The air in the BAU was tense enough to cut through. Spencer and Y/N were giving each other looks crueler than ones the entire team got from unsubs combined. The members of the BAU just looked on curiously at their teammates trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
Spencer and Y/N had been married for a couple years and Y/N had been pregnant for a couple of months. The two adored each other. Every single day when they were dating, and even to this day, Spencer brought a cup of Y/N’s favorite coffee (now decaf) and a pastry on special occasions to Y/N’s desk. Spencer had lead up to asking Y/N out by leaving items that reminded Y/N of her childhood with a note. The first day it was a Tomagochi, that Garcia had ultimately stolen from her. The second day he left Y/N’s favorite Shel Silverstein book, The Giving Tree, which she had lost the year before during her move to Quantico. The final day, which happened to be her birthday, he left the full set of the Harry Potter series in Arabic, the language that Y/N was trying to teach herself.
Spencer and Y/N were that one couple. They were the couple that everyone hated, because of how sappy they were, yet the couple that everyone wanted to be, because of how well one complemented the other. Y/N made Spencer actually for once admit that he might sometimes be wrong. And Spencer helped Y/N gain so much self-confidence, that she had previously lacked.
They had only ever seen Y/N and Spencer ever get into one fight. Y/N had found some Dilaudid in Spencer’s safe which he used to store his gun. Everyone had thought that the two were going to break up. Spencer was mad that Y/N was “snooping” and Y/N was mad that Spencer still kept the one thing that had almost ruined his life. Spencer, after he thought about it for a while, had realized that Y/N was only upset that he had had to go through that experience on his own. And Y/N had realized that having Dilaudid, although he never wanted to use it again, gave Spencer a bizarre sense of competence. He felt power knowing that if he had wanted to he could go back to the euphoric feeling that came with every high, but had chosen each and every single day not to. Although neither Y/N nor Spencer told the other about these revelations that had come with this fight, at least not that night.
That fight had occurred within the first year of them dating and now they were married 3 years and pregnant. The team was confused. Especially Agent Lewis, as she hadn’t been there to see the first fight occur.
Finally, JJ grew up the courage to ask, “What on earth are you two fighting about?”.
“Y/N is irresponsible!” exclaimed Spencer.
Their teammates looked shocked as they had never seen Spencer ever insult anyone, let alone Y/N the love of his life.
“Please, Spencer is being overprotective and overbearing” spatted out Y/N.
“Okay, pretty boy you gotta break this down for the rest of us” said Derek.
“Y/N keeps on getting mad at me for making sure she’s healthy during the pregnancy of OUR child” said Spencer, emphasizing the word OUR.
“I wouldn’t get mad if he didn’t feed me rabbit food. I don’t care if I’m Popeye, no one should be eating spinach 24/7. I HATE SPINACH!” yelled Y/N.
The team finally started to understand what was going on in the heads of their favorite couple. Spencer, as big a heart he had, was trying to limit what Y/N could eat and he took it a bit too far like he tended to do. And Y/N was just sick and tired of being forced to eat healthy foods.
“Spencer, listen to me, you’ve got to let Y/N eat what she craves as well as healthy foods” said JJ comfortingly.
“Reid, don’t go overboard or Y/N will hate you, trust me” added Hotch.
While Penelope added, “you both just have to remember that you love each other and when you fight it breaks our hearts” before wrapping Y/N in a light hug.
“I guess I can cut down on the spinach, and let you have things you crave, but only if you eat more vegetables” said Spencer.
“I’ll only eat more vegetables if you promise to tell me when I’m being a hormonal bitch” said Y/N before going over to where Spencer was sitting and hugging him as tight as she could, without ending blood flow to the future Annabel Diana Reid.
Spencer chuckled before pulling down Y/N so that she could sit in his lap, and rubbing her just visible baby bump. The others smiled as they looked onto their resident genius and Y/N, look happier than they had ever been.
“Hey Spence?” started Y/N.
“Yeah?” asked Spencer.
