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cimerran-714 · 3 years

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Hello! I hope you're doing well. The purpose of this short "composition" is to closely analyze some of the key H/Hr moments in the books (I haven't watched all the movies, so you won't find anything about the films here).

And I know it should be obvious, but I seriously don't mind the R/Hr or H/G ship. It's none of my business. So please refrain from taking anything out of context/misappropriate the things I say. I mean absolutely no offence to any Canon pairings.

Even if you don't ship them, I'm sure you can't deny that both Harry and Hermione have an incredibly close platonic relationship together. I've heard people narrate some of the "finest" H/Hr moments while explaining why they're fit to be soulmates. There's a high probability that you'd come across them when talking to a H/Hr shipper. However, there are a few scenes in the books (which, in retrospect, are really 'sweet') I haven't heard others talk about often.

In this essay, I'd like to share some of the best scenes in the Potter books, immediately followed by an underrated moment.

Let's dig in.

Best moment:

The hug in Philosopher's/Sorceror's Stone.

Ah, isn't it obvious? This is certainly one of the finest moments that kickstarts the strong dynamic between Harry and Hermione. I really like this scene. It's powerful on a number of levels.

Romione shippers tend to provide a parallel to exemplify the attraction between the remaining members of the Golden Trio (Hermione apologizing about Scabbers and sobbing onto Ron's shoulders). But in my eyes, there's certainly something different about her hugging Harry.

Firstly, we've got to consider the context. When Hermione embraced Ron, it happened on the second page of a different chapter. On the contrary, anything that occurs at the end of any chapter/book sticks in our minds for a long time.

I'm going off on a tangent here, just to make sure you get the point. This trope (though I'm not sure I can it that) happens a lot of times in the Harry Potter books.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley... He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter -- the boy who lived!"

This scene hits home for a lot of reasons.

Look, most of us can't help feeling sorry for Harry here. His parents are dead, which (as McGonagall claimed) is a horrible thing to have happened. We've also seen at the beginning of the book that the Dursleys hate the Potters.

It's distressing to realize that a one-year-old is about to be raised by a family who doesn't like him at all.

And the fact that the entire wizarding world is celebrating Volde... sorry, You-Know-Who's downfall, while the boy sleeps on innocently (without any knowledge of what's just happened), is even more saddening. No, he simply couldn't know what'd happened to his life, that witches and wizards all over the country are toasting him.

It's bittersweet.

Moving on:

Deciding that he'd worry about the Hogsmeade form when he woke up, Harry got back into bed and reached up to cross off another day on the chart he'd made for himself, counting down the days left until his return to Hogwarts. Then he took off his glasses and lay down; eyes open, facing his three birthday cards.

Extremely unusual though he was, at that moment Harry Potter felt just like everyone else -- glad, for the first time in his life, that it was his birthday.

This is, yet again, another 'Aww' moment at the end of a chapter. How can you not feel sorry for Harry? Most thirteen-year-olds have already enjoyed a lot of birthdays in the past. But for him, it's something new.

He's glad that it's his birthday for the first time. If I didn't know better, JKR wants us to sympathize with Harry.

And here's a final example:

Harry spun around to see Hermione pointing her wand at Ron, her expression wild: the little flock of birds was speeding like a hail of fat golden bullets toward Ron, who yelped and covered his face with his hands, but the birds attacked, pecking and clawing at every bit of flesh they could reach.

"Gerremoffme!" he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and disappeared through it. Harry thought he heard a sob before it slammed.

I do feel for Ron, getting attacked by a flock of birds was certainly uncalled for. But don't you get the point? The "sob" momentarily diverts our attention towards Hermione.

"Poor Ron, that must have hurt... oh, dear, Hermione's crying."

I think you know what I'm talking about. It's the same thing that happened when Hermione embraced Harry and called him a "Great wizard."

Yes, the H/Hr hug doesn't occur at the last line or anything, but it's certainly just a page before the chapter ends.

"But Harry -- what if You-Know-Who's with him?"

"Well -- I was lucky once, wasn't I?" said Harry, pointing at his scar. "I might get lucky again."

Hermione's lip trembled, and she suddenly dashed at Harry and threw her arms around him.

"Hermione!"

"Harry -- you're a great wizard, you know."

"I'm not as good as you," said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him. "Me!" said Hermione. "Books! And cleverness! There are more important things -- friendship and bravery and -- oh Harry -- be careful!"

That's one reason why it's meaningful!

Also, note that Harry's just about to face the 'Big Bad' (at a moment when 'Danger lies ahead of them and safety lies behind'). No one's noticed them hugging, too.

And it wasn't in front of the Portrait Hall or anything, either.

It was deep beneath the ramifications of the castle. It was (probably) around midnight, too.

The situation (arguably, the fate of the wizarding world rests on Harry's shoulders now).

The dialogue ("You're a great wizard, you know" instead of "I'm so sorry about Scabbers")

The atmosphere (It was late at night).

The fact that they were just kids.

All of these make the hug so powerful.

Oh, and it was the first book in the series. 2- Underrated moment:

Harry (and yes, Ron too) saving Hermione from the troll.

What's interesting here is:

1- Harry was the one who immediately thought of Hermione after Dumbledore ordered the Prefects to take everyone to their dormitories (Not Ron).

2- Harry isn't smug about having just saved a stranger's life.

A stranger, moreover, who was considered "interfering".

On the other hand, Ron is a little git.

They passed different groups of people hurrying in different directions. As they jostled their way through a crowd of confused Hufflepuffs, Harry suddenly grabbed Ron's arm.

"I've just thought -- Hermione."

"What about her?"

"She doesn't know about the troll."

Ron bit his lip.

"Oh, all right," he snapped. "But Percy'd better not see us."

It's pretty obvious that, if given the choice, Ron would rather not go after the girl he'd teased in class.

Harry then did something that was both very brave and very stupid: He took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.

Harry's saving both of their lives here (while endangering his own).

Remember that he's only eleven.

"We should have gotten more than ten points," Ron grumbled.

"Five, you mean, once she's taken off Hermione's."

"Good of her to get us out of trouble like that," Ron admitted. "Mind you, we did save her."

"She might not have needed saving if we hadn't locked the thing in with her," Harry reminded him.

Ron thinks they were doing Hermione a favour. Harry, however, is a tad more level-headed. And sensible.

Also, it's somewhat of a stretch, but I believe it proves the point that Harry's true nature is like his mother's (James Potter had boasted around after he saved Snape's life).

Yes, I know it's such a cliche, but Harry is pure at heart.

3-Best moment:

The "mythical" Hippogriff ride:

Now, I've personally never thought much of it. It's a good chapter, yes, but bringing animals into a Shipping war is just... meh.

It's the trust that Harry had in Hermione (when she pulled out the Time turner) that interests me.

Anyhow, it's a pretty common argument posed by H/Hr fans.

Quoting from Wikipedia:

In some traditions, the hippogriff is said to be the symbol of love, as its parents, the mare and griffin, are natural enemies. In other traditions, the hippogriff represents Christ's dual nature as both human and divine.

It occurred in the wee hours of the morning, so I suppose it does have a slightly "mythological" (I can't think of a better word) feel to it.

Again, I'm not sure I can call it my favourite part of the book, especially as Hermione wasn't enjoying riding on Buckbeak.

Underrated moment:

Having fun talking about Filch and Madam Pince.

Enjoying the fact that they could speak normally again, they made their way along the deserted lamp-lit corridors back to the common room, arguing whether or not Filch and Madam Pince were secretly in love with each other.

For Romione shippers who believe that Harry and Hermione are "boring" together, it's a rude awakening.

No, the "arguing" doesn't mean they were actually in a disagreement. It's clear that both of them were having fun.

Enjoying their time, in fact.

It's one of the few 'Harmony' scenes in Half-blood Prince.

I do not believe that either of them was consciously aware of their feelings towards each other, either.

And if it's just a coincidence that they were enjoying talking about being in love, it's certainly a bizarre one.

4-Best moment:

Visiting Godric's Hollow together

"'The last enemy that shall be defeated is death'..." A horrible thought came to him, and with a kind of panic. "Isn't that a Death Eater idea? Why is that there?"

"It doesn't mean defeating death in the way the Death Eaters mean it, Harry," said Hermione, her voice gentle. "It means... you know... living beyond death. Living after death."

But they were not living, thought Harry. They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents' moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.

Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something o give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parents' grave.

As soon as he stood up he wanted to leave: He did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around Hermione's shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore's mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate.

If it was intended to be a totally platonic visit, why a pose that's very romantic? Also, as someone else had mentioned in their blog, Harry rarely (if never) initiates physical contact with anyone.

There's also a kissing gate present in the Church.

It seems as if JKR has got a flair for writing co-incidences that further cement the H/Hr relationship.

Underrated moment:

Ernie Macmillion's change of heart:

This is simply beautiful, and even more so as Macmillion was aware that Harry can speak Parseltongue (an ability commonly associated with Dark Wizards).

What happens when students are mysteriously turning into stone, and you figure out that one of them was "egging on" a snake during a duelling club? A boy, moreover, who dislikes the Muggles he lives with? Someone who managed to defeat Lord Voldemort himself?

Hmm...

The logical conclusion would be that Harry's got a hand in it. Ernie believed that Harry Potter was the one Petrifying everyone, even a few weeks/months after the attacks stopped.

What takes the Hufflepuff to bring him to his senses?

The fact that Harry would never harm his Muggle-born friend.

I know it's a little thing, but it shows that the whole school (indeed, Ernie belonged to a different House) was aware of how close Harry and Hermione were together.

Note that he'd apologized immediately after a double-attack.

"Harry, harm Hermione Granger? Impossible!"

Macmillian was the one being paranoid, and told tales about Harry to Hannah Abbot.

And yet a single thing changed his mind completely.

To wind up, I'mma give you another part from the first book:

It was as though an iron fist had clenched suddenly around Harry's heart. Over the rustling of the trees, he seemed to hear once more what Hagrid had told him on the night they had met: "Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die." "Do you mean," Harry croaked, "that was Vol-" "Harry! Harry, are you all right?" Hermione was running toward them down the path, Hagrid puffing along behind her.

What's noteworthy is that Hermione apparently doesn't care about staying close to Hagrid and protecting herself. She's so worried about what's happened to Harry that she's rushing along in front of Hagrid.

Throughout the books, you can see Harry being protective of Hermione.

