A/N- I wrote this for @bionic-buckyb who is having an AU writing challenge celebrating 5k followers and this is my submission! Congrats again Kait and I hope you like the fic! Also inspired by the song Intertwined by Dodie, definitely check it out the music video is dope AF!
Prompt- “Just because I don’t physically show you that you hurt me, doesn’t mean you didn’t.”
Warnings- Swearing, and I mean A LOT of swearing, angst but do you guys honestly expect anything different from me at his point. ALSO EVERYTHING IN ITALICS IS A FLASHBACK it will make sense when you read it.
Your favorite yoonseok fics on ao3 ? I am out of yoonseok fics ???
i’m gonna give you some super adorable oneshots that i really love, so fingers crossed you’ve not already read them!
Drawings & Missing Babysitters Summary: Yoongi is a single father of his son Jungkook. He’s happy with the way it is. Jungkook has Jimin and Yoongi gets along just well with the boy’s parents. But maybe there’s just something missing. And maybe he finds that something in the form of his son’s teacher at parent-teacher day.
up in the air Summary: Hoseok/Yoongi on an airplane: “You fell asleep and I started making funny faces at your kid to keep them amused and the steward mistook us for a couple.”
All this devotion (I never knew it all) Summary: Maybe Yoongi is actually really kind of fucking gone for his best friend. (Also: Hoseok can’t sit on a secret for very long because he’s terrible at keeping secrets, which is only ironic because he loves Yoongi, too, and Yoongi hasn’t figured it out yet.)
drive to the stars Summary: It’s not entirely Hoseok’s fault that he’s skipped four reincarnation cycles so if Yoongi would please, please, please just take him back already then that’d be fantastic, thanks.
So this is my first ever “fanfic” type thing. The idea comes from a post by @siriuslestrange
pls dont judge it too hard
Remus Lupin has learned to keep his head down. When the Sorting Hat exclaimed, “GRYFFINDOR!” and the room exploded in applause, Remus let his tawny hair fall in his face as the hat was gently removed. His face felt hot and he desperately wished people would stop staring. He shuffled to his new table.
His new roommates seemed nice enough. There was Sirius, the one with rather long hair and a brilliant smile; James, the one with glasses and oozed confidence; and Peter, the one with blonde hair and a kind face. But Remus was scared. So very scared. So naturally he kept to himself.
And when he found himself in his four poster, his new roommates gathered around him asking about the scar on his nose, he nearly wet himself.
“Bloody hell, mate!”. The one with glasses tugged his hand through his hair, “How’d ya get that?”
He inwardly hated himself for stuttering a weak, “I-I um… w-w-was p-p-p-punched in the f-f-ace a f-few years back-k-k?”.
And a few days later, when Sirius padded out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, the bathroom was left blessedly empty. It would be okay to take his shirt off for a quick shower.
And Remus hated himself again for being so forgetful. In his overenthusiastic run into the bathroom, he slipped on the still-wet tiles and stubbed rammed his foot into the sink and landing with a loud thwomp on his arse. He couldn’t stop himself as the agonizing pain kicked in:
But the sound of slow applause made him forget his pain, as when he looked up, face hot, he saw Sirius Black leaning against the doorframe and James standing next to him. James had his eyebrows raised in shock and approval, still bloody clapping, and Sirius was shaking his head slowly.
“Wow, Remus. That was quite eloquent of you”, Sirius laughed.
“Yeah, do you kiss your mum with that mouth?”
Remus so badly wanted to be upset. Only, James was moving towards him with his hand outstretched, and soon Remus was being hauled off the floor and Sirius was handing him a towel.
“Th-Thanks. And yes, I bloody well do.”
And from then on, if you asked anyone at Hogwarts who Remus Lupin’s best friends were, there would be no hesitation before the names “Black” and/or “Potter” would come up. More often than not accompanying an eye-roll.