“Can I get pistachio ice cream?” continued Y/N as their teammates started to snicker.
Spencer just grinned before he pressed a loving kiss to Y/N’s cheek.
Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request! This chapter has a little bit of angst and fluff.
I edited this while I was like 50,000 shades of exhausted – so if there are errors please ignore them :|.
“Bucky, where are we going?” I asked
breathlessly as we exited the subway station.
“Patience is a virtue, doll,” he smirked as he looked
at me. I chuckled to myself as I shook my head – when Bucky set his mind to
something it was next to impossible to get him to budge on it. He casually
caught my hand in his and laced his metal fingers delicately between mine. “This
is nice,” he sighed to himself as he gave me another smile.
“Yes – it is,” I smiled back.
We walked in silence through the Brooklyn
streets until Bucky stopped in front of a Starbucks. “Here we are,” he
announced as his face lit up with excitement.
“Buck… did you bring me all the way to Brooklyn
to come to Starbucks? There’s literally at least three within walking distance
of the tower,” I said bewildered. Bucky wasn’t a huge fan of fancy coffee
drinks – I always pointed out that his inner grumpy old man came out when I
ordered a Frappuccino.
He snorted at my bewildered face. “No doll –
this is where I lived until I left for the war. Not the Starbucks obviously –
but the building,” he answered as he motioned towards the building in front of
us. “I lived right up there with my folks,” he explained as he pointed towards
the second floor.
“Oh wow,” I murmured – mainly to myself. Bucky
had never been much of an open book about his past. I had never pushed him,
because I knew it was painful for him to remember all the things he had lost.
Bucky looked down at me and smiled. “It wasn’t
much, but it was home. Steve got beat up down that alleyway, and that one, oh
and over there too,” he explained as he pointed to the various areas. “Honestly,
now that I think of it – Steve probably got beat up everywhere in a two-mile
radius. He was such a little shit,” he chuckled to himself. “We would play on
this street when we were kids,” he smiled to himself before turning to me again.
He could read the lingering questions so clearly on my face. “Let’s go – I have
a few more places I would like us to visit,” he whispered into my ear as he
grabbed my hand once again.
I followed beside him as we walked several
blocks to a nearby cemetery. Bucky seemed to know the path like the back of his
hand. As we neared a small hill we parted from the paved walkway and maneuvered
through the tombstones. Bucky slowed to a stop in front of a newer stone. “I
had it replaced when I came back to New York,” he explained to me as he looked
at the stone. “I thought I owed it to them.” As I looked at the stone I read
the names of Bucky’s parents with their respective dates of birth and death.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered as I kneeled
beside the stone to wipe away a wayward leaf that had rested upon it. “The
daisies?” I asked as I looked at the fresh daisies adorning the grave.
Bucky shrugged sadly. “They always reminded me
of my mom. She loved flowers. I bring a new batch by weekly,” he explained as
he kneeled beside me.
“They’re beautiful,” I murmured as I traced my
fingers softly on the petals.
“My biggest regret is knowing that they died
thinking I had died a hero,” Bucky added as he placed his hand affectionately
on the stone. “It’s better they didn’t know the truth, but I feel like I failed
them in so many ways.”
I placed my hand softly on Bucky’s as I watched
the emotions play out on his face. “Bucky, they would have loved you regardless.
It was never your fault,” I whispered as I laced my fingers between his.
A ghost of a smile pulled at the corners of his
lips. “My mother would have loved you. I wish she had been alive to meet you,”
he whispered softly as he looked at me – affectionately tucking my hair behind
I swallowed hard at this. “Bucky, why are you…”
but he cut me off.
“You said you loved me,” he remarked as he
returned his attention to the stone.
“Yes,” I whispered softly.
“And yet you know nothing about me, because I
was too afraid to share my past with anyone but Steve. If you’re set on loving
me – you deserve to see all of me. When I didn’t respond the other day –it wasn’t
because I didn’t feel the same…” he explained as he stared intently at the
stone. Before I could respond he stood up and offered me his hand. “Come on,
there’s someone I want you to meet,” he said as he pulled me up beside him.
