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Healing Heart ✧ Draco x Reader Mini-Series PART 2

PART 1

Summary: PART 2 ! of Draco falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and dealing with the consequences of opening his heart to someone.

Warnings: angst !!! but just a little fluff as always, BLOOD, violence, more crying, very detailed sectumsempra scene, mentions of death

Words: 4.9K

A/N: omg i can’t believe so many people liked the first one and to everyone who left me a comment, I appreciate you so much you have no idea plsss you guys are so beautiful. but here is part 2 and I hope you guys like it as much as the first oneee !!!!!!!! this one got dramatic. I’m thinking of doing a part 3, but I’m not sure and i also want to make it be mostly fluff so PLS let me knowww <3 i do not own gif.

It was an awful feeling; the feeling of needing a specific someone to bring him a peace he so very much lacked in his life. It was a feeling of not being able to feel joy unless he had you by his side. He felt stupid and pathetic knowing he had made an even bigger mess of himself and regrettably of you. He felt more weak too, wondering to himself why he couldn’t stop crying and do what he needs to do without several potions or you with him to get him through the day.

He didn’t want to need anyone. He didn’t want to need help. He didn’t want to need advice.

“Why can’t I just do this?” he cried to himself one night in the room of requirement, kicking something by his foot across the floor in frustration. He stared at the dead bird in hopelessness, not wanting to move it from its spot in the vanishing cabinet. He had managed to send inanimate objects, but not living things and that was only a discovery he was able to make when you were still in his life.

It had been weeks, since he left you under the tree, broken and in tears. He regressed back into to his old ways of lacking proper self care, of sleeping and eating, his studies being the last thing on his mind, him distancing himself from his Slytherin friends again. It was right back to square one, maybe even below that this time.

In Potions, he didn’t dare look at you, ever. He moved to a seat in the very back of the class where he would be hidden from you and could sulk to himself in peace.

“Mr. Malfoy, forgive me as it is none of my business, but why are you no longer working with Miss Y/L/N?” Slughorn asked him one day as he came by to grade his potion.

“It is nothing of concern, Professor,” Draco answered bitterly, holding back the scowl that wanted to show but deciding against being any more rude to authority. “I just rather work by myself.”

“It’s a shame, Mr. Malfoy, you both were my star pupils,” Slughorn mixes the potion around, eyeing it with a frown. “Now the both of you are falling behind. This potion is not passing, you forgot to mix in the dried periwinkle leaves.”

Draco never noticed how you would glance at him throughout Potions class. Of course, he was ignoring you and you felt that nasty realization every time your eyes landed on the platinum blond.

You felt numb, to say the least. You cried for days and days on end. If you weren’t in class, you were in your dorm, wrapped underneath the covers wondering why someone you shared so much love and time with had dropped you with no explanation. You tried endlessly to get him to talk to you, cornering him in the corridors, going up to him in class, but he would ignore you until you went away. He never once met your eyes, and your heart broke more every time you saw the coldness in his icy gray’s that made you feel like you didn’t even exist to him.

Your roommates and friends had gotten involved, forcing you to take better care of yourself. Staying up and hugging you while you cried. Bringing you meals from the Great Hall into the dorm. Brushing your hair when it started to become matted. Encouraging you to divulge yourself in studies rather than your sadness.

“Y/N, you are so much more than what you’re feeling,” your closest friend whispered to you one night as you cried in her embrace. “You can’t keep going like this. It’s okay to cry and be sad, but this is eating you up. Remember how strong you are. Remember the healer you are trying to be. You’ve helped so many people, inside and out, let your friends help you now.”

You nodded sadly, and finally accepted the help your friends had been trying so desperately to give you. You allowed them to take you out into the Great Hall again for meals. To Hogsmead for a fun day out. To the courtyard where you guys would sit and just talk. It was nice, feeling your old and normal life coming to light again even if it was just for a couple hours. But when you couldn’t sleep at night and your mind wandered off to Draco, you felt that same empty feeling of a gaping hole in your heart sting at you.

There was nothing you could do or say anymore. The cornering him was getting desperate and made you feel weak. The ignoring was never going to stop. You didn’t cry anymore, forcing yourself to bottle up your feelings for him deep down into your mind, body and spirit to the point where you just tried your best to recognize him as a dream.

Your brain didn’t know any better, right?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Draco sat on the floor of his dorm, head resting against the side of his bed as he twiddled with the letter from his mother between his fingertips. His owl, Aquila, sat beside him and enjoyed the loving pets he was giving her with his other hand. It was rare she let him do this, but he figured it was because she felt that he might have possibly needed this. She nibbled on a crumb of a biscuit he gave her that she had brought with her on her journey from home. Draco sighed and opened the letter again, his eyes scanning over the perfect cursive of his mother’s handwriting once more.

My Dearest Draco,

How are you, my love? I feel as though we have gone too long without writing to each other. I must say, the Manor feels lonely without you and your father here, but the house elves have been keeping me company. They are quite entertaining, some of them. I do hope you enjoy the small pastries I sent with Aquila that the elves also send on their behalf.

I know the pain you are feeling, my son. I know it wears at you and I am deeply sorry that I cannot change it or help you. Please do entrust in Professor Snape, as he is the only one who can help you and understands your circumstances. You cannot get through this alone.

Please also remember that you are just a boy. In these times of turmoil, it is easy to lose yourself in your own despair. You are young, Draco, only 16 years of life and it has already failed you. Please find it in your heart to locate the little several joys in life that keep you going. Despite your situation, It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there. Do not succumb, it is what he wants.

I will always love you, and I hope to see you soon.

All my love,

Mother

He felt tears sting at his eyes, clutching the letter to his chest as if his mother had charmed it with the feeling of a hug. It wasn’t, but he swore he could feel it. He felt sad, knowing she was all alone in that house, but suddenly remembered that his aunt was seeking refuge with her at the Malfoy Manor and his mother left it out for the sake of keeping Bellatrix’s location secret. Seeing as she was a maddened Ex/Present Death Eater and escaped prisoner on the run. The thought of Bellatrix left a bitter and foul taste in his mouth, making him feel even worse that his mother was stuck at home with that beast who was nearly as bad as the Dark Lord himself. He didn’t care that that was her sister, his aunt, she had no empathy for anything, especially not for him. He recalls her telling him right before he went to school, that he should be grateful and honored for being entrusted with a task so important.

As much as Draco wanted nothing to do with his tasks, he didn’t ignore them. He begrudgingly let Bellatrix teach him Occlumency, something he desperately needed to learn and was now a little good at. He had even tried convincing himself that he needed to do this. It was all up to him. He was chosen for this. He hated it, but he was chosen nonetheless. And he would try with everything to save his family and to make them proud, even if it killed him.

He ignored the thoughts of his aunt and his dreadful life options, refocusing on the words his mother wrote to him. They echoed in his mind, imagining her saying them to him.

“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”

His mind wandered to you, knowing full and well you were are the one and only joy in his life he so deeply desires. His mother’s words hit him hard, to the point where he almost ran out of his room to go look for you. Almost.

But he was stubborn and still couldn’t pull himself out of the mindset he had boxed himself in where he thought being with you would be worse in the end for you than not being with you.

So he went over to his desk, Aquila following him before flying up to the wooden surface where she perched herself in front of him as he sat down and pulled out a parchment and quill to begin his responding letter for his mother. He thanked her for the pastries, told her he would try his best in confiding in Snape, loosely promised he would fulfill her wishes of him finding some happiness, and gave her his love. He gave the letter to Aquila, smoothing the feathers on the top of her head one last time before she chirped and flew to the window and then out of his room and into the open dark starry sky.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

More weeks had gone by. And then a month. You were seeing less and less of Draco and for a healing heart, it was the best thing for you, but also the worst. He had even began skipping class as much as he could, not that anyone ever noticed, except you and Slughorn of course.

“Miss Y/L/N, may I have a word?” Slughorn came up to you while you were working on a potion with your friend. The same friend who had given up her seat to Draco who she now despised and regretted ever doing in the first place. She gave you and the professor a look before getting up and heading to the front of the class where she began to pick up vials and jars to store the potion.

“Of course, Professor,” you answer with a polite smile.

“I spoke to Mr. Malfoy about a month ago, he seemed rather distraught,” he began, placing a finger over his chin in thought. “I’m beginning to grow worried of the boy! Is there a reason he’s no longer showing up to class?”

You swallowed thickly before responding, “your guess is as good as mine, Professor.”

“Ah, well, one mustn’t pry too much,” he says. “Also, I’m pleased to see your marks improving in the last couple weeks. Keep up the good work, Miss Y/L/N.”

And with that the professor turned around and left to go check on other students, your friend returning.

“What’d he want?” She asked, setting the supplies down on the table.

“Wanted to know about, Mr. Malfoy,” you mocked quietly, your voice turning bitter when the name left your lips.

You knew Draco’s disappearance was your fault and you felt that twang of hurt beat against your chest thinking about it. That whole conversation with the Professor killed your entire mood. It wasn’t great to begin with, but the feeling of nothing had turned into hurt.

You were roughly stirring the cauldron, preparing to put the nearly finished potion into the two large jars so it could sit overnight. They were right beside your arm and you felt your elbow collide with the glasses, cringing internally when you heard them crash onto the ground and shatter. Luckily there was nothing in them, but you had still made a mess of glass. In your heat of embarrassment and with the people are you now staring at you, you forgot you could easily clean up your mess with magic so like a klutz, you instead bent down to pick up the shards of glass that scattered the floor with your bare hands.

A loud gasp left your mouth as you began to pick them up, feeling the largest piece of glass in your palm deeply slash the skin of your hand. You dropped it, feeling the blood begin to drip down your arms and onto the floor.

“Oh no, Y/N,” your friend sighed from above you, gripping onto your other arm and lifting you up. “Are you okay?”

The question was meant for your hand, but you felt it hit your soul just as it did whenever someone asked you that question when you were so overwhelmingly not okay. You shook your head no, the pain from your hand and your heart taking over you completely as tears began to trickle down your face.

Slughorn came up to the table, waving his wand over the mess of the floor and fixed the damage done to the vases and making the small puddle of blood disappear.

“Class is dismissed, students, you are free to go to the Great Hall for lunch,” Slughorn announced and everyone quickly packed up their things and hurried out except for you and your friend. The full-bellied Professor watched you with concern and you turned to your friend where she took your hand in hers and placed it palm up for you.

You shuddered, bringing up your wand to the cut and simply thought your healing spell before watching it completely fade into a faint light pink scar.

“I’m going to explain to Slughorn what happened and put away our stuff,” she says to you, a sad glint in her eyes. “Go clean yourself up and I’ll meet you at our table for lunch with everyone when you’re done.”

You could only pathetically nod before you slung your bag over your shoulder and trudged off into the direction of a bathroom. You decided to go up to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, wanting to be alone from everyone so you could clean yourself up in peace and also have a meltdown. You didn’t know why you wanted to torture yourself with the ghosted memories you shared with Draco in that bathroom, but you still went.

You took your time getting there and you were only down the hall when you saw the entrance. It was then when you heard a familiar ghastly screaming and wailing. It was horribly loud.

“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!”

Moaning Myrtle floated from the large wooden double doors, screaming so loud it ricocheted off all the walls of the now deathly silent castle. You felt all the blood drain from your face as an awful and sickening feeling had bubbled in your stomach.

“It better not be Draco,” you said to yourself, your legs taking longer strides towards the bathroom. “Please, don’t let it be Draco.”

By now, you were sprinting towards the end of the corridor, throwing your bag to the floor as soon as you reached the doors and flung yourself through and into the destroyed bathroom, stepping into a pool of water that had streaks of crimson red. Your eyes followed the trail of blood, stopping suddenly when you found the source.

A blood-curdling scream twice as loud and stronger than Myrtle’s, left your throat as you tripped over your own feet to reach him. You saw Harry Potter, standing a little ways by the door, a panicked and pained look in his eyes as he tried to understand what he had just done.

Once you reached Draco’s nearly lifeless body covered in angry red gashes, you fell next to him, his eyes finally meeting yours for the first time in ages. He was breathing raggedly in choked grunts, clutching at his mauled chest as he struggled to breath. The stormy eyes you loved so much were clouded in fear. Nothing but fear.

You shoved your hand into your pocket, searching for your wand and pulled it out hastily. You shakily waved it over his cuts, thinking and saying any spell you knew that came to your mind in the matter of 5 seconds. This was what you did. This was all you did. Why couldn’t you heal him? None of your spells worked.

“I, I can’t heal you,” you sobbed, resorting to putting your hands over his chest at a failing attempt to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“n...o,” Draco said weakly and quietly. He mustered up all his remaining strength and placed a bloodied hand over yours, you grabbed it tightly and leaned over him when you realized he was trying to speak. “S-sorry. lo...ve. y...ou.”

It felt like there was a knife in your chest being repeatedly stabbed into your heart and twisted. His eyes closed and you cried harder, knowing you were going to lose him. Everything was happening so fast. You had only been in the bathroom a solid 10 seconds, everything around you moving in a slow blur but so quickly.

It was as if Merlin had answered your pleas, the sound of the door slammed open and a maddened looking Snape rushed inside, pushing Harry roughly to the side and looking down at Draco and then you only momentarily before dropping to his knees beside him and opposite of you.

“Vulnera sanentur,” he began running his wand over the cuts on Draco’s chest and you watched with wide teary eyes as the blood pooling around you began to retreat back into the wounds. He said it again, and once the blood was back in, the cuts began to close. He chanted it one last time, and the cuts had healed into thick and reddened scars. “Miss Y/L/N, please help Draco over to the hospital wing for some dittany, and quickly please. We might be able to help with the scarring, perhaps avoid it completely. I need to deal with, Potter.”

Draco was half conscious, a dazed and confused look in the gray of his eyes as they fluttered open and closed. You noticed the scar beginning to form on his paled face and you bit back a sob. You knew if that scar stayed there, it would only drive him into a deeper hatred for himself.

You quickly got up, Snape picking up Draco and throwing his arm over your shoulders so that you would be able to help him over to the hospital wing which luckily happened to be a hall away from the bathroom. The adrenaline and sheer love for the boy was pumping through your body which had made you feel stronger in basically carrying Draco through the halls. He was dragging his feet, mumbling incoherently and you couldn’t stop crying.

You saw the doors to the hospital wing open, Madam Pomfrey staring at the scene heading towards her in horror.

“DITTANY!” you called to her. She threw open the doors wider, nodding before she ran back inside in a hurry. A passing seventh year Hufflepuff had dropped all of his books and his bag and linked arms with Draco’s free side, helping you take him inside with much more ease. Madam Pomfrey yelled to rest Draco on the nearest bed and she quickly returned with the dittany, shooing the both of you away from him.

“I’m afraid the two of you are going to have to leave, immediately,” she demands, her hand reaching up to grab the privacy curtain before shielding her and the love of your life from you and the prying eyes of shocked students gathered at the doorway to see what had happened. The Hufflepuff that had helped was already out the door, but you couldn’t bring your legs to move.

“Away from the door!” McGonagall suddenly appeared from behind the crowd of students, a disgruntled look etched into her aged skin. “Return to your house’s common rooms! That goes for you too, Miss Y/L/N.”

She gently placed both her hands on either of your shoulders, guiding you outside the door and out of the hospital wing. She gave you an empathetic glance before grabbing the handles of the doors and shutting them with a loud clang.

The lingering students stared at you in discomfort and grimaces. You looked around, still in a daze and then looked down at your body. You were drenched in blood and water, looking straight out of a horror movie and closely resembling the clothing of the Bloody Baron, Slytherin’s house ghost.

Everything still felt quiet and slow. You didn’t even notice your friends rushing towards you in hysterics, throwing you in hugs as you only stood there, unable to react. You let them pull you away, leading you to your house’s common room, tripping every now and then. You caught a glimpse of Moaning Myrtle in the distance, her cries still very loud and apparent. She had gone around the entirety of Hogwarts wailing the same news that had broken you, only this time you heard the new choice words she had added along the way.

“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER! HARRY POTTER HAS MURDERED DRACO MALFOY!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You sat immobile on the edge of your seat besides Draco’s hospital bed. Much to your surprise, Madam Pomfrey had allowed you to stay overnight with the fallen Slytherin Prince. You recognized it might be her way of paying you back from all your countless volunteering and because of that, she trusted you in knowing exactly what to do when it came to the medical field of the wizarding world.

It was around three in the morning, the incident having happened well past twelve hours ago. You were showered now and in a fresh pair of robes, your pajamas holding in your warmth as a cold draft flowed throughout the dark dimly lit room. The hospital wing was tall and large, it felt like a castle in itself, and it only made you feel more feeble. You scooted your chair closer to the bed, placing a hand onto the mattress right next to Draco’s paled slender hand.