The feeling's mutual ;)

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juyeoniemyhoney · 4 years

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a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be

You love Jungkook. You’ve always known that much. But after living under the same roof for a year, you finally realise that your love for Jungkook is not at all platonic but in all ways romantic. Your feelings only build as another year passes and finally, one grocery run later, you tell him how you feel. Spoiler alert, it doesn’t end well.

-pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

-genre: angst, just angst all the way.

-warnings: swearing, Jungkook’s a little bit of an ass in this one

-word count: 3775 words

-A/N: hii this is my first time posting on tumblr but i’ve been writing since like 2016 lol. i hope you like this depressing imagine and stay tuned for more imagines that are coming soon. also, i don’t really even like the ending and i feel like i dragged this out wayyyy more than i should have but oh well, i hope you enjoy it anyway. please let me know what you think and feel free to leave feedback so that i can improve!

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When you decided to live with your best friend, you should’ve known you were bound to fall in love.

Flashback to senior year of high school. The two of you had miraculously graduated with incredibly average grades. Jungkook got into university solely because of his outstanding performance on the rugby team and you had gotten in thanks to pure luck. Seriously though, that was a really close shave. Anyway, the decision to live together when the two of you realised that you were going to the same university came as easy as a spring breeze.

Which thus began the deterioration of your heart.

Ever since you met Jungkook in your first year of primary school, his big eyes and beaming smile had always tugged at something in your chest. You had never denied this feeling, assuming it was because you love Jungkook, which you did, just platonically. But having to live with Jungkook made you realise that even though you were with him most of the time, you never really wanted to leave his side.

For years, you had denied any thought that maybe you might be in love with Jungkook. But you had taken every single thought by the throat and stuffed it deep, deep down inside you, into the deepest, darkest corners of your being, forgotten and left to rot. Every single time your heart fluttered when you looked at him, every single time your skin tingled when he touched you, every single time your cheeks blushed when he did something for you, you had stopped yourself from feeling those things, those pesky little butterflies in your stomach because Jungkook is your best friend, nothing more, nothing less. Even though you know that he always meant more to you than you did to him.

The one thing you dreaded once you realised that you love Jungkook more than a friend, was your monthly grocery run. When the both of you had first bought the flat — which you had only been able to afford thanks to Jungkook’s kind, high-rolling parents — you had both agreed to always go grocery shopping together, no matter what. You’re not really sure how this agreement came about, but at the time, it didn’t really matter to you because Jungkook was just Jungkook then.

But now that Jungkook is Jungkook, your crush, your heart cannot help but swell with how domestic grocery shopping with Jungkook always sounds.

And grocery shopping with Jungkook is what you are going through right now.

Right now, a year after realising that you are romantically in love with Jungkook and two years after moving in with your best friend, Jungkook stands next to you in the feminine products aisle, holding a crumpled piece of paper with grocery items carelessly scrawled on it, his other hand on the shopping cart that is a quarter-filled with household items that the two of you need to last until the next month. Despite how this situation is not at all scary, your heart beats like you are hanging precariously over a high ledge, palms clamming up as you nervously ball up the fabric of your shirt.

“Which one is it?” Your saliva is stuck halfway down your throat when he asks the question, causing you to choke and cough the saliva up. You seriously need to get better at hiding your nervousness around him, if this even counts as hiding it, seeing as how you are literally not being normal, cool, or calm. You mentally face palm yourself for being you.

“Um, I don’t see it,” you reply as calmly as you can, relaxing a little when you hear that your voice does not waver at all.

“Here! Isn’t it this one?” Jungkook exclaims suddenly, scaring the absolute shit out of you and causing you to jump up in surprise, letting out a squeak when you see that it is the brand of pads that you use. You shove the thought that Jungkook does pay attention to you and tell yourself that it is because he has to see it on top of the cabinet in your shared bathroom every time he goes into it. He has lived with you for two years, of course he knows what brand you use, you idiot.

“Yeah, thanks,” you mutter as you throw three packets into the cart before walking off, hands casually locked behind you as you roam the aisles, not sparing Jungkook another glance as he pushes the cart and follows behind you. You refuse to look at Jungkook and have your cheeks heat up again, especially not after he caught you blushing when you first met up with him fifteen minutes ago.

Despite the fact that Jungkook had gotten into university solely thanks to rugby, he had surprised everyone by deciding to major in film. Though you had been a little surprised, you knew that film, or anything that had to do with a camera for that matter, had always fascinated Jungkook. And now in his third year of university and a certified adult, Jungkook had decided to get a job and stop relying on his parents. A little later than everyone else, but at least he finally decided to stop splurging the monthly allowance he got on cocktail nights at the bar around the corner. The job he got was a good step for Jungkook but a horrible one for you for he had decided to audition for a modelling company. And he got in.

Which is why you don’t want to even spare him a glance. Because Jungkook had just gotten off work which meant that he had his hair done up, soft strands of light brown styled so that it was out of his eyes, allowing the light to hit his usually hidden, dark brown eyes, turning them a golden brown that reminded you of slow-dripping, melted caramel. And even though all he is wearing is a sky blue shirt and navy slacks, your mind and heart is going absolutely feral at how well they compliment him, high-waisted slacks cinching his waist and loose shirt hanging off of his broad shoulders. You realise that your arms ache to hold him.

“What’s next on the list?” you ask, derailing your thoughts, as you nonchalantly survey the aisles so that you don’t have to turn around and look at Jungkook, even though you want to. You want to look and never stop. But he can’t know that.

“Cereal,” he answers, catching up to you so that he is walking next to you, the end of his sleeve brushing the top of your shoulder. You give into your urge to look up at him and immediately, as if someone has punched you right in the gut, the wind is knocked out of your lungs because he is already staring down at you, a small smile tilting the corner of his lips up. You can quite literally feel your pupils dilate and you pray to god that he did not see it as you quickly but— you hope —casually turn your gaze away from him, nonchalantly asking, “Oh, we ran out?”

“Yeah,” he replies, stopping to retrieve the cereal from the shelf. You reach out too but he beats you to it, knowing full well that you will never be able to reach the cereal that only sits on the highest shelf. Your heart stops for a while when you can feel him unintentionally press into you, chest brushing up on your ponytail, heat radiating from his body and pulling sweat from the pores of your palms. But the warmth quickly retracts with him as he pulls away from the shelf and haphazardly dumps the box of cereal into the cart before setting off, pushing the cart forward and out of the aisle, leaving your frozen form in the dust.

You quickly snap out of it and follow Jungkook.

As you trail behind him, pretending to look at products along the way so that you can stay behind him and play with your thoughts, your mind wanders off. All too suddenly, you are daydreaming, imagining yourself as courageous as you confess your harboured feelings to Jungkook. In this alternate universe that your imaginative mind has created, Jungkook beams down at you and accepts your confession, confessing that he too had been harbouring feelings for you. Jungkook calling your name snaps you out of your delusions.

“Y/n?”

It takes you a little too long to realise that he is talking to you but when you do, you reply with the most flustered, the most nervous sounding what you have ever heard leave your mouth.

“I asked you if you wanted Nutella,” Jungkook patiently asks again. Far too nervous to properly internalise the question and reply with a proper answer, you haphazardly shake your head and pretend to wander off into an aisle filled with shampoo. You honestly don’t know why you said no. Nutella runs in your blood and your stupid diet — which is really just you being far too lazy to actually get up and make food — has your body aching for Nutella. But your pride runs deeper than you expect and you do not correct yourself, allowing Jungkook pass by the Nutella without another glance.

Now back to overthinking. One of the reasons why you liking Jungkook is so bad is because, well, he has a fucking girlfriend, one who he loves very much. Plus, as if the universe absolutely fucking hated you, Jungkook had told you about said girlfriend, on the bloody day that your stupid ass had finally realised that you were romantically attracted and in love with Jungkook. And as if punching you in the face wasn’t enough, the universe had pierced your heart with the fact that you knew this girl. He had started dating Yoora. And you loved Yoora. Or more specifically, you found it humanly impossible to hate that girl.

Ever the polite and sweet girl, Yoora had helped you pick up the wind-scattered pages of the love story you had written, handing them to you with a sweet smile and wishing you a good day ahead as she walked off. After that, you seemed to see her everywhere. So much so, that she had finally decided to approach you one day and become acquainted with you.

The aching pain of your unrequited love only continued, with each glance at Jungkook. You had also third-wheeled on a number of their dates and watching Jungkook look at Yoora, or someone who wasn’t you for that matter, with so much love squeezed your heart painfully, as if the universe was trying to wring a towel dry and your heart so happened to be said towel.

And Yoora being nice to you isn’t helping either. She has always looked at you kindly even though you are literally living with her boyfriend. Maybe she has always assumed you are gay or don’t harbour any feelings for Jungkook, or maybe she has always thought the best of you, that even if you did have feelings for Jungkook, you would never even dare try for him.

So how on earth are you supposed to love him when Yoora’s kind and understanding eyes always flash through your mind when you think about Jungkook? How on earth are you supposed to hate her for stealing Jungkook away from you when she has been nothing but nice to you? But at the same time, how on earth are you supposed to like Yoora when she is the reason Jungkook is impatiently waiting for you to finish with your last year in university so that you can finally move out? How on earth are you supposed to like her when she is all that occupies Jungkook’s mind, leaving you forgotten like you are some childhood toy that Jungkook has grown out of? How are you supposed to live at all when those three fucking words take over your body like a goddamn curse, seizing control of your feelings like your heart is some kind of airplane and your feelings for Jungkook are forcing your heart into a nosedive, flying straight into the ground and shattering the feeble vessel?

The answer is that you can’t. You can’t fucking live.

“Is that all?” Jungkook asks you after about ten minutes. You did not even notice that you were lost in your shitty thoughts for that long. When you raise your head to look at the cart instead of the floor, you see that it is filled with groceries that will be a pain in the ass to carry home alone. Right, you totally forgot Jungkook is meeting Yoora right after this, which means you’ll probably have to carry everything back by yourself, seeing as how you’ve been carrying groceries home by yourself for the past three months.

“Yeah,” you reply after your eyes lazily scan over the items, looking up to give Jungkook a weak smile before walking away and leading the way to the cashier.

Silently, the two of you load the items onto the conveyor belt one by one, allowing the cashier to scan and pack the items into flimsy plastic bags before handing them to you. Jungkook pays since it is his turn and quickly tucks his wallet into his pocket before rushing to help you by taking most of the plastic bags from your hands, leaving you with only one bag. Against your own will, your heart swells with love.