A thirty-minute cab drive later I found myself
standing in front of a memory care facility with my hand secured in Bucky’s. I
stared at him inquisitively but this time he did not return my gaze—instead he
led me into the large brick building where we strolled up to a solid oak
reception desk. The woman working at the desk looked up and, upon seeing Bucky,
smiled warmly. “Good Morning, Mr. Barnes. She’s been asking for you,” she
replied sweetly. Bucky nodded his head in acknowledgement as he led me from the
desk down a long hallway. I followed him silently to a room at the very end of
“James, is that you?” the woman laying in the
bed asked as she turned her eyes away from the television.
“It’s me, Rebecca,” he answered softly as he
walked to the side of the bed and kissed the top of the woman’s head. I
immediately saw the striking resemblance between the two even though one was so
young and the other towards the end of her life. I watched silently at the
softness that overtook Bucky’s features as he interacted with her – seemingly forgetting
my presence in the room.
“And who is this?” the woman asked as she
turned her head politely towards me. Before Bucky or I could respond she
continued. “Y/N, I presume?” she asked with an eye-crinkling smile – the same
as the one that sometimes graced Bucky’s face. I nodded my head – forgetting how
to speak for a moment.
“Y/N, this is my baby sister, Rebecca,” Bucky
explained as he looked at the woman affectionately.
“Tsh! I’m not so much of a baby anymore,” she
added good-humoredly. “It is quite nice to meet you, Y/N. I have heard so much
“It’s nice to meet you as well,” I beamed as I
neared the side of her bed.
We spent most of the day with Rebecca – talking
and laughing. As is the case with most family, she had some embarrassing stories
to tell about a much younger Bucky that caused him to snort and roll his eyes
while dishing it back. It seemed normal – natural even. I hadn’t known about
Rebecca, but I understood why. She was one of the last links that Bucky had to
his old life – one of the last shreds of normalcy, and she was incredibly
important to him. I couldn’t be mad at him for keeping her a secret – I understood
the importance of a sister.
“You know – he thinks he’s a bad man,” Rebecca
remarked after Bucky had left us alone so he could speak with her doctors. “I’ve
tried to convince him for years that he isn’t, but he’s too stubborn.”
“I know – once he has his mind set on something
it seems damn near impossible to convince him otherwise,” I remarked sadly. I
felt the warmth of her hand over mine and looked at her.
“You’ve changed him,” she added with a smile.
“Me? How?” I asked shocked. Bucky had kept our
relationship a secret from even his best friend until very recently. If Steve
couldn’t tell – how could she?
“He never smiled until a few months ago. I
hounded him until he finally told me about you. He talks about you constantly.
Some days it’s all we would talk about. He loves you.”
“How can you tell?” I asked nervously.
“I’ve been around a long time, dear, and I’ve
seen all types of love. When you see it – you just know. It’s the genuine
article, but he’s too damn stubborn for his own good. He’ll never think he’s
the right man for you… but I can tell by the way you look at him that you love
him too. You’ll have to fight for him… you’ll have to lay yourself bare and vulnerable,
but when you do you won’t regret it. Trust me,” she added with a soft squeeze
of my hand and a warm smile. “Now if you’ll excuse me – I think this old woman
needs to use the facilities,” she blushed as she pushed herself up from the bed
and used her nearby walker to aid her as she walked out of the room.
I mulled over the things she said. Was is
possible? Could we both be so stubborn that we were sacrificing our happiness
in the process? Or were we both just scared? We had both suffered so much loss
in our lives – could either of us risk falling in love and being left
brokenhearted? “Where’s Rebecca?” Bucky’s voice floated through the room
causing me to jump.
“Oh she went to the restroom. Is everything
okay?” I asked noting the concern on his face.
“I’m not sure,” he muttered before disappearing
back out into the hall. I sat in puzzled silence as I waited for the two to return.
