Most people spend their days believing that others are mere passersby in the narrative of their life. Friends will come and go, relationships will start and end, and ultimately, you are the main character of your own insular story. Some people, however, will reach an epiphany- an ability to look at the bigger picture and see others as more than just a character.
Jungkook is not one of these people.
He is young, full of life, and likes to have fun. Between his social life and schoolwork, he doesn’t have the time or energy for philosophical musings. Right now, though, he could afford to put his schoolwork aside for a few minutes to talk to you.
It wasn’t a secret that there weren’t many single girls who would turn down his attention. He was good looking, charming, and the resident campus sports star. And it wasn’t like he was asking for much- a night together was all he wanted. What reason would a girl have to turn him down?
Apparently, you had found one, if ignoring every one of his advances was clue enough. He didn’t understand it. He had never done anything wrong to you, not that he could remember at least, so he didn’t get what warranted the cold shoulder. He deliberated if it would be rude or make you angrier to outright ask if he had done something. What if he forgot he did something and you only got even more irritated?
He pursed his lips and only considered for a moment, shrugging as he came to his decision. What did he have to lose?
“Hey,” he whispered, tapping on your shoulder to garner your attention, “did I do something to make you mad at me?”
You almost groaned. You had hoped if you ignored him he’d go away, but he seemed intent on disturbing the silence and peace you had relished in prior. Your eyes scanned his form, sitting across from you at the table with wide, too innocent eyes and shelves of books backing him. At first you intended on just ignoring him some more, but once you caught his doe eyes, staring you down just like those of a child who just asked for candy, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. He hadn’t done anything wrong to you.
“Just… it’s really no secret why you approach girls, Jungkook. And I really don’t feel like being one of those girls you fuck once or twice and then move on from.” You explained, sighing as you did. He nodded slowly in return, processing what you had told him.
“So then we can be friends, right? Like, with benefits thing. Would that help? We don’t have to do anything right away.” He bargained. You released a heavy breath out of your nose. He had entirely missed your point. You really couldn’t imagine yourself managing to talk your way out of this situation without putting something across wrong, so you did the next best thing you could think of: answer ambiguously.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Then can we still… talk in the meantime? Y’know, at least work on the whole ‘friends’ part?” His inquisition came with adorable flushed cheeks and averted eyes, making you smile to yourself.
“Sure. But… later. After I finish my schoolwork. I’m in the library for a reason. Not just to try to score a good time.” You teased playfully, laughing lowly when he grinned sheepishly and assented.
Months passed, and you and Jungkook grew closer. You became comfortable playing around with him and he no longer thought solely of what he’d potentially get out of a friendship with you whenever he saw you. He had initially pestered a little bit about the “benefits” part of your agreement, but after your explanation of why it could take a while for you to decide, he stopped bothering about it.
“Things like this are important to some people, Jungkookie. Me being one of those people.” You made clear. He had acted as if it was a novel concept, which you supposed it was in today’s society, but had accepted your reason nonetheless.
Now, as you tossed grapes into his mouth while he played video games, patiently waiting for your turn to use the only working controller (the last one had broken a few weeks ago due to his manic button pressing), you still worried about having sex with him. Feelings that had been buds before you became friends blossomed once you were, and you admittedly feared the emotional toll that having a physical but not romantic relationship would take on you. It didn’t take half a brain to know that starting a “no strings attached” friends with benefits relationship with someone who you had feelings for was a bad idea.
But apparently you didn’t have half a brain, because with a few drinks and some drunken grinding, you ended up waking up next to him in his bed, stripped bare with his sleepy gaze lingering on your stunned face. The contented smile gracing his features at seeing you awake quickly turned to a frown when you sat up in the bed, your back ramrod straight and clutching the sheets to your otherwise exposed chest. Your clothes were scattered across the floor, along with his, and your hair was mussed and knotted, your hair tie snapped on the floor.
“Is something wrong?” He inquired, sitting up beside you. The sheets fell to his lap and bared his upper body to you, causing you to flush.
“We had sex.” You replied, almost in a tizzy. He chuckled.
“Yeah. So? It’s just sex. No biggie, right?” The brunette asked, causing your heart to drop. You didn’t want ‘just sex’, and had been trying to avoid it since the very beginning. You shook your head, holding back tears before getting up and beginning to dress yourself.