“Aren’t you meeting Yoora?” you question him as the two of you begin to walk out of the building. Jungkook turns to you and flashes you a bright grin, one that has something splintering in your chest and your breath hitching.

“I told her to wait a little longer,” he answers, smiling sheepishly, tone hinting that he feels guilty for ditching you for the past three months. As he should. You reply with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Also,” he starts, trailing off a little as he pauses to let you walk ahead little before switching places with you so that he is walking on the outer side of the pavement, steps spilling onto the grass when the both of you have to squeeze past people who selfishly idle on the pavement, lingering outside shops for smoke breaks. Your heart’s quickening beat rings in your ears. You ignore it and flash him a grateful smile before he continues his sentence.

“As I was saying, what’s up, Y/n? You’ve been a little off these days,” Jungkook questions, taking his eyes off the pavements to periodically glance at you, eyebrows knitted together in a concerned frown, teeth worrying his bottom lip.

Of course Jungkook would think something is fishy. Once upon a time, the both of you could easily read each other like a children’s picture book, it was foolish of you to think that just because he prioritises his girlfriend before you, doesn’t mean that he can’t read your behaviour. It was foolish of you to think that Jungkook had changed at all. So far, he seemed normal. Maybe it was just you.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’ve been cold lately. If you haven’t realised, all you’ve said to me throughout this whole shopping trip were short sentences that end the conversation straight away. And I know you’re always working on your essays for your classes but we don’t even have movie night anymore. Not to mention that you barely even talk to me anymore. So tell me what’s wrong. Did I piss you off or something?” Jungkook explains, a sadness oozing from his gentle gaze that he turns to you as the both of you halt at a pedestrian crossing. The sorrow in his eyes causes your chest to tighten as you find it impossible to talk. Because you miss him too. So much. You would kill just to feel the unadulterated rapture you felt when you were spending time with Jungkook. You really just want things to go back to how they were before you liked him.

“Oh, I’ve just been going through a lot lately,” you answer, trying to keep your reply as vague as possible, hoping he leaves it at that and waits for you to tell him when you are ready.

But of course, Jungkook continues to pry.

“What are you going through? Come on, Y/n, you can tell me. If you do, maybe I can help you,” he bombards you, eyes silently pleading that you allow him to fix your problems. You know he means well. Jungkook has never intentionally caused harm to you but right now, you just want him to drop it. Because how on earth are you going to explain to him that you are in love with him and are jealous of his pretty, smart, kind girlfriend?

Apparently your brain knows how.

“Well,” you start before you can stop yourself. The look in Jungkook’s eyes makes it impossible for you to just cut it off there, so, you continue.

“I’ve liked this boy for a long while now but he has a girlfriend. I really want to tell him but I’m afraid it’ll ruin our friendship,” you blurt. At first, your chest feels light, heart finally rid of the words that had weighed it down. But then, you look at Jungkook, gorgeous eyes conflicted as he carefully articulates what he wants to say next. Then, again, your heart fills with an unimaginably heavy weight that sinks it all the way down to your gut. And you cannot help but think, he knows. He knows and he’s is going to break my heart all over again.

“Can I ask.. who it is that you like?” he asks wearily, as if he is a hunter approaching a wild deer that startles easily. As the two of you turn the corner to your shared apartment, you glance up into his eyes once more and your heart sinks further. Fear. Fear swallows his eyes as he awaits your answer, afraid that what you’ll say next will completely decimate the past fifteen years of your best friendship, afraid that you will completely destroy his trust with your next words.

And even though you want to lie to him, you find it impossible to. Which is why, before you can stop yourself from blurting it out, you reply with, “You.”

The feeling of complete and utter horror hits you after a second of lag time. Despite the extra second that it gives you to prepare yourself, you do not use it and when the realisation of what you said hits you, it hits you hard, like a million bricks to the face.

Jungkook stills and you freeze too, too scared to even look at him. The both of you stand on the street, a few steps away from your ground floor apartment, a few steps away from privacy. But you think that at this point, privacy completely flies over Jungkook’s head.

“I have a girlfriend, Y/n,” he states, as if you didn’t already know. You turn to face him and Jungkook’s expression is not at all far from terrifying. He has never looked at you with such stern, angry expression, eyebrows knitted together in a disapproving frown rather than his previous concerned frown, and it quite literally scares the shit out of you. His gaze has hardened and he looks at you as if you have committed murder — which you have, seeing as how you have completely lynched this whole fucking relationship.

“I know you have a girlfriend,” you scoff. You swear for a second that Jungkook glares at you. Your heart stops. What have you done?

“I just-“ you start, trying to explain yourself but Jungkook cuts you off by raising his hand. For the shortest of milliseconds, you think that he is going to hit you, slap you, do something. But then, you dismiss the idea, knowing full well that Jungkook will not harm you. He is Jungkook. No matter how angry he is, he won’t ever lay a hand on anyone, especially you.

“You know I have a girlfriend and yet you decided that it was appropriate to confess your feelings to me now?” he questions in a clipped tone, frown deepening with each thought that passes through his mind.

“Look, Jungkook,” you start, taking a deep breath before continuing. To your surprise, he listens patiently.

“I have been in love with you for two years now. Or well, I realised in our first year of Uni. But I’m pretty sure that I’ve been in love with you for far longer than I’ve realised. I know that you have a girlfriend and I know that I’m being selfish and a really shitty friend right now but I’ll be honest, it was beginning to burst out of me, my feelings, the words that I yearned to speak but could not, knowing that I’d be condemned to hell for speaking them. So quite frankly, I know I shouldn’t be scolding you, but I don’t need a fucking scolding from you,” you snap at him. Your breathing is laboured after the words leave your mouth. You pause for a second and watch him, waiting for him to make a move, to blow at you anyway. But he stays silent and you walk away, shoving your key into the lock of your apartment and swinging the door open with so much force that it slams into the coat rack standing behind it, knocking it down.

Jungkook silently follows you into the house, gently placing down the groceries at the entrance of the kitchenette before he slips back into his shoes and leaves, slamming the door behind him. The slam is loud and resounding, and it feels like the sound waves are reverberating inside your chest, shattering your heart like glass.

Left in the deafening silence, an air of complete and utter regret filling your apartment like a thick fog, the weight of your’s and Jungkook’s words finally take their toll on you, somehow increasing the gravitational pull on your body and pulling you to the floor. You do not know how you have yet to burst into tears but right now, all you can feel is a numbness that overwhelms your senses, dulling them down. Your ears tune out, your vision narrows, and the cool, tiled floor of the kitchenette beneath your fingers does not feel like cool tile at all.

God, Jungkook must hate you now.

And finally, at that thought, the idea of your best friend — or really, your only true friend — hating you, do your tears fall.

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 4 years

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Kevin//you know i'll never be lonely, you're my only one

Request: Hi can I request a platonic Kevin/Jones!reader where Jug'a sister is best friends with Kevin and is with the core 4 when they find him alone at the Farm and she brings him home with her and there's hugging and hot chocolate and cuddling? Please? My boy needs love!

hey! i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again...kevin keller deserves the world! anyway, i hope you enjoy! also, the title is from a queen song (you’re my best friend) if you’re wondering! i absolutely love this song, and i recommend you listen to it if you’re sad (which i hope you’re not). also, to the anon (and anyone else who needs it) who was sad last night, i don’t know if this is something you’re going to read, but if you do, i hope it cheers you up!

When the sun rose over Riverdale, bringing with it a new day as well as a second chance, you thought it was the end of your troubles.

A night of being hunted down with your friends and brother through the dark woods had eventually ended. And as you hugged the people you thought you’d die with, you knew you don’t think you’d ever be as happy to see Cheryl Blossom ever again.

However, just as day was bringing a new dawn, effectively solving all your problems, across town they were just starting for your best friend.

You just didn’t know yet.

Its only when Betty pulls away from your group hug, frantically asking about her mom do you realize that maybe not everything is okay. Because despite the fact that the five of you are safe, it doesn’t mean everybody else is.

And at the top of that very long list is Kevin Keller.

Betty is first through the chapel door, but you’re not far behind her and as soon as you run in, you come to an abrupt halt. If it weren’t so depressing, the scene in front of you would have been breathtaking. The candles flickering, the clothes neatly folded and the general atmosphere reminds you of something from an old film.

But as soon as you see Kevin sat on the floor, legs pulled up to his chest and a completely broken look on his face, the allusions shatters...along with your heart.

“Kevin?” Betty asks and his head lifts slightly.

“They left me.” Your expression softens at the tone in his voice and you swear you can actually feel your heart cracking.

Kevin has been your best friend for years, he’s stuck with you despite the obvious divide between the two of you. Him being from the Northside with a sheriff dad, and you being from the southside with a gang member dad, its far to say there were a few people who disapproved of your friendship. Not that either of you cared, you were best friends...platonic soulmates...who cares what anybody else thinks. And even though the two of you had grown apart over the past few months (specifically when the farm came to town), you always managed to find your way back to each other.

So seeing him like this physically hurts you. He’s already been through so much and right now you want to scream and shout at the universe for treating the kindest and by far the best human like utter crap.

“I wanted to go, but they said that someone had to stay behind to explain what happened.” He sobs and the seven of you exchange looks.

“What did happen?” Archie asks.

“The worthy ascended, of course.” He scoffs.

“Who did? Where’s my mom? And Polly?” Betty asks and you roll your eyes at her.

Despite her being sweet and kind the majority of the time, she did sometimes get a little wrapped up in herself and her issues, and right now, that annoys you. Because here Kevin is, abandoned by this group that brainwashed and alienated him, only for Betty to care more about two grown adults who can usually make their own decisions.

“Gone.” He states, anger in his voice as he stares vacantly in front of him. “Everyone is. And we’ll never see them again.” The room suddenly feels colder all of sudden, Betty lets out a small cry as she practically falls into Jughead’s arms, while the rest of you stand around, none of you wanting to move...just in case.

You’re the first one to do anything. You make your way towards Kevin and cautiously sit beside him.

“Are you okay?” You ask. You’ve asked him that countless of times, but this is the first time its ever felt like you’re asking a stranger. You may be sat beside him but you feel a thousand miles apart. Usually you’re attached at the hip, but there’s a rather large space between you, physically as well as metaphorically and it just feels wrong.

“I-” He cuts himself off before he can say anything further. Instead he just cries, his head drops to his hands and you’ve never seen somebody look so lonely, despite being surrounded by people.

