Or just reasons to love him. (From the POV of a Yoongi stan)
raps faster than the speed of light. hella control over his voice
plays the piano
amazing on stage; in his element
his mixtape saved hiphop. saved lives. saved the world goddamn Yoongi
AGUSTD - Intro: Dt sugA (ft. DJ Friz) - AgustD - give it to me -skit -724148 -140503 at dawn -The Last -Tony Montana (ft. Yankie) -Interlude ; Dream, Reality -so far away (ft. Suran)
he produced the entire thing. it didn’t feel like individual tracks on an album. it felt very complete, in a way i’ve never seen before.
released this masterpiece to the world for free; on soundcloud, on a google drive, on mediafire, on spotify…
He had no problematic lyrics on his mixtape. He doesn’t imitate or glorify modern American hiphop. There are no meaningless lyrics, no misogyny, no materialism or racial slurs. Instead, he talks about himself and builds on that.
worked on his mixtape in between his schedule. sometimes while on the plane, sometimes while working on other music for BTS.
Has a polar bear protection bracelet. Really likes polar bears.
was the happiest person in the world when he met Kumamon it was all too adorable
Very socially aware. Wants to use his fame to shift people’s attention to global problems.
When he and Taehyung got sick and were rushed to the hospital, they ended up having to cancel the concert in Kobe. During his vacation time, he went to the stadium they were supposed to perform in by himself and wrote a post about it in the fancafe. He sat in the seats of the stadium and forced himself to imagine the fans’ emotions on the day that was supposed to be the concert. He wrote a long apology. He felt so guilty it kept him awake every night since the incident. He didn’t know what else to do. He promised never to let the fans down again and to work harder.
works from from 12 am - 6 am on music. even after a full day of training or concert preparation or filming. only to sleep for 2 or 3 hours or not at all to start the next day. sleeps whenever he gets the chance. gives the day’s events his full energy regardless.
when BTS had to pack for their backpacking trip through Europe, he was the one that remembered to pack medicine and first aid supplies. he cleaned up before leaving the hotel room. helped cook. was in charge of their budget.
wrote/composed/produced some of BTS’s best songs: -Tomorrow -Nevermind -Intro (HYYH pt. 1) -Dead Leaves -Fun Boyz -Just One Day -Let Me Know -Paldogangsan (with Hoseok & Namjoon) -Cypher pt 1, 2, & 3 (with Hoseok & Namjoon)
participates in the making of almost every BTS song
he looks gorgeous in every hair colour he’s literally so beautiful
once said he would sue Bighit if his hair started falling out lmao
his smile that shows his gums
laughs in 10 different ways
his voice sounds beautiful in Whalien52 aka one of my favourite songs
in the song “Move” he dedicated his section to his mom, who was sick after she gave birth to him
in “If I ruled the world” he dreams, if he could have anything, it would be to buy a house for his family
danced around his studio in the early hours of the morning when “Nevermind” was approved to be the intro of HYYH pt.2
really likes lamb skewers. Wants to open a lamb skewer restaurant with Jungkook
his only goal is to make music that gives people emotions (comfort). the root of his passion, goes back to when he started making music at the age of 13.
his dream was to perform at Olympic Gymnastics Arena. At the end of the concert, he looked for his parents and brother in the crowd. When he saw them, he smiled and got on the floor to do a deep bow, the kind where your forehead touches the ground. This is when he sobbed for the first time at a concert.
at fansigns, fans get to write them a question. “What’s more important? Face or body?” is asked a lot, not just to BTS but all Kpop groups. Yoongi is the only one that writes a third option, “Personality” and circles it and writes that it is the most important. He does this every time the question comes up.
When given the question, “What type of girl?” or “What type of style do you like in a girl?” He circles all of them.
his ideal type is someone who likes music and someone he can communicate with. there are never any other specifications.
when asked for the ideal weight in a girl, he writes a ridiculous number
when asked what age difference he would date, he wrote “81 years” lol
tells everyone to eat well and take care of themselves. loves his fans more than anything.
extremely open-minded person
when he and Namjoon were being disrespected by Bfree during an interview, he stayed calm and handled the situation well. Then proceeded to drAG THE HELL OUT OF HIM IN CYPHER PT. 2
the “S” in Suga stands for “Savage”
literally sarcastic all the time
“If we’re talking about regrets you should think of some of your past selcas” - to Jimin
king of “I meant to do that”
the time he and Hoseok reacted to a “Try not to laugh challenge” of their own members and Yoongi laughed so hard he choked
his existence is pretty much art in itself
the thing he does when his members are doing something embarrassing and he just curls up and covers his face
“Min Suga. Genius. Those two words should be enough. *shrugs*”
“I want to reincarnate and be a rock in my next lifetime”
“I’m Father Louis Williams Suga Adams the Third”
“I’m good at doing ugly stuff”
“I was destined to be taller, but there were some errors in my development.”
“I’d like to introduce you to my lover…this neckpillow"
“I’ve always wanted to nap in a different country”
on his first birthday after he debuted, he spent his own money to make small gifts for his fans and hand-wrote over 300 notes for the fans that were going to come to see him on his birthday. he spent a long time because he wanted to make each note different. at the event, he got embarrassed because “it’s not much but I hope you all like it”. he learned that instead of 300, 350 came and he made 50 more to send to them.
the next year, he made packages again but this time with transportation cards so the fans could use them when they came to see them. hand-written letters again, signed polaroids and ordered special envelopes.
gave Jimin his credit card to charge the passes with, and when Jimin jokingly said he’s going to spend his money on snacks, Yoongi unhesitatingly said “Okay”
he did something again this year, but just didn’t vlog about it.
took pictures of Jungkook at his graduation like he was a proud parent
the time when he and Hoseok lost a game and didn’t get dinner. Jimin brought them a crab from their table, and Yoongi let Hoseok have it. “Seeing my dongsaeng eat makes me feel full."
Bangtan love him. They say Yoongi takes care of them well, especially his dongsaengs. He’s the one that silently takes care of them all.
The time Yoongi took Jimin out to eat sushi, and while Jimin was tying his shoes, Yoongi paid and told him they could go. "Of course, I’m the hyung."
says his members are his closest friends. says Bighit is like a family
when Hoseok was celebrating New Years alone in the dorms, Yoongi left his family and showed up with chicken just so Hoseok wouldn’t have to spend new years by himself
Maschine mk2 review what a nerd
that time he tried to install a music editing software and ranted for 10 years on the fancafe because technology is problematic
that one time Yoongi got really passionate about coffee and said he needed 309 people to help him "catch” coffee
does reviews and gives insight on all of BTS’s albums
the time he sang his heart out with Hoseok for “I was able to eat well” and sounded terrible
the time they had a high note challenge and Yoongi sang so “high” that no noise came out
so extra. all the time.
“the director said it would only take 5 minutes. It’s been exactly 4 minutes and 58 seconds"
that time he had to introduce himself and pulled confetti out of his pocket and threw it over himself
but also unamused
he is a paradox
“I want to go baaaaaaaack”
easily put in his place by Jin, his hyung. But also ignores all of his jokes.
cannot dance for his life (literally flailing in DOPE) but is a really good dancer (FIRE ????)
he just works hard
unhesitatingly kicked Jimin in the balls when he started dancing over his legs while he was trying to sleep. didn’t even wake up.
that time Taehyung was really nervous on stage and kept stuttering and messing up his words. the members laughed and poked fun at him, but Yoongi shushed them and the audience and told Taehyung to breathe and relax and start again. This time Taehyung didn’t stutter
literally a deadass person at the awards show until Namjoon was up next to perform and Yoongi couldn’t stop being hyped and looking for him
makes fun of his members all the time but always makes sure they’re comfortable
witty but never crude
says he’s not always the best at expressing himself verbally, but wants everyone to know he is always thankful
kindest, bravest, strongest person to ever grace this earth. blesses the lives of everyone he touches
There are certain things I didn’t include in there, because they are a part of his mixtape and I think that speaks for itself.
so i work at lush and the most famous person i’ve served so far is adele. one day i’m just standing there moving some bubble bars and pretending to look busy when suddenly this lady comes in with her child. i think “she looks like adele if adele didn’t wear make up” whilst i go over to greet her. she asks me what a bath bomb is. i think “hmm, she is very unexpectedly cockney, like adele.” halfway through my description of bath bombs i realise holy fuck it’s actually adele, and i end up saying “so these are bath bombs, you drop them in the water mnnnnnnand theychangecolour n fizz…..do stuff……..” and i think she realises i suddenly know who she is because she gently but firmly tells her son to pick a bomb. she gets some for herself as well. i put her through the till and i realise she looks very tired, so i don’t want to bother her, but holy fucking shit this is adele. i’ve ugly cried so many times while warbling her beautiful songs. she’s unwittingly been there through some bad times for me. i want to say something but i’m not sure what, so i fixate on her bright woolly vest and blurt out “i like your vest!” and she immediately replies, very chipper, “aw fanks it makes me look like a rare bird!” she departs and i stand there shaking while i whisper to my colleague that that was adele. this reaches the back of the shop where a birthday party for a bunch of 14 year olds is going on and my 19 year old colleague just shrieks “WHAT” at the top of his voice. all the girls clamour asking if we have security cameras to prove it actually was her and i’m like, the proof is that i have suddenly become 10 times emotionally stronger after being in her presence. i have absorbed her self love and all of my exes have crumbled into dust, dissolving away like the bath bomb she’ll be using later on that very night
Hey guys! So you know I’m fairly new to the community, and I really want to make something special for Mark’s birthday.
Mark, in your interpretation, as a hero.
Because we know he is one, in different ways. To many people, he is a hero. He had made people laugh. He had made people smile again. He made days better. He helped people make friends. He helped in so many things.
And for his birthday, I want him to know how much of a hero he really is.
Today is June 17. As of this moment, he has 17 million subscribers, 17 million people he calls as his heroes. If you see that shirt sleeve with hearts? He calls you as a hero. He’s a hero too. He’s the leader of this wonderful community, and
I want to see all of your interpretations of him as a hero too.
Draw him in your own interpretation of his suit/costume. Write about the superhero Mark, or that Mark who saved you from his daily videos. Crop him or photoshop him as your favorite hero, Marvel or DC, or even other comics. Make gifs or animations. Quotes that he has said, pictures of him, so much can be done! Just show him as your hero.
And I want to see all of them, so tag it in #MarkIsAHero! It’d be awesome to show him for his birthday!
(If anyone is on-board with me, we could also do a “T minus 10 days” series of whatever-you-want for the birthday guy, where we countdown to his birthday ‘Blast off to space’ kind of style.)
