i wish i had a relationship like this

We Don’t Make Good Friends [Part 1]

Oh man here we go again

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Unsurprisingly, smut (not in this part though). A lil bit of angst?and some fluff later on.

Summary: You and Jungkook broke up but you were trying to work on a friendship. Until Jungkook decided that friendship just wasn’t working anymore.

Word Count: 2k

The next part will have the smut in it… 

Part 2

The last four months have been the hardest of my entire life. Four months ago, Jungkook and I had a fight and our relationship ended. Just like that. One single fight was enough to put an end to a relationship that I thought would last forever.

No matter how hard I try to fight it, I can’t stop my brain from bringing up the memories of that night that I wish so badly I could forget.

He came over to my house after a long day of practice. He had slumped down on the couch as soon as he walked through the door. His phone was in his hand as he scrolled through various social media sites, paying no attention to me.

It started out as a simple “I want to spend more time together” conversation but it quickly escalated into something significantly more serious.

“I don’t know what you were expecting from a relationship with me,” he spoke without looking up from his phone after I said I wanted him to be around more.

I turned my body towards him on the couch, giving him my full attention even though he was not giving me the same courtesy, “I just feel like you choose to spend your small amount of free time with other people,” I kept my voice smooth and emotionless.

“My entire life can’t revolve around you, Y/N,” he said without sparing a glance.

I could feel the pressure building up in my chest and my hands beginning to clench as I suppressed the anger that was boiling up inside of me, “That’s not what I was saying,” the expressionless tone in my voice was fading.

“You know, you don’t try very hard to make time for me either,” he bit back at an attack I wasn’t aware I was putting out.

The aggressiveness in his voice caused my eyes to narrow into slits and the tension in my chest rose,  “I have to go to school Jungkook. I need to get an education,” I spoke belligerently.

He then decided to put down his phone and look at me with raised eyebrows and an agape mouth, “And I need to perform, Y/N. And practice and practice, then perform again.”

Feeling like our conversation was getting off of the topic at hand I sighed, calming myself slightly, then said, “I feel like our relationship isn’t moving forward.”

“And that’s my fault?” he growled.

I rolled my eyes, “I did not say it was your fault,” I snapped.

“You didn’t need to say it, it was implied,” he hissed with a glare in his eyes and his arms crossed tightly over his chest, “I feel like you’re putting a lot of pressure on me to fix our relationship,”

“Because you’re not showing me that you want to fix it!” any collectiveness in my voice left as I raised my voice and my hands began to wave wildly through the air as if I thought that would get my point across more clearly.

Jungkook’s eyes widened when I blew up. He turned his body in my direction then proceeded to scoot farther away from me on the couch, “I feel like you’re attacking me. You’re backing me into a corner right now, I don’t know what it is you want to hear me say,” his words should have made it seem like he was backing down but his tone told me that he was baiting me.

If he wanted me to spoon feed him a solution, then spoon feed him I would, “I want you to say that you care about me and that you’re willing to work with me to fix our problems.”

“I can’t spend every second of my free time with you, Y/N,” he disregarded what I said.

“Well right now, you’re not spending any time with me,” I desperately tried to get my point across to him, though I could see him closing me off more and more as we dove deeper into this conversation.

“I have a life outside of you,” he said cooly.
The aloofness of his voice cause the rage to surge in me as I bolted up from the couch and walked around to the back of it, creating a small barrier between us,” What does that mean? I’m not even involved in your life!” My voice became shrill and frantic.

I waited for him to respond but he said nothing.

“Say something, Jungkook,” I crossed my arms and put my weight on one leg.

He got up from the couch and stood a long distance across from me, “I don’t know what you want me to say!” now he was shouting.

“I already told you what I want you to say!” I screamed in anguish.


I felt a knot in my throat beginning to grow and tears threatened to spill from my eyes, “Jungkook, it you’re not willing to work with me on this, then why are we even in a relationship?” I asked the question defeatedly.

“I don’t know!” He barked, flinging his hands into the air then letting them fall to his sides with a thump.

His words hung in the air, thickening the silence between us, creating an unbearable weight on my chest.

He sighed and looked to the ground, tugging his hand through his hair, “I don’t know…” he said despairingly, his voice breaking as he spoke the last word.

