Unabridged list of things that make Viktor’s heart clench about Yuuri Katsuki:

  • When he reaches back, half-asleep, to find Viktor’s arm and put it around his waist when he’s cold at night
  • When Viktor comes in the door as Yuuri is making a sandwich and Yuuri asks, “Do you want one too?” as he’s licking mayo off his thumb.
    • How, if Viktor says yes, he’ll give Viktor the already-made sandwich and start making another for himself.
  • The handkerchiefs Yuuri uses to hold his hair back when he’s cleaning or cooking
  • The little boredom ticks that he has–like twirling a pencil between his fingers, or folding a piece of paper as small as he an get it.
  • The way he’ll sometimes just. Put his leggy up in the air. Like he’s stretching and he just forgets it’s up there.
  • How he would rather spent half a minute trying to work his shoe onto his foot without bending over, rather than taking five seconds to reach down and pull it properly onto his foot.
  • The ‘Potty song’ he sings to Makkachin, which is essentially just, “Please poop now, I’m cold and I want to go inside,” sung over and over in Japanese to a vague tune.
  • How he sometimes puts his hand in Viktor’s back pocket when they’re walking together.
  • The way he’ll come find Viktor halfway across the house with a spoonful of something for Viktor to taste, instead of just asking him to come into the kitchen. 
  • Viktor is one of only three people Yuuri has friended on snapchat and he almost exclusively uses it to send Viktor pictures of cute dogs and weird signs.
  • When he tries to “skate” across the hardwood in socks.
  • How he pulls Viktor’s hand into his pocket to hold it on cold days.
  • His “crab impersonation” which is just him tapping two pairs of chopsticks together and walking in a circle with his feet turned out. Viktor almost threw up from laughter the first time Yuuri did it.
  • The fact that Yuuri is part of his life, and he gets to be reminded in a million little ways every day that he now has someone to share everything with.
Bygones of the Sun | 03 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 7.8k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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In Cahoots

Summary:  When movie night features horror, your least favourite genre, it leads to a discovery about Bucky’s feelings.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,576

Warnings: mentions of horror movies (no spoilers or explicit details!) , an annoying armrest, being close to Bucky Barnes

A/N: This is my submission for the wonderful @just-some-drabbles Rom-Com Challenge! Thanks for letting me participate, congratulations on 4k 💛 My prompt was “I think you already know.” Honestly I have no idea how it got to be so long, but the more Bucky the better, right? I hope you enjoy :)

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog


"Mm,” you hummed.

"Is that a yes?”

Your fingers froze over the battery you were repairing down in Tony’s lab. The wires inside of it were communicating by sparks happily, unlike the nerves in your brain. 

A yes to what? Better find out. Better pretend like you know.  Better not let Wanda know you had no clue what day it was, never mind the meaning behind her question.

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Remember I’m Here For You -- Billy Hargrove

Written By: @rune-of-a-writer

Requested: Can I request a billy x reader fanfiction where the reader is dealing with depression and feels lonely but then billy starts to care for her and he’s really cute and fluffy and tries to make her happy.

Warnings: Depression, angst, self-doubt, cuss words

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Things hadn’t been going so great for you lately, and your boyfriend Billy has been picking up on it. So he decides to try his best to make you feel better.

Listen To: Teen Idle by Mariana and the Diamonds

Gif Creds: @elevnns

Words: 2,504

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Tongue Tied || Peter Parker x Reader

I was supposed to write a drabble for Tsukishima for my DeviantArt page, but lost the muse to do so. here, have another peter parker x reader that no one asked for (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

I’m writing this in celebration of finally reaching 400 followers!!! ;w; this means so much to me ahhhh and I’m super excited!!

so to celebrate, I’m writing this story, which was inspired by ranma ½ where the doctor character loses his shit whenever the girl he’s in love with is close to him.

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

warnings: none, just a really clumsy Peter Parker.

word count: 3,300+

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. Reblogs are fine!


Little did Peter know, just about everyone in his class was out to get him.

Now, it came as no surprise that Peter Parker wasn’t too poised even on his best days, but his clumsiness seemed to enhance by a tenfold whenever she was around.

[Full Name], a girl who seemed to blend in with just about any clique because of how kind and easy she was to talk to. The girl was not too popular nor much of a loner, she was just there.

But her presence was enough to turn Peter into a bumbling and tongue tied idiot. Many of the students who attended Midtown High could not find (or see) a reason why this Parker kid was so smitten with [Name]. All they knew was that watching Peter trying to communicate with the girl was hilarious.

Because of how his brain seemed to turn to mush around her, everyone who shared a class with both Peter and [Name] had conspired together to force the two of them together for the remainder of the year. They had no idea of the consequences, and was honestly just looking for a good laugh.

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Live a Little Gallagher

//The One Where Lip meets his soulmate//

//Soulmate AU//

“Yes Mom” she nodded at the words of her mother, though she didn’t have any idea what she was saying Y/N knew that was something along the lines of “sex or grades”. She always complained about the two as if her grades can’t get any higher or that all the boys will magically disappear from the face of the earth if she keeps complaining about it. “Yes mom” she stared after a short pause.

She twirled the pencil around her finger as she stared at the assignment in front of her. “He should be here any minute” she heard my mother let out, Y/N finally snapped out of her thoughts, her mother’s words finally requesting to her.

“Who-who should be here?” Y/N pushed herself back from the stool before rushing to the hall, her mother scoffed lightly before stuffing the towels in the closet.

“Phillip Gall-Galla- something. One of the best students in your school” she pronounced, Y/N stood their shocked as she watched her mother curiously.

“In order to solve my problems with boys and grades you bring a smart boy in, that’s such a smart idea” she murmured to herself.

“Excuse me?” Y/N’s mom didn’t actually hear what she whispered out, but the tone and the aggression in her voice made Y/N fear to repeat the words again. The door bell rung multiple times before it was silent, she stared at mother expecting her to get the door however she stood in front of the closet continuing to stuff towels in.

“Get the damn door” Y/N sighed to herself before stomping to the door. “Don’t make me come down there Y/N!” she scoffed slightly before rolling her eyes at her mother. She pulled opened the door, she eyed the boy quickly before pushing all her weight to one side of foot. Lip slowly flicked the cigarette bud out of his mouth before turning to Y/N. He slowly scans her, his eyes taking in every aspect of her shape and her features. He couldn’t help but feel overly excited to tutor her, but there was another feeling that bubbled down in him. A sensation that he couldn’t easily sweep under the rug.

“Come on in” she whispered, moving back to reveal her home to Lip. He watched in amazement that her home. It didn’t have the quenching smell of alcohol or vomit but air freshener. There wasn’t clothes hanging about or random items scatter all over the place it was clean.

“Nice place Y/N” Y/N closed the door before looking around, she shrugs gently. She wasn’t expecting Lip Gallagher one of the badass kids that your neighbors warn you about when you move in. They were notorious for starting up trouble, they seemed to attract it. He turns to her, taking her beauty in one more time. She catches his lurking eyes, a small smirk rested on her lips. She slowly sashayed to him, her finger slowly crawling down his chest before looping in belt loop, she brings herself closer to him.

“If you’re going to stare Lip… Do something.” She lets out, before walking away from him. His heart was pounding against his chest, his hands shaking harshly. His lips formed a crooked grin as he replied the events that just happen. Lip was Giddy. He couldn’t explain the feeling the registered in him when she laid hold upon him. He could himself falling for her in that minute. He quickly followed her upstairs, his eyes trained on her ass. He bite his lip as he watched her ass switched when she walked.

“Phillip!” he heard a voice shout, he stops in the middle hallway before turning around to face a woman who looked identical to Y/N. “I except nothing but studying going on in that room”

“Of course” Lip stated, she nodded allowing him to continue with his trek to Y/N’s room. He took a look around. Everything was perfectly made up, not a blemish in sight. It almost made him jealous that she was able to enjoy the peace and quiet of her home while he had to enjoy the chaos that was the Gallagher’s. Y/N sat down back at her desk, while Lip pulled out the chair that was next to hers. His eyes scanning over the assignment.

“Let’s have a little fun” she murmured, Lip’s eyes snapped to Y/N, her eyes were filled with lust and danger. Her lips slowly trailing over her bottom lip, her hand pushing at Lip’s chest causing his back to connect with the wooden chair. Y/N slowly moved unto his lap, her arms resting on his shoulder while she gave a slow smirk to him.

“Your mother… I don’t want-”

“Come on Gallagher” she whispered against his neck, her lips slowly kisses against his skin. A feeling bubbled in his stomach as she slowly grinds her hips against his.

“Y/N” he moaned out, his hands flying to her hips, as he applied more pressure. She shushed him softly before, pressing her lips against his. Lip was always the dominant one, he never enjoyed being submissive, but they way Y/N controlled his moments, the way she tugged on his bottom lip when she wanted him to slow down, or the way he was moaning out her name while she gave out the occasional sigh. She slowly slid off his lap, her hands tugging at his belt buckle. The thought of her mother bursting through the cracked door was a far thought from Lip. His hissed softly as her felt a cool pair of lips pressed against his tip.

She slowly lifted herself before position herself against his cock, he stared at her in confusion. He wanted to thrust himself inside of her, make her beg from him to harder and faster.

“Y/N-” she pressed her finger against his lip, she shook her head softly before bucking her sopping clit against his harden dick. He let out a strained grunt as her past quicken, his mouth parted in pleasure as he gripped the wooden desk in front of him. He pushed his head into her neck to muffle the moans that escape out his mouth. He took in her sweet scent, the way her soft hair felt pressed against his face. His hands slowly running down her backside before sliding up her shirt. His fingers tingled as her ran past her back, Y/N moaned loudly at the sensation that erupted over her.

She moaned out his name as she felt the ecstasy wash over her, her lips quivered lightly as she her gripped tighten on his shoulders. “ Y/N-”

“You know Gallagher, you talk too much” she whispered, he instantly snapped back into reality, he gently placed her beside him as he hurriedly pulled up his pants. He groaned slightly at their cum spilled on his shirt, he swiped his hand against his shirt desperately

“Your mom-”

“Will never know Lip” She stood up to face him, her eyes scanning over his face before she pressed a soft chaste kiss on his lips. “Live a little Gallagher”

“You are such a liar” Ian laughed out before adjusting himself in bed. “Y/N L/N! No fucking way, her whole family is strict. She wasn’t allowed to come to the football game, no field trips back in grade school, and she is such a goody- two shoes. I mean I won’t be surprised if she was a virgin.”

“I would” Lip let out, his thoughts racing back to Y/N, but he was trained on the humping or they she felt against his rather the easy he felt when he touched her, kissed her. He’s done it so many times with girls, but Y/N felt different, it was different. “I think she might be my soulmate”

“What?’ Ian laughed before sitting up to hear Lip’s muffled words.

“Nothing” he quickly murmured before pulling the covers over his person.

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Mulder and Scully make dinner together and mess it up

Things That Happen in the Kitchen
by mldrgrl
Rated PG13

“Scully, can I ask you a personal question?” Mulder asked.  He’d been twirling a pencil between his fingers and watching her type up a report on her computer for the better part of fifteen minutes, and she knew from experience that his silence wouldn’t last long.

“No,” she answered, taking only a brief pause before she began typing again, trying to ignore his gaze, which she could feel boring holes into the back of her head.  Her neck tingled and she flicked her head back to shake the feeling away

“Can you cook?”

“Of course I can cook.”

“Why, ‘of course?’  I’m supposed to believe you can do everything perfectly?”

Scully smiled in spite of herself, but her back was to Mulder so she knew he wouldn’t see her amusement.  “Seven years later, you’ve finally caught on.”

“You know what I’ve also learned in seven years, Scully?”


“I need proof.”

Scully smiled again, but kept typing.  “What about you?”

“Does soup count?”



“Not quite.”

“I guess not.”

Scully nodded once and put her attention back into her report.  She’d lost her place in the moment she let her mind wander to engage in conversation with Mulder and she had to backtrack to find her train of thought again.

“So, what about Friday night?” Mulder asked.

“What about it?” she murmured, re-reading her last paragraph.

“You coming over and teaching me how to cook.”

Scully finally turned in her chair to face Mulder and he stopped twirling his pencil, though the grin on his face remained.  She lifted her brow as if to question his sanity.

“It’ll be fun,” he said.  

“Basically, you just want me to feed you.  What do I get out of it?”

“You get to put your money where your mouth is.  Try to prove to me you know what you’re doing.  I know how much you enjoy that.”

“I don’t enjoy proving you wrong, it’s just so easy to do.”

“I said try, Scully.  I still contend you have yet to actually prove me wrong.”

Scully raised her brow again, definitely questioning his sanity this time.  She turned back around and put her hands on her keyboard, but didn’t type.

“How’s seven?” she asked.

“Works for me,” he answered, twirling his pencil again.  She could see him grinning in the reflection of her computer screen.


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Paper Hearts (Part 15)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 4.1k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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Harry was manipulative. Everyone knew it, but no one dared to say it because, well, he was Harry Styles! The innocent little pop star with a heart of gold, that’s who he was. One flutter of his eyelids and you’d be cast under his spell almost immediately. You had been with him for about two years and a bit, and you liked to say you were immune to his manipulative powers, but that just wasn’t true whatsoever. 

