Sunday’s are supposed to be lazy days. Normally, I’d spend
them curled up in Yoongi’s lap, with him pushing his fingers through my curled
fur, while he watches moving pictures on that funny box in the living room. You’d
cook pancakes for him, and slip me tiny scraps from your spot the sofa. Mmmm… I
love it when you do that. But you’ve been slipping me scraps of food less often
lately. It has something to do with the vet saying it’s not good for me. Plus,
Yoongi says I’m getting pudgy. Which isn’t true! I’m still able to run and jump
and chase cats out of the neighbourhood. But… maybe I’m not as active as I used
to be. But the same goes for you. You’re not as active as you used to be either.
And you’ve gotten a lot bigger recently. I don’t think it’s fat though… There’s
another explanation - I can sense it. You’ve been getting ill, and your moods
have been swinging about, and one night, when Yoongi was fast asleep, I caught
you sneaking out of bed to raid the fridge – you know I’m up for a snack
at any time of the day… but really? Cucumber and mayonnaise? What were you
thinking? This unnatural behaviour means something big is going to happen. It’s
going to happen soon.
Where Y/N is in an unhealthy relationship, and Harry helps her realize and understand that she should be treated better.
“You always did like Harry more than a friend should. But then you got into a relationship and you knew your feelings never went away they were just repressed.
But right now it’s like they all came back again in full force, they weren’t hiding anymore.
“Why didn’t you text me back last night. Were my jokes so bad you threw your phone out the window?” He chuckled.
You suddenly frowned remembering last night with Lucas coming home drunk. And everything after that. You didn’t want to think about what happened, because whatever you thought would help didn’t. You woke up feeling shitter then before and Lucas was still being the same, he didn’t change. You were stupid to think that him having sex with you would change that.”
I’ll probably do a part two. Tell me if you want that!
As soon as you heard the front door shut downstairs you sighed. You looked over at your phone and it was 2am. But what’s new with him coming home late you thought sadly. You hoped he wasn’t in that mood because you certainly weren’t. But that hasn’t stopped him before.
You heard him downstairs in the kitchen probably getting some water to minimize his drunken state. Oh you really hope he wasn’t drinking tonight. So you quickly locked your phone and pretended you were fast asleep. And maybe he would just climb in bed and just fall asleep too.
As you buried your head in the covers, you saw your phone light up. It was a text from Harry, and you grinned.
You always texted each other about random stuff when you couldn’t sleep at night. Harry usually busts out the awful jokes and sends you funny memes to make you smile.
Harry was a great friend and you’ve became even closer ever since you both worked together in the bookstore down the road. Your whole life you never really had a true best friend where you could tell almost everything to, until him. So you were sad you didn’t have time to reply to his text at least to say goodnight.
You laid down in silence for a little. But You didn’t hear him come up the stairs so you decided quickly to maybe send Harry a quick “goodnight text” just so he doesn’t think your not replying. But as soon as you reached for your phone the sound of footsteps stopped you. You quickly brought your hand back to the bed and closed your eyes to look asleep.
The bedroom door opened and you heard him shuffle in. You could already tell he was drunk because you could hear him trip over his feet multiple times as curse words flew out his mouth.
He walked over to the closet to take off his clothes and was left in just his underwear. The bathroom light illuminated and he walked into brush his teeth and do some other things. Usually he would just jump into bed. He never cared to get fully ready for bed if he was drinking.
Maybe he wasn’t you thought, and smiled a little. Maybe he just came home late from work and wasn’t out get pissed drunk. Which made you think that he was getting back to his old self, and that’s who you loved.
The side of the bed dipped and you could feel the warmth of his body come in contact with you. He got himself comfortable on the bed before he slipped his arm around your waist to pull you onto his bare chest. You almost leaned into his touch until he spoke.
“I know your not sleeping.” He said and you could smell the alcohol on his breathe and you cringed.
You didn’t say anything hoping he would just go to sleep and you can all just start off tomorrow morning fresh.
He sighed into the side of your neck, you thought in defeat. But then you felt him slowly start to leave kisses on your neck. While creeping his hand up the shirt your were only wearing which was his.
You thought it would just end there before he fell asleep. But then you felt his hands coming down to your underwear.
“Lucas, I’m really tired.” You finally gave up the act.
He smirked down at you “I knew you weren’t sleeping.” He said while still assaulting your neck.
Your weren’t facing him so he couldn’t see the uneasiness on your face. But that soon changed when he flipped you around to face him. Even in this dim light you could see his blood shot blue eyes and you missed seeing his ocean eyes.
They use to be so clear and beautiful before they were tainted with the red rims that is now part of him most of the days.
“That’s better.” He says to you as he leaned in for a kiss but this time on the lips. You didn’t push him away because you thought this was just a good night kiss. So when you felt his lips connect with yours you brought your hands up to his cheek and kissed him back. It was slow and gentle and you missed this. Just simply kissing him and not doing anything else.
You pulled away from the kiss to lean your head back down on the pillow because in all honesty you were getting tired. But Lucas wasn’t having it.
“Come on Y/N don’t sleep on me yet baby.” He says well placing his hands between your thighs.
“Lucas your drunk…”
“I’m not that drunk” he tells you while his hand still hasn’t moved.