Fingertips ghosted over his knuckles, your body shivering at the closeness of the near contact. You didn’t know how he was going to react when he woke up. It was all a waiting game, and your heart squeezed with anxiety as you awaited his regained consciousness. You didn’t forget the words he said to you right before he slipped away. They rang and rattled in your head like a pinball game on loop.

He had told you he loved you.

The thought of him dying and you never being able to tell him you felt the same haunted you. You thanked Merlin that Snape got there when he did. You also made a mental note to hex Harry into the oblivion the next time you got a chance.

You sighed deeply, your voice quavering as your ran a hand through your tangled hair. His face glistened under the orange lamp on the bedside table, his skin tinged with a grayish undertone and his eye bags deep and dark. The scar you had seen on his face earlier was gone, the skin now just holding a skinny reddened line going across his features as if he was just hit with something. You smiled slightly, knowing it would be gone in the morning and feeling grateful for him that he wouldn’t be scarred with it.

His body was covered in a hospital gown and bandages infused with dittany, but seeing how bad his cuts were before they healed, you knew those would leave something behind no matter what. In your studying towards becoming a Healer, you read about the effects of dark magic and the marks it left behind on its victims. You didn’t know what spell had done what it did to Draco, but it was violent and radiated with darkness.

The softness of his his skin was met under yours, your hand finally allowing itself to fall over his and you let out a sharp exhale at the touch. It wasn’t like earlier when you were holding onto him for dear life, rough and filled with fear and pain, this time it felt familiar. It felt warm despite the coldness of your skin and his. You shook quietly, another set of tears rippling through your body as you tried your best to not wake him. You sat up and slowly leaned over him, looking down at him to observe his peaceful features. He slept soundly and peacefully, his breathing even and quiet. Even though he almost died earlier today, he looked as though he was having the best sleep of his life. The sleep he gravely needed but seemed to never be able to get.

Your free hand softly rested on his cheek now and you carefully moved your lips towards his forehead where you placed a long kiss. A stray tear had fallen onto his skin as you pulled away and you frowned, wiping it away with your sleeve before moving your hand up towards his hair. You smoothed it back, the soft blond strands feeling like silk between your fingers. He was a dream, an angel to you. You stood by what you had told him that unfortunate day under the tree, he was good, and you would tell him again and again until he believed it himself.

Just as you pulled back from him, a sharp gasp erupted and he shot up in bed, grabbing and tearing at his gown as breathless quick pants fell from his lips.

“Hey, Draco, I’m here, you’re okay, relax,” you coo gently, grabbing his hands and holding them tightly in yours so he wouldn’t tear his bandages. Your heart battered against your chest, the waterworks in your eyes beginning all over again. He stared at you, searching your eyes and he began to cry too. The same broken and deep sobbing from months ago you had grown accustomed to hearing.

He threw himself onto you, crying even harder as his arms wrapped around you, his hand on the back of your head pressing you into his chest. You climbed into the bed in deep shaky breaths so that you were now sitting on your knees between his legs. It was overwhelming, to put it lightly, both of you crying into each other as you remembered the fall out, the lonely days and nights, the wasted opportunities, the endless missing of one another’s presence in their lives.

“I’m sorry,” Draco chokes out. “I never meant to hurt you. I thought that by pushing you away, you would be safer, but I can’t do it anymore. I need you, I love you, Y/N.”

You cradled him in your arms, rocking the two of you back and forth, and you shook your head reverently.

“I forgave you the second I thought I was going to lose you,” you respond quickly. “Merlin, Draco, you scared me to death. I thought you were gone.”

The same words from his mother echoed in his head again and he finally understood what they meant.

“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”

Darkness was going to arrive one way or another, it was going to steal the rest of whatever life he had left in him one day. It was out of his hands, out of his control. The time to live his life was now. Because he didn’t know when he would ever have this opportunity of love again, of safety, of light. Everything was undefined and unknown and he felt the anguishing regret of all his decisions when he had seen you in the bathroom hovering over him with a hopeless look in your eyes. He promised himself, to Merlin and to the sun, the moon and all the stars that in the 1% chance that he survived that close call with death, he would never abandon you again. His heart pained at the memory of him trying to sputter out his final ‘I love you,’ not knowing whether or not you heard it or if you understood how genuinely he had meant it.

The room was only filled with sniffles and shaky breathing, both of you still in the same rocking position, afraid that if you let each other go, the other is going to disappear.

“Draco,” you say, lifting his head up from the crook of your neck so that he could look you in the eyes. “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know. Please don’t ever, ever leave again.”

“Not in a million years, darling.”

PART 3

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kaashiboo · 3 years

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hiii i hope u have a nice day! how would akaashi and kita react if their s/o cries because of how much they love them?? idek if that makes sense nsnsm but i hope u understand ! byeee stay safe

haikyuu boys reacting to you crying because of how much you love them

┇ akaashi and kita

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gn!reader

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✎ a/n: AAAH this is the first ever request that I've gotten so i was really excited when i saw the notification heh:') i really appreciate the request! i hope i did well on this oneee. stay safe to you too! <3 and thank you for your patience because i know this took a long time hehe.

akaashi

you were patiently waiting in the library for akaashi as he offered to study with you for the upcoming exams but since he still has practice, you decided to just wait for him.

you had a mental debate with yourself whether you should start studying already or just use your phone— and you obviously choose the latter.

you stared at your wallpaper, it was a candid picture of akaashi crouched down with bread crumbs on his palms as an attempt to feed the birds. it was honestly such a lovely experience.

a wide grin never left your face. a sigh of contentment escaped from your lips. you propped your elbow on the table, resting your chin on your palm as you continually scroll through your album named 'memories with keiji<3'.

you stop scrolling for a while, starting to realize how lucky you are to have akaashi in your life. memories of you two together flooded your mind and you start tearing up.

"love, try feeding the birds. just try not to... look scary." he teased, you let out a loud and offended 'huh?', startling some of the birds and he gave you an i-told-you look.

"y/n, sweetie. i bought snacks for you since i heard from the school's nurse that you were having some bad cramps."

"sweetheart, it's okay to cry. i'm here now, you don't need to hide your feelings from me because i would always be more than willing to help you, okay?"

"you did great, my love! i am so proud of you. i love you."

you hadn't noticed that akaashi was secretly watching you from afar until you heard a soft thump on the floor and you quickly looked up at him.

"kei—" you were about to greet him but he immediately embraced you.

your eyes widened in surprise, rubbing his back soothingly. "is there something wrong?" you whispered softly, your other hand making its way to play with his hair.

"shouldn't i be the one asking you that?" he pulled away, cupping your cheeks in his hands and wiped your tears with his thumb and you finally noticed that you were crying the whole time.

"oh no," you laughed a bit. "i'm alright, keiji. i was just overwhelmed." you tried explaining but he was still reluctant at your response and so you picked up your phone that you placed on the table as soon as you caught sight of his presence.

"see? i was just looking at our pictures. i swear, i didn't mean and i never even noticed that i started crying." he finally relaxed. sensing that you were still in a good mood.

"but why were you even crying in the first place?" you slowly turned your head to the side where you can't see him. too embarrassed to answer but he held your chin between his thumb and index finger, slowly guiding your head to face him.

you knew you could have looked away but you couldn't help but to just stare back. "i love you." you blurted, causing him to smile.

"i love you too, sweetheart. but i don't think that answers my question."

"well that was my answer." you saw his smile turn into a small smirk, "i don't think i understand what you're trying to imply, my love. could you please explain it more?" you playfully pinched his cheeks before planting a kiss on the same spot.

"it's okay to cry, love." he muttered.

kita

"how has he been?" granny yumie looked at you adoringly as you prepared a bento box to bring to kita as he was still in practice.

"he's been treating me better than anyone could, granny." you answered honestly.

"that's good to hear, y/n-chan, but i think i would love to hear you talk about him more. come on, it's just the two of us." she insisted. you chuckled before wrapping up the food you had prepared before sitting down on the floor across her. ready to give in and do what she requested.

"shinsuke is a very lovely boy, granny. truth to be told, i was very intimidated when i first bumped into him and the way he looked at me weirdly because i was the one who apologized when he spilled his drink on me,” you laughed as you thought about it.

“but he was also kind enough to lend me his jacket before he rushed off to practice and i was thankful for it because i at least had the reason to find him and return him his jacket.” you glanced at granny yumie who was intently listening to you talk.

“and the day after that, i returned his jacket but he insisted that i should keep it,” you paused again, smiling a bit before pointing at the jacket you were currently wearing. “it’s this one.” you said before continuing with your story.

“and because we were in the same year, he would always give me his notes even though i don’t really need them— well i kinda do need them since i don’t like writing. not only that but he offered to always walk me home.”

“granny, i wonder how he’s able to pull off that kind of thing?” you bit your lips, trying to come up with an answer.

“what thing, dear?”

“he may not be the most affectionate person in the world but i still feel so loved whenever i’m with him. he’s not like me who always craved their partner’s touch but even so, he still manages to show that he cares and that he loves me very much and i am beyond grateful to have him. he’s so patient and understanding with me.” you pouted in a playful manner, trying to hide the fact that you were close to crying.

you’ve never had problems with talking about your relationship with kita to other people but this conversation with granny yumie is different since you were used to talk about the two of you casually but this time, nothing but sincerity lingered in the air and you couldn’t help but swallow the lump in your throat that was starting to build up.

“ah, i think they would have their break in a few minutes soon, granny. i should probably go ahead now.” you excused yourself.

“be careful on the way, y/n-chan.” she reminded you.

“will do, granny! thank you for helping me prepare shin’s food.” you bowed and left hurriedly.

once you are out of the house, you let the tears stream endlessly, clutching tightly onto the fabric wrapped around the bento box to not accidentally let it go.

you were walking at a fast pace not until someone held your shoulders, forcing you to look up.

“y/n?”

“shin!” you yelped in surprise, wiping your tears with the back of your hand before smiling at him.

“wait why are you here? aren’t you supposed to be in practice?” you narrowed your eyes. realizing that he was wearing a new t-shirt.

“i could be asking you the same question, darling. but to answer yours, we ended practice early.” he let go of you before scanning your face completely and you felt like melting under his gaze, “do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“it’s a ridiculous reason, shin. it’s fine.” you insisted before holding your hand out for him to get the food that you made for him and he gladly accepted it.

“nothing is ridiculous if it’s you, y/n. especially if it’s your feelings. you know that you can talk to me about anything, right?” he grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you to the bench near where you two were standing and pushed you down to sit.

shin: y/n, good morning. please do not forget to eat breakfast.

shin: hello. i heard from your classmates yesterday that you would have a quiz later. do not forget to review. if you need my help, just call me.

shin: the nurse told me you were sick. don’t wait for me anymore, we decided to not have practice today. i’ll pick you up from your classroom then walk you home and take care of you.

shin: y/n, love? suna just sent me a screenshot of the songs you’re currently listening to. are you sure you feel fine?

“love. i know that you are great friends with the twins but is it okay if you tell them to not always smother you especially when you are with me?” kita said. trying to keep his tone remain usual but the hint of bitterness was still there.

you felt him squeeze your hand when you chuckled at him. “of course, shin. i’ll make sure to tell them that. i’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.” you reassured.

you’ve heard kita sigh for the fifth time ever since he arrived at your house.

“shin? is something bothering you?”

“y/n. i know i may not be the most affectionate person but please do not hesitate to initiate affection for me.” you couldn’t help but smile at him. completely placing your phone down on your bed.

“of course, baby. do you have a particular reason that made you say that to me?” you asked, worried.

“you haven’t hugged me ever since i got here.” you almost could not hear him but his straightforward attitude never failed to amuse you and so you pulled him into a tight hug immediately.

“love?” you heard him utter once again and you finally snapped out of your trance. tears threatening to escape once again.

“please tell me what’s wrong.” he looked at you worriedly.

“i love you.” you smiled.

“i know. i love you more, y/n. but i am still concerned about you.”

“nothing’s wrong, shin. don’t worry. i was just thinking of how lucky i am to have you.” he chuckled at your statement.

“is that why you’re crying?” you nodded as a response, laughing awkwardly.

“well, i think that is an odd reason, y/n. however, i know that crying is not only caused when a person is sad. it can be caused my numerous reasons but i think i would rather see you smile.” he gently wiped the tears away with his handkerchief that you two bought together at a mall when you had your first date.

“you still have those?” you pointed at the piece of fabric and he nodded.

“of course i do. i keep everything that has anything to do with you— oh no, love, please stop crying.” he slightly panics.

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we-are-inevitable · 3 years

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until forever // javid

Until Forever

some things about this fic: -davey being salty about his grades -Oblivious Jack !!! -drunk confessionsssss -jack splurges on good tequila and you Cannot tell me otherwise -they’re in university so, like, it’s automatically good

i hope u guys like this oneee !!

The front door opens to reveal a frazzled David Jacobs with a single black coffee, one bag of groceries, and an overstuffed satchel crossed over his torso.

The groceries are the first to drop to the floor. Jack knows that nothing in the bag is damaged; if something inside was fragile, then David surely would have brought the bag to the apartment’s small kitchen rather than discarding it onto the floor. As he watches the taller man set his coffee on the small table next to the front door, Jack can’t help but smile.

“Rough day, Davey?”

“You. Have. No. Idea,” David crosses the room and inelegantly drops his school bag into the chair against the wall, heading straight for the kitchen. “I’m convinced that Professor Snyder is incompetent. There is no fucking way I got less than a 90 on my midterm report, Jack, there’s no way! But no! Apparently he gave me a goddamn 86 on the paper--”

“I’m sorry, but is there somethin’ wrong with an 86? Seems pretty good to me,” Jack says as he stands up off of the couch, following David to the kitchen. “Don’t stress about it. You have, like, two months until the end of the semester, you’re gonna bring your grade up.”

“Oh, no, I have a high A in the class,” David says nonchalantly as he reaches up to grab a bottle from on top of the fridge-- tequila. Oh. David is in one of those moods. “It’s just-- He has the audacity to give me an 86, yet he gives Morris fucking Delancey a 98? There’s no way his paper was better than mine! I just--”

“Davey, I love ya, man, and I feel for ya, but if you get any more pissed you’re gonna break the bottle and you’re gonna owe me, like, $40. That’s my good tequila.”

“Get the shot glasses, Kelly.”

“On it.”

Jack has a painting he could have been doing. Not classwork, he was pretty much caught up with everything so far, but he has a commission that needs to be sent off by the end of the next week and he's still in the sketching phase. But, really, what's the point of working on a commission when he can get drunk with his best friend instead?

After all of these years, it is still weird to call David a ‘friend.’ They had met in the 8th grade, when Jack was adopted by Medda, who happened to teach drama at the school David attended. On the first day, David had told Jack to "shut the hell up" in their science class, and the two had been inseparable ever since. They had been 13 when they met.

Now, they're both nearing 23, living in an apartment together, both in their last year of college.

And Jack still hasn’t told David that he is completely, totally, irrevocably in love with him.

Jack brings the shot glasses to the living room, while David brings the bottle and a container of orange juice to chase it. They both sit on the couch for the next thirty minutes, ranting about their days and the horrible people they've dealt with in town or at work or in class or wherever they had over the course of that week.

Thirty minutes turn into an hour, and an hour turns into two. By that time, the sun is setting, casting a glow straight into the window of the apartment. Jack tilts his head and looks over at David with a chuckle at something he had said, but all laughter was lost as he caught David’s gaze.

God, those blue eyes make him weak. And with the way that the light was directly on them… Jack can’t take the silence.

He turns his body to face David, leaning his head against the back of the couch as his arms cross over his torso. “You ever been in love, Davey?” He asks with that signature Kelly grin. There’s no doubt in his mind that he looks like an idiot. Big smile, scrunched-up nose, squinty eyes- he had been told by plenty of girls that that look was 'something out of a romcom,' and he had never wanted that to be truer than right now.

The question seems to sober David up a little bit. He gulps and glances away, cheeks flushed- though Jack can’t tell if he’s blushing, or if it’s the alcohol. “I-... Jackie, c’mon. You’ve known me for ten years, you would know--”

“Ah, ah, ah, I think you have a bunch of shit you ain’t tellin’ me,” Jack says with a smirk, though his eyes soften up a bit. All he wants is for David to say yes. If David tells him, then Jack will be able to move on. If David is in love with someone else, then Jack can finally muster up the courage to finally stop telling himself he has a chance. “What about that boy you was with last year? What was his name? Lance?”

“Luke,” David corrects him with a grimace, “And no. I didn’t love him. I… I figured out a few months into it that I… loved someone else,” He admits with a shrug, then scratches the back of his neck. “...Love. Present tense. I love someone else.”

What a kick in the teeth.

Jack sits up a little straighter, then raises a brow. “Damn, you must’a had feelings for this fella for a while. It’s been, what, near a year since you and Luke broke it off?”