“Harry, no.” You muttered sternly, scribbling a sentence down in your notebook before glancing back at the tiny words on your textbook. “We can go out another time. Plus, today’s my day off, so I’m going to take advantage of that by catching up on schoolwork.” 


“No but’s.” You cut Harry off, keeping yourself from looking at him. You knew that the moment you looked up at him, he’d have those puppy eyes out along with an adorable little pout - And you weren’t going to fall into that trap today. 

“Y/N, baby…” And so it began. You let out a heavy sigh before finally turning to look at him, already feeling yourself melt under his intense gaze. His hands were planted on the table, the corner of his lip twitching as he tried to fight a smile at your irritated expression. 

“Don’t baby me, Harry.” You scoffed, reaching over and poking his nose lightly. “The brunch place isn’t going to disappear next week! I promise we’ll go next week, okay?” 

“But I already made reservations for today!” He whined, pushing his bottom lip out in a pitiful little pout. “And we have to get there in thirty minutes or they’ll give our table away! Plus I hear they’re already all booked for next weekend.” 

“It’s not my fault you didn’t ask me about my schedule for today before booking a table for us.” You shrugged, turning back to focus on your papers. “I guess you’ll just have to forgo brunch for now. If you want, I’ll make you a cheese toastie and that can be your brunch.” 

“C’mon, love.” He purred gently, leaning on the table once again. You hated that you let Harry tilt your head towards him with his finger, a charming grin plastered on his face before he was leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. “Two hours max. And then we’ll be back before you know it.” 

“Two hours of time I could spend studying.” You pointed out, twirling your pencil around between your fingers and giggling lightly when Harry buried his face in the crook of your neck to plant kisses to your skin. (See, you didn’t even realize you were being manipulated. That’s how good Harry was!) 

“Two hours you could spend with your lovely boyfriend who’s going on an international tour very, very soon and won’t be here t’ take yeh out for brunch…” Well, he had a point. You weren’t going to see him for a while so it would be best to spend as much time with him as- Y/N, you live with him! He’s literally around you 24/7! And he’s not leaving for like, three more months! Self-control, girl!  

“I really need to get my work done…” You trailed off, twitching when you felt Harry bite down gently. 

“You can do it later.” Harry pulled away, his lips swollen and as red as cherries. He reached up to cup your face, his thumb dusting over the apples of your cheek. “Don’t you love me?” And… That was your breaking point. 

“…I’ll go put my shoes on.” You huffed out, Harry’s grinning widely before he was smearing your lips together once again. 

“Yay! You’re going t’ love this place. They have the best cheese toasties.” Yep. Harry was manipulative. 


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Title: The Haunting of Thomas Sanders (pt. 6)
Warnings: swearing, some death talk
A/N: me just…putting analogical where it doesn’t belong…i’m sorry lol no i’m not

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“Ohhhh Viiiiiirgil!” Thomas called as he lugged a bag inside. “I’ve got something for youuuu!”

“What?” Virgil asked as he appeared, startling Thomas slightly. “What’s that?”

Thomas smirked as he pulled the bookbag ‘round and plopped it down in a chair.  “Well, since you never got to finish school, I…may have gotten a few textbooks for fun-looking classes…” Thomas said.  He pulled the four books out one by one, starting with an art fundamentals book.  “I figured this would be kinda cool.  Get to learn about shading and…colors…I don’t much about art okay moving on.”  Virgil snickered and shook his head, slinking closer to see what else Thomas pulled out.

“World History…?” Virgil said with a sneer.

Thomas shrugged.  “Ya know, history can be fun.”  Virgil rolled his eyes; he was not a history buff in the slightest.  “Aren’t you guys kind of like a history lesson now, though?” Thomas asked, knowing what was going through the spirit’s head.

“I guess,” Virgil said with a shrug.  “What else d’you get?”

“Oh, I got two different science books!” Thomas said, pulling them both out together.  “Earth science and –“

“That’s…the same chemistry textbook I used?” Logan said suddenly.  Thomas jumped at the sudden voice and turned to face him.  Logan squinted at the book and nodded, reaching out to take the book. “Same edition and everything…” he mumbled as he flitted through the pages.

“Ah, cool!” Thomas exclaimed, turning back to face Virgil.  “Hey, Virge, maybe Logan can help – Virge?”

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Gime more Roman Godfrey smut

So since this was pretty vague, I decided to use this as an excuse to write one of the prompts @weallhaveadestiny  had sent me awhile ago. So this prompt is “Reader wants a job at the Godfrey tower, but when Roman Interviews here, he’s got something else in mind. Hopefully you enjoy!

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Member: Kim Jaehwan // Wanna One

Genre: College!AU

Plot: When you were bored in calculus, you thought an innocent ‘hello’ on the desk wouldn’t do anything. But little did you know it would open up a whole new aspect of college.

Word Count: 5533

AN: Hello!! I didn’t intend for this to take so long, and I’m sorry I suck at plot descriptions but I hope you like it and I apologize if it’s terrible

Originally posted by sungwoona

You wracked your brains, eyes darting between the clock, the professor’s death glare that swept the class, and the door. Only 42 seconds left. The calculus worksheet in front of you was almost completely filled, save for the challenge questions that almost everyone got wrong anyways. You had to at least look like you were jotting something, and felt the chills tingling down your spine as Professor Jung glanced at your idle hands. You instinctively twirled your pencil, before looking at the empty corner of the wooden desk you were seated at. The urge to write perhaps a small but forbidden message was overwhelming. You check the clock again. 5 seconds left. You scribble a small ‘hello’, positive that it would be left unread and undisturbed. The bell in the mathematics building rang, and before Professor Jung could dismiss the class formally, every student rose in a frantic wave to get to the door first.

As you left, the next class was already flooding in. A heavy backpack barrelled into your shoulder, and you stumbled briefly, before shooting a venomous look at the unaware boy. His hair was ever so slightly parted, his eyes radiating the apologetic message he could not verbally say as he was swept towards the desks by the stampede of students. Had your arm not been throbbing so painfully, you would have admitted begrudgingly that he was among the cuter population of the boys you had seen in your first few months of college. You tried to not let it bother you, especially when you hadn’t a clue who this boy was, but you decided it was more important to get to psychology on time than linger around.

Hey there.’ You read the message once, then twice. You were beyond stunned at the neat Hangul letters that answered you directly under your message. It was in an obscurely dark spot as well, making the writing less visible. You smile slightly at the reply, twirling your pen as you tackled the packet on the continuation of yesterday’s lesson, this time on inverse trigonometric functions. The packet wasn’t difficult but it was not a walk in the park as yesterday’s worksheet had been.

Inverse Sin of….” your thoughts trailed off, your pencil retracing the reply. The letters were neat, in precise lines and curves. You wanted to reply, and you snuck a glance at Professor Jung. He was too busy scolding one student in the second row for dozing off to bat an eyelash in your direction. You think hard for an intelligent conversation starter. Would this anonymous writer sit here again, hoping for a reply? Or would it be some student who was oblivious to this?

How do you survive P.Jung’s boring lectures? I almost die.’ The bell rang, and you stood up dutifully with the rest of your class. You tucked your stuff away neatly, hoping to linger and at least read the expressions of the next class. You were aware that there were at least three or four other calculus classes after yours, but still the thought of possibly seeing your new friend excited you.

“H-Hey.” A timid voice caught your attention. It was the boy from yesterday, the one who had given you the ugly dark bruise that was currently throbbing on your shoulder. You straighten up, eyes meeting his own apologetic gaze. “I wanted to apologize for accidentally hitting you the other day.” He held out a small cardboard container, something reminiscent of Chinese take out. You nod, confused at the mysterious contents.

“____. Please be aware you are holding up my class and close to being tardy for you next one.” Professor Jung’s drawl caught your attention, and you flash a miserable smile at the boy before running out the doorway. Your cheeks were burning from humiliation, and you tried your best to not scowl at how obvious he had been in shaming you. You pause to look down at the box, opening the top flaps to peek inside ever so slightly. Cookies. He had baked you cookies.

You nibbled on one as you jogged lightly towards the psychology class. It wasn’t the best cookies you’ve had, but they weren’t the worst either. It made you smile at how warm and gooey the chocolate chips were, and you realized he must have at least taken the time to warm them up recently for you. What a weird boy, you think with a fond shake of your head, and march through the door for the next class, ignoring the curious glance of the teacher for your rather delayed entrance.

The bell revives me every day. Also, I swear the guy in front of me farted.’ You stifle a soft giggle that was threatening to bubble out from your lips, and instead thought of something to write back. The handwriting was the same as it had been the first day, the neat penmanship almost leaving you green with envy. You envisioned whoever this person was to have just as pretty hands. You threw a quick glance towards the clock. Four minutes left. You were proud of your ability to at least wait until after your daily workload was over with before paying attention to the messages, but you also had the suspicion that you finished quicker in efforts to read and reply faster.

‘I hope you didn’t die twice because of that fart. Are you a boy or a girl?’. The shrill of the fire alarm startled you, and you hit your knee hard against the desk’s bottom surface. Other students were throwing victorious looks as they shoved their belongings in their bags or tried to carry everything out in a cheerful early exit. 2 minutes and 9 seconds before class was officially over. Professor Jung was barking orders for everyone to exit in an efficient manner, but it was not working. You made your exit as quietly as possible, grateful it had begun ringing after your response was completed.

“This is awesome!” Said one boy, a student named Jung Sewoon. You had spoken to him a few times, and of the students in your class, you were probably the closest to him. Not that it was saying much; you were more of a wallflower, and he was more of an acquaintance than anything. He flashed an innocent and adorable smile to you, before moving onwards towards the sidewalks where all the students were trying to cram onto, excitement clearly written on their faces.

You fidget idly on your spot, trying to avoid having other peers trample on your feet as they squeezed through towards their friends. It was not that you had no friends; rather that you were quite superficial in the extent you would allow yourself to grow attached. There were nice people everywhere at university, and you were thankful for the smiles that would greet you at a lunch table, or the belongings that would be pushed aside for you to sit down at the library. Still, you had yet to find some group you wanted to wished to call yours, and drifted nomadically from group to group.

You found your gaze wander at the nearby faces, before a flicker of mild interest occurred. There was that boy again, the one with the cookies and apologetic smile, talking quite merrily with Sewoon. His eyes were in a crescent as he avidly discussed some topic, his hands moving rapidly as he tried to project his ideas. Sewoon was nodding, as if the information or whatever the other boy was saying made perfect sense. It was fascinating to see someone you had thought was more like a turtle be so animated. At a second thought, you could agree that the boy was indeed cute. He caught your lingering gaze, and sent a small smile. You felt a little awkward, almost conflicted. Your stomach had slight butterflies at his attention. You offered a pathetic half-hearted wave, which he returned with a broader grin, before motioning you to come over. Nervousness filled your veins as you stumbled towards them, Sewoon welcoming you with a friendly nod.

“Hi! I don’t think I ever introduced myself. I’m Kim Jaehwan– oh right, were the cookies okay? I was scared I underbaked them because I was in a rush trying to make sure it was made fresh.” You were stunned by his openness, and even more so at how Sewoon did not look surprised at Jaehwan’s little story.

“Oh. Uh. Hi.” You started stupidly, and then shook your head slightly. “I’m _____. And the cookies were great,” you noted how his lips quirked up a little more at this, and he stuck his hand out for a handshake. You took his hand. It was warm and rough at the same time, calluses scratching against your palm.

“So you were the girl he hit accidentally. He told me he thought you were going to kill him and that he needed to beg for forgiveness,” Sewoon followed his words with a gentle chuckle, and you were taken aback. You recalled vaguely shooting an angry look, but you were also quite tiny and had not suspected anyone to ever be afraid of you. Jaehwan sent an embarrassed look at you, before hitting Sewoon’s upper arm.

“Hey! You can’t say that to her! I’m supposed to be quite macho.” You almost snorted at the silliness between the two boys, but by then the students were all drifting away towards their next classes, which were almost halfway done, and you waved goodbye to the pair. For the first time since the semester had started, you felt excited at the thought of seeing specific people on campus. You glanced back once more, seeing the last bit of Jaehwan’s figure disappearing towards the calculus room in the crowds.

‘That’s for me to know and you to find out. Maybe. I’m hungry.’

The reply did not disappoint, and your lips slowly rose in the corners. You had little work, as your calculus class had ended up being too far in the curriculum compared to other classes, so the professor did not seem as grumpy. You had not felt as rejuvenated in a while. Sewoon was sitting the the desk beside you at your request. He appeared pleasantly surprised when you had asked him to sit next to you, and now he writing something furiously onto a blank sheek of paper. You had peeked over and seen musical notes, and decided to leave the Ponyo lookalike to his own business. It felt significantly less lonely with him a little nearer, and more like you had made a real friend.

I heard today’s cafeteria food is good. Can I at least ask what your favorite food is?’

