these three were the best

Three Best Friends

Three boys were outside the back of the mansion. They laughed and ran around happily without a care. The sun was shining and a game of tag was just perfect for the day. These boys were the best of friends and always had the best times together. They did not know what their future holds yet but for now they had their innocence.

“Tag your it!” Mark tags Damien from the back and runs off laughing.

“Again…” Damien is huffing heavily. “I just got not it a few minutes ago.”

“Well then move faster slow poke.” William smiles big.

“Easy for you to say Will. You always act like you are on a sugar rush.” Damien sighs.

“Maybe I am or maybe I am not.” William tugs his overall straps. From his pocket three lollipops fall out.

“That’s a yes.” Damien gives William a look.

“Don’t keep them to yourself.” Mark makes a face.

“I got these for you guys. I was saving them for later.” William picks up the lollipops and unwraps one for himself, he instantly pops it in his mouth. He hands out the other two to his friends.

“Thanks Will.” Mark smiles and licks his happily.

“Are you sure we should be having these now? It could spoil dinner.” Damien looks at his candy worried and fiddles with it.

“Come on Damien lighten up. It’s not going to hurt you.” Mark pats Damien on the back.

“Where is your sense of adventure.” William smiles.

“Ummmm ok if you insist.” Damien said. He undoes the wrapper and has his candy. “It’s so sweet.”

“I like cotton candy flavor.” William laughs. He looks at Mark. “ Do you think our parents will let us go into the pool today?”

“I don’t know Will. I think they are still mad at us for staying up late again.” Mark shrugs, he starts to chew on his lollipop.

“You two stayed up late again?” Damien shakes his head. “My parents wouldn’t have let me go outside for weeks.”

“That is because your parents are so proper Damien.” William puts and arm around him. “That is why you need Mark and I to help you bring out that wild side.”

“And get me in trouble.” Damien gives William and Mark a look.

They all laugh out loud. They go under the gazebo to relax in the shade. As they finish their candy Mark looks at Damien.

“So when is your little sister going to play with us.” Mark raises an eyebrow.

“Mother and father keep Celine at home most of the time. I don’t think they believe it Is appropriate for a young lady to play with boys. Lately I have been given lessons of etiquette more than usual like they want me to be like my father and do what he does.”

“Damien if you don’t want to be like him you don’t have to.” Mark looks at Damien carefully. “I mean I know my parents want me to be a doctor or a professor but I don’t want to do that.”

“Mark we are ten. How do you know what you want to do when your grown up.” Damien tilts his head.

Mark gives off a dashing smile. “I’m going to be a star!”

“Here he goes again.” William smiles.

“Just picture it fellas. I’m going to be on the big screen. Making people laugh and smile. I’m going to entertain people and there will be lights with my name on it.” Mark puts on a deep voice. “Hello everybody my name is Markiplier and I am here to make you laugh your pants off!”

“Markiplier?” Damien looks at William.

“His stage name. He has been working on it for days.” William laughs. “You should have heard him in his room practicing that.”

“Hey I needed to get it right. When I get older I’m going to have a cool deep voice you will see.” Mark smirks.

“We will go to all of your movies.” Damien smiles.

“Of course you will!” Mark looks exited. “As best friends of the great Markiplier you two will always have tickets for the premier. Best seats in the house.”

“Well while you are filming I’m going to be exploring.” William puffs his chest.

“Exploring?” Mark and Damien ask at the same time.

“O yes! I want to travel around the world. Go out on adventures.” William smiles. “Maybe go out in battle like in the army. Like when we play soldiers.”

“That sounds dangerous.” Damien looks nervous.

“Come on its me. You know good ol’ William can handle anything that comes at him. I’m the strong one here." William does a little flex.

"You better kick some butt then and tell us all about it.” Mark pats William’s back.

“You bet I will. I tell ya I can be a colonel if I wanted to then go out and travel to new places for adventures.” William points to himself. “And when I get older I will have the best mustache ever. The girls would never resist it.”

“Sure Will. I’m the one who will get the girls.” Mark makes another dashing smile.

“We will see about that.” William and Mark are arm in arm laughing. William looks at Damien who looks not as enthusiastic. “What’s wrong Damien?”

“I just don’t know what I want to do. You both know but I don’t.” Damien frowns. He sits holding his knees to his chest.

Mark and William go to Damien siting on either side of him. Mark looks at him. “Well you could do something you want. Anything at all.”

“Yes you like helping people. You are a leader too. You know how to get Mark and I to agree on anything. So then you could ummm.. you could be….” William thinks hard.

Mark and William get an idea and say it together. “Mayor!”

“What?” Damien is surprised.

“You will be the mayor of the city!! Think about it Damien you will help the people of the city. You are a natural leader I tell you. You talk very well with others like the adults all the time. Best of all you can get Will and I out of trouble with the law.” Mark nudges Damien.

“This is perfect!” William gets exited.

“Don’t I get you two out of trouble already with your parents.” Damien gives them both a look. He thinks about it then. It did sound cool to him. He pictured it and he saw himself in a big office dong his best for others. He smiles and stood up. He runs over and picks up a long stick and holds it like it is a cane. “Hmmm Mayor Damien.” He walks back to William and Mark using his “cane” and holding it in front of him properly. “I like it!”

“See now you got it!” Mark smiles.

The boys stood up and got together in a circle. They put their hands together and looked at each other.

“When we grow up we are going to be just like this. We are going to do what we want and when we all finally become what we wish we wanted to be we are going to say we did it!” Damien said confidently. “And we are always going to be the best of friends.”

“Best friends!” Mark saids.

“The best fast friends!” William smiles.

They promise and when they lift their hands in the air they cheer. William of course is the loudest.

“Bully!!” William yells.

Mark and Damien look at William confused.

“What? I heard a explorer say it in a movie. I like it.” William shrugs.

The boys all burst out with laughter. That was them. Without a care in the world. A child’s promise for the future in their hearts. These friends smiling not knowing what was to become of them. For now they play their games and let their imaginations run wild of a future they want to have. A friendship they thought they will have forever. But they did not know it yet. Who they will turn into. What they will become. How they will change.

The mansion they shared their most fond memories will be the place they all lose each other.

The End… for now

*Ok guys u have been sitting on this one for a while. I hope you all enjoy it. I really enjoyed the Who Killed Markiplier series. I saw Mark explaining how he had intended Damien and Celine to be siblings. After watching the series again I could see how they could be acting like a big brother worried about his little sister so I’m playing with the idea here. It had a good story to it and tore my heart up (Mark why T-T). I want to do more with this later too so keep your eyes open for more from this. -Fates

so georgie said he had three friends, but bill is his best friend…I bet the other three were eddie, richie, and stan

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Stellar Drawings Selected as Winners of WAF’s Inaugural Architecture Drawing Prize

The World Architecture Festival has announced the winner of the their inaugural Architecture Drawing Prize, established to recognize the “continuing importance of hand drawing, whilst also embracing the creative use of digitally produced renderings.” From 166 entries from architects, designers and students across the globe, 38 of the best drawings were shortlisted within three categories: Digital, Hand-drawn, and Hybrid. 

This year, the overall winner was Momento Mori: a Peckham Hospice Care Home by Jerome Xin Hao Ng (top image), produced as part of Ng’s final diploma project at The Bartlett School of Architecture, University College London.

Harry laughed happily as he landed on the grass. Draco was only seconds behind him clutching the snitch with a massive grin on his face.
“Good one, Draco.”
“Oh, it wasn’t really a good one. Pretty easy actually.” Draco drawled with a smirk.
Harry laughed again as he shoved Draco’s shoulder. “Whatever, that dive was pretty amazing.” Draco’s smirk became a proud smile. “Come on, let’s go eat something. I’m starving!” Harry said.
The smile morphed into a frown. “No. We each won one, it’s a draw. We have to play another.”
Harry grinned at him. “Let’s leave it a draw.”
Draco arched a brow. “Scared Potter?”
Laughing, Harry slung an arm around his friends shoulders. “Yes, scared you’ll pout and ignore me all day when I beat you.”
Draco sniffed. “First of all, I am not so petty. And who says you’d win anyway? So arrogant, Harry.”
Harry laughed and squeezed his friend in a hug. “Yeah. I’m the arrogant here, Draco.”
Draco gently bumped the side of his head against Harry’s as they walked to the castle. “So long as you know.”

On the following Sunday they found themselves trudging through a mountain of homework, much to Harry’s displeasure. Ron and Hermione had gone for a picnic on the grounds, since Hermione always made sure they were up to date on their work. Sighing Harry dropped his head heavily against the couch. Draco, who was curled up in the corner of the couch next to him, looked up with an arched brow. “Giving up already?”
Harry groaned and closed his eyes. “Yes.” He jerked up when he felt Draco flick him between the eyes. “Hey!” He protested, rubbing the sore spot with his fingers.
“You’d better keep going. Don’t think that you can leave it and get me to help you just because Granger won’t let you fly until it’s done.” He went back to looking at his book.
Harry turned to him with wide eyes. “That is a fantastic idea.” When Draco just let out a soft laugh but otherwise ignored him, Harry moved so he could lie leaning comfortably against Draco’s side. He closed his eyes and let out a relieved sigh.
“Potter!” Draco groaned. “I am absolutely not doing your work for you.” But he didn’t move or shove Harry off, which Harry knew he wouldn’t. After several blissful minutes, right when Harry was sure he was on the cusp of a wonderful dream, he fell to the floor as Draco stood up. He pointed a finger accusingly at Harry, “Do some work, Harry. Or we will go to the library.”
Sighing in defeat, Harry sat up and faced his books once more.

Hours later they were sitting in front of the crackling fire eating Bertie Botts beans. Draco was sprawled across a single seat with his legs hanging across the side while Harry sat on the floor with his legs crossed and back against Draco’s seat. Draco had the box of beans and alternated between taking one and lowering the box for Harry.
Ron and Hermione entered the common room with cheerful greetings. Harry appreciated everyone’s efforts to get along, since he knew it was only for his sake, but he did wish his three best friends were more than just polite to one another.
“Did you have a good picnic?” Draco asked them.
“Oh, yes it was lovely thanks.” Hermione smiled at him. Ron nodded a bit awkwardly at him.
“Oh, Harry. You’ll never guess what.” Ron started, and Hermione shot him a suspicious look. “We saw Terry there, he was in the middle of a big fight, seems like him and his boyfriend broke up.” Hermione’s look of suspicion became one of horror as she tugged on Ron’s hand. Harry’s stomach dropped as he willed Ron not to continue. But he did. “So he’s single now, and you can finally ask him out. I know you used to have a massive crush on him.”
Harry closed his eyes, but the thick silence wouldn’t be ignored. He was so glad he couldn’t see Draco’s expression at that moment. There had been a hundred moments when he meant to come out to Draco. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed or anything. It was just that he really enjoyed their friendship. He didn’t know how they’d become so
comfortable touching each other all the time, but he was scared that it would change if Draco knew. He opened his eyes to find Ron looking from him to Hermione with confusion brewing in his eyes. Hermione was watching Draco carefully, which could only mean that he most definitely wasn’t looking at them.
Harry sighed internally. He cleared his throat. “Uh, thanks.”
Hermione looked at him pitifully and quickly started talking about their day, filling the silence as best she could. She asked about how their studies went, Harry responded and Draco said a word or two.
After suffering through it as long as he could, Harry wished everyone good night. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Draco as he left, but let his hand trail along his shoulder as he walked passed.

The next morning, Harry lingered in bed. If he could, he’d avoid seeing Draco all day. Unfortunately, his last class was potions where they were partners. At breakfast he managed to get away with only a smile and a wave since Draco sat at the Slytherin table still. Harry tried hard to focus on his lessons all day, but he couldn’t deny he was nervous to see him.
When he arrived in potions at the end of the day, Draco was already there with all the ingredients for the days potion. He was chopping furiously when Harry reached him. “Hi, Draco.” He said nervously, fidgeting with the strap on his bag.
“Hi, Potter.” Draco glanced up with a small smile. After a few seconds he rolled his eyes. “Are you going to help or do you expect me to do all the work?”
Harry could have laughed with relief, but he didn’t. He gave Draco a grateful smile which was returned with a small quirk of the lips and they got to work.
The rest of the lesson passed in the same manner as the ones before. After, they walked together to dinner and Harry felt relieved. Until he couldn’t find Draco anywhere after dinner. He went to bed with a sinking feeling.

The week passed in the same pattern. The only time that Harry really saw Draco was during potions, his behavior seemingly unchanged. But Harry missed him. After potions on Friday Harry had had enough. As they walked together to dinner he blurted out. “Where have you been all week?” Grey eyes glanced up from the floor to meet his before flickering away. “I can never find you after dinner.” He said accusingly.
Draco answered softly. “I’ve had detention every day.”
“What?” Harry asked, reaching out to grab Draco’s arm. “For what?”
Turning to face Harry, Draco sighed. “You know how it is, some teachers will make up reasons to punish me.”
Harry frowned and opened his mouth to express his outrage when Draco gave him a defeated smile. “It doesn’t matter. Okay?”
Harry deflated. Draco twitched his arm awkwardly and Harry realized he was still holding him. He let go quickly but noticed the blush on Draco’s cheeks.
He deflated a little more.

On Saturday morning when Harry returned from breakfast he found Draco in the common room with his homework. After fetching his own, he sank down on the couch next to him.
Draco shifted to make more room for him.
After working for a little while Draco got up to get a different textbook and settled down again on the single couch. Harry frowned. He wouldn’t have thought anything about it before, but..
He sighed heavily and tried to focus on his work.

The next day he found himself working alone in the library. When he returned to the common room he found Draco curled up on the single couch with a book. He looked up when Harry entered and frowned slightly. “Where were you today?” He asked.
Harry shrugged, struggling to meet his eyes. “Thought I’d concentrate better in the library.” He moved to walk past where Draco was sitting, when Draco’s hand shot out as if to grab his hand but stopped suddenly, quivered in the air for a moment before disappearing just as fast.
Harry hesitated briefly. With a disappointed sigh he carried on walking.
“Harry.” Draco said.
Harry half turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. Draco cleared his throat. “Would you like to go fly for a bit?” Harry frowned skeptically, unsure of what how he wanted to respond. “There’s enough time for at least one game to end our draw before the light goes.” Draco said, smiling uncertainly. And that’s what got to Harry.
“Yeah, alright.” He answered finally.