“Two days. In two days, everything must be perfect and
I still don’t know what to do”, you sighed to yourself and snuck further
into your blanket, which was hanging loosely around your shivering body. Winter
was at its finest this time of the year and your house, being quite a big one,
was partly cold, even though the heater was on. The end of January was coming,
which meant cold, snow and of course warm clothes.
But above all that, the end of January meant the
beginning of February. And the beginning of February signaled Harry’s birthday.
You always wanted to make his birthday a memorable day but you always ended up organizing
something common and just too plain for your liking. Harry never minded that
your ideas were simple; he just loved the fact that you devoted some of your
time to think of him and show him you cared.
You , on the other hand, felt not so good about it. You
would always beat yourself up about it and be irritated that you couldn’t give
to him what he really deserved. Harry had made fun of you the first time you
were all pouty and grumpy over such a small thing but he just couldn’t
understand. He had managed to make your own birthday a day you would like to
live again and again, every single year that day came around. So, why couldn’t
you do the same for him?
That was the only thing you wanted to do. To make his
day be the reason he would like to press a repeat button and start it all over.
Having this in mind, this year, you had set a goal to create the best memories possible.
First, you had tried to decorate the roof of your apartment and have some of
your closest people come by, but the roof had been reconstructed lately and
instantly, this option was out of the picture. Next, you had tried to organize an
excursion to a beautiful place, just the two of you for a couple of days, but
your empty wallet said otherwise.
All these difficulties were keeping you back from doing
what you had envisioned to do and it was driving you mad. Under no circumstances
would you sit for a plain dinner night with some lit candles again. You wanted
and had to keep your eyes open for new ideas. Even your parents had tried to
help and lend you some money to make that excursion a reality, but your pride
stopped you and even though you were dying to take the money, they had already
“Why can’t I think of something spectacular for once?”,
you cried over the phone to your friend, who obviously, had nothing better to
do than listen to your complaints and whining.
“Maybe you are over-thinking this whole thing. Just let
it flow and see where it takes you”, your friend said and you got up. She was
right. You were trying too hard to make an idea pop into into your head that all
of your energy had vanished.
“I hope sleeping will help”, you said hanging up and
going to bed. After a lot of tossing and turning, you decided to call Harry. He
was in his own apartment, probably sleeping, but you needed to hear his voice. You
weren’t living under the same roof yet but it was in your future plans for sure.
“Love, are yeh okay? Why are yeh callin’ meh this
late?”, Harry’s groggy voce said and you felt a tad bad for waking him up.
“I am alright but I missed you and I decided to call
you. I won’t keep you up for long I promise”, you defended and you heard his
“I have no problem baby but yeh had meh worried there”,
he giggled and you smiled yourself.
“Sorry about that. How was your day today?”, you said
and you both ended up talking through the phone for the whole night. It was
completely natural for you. Talking with Harry was something else. You never
got bored and he never got tired of hearing your voice.
The next morning though was indeed boring because it found
you on your laptop, trying to contact your boss to inform him that you couldn’t
turn up to work tomorrow. He tried to make it clear that he needed you in your
post but he eventually gave in and gave you your day-off. Jumping from your
chair, you looked yourself in the mirror.
“Tomorrow’s the day and you got nothing. Think!”, you
shouted to your reflection like it would be scared and it would hand you the perfect
plan in a heartbeat. Of course, this didn’t happen and you got more frustrated.
Harry had suggested the night before, you go to his house and stay there for
tomorrow and the weekend so you thought this was a great opportunity to walk a
bit and let the cool wind clear your head.
Arriving to his house, you entered with your spare key
and called his name but no response was given. Going up to his your bedroom,
you placed your duffel bag in the closet and your gaze was stuck somewhere out
of the window. You didn’t want to surrender and face the bitter truth that
Harry’s day would once again be dull. He never told you that, but you knew it;
it was boring experiencing the same things over and over again.
You had already bought his present and everything but
this was not enough. Not in the slightest bit. Having nothing more to do you
cooked a meal for when Harry would come back and you turned on the TV. And just
then, he appeared in front of you in all his glory answering questions and
sharing his contagious smile which had many girls going crazy. This time
though, you didn’t feel like smiling. You felt like crying. Just like that, you
turned off the TV and headed upstairs to relax.
You read your favourite book, listened to some music and
even placed your clothes on the hangers but Harry was still nowhere to be
found. He should be home by now and you knew nothing about a meeting or so. You
picked up your phone and you were ready to dial his number when a notification
from Twitter flashed through your screen. Anne had twitted something. Opening
the application, you felt like fainting. She was wishing Harry Happy Birthday
“No no no no this is a joke. Tell me this is a joke”,
you said while checking the calendar on your phone. Your eyes bulged out of
their sockets when you saw the date. 1st of February. How was this
possible? It was still the 31 of January. It had to be. You couldn’t be that
mistaken. But then again your calendar couldn’t be wrong. You pressed your
phone against your ear waiting to hear Harry’s voice but that irritating sound had
taken Harry’s voice’s place telling you were on voicemail.
You tried to calm down while your mouth was still
hanging open. The only thing you wanted was to surprise Harry this year and
make him feel appreciated the way he deserves but instead you lost the track of
days and forgot his birthday! How ironic! After trying to get in touch with him
for the fifteenth time that night, you had to charge your phone so you plugged
it and waited. It was 1:45 and you were wide awake. You didn’t know what you
would tell Harry for this terrible mistake of yours but you needed to see him.
After two more agonizing hours, you heard the front
door open and close and all the air was knocked out of your system. All this time
you had persuaded yourself that you would face him but now that the time came
all you wanted to do was open a hole on the ground and hide in there forever. His
footsteps were heard outside of the room and when he pushed the door open you knew
you were unjustifiable. He was looking anywhere but you and his face were
radiating sadness and disappointment.
When the first word came out of your mouth, he took a
sharp breath and turned to look at you making you close your mouth again. It
was hard for you to explain yourself but you had to. You owed him that.
“Harry I- I don’t know how it happened I swear. You know
I would never do that to you”, you started but he just shook his head.
“I hope your reason is good enough”, was the only
thing that was aimed at you and you were ready to break down.
“All these days, I wanted to come up with something
extraordinary for your birthday. I didn’t want it to be like all the previous years.
But I lost track of time and the day came and I don’t know. I was so caught up
trying to please you that I did the exact opposite. I am so sorry Harry, I really
am”, you started to walk towards him but you stopped when he made a step back.
“Is that so? I hope this is the reason yeh were so distant
all these days and not somethin’ else. Or better yet, someone else”, Harry said
venomously and it was your turn to take a step back. Was Harry really hinting
that you were seeing someone else behind his back? This had your blood boiling
in a matter of seconds.
“Excuse you? I know I messed up and forgot about your
birthday but this gives you no right to accuse me of something so wrong! You know
me! I would never do such a thing to you! Are you kidding me?”, you said
clearly offended throwing your hands in the air.
“I don’t know Y/N! First, yeh are all closed up and
yeh only call meh one time in the day when yeh used to call meh at least three!
Next thin’ I know, I get no wishes from meh girlfriend! And I had to lie to
everyone that yeh couldn’t make it tonight!”, Harry screamed at you.
“This is what it’s all about, isn’t it? All you think
of is what other people will say and how you will be able to make up a story of
why I am missing! I never asked you to do it Harry! And I already apologized for
forgetting your birthday!”, you said and turned around not wanting Harry to see
“Your tears aren’t goin’ to save yeh this time Y/N!”,
Harry said and you had enough.
“You know what? I still don’t understand why you are
so worked up. I thought I showed you my real self but I guess I was wrong. You got
it all wrong Harry”, you said, looking disappointedly at him.
“So now this is meh fault? I really didn’t see that
comin’”, Harry said sarcastically laughing to himself while you were standing
there looking at him in disbelief. He was exaggerating and you had no clue why.
Yes, forgetting about his birthday was something serious but was it serious
enough for such an outrage?
“I want you to calm down Harry. I don’t know where
this is all coming from but let me tell you it is nonsense”, you tried to reach
out for him but decided against it and stayed put.
“You slippin’ through meh fingers is nonsense to you?
Glad to know Y/N!”, Harry shouted and you covered your ears. That was it. He
needed to calm down right now.
“No one is slipping through your fingers Harry! And if
you don’t want it to happen anytime soon, you have to calm down so once you do,
call me so we can discuss about it like the adults we are!”, you said furiously
and got out of the room, put your shoes on and slammed the door shut, leaving a
determined Harry behind, ready to walk out the house and come find you.
This took an unexpectedly angsty turn may I add. I feel like I haven’t written for years damn. How are you all? I hope you are doing great! I want to thank the people who dropped this request in my inbox and I truly hope you liked it! I surely liked writing it! (Yes, I am a sucker for angst, how did you know?) Don’t forget that my inbox is open and requests are too! Have a good day/night!
seokjin x reader genre/warnings—
smut, fluff words—
Jin used to date, but things ended pretty quickly, realising that maybe you
guys weren’t meant to be. Over the past couple of months, he’s had to watch you
with another guy, knowing it wasn’t right. However, what can he do when he’s
stuck in a grey zone… he knows he too, isn’t right for you, but all he wants is
to hold you…?
Please do a preference or blurb where Gemma or Anne don't like you or think that you're using him for money (which makes you really insecure about him buying you stuff)and Harry finds out about it and is really upset about it.
You didn’t come from a wealthy family. In fact, most of your childhood was spent scraping for your last dollar hidden in couch cushions and eating less when your parents were in between jobs.
That being said, you weren’t poor either. Your parents could afford to send you to a good school, and you came home each day able to do your homework to earn good grades, without having to deal with any extra work. You were just strictly middle class.
When you met Harry, you were in your second year of university, and in the midst of all your student debt, Harry showed you what it felt to have no regard whatsoever for the price of things. He took you to amusement parks and sent you gifts you’ve been eyeing for months. Of course, these were just little side effects.
Harry was kind and humorous and treated you like you have never been treated before. Within the first few months of you two dating, he acted as if he was still courting you. Flowers and chocolates were sent almost weekly, and you spent every waking moment (apart from attending school, of course) with him. You were madly in love.
“I want you to meet my family.”
You and Harry were ice skating when he suddenly pulled you to a stop and took your face into his palms. His breath was visible in the air between you two, and his green eyes were bright and vivid. You stammer, “M-Meet y-your f-family? Like n-now?”
He chuckles, brushing back a stray piece of your hair, and says, “Not now. But soon.”