Sewoon threw a small piece of crumpled paper onto your desk, and you unravelled it slightly. There was a message. You quietly opened it a little more, being careful to not make a sound and risk anything with Professor Jung’s hawk-like hearing. It was simply a smiley face, with the words, ‘don’t get caught’ on the bottom. You flashed a look at him, and he responded with a smile. You pretended to erase your words, hoping Sewoon would not attempt to read it later, and instead doodled until class was over.

Jaehwan was waiting outside of the door, smiling at seeing you and Sewoon.

“We should eat lunch later. Is 12:25 okay?” Sewoon nodded, before jerking a thumb at you. You were standing there awkwardly, trying to skirt your way around the two boys to not disturb. “____, you come too! We can be the Three Musketeers!” You nod hesitantly, and Jaehwan gave a satisfied smile at this. “See you guys later then!” He walked into class, wincing slightly as if already imagining the calculus that would dumped on them to make up for the fire drill. Sewoon waved as the two of you split directions as well, and you went on your merry way to psychology. It would be after this class. Then you could enjoy lunch.

You could hardly focus during psychology. It almost felt like there were fireworks exploding in your chest. You finally belonged somewhere. After months of just drifting from person to person, you finally found two people who you wanted to stay close to. You blushed a little at remembering how optimistic Jaehwan was. Three Musketeers…

By the time class was over, you could feel your stomach begging for food. You felt almost miserable at how hungry you were, but brightened at the thought of seeing Jaehwan and Sewoon. There was a spring in your steps as you made your way towards the cafeteria, and unbeknownst to you, a smile was forming on your lips as you saw Jaehwan in the distance. He was standing by himself, the first to arrive at the main entrance of the cafeteria. His eyes was pointed to the sidewalk, kicking a small rock between his feet as he waited idly. He finally looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, and his gaze lit up.

“____!” His voice was joyous. He kicked the rock gently to you, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Think fast!” You tried stopped the rock with your foot, but you took a step too far. You let out a yelp as you felt your weight shift rapidly, your foot skidding across the gravel that had accumulated at the sidewalk. You screwed your eyes shut, willing the pain to erupt on your backside as you rocketed towards the ground, into gravity’s open arms. Instead, you could feel two arms catch you, and you hit Jaehwan’s chest with a solid thud.

“Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” You squeak, embarrassed at how clumsy you were. He peered down at your face, concern showing in his eyes.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Your ankle is okay? No sprains?” You nod meekly, trying to ignore the burning sensation in your cheeks. He sighed in relief, the exhalation of his chest evident against you. Suddenly you were all too aware that you were still in his arms and that he was still supporting you. You stood up abruptly, staring at your feet.

“I’m sorry.”

“I guess this makes up for the book bag incident then,” he replied jovially, nudging you gently. “Don’t worry about it, you’re probably tired.” You nod, grateful for his words.

“You’re good at passing though. Did you play soccer?” You ask, trying to divert the topic. He grinned broadly at the compliment, puffing out his chest as if he were about to give a long, boastful speech.

“Every Sunday after church, my friends and I go. Sewoon joins in too sometimes. You should come!” You nod at the invitation, wondering if that was how Sewoon and Jaehwan had become friends in the first place.

“There you guys are!” Sewoon jogged over lightly, a smile on his face. Jaehwan opens the door for you, and you step inside, greeted with a blast of warm air from the heater. The scent of bean sprout soup, freshly cooked rice, and other side dishes wafted to you, and your stomach grumbled once again. Jaehwan laughed, a bright and high sound escaping him, and he poked your arm.

“For such a tiny girl you sure are noisy!” He said, passing a metal tray to you. He watched with amusement as you heaped on food, shaking his head in wonder at the mountain you were supposed to finish. As the three of you sat down, you grinned at Sewoon’s astonished face.

“____, are you sure you can eat that?” You nod furiously, digging into your food without another word. The boys were chattering about the upcoming open mic, trying to figure out if they should do two stages individually or do a duet. You listened, nodding every now and then, but mainly focusing on munching away. As you got your spoon ready for another mouthful, a pair of chopsticks dropped a sheet of salted seaweed on top of the rice. You looked up to see Jaehwan’s entertained face.

“Slow down before you choke,” he scolded gently, before watching you grin and finish the next mouthful. Sewoon chuckled softly at this, clearly enjoying your mukbang.

“Have you ever considered making your own eating videos?” He asked innocently, and you giggled at the thought, high fiving him. “You could probably make a lot of money like that.”

“I swear I don’t normally eat like that!” You said defiantly, laughing as Jaehwan rolled his eyes. “I was really hungry I swear.”

“Whatever you say. I haven’t ever seen Jaehwan eat like that, even when he’s eating lettuce.” Jaehwan chortled at the words, before hitting Sewoon away playfully.

“That was one time. I did it for fun!” Sewoon gave him a mocking side eye, and the two continued to bicker while you finished the last of your food. Sewoon messed your hair with his hand before picking up the tray for you.

“Well at least she finished food just in time for class. See you guys tomorrow?”

‘I like some veggies. I like eating in general. I also think it’s a shame that you can’t see the stars that well at night anymore. Light pollution sucks.’

“Ms._____, is there really no work for you to do?” Professor Jung’s sharp voice rattled you as you hastily covered the writing.

“I- I finished the worksheet of the day,” you mumble, and he muttered something about pretentious students taking courses too easy for them as he turned back to glowering at the other students. You covered your chest with your hands, trying to calm down the erratic beats. The thought of this little conversation getting caught scared you for some reason. This person was your friend, a secret pen pal. The only motivation you had to finish your daily workload in calculus was only to read the few words written down in pretty script. You sighed, while Sewoon gave you a sympathetic smile as he scribbled down the next few variables on problem 26 part c out of the 35 for the day.

The stars are pretty. Will I ever meet you?’ The words were cautiously written, and you could feel the weight of consequences that could arise. It could be a magnet that brings two forces together, or it could be the poison that pops this little bubble and keeps you from ever meeting this fascinating person. The desire to see this person had grown exponentially from the first day a few weeks back. Sometimes, to your disappointment, there would be no reply. To try to act your own part of nonchalance caused you to skip a few days as well, something that made you almost relish and despise your childish actions. If this were summed up into a more modern topic, you would certainly categorize it as online flirting in some chatroom, except there was no ability to know who this person was, and there were no feelings attached other than vague excitement that would flare in the bottom of your stomach to see the next reply.

Just the night before, you had a dream that you had met this person. You could not see the face clearly; there was a cap over the head, along with a baggy hoodie that was covering most of their body. A mask covered any distinct face features, and by the time you woke up, you were almost hysterical at how tauntingly close this all was. It had been bothering you since, and it probably showed as you sat in the soundproof practice room that Sewoon and Jaehwan were practicing in that evening.

“Are you okay? You’re awfully quiet for a girl who just downed a cup of coffee,” Jaehwan noted as he tuned his guitar, his elegant hands turning each knob until it matched his needs. You nodded, a little dazed, but smiled as Sewoon began to strum his guitar.

____ is a weird girl. But Jaehwan is a weirder boy~” His voice was clear and strong, soothing even if the lyrics made you laugh. Jaehwan began to mimic Sewoon, and the two sent lines back and forth in song while you were struggling for air as your laughter consumed you. Your sides were in stitches, and there were tears in your eyes as they finished, standing up and bowing to their imaginary audience, satisfied smiles on their faces.

“What do you think? I think we can debut with that masterpiece.” Jaehwan prompted, his eyes turning into crescents as he grinned broadly at you. You affectionate cuffed his head.

“I don’t remember half of the nonsense you two spewed out!” The two boys erupted in laughter once more, Sewoon’s muted chuckle mixed with Jaehwan’s higher squawk. It was among the stranger mixtures of noises you had heard together, but somehow it was perfect, and you felt a rush of endearment for the two boys. How would you have managed the last few weeks if that fateful encounter did not happen? Undoubtedly, it would not have been as joyous and warming as it was.

“Well, I think we should practice if we are doing a duet, because I swear if you pull some lyric mistake on me I will die of embarrassment,” Sewoon said. Jaehwan smiled mischievously, setting his guitar down on his lap for a moment.

“Did I mention I was a talented rapper? I think I can be a large contribution to this duet stage if you let me-”


‘Come to the open mic at the school cafe and you can meet yours truly. I’ll throw a little surprise gift just for you.’ The scribble excited you, and you twitched in your seat. You would meet this anonymous person tonight. You were planning to go anyways, because of Sewoon and Jaehwan. The two boys had practiced hard in the past week, and you had spent more hours than imaginable in the music department’s building, going on hot tea and water errands and making sure to bring tissues and cough drops if the boys needed it in colder weather.

“____! Are you busy?” Jaehwan’s voice interrupted your thoughts. You were walking from your dorm to the library, about to make a study guide to preview the next chapter in psychology. You shake your head, curious about his inquiry. “Wanna hang out for a bit?” You follow him, walking towards the music department. By now, the two boys had their own practice rooms to themselves, and you were all too familiar with the cozy little space that Jaehwan had led you into. A warm mug of tea revealed that he had been there earlier as well. You sat side by side on the foldable chairs, facing one of the walls.

“Is something wrong?” You asked softly. His gaze was distracted, and he was fiddling with his hands. You loved his hands. They were beautiful, and they looked like he could be a hand model if he wanted to. You loved how they were rough from all his guitar playing, but how warm they were whenever your fingers would briefly graze his whenever you passed some item. You hesitantly reached out to grab it, preventing his fingers from suffocating one another.

“Nothing is wrong. I’m just… nervous.” He let out a long exhale, before lifting his gaze to look at you. “About the performance.” He wrapped his hand around your own, and you offered a comforting squeeze. What would you have done if he had not hit you with his backpack? You probably would not have ever met this wonderful boy!

“You sound great, and you’re going to do great,” you said firmly, and he smiled at your words, squeezing your hand back gently. A blush crept up to your cheeks. When was the last time you had held hands with a boy?

“What would I do without you?” He sighed, before leaning his head against your shoulder. You froze, uncertainty and panic rising in your chest. Your heart felt like it was beating too rapidly to be considered healthy, and you were almost scared to admit that the feeling and warmth was nice.

“Are you going to sleep?” You whisper, and he chuckled at your words, shaking his head to indicate he was not. His fluffy hair tickled your cheek, and you suppressed a smile.

“Sewoon told me something funny a few days ago…” Jaehwan’s voice trailed off. You glanced at him, intrigued. “He said you-”

“Is Jaehwan there? I’m opening the door- Oh. Am I interrupting something?” Sewoon stood awkwardly at the door, his gaze flicking between you and Jaehwan. Jaehwan sat up quickly, and took his hand away. You felt cold without him, but ignored it, instead smiling and waving Sewoon in. “I brought food.” He revealed, still awkward, and held out a grocery bag of chips. Jaehwan dove for the bag, and the two boys squabbled over it while you watched on fondly.

The day flew by in a whirl of faces and colors, and finally it was evening. You stood in front of your mirror, not minding your roommate’s sleeping figure on her bed as you shrugged on a thick cardigan over your simple black dress. You were aiming for a simple but nice look, something approachable. Your heart was nervous but excited to find your pen pal, but was also excited to see Jaehwan.

A few rapid knocks on your door notified you that it was time to leave as you walked through a puff of rosewater scented perfume as you moved towards the door. Jaehwan and Sewoon grinned at you, admiring your freshly curled hair.

“This is a new side of you,” Jaehwan said as he picked up a curl, letting it bounce back in place with a smile. You were about to shove him playfully until something in his hands caught your eyes. A pink and white rose. His gaze followed yours, and he gave an embarrassed smile. “Don’t mind this. It’s a gift.” Sewoon grinned teasingly at his words.

“He’s probably going to confess to some girl. He’s been so daydreamy these days.” The words gave your gut an uncomfortable shove, and you stifled it with a hopefully non-pained smile. You don’t have a right to be jealous, you chided to yourself. He didn’t deny Sewoon’s words, much to your disbelief.

“That’s cute.” Your voice was blander than you had hoped it to be, and you grabbed your tote before turning to lock the door. An awkward pressure was between you and Jaehwan, but Sewoon took little notice as he cheerfully chattered about how excited he was to perform again on stage and how he was going to get a part time job at a local cafe as the live singer. You laughed as you fixed his red tie for him, which made him beam at you.

“I should go grab a seat now. Good luck you two!” You said sincerely. Sewoon nodded, and turned to leave. It was just you and Jaehwan now.

“You should fix my tie for me too,” he said, a little grumpily. That’s cute. You comply, gently tugging and ensuring it was straightened out. He reaches out for a high five, which you slap gingerly until he encloses your hand in his own. You turned red at the prolonged contact, dropping your gaze. The rose came into view once more, and you bite your lower lip, trying to push away the jealousy.

“I should really go get a seat now. Don’t be late.” You pull away towards the audience. A few front row seats were thankfully open, and you scooted towards one as carefully as possible. The show was about to start, and you appreciated the dim lighting and minimalist decorations that did not deviate any attention from the performers. You listened to poems, stories, and songs. And finally, the third to last stage. Sewoon and Jaehwan.

The audience was already riled up, eager to listen to the two boys. They had quite a following at the university, and even professors were fans of their angelic voices.