You tried to reason with him. “Babe, I’m just really tired can we just do this another time. Please.” Why are you begging him, you shouldn’t be. Your subconscious told you.
“Come on Y/N, let’s just fuck around for a little bit. We haven’t in a while.” He whines while kissing your cheek.
But you remember the last time you did have sex it was like a week ago. In the car after you left one of your friends birthday parties.
Lucas said he couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off you all night. Which did make you feel pretty. But he literally made you guys leave early because he wanted you right then and wouldn’t wait. You couldn’t really say no when he went behind your back to tell everyone you weren’t feeling well so you left early, which was a lie.
You did want to stay longer, but Lucas insisted that you guys leave. You felt bad for lying but Lucas kept saying it was alright because he was gonna make you feel so good.
He couldn’t even wait until you guys got home.
You remembered he stopped driving and pulled over. Even when you told him that you felt more comfortable if you were at home in your own bed.
But he didn’t listen.
He said how he couldn’t restrain himself any longer and how he had to take you right in that car.
You remembered him saying how if you weren’t so beautiful and sexy that he could of waited.
Like it was your fault.
But he didn’t wait.
You were uncomfortable and not enjoying yourself that whole time he was inside of you, because yet again he put his own needs before yours.
So right now in this moment it felt like the same thing was happening.
“Lucas. I am really tired right now okay?!” You said in a stern voice. You tried to get him to face you so he could see how serious you were. But his face was still on your neck.
“I’ll be quick. Come on… I’ve had a long day at work and you’ve been so busy too. I miss you…” he tells you.
It was those times when he would say things like that, that you think it’s the truth. You hoped it was because you missed him too, but the old him. Maybe things are turning around for the better. But you weren’t sure.
Silence filled the room but you could still hear the sound of his lips on your skin. He moved lower and lower until he got to the rim of your underwear. He didn’t look up for confirmation but at the same time you didn’t stop him.
You have been working a lot so maybe this would make him happy again. Maybe after this he would stop coming home drunk. Maybe You were being to busy with work and everything.
Maybe this was a way to make up for it.
But you didn’t feel good because deep down you knew you didn’t want to be doing this right now.
And after it was over and Lucas pulled out of you and said those three words.
You knew something didn’t feel right.
There were so many new books that arrived today. You could barely keep up with the whole catalogue and making sure you put them on the right shelf.
The book store was packed today probably because of these new books. A lot of them you had to put aside because so many people were calling them to put them on hold before they sold out.
You were humming a tune that’s been stuck in your head for weeks until you heard something behind you.
You turned around a saw a book on the floor. It must of fallen off the cart you thought as you grabbed “Everything Everything” and put it back on the cart.
You then continue with the teen fiction section making sure you put them in the right alphabetical order by the authors last name.
Sometimes you have these brain farts when you can’t remember which letter comes first in the alphabet so you have to start from the beginning and sing the alphabet song.
“A, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i-” suddenly you heard another thud behind you.
You turned around again and saw another book on the ground. But it was down the end of the aisle and it couldn’t be from your cart.
You walked over there and picked it up and placed it back where it belonged. Right when you did that a book on the shelf right beside you fell. You slightly jumped before it could hit your foot.
“What the hell?” You said out loud. You swear if it’s those kids again from a few months ago.
You peaked through the slot where the book had fallen too see who was on the other side pushing the books down.
No one was there you just saw to the other aisle. You sighed in frustration. Maybe it was a ghost-
“BOO!” Harry jumps into your view on the other aisle. You jumped and yelled and hit your head on bookshelf.
“Owww” you touched your forehead but you looked at your fingers and didn’t see blood.
“Oh my gosh!” Harry comes over and starts laughing uncontrollably. “You should of seen your face!”
You tried to look mad at him but it was hard when he looked so cute and happy laughing.
“I swear I didn’t mean for you to hit your head.” He says while still laughing.
“Well I did. And you distracted me from my work, you ass.” You couldn’t keep a straight face anymore and grinned.
“I’m sorry.” Harry pouts. “But I’m not really, after you nearly got me fired last week for setting my phone alarm to go off while I was checking out people! And “I’m sexy and I know it” came on!“
You giggled remembering how embarrassed Harry was as he tried to search for his phone to shut off the alarm as he had a line of customers ready to check out.
“I’ll get you back styles.” You point at him to make yourself look intimidating but it really didn’t.
“I’ll be ready, Love.” He raises his eyebrow and You just shook your head.
“Well the least you could do is help me put these books on the shelf. Especially the ones on the top shelf Mr.Long Legs.”
“Sure thing Ms. Shorty.” He teased.
“Hey!” You went over to the cart and got another book and so did Harry.
You checked the list to make sure you were putting it in the right place. Okay where is the name Hopkins? You thought as you skimmed through the H’s. After you found it you slide the book.
“You know I’m not short your just insanely tall-” you turned around to get another book, when you almost crashed into Harry. He was standing behind you as you you were putting the other book away. While he was putting another book above your head.
You were pretty much trapped between Harry’s frame as his hands were above you looking for the right author.
“Oh so now your trying to trap me?”
Harry looks down on you and smirked.