The walk to the quidditch pitch was filled with awkward silence. At least it was for Harry. Once they were flying though, Harry felt better.
The light started to go quickly and Harry was scanning rather desperately for the snitch, it was the one he had caught in first year and he was rather sentimental about it. A glint of gold caught his eye and he dove toward it. As he neared it he saw Draco coming in from a different angle, slightly ahead of him. He pushed forward, urging his broom to go faster. At the last moment, he realized Draco would get there first and Harry would barrel into him soon after. Unfortunately, the last moment didn’t give him enough time to stop or change direction. All he could do was slow down to soften the impact.
Thankfully they were low to the ground so when they tumbled over one another and onto the grass, it wasn’t too hard a fall. They rolled and Harry landed half on Draco’s chest with a massive groan. Draco was gasping heavily. Harry lifted himself to quickly pat Draco down for injuries and once he was satisfied that he was fine he fell half onto Draco’s chest again. They caught their breath in silence.
It was the happiest Harry had been all week. Until Draco said, “Two one, Potter.” Harry looked up to see Draco clutching the snitch with a triumphant grin. He laughed and pushed himself up onto an elbow.
“You can’t tell me this one was an easy win.” Harry teased.
“No, I can’t.” Draco chuckled and smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back, happy to have his friend back. He noticed the pink tinge on Draco’s cheeks as Draco’s eyes flickered away and he shifted awkwardly. Harry sat up quickly and Draco scooted away from Harry. His heart sank.
Draco cleared his throat, “Well, let’s go back.” He stood up and retrieved his broom. Harry sat there with his knees bent and his elbows resting on his knees, drowning in unhappiness. He wasn’t going to get his easy friendship back. Draco had walked a few paces back toward the castle when he turned around. “Harry?” He said tentatively.
Harry sighed. “I can’t do this, Draco.” He shoved his hands in his hair and looked away, frustrated.
Draco frowned and came back. “What do you mean?” He asked softly.
“I mean I want you to just freak out about the fact that I didn’t tell you and be honest if you have a problem with who I am. I can’t take this dancing around it. I miss you.” He bit his lip to stop himself. After a long pause he looked up to find Draco staring at him in shock.
“You think I have a problem with who you are?” He asked quietly, which set warning bells off in Harry’s head. “You think I’ve been acting strange because I don’t accept this part of you.” He added. Then he laughed, a self deprecating sound that Harry knew well. Draco lifted a hand to his forehead. “Why wouldn’t you? It’s the obvious conclusion.” He laughed again, a little hysterically this time, which broke Harry out of his daze. He stood up and slowly approached him.
“Well, if it’s not that then what is it?” He asked.
Draco closed his eyes briefly before meeting Harry’s eyes. Harry watched a flush creep up his neck as he seemed to search for words. “Well, I couldn’t exactly be mad at you for not telling me when I’ve been keeping the exact same secret.” His cheeks were a deep pink now. Harry’s ears were ringing.
“What?” He whispered, disbelieving.
Draco gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” Harry could only stare at him. Draco swallowed nervously. “Anyway, I was trying to find the right time to tell you about me. But, as you know, it’s not easy.” He laughed awkwardly again. “And somehow knowing about you made my little crush seem less impossible which is stupid, really I know, so I was just giving myself a bit of space to dispel that illusion. That’s why I got detention everyday. I couldn’t focus, I was useless in class.” His gaze was flickering from Harry’s shoulder, his collar to his throat. Anywhere but his eyes. After a fortifying breath Draco added. “Our friendship is important to me. I didn’t want to mess it up.”
Harry was confused. He was shocked. But he knew that that made him happy. He pulled Draco towards him and wrapped him in a tight hug. “I missed you, you idiot.”
Draco melted into the hug which made Harry’s heart soar. They stood like that for a long time. Eventually Draco pulled back, much to Harry’s regret. Harry searched his gaze. “It’s not impossible, you know. Or an illusion.” He whispered.
Draco’s breath caught. Harry smiled at him. “I don’t think.” Harry amended. But as he watched the moonlight play over Draco’s features he thought it was probably extremely possible. Probable in fact.
Draco watched Harry watch him for the longest time. His look of shock slowly abated until Harry was staring at Draco’s trademark smirk. “You’d better not think that counts as asking me out, because my standards are considerably higher than that.” Harry laughed and Draco smiled before adding, “I’m serious.” With that he turned and started toward the castle. Harry scrambled to catch up.
“I’ll write a poem.” He said.
Draco groaned. “Please don’t. I’m pretty set on saying yes. Don’t make that hard for me to do.”
Harry grinned. Feeling bold, he reached out to grab Draco’s hand as they walked forward. He let out a content sigh when Draco laced their fingers together.

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“well that accomplished nothing.” Kol said angrily, sitting into the seat at the head of the table. all three brothers were bloody and tired. they had been fighting the better part of the day.

it had started with arm wrestles, then races and had escalated into full on sword fights and wrestling to see which one was most deserving of you.

in the end all three were equal in accomplishments. “a toast.” Klaus suggested, “may the best man win.”

A/N: Okay, you guys. I just can’t wait any longer, I’m so excited to share this fanfiction (and this cover) with you all. I am so hyped! May I introduce? In a heartbeat.

Synopsis: Showing up on time for an important job interview is all you worry about when you rush through the streets of New York City on a sunny day, not expecting at all to bump into Thor, God of Thunder and his mischievous brother Loki. Before you know it, you get dragged right into a gruesome battle between two foreign realms and the atrocious menace of Ragnarök, confronted with breath-taking magic, terrifyingly hazardous threats and a fierce warrior who claims to be a Valkyrie. And as if this wasn’t enough already, you find yourself headfirst falling in love with the God of Mischief who, much to your disppointment, already seemed to have set his eyes on someone else, leaving you struggling with rejection, jealousy, heartache and more antagonising pain than your human heart could ever cope with.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/?
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THOR RAGNAROK, violence and blood, mentions of slavery, death, self-harm, depression, panic attacks, jealousy, grief, heartache, smut, Dom!Loki. (More warnings might be added throughout the story)

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I ask the Heavens for permission…

Hatefuck C.H.

This imagine is based on this song

You can read part 2 here

Trigger Warning: it contains smut and swearing 

Word count: 2,5k+

A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.  


Heartbreak.

That was the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.

Numbness came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears, but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.

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pjo au!!!

Ok so the au is pretty intricate so my plan is to do a post for each character’s backstory and then do another post for the plot! I’ll also probably do some miniposts on character relationships in this au that get glossed over- this post will be about Lance

  • Lance is a son of Aphrodite (and great grandson of a son of Poseidon), Pidge is a daughter of Athena, Keith is a son of Ares, Shiro is a son of Jupiter, Hunk is a son of Demeter, Allura is a daughter of Bellona, and Coran is a centaur (like Chiron)
  • Ok so the Garrison is a safe house where demigods can go (Roman and Greek) run by older demigods and others (Coran, Alfor, etc.). The Garrison offers academics for demigods, boarding, training, and pretty much everything in between
  • Alright so I want to delve a little bit into Lance (like i said this will be a bit lance centric before I get into actual plot)
  • Lance has been there the longest out of almost the entire group (Allura has officially been there the longest, her father was the grandson of Justice and she grew up only ever knowing the Garrison as home)
  • Lance arrived at the Garrison when he was nine. Lance is the oldest sibling of 7 and he was the only demigod out of them (the poseidon blood in all the kids wasn’t potent so no one had any powers or the like). But because Lance was a full on demigod he kept attracting monsters to his house, and he felt really guilty, so his mom took him to the Garrison where he stays full time (only writing some letters back and forth with his family)
  • To say he’s homesick is an understatement 
  • At the time of this story he’s 19 and yea he’s got insecurities…
  • When Lance first arrived to the Garrison he thought things would go great for him, he imagined glory and training to fight monsters… but that didn’t exactly go as planned
  • Lance was automatically labeled the stereotypical Aphrodite kid and this kind of branded his life there
  • Lance always tried desperately to break the idea that all Aphrodite kids’ were airheads and only cared about makeup
  • He studied so hard in his classes, and trained even harder. He brushed off his homesickness and just put in all the effort he could
  • Yet he was still one of the last picked for capture the flag and even then he was given little responsibility
  • Sure, he fit a lot of the stereotypes, he was a massive flirt, his pride was his skin care routine, and his saturdays were spent watching rom-coms with his other sibling
  • But he still was a good demigod- he was an excellent sharpshooter and if anyone let him prove himself instead of brushing him off they too would see his talents
  • Though the campers will admit that he has an exceptional ability with the pegasi- especially a grayish mare named Blue, who only has one wing and was too scared to let anyone near her before Lance showed up 
  • Then when Lance is thirteen in walks two new demigods- Takashi Shirogane and Keith Kogane
  • At the time Lance had few friends (other than his siblings) despite his seemingly outgoing personality. He mostly was too afraid that he’d have to leave them like he did his family, so the majority of his time was spent hanging with Coran, creating wild variations of common card games (Allura was also a constant for Lance, she was two years older than him and Coran’s niece, so they ended up forming a brotherly/sisterly bond with one another- which definitely entails Lance braiding Allura’s hair all the time and especially before she goes on a quest)
  • Shiro was 17 at the time and Keith 13, they had been foster brothers coincidentally and their foster mother may or may not have been a monster in disguise
  • Lance despises Keith from the start- he’s everything he’s not 
  • Keith is a son of Ares, he barely has to work to match right up to Lance’s fighting abilities that took years of practice and he’s instantly respected by fellow campers
  • So yea, Lance declares a rivalry on him and Keith is honestly just really confused because he’s barely even had a conversation with the guy ??
  • Shiro ends up being a bit of a star at camp, being one of the few children of the Big Three
  • He’s powerful and has especially skill in controlling lightning and storms, Lance immediately looks up to him
  • And then not even a week into Keith being at the Garrison he gets a quest
  • AND LANCE IS FLOORED 
  • because he’s been there for four years now ?? and where is his quest at ??
  • Coran makes sure to calm Lance down a bit and it works mostly, but it still leaves a lasting impression and Lance can’t help think that it means something (maybe he is just a stereotypical Aphrodite kid after all)
  • Alright so it’s almost a year later after all this, Lance is keeping his rivalry going with Keith, and he’s chilling with Allura, drinking some lemonade playing a card game when he meets a new demigod, Hunk Garrett (son of Demeter)
  • They’re basically instant best friends (and Coran is a proud dad bc look at his son finally making friends!!)
  • Hunk is one of the best things to happen to Lance, he reminds Lance of his mom which provides an even greater sense of home to the Garrison
  • Hunk is the first person that Lance takes to try and befriend wit Blue
  • It takes awhile but eventually Blue takes a liking to Hunk (especially after he shares his famed oat cookies with her)
  • Hunk is Lance Protection Squad (you know how Demeter went apeshit on those people that trespassed in her woods- yea thats Hunk when people try to disregard Lance, etc)
  • The friendship is just really good for both of them and they make an awesome power duo (especially in capture the flag- which no one suspects)
  • However, there’s this one time when Lance is going through a rough spot. Keith had gotten another quest (Lance still was holding out for his first) and when he came back he was praised by everyone. However, he got injured on it and has to sit out for capture the flag that night. The Ares Cabin reluctantly adds Lance to their team, but ensures that he knows it’s only because Keith is injured
  • And yea that reinforces a lot of insecurities that Lance was just starting to get over
  • Hunk tries to console his friend after the game by bringing him some comfort food, but Lance just snaps at him and tells him to throw it all out- he doesn’t want it, and Hunk does just that
  • Lance is shocked
  • Hunk is shocked (he would never waste his food)
  • And that’s how it was found out that Lancecould charmspeak
  • Lance immediately apologized, he felt awful for snapping at Hunk and even worse for forcing him into something. Lance and Hunk come to an agreement not to tell anyone about it, but it terrifies Lance. He hates that his voice can make someone go against their will (he makes sure to never give anyone orders)
  • Then just a couple months after Hunk arrives, so does a new demigod, Pidge Gunderson, child of Athena
  • For some reason Lance just has this overwhelming feeling that he has to be friends with this little shit
  • To say Pidge is unwelcoming to the idea was a major understatement
  • But eventually Hunk and Lance grew on Pidge
  • They became known as a trio, never separating from each other
  • They were each other’s best friends for nearly five years when a great prophecy was given 
  • It called for six demigods 
  • apparently, there had been an underground resistance group composed of gods and demigods that wanted to overthrow Olympus
  • they were known as the Gods Allegiance to the Lesser Revered Authorities, or GALRA for short
  • So Lance finally got his wish to go on this quest and three of his best friends were going with him and so was his hero! But then there were the downsides… like the imminent death of the whole thing
  • And the worst of all- spending an indefinite time with Keith Kogane
The DUFF

Originally posted by boo-t-s

the duff au // college au // future smut // humour // basketball player jungkook // dancer jimin // best friends jin + taehyung

Your annoying neighbour and childhood friend, Jungkook, strikes a deal with you to help you get the attention of your crush, Jimin, if you help him pass his philosophy class.

warnings: sexual content, drinking, swearing, use of the words ‘fat’ and ‘ugly’

@hobijoon @baepsaetan @rimuslymoony @lordofassgard

Part 1, Part 2

Part 1:

It was no secret Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung were two of the best-looking humans to ever grace this godforsaken campus, and it was no secret that they were your best friends. The three of you were practically attached at the hip or rather… hips. See, the thing is, neither Jin nor Taehyung were always sex gods. In fact, Taehyung was bullied by an upperclassman for a little while in preschool and that upperclassman happened to be Jin, who turned out to be projecting his own experiences onto the little nerdy tater-tot that was the young Taehyung. It was after class that you heard a yelp coming from the boys’ bathroom and, being young and pure at heart, you didn’t hesitate to check it out- finding Taehyung shoved up against the sinks, Jin holding him by the collar.

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New Beginnings

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Written for @sanjariti‘s Game of Prompts. Based on the song Good Times by All Time Low

Word Count:1,602

Warnings: Language, Angst, Underage Drinking 

A/N: Caro, I’m so so sorry it took me so long to write this. Congrats on your milestone! You’re awesome!

Sitting under the lights of the basketball court, you nursed a bottle of beer that you had been sharing with three other people. Sam sat on the orange ball, sweat dripping down his forehead. Steve’s cheeks were red from running, his blond hair sticking to his forehead. And while Bucky was wearing his basketball shorts, he had spent the entire evening with you.

“I gave Rogers a proper thrashing,” Sam announced proudly.

Steve rolled his eyes. “You wish.”

Normally you would have been laughing and cheering, but not tonight. It was your last night with your three best friends and you were feeling pretty nostalgic.

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A fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: ANGST, Fluff and soft Smut
Word Count: 19k




He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine.

It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons.

As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless.

That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

***

“I’m so done with this shit,” Paula complained as you climbed down the escalator. “I don’t have enough time for anything.”

You smiled as you adjusted your backpack.

Paula and Rachel were one of your best friends at University. The three of you had a lot in common and you always found something to gossip or laugh about. Since you met them the first day of uni, two years ago, you knew you were going to love them. And you did.

“Teachers suck,” Rae complained, sighing and turning left to go to the platform where you had to take the train. “They think we don’t have anything to do besides their own subject.”

“Yeah, they tend to forget about the fact that we have another four fucking subjects,” you laughed, making Paula and Rae laugh too.

You remember feeling happy that afternoon, despite the huge amount of studying you had to do when you would arrive home. Maybe it was because you had started your practices at the hospital as a nurse that week, or maybe it was because of the incredible view you had of the majestic business towers of the centre of Seoul from the train station. Maybe you were happy because you were with your two friends laughing and venting about the teachers. Maybe you were just happy.

As the train made its entrance into the station you remember hearing a loud noise, basically because it made you jump in your feet.

“What the fuck?” your murmured, bringing a hand over your chest, where your heart was beating rapidly.

You turned around to search for the origin of the noise as the wild wind the train created played with your hair, making it fly all over the place.

When you managed to put back your rebel strands of hair into place, your eyes landed on the source of the noise. The loud sound had been made by the hard wheels of a skate making contact with the ground. Your eyes slowly travelled from the wheels of the skate up to the boy who was on top of it. His eyes were fixed on his mobile phone, engrossed in the music that was playing through his headphones.

You were left breathless as the boy with dark brown hair passed by your side, creating a new wave of wind that made your hair fly again.

“Y/N?” Paula asked, waving a hand in front of you.

You snapped and tore your eyes away from the boy, who had stopped a few metres away and had planted a feet on the skate so it would flip upwards and magically land into his hands.

“Hmh, what?” you asked, bating your eyes innocently, waiting for the people to get off the train so you could get in. Your cheeks turned red as you saw your two friends looking at you. “What?”