“Hello! We’re going to perform Skyfall by Adele. We hope you enjoy.” Jaehwan cleared his throat a little, the sound echoing from the speakers. His gaze flitted around the crowd, restless like birds provoked by a leaping cat. He’s probably looking for that girl, you think sullenly. You felt a little sour at this, and turned your gaze to Sewoon, who was smiling angelically at you, his gaze lighting up as you gave him a thumbs up for encouragement.

Their voices were beautiful together, and you were in awe. You had heard their rehearsals, and watched just how much effort was put into this, but every time you just fell more and more in love with their voices. Jaehwan’s was rich and smooth, making every note effortless and breathless. Sewoon’s was sweet and soothing, something you swore you could fall asleep to like the gentlest lullaby. The room fell silent, ears straining to catch the slightest sound that poured out of the boys’ lips. As the song hit its climax, Jaehwan’s high notes filled your heart, and you were gasping at how beautiful he sounded. You could not believe the performance was over until the last strums of the guitars died down, and Jaehwan and Sewoon stood up to bow. Jaehwan’s hand reached below his stool, where the rose was tucked away from sight. A lump formed in your throat, and you forced your gaze downward.

How could you have been so stupid to not have realized earlier that you grown to like this boy? From the bruise that was long faded, to the endless meal time chats, and even making hideous faces across the table at the library while studying, this boy had crept slowly but surely into your heart. And now here he was, about to confess to some girl, and you would be forced to watch because you were one of his close friends and you were expected to be supportive of this clueless dork. The memory of earlier today flickered in your mind, and you wanted to run away and hide. If he was going to confess, then why did he rest his head against your shoulder? Why did he have to catch you when you were going to fall in front of the cafeteria that day?

He tapped the mic, grabbing everyone’s attention with a shy and boyish smile. The lump grew harder in your throat, lodging itself in such a way that it was almost painful to inhale. Your eyes fearfully looked up, waiting for his words as everyone quieted down.

“I hope that was a great performance that you guys enjoyed. I actually wanted to say it was somewhat of a confession.” The crowd cheered, cat calls sounding in the room as your eyes met his own. What was there left to say at this point? You were just the best friend, probably one of the ‘bros’ with Sewoon. You forced a meager smile, hoping it did not resemble the grimace you were trying to contain.

“There was a special present that would wait for me sometimes in my calculus class. I had a little friend who would write me messages on my desk. I didn’t know who this person was until a few days ago, when Sewoon over here mentioned it. And then I came early, just before my class started, and saw her reply to me. It was really a beautiful sight.” Your heart halted at his words, and his smile grew fondly as he stared down at you. He took a step closer to the edge of the stage, before bending over to get closer to your level. You turned into a deep shade of red, your mind forgetting how to function. What was breathing? What was this boy even saying? Your thoughts were jumbled in some chaos, unable to form proper ideas and grasp the situation.

“And she’s here today. And she’s a girl who’s very special to me, someone who encouraged me daily while I practiced, and someone I grew to love a lot as a friend and more.” This had to be a prank, a secret camera of some sort. You opened your mouth to say something, but the words flew past in your mind, unable to ever reach your lips. He knelt down, holding the rose out to you. The room exploded in applause and cheers, all eyes fixated on you two. “____? I’m glad to have formally met you. I am a boy, I love lettuce, and the stars are beautiful, but so are you. Here was the gift I promised.”

You reached out a shaking hand, grasping the flower. It felt surreal, like a dream. He took your hand, and warmth filled your whole body. The room fell into a hushed whisper, waiting. Sewoon was smiling proudly from the side, and nodded in approval when your eyes sought his reaction.

“And I know this is sudden, but I don’t think I can wait. ___, will you be my girlfriend?” You smile, nodded wordlessly, and allowed him to envelope you into a tight hug.

Truth or Dare - Jughead Jones x Reader (w/ a lil’Bughead)

REQUEST: Hi could you write a jughead x reader where they play never have i ever/ truth or dare and she has to confess her feelings for jughead? hope that makes sense

Hi! I love your writing, and I was wondering if I can make a request. Could you write an imagine where there is kind of a love triangle between Betty, Jughead, and the reader? Thank you!

Betty x Jughead + Jughead x Reader + Jughead x Reader (platonic) + Veronica being bae

Words: 3,014 (not proofread <3)

Warnings: Cheeky bit of swearing :3

“Are you sure you’re okay (Y/N)?” Veronica was watching you carefully, wary of you pointedly glaring at your former best friend down the hall. You’d always been close to Betty Cooper, until she started dating your long-term crush, (which she knew about) Jughead Jones. You didn’t blame her, he was a great guy, beautiful and intelligent. She even asked if you were okay with her making a move on him and you had let him slip between your fingers. You had nobody to blame but yourself, but that hadn’t stopped the strain on your relationship.

Veronica was just as disappointed and distraught as you were. She’d been planning to finally let Betty know about her feelings. You’d noticed that fake enthusiasm she adorned when Betty and Jughead walked into Pop’s hand in hand. You would recognise that fake enthusiasm anywhere, as it was constantly reflected in your own eyes.

“I’m fine Ronnie,” You turned back to your locker and slammed it shut, causing some people to turn and give you funny looks. “What?!” You snapped, as you took Ronnie’s hand and dragged her through the crowds of staring students, getting away from any attention. You refused to make eye contact with the happy couple when you passed them. 

You sat in Chemistry, twirling your pencil as you failed to get anywhere with the equations on the worksheet in front of you. The chair beside you screeched as someone pulled it back to sit down. You looked up to see Archie Andrews, staring at you knowingly. He looked like he had something to say, and you weren’t going to be the one to start conversation.

“You look… tense. Like, something is troubling you?” Archie pried, searching your face.

“What are you now, my therapist?” You scoffed, turning your eyes back to your work but you could still feel his eyes on you. He let out a heavy sigh.

“Ronnie told me to remind you that tonight is the annual group sleepover, and if you’re not there, she’ll skin you alive and turn you into a designer handbag,” His tone sounded amused and you couldn’t help but grin.

“She would, wouldn’t she. You can tell her I’m not coming, I don’t feel like it,” You were hoping Archie would leave you alone, but he looked even more concerned than before.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You were excited about it up until a few weeks ago.”

Yeah well that’s because a few weeks ago, Jughead didn’t have his arm around the perfect girl next door. The girl who was everything you weren’t

You suddenly felt ashamed. That was uncalled for, Betty Cooper wasn’t perfect and she wasn’t the girl next door. She had confided in you about how she hated those words, how nobody knew what was really on the inside. Maybe Jughead was a good match for her, they could really help each other out.

“Earth to (Y/N)?!” Archie waved a hand in front of your face and you turned your head to him sharply. He sighed again.

“Look, please (Y/N)? She won’t just shoot you, she’ll shoot the messenger… and that’s me! You could do with some time off from whatever the hell has got you so moody,” He pleaded. He clasped his hands together in the traditional begging position, and you were almost expecting him to get on his knees.

What you don’t understand is that Ronnie’s sleepover is the closest to my problems that I could get right now.

You shook your head. It would be selfish to bail out on your friends. Putting all of your grudges behind you, you reluctantly agreed, causing Archie to skip back to his seat with joy.

This was going to be a mistake and you knew it.

“I’ll be honest (Y/N), I was worried that you weren’t coming,” Veronica grinned at you as you helped her sort out bowls of snacks. You had came home from school and gone straight to her house, to help her set up. Nobody else would be arriving for another hour or so.

“I didn’t exactly want to at first,” You admitted, trying not to sound rude. Veronica put the stack of plates she was carrying down and turned to you, gripping you by the shoulders.

“If you don’t want to be here, then go home. I’d rather you weren’t uncomfortable sweetie,” Veronica pulled you in for a gentle hug, which happened often thanks to her affectionate nature. Before you could object to what she was saying, your phone vibrated loudly in your pocket, causing the two of you to pull apart. 

“Sorry,” You smiled sheepishly at her and she shook her head dismissively, gesturing for you to check whoever was texting you.

You walked off to the living room and pulled out your phone, only to notice a stream of texts from… Jughead.

Jug 💖: r u going to be at ronnies?

Jug💖: pls (Y/N)

Jug💖: should i bother going?

You sighed, but couldn’t help smiling at the thought that he came to you.

Me: already there, setting up. hbu?

It didn’t take him long to respond.

Jug💖: i’ll go i guess, for the food

Me: typical jones

Jug💖: :) what are we even having food wise?

Me: Pop’s order, i have to go and get it, wdyw?

Jug💖: idk, depends on ma mood

You bit your lip. This was your chance. You’d felt so awkward around him that you’d been avoiding him, but now was the perfect chance to actually see if you could make a friendship work out of this.

Me: how about i meet you there and you can decide in the moment? c;

You crossed your fingers, hoping he would say yes

Jug💖: See you in 10 ;)

You let out a small squeal of happiness, before putting your phone back in your pocket and rushing to get your coat off of one of Veronica’s hangers. Suddenly you froze. This was a terrible idea, you wouldn’t know what to say. The feelings that you felt weren’t just going to disappear out of thin air, even if you tried to respect their relationship, that’s not how it works. You buried your head in Ronnie’s sea of fur coats and groaned. 

“Okay, what are you doing?” Veronica laughed, pulling you out of her clothes and giving you a funny look.

“I have to go get food,” You whispered, before finally taking your coat, and rushing out the door. Veronica stood there, bewildered, before shrugging and heading back to her room to edit the “Squad Spotify Playlist”.

“Ronnie will want water with that,” You smiled at Pop, who was working diligently. The diner was pretty busy that night, and you felt self conscious with a queue behind you whilst you ordered for 5 people. Annoyingly, Jughead was taking his time, scanning over the menu for awhile despite practically knowing it off by heart.

“What about you Jughead?” Pop gestured to his most loyal customer. 

“Hmm.” Was his response, which caused you to roll your eyes. He always did this, classic Juggie. 

“Hurry up, or I’ll order for you,” You threatened and he snapped out of his absentminded thought session immediately.

“I’ll take a cheeseburger with fries and a coke please.”

You heard people in the queue behind you sigh in relief and you scoffed.

“Really? “It depends on the mood” you say. That’s your order every single damn time we come here Jug.” 

He shook his head. “Actually, sometimes I get Dr Pepper,” He shoved you playfully and you giggled, shoving him back. 

“And lastly, what about Betty?” Pop knew about your meet ups, so of course he expected Betty to need an order as well.

Suddenly, the play fighting and friendly messing around with Jughead meant nothing, and you were back to feeling uncomfortable. Pop noticed the sudden change in mood, but didn’t question it and instead turned to Jughead.

“Uh, she’ll probably have a hot dog with fries, a small salad and a coke,” He also noticed you looking sheepish and was about to say something when you interrupted him.

“Fanta.” You mumbled, which caused both Pop and Jughead to look at you.


“Betty would want Fanta,” You smiled sadly. 

“Is something going on between you and Bets?” He whispered in your ear, discretely, as Pop looked down to change the order but you decided to ignore him.

“Anything else?” Pop grinned at the two of you. 

“You know what, some onion rings and garlic bread would be nice too, I’m starving,” You tried to ease the slight tension that had formed. Jughead left your side to sit down in his usual booth, waiting for the food to be cooked. Once you paid Pop in advance, you made your way over to the booth and sat across from him. Jughead looked distracted, his mind elsewhere as he stared out the diner window. You decided you wouldn’t bother trying to make conversation, so instead, the two of you waited in silence.

There wasn’t even much banter on the way back to Veronica’s.

The layout was simple, two long parallel couches in Veronica’s living room. On one couch, Archie and Veronica who were currently discussing Archie’s music. On the other couch, Betty and Jughead. His right leg was lazily strewn over her lap, and she was tracing circles on his feet. You were watching over everyone from the kitchen. It would be too awkward to ask Betty or Jughead to move from their spaced out position so you could sit down, and it would be awkward watching them head on from the other couch. So you sat alone, eating to your hearts desire.

“Hey (Y/N),” You looked up from your food stash to see Jughead. He was sat casually on the counter but you’d been so distracted you hadn’t noticed him come over. He was looking at you with concern, searching your face for any signs of illness or something unusual. 

“Hi,” You reached for the onion ring bowl, but he took it from you and began to devour them fast. You let out a frustrated grunt before shoving him off the counter and jumping on him.

“You should know not to mess with someone’s food!” You laughed, whacking him repeatedly with his beanie. He was laughing too, trying to shove you off of him as you mercilessly hit him with his hat. Suddenly you noticed his eyes go wide, staring at the ceiling above you.

You followed his gaze, your whole posture relaxing and that’s when you realised you made a mistake. Your weakest spot was exposed and vulnerable. Before you could do anything, Jughead had lurched forward, relentlessly tickling your sides. You burst into a fit of giggles, trying to roll away from him but failing.

“Ju-Juggg-Jug stop. Stop I can’t breathe,” You continued to giggle, trying to swat your hands at him. He stopped when you realised you did actually look like you needed some air and got off of you. You stared at each other, panting before bursting out into another round of laughter. His hair was messy from your teasing and your cheeks were flushed pink.