And suddenly you wanted look at Harry all day. His green eyes were mesmerizing. You tried to look away but when you did you just ended up looking at his pink lips.
You always did like Harry more than a friend should. But then you got into a relationship and you knew your feelings never went away they were just repressed.
But right now it’s like they all came back again in full force, they weren’t hiding anymore.
“Why didn’t you text me back last night. Were my jokes so bad you threw your phone out the window?” He chuckled.
You suddenly frowned remembering last night with Lucas coming home drunk. And everything after that. You didn’t want to think about what happened, because whatever you thought would help didn’t. You woke up feeling shitter then before and Lucas was still being the same, he didn’t change. You were stupid to think that him having sex with you would change that.
“Hey hey.” Harry lifted up your chin to see your sad expression and glossy eyes. “If my jokes were that bad you could just tell me. I promise I won’t be offended, Love.”
You blink away the water in your eyes. “What? No that’s now why. I just fell asleep. I’m sorry and you know I love your cheesy jokes.”
“Ok just making sure.” He pulled away from you and picked up another book.
“Ohh I heard this book was pretty good.” He held up the book “Before I Fall”.
“Me too, they made a movie too and I’ve been dying to see it. It’s kind of mysterious and creepy too.” You explain.
“Yeah but I don’t think it’s in theaters anymore.”
“Aww that’s too bad…” you remember seeing the trailer and maybe wanting to see it but you didn’t have anyone to see it with. Lucas hated doing things like that.
“Maybe you can come over tonight. It’s on my Apple TV and we can watch it together.” Harry offers.
You look up from cataloging to see that Harry was waiting for your answer. You knew your answer already. But your mind suddenly went to your boyfriend. It didn’t matter what he thinks you told yourself. You are just hanging out with a friend and will be done before 11 if he is even home that early.
“I mean if you have other plans I totally understand-.”
“No, I don’t I would love to come.” You say and he smiles.
“Ok I’ll wait for you after your shift is over.”
“I’ll be waiting.” You say as he walks away to finish the rest of the work he had to do.
Now all you were thinking was that you hoped four hours will go by quickly.
“Do you want coke or Pepsi?” Harry yelled from his kitchen.
A few moments later Harry comes back with two cokes in one hand and a big bowl of popcorn in another.
He handed you a coke and said,“ your a coke girl, my favorite kind” he said jokingly and you giggled.
He also brought a big blanket down from upstairs. When it was time to sit and watch the movie Harry sat down right next to you barely leaving any room between you too. He layed out the blanket over your bodies and put the popcorn between you two.
It was now about seven o'clock and the sun was setting soon. But Harry’s apartment was so cozy and homey. You loved coming over here.
Harry pressed play and the movie started. As the movie was rolling Harry kept asking questions and making commentary that made you laugh.
“Why would she do that-”
“Harry be quiet this is the good part.” You placed your hand over his mouth and he licked your hand making you pull away and wipe your hand on your shirt.
“Your such a child!”
But then Harry hushed you to be quiet because the climax of the movie was happening.
When the movie ended you guys decided to watch The Notebook. It was Harry’s idea actually but you loved the movie too.
As the movie progressed. Your eyes began to get droopy but you tried fighting it. But you barely got any sleep last night.
So when you placed your head on Harry’s shoulder you fell into a deep sleep.
The sound of a phone ringing woke you up. Your eyes were still closed as you grabbed your phone from your pocket and answered.
“Hello?” You said with you groggy voice.
“Y/N, where the fuck are you?!” Lucas’ voice boomed from the line.
Your eyes flew open. You were confused where you were for a second. But you took in your state as your laying in Harry’s lap as he’s fast asleep next to you practically holding you. You looked at your phone to see the time, and when it read 1am you nearly had a heart attack.
“I’m so-rry. I’m at a friends and we were watching a movie and I accidentally fell asleep. I lost track of time.”
“Where are you? Send me the address I’m picking you up.” He demanded.
“No, it’s ok. I’m leaving right now. I swear you don’t need to come.” You tried no calm yourself from panicking.
“I swear to fucking god Y/N, if your not hear in a fucking 30 minutes I will-”
“I’ll be there, I promise I’m leaving right now. I’m sorry. I love you bye.” Lucas hangs up on you without saying anything.
“Is everything alright?” Harry yawns beside you. Making you realize that you were still very close to him. “Who was that? You got up quickly and started gathering your stuff.
“I have to go. I should of been home awhile ago. Lucas is worried” You frantically look for your other shoe as Harry watched you.
Harry knew who Lucas was, he met him a few times when they started dating. But he always gave him a weird vibe.
“Oh crap it is 1am. We slept for awhile did we?”
“That was the best nap I’ve ever taken. Your very warm and cozy Y/N like a pillow.” Harry said randomly.
Your stomach did a weird flip after Harry said that. You looked over at him with his hair a little messy from sleeping, and looked adorable.
You wanted to go back to the couch and let him hold you again.
“Let me at least drive you home.” Harry offered getting up from the coach.
“Of no you’ve done so much already. It’s fine I can walk.” You said too quickly.
“Absolutely not Y/N it’s 1am. What kind of friend would I be if I let my pretty friend walk home at night.”