You don’t say anything in return, you just wrap your arms around him and pull him into a tight hug.

The two of you stay like that for at least half an hour. Eventually everybody else goes, Jughead being the last one to leave, sending you a small smile before closing the door behind him, until its just the two of you again.

It takes some persuading, but eventually you get Kevin back to your house. Thankfully your dad has already left for work so there’s no awkward questions about why you’re covered in mud and why Kevin is crying.

“Here.” You hand him a mug. Its his favourite one. Something you got him to keep at your house. A small smile twitches at the corner of his lips as he takes it, but it disappears as quickly as it came, instead leaving behind a miserable expression.

You remember the last time you gave him hot chocolate in that mug, but the memory does nothing to make you feel better. If anything it just makes your heart ache more.

“You always make the best hot chocolate.” He’d said, an eager smile on his lips as he watched you slowly bring it to him.

“I always put double the recommended powder in.”

“Ahhh, so now I know you secret recipe.”

“Plus, the cream and sprinkles help a lot too.”

“Yeah.” He agreed. “Very true. But we can just pretend its all you.”

“Aww, thanks.”

“Hey. If there’s ever a day that your hot chocolate doesn’t make me smile, just assume that I’m dead inside.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You’d rolled your eyes at him, and he’d gasped loudly, feigning offence.

“I know. But its part of my charm.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“It is.”

“Has that ever actually worked on anybody.”

“Not yet...but it will.”

His eyes had been so full of hope, now they were just dark. Like all the light had been sucked out of them.

The house is quiet, but its nice. Compared to the eery quiet of the woods and the farm, its quite comforting and you’re very glad to be back home, especially after thinking you wouldn’t be so lucky.

“Thanks.” He replies, taking a sip before placing it on the coffee table. If you’re being honest, its nice having Kevin here. Its something else to focus on instead of being stuck in a continuous loop of your memories of the previous nights. Although you’d much rather prefer he was upset over some boy thats broken his heart.

“Do you want another blanket?” You offer, rearranging the one you’ve already draped across his shoulders. “Or the TV? I can put a film or something on? Or we can just see what’s on? Or music? Do you want anything to eat?” You know you’re fussing over him, and you know he’s going to hate it. But there’s nothing else you can do. You can’t go back and change everything, no matter how hard you try.

A part of you feels like its your fault. Kevin is supposed to be you’re best friends, but you still let him get caught up in all of this. You let the farm take him, you made him feel alone. You made him feel the need to find friendship and family somewhere else, somewhere dangerous.

And by the time you realized what was happening, it was too late. Despite the numerous attempts. It was too late to help him.

Now he’s sat on your couch, clutching an old blanket around him like his life depends on it, and you really don’t know if he’s ever going to fully recover from this.

“Why do things like this keep happening to me? Am I cursed? Do you think I’m cursed?” He breaks the silence. Maybe he know’s exactly what you were just thinking. Or maybe he’s just thinking out loud, but either way it makes you frown and quickly face him.

“Kevin. You’re not cursed.” You grab his hand and he forces himself to look at you.

“It sure feels like I am.”

“The only thing that is cursed, is Riverdale. But we’re not going to be here forever. We’ve got one year left at school, and then we’re out of here. We’re going to do all of the things we’ve had planned since we were little. Our road trips across the country. Our apartment together thats filled with trinkets and utter junk that we’ve picked up over the years. We’re going to meet so many new, normal people and we’re going to shock them with our shared trauma. You’re going to meet a nice boy who treats you like you created the universe. You’re going to be so happy, I just know it. And one day this is all going to feel like a far away nightmare. Riverdale and all of its horrors will just be distant memory, something you laugh about from time to time. Okay?” You hold your pinkie out towards him and he sends you a look. “I promise. And I never break a promise.”

“That is very true.” He nods, wrapping his finger around yours. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been so alone the past few months.”

“I know.” You smile sadly at him, wiping a few tears from your cheeks. “But I’m always going to be here for you, no matter what happens. You’re my best friend and I love you so much. You brighten my day just by walking through a door, and no matter how much I dread doing something, you make it 1000 times more bearable.”

“Y/n.” His expression mirrors yours. Sadness mixed with hope, and more than a few tears, but you know what he’s trying to say.

“No matter how alone you feel, you’re not, okay? You are never ever alone. No matter what day of the week, or what time, or even how far apart we are. I’m always going to be here.”

“I love you.”

“I know you do.” You nudge him softly. A slight smile appears on his lips, and even though its not the same as his usual, its better than nothing, and so you take that as a win. Your head falls to his shoulder and he rests his on top of yours, both of you finally feeling somewhat at peace after months of hell.

“What the hell happened to you?” He asks suddenly and you pull away from him. He’s looking you up and down, a concerned expression on his face while he waits for your answer. “Why do you look like...that?”

“I was hunted through the woods by Penelope Blossom and a bunch of other psychos.” You shrug and his eyes widen.

“Wha-”

“But thats not important right now.” You shake your head. “What’s important, is that you’re safe. And we’re going to need re-fills soon.” You look towards the mugs on the table. Neither of them are anywhere close to being empty, but you just want to change the subject and thankfully Kevin gets it. “I think we both deserve extra sprinkles this time.”

#kevin keller #riverdale #riverdale imagine #platonic imagine #kevin keller x reader #jones!y/n #jones!reader #kevin keller imagine

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greennct · 5 years

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valentines day | jaehyun

okay i tried something different again!! its in four parts but im quite happy w how it turned out so enjoy i guess! i lov jung jaehyun w all my heart so here u go hee hee 💞💖💘

(3.8k words, big oops, fluff with a tiny big of angst but y’all know it’s basically just fluff lol)

song rec: the luckiest by ben folds / samson by regina spektor (i couldn’t choose)

The first Valentine’s Day you spent with Jaehyun, you had never seen him before. You were depressed, single, and being reluctantly dragged to a party full of other partnerless people desperate to shit on the holiday by your coworker Yuta. Despite your furious protesting-quickly-turned-begging, Yuta was relentlessly adamant in his desire to bring you along to his friend’s flat.

The evening went exactly as you thought it would. The apartment was tiny, and after about an hour, half the people there were either hooking up with whoever they could find, or moping over their singleness with the cheap wine. To his credit, Yuta had stayed by for side for about ten minutes, before promptly abandoning you after catching sight of a young boy he told you was called Sicheng. You hadn’t seen him since.

Sighing, you decided that you had given up on having a remotely nice time, and after swiping a bottle of the red, climbed out of the window onto the fire escape. You settled down, leaning against the brick wall, resigned to waiting out here until Yuta eventually turned up to take you home.

“Care to share?” A voice came out of the darkness.

You jumped out of your skin. Hand on heart in a feeble attempt to slow it’s erratic beating, you turned to discover your rooftop recluse was not as private as you had previously thought. A boy sat opposite you, a little to your right, leaning against the railings preventing drunk partygoers from falling off of the building.

You immediately retracted your thoughts about the evening being a waste of time, because damn, he was gorgeous. Light brown hair spilling onto his forehead, huge, sparkling eyes, ridiculously well-proportioned bone structure, quiet smirk as he looked you up and down the way he knew you were looking at him.

“You scared me half to death!”

He chuckled at your exclamation, and you felt yourself melt a little.

“Not my fault if you don't see what’s right in front of you. I’m Jaehyun.” He outstretched his hand in order to shake yours.

You placed the wine bottle in his empty palm instead of your own hand, and told him your name. "This party sucks.”

He laughed. “Sorry about that.”

“Its your party?” Of course you had managed to completely fuck up any chance with the cute boy practically seconds after meeting him. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Nah, it’s fine.” He brushed off your faux pas with a good-natured grin. “I thought it would be a good idea to invite everyone over on my birthday, but it looks like people are more worried about their love lives to really care about all that.”

“It’s your birthday?!” Shitshitshitshitshit. “Oh God, I’m definitely going to Hell.”

You could see that whilst he was still smiling at your attempt at a joke, there was a trace of hurt behind his eyes. You decided to do something you’d never done before.

“Well, look. We can’t have the birthday boy alone on his special day! You got a car?”

He nodded, confused. “Why would we need my car?”

“Cause we’re gonna ditch this place. C’mon,” you said, standing up and brushing off your jeans. “Any fast food places around here?”

Inviting Jaehyun to go get food at around eleven at night was not one of the most thought-out decisions you had ever made, probably prompted by the half-bottle of wine you had drunk, and your giddiness at his appearance, but it was unequivocally one of the best. The first Valentine’s Day you spent with him consisted of the two of you progressively getting more and more tipsy parked in the McDonald’s driving lot. Sure, you guys didn’t have the most meaningful of conversations, and at times it was practically incoherent, with the two of you yelling over one another, or laughing so hard your stomachs hurt. But looking back, you know your friendship wouldn’t have been the same without that drunken evening of pure mirth and hope.

The second Valentine’s Day you spent with Jaehyun, you were substantially more nervous than you had been the previous year. He had invited you over to marathon what he described as “Some of the best worst romance films of all time,” to celebrate both his birthday, and the holiday at the same time.

Usually, you wouldn’t bat an eyelid at Jaehyun inviting you to his place. Over the past year, you two had grown close with each other, easily finding common ground with him, since you shared the same taste in music and sense of humour, and it wasn’t long before he became one of your best friends.

However, there was one tiny problem. The faint fluttering feeling you had felt in your stomach that first Valentine’s Day with Jaehyun, had never really gone away. In fact, with each day you learnt more about the boy, it pretty much doubled in size, until you found yourself unable to look him directly in the eyes when he smiled, scared you would blurt out a messy confession.

Because that was the other thing. The main reason you liked Jaehyun so much, was how well the two of you fit together. He was the person you went to first when anything happened in your life, texted first when you woke up, sent all your best memes to, called up at three in the morning to talk about nothing and everything with. If you told him how you really felt, and instead of pulling you into his arms as you often fantasied, Jaehyun instead turned his back on you, you weren’t sure what you would do. You could barely remember what your life had been like without Jaehyun in it, and you knew you would do anything to avoid the circumstance.

So when Jaehyun asked you to watch romantic movies with him on Valentine’s Day, you were hesitant to agree. You knew he didn’t think anything of the invitation, simply wanting to spend time with his best friend on his birthday. So even though it hurt a little, you agreed to join him, convincing yourself that you just needed to be supportive, since the 14th of February was all about him, and stop focusing so much on your stupid emotions.