Jungkook got out of bed as you made your way to the bedroom door, fully intent on showing yourself out. He grabbed your wrist, catching your attention and stopping you in your tracks. Turning around, you could see the utterly confused look on his face. He was obviously worried, and the fact the he still remained clueless to the situation despite your reaction was like a shot to your heart.
“Why are you leaving? Did I- did I do something wrong?” You pursed your lips at his question and pulled your wrist from his grasp. He let you go without a struggle.
“Some people want sex to mean something, Jungkookie.” You intoned, trying to keep your voice as level as possible but not managing to get rid of the mournfulness laced in.
With that, you walked out, leaving him bewildered and alone in his dorm. He remained in place for a moment, shocked by the fact you left- a girl had never left, in fact, he normally had to push her to leave- and because of the strangely hollow sinking feeling in his chest. He had wanted you to stay, why would you leave? He had planned on going to get breakfast, playing some video games, maybe another round if you were feeling up to it, but he hadn’t planned on you walking out.
So he did the only thing he could think of, and called Namjoon for advice.
Namjoon listened patiently as a bemused Jungkook explained the situation to him, grimacing from the other side of the phone as the younger man went over exactly what he had said before you left.
“Jungkook, do you like her?” Namjoon inquired, causing Jungkook’s brow to furrow.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He replied. Namjoon groaned.
“No, Jungkook! From what you told me, it sounds like she likes you too, and someone with your reputation can’t expect to just sleep with a girl who likes them and expect them not to get hurt. And you told her it was ‘just sex’! What message does that put across?” The realization hit Jungkook like a slap in the face.
“Y/N thinks she’s just another hookup.” He voiced. “Hyung, I fucked up.”
“Yeah you did.” Namjoon agreed. “So why are you talking to me? Go talk to her.”
Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. He hurriedly hung the phone up and pulled on some clothes, hoping if he ran fast enough he might catch you before you either locked yourself in your dorm or deviated from your usual way home to go somewhere else. He knew you probably didn’t want to talk to him right now, so calling would be useless. He shoved his phone into the pocket of his pants as he rushed out of the door.
It only took a few minutes of searching to find you, a few blocks from his dorm building. He pumped his legs faster and thanked every deity he could think of for giving him the foresight to work out regularly as he finally reached you. He gripped your shoulders and spun you to face him, leaning down to catch his breath for a moment before standing to his full height before your wide-eyed gaze, dropping the figurative bomb without a second thought.
“I like you. A lot. So I didn’t intend for you to just be a hook-up, and I thought you knew that, so that’s why I got confused when you wanted to leave.” He explained, brown eyes boring holes into your own watery orbs with the intensity of his gaze. Suddenly, it softened. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.”
A tense silence settled between the two of you for a split second, before a solid whack! resonated through the air. You shook out the hand you had slapped his bicep with, not expecting it to feel like hitting a brick wall while he laughed. You scowled.
“You asshole. I thought you were just that dense.” You grumbled, averting your eyes and lowering your head to avoid him seeing the smile you were fighting off. “You like me back?” The hope in your question seeped into your voice. Jungkook grinned and wrapped his arms around you.
“Yeah.” His thumb and forefinger cupped your chin, directing your gaze to meet his own. “Am I forgiven?” You nodded, smiling.
“Yeah.” He puffed out his chest and smirked down at you at your confession, looking rather haughty.
“Good, because you running off really threw a monkey wrench into my plans, so now we’ve got some lost time to make up for.”
A/N: Am I late? Yes. But I got it done. Also, to the anon that requested this, I don’t really know if this is exactly what you wanted. Feel free to tell me if it isn’t though, I’ll gladly whip up another oneshot for you!
me: I’m no larrie! you’re all just over reacti- me: *sees a blurry ass two pixel picture on harry’s table* me: INVESTIGATE LARRY!!! THE WELLINGTON CURSE STRIKES AGAIN!!!!! ELEANOR AND GRETCHEN ARE BEHIND THIS!!! WHY DID LOUIS GET THE DAGGER
American Sniper undeservedly over-performed, getting nominations for Picture, Actor, Editing, Screenplay, and both sound awards. It showed up here and there at most awards precursors but the Oscars really liked it the most. Biggest surprise here was actor, with Cooper not really hitting any major notes with precursors. This was certainly a package deal. At least Eastwood didn’t get best director.
Boyhood went as expected, being the frontrunner that it is. It’s been very strong in the categories that it’s been running for.