The silence that followed was so loud, I wanted to cover my ears to drown it out. My heart tugged so hard, I feared it would break through the bones of my chest. He stood in front of me for several seconds too long then cleared his throat and shifted his weight on his feet.

And then he walked out, slamming the door behind him. That was the last time I saw him for three months.

After that night, I stopped hanging out with not only him, but every member of Bangtan, whom I had grown very close to since him and I started dating. I couldn’t bare the idea of running into him. Plus it felt weird, knowing how close his members were to him. So, I created distance between us, I blocked all of them out.

Two months ago I opened myself up to a friendship with the boys again and the ache in my heart began to subside.

It was Taehyung who first clawed his way through the way I had put up. Before Jungkook and my break up, I considered Taehyung to be one of my best friends and he felt the same way about me. He insisted that spending time with him and the other five members would make me feel better and, in all honesty, he was right, I did feel better. Things were awkward at first, unsubtly avoided talking about Jungkook or if they happened to say his name, they would all apologize profusely. But as the months went on, we fell back into our old routine of smoothie dates in the afternoon and barbecue dates in the evening and laughing together until tears streamed down our faces and our sides hurt.

One night a couple weeks ago, I was invited to come to dinner with the boys after they finished practice and was greeted by six smiling faces and one that was attempting to hide behind his hand. That was the first time I had seen Jungkook since our breakup. I smiled and greeted him, just as I would any other person, for the sake of being polite, then I sat down and attempted to enjoy an evening with six of my best friends.

After dinner, I stepped outside of the restaurant to get some air and found that Jungkook had the same idea. He stood leaning against the wall wearing his typical white shirt, black beanie, and loose light wash jeans, an outfit I had seen him wear numerous times before.  

I ignored the pounding of my heart when our eyes met and walked over to him. I stood close to him so that I could make out his features which were illuminated by only a single street lamp several feet away. One corner of his mouth turned upwards slightly and I was amazed at how much the sad emptiness behind his eyes had changed the way his whole face looked.

The silence from the night we broke up returned in this moment and, in order to stop it, I blurted out the only thing I was feeling, “I hate this,” I told him while gesturing to nothing in particular, “I hate this silence and I hate this distance between us.”

He said nothing but watched me intently with eyes that seemed to be gleaming a little brighter than they had a second ago.

“Jungkook, I don’t want to block you out. I still want you in my life,” I confessed, “I know things didn’t work out with us and our relationship but do you think we could give friendship a try?” I asked hopefully.

His eyes scanned every feature on my face as his mouth gradually pulled up at the sides. He nodded once, “Yeah…yeah, I’d really like that.”

From there on out, Jungkook and I started hanging out again. We tried to do the same things I did with the other guys; the smoothie dates and barbecue and while, on the surface, I was smiling and laughing along with him, I still felt an intense yearning for something more. Despite that, I knew one thing was sure: having him in my life as a friend was so much better than not having him in my life at all.

Four days ago, the boys were told to take the weekend to relax since their schedule had been packed the last few weeks. Namjoon suggested that the boys should go on a weekend trip to their favorite town in Japan where they could really let off steam. They invited me as well as my roommate, who also happened to be Taehyung’s girlfriend, to go with them. The idea of taking a few days off of work and school to pamper myself sounded more than appealing so, off we went for a short trip to Japan.

I tried writing this as one part but it was sooo long so I’m splitting it into three parts. The second part will have the smut in it  and it’ll be up really soon. Like… later tonight or tomorrow.

I know the story isn’t over yet but I’d still love feedback. Also requests are open so feel free to send those in too. 

Thanks for Reading! xx

tonystarklyfe  asked:

i wonder if oscar and robbie were happy together and oscar simply got too tempted by bosie once they met, or if they had their troubles too. bc tbh whenever i read things, it seems like oscar found bosie and robbie just gave in to being a friend, but i wonder if it was actually that easy.. and how things might have gone if robbie and oscar stayed together (or if a certain author would have waited to sue a certain lord for libel and would have listened to his friend!!!!)