“And I thought I was the indiscreet one,” Rae laughed.

You blushed even more when you realised that you hadn’t torn your eyes away from the skater boy for nearly an entire minute, your eyes cautiously following his every move.

“I heard a loud noise and I got scared, okay?” you tried to cover yourself up.

“Oh, c'mon Y/N. Don’t lie to us, you were eating the boy with your eyes.” Paula laughed as you stepped into the wagon.

You softly punched her arm. “Like you didn’t get scared because of the noise.”

“I did, but I didn’t checked the boy as if my life depended on it.” Paula said, laughing again at you. You took a seat, reminding yourself to be more discreet the next time.

“I promise I didn’t do it on purpose, I wasn’t even aware that I was looking at the boy like that,” you finally said, knowing that your two friends wouldn’t stop teasing you until you recognised it.

“I don’t blame you, the boy was hot,” Rae said, shrugging.

“Speaking of the devil…” Paula said, wiggling her brows, indicating you to look forward.

And when you did, you blushed again, your eyes meeting the boy’s for the first time as he took a seat a couple of seats away.

For the second time that day, you were left breathless as you felt yourself falling into the depth of his black eyes.

“You’re looking at him like that again,” Rae laughed.

“Oh shit,” you said, tearing your gaze away, even though you knew the boy had caught you red handed. Well, he was staring too.

That scene repeated almost every Thursday since then.

You’d be in the station, waiting with Rae and Paula for the train to arrive when you would hear a loud noise. But you wouldn’t get scared anymore, since you already knew where the noise was coming from - from the hard wheels of the boy’s skate colliding with the ground. You’d look at him and he would pass looking at his phone, sometimes with a small smile drawn on his lips, letting you know you had been caught red handed - again. Paula and Rae would tease you as you stepped into the train and would tease you even more when the boy took his usual seat a couple of seats away from yours, always facing you.

He would step off the train at the same stop you did, and then he would take the same bus you took. He only lived a couple of blocks away, but you had never seen him, and you never saw him apart from Thursday’s afternoons.


That Thursday afternoon you were exhausted. You had had a really tough day at the hospital. As an intern you simply had to draw blood or place IVs, but it wasn’t that easy, especially with the older ones.  Just before your turn ended that day, an old woman who had fallen from a chair had arrived to the emergency floor, you were the only intern who was available in that moment, so you told Rae and Paula to go home and not wait for you. When you were going to place the IV into the woman’s arm, she started moving and tossing around, telling you that she didn’t want an intern to place her IV. As she was moving, the needle poked her arm and blood started coming out like crazy. The woman started crying, you started crying, the nurse started shouting… It was a complete chaos. Finally, she placed the woman’s IV and sent you home with a scolding face.

More than being disappointed… You were scared. Scared that maybe being a nurse wasn’t your thing. But you had drawn blood before, and you had placed more than five IVs, why did an accident have to determinate how good or bad as a nurse you were?

You were so stuck into your own world, you even forgot what day it was. So when you heard the loud sound of the train entering the station mixed with the sound of hard wheels colliding with hard pavement, you didn’t even flinch.

Instead, you kept reading your book and walked closer to the train.

“Hey,” you heard a voice say from behind you, but you kept reading and waiting for the doors to open.

“My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you’re lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.”  You smiled whilere reading one of your favourite parts from The Name of The Wind by Patrick Rothfuss.

“Hey, sorry,” the voice said again, this time closer to you, so you lifted your gaze up from the book and found a couple of dark, doe eyes. “I think you dropped this.”

You gasped before you could do anything.

There you had it, the skater boy close to you, looking at you, speaking to you, waiting for you to answer him. You snapped when the boy started laughing while he shook something in front of your face.

“This, I think it’s yours,” he said, the bunny-like smile never leaving his face.

You blushed, realizing that once again you were staring at him, your feet glued to the floor and your mouth hanging open. You cleared your throat before quickly composing yourself and looking at the small object the boy was shaking.

“Oh,” you said, softly picking the item from his hands, careful not to touch him if you didn’t want to die there and then. It was your bookmark. “Oh, yes, thanks.”

You smiled at him, not even daring to look him after what had happened. You stepped into the train, taking your usual seat by the window, not wanting to look back and find the boy laughing at you. How could you be so stupid. You had stared at him like you were some silly teenager staring at her crush.

You faced palmed yourself thinking that the boy would sit on his usual seat instead of sitting right in front of you. If you thought your cheeks couldn’t get any redder or hotter, you were wrong.

Mortified, you looked at the boy as he looked back at you, his smile still drawn in his lips.

“So you like The Name of The Wind?” he asked.

Your head was spinning , your brain screaming, and you… You just couldn’t believe what was happening. You turned your head to see if he was talking to somebody else, but when the train started again you saw nobody was behind you because behind you was the end of the wagon. Great, Y/N, just fucking great. You’re embarrassing yourself in front of the boy you have been crushing on for the past two months.

“Sorry I… I just…” you stuttered, looking even more ridiculous as your eyes landed on the boy’s again. You had always been a shy and quiet girl around people you didn’t know, and even more around boys. An even more around boys you liked! Can you even like a stranger? “I like The Name of The Wind, yes.”

You decided that taking a deep breath and trying to calm yourself down would be the best option. The soft smile the boy dedicated you afterward was so sweet you felt a little bit more relaxed around him.

“You have a good taste then,” he said. His voice was as soft as his smile. As soft as the curve of his nose. As soft as his dark, doe eyes.

“Thanks, I guess…” you murmured. You bite your lower lip, trying not to say something that would embarrass yourself even more. Maybe the boy was just being polite towards you and didn’t want to start a conversation.

“Have you read the second one?” he asked, surprising you.

“Er… Yeah, I’m just rereading it because I feel like I forget important things about it,” you said, still a bit surprised that the boy still wanted to talk to you.

Maybe he was just bored because his phone had run out of charge and he couldn’t listen to music so he was talking to you instead. Maybe he was just playing with you because he knew how you looked at him. Maybe he was pranking you. Maybe Rae and Paula have paid him so he would finally speak to me. Maybe you’re just being paranoid Y/N.

“Oh, now that you say it, I have forgotten a lot of things about it too. I should reread it too,” he simply said. He didn’t seem like one of those boys to play with girls… But then again, he was just a stranger to you.

“So you have read it too?” you asked.

“Yeah, and the second one too. I’m just waiting for the author to finish the third one,” he shrugged and set the skate between his legs.

“That’s why I am rereading it. I want to remember everything when the third one comes out,” you didn’t expect him to like that kind of books, but then again, he was just a stranger to you.

“Huf…” he said, accommodating himself on his seat, making your knees brush against each other. You readjusted yourself too so your knees wouldn’t touch, which he noticed. He smiled again. “He has been ‘writing’ it for six years now, I don’t think I’ll get to read it,” he said, making quotation marks with his fingers as he said “writing”.

You laughed a bit.“Maybe when he finally publish it we won’t be able to read it because books won’t exist anymore, because we’ll be in year 2060 and we’ll have microchips that will insert the words in our heads instead of books,” as soon as the words left your lips, you face palmed yourself again. This time mentally, of course. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, it wa-”

“Oh my God!” he interrupted you, making you blush when he started laughing. “I’m so happy I’m not the only one that thinks like that!”

“What?” you asked, frowning. Were you hearing alright? Were you dreaming? He had to be a weirdo, because had he been a normal boy, he would have already run away. Even if the train was still in motion.

“I thought I was the only one who thought that in less than fifty years there won’t be any trees left and we will have to use microchips instead of books,” he simply said, as if it wasn’t weird at all.

“You’re pulling my leg, right?” you breathed, making the boy go serious.

“No, why? Are you?” he asked.

“No, not at all,” you blinked a few times, hoping you hadn’t offended him. “I have a lot of weird theories about the future.”

“Cool, because I have a lot of weird theories about the future too,” the boy smiled again and you relaxed.

Suddenly, neither of you knew what to say and you stared at the window, not knowing if the conversation had came to its end or not. You didn’t even have time to open your mouth again.

“I’m Jungkook, by the way,” he said, quickly offering you his hand.

Not knowing what else to do, you awkwardly shook his hand. “Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” he smiled. “I see you every Thursday here.”

And that’s how your friendship with Jungkook started, over a fallen bookmark and The Name of The Wind. Just as fast as a train enters into its station.


“He did what?!” Paula exclaimed, clapping her hands while laughing. You looked at Rae, she hadn’t said anything because her mouth was hanging open.

Blushing, you softly pushed Rae’s chin so her mouth wouldn’t be open anymore.

“Calm your tits, he just gave me my bookmark,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t be in that same wagon. But it was Friday, and you never saw him unless it was Thursday.

“Yes! He gave you your bookmark and after you embarrassed yourself in front of him, he still sat in front of you and spoke to you for the rest of the way home,” Paula said, still shocked about what you had told them.

“The skater boy talked to you?!” Rae said, leaving her trance behind.

“I’m shocked too, okay?” you said, shaking your head and caressing the hard cover of the book you were holding in your hands: The Name of The Wind.

“I can’t believe you, he’s so hot,” Paula exclaimed, making you shush her. If they kept speaking in that loud tone, even Jungkook would hear your conversation - and he wasn’t even in that train.

“What? I know I’m not the most beautiful girl in the planet, but…” you began to say, a bit offended by your friends words.

Of course you knew how the World span, how it worked. Boys like him didn’t like girls like you. You didn’t stand out in the middle of a crowd, while he stood out everywhere he went. You were in the ordinary side, while he was in the extraordinary. You were one more straw in the middle of the hay loft, while Jungkook was the needle. So hard to find, but once you did, you could only see him in between thousands straws.

“No, that’s not what we’re saying, don’t be stupid,” Rae said as she nudged Paula on her side. “It just seems taken out of a fanfic or some romantic as fuck novel.”

“I wished a boy as hot as…” Paula said, trying to remember the boy’s name.

“Jungkook,” you smiled, liking how easily his name rolled out off your tongue.

“Well, I wished a boy as hot as Jungkook would talk to me,” she said.

They started to talk about how lucky you were and how hot Jungkook was, with his skate and his long bangs nearly covering his eyes and giving him a mysterious look.  How could your stomach churn every time they mentioned him? You had only spoken to him once, why where you willing to speak with him a second time?

“Stop girls, don’t get my hopes high,” you said as your stop finally came. “I have only spoken with him once, and we didn’t even exchange our phone numbers. Maybe he was just being polite with me and really thought I was crazy.”

She told you that you were being negative and that getting your hopes high wasn’t a bad thing at all. You doubted that last part as you stepped out of the train on your own. Of course getting your hopes high was a bad thing. You had heard before that hope is one of the most dangerous weapons the human being possesses, it can destroy cities, countries, it can destroy people.


When the next Thursday came you felt anxious waiting for the train. Paula and Rae were chatting animatedly, as always. You’d usually join them, but that day you were so nervous that  you couldn’t do anything but look towards the stairs from where you knew the loud noise of hard wheels making contact with the ground would come.

You felt a bit stupid as the train entered into the station and the skater boy was nowhere to be seen. You had even applied mascara that day in case you saw Jungkook and he spoke to you again. You had put on your favourite boyfriend jeans and your baby blue shirt. You had even painted your lips in a burgundy colour! You didn’t look like you were trying to impress anyone, but you looked more feminine than you usually did an you felt dumb for trying to look pretty for a boy you didn’t even know.

“Stop looking at the stairs,” Rae whispered. “He’ll appear, he has a pending conversation with you.”

You shook your head as you walked towards the wagon’s door, tearing your gaze away from the stairs.

“He doesn’t have any pending conversation with anyone,” you huffed, stepping into the train followed by your friends. What if he was avoiding you because he really thought you were weird?

“Oh, c'mon Y/N,” Paula protested, sitting in your usual seats. “The boy spoke to you, he approached to you. There are two options. One: he really likes you and just wants to get to know you; or two: the boy liked you but you scared him with your stupid conversation about conspiracy theories.”

“Hey!” you whined, cheering up a bit. “My conspiracy theories are actually interesting to hear, but you never listen when I tell you about them.”

Just then the doors started closing and your heart speed increased as you heard the familiar sound. When you turned your head you saw a boy running towards the wagon’s doors and stepping inside at the last minute.

He caught his breath and pushed softly his dark bangs aside.

When he lifted his gaze, his eyes found yours and you immediately blushed, but instead of just looking towards you and then going to his usual seat as he always did, he smiled towards you and started approaching you.

“Tell me you are seeing it too, Paula,” Rae whispered.

“Yep, I’m seeing it,” Paula said too, both of them observing every single movement the boy made.

You didn’t know who was more breathless; Jungkook, from running towards the train, or you, because that same boy was now seating just next to you and his dark, warm eyes were burning into yours.

“Hi,” he timidly said, smiling at you. His bunny-like smile made him appear so innocent, almost like a little kid.

“Hey,” you said, almost sounding bored. Oh, you wanted to face palm yourself again. “I thought you weren’t going to make it,” you joked, trying to change the awkward atmosphere a bit, just making it even more uncomfortable as you heard Paula and Rae’s sighs.

I’m not good with boys, okay?! was what you were whiling to shout.

“Yeah?” he laughed, as he laughed every time you said something a bit dumb. “I thought so too.”

You smiled and then looked at your friends, who were looking at the boy with curious eyes.

“I’m Jungkook,” he said, introducing himself and leaving the three of you speechless.

Your friends said hi to him and introduced themselves too. The rest of the route was spent talking with Rae, Paula and Jungkook. About university, about anything and everything at the same time. But finally, yours and Jungkook’s stop came. You waved goodbye to your friends and prayed so Jungkook hadn’t seen your friends winking towards you and wiggling her brows.

“Oh, I forgot,” he said, opening his backpack and took something out of it. “I started reading it too.”

He handed you a damaged-looking copy of The Name of The Wind. Its cover was hard, just like yours, but it was filled with small scratches and cuts. You thought about his beautiful hands caressing the cover, his curious eyes wandering around the book’s pages, soaking every little word in.

“It seems like you take good care of it,” you joked, glancing through the different pages and seeing that there were some small drawings and notes in some of them. “You mark your favourite parts?”

“Yes, I try to mark the most important parts so, whenever I feel like I forget something important, I can easily find it,” he said as he observed your hands delicately caressing the pages.

“I wish I was like that too, but I’m too lazy to always carry a pen with me every time I read something,” you gave him back his book. “I’m glad I made you reread it again.”

He just drew a small smile on his lips as he put the book into his backpack again. He didn’t even need to show you his white teeth or his bunny smile, all he needed to do was look at you with those black eyes.

If someone asked you what was the thing that had attracted your attention the most about Jeon Jungkook, your answer would always be the same: his eyes, adding later how much life they held and how he could speak through them.


Jungkook and his bright personality slipped through your bones and into your soul as fast as the cold slipped through the warm days and cool nights, leading to freezing days and even colder nights.

At first it was just his “mysterious boy” look, then it was his eyes, his personality, his strange laugh, the small crinkles that appeared next to his eyes every time he laughed so hard he had to grab his stomach so it wouldn’t hurt anymore. His bunny smile, the small mole he had under his lower lip, his beautiful hands and how they got red from the cold wind. The small puffs of white air that slipped through his lips every time he spoke as you waited for the train to arrive.

It was everything, from the way he appeared on his skate into the station, to the way he cracked up every time he scared you, making you jump when he suddenly appeared next to you.

From the way he made you laugh with every single dumb thing he said or did, to the silly way in which he waved towards you each time you said goodbye to each other every single Thursday.