Harry’s smile doesn’t break. “My birthday.”
Your knees suddenly start to buckle, and Harry catches you in time before you have the chance to fall. “Your birthday is in a week,” you huff, stabilising yourself back on the ice. “I thought it was just going to be the two of us. Cuddled up in bed the entire day…or something.” You add the last part to make it didn’t seem as if you were greatly looking forward to the plan. You were. A day with just him and no one else? Nothing was better.
“Yeah,” Harry stretches the word out, and you see the shift in attitude in his eyes. “But I was thinking, since my mum and Gemma are gonna be in London that week, we could just invite them over.”
“We’ve been together for a year,” you hesitate. “Would Gemma and Anne really–?”
“Yes.” Harry interrupts, pressing a kiss to your shaking lips. “I love you and you love me. I want my family to see how happy we are.”
You think for a minute, not ready to meet the two most important women in his life, but also not wanting to disappoint the soon-to-be birthday boy. “Okay,” you sigh, finally giving in.
“Good, because I already invited them over to stay with us.”
“Harry! I haven’t seen you in forever!”
Your hands are shaking in the pockets of your pants as you watch Anne and Gemma tumble over the threshold and into Harry’s waiting arms. You stand to the side of the room, by the fireplace, unsure as to what to do or what to say. Luckily, Harry sensed your nervousness and after embracing both women, he gestured towards you with a bright smile. “This is Y/N. She’s the one I’ve been talking about.”
“More like endlessly rambling about,” murmured Gemma and she and Anne shared a laugh. You smile as Harry’s mother walks over to hug you, and keep smiling when Gemma’s arms wrap around you.
Harry announces, “I’m going to go make some drinks and snacks for all of us. You three get to know each other. I have a feeling you will be seeing each other a lot.”
And with that, he leaves the room. You sit down on the nearest sofa, and Gemma and Anne follow suit, both stopping to remove their coats first. “So,” you try, “how was the travel–”
“That’s a nice belt,” Gemma interrupts. You frown, glancing down at your waist. “Is that Gucci?”
You nod. “Harry got it for me on my birthday. I begged him not to but–”
“But you accepted it anyways,” Anne finishes, her voice laced with poison.
“Yes,” you whisper under your breath.
“Where did you go to university, Y/N?” Gemma asks.
“Wow. Ivy league. You must be drowning in student debt right now.”
“Yeah,” you smile, thinking she was joking. “I can barely afford–”
“Those boots?” Anne chirps in. “Are those Harry’s?”
You look down to see that they, indeed, were. You didn’t even notice. You just needed something comfy to slip your freezing feet into. “I guess they are,” you murmur.
Gemma clears her throat, and it makes you look up at the female version of your boyfriend. “Harry wears his heart on his sleeve, bless him, but he is often blind when women like you come sneaking along. But not me. And not Anne. Harry might think you love him, but you don’t have us fooled, you money-digging–”
“Snacks!” Harry bursts out from the kitchen at that exact second, and you have enough time to wipe away a single tear before he places down a giant plate of crackers in front of you all. “The drinks are still inside, but I was too excited to wait.”
Anne knits her eyebrows together, and she’s smiling that easy smile that makes Harry believe it never left her face. “Too excited for what?”
But Harry’s already reaching into the coat cabinet, and pulls out a hidden box wrapped in bright red. He walks over to you, beaming, and says, “For you, my sweetheart.”
Your lips part in surprise, and even though you don’t take your eyes off of Harry’s, you can sense Gemma and Anne glaring at you. “What is this?” You ask as Harry drops it onto your lap.
“A little something. Open it and see.” He drops his head to the side and looks up at you with loving eyes. You bite the inside of your cheek as you start to unwrap it.
“What is it?” Gemma asks, peeking over her brother’s shoulder. “Shit.”
Diamonds are reflected in her eyes. Harry explains, “I had it custom made for you. See? It’s my name and your name loosely written on the sides. You lost your bracelet last week, and I wanted to make it up to you.”
“But it’s not even my birthday,” you whisper, eyes glazing over. It was beautiful. Too beautiful for your hands to touch.
“I know,” he presses a kiss to the side of your head. “But you make me so happy, I just couldn’t resist. I was going to give it to you after the night was over as a thank you for meeting my family, but I couldn’t wait.”
“Harry,” you whisper, tears threatening to spill. You still don’t dare to touch it. “You shouldn’t have.”
Harry opens his mouth to say something, but Anne interrupts, “Harry, I think the drinks are getting cold.” Harry looks up at his mother, and then back at you, before disappearing back into the kitchen.
“Why aren’t you smiling?” Gemma hisses. “This is what you want, isn’t it? This is why you have him wrapped around your finger.”
“I love him,” you murmur softly. “I love him with all my heart. I would love him if he had nothing.”
Anne shrugs. “Even if that’s true, I guess we’ll never know now.”
“I love him!” You repeat, louder, more frantic than before. A tear spills onto the bracelet that is still wrapped up in velvet.
“Then why don’t you just rip that bracelet apart?” Gemma barks. “Rip it to prove that it doesn’t matter.”
“It’s expensive,” you murmur. “It’s priceless. I can’t possibly…I can’t…”
“That’s because you don’t want to,” Anne snarls. “Gemma is right. You’re nothing but a gold digger. A nasty gold digger that is going to stay away from Harry from now on.”
“Drinks!” Harry strides into the room (again, at the worst timing possible), and immediately notices the tension. “What happened?”
You immediately rise from your seat, picking up his present for you and discarding it on the table. “I don’t feel too well,” you lie. “I’m going to go rest for a bit.”
“Do you want your–” You didn’t even have to turn around to know that Harry was pointing towards your bracelet.
You don’t know how much time has passed. Hours, probably. Gemma and Anne have already left. The house is quiet. Harry climbs into bed and sighs, “If you don’t like it, you can just tell me.”
You furrow your eyebrows. “Don’t like what?”
He looks at you pointedly. “The bracelet.” He replies obviously. “I can return it and exchange it for whatever you want tomorrow. Just say the word.”
“Don’t,” you blurt out. “Get a refund and donate the cash to charity.”
This is when he notices the huge pile of things in the corner of the room. “Is that–?” All the things that Harry has ever bought you were placed in the corner of the room. He whips his head back to you. “What’s wrong? Did Anne or Gemma say anything?”
“No,” you whisper. He can tell you’re lying in less than second.
“What did they say?” He pulls you closer to him. “Tell me.”
“Nothing,” you try again, but he’s not buying it. Finally, you confess, “They said I was just using you for money…” Tears start to build up in your eyes again, and this time, they fall. “They said…They said I was a gold digger…but..but Harry I’m not, and I tried to tell them, but they wouldn’t listen.”
Harry’s breath catches in his throat. Then, without warning, he immediately jumps out of bed and rushes to where his phone lays on top of his cabinet. “What are you doing?” You ask, nose already started to clog up from the tears.
He presses his phone against his ear, and in less than a beat, he’s screaming, “DID YOU CALL Y/N A GOLD DIGGER?” Oh shit. “How dare you accuse the woman I love–” He pauses, face scrunching up in disgust at whatever is being said from the other line. “All that is untrue. What kind of stories have you been reading? I’m not speaking to you both until an apology is issued.”
And with that, he hangs up the phone.
“Harry, you didn’t have to do that,” you say as he crawls back into bed with you.
“I don’t have to do a lot of things. I don’t have to buy you stuff you don’t need, but I do because I want to show you how much I love you. I don’t have to devote my entire life to writing songs, but I do because I would never prefer doing something else. But what I need to do is to make sure that my girlfriend knows that she is an important part of who I am, and to make sure no one tells her anything else.”
this is so shit and i might rewrite it but i felt so bad for not writing in a while so i just needed to post something but might take it down later because i am so unhappy with this ending.
whenever Annabeth tags along to watch Percy skate she always makes sure to bring a gatorade cause he always forgets to grab something to drink before leaving the house
Percy changes his outfit a minimum of three times before every date him and Annabeth go on because even after all this time he just wants to impress her
Annabeth saves up for months to be able to buy Percy tickets to a Knicks game for his birthday
Percy remembers Annabeth talking about this fancy calculator she had her eye on and while out with Sally one day he spots it and happens to have enough saved up to buy it for her
Annabeth sits through a four hour make up lesson from the Aphrodite cabin because she finds herself delving into her femininity– her heart flutters when Percy notices the simple eye liner and blush she wears on their next night out
whenever they go to the movies, Percy sneaks in a box of hot tamales for Annabeth to enjoy
Annabeth organizes what she calls play dates for Percy and Grover, coordinating their schedules in the hyper efficient way that only she can, when she thinks they’ve gone too long since hanging out
Percy always asks how her dad and brothers are doing. It’s the only slightly subtle way he knows how to push her to talk to them because even though she’ll never admit it, he knows she misses them.
Annabeth looks up tutorials and walk throughs on Percy’s favorite video games so that she can give him a real run for his money but mostly because she loves the way he sticks his tongue out a little bit and furrows his brow when he’s concentrating on the screen
Percy signs up for the email lists at Annabeth’s favorite museums that way he knows when exhibits she would enjoy are in town
there is a Saturday when Percy has an extra basketball practice, so Annabeth spends the afternoon getting frames for the posters on his wall and putting them up– when he gets home she’s laying on his bed and has one of his sweatshirts on while she reads. He can’t help but think how he can’t wait to come home to this for the rest of his life.
He woke up to the sounds of the ocean kissing the sandy shore.
He couldn’t remember what time they finally fell asleep the night before. Sleep had already started to overcome him during the last little bit of the night so he hadn’t been fully conscious, but he did remember a few things: stealing soft kisses and gentle whispers, and the sound of her laugh harmonizing with the sound of the waves.
He’d never seen Cal that relaxed before, and it brought her to a whole new dimension that only made him fall even deeper—it was almost like she was a new person every day. Like she was constantly shifting into new versions of herself.
He turned over in the bed to look at her—she was laying on her stomach, one of her arms resting by her head as the other remained down at her side. Her shoulders were rising and falling calmly with every breath that she took, and it was almost soothing to see her this relaxed—she had this resilient intensity about her all of the time that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and watching her sound asleep was perhaps the only time that he saw her with her defences completely lowered.
He groaned inaudibly as he gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up in the bed carefully as not to wake her up. As much as he wanted to stay, he needed to get back to the studio to keep working. He slipped out of the bed and padded across the room quietly, and after some debate, he decided to leave her a note. He didn’t want her to think that he was running off, but he also didn’t want to wake her—he wrote her the note and left it on the bed beside her frame, slipping out of the little home and making his way back to the studio.