So that Valentine’s Day, you turned up at Jaehyun’s door, armed with a crate of beer, a wrapped present, and about a kilo of assorted snacks, absolutely prepared to shove your feelings underneath a truck, and completely focus on making your best friend’s day as special as possible. Unfortunately, Jaehyun had other ideas. For some reason, that evening, he was behaving weirdly.

Firstly, there was his reaction to your present. His entire face lit up when he ripped open the packaging to see what you had given him. In order to keep your gift affectionate but platonic, you had opted for a bright yellow hoodie you knew he had been eyeing for the past few months, and a framed photo of the two of you taken the previous month. He scooped you up in a bone crushing hug, immediately tugging off his jumper to don the hoodie, and placing the frame in the centre of his tiny mantlepiece. You tried not to blush too heavily.

Strangest of all, though, was the way he started inching across the sofa towards you during the first movie. Throughout your entire friendship, the both of you had always kept an awkward, but pointed physical distance between yourselves. Jaehyun never threw his arm around your shoulder, or hugged you when the two of you met, like some of your other guy friends did, instead opting for light shoulder punches and hair ruffles. However, that Valentine’s Day, Jaehyun subtly rested his head on your shoulder. As the evening progressed, he got closer and closer to you. By the time the third film had ended, Jaehyun’s head was in your lap, as you nervously played with his hair, too infatuated to deny him from being close to you. The television screen abandoned, you simply listened to Jaehyun rambling aloud.

“He should have kissed her! I'm telling you, they could’ve had an entire relationship if he’d just taken that chance! Now she’s stuck married to some random old rich guy and he’s mad about it when it’s his own fault!”

You chuckled. “Maybe some things just aren’t meant to be.”

“No!” He was adamant, animating his behaviour in order to make you grin. “Some people are destined for each other! Jack and Rose, Romeo and Juliet-”

“Yeah, and both of those relationships ended really happily didn’t they.” You teased sarcastically.

“I don’t care what you think, I believe in true love.”

“Really?” You were surprised. Jaehyun and you had never really talked about your love lives with each other, so when he suddenly changed the topic, it shocked you slightly. “Like, soulmate shit?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Wait, so you think there’s someone out there perfect for you? Isn't that a little depressing? What if you never find them?”

Jaehyun giggled a little. He sat up on the couch. He took your chin in his hand and pressed his lips to yours, slowly, gently, tentatively.

“I already have.”

The second Valentine’s Day you spent with Jaehyun was an eye-opener to say the least. The evening spilled into morning, you and him sprawled on the couch, gushing out your confessions, laughing at your reluctance to ever say anything to each other about your feelings, and of course, kissing. Lots of kissing. Looking back at the day as the start of your relationship, you always felt you had lucked out with the confession.

Sure, Jaehyun hadn’t filled your apartment with roses, or serenaded you with his guitar in some public place, however, you always felt that the way he had asked you out, when he knew he was ready, in the most casual, honest and vulnerable way possible, that it was infinitely more perfect than any grand, materialistic gesture he could’ve made. He simply told you he was yours, and everything fell into place.

The third Valentine’s Day with Jaehyun, you dreaded like none you had before. Because you knew that this Valentine’s Day, was going to be the last one you ever spent with him.

The past year had been nothing but bliss. Jaehyun was everything you could have asked for in a boyfriend; sweet, selfless, generous. However, there was one thing that you could never let go of. One tiny detail that wormed its way into your mind lying next to him at night, that twisted your stomach slightly every time he kissed you.

Jaehyun had never told you he loved you.

As the first few months of your relationship progressed, you had tried to put the point out of your mind. You reasoned that he was still a such a relaxed person, he had honestly probably forgot all about the milestone. You only really started to worry when the six month mark hit, and as each day passed, your anxiety about the fact grew stronger and stronger. You knew you loved Jaehyun, you had from pretty much day one of your relationship, however, you simply couldn’t bring yourself to tell him, afraid he might rebuff your declaration, claiming the two of you to simply be casual, an impermanent tryst, until he found the someone he actually wanted to get serious with.

So this Valentine’s Day, you had had enough. You invited him to your flat, ordered his favourite comfort food, and steeled yourself for the decision you were about to make. Yes, you knew it was a dick move to break up with Jaehyun on his birthday, especially since it fell on such a significant holiday for couples, however, you were going away for the next month on a trip with your friends, and knew you couldn’t keep him hanging on a string for too long. The sooner you ended the relationship, the sooner he would get over it, the better it would be for the both of you.

A knock on your door. Three raps, then a fourth a half-second later than the rest: Jaehyun’s signature. You took a deep breath, running your hand through your hair, and plastering a smile onto your empty features before opening the door.

“Hi, Jaehyun.”

“Hey, babe! Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“Happy Birthday!” You tried to match his bouncy energy, however the weight pressing down on your shoulders with the knowledge of what you were about to do, put a significant damper on your mood.

The two of you sat down at your kitchen table. You chose to sit opposite Jaehyun, instead of cuddled to the side the way you usually did, shrugging away his confused expression with an awkward smile.

You gave him your present, feeling it would be rude not to at least acknowledge the fact that it was his birthday, after all.

“Socks?! Er... thanks, doll.”

You avoided Jaehyun’s surprised gaze. You had tried to find something as impersonal as possible, figuring it was best to leave him with a parting gift that he wouldn’t need to associate with an ex-lover.

“No problem, Jaehyun.”

The two of you ate your meal with dwindling conversation. Jaehyun had started your conversation animatedly, asking you endless questions about the details of your week. As your answers became more and more monosyllabic, he eventually gave up, leaving the silence to hang over the both of you as you finished your meal. You almost choked on one of your fries. Everything tasted of sandpaper.

It didn’t take long before Jaehyun started to question your new demeanour. “Baby, can I ask...” He paused, frowning slightly. “Is everything okay?”

“Okay?!” You practically squeaked. “Y-yeah, of course! Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know, I just...” Another gap. “You seem different.”

You sighed heavily. The jig was up. If you were going to break up with him, you figured now was as good a time as any.

“Jae, we need to talk.”

To your surprise, he immediately agreed with you. “We do. I need to tell you something. I’ve been meaning to for a while.”

“Oh.” You blinked, suddenly unsure of yourself. In all the possible outcomes of the evening you had imagined, Jaehyun turning the tables, and actually breaking up with you himself, was not one you had anticipated. “Well, you first then.”

“No, no, you.” Polite as ever, he looked at you attentively.

“I really don’t mind if you go first, I...” You trailed off. There was a few seconds of silence before both of you blurted out your sentences at the exact same time.

“I think we should break up.”

“I love you.”

Another pause as you two stared each other down in disbelief. Then you both similtaneously shouted; “What?!”

“You’re breaking up with me?” Jaehyun’s voice cracked, forehead furrowed as he searched your face desperately for a sign you weren't serious.

“You love me?” You whispered, almost to yourself. “You love me.” You repeated, finally looking up at him. “You love me!” You practically launched yourself across the table, leaping into his chest.

For the first time in your life, Jaehyun held you at arms length.

“What’s going on? Is this why you’ve been so weird this evening? You’re- You want to-”

“No, no!” You gushed, euphoric over your new discovery. “I thought you didn’t love me, so I knew we had to break up, because I love you so much, but now it turns out you love me too, so now we don’t ever have to be apart!”

Jaehyun scoffed, eyes wide, incredulous expression betraying his disbelief at your irrational logic.

“You were going to break up with me because you thought I didn’t love you! After this whole year of me dropping everything to go see you, bringing you your favourite foods at all hours of the night, literally driving two hours at three in the morning that one time when you lost your keys to go pick you up, and you didn’t think I loved you?”

“Well, you never said it!” You protested. “Most couples would’ve told each other they were in love months ago!”

“Babe, I knew I loved you from pretty much week three! I just wanted to tell you on our anniversary, so that it was special!”

“Why would you wait so long?! You’ve had me so worried for half the damn year!”

“This is the stupidest thing we’ve ever fought about, I think.” Jaehyun chuckled, eyes full of mirth, and you felt your insides unfreeze for the first time in months, realising that all was forgiven as he pulled you into his chest.

The third Valentine’s Day you spent with Jaehyun was on your kitchen floor, waiting for the cookies the two of you had made to celebrate the continuation of your relationship to finish baking in your oven, whilst he wiped the tears of relief off of your cheeks.

“I can’t believe you were going to break up with me on my birthday.” He teased.

“I’m going away tomorrow! I couldn’t’ve had it hanging over me.” You argued.

“And socks? Really? You thought it was a good idea to buy me socks for my present?”

“Shut up!” You retaliated, though you were laughing with him. “I thought it was... impersonal, okay?”

“Impersonal? Impersonal?!” He repeated, swinging you from side to side slightly, wrapped securely into his torso. “Impersonal suggests I actually have a personality, and since you hate me so much, that goes against your argument, does it not?”

“I love you.” You said, leaning your head backwards to place a kiss onto his smirk.

“I love you, too.”

The third Valentine’s Day you spent with Jaehyun was certainly the most dramatic, but most importantly, it wasn't the last, and that meant more to you than any of your other Valentine’s Days combined.

The fourth Valentine’s Day you spent with Jaehyun, you almost forgot about how important the day was. Your three-year anniversary, not to mention your boyfriend’s birthday ended up coinciding with the day the two of you moved in together, so most of the time you spent with Jaehyun consisted of the two of you directing movers with your furniture, and feverishly unpacking all your kitchenware, terrified to find a chip on one of the plates.

By the time the two of you could finally take a break, you found it was already evening. You had ordered his favourite takeaway, and shoved a candle into the middle of a cupcake, before carrying it out to your new bedroom, where he lay on your mattress, looking up from his phone when he heard you singing softly.

“Happy birthday to you~”

He smiled brightly, eyes crinkling as he looked up at you in delight.

“Quick, make a wish!” You told him, bending down to hold the cupcake at his lips in order for him to blow the candle out.

He closed his eyes tightly, and complied with your instructions. You brought out the rest of the food, laying it out on the duvet, as you settled down next to him. Your bed-frame hadn’t arrived yet, so the two of you were left sleeping on a mattress on the floor until next week. Leaning against the wall, you looked out of the huge window opposite your bed, admiring the view of the city from up so high.

“You know, I still can’t really believe this.” You remarked softly, once you and Jaehyun were just cuddling, empty takeaway boxes abandoned on your floor.

“Believe what?” He replied.