“Hey guys,” a voice came from behind the two of you and you turned around. Betty was standing there, her hands clasped together and an awkward smile fixed on her face. You realised how this must look awful, although you were sure that Betty had seen that you were only tickling one another. Jughead got up, stuttering as if trying to explain himself, before lending a hand out to you to help you up. You dusted yourself off before attempting to walk past the two. Betty stuck a hand out though, stopping you in your path. “(Y/N), can we talk?” She looked at you pleadingly. You didn’t have the heart to reject her.

“Sure Bets,” You nodded and she smiled up at you. That was the first time you had called her by her nickname over the past few weeks. Betty made eye contact with Jughead, signalling that she wanted to speak to you alone.

“(Y/N), I need you to be honest with me. We’ve known each other for so long that I can always tell when you’re lying so don’t you even try that with me. I keep trying to talk to you and you’ve either avoided me or you’ve been blowing me off,” She looked upset and you felt a pang of guilt. You pulled her in for a short-lived but sweet hug.

“I’m sorry Betty, I’ve been a bitch,” You sighed with regret but Betty looked distant, as if she was trying to figure something out. 

She hesitated before saying, “(Y/N), be honest, do yo-” 

“Get over here people! We’re gonna play a little game. And I mean right now!” Veronica’s voice called from the other room. You knew she would drag you in by the ear if you didn’t get there fast enough. The girl knows what she wants.

“I’m sorry Betty, I promise we’ll talk later okay,” You patted her on the shoulder before walking into the living room to sit next to Jughead on one of the couches. Betty followed reluctantly, giving Veronica an annoyed look that she willingly ignored.

“We’re going classic folks, how about a little game of Truth or Dare?” She clapped her hands excitedly. You would bother objecting, but it really wasn’t going to do much.

“Seriously Veronica?” Jughead looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up, but as expected, Veronica didn’t give two shits.

“Yup!” She seemed to be enjoying everyone else’s despair. Archie tried to lighten up and seem enthusiastic, but even he was a bit scared.

After a couple of stiff rounds, the game actually got pretty fun. Everyone let loose a bit and just enjoyed themselves, which is exactly what you needed.

You’d learnt that Veronica had trophies from professional ballroom dancing competitions as a child, Archie could do 97 pushups in a minute, Jughead could walk like an orangutang, Betty ran away from home once and you had a lot of double joints. It was interesting to learn all these quirky, dumb things about each other which could be used as conversation starters in the future.

As the game went on though, Betty kept trying to pull you aside. Somehow though, you would always get interrupted by someone else or the happenings of the game, and you couldn’t find the time to sit down and have a proper chat with her like she wanted. Betty was obviously growing frustrated and impatient, as demonstrated by her increasingly stubborn mood.

After Betty had ran around, touching every single wall in the Lodge apartment, it was her turn to ask. 

“(Y/N), truth or dare,” She looked determined and you actually felt quite intimidated.

“Uhm, truth I guess,” You picked with the sleeves of your sweater nervously.

“Remember I can tell when you’re lying so don’t even try to pull one on me. Do you or do you not still have feelings for Jughead?” 

The flat fell silent, your face drained of all colour and you swore you could see stars.

“Betty, I don’t th-” Veronica began, attempting to defend you but Betty silenced her with a glare.

“Please (Y/N), I have to know,” She turned to you, a pleading look in her eyes.

“Still?” Jughead was staring at the floor, his eyes wide and mind racing. He looked up at you and you hurriedly looked away. You hated the feel of his eyes burning into you, searching for answers. It made your skin crawl and shiver.

“Yes,” You mumbled inaudibly. Veronica and Archie’s faces displayed awkwardness and pity as they tried to blend into the background of the conversation.

“Wha-” Betty didn’t even get to finish.

“YES BETTY! Yes I do, is that the answer you wanted to hear? Does it satisfy you to know that you’ve made me feel so useless and doubtful of myself? Is that what you wanted? I’m sorry that I’m not the perfect fucking girl next door, I’m sorry I can’t live up to anyone’s standards. I-i…I’m done,” You snapped at her. Jughead’s mouth was opening and closing, his tongue trying to form words as he stuttered, trying to comprehend everything. Betty shrunk back into her seat, her eyes brimmed with tears and cheeks flaming pink, perhaps with guilt or embarrassment.

You weren’t sticking around to find out. You stood up so fast you felt dizzy, and stumbled around a bit before finally picking up your bags and racing out the door. Your vision was clouded with tears as you tried to make your way down the hall to the elevator. Suddenly you were pressed against the wall and caged between someone’s arms. Wiping away the tears, you saw Jughead, staring at you with an expression that you couldn’t describe. 

“(Y/N) lo-,” he began but you pushed him off and stopped him before he even began.

“No Jughead. P-please don’t. I said some horrible, unnecessary things to your girlfriend back there and you’ve made it worse by following me out here. I’m sorry for what I said, I need to tell her that personally though. Right now, you need to get your ass back in there and take care of her. She loves you and you love her. And I love you too, and I’ll never stop loving you, probably more than I’ll ever love anyone else. But I love my friends too, and I’ve already trashed one of them. Go be with Betty and be the boyfriend she deserves, okay?” You felt a surge of power and confidence through your words, and you refused to break eye contact with the boy ahead of you. He just nodded wordlessly.

Suddenly he stepped forwards, he seemed to be contemplating something. You were frozen to the spot.

“I love her (Y/N), and I too, will always love you, don’t forget that,” His voice broke through his words and you nodded in response. He began to walk back to the door before he stopped, turned around and ran up to you, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you into a tender but salty kiss. You felt stiff at first, before reaching up to gently place your palms over the cold hands that so delicately framed your cheeks. It was passionate and soft and your lips interlocked with one another’s like puzzle pieces. It didn’t feel right though, not at the root. As you pulled away, you both felt yourself come to an closure with your eyes. No words needed to be exchanged.

Never again. He walked off, back to the flat, back to his girlfriend.

Nothing wrong with a lil’ game of Truth or Dare.

I like this one more than I like the last one :) There most likely will not be a part2 and the reader + juggie do not mostly likely end up together. The ending was not supposed to be a “OMG I SHOULD HAVE BEEN WITH YOU ALL THIS TIME,” it was more of a, ‘what could have been’ if you get me?

I mean I could make an alternate ending using the classic “Betty will understand” ( @betty-coopers-number-one-stan @kingpendleton @satanwithstardust @jugheadjns @pendletonthethird )

oh and I’ve been forced to tag @mrsjugheadjonesthethird

Help Me Get The Girl Part 9 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,835

Warnings: Language.  Light content in relation to being physically intimate.

A/N:   Here is part 9 and it will be super dramatic throughout the whole part.  It’s probably the BIGGEST turning point in this story.  I appreciate your patience with me writing this and all your support.  Receiving your asks and comments after my posting fills me with never ending joy!

This part is dedicated to @dolanwithlife for her continuous support!

Your POV:

I was now sat in the passenger seat of Grayson’s Bronco, the wind flowing between my fingers as my arm dangled out the window.  My mind was focused solely on my brother’s health and getting revenge against his assaulter.  In my peripheral vision I could see Grayson looking my way a few times, but my mind demanded that I pay no attention to him and only focus on what steps to take next with the situation at hand.  

The only thoughts I truly had were:

Find him.

Have him held accountable.

Take him to court.

Make sure he doesn’t gets away with it.


I wasn’t sure where he was taking me, but I didn’t really care, all I wanted was to get away from the situation.  The car came to a stop and I realized that we were at his house.  Standing on the front porch was Ethan with a solemn look on his face and I knew that Grayson hadn’t planned on taking me on an escape.

“You told me you would take me anywhere.” I grumbled, my eyes planted on my twiddling fingers.

He sighed, “Grace called me upset about what happened so I figured I could be there for her and E could be with you.”

“Well it’s not her fucking brother!” I slammed my fist against the door, ignoring the throbbing pain that shot through my wrist.  A thick silence filled the car as my eyes drifted in Ethan’s direction.  He stood there, eyes still trained on me and Grayson, trying to analyze what was going on.

Grayson’s hand reached for me but I slapped it away with the very little strength I had in my emotionally weak body.  My hand reached for the handle, ready to bust out of that car and childishly stomp my way into the house.

And then, I realized something.  He truly thought that this was the best plan with the given situation.  He was so invested in her than the rest of us were just bystanders with a small role in his life.  He didn’t realize that he was pushing me away and quite frankly I could tell that he was pushing Ethan away as well.

“It’s my brother.  He’s my brother.  For her to use that as an excuse to have your attention sickens me,” I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling my body begin to heat up, “Go be with her since she’s going through such a traumatic experience with my brother getting brutally beaten.”

Opening the door I slammed it loud enough for it to echo throughout the area.  I faced Ethan, all of the will power I had left in me slowly dissipating till it was no longer present.  As I stood there, seeming to be helpless, Ethan strolled towards me with his arms opening, wrapping me in his embrace as soon as he reached me.  

“Let’s go inside.” he whispered into my ear, his arm wrapping around me protectively. “We can go to my room and watch a movie or sit in silence.  You choose whatever you want.” he rubbed my back as we crossed over the threshold into their house.

Without thinking I slid myself out of his hold, turning to him with blazing eyes, “That’s what your brother said, too, and yet he drops me off like I’m nothing.  My decision is to go home.”

I turned on my heel to storm out of the house, but Ethan caught onto my wrist.  He pulled me back, knowing that I wasn’t going to fight him, but my stubbornness hadn’t faltered, “You’re my best friend and best friends don’t let each other feel alone and like they’re nothing.  I’m here, I’m present in your life, and I’m not going anywhere.  As dumb as Grayson is for doing this, I promise that he meant good by it.  He texted me saying that he was bringing you to me.  Sure, he was dumb as hell for going to Grace when this all had nothing to do with her, but he just wanted everyone to be okay.”

“I don’t care,” I snapped, “It was a shitty move and I’m over it.  They can go screw each other for all I care.  You know what?  I have an idea.” Switching roles, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him behind me up the stairs.  He reluctantly followed me, allowing me to lead him into his bedroom.

My actions were driven by anger and pain.  Nothing about my state of mind was okay.  There was a thick fog of rage blocking every path of reason and freeing the roads to regret.  What I was about to do next, would fuck up things in more ways than the obvious one.  I was digging a hole that I could never fill.

Right when we stepped into his room, I lifted my foot to kick his door closed behind me before capturing his lips with mine.  At first Ethan froze, giving me nothing, but it only took a few beats for him to respond.  He stumbled backward, his hands gripping the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head before discarding it on the floor.  I mimicked his actions, tossing his shirt on top of mine.

As he took the time to look over me as I stood before him, I let a devilish smirk make its way only my face.  It was a smile I had never used before.  This wasn’t me.  This was the hurt.

Pushing him down onto the bed, I climbed on top of him, my hands fumbling with the button of his jeans.  My lips were on his again, my teeth tugging on his bottom lip, my body begging for more–my mind not wanting me to stop.

Ethan worked his hands out of my hair, moving down my sides, his palms warming my skin.  “You’re so beautiful.” he mumbled against my lips, his hand now flat against my lower back pulling me closer to him.

Sitting up, straddling him I moved my hands up his torso feeling every ripple of his toned abdomen, “Don’t say that.” I demanded, hands now on his chest.

He held me up as he sat himself up, lowering me so that I was now sitting, legs on both sides of him, “I will never lie to you, Y/n.  You deserve to know how beautiful you are.” he moved my tangled hair out of my face.  “I need you to look at me now and listen to me.” his tone came out serious.

I shook my head, “Please, don’t.”

“I won’t let you do this to yourself, Y/n.” he lifted my chin, forcing me to connect eyes, “As much as I’d love to share this moment with you and take your pain away, I’m just can’t.  If I’m going to be intimate with you again, I want it to be what you truly want and right now… I know this isn’t what you truly want.”

My vision started to blur from the tears building up in my eyes, “E, I’m so sorry.” I sobbed, my hands covering my face in embarrassment.

“Don’t be.” he pulled my hands away before placing a light kiss on the tip of my nose.  “You weren’t thinking straight and I was right there, sometimes we act without thinking.”  He moved off of the bed, turning and lifting me off of it.  “Now,” he grunted and set me down, “How about some ice cream?”


With nothing in hand, no backpack on my shoulders and the only thing I was carrying being determination… I made my way down the freshman hall to the detention room.  When I got to the door there was no think time, no processing the repercussions, and no hesitation.  My hand twisted the knob and threw the door open.  

There he was, sitting in the corner, with only detention as a punishment for putting my brother in the hospital.  Matt Morrison.  He wore a smug smirk as he twirled his pencil with his fingers.  The way he was so confident that he wasn’t going to have anything worse than this was what pushed me over the edge.  Breaking out into a dead sprint I got to him and slammed his head against the desk.  There was a small cracking sound that told me I broke his nose against the surface.

In the background I could hear the gasps of shock and the teacher yelling at me to stop, mixing in a few threats of suspension here and there, but none of that mattered compared to what this douche bag had done to my brother.  Feeling someone tug on my arms I pushed them off, my adrenaline giving me more strength than I had anticipated.  My stopping for a short moment gave Matt the advantage, his hands shoving me back and to the ground.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he shouted, his hands wiping the crimson liquid pouring from his nose.