Calliope woke up hours later to the beeping of her alarm going off on her watch.
When Remus is 11 years old, he finally learns what it means to have friends. He learns that to have friends means having someone to share his time with, someone to help him with his homework and someone he can offer his own aid in return to, someone to have whispered conversations with after the sun has set and he’s supposed to be asleep, someone who sneaks into his bed to punch his shoulder and ask him what he’s been up to today. Even when the dormitories have long since fallen silent and he can’t see anything in the compact darkness of his bed, he can feel Sirius’ smile a mere few inches from his own.
When Remus is 14 years old, he learns what it means to fall in love. He learns that to be in love means that every time he sees Sirius, his stomach flutters, that his mood brightens every time Sirius gives him attention, that his skin burns every time Sirius touches him, that the last thing he thinks about before falling asleep at night is Sirius’ smile. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do about his feelings and for the time being, it doesn’t bother him. He’s happy to love Sirius from a metaphorical distance, because after all, Sirius smiles more at Remus than at anyone else.
When Remus is 15 years old, he learns what it means to have his heart broken. He learns that to have his heart broken means watching Sirius parade around the hallways, hand in hand with his new girlfriend, watching them share an armchair in the common room every evening, watching them share kisses before and during classes. He refuses to acknowledge the hollow feeling in his chest and when James asks him what’s going on, he gives an noncommittal sound in response. Sirius still smiles at Remus more often than not, but not as often as he smiles at his girlfriend.
When Remus is 16 years old, he learns what it means to have his heart mended. He learns that to have his heart mended means wanting to burst from happiness, wanting to touch Sirius all the time, wanting to tell McGonagall go do something unmentionable to herself when she tells Sirius to go sit somewhere that isn’t next to Remus. They spend what feels like hours every evening in Sirius’ bed, kissing and touching and having mumbling conversations about everything they’re gonna do together once they’re done with school. Sirius smiles happily when Remus tells him, blushing, that he doesn’t much care what he does as long as he’s doing it with Sirius.
When Remus is 21 years old, he re-learns what it means to have his heart broken. He learns that to have a broken heart can come from having two of your best friends brutally murdered, from finding out the reason they were murdered was that their best friend, Remus’ boyfriend, betrayed them, from coming home to an empty flat where everything from the large clock on the wall to the very ceiling whisper about memories of happier times. Remus sits on the couch every evening, staring out into open air. Once in a while, his eyes stray to the photo of himself and Sirius sitting on the book shelf. Sirius is smiling at the Remus in the picture, and the Remus that’s sitting on the couch doesn’t bother fighting the tears, for once in his life.
When Remus is 34 years old, he learns what it means to have his will to live being reignited. He learns that to have his will to live being reignited means being filled with heat from top to bottom, being something that resembles happy, being able to think to himself that maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance he won’t grow old alone. When Sirius has to flee, Remus doesn’t get the chance to say goodbye, but he doesn’t miss the way Sirius smiles at him for a fleeting moment in the Shrieking Shack.
When Remus is 36 years old, he learns what it means to watch the love of his life be ripped away permanently. He learns that to watch the love of his life be ripped away permanently means having his insides turn to stone, having every last trace of hope in his chest vanish, having the vague sense of happiness that’s been building up inside him over the last two years be cruelly torn out by the roots. He watches as the curse hits Sirius in the chest and makes him stumble backwards, hears Harry’s screams and on pure instinct rushes forward to hold him back.
Sirius smiles at Remus as he disappears.
It’ll be the first and last time Remus doesn’t smile back at Sirius.
The most important MHA question: which of the kids really quietly notes whenever anyone says their birthday and always has a treat for the birthday kid? And it always a surprise because the kid doesn't ask for their birthdays, just listened to other conversations.
i think Izuku makes notes of their birthdays but i’m not sure he’s the type to actually like.. go out of his way to get them something. like. he’s just gathering info on them b/c he’s analytical like that and that’s just how he is. the actual concept of getting them something honestly doesn’t cross his mind until someone actually brings it up or it’s a few days before someone’s birthday and he’s like ‘OH WAIT’
(All Might, similar to Izuku, often forgets birthdays until about the day or so before. he usually has so much on his plate that details like dates and holidays and anniversaries usually slip his mind, but he always tries to make it up as best he can, usually very boisterously)
as for the rest of the class….
i think Kirishima is definitely the type to do this. he just quietly makes a mental note when his friend’s birthdays are and he surprises them with a gift and no one ever expects it. it’s always something he thinks is super manly and he always tries to get them something they’d like
Iida also does this b/c it’s just the polite thing to do and he’ll get everyone in the class a small, appropriate gift no matter who it is. (usually it’s something very practical, and he thinks himself very clever for getting them something so useful, tho he does try to match it to their personality) (he may or may not have looked up their birthdays instead of just listening in but)
Tsuyu absolutely remembers birthdays and likes to hand-make little cards for her classmates (she’s used to doing this for her younger siblings). she always signs them with a cute little frog doodle
shockingly, Aoyama does this. he always makes a note of when someone’s birthday comes up and tries his best to get them the absolute best, amazing, most sparkly gift ever for their special day, b/c any gift from him needs to sparkle just as amazingly as he does. (he usually gets them something in their favorite color) (he does this b/c he really wants to become closer to the class and be on the same level as them and this is one of his ways of doing so)
Bakugou also does this but only for the people he actually gives a shit about. but he’s also like….. incredibly bad with giving gifts and showing emotion and being sentimental at all so he usually just tries to be less of an ass to them that day. maybe gives them a couple compliments (framed like insults b/c that’s who he is). tolerates them slightly more than usual. maybe buys them a snack. etc
Shouji. he’s got eyes and ears everywhere (literally) so when he hears about someone’s birthday coming up, he’ll get them something small. he tries to personalize gifts, so Tsuyu would get a cute frog plush, or Bakugou would get a cool looking skull shirt, or Izuku would get something All Might themed
Jirou. she can listen in on any convo and sometimes she just overhears stuff. she’ll usually just buy some chocolate or candy for them
Todoroki. at first he didn’t really pay much attention b/c he just… was so focused on himself and his personal issues and his goals and he didn’t really notice much else around him. but after his fight with Izuku and the incident with Stain, he tries to notice more about the other kids around him, and will secretly try to figure out what they like so he can get them a good gift. he’s super new at this stuff and he doesn’t really know what the proper procedure is, but he really wants to make up for how he was before and he wants to be a better classmate and friend and to make a better impression and he is just so very earnest. (he’ll usually get them something that’s usually a bit… too expensive and extravagant, but still very simple.)
Momo. similar to Todoroki, she really just wants to make a good impression and to make her classmates happy b/c she loves being useful and helpful and being nice. she always gets something that’s usually WAYYYY too expensive b/c she grew up super rich and has like no idea that she doesn’t have to spend that much on birthday gifts for her classmates, but she’s just so earnest and she just wants to help and give them a good birthday and none of the kids really fault her for accidentally showing off how rich she is b/c she’s just so cute and earnest and nice and sweet
Mic and Aizawa. Mic especially. he always remembers people’s birthdays and tries to make a little party out of it. Aizawa remembers and he usually just gets them something really small (like a gashapon toy or something)
i added a few of the teachers to this, i hope you don’t mind!!!
Jack Zimmermann joins a photography class/group at a library in Providence. He’s just known as Jack there. Maybe only like one person there knows that he is THE Jack Zimmermann and that’s only because of the registration. He makes sure to never wear any Falcs gear or Falcs colors
He keeps a low profile, he’s quiet but he offers up good critique. He has a good eye. A genuine desire and enthusiasm to become better. Everyone really likes him.
Slowly he becomes less nervous and anxious and more comfortable around the group. He’s not worried that he’s going to be judged or found out and given unfair treatment.
And they notice. Because he laughs more. Even smiles. He lingers once sessions are over. Gets together for coffee when his schedule allows, both after sessions and on days off.
He starts bringing in things that Bitty made but he won’t get a chance to eat, or that Bitty made for him to bring.
He warns the group when he won’t be able to attend.
He slowly starts bringing in more photos, not just local scenery and geese.
He brings in photos he takes when he visits the Haus. When Bitty is visiting. When he’s on roadies. He doesn’t show any faces.
The photos of Bitty are of his hands. His back and shoulders. There’s a few neck down shots of him working in the kitchen in Jack’s apartment.
The group realizes how big a sign of trust this is.
Slowly the group puts together WHO Jack is. They each have a quiet oh moment and move on. They have a meeting outside of their meetings without Jack and agree that they really like the person that they’ve gotten to know and don’t want to spook him. They like Jack from Photo Group and don’t care that he’s Jack Zimmermann.
They also realize how important Bitty is to him, make the connection from the person in the photos and the baked goods he sometimes brings with him. Again it’s something they decide not to bring up.
They don’t say anything when Jack comes in late and tired, looking worse for wear after a game or a long flight. Don’t mention any injuries aside from wishing him a speedy recovery.
Jack eventually grows so comfortable that he brings Bitty with him. He doesn’t introduce him as his boyfriend but there’s an instant understanding with everyone in the room. They connect the photos and the baked goods and see the way the two act around each other and make ANOTHER vow.
They love it when Bitty comes because Jack is always at his happiest and Bitty always brings baskets full of goodies. The first time he meets them he asks them all their likes and dislikes and the next time Bitty brings something for each of them.
It gets to the point where Bitty is sending Jack in with goodies for birthdays and such when he can’t make it and being like “This is from Eric, he’s sorry he couldn’t make it”
They love Jack and Bitty and don’t want to make things awkward and like it’s just an open secret. They know who Jack is and that his friend Eric is his boyfriend but they don’t say anything. And Jack and Bits don’t say anything to them.
Bitty invites them over to Jack’s apartment for a dinner party. Something he made for his vlog.
And of course because Bits is there he tweets about it and Instagrams it. And Jack Instagrams it. (He has two. One that’s for his photography and is personal and anonymous and one that’s his JZimms official account).
And after the party one of the members of the group is just scrolling through their phone when they’re at home/hanging out with friends/family and someone is like “IS THAT JACK ZIMMERMANN?” And they’re like “Yeah, he’s in my photography group.” And they’re just freaking out and the person from the group is like ???? He’s Jack from photo. He’s really chill. He always brings us treats and he’s got a really great eye and he gives really good critique.
In honor of H’s 23 birthday, enjoy this little one shot! :)
Plot: What to get to the man who has everything?