“I’ve liked this guy way longer than I’ve even known Luke,” David says simply, shooting Jack a smile that made his stomach flip.

“What’s he like?”

“Well,” David thinks for a moment, then grins. “He’s really sweet. Stupid, but in a good way,” He chuckles, and Jack can’t help but let out a little laugh as well. “He’s been through a lot, but he’s the most caring guy I’ve ever met. He’d give the shirt off his back for any one of his friends, and trust me, he has a lot.”

“Lots’a friends? Is he a frat guy?”

“Oh, hell no. Far from it. He’s just… really charismatic. He’s… He’s great,” David says with a melancholy grin, avoiding Jack’s gaze as he takes a slow sip of tequila straight from the bottle.

Something about the way that David is acting has Jack on edge. He seems so close to saying something, but Jack has no idea what it is, and, against his better judgment, Jack presses on. “Tell me more. Does he go here?”

“Mhm. He’s an art student,” David admits nonchalantly, and Jack’s heart feels like it rips in two. An art student… No. There’s no way David is talking about him, but the fact that he’s into another art student who isn’t Jack makes him regret ever asking in the first place. “He’s good, too. Really good. Seriously, Jack, his art... It’s the best I've ever seen. He likes music, too, and he’s a great singer, even though he doesn’t think so. He’s a horrible driver, but he can navigate the subway system in his sleep. He’s a pretty good--...”

David hesitates. Jack watches, holding his breath.

The silence between them is so heavy that Jack feels like he’s being crushed. Suffocated. “David...”

David takes a deep breath. Closes his eyes. “He’s a pretty good roommate, too. Even if he cares more about a $40 bottle of tequila than he cares about me.”

Jack is silent for a few long moments. He’s frozen in place, trying desperately to connect the dots, and deep down he knows what David is saying, but he can’t do this and he doesn’t want to assume and what if he's wrong? What if David is just playing a cruel joke on him? What if-- “Davey, what- what are you sayin’? I-- Dave, you need to- to spell it out, I don't understand--"

"Jackie," David cuts him off as he turns to face him, a sad smile on his face. The look makes Jack’s breath catch in his throat. “I love you. Jack Kelly, I love you.”

“No, you don’t,” Jack responds instantly, his eyes widening just slightly. “No, because- because I-- Fuck, I’ve loved you for so long, but you- you don’t love me. You- you can't love me, Davey, you deserve so- so much better than me, I'm so-- Is this real? Are you-- Are you real?”

The smile that breaks out onto David’s face stuns Jack into silence. “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids,” David whispers, before letting out a laugh. “I just-- Jack, how could I not love you? You're everything to me, Jackie... Everything. All I've ever wanted. I know you don’t see it, but... You're the best thing to ever happen to me."

There's a long, long pause as Jack takes in the information. He's confused, and overwhelmed, but as the gears finally stop turning and the pieces fit into place, Jack lets out a giddy laugh. “I-- Davey, Davey, oh my God, you’re so fuckin’ perfect. You’re smart, and nice, and stubborn as a mule in the best way possible, and I- I ain’t good with words, you know that, but you--... All of my best paintings, all of my best sketches, are all because you were my muse. You were… Perfect. You’ve always been perfect… David?”

“Yeah, Jack?” David answers, breathless, and he's truly a sight to behold.

“Kiss me.”

The feeling of David frantically dragging him into his lap would forever be one of the best Jack has ever experienced. He straddles David’s thighs, wraps his arms around David’s neck, and melts as soon as David pulls him into the best kiss he had ever had.

It's just this side of rough, of passionate, of needy and wanton and Jack can feel ten years worth of wanting, waiting, wishing for this moment fuel the kiss even more.

David’s hand is in his hair. Caressing him. Grounding him.

They kiss for what feels like hours, but Jack eventually pulls back for breath, forehead gently pressed against David’s. Something tells him they should have done this a long time ago, but at least they had the rest of forever.

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anakinthetrashking · 4 years

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BnHA One-Shot Fic Recs (pt2)

I AM HERE! With more recs for you! The last post was all about DadMight, such a beautiful genre *wipes tear from eye* This time its DADZAWA! if you happen to follow me, you might know that i really really(really) love Aizawa. a lot. So im going to try to keep this to only 10 recs, but,, well,,,, we’ll see anyway leTS GO

Aches and Pains by Badwolf36 Rating: G Category: Gen ~2700 words Summary: In which Izuku isn't willing to admit how much pain he's in, and Mr. Aizawa is just as much of a softie for his students as he always is. I’m always SO WEAK to stories that deal with the very real consequences of breaking all of your bones. Poor Izuku. I enjoyed the details of how he’s feeling, the way that the reader’s awareness of his pain waxes and wanes along with Izuku’s (temporary distractions can only do so much, A+ for realism there). Also, soft Dadzawa while not mushy-ooc-Aizawa! Conclusion: I love this and also want Aizawa to make me hot cocoa when there’s storms and i cant sleep!! (sidenote, everytime i see this username my brain shorts out bc my old ff.net account was also Badwolf## lol)

My Neighbor Shouta-ro by Hound_of_Heaven Rating: G Category: Gen ~2,700 words Summary: Yamada Hizashi, on Christmas Eve of the year he turns 19, jokingly presents Aizawa Shouta, also 19, with a Totoro kigurumi. Everything that follows after is pure chance. Heeeeeeeeeck this is ADORABLE. I- You guys- this is so pure and so precious and so!! go read it, i died. such fluff.

constrained by my own mind (im not fine) by CamsthiSky (tumblr: @camsthisky ) Rating: G Category: Gen ~1,500 words Summary: Midoriya Izuku is a problem child, and for some reason, Aizawa Shouta cares too much to let him fend for himself when the kid is obviously dealing with something First of all this is written by one of my fav Batfam writers!!! I was so hype when i saw this posted and OF COURSE IT WAS JUST AS WONDERFUL IF NOT MORE SO THAN I EXPECTED!!!! A+++++ in character for both Izuku and Aizawa. Izuku is jumpy and anxious and stressed and i love it. That the way Izuku started out, and while i am eternally happy at how much his life and social reactions have already changed, stuff like that doesnt just disappear in even a year, so I love fics that address that and expound on all the progress that he would have to make behind the scenes. and having Aizawa as the catalyst to begin getting actual help? *chef’s kiss* This checks boxes and then proceeds to cover the page in checkmarks LOL

remember from here on in by aloneintherain (tumblr: @captainkirkk ) Rating: T Category: Gen ~8000 words warning: spoiler heavy from manga chp 215 Summary: Aizawa glances from All Might to Midoriya quickly. It sounds impossible—he’s never heard of a quirk that can be handed down like a family heirloom—but at the same time, it makes perfect sense. Midoriya’s inability to use his quirk at the start of the year. The strange, familial relationship between All Might and Midoriya. The slow malnourishment of All Might’s body, like his power was being siphoned away. “You’re …” Aizawa begins.“I’m All Might’s successor.” Midoriya’s proud but shaky voice rings clearly down the empty corridor. Aizawa finds out about One for All. Awwwwwwww yiiiiiiiissssssssss!!!!! reveal fic!!!! one of my all time fav tropes!!! Plus it expounds on some future theorys/possibilities(Spoilers!!!) and you get some great interactions between Izuku and Shinsou, and plenty of opportunities taken to wear out our already worn out catepillar-sensei. poor guy needs a break but would do anything for these kids. Incredible characterization, great feels!!

Those Hardest to Love Need it Most by DancingintheStorm Rating: T Category: Gen ~8,200 words Summary: Shouta gripped the phone tight enough to make the phone case groan. “So it’s true. Midoriya was Quirkless.”“Until soon before the entrance exam,” Nedzu confirmed. “That’s not relevant now, though, because—““Relevant?” Shouta hissed. “Midoriya is barely functional, socially. He doesn’t trust any adult. He thinks the whole world hates him. He apologizes for everything except breaking the law, and I’m sure I can trace every single one of those things back to his Quirklessness. You call that irrelevant?” Aizawa visits Aldera Junior High and finds out some disturbing truths. Yes. Just. Yes. Righteous anger abounds, local anxiety-child is told for the first time that his life has worth, more at 10 (I LOVE THIS ONEEE)

The Gaunlet and friendships and how memes tie the two together by averypassionateperson Rating: T Category: Gen ~3,500 words Summary: Shinsou walks into his first day in the Hero Course hoping to get politely ignored. He walks out having gotten into a sanctioned fistfight with the entire Bakusquad and a whole lot of new friendships. Also, memes are responsible for most of this. This fic is SOOOOOOOOO much fun. Always sure to bring a smile and honestly all I could want from a fic about Shinsou’s first day in 1A!!!

like light through a window by achievingelysium (tumblr: @queenangst ) Rating: T Category: Gen 1,139 words Summary: The first time Shouta sees what Hagakure looks like, it’s because she’s covered in blood. Coming from one of the best Dadzawa writers around, is a delightfully haunting fic centered on Hagakure!! The Dazawa is of course, spot on, the premise makes your heart ache as it plays out like a movie in your mind. So smooth to read, while so emotionally painful. Ouch. It is a fic with imagery that has stuck in my mind like a plant with deep roots, bc i keep thinking about it despite my too-much-fanfic-reading-adhd-muddled-brain. I feel like i had more to say but tumglr erased the paragraph i had originally written. D: (side note, as i am keeping these posts to 10 fics... this fic came from her series of 30 min fics which you can find here on tumblr ao3 its an absolute goldmine of one-shots, go check it out)

a frozen pond, dark and deep by walking_through_autumn Rating: T Category: Gen ~3,800 words Summary: In the aftermath of Endeavour's battle against High End, Aizawa escorts Todoroki to his home for special leave, and they have a conversation that has been long in the making. (Or: Over two car rides and the mystery known as bubble tea, Aizawa divulges information, Todoroki returns the favour, and trust is built over unexpected similarities.) This fic felt just as quiet as the two characters it surrounds, which was really nice. Even deep emotional grieving can be quiet, since everyone feels things and reacts to things differently. It was a brilliant way to chip away at these character’s walls to let light shine through without creating an earthquake event to destroy the walls completely, you know? and it works off of canon so well. ah yes seeing the process of Aizawa realizing that hes has adopted another child is my fav anyhow i enjoyed it very much!

but still my heart is heavy (with the hate of some other man’s beliefs) by honeyandsunshine Rating: T Category: Gen ~3,500 words Summary: Nemuri jerks a thumb to the side window, presumably the one with the best view of the front gates. When Shouta looks, a small crowd, all of which he can recognize from his class, are gathered around a sleazy looking man with a camera and a microphone. Half their quirks are activated. Bakugou and Todoroki are smoking. From the bushes nearby, a rather enraged stag emerges. As he gets up, Shouta just hopes they haven’t already killed him. Or:Class 1-A defends their own. Aizawa suffers, but looks after them anyways. I love how this doesn’t go the way you expect it to. and how much Aizawa loves and trusts his class full of gremlin heroes. The Dadzawa is so soft, his logic is sound, my heart aches, and i kinda want to cry. really, really, really great you guys

bend, don’t break by heyhamlet (tumblr: @hey-hamlet ) Rating: T Category: Gen ~4,100 words Summary: It started, as it always seemed to, on what was supposed to be a pleasant day. ---A Christmas shopping attempt gone wrong, Aizawa and Midoriya have to survive a strange nightmare quirk, all while trying to work out how to get out of there alive. Aizawa is injured, Midoriya is panicked. It's less a question of what could go wrong, but more what could go right. Another fic that has not left my soul since i read it. Some of it is truly terrifying in a way that I hope never haunts my own nightmares. and honestly isnt that reason enough to read it? While near death experiences bond people together well, nothing beats being trapped with someone in a nightmare that is feeding off of your deepest fears! If Aizawa wasn’t considering adoption before, he certainly is now. Found family before the monster finds you...0.o go read it, its a treat from another top notch writer!

well, thats 10! the next post will probably be misc. bnha one-shots. Enjoy and don’t forget to give the writers your souls love and comments!

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taeblvck · 5 years

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Ringside Pt. 1 {M}

Pairing: Boxer!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Slight fluff at the beginning

Word Count: 2,177

Warnings: Dom!Jungkook, Oral (male receiving), Filthy Dirty Talk, Swearing

Summary: Jungkook is a boxer and you’ve been there every step of the way. Tonight is just another match, just like the others, but you’re still nervous as ever.

You sat there on the side of the ring with your heart beating through your chest. It didn't matter how many times you did this; you could never get used to it. You looked at your boyfriend, Jungkook, with anxious eyes. He was a boxer and has been longer than he has known you. Boxing is a dangerous sport, you both knew that, but that doesn't stop him. Although you worry for him every second that he's in that ring, you wouldn't want it any other way. Boxing is Jungkook's life. It's all he has known since he was a young boy. He was a troubled child when he was younger so his mom put him into a boxing program so that he can put that energy into boxing rather than getting in fights with the other little boys in school. Honestly, you feel like that was a great choice because from what Jungkook has told you, boxing changed his life. He loved boxing so he'd make sure to keep his grades up and stay out of trouble so that he could continue it. Boxing has helped Jungkook get through the hardest times and it has built him to be the man you know and love today. So, when you figured out that loving him with your whole heart included sitting on the edge of your seat in fear for him, you took that challenge.

Jungkook sat in his chair while being coached for the match to come. He must feel you staring at him because he turns his head away from his coach and looks over to you. He says something to his coach and starts over toward you. You stand up to get closer to the ring as he crouches down to get closer to your face.

"I could feel your eyes burning into me from over there," he smirks at you.

"Shut up. You know how I get over these matches."

"You're nervous again, I know. Listen to me babe," He rests his padded hands on your shoulders and looks straight into your eyes to reassure you, "Who's out in that ring?"

You breathe out a shallow breath, "Both of us."

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you. I said, who's out in that ring?"

"We're both in the ring." You say louder than before.

"That's right. I don't fight alone. We're in this together, so we both need to be in the right mind frame for this. How can I win if you don't believe in me?"

You look at him in disbelief, "Of course I believe in you! You'll kick this dude's ass in no time!" You continue on to counter his previous statement before you realize him smiling,

"There she is."

You can't help but smile at his method to calm you down.

"Okay, okay. You better kick ass out there then."

"Only if I can have yours afterward," he winks at you.

"Oh my god shut up! Go! Leave! I don't even want to see you right now!" You say in between laughs.

He laughs, stands up, and walks back over to his chair. Before the match begins, he looks at you, kisses his glove, taps his chest, then extends his arm out to you. You mirror his actions before he turns his attention to the other boxer.

~~~

You look at the timer and see there's still about 10 minutes left in the 9th round. The boxer Jungkook was fighting gave him a bit of trouble during the first couple rounds, but now Jungkook has the upper hand. Jungkook is known for his incredible stamina, and his speed in addition to his stamina made him undefeatable. The other boxer stayed in one spot, waiting for an opportunity to swing at Jungkook. He was tired out so he made sure to conserve all of the energy he could if he was to hang in there with Jungkook. After a couple of small swings, the boxer moves toward Jungkook and starts clinching. Jungkook makes sure not to break away first because then he'd be vulnerable to punches when moving away. The referee finally breaks them free. Soon after, the boxer swings a powerful punch, but Jungkook dodges and moves in from under to swing from below. He connects to his chin with a powerful uppercut which sends the boxer landing on the floor. You jump to your feet screaming. The referee begins to start counting down. You look at Jungkook and see him still standing on guard for in case the boxer gets back up.

You begin to scream along with the referee, "Six! Five! Four!" Your screams become higher pitch as you count, "Three! Two! Oneee!" Without thinking, you jump into the ring and run over toward Jungkook as he walks toward you. You jump onto him and shower him with kisses before quickly getting down when you think about how tired he must be.

"Why'd you get down?" He asks you confused,

"I figured you'd be tired."

"Never too tired for you, come here."

He picks you up and starts kissing you. You then become aware that you two aren't the only ones in the ring and begin to get embarrassed. Jungkook smiles at you as he sees your reaction.

You release him to complete the interviews he has to do after all of his fights. "I'll see you in the dressing room?" He asks before leaving.

"Yep," you say cheesing. You leave towards the dressing rooms while he finishes up.

~~~

As you're sitting in his chair scrolling through Twitter, Jungkook finally walks through the door. You look up at him and smile. He holds his hands out to you, silently asking you for help with his gloves.

"Um excuse me, sir. You have a team of members to help you after the fight, where are they?"

"Sir?" He looks at you and smirks,

"I didn't mean it like that, and you know it."

"I told them to go home, celebrate or something."

"And why'd you do that?" You stand up finally to help take his gloves off.

"Because I want the room to myself."

"I couldn't imagine why'd you want that." You begin to take off the tape and gauze from his hands.