“I’ll show you.” I growled standing back up and pouncing, only this time… I didn’t make it to him.  Arms wrapped around my waist, keeping me from swinging at his face with the perfect hit.  I screamed and kicked as I was carried out of the room, “YOU MOTHER FUCKER I’LL MURDER YOU!  DO YOU HEAR ME?  YOU TOUCHED MY BROTHER NOW I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU UP!”

I continued to scream threats and profanities the whole way out and down the hall.  I thrashed and fought against the muscled body holding me back, my mind running wild.  “Put me down you little bitch!” I screamed, attempting to pull their hands apart to let me go.

“Y/n stop.” I recognized Grayson’s voice.  “God, I knew you would do this.  I could tell by the look in your eyes when you go to school this morning.” he set me down, allowing me to turn and face him.

“Screw off, Grayson.” I tried to size him up but failed miserably.

“I just saved your ass in there!” he lectured, “Matt’s bigger than you, you would have only had the upperhand for a few more seconds!  I get the vibe that it doesn’t matter if you’re male or female; if Matt’s going to fight you, he’s going to go all out.”

“Whatever.” I snapped, looking behind me to see if anyone had followed, specifically the teacher.  “I may have needed help, but I would rather have had my ass beat than be saved by you.” my eyes narrowed in on him, my jaw clenched.

He let out a deep breath, “I know you’re upset with me and Grace but…”

I let out a humorless laugh, “I’m not upset, I’m livid.  Both of you can go screw yourselves for all I care.”

“Gray, Y/n!” I heard Grace’s voice screech from the end of the hall, followed by the clacking of her slightly heeled shoes on the floor as she approached us.

“Lovely.” I rolled my eyes, folding my arms across my chest.

“Oh my gosh, what happened?” she asked, looking at my disheveled appearance and Grayson’s dominant stance.

I sarcastically shrugged, “Oh just talkin like the buds we are.” I made my forced smile in a way where they both knew that it was fake, “Grace, how’s Theo doing?  I heard you were super upset!” I faked worry.  “Oh wait… he’s my brother, not yours!”

Her face softened as Grayson’s eyes widened, “Y/n, I didn’t mean to make it seem like…”

“Like it was all about you?” I cut her off, “Like it usually is?  Like it always has been?  Right, Grayson?  It’s always been about her, hasn’t it?” his mouth opened and closed a few times; he was speechless.

Grace reached out for me, “Y/n, calm down.  Let’s talk.”

“No!” I moved away from her attempt at consoling me, “Don’t tell me to calm down!  As my friend, you were supposed to be there for me, but instead you were using my brother as an excuse to get attention and that is disgusting.”

Grayson tried to bring the quarrel down, “Okay, let’s just take a deep-”

“Oh shut up, Grayson.” I groaned, throwing my head back.  “Honestly, you two are perfect for each other.  Your heads are so far up each other’s asses you can’t even see.” I pushed past the both of them, “Just… don’t talk to me anymore.  Stay away from me.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” Grace shouted, causing me to come to an abrupt stop.  “Y/n, I love you, but you’re being unreasonable right now.  Instead of throwing a tantrum, how about you come back here and talk to me like an adult.”

“How about you go fuck Grayson and mind your own damn business.” I roared, whipping around in her direction.

“Y/N, THAT’S ENOUGH!” Grayson boomed.

“No surprise, someone swooping in to save Grace.  For the first time ever, it’s not me!” sarcasm dripped from my voice.

Leaving Grace behind, he sped past her, grabbed my forearm and drug me behind him.  I glared in Grace’s direction and flipped her the bird until I could no longer see her.  My feet banged heavily against the floor as I tried to keep up with him, allowing him to drag me around like a dog.  

Once he reached his Bronco, he ripped open the passenger’s side door, lifting me into it knowing that I would attempt to walk away if he didn’t.  After slamming the door shut, he climbed in on his side and started to drive us away from the school.

He began to scold me like I was a child, “First you break Matt’s nose, second you’re screaming profanities at the top of your lungs, and then you’re fighting with your best friend!  I know you’re upset, but you can’t go around acting like that.”

Ignoring him, I stared out the window the whole drive, not acknowledging him once.  Pulling onto a gravel road he drove for a few minutes before finally reaching his selected destination.  He got out of the car and began to walk away.  Curiosity getting the best of me I got out as well, anger still pulsating throughout my veins.

I took in my surroundings “Why are we at your family’s cabin?” I whined, following him to the porch.

Grayson went over to the window sill, lifted up a loose piece of wooden framing, and pulled out a key, “You wanted to get away, so I’m helping you get away.” he mumbled, unlocking the door.  Upon entering, he ran his hand through his hair and turned to me, “Is this what you wanted?” he threw his arms out.

“What do you mean what I wanted?” confusion was written across my face as I shut the door behind me.

“For us to be like this?  For everything to be messed up?  Look at what this stupid deal did to us!  Look at what it did to your friendship with Grace!” he dropped his arms.  “I know about you and Ethan last night!  How you let your emotions get the best of you; what happened in his room. He’s my brother, he tells me things.”  I cast my eyes to the ground in shame.  “I know that it wasn’t intentional and you weren’t in the right state of mind, but don’t take it out on Ethan or Grace.  This is about you and me.  Take it out on me.”

He dropped his physical and emotion guards and left himself open to me.  Gladly taking the invitation I stepped forward, “We did mess this up.  I hate it.” I slammed my fist against his chest.

“I hate that my brother got attacked.”


“I hate that I used Ethan and he forgave me for it.”


“I hate that I’m so angry with Grace.”


“I hate that I hurt someone today even though he deserved it!”


“And I hate that I let myself become this person.  I HATE THE PERSON I AM RIGHT NOW!”

With one last bang on his chest I broke down into tears.  My lips tightened as the aching in my throat started to make its appearance.  My hands covered my eyes to hide my humiliation as I leaned my forehead against his chest.  He pulled me into a tight hug letting my tears soak his shirt.

“I fucked up, Y/n and I’m sorry.” he spoke into my hair, “I’m so sorry.  Tell me what I can do to help you.”

“Distract me.” I begged.  He pulled away and looked me in the eyes, holding my gaze for a beat before leaning in and brushing his lips against mine.  “You realize I just kissed your brother yesterday, right?” I said, our lips still making feather like movements against each other.

“Yes, but the difference is…” he pulled me even closer, “You won’t be doing this to use me.  This has always been so much more than that.” and this time when he leaned in, he fully closed the gap.


Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Baby it's all a Game

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung x reader

High school au/Angst/slight smut

Mentions of marijuana and drinking

based on a real life story

Word count: 8.2k

Part 1/?

There is only one person you had your eyes on ever since you started high school, and he will never be yours. Not now, not ever. Your feet are grounded to the floor, just as the game ended as you watched his girl wearing jersey running up to him for a hug, and slowly you felt your heart begin to shatter.

You could see him smiling as his hands were wrapped around her waist, securely and filled up to joy as she screamed happily for the final football game. Your school won by a landslide, by him running toward the end goal in victory, pandemonium breaking out from the bleachers as the other team lost. But you’re here, not having the enjoyment of the win  or any of the excitement as you watch the couple. He’s swinging her around in his arms, laughing with his honey sweet voice and kissing her from her forehead and her cheeks, her lips, her nose, from the ecstasy he’s experiencing. That was when your first heartbreak destroyed you, ruining your weak heart, and the first time you felt like crushed diamonds and broken into pieces.

Kim Taehyung will never be yours.

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Eren was never late to school. His father never allowed it. Unless it was a doctor’s appointment, but that was especially hard seeing that his father was one of the head doctors at the hospital. 

Jean slumped in his seat, eyebrows pulled together in concern over the other boy. He twirled his pencil between his fingers, staring blankly at the math worksheet his teacher had given him. He had been worried all morning, not that he knew why. Eren always got on his nerves, pushing buttons in a way no one had before. But there was still a stupid, confusing feeling in his stomach and his chest whenever he heard Eren laugh. 

“Stupid fucker,” Jean muttered to himself, scowling at Eren in his mind. 

“What’s your problem?”

He looked up, Connie leaning back on his chair and rested his elbow on Jean’s desk. 

“Yeah, you look constipated,” Mikasa added and Jean rolled his eyes. “Eren wasn’t even here this morning so I don’t see why you’d have a reason to look so pissed.”

“Exactly.” Connie nodded in agreement, noticing the way Jean’s head dipped lower to hide his eyes with his bangs. 

He could feel his friends’ eyes on him but he didn’t say anything, shifting awkwardly in his seat knowing that he had been caught. 

“Aww,” Mikasa cooed, “you’re worried about him.”

“Am not.” Jean bit back and looked up at her. They held eye contact for a moment and he finally sighed in defeat because he knew that he wouldn’t win a stare down with her and those knowing eyes. “Fuck you.”

“Kirchstien, language.” Mr. Ackerman warned from a couple desks in front of them as he helped a student. He didn’t even need to look up to know that it was Jean. “Springer. Ackerman, do your work.”

Jean’s friends exchanged looks before turning back to their desks. He watched as their teacher stood up and made his way back to his desk, everyone looking up as the door opened. 

Eren walked through the door, keeping his head down as he trudged his way to Mr. Ackerman’s desk. The older man looked up, taking the note from Eren’s hand and they exchanged a few words. It was a rare moment that Jean saw concern over their usually emotionless math teacher. Eren gave a shrug and a wave of his hand before making his way to his seat. 

Connie and Mikasa looked just as offended as Jean felt inside. He didn’t even look their way, pulling his stuff out before getting to work. A girl in front of him turned around and handed him the worksheet, pausing for a moment before smiling at him and turned back around. 

“Is it just me or is Eren acting… different?” Connie whispered. 

“No, it’s definitely not you,” Mikasa agreed and sat back in her seat, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Connie and then Jean. 

There was a strange feeling in Jean’s gut and his chest. Eren was never this quiet and he didn’t like it. He liked the fact that Eren could never shut up, that he livened up the room with his stupid jokes and he loved the fact that only Eren could crack a joke that got a reaction out of Mr. Ackerman. 

Throughout the rest of the period, Jean couldn’t stop glancing over at Eren, watching as he kept a hand on his jaw or his mouth or his cheek, as if he was holding it carefully. He winced in pain every so often and it made Jean all the more worried. 

He couldn’t jump out of his seat fast enough when the bell rang, Connie and Mikasa right behind him as they walked up to Eren’s desk. 

“Hey, where’ve you been all morning?” Mikasa asked. “We missed you in homeroom. Mr. Smith did the whip because Connie aced his biology test.”

“Fuck yes I did.” Connie beamed proudly, high fiving Jean.

Eren didn’t answer, shrugging lamely as he stood up and finally looked at them. There was something different. But none of them could place what it was. Jean hated such a pained looked frown on Eren’s face and it made him determined to get whatever was bugging him out of his big mouth.

But when Jean opened his mouth, nothing came out. Words caught in his throat and when Eren met his eyes, Eren was the first to look away with a slight tint on his cheeks and he turned on his heels and grabbed Mikasa’s hand to pull her out of the classroom with him. 

“What did you do to him?” Connie asked and Jean scoffed. 

“Nothing. For once.” 

Lunch was quieter, a strange aura filling the space at their lunch table as Sasha and Connie scrambled to fill the awkward silence that was often easily filled with Jean and Eren’s bickering and stupid jokes that ended in loud laughter. 

Last period was when Jean finally figured out what was Eren’s problem the whole day. He was thankful to every God imaginable that he got to see Eren strip shirtless everyday. It was a blessing. Not that he told anyone but himself. 

As usual, Eren was avoiding Jean. He avoided Jean in the locker room and when they did their stretches and a lap around the gym for warm up. But that didn’t stop Jean from staring at him, admiring the look of determination on his face as they played volleyball or dodgeball or whatever game it was. Jean wasn’t paying attention. 

But he should have been.

“Jean! Look out!” 

It was too late for Jean to duck, the ball hitting him in the side of the head, sending him tumbling backwards. He rolled a little, landing on his back. All the wind had been knocked out of his lungs from shock for a moment, the ceiling above him spinning and he heard multiple whistles and footsteps running towards him. 

The first person that popped into his vision as he sat up was Eren. 

Eren and his bright smile as he laughed, clutching his stomach and nearly doubling over as he did. It entranced Jean and he stared stupidly, watching as the other jogged over, holding out his hand to help pull Jean up from the ground. He lead him over to the bleachers, the coach checking up on them before going back to the game.

“Are you okay?” He asked through his laughs but Jean was having a hard time hearing him due to the fuzzy feeling in his head from Eren’s laugh. 

“I, uh, yeah—hey,” he held up a finger, “you got braces.”

Eren’s smile immediately fell and he looked away, clearing his throat. “Yeah.”

“Wait, no, Eren, wait, it’s not a bad thing.” Jean grabbed his arm as he tried walking away. “I like it.” He blurted, both tensing at the words that hung in the air between them. 

“Huh?” Eren was blushing and it caused Jean’s heart to flip in his chest. 

“I said I like it,” he repeated, more for himself than for Eren. “It fits you. You look really…”

“Bad?” Eren snorted, arms folding across his chest as he flipped his hair out of his eyes. 