“No way, at least let me call you an uber?”
The uber arrived 7 minutes later. As soon as you saw there headlights you went to the door.
“Hey I don’t even get a goodbye hug?” Harry pouted.
You smiled and turned back around and Harry wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you closer to him.
“Text me when your home safe.” Harry whispers in your ear and you just nod. You didn’t want to leave but when Harry pulled away you knew you had to go.
“HELLO.” You shouted at the man, causing him to almost stumble. He glanced back, eyes widening with horror when he realized it was you as he quickly dashed off. “Wait!!” You called out, running after him.
Oh me gosh… I found this rare Kisumi goodie and it just had to come home to me! LOOK AT HIM. HE’S SO CUTE. I LOVE HIM! (ෆˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈ෆ)
Kisumi is telling them about the long journey he had to go through in order to reunite with them and both Sou and Rinrin are being such good listeners. They are so happy to have their buddy home with them!! THEY GO SO WELL WITH EACH OTHER AHHHHHH ♡
Summary : At age ten, you met Park Jimin. At age thirteen, you had your first kiss. When you were fifteen, you fell in love. At the age of sixteen, you made love, and at eighteen; you experienced heartbreak.
Author’s Note : Here it is! A Jimin fanfic requested by @therecomespringday. I had so much fun writing this, and part two will be out soon! Sorry if this chapter was short, but I’ll let you know that the next part will be way longer!! Thanks, I hope you enjoy, loves (sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, I didn’t have time to edit but I will later)!
Inspired by Seventeen’s “Don’t Wanna Cry.”
“Please step through,” the tall, broad-shouldered security guard hummed as he gestured for you to go through the metal detector that stood before you.
Striding towards the awaiting machine, you make sure that all of your jewelry and other items were placed in the small plastic bin that lay on the conveyor belt so that you wouldn’t have to be check by hand.
As you entered the detector, you shivered at the thought of the middle-aged man slowly and sinfully feelings the curves of your body as he “checked” for any dangerous objects on your person. The last time you went through one of these, the bright lights on the side of the machine turned an angry red as it made sounds similar to that of a shrieking girl. The rather young security guard then led you to the side as he caressed your waist and under your breasts, a crooked grin gracing his chapped lips; just because you forgot to take your belt off.
Nope, you thought. I am not going through that again.
Fortunately, the device did not go off, and you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you’d been holding in. “You’re all set!” the man grinned before waving his hand violently as an indication that you needed to hurry up and move get your items so the others can get checked as well.
Grabbing your jewelry - along with your cell phone and nap sack, you quickly make your way towards the Starbucks nearby before striding towards your assigned aisle. Taking a seat in one of the Navy blue chairs, you stare blankly at your left hand - specifically at the Sterling silver DiamonLuxe ring that was slipped onto the finger right next to your pinky.
He had given it to you for your sixteenth birthday, and he’d gotten one similar to it; just without the rather girly diamonds that decorated the middle of the ring. You both promised to never take it off, not even in the shower - but you weren’t so sure if he was still keeping that promise now.
Maybe he forgot about it altogether.
“Thank you - enjoy your flight, ma'am!” the middle-aged woman beamed as she handed your passport back to you, gesturing for you to enter the hall.
“Thank you,” you smile before scurrying down the wide hall that lead to the entrance of the airplane.
Once you found your seat - which was 34B, you happily threw your nap sack onto the ground and plopped down into the cushioned seat, immediately sitting back and letting your eyelids flutter shut. That is, until you heard a low grunt coming from your right.
Snapping your eyes open, you turn to find a tall, handsome man - who looked like he was in his early twenties, seated beside you as he typed away on his phone.
After getting a better look at the man’s features, you concluded that he wasn’t handsome; he was utterly breathtaking. The sparkle in his eyes, the round tip of his nose, his two front teeth that reminded you of a bunny, and even his flawless, milky white skin - everything about him screamed beautiful.
“Ah, hello!” he said, a bright smile gracing his light pink lips, and you noticed the small freckle that layed about a centimeter above his chin.
“Hi,” you smile.
“ Hi, I’m Jungkook.” he laughs beams, his eyes forming little cresents.
“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you,” you say as you hold out your hand, to which Jungkook takes hold of before giving it one firm shake. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”
Jungkook’s eyes then avert to your left hand, and his eyes light up with delight and admiration. “Are you married?” he asks, nodding towards your Sterling silver ring.
A sudden pang of guilt, sadness, and emptiness floods your chest - and your features turn stone cold, emotionless, but your eyes are sad and Jungkook notices. “Hey, I’m sorry if I said something wrong. I know I just met you, and I’m horrible for intruding-”
“No, no I’m fine. Sorry - but no, I’m not married. My ex-boyfriend gave this to me six years ago. I still love the guy, I’m such a butt for still believing,” you sigh, tears welling up in your eyes. “Believing in something that’s not going to happen - at least not again.”
The tears began to overflow, falling onto the apples of your cheeks, and you looked away in shame. Jungkook reluctantly raised an arm to your cheeks before swiping his thumb under your eye, and doing so to the next one. “Hey, don’t cry (Y/N). It’s going to be okay in the end. You’ll get over it; I promise,” the boy cooed as he rubbed small circles on your back.