“I don’t know, everything. I’m yours, and you’re mine. The fact we get to live here. How I managed to find someone as amazing as you.”

You could feel Jaehyun beaming. “God, I love you. You know that, right?”

It was your turn to grin. “I love you, too, dork.”

The two of you were silent for a while, content in listening to the sounds of the nightlife below you and each others breathing.

“Marry me.” Jaehyun said.

“What?” You sat up, turning around sharply, furiously searching for the twinkle in his eye that singled he was playing a joke on you.

He was unnervingly calm, staring at you with a steady gaze.

“I said, marry me.” He repeated.

“This is a joke. You’re trying to get me all excited and then tell me you're kidding.”

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.” You could feel joy bubbling up through your stomach, threatening to spill at any moment.

Jaehyun leaned over the side of the mattress, searching through his coat until he pulled out a small box. Handing it over to you, unceremoniously, he scratched the back of his neck nervously, a small flush beginning to form on his cheeks.

“I’ve been carrying it around for weeks. I was gonna do it next week, when we go out for a proper meal, but I figured it just felt right to do it now.”

Hands shaking slightly, your fingers prised the box open. You inhaled quietly.

“It’s beautiful,” you managed, sliding it onto your left hand.

“So, that’s a yes?” Jaehyun asked.

You looked up at him, eyes shining. “Of course it’s a yes, idiot!"

He grinned back at you, “You’re my whole world. I hope you know that.”

You didn’t say anything back, just leaned in to kiss him again. When you pulled away, you realised that the both of you had tears in your eyes.

The fourth Valentine’s Day you spent with Jaehyun, was undeniably the best one yet. It was the one where you realised that from now on, every Valentine’s Day, for the rest of your life would be spent with him. The mere thought of such a long and illustrious future ahead of you shared with the one person you loved most in the world was euphoric.

Throughout the years, retelling the story of your relationship to friends and family, you’d always remember it through those four Valentine’s Days. Jaehyun and your ups and downs, the good and the bad. You knew he wouldn't trade them for anything, because you wouldn’t either.

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krustywhore · 6 years

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sick of losing soulmates

(the title is both a pun on race being sick and also a song by dodie clark so yeah i’ve basically reached my peak)

here’s a cute little soft!sprace one-shot for a lovely anon! i really hope you guys like this!

find it on ao3 here!

Spot had already headed off to class when he finally heard from his best friend.

Racer: hey sorry about last night

Racer: I hope I wasn’t too much trouble but thanks for not leaving me behind :)

Racer: anyway I’ll let you focus on class

Racer: see ya later spotty

Spot smiled, looking around the lecture hall for a moment to see if anyone would notice before typing out a quick response.

Spot: yeah no problem, T

Spot: I’ll be home at noon so I’ll grab you some soup on the way

Yeah so maybe Race had stayed up for almost two days straight to finish an essay he had yet to start, and maybe the next morning he had his audition for his spring semester ballet, but he was definitely fine. Or at least he was fine until they went on a completely platonic movie outing that night and literally passed out onto Spot on the way down their apartment hallway.

So Spot definitely did not think he was fine. At first, Race was annoyed because goddammit he could take care of himself, but he had to admit, having someone there to take care of him was nice. Sure, maybe part of it was that it was Spot and any excuse to see his total softie side was an opportunity Race always took, but it totally had nothing to do with his major crush on him or anything. Nope, definitely not.

Still, as he sat curled up on the couch in their shared apartment, he popped one of the Advil tabs Spot had left out for him and turned back to his phone.

Jack seemed like a reasonable person to talk to in the moment.

Racer: Jack help I’m having boy troubles again

He chuckled a little at how, despite how much he hated when they called him out on it, Jack really was like the dad of their friend group. Race was often deemed the ‘asshole teenager that does nothing but complain about boys’. It was pretty accurate, to be honest.

Jack: shut up I can’t do this anymore

Race rolled his eyes knowing he deserved it, but Jack was just as bad, if not worse, before he finally asked out Davey, so he had it coming.

Racer: do I have to remind you how our conversations used to go six months ago?

Jack: …fine

Jack: what did he do now

Racer: ok so we were going to go to the movies last night but spot thinks I’m sick now so that didn’t really work out

Racer: basically I kinda passed out on the way out of the building and spot took me back home and took care of me

Racer: but I’m not fucking sick I swear I was just tired

Racer: it was nice though

Racer: it’s fun to rub it in everyone else faces that he only gives me attention so that’s a bonus at least

Jack: ok first of all fuck you he likes the rest of us

Jack: probably

Race couldn’t help but smile at that. Jack was right, obviously, but Spot always liked to pretend he didn’t care about anyone, but never Race. It served as excellent teasing material, not to mention the fact that it only fueled how badly he was falling for his best friend.

Jack: but I get it, we all know he likes you the most, just don’t let it get to your head

Jack: maybe try telling him after all this time

Jack: it’s been almost a year race, come on. what’s the worst that could possibly happen?

Yeah, he was waiting for that.

Racer: hmm, well there’s always the possibility that I lose the best friend I’ve ever had and the one person that makes me happy

Racer: but yeah that’s no big deal at all, I should just do it already

Jack: ok calm down asshole, you of all people should know he’d never do that to you

Jack: even if maybe he didn’t feel the same, he cares about you more than probably anyone on this planet so I think the chances of that ever happening are pretty much nonexistent

That helped. Damn, the thought of being the person Spot cared most about? Yeah, that was downright dream-worthy.

Nonetheless, Race couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

Racer: thanks jackie

Racer: I’m not promising anything I’ll say, but I’ll talk to him

Jack: fucking finally

Jack: let me know when you find out how wrong you are about all of this

Race: I’m blocking you

Just as he was about to send Jack one final ‘fuck off’, the familiar sound of Spot’s gym bag hitting the floor outside their door was enough for him to practically leap off the couch and dash to the door. On the other side was Spot, just like he knew it would be, with his key inches from where the doorknob had just been.

“So it seems you’re up,” Spot smirked once the initial surprise wore off. His expression softened a little as he noted his very own NYU film department hoodie practically drowning the other. “You feeling better?”

Race blushed a little and shrugged, leaning against the doorframe.

“T, I know you’re sick, trying to pretend like you’re not is completely pointless,” he spoke, a fond smile on his face as he stepped inside, pulling one of Race’s arms over his shoulders as he led the refuting boy back over to the sofa.

“I’m not sick, you should know this by know, I’m just very dramatic,” Race drawled, earning a legitimate laugh out of Spot as he sat beside him, sliding his hand down from around his shoulders to hold comfortably around Race’s waist instead.

“Race, you fainted straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes,” Spot teased, receiving a glare from the other boy before he moved closer, leaning his head against the other’s shoulder. “You’re sure you’re okay though? I don’t believe for a second that you aren’t sick, but did the Advil at least help a little?”

Race just nodded, sinking into the comfort of his newfound pillow.

“Good, well if you’re tired I can leave you be. If you need me, I’ll just be in my room, okay?” Spot offered, standing up from the sofa, not looking back at Race as if he was hiding something.

“Wait, no,” Race spoke up softly, surprising Spot, who turned back around with wide eyes and redness in his cheeks. “Will you stay? Please?”

The tiny smile that brightened Spot’s face was completely contagious as he nodded and slid onto the couch beside the other, Race, once again using Spot as a pillow as he curled up into his side with his head on the boy’s chest.

To say Spot didn’t know what to do was an understatement. He was pretty sure he was about to have a heart attack as his shaking hands curled around the other boy, holding him closer as he watched him slowly fall asleep. Or so he thought.

“Is this okay?” Race mumbled nervously, pulling away from Spot slightly, much to the other’s dismay.

“Of course,” Spot started, a mixture of fear and longing mixed on his face. “Is…is something wrong? Did I do something?”

Race quickly brushed him off, curling back into their previous position.

“No, it’s just…your heart is beating really fast and I wanted to make sure everything was okay,” Race continued, his own heart doing the same, whether he knew it or not.

“Oh,” Spot blushed, tightening his hold on the other. “I guess you just have that effect on me.”

His words weren’t meant to be as real as they were. It wasn’t unusual for him to express his actual feelings by phrasing them like a joke so no one knew he was serious, but if there was one person who could always see through them, it was Race.

“Do you really mean that?” Race’s nervous voice broke him from his thoughts.

“I…yeah. Yeah, I mean it, T.”

He could feel Race nod against his chest and almost cried right then and there as he felt him sit up.

“Tony, I just-“

“I really hope this is what you meant because if not I don’t know how you’ll ever forgive me for this,” he spoke in an incredibly rushed tone as he refused to look up at Spot. The latter, however, was absolutely terrified, but in mere seconds, it was gone.

Race leaned forward, sliding his arms around Spot’s neck as he connected their lips, gently and far too quickly for either of their likings.

As Race pulled away as quickly as the kiss had lasted, Spot simply just stared up at him in awe. Race looked terrified as if he was already planning how to flee the country, but Spot had other plans. He sat up, level with the other, and held his face in his hands. His thumbs brushed gently over his cheeks before gently leaning again and connecting their lips once more, this time longer, smoother, and so worth the wait.

When they finally broke apart, they were both slightly out of breath and extremely red in the face. One look at the other was all they both needed for smiles to crack through their amazed expressions.

“Fuck, I probably just got you sick,” Race chuckled nervously, their foreheads pressed together and their lips mere centimeters apart.

“I have literally never cared about anything less in my entire life,” Spot stated, simply leaning back down and pulling Race back with him.

They resumed their previous position, Race curling into Spot’s side and resting his head against his chest as Spot held him tightly in his arms, kissing his forehead gently before they quickly fell asleep for a well-deserved nap. Neither of them had ever slept better than they had in each other’s arms.

#sprace #newsies #my writing #sick of losing soulmates

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wishfulfanficing · 6 years

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The Proposal

He got the ring, he asked her parents... now it’s time to pop the question.

“I’m not telling you anything.”

Meryl peered over the top of her mug and raised her eyebrows. “We’ll see.”

Harrison smirked. Meryl truly was Carrie’s equal in wit and sarcasm; their term for each other was “platonic soulmates”, and it was easy to see why. “You’ll see,” he taunted. “If I tell you anything you’ll go right to Carrie and spill the beans all over the place.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Ford, I have done and will do no such thing. Don’t forget who went with you to get the ring, and who gave you the inside scoop on what she wanted.”

“Exactly! You spilled those beans real quick.” Harrison wiggled his eyebrows and flashed his signature smile.