Jean blurted out the first word that came to his mind. 


Eren gaped at him, blush reaching to the tips of his ears and Jean wished that stupid ball that Zeke had thrown knocked him out. He stared at his feet, shifting awkwardly on the bench as he waited for a reply from the other boy. 

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re hitting on me.”

Jean looked up, a grin coming to his face as he noticed Eren’s, lips revealing his new braces with green and blue rubberbands on them.

It gave Jean a small dose of confidence. “And if I am?” 

Eren stood up, giving him a wink. “Then I should be late to school more often.”

Such a Fucking Angel

Summary: Warren is starstruck from the moment he first sees you, but refuses to act on it. This leaves Jubilee and Kurt to concoct a plan that’s so crazy it just might work. 

Request:  Hi! How are you? I have a request, if that’s okay, could u do a Warren Worthington III x reader, please? Where the reader is a cute klutz who curses like a marine (or is it a fishman?). Anyway, thank you in advance.

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x Reader 

Word count: 2208 

A/N: We’ve been working on this for a while, and tada! It’s finally here!! I apologize to everyone who was waiting for this fic, but I hope you enjoy it!! (other requests are being worked on now!! it might take a bit but they’ll be out as we can get them done!) 

Originally posted by mfspaint

The sky was clear the first day he saw you. 

Warren Worthington III had transferred to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters during the summer, to properly settle and prepare for the new year. 

His third day there, the sun was beating down, the sky was empty, and he’d chosen to take a walk. His wings were folded close to his back, and he’d stuck his thumbs in the belt loops of his shorts. Warren brought a hand up to tug at his collar, which somehow felt tighter in the midsummer heat.

It was just then that he heard a loud thunk, and an oddly assorted set of curses.


Warren followed the source of the noises, eyebrows furrowed. A confused smile tugged at his lips.

“Does anything hurt you at this point? Like actually?” Kitty Pryde laughed, offering her hand to you. You took it gratefully, pulling yourself up with her help. 

Warren swallowed, eyes trailing up your figure as you dusted yourself off.

 “Well, at this point it hurts my ego more than it hurts me.” You blinked a few times, choosing to wait out the slight buzzy feeling in your head. As your vision focused, you saw a blond boy with white wings. He was staring at you uneasily.

You couldn’t have died. Could you

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The Sitter (1)

Summary: A busy tour schedule means someone has to take care of RapMon, and your services are taken up by the slowly smitten leader of BTS.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Friends to lovers

6k words 

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/N

“Good morning, Y/N’s dogsitting, Y/N speaking.” You said in your friendly, professional voice. You were currently just about finishing a paper of molecular development when your smartphone rang.

“Hello, I need a dog sitter for about a month.” The deep voice on the other end was soothing, but you pushed it back on the realisation taking care of a dog for a month was a long time. You could do it though, you were going to be off university for the next three months and had plenty of time to spare.

“That’s absolutely great. What’s his/her name?” You asked, twirling your pencil in your finger thinking about how a month of dog sitting would pay for your vacation to Hawaii next year.

“Uh,” He laughed for a second.

You patiently waited for him to tell you, you had dealt with embarrassing names before so you were sure you could deal with this.


Your hand flew to your mouth instantly as you tried to conceal your laughter. You could deal with cookie, sugar puff and creme brûlée (all names you had heard of) but RapMon? As in after the kpop group Bangtan’s leader?

“Ah, RapMon’s a Bangtan fan I see?” You asked light heartedly. Even more surprising was that male kpop fans were a rarity, so you were naturally intrigued.

He laughed on the other end, “something like that.”

“We have the same favourite, I’m sure we’ll get along.” You chuckled.

“I’m sure he’ll be pleased.” The voice on the other end replied in the same tone of banter you had.

“Well, if you just send me some of RapMon’s details like health, any dietary requirements, likes and dislikes then I can get back to you and we can go from there.”

“Great. I’ll see you soon.” The attractive voice on the end of the line said.

The phone call ended after you said your bye and you made a note to yourself to check your emails regularly for RapMon’s owner. Putting your phone down, you couldn’t resist covering your mouth in embarrassment as you laughed.


The voice on the phone was just so…manly. It didn’t make sense for him to name his dog after the leader of a highly successful kpop group, unless he was really a fan? He must be, you thought. In all honesty you couldn’t blame him- the stan in you came out defending all the reasons why Kim Namjoon would also have male fans.

Whilst you weren’t super active when it came to being a stan, you liked Bangtan enough to know who everyone was, their likes/dislikes and personalities. Of course, Kim Namjoon had caught your eye early on and it was his ability to rap to your soul that made you hooked on his voice for some time.

You didn’t dwell on them too much, but you were a stan and to dog sit someone who was a stan enough to name their dog after a member was pretty interesting.

You were interrupted from your thoughts by a ding coming from your Mac, alerting you of a new email.

Wow, this guy must be a real hardcore fan, you mused. The email even read

Subject: Dogsitting


Hey there,

Here are the details of RapMon below, email me or call me on this number: 011442773926 if you need anything else.

Name: RapMon

Sex: Male

Breed: American Eskimo

Dietary: Allergic to salmon.

Health: NA, healthy.

Likes: Walks, running, playing, learning new things and tricks.

Dislikes: Being left alone (aggressive barking if left for too long).



You burst out laughing. He even called himself Namjoon.

You replied with an email including your address instantly, as RapMon seemed like a great dog to take care of which would cause no issues for you.

Later that week, you were set to welcome RapMon to your humble but dog friendly home and waited patiently in your living room to meet him and his owner. In all honesty, you were eager to meet the owner. The owner was a stan just like you, so there was bound to be some good conversation waiting, especially if he was as hardcore as his email suggested. You were also eager to meet RapMon. Whilst dog sitting paid well for a student like you, it was also fun. You loved animals and dogs especially. The whole idea of dogs being a mans best friend only was shit for you, you also thought dogs could be anyones best friend: you could make friends with most of them anyway.

The rapt dinging of your house bell broke your thoughts away, as you realised RapMon and his owner were just on time. You straightened out your dress before getting the door, afterall- first impressions were everything.

Showtime, you thought.

Upon opening the door your eyes betrayed your brain in expectations for RapMonsters owner.

You could recognise those eyes instantly, even underneath the red baseball cap which was some sort of weak disguise. Those plump lips were defining of him, and your mouth couldn’t help but open in surprise at the realisation of exactly who it was that was in front of you.

The face now staring back at you looked at you expectingly, as if to invite him in. In any other situation, you would have exchanged names, shaken hands and invited him in by now for a cup of tea. Yet, you weren’t in any other situation.

You were in front of Kim Namjoon, RapMonster from BTS.



You tore your eyes away from his penetratingly expectant gaze and looked to see a playful American Eskimo circling his legs.


“Ah, so this must be RapMon.” You said shakily, after what felt like an eternity trying to mask your surprise.

“Ah, I don’t normally do this but do you mind if I come in?” The velvety smooth voice asked, and you looked back up to him again. Right, you reminded yourself.

Time to invite an idol into your home. Get a grip, Y/N. He’s just a normal person whose pretty well known across all four continents of the world.

No big deal.

“Come in! How rude of me…” You trailed off, extending your arms in a welcoming gesture as they directed him to your cozy living room.

You shut the door behind you after RapMon happily followed his owner, gently barking to be picked up by him. You watched the owner, Kim Namjoon pick up his dog and ruffle his snowy white coat in his arms.

“Would you like some tea?” You asked politely, tearing your gaze away as he took some gentle steps into your living room looking around.

Your cozy living room was dog friendly, a customised playstation set up which saw RapMon immediately interested as he jumped out of his owners arms and into the little play area.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped out of your lips as seeing the cute dogs reaction and playfulness. Neither could Kim Namjoon control his laugh, “sorry, he really should have better manners.” The smile reached his eyes, and you could tell he doted on his pet.

“Nonsense, it’s there for him.” You said.

“So, we have green tea, olong, chai, english breakfast tea, coffee, juice, coke, water…whatever you’d like.” You said after a pause, surprised you could remember all the teas you had in your cupboard.

“Chai’s fine, I have to get back soon though as my flight leaves in a few hours.” He said, and the realisation hit you he probably had a tour coming up which is why he was leaving you with his dog for a month.

“Sure, take a seat and make yourself comfortable.” You said, to which he graciously accepted as you saw him sit down on one of your couches and play with RapMon.

In the kitchen, however- you were having a little crisis.

So, RapMon was the idol Kim Namjoon of BTS’ dog. It explained a lot, like the stronge email you had received at first from what you had just assumed to be a really hardcore male fan.

No, it was the actual Namjoon.  Namjoon who you really thought was a genius.

You took a deep breath as the kettle you had turned on stopped its boil. Taking a cup, you poured the steaming hot water over the tea bag and let it sit as the spices filled your senses, calming you down. You poured a dash of milk over and took the teabag out. After you had made yourself a cup of tea too, you went back into your living room to find Kim Namjoon petting RapMon gently on your couch.

It was a sight that made your heart clench, but you repressed it as you put on a poker face before cutting to the chase. You had to. You just couldn’t let him leave like that.

After he graciously thanked you for the chai and took a sip, you dared to sit near him on the edge of the couch and turned to face him.

“So, RapMon is named after you.” You said trying to repress your smile.

Namjoon’s dimpled smile came out as he became shy and looked down.

“I’m sorry, I should have made it clearer from the start.”

You chuckled. “It’s okay, I could have been a crazed sasang fan for all you know and planned to lure you into my abode to feed you to hungry nietzens.” You said in a mock serious tone.

Namjoon laughed, and the sound really was musical to your ears. It vibrated against your eardrums and was infectious.

You didn’t really hear it much, even on programmes.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not, right?” Namjoon playfully mocked, looking around the room to find any hidden cameras.

“Speaking of, I’d appreciate it if this little fact stays between us.” He said, and you quickly picked up that he was referring to being outed to the press or fans that you were taking care of RapMon.

“I won’t be breaching any confidentiality, it’s even in the contract I signed over to you.” You assured him, which earned you a grateful smile.

“So, why my humble dog sitting services?” You asked.

“Well, I need someone to look after RapMon regularly even when I come back from tour, and your place isn’t too far from my residence believe it or not.”

Ah, so you’d be seeing him regularly.

Internally you gulped.

“Well you don’t have to worry about RapMon, he’ll be taken care of really well.” You said.

“I’m sure he will, normally RapMon barks at strangers but he seems to have a particular liking to you.” He pointed out, noticing how RapMon was circling your leg too.

He was right, from your knowledge American Eskimo’s were supposed to take defensively to anyone that wasn’t familiar. RapMon here clearly felt at ease with you, all before you had even picked him up.

“Is that so, do you like me RapMon?” You cooed as you picked him up and lifted him up off the floor as he licked your cheek.

Yeah, he really did like you.

“Ah, RapMon don’t you have any manners kissing someone so quickly?!” Namjoon laughed looking at you apologetically.

“He’s so friendly, we’re going to get along great.” You said as RapMon jumped out of your arms again and into Namjoon’s.

A phone call interrupted your conversation, and Namjoon looked at it regretfully before putting it back into his back pocket.

“That’s probably my manager, they offered to take RapMon to you but I just wanted to say bye to him myself before leaving. i have to go.” He said getting up.

“Of course, where are you touring this time?” You asked casually.

“It’s the leg of our East Asia tour. Malaysia, Indonesia, Japan, China and Vietnam.” The countries sounded amazing to you, and of course you had been to Japan a few times yourself.

“How amazing! Is it just working then, or do you get free time to yourselves too?’ You asked, wanting confirmation just for your fan curiosities.

Namjoon laughed, ‘well do you want the fan answer or the Namjoon answer?”


“Well the fan answer is that we get time for both, the Namjoon answer is that we’re actually working, even when we’re out for dinner and a pic gets put on SNS- that’s still us working. We get a little free time in between. Why, have you been to any of the places?” He asked. Smart you thought, he realised where your question was leading.

“I was just going to suggest a artisan bakery I know of in Japan, you guys work so hard and their cream cakes are the best treat after a long day of work.”

“Well, we really don’t say no to food recommendations. Text me the name and I’ll be sure to have a look.” He said and winked.

Your heart stopped, but you hoped he couldn’t tell.

“My numbers in the email I sent you, any serious issues though if you can’t get a hold of me or my manager, here. call my omoni.” He said taking out a plastic card from his backpocket and handing you it. It had his mothers name and phone.

“Of course, don’t worry about RapMon too- I’m training to be a vet so I should be able to spot if anything really goes wrong.” You assured him.

“Great, I’ll see you in a couple of weeks then.” He said before taking up RapMon and making him promise to be good, like a father talking to a child. It was endearing.

“I’ll miss you buddy, be good for Y/N.”

RapMon seemed to whine after he realised his owner was about to leave him, but you enticed him away with some special dog treats and let Namjoon quietly leave.

Shutting the door, you exhaled as you leaned against it.

“Oh my God.” You breathed out, dropping to sit down against the floor.

RapMon had come back with now a inflatable dog bone and was staring at you expectingly. You took a good look at him for the first time. Like his owner, the dog was also striking. His fur was snowy white and his eyes were jet black. He was also pint sized, making him one of the cutest dogs you had ever seen.