Suddenly I heard Rebecca’s voice from the hall.
“Where is this?! Who are you? I want to go
home!” she yelled. The desperation and confusion in her voice caused me to jump
from my seat and run into the hallway where I found Bucky, with the aid of a
wheelchair, returning her to her room. “Who are you?” she demanded of me as she
stared at me blankly.
“Stay here,” Bucky whispered as he rolled the
chair back into the room – followed by several nurses.
Bucky emerged from the room several minutes
later, and immediately bee-lined to me. “Are you okay?” he asked softly as he
reached for my hand.
“Are you?” I answered. I could tell by his
changed demeanor that he wasn’t. “The… the doctors said that the disease is
progressing. Today was one of the best days she’s had in awhile… and they’re
likely to get fewer and farther between,” he paused as he looked over his
shoulder sadly. “Let’s go home,” he finally muttered as he wrapped his arm
As we left the facility in silence I began to
understand just how hard it was for Bucky to allow himself to be so vulnerable,
and I decided it was time for me to do the same.
Good chart from Statista on the various level of trust in advertising based on location of said ad. The online/digital advertising industry has done a very poor job…and that’s why digital earned and owned media (content) have become so prominent.
A/N: I am the worst person in the world, I haven’t posted in ages but I’m on my school break and I’ll try to post as much as I can!! This is the longest and worst imagines I have ever written mostly because I just plain suck at writing, so I am so sorry about this disaster x lol
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“Y/N! WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?! YN?!!” Stiles screamed as he ran through the hospital frantically trying to find his best friend. Scott had called him and told him that you were involved in an intense accident and Stiles immediately made his way to find you. Scott heard his screaming and quickly stood up from his seat, meeting Stiles halfway down the crowded hallway. “Scott, please! Where is she?!” Stiles shouted trying to look over Scott’s shoulder to try to find you. Scott kept his hands on his shoulders to keep Stiles from disturbing you while you tried to get your rest. “She needs to rest, Stiles. Let her rest. The nurse is going to call us when she’s able to have visitors. We have to wait, okay?” Scott said calmly as he sat Stiles down. “How long is this going to take, Scott?” Stiles asked as he wiped his tears from under his eyes and some tears escaped his fingers and ran down his flushed cheeks.
After 4 hours Stiles was still sitting in the waiting room outside your room, constantly checking in on you from your window and repeatedly asking your nurse if he could quickly visit you, only for 5 minutes and repeatedly being answered ‘no’ or ‘you have to wait until she wakes’. Scott was falling asleep in the waiting room and Stiles told him to go get some sleep and he would call him when you awoke but Scott insisted he would wait with him. Most of the time, Stiles would just pace around the halls of the hospital thinking of all the things he had regretted. Like how he was totally in love with you and as been for the past 3 years, if you didn’t survive, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you. His one and only regret.
Y/N’s awake, you can go see her. Just be gently and quiet, she’s still a bit sensitive to loud sounds from the accident” the nurse said softly. Stiles jumped up from his seat and he knocked on the door, making sure he could come in but knowing you, he knew you would’ve immediately allowed him to come in anyway. “Come in” you said softly not knowing who was on the other side of the door. Stiles opened the door and you furrowed your brows. “Are you in the right room?” you asked curiously not recognising who the teenager was. “Come on, Y/N. You can stop with the jokes now.” he laughed relieved that you were okay.
“I’m sorry but I have no idea who you are or how you know my name but can you please leave before I scream for help.” you slowly sat up in your bed and gripped on your thin blanket tighter within each second that passed. “Y/N-” Stiles stepped forward and you started screaming. “PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME! HE’S TRYING TO HURT ME!!” a few nurses ran into your room and dragged Stiles out, asking him questions in the hallway and one nurse stood by your bed asking if you were okay or if you knew the guy who was dragged out of your room. No, you were not okay. No, you had no idea who he was but he knew who you were and you didn’t know how. You asked for a nurse for more information about the boy and all she said was that he claimed to be your best friend and it hit you, you couldn’t remember if you had a best friend, you couldn’t remember anything, not one thing.