Paula and Rae told you that they had to stay a bit longer at the hospital, but you knew they just waited until you were gone so they could take the train after yours and you could be alone with Jungkook. The next day, they would bombard you with questions.

He became your best friend, someone you could trust and tell everything. He knew when something was wrong just by looking at you and he wouldn’t stop asking until you told him what was wrong, whether it was something about university, about the hospital or about your family. You could tell him about it, and in return you’d get that beautiful bunny smile and the best funny story you had ever heard. He always knew how to cheer you up. He trusted you too, in fact, he trusted you like he had never trusted nobody.

Just his way of showing you was different from yours.

He didn’t speak too much about him, you just knew the basics. He had an older brother and lived with his parents. Every single Thursday he met with his group of friends at the basketball court that was in the sports centre near the hospital. He loved reading good books, drinking crappy coffee, listening to good sad music and he loved his skate.

You loved when you spent your route laughing and talking about stupid things, making everyone around you look at you, that young couple in the back that were always making noise and being loud.

You loved when you spent all your route speaking, opening yourselves towards each other. Speaking about life and more important things like time, dreams, imagination, happiness, about the future and what you hoped of it… Even thought Jungkook always said that he lived in the present, and he never thought about the future, you could see the spark of young dreams every time you spoke about that topic.

But the routes you loved the most where the ones where you and Jungkook would just sit next to each other in silence, your eyes, mind and soul immerse in some book one of you had recommended the other. The one who had recommended it; rereading it, while the other read it for the first time. You would read it, taking notes in the pages you had loved the most and the next Thursday you’d share them with each other, explaining the meaning you had found behind the author’s words.

Suddenly, Autumn was long gone, and Christmas lights were hung all over the city. You could hear Christmas carols everywhere and see Christmas trees decorating the cold Seoul’s streets. Suddenly snow started falling replacing the forgotten orange, Autumn leaves.
Suddenly Winter came and the holidays came with it. You were having Christmas dinner with your family and going to Rae’s party on New Year’s Eve. Suddenly you found yourself wishing a happy New Year through text message to the boy that had occupied your mind and your every thought since you first saw him. Suddenly, Winter was gone too, and suddenly, you were in love with Jeon Jungkook.


“Bless you!” you said while laughing.

Jungkook had been sneezing since the moment he greeted you in the station that Spring Thursday. You had been laughing at him, founding cute how he sniffed after each sneeze and how his eyes seemed smaller.

“It’s not funny, okay?” he said, blowing his nose with a tissue.

It’s not funny, okay?” you mimicked him, with a loud, obnoxious tone. “You sounded like the little kid from that meme. You know, the boy who was-”

“I know what meme it is,” he interrupted you, blowing his nose again.

You couldn’t help but laugh again as you searched for the meme on your phone, just to show it to him and tease him a bit. He whined, but ignored you as he stepped into the train, that had already arrived to the station.

Before stepping into the train, you looked back and took a deep breath, loving how Spring smelled in Seoul. Sitting next to Jungkook, you took your denim jacket off.

“Oh, Spring is beautiful, don’t you think?” you asked, admiring the tall green trees from behind the train’s window.

“Yeah, Spring is beautiful when you aren’t allergic to everything it creates,” he said.

Just like the bright pink petals of the cherry trees, your love towards Jungkook had blossomed too, growing stronger and stronger as days went by. Without realising it, your love had surrounded you like the cherry blossoms, as beautiful and breathtaking as them. But you knew cherry blossoms only lasted for a couple of weeks before they fell down the cherry tree and it was left naked again, waiting for Spring to arrive again and hit it with its beauty.

You were dying to get it out of your chest and tell him as Rae and Paula had encouraged you to do since you told them what you felt for the doe-eyed boy. But you didn’t have the courage to do so. You tried searching for some answers in the boy’s eyes, hoping you’d find them like you always did when you looked into his eyes. Every time you searched for love in those black eyes, you only saw care, but never love.

Maybe you didn’t know what love looked like. Maybe you were hoping to see fireworks, flares, anything… Maybe it wasn’t in his eyes where you had to search for love.

“Y/N?” you heard him call your name. He was looking at you with a cocky smile in his face, just like every time he caught you immerse un your own world.

“Mhm, sorry I didn’t hear you,” you said, your cheeks reddening a bit.

“I know,” he laughed. “I was about to ask you something, but maybe you want to keep thinking about what you where thinking.”

“Yeah, because I was thinking about how stupid you are,” you mockingly said. “But I always have time to think about that, so ask me whatever you were going to ask me.”

Jungkook tried hiding his smile as he shook his head. “Well…” suddenly, he seemed nervous. “My friends and I are going to some club this Saturday and… Er… They asked me if you wanted to come.”

He didn’t look at you in the eye as he said so, but you didn’t care, because all you could think of in that moment was that he was - somehow - asking you to go out with him. You had only met at the train and you spoke through texts, but you had never met away from that train station.

“If you don’t want to come or you have made plans already…” he began to say, seeing that you hadn’t said a word.

“No,” you said, snapping from your trance. Jungkook looked at you frowning and you smiled. “No as in ‘no, I don’t have made any plans for Saturday night.”

Jungkook relaxed a bit and his playful smirk returned to his beautiful face. “Not that you have many plans every Saturday night anyway.”

“Oh, shut up Jeon,” you whined, hitting him hard in the arm.


“I don’t know what to wear!” you almost cried as Rae and Paula finished their make-up.

You didn’t go partying that often, that’s why your closet was full of trousers and oversized jumpers, but not a single dress could be seen in it.

“Just wear a dress and some high heels,” Paula whispered, not paying you much attention.

“Thank you for being such a good listener Paula,” you said in a harsh tone. “I have said that I don’t have any dresses or high heels nearly fifty times!”

“Woah, relax, you are going to age faster if you don’t calm down,” she said, still concentrated on her winged eyeliner.

“Paula, shut up. She’s nervous because she’s going out for the first time with the boy she likes,” Rae said, approaching you. “Well, the boy she is in love with.”

You only sighed and sat on the edge of your bed. “If I would have known this I wouldn’t have asked Jungkook if you two could come.”

“Hey, listen,” Paula said, finishing her eyeliner. “You’re going to look beautiful tonight and Jungkook will see what he’s missing.”

“You’re speaking as if he had rejected me,” you laughed a bit. “He’s not missing anything because he doesn’t feel the same.”

“You won’t never know it if you don’t tell him about your feelings,” Rae encouraged you. You just stood up from the bed and searched for something to wear in your closet. You had had that same conversation with your friends before.

“I won’t tell him about my feelings, okay? And you won’t either,” you said, throwing a simple black skater skirt into the bed. “The last thing I want to lose is his friendship.”

“He told his friends about you, Y/N!” Paula said. “Wake up, that’s a signal. He likes you.”

You rolled your eyes. You paired the black skirt with a white blouse. “He told his friends about me because we are friends. And shut up, you’re always getting my hopes high for nothing.”

You started dressing yourself quickly, putting a black lace bralette and black matching panties. You didn’t have much time since you would meet with Jungkook and his friends at the club at ten and it was already nine.

“You always say that, but when you first said it Jungkook appeared in the train out of nowhere and sat beside you,” Paula said, putting on her red stilettos.

“And the last time you said it, he asked you for your number, so don’t be pessimistic and just enjoy the night,” Rae said.

You sighed, knowing they were right. Even if Jungkook didn’t feel the same towards you, you could still have a fun night out with your best friends and the boy you liked.

The club was packed when you arrived. Fashionably late, of course. Jungkook had texted you, letting you know that they were upstairs getting some drinks.

The music was too loud to hear anything that your friends said as you climbed up the stairs. When you finally arrived to the bar in which Jungkook had told you that he was waiting for you with his friends, you saw a group of boys. They were at least seven, each one of them more handsome than the other. Despite the dim lights and the dark atmosphere, your recognised him immediately.

You approached, taking short, shy steps. Jungkook was with his back facing towards you, so he didn’t see you approaching them until one of the other boys nudged his back. Jungkook’s eyes made contact with you, shining under the multi coloured lights.

His smile was drawn on his lips as soon as he saw you, pushing some of his friends so he could greet you and start introducing you to his friends. They were six other boys and Jungkook was the youngest of them all. They greeted you with wide smiles and soft nods of their heads.

“She’s even more beautiful than you told us, Jungkookie,” the eldest boy named Jin teased.

You blushed, but blushed even more when you saw how flustered Jungkook was. You didn’t knew if it was because Jin had just called him Jungkookie in front of you or if it was because Jin had admitted that he had told them you were beautiful. You just smiled as Jungkook punched Jin in the arm.

To break the awkward moment, you introduced your friends to the boys, Rae immediately setting her sights on a quiet boy named Yoongi.

“I nearly didn’t recognise you,” you told Jungkook, leaning over Jungkook so he could hear you.

He turned his head to face you, making you gasp at the proximity of your faces. He was smirking as he looked into your eyes, probably knowing the effect he had on you. “Yeah? Why?” he said in a playful tone. Even though he was always comfortable around you and he had never been shy towards you, you saw a different side of him that night. He was more cocky, more playful with you. You just blamed the alcohol.

“I’m so used to seeing you in those oversized hoodies and sweatpants that I thought this guy in a white shirt and black trousers wasn’t the Jeon Jungkook I know,” you said, feeling a bit uncomfortable under his intense gaze.

“And what Jeon Jungkook you like the most?” he asked, making you blush once again.

“The one in oversized hoodies and sweatpants, to be honest,” you said, and when you saw his eyes widening you explained yourself. “Not that you don’t look… Interesting in that shirt and those tight trousers.”

“Interesting, hum?” he hummed, taking a sip from his glass, filled with a dark liquid you supposed was alcohol. “You are really interesting too in that skirt,” he said, and as soon as the words left his lips, his eyes widened again and he took a sip from his glass once more, this time longer. You blushed and cleared your throat.

“Hum… I’m going to grab a drink,” you said.

“Okay, I’ll go with you,” he followed you towards the counter where the barmen where serving the drinks.

You weren’t inside of your comfort zone: the train and at first it was a bit difficult for you both to start a conversation. But as always, you ended up talking and laughing about everything and anything at the same time.

The boys joined you and all of you ended up taking shots of tequila and screaming so loud you couldn’t even hear the music anymore. There was a boy that shouted over the rest, Taehyung. He wasn’t drunk, he was completely wasted, inviting everyone to do shots and trying to flirt even with Jimin, who always answered him with “No, Tae, you know my girlfriend and she would kill you.”

As the night carried on, you were left alone with Jungkook once again. Namjoon disappeared with Jimin because they were really tired. Jin was with Hoseok trying to tell random girls bad jokes and make them laugh. Yoongi and Rae where nowhere to be seen, and Tae and Paula were wasted, dancing on the dance floor.

“Wanna go to the dance floor?” Jungkook said, slowly since he had to think twice what he was going to say.

“Sure,” you said, leaving your empty glass on the bar. “But we won’t be dancing with Paula and Tae, right? I don’t want to be kicked out.”

Jungkook laughed, but you didn’t hear the beautiful sound of it since the music was blasting through the speakers. There were so many people, the place was so packed, that you thought you would lose Jungkook in the crowd. He was following you, so you stopped a bit to look at him and see if he was still behind you. He knocked the air out of your lungs when his hand grabbed yours and he lead you towards the dance floor.

It wasn’t the first time he had grabbed your hand, but it was the first time he intertwined his fingers with you, the first time you could completely feel his skin against yours.

When you were in the middle of the dance floor, Jungkook stopped and let go of your hand. He turned so you were facing each other. You were awkwardly looking at each other, both with silly smiles on your faces. You smiled widely when you thought about what someone would think if they looked at you both in that moment. They’d probably see a boy and a girl whose life had just started, young and beautiful, falling in love under the lights of the pub. Oh, they’d be so wrong.

“What?!” he shouted so you could hear his voice above the music.

You smiled. “Nothing,” you looked at your feet. Jungkook was lazily moving them to the rhythm.

“Tell me,” he pushed you, taking a step towards you, so close to you that your chest were touching. You were nearly trembling when you lifted your head and found his eyes, burning into yours with so much force you thought your heart would burst into flames.

“Tell you what?” you teased.

“Tell me why you were looking at me with that smile on your face,” he leaned his face mere inches from yours. He lowered his head a bit so his eyes were right in front of yours. You bit your lower lip.

Your body started moving along the music. It was as loud as it had been for the rest of the night, but it had faded into the background as Jungkook smiled and started dancing too. At first it was just the two of you dancing and joking around, laughing and touching every once in a while, but with every passing song, your bodies started getting closer. And suddenly Jungkook’s hands where on your waist and your hands were seductively playing with your hair.  

You saw him biting his lower lip as he looked down at you, dancing for him, just for his eyes. You had never felt so sure of yourself or so sexy as you did then, in that moment, under the burning gaze of the boy you loved. Maybe he wasn’t in love with you, maybe he didn’t even like you as something more than a simple friend, but in that moment he wanted you and you could see it in his burning gaze.

The desire you felt, the desire in Jungkook’s eyes and the tequila shoots you had behind, made you feel confident and you moved closer to Jungkook until you could feel his stomach against yours. You could barely hear anything that wasn’t your erratic breaths or your heart beat, but you swore you heard a low grunt escaping from Jungkook’s lips.

His hands were holding you in place, so your bodies would move at the same pace. Your arms circled his neck until your fingers were playing with his hair.

“What are we doing?” was all that Jungkook could whisper into your ear as you danced against him.

“We’re dancing,” you said, as innocently as you could.

You’d be lying if someone asked you if you desired Jungkook or not and you answered no. Of course you yearned for him, for his body, for his hands, for his eyes, for his voice, his soul, heart and everything he could offer to you. And even though you knew none of that things belonged to you, in that moment you wanted to believe that yes, Jeon Jungkook was yours and only yours.

As the temperature escalated, Jungkook pressed you more and more against his body, so much you could already feel the growing bulge in his pants. You bit your lip. Were you really getting Jungkook horny?

You got your answer when he moved his hands a bit lower and, with a bit of force, spun you so his chest was pressed against your back. His arms circled your waist and his hands landed on the waistband of your skirt. You couldn’t believe what was going on as Jungkook’s lips started grazing the skin of your neck. In that moment you were biting your lip with so much force, you thought it would start bleeding. You were feeling on cloud nine, closing your eyes and letting Jungkook’s body lead yours. You intertwined your hands with Jungkook’s, the touch so intimate you almost believed that what was happening was real.

Of course you knew it wasn’t real. It was a product of two young people, wild hormones and alcohol, mixed with the loud music and the atmosphere that surrounded you both.

“Jungkook,” his name escaped from your lips in a strangled moan when the boy sunk his teeth in your neck, licking the spot afterwards.

He leaned into your ear and whispered something, but you didn’t understood it. You turned around to face him and ask him what he had said.

“Kiss me,” he breathed, loud enough for you to hear.

He didn’t even give you time as he leaned in and his lips touched yours, softly at first, roughly and passionately as a couple of seconds passed. You followed his lips, still shocked about what was going on. You closed your eyes and focused every sense of your on Jungkook and his lips. They felt softer than a marshmallow, the bottom lip being a little more plump that the upper one. He tasted like tequila and fireworks - fireworks that were exploding at the same time in the pitch of your stomach.

The kiss escalated quickly and soon, Jungkook’s tongue traced your bottom lip, making you open your mouth a bit so his tongue could play with yours. Meanwhile, his hands kept you pressed against him as he grabbed you by the waist.

You swore two, three… Maybe seven songs passed and you were still kissing, pouring yourselves into the kiss, without any care about what was going on around you.