I feel like there was a very very fine line between platonic relationships and romantic ones for Oscar? They kind of morphed into eachother on several occations, which is probably especially true about Robbie. I do think they were happy together but I think they were quite happy together even after their relationship stopped having a sexual aspect you know? That said I do wish Oscar and Robbie had been closer obviously. I adore Robbie and I would like very much for him to be to Oscar what Bosie was. It’s heart breaking how much he loved Oscar tbh…. I DO NOT want to think about it this late at night……

anonymous asked:

This is payback for his petty ass on twitter. We should have known she would never let him get away with that

you know……i was kind of hoping all of this wouldve stopped happening. this isnt even like payback or what ever immature shit you want to use to refer to taylor playing a song she had a hand in creating and can rightfully perform. i just really wish………..this all wouldve gone to hell with tiddy long ago like why are these things still going on why is this dead ass relationship relevant once a month now im so tired and annoyed lol

i am super embarrassingly heartbreakingly invested in poe being canonically gay and i am also legitimately so glad that for ONCE EVER fandom has not just decided to unilaterally ignore a black man having an extremely slashable relationship and have, instead, rallied behind it

but i really wish it would do that without being gross and dismissive about finn and rey’s relationship in ways that literally just mimics the exact same language and rationale always used to exclude black men as romantic interests in both fanon and canon

the fact that you’re shipping poe/finn doesn’t actually make ignoring the obvious romantic setup of finn/rey by discussing how there’s ~no chemistry~ and finn’s so much more like a brother to rey and she so obviously doesn’t return his feelings any less hurtful

like here’s the thing: with john boyega and daisy ridley as leads, with rey and finn written as they were, their relationship being the huge focus that it was, their caring for each other being the emotional throughline for the film that it was, they set up a fucking star wars trilogy to revolve around a black leading man in an interracial relationship with a white woman which is still such a huge taboo it’s straight up fucking embarrassing

and yes it would be a magical occurrence of wonder and delights if finn/poe was actually canon, but it’s already pretty fucking wonderful that finn/rey is so idk maybe don’t casually shit on that bcs it’s kinda important

Bitty’s words echo in Jack’s ear. He might be a bit of a clueless idiot when it comes to relationships, as past evidence would show, but he knows that “can we talk” is almost never a good thing.

“A-about what?” Jack asks. He wishes now he’d listened to Bitty’s message before he called him, but there were so many missed calls he couldn’t just ignore it. And besides, Bitty sounds a little like he’s, well, crying.

“I’m just – I guess I had a bad day,” Bitty admits. “All the boys are over, Shitty even came down from Boston so we could all watch your game together. And they started talking about the rumours people used to have, y’know the ones, about how whether you and Parse were just friends, and…and it just – it hurts.”

Jack feels a little numb. He wants to drive up to Samwell right that second, but he knows he can’t. He’s got practice in the morning and then a game in the evening and so he can’t just drive the forty minutes to see his boyfriend, who is obviously hurting. Jack wants to, so badly, though. But he can’t jeopardize his career like that.

“We aren’t even friends now, you know that, right?” Jack says. He doesn’t like that Bitty’s jealous of Parse, even though he said he wasn’t back in August, but…

“No, honey, it’s not that,” Bitty says, and he sniffs again. “It’s – it’s the sneaking, and the lying, and the not being able to tell anyone about the fact the most amazing guy I’ve ever had the pleasure to know is in love with me and I love him right back and we’re together and happy when we are, and I can’t tell anyone.”

To Jack, who has never been big on confiding in anyone, this is a foreign concept. But Bitty sounds like he’s in so much pain, and Jack just wants to…well practice isn’t until ten. If he leaves right now, he can get to Samwell and back in the morning with a reasonable amount of sleep. Right?

“Bits, I’m gonna come up, okay?” Jack says, grabbing his keys and jogging down the stairs to the garage. “Just – I’ll be there in half an hour. We can stay on the phone, okay?”

“No, sweetheart, you don’t have to–”

“You’re hurt,” Jack says. He doesn’t mean to put a captain’s bark into it, but it happens anyway. “I’d do the same thing if you’d taken a bad check.”

“Oh sugar,” Bitty says. For a moment Jack thinks he’s going to tell him not to, but he doesn’t. Instead he sighs. “I dropped a pie.”