“I’m sorry for crying and ranting about my problems to you,” you sigh when you managed to hold in the rest of your tears. “No, it’s fine. I don’t mind, plus if you want to let it all out - we have fourteen hours, and I’m a good listener,” Jungkook nodded before returning his hand to the arm rest on his seat.
Would telling Jungkook about your past be a good idea? The only person that knows of this was your best friend, but you never told him about how you felt; not recently anyways. Keeping your feelings in were never a good idea, plus the guy seemed nice.
Letting out a sigh, you turn to Jungkook as you no your head. “Okay, but it’s a long story,” you said.
“Don’t worry; we have time.”
You we’re ten years old when you met Park Jimin. He’d moved into the house next to yours, and you watched as he hopped out of the palladium silver van - a soft stuffed panda in hand.
“Mommy, look!” the child yelped as he pointed in your direction with his short, stubby index finger. “I told you there’d be kids my age here!” Your eyes widened to the size of saucers as the boy flashed a grin at you. You sat criss-cross on the front lawn, Barbie dolls scattered around you.
“Would you like to say hi?” you heard a woman ask, the mother of the loud child you figured. By that time, your own mother spotted the little boy - and she sprung up from the garden and rushed over to you, leaning towards you ear to whisper to you.
“Go over and say hello, (Y/N). Don’t be shy - would you like me to come with you?” Peering up at your mother, you shake your head no before getting to your feet and sauntering over to the family.
As soon as you set foot on their lawn, the small child came rushing to your side, enveloping you in a hug - as if you’d known him for years. “Hi, I’m Park Jimin!” he said when he let go of you, his panda in his left hand. “(Y/N),” you smiled, cheeks burning red.
Jimin was an adorable boy; his round face, his smooth, chubby cheeks, and his sparkling eyes that lit up when he heard your name. “(Y/N)! That’s a cute name,” he giggled. “I’m glad I have a friend in my new neighborhood.”
“Friend?” you asked. Was he just going to call you a friend when you just met? “Yeah!” he smiled, and then his face dropped. “Unless… Do you not want to be my friend, (Y/N)?” Jimin looked as if he’s cry any moment, his narrow eyes filling with tears.
“No, I do Jimin!”
And then he was back to his bubbly self. “Really? Oh my gosh, I’m so happy! You’re going to be such a great friend, I can tell!” Jimin then wrapped his slender arms around your waist, pulling you in for a tight hug.
He nuzzled into the junction between your neck and shoulder, and you felt the small grin that crept onto the boy’s face when you hugged him back.
For the rest of the summer, you and Jimin spent time together - everyday. Sometimes, you’d go to his house; other times, he’d go to yours. When school started, you both ended up in the same class.
Well, scratch that. Park Jimin went to the principal, screaming and begging to be placed in the same room as you. When Mr. Kim finally obliged, Jimin leaped in the air with joy, plush stuffed panda in hand - as usual.
Fifth to seventh grade went by rather quickly, Jimin always finding a way to end up in your classes - and you didn’t mind either. Jimin had grown into a handsome young boy; his jet black hair now dyed chocolate brown, which made him look even more attractive. His chubby cheeks were still there, however they were slimmer than when he was ten.
Park Jimin made other friends, yes, but he always made time for you as well - and he even introduced you to some of them.
You we’re thirteen when you had your first kiss. You’d been out with your best friend, Seokjin - who was three years older than you, so he was able to drive. It was your birthday, so he took you out for hibachi. Of course Kim Seokjin would take you out to eat; he loves food.
Giggling to yourself, you sit back in the cushions of the passenger seat. “What’s so hilarious?” Seokjin asked, giving you a side glance before turning his attention back to the road. “Oh, nothing,” you lied.
“(Y/N), you’re my best friend - I know something’s up.” And then he paused, his handsome face turning a bright red. “Were you thinking about how savage I am when it comes to food?!” he giggled, shaking his head playfully.
“Haha, you got me there.”
The rest of the day was filled with excitement; hibachi, the movies, the mall, ice cream - the list could go on. Jimin buzzed your phone hundreds of times, but you ignored it. You didn’t want to talk to him right now, not when he forgot something so important. It was when you hopped back into Seokjin’s car that he asked you where Jimin was.
“What happened to Jimin? I saw how many times your phone was ringing; was that him?” Turning to you, the older got the answer without you even speaking. Your face was contorted into a mixture of hurt, guilt, and betrayal.
“Oh my God, what did he do?” Seokjin then grabbed your wrist, forcing you to look him in the eye as he continued. “Do I need to tell him about himself?”
“No, it’s okay. It’s just… I’m a little hurt that he forgot my birthday. Wait no, he didn’t forget it - he knew, he just wanted to hang out with his little friends.” You knew you shouldn’t be so harsh on Jimin, maybe you could’ve answered his calls - but you started to have feelings for him, like a little crush you guessed. You wanted him to care about you as much as you cared about him.
“It’s alright, love. I’ll take you back home and we can do something to cheer you up, okay?” he smiled, and when you nodded - he leaned in to give you a small kiss on the cheek.
When you arrived to your home - at about 8:30 pm, you found Jimin standing in the driveway, flowers in hand as he watched you through hooded eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight, what was going on? Did he feel sorry for the way he acted?