When you felt breathless for the hundredth time, you pulled away as Jungkook’s teeth bite your bottom lip. You opened your eyes to fin Jungkook’s eyes already on you. His lips were plum and red, and his eyes wilder than you had ever seen him. Oh God, he was so beautiful and so young, and you were so in love with him.

“I live ten minutes away from here,” is all you could say in that moment. “Just a few blocks away.”

Jungkook looked intensely into your eyes. “Are you sure you want this?”

You bit your lip while looking at him. He sure wanted that, you could see and feel it. But… Did you want it? Of course you wanted it, but you didn’t know if you’d feel the same the next morning. You already were too head over heels in love with Jungkook, but maybe if you took that next step there would be no turning back. All of your thoughts were summarized in one soft nod of your head.

That was all Jungkook needed to grab your hand and drag you out of the club. As soon as you were outside, he kissed you fiercely again.

You nearly ran towards you house, the ten minutes walk being the longest in your life. As soon as the door of you small shared apartment was open, Jungkook nearly pushed you inside, his mouth being all over yours once again. Your roommate was visiting her parents that weekend, so you were lucky you had the house all to yourself.

You laughed when Jungkook led you towards the wrong room, nearly tripping when you told him it was your roommate’s room.

In between kisses, bites, moans, laughs and silly jokes you finally finished undressing one another. Jungkook climbed over you, your back pressed against your soft white sheets. You looked at him, looking like a prince to you, hovering above you under the moonlight that slipped through the window. His obsidian hair falling into his eyes, casting shadows all over his face, making his lips look plumper, his eyes darker and his jawline sharper.

Jungkook was art, a piece of the finest carved marble. There was no flaw in his body or his face. You could look at him all day and you would still not get tired of it. You could have spent hours observing every little mole that adorned his body like constellations adorn the sky. From the mole he had under his bottom lip, to the one he had on his neck, and ending in the round mole just next to his belly button.

Whispering sweet nothings into your ears, planting passionate kisses all over your body, leaving his mark in your neck, caressing every curve of your body with his fingertips as if he wanted to always remember it - as if he was afraid he would forget about the curve of your hips, your legs, your breasts, your collarbones, your cheekbones or your lips - he made love to you that night.

His way of pushing softly into you at first and roughly afterwards drove you crazy. He spoke with his body that night. With his face, his hands, his fingertips. With every touch, he told you a million things he couldn’t voice out - a million things he wouldn’t voice out. With every whisper, he let you know how much he was enjoying fucking you. With every moan he let you know how good you made him feel. With every push of his body into you, he let you know how much he had been fantasizing about your body pressed against him.

He knew that making love to you would be a turning point in your relationship, that he had not only let you see him naked, but he had let you see him completely naked. Body and soul. You were different, he felt it in the way he reacted towards you. Maybe you’d be the only constant in his life. Maybe you’d be the one that stays in his mind forever.


You woke up to the sun high up in the sky, hitting your naked skin. You woke up to the sound of soft snores beside you.

You blinked a couple of times, lazily batting your eyelashes so your eyes could adjust to the light that filled your room that Spring morning. Turning around you found Jungkook, asleep by your side, his arm hanging lazily over your waist.

He was sweating, hair sticking to his forehead. With a soft smile drawn on your lips and careful not to wake him up, you moved away the dark strands of hair. But you failed in your attempt of not waking him up as he stirred and growled.

Your hand travelled then to his forehead, the side of his nose, until you finally placed it over his cheek.

Sudden anxiety took over you as Jungkook started opening his eyes, slowly at first and then all at once. What if he regretted last night? What if he just wanted to be your friend? What if he was just drunk?

He looked at you when he finally opened his eyes, observing every inch of your face. Slowly, he traced his eyes over your lips, your chin, your nose and they finally landed in your eyes. You remained silent, your hand placed over his cheek, not knowing what to do.

Something in the boy that was lying in your bed, naked next to you, snapped as he frowned and quickly got away from you. Your hand fell lifelessly onto the bed, just as fast as your heart feel and shattered too.

“Who… What am I doing here?” he asked, with a raspy voice, standing up from your bed, blushing when he saw he was naked. “What the fuck?”

You blinked your tears away a couple of times before you felt too naked under Jungkook’s gaze and you covered your body with your sheets. You sat yourself up in bed. Without looking at you twice, Jungkook had started dressing himself.

“Look Jungkook… I… We…” you stuttered.

“Jungkook?” he sounded confused. He put on his shirt and brushed his hair with his fingers. “Why do you even know my name? I mean… I’m sure I’ve never seen you before.”

You saw it in his eyes. It was there. Emptiness. Nothing. You saw nothing in his eyes as he looked at you.

“What?” you blinked a couple of times, confused, angry, humiliated, heartbroken… All at once. “How dare you say that you have never seen me before?”

Jungkook picked up his phone and his wallet before stuffing them into the pockets of his jeans. He really looked confused.

“I… I don’t know how I ended up here but-” he said, sounding angry too. Why was he even angry. You had been the rejected one there. “But I’m sure it was fun and well… Thank you.”

“Thank you?!” you nearly shouted. “What the fuck Jungkook? You’re kidding me, right? You’re fucking thanking me as if I was a whore!”

The boy that was in front of you wasn’t Jungkook. He looked like Jungkook, but he definitely wasn’t him. Those empty eyes, looking at them just made you sick.

“I… I gotta go,” was what he said before looking at you one last time and grabbing the doorknob to open your bedroom door.

“Jungkook!” you screamed, wanting to go after him, but your body felt somehow stuck to the mattress of your bed.

Seconds later you felt the front door close and your tears run down your cheeks. You had hoped Jungkook would stay, you had hoped that maybe he would whisper a “good morning” to you and then make love to you again as he did the night before. You hoped you two would stay in your bed forever, letting the sunrays warm your skin. You hoped.


You were never someone that regretted what they had done. If you did something, then you’d take the consequences that came with it.

But you regretted sleeping with Jungkook.

You regretted it all, from the moment he stepped off of your apartment pretending he didn’t even knew you to the moment you texted him, saying that you could act as if nothing had happened, and the text was never delivered - meaning that he had blocked your number.

You tried reaching out to him, looking for him at the train station, even at the sports centre. He was nowhere to be seen. You missed the noise of his skate colliding with the floor, you missed the way he always went pass you as if he hadn’t seen you. You missed your conversations, his laugh, his eyes. You thought about look for him at his house, but you realised you barely knew anything about him, other than he loved reading, skating and making you laugh.

At first you were sad, you blamed yourself for what had happened. If you had been able to contain yourself, it would have only been two drunk friends kissing at a pub. Maybe Jungkook would still speak to you then. It didn’t feel the same stepping into the train on your own, looking at the cherry blossoms or simply stepping off the bus.

Your sadness turned into anger as Spring slowly turned into Summer. You started blaming Jungkook instead of yourself. If he hadn’t wanted to sleep with you, he could have stopped you. Or he simply could have contained himself and not have dragged you out of the club and towards your house. And he even pretended he didn’t know you and that he didn’t remember anything! What a fucking coward.

Anger turned into nothing as your final exams came and you needed all of your brain focused on one thing: studying. You buried yourself in books and notes, the uni’s library becoming your second home. Reading and writing also helped you with the J thing. You had became so pathetic you couldn’t even say his entire name.

Internship at the hospital helped you with that too, but each time you had to take the train and go to the station, you panicked, thinking that maybe he would be there, with his skate or his book. With his oversized hoodie or his brown beanie. But he would never be there.

Final exams ended and you only had a week left at the hospital before summer holidays started.

“Where are you going?” Rae asked you, absentmindedly playing with his hair.

“Hm… I think I might visit my family,” you said. Since your family lived in another country and you had moved to Seoul with your parents when you were little, you barely saw them. You and your parents usually visited them every summer. “And you?”

That day you had finished practice at the hospital earlier, so the train station was almost empty, except for the three of you and some more people.

Your friends had been trying to distract you every time they accompanied you to the train station, since they didn’t want you to look around searching for Jungkook. You spoke about ordinary things, too ordinary and boring.

As the train came into the station, you lifted your eyes up from the floor. What you saw, almost made you fall to the ground.

Round, wide, black eyes were staring at you from a couple of metres away. He looked as surprised as you to see you there. A sudden wave of anger shook your body and you had to contain yourself not run towards him and slap him in the face with all the force you had.

You tore your gaze away from his as if his eyes burned you. But it was true, they burned you. Paula and Rae had seen him too, so they followed you into the train without saying a word.

The conversation about what you’d be doing that summer continued, your friends trying to distract you somehow, but your mind was somewhere else. You were sure you were red from anger. Not only did he dare to look at you with puppy eyes, as if he was the one hurting there, as if he hadn’t been avoiding you for two months. He dared to sit on his usual seat, just a couple of metres away from you, in the same wagon you were.

He was looking out of the window, with that impassible face, avoiding to look towards you. But you couldn’t avoid him, no when you suddenly remembered how his lips felt against yours, how his hands traced every curve of your body, how his eyes looked at you that night as if you were a piece of art. No when all you could think about was he sleeping next to you, pulling you closer to him.

“Y/N!” Paula said as you stood up from your seat, leaving your bag there. “Y/N, where are you going?” she whispered, already knowing where you were heading to.

You sat in front of Jungkook, making him look at you.

“Hey,” you said, putting on a fake smile. “Do you remember who I am or are you going to pretend that you don’t know me once again?”

For a brief moment, your swore you saw hurt in his eyes, even regret, but his impassible facade was still there. You were being cruel, but he had been cruel too for the past two months.

He huffed and readjusted himself in his seat. You frowned as you didn’t see his skate with him. He always carried his skate with him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

If it weren’t for the anger you had felt in that moment, that blinded you completely, maybe you would have seen the tired look in his eyes, covered behind the cold facade he was putting on. Maybe you’d have seen that he had lost weight, that he had bags under his eyes, that his hair was longer than usual and maybe you’d have found the reason why he hadn’t brought his skate with him. If you hadn’t been seeing red in that moment, you’d have seen him fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. You would have even found strange that he was wearing a hoodie in June.

“Woah, I didn’t expect such an elaborate answer from you,” you said, anger filling every single word.

He shrugged and just looked away from you, towards the window. The once cherry trees covered in pink cherry blossoms were naked then, just normal green leaves making it look like an ordinary tree.

“I don’t know, Y/N. What the fuck do you want me to say?” he spat, finally looking at you. “Do you want me to tell you the truth and hurt you, or do you want me to keep avoiding you and save you the heartbreak?”

Maybe if you hadn’t been that angry and selfish, you would have found the double meaning behind his words.

“Heartbreak?” you laughed sarcastically. “You? Saving me the heartbreak?” you looked at him, throwing daggers towards him with your eyes. “You can’t save the heartbreak to someone who is already heartbroken, so go ahead.”

He flinched and took a deep breath before speaking again. “What happened that night…” he made a pause for a brief moment. “We had fun, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” you repeated. “Oh, that’s all, yes,” you laughed sarcastically again. “That’s all you have to say to me after two months? That we had fun and that’s all?”

“Yes, what do you want me to say?” he said, raising his voice a bit. You both were trying to speak in a normal tone so the rest of the wagon wouldn’t hear your conversation. “You wanted the truth? That’s the truth. I slept with you, I can’t get anything else from you.”

Those were the last words you were expecting to hear. You thought your heart was already broken, that’s why you didn’t expect to feel such a pain in your chest as the boy you loved told you what you knew but you never wanted to see. You were nothing for him.

You opened your mouth, trying to say something, but you couldn’t. Don’t, Y/N. You breathed as you closed your eyes, and when you opened them again to found those black eyes looking directly at you, you gathered the courage to speak. “You just wanted to fuck me?”

Jungkook looked at you, as if wanting to tell you something else. But he didn’t. “I’m not the guy you thought I was.”

“You definitely aren’t,” you said, standing up from your seat.

“You shouldn’t have trusted me, you don’t know anything about me other than random insignificant things,” he said, looking away from you.

“You’re right…” you whispered, your eyes glued to your hands as you kept playing with your t-shirt. You gulped. You didn’t want it to end like that, but you didn’t want anything from him either, so you just walked away.

You took your seat next to Paula and Rae, who had been eyeing you the entire time. You told them you didn’t want to talk about it and when the train stopped in the next station, Jungkook gathered his things and stepped off the train without looking back again. You felt a pang of hurt in your chest and you had to swallow your own tears. You’d get over him.


Your summer holidays began, days were longer and nights shorter. Stars shone brighter than ever that warm summer.  But not for you, since you spent nearly every night thinking about him, your heart shattered into pieces all over the place.

You were supposed to be travelling with your parents to visit your family, but since being in Seoul reminded you of him, you flew home a month earlier than your parents.

Being with your grandparents, helping them around and playing with your little cousins helped you a bit. Until one day, one of your cousins - the one that had eighteen years old - told you he had started reading The Name of The Wind, and Jungkook came crashing into your mind again. When would it stop?

Everything started reminding you of him at home too, and forgetting him was starting to feel like an impossible mission. So instead of trying to forget him, you simply pushed the memory of him to the back of your head.

By the end of summer, Jungkook was something you had locked in a hidden place you didn’t even know it existed, or you just simply ignored it.

Starting uni again and seeing your friends again made you incredibly happy.

Just as a new season started, your routine did too. You couldn’t wait for cherry trees to blossom again, but you loved the colours of Seoul’s autumn too. After starting your internship at the hospital again, Seoul became your home once more. You were always doing something, always listening to music, reading or going out with your friends, filling those empty gaps that could give you time to think.

Those who didn’t really know you, would say that you had changed, that you had become a more mature and serious person. In a way, you did, you changed. But you were still the same. Still the same stupid, naive girl who fell in love with a boy she met at the train station on a Thursday evening. The same girl who fell in love over a fallen bookmark and an unfinished book saga. That same girl that got her heart broken and fixed piece by piece over time.


“… and after that, you have to visit Mr. Choi and check his glucose,” the nurse told you, writing something in a paper.

It was being a hectic day at the hospital. Two car accidents, one of them a bus filled with teenagers. As one of the intern nurses you were left out of the action and you just had to check the hospitalized patients.

Nodding, you gathered your things and did your tasks, chatting with the people that you already knew because they had been hospitalized before summer began.

As you were heading to Mr. Choi’s room you stayed paralysed in the middle of the corridor.

The laugh that escaped from the door right in front of you slipped into your bones, suddenly breaking the wall you had built in a remote part of yourself, hiding behind it the name of the boy your heart still yearned for. You felt like you were going to collapse on the floor right then and there.

Without even thinking, your hand grabbed the doorknob of the white door. The nurse would kill you for not following your schedule, but you had to know if he was there. You suddenly needed to see him, despite the hurtful words he directed towards you the last time you saw him. Your heart still ached at the sound, so pure and vibrant it made your heart beat faster.

You hoped you’d see him sitting on the visitor’s chairs, but what you saw left you completely breathless. It was funny because, every single time you saw him, he somehow made you feel breathless.

You recognised the person that was sitting on the visitor’s chair, but it wasn’t Jungkook. Jimin stared at you, wide eyes and open mouth, his laugh dying and evaporating in the air. Then, with jaw clenched and tear-filled eyes, you looked at the boy that was lying back in the hospital bed. Jungkook looked as breathless as you did, but for obvious different reasons.

In that moment, you saw what you hadn’t seen that Thursday’s afternoon, in the wagon of the train, just before summer began. You saw it all. You saw his tired eyes, his dark, dishevelled hair. His pale skin, the bags under his eyes that contrasted with the soft skin of his beautiful face. You saw he had lost weight, his wide shoulders seeming smaller and hunched.