"Why imagine it when you're going to live it?" You look up at him while biting your lips. You reach the end of the gauze, freeing his hands.

He picks you up and sets you on the table and plants his lips on you. You wrap your arms around his neck and run your hands through his hair. He swipes his tongue along your lips to ask for access. You open your mouth to allow him in. His hands lower down to your stomach then back up to your breasts. You let out a small sigh.

A group walks past the dressing room door laughing loudly and you both freeze.

"Did you lock the door?" You ask him.

"...No..." He says, avoiding your eyes.

"Dumbass! Lock the door before someone comes!"

He hurries and locks the door as you laugh at him. He walks back over to you, strutting like a model on a runway.

"You better hurry before I change my mind," you say lifting your eyebrow.

In no time he's back kissing on your neck and unbuttoning your shirt. You move your hands down to the obvious bulge in his shorts. He jumps in response and you smile mischievously at him. You rub him a bit more before sliding your hands into his boxers. He looks at you, waiting for your next move. You have complete control over him. This is very rare and whenever you have him wound around your finger like this, you have to take advantage. You slide off of the table and stand up without taking your eyes from his. You turn you and him around so that he is leaning on the table.

"Fuck, y/n do something please." You move your hands up and down some to create friction. His face softens a bit and you smirk.

"Does that feel good baby?" You move your hands slightly faster.

He closes his eyes, "F-fuck. You're teasing babe."

"You don't like being teased?" You stare at him confused,

He opens his eyes and glares at you, "Keep teasing me like this and I'll turn this shit right back around."

"Who said that's not what I want?" You look at him, battling him. Whoever is dominant tonight really doesn't matter to you. Either way, it's going to ends with you getting off, that's for sure. You stare at him while he stares at you. He just wants you to satisfy him but you like seeing him squirm sometimes. Neither of you wants to be the first to back down. Realizing this may go on for a while, you start moving your hand again and he shuts his eyes again.

"Shit," he grunts, "cheater."

"I just want to make you feel better." You say with an innocent voice.

"Hurry and suck my dick before I make you." He says through his teeth. Fuck that made you wet. Yes, you like having dominance sometimes, but Jungkook taking control can take you places you never thought imaginable.

You take your hand out so that you can pull down his boxing shorts. Jungkook is so hard that his dick springs out of the shorts once they're out of the way. You firmly grab him to see his reaction. He sucks in a sharp breath and bites his lips. You stick your tongue out and lick around the base of the shaft. You lick a stripe from the base up to the head. Then you circle your tongue around the head. You taste a bead of his salty precum once your tongue slides over the tip of him. You decide you've tortured him enough and slip the whole head into your mouth. He keeps his mouth closed to try to keep his moans quiet.

You start sucking as you bob your head up and down. You work slowly so that you can pay attention to detail. You're not taking it whole right now but you will in due time. Instead, you move one of your hands around the base of him and begin twisting, but you don't grip it too hard.

"Fuck like that, just like that. You suck my dick so well baby girl." He grunts and looks down at you. You look up at him and bob your head faster for him. Next, you reach under him to grab his balls. He grips onto the edge of the table and that signals to you that he's right where you want him.

You pop him out of your mouth to give a simple demand, "Cum for me." You slip him back into your mouth and move your hand in preparation for what you're going to do. You slide your mouth further down his member so that you can deepthroat him. He lets out a guttural moan as soon as his head touches the back of your throat.

"Shittt, you're gonna make me cum. Fuck." He grits his teeth, "That's right baby, deepthroat that dick baby. You look so damn sexy with my dick inside your mouth like that."

You start to moan around him to make him edge closer to orgasm.

"Yea, that's it. I'm about to cum." He moans louder, "Fuckkkk!" You take him out a bit so that you can concentrate on sucking him. He pulls your head away from him and starts stroking himself. You close your eyes and stick your tongue out to signal where you wanted him to cum. Soon after you feel salty ribbons of his cum on your tongue. He moans out loud with no regard that you're still in your dressing room where anyone can hear. He finishes and looks down at you. You put your tongue back in your mouth and swallow.

"You're so damn sexy. Fuck, how'd I get this lucky?" He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

"You are lucky hmm?" You both smile at each other and he leans in to kiss you. You're the one to pull away as you jump off of him to gather your stuff to leave. "I would ask if you want to order in tonight but you're probably going to pass out once we get back home." You turn your head to look at him and he whips his head around, looking at you.

"You didn't think we were done did you?"

"Oh?" You pull your purse over your shoulder and walk toward the door, "You're not tired?" He walks toward the door,

"I see you must've forgotten about my stamina already."

"Okay playboy, we'll see once we get back home."

