Makes absolutely no sense. Jude was the last one getting out of the house, but even if Connor pushed him out the way, how did the bullet hit his foot? Taylor’s dad was on the stairs and aiming almost totally forward. HOW? Some people say Connor tried to stop the bullet by kicking it. Tbh, I think I’m gonna accept that headcanon because it makes no sense to me otherwise.

Now I’m going to be very serious about something.

CONNOR IS THE BEST FUCKING THING IN THIS UNIVERSE.

Now there’s been some tension in the fandom because even the people who knew why Connor was acting that way and supported him (I include me in this group) were kinda mad at him for hurting Jude’s feelings. Now, it’s been a long journey, but Connor has finally come out (see what I did there? huh? I think I’m funny) as the person we always knew he was. We already knew Connor was a sunshine (Jude’s best friend and like the only person who actually wanted to be his friend), a romantic little shit (pinkies), an amazing friend (blue nail polish) and person (the ouija scene). But now we also know that he’s totally and absolutely brave. Very brave. It takes guts to do what he did.

I also want to talk about Gavin’s acting in this scene. We already know him and Hayden are incredible actors, but I swear they surprise me every time. Gavin’s facial expressions were incredible in this part and his way of saying the ONLY line he had in this chapter, own it and break the fandom is totally amazing.

I snuck  out so I could see Jude, okay?

I mean, can you blame us? He literally just said what we always knew. His feelings for Judicorn are real. He didn’t want to sneak out, it didn’t appeal to him in the least. He just wanted to be with Jude, alone. Where he could be himself and not be judged. Because Connor knows that the only person who would never judge him is Jude, and that’s what he’s always liked about him in the first place.

What’s that mean?

I don’t know! What do you think, actual arsehole? I’m serious people, I hate this man’s guts. I hate A LOT of people on this show (You know.. Liam, Monte(kind of),etc) but this guy argh. I don’t even want to talk about him.

So next scene, Jude’s worried still. Lena and Steff talk with him like parents should when their children do something wrong (NOT YELL AT THEM, LIKE “ADAM” DID), then the devil aproaches.

Of course Judicorn wants to see his Con-con, he’s worried as hell. Even if they didn’t have what they have, Connor’s still his best friend and he just got fucking shot. I just… Well, Lena talks to Mr.I-think-gay-transfers-via-hands and he tells her THE BIGGEST FUCKING LIE IN THE WORLD I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GONNA KILL THIS MAN WITH MY OWN HANDS

HOW DOES HE DARE TO MAKE JUDE QUESTION CONNOR? THEIR WHOLE RELATIONSHIP IS BASED IN THE MUTUAL TRUST! IN KNOWING THAT THE OTHER WILL ALWAYS BE THERE. EVEN IF IT WAS JUDE’S IDEA (which it wasn’t) CONNOR WOULD HAVE PREFERED TO BLAME HIMSELF THAT MAKE JUDE BE IN TROUBLE. BLOODY HELL.

…Okay, sorry. Let’s continue.

So Jude’s all heartbroken, for obvious reasons. And then Callie comes… Let me clarify something: I love Callie, I genuinely do. She’s a very complex character and she just has a horrible life and she just tries to be good but everything always goes wrong and she’s nice and I love Maia.

But I HATE how she treats Jude. I mean, I understand it. They’ve always been alone, Callie has learnt to look out for his little brother and keep him away from trouble. He just wants what’s best for him. I get it.

I just think she’s wrong. She has to understand that Jude is not a little kid anymore. He’s not an adult, obviously. But he’s more mature than most adults, he knows how to handle himself and he knows how to act when things go wrong. He made a mistake? Yes. A big one? Hella. Is it normal to be worried? Absolutely. But Callie has made A LOT of mistakes, big ones, and a lot more dangerous than this one. Like… the first episode, for example? Her and Brandon almost getting shot by someone who ACTUALLY wanted them dead? What about when she went with Kiara, just a few episodes ago? Running away? I mean… I get you are worried Callie, but you can’t protect Jude from everything. And even if you ban Jude from seeing Connor, they’ll find a way to see each other. There’s nothing stronger than teenage love and friendship.