Three weeks to H’s Birthday:
“Baby,” Harry groaned exasperation. His eyes rolled back and he let his head drop for a moment, appearing to be completely and utterly done with the subject I had been bugging him with for a few hours now as well as over the past days.
Harry’s birthday present.
And still, he was being close to no help. His eyes met mine and I whined, wanting him to take me seriously, because even though we (admittedly) had been discussing this topic a bit too long now, he somehow still didn’t understand my point. Birthdays were something I took very seriously, especially Harry’s. It was the first time for me to celebrate his birthday with him given that our relationship was only a few months old and all I wanted was him to be showered with love and spoiled silly. I wanted to make him happy. Planning his day wasn’t the problem, it was easy. I would spend the night before with him, mainly so I could make sure him being spoiled would start early in the morning already (breakfast in bed, maybe some sex) but most of all I wanted to stay with him because I knew how Harry didn’t like having to sleep and wake up alone. It made my heart ache a little bit and fall even more in love with his sensitive and gentle soul and so I liked the idea of him not having to do that on his birthday, too. Later, we would have lunch with his mother, sister and step-father so we would be able to exchange gifts quietly and just in the presence of his immediate family. Harry absolutely adored them and I knew he’d love being able to be with just his family for a while, before his friends would join us for a dinner at his favorite restaurant. It was a simple plan and wouldn’t entail too many surprises for him, but I knew that would be what Harry enjoyed most. All of his life was always extravagant and a big deal, so I imagined him having simple family time would be just what he’d need. What had been giving me a headache for a while now was the most difficult question I’d ever had to ask myself. What makes a good present to a person who could buy the world?
“You are so difficult sometimes,” I argued quietly, nudging Harry’s hip with my own.
We were standing in my tiny kitchen and cooking dinner together, well, less cooking and more arguing about his upcoming birthday. The pans were still empty and the table wasn’t set either. Three weeks. I had three weeks left to get him the perfect present and I was absolutely clueless.
Harry laughed. “Says the one who’s been worrying herself silly over a present for a birthday who’s almost a month away.”
I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just shouldn’t get you anything then. If I’m just being silly.”
My body turned and I went to reach for two wine glasses, almost dropping them when Harry startled me by wrapping both of his arms around my waist. His chest hit my back and I squealed when his head buried itself into my neck, releasing puffs of hot breath, making me squeal.
“You wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly, sounding like a little boy who’d been denied… well, his birthday present.
“Oh wouldn’t I, Styles?” I giggled, squeezing his wrists through the thick material of his grey jumper.
He shook his head, lips ghosting over my skin and I relaxed into him. “Don’t think you would.”
And of course I wouldn’t. But I really was lost. In my imagination, I could see his face lighting up with that beautiful smile of his and his pretty eyes would sparkle in surprise and happiness. I wanted that image to be reality, had seen him wear the expression on other occasions before and I wanted to be the reason why he wore it on his birthday. And the one bloody thing needed for that to happen was missing. An idea.
Two weeks to H’s Birthday:
In my desperate situation I’d called up the only person I could think of, who knew Harry better than anybody else did. His mother. Anne and I were sat in a small cafe just around the corner of where Harry lived. I held my mug of hot chocolate tightly and listened eagerly to the stories Anne had to tell, all of them involving a much younger version of Harry. Anne waved her hands in the air, mimicking Harry’s desperate attempt of rollerblading and I laughed out loud.
“He sounds like he was an incredibly clumsy child,” I giggled.
“Oh he was,” Anne smiled with a nod, “Still is, really. You’ve seen how he used to stumble around on stage. Even broke his foot once, the silly boy.”
“Oh right, I forgot about that!”
Anne chuckled and kindly offered me some of her cookie, which I happily accepted.
“So,” she began, handing me a piece of her desert, “I’m sure there’s a other reason behind you summoning me, other then hearing stories you can mock my son with later.”
I laughed gently and nodded. “Though, I could listed to those stories all day, I did call because I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”
A small frown took over Anne’s kind features and she set down her cup. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing too serious,” I quickly assured, not wanting her to worry, “It’s going to sound silly to you, I’m sure. But I just can’t come up with a good idea for a gift for Harry.”
My eyes met hers and I sensed that she was about to ask if I was kidding, because of course it sounded stupid to anyone else, and so I carried on quickly.
“His birthday, is coming closer and closer and I can’t figure out what to get him! That man has everything and if he doesn’t, then he buys it the next day. And even when I finally find something he hasn’t seen before but would love, it costs so much more than what I have! It’s so frustrating ‘cause all I want is to make him happy and surprise him with something nice but I can’t even get him something as simple as clothing! He came around with a cardigan just yesterday that cost £5000! I don’t even own anything that expensive! That piece of clothing he loves, is worth two months of my rent.”
Anne bit her lower lip, her expression serious again and I sighed. I felt so whiny and like an uncreative child, but I really was at my wit’s end.
“It’s the first birthday I get to spend with him and I’m going to fail him completely.”
My eyes lowered to my mug and I tapped the porcelain lightly, feeling defeated.
“Sweetheart,” Anne said kindly, “Harry will love whatever it is you get him. He adores you.”
A small smiled tugged at my lips and I blushed at her words. “I don’t want him to like it simply 'cause it’s from me, though.”
I raised the cup of chocolate to my lips and took a sip, then decided to just come clean with my greatest worry.
“The women he’s been with before me,” I began quietly, avoiding Anne’s patient gaze, “were rich enough to get him the world. What if he realizes that I’m just not… I don’t know. Suitable for his standards?”
The worry sounded stupid when it’d come to my mind the first time, but it’d stayed. Kendall Jenner, the last girl Harry had been involved with before me, was probably just as, if not even richer than he was himself. Same counted for Taylor Swift. They could go wherever he wanted to go, dress just as expensively and rent entire venues for him to host his party. Me? I had to scrap anything I had together every single month so I could afford my tiny apartment in London. Harry of course was aware that I couldn’t afford the same lifestyle as he had, but sometimes, especially when he came around with a £5000 cardigan, I wondered if he was aware how much money he actually had compared to what ordinary people earned. When I dared looking at Anne again, she surprised me by wearing a bright smile. Both of her hands reached over the table and she took hold of my own, squeezing my fingers in a comforting gesture.
“Him thinking you aren’t suitable for him is absolutely and a hundred percent impossible, Y/N. Believe me.”
“You think so?” I asked timidly.
She nodded, still smiling confidently.
“The women Harry was with in the past,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment, then she continued, “were lovely, sure. But they never stayed around long. They never mattered to him as much as you do. He never brought one home, only introduced them casually over a dinner or sometimes not at all. Trust me, sweetheart, you are the first one he’s let get close to his heart and I can see it every day. You might not notice it because you’ve never seen him without it, but since you’re in his life, there’s an extra sparkle in his eyes and his smile is just a tiny little bit wider. He told me he’s been getting more sleep and that he even learned how to cook. That’s your influence on him, I know that. You’re taking care of him and that means the world. So trust me on this, you give him enough of what he couldn’t get himself every day. No birthday present could ever make you a failure to him.”
“Oh, Anne,” I almost squealed, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed her fingers in return and sniffled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.
She squeezed my hands once more and just like her son, her comforting aura was enough to ease me.
“And besides,” she continued in a giggle, “if he thinks I’m getting him anything even remotely close to £5000, he’s gone mad.”
My lips lingered on the warm skin of Harry’s cheek and I giggled when I felt his smile beneath my lips. Harry’s hand found mine on his knee and he interlocked our fingers, humming quietly in appreciation. I could hear Gemma snicker at our interaction and I pressed another kiss to his jaw, then I withdrew. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could read his surprise in them. Normally I wasn’t as touchy feely with him when his family was around, but today I couldn’t help myself. My Harry was officially 23 years old. I couldn’t believe it. We were sat on the couch in Harry’s living room, Gemma, Anne, Robing, Harry and me. There was cake and coffee on the small table along with the presents we’d bought for him. So far, the day had gone neatly and after the chat I had had with Anne, I felt confident about my choice of present, too. Harry seemed so happy, relaxed and like he was enjoying himself. Just like I had intended to do, I’d been showering him with love all day long, waking him up with kisses and embracing him every few minutes. For breakfast I’d made him pancakes, bacon and eggs, making sure that the only healthy thing he got was a smoothie. And the sex well, had been mind-blowing. I squeezed Harry’s fingers tightly and blushed when he pressed his lips to my own cheek for a moment, as he wasn’t too much into PDA himself either, then he turned to engage in the conversation his family was leading.
“Harry,” Robing began, “I know you’re not a kid anymore, but do you want me to initiate that it’s time for you to get your presents?”
“That would be great,” Harry laughed, letting his arm rest around my waist in a loose hold.
I smiled at him lovingly and felt my stomach flutter when Harry pulled me even closer into his side, sharing his warmth with me. How did he always smell so good? The first present he opened was Gemma’s. He let go of me and got up to hug her in thanks and joked about how it was the exact same thing he’d been thinking of getting her only weeks ago and she giggled, muttering a “liar” under her breath. Next came Anne and Robin’s present, then came mine. My fingers itched and I swallowed. Though I wasn’t worried about Harry not liking my present, I was very eager to see the excited expression on his face.
“S'big,” Harry said, giving me an impressed glance when he picked up the box I’d wrapped neatly with blue wrapping paper.
He carefully began to pull at it with care as if the paper wasn’t actually meant to be ripped apart and I giggled, resting one of my hands on his shoulder to squeeze it. He was so adorable. Once finished, he began to tap the cartoon box as if expecting a noise and I giggled at his comedic and silly behavior. Anne shook her head at him but the smile plastered on her face was a big enough sign that she was just as delighted to be here with her son as I was. With careful fingers Harry continued to open the box and my heart squeezed when he smiled instantly. Since I hadn’t been able to decide on one present for him, I’d gotten him several. The first item Harry revealed was a bottle of massage oil, his favorite with the soft smell of almond mixed with vanilla. I’d remembered the many evenings where I’d found him on his couch, face a grimace of pain and exhaustion where he claimed nothing could ease and soothe him better than my fingers massaging his tense muscles. Though I was tired on most night when I came home after a long day, I’d always given in. Seeing Harry unhappy was enough of a persuasion to make me help him.
“For when your back is acting up again,” I murmured quietly, allowing my hand to run down Harry’s back in a soothing gesture, “Won’t even complain about it, I promise.”
He chuckled and nodded, setting the bottle to the side before sticking his hand back into the box in search for the next item I’d gotten him.
“Oh I wanted to get that one myself!” Gemma exclaimed when Harry held up the navy blue nail polish.