You felt a wave of feelings of all kind hit your body, the force of the impact making hot tears roll down your cheeks.

“Y/N,” Jungkook breathed.

You frowned, your hand still over the doorknob. You didn’t know what to do, what to say or simply… What to feel. So you just stepped back and closed the door again as if you had never stepped into that room.

“Y/N!” you heard Jungkook calling out for you from the other side of the closed door.

As you dried your tears with the back of your hand, you started running down the corridor, ignoring everyone that was looking at you with confused eyes, and ignoring Jimin, who was running towards you, calling out your name.

Arriving to Mr. Choi’s room, you closed the door behind you and took a deep breath. You felt safe there, away from Jimin and Jungkook.

“What’s wrong, honey?” the old man asked you with a sweet voice. He was one of those people that had been hospitalized before summer started, so you already knew the man and you really cared about him.

You tried breathing normally again as you told him that nothing was wrong, just that you had a lot of things to do that morning and you couldn’t risk being late. You checked Mr. Choi’s glucose and chatted a bit with him. His wife would be visiting him soon, so you said goodbye to him and promised that you’d say goodbye again that afternoon before going home.

“Y/N,” a voice called out your name again as you stepped out of Mr. Choi’s room. Jimin had been waiting for you outside, his back resting against the opposite wall.

You ignored him as you kept walking along the corridor.

“Please, Y/N, wait,” he pleaded. You stopped so abruptly he almost bumped against your back. Your head was still spinning and you were mad at Jungkook, not Jimin, so you would at least hear what he wanted to tell you.

“What?” you said, turning around so you could face him.

You had only seen him one night, but you were sure that night he didn’t look half as tired and devastated as he did then, in the middle of that corridor.

“I… Hey,” he softly smiled. “How have you been?”

You frowned. “I’ve been doing fine,” was all you answered, narrowing your eyes towards Jimin. His hair was no longer a pink shade. You nearly smiled as you remembered how his pink hair had reminded you of the cherry blossoms the night you met him. You nearly smiled as you remembered how his, now chestnut hair, reminded you of the brown, dead leaves that fell from the trees in autumn.

“I’m happy to hear that,” he said. He was looking at your eyes, looking calm and relaxed, but he was nervous, you could see it in the way he was playing with his grey jumper. “Please, you need to speak with Jungkook.”

You sighed. You spoke with Jungkook four months ago, and he already told you everything you needed to hear. “Sorry, I have things to do. Bye, Jimin, it was nice seeing you.”

You turned around, but a hand kept you from walking away. That same hand forced you to turn around again, softly. “Please, you’re the only one that can make him change his mind.”

“What? Change his mind about what?” you frowned. You hadn’t even given yourself time to think about everything. About why was Jungkook at the hospital.

“Talk to him, please,” Jimin pleaded you a last time.

You looked into his eyes for some more before nodding with your head. You were just going to talk to him, then you’d follow the rest of your schedule.

“Thanks,” Jimin said, suddenly embracing you in a tight hug. “Talk to him, talk to Jungkook,” he broke the hug with what you thought were tears in his eyes. He disappeared from the corridor and you were left alone.

You started walking towards Jungkook’s room. You stayed there, in front of his door for almost five minutes, just thinking. What would you feel when you saw him from up close once again? Why Jimin wanted you to talk to him? What was he going to tell you? Why was he at the hospital? And… What ‘you’re then only one that can make him change his mind’ meant?

You knocked on the door before opening and finding Jungkook’s eyes again. You doubted for a moment, not daring to step into the room.

“Come in, please,” Jungkook said, his voice softer than you ever remembered it.

You nodded and closed the door behind your back. You kept your back pressed against the shiny material of the door. Your eyes examined Jungkook, and his eyes took their time to examine you too.

“Well, here I am,” you said, hoping he would tell you already what was going on. Why he suddenly wanted to talk to you.

“I…” he looked around him, his facial expression changed as his eyes landed on the different devices that were connected to his body. His eyes closed for a moment but when he opened them again, they found you immediately. “How are you?”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m fine,” you said, in a monotone voice. You didn’t want to sound rude, but after all those months waiting for something to happen…

“Are you still an intern?” he asked.

“Yes,” you answered. He asked you a couple more questions about your life, you giving him the same answers: yes or no. “Jungkook, I’m  not here so you can ask me questions.”

“Sorry,” he murmured. “I just wanted to speak with you for a bit. To know how you have been doing.”

“Well, you told me that after fucking me you couldn’t get anything else from me, so I don’t get why you want to know about me all of a sudden,” you said as Jungkook flinched at your harsh words.

“Don’t say that, please,” he pleaded, closing his eyes again.

“I’m just telling you what you told me,” you shrugged, your eyes never leaving his.

“I didn’t mean it, I was just trying to distance you from me,” he sighed.

“Yes, you were trying to distance me from you because you had already gotten everything you wanted from me, right?” you said, sounding cruel, pouring everything that had been eating you up from the past months in your harsh words.

“Don’t say that!” Jungkook raised his voice. “I didn’t mean it!”

“And why did you say that, then?” you raised your voice too. “You knew I was in love with you. Why did you do that to me then, Jungkook?” you paused yourself so you could catch your breath. You waited for Jungkook to say something, but he just stayed there. “Why are you here?”

Jungkook’s eyes looked at the window instead of you. He had been delaying that moment, thas question, since you entered in the room. In that moment, you knew. But you waited for him to answer anyway.

“I’m…” he began to say, his eyes fixed in something else. Maybe the blue sky, so clear you couldn’t see a single cloud in it. Maybe the sun, shinning bright above you, its rays entering into the room. “I’m ill. I’ve always been ill but lately it has gotten worse.”

It all was a paradox, a cruel and beautiful paradox. The sun was shining, the weather was clearer than ever, but it all somehow stopped at the other side of the window that separated the small hospital room from the outside. Yes, the rays of sun entered into the room, but the energy and happiness that came with them didn’t. How can you feel energetic and happy when the boy you’re helplessly in love with tells you he’s ill? The world outside of that room carried on, but your world stopped in that moment, in that hospital room.

It was one of the most beautiful autumn days you had ever seen, and yet it became one of the saddest days of your life.

Of course you knew that Jungkook wasn’t okay since the moment you stepped into that room, but your silly and naive mind still hoped that he was there because he broke his leg skating or because he just had an appendicitis.

You were left breathless. He, somehow, always left you breathless.

“H… How ill?” you stupidly asked.

He swallowed harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “I’m just ill, that’s all you need to know for now,” he looked at you again, his eyes finally leaving that outside world and stepping into your own world. When his eyes widened, you realised you were crying. He wasn’t just ill. “Don’t cry, please. Come over here Y/N.”

You shook your head no, but you still approached him until you were at the feet of his bed.

“You’ve always been ill?” you asked, sniffling as you tried to calm yourself. He nodded. “You knew this when we met?” you asked. He nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Jungkook flinched a bit when you raised your voice. “I just… I just saw how happy and bright you were and I didn’t want to change that.”

You frowned, you waved your hands all over the place as you spoke. “And do you think I was going to be bright and happy when I found out by myself?!”

He sighed. “Okay, no, I didn’t think about that…”

You shook your head again and then rested it in between your hands, trying to assimilate everything. “I just need to set it all in…” you sighed.

Suddenly, you felt a hand against your shoulder, hesitant. Your head snapped up, and you gasped when you saw how close Jungkook was from you. A device started beeping as it had detached from Jungkook’s body.

“No, no, no, lay down, please,” you urged him, gently grabbing his cold hand and placing it next to him, over the bed. You connected the device again to Jungkook’s body, avoiding eye contact with him.

“I don’t want you to cry,” he whispered, sounding out of breath for the mere effort he had done of sitting himself up.

“And I don’t want you to get even worse. I won’t cry, I swear, but don’t move, please,” your voice was softer than before. Even after you connected the device to Jungkook’s body, your hand was still caressing the skin of his collarbone. He noticed and tensed up a bit, which you misunderstood and took a step back, separating your skin from his. “Tell me everything, I want to know everything.”

“Everything?” he repeated, as if making sure you wanted that.

You nodded, remaining by his side, but not touching him.

“I have an odd brain disease. It’s like Alzheimer, but different at the same time. My neural connections die a hundred times faster than yours, or even than the neural connections of a person with Alzheimer,” he couldn’t look at you in the eye. “My brain forgot about everything every week. Every Thursday I was like a blank piece of paper… Until my parents found out about an experimental treatment that helped neural connections reestablish themselves for a limited time. It worked for me, so every Thursday I had to go to the hospital to take that treatment… It was like chemo, but worst. It made me want to throw up,  it made me forget about everything and then remember everything the next second, and the feeling was so strong it left me breathless and weak.”

“That’s why I saw you every single Thursday at the station,” you murmured. “You came from the hospital, not from the sports centre.”

He nodded. “I’ve been coming to this hospital to take my treatment since I was five. My parents and I moved to our neighbourhood so we could be relatively close to the hospital and so I could ‘have a normal live’” he smiled. You saw the sadness in his smile. The raw emotions of a boy that had been deprived of his childhood. You imagined a little Jungkook, sat in a room like this on his own, everything too white and boring for the happy and energetic boy with the bunny smile. “I come here every Thursday to remember what happened that week, and the week before. I come here so my brain can act like the brain of a normal person would, at least for one week more.”

“I’ve never heard about this,” you frowned, trying to settle all the information.

“That’s because just a handful of doctors and nurses know about it. It still is an experimental treatment after all,” he smiled again, and you hated him for it. Why was he trying to comfort you while he was the one who needed comfort? “I’ve known the perks and the risks of this all my life… Or at least I thought I knew all of them until last year. My body doesn’t react to the treatment as it did anymore. Each time, the doctors increased the dose, I felt worst and it worked less.”

You absentmindedly approached your hands towards his. You intertwined your fingers, letting your warm skin heat up his cold one.

“And then I entered one Thursday into the station, it was an ordinary Thursday, just like the rest. But that Thursday I found a bookmark lying on the floor and it turns out that it belonged to the girl that always got scared each time I threw my skate onto the floor. And you know what? Each Thursday, I threw it even harder to the floor so that girl would look at me and then she’d get all flustered when I would caught her looking at me,” he said, his voice soft as he told you the story.

You sniffled again. “Let me guess… That girl was wearing a grey jumper and black jeans?”

“Woah, I don’t know, I forget things, remember?” he said before laughing loudly at his bad joke, you smiled softly, wondering how he could still smile when he was going through one of the darkest moments of his life.

“You shouldn’t joke about this,” you sounded serious, and you were.

“Sorry, I just… I accepted what I have a long time ago. I sometimes forget that people around me can be hurt by my jokes about it. Sorry,” he looked at you in the eyes and wondered how your eyes could still bright up his world, even if they were covered in tears, red and puffy.

Your eyes. Your eyes were what caught his attention first, they way he could read you like an open book through them. Even in the beginning of your relationship, he could see your soul through them, so pure and so untouched, that he immediately was bewitched by it.

Since you didn’t seem to have any intentions of speaking, he continued with it.

“At first you were that girl I spoke with in the train, that girl that somehow made me enjoy Thursdays a bit. And by winter, you were the girl that made me wish that it’d be Thursday as soon as possible every single week,” he smiled and looked at your intertwined fingers. “I would always replay your face and our conversations in my mind so I wouldn’t forget about you, I would even write it all down in a piece of paper, but at the end of the week, you’d be a mere few paragraphs written in my notebook. Like the rest of my life,” he swallowed, his eyes never leaving your fingers. A shiver run down your spine when his fingers started caressing yours.

“You… You knew how I felt towards you?” you asked.

He took a deep breath. “I could see it in your eyes every single Thursday.”

“So, that night…” you began to say, referring to that awful night. If you could go back in time…

Ignoring your previous words, Jungkook sat himself up in the bed.

“Jungkook, I told yo-” you scolded him, trying to move away your hands from his. He didn’t let you. He had let you go once, he wouldn´t make the same mistake twice.

“That night,” he interrupted you. “That night I felt everything I did-”

“You were drunk, I was drunk… You told me it had been fun but nothing else, at least for you,” you whispered, your face inches from his.

“I wasn’t drunk, I cannot drink while I’m taking the treatment. And you say you’re a nurse?” he smiled. It was one of his sweet smiles.

“But… But I saw you take the tequila shots a… And you were drinking and you… You looked like you were drunk,” you babbled, trying to remember that night.

“I was drinking coke, yeah. And I didn’t take the shots, but you were so occupied taking yours that you didn’t even notice,” he said. You looked so cute, looking at your intertwined fingers, your cheeks a beautiful shade that reminded him of the cherry blossoms you loved so much.

“So… Everything that happened…” you mumbled again, unable to look at him in the eye.

“Everything that happened was because I wanted it to happen and I wanted it to happen with you,” he said, putting his finger under your chin and making you look at him. He smiled, at the sight of your beautiful eyes covered in tears once more. “I wanted to make love to you and so I did, and it was one of the most beautiful nights of my life, and I don’t regret any part of it.”

“And why did you tell me that all you wanted to do was to fuck me?” you narrowed your eyes.

“Because the next morning when I woke up next to you and I didn’t recognise you, I panicked. When I got home and I read about you in my notebook I understood that I had to distance myself from you if I didn’t want to hurt you,” he winced, as if there mere fact of remember taking that decision hurt him. In fact, it did.

“Well, you did. What you told me in the train… It just made me feel like I was useless,” you said, making Jungkook wince again.

“I know, and I won’t ever have enough words to tell you how sorry I am about that, but I achieved what I wanted. You distanced yourself from me, because I wasn’t strong enough to distance myself from you,” he gulped, looking at you in the eye, hoping that maybe someday you would be able to forgive him. Even if he was no longer by your side. “I love you, Y/N. I love you every single day of the week, but as it comes to an end, it’s more and more difficult for me to remember who I am in love with. Even though I love you with all my heart, my mind keeps forgetting about you.”

As you closed your eyes, tears rolled down your cheeks, ending in Jungkook’s fingers, which were softly caressing your skin.

“I love you too,” you said. “I was so afraid you wouldn’t feel the same, that when you runned away from me the morning after sleeping together I thought I had fucked up everything.”

“How could I not feel the same when you love The Name of The Wind and Iron Man?” he joked, trying to make you laugh. And you did, you laughed a bit because he was like that, he could make you smile in the saddest moment of your life. He could appear in your life like the bright light of a lighthouse could appear in the middle of the sea to brighten up the sailor’s path. He could appear into your life, like s train stepped into the station, the air that it created as the machine stopped, playing with your hair; leaving you breathless.

As you were laughing, he placed both of his hands on both sides of your cheeks and he sweetly pressed his lips against yours. You hummed a bit, missing the feeling of his sweet mouth covering yours.

“What now, Jungkook?” you said, suddenly remembering Jimin’s words and softly moving away from him. “Why did Jimin tell me that I was the only one that could make you change your mind?”

He shook his head, as if telling you to forget about it. He hoped you would forget about it as he kissed you again, this time eagerly than before. He tasted sweetly, but you found a new taste in his kiss. It tasted like goodbye.

You moved your lips away from his again. “You’re not taking the treatment anymore, are you?”

The idea somehow popped into your mind and as you looked into his dark eyes, you found the answer to your question. You always found your answers in his eyes. The answer was “yes”.

You moved away from him even more, as he stood there, silent, looking at you his a sorrowful expression all over his beautiful features.

“What will happen if you don’t take the treatment anymore?” you said, your voice was barely a whisper.