Birdman went as expected mostly with 9 nominations, but got both sound nominations, which was foreseen by some recent sound guilds, but didn’t look like a possibility until recently. It was snubbed for editing, which was a big surprise considering the support it had gotten in that category. Possibly due to the seeming lack of editing, though that hasn’t stopped films like Gravity.
Foxcatcher performed better than expected, getting Director, Actor, Screenplay, Makeup, and Supporting Actor. Carell was slipping in the actor race for Oyelowo and Gyllenhaal, even Fiennes looked to maybe best him, but he made it in the end. Miller was a big but welcome surprise, being the first director to be nominated without the movie getting a Picture nomination since the Oscars expanded the category. Package deal here.
The Imitation Game performed well as expected (8 nominations), just not making the cut for Costume Design and making the cut for Best Director, as the DGAs had it.
Selma was snubbed nearly across the board for actor David Oyelowo and director Ava DuVernay. Selma had misfired at the guilds due to screener issues, so it looked like that was the blame. Still having performed well with the Critics Choice and Globes and with a 99% on Rotten Tomatoes it looked to still be a major contender, but ended up with nominations just in best picture and the Golden Globe winning song. A surprising lack of support for that picture nomination.
Nightcrawler didn’t look to be a contender early on in the year, but as awards continued to award the movie and Jake Gyllenhaal almost everywhere, it looked almost sure to be nominated in a few categories. But the Oscars didn’t agree, as it only made it on for screenplay. A package snub.
The Grand Budapest Hotel got a ton of nominations (9) as it did at the BAFTAs and Critics Choice, even sneaking on for Editing. Fiennes rightfully didn’t make it to the end.
The Theory of Everything did just as expected, though I kind of thought it would over-perform a bit as it did at the BAFTAs, but no.
Whiplash did well, making it in for sound mixing and film editing as well as the more expected awards, but couldn’t quite land the best director nod I was hoping to see.
Gone Girl was perhaps the biggest surprise of all, getting JUST ONE nomination for Rosamund Pike, snubbed for the all solid Score, Editing, Picture, and most surprisingly, screenplay. This was a package snub.
Inherent Vice: With the Oscars having snubbed PTA’s great last film The Master for well-expected awards. It’s surprising that this made it at all since it was unexpected. The shitty screenplay was nominated and so were the costumes, which both had gotten some precursors not surprisingly. But I really didn’t think the Oscars would go for it.
Wild had a snub and a surprise. Laura Dern, who looked good early on but was snubbed at the Globes, BAFTAs, and SAGs made it to the end here over Chastain and Russo. But the screenplay, which was nominated elsewhere, was snubbed for American Sniper, not too surprising, but for Inherent Vice as well.
Interstellar got 5 nominations but it faced a snub for cinematography, which in recent years has been locked on with the visual effects winner.
Mr. Turner got its 3 expected technical nominations but with an out-of-nowhere surprise for best score.
Unbroken’s reviews got the best of it, but it made it in for the technical awards
The biggest snub of the morning was that The Lego Movie, the frontrunner, with rave reviews and great box office performance, didn’t make it in the animated category for the small hit Song of the Sea, despite the original song nomination which would normally accompany it. That movie and Kaguya prove that the Oscars really do love their small foreign animated movies.
Ida snuck in for cinematography, as I predicted, because the Oscars love black and white films here.
Force Majeure was snubbed for foreign film in what looked to be a lock according to precursors, allowing the two films battling it out for the last slot, Tangerines and Timbuktu, to both make it on.
Life Itself was majorly snubbed from documentary, just like last year when Stories We Tell and Blackfish didn’t make it. There were the usual surprises here.
In the sound categories, Interstellar, Unbroken, and American Sniper expectedly got in for both, but Birdman did, too. Fury, a war movie (which they love) was snubbed here possibly due to the attention of the other war movie, American Sniper. The Oscars have snubbed superhero movies here in the past and they did it again, snubbing Guardians of the Galaxy.
They did not snub superhero movies in the visual effects category, however, nominating all three instead of Godzilla (which I had a feeling they would snub) and The Hobbit, which was more of a surprise snub.
One pattern here might be the snubbing of both Nightcrawler and Gone Girl. Everyone says the Oscars hate dark movies (and yet Foxcatcher did very well) but these looked safe because they were fun and entertaining and had great critical and audience response. Oscars didn’t go for them.