“Do you think I can pull this color off?” Harry asked me, a smile on his face. “S'a bit flashy, don’t you think?”
“It’s blue, Harry,” I laughed, “Pink would be flashy. And of course you and pull this off. There’s nothing you couldn’t, really.”
The next and last item Harry pulled out of the box was a small journal, similar to the one he already owned.
“I saw yours is almost full,” I explained when Harry smiled at the new journal.
It had the same leather cover as his other one did and since he’d decorated it with small stickers and words, I’d allowed myself to leave my own small message to him. A tiny inscription saying you’re my favorite right at the bottom of the right corner. I’d scraped it into the leather, making it a permanent decoration so he’d have something to remind him of me when we were forced to be apart.
Harry actually blushed when his thumb stroke over the words and he momentarily leaned into my side. My heart hammered in my chest.
“Open it,” I whispered quietly.
He glanced at me briefly, then he opened it slowly. At first he didn’t see it, but once he turned some of the pages he noticed that some of them were already used. And once he began to read what I’d written, he teared up. The grin on his face grew, revealing his loveably dimples and his widened.
“Y/N,” Harry sighed and shook his head.
His fingers kept on running over the paper and he swallowed visibly. He looked as if he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were reading and one of his hands found mine.
“What?” Anne asked, leaning up so she could catch a peek as well.
“They’re just some notes about us,” I explained.
But they weren’t really, not just some notes. I’d filled the pages with small texts and short sentences, all of them about Harry and me. They were tiny stories about us, remembering our first kiss, the one we’d shared standing on Jack’s balcony while all of our friends were celebrating and partying indoors. The second paragraph I wrote about how I’d felt when I’d first met Harry, how excited I’d been and how I hadn’t stopped thinking of him since then. I even admitted that I’d fallen a tiny bit in love with him already. Harry’s eyes were still teary when he read a few more pages, then he closed the book.
“I love it.”
The words were whispered to the journal, his head held low. His hands clenched around the item and he sniffled noisily. My fingers squeezed his hand and I pressed another kiss to his arm. This was better than having wearing a wide grin. The present, one that I’d gotten him for a reasonable price, had actually made him speechless.
“I’m glad, Harry,” I giggled.
Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to every single one of you who takes the time to read my one shots! I’m so excited and happy about every note I get.
Summary: Jugheads preoccupied trying to solve Jason Blossom’s murder and forgets your birthday in the process.
A/N: riverdale imagines soon!!!
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Friday nights were usually quiet for you and Jughead but as
of lately, he’d been restless, trying to solve the case of Jason Blossom.
In a way you were glad he had something to focus on – he’d been
pretty bummed out over his dad lately.
“Cake?” you ask him, holding out your plate as you join him
on your bed. He shakes his head, dragging him thumb over his bottom lip as his
eyes skim an article on his laptop.
“What are you reading?”
“Hm? Just – just something,” he shrugs, angling the screen
away from you.
That was the only part that sucked.
Since he’d formed his super team with Betty, Archie and
Veronica, you’d felt left out. But it didn’t seem fair to complain about him
making friends where he lacked in family; you wanted him to be happy, you just
wanted to be a part of it.
“So, for my birthday this weekend I was thinking we could just
grab dinner. Just you and me,” you raise a brow, “Mom’s out of town as usual
and I don’t feel like throwing a party.”
“Isn’t that your favourite pass time?” he asks, smiling
slightly as he keeps reading.
“Not since I started dating you,” you nudge him, “I know
that stuff isn’t your scene and it’s important to me that we spend my birthday
together. It’s our one year anniversary,” you say.
Jughead had crashed your birthday last year, unwillingly,
when Archie dragged him to it. The parties you threw were big ones, all social
groups at the school came and you liked it that way – everyone mixing together.
You were surprised to see Jughead and somehow the two of you
hit it off and ended up dating. Jughead always joked about how it was the most
unusual way to start dating someone for him – you were the opposite of his
But after a year of dating him, the two of you were almost
the same person. You’d adapted each other’s habits and found a way to get
around the ones that you couldn’t.
“That sounds perfect, y/n,” he says, pressing a kiss to your
cheek before turning to his laptop.
You lean against the headboard
with a small smile, satisfied. Jughead wasn’t about big romantic gestures, he
did small things that touched your heart and you couldn’t wait to see what he
did for your one year and birthday. You’d gotten him a few journals and a new
lens for his camera to surprise him.
Saturday rolled around and Jughead cancelled early in the
morning and you tried to be okay with it. You had all of Sunday, like he had
But deep down you knew Sunday would be the same.
It wasn’t. It was worse.
You glance up at the wall clock at Pop’s, sighing as you
take a sip of your milkshake. Your eyes had gone over every detail in the
booth. The frayed vinyl on the corners of the chairs. Thepermanent stain on the
left side of the table. The broken straw dispenser that only worked if you
pushed two fingers through the gap and pulled out a straw yourself, by which
time it was all crumpled up and your fingers cut a little.
But still, no Jughead.
At least if he made it by midnight it would still be your
birthday and you wouldn’t have spent it alone.
But the clock strikes 12 and you’re still sitting alone in
the booth. You rest your head on the table, the cold metal sending chills up
You look up to find a waitress with a pot of coffee.
“No thanks,” you mumble, shaking your head. You sling your
bag over your shoulder and pick up Jughead’s present, heading for the door. You
catch your reflection in it. Your makeup had worn off a little and your dress
was all crumpled from sitting down for so long.
And then he appears outside the window, alongside Betty,
Archie and Veronica.
You walk out into the carpark, your fists balled up by your
“Shit,” Jughead mumbles, lacing his hands behind his head as
he spots you, “I forgot, I’m so sorry,” he says as you reach him. He rests his
hands on your shoulders, “I’ll make it up to you.”
“It doesn’t matter,” you sigh, not wanting to make a scene.
You hold his present out, “My birthday’s already over but our anniversary isn’t
He takes it out of your hands, staring at you
“It’s fine, Jughead,” you say, stepping away from him. It
wasn’t. It wasn’t okay at all.
“It must’ve been important, whatever you were doing-“ you
pause, looking over his shoulder at his friends, “I’ll let you get back to it.”
“Wha – no,” he shakes his head, “Come back inside. I’ll buy
“I already ate,” you lie, “I’m just gonna go home. I don’t
feel too good,” you force a smile, “I’ll see you at school,” you wave at his
friends, “Bye you guys.”
Before he can try stop you, you
climb into your car and begin to drive off. You could see him watching you,
frustrated with himself, but you leave anyway.
Monday was officially your least favourite day. Usually you
loved it because you had first period with Jughead and the two of you would
grab breakfast at Pop’s before class, but today, you were dreading it for all
the same reasons.
You skip breakfast, getting to school right before the bell.
“I was waiting for you at Pop’s,” Jughead frowns as he leans
against the locker next to yours.
“Yeah, I had to come to school early for an assignment,” you
His frown deepens, “You literally just came in. I saw your
car pull up,” he inhales deeply, “You’re avoiding me.”
“No,” you say defensively.
He sighs, slumping, “I feel like a total asshole for the
weekend. I – I can’t believe I stood you up on our anniversary but I really hate
myself for leaving you alone on your birthday.”
“Pop told me you didn’t eat a thing all night,” he says,
tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “And even still, when you saw me
outside you didn’t get mad, you just left.”
“Did you want me to get mad in front of your friends?”
“No, I just – I don’t understand how you’re so…
understanding,” he mumbles, “I’ve been a real dick.”
“Yeah, you have,” you say, closing your locker, “And I’m not that understanding, Jughead. I get hurt
by the stuff you do, I just –“
“I don’t say anything because I don’t want to lose you. You
hate drama and you pretty much hate relationships. I don’t want to push it with
you because then you’ll… leave me.”
His eyes widen and he pulls you into a hug, “You do not have
to stifle how you feel because you’re afraid to lose me. That will never
happen,” he promises, “I love you and you can be mad at me and right now, if I were
you, I’d punch me in the face.”
“Your arm will do,” you mumble.
“Huh? OW!” he grumbles, clutching his arm dramatically as
you punch him weakly, “I know you can do better than that,” he laughs.
“Wouldn’t want to break your arm,” you scoff.
“Good point,” he nods, “But I give you permission to if I screw
He smiles, “I have a very special night planned,” he says,
wiggling his brows, “Well, I had a special morning planned but you didn’t show
up… we can reheat cereal, right? You don’t mind if it’s soggy, do you?” he
GOT7 Reaction: Best Friends to Boyfriends (request)
So this post is in reference to this other reaction: GOT7 as your best friends. And… I know that I went a bit crazy with this post, but it was fun to do this reaction.
How he asked you out: You were over at the dorm and you and Mark were in the
middle of a BFF nap session while the rest of GOT7 spoke in the kitchen talking about
whether you guys were dating or not. (You weren’t but they weren’t convinced
that you guys were actually still “just friends”). That’s when the brave Bambam
snuck into the room, taking a picture of you snuggled into Mark’s neck with his
arm around you as a piece of evidence.
When you both woke up and went to get something
to eat, they all were there. Immediately, they all punched at you and interrogated you as they revealed the
incriminating photo Bambam took two hours earlier. “And you guys say you are
just friends. This doesn’t look like just friends to me!” Jackson stated.
both exchanged a look at each other, then Mark turned to everyone, “So what if
we are dating?” The rest of the members stayed quiet, not really knowing how to
answer the question. “That’s what I thought” he said as they all filed out of
“I just thought you guys were cute together.” Jackson pouted as he
walked past the two of you.
It was only after you two ate in his room that the
topic came up between the two of you. “So… I kind agree with Jackson… We do
look cute together.” You brought up “casually”.
When you said that, he knew now
was the right time to finally ask you. “Yeah, like c’mon look at us! So why don’t
we just go out? I mean like everyone already things we are, plus we practically
act like we are already.” he said trying to hide his nervousness.
Most dates between the two of you are casual,
the main point is that you guys get some time together.
Watching a movie at the
dorm = date,
Staying the night at your place = date,
Getting lunch together when
you both are free = date.
Don’t worry though, every so often the both of you
would make time to schedule a more serious date. Many times, he would even
surprise you by taking you to a really expensive restaurant where you have a chance to get all glammed up.
Tons of inside jokes between that two of you, like more than before if that is possible. Especially a lot of double meaning jokes…
One of the biggest reasons he is so in love with
you is just because he feels he can be his normal self with you. He constantly
tells you that you always make him feel like he is home.
Time outside is always fun for the two of you.
It consists of things like volleyball, basketball, skating, playing with coco
or him teaching you how to do flips.