“Right buddy, time to play?” You said. Smart dog, he reacted instantly as he jumped up and down and nudged the inflatable bone towards you.

You relaxed your breathing. RapMon’s owner shouldn’t have that much of an effect on you, just because he was one of your favourites from a band you loved. Besides, it wasn’t like this was going to lead to anything. All you had was an infatuation with the character Kim Namjoon assumed, that was all.



A week into dog sitting, and RapMon was the adorable dog you had ever had the pleasure of looking after. He was smart and caught onto all the new tricks you showed him early on, learning them at an extraordinary pace.

He even got you extra paper when you were out hand writing your assignment. You had no idea how he managed to find the cupboard where you kept the spare A4, but the dog was clearly perceptive.

He made friends in the park, but barked at their owners and you scolded him for once. This afternoon you were watching some TV to wind down after a hectic assignment load, with RapMon busying himself with a chew toy in the play den when you decided to turn on Music Bank.

Immediately, as if sensing his owners presence Rap Mon started jumping up and down. Of course he would, BTS were about to perform.

RapMon made his way over to you and nudged your leg, as if to show off that it was his owner on TV. Your eyes were probably deceiving you considering how many hours you had been writing those assignments, but you could have swore Rap Mon jutted out his chest like a proud father.

“I know, that’s him isn’t it?! Do you miss him?” You cooed, taking RapMon on your lap as you both watched his performance. As usual, the dance and vocals were spectacular. Namjoon led the group so well, and you couldn’t help but admire him.

RapMon whined. It was the cutest, but a pang of sadness hit your chest as you realised his whine wasn’t positive. He actually missed Namjoon. After the performance ended, RapMon’s demeanour changed. Instead of his usual playful and curious self, he retreated into the other end of your couch and curled himself up.

He didn’t move for over two hours, it was like he was grieving.

It broke your heart to see him miss his owner so much, your attempts to coo him out to play were also lacking.

Sighing, you decided to do something that you would probably regret and over analyse later on.

Your fingers hovered over the number and contact labelled ‘KN’ because you couldn’t quite put down you had Kim Namjoon’s phone number into your phone just yet, it felt too real.

“Do you want to speak to daddy, RapMon?” You asked, ready to press the video call button. You had no idea if he was in concert, but you saw he was in Japan a few hours ago so you assumed the time was around 12, meaning he would most likely be at his hotel now. The Music Bank show was well ended too, and concerts didn’t drag into midnight.

RapMon barked in approval, finally moving out of his little curled ball and placing himself patiently on your lap, looking at your phone expectingly with doe eyes.

Screw it, you pressed call.

After four rings, the ‘connecting’ sign that appeared on your phone meant he was actually picking up.

“Y/N! How are you?” The voice and face on the other end came in union. Even through a screen it was as velvety as it was in real life. From your observations, you could see he was in a hotel room and leaning against a bed frame. He was also in pyjamas, and from what you could tell with hair sticking to his forehead- freshly showered.

RapMon jumped up and licked the phone screen.

“RapMonnie! Are you being good?”

RapMon licked the screen again, clearly missing his owner.

“We decided to call you after seeing you on Music Bank, RapMon curled up in a little ball after the show ended and didn’t move for over two hours because he missed you.” You explained.

“Ah, RapMon!”. Namjoon yelled, clutching his heart. “You know at home, he’ll sometimes act like he doesn’t need me at all and put on a macho act. This is cute.”

“Did you hear that RapMon, you’re cute. Of course you are.” You said as RapMon nestled himself in your lap and curled up.

“I’m sorry for calling you on such short notice, but he really looked distraught I just had to do something.” You said, trying to make it clear that you hoped you weren’t interrupting anything.

“We’re just having our free time for today, so it was a good time to call. What have you guys been doing this week?” He asked, looking genuinely interested.

So you started to tell Namjoon about your week with RapMon, and to your surprise you drifted into other topics that you were sure he would try and steer clear of- seeing as he didn’t know you like a friend or anything. Yet, here you were- being friendly with Kim Namjoon. The conversation was one of the most natural you had in a while, and after you got over your initial anxiety of actually talking to an idol, you berated yourself for not thinking about how Namjoon really was someone you could talk to like any other person you were interested in.

There was nothing to fear.

“It’s 2am! Namjoon, you should really be asleep now.” You said noticing the time after your 2am alarm to check on RapMon sounded. Ramon had drifted off to sleep by now though.

“Is it? We still haven’t talked about Primo Levi.” He whined, as if sleep didn’t matter to him at all.

“Don’t you have a concert tomorrow?” Whilst you were happy to talk about Primo Levi’s diary (as your conversation had drifted into favourite writers), you didn’t want to be the reason why Namjoon would give a tired performance.

“It’s okay, I haven’t spoken so freely in a long time.” Namjoon said, a wide smile on his face. That sent a tug towards your heart, as the innocence of his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Okay, but this is the last writer I tell you about.” You warned, before talking to Namjoon about Primo Levi’s brilliance.

It was a rarity that you would find someone to talk to a Holocaust survivors diary about at 2.30am in the morning. Yet, here you were. If someone had told you you’d be doing this a few weeks ago, you would have laughed in their face and told them to take a hike.

Namjoon began dosing off soon enough though. Slyly, you pried him away from the phone and giggled internally at the realisation RapMon and his owner were alike in some ways. Once comfortable, they both shared their world with you. Namjoon clearly didn’t mind to be half asleep talking to you.

“Sweet dreams Namjoon.” You said gently, and he murmured something intelligible himself before you pressed the little red button on your phone that ended the call.

Safe to say, sleep didn’t come as easy to you that night as it did to Namjoon.

Four weeks had passed by quicker than you had thought. RapMon went back to his usual happy-go-lucky self after talking to his owner a few weeks ago, and you made a habit to avoid putting on music shows when RapMon was around just in case he would become sad again. From your SNS updates though, BTS were on fire with their tours and interviews: the last thing you wanted to do was interrupt Namjoon when he clearly was so busy touring.

Today was the day that RapMon was supposed to leave you, as BTS’ South East Asia tour had wrapped up and they were ‘free’ or much more free than usual for the summer.

“Are you going to miss me RapMonnie?” You asked RapMon, who was happily waggling his tail finishing off the last of his meal from the dogbowl. You had just finished fixing a bowl of cereal yourself and watched RapMon devour the contents of the bowl from your sofa.

RapMon continued licking the bowl, much more interested in the sauce of his meatball meal than anything.

You laughed, and then watched the little intelligent creature make his way over to the treat drawer in the play den for some doggy biscuits. Smart kid, he figured out where you hid them.

“Fine, but only because you’re a genius!” You said, letting him take a few. You didn’t want Namjoon to think you couldn’t disciple RapMon and come back to a really unruly pet.

The doorbell rang. Namjoon was here.

“He’s here RapMonnie!” You said, and RapMon jumped all the way up into your arms.

“Come on, let’s go answer the door.”

RapMon in your arms in tow, you opened the door to see an attractive Namjoon leaning against the door frame, dressed in fashionable chinos and blue shirt tucked in.

He smiled widely.

“RapMonnie!” The dog jumped into his owners arms from yours and frantically licked his face in excitement.

What the cutest thing was next was that RapMonnie flicked his large beady doe eyes between you and Namjoon, confused as to whose arms to go into next now that he had jumped into his owners. It was like a child picking their favourite parent.

“RapMon, are you so quick to leave me already?” Namjoon asked in shock, and RapMon looked like a sense of guilt passed over him as he stayed still in his owners arms looking down.

You both laughed.

“Come on in, unlesss…you have somewhere to be?” You said, hesitating as you realised he’s just here to pick up RapMon from your place.

“No, no, I’ve just finished a world our. You couldn’t get me to be somewhere if you paid me.” Namjoon joked, stepping in.

“Tea, coffee, juice?” You asked again, expressing hospitality.

“Coffee would be great, actually. Only if you have a cup.” He said, making his way into your living room.

“Make yourself at home!” You called out from the kitchen, preparing two cups of steaming coffee.

After bringing the cups back again, a sense of deja vu hit you and you reminded yourself this was the same situation you were in a month ago when you had met Namjoon. A month in, and you were comfortable with his presence. It was like it didn’t faze you as much that he was apart of your favourite band.

Inside you were dying to ask about the other members, but resisted.

“I, uh got you something to.” He said after you sat down and handed him the mug of coffee.

You eyes landed on the cute shiny bag he had brought inside with him, and a blush crept up your cheeks.

“You really, really didn’t have to get me anything Namjoon!’ You stressed, considering your bank had been deposited with a lot of money the other day for taking care of RapMon.

“You’ve been taking care of RapMon so well, usually we have to put him through a couple of sitters when I’m on tour because so many can’t handle him.”

“So please, take it as a token of thanks. It’s really not that much too.” Namjoon stressed, making you feel guilty about not taking it from him.

Hesitantly, you did and took out the contents from the bag.

Oh, wow. You thought.

This was really thoughtful. Cute and thoughtful too, they were cream cakes from the bakery you had eventually texted him to visit.

“Jimin and Jungkook couldn’t stop once we went in on a little break, I had to pick some up to you on the way back seeing as you introduced me. I hope you like cho-“ You cut him off by embracing your arms around him. Of course it wasn’t romantic, more of a friendly pat hug but a good  hug nonetheless.

“I always crave these! I’m a student so it’s not like I can go to Japan all the time, so thank you so much!” You expressed your thank you well.

Namjoon looked flustered, and you wondered if you had embraced him for too long.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hugged you like that!” You yelled, apologising since…it wasn’t like you were friends with him or anything. Or so you thought.

“I love appreciation, I’m not going to turn those down. Friends right?” Namjoon winked, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

You gulped internally.

“Friends.” You said meeker, not quite adjusting to how Kim Namjoon thought you were now friends.

Namjoon, RapMon and you had an afternoon tea of sorts with cream cakes and coffee. You talked more about writers, and you introduced him to your collection. Conversation flowed easily with him, and you loosened up with every minute of talking to him. He seemed to as well.

Safe to say, you had made a new friend with the unlikeliest of people.

“Ah, I’ve suddenly just had some inspiration for a song. I really don’t want to leave you but I can’t focus if this doesn’t get put out.” Namjoon said watching you, distracting you from playing with RapMon.

You understood, he needed space to pour his thoughts out.

“It’s okay, go.” You said, encouraging him with a smile.

“I’m sorry, I feel bad when I said I’d stay for dinner too.” Namjoon looked at you apologetically.

“You’re a writer, inspiration hits you in an instant. I know you need to get it out. It’s kind of like when I have a theory writing my papers. I have to get it out.”You explained.

“It’s like a block.” Namjoon added.

You were planning on saying those words next.

“Absolutely. Go, Namjoon.” You pushed.

“Here, you can’t cook right? Take some of this pasta.” You said, quickly getting a spare container and loading out some pasta that you had made earlier on in the day. You knew he couldn’t cook being a fan, but also he let it slip today whilst you were both having coffee.

“Is this carbonara? It’s mine and Yoongi’s ’s favourite. We’ll eat well. Thank you.” Namjoon said, as you passed the large container tightening the lid.

“Share some with the others.” You also added.

“Of course. What kind of leader would i be, keeping all of this delicious stuff to myself?” He teased. “I’ll call you in a few days about RapMon I guess.” Namjoon said, but you had a feeling he’d be calling you a lot from now on.

You walked him out to the front door with a now sleeping RapMon in tow who said a silent goodbye to. Namjoon took a good look at you, causing you to raise your eyebrows in question.

“These locks work right?” He asked out of the blue.

“Yep. A little shaky, but I doubt anything bad will happen.” You re-assured. This was odd, he sounded very concerned for a new friend.

“Just checking.” He said after a pause.

“See you soon.” Namjoon said.

“Bye.” You said, tucking a hand behind your ear and waving him out. As soon as he was out of sight, you shut the door and did what exactly you did a month ago when Namjoon walked in to your life.

You sunk down onto the floor.

Your new friend just checked if your locks were working, which was boyfriend material.

You sighed. Everything about him screamed your type.

Your heart rate accelerated. No, he wouldn’t even think of you like that. You thought you should be pleased he would even consider you as a friend. You thought an association to someone you admired was enough- but to actually find out you guys got along really, really well? That was just out of the blue.

You knew there was always something special about him, but then what fan didn’t?

You were going to have an interesting time living across the street from him, and you would need to stock up on coffee. Meetings with Namjoon left you restless after he left.

AN: This is going to be a cute story, with just angst to drive the plot (nothing so heavy but also I love angst so there’ll be some, just not the overload I usually put in my stories). Also, it’s going to be 3 parts max.  

The girl he once knew ∾ r.m

Originally posted by mazikeenhart

posted 4/9/17

request? yes
   “ YOO i love your writing, could i request a reggie x reader where the two were like frenemies in middle school but reader moved away and then moves back for sophomore year but she’s changed from who reggie remembers her? like she’s cut her hair short and has tattoos and has rlly toughened up??

warnings: none

a/n: thank you for the request! requests are open and you can request here + i’m thinking about making a part two for this imagine. yes? no?

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4 years.

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