There is no dress rehearsal Just a script that I’ve never read A sad story that is universal A vague idea of what to expect
Is it curtains already I haven’t learned my lines Is it curtains already I just thought that we’d have more time
A missed call with a message attached “We need to talk when you have a chance” I stood frozen in that Gainesville venue Not knowing how to react
Is it curtains already? I haven’t learned my lines Is it curtains already? I’ll improvise
Not surprising I put off the call Socialized and put up a wall Anything to prolong the chances Before confirming she was really gone I crossed SW 2nd Street Made the call and stared at my feet “She passed away about an hour ago While you were onstage living the dream”
ik zou je niet moeten schrijven. Ik zou het echt niet moeten doen maar de laatste weken was je er weer, dat vraagt om een reactie. Er zit een zekere mate van veiligheid in de dichte envelop. Misschien werk je niet meer waar je werkte, misschien ben je verhuisd, misschien herken je mijn handschrift op de envelop en besluit je dat het openscheuren van het papier al meer moeite is dan ik verdien. Zelfs als je de envelop opent en dit alles leest, is er een zekere garantie dat je me niet wilt antwoorden, en dat is prima. Ik zend al lang niet meer om een reactie te krijgen, ik vraag me af waarom ik dat eerder zo hard nodig had.
Ik had niet verwacht weer aan je te moeten denken, maar mijn hoofd was leeg, alles wat ik door drukte en nieuwe mensen voor me uit had geschoven sinds juli, dwarrelde neer. Het was anders, zo zonder woede, zonder pijn of wrange gevoelens. Ik voelde een nieuw soort rust in het herbeleven van onze beste en slechtste momenten en ik dacht: ‘wellicht is dit hoe accepteren voelt.’ Misschien is het tijd dat ik stop met over je vertellen alsof je een grapje was, we weten beiden dat ik er toen niet om kon lachen, en nu nog steeds niet, om eerlijk te zijn.
Ik heb een baan, sinds kort. Een echte baan, met veertig uur per week en een kantoor vol collega’s. Na mijn werk ga ik eten, sporten, dan ruim ik op en lees ik een boek tot ik ga slapen. Het is een simpeler leven, het past me beter dan de onregelmatigheden waar ik me zes jaar mee bezig hield. Ik heb weinig behoefte aan sociaal contact, geen zin om mijn leven te delen. Ik ben geschrokken van meisjes die me aan hun ouders wilden voorstellen, dat vind je vast ironisch. Ik heb steeds meer behoefte aan mijzelf op de achtergrond zetten, stiller te zijn. Ik zou het niet erg vinden als wat mensen me zouden vergeten, ik vergeet anderen vaak genoeg.
Er zullen mensen zijn die niet begrijpen waarom ik over je schrijf, die zullen vinden dat je de woorden niet waard bent. Er zit ongetwijfeld een kern van waarheid in, maar ik heb eigenlijk nog nooit geschreven over zaken die het waard zijn. Ik schrijf over eenzaamheid, maar geloof niet dat ik mijn eigen eenzaamheid echt begrijp. Ik schrijf over stuklopende romances (ik weet nog wat voor hekel je daaraan had) en zodoende dachten mensen op een moment dat ik een soort vrouwenverslinder was. Wellicht geloofde ik er zelf ook even in. Ik schrijf over geweld, maar dat publiceer ik niet, zometeen denken mensen nog dat ik issues heb, haha.
Ik heb nooit geschreven over de slechte relatie met mijn broer, over de angst voor ouder worden en kracht verliezen, over mijn zorgen dat ik geen goede vriend ben voor mensen om me heen, over mijn angst om mensen te verliezen die ik onvoorwaardelijk vertrouw. Er blijft te veel ongezegd, net zoals tussen ons. Daar komt niets goeds van.
Ik heb de hoop dat je gelukkig bent en dat je minder verscheurd wordt door twee werelden dan toen ik het meest om je gaf en je het meest verachtte. Soms schilderde ik je af als een kwaadaardig persoon met slechte intenties, maar uiteindelijk droeg je een eenzaamheid met je mee die ik gewoonweg niet begreep en was je dieper beschadigd dan ik dacht. Ik begrijp het beter nu en ik zou kunnen zeggen dat ik je vergeef, maar ik denk dat we beiden fouten hebben gemaakt, beiden schuld hebben. Ik laat het achterwege.
Fam. I can’t do this ask. ;-; it kinda goes against my rules. eventhoihaventbeenfollowingmyownrules Its triggering and kinda want this to be a trigger free blog! You can request something else tho _(:з」∠)_. Don’t forget Me and Eggy are mostly free, so feel free to talk to us! Madre mod: @just-a-weeb