“But in the service of the greater good.” Meryl smiled at him. “Don’t worry; Carrie won’t mind if it isn’t a perfect proposal. She just wants to be married to you.” Meryl stood up and placed a friendly hand on Harrison’s shoulder. “Now get outta my house, and go back to that beautiful girl you’re proposing to.”

Harrison grinned. “I have the ring right here, Streep. Expect a very excited call from your platonic soulmate in the very near future.” ___

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

Carrie shot a glance at Harrison, who was standing in the doorway of her bedroom. “Yeah… got something to say about it?”

Harrison smirked and moved toward her. “I love it,” he murmured as he kissed her, playfully and passionately.

“You smooth talker, you.” Carrie wrapped her arms around Harrison’s neck and kissed him again. “Did you pick a tie.”

He shook his head sheepishly. “Not yet.”

“Darling, we’re gonna be late.” She kissed his cheek as she pulled away from him. “You brought five ties over, will you just pick one?”

“I gotta keep up with you, beautiful,” he said with a wink. “Why don’t you pick my tie?”

“Fine.” Carrie ran her eyes quickly over the options on her bed and grabbed a blue and gold striped one in the middle. “This one.”

“That was fast, sweetheart… are you sure this is the one you want?”

Carrie looked at him with exasperation. “I don’t give a shit what tie you wear, honey, I’m hungry and I wanna go to dinner.”

Harrison threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, fine, excuse me for wanting tonight to be special.”

Carrie smiled and stroked his face gently, then moved to tie his tie. “Any night I spend with you is special… now move your ass.”

“Yes ma’am! You go grab the keys, I’ll be right in.” He watched her blow him a kiss and walk out the door. Smiling, he put on his jacked and flicked the lapels. Nervously, he slipped his hand into his pocket and felt the velvety ring box inside. “Tonight’s the night, sweetheart,” he whispered, and followed her out.

___

Harrison drove to the restaurant slowly, much to Carrie’s annoyance. He could hardly hear her over the blood pounding in his ears, and he was focused on keeping his sweaty hands on the wheel. Carrie was quiet, though, when he pulled up to the valet. “You’re gonna valet? You NEVER valet.”

Harrison shrugged. “It’s a special night, sweetheart.” Hey got out of the car and handed the keys to the valet attendant. “Wish me luck, kiddo,” he whispered.

“Good luck, Mr. Ford,” she answered in a shaky, confused voice. He winked and moved around the car to open the door for Carrie. He took her hand and walked with her into the restaurant, trying to keep his hands out of his pocket.

They walked in to the crowded restaurant, and all eyes shifted to them. No matter how long he’d been in the public eye, Harrison always felt uncomfortable; that went double when he went out with Carrie. For a moment, he regretted picking a public place for such a private moment. They nodded dutifully at their admirers before retreating to a private room in the back. Carrie ordered wine and Harrison pretended to look at the menu while he collected his thoughts.

Carrie drummed her fingers on the table as she looked at Harrison. He seemed off, nervous, not his usual suave self. He looked at her over the menu and winked. Her heart fluttered the way it always did. Four years together and he still melted her heart with a single look. She was still a little worried about his unease. “You ok?” she prodded.

He put down the menu and smiled at her. “I’m perfect.”

She smiled back at him and stopped to take him in. There he was: her dream man, the one she found when she wasn’t even looking. How many nights had she stayed awake during filming hoping for a smile, a kiss, a call. How thrilled would her younger self have been to know that one day she’d be sitting across the table from him, wearing his favorite dress, looking at the tie she picked out, watching him swirl his wine without breaking eye contact with her. She thanked the waiter and rubbed the rim of the wine glass against her lips suggestively, making Harrison chuckle. “You like that?” she teased.

He shook his head as he smile widened. “I like it a lot.” That’s when Carrie saw something glisten in his eye. It was reckless, more Han Solo than Harrison Ford, so she was less surprised then she should have been when he lunged over the table and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. “Hey pretty girl,” he whispered, his hand snaking around to cradle the back of her head as they broke apart to take a breath. They smiled at each other, grinning like fools for a moment before Harrison pulled away.

Without taking his eyes of Carrie, he stood up. “Got something you gotta walk off there, Ford?” Carrie teased. But all the air left her lungs as he walked the short distance to her side of the table.

Everything after that moved in slow motion. “Carrie…” he said breathlessly, then sank to one knee in front of her trembling form. He reached into his pocked and pulled out a black satin box. “Carrie…”

Carrie searched her mind for a witty remark, but didn’t have one. “Oh my God,” she choked, “oh my God.”

“Carrie… will you marry me?”

She leapt and threw her arms around him before he got out the last word. He stood up, picking her up with him as she peppered kisses on his face, neck, and lips. “Fuck yes!” she screamed.

Harrison threw his head back and laughed in the way only Carrie could make him. “You wanna see the ring?”

“Hell yeah!”

He sat down in his chair and pulled her into his lap, laughing a little when he noticed her feet barely touched the ground. Smiling, he placed the ring in her hand. “You like it, beautiful?”

She did like it. It had three glistening stones set on a glowing platinum band. “Oh my God. How did you…”

“Look in the inside… what does it say?”

Her eyes teared up as she read the inscription. “It says ‘Carrison’.”

He reached up and wiped a tear away from her cheek. “Come ‘ere,” he whispered, taking her tiny hand in his and slipping the ring on her finger. “Fits perfectly,” he breathed. “And it looks incredible on you.”

Carrie squeezed his hand tightly in hers. “I love it… I love you…”

He cut her off with a kiss. “I love you, future Mrs. Ford.”

She kissed him back, holding his face in her hands. “I love you, future Mr. Fisher.”

“Holy shit,” he whispered between kisses. “I can’t wait to be married to you.”

#carrison #rpf #carrison rpf #carrison fanfic

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hes-a-rainbow · 7 years

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78. “You weren’t supposed to hear that."

thank you, caty 😘

78. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.“

Not Listening

Warnings: a bit inappropriate, fluffy

“Harry?” You call through the big house as you walk through his front door, only to be met by silence.

You and Harry had been inseparable for years now, having met through mutual friends. The connection between you two was almost instant you could only described it as finding your platonic soulmate. By the end of the first night, you were already best friends.

He had asked you earlier to come over for one of your weekly “movies and wine” nights’. You were a little early but you doubted he would mind, he did give you a key to his house after all. You placed the shopping bag you were carrying full of junk food on his kitchen counter and went searching for him. His house was so big sometimes he didn’t even hear when you walked in.

You moseyed up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom. The door was open so you walked right in. “Harry?” You called out again. You heard something drop in the bathroom that was attached to the master bedroom.

“Fuck.” You heard Harry’s familiar voice cough out. You could hear the shower head running and just as you were about to knock on the door to let him know you were here, you heard him let out a moan. Your eyes widened. Obviously he was enjoying some private time and your cheeks blushed at the realization of what he was doing on the other side of the door. You took a step back, getting ready to run down the stairs and pretend nothing happened but then you heard him moan again.

“Y/N…” Your heart almost pounded right out of your chest. There had to be some sort of totally normal platonic explanation for this, right? There was no way one of your closest friends, who showed no interest in you besides some harmless flirting, was jerking off to you.

You ran out of the bedroom before you could come up with an answer. You practically fly down the stairs, skipping the last two steps with a big jump as you rushed into the kitchen. There was no way you were going to forget what you just heard anytime soon. The thought crossed your mind that maybe he was thinking about someone else who just happened to have the same name as you, but he never once mentioned knowing another Y/N.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. The words kept playing over and over in your head. Your heart was beating so fast. You felt like you had, albeit unknowingly, crossed an imaginary line. Your hands were shaking from the adrenaline rush so you leaned them on the counter to gain some composure. You were still trying to control your breathing, focusing everything on not having a total freak out when you heard your name being called again. Your head shot up at the sound of his voice. He sauntered his way into the kitchen. His hair was still wet and he only had on a pair of sweatpants that hung sinfully low on his hips.

“You’re here early?” He observed as he walked over to where you stood dumbfounded.

“Are you okay?” He rested his hand on your shoulder which caused you to jump noticeably. He had a confused look on his face, which made sense, he had no idea why you were behaving this way.

“Yea-yeah, just um really excited for movie night!” You gave a lame, forced smile but he seemed to buy it.

“Okay… I have some dvd’s inside or we can rent something.” As he talked, you walked over to where you knew he kept his corkscrews. Opening the drawer, you pulled out the first one you spotted and headed over to start opening up the wine bottle he had placed on the kitchen counter before you arrived. You popped the corkscrew in, twisting it fast to open the wine that you desperately needed in this moment.

“Tough day?” Harry asked suspiciously. He stared at you as you lifted the corkscrew with a ‘pop’.

“Yeah, just need to relax.” He nodded his head, still searching your face for something. He seemed curious but didn’t push on the subject any farther, instead walking over to get two wine glasses from an upper shelf. You watched his back muscles move as he reached up and grabbed two glasses with one hand, holding them upside down while he walked over to where you stood.

Harry was obviously attractive, there was no denying that, but you had given up the thought of anything happening between you two the second you met him. He was so genuine and sweet, you always wanted him to be in your life. If you ever did pursue anything with him, you would only be worried the whole time that you would lose him over something as trivial as a breakup.

He poured you both a glass of wine, both of you watching the crimson liquid spill out in silence.

“Hungry?” He asked to which you shook your head.

You lifted the glass to your lips, almost downing the whole drink in one gulp. Harry’s eyebrows lifted as he watched a little drop escape your mouth and fall to your chin. You reached up, fingering it away before refilling your glass with more wine.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He pondered.

“Let’s just watch a movie.”

When you finally agreed on a movie, an action flick because there was no way you were going to watch a romantic comedy with him tonight, you both settled onto his couch.

Usually during movie night, you two sat close together cuddling throughout the movie, but not today. You made sure to purposely sit by the edge of the couch instead of the middle like you usually did. Your plan was soiled quickly when Harry flopped himself right down next you, practically on top of you, as he grabbed the remote and got comfortable. You lifted your feet up next to you, trying to gain some sort of distance between you. Once the movie started you tried to pay attention, but Harry was making it quite difficult.

He had grabbed your legs, lifting them so they laid across his thighs, causing you to turn into him. He mindlessly moved his fingers over the pattern of your joggers while he watched the film. This wasn’t exactly out of the normal, you two were very close and comfortable with each other but after what you had heard, not even an hour ago, his touches felt different. Wherever his fingers traveled, they burned right through your joggers, almost feeling his touch on your skin.