"And I hope you keep that same energy when I have you begging under me." He says in your ear as he opens the door. You look at him and to no surprise, he has his trademark smirk on his face.

~~~

Whew. This was supposed to be one part, but I got to the end of the teasing and realized this was running longer than I expected, so I decided to split it into two parts. I was going to at least have both characters receiving oral in this part, but it ended up only being a bj, we'll see how that second part goes lol. I'm going to take this time to tell you guys that this is a side blog, so I won't be able to reply in the comments, but feel free to send me asks or reblog with your response and I'll be happy to reply to you that way! Thanks for reading my first story!

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hugyoongs · 4 years

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𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

↠ summary: join the ride of seven best friends as they navigate their way through the stress, love, joy, and adventure that college brings.

↠ pairings: taejoon, 2seok, yoonkookmin

↠ genre: crack (honestly 95% of the book), angst, fluff

↠ word count: 853

↠ warnings: jungkook’s a sad bby, jimin thirsting over yoongi, language

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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀: 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙎 𝘼 𝙈𝙊𝙑𝙄𝙀 [ jimoaning has added jeoncena to the conversation ]

jimoaning

roach

jeoncena

excuse me?

jeoncena

i won't hesitate to beat your ass up

jimoaning

okay enough about you, I CAN LITERALLY SEE TINY DICK'S THING UNDERNEATH THOSE SWEATS

jeoncena

we're supposed to be watching a movie

jeoncena

you unholy child

jimoaning

that's not IMPORTANT right now

jimoaning

THAT SHIT IS NOT REAL

jimoaning

I NEED TO SEE IT

jimoaning

I NEED TO SUCK IT FOR SCIENCE

jimoaning

SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH

jeoncena

can you not thirst over yoongi

jimoaning

I WANNA EAT THAT UP

jeoncena

just say you're horny and GO

jimoaning

jeoncena

wtf do you want then

jimoaning

I BET HOMEBOY HAS NO BOXERS ON

jimoaning

I WOULD GLADLY LET HIM GIVE ME STIS

jimoaning

GLADLY

jeoncena

you're disgusting

jeoncena

i don't even think that hoseok's prayer service can help

jimoaning

first of all its a prayer CIRCLE

jimoaning

second of all

jimoaning

I D F C

jimoaning

I ADMIT IT ALRIGHT, I WANT TO SUCK THAT DICK

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[ jeoncena has added namjukebox to the conversation ]

jeoncena

namjoon :(((

namjukebox

yes? aren't we supposed to be watching this movie

jeoncena

i think that i really like yoongi :((

namjukebox

bro that was obvious

namjukebox

what's the problem though?

jeoncena

:(((

namjukebox

jungkook..

jeoncena

it's just that i've liked yoongi for so long

jeoncena

but :(((

namjukebox

but what?

jeoncena

i think that jimin likes him too

namjukebox

jimin? what kind of cap—

jeoncena

but i um

jeoncena

i’m supposed to be jimin’s best friend

namjukebox

oh...

jeoncena

IDK WHAT TO DO

jeoncena

oh god but jimin likes yoongi

jeoncena

fuck tuck duck

namjukebox

jimin fools around all the damn time

namjukebox

and YOONGI out of all people?

jeoncena

he just SPAMMED me, thirsting over my future husband :((

namjukebox

isn't that just jimin?

jeoncena

yes but i think he's serious about wanting to suck yoongi's dick

namjukebox

and it will probably be a one-time fling

namjukebox

you're overreacting

jeoncena

i don't want to fucking share namjoon

jeoncena

if you liked someone

jeoncena

let's say taehyung bc the both of you are GAY

jeoncena

and then hoseok texted you, talking about how he really wanted to suck taehyung off

jeoncena

but hoseok is your best friend so you can't say anything

jeoncena

and you're worried that it may become much more than just one blowjob

namjukebox

i'm sorry jungkook

jeoncena

:((

jeoncena

i hate jimin so much

jeoncena

why couldn't he find someone else to thirst over

jeoncena

he doesn't even like yoongi

jeoncena

he just wants to suck yoongi off

namjukebox

sounds like jimin

jeoncena

i want to hate him

jeoncena

i think i hate him

namjukebox

:((

jeoncena

and the thing is

jeoncena

jimin gets everything he wants

jeoncena

which means

jeoncena

if he wants yoongi

jeoncena

he’ll get yoongi

jeoncena

i shouldnt feel like this

namjukebox

in all honesty

namjukebox

i dont think u should let jimin take yoongi away from u just bc he likes him too

namjukebox

its like battle of the fittest

jeoncena

its nothing like battle of the fittest

jeoncena

but i see the point you're trying to make

namjukebox

maybe u should just talk to jimin about how you’re feeling?

jeoncena

thats a no from me chief

namjukebox

i think u should

namjukebox

what if jimin only wants a one time thing

namjukebox

you cant keep these feelings bottled up kook

jeoncena

i know that

jeoncena

i really hate jimin for making me feel like this

[ temptaetion has added hoesuck to the conversation ]

temptaetion

hobiiii

hoesuck

why are you on your phone

temptaetion

jimin was just on his phone

temptaetion

so were joon and jungkook

hoesuck

have you even paid attention to the movie since it’s started

temptaetion

ew no

hoesuck

you’re the one who chose the movie?

temptaetion

and

hoesuck

u give me a headache

hoesuck

now out of all the people here

hoesuck

why have you chosen to bother me

temptaetion

i have a crush on someone..

hoesuck

you have a crush on someone every week

temptaetion

nO I DONT

hoesuck

oh really?

temptaetion

shut up

temptaetion

but i really like this oneee

hoesuck

is it joon?

temptaetion

now how the fuck-

hoesuck

see my child

hoesuck

what you have failed to recognize

hoesuck

is that you are big gay for Kim Namjoon

temptaetion

can i buy his love with gucci

hoesuck

are u trying to be his boyfriend or his sugar daddy

temptaetion

if being his boyfriend doesn’t work out

temptaetion

being his sugar daddy would be second best

hoesuck

whore

temptaetion

bitch

temptaetion

can u talk to him for me plsss

hoesuck

can you talk to him yourself pls

temptaetion

you LIVE with him

temptaetion

you’re the better choice

hoesuck

but YOU want to be his sugar daddy

hoesuck

shouldn’t you negotiate with each other?

temptaetion

first of all, i want to be his boyfriend

temptaetion

being his sugar daddy is just a liability that comes with the title

temptaetion

second of all, arent you his best friend?

hoesuck

we are all best friends in the eyes of our gay jesus

temptaetion

i shouldve texted yoongi

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kpopfanfictrash · 6 years

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Ruin the Friendship (M)

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex)

Warnings: (oral, dirty talk, body worship)

Word Count: 8,062

Summary: your drunk ass best friend keeps calling you to take care of him and it wouldn’t be so awful, if it weren’t for The Feelings. (best friends to lovers!AU)

“Y/N!” a voice yells the second you enter the bar.

Music thumps through the room, hazy with the scents of sweat and alcohol – you wind your way towards the back, having difficulty seeing where you are going. People continue to bump into you, drinks nearly spilling at least two or three times on the way.

"Ah!” you yelp when someone steps on your toes. Scowling angrily, you glare at a stiletto-ed freshman. “Watch where you’re going,” you snap. In response, they giggle and drunkenly lope towards the bar.

Pushing hair away from your neck, you exhale, since you have only been here five minutes and already find yourself sweating. Continuing onward, you rise up on tiptoe because these people are not the reason you are here, the reason you are here is –

“Y/N!” Jungkook crows, nearly knocking you over in his haste to get closer. He buries his face in your shoulder, wrapping both arms around you while lifting you off of your feet. Jungkook’s breath is hot, smelling of tequila and mint; you groan at his antics, struggling to right yourself when he sets you back down.

“Jeon,” you bemoan, turning to face him.

Jungkook pushes a hand through his hair. “You came,” he announces, a giant grin plastered over his face.

Truly, the happiest people in this world are babies and drunk assholes.

“Yes, Jeon,” you sigh, tapping the screen of your phone. “Shall I read our exchange? You texted, ‘Hey, Y/N,’” you quote, scrolling through his messages, “’what shot should I do?’ Me: ‘uh, idk.’ You: ‘pick oneee’ Me: ‘ha u drunk already, kook?’ You: ‘I picked tequila’” Grinning, you look up at him. “Except you didn’t spell it tequila, you wrote ‘tewoya.’”

“Te-wo-ya.” Jungkook tests this version out. “Sounds… bitchin’.”

“Bitchin’?”

“Yeah. Cowabunga.”

“Lord,” you groan, as Jungkook cracks himself up. “O-kay,” you say, sliding one arm around his waist. “I think that’s enough of Drunkkook for tonight.”

“Drunkkook,” Jungkook repeats, happily draping himself over your shoulders. “Thanksforcomingtopickmeup, Y/N.”

“No problem.”

Grumbling, you make your way towards the door. Jungkook’s feet drag behind you, taking long, exaggerated steps to match your stride.

“Y/N,” he whispers, breath tickling your ear, “your legs are so…”

“Hot?” you supply, juggling his weight to push open the door. “Shapely? Toned?”

“Short.”

“Yep,” you say, shoving into the night. “There it is.”

“Hey, JEON!” someone yells and Jungkook glances up, nearly smacking your head to peer into the bar.

“Ow! Kook!” you complain, while he searches the crowd.

“What?” Jungkook yells, craning his neck towards the noise.

He finds the source near the pool tables; two dark-haired guys waving energetically goodbye. “SEEYA!” Hoseok yells, while Seokjin snickers into his cup. “HAVE A GOOD NIGHT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”

Jungkook’s mouth drops but before he can respond, you spring into action to yank him fast out the door. “Let’s go,” you demand, nearly tripping over a heat lamp in the process. “My apartment is only a block away, Jeon. Let’s go there.”

"Alright,” he pouts, mumbling something incoherent while he allows himself to be pulled. Placing his hand in yours seems like the most logical option – Jungkook does not seem to mind, trotting obediently behind you down the length of the Ave. The street is busy. Not as crowded as inside the bar but still, it necessitates a fair amount of winding on your part. It takes all your concentration just to make it to your front door, which means there is no time to contemplate the drunk nonsense his friends were spouting.

Jungkook, your boyfriend – unlikely.

Jungkook has been a steady fixture in your life for years. It is hard to remember when, exactly, your friendship began. High school was the first time you saw him – in all of Jungkook’s defensive, hockey star glory – but the first time you spoke was freshman year of University. Jungkook plopped into the seat beside you in Econ and you did a double take, not having realized he attended this school.

Perhaps you should have. In hindsight, it would have made more sense for you to have known, given all the scholarship attention Jungkook received senior year. It was not a priority for you though, you two had barely ever spoken and for him to accept a scholarship anywhere was not a blip on your radar.

Enter Econ 101. You noticed Jungkook in the same way you notice a lot of things – seeing them without really caring. Trees you pass on the street, buildings beside the one that you enter. Jeon Jungkook was like that to you, just another piece of scenery – until he reached out and tapped you on the shoulder.

“Yes?” you blinked, looking up. “Can I help you?”

He must have come straight from practice, since he was still dressed head to toe in athletic apparel – you rolled your eyes, since Jungkook clearly wanted you to know he was an athlete. The situation was made worse by the fact that you did know who he was, but not from college – from high school. Even worse than that, Jungkook did not seem to remember you at all.

He slouched low in his chair, arching a brow. “Yeah. Can I borrow a pencil?”

It was the worst pick-up line you had ever experienced. The sleaze factor was at an all-time high; Jungkook sat there with one eyebrow cocked, his right arm draped over the back of his chair. His legs were man-spread, as though waiting for someone to sit. Jungkook looked slightly bored, as though he were expecting a reaction.

He got one, all right – just not the one he was hoping for. “Are you serious?” you snorted, looking down at your notes. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Uncertainty flickered across his expression. “I – no? I really need a pencil.”

“Sure,” you said, nodding at his gym bag. “Whatever sports gear you have in there tends to become obsolete in the classroom. Maybe next time you should bring a bookbag if you want to take notes.”

That said, you resumed writing and Jeon Jungkook stared, confused by your response. He did not stay silent for long, leaning over to tap you again on the arm.

“Yes?” you responded, looking sideways.

Jungkook scowled. “There’s no need to be rude, you know.”

“Oh, please.” You rolled your eyes. “You and I both know what you’re doing.”

“Oh?” Jungkook crossed both arms over his chest – it caused his muscles to bulge at the action, which was thoroughly distracting. “And what, exactly, am I doing?”

“You’re being an ass.”

“Oh?” Jungkook nearly choked on his laughter. “By asking you for a pencil? Sure.” He nodded, waving a hand. “Alert the media. Jeon Jungkook is on the loose! Ravaging nearby neighbors for pencils, oh no!”

“Save it,” you huffed, turning forward. “It wasn’t what you said, it was how you said it.”

Most of his surprise had disappeared by this point – most of his confusion, too – leaving Jungkook simply curious. “How did I say it?” he asked, as if he genuinely cared.

Chewing on your lower lip, you debated how honest to be before deciding full-frontal.

“Like you wanted me to sit on your dick,” you said, swiveling to face him. “Your legs were spread wide enough when you asked.”

Jungkook’s brows shot up. “Shit,” he exhaled, chuckling to himself. “Wow…”

When he faced forward and said nothing more, uncertainty began to enter your thoughts. “Was I wrong?” you asked, peering at him. Strangely, you found yourself interested in his response.

A smile played at his lips and he offered a shrug. “No, you were right.”

When Jungkook admitted it, you grinned. “See? I was right not to give you my pencil.”

“Maybe.” Jungkook shrugged, tapping the edge of your desk. “But what about your name?”

Though you would never admit it (Jungkook seemed cocky enough as it was), your heart raced when he asked you. He was cute, charming but despite this (or perhaps because of this), you drew a hard line in the sand when it came to him. He was was clearly a fuckboy – that much became obvious during the first campus party you attended.

A few weeks into the school year, Jungkook, for whatever reason (pity, interest or other) decided to invite you to a party. The thought excited you, but from the minute you arrived to the moment you left, the two of you barely spoke. It was hours before you even saw him and even then, it was just a quick, “Hey, you came!” before Jungkook was pulled in the opposite direction to play beer pong.

You were alone the rest of the night, which is how you met Taehyung. Taehyung was older than you, uninterested in freshman games (drinking, or otherwise), and the two of you talked for hours until he walked you home and gave you a soft kiss goodnight at your dorm.

Taehyung was your boyfriend for most of freshman and sophomore year, until a mutual breakup occurred which maybe you should have seen coming. Taehyung was more of a free spirit, he did not like to be tied down and you liked knowing where things were headed. You liked making choices around your significant other and knowing they were taking you into consideration as well. It was not a bad breakup, not in the nastiest sense of the word – no one cheated, or anything, but the removal of Taehyung from your life was crushing. It left you half-empty for the better part of the summer.

Strangely enough, Jungkook became the one that you turned to. He was always there as a friend before that, but a friend with strict boundaries. Taehyung did not like him, for reasons he never revealed and Jungkook liked to joke that the only reason you two were together was because to him – you went to that party for Jungkook after all, which led to the two of you coupling. He stopped making those jokes once the two of you broke up.

Jungkook was the first person you called the night that it happened.

Taehyung left your apartment around dinnertime. He took with him his keys, his memories and once you heard the door slam, you collapsed onto the couch. The tears which followed were brutal, overflowing until you shakily lifted a hand to dial Jungkook's number.

“Y/N?”

He answered on the second ring, other voices loud in the background and dimly, you recalled it was Friday night – Jungkook was probably out and you were interrupting his fun. “Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, voice thick with your tears. “You’re out – don’t let me bother you. G’ni –”

“Y/N,” Jungkook interrupted, his voie sounding strained. “What’s going on? You sound weird.”

“I – well, Taehyung and I broke up.”

The line was silent for so long, you thought maybe he had not heard and your stomach sunk at the thought of having to repeat the sentence. Then, Jungkook swore, muttering something you did not quite catch under his breath.

“I’m coming over,” he announced, hanging up the phone.

Despite wanting to protest – he was clearly at a party; this was in no way his problem – the reason you called became clear the moment Jungkook walked through your door. You remember looking up from the couch, tears still staining your cheeks but some of the pain simply faded from him being there. It was strange. You did not know when Jungkook stopped being that guy from your high school, the dick from your econ class and instead became someone tangible. Someone necessary, a life firmly interwoven with yours.

He arrived later than you thought he would, but the reason soon became apparent when Jungkook held up Five Guys and tequila. “Had to make a pit stop,” he explained, shrugging out of his jacket.

You remember thinking he looked out of place, standing in your hall awkwardly clutching both tequila and burgers – you moved to help him, to tell Jungkook you were fine but instead of doing either, you burst into tears.

“Shit,” Jungkook muttered, dropping the packages and collapsing onto your couch. “Hey,” he exhaled, pulling you towards him. “It’s okay, Y/N. Just cry it out. I’m here.”

He stayed over that night and when you eventually stopped crying, the tequila was opened – you do not remember much after that, until the next morning.

You woke up precariously; that is the best way to describe it. One eye cracked open, then the other – both widening, when you saw your face inches away from the floor. Jungkook grumbled, turning into the cushions and he pulled the blanket with. You yelped when he moved, tumbling onto the ground.

It did not hurt, so much as it knocked the wind from your lungs – but you lay there like that, staring at his right hand dangling over the edge of the sofa. It was a struggle to piece together the events of the night, bits and pieces floating around in the alcohol. You remembered Jungkook laughing, pouring you shot after shot. One, for how Alienating Taehyung could be; another, for how Bizarre his choices in movies were; a third, for his Cantankerous responses to text messages in the morning.

Each letter of the alphabet got a reason, each letter received a sip of tequila and by the time you reached Q, you were both dissolved into giggles. “This is from Gilmore Girls,” you gasped, remembering where you had seen this before. “Lorelai and Christopher play this game after his dad dies, and – oh my god!” you shrieked, grabbing Jungkook’s cheeks and smushing them with your palms. “Are you a Gilmore Girls fan?”

“No!” Jungkook protested. He huffed when you booped his nose. “My mom just watched that show a lot when I was little... she... ah... FINE! IT’S A FUCKING AMAZING SHOW, AND SHE SHOULD’VE LEFT LOGAN FOR JESS!”

Things started to fade after that, but you vividly remembered the moment before you went to sleep. Jungkook was slumped in your cushions and you climbed up beside him, wrapping both arms eagerly around the breadth of his chest. He did not protest, body curling around yours to reach a hand for the blanket. Lying together was not a question, it was a statement: Jungkook would be there for you, without you having to ask.

Waking on your rug the following morning, you stared at the ceiling and realized this was not a good thing. Jungkook was not just a friend, he was your best friend and not only that, you were fresh from a breakup. You were still hurt, trying to heal and the last thing you needed was an added complication.

Jungkook was complicated. By some miracle, the sound of you falling had not woken him and, making sure to keep it that way, you slowly stood from the ground. Easing yourself away, you disappeared into your bedroom and collapsed on your bed. When you woke several hours later, Jungkook was gone. No note, no text – he just disappeared.

The two of you never spoke about that night, never discussed it and to this day, no conversation has occurred regarding the events of your breakup.

“Y/N,” Jungkook mumbles, nose buried in your neck. He is drunk and although this is annoying, you understand why – their hockey team lost earlier tonight, as evidenced by Jungkook, Hoseok and Seokjin getting tequila-wasted at the bar. The game was not life or death and they can still make the playoffs, but it was a game against a rival, which makes it hurt more than the rest.

There is a lot of pressure riding on Jungkook to perform and before you knew him, you might have dismissed this as him being an athlete, just another jock too caught up in the game. Now, though, you know him and know better. You know Jungkook’s dad is a deadbeat, his mom barely speaks English and it made his life difficult most of his childhood. Jungkook attends University on a scholarship because it is all he can afford and if Jungkook is anything less than perfect, his future is screwed.

Every loss is hard, because Jungkook equates loss with failure – it is your job as his friend to make him see the opportunity. You will try and do that tomorrow, when Jungkook is coherent enough to respond but for now you just grunt, lugging him in through your door.

“Y/N,” he mumbles, nudging your hair with his nose.

“Yes?” you say, patiently pulling him forward. The noise of your apartment muffles the outside when you kick shut the door – the sounds of a pregame down the hall disappear, replaced only by the soft whoosh of your humidifier.