While you looked shocked, Seokjin let out a deep chuckle as he parked his car. “(Y/N), happy birthday!” he beamed, pulling you in for a tight hug.
“What the hell is going on?” you questioned, eyes still wide with shock.
“Well, Jimin and I decided that I’d take you out for the day, and he’d have you for the evening. The whole ‘he doesn’t care about my birthday’ act was apart of it too.”
No words were able to be formed as you stepped out of the vehicle and almost sprinted towards Jimin. The handsome boy handed you the flowers, the sweet smell reaching your nose, and you sighed in content.
“(Y/N), happy thirteenth birthday. I love you so much, you don’t even know,” he smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. Your eyes widened even more - if that was possible, and your heart began to beat wildly, blood rushing to your cheeks.
“Jimin, I -”
“(Y/N), I’ve loved you since the first day I met you; when I hopped out that van with my little panda bear. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way - but I just had to let you -” he began but you cut him off with a light slap to his chest.
“Park Jimin, would you shut up? I was going to say; I love you too.”
As soon as the words left your mouth, Jimin’s soft lips were pressed against yours, his strong arms snaking around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. It wasn’t a nasty kiss - no, you were only thirteen; but it had meaning to it. Passion, love, all types of emotions.
When Jimin finally broke the kiss, you heard Seokjin clapping his hands as he made his way to you. “How cute, I hope this little thing you guys have going on will blossom into unconditional love!” he said, encasing you in yet another hug - this time from behind, and his lips met the flesh of your cheek once more.
What the three of you didn’t know was that the love you and Park Jimin shared was more than unconditional; your love was stronger than anything in this world….
REQUEST: Can I get a bts reaction to you telling them you’re pregnant and like it’s like they want to have a child with you they just didn’t know when it would happen.
I think Seokjin would be really astonished by the fact that you guys are actually having a kid together. It would be such a huge surprise to him and I think Seokjin would really enjoy the time period of seeing you go from no baby bump to a full-sized baby bump. I could see Seokjin saying to your belly, very innocently though:
“Hey there mini me, you can be handsome but just be careful not to be too much more handsome than your dad, or we may have some issues…”
And then after saying that he would probably blow a kiss to your stomach.
Namjoon would definitely be shocked but he would push it aside with a bright smile and hug you tightly. He would be so excited to be a dad and care for your kid together. I think Joon would be very supportive during your pregnancy and literally put you above everyone. He would help out when ever and where ever if needed.
“Oh baby, that is awesome! You are going to be such an amazing mother. Here, sit down, lemme get you some water. Do you need anything to eat?”
He would probably trip over something while getting you water too lol.
I don’t know how Yoongi would react honestly. I have a feeling he would be kind of shy about it at first but super happy as well. I think he would be super humble while you are pregnant and would always make sure you are okay. Yoongi is really caring and he would always make you feel good about being an amazing mom too.
“You know you are going to be an absolutely amazing mom right? You sure will look beautiful being one too.”
I could totally see Hoseok doing a happy dance. He would literally be so amazed and full of excitement. I could see him treating you like a goddess and always complimenting you that the baby will get your good looks. Hoseok would be so damn sweet and I really think he would do whatever he could to help the pain of pregnancy go away, like rubbing your back. Hoseok would be the guy that would put his head softly on your belly to hear the baby and just smile brightly.
“We created that. Isn’t it crazy? We are going to be parents y/n!”
Jimin would be so shy about everything but honestly would melt inside. He would be very, very, loving and affectionate to you after you told him the news. It may surprise him but I think he would just be beyond devoted and really would smile hugely at the thought of having a kid with you. Jimin is extremely sensitive and think he may shed a tear or two as well, and not because he doesn’t want a kid but because of how excited and happy he is. The tears will show his compassion.
“Really? Oh my gosh, this is going to be amazing my love. I can’t believe I get to experience this with you.”
I could see Taehyung being so cute about the news. Like Hoseok, he would probably do a little dance and cover you in kisses from your head to toes. Oh man, Taehyung would be so ecstatic to be a father, only making him more joyful too. Just like all the other members, I think he would do everything to make you happy and more relaxed. Look forward to seeing his boxy smile because just the thought of a kid to him, is going to make him one happy man.
“Honestly, I am so excited to be a dad. I’m going to spoil him and play with him and cuddle him and kiss him and… what was that?” *looks over and sees you are passed out next to him in a deep sleep* “Dang, I’m gonna have to get used this.”
Jungkook’s reaction to the news would probably be mixed. I think he would be super excited but maybe worried about everything and all of the different responsibilities that come with a kid. Not to say that he doesn’t want one and wouldn’t be a good dad but I could see Jungkook being slightly scared. Other than that, there is no doubt that he would be bubbly and radiant. He would probably get super hyper too and start planning out the baby’s room and start brainstorming names.
“I’m nervous for you and this but I think this is going to be an awesome time in our lives. What should we name the baby? How about we start thinking of boy and girl names?”
Absolutely love your work. The first thing I do every morning is read the newest page lol. I'm curious though, how do you guys manage to update daily?