Jack feels the pain like a physical vice. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, being with Bitty the way he wanted – needed – to be with Bitty, but he never meant for it to actually hurt. It was love, right? It wasn’t supposed to be painful.

“Oh Bits,” he hears himself breathe. Bitty just sniffs in response.

“Why don’t – how about while you drive you just tell me about your game,” Bitty suggests. “And we can talk more when you get here.”

Jack agrees, although he doesn’t really want to talk about his game, and sets the phone on speaker on the passenger seat. The traffic’s good and he gets to Samwell earlier than he thinks he was going to. He parks in front of the Haus and sees Shitty’s car.

“Are you still in your room?” Jack asks.

He hears Bitty shift, like he’s getting off his bed.

“Yeah, are you outside?” he asks. Jack agrees and hears Bitty come down the stairs. This is possibly the second most impulsive thing Jack has ever done, but he thinks he’ll regret it about as much as he did the first most impulsive thing – that is to say, not at all.

“Who’s in the living room?” Jack asks.

“Uh, Lardo, Shitty, Ransom, Holster, and Nursey,” Bitty says.

All people Jack trusts. Which is good. It’s very good.

“Okay,” Jack says. “I’ll see you in a few seconds.”

He hangs up and opens the front door of the Haus. Bitty is just inside, in plain view of the people in the den. Jack ignores all of their excited clamouring at his presence, their joy over his game, and pulls Bitty into a bone crushing hug. Bitty returns it a little too tentatively for Jack’s liking. Especially since Bitty’s got red eyes and keeps sniffing. Jack is well aware of the others streaming out of the living room when he cups Bitty’s face.

“Hi honey,” he says, and he kisses Bitty, right there in front of them. Because it’s the Samwell Men’s Hockey team, and he might have graduated, but they’ve still got his back.

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underthesamestar  asked:

I rewatched the last episode again and I started crying when Haru was saying sorry to Makoto and now I am crying again... Yanny, I love them so much, so much, they are so beautiful, I can't describe with words how beautiful they are. I wish everyone to find a person to love and be loved by them like Makoto and Haru love each other.

Makoto and Haru’s relationship (in S2) shined the brightest in this ep

It made me think about their relationship as a whole

All that they went through…

and the hardships that they had to face…

BUT were able to conquer together, simply by being each others’ strength

…that solid base of support.

It showed how they grew as a person..

…and grew as ‘best friends

And how, while life seemed to throw them ALL the reasons to give up

to let go

they instead find MORE reasons to hold on to each other.






Just came across this on my news feed and I am so angry. If you’re in a relationship and your partner demands this sort of behaviour from you then please GET THE FUCK OUT NOW.

Open and honest relationships are good. Having nothing to hide from your partner is good. BUT-

If your partner controls who you speak to, violates your privacy to the point that you have to censor your conversations with friends, makes you feel like you have to delete innocent conversations that they will take out of context, makes you delete old friends because they are of a gender you are attracted to THIS IS NOT HEALTHY.

This is not a relationship this is a dictatorship. This is controlling, and manipulative, and abusive. Faithfulness is being faithful, not being a slave to your partner’s jealous whims. Please take things like this as alarm bells of abusive behaviour before it’s too late, I wish that I had.

Being single is fun and empowering until one day you are alone in your room staring at the ceiling wishing you had someone to text. You want someone whose house you can go to at the drop of the hat. Someone who will just hold you. But you’re just texting a friend who you don’t even know if they give a fuck about you. You like texting them but you fear you’re just a way to pass the time. I want a relationship because I want the validation. The validation that I’m loved. That I’m not annoying them when I text. I want someone who texts me first. But I text first because I’m more afraid of being lonely.


When my world’s particle accelerator went off, I became a speedster. I became the fastest man alive. Only- Only, it wasn’t enough for me. I wasn’t fast enough. So I figured with my scientific background, I could increase my powers. I did.


He says he does suffer from depression and has found that life as an actor on the road can be “uniquely solitary”, making it “tough to maintain relationships”. He doesn’t have any particular hobbies, beyond reading, watching films and writing scripts with his housemate. All of that can feel a lot like work, though. “I do wish I had more hobbies,” he says. “That’s one part of my life I lack. Whenever I try to pick up a hobby and take it to the set, I look like an idiot there with a ukulele .”