It takes a moment to lock the door and when you do, Jungkook wanders off down the hall. He stops in your living room, a slight frown to his face, as though wondering how he got here. His mouth opens, then shuts, looking back at your hallway.

“Can I take my shoes off?” Jungkook asks, while you fight back a smile.

“Yeah,” you nod, crossing to him. “Take off your shoes and your jacket, okay? Do you want something to eat?” you call, heading into the kitchen.

Two thumps come from behind, as Jungkook does what you requested. When you open the fridge, he follows, padding along like a dog. “Yes, please,” Jungkook exhales, dropping onto a stool. “Do you have mac and cheese, Y/N?”

Classic pre-hangover food. “Lucky for you,” you nod, rummaging around, “I made too much last night. I’ll heat up leftovers if you promise,” you warn, pulling out a jug, “to drink a whole glass of water before going to sleep.”

Jungkook nods solemnly. “Promise.”

“Okay,” you grin, removing Tupperware and popping this into the microwave.

It takes a while to heat and while you wait, Jungkook hums an incoherent song – something which sounds vaguely like Monster Mash and Hotel California, mushed together. You largely ignore this, because singing is a large part of Drunkkook. Drunkkook has many phases, one of which is the giddy slap-happiness Jungkook seems to be stuck in right now.

The macaroni revives Jungkook – he eats enthusiastically, refusing to talk until the entire bowl is finished and only then, does he let out a sigh. “Thanks,” Jungkook burps, pushing hair from his face.

“Gross,” you say, wrinkling your nose as you hop down from your stool. “This is why you can’t get a girl, Jeon.”

“Can so,” he complains, watching you walk to the sink.

“Oh, really? Then why aren’t you with one right now,” you ask, looking over your shoulder. “Why’d you call me, instead of one of them?”

Jungkook stares at you for a moment, then shrugs. “You’re easier?”

“Flattering.” You roll your eyes. Turning the water on, you run a dish under the faucet. “Why don’t you head to my bed, okay? You can sleep there tonight.”

Jungkook nods, pushing himself up from the chair – his gaze remains slightly unfocused, wandering down the hall and in the corner of your eyes, you see his t-shirt fly over the sofa. “Jungkook!” you shriek, dropping the dish in the sink to dart down the hall.

Just another stage of Drunkkook – tequila shots equals stripping. There is no power on God’s green earth which can stop him. The moment the limes come out, Jungkook disappears and in his place stands an exotic dancer named Candy. He is already working the belt, leather mostly undone by the time you rush into your room.

“Whoa, whoa!” you blurt, grabbing his hands with your own. “Let’s just go to sleep, okay? Keep all your clothes on.”

“But it’s hot,” Jungkook complains, blowing hair from his eyes. It is unfair that, even sweaty and drunk, Jungkook still looks amazing – he stares back in your bedroom, gaze dark with frustration and it is hard not to imagine the situation as different.

This thought makes you shiver, a hopeless emotion you disentangle yourself from quickly. “Fine,” you agree. “Leave your boxers on, okay?”

Jungkook nods happily, pushing his jeans to the floor. When they are gone, he flops down on your mattress, rolling upwards to face you. “Y/N.” Jungkook lifts his hand in the air; an exact replica of the Creation of Adam. “Aren’t you coming?”

Hesitating, you glance over your shoulder. It would be best to sleep on the couch because Jungkook is big, your bed is small and if you slept pressed against him, you might not survive. That would make two separate occasions of being held in his arms and you do not think you could survive being torn from another.

“I,” you hesitate, shaking your head. “No, Kookie. I’m going to sleep on the couch, okay?”

Jungkook’s lower lip protrudes. “But we’re best friends. Best friends share beds.”

Stifling a laugh, you cross your arms over your chest. “No, they don’t.”

“Do too.”

“Do not.”

“Yeah-huh.”

“Nu-uh.”

“Y/N,” Jungkook exhales, falling suddenly quiet. “Please?”

He says this so simply, something inside of you caves and unable to think of a response, you walk over. Jungkook watches you carefully, hair mussed from his hands before he rolled onto his back. He watches you gently, eyes no longer as glazed as before. You take a deep breath, unbuttoning the top of your jeans.

“Don’t look,” you mumble – it is too late to hold any sort of conviction but Jungkook nods despite this, following instruction.

He drapes one arm over his face, revealing the flat strip of his stomach while you try not to stare. The sight inspires dubious thoughts in you, like licking various parts of your best friend’s body and you cannot allow such images to continue. Shaking your head, you step free of your jeans and walk to your dresser. You are careful to pick the least sexy pair of pajamas you own – tattered, raggedy bottoms with a plain white camisole and, pulling your blouse overhead, you hear a quiet intake of breath.

Craning your head, you spot Jungkook staring – he does not even try to hide his guilt, gaze locked on your hips. "Jungkook!" you scold, making him jump.

"Sorry!" he blurts, ducking his head.

After another peek to make sure he really is not looking, you unhook your bra and toss this fall to the floor. Tugging the camisole down, you grab your pants to hop, nearly falling as you yank them up to your waist. Facing your bed, you find Jungkook’s eyes firmly shut.

"Can I look now?" he mumbles, voice low.

When you nod, you realize he cannot see. "Yeah," you inform, pulling back your covers to sink down beside him. "You can look."

His eyes open. It is odd, you think, roaming his face. You are not the only one being careful, not the only one being safe – Jungkook seems cautious as well, holding himself to the edge of your bed. His body is tense, back nearly pressed to the wall. When you lower yourself onto the pillow, he stares for a moment.

"Y/N," he whispers.

"Sh," you respond, scooting closer. "Go to sleep, Jungkook."

He nods, lowering his head to the sheets beside yours. He is too big for this, you realize. Your mattress sinks to the center and after several long moments of fighting gravity, you decide to give in. It is like sinking into quicksand; your body slides forward to mold against his.

To his credit, Jungkook does not respond – the only noticeable reaction is an exhale, a tiny sound you know will haunt future dreams. He shifts and it is obvious to you both what he conceals but neither one of you mentions it, neither one of you says it out loud. You are not sure how long this moment lasts, a stand-off of wills but eventually it dissipates and your eyes slowly close. It is during the strange, drifting moment between sleep and awake you feel Jungkook's arm slip over your waist.

“Y/N?” he whispers, near the side of your face.

“Shut up,” you mumble, pressing closer.

He chuckles, breath warm at your ear. “Are you awake?”

“I guess so,” you mutter, “thanks to my dumb drunk best friend.”

“Not so drunk, anymore.”

Finally, you open your eyes.

He stares back at you, the room quiet but for the buzzing of the air conditioner in the corner. A car horn honks, dim in the distance and you hope it covers the sound of your beating heart because Jungkook can probably feel it, lying here next to you.

“Tequila move through you that fast, huh, Jeon?” you say.

“The mac and cheese helped,” he admits, toes brushing your shin. You forgot this fact about him; Jungkook sleeps like a child, curled into himself like a ball. It was something you found endearing that night on the couch – before he kicked you off it, of course. “I can’t fall asleep.”

“Oh,” you say, blinking back at him.

He smiles, the sleepy kind which crinkles his eyes. “Hey.” Jungkook changes the subject. “How are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” you say, expression shuttering. “I’m tired, I guess.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jungkook whispers.

When he says this, you sigh because you know what he means – but you do not want to talk about Taehyung. “I’m fine,” you mumble, as he shifts closer.

“When I broke up with my ex,” Jungkook starts, and you make a noise of surprise.

Jungkook never talks about his ex – a girl from your high school, someone you knew only vaguely. Her face is familiar but if you placed her in a lineup, it would impossible to single her out. Jungkook was wild about the girl; you would see them in the halls between classes, hanging over each other while they sucked face at the lockers. You remember hearing something awful happened between them, something which broke them up senior year, but in the entire three years you have known Jungkook, he has never once mentioned her name.

“When I broke up with my ex,” Jungkook repeats, quieter. “It was because she cheated on me.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods. “We did that, a lot. Problem was she fucked my best friend, too and I didn’t like that.”

“Jimin?” you gasp, surprised.

“No.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, his arm still draped over your waist. “My best friend from high school – Sungmin.”

“Oh,” you allow, relaxing into his grip. Jimin is on the hockey team with Jungkook; he is the star right winger and an absolute sweetheart. “I didn’t think he’d do that.”

Jungkook arches a brow at your mistake. “Anyways,” he continues. “She cheated on me, I found out over text and it was awful,” he says, looking down at the sheets. “All that to say I get it – sometimes you love someone and it doesn’t work out. It works out in the end, though,” Jungkook mumbles, voice heavy. “Things will always get better.”

“Will they?” you mutter, though you do not really mean that.

Jungkook’s hand closes around yours and you stare at the motion, unsure if you should push him away. It feels nice though, him touching you like that – fuck nice, it feels heavenly. Jungkook’s fingers brush over yours in a gentle, soothing motion.

“They do,” he nods. “Just think about the sucky things Taehyung did before you broke up. Was he distant? Annoying? Did he hog the bed, or something?”

“No, that was you,” you grin, shoving his shoulder. Jungkook laughs and you quickly sober, considering his words. “Well,” you start, only to hesitate. “No, never mind.”

Face burning, you bury your head in the sheets while Jungkook scoots closer, poking your shoulder. “Come on,” he complains. “Out with it – what’d Taehyung do?”

Fuck. Now that you brought it up, Jungkook will not let it go – tenacious, is a nice word for him. Stubborn as hell, is another way to describe him. Groaning aloud, you flop onto your back. “It’s more what he didn’t do,” you mumble, covering your face with both hands.

A hush fills the room, filled with everything you will not say.

“He.” Jungkook coughs awkwardly, clearing his throat. “What… didn’t he do?”

Taking a deep breath, you feel slightly dizzy – which is ridiculous, considering you did not even drink tonight. Lying beside Jungkook, talking about things you should not – it makes you feel dizzy, nauseous and the words come up despite yourself.

“Hewouldn’teatmeout,” you mutter, all in a rush.

Jungkook nearly chokes, sputtering before rolling himself closer. “That’s ridiculous,” he whines, returning his arm to your waist. “What a fucking pig. Can’t wait to spread that fact on campus – shit, Y/N. Doubt any girl will want to date him after this. Fuck him – and fuck Khaled, too! Go down on your wife!”

“No, no, no,” you groan, lowering your hands to look at him. Jungkook stares back, his face much too close. “It’s not like that.”

Jungkook seems surprised. “No? Then what’s it like?”

“He didn’t… he didn’t expect me to go down on him,” you explain, toying with a thread of your comforter. “Taehyung wasn’t unreasonable. He just didn’t like going down on others, it was this whole thing with him but,” you inhale, taking a big gulp of air. “It would be nice, I guess. To have a boyfriend who didn’t mind… that.”

Jungkook falls silent for a long moment. “Why just a boyfriend?” he declares boldly.

Your words dry in your throat as Jungkook stares back, oddly determined. Suddenly, you are very aware of the weight of his hand on your stomach. His fingers splay over the skin, tracing circles against your hip.

“I,” you hesitate, unsure how to respond – Jungkook cannot possibly be offering what you think he is. “I don’t know,” you frown. “I typically only sleep with my boyfriends. It’s a monogamy thing, something you wouldn’t understand, Jungkook.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “What does it matter?” he murmurs, fingers tracing in a way that sets every nerve ending on fire. “I’m tipsy and I want to go down on you, Y/N. Take advantage of that – take advantage of me.”

Now, your mouth nearly drops because there it is – your best friend, offering to eat you out, completely unaware of how badly you want it. “You – what?” you squeak.

Jungkook freezes. You two have been friends for so long, you recognize the drunk stages of Jeon Jungkook better than anyone – especially tequila kook, which is another thing in its entirety. Symptoms include false bravado, overconfidence followed by whininess, neediness and much cuddling. The symptoms start out one way, work their way upwards and then fade back. From the way Jungkook is staring at you now, you imagine the last of his bravado has just disappeared.

“Shit,” Jungkook whispers, eyes wide.

Then – so slowly, it could be a dream, you grasp his hand in yours to move lower on your body. Jungkook sucks in a breath, realizing what you want and before you can take it back, before you can question your sanity, he moves on his own. His hand slides lower, beneath the waistband of your sweats to brush over your underwear.

Both of you still, looking at one another – and then Jungkook continues, nudging the waistband of your panties aside. Jungkook stays there for a moment, finger slipping beneath the elastic to trace over your skin; he lets you get used to the feeling, relax into the motion and when you push your hips up, he tugs your panties aside. The sound reveals how wet you are, how wet you are for him and Jungkook inhales at the noise. His finger moves lower, making a perfect circle around your already swollen clit – you groan out loud, when he does it again.

“Shit,” he whispers, rolling closer. Jungkook’s hair falls forward to stare intently at the crux of your thighs. Both sweats and sheets are pushed to your knees but you remain covered by panties until Jungkook shoves these aside to spread your folds. He stares at your body, drinking you in and you know this should be uncomfortable but somehow find it is not. Jungkook’s fingers slide to either side of your clit, forcing your back to arch upwards on the bed.

“Fuck,” Jungkook murmurs, gaze drifting to yours. “You’re so responsive, baby. Do you like having your clit rubbed that much?”

Hearing him call you baby feels both foreign and right, as though it is the next logical thing in your pantheon of names. “Yes,” you exhale, wriggling your ass on the bed. “I like when you touch me, Jungkook.”

As though you have flipped a switch, Jungkook’s eyes darken. “Really,” he mutters, sliding a finger slowly into your cunt. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that, Y/N.”

Before you can ask what he means, Jungkook curls said finger upwards to press his thumb to your clit. Moaning his name, you fall back on the bed. “Jungkook,” you exhale, voice breathy beyond recognition.

“Mm?” he murmurs, lifting himself onto his knees. “Just relax,” he instructs, pushing your camisole higher. “I want to make you feel good.”

Nodding, you keep your eyes closed when he shifts – Jungkook’s hands find your waist, pulling your underwear down to toss onto the floor. He positions himself in between your legs, one on either side while he rubs circles on your thighs and Jungkook lowers his lips to trail kisses towards your sex.

“You have such a pretty pussy, Y/N,” he exhales, forcing your eyes to snap open.

“What?” you blurt, pushing yourself up on your elbows.

“I mean it,” Jungkook nods, still fixated on the sight. “Here,” he murmurs, bringing his fingers to your clit – he moves slowly back, keeping your legs spread so that you feel every touch. “And here,” Jungkook adds, finger tracing gently over your opening. “God, I’m hard just thinking about fucking you. But here,” he breathes, dropping a kiss to your most sensitive place. “There should be a whole fucking Netflix documentary about your clit – hell, I’d watch it.”

Never has someone revered you like this, never has anyone taken this much time to look at you, let alone tease and when Jungkook’s lips close over your sex, a whimper falls from your lips. He takes his time with your body, mouth opening slow so his tongue can nudge, lick and twist. He adds his lips to the motion, tugging the swollen bud into his mouth; intermixing this with gentle flicks of his tongue. The sounds you make are not human, entirely unrecognizable as you stretch your arms overhead, grabbing hold of the bed.

Jungkook continues mercilessly, demanding every inch of your pleasure while wrapping both arms over your waist. You groan, staring down at his head between your thighs, unable to tear your eyes away from the mess that he’s making. Every now and then, Jungkook pauses to look up – your arousal is clear, his lips shining and red; though you want nothing more than to taste him, he continues to refuse.

“Not until you come,” Jungkook purrs, reburying himself in between your thighs.

“Ah,” you arch, when Jungkook switches the motion. He drags his tongue up your clit, rubbing over you gently before pushing apart with his tongue – every swirl is sinful, purposeful and fuck, if anyone has ever eaten you out like this. The noises he makes are sloppy, obscene and Jungkook pauses only briefly before flicking over you again.

“Oh, shit,” you moan, fisting both hands in your hair.

Not his hair – although you want to – because Jungkook seems determined and you do not want to interfere with whatever he is doing. Your body has lost whatever sensitivity you had at the start; now you just want him closer, rougher, while he toys with your clit. You know you are close when you start to lose control; legs jerking up to frame his head, curse words multiplying on your lips but Jungkook just chuckles, pushing your knees apart to pin you down to the mattress.

He moves quickly, mouth open and you nearly scream, your body is so tight from the motion. “Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut. “Jungkook, I think I’m gonna come.”

As though you’ve said the magic words, Jungkook slows. He keeps you pressed to the mattress, holding you immobile but instead of the fast release he was giving, Jungkook slows to a crawl.

“Jungkook,” you bemoan, nearly breaking with frustration. Your entire body quivers, pussy soaked from his teasing and here this fucker is, slowly massaging your clit. It feels good – shit, does it feel good – but that’s hardly the point. “Make me come,” you whine, pushing your hips up to his face. “Please, baby, make me come.”

Jungkook groans, vibration soft on your sex – he nods, nose brushing over your slit. “Fine,” he exhales, resuming his previous motion. “Come for me, baby.”

“Oh,” you gasp, as he resumes rapid circles. “Fuck, your mouth.”

He does not respond, tongue too busy and then Jungkook reaches to insert a finger – game over. It has been so long since anyone has been inside you like that, since anyone has touched you and Jungkook’s finger, curved against your g-spot sends you over the edge. His arms hold your body below him, tongue still moving and it is hard to understand what you say, coming apart in his arms.

There is a moment at the top, when you think you might break – it seems too much, too intense for any one person but Jungkook continues to hold on and you decide to let go. He is there when you return, breathing heavily while opening your eyes. Jungkook looks up at you, framed between your thighs – he removes his finger slowly, dragging up past your sex.

Shiver crossing your spine, you stare back – then shift abruptly, pushing him back on your bed.

“Hey!” Jungkook exclaims, confused – he does not seem to know what to do with his hands, grasping the sheets awkwardly. “What are you – oh.”

He inhales when you shove his boxers down, closing your lips over his cock. Jungkook is already hard, pre-cum leaking from his tip and you know it will not be long before he comes in your mouth. Especially not with the way you are sucking him off, twisting your mouth to his base and back up, using your hands to help and getting them wet.

Jungkook groans, hissing while leaning back on his hands. He stares at your head between his thighs, bobbing up and down on his cock – you release his length with a pop, taking a deep breath to pull your hair back in a ponytail.

“Hold this,” you demand, before re-gripping his thighs.

Jungkook responds on reflex, wrapping your hair in his fist while you resume deep-throating. “Oh, shit,” he groans, trying and failing to catch his breath – but you are moving too fast, tongue dragging up him in time. The veins in his cock stand out, throbbing and you tease him mercilessly in response to what he did to you. Closing your fist around Jungkook, you start to pump up and down while sucking his tip like a lollipop – you look up to make eye contact, dragging your tongue over his slit.

“Shit, shit,” Jungkook exhales, hands finding their way to your hair. His hips rise involuntarily, moving you deeper. “Fuck, your mouth is amazing.”

Rather than answer, you moan, letting him feel the vibration while you suck him again. Jungkook whimpers, grabbing your hair to thrust hard in your mouth. You let him, eyes watering when he starts to take over. His cock hits deeper and when Jungkook is panting, grip tight in your hair, you tap on his waist to let him know he can cum.

As though waiting for your cue, his entire body slackens – jaw tight, eyes screwed shut, Jungkook lets himself go. Cum spurts into your mouth, cock still held deep and you wait until he is finished to pull off with a gasp. Jungkook groans out loud, having difficulty catching his breath – your own high is still there, lessening somewhat as the seconds tick by. Before you can do anything about this, Jungkook moves forward to push you back to the bed.

He buries his face in your hair, arms caged around your waist. “Fuck, that was amazing,” Jungkook exhales, half-buried in pillows.

You agree but you do not know how amazing, and therein lies the problem – your earth was just moved, entirely shattered and here Jungkook is, acting like you just ran a marathon. “Hey,” you exhale, suddenly hesitant. “This… it won’t be weird between us now, will it?”

For a second, Jungkook tenses and then his back muscles stretch, pushing himself up on your bed. “I,” he starts, then stops. “No,” he says, somewhat deflated. “It doesn’t have to be weird, not if we don’t let it.”