Thank you so much!! We’re just really persistent :D We (Tem and Dusty) work really hard on the pages together so that we can still do them! It’s lots of fun and a good challenge (Anna also deserves lots of love for checking over our pages consistently for SO LONG)
taetaebears said: Hello~! Just wanted to say that I really like your writhing^-^ And a request, could you do like a fic where Suga is in school, he really likes the reader and the boys do everything to bring him to confess to her but they struggle really hard to do it? Thank you<3
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: The most fluffy thing I have ever written
Warnings:Too much fluff None
Word Count: 1.6k
A/n: Okay so, I have finally finished it! I hope this is what you were thinking of! If it’s not I’m sorry :( Also the verse used in this scenario is from Miss Right by Bts, Yoongi’s part!
“Okay, see you later!” She said getting up from the chair next to mine, starting to gather all her stuff.
“See you!” I smiled and closed my notebook. Watch her leave the classroom made me sigh.
“YOONGI!” An annoying and unfortunately familiar voice called.
“What, Tae?” I answered, not bothering to look at him.
He took a seat in her chair and grabbed my shoulders making me look at him.
“Please just kiss already, and love each other, and marry, and have kids, and die together.”
Jungkook came behind him and hit Tae’s head.
“Shut your mouth!” He whispered. “what if she heard?”
I sighed and finished closing my bag.
“See you around guys.” I told them getting up and in some seconds I was outside the class.
I finally got to my locker. I saw her some meters away taking her headphones and books from inside her locker. Suddenly, all the books fell from her hands and I noticed a girl behind her, who just pushed her, making her head hit the lockers as her hands eventually let go of the books.
Quickly I closed my locker door and run up to the beautiful girl bleeding from the head on the floor.
“Are you stupid?” I asked the girl, who was standing next to her friends. I didn’t know what they had expected me to say, but they all looked surprised. “Are you ok?” I asked, changing my attention to y/n. “No, you’re not. Here, let me take you to the infirmary.” I helped her up, one arm on her waist and the other taking her hand.
“I can walk Yoongi, don’t worry.” She let go of my hand.
I took her bag and still with my arm around her I stood in front of 5 girls. Any boy would love to be with them, but I didn’t. I never understood why a boy could hook up with someone so… egocentric and bitchy.
“Touch her again and you’re done. And I honestly wouldn’t give a shit of the fact that you’re a girl.”
Prompt #1 “you’re jealous, and you know it’s true”
Pairing: Reader x Theo Raeken
word count- 1019
Summary: Theo gets jealous when you get a ride home from your friend/neighbor Stiles because he wasn’t at school.
This is my first time posting my writings so please tell me what you think.
@thatgirlwiththeblackglasses : Heey! First of all I love your blog!💗 Would you like to write a Theo Raeken imagine with prompt 1 please with a good end? Love your work!💗💗
Theo and I have been dating two years exactly in a few days, yeah that’s a while and I’m hoping it will be for many more years. It’s become a tradition that he brings me home from school and we would hang out or do our homework till my mom got home from work, unless he was sick but he would normally text me then so I could find a ride home seeing as I would never ride the bus home, but today was not one of those days.
Wht about a imagine About The Paladins first kiss?? Please
First kisses give me life honestly.
The two of you sat side by side, hands touching, but not quite. It was peaceful- odd considering the circumstances you were in. Sitting on the edge of the balcony, dangling your legs, made you feel daring. You turned to look at the person sitting next to you, thinking of all the times you’d almost lost each other. Thinking of all the times you didn’t. Thinking of all the things you wanted to say, scared the chance would slip away with a snap of Galra fingers.
“Can I kiss you?”
💙Lance didn’t look at you immediately, but his posture stiffened. Steadily, he turned to look at you, face bright red despite his dark skin. “For real?” he asked, hesitant but excited.
“Yeah,” you confirmed, shyer than you were at first. You’d never kissed anyone before. Neither had Lance, but that didn’t make you feel any less nervous. “I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s okay!”
“No! No,” he shouted, leaning towards you while waving his hands. “No,
I want to. I’d, uh, really like that.” He paused. “I… I really like you. A lot.” He rested his hand atop yours.
Your face was probably as red as his. “Oh wow, um, I like you, too. A lot. Too.” You took his hand into your own.
You both sat for a moment in awkward, yet comforting silence. You decided to take the initiative and leaned forward, tilting your head. You breathed in his scent, something like salt water and spicy chocolate hidden underneath the day’s sweat. Lance slowly closed the rest of the distance, his chapped lips meeting yours.
It was soft and overwhelming. You felt your skin tingle and your face heat up, but not from embarrassment. His nose bumped yours as he pulled away, eyes opening. They stayed half opened, a dazed look on his face. It wasn’t long before he pressed his lips to yours again, and you reveled in the feeling.
This was okay. Things weren’t going to change without Voltron, but peaceful moments like this made it seem worth it.
❤️Keith met your eyes almost immediately, looking as if he were about to choke. He pointed to himself questioningly, head cocked to the side. “Me?” he asked. “You want to kiss me?” He was surprised, but not unpleasantly.