You calmed down after a while but you were mostly just curious. If the boy and his other friend say their your friend, why can you only recognise the name, only the name. You slowly asked if you could talk to the both of them and if you could get any answers from them.
Stiles and Scott walked into your room and sat down next to your bed. “I’m sorry I freaked out before. I-I just panicked.” you looked down as you were fiddling with your fingers. “We asked if a doctor could give you tests and check ups for you, we are your best friends but you don’t seem to remember anything. We know there is something that isn’t right but we also want your permission for this.” you nodded your head and sniffled, you were so confused about everything but you couldn’t do anything about it, you felt so alone. “Yeah, sure. That would be fine, I just need answers, I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me but I want to find out.” you looked at Stiles and he did nothing but wipe away the tears that tried to escape his brown eyes and you couldn’t help but feel responsible for everything that had happened, though you didn’t know what that was.
*2 hours later*
You did tests, so many tests and the two boys waited for it to end. Throughout the whole process, your heart was beating out of your chest, I mean, you were pretty sure the people in the waiting room could hear it. You attempted to relax in your bed, wanting time to go faster but you were shaken out of your daydream when your doctor knocked on your hospital door with what you thought were your test results.
You sat up straight in your bed and tugged at the sleeves of your gown and the doctor stood at the end of your bed. “We called in your friends back-” he looked through the different pages. “They’re not my friends, I’ve never met them before.” you stared at the two boys standing by your door. “Now you see, there’s a reason why you may believe you have never met them before. You suffer from amnesia, your accident caused it and it may not be severe and you will be able to remember everything if you surround yourself with your friends and maybe try to spend time with them. It will probably trigger your brain and help you gain back all your memories.” you sniffled slightly and nodded your head. “You’ll be alright kiddo, trust me.” your doctor added and he turned round to made his way back out the door.
When he left the room, you broke down into tears, all those tears you had been holding back came out, flooding your eyes making your vision unclear. You felt strong arms wrap around your body and you glanced up to see who was hugging you but instead you just flung your own arms around him. “Thank you, Stiles.” you muffled into his now soaked shirt. “Anything for you, Y/N/N.” you chuckled and slowly let go of the boy. “I’m guessing that was my nickname? cute.” Stiles formed a little smile and glanced back at Scott who was still standing by the door. You patted the space next to your bed and told Scott to come over instead of just standing there and he did exactly what you asked.
After 3 days of leaving the hospital, you spent all that time with Scott and Stiles and their friends. They took you to the beach, all of their houses, the school, the lake house. Literally everywhere but nothing worked, not a single memory came back and within every passing day, you kept losing hope and faith.
You agreed to go to Stiles’ house after having dinner with the ‘pack’ as Stiles wanted to talk to you. You obviously didn’t mind and you were on your way back to his place. You both sat in the Jeep and the radio was playing quietly in the background. “I’m sorry.” he quickly glanced back at you. “For what? Yu have nothing to be sorry for.” you stared out the window and you were picking at your thumbs. “I can’t remember anything and I can tell it’s driving you insane.” you sniffled and looked at Stiles as he kept his focus on the road. “Now, that’s not your fault, it’s okay if you can’t remember. We’ll just have to keep trying.” he stretched out his hand from the wheel and placed it on top of yours and squeezed your hand. “We’ll figure it out together.” you smiled at him and leaned your head on his shoulder. Stiles watched as you looked at the sky outside and he kissed your head and returned his focus back to the road.
Once you made it to his house, you followed after Stiles as he opened the door and motioned you inside. Before you could do or say anything, you were pushed up against a wall and he pressed his lips against yours. Stiles moaned as you put an arm around his neck and pulled the ends of his hair. “I love you, Batman.” you said between kisses. All the memories came flooding in, all your feelings for this boy mostly and all you wanted to do was kiss him and make him yours. You didn’t want to lose the opportunity once again. “I love you too, Y/NN. I’m sorry if that was all sudden but I just couldn’t wait any longer.” “ Me too.”