Aside from that, the scene was a amazing. I love when Judicorn gets mad at people, it’s v v cool:)

Next scene and OUR QUEEN MAKES HER APPEARANCE

YAY! I love Taylor, really. She’s such a good character. But I’m kind of… afraid of her? I just don’t think she can be real. Something has to be wrong. Meh.

Taylor and Jude talking. Le Judicorn is really upset and Taylor tries to make him have faith in Connor, like a good shipper. He tells her to ask him why and that’s basically it.

The most important part of this scene is, perhaps, Taylor’s dad. He feels awful (obviously) and now people are calling him a psycho murderer. If we keep Taylor next season (And I really hope so) I’m excited to see how his dad deals with this and how she deals with it as well. It will be such an interesting storyline.

And saving the best for last, this scene is probably one of the most powerful scenes in the whole Jonnor storyline and the best part is… there’s not even dialogue.

After a very confused Jude sees a text from Taylor he proceeds to ask about Connor (it’s very good how he literally ignored the hello’s and went straight to the point), it’s revealed that it is actually Connor (unless…) and they talk about his foot and after AND ONLY AFTER knowing Connor’s okay, Jude asks what’s been bothering him: Why did you tell your dad it was my idea? And Connor, totally oblivious to his father’s “plan” answers: What? I didn’t.

I don’t quite understand Jude’s response tho: Really? Are you okay?. Why is he asking? Why shouldn’t he be? You already know the injure is not bad and… I don’t get it. But everything is forgotten once Connor drops the bomb.

I told my dad I’m gay.

This sentence is very important for Connor’s character developement because he had never said he was gay or questioning. Yes, he kissed Jude, but he also kissed Daria. And even tho he kept flirting he never actually said it and I think it’s very important. Oh, btw… TAKE THAT OLD MAN! HE GAY AND YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. GO FUCK A CACTUS!

As usual, Hayden’s acting is incredible. How his expression changes from “This dork” to “I’m glad he’s okay” to “Wait what? to “…Finally:)”. It’s truly impressive.

I also want to add that they literally have 6 minutes of storyline in this episode and Connor wasn’t in 5 of them and they still made a chapter that I could say was one of my favourites (talking about Jonnor). Well done, writers.

Okay, this is the part where I try (failing almost every time) to predict what happens on the next episode based on what we know.

So we’ve all seen the promo, and there’s fucking drama everywhere, but what we can get from the Jonnor storyline is:

-Judicorn stands up to Connor’s dad (I am unable to call him Adam, sorry). Which is probably going to be very amazing. Really excited to see that.

-He actually gets to see Connor (first scene since the gunshot!) REALLY EXCITED TO SEE THAT TOO.

We also have some scenes from the last promo (Jude crying, Lena’s “losing a friend” speech, etc)

Then there’s the promotional pics and omg. I mean, we already knew Jude and Lena’s talk and everything but knowing is very near to Jude fighting Connor’s dad is just amazing.

Then we have THE promo pic… Because I mean, Connor taking Jude’s hand, his nails are blue, their looks are soft and happy and cute. It’s too much for me ;-;

And then there’s pictures of Jude with Callie, which are important. And I’ll explain why.

The promo pics and the scene where Jude fights Connor’s dad are in the same place so they’ll probably be close to each other. There is a lot of light so I’m guessing is the morning.

So my theory is, after Jude finds out that Connor came out to his dad, he wants to visit him at all costs. He probably doesn’t tell Stef or Lena because they would try to stop him from going. He finds Connor’s dad and tells him that he’s not leaving until he can see Connor. Connor’s dad calls Lena.

Now I don’t know the order of this and it’s kind of weird. I think maybe Lena convinces Connor’s dad to let him see Jude or maybe… I don’t really know, tbh. Maybe Jude enters the room while Connor’s dad not there or something. Idek.

Then they leave (who knows what will happen to the Jonnor relationship) and that’s when Jude’s with Callie, and another shirt and stuff.

… My theories suck, tbh. I don’t even know. BUT I’M VERY EXCITED!

And… I think that’s all, if you want to talk about Jonnor, discuss theories or talk shit about Connor’s dad, then my ask is open.

Have a good night:)