“Well,” you scratched the back of your neck, “yeah. You’re the only person near me right now, so…” You trailed off, worried you had said something wrong. “You can say no if you’d like. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.” Please say yes, please say yes…
“Um, ok. Yeah, I’d like that.” The two of you locked eyes. Keith’s face was as red as his lion, but he seemed to be trying to not seem as emotional.
You took his two hands into your own, turning shoulders to face him. He mirrored you before owning forward to meet your lips.
It was almost perfect.
His nose bumped into yours, a little painfully. You jerked away and laughed a bit. “I think I’ll take it from here,” you chuckled. He nodded, face on fire. You hadn’t though it was as possible for his face to get even redder, and yet…
You leaned in towards him this time, making sure to avoid his nose. Your lips met his, soft as rose petals. He tasted like salt and mint, an odd, but nice, combination. Your lips were chapped, but his were smooth and full.
“Keith,” you mumbled against his lips. “Keith, I really care about you.” You pulled away from him, trying to see thoughts through his expression.
“Oh. Oh!” he exclaimed. “I really care about you too…” He trailed off, looking embarrassed but happy. He met your eyes again, his chocolatey brown ones melting you.
💛Hunk met your eyes instantly. “Oh my gosh, yes, you can.” He took your hand into his own. His face was tinted red, hard to see on his dark skin, but his eyes shone with happiness. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since we came out here.”
You blushed. “W-wow. Me, too.” You laughed. “I’m so glad this isn’t one sided.”
“I really like you. I’m glad that I ended up with you, of all the people in the universe. Well, you and everyone else,” he backtracked, “but you especially.”
You laughed. “You really are a charmer, you know that?” Hunk laughed, but instead pushed forward and captured your lips with his.
He was warm and sweet like chocolate, and his kiss radiated confidence. His lips tasted like happiness and kind words, if that even made sense.
Your brain felt fried, but in a good way.
You pulled back, opening your eyes, a smile faint on your lips. As Hunk opened his eyes to return your gaze, you could feel yourself grinning.
“That was nice,” you commented dreamily. Hunk smiled at you, a soft, goofy smile. “We should totally kiss again.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “I totally agree.” You laughed, throwing your arms around his shoulders, kissing him again.
The two of you shared small kisses over and over again, giggling in between. When you separated again, he rested his forehead against yours. “I want to stay here forever, with you,” he whispered, voice low and thick. You’re smile faded to something more melancholy, and you could feel your chest tightening.
“Hunk… I… I feel like things are better with you. I… I just want this war to be over.” Tears were starting to form in your eyes and each word seemed to crack.
When the two of you kissed again, it tasted of salty tears and better days.
💜Shiro blushed lightly and hesitated before turning to you. “Are you sure? I might be a little out of practice,” he joked, eyes gleaming. You laughed a bit.
“I think I’ll take that risk. If you’ll let me,” you said, waiting for a confirmation. He smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. He looked so tired. The thought made you sad, so you pushed it aside.
“Of course,” he whispered, lips already nearing yours. You didn’t close your eyes until your lips met.
His lips were cracked and dry, but he tasted like what you thought fire would taste like- smokey and crisp. Your lips fit together perfectly, and you thought you could feel sparks.
Kissing Shiro was unlike anything you’d ever done before. Every kiss you’d had before seemed like nothing compared to this. How long had you sat there, sharing that moment with him? What was actually a few seconds felt like years, and you wanted eternity.
Shiro softly pulled away, making your eyes flutter open. You looked for his dark, almost black eyes, but you only saw his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks and clumped with fat tears. He took a shuddering breath and opened his eyes and you noticed his tears on your own cheeks.
“I…” he started, wiping his eyes,“I think I love you.” Your eyes widened, surprised at the confession.
“I love you, too, Takashi.” His first name rolled off your tongue in a way that felt so natural that you felt as if you’d been born saying it.
He smiled, eyes even sadder than before, and pulled the both of you together in a tight embrace. “I will end this war. We will end this war.” His voice grew thicker with every word until you could feel his tears buried in the crook of your neck.
You held him and marveled at his strength. All of the heartbreak and torture and he still had room in his heart for the Paladins, for you. You thought back to your kiss. It wouldn’t be the last. You were going to end this war, together.
“What?” They seemed startled, surprised entirely by the question. They fiddled with their fingers, half avoiding your gaze. “Do you really want to?”
You blushed, heat rising to your cheeks. Pursing your lips, you muttered, “Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to…”
Pidge stopped fiddling to catch your eyes, a blush of their own coloring their cheeks. “Well, if you want to, that’d be cool.” A goofy smile graced their lips, and you felt much shyer than you did moments ago. You edged closer to them, knees touching.
They tangled your fingers together and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. It was more than enough to send you reeling, though. Kissing Pidge was a daring experience, but amazing and thrilling, like mixing Pop Rocks and soda.
Their face was just centimeters away from your own, close enough that you could see each orange freckle and every smudge of grease there was to find. You thought they were beautiful. “That was, uh, really good,” you stuttered.
Pidge laughed, a cute, snorting thing, and you felt like your heart was about to burst. When their giggles were finally stifled, they pushed their glasses up and whispered, “I really like you.”
You laughed a bit before responding, “I really like you, too.”
You both laughed and leaned away from each other, but the feeling of closeness didn’t fade.