“I just… My brain will not only forget about people and things that happen in my everyday life,” he said, his voice was barely a whisper too.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“My brain will forget to breathe, will forget to make my heart beat inside my ribcage,” he said, his voice somehow becoming serious, as if he was sure about what he was saying.

A sudden wave of need and fear spread through your body, you approached him and kissed him passionately, pouring your heart into the kiss, hoping you’d make him change his mind as Jimin told you.

“You can’t leave the treatment. You have to keep living, for yourself, for me Kookster,” you breathed.

He smiled, his lips still touching yours has his hands covered yours, which were caressing his cheeks, your index finger tracing the soft scar he had on one of his cheekbones.

“You hadn’t called me Kookster in a while,” he said, smiling at the soft nickname that one day escaped from your beautiful lips. He smiled at he remembered how you had flushed after saying the nickname. He smiled as he remembered how rosy your cheeks got when you told him how you had been thinking about a nickname for him because Jungkook was just too long.

“I’m being serious, Jungkook,” you said, your tone changing. “If you don’t take the treatment you’ll die. We’re not joking here, we’re talking about your life.”

The smile disappeared from his lips as he understood you were being serious. Nevertheless, you never stopped caressing his cheeks and it comforted him. He wanted you all for himself until the end of his days. He wanted to be selfish, kiss you again and ask you to stay by his side during the journey he was about to take until his last stop. He wanted to have you by his side when everything turned black. But he wanted even more to see you smile. He wanted to see that beautiful, pure smile. He wanted you to be happy, living a long and satisfactory life. He wanted you to become a great nurse.

He was going to take the last doses of his treatment, a stronger one that would keep him alive some more time. How much more? No one knew. Maybe it could be six months, six weeks. Or maybe it could be less than two weeks. No one knew. He wanted to travel. Maybe go to Greece, find Hercules and the tales he loved when he was a kid.

“I can’t stand it anymore, Y/N,” he breathed, moving away from your touch, making your hands fall onto the bed. “Everyone thinks that they know what I’m going through, but no one knows… No one knows what it is to wake up in a strange bed every week, a bed that has always been mine. No one understands what it is like to speak with two people that tell you that you’re their son. It is awful, awful not to remember anything, to see the pain in the eyes of those who love you. It’s awful to then come here, take the treatment and remember all at once. It hits you with so much force you want to throw up, Y/N,” he grabbed your hands in between his. “I’m tired of hurting people and tired of hurting myself. I don’t wanna live another day scared that I would forget something and never again get it back.”

You tasted your salt tears as they slipped into your mouth.

“Don’t cry. I’m sure about this, it’s what I’ve always wanted. If I can’t live a normal life, those around me will be finally able to do so,” he smiled, and his smile wasn’t sad or melancholic, it was pure and radiant, as it had always been. “Did you know that seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person?”

You sniffled, leaning towards Jungkook’s touch as he caressed your cheeks, whipping away the tears. You nodded a bit as you had heard that phrase before.

“Well, that day at the station, The Name of The Wind recommended you to me,” he whispered, his face getting closer to you. “It was the best recommendation anyone has done to me in my entire life. I don’t regret a thing. I don’t regret making you laugh and laughing at your stupid jokes and conspiracy theories. I don’t regret falling in love with you.”

“And neither do I,” you began to say. “And that’s why you should think twice about not taking the treatment anymore,” he was just about to interrupt you when you noticed, and continued speaking. “I don’t know what you are going through right now, I’ve never experienced anything like that. What I know is that we deserve to be together.”

He sighed. Oh, how he wished you had time to be together. “I know, I know…” his thumb traced circles over the soaked skin of your cheek.“But the thing is that the treatment isn’t working for me anymore. If I keep taking it, maybe I’ll live another year, maybe even two. But there will be one, or two, more awful years living in this body that can’t keep up with me.”

You swallowed. You knew he was right, but you were selfish. You were human after all, and for the human being, death was something to be scared of, not something you were willing to embrace, like Jungkook did.

“I know I’ll remember you until the last of my days,” he said, lifting your head up. “I’ll remember who I love and that’s more than I ever dreamt off. Not even in my sweetest dreams had I ever dreamt about meeting a girl like you.”

How could he forget about you when you were everything he was made of? Every fibre of his body carried your name written on it. Every fibre had your smell, your laugh, your bad and good jokes, your tears, your words, your gazes, your little sniffles. You had given him something he wanted to remember more than anything.

“This is my goodbye, Y/N,” he whispered, his touch felt like daggers as his words stabbed your heart. “I don’t want you to see me at my lowest. I want you to remember the Jungkook that gave you your bookmark back. Look at me. Where are my oversized hoodies? And my muscled thighs that you loved so much?” he softly laughed as he joked.

His laugh felt like daggers, straight to your already broken heart.

You shook your head, stepping away from Jungkook. His hands were the ones that fell onto the bed then.

“You… You can’t just leave me like this,” you murmured, taking small steps back. Everything about him was breaking you. It wasn’t because of his goodbye, or because of his illness. It was because he looked happy, happier than you had ever seen him in fact. He wanted that. He didn’t want to add another comma to his story. He wanted to add a full stop. He wanted not to forget or remember anymore. “I… I can’t, I can’t say you goodbye when my heart’s not ready for letting you go.”

The boy swallowed. He could see the hurt in your eyes and he hated himself for being the cause of it. But he knew he would the hurt in your eyes would be nothing compared to the hurt he saw that morning when he woke up next to you. When he didn’t know who you were. He hated himself as he remembered how he had thought you were just another pretty face. How he had looked into your eyes and had felt nothing, just a strange familiarity. Now, when he looked into your eyes he could see the entire world, his world.

Hi saw cherry blossoms in your eyes, remembering how the light up each time you admired them from the train. Jungkook felt a pang of pain in his chest, knowing he wouldn’t see another cherry tree blossom again. Knowing he wouldn’t see the pink colour of the beautiful flowers reflected in your eyes. Knowing he wouldn’t spend another spring day by your side.

“I can’t let you go, Jungkook. Sorry,” was all you said before looking one last time to the boy’s eyes before sprinting out of the room and into the changing room. You cried, thinking about the unfairness of life. Life was greedy, she wanted the purest souls just for herself.

That night you dreamt about unknown train stations and new destinations, places to visit and fall in love with. About a Thursday afternoon, fallen bookmarks and doe eyes. You dreamt about two young people, rosy cheeks and silly smiles on their faces. They reminded you of someone, but you never saw their faces clearly. Anyway, their faces weren’t what you looked into that night, as you looked into their hearts.

And they were in love.

Over a fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon.


You had never been good at sports, let alone running. But as you ran through the corridors of the hospital, without your ordinary clothes still on, you even enjoyed the feeling. You enjoyed the way you created a soft wave of air as you passed by someone, the air playing with their hair, leaving them breathless as they turned around to look at the stupid girl that was running through the hospital’s corridors on a Thursday morning.

But you didn’t care. Maybe it was what people liked about running: it made you feel somehow, free.

The dream you had had the night before was still replaying in your mind, over and over again. Vivid images of the young lovers pushing you towards the familiar room of the hospital.

“Jungkook!” you nearly cried when you stepped into the plain white room. You were breathless from all the running, knowing that day he was returning home. He was leaving to hospital to never come back again.

The boy looked at you wide-eyed, his mouth forming a small “o”.

You run towards him, not even bothering to close the door behind your back. You placed both of your hands on both sides of his face and you leaned in, so you could touch his lips with yours.

Jungkook was confused. When you stepped out of his room the previous day he knew there was a chance that he would never see you again, since he was planning on flying to Greece the next day.

He saw tears in your eyes when you pulled away from him, your noses still touching.

“A year ago, a boy in a skate and an oversized t-shirt handed me this,” you whispered, pulling out the damaged bookmark from your backpack. You handed the rectangular piece of paper to Jungkook, who was still in shock. “And I immediately fell in love with him. Over a fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon.”

Jungkook couldn’t hold the tears back anymore as he hugged you and held the bookmark in between his fingers. When you broke the hug, Jungkook took a moment to observe the bookmark. That Thursday, a year ago, he was so dazed because of you that he didn’t take a moment to look at the piece of paper.

It was plain black, your favourite colour. But when he twirled it, he found some small white letters on it.

“Seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person,” he whispered.

“I wasn’t aware that it was written on my bookmark until I heard you say it yesterday,” you smiled. “Jungkook, you were recommended to me, and I always read those books other people recommend to me. I’m trying to do the same with people.”

“But-” he began to say.

“Yesterday I acted like a selfish little girl. A coward, selfish little girl,” you sighed, interrupting Jungkook and intertwining your hands with his as you had done the previous day. “I’ve never been a coward, I’m not going to act like one now.”

“W… What are you talking about?” the boy looked at you with a frown in his face. You touched the scar on his left cheek, the tip of your finger making goose bumps appear all over his body.

“Even if you decide not to take the treatment anymore, I’ll be by your side. Every single day, and when you don’t remember me, I’ll introduce myself again to you, like I did that Thursday afternoon a year ago,” you said. Your voice was like a soothing balm to him.

“But I told you yesterday that I wanted you to remember the boy from a year ago, not… This one,” he said, the derogatory tone in his voice making you shiver.

“This boy is the same boy I met a year ago. Nothing has changed, just your physical appearance,” you whispered, your hands still caressing his. “Do you really think I’m that frivolous?”

He shook his head. Clearly, you weren’t understanding what he was trying to say. “When I told you in the train that I wanted to save you the heartbreak, I meant it. I pushed you away from me because I don’t wanna hurt you-” you opened your mouth as if going to interrupt him, but he shushed you. “I’m gonna die, Y/N. I don’t know if it’ll be in two months, six or just one week. It is going to be a tough journey and I don’t wanna drag anyone down with me.”

You finally interrupted him because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut anymore. “I know what I’m signing up for Jungkook, and I don’t care.”

“You think you don’t care because that morning when I looked at you and I didn’t recognise you, you thought I had been drunk the night before, or that I was just lying to you to avoid you. But you don’t know what is like to love someone that loves you back, but sometimes forget about it. You don’t know what is like to look at me in the eyes and see a stranger there. It destroyed my parents, I don’t want it to destroy you too,” he said. But you had thought about it, about it all.

“I think you’re underestimating me, Jeon Jungkook,” you said. Of course you knew you’d hurt, that there would be more bad days than good ones. That you wouldn’t be the same at the end of it all. But you knew too, that you loved Jungkook with all your heart, and you wanted to spend his last days with him, no matter if they were twenty, six months or an entire year.

“You just deserve someone who can love you until the end of your days, someone that can be there with you every single morning, waking un by your side and remembering your face…” his voice cracked at the end.

“Jungkook don’t say that,” you said, raspy voice and furious tears running down your cheeks. Jungkook tried approaching you to wipe away your tears, but you took a step away. “I’ll love you until the end of my days and even if you don’t remember me, you will still love me deep inside you.”

The boy you had fallen in love with, nearly a year ago shook his head. “You know that’s not how this works. If I keep doing this, if we keep doing this, I’ll bury you down with me,” he took a deep breath. “Maybe I won’t love you until the end of your days, but I’ll love you until the end of mine, but that’s not enough for you.”

You looked at him in the eye, making all his walls fall down. “That’s more than enough for me.”


It was a sweet autumn, the sweetest you have ever lived, in fact.

You learned to love the orange and brown colours that decorated the nearly naked threes of Seoul as you learned to love by Jungkook’s side. Being by his side was like a constant lesson. You learned from him and in exchange, he learned from you. From your lively eyes and your bright smile. He learned from the girl he loved that time was precious, even if you had a little left. That you could make the most out of anything if you really wanted to. And so he did.

He made the most out of the little time he had left.

A week after Jungkook was discharged from the hospital, you finally convinced him to let you fly with him to Greece. You’d have to skip university and the internship, but you didn’t care. The long journey by plane from Seoul to Greece reminded you of those Thursday afternoons you shared with him in the train on your way home. You spoke, laughed, read… You were that young couple everyone observed in the train, with yearning eyes from past memories.

You learned that Jungkook loved the ancient mythology, its myths and characters. He told you the tales of Aquiles, of Hercules, Troy and its wooden horse. You loved how his entire face lit up whenever he spoke about something he loved, with so much passion, pouring his heart in everything he loved. But the thing you loved the most about it all, was how his entire face lit up whenever he looked at you, or smiled at you, or just whenever he said your name.

Every day, when you would arrive to the hotel after an exhausting day, he would sit on the bed, writing what had happened that day on his notebook.

He had his bad and his good days. You would love to say that there were more good days than bad ones, but you’d be lying to yourself.

As days went by, Jungkook started to feel how something slipped away from him, little by little. That something slipped through his fingers and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. Whenever you kissed him, he would come back to you. Whenever you made love to him, he would come back to you. Whenever you traced your fingers over his skin, slightly stopping at his little moles that you called stars, he would come back to you.

You made him make the most out of the little time he had left.

But not everything was ideal and rosy. There were days when you would wake up to a crying Jungkook in the bathroom, covered in sweat and scared. Scared because he didn’t know where he was, why he was in Greece or who was that girl that was comforting him with such love in her beautiful eyes. You would try to cover the pain each time Jungkook looked at you with those oblivious eyes, knowing that he just needed time to come back to you. As he would read his notebook in the bathtub, you would cry in the balcony of your hotel room, trying to hide your tears from Jungkook.

There were days when you were just walking around the ancient city, or having dinner at some cozy restaurant, and he would suddenly look at you with a frown on his face. He would start crying and shouting like a little lost boy, calling for his parents, his friends. He would yell towards you. “Who are you?” “Why am I here?”. After you would give him his medicine, he would calm down and he would let you take him to the hotel, where he would break down, apologizing to you as everything he had done came back to his mind again.

That hurt more than the oblivious eyes, the screams or the tears. The way Jungkook hurt each time he came back to you, crashed you down into pieces, pieces he would later put back into place as he kissed you, made love to you and reminded you how much he loved you as he pushed into you.

By the time you returned to Seoul, it was already winter.

Winter, nevertheless, wasn’t as sweet as autumn was.

Jungkook was worst each day. Not only physically, but mentally. He kept coming back to you after each episode of amnesia, but you started realising he wasn’t fully coming back to you. A part of him stayed behind each time.

He began being colder and distant towards you, without even realising it. He could feel it too, that missing part of him that had stayed behind since the last episode of amnesia. All the hurt, all the tears, the cries, the shouting, disappeared as he began to feel nothing.

Winter was bitter and cold, just like the wind and the snow that covered Seoul.

Happy memories with Jungkook started lessening and now you can only remember one.

You had just stepped out of the hospital after a tough day of internship when you noticed the tall and lean figure waiting for you outside.

“Kookster?” you said, your voice trembling a bit.

Even though you saw him every day, you never knew which Jungkook you would be facing. That night, the smile he directed towards you let you know he was him, your Jungkook. You ran towards him and he kissed you with force. Something in him knew that night would be his last night with you, not physically, but mentally. Something in you, knew that too.

He insisted on blindfolding you with his scarf and you gave in, smiling as he led you with his hands placed on your hips. He didn’t stop talking to you, so you couldn’t guess where he was leading you. But when he came to a stop and his hands left your hips, you immediately recognised where you were. The noise, the wind, the smell…

And you suddenly heard it, the loud impact of hard wheels making contact with the ground. You smiled as a soft wave of air played with your hair.

As he passed by your side, on his skate, he observed you as much as he could, knowing that it would probably be his last chance to do so. He felt like he was falling in love with you all over again.  