A TRF AU in which Sherlock and Molly’s “I don’t count” discussion become much more heated and passionate.
“You see me.”
“I don’t count,” Molly replied, dismissing her own importance to him with three simple words - three sharp pricks to his supposedly non-existent heart. “What I’m trying to say is that if there’s anything I can do, anything you need, anything at all, you can have me.” She paused, flustered. “No, I just mean… I mean… If there’s anything you need. It’s fine.”
“B-but what could I need from you?” He was truly perplexed; how could he possibly need more from her when she already gave him everything, often before asking?
Molly shrugged. “Nothing. I don’t know. But you could probably say thank you, actually.”
“Thank you,” he half-asked, but it seemed to be good enough for Molly.
“I’m just going to go and get some crisps. Do you want anything?” She seemed to think better of her offer. “It’s okay. I know you don’t.”
“Well, actually, maybe I’ll…”
Molly brushed him off. “I know you don’t.”
As she turned to leave, however, Sherlock realized he didn’t want her to go, didn’t want to leave things like this. Not if Moriarty’s plan was going to rip their lives apart. “Do you really think I could ever replace you?”
Molly paused on her way out the door, turning to face him with an almost frightened look on her face. “Sherlock, please, it’s - it’s all right, you don’t have to say something like that. I mean, yes, of course I know we work well together, at least I think we do, but we both know I’m not, I’m not exactly John Watson to you and that’s fine, I know I don’t really count…”
While she was babbling he stood up, crossed the room, and came to a stop directly in front of her. She fell silent when he rested his hands on her shoulders. “You’re wrong, you know,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “You do count, and I’ve always trusted you. And,” he added before she could do more than blink and open her mouth in an ‘O’ of surprise, “the reason I don’t need anything from you is because you’ve already given me everything.” He smiled softly, reached up to trace the line of her jaw with his index finger. “I just hope you’ll let me do the same for you.”
He bent down to kiss her, waiting until she slid her hands up his chest before pressing his lips softly to hers. There was a storm coming, but he knew he could weather it with the irreplacable Molly Hooper by his side.
I’m sorry it’s taken me a while to post a new spell jar but lots of real life things have been getting in the way at the moment so I’ve been quite busy.
I saw Wonder Woman yesterday - amazing film; so good that it even inspired me to write a oneshot the very moment I got home which hasn’t happened in a while - and it got me thinking about all of the qualities Diana showed in the film that I thought I would like to have more of.
Especially in the light of events happening around the world lately, I don’t think anyone can be too brave or loving or kind, and that was what inspired this spell jar too. I hope it can help others feel braver about facing frightening situations.
To make the Wonder Woman Spell Jar, I used:
Sea salt - for protection Fennel seeds - for strength and protection Cloves - for self-confidence, courage, and protection Rosemary - for love, protection, and healing Thyme - for bravery and strength, and to inspire courage and compassion Sunflower seeds - for pride, pure thoughts, health, and wisdom Caraway seeds - for honesty
I sealed the spell jar with red and blue wax:
Red wax for passion, love, and adventure. Blue wax for freedom, sensitivity, trust, and faith.
I added some gold, red, and blue glitter because they match Wonder Woman’s costume and logo, and also because those colours feel very vibrant and strong to me which is just what I was aiming for with this jar.
“Could you … could you come to the dorm please? Hyung isn’t …
With that, you
were out of the office in a flash, thankful your boss liked you enough to let
you leave early. Yoongi had been ignoring
your messages for the past few days, but with the comeback, you figured he was
just too busy. You threw your bags into the passenger side pulled off your
heels. Luckily enough, it was too early in the afternoon for there to be much
traffic, and you got to the familiar building in record time. The elevator, in
comparison, was brutally slow, and you all but sprinted out of it once you
reached their floor. Hoseok was at the door before you even knocked.