“Good,” you respond. Another moment passes before you sink down beside him; Jungkook’s hand slides over your waist, pulling you closer, but not like before.

You swallow, allowing your eyelids to flutter and wonder if feelings are somehow transferable. If the osmosis of touching can impart from your skin to his, leaving Jungkook wanting you the way you want him. Because that is what you want – him. That is all you have wanted for some time now, although you would not admit it yourself.

Jungkook stirs, gently pulling you closer. Your chests rise and fall, hearts beating in tandem.

"Why did you leave?" Jungkook whispers, so soft you think you must have misheard.

"I – what?" you respond, stilling against him.

"The night you and Taehyung broke up," Jungkook says, face half-buried in your hair. "We fell asleep on the couch and you left before I woke up."

"I didn't...” Pausing, you find yourself unsure what to say because this is entirely unexpected. “I didn’t know you realized."

"I did," Jungkook says.

"I didn't," you exhale, pulling back to look at him, "know that you cared."

Jungkook's eyes are unreadable. "I did." His arm is still draped over your body, torso pressed into your own. “I do.”

"Then why –”

"I messed up," Jungkook confesses, all in a rush. "I should have told you from the moment we met that I liked you. I should have asked you out then and there but I was too much of a coward and now, here we are."

Your brow furrows, unsure what he means. "What do you mean, ‘here are we?’"

“We’re friends,” Jungkook says, as though this fact should be obvious. "Friends," he continues, pushing the word past his teeth. "We’re friends, the best of friends and that's amazing – it’s wonderful because honestly, Y/N, you mean the world to me."

Some of the tension between you lessens; Jungkook's hands are warm on your waist, scooting closer on the bed. "Thank you?" you respond, unsure how to decipher his words. Everything Jungkook says feels like a blur, as though it is happening to someone else and you are just looking in. "You mean the world to me, too, Jungkook."

"Not in the way you do to me," Jungkook admits, then pauses. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

You frown, because it was probably sometime in high school, but Jungkook of course would not remember that. “I – uh –"

"It was in elementary school."

This shuts you up, completely floored. "What?" you frown. "We... we didn't go to the same elementary school, Jungkook."

Jungkook exhales, reaching up to massage the back of his neck. "We did," he confesses. "At least, we did for a year or so – I moved around a lot, you know my dad. I doubt you’d remember, but I remember you," he confesses.

When you say nothing, Jungkook takes this as a sign to continue. "So, my mom got me this t-shirt," he mumbles, glancing over your shoulder at the door. "Power Rangers were my favorite back then – all I wanted was to be the red one and for my birthday, my mom got me a t-shirt which read, 'It's Morphin' time!'"

Biting down on your lip, you stifle a grin. "Mhm," you agree, trying not to laugh. "That's sweet, Jungkook but I really don't –"

"My mom doesn’t know English very well. You know that," Jungkook says.

“Yeah,” you nod, softening. " I know."

"So," Jungkook exhales, tracing circles over your hip. “My mom accidentally bought this discount shirt with a typo – instead of 'It's Morphin' time,' it read, 'It's Morphine time.'"

Though you try not to laugh, your lower lip twitches. "Oh."

Jungkook stares back at you, lips pressed firmly together. "It's not funny."

"No. It's not."

"It's not," Jungkook insists, even as his eyes dance with laughter.

"I've never felt more serious in my life," you insist – before breaking away, covering your face with both hands. “Oh my god.”

Jungkook cracks up when you lose it. "Ah," he groans, leaning his forehead to yours. "She meant well, really – it was so sweet, but the day I wore it to school the kids had a field day."

When he says this, you stop laughing because the thought of Jungkook hurting is not funny at all. “This was… when we were in elementary school?” you ask, beginning to put two and two together.

"Yeah," Jungkook exhales, staring. "This is the part where you came in."

"Me?" you repeat, still struggling to understand. Elementary school was a long time ago, but – “Oh my god," you blurt, eyes widening. "That was you."

Jungkook nods slowly, scanning your face. "Yeah. That was me."

"It was you!" you gasp, nearly kneeing him in the dick when you press yourself closer. "Those stupid boys on the playground! They were picking on you and I just got so mad at them, I marched up and –”

"You called them all amoebas," Jungkook deadpans, upper lip twitching.

Clasping both hands over your mouth, you stifle a snort. "Oh my god," you mumble between fingers.

"You walked up to them,” Jungkook details. “Double ponytails swinging and scowling so darkly, I thought you’d come to join in. I thought I'd offended you with my horrible t-shirt – and then you turned around and pointed at the ringleader."

"Derek." You scowl. "What a prick."

"Yeah," Jungkook says, hands grazing the sides of your body. "He was a prick, but you walked right up to him and called them all amoebas. I doubt they understood what the word meant but you said it so scathingly, I think they assumed it was a curse."

"They ran away," you recall, smug. "Little punks."

Jungkook snorts, gaze softening the longer he looks at you. "Yeah," he says softly. "That was the first time I realized I loved you."

He says the words so suddenly, you cannot think of a response. It is like that moment earlier, when he called you baby and you could not understand why he had not been doing it longer. Jungkook’s words sink into your skin, leaving you breathless – and this is when you realize you love him, as well.

"Y/N," Jungkook whispers, gaze searching. "Please respond to that. It’s… kind of something I’d like feedback on."

"I," you inhale, the noise almost a hiccup. "Do you want to know why I left you that night?" you ask, returning to the first question he asked.

Jungkook nods, hands sliding to the small of your back.

“It was because I realized something," you say, letting Jungkook pull you forward. "When Taehyung and I were together you were a constant source of tension, because I kept comparing him to you."

"To me?" Jungkook’s brow crinkles.

You nod, since the memory is shameful to you. The facts are not pretty, are not nice – they paint you as the bad guy because while Taehyung had his faults, in the back of your mind you were falling for someone else. You were falling in love with your best friend.

"Yeah," you whisper, hands sliding around his neck. Jungkook’s hair is so soft, in contrast to the rest of him. "Whenever we’d argue, I’d think about what you’d do instead. Whenever I was happy, you would pop into my head. I didn’t know what to do," you whisper. "It was almost a relief when Taehyung and I broke up."

Jungkook just stares, face mere inches away. "You’re ashamed of it.”

Trust your best friend to understand how you feel. “Yeah,” you mumble, looking down until Jungkook’s fingers slide beneath your chin, lifting you up.

“Hey,” he murmurs, brushing his lips to your forehead. “Life isn’t perfect. People fuck up. That wasn’t the only reason the two of you broke up, was it?”

“No.”

“Then stop beating yourself up.” Jungkook exhales, wrapping himself around you. “Stop hurting yourself because of what’s past.”

He is right, you know that he is and your arms tighten, pressing your face to his chest. “I love you, too, Jungkook – you know that, right?”

“I know.”

“Not just in the best friends kind of way.”

“I know that, too.”

“Good. As long as you know.”

“I do,” he whispers, kissing the tip of your nose.

Author’s Note: Ruin the Friendship is continued in Part II, Over the Edge!

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STOP. TELLING. ME. TO. HAVE. MORE. STRUCTURE.

Really long rant below basically about admin. telling me there needs to be YET again more structure and I need to go over the rules all day tomorrow because one of my students walked out of my classroom to go fight someone. Therefore 31 students should lose instruction because 1 student wanted to be a hot mess. And they went so far as to claim my class went from the best class in the school to the worst and I don’t believe them and they better step off my class now.

I’m not saying they’re the greatest class ever. But don’t you come at my students if you aren’t helping, you don’t know them, you havent even STEPPED A FOOT IN MY CLASS, and you fucking lie about them.

I SWEAR TO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

IF ONE MORe, ONE MORE ADMIN. TELLS ME “have you tried to make your class more structured?” I WILL FIGHT SOMEONE.

Come. At. Me. Bro.

“Try a hard reset.” MOTHER-FUCKER. We did a hard reset last week when you pulled that bullshit. I’ve DONE my job WHY DON’T YOU DO YOURS. (What brought this one you might ask? Oh you know how I had a fight last week at the end of the day and they were all like “fix your room” well they didn’t even really suspend the students. TECHNICALLY in our handbook they are supposed to be out of school suspended for 3 days for a fight. They were in a in-school suspension room for 1 day. ONE OF THOSE INVOLVED IN THAT? She walked out of my freaking classroom and went to fight another student in another classroom. And I called the office I was like “She just stormed out. Idk where she is but I know she was upset about [student] from her bus” and they went and intercepted her. IS SHE SUSPENDED IN OR OUT OF SCHOOL? NOPE)

“GO back to the basics. Go over routines all day.” So my entire class should suffer and lose instructional time because one person left the room. One person you don’t want to suspend.

I get it. If they’re a huge mess, definitely redo routines and expectations. BUT ONE KID? ONEEE!?!?!?!!

“You know your class was one of the best of the school in the beginning of the year. But now they’re the worst.”

Alright. What. The. Fuck. FINE I’ll do a “reset” but you know what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna show them our Classdojo points. What we earned the first month, the second, the third, and this one. They’ve earned less this quarter for sure. Which is why we did a reset last week. Then I’m gonna mention that comment to them, that they were considered the best but the office isn’t convinced anymore, even thinking we’re swinging the wrong way. And I’m gonna let them know I don’t believe the office. I know they’re not the worst and we’re gonna come up with a plan together to show the office how wrong they are.

BECAUSE YEAh. I HAD A STUDENT WALK OUT. AND SHE FOUGHT SOMEONE LAST WEEK.

But I walked past a room during my lunch that had 4 students restrained because they fought and drew blood. I have seen some classes have a ton of their students’ names on the in school suspension list. MY GOD one class has had a fist fight every week, sometimes more than once a week. How are you gonna tell me my class is worst than that because ONE fight and ONE STUDENT WALK OUT and they’re chatty in the hallway after lunch (news flash: every class is struggling with that)

I am SO FUCKING OFFENDED for my students. HOW DARE. YOU. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TELL ME MY STUDENTS ARE TERRIBLE. HOW. FUCKING. DARE. YOU.

I’M TRACKING IT BRUH. ON ANY GIVEN ACTIVITY 80-95% are doing what they are supposed to. If I wanted to go so bold I’d say there are 2 students in my class who drag it down a bit. And 4 more who if not redirected will follow those 2. So 6/32 could do a heck a lot better. (15 are never an issue. and 11 depends on the day. Those 11 are also my baggage kids. The kids whose either got a parent behind bars, removed from parents due to neglect or abuse, or a parent / close family member had died. So some days they’re superb, and some days they aren’t doing good because its hard that day to not focus on those bad memories)

My unit leader was pissed about that conversation as well. The admin. also undermined him today so he’s pretty pissed. He also believes that this idea of “oh there’s some misbehavior? Do a hard reset” is stupid because 1. students have been here all year, they know the expectations & choosing not to follow it. No amount of walking the halls, writing expectations, and doing “rules days” will change that they don’t care 2. DISCIPLINE does however impact it and when there’s no admin. support then of course discipline suffers.

GODDAMN. FUCKING FIGHT ME IF YOU COME AT MY STUDENTS AGAIN. COME TO ME when they’re all tragic, on the loose, running wild, I’m doing nothing students. Until then back off because all you’re doing is telling me I’m not doing my job when I AM, YOURE NOT. and you’re telling me my students are terrible no matter what they do.

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imaginexsa · 7 years

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Darling (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! So here’s another Bucky oneee, well I hope this was what you wanted!! Sorry that I couldn’t think of a better name😅I had some fun writing the last part and I really hope that y’all would like it…enjoy!!

Request: @purplekitten30: Can I request a Bucky x reader? He’s been dating her for over a year and she’s just a normal civilian who works in daycare. He comes by the daycare often to bring her lunch and sneaks goodies for the kids so they always look forward to his visit. Cause who doesn’t love fluffy Bucky with little toddlers?

Epilogue

“Alright, kids, so what story should I tell today?” You asked the group of children sitting around you, each of them turning to one another as they started chattering. You were working at a daycare and during this timing before your lunch break, you’ll read them a story so they could listen while eating. You watched them with a smile, raising your brow as you saw one of the boys, a three-year-old named Nathan crawling onto your lap.

You placed your arms around him loosely as he turned to face you. Smiling, you brushed back his slightly long hair. “Hello, Nate.”

He looked at you with his big eyes, his eyes twinkling with adoration. “Hi, Ms. Y/N.”

“Why aren’t you eating with your friends?” You asked, a chuckle slipping out as you looked at him.

“They’re too loud and I’m not hungry yet,” Nathan replied, before looking up at you with a big smile. “And I like sitting with you, Ms. Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but find him adorable, especially when he says things like that. Chuckling, you tilted your head to the side as you looked at him. “You mean sit on me, not sit with me.”

Nathan looked at you sheepishly. “Yeah, that.”

You watched as Nathan picked up a drawing and showed it to you. You held it closer as you examined the drawing, seeing that he drew a figure with long hair and a grey arm, you recognizing who he was drawing. Looking at Nate, you smiled. “Why did you draw Mr. Bucky?”

“‘Cause I think Mr. Bucky looks very cool,” Nathan replied. You laughed and nodded.

“Yes, he’s very cool,” you said.

“Ms. Y/N, can you read The Ugly Duckling?” You looked up as you heard one of the little girls ask

“She already read that two days ago,” the boy beside her argued, making that little girl pout.

“Hey, hey, Julian, don’t be rude to Stella,” you chided, making the boy look at you with a pout of his own.

“Sorry,” Julian muttered.

“Why don’t you tell us some of your own story, Ms. Y/N?” Another kid asked.

“Yeah!” Julian perked up.

“Please tell the Avengers one again!” Stella piped up, the rest of the kids agreeing. “The one with the big bad aliens.”

You raised a brow, remembering what had happened, the fight between the Avengers and an army of aliens that happened around four to five years ago. You smiled and nodded as you started telling them the story.

All of the kids were so engrossed with the story that they didn’t notice the man who walked into the daycare, leaning by the doorway as he watched you tell the story with a smile on his face.

“Did Ironman die?” Nathan asked.

Stella frowned as she looked at him. “You know he didn’t, the Hulk saved him.”

You felt Nathan cower slightly in your arms, making you give Stella a pointed look, she apologizing as you continued the story. “As Stella said, the Hulk managed to catch Ironman and bring him back to the ground.”

Finishing up the story, you watched as the kids all started talking at the same time, telling each other what they’re favorite parts were.

“Hey, look! It’s Mr. Bucky!” One of the kids called out as all of them stood and rushed past you.

Turning back, you saw your boyfriend kneeling down with a grin as the kids swarmed him. You felt Nathan tugging on your shirt as you looked down at him. “Do you think Mr. Bucky would like the drawing?”

You looked at the drawing in the boy’s hands before nodding. “Absolutely.”

Nate immediately looked excited as he got up from your lap and ran to where Bucky was. You watched with a smile as you saw Bucky interacting with the kids. Bucky looked up, his gaze meeting yours. You laughed as he winked at you.

Standing up, you walked closer to the group, your brows raising when you realized that each of the kids suddenly had a lollipop in their hands. The kids noticed you standing there and immediately tried to hide their lollipops, scrambling away to do other things as they knew that you didn’t approve to them eating too much candy. You looked to Bucky as you crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a look.

“Mr. Bucky! Mr. Bucky! Look what I drew.”

You watched as little Nate made his way to Bucky, Bucky pulling the boy to sit on his thigh as he took the drawing. “Is this me?”

“Yes! Do you like it?” Nate asked, looking at Bucky expectantly.

“Do I like it?” Bucky repeated, looking at Nate, a grin on his face as he ruffled the boy’s hair. “I love it, thank you for the amazing drawing.”

Nate giggled before hopping off and looking up at you. “I’m gonna draw Ms. Y/N next.”

Before you could say anything, Nate ran off to start drawing. You chuckled as you shook your head, Bucky standing up. He hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you close, planting a quick kiss on your lips. You immediately pulled away as you frowned at him. “Don’t do that here, the kids will see.”

“They’ll understand,” Bucky assured, making you laugh as you stepped back. Bucky smiled as he held up a bag. “I brought lunch.”

The two of you took a seat at one of the tables, Bucky helping you take out your lunch. You thanked him as you started eating the sub that Bucky had bought for you. Bucky rested his elbows on the table as he looked at the kids playing before looking at you. “Nice?”

“Delicious,” you said, as you swallowed the food, smiling at him. “I was starving so thank you.”

Bucky grinned. “No problem, anything for my darling.”

You rolled your eyes as you felt yourself blush. “You’re so cheesy it’s disgusting.”

“But you like it,” Bucky countered, making you snort as you shook your head.

You watched as Bucky got up from his seat and sat down with the kids, watching as he started playing with them. You chuckled as you saw one of them running off the grab a container of magnets, Bucky putting his metal arm out and rolled up the long sleeve, allowing them to start sticking magnets on it. You smiled as you saw Stella standing behind Bucky and braiding his hair.

Finishing up the sub, you threw all the rubbish in a plastic bag and placed it aside, you rested an elbow on the table as you looked at Bucky adoringly, loving how carefree he looked around the kids. Sometimes you can’t believe that you‘ve been together with this wonderful man for more than a year. You remembered when you first met him, how distant he was but now he was just the sweetest.

You stood up and went to throw the rubbish away before standing by the table, looking at the kids play. Bucky played with the kids some more before he stood and made his way to stand beside you. You looked to him and chuckled, seeing the braids in his hair slowly come undone as he placed the magnets on his arm on the table. Smiling, you nudged him with your shoulder. “No missions or trainings?”

Bucky shook his head as he placed the last magnet on the table, turning his gaze to you. “I’m done for the day.”

You felt a smile slip on your face as you nudged him again lightly, Bucky placing his arm around your shoulders unconsciously.

Feeling someone tugging on your shirt, you looked down to see Nathan holding a piece of paper. Kneeling down, you took the piece of paper to look at what he drew, seeing that he drew you standing beside another person, holding that person’s hand. Pointing at the person, you looked at Nate. “Who’s that? It doesn’t look like Mr. Bucky.”

“Because it isn’t Mr. Bucky,” Nate replied.

Frowning slightly, you looked back at the drawing, wondering who it could be. “Then, may I ask who it is?”

You watched as Nate shuffled on the spot, looking very shy out of a sudden. Glancing up at Bucky, you watched as he shrugged back at you, kneeling beside you as he looked closer at the drawing.

“It’s me when I’m older,” Nate mumbled softly and you almost couldn’t catch what he said. You grinned as you ruffled his hair lightly.

“Aw, thank you, Nate, I love it,” you said.

“Really?” Nate perked up as he looked at you. You smiled and nodded, Nate immediately throwing himself at you, his arms hooked around your neck as you hugged him back.

Nate pulled back slightly to look at you, a big smile on his face. “One day, that would be for real.”

You chuckled, raising a brow at his bold statement. “I’m flattered.”

“Hey, you can’t have her,” Bucky said, making you and Nate look at him, Nate still holding onto you.

“Why?” Nate asked curiously.

Bucky glanced at you before looking at Nate. “Because she’s mine.”

Your eyes widened as Bucky said that. Nate held on tighter. “No, she’s not.”

Bucky raised a brow and you saw that he was suppressing a smile. “She is.”

Nate let out a huff, before turning his head and planting a big kiss on your cheek. He looked back to Bucky with a triumphant smile. “Now, she’s mine.”

You were speechless, surprised by the sudden action before your burst out laughing, hugging Nate close. “Yes, yes, I’m yours, Nate.”

Nate looked to you with a giant grin before you told him to go play with his friends. You watched as Bucky whispered to Nate that it wasn’t over, Nate sticking his tongue out at him before running off. Bucky straightened up beside you as he shook his head. “Kids these day, one moment he’s giving me a drawing, the next he’s stealing my girlfriend.”

You laughed as you crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a look of mock surprise. “Oh no, Bucky, darling, what will I do? It seems that we’re no longer together.”

Bucky gave you a look, making you laugh again. He slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you close, making you gasp at the sudden action. Bucky smirked. “You think that’s funny?”