“You can take it off,” he said, making you jump a bit as you didn’t expect him to be so close to you.

When you took his scarf off, you saw Jungkook holding a notebook in his hands.

“Hey, sorry. I think you dropped this,” he said, repeating the exact same words he said to you the first time.

You smiled and blinked a few times, stopping the tears to fall down your face. “I think that’s not mine, sorry.”

“Oh, but now it is,” he said, smiling at you, with that bunny smile you hadn’t seen in a while.

With a wide smile, you grabbed the notebook, but before you could open it, he put his hands over you to stop you from doing so.

“Save it for later, we have a train to take,” he said, as the train entered the station. As it came to a stop, the air it created, played with yours and Jungkook’s hairs. You understood what he meant with “later”.

He took you to a restaurant you both loved in your neighbourhood. You chatted, both of you forgetting about everything: about winter, about time, about his disease…  You were looking at each other, both with silly smiles on your faces. You smiled widely when you thought about what someone would think if they looked at you both in that moment. They’d probably see a boy and a girl whose life had just started, young and beautiful, falling in love under the dim lights of the Italian restaurant. And oh, they’d be right, for you were so in love with each other.

That night, as Jungkook made love to you for the last time, you both took you sweet time caressing each other’s skin. Love words were exchanged between the young lovers, their ephemeral love story coming to an end. You looked at his dark, loving eyes for the last time. He kissed your rosy lips for the last time, taking his time to caress every inch of your body, to listen to your moans and your voice whispering his name, wanting to remember you with everything he had.

Jungkook never came back to you after that night. His eyes never recognised you anymore, even though you knew his heart did. Each day, when you visited him, you introduced yourself as his friend. He would be nice to you, but that would be all. He was weaker, thinner and paler as days went by.

Jungkook left you and the rest of the world on a Thursday afternoon, cherry trees had bloomed again and pink cherry blossoms decorated Seoul’s streets. As you walked towards his funeral with Paula and Rae, you smiled. He had an unique way of doing things, even leaving the world, making sure everyone remembered him like he hadn’t been able to do. He lived in everyone’s minds and hearts. Making sure you remembered him and that he lived forever in your mind and heart. And how could he not? He was the love of your live, and he would always be.

That night you opened his notebook, finding your bookmark on the first page.

“To Y/N, who I hope always remembers me.”

You didn’t cry, nor did you feel sad. You fondly smiled as you read Jungkook’s memories.

***

He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine.

It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons.

As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless.

That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

That’s how Jeon Jungkook left it too.

Something Just Like This

Summary: AU. This is the story of an ordinary couple with an extraordinary love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,652 (without lyrics)

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, pregnancy, mentions of bullying, illness, and death, song fic style

A/N: This is my oneshot submission for the poetic noble land mermaid @whothehellisbella and her Bella’s Cool Time Summer Jamz Mix Writing Challenge. My song prompt was Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers, Coldplay. I hope you approve and enjoy!

Originally posted by duckybarness

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“Bruce...sucks” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The women of the League are teasing you about the love bites that litter your body….

I already kinda had the idea of doing a similar story on the women side…So here we go. Last time the guys of the League were mocking Bruce for the scratches on his back (you can read that here), now, it’s Batmom’s turn (though I feel it’s not as funny as the other, I tried something else you know, so that the stories wouldn’t be exactly the same, too similar and shit…erf, whatever, hope it’s kinda ok). Hope you’ll like it (insecuritiesoverloadbutitsok) 

WARNING FOR LANGAGE and slightly NSFW, just slightly. Also, My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It wasn’t really part of your initial plan to shower at the same time than them. Bruce told you about his friends trying to tease him about the nail marks you left on his body after a heated night, and you were afraid that your girl friends would do the same, a bit paranoid about it really…

But then you thought about the fact that usually, women tended to be a bit more mature about that (maybe?), that they would probably behave and ignore the hundreds (literally) love bites on your body. 

Besides, there was only Diana, Zatanna and Dinah, surely, they wouldn’t say anything, after all, they were used to Bruce being affectionate towards you when he thought no one was watching, small love bites wouldn’t shock them or anything. They were your three best friends, they knew how to not intrude too much in your life. They would definitely not talk about the marks your husband left on your body. 

And oh you were so wrong. 

You were in your underwear when you started to notice their smirks, and the way they whispered in each other’s ears while looking at you. No…could it be ?

You turn around, and when Diana’s eyes go wide at the sight of the love bites on your front while Zatanna and Dinah just start laughing stupidly, you know you actually were right to “fear” a reaction from them. You roll your eyes and give them your best “really ?” facial expression before saying :

-Are you guys snickering like idiots because of the love bites ? 

Zatanna answers your question :

-No, we’re snickering like idiots because Bruce…

And then it happens. The worst pun you ever heard in your life (and you were used to Dick and Tim’s nerdy jokes). All three of them yell : 

-SUCKS !

Stun. That’s what you are. Wow. Even worst that the poor attempt from your male friend in the league to embarrass Bruce. An awful pun. 

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Bertolt and Marco: why it’s NOT karma

I often read comments about how ironic is that Bertolt and Marco died “the same way”, with people pointing out stuff like karma, proving to have a poor understanding and interest for both plot and characters. It’s always easier to say “Character A brutally killed Character B so they deserve the worst death”, even when Character A was clearly forced to do so, crying for their actions and being tormented by nightmares all the time (the sleeping posture thing is due to this, as shown in this smartpass AU).

Problem is that people have no idea of how deep and human Isayama’s characters are. They stop at what they see at first, making out of it the only truth to believe in: Marco is shown to be a kind person, so he is an angel; Bertolt killed so many people, so he is a bastard. Simple as it is. There’s no half way to see things, because most of people are generally too lazy to go beyond the surface (this is applies for everything, not just for reading manga).

Sorry but… Attack on Titan is not a manga for lazy brains. It is supposed to be much more. It is supposed to show the human fight for what they think is right. Beign it inside or outside the Walls, the fight is the same.

Bertolt never displayed any enjoyment for what he did. And what’s fun is that you can clearly see it in the manga, more than once:

It couldn’t be more obvious, so if you read until here and you still think he is evil I invite you not to go any further because we have nothing to share.

So, exactly just like Marco or any other character from the Walls, Bertolt is fighting his war. What clearly puts him under a bad light is that he stays on the untold - not evil - side of the story. I’m pretty sure we would all be able to justify his actions if we read the story from his point of view, just like we so easly justify Eren’s behaviour in the plot. It started with Titans, then he went a little bit mad against humans:

No, I’m not taking this example because I want you to pity Bertolt. I’m using this picture because here Eren just ripped off an ex-comrade limbs and, despite him being unconscious, he is slaughtering him to death.

And look at this:

Eren’s behaviour here is not any better than what Bertolt did to the Walls 5 years ago. He is fighting his war and we can’t absolutely blame him for it. His rage towards Bertolt and the others couldn’t be more justified, because we all know what he has been through. Bertolt is the main reason why he had to see his mother devoured by a Titan, which is together with the loss of his home and the general genocide a very big reason to want him death. Soooo, no ‘good’ or ‘evil’ side, just people fighting for their personal aim.

Now, I hope this introduction helps you to understand what I’m going to say about the difference between Bertolt and Marco. Let’s start from a brief list of what they share:

- Both have a good soul
- Both are fighting their war
- They were killed by circumstances bigger than them

Now, just take Marco and analyze his life. He comes from the Walls (Wall Rose, I think) and never experienced the terror of the Titans until the battle of Trost. So, we can suppose his life was pretty much normal, not too happy but neither too bad. He strongly wanted to protect the king by entering the Military Police, so the quality of his life allowed him to dream and to take decisions for himself.

Bertolt’s situation is very much different. From the few information we have, we can say he was chosen to be a warrior between his 5 and 7 years of age, and from that moment he was not allowed to take decisions for himself nor to live his life as he wanted. He was given the power of the Colossal Titan and he was sent on a genocide mission against people he was told to be evil at the age of 11. Ah, I almost forgot: he was also condamned to die in 13 years.
Believe me or not, but what’s so tragic about his life is not what happened until now. The real pain begins when he discovers that the people living inside the Walls are not what he was told they were. During his three years of training, Bertolt does his best to avoid getting too involved in friendly relationships with the others. He is described as taciturn, different from his friend Reiner who - as we know - recurred to an easier way to cope with his guilt:

But his human nature doesn’t really help Bertolt, because as careful as you could be, friendship is not something you can avoid so easly, especially if you are in your teens and you never had the opportunity to live your life as a normal person (and you probably won’t again, since you have just few years left). So, you end up being involved before you realize it:

As Bertolt himself said, the only moment in his life he considers ‘enjoyable’ was the time he spent as a soldier:

This speech is as clear as the water. Still, although they are a bit confused, it’s not enough for the characters to forgive him or to justify his actions. The only one that shows interest in talking this out is Armin in chapter 78:

Despite Bertolt and Reiner were revealed as the two Titans who caused so much sufference, Armin is still believing there’s something wrong with them. There must be a reason (I don’t want to say good) for them to act this way, so he wants to confront him and see if the same person who was able to show love feelings for Annie is really doing this by his choice.
I’m sure Armin have never marked Reiner and Bertolt for bad people. I’m sure he is still looking for the truth behind their actions because he knows Bertolt’s speech in chapter 48 was not a lie.

So, what distinguish Marco’s death from Bertolt’s is their life. They were both left to be eaten by a Titan, but while the first one got the tears of his murderers…

… the latter got nothing but hate and indifference from the only people he spent a nice time with:

Yes: death is death. Marco did nothing wrong to end that way, but allow me to say that Bertolt is as much as a victim as he was.

Caught

Request: “Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!” AU

Request: Hey could you do an imagine where peter and the reader are friends but the reader’s dad is kinda strict so she’s not allowed to have boys over, so she sneaks peter in her bedroom window at night so they can hang out (like watch a movie or play video games or something) but things end up getting kinda smutty. Btw I love your writing and I’m so happy that I found your blog❤❤❤

A/N: I am writing again slowly! So slowly! But I’m working on my requests very slowly. So, so slowly. Also wow? This one wasn’t that good. And Meh if you want a smutty part 2 let me know.

Word Count: 1309

Masterlist

Sometimes you really hated how strict your dad was.

“No boys in the house!” He would always tell you.

Not that you really listened. Two of your three best friends were males and you weren’t exactly going to drop them as friends because your dad didn’t like it when you spent time with boys.

Not too long ago, you found out that your best friend, (and your crush), Peter Parker, was Spiderman. THE SPIDERMAN.

You kind of found out accidentally. You had snuck out one night and kind of, maybe gone into a bad neighbourhood and found yourself surrounded by some not so great people when Spidey came out of no where and saved you. He immediately brought you back to your apartment. Which kind of threw you off.

Spiderman, realizing his mistake, revealed himself to you as Peter.

Since then, Peter no longer allowed you to sneak out at night. And you did not appreciate the fact that yet another man was telling you what to do.

So, as a compromise, you promised not to sneak out unless you were going to do something that didn’t involve walking through that part of the city.

Usually, Peter ended up sneaking into your bedroom. Sometime when your dad would come in to check on you before bed, Peter would scramble to hide. Sometimes he ended up under your bed, other times in your closet, but most of the time he ended up on the side of your building.

Like any other night, Peter had messaged you saying he was on his way.

It was difficult when you could really only see your best friend at school, you weren’t even allowed to have him in your house, so you truly cherished the times that Peter would spend his evenings at your house, even if it meant sneaking around behind your dad’s back.

You were sitting on your bed, headphones in your ears, working on your English homework when you felt someone place a hand on your shoulder.

You jumped, screaming.

“Y/N, shhh, it’s just me!” Peter said

“Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!”

Peter laughed, “Jeez, Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you, but its not like I can come in any other way,”

Suddenly there was a knock at your bedroom door.

“Y/N? Is everything alright? i’m coming in,” You dad said, walking into the bedroom.

Peter’s eyes went wide, He quickly flung himself into you closet and you jumped up to close the door behind him.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Why did you scream?”

You awkwardly stood in front of your closet door as your dad walked into your bedroom, looking around.

“I uh…. I saw a spider,” you said.

You could FEEL Peter rolling his eyes through the closet door.

“and it scared me, kinda just appeared out of no where, but I killed it so it’s okay,” you continued.

“Maybe spider’s wouldn’t get into the house if you didn’t leave your window open all the time. Please close it and finish your homework,”

Your dad walked out of your bedroom and closed the door behind him.

You stepped away from the closet, allowing Peter to step out.

“Did you really have to go with the spider comment?”

“I mean, I wasn’t wrong. A spider did scare me,”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Are we watching a movie or having a Mario Kart rematch tonight?”

“I think I’m ready to destroy you at Mario Kart again,” you decided.

You and Peter sat down on the floor in front of your tv and set up the game.

You and Peter spent way too much time playing.

“Ha! I beat you at Mushroom George again! In your face Parker,”

“It’s Mushroom Gorge, Y/N,” Peter rolled his eyes.

“You’re just a sore loser,” You said, sticking your tongue out at Peter.

“Am not!”

“Whatever Parker,”

After many more rounds, and lots more banter, you came out the winner.

“And here we have it! I, Y/N, Y/L/N, am still the reiGNING ULTIMATE MARIO KART CHAMPION!”

Peter laughed, “Maybe I let you win,

“Sore! Loser!”

There was another knock at your door, “Y/N! Who are you talking to?”

“No one dad, just yelling at my tv screen again,”

Without warning your bedroom door opened,

Your dad spotted Peter, You and Peter quickly shot up off the ground and you went to stand in front of Peter.

“Y/N, Y/L/N, What have I told you about boys In your bedroom?” Your dad said, raising his voice

“Dad, It’s just Peter,”

“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO IT MATTERS THAT YOU DEFIED MY ORDERS” he yelled

“I’m sorry sir, i’ll just leave,” Peter said.

Peter maneuvered around your father and gave you a compassionate smile before turning and leaving your bedroom.

The next hour was you receiving a lecture from your father. He yelled and screamed and even went off on how you could be pregnant right now from Peter. He wouldn’t listen when you tried to explain that you really were only playing video games.

After your father left, you were fuming. You don’t think you’ve ever been this angry. You’re responsible. You weren’t a child anymore. You didn’t deserve to be treated like some ignorant twelve year old.

You were angry. Peter was your friend! He was more than your friend. He was the love of your life, and your dad was being an ass.

You were going to sneak out to see Peter when you saw him sitting outside your window.

You walked over and let him in.

“You stayed?”

“Yeah. I mean, I was worried about you,”

“Well, don’t worry too much Parker, i’m just angry,”

“I’m sorry we got caught,”

“It’s not your fault Peter, and if I could have helped it we would have been caught in a much more compromising position,” you muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing,”

“No, what did you say?” Peter asked.

You signed, “I just meant that If we had been caught doing something, we should have been caught doing something. If you know what I mean,”

“Well, we could always get caught again, I know it wouldn’t be that hard, you’re very loud,”

“I’m not loud…”

“You’re a loud moaner,”

“How do you know?!” You questioned.

“I’ve uh, flown fast here a couple of times as Spiderman while you were in a compromising position yourself,”

Your face went red, realizing what he meant.

“Oh god, that’s so embarrassing,”

“No, it’s actually kinda hot,” Peter said, taking a step towards you.

“Are we really going to do this?” You asked.

“If we are, you’re going to have to learn to be quiet, Y/N, cause i’d really like to enjoy you and not have your father barge in on us,”

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath.

Peter took another step closer to you, letting his hand brush your face.

“Just tell me what you want, Y/N,”

“You,” you breathed.


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