Y/N, thank you for coming,” he pulled you into a hug.
problem, what’s wrong?”
He shook his
head, “don’t know. Hyung’s been quiet lately but,” he paused. “I
don’t know.” he replied with his head lung low and led you to the room
he shared Jin.
you called when you knocked. “It’s m–”
god you’re here,” Jin pulled open the door, grabbing your wrist and
tugging you in. “He won’t talk to me,” Jin whispered in your ear,
before patting you on the back and leaving the two of you alone.
closed, and Yoongi knew you could hear his sniffles.
he heard you say as your footsteps came closer to the bed, “what’s
Yoongi knew he
was worrying you, worrying everyone, that their practice only ended
early today because Hoseok saw how tired he looked, that Jimin hadn’t been
teasing him as much because of it, that Taehyung hadn’t been playing music out
loud because he didn’t want to keep him up … they were all worried about him. But Yoongi
couldn’t find a way to bring it up, and maybe face the pity that his members
would certainly show–even if they didn’t say it out loud, he’d be able to see
it. He hadn’t wanted them to find out that, even after all this time, he was still so vulnerable, that one text was
all it took to get to him.
At some point,
you had sat on the bed, and Yoongi felt your hands rubbing circles into his
back. “Yoongi,” you whispered. He felt you reach around to where he
had tucked the blanket under his head. “Can I?”
lifted his head off the mattress, but kept his eyes closed. He felt your finger
on his lips, gently tugging them from his teeth. “Hey,” you chided.
“Don’t do that. Yoongs, you don’t have to do that around me. It’s okay to
cry,” you cupped his cheek.
He gave you
one look, lips quivering, and that was all it took for his dam to break.
“Shhh,” he heard as he turned to face you. “It’s okay, Yoongi.
I’ve got you.”
He felt you
lay down beside him, arms wrapping around his shoulders to draw him closer, and
he did, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Hot tears ran down his
cheeks, and he clenched his fist in your t-shirt, trying to drown his sorrows
in you. It wasn’t often Yoongi let people see this side of him, the side
where he brought down his tough exterior and let himself lean on another, let
himself fall onto someone else, knowing he wouldn’t fall far.
texted me,” were the first words he whispered.
grabbing his phone from his pocket. He turned the screen towards you, where it
displayed just one line: I should be the only one making you happy.
Yoongi,” you said softly, squeezing him tightly, and he took deeper
breath, trying to hold back the onset of tears.
I thought I got over her, Y/N,” Yoongi explained, turning into your body.
“Fuck, I can’t believe she still does this to me,” he brought
a hand up to wipe his tears.
look at me,” you said, and waited for him to face you. “It’s not
your fault. She was terrible to you, Yoongs, but it’s not your fault you
still have feelings for her. It only hurts because it mattered, Yoongi, she
He was shaking
again, gasping out “I’m s-sorry.”
“Shhh, Yoongi,” you soothed. “You didn’t do anything
wrong,” you stroked his hair.
He felt more
tears fall, “I … I d-don’t think we should go on a date yet, Y/N. It’s
… I’m not r-ready.”
worry about it,” you reassured. “You take all the time you need,
he whispered. “Fuck, I hate this,” pressed the base of his
palms to his eyes. When he calmed down, he pushed himself up onto his elbows
and said, “I’m gonna get over her,” looking at you square in the
… I don’t even want to date her, Y/N, trust me,” he added. “But
whatever, this … this shit
is, I’m gonna get over it.”
believe you,” you said softly.
I do,” he continued. “If you still want to, we’ll date, then.”
at that time you don’t want to anymore, that’s okay too.” Yoongi carried
on, shifting his eyes away. “I’m already asking too much, I know that. I
“–I’ll want to,” you confirmed.
He looked back
at you, and gave a hopeful smile, “ … okay.”
god you guys are so gross.“
"Yeah, get a room guys, people are trying to eat here.”