Couple outfits aren’t his style. He only goes
along with it when you beg him. But he does compromise by getting you guys matching
necklaces/bracelet/rings, which he promises to never take off.
He isn’t big on PDA either. For him the most he
would do in public is hold your hand or have his arm around your waist.
Now that you are together, you don’t secretly
steal his sweaters; now you declare them as your own, only returning them so that they can smell like him again. He is completely fine with it though, he
loves that you love them and he thinks you look cute wearing his sweaters.
When it comes to attention, you still have to
fight between Jackson and Coco, nothing would ever change on that.
Now, when it comes to arguing, he is a whole new
Mark. Even though he is a go-with-the-flow guy… when he is mad, he is MAD. He is
like a volcano that just explodes. And after his outbursts he gets into a
silent treatment. He can go days without talking to you when he is in that type
of mood. However, even though he gives you the silent treatment, he won’t be a complete
jerk. He would still do his part around the house or give you a glass of water if you ask or assist you with something… he would just be extremely silent and
not even open his mouth. On top of it all, he will take the longest time to
apologize to you or admit that he was wrong.
You steal his phone a lot and fill it with
your selfies. Many of the selfies you took, you took with him as he slept or they
are selfies of you and coco. As revenge he will use your derp face selfies as
his lock screen.
· How he asked you out:You rushed over to your door at almost midnight to see who was frantically knocking in your door. You peeked out the peep hole and saw JB standing there.
“Jb, what are you doing here?” you asked as you opened the door. Immediately you were concerned when you saw him breathing heavily. “Did you run over here? Is everything okay? What happened?”
“Y/n! Hi, So um- ok- wait- I need to catch my breathe.” He took a moment, then he looked at you., “Ok….uh.” that’s when his face blushed more. “So for the last few days you have been complaining about that guy you have been seeing and I am tired of hearing it. I don’t think you should be with him.”
“I know that I said you should wait things out, but he isn’t worth it! You deserve a better guy! A guy like me… Y/n, I’ve liked you for a long time and I hate the way you let guys treat you, you deserve so much and I hate it when you give thse assholes a chance because I am be so much better for you- and I… just… I do-don’t know what I’m trying to s-say anymore.” he faded off
You could feel your face heat up. “So you like me?”
“Are you asking me out?”
“I think so.”
There is no way around it, at one point or
another, you guys are going to adopt at least one cat together
Now that he and you are “practically one”, you
were promoted from second in command, to
“JB #2” when he isn’t around. Jinyoung may be a bit salty about it, but
he will get over it. (low key you still have to look over JB too, nothing changed
in that aspect)
Before, when you were just friends, you would
always catch him making stupid face at you… but now that you guys are together
you get a whole new set of looks from him 😉
He is a cuddle monster. He loves to use you as
his personal pillow when you guys are laying down together. Most nights he can’t
even fall asleep unless he is on top of you. He especially loves it when he
rests on your chest and you run your fingers through his hair, Those moments
are his paradise.
Now that you two are together, he might let himself
go just a small bit. You are always making him food or you guys are always
going out to try new places to eat or he uses his work out time to be with you
instead. On top of it all you love his tummy, so he doesn’t feel the need to
try as hard to work out like he used to.
He genuinely loves calling you by pet names…
like embarrassing ones like: honey bunny, cupcake, cutie patootie, baby doll,
honey bun, honey bunch, princess, Shnookums, etc. and you love how cheesy he
is. However, he would die if the rest of GOT7 ever heard him calling you any of
this. In front of them he only calls you babe or jagi. Sometimes he will try to
whisper the cuter (cringier) names in your ear or whisper it through the phone,
cuz he just won’t feel right if he doesn’t tell you something cute at least
once. The second anyone even thinks they hear him say those cute things, he
gets defensive with them and gets after them as a way to change the subject.
When it comes to PDA, he on the same level as
the pet names. He is all for the cute stuff with you like eskimo kisses and a
face full of pecks, but in public he tries to play things cool. He has to be “chic
and sexy” as Jackson always says.
Because he has so much on his plate on, being in
charge of six other guys and all, he is prone to forgetting dates like you birthday
or anniversary, or his birthday, his mom’s birthday… just everyone’s important dates. Part of your job as his “wonderful, loving other half” is to constantly
remind him of things not Got7 related that are coming up in his life. Of course
you don’t mind, anything to get less stress of him.
When he does forget your anniversary or
birthday, he feels so guilty. To make up for it, he will schedule time that is
meant just for the two of you to go out on a nice date, anywhere you want to go
and anything you want to do.
Going back to the whole stress thing… when he
gets stressed, he gets frustrated… and when he get frustrated he gets snappy
at anyone and everyone. When you were only besties, his little outbursts were
kinda funny, but now they aren’t because they are sometimes directed at you. It wasn’t something you liked, so it was something he constantly tried to work on.
Sometimes he catches himself and other times he doesn’t.
He holds grudges. “OH SO I CAN’T SNAP AT YOU WHEN
I AM FRUSTRATED, BUT YOU CAN LASH OUT ON ME JUST CUZ YOU HAD A BAD DAY!” This
guy keeps score of everything and knows what to throw back in your face. He will be like Mark in that, after an
argument he will go into silent mode and go days without talking. Unlike Mark
though, he might not even acknowledge you when he is giving you a silent
treatment, depending on the severity of the fight.
At the end of the day, he is just a passionate
guy and he puts so much of himself in whatever mood he is in. No matter how
much he gets mad, that won’t take away from the fact that he loves you too much
to ever risk losing you.
When it comes to couples outfits… All I have to
say is that you have to come up with looks that work with bucket hats
asked you out: It was in the middle of your famous Harry Potter marathons
that he decided to ask you out. He liked you for a long time and he always
wanted to ask you, but he was always scared of ruining things with you. But it
was on that day where things just felt so perfect. It was just you and him at
your place and you were just watching the movie all comfortable and cute,
resting your feet on his, every so often throwing popcorn at him to playfully
annoy him and give him that beautiful smile of yours. That was when, he was
willing to risk asking you out if it meant there was a possibility of having
more moments like this. That was when he said “Y/n, you know you are a lot like
Ron and I am a lot like Hermione.”
You had confused his comment as an insult
and threw a pillow at him, “Are you calling me dumb?”.
He just laughed and
said, “No! What I was trying to say is that we are meant to be!”
He is more of a romantic compared to many other
guys. He is really cute in the sense that he would write you little love poems
and leave around little notes for you to find. Not to forget he would quote
romantic lines from some books the two of you love.
He loves days where the both of you get to sleep
in. They are rare so the both of you take advantage and make an event of it
with a big breakfast where both of you cook together.
For sure he is the type to take part in couple
outfits. But more so the sophisticated looks, the whole coffee shop aesthetic.
Don’t get me wrong, he would still be big on matching pajamas to wear around the
Just because you guys are a couple now doesn’t mean
he will completely stop being savage with you. Any time you make a dorky
comment or get too annoying with the others, he would just stare at you and
shake his head. He would probably also mumble “Why am I dating you?” under his
breath, but on the inside, he finds everything you do to be cute and added to
what he loved about you.
In the relationship, he is the one that would for
sure remember your anniversary and your birthday and another other important
dates or events that revolve around you (and he would love to brag about it and
guilt trip you the few times you would forget).
He is the type to not want to talk about work at
home. Just thinking about his schedule is tiring, so he hates talking about it
when you ask. It is part of his policy to “not bring work home”, so when
he is with you he just wants to relish in the normalcy.
You both still stick to coffee dates and going
out and having fun and all, but when it is just the two of you at home, those
are his favorite moments. He loves it when you two are sprawled on the couch watching
movies or reading and you are just playing with his hair.
When around the other members or out in public,
he isn’t one for PDA. Holding hand would be the biggest sign of affection when
out and about.
He is the type of boyfriend that always denied
being the jealous type, but it was obvious he was. You would notice it when you
hugged a guy friend “too long” or something and he would have a mini silent
treatment or he would be a bit sassier than normal… maybe even say a passive aggressive
comment here or there.
When it comes to arguments, he would be the more
leveled headed one, but when he was too fumed, his words can hurt. He knows exactly
what to say to press your buttons. But, when he knew he was in the wrong or
that he took things too far, he would be quick to apologize to you and try to
make up for it.
How he asked you out:For weeks you had been bugging him to tell you about his girl he had a crush on. He was the type to tell you everything, but he refused to tell you about this, mysterious girl. “Jackson, I am your best friend, and as your best friend, I have to know who you like. I have to approve of them.” to be honest, you were just jealous that he never seems to stop talking about that girl, you just wanted to finally know what the hype was about. You really liked Jackson, but as his friend you wanted him happy.
“Ok fine… I’ll show you who she is.” He smirked. “But that means you have to come with me to the gym. She is there every so often and I know she is going to be there today. In the evening is the time I always see here there.”
“Really? I’ve gone with you at those times, have I seen her before?”
He didn’t answer, he just forced you to your gym clothes and dragged you to the gym you had been to only a few times before. Immediately you looked out for every girl there, but each one you pointed out, he only said no.
“Jackson, you made me do a whole workout with you, but you never even told me who this girl is! I thought you said shewas going to be here. I want to know.’ you whined.
That’s when he guided you over to the mirrors where the light weights are. This is where many of the girls hung out, so she had to be there! “She is right here! “ he said even thought there was no one else there.
“Where? Why are are you making me look at myself?” You asked as he place you in front of the mirror.
“Cuz, the girl I like is you.”
· Jackson encourages a healthy lifestyle together. “We
have to eat organic!” “Monday can be our cheat day.” “A couple that works out
together stays together.”
You always ask him if he loves you as much/more
than his mom and every time he avoids giving an answer. “Oh hey it’s time for
practice I have to go!”
“Jackson you just got back”
“Love you bye!”
Since he doesn’t always have a lot of free time
in his schedule, he does the best he can to be with you or at least talk to
you. He always texts/calls you when he is free, and when he is away on tour he
makes it a point to video chat you.
He always fantasizes about your future together. He
was the first to bring up marriage and how many kids you would have.
He was also the one to say “I love you first”.
He said it within a week of you two dating
Gets jealous over the smallest things “Why did
you hug Jinyoung before me?!?”
“Babe, I saw him first cuz he opened the door
and let me in.”
“I knew it, you love him more than me!”
This guy would never ever not touch you. No
matter what, he has to be touching you in one way or another. Holding you,
holding your hand, playing with your hair. Even when just standing next to each
other, his elbow has to at least touch yours. Therefore, when it comes to PDA,
he does not shy away from it.