You winked at him. “I think that’s hilarious.”

Bucky rolled his eyes as he gave you a peck on the nose, making you chuckle as you stood beside Bucky, leaning against him as you watched the kids playing, giving a short glance to Bucky. “I love you.”

You felt Bucky squeezed you slightly, a slow smile spreading on his face as he turned to give you a kiss on the side of your head. “I love you too, darling.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky oneshot #bucky insert #reader insert #oneshot #fluff

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debbieker-blog · 7 years

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Practice Challenge 1 (2º part)

Full House

I started shuffling the cards. My hands were kind of shaky and I had a weird sensation in my whole body. What am I worrying about? Nothing is going to happen, there’s nothing to lose. 1,1… 2,2… 3,3… 4,4… 5,5… Once the cards were dealt, I take a deep breath and put my hands on my cards to face them up “Wait…!” Sophie put her hand on mine right before I can turn the cards to see my game. I looked into her eyes. “…Good luck, baby” She looked nervous and concerned. Why are we doing this, again? “Good luck to you, too” I scoffed, trying to pretend I was relaxed about all this “Are you ready now?” She nodded “1…2…3!” We both turned our cards up to see our game. Good, I got 3 fives, 1 four and a 6. I need another 6 to have full house or a 5 to have four of a kind, fives. The last one is higher than the first one. I took my 4 of hearts “I’m changing this one” I drawled. Sophie was so focused on her game that she took my card and hit me with a new one without taking her eyes from it. “Here” She said giving me her card, I took it and give her one from the pile that was at my right side. She turned the card to face her and her eyes shined. Oh God! I turned mine to see it and… YES! I hope this is good enough! “Ok, so, at the count of three” Sophie started counting “Oneee…, twooo…, three!” We turned our cards face up. I showed a four of a kind, fives. I stare at her game petrified, I bet I pealed. “STRAIGHT FLUSH OF DIAMONDS! … I WON!” Sophie shouted relieved. I was paralyzed. After a few seconds, my voice finally came back ”… Great! I will fill that form tomorrow” I sighed. Sophie reached for me in a hug “I’m so sorry, Debbie” she mourned “Why? no, it’s okay, that was the deal” I explained more to myself than to her. I felt weird, there was that what if, again, making my stomach twist. I must get rid of that thought. Sophie saw my concern and started talking of something else, then we turned up the volume of the radio and start dancing like crazy with the music. She knows me so well, dancing always take my fears away. We end up exhausted and we went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up earlier than ever. I went for a run through the road, I needed be alone with my thoughts, but something strange happened to me I had the sensation that someone was following me. When I turned around I didn’t see anyone there. The same thing happened twice, but I guessed it were only my nerves getting on me.

Back at my room, I took a quick shower and get dressed fast. Sophie was still sleeping, so I silently exit the room and went down stairs. I walked over the mail table and looked for the selection’s invitation letter. During my run, I have convinced myself that everything was going to be fine, so, I was back to my happy state of humor. I started to fill the application letter with my name, caste, province, profession, age, physical characteristics, abilities… Wait, am I selling myself? because this is what this feels like. Anyway, when I finished I folded the letter in half and put it inside the smooth envelope. Then I put the radio on and start making breakfast. My dad was the first one to walk in the kitchen. “Debbie” he salute.

“Good morning, father. Breakfast is ready” I bring a plate with pancakes closer to him. “It smells good, thank you. Where’s your brother, Keelan?” He asked. “I guess he’s already showering. I’m going to leave his plate over here” I replied. “Dad…, I need to talk to you about something important, can I see you later?” ”Is there something wrong?” he asked in a concerned tone “Not at all…” I answered quickly “I will be at the barn, then” he accepted relieved, giving a bite to one of his pancakes I nodded. Then I took a tray with two plates of pancakes, a pair of carrots and the envelop upstairs.

I knocked at the door with my right foot, Sophie opened it with a sleepy face “Breakfast is here!” I exclaimed happily “Awe! Thank you so much, it looks delicious.” she said yawning I walked into my room and placed the tray on the desk, then I took the envelope then turned around to face Sophie holding the edges with the tip of my fingers covering half of my face. “Eat your breakfast and get ready, because we have something important to do today” Sophie gave me a shy smile “About that, Debs … you really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, I mean we never should have played with something that serious, I’m … “ “No! You know I always pay my bets and this will be no exception, plus, I’m okay with it, now. Don’t worry.” “Are you sure? So, we are okay?” She asked bashfully “Of course, we are okay” I gave her a hug “You are my best friend, I can’t be mad at you. Hurry up, then, because there must be thousands of girls waiting in line, already” She looked at me from face to toe and then gave me a grimace “You are going dressed like that?” “What’s wrong with my sweater?” I asked looking down at it, feeling offended “It doesn’t even your size! Put on something decent while I get a shower” I put on a pale green, closed buttoned, shirt, black jeans and dark green flats. Sophie get out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel “Well, that’s better, it looks casual and kind of formal at the same time. Luckily you look good without makeup on” “Thanks! While you get dressed I’m going to talk with my dad and my brother” I said looking at myself on the mirror trying to fix my hair “If you are going to talk with your father, then you won’t take long” I gave her a strong gaze and then walked to the barn, the big, red doors were wide open, I passed in and I found my dad at the end of the barn, helping the workers to make the mixture of hay and molasses to feed the cows. “Hey, father! Do you have a moment?” I asked “Yeah, sure. Let’s sit over there” We sat on some straw bales on the corner of the barn. “Well, I don’t know exactly how to tell you, this …” I don’t talk to my father like this very often and I have no idea if this are going to be good or bad news to him. “Deborah, I have a lot of work to do and you are making me feel anxious, here. Can you please…” “I’m going to apply to the selection, today” I said in a rapidly and explosive sentence Anger over took his face. I have never seen him like this, he stood up. “NO, YOU WON’T!” All the workers turned to see us, they looked scared and my face was paled. I don’t understand why is he so angry about this. We have never talked about it, not even to express our opinions. Well, Sophia is right, we have never talked about anything! “Why are you reacting like this? What’s wrong with the selection? I’m a single, young lady. Talk to me, at least for this time, wha… “ “Deborah, I said NO. Didn’t you listen?” In other circumstances or maybe another day I would have nodded and left the place, but not this time, my father must stop behaving like that to us, we are not his toys, we are his own blood and right now I need an explanation, and it better be a good one to make all this drama. “You will have to give me a reason” I murmured “I actually don’t. I’m your father” A vein popped out of his neck “YES, YOU DO! You never talk to us about anything and I’m sick of that” My rage turned into pain and tears started falling down my cheeks - …We have been understanding all this time, but I think you have to stop treating us like we are strangers to you. You know what? We are stranger to you, because you don’t know us at all. Do you even care about us? Why? What have we done to you?“ My father remain silence, holding his gaze on me. “You know, if you don’t want to tell me your reasons, it’s ok, I will do it anyway.” I dry some of my tears. “Do whatever you want” He shrieked, turned around and start walking through the barn “Get back to work, everyone” He shouted before getting out. All the workers returned to their activities instantly. I dried all my tears and take deep breaths, it took me some minutes to stand straight, after that I walked out of there and I found Sophie outside the house ready to go. I was still feeling that rebel rage inside me. Now I had a good reason to apply to this competition, no matter if it’s just to go against my father’s demand. This time I wanted to get picked!

In our way to the bus station I talked to Sophie about everything that happened between my dad and me before. She was as surprised as I was with his reaction. “All this is really strange, I thought he won’t even care about the selection, that he was going to nod and then forget about it” She said with a puzzled face. “It’s hard to admit it, but I thought so too.” Anyway, his reaction, it’s making me change my mind, now I want to do this more than before. I want to be one of those 35 girls. “That’s the spirit, girl! You are going to win this thing” I laughed “You went too far” When we arrived at the bus station I looked at my old watch to see the hour, it was later than I thought, then I looked around. We get on the bus.

When we arrived to Sota’s Services Office, there was a long line with all kind of girls waiting for their turn, some of them seemed to be there for obligation, some looked really nervous and others just couldn’t stop looking at their mirrors fixing their makeup and hair. “What’s taking so long over there? I mean we just have to deliver the application latter and that’ it, right?” I complained. “Don’t forget about the picture” Sophie added “What’s the picture for? The names are randomly picked, aren’t they?” “I guess it’s just to keep a register. Besides, after you get picked, the Prince will like to see your face” She said with mocking dreamy eyes. I rolled mine at her After almost 1 hour of waiting it was finally our turn. Sophie had to wait outside. A kind well-dressed woman told me to sign the letter and then to put it in a big box that was on the table, then she told me to go into the photoset room, where the photographer was waiting for me. “Stand over there miss” he indicated me in a grumpy tone. It annoyed me, but I understood, it mustn’t be fun to take pictures of thousands of girls all day long. I stand in front on the camera. “This is the face closed up, pic, smile, please” *click* I just hoped that my wide smile has obscured my red, swollen eyes. “That would be all, thank you” he said indicating me the way out the room with his hand. It’s done now and there’s no turning back.

Sophie’s agency called her, so she had to go. I went back to the farm, prepared some dinner and then sit down all by myself in the kitchen, remembering everything I said to my father. I regret it… I don’t regret the words I said, I regret the way I said them. Now I wonder if he really has good reasons to react the way he did about the selection. What if he knows something I don’t What if I did the wrong thing? No, I will not panic now that is all done, whatever it happens I will face the consequences of my decision with the best attitude. Suddenly I noticed that Keelan was standing on the door frame looking at me. I turned to face him with my eyes flooded with tears. My brother approached me and gave me a big hug, one of those hugs that heal the soul. “Everything is going to be okay, sis” He said stroking my hair “I don’t know anymore, dad is mad at me, but it’s all done now” I mourned with my head deep in his chest. “You should have told me first and we could have told him together” he crouched to face me “I’m not sure that would have made a difference” “Colton, a worker, told me everything … Debbie, I don’t know why he made so much drama, but please, remember that he loves us” he begged “Listen, I regret all the drama we made out there, but that doesn’t change what I think and feel … and I know sometimes you feel it too.” His mouth snapped shut. He reached a chair to sit across me. “So, you are going to be the next queen of Illéa, huh?” He joked giving me a smirk There he was avoiding and ignoring the problems, changing the subject like he always does. “Shut up!” I said throwing a small potato to him. He reached for my hands “I want you to know, you have all my support”

#Practice Challenge 1 #second part #selectionoc #Deborah Varker

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imaginexsa · 7 years

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I’ll Be There For You (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Heyy! Another Bucky oneee haha, I hope this was what you wanted😅 Enjoy!!

Request: @melconnor2007: Hi I was wondering if your still taking requests, could I request a one shot where Bucky and reader have been together for ages, and the reader has been coping with buckys nightmares and talking down the soldier when he turns into him, but she becomes exhausted doing that and working, and Bucky and Steve think it's a good idea to hire someone else to deal with buckys nightmares, not realising that it will hurt readers feelings and makes her think Bucky doesn't want her anymore, She try's to leave him and tells him she will help train the new person to deal with the soldier, and she packs her bags when Sam finds her In her room, and then goes to tell bucky and it ends all fluffy please if that made any sense 😊

You woke up as you heard a shout. Immediately sitting up, you rubbed your eyes and looked at the clock on your nightstand, seeing that it was 3:15am. Getting out of bed, you walked out of your room as you headed to the room beside yours. You saw one of the other room doors open, Steve coming out as he looked at you with tiredly, worry in his gaze.

Smiling to reassure him, you opened the door and walked in, closing it behind you as you heard someone breathing heavily. You walked closer to see Bucky lying flat on his back, asleep, sweating profusely as soft whimpers escaped his lips.

You slowly sat on the edge of his bed, reaching out and lightly touching his face. His eyes suddenly opened as he grabbed your hand as he sat up, looking at you with a wild look in his eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s just me,” you said, Bucky’s grip loosening.

Bucky didn’t say anything as he tried to even out his breathing, you moved your hand so that you could interlace your fingers with his, reaching your other hand out to cup his cheeks. “No one is going to come hurt you anymore, I promise. You’re safe here.”

He looked at you in the eyes, vulnerability in his gaze. “Will you be here?”

You gave him a smile as you nodded. “I’ll be here, now go back to sleep, alright?”

Bucky nodded as he laid back down, you covered him with the blanket and was about to leave when he stopped you.

“I hope it’s not a lot to ask for, but can you stay here with me?” Bucky asked, his voice soft.

You couldn’t help the smile that slipped on your face as you nodded as he shifted to the side, giving you some space. You laid down, both of you facing each other before he wound his arms around you and pulled you close to him as he let out a shaky breath, his body relaxing slightly.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said as you closed your eyes.

“You’re welcome, dear,” you replied as you fell asleep.

This has been a daily occurrence and you were always there to help Bucky. You’ve been with Bucky ever since Bucky came to the Avengers tower which was almost a few years ago. You were one of the top agents and when you first met Bucky, he was going through his Winter Soldier phase and no one could stop him, but somehow you managed to calm him. Ever since then, Fury had placed you in charge of Bucky and both of you were pretty much inseparable.

However, doing this for so long and almost every day, you were becoming tired. You had to juggle your sleep, your work and helping Bucky. Sometimes, you would have a very tiring mission and would go to sleep but you would be woken up by Bucky having a nightmare or worst. You didn’t mind doing that though, sure it was tiring but you love Bucky, you’re not going to give up on him.

Bucky woke up, feeling someone holding on to him tightly. Looking down, he saw you clinging on to him as you slept peacefully. He smiled as he brushed away a stray lock of hair, usually this simple action would wake you up, but you were still asleep.

Frowning, Bucky lightly touched your face, seeing the dark eye bags under your eyes as you just looked so tired. Bucky immediately knew the reason for it, feeling a pang of guilt in his chest.

He leaned down and kissed the top of your head as he pried himself away from you, covering you with the blanket as he looked at you. “I’m sorry for making you so tired, Y/N.”

Bucky went to go freshen up before heading out to find Steve, wanting to discuss with him about this.

Your eyes fluttered opened as you raised your arms and stretched, rolling so that you were on your belly. Taking a deep breath in, you realized that the bed smelled like Bucky. You smiled as you looked to the side, your face dropping when you realized that Bucky wasn’t there anymore. Sitting up, you looked to the nightstand, seeing that it was 12pm.

Gasping, you realized that you missed your morning training session. You rushed out and headed to your room to freshen up before going to find Nat as she was supposed to be training the new recruits with you.

As you were tying your hair up, you headed to the living room to see Bucky and Steve there.

“Hey, Buck, hey, Steve,” you greeted. “Have any of you seen Nat?”

They were about to reply when you realized that there was someone else there, a young female agent.

You frowned. “Who are you?”

“Her name’s Leila, she’ll be staying here from now on,” Steve explained and you nodded slowly, still slightly confused why there was an agent here because usually the other agents don’t come up here.

“Why?” You asked.

Leila stepped out, giving you a smile. “I’m here to be helping Mr. Barnes deal with his nightmares and when he turns into the Winter Soldier. My ranking is not as high as yours so I can be excused for most of my missions to help him.”

You felt shock, a sense of sadness filling you as you gave a fake smile. “Is that so?”

“I decided that maybe someone else should do it,” Steve said, Bucky still not saying anything.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain anything,” you told Steve before looking at Leila. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

“Really? That’ll be great! Thank you,” Leila replied, cheerfully.

You turned and started to walk away. “I’m going to go find Nat now, bye.”

When you were away from them, you felt a tear rolling down your face as you immediately wiped it away. Why didn’t Bucky say anything? Did he not want you anymore?

You sighed as you headed back to your room, sitting on your bed. So much for asking if you’ll be here with him. A day, no, less than a day of saying that, he found someone else.

You didn’t get it, Bucky would never allow someone he wasn’t close to touch him, much less be around him all the time. Taking a deep breath in, you decided to go to the gym and try to get rid of these thoughts before going to teach Leila the stuff she needs to know. You hated it but what could you do? Bucky already found someone else.

The thought of someone else other than you comforting Bucky hurts but you pushed that thought away as you headed to the gym.

After you finished everything you wanted to do, you headed back to your room. You took out a luggage and started packing your clothes. You feel that Leila should take this room instead, you’ll just move out of this tower, it’ll be better because you won’t see Bucky that much this way and besides it’ll be better for Leila to hear if Bucky needs anything or not.

“Hey, Y/N, ha-what are you doing?”

You looked up to see Sam standing there at your door. You just smiled as you continued packing. “Ah, I’m moving out, they found someone else so I thought she can use this room.”

Sam frowned at you, he could obviously hear that you weren’t happy no matter how much you tried to mask it. “Y/N.”

You just shook your head. “It’s okay.”

Sam sighed as he scratched his head, leaving the room to find someone to fix this, he didn’t like it when you were upset because you were always so happy that seeing you sad was something he never thought he’ll ever see.

As you finished packing, you took a deep breath in as you stood up. Grabbing the handle of your luggage, you turned to walk out but stopped when you saw someone standing in the way.

“Bucky,” you said.

Bucky looked at you before looking down at your luggage. “Where are you going?”

You felt a weight on your chest as you looked away. “I’m leaving. You can tell Leila to move in here, it’ll be easier for her.”

“Y/N,” Bucky started to say but you stopped him.

“Do you not want me anymore?” You asked, you willed yourself to keep your emotions locked away but you couldn’t help the crack in your voice, your eyes filling with tears as you looked down.

Bucky immediately walked forwards and engulfed you in a hug. “Y/N, you know that’s not true.”

“Then how could you replace me so fast? And just when you asked if I’ll be there for you,” you said, the tears freefalling now.

“You just seemed so tired and it was all my fault, I didn’t want you to push yourself too much,” Bucky explained as he kissed the crown of your head. “I’ll always want you, trust me.”

“I don’t care if this is tiring or not, as long as you’re here, I’ll be fine.” You pressed your face against his chest, your tears soaking his shirt. “Because I love you.”

Bucky was surprised as he felt the same yet when you said him, it felt like a wrecking ball hitting him straight in the gut. He never realized how much he loved and needed you as well, how no one could replace you.

“I love you too, Y/N,” Bucky said, softly before repeating it with more confidence. “I love you. So, please don’t go, I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”

“Do you really mean it?” You looked up at him tearfully as he wiped your tears away, a gentle smile on his face.

“Yes, sweetheart, you said that you’ll be here for me, so it’s also right that I’ll be here for you as well,” Bucky said. You leaned up and gave him a kiss on the lips, smiling slightly as you saw his surprised look.

“It’s funny how I always comfort you and this time you’re the one comforting me.” You chuckled as you rested your head against his chest as he hummed in reply, placing his chin on the top of your head.

“I love you,” Bucky said, tightening his hold on you.

“I love you too.”

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