· He likes to spoil you. Part of it is an attempt to make up for the fact he is gone a lot, but it is
mostly because he feels you deserve so much and he wants to be the one to
provide for you.
He is a bit more needy than when you two were
just friends. He goes to you when he is stressed with everything or when the
online hate is too much.
He takes you to Hong Kong so that you could meet
his parents. No matter how much he loves you, he wants to make sure his
parents approve of you
There are many times where the two of you get into
arguments over his schedule. You feel he is working too hard and he feels he
isn’t working hard enough.
Arguments in general are never fun, and it
doesn’t help that he is pretty stubborn. However after a while is he willing to budge
and see things from your point of view then you both are able to sort things out
Actively plans out couple outfits with you. He even
suggests you take turns being “in charge” of the outfits. “Babe, last week you
chose out look, this week I get to choose!”
· How he asked you out:The two of you were walking in the park to take Coco out for a walk. It was a nice day out. There was a cool breeze in the air and there was almost no one else in the park, allowing you and Youngjae act as yourselves.
“Thanks for letting me use your sweater Youngaje.” You felt your face geting warmer as you tugged played the sleeves.
“You’re welcome.” he smiled.
“Coco looks really cute in that little sweater you bought her…”
“And you look really cute in my sweater.” he said ever so softly
“No I heard you say something!”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“You did! I heard you!”
You saw his face turning red. “Nuh-uh!”
“Stop lying! You said something! I know you Youngjae. You might as well tell me now, before I go through desperate means to find out!” you threatened.
“Fine… but if I tell you… You have to go on a date with me.”
He has you under “Coco’s step mom <3” in his
contacts. Aside from that, he only ever calls you love, honey, babe, darling,
baby, jagi… any cute pet name in the book, he will call you that. On top of
that, he almost always has a sunshine smile on his face when he calls out to
It melts his heart when you call him by pet
Don’t get me wrong though, he may be a cute boyfriend,
but he is not as innocent as he seems so 😉
He loves playing video games with you, even taking
the time to teach you how to play a game with him if you don’t know how.
His phone is filled with pictures of you. A lot of
them he took without you knowing. You are even his phone lock screen and home
He isn’t big on PDA, but he doesn’t hate it. So
there is a lot of hand holding and holding you by your waist, and a bit of back
hugs or small pecks on the cheek.
He loves it when you are the big spoon when you
both are cuddling.
He hates to admit it, but he is low-key excited
whenever you bring up the idea of couple outfits. He is subtle in how he
suggests that you guys go as far as wearing certain hats or shoes.
Sometimes he gets you little gifts for no
reason. He will just be out doing his thing
and he will see something that reminds him of you and he just has to buy
it so that he can give it to you. Many times these types of gifts are little
plushies. “They are so cute just like you baby!”
He serenades you with loves songs. He just wants
to make you feel special and in what better way than through song!
You are his muse to his solo songs… well you
were his muse when you both were just
friends but now it isn’t a secret that the songs are about you.
Compared to the other members, he is not the type
to get that mad. Sure he is will get upset, but he rarely raises his voice. He
isn’t one to stay mad for long either. Unless it is something serious, his
emotions will die down throughout the day and by night time the both of you go
to bed as if you never fought in the first place.
· How he asked you out:You let him in as you finished getting ready to g out with him to the movies for your secret late night hang outs. “Hey Bestie!” he said as he walked in.
Bestie. That was what he kept referring to you as ever since Yugyeom accused the two of you of dating when he found the two of you cuddling on the couch. You hated it because you hated to be reminded that he only saw you as a friend.
“Hi to you too bestie” you forced yourself to say.
“You’re looking hot tonight.” he smirked
“Well, I gotta match my style to yours.” you winked playfully.
“You don’t have to try that hard to do that… But then again some times you do have to try hard. Liked the other day when you were a complete zombie.”
“Hey! I was sick! You’re so mean. I thought you were my bestie.”
“Well. I am… But I don;t want to anymore.” he said more seriously.
Your face fell. “What?”
“He smiled at you. “Yeah, can’t we change that whole “bestie” title to “best boyfriend” or something? That just rolls off the tongue better.”
It doesn’t matter that you guy have been dating
for a month, six months, or a year, no matter how long you guys have been
together he is still going to flirt with you.
Dirty jokes back and forth between the two of
you that end up annoying everyone else.
And just because you guys are dating, it doesn’t
make Yugyeom any less of his “best-er friend”. That is right, you will still
have to fight for your boyfriend’s attention when Yugyeom is around.
Still keep strong to the tradition of late night
video chats, but now that you guys are dating, they usually end up 19+…
On that note, he still spams you with selfies…
You are his second hype man for everything he
Him: *flips water bottle* *shrugs as if he didn’t put 110% of his
effort into it*
You: *dabs behind him*
For sure he is going to bring you along to
Thailand whenever he gets to go. He was you around his family and he want to
take you around where he grew up. He wants you to love it as much as he does.
This boi got to be at the top of the trending
game, so know that you guys are dating you have to be as cool as him. He still makes
you learn new memes or dances with him, but this time he makes sure you get
them as perfect as he does.
He is so into the idea of couple outfits. But you guys aren’t basic, far from that.
When it comes to outfits you guys gotta be fab, nothing less that model level
When it comes to you, “Nothing but the best for
my queen” (yes, that means you have to refer to him as your king).
This boy loves to spoil you. He will get you the
best of everything. Top brand clothes, shoes, make up, skin care, almost
everything no matter how much you insist that he doesn’t have to. But just because
he is so generous with you, doesn’t mean he gets anything for his members. He
still “forgets” his wallet every so often when they are all out eating.
He is not afraid of PDA, especially around GOT7 because
he loves to show everyone that you are his.
When it comes to arguments, he doesn’t really
get too upset. He isn’t one to take a lot of things seriously so if anything,
you are the one that gets more upset between the two of you… and sometimes his
lack of seriousness is what makes you upset. But sometimes it takes a bit of “conversation”
to get things straightened out between the two of you and things so back
· How he asked you out:You awkwardly woke up after a sleep over with Yugyeom to find a sheet of paper taped over your whole face.
“ What the-” you grumbled as you took it off. On the paper it as the last thing you ever expected to read. It was a note from Yugyeom saying “Hey Y/n, I know this is weird… I didn’t really know how to say this in person, but it is something that I’ve wanted you to know for a while. I really like you… like more than a friend. I don’t know if you feel the same way, but if you do, please meet me by our favorite spot by the river at 10 pm tonight, the spot where we first met. If you don’t go I’ll take it as sign you don’t feel the same for me, which is completely fine by me. I just wanted to let you know how I really felt.”
Instantly you broke out into a smile. You were so happy that he liked you back You had liked him for months now and you felt like you were on top of the world, but part of you was wondering if this was actually real. You tried to call and text him, but he never replied. That whole day you were in a daze as you mentally prepared yourself to meet up at the river.
When the time actually came by, you were running late. At 10:15 you ran off the bus and sprinted to the exact spot he was talking about. Within a few feet from the spot, you caught Yugyeom slouching form with six frowning boys around him. He barely held on to a boquet of flowers as Jackson ans Youngjae walked away with what looked like a basket and blanket for a picnic. Immediately, you screamed out for him as you ran to him. He turned around, his frown quickly turned into a smile as you threw yourself on him.
· Him teasing you is never going to end, even with
you guys dating. If anything it is only going to happen way more since you guy
can see each other way more. All this teasing just evolves into a prank war between the two of you, which late has
to get settled out by Jinyoung because you guys took things way too far and
trashed the dorm.
This won’t stop the teasing though. He just loves
to do it, that is one of the ways he shows you affections “If I don’t annoy
you then I don’t love you” he would say as he continued to poke your cheek like
he was been for the past ten minutes.
For sure, he is still going to drag you to the dance
studio with him, this time he will get you to dance with him *cough* dirty
· He is super shy about the idea of pda. He would
avoid it as much as possible. Since everyone in got7 still sees him as a baby
even though he is taller than everyone, they will always coo “Aww look at
little Yugyeom with his little girlfriend!” Avoiding pda means avoiding all
Yugyeom would be the sweetest in how he would celebrate
your anniversary. He would go all out with the scavenger hunt ideas. He would
have so many clues for you to follow and lead you all over the city only to end
up in the spot where you both has your first date.
He is different when it comes to arguments, at
least for the first few months or so. Most of the time he is quick to assume
that he is at fault and immediately apologizes and tries to fix everything.
After a while and once both of you become more comfortable with each other,
then that’s when he’d takes a stand for his thoughts. Thanks fully, he wouldn’t
be the type to shut you out and he would listen to your side of everything and
you both go from·
Unlike before, he wouldn’t ditch you for Bambam.
Now that you both were dating, he rarely ever wanted to leave your side. He is
just a giant cuddle bug.
His phone is filled with pictures of the two of
you (mostly of derp faces).
He is cool with couples outfits. He just lets
you choose what you both get to wear he doesn’t care what the clothes are all
that matters is that is it something you both do together.
BTS-Reaction to you saying “Fuck Me” out of frustration.
-Main Admin, M.
Rap Monster: You have been playing this game on your phone for more than a few days and there was this level you couldn’t beat and you have been trying for two days to pass it and it just stressed you out so when you lost again you couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Fuck me!” you throw your head back in frustuation and when you look up again, Namjoon is taking of his belt.
“Just give me a second, Y/n, I’m almost done”
The face he made when you told him why you said that was so funny you couldn’t stop laughing for hours.
Suga: You had been trying to learn how to play the piano for quite a while but you will always end up messing up on a chord so when suga sat down with you to help you practice and an again you messed up.
“If you wanted me to fuck you on my piano you should have just said that before”
Jin: Cooking wasn’t your thing and Jin knew that but you still wanted to make him dinner since it was his birthday but when you burnt the food frustration came to you.
“I don’t mind fucking you on the kitchen counter, Y/n”
V: Both of you were cleaning the house, you were about to take the trash outside when you hit your pinky with the table.
“ohh, Yes!, No more cleaning, now we can actually do something productive, come here, Y/n”
Jimin: The fact that finals were coming up soon and that you didn’t have money to buy albums stressed you out so out of nowhere you screamed.
“Come here princess, let me show you what heaven feels like”
Jungkook: taking care of two small kids was hard and more since they were tae’s brothers and they are just like him, so when they wouldn’t stop running around your’s and jungkook’s house you got really frustrated.
“Y/n, I guess we could make some cute little Kookies”
Jhope: You and Jhope were laying down on bed when you were reading a good af fanfiction and you phone decided to restart.