You finished your second glass halfway through the film, jumping up to grab another. Your head was foggy and you stood up too fast, causing you to fall back a little bit. Harry grabbed your hips from where he sat, holding you up steadily, “I think maybe you should just have some water now, pet.”

“I’m fine, just got up too fast.” You walked out of his grasp and into the kitchen where the wine bottle still sat on the counter. You poured a generous cup, quietly agreeing to yourself that this would your last glass. You weren’t much of a drinker and were already feeling a bit tipsy, but you knew you needed some more liquid courage to get on with this night.

When you walked back into the living room, Harry was in the same position you left him in and, of course, he was still shirtless, which absolutely killed you. Instead of taking back your spot next to him you walked to the other end of the couch, plopping yourself down and almost spilling your wine in the process. You let out a gasp, before turning back to the film. You could see out of the corner of your eye Harry was staring at you, obviously confused. You begged him in your head to not say anything as you stared at the screen, not being able to follow the movie at all.

“Alright.” He breathed out before leaning over for the remote and pausing the film. You turned to look at him in mock disappointment. “What’s going on with you tonight? Are you mad at me or something?” He stayed in his spot on the other end of the couch but turned his body to face you completely. He raised his eyebrows at you when you didn’t answer right away.

You cleared your throat, before turning to face him too. “Nothing’s wrong.” You lied.

“You’re lying.” You knew Harry knew you well but you just hoped this one time he would let it slip.

“I’m…not.” You argued back unconvincingly.

“What is it? You can tell me anything?” His voice was soft and he scooted over to where you sat.

You took another big gulp of your wine before placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

“It’s embarrassing.” You warned when you settled back against the couch.

“I won’t judge.”

“No, it’s not embarrassing for me.” He looked at you confused, obviously taken aback by your phrasing. He nodded his head for you to continue.

“So I came by a little early tonight…” He shook his head again, agreeing. “And when I walked in you were nowhere in sight, so I went to look for you…” He brought his fingers up to play with his bottom lip, something he always did when he was nervous. You had an idea he knew where you were going with this.

“So I walked into your bedroom and heard your shower running, I was just going to knock and let you know I was here but then I…heard something.”

He continued staring at you, his body still completely still with his fingers still on his bottom lip. “What did you hear?” He asked softly. You really didn’t want to play this game with him.

“You. You were moaning my name.” Your tone of voice changed a little, it had a little more annoyance in it.

“Are you sure?” He looked serious but then you thought maybe he was playing a trick on you. Maybe he knew you were there and he thought it would be funny to rile you up.

You scoffed, “Is this some sort of joke or something? Because it’s really not funny.”

“S’no joke, love.” He responded leaning in closer to you. You sat there, as still as a statue, waiting for him to say something else. He leaned back onto the couch, looking away from you. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He mumbled out, but you heard him perfectly. He looked down at his fingers that sat on his lap.

Harry was always a pretty confident guy, and you couldn’t recall a moment in your friendship when he was genuinely embarrassed. You saw a red tint rise from his chest to his cheeks. You suddenly felt guilty for how you handled the situation.

“It’s okay,” You placed a hand on his shoulder, this time it was him who jumped, but you stood your ground, keeping your hand on him as you tried your best for comfort him. “Everyone does it. I should’ve let you know I was coming early. And I should’ve told you right away, I basically violated your privacy.”

He turned to look at you with his eyebrows raised. “You hear me wanking off to you and you apologize to me about violating privacy?” You could almost see his confidence coming back and the embarrassment fading away.

“Um, yeah?” You questioned back, not so sure of the answer yourself.

A smirk fell on his lips. “You’re crazy.” He responded.

You clicked your tongue. The alcohol finally giving you some courage. “So…what were you thinking about exactly?” You played with the fabric on the couch, watching you finger swirl on the material. When he didn’t answer you looked back up to meet his gaze. His eyes searched your face, trying to gauge the situation. “Tell me.” You insisted, firmly.

His eyes opened wide at your insistence. He leaned over, only inches away from your face as he spoke quietly, “I was thinking about you. Naked and on your knees. I was thinking about how you would look with your lips around my cock.”

Your breath hitched at his confession. You gulped before asking, “How long have you been thinking about that?”

He raised a hand to rest on your cheek. “Since the day I met you.” Your eyes held his gaze for a few moments.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You never seemed interested.” He was right about that one, you purposely blew off his attempts at flirting, not wanting to ruin your friendship.

“I was.” Your voice cracked.

“You were?”

“I mean, I am. It’s just I–”

His lips were on yours before you could finish your sentence. His hands wrapped in your hair while yours rested on his bare chest. Kissing Harry was better than you could have ever imagined. His lips were soft against yours, fitting together almost perfectly. His tongue dragged across your bottom lip to which you opened your mouth gratefully. You could taste the wine on both of your tongues and as the kiss got deeper, your hand slipped further and further down his torso. They were almost at the band of his sweatpants when he caught your wrists in his hands, pulling away from the kiss which caused you to whimper.

He whispered against your lips, “Not right now. You’re drunk.”

“I’m not.” Of course at that moment you body betrayed you and you let out a hiccup.

He laughed a little, “It’s fine, we have all the time in the world to do that. Let’s just finish our movie for now.”

He gave you another peck before pressing play on the remote. You two instantly wrapped your bodies together, cuddling on the couch like you usually did except this time it felt a little different, more intimate. Throughout the duration of the movie, he would randomly lean in to give you a kiss. You still had no idea what was going on in the film playing before you but next thing you knew you were fast asleep in Harry’s arms, the wine plus the adrenaline finally getting to you.

You woke up the next morning in the same position on the couch. You were almost completely on top of Harry as he snored quietly underneath you. You tried to pull yourself up slowly, trying not to wake him up, but you failed miserably, almost elbowing him in the stomach.

“Oof!” He eyes shot open to meet with yours.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“‘S’okay.” He leaned up a bit. Before running his hands through your hair. “Are you busy tonight?” He questioned in his raspy morning voice.

“No.”

“Good, because I’m taking you out on a date.” He announced proudly.

“Then we should probably get up. I’d at least like to shower and change my clothes.” You teased him back.

“No, I said tonight, as in hours from now. We can just sit here and cuddle until then, yeah?”

Your chuckled before leaning in to give him a kiss. “Yeah.” You responded against his lips.

Revised and rewritten as of July 3, 2018

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? not really02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? i honestly have no idea, i dont say i love people very often, tbh it was probably a dog or a fictional charater03: Do you regret anything? existing? 04: Are you insecure? yep05: What is your relationship status? single af06: How do you want to die? a quick death07: What did you last eat? a really rad halloumi roll from the markets08: Played any sports? i used to do gymnastics and dance and i plan to tale dance up again next year09: Do you bite your nails? a little 10: When was your last physical fight? does play fighting with my brothers count? if so then last night 11: Do you like someone? not at the moment12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? haha nope13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? eh a little bit14: Do you miss someone? yeah 15: Have any pets? two dogs, they are beautiful and i love them a lot16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? a mix between a deep sigh and just feeling irritated by small things17: Ever made out in the bathroom? haha nope18: Are you scared of spiders? nope19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? if it meant i could join dc's legends of tomorrow then absolutely 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? i dont think ive ever made out with someone tbh21: What are your plans for this weekend? finishing watching gotham22: Do you want to have kids? How many? maybe like two? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? just my ears, i want more but im a scared little bean24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? maths, film and drama25: Do you miss anyone from your past? so many26: What are you craving right now? affection and physical intimacy 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? probs28: Have you ever been cheated on? depends on your definition of cheat, he was flirting with her when we were together and they got together pretty much straight after he broke up with me but idk if they did anything until he broke up with me29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? idk30: What’s irritating you right now? customers31: Does somebody love you? platonically yea, romantically nope32: What is your favourite color? purple33: Do you have trust issues? haha yep34: Who/what was your last dream about? i cant remember my dreams 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? i cry infront of like everyone so its hard to say36: Do you give out second chances too easily? oh boy yes i do37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? forgive38: Is this year the best year of your life? its yr twelve, ill be flat out if i dont die39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 11?40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? nope51: Favourite food? idk man i really like food52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? eh, yes and no, idk53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? watched 'bill nye saves the world'54: Is cheating ever okay? nope55: Are you mean? occasionally 56: How many people have you fist fought? no one57: Do you believe in true love? yeah58: Favourite weather? when the suns out but its not blarring59: Do you like the snow? ive seen it like once and bruised my hand so eh, i like the idea of snow more than actual snow60: Do you wanna get married? yeah 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? depends62: What makes you happy? a lot of things, mostly my friends and tv shows63: Would you change your name? maybe but i dont know what to64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? i cant even remember the last person i kissed, so probably65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? tell him im gay66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? yep67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? cody68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? man idk my friends and i just speak in memes69: Do you believe in soulmates? eh kinda, i want to70: Is there anyone you would die for? yep

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1. have you ever been in love?

Yes. Twice.

2. what are your favourite colours and why?

Black/Red. I love Black because it can typically match with any other colors and usually makes for dope color schemes. I also like darker colors more for some reason. I love bright colors as well but I’ve found that I don’t like to wear them too much or get them on items that I use often

3. who was the last person you held hands with?

If I ever hold hands it’s platonic considering I havent been in a relationship in 10 months lol. So probably one of my friends.

4. what is your zodiac sign?

Taurus

5. how many times have you read your favourite book?

Honestly I dont know any books that were so good to me that I read it multiple times. I don’t read as often as I like.

6. what are your favourite films?

I don’t really have a lot of “favorites”. Any time I’m asked for a favorite *blank* my mind draws a blank lol.

7. what kind of weather do you like?

I love rainy weather. I love cold weather. But I don’t like cold rainy weather. At least not if i’m outside.

8. do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

I like sunsets. Although I love to see any transition of the sun whether it be rising or setting, since I love the night time I love to see it go from a beautiful range of colors to darkness rather than a beautiful range of colors into lots of sunshine.

9. what kind of weather represents who you are as a person?

Murky rain. But out in the corner of the sky u can see a huge ray of sunshine.

10. what’s your favourite animal?

I love dogs

11. what is your favourite song right now?

“Get You” by Daniel Caesar

12. what is your favourite song of all time?

Oof what did I say about favorites?

13. do you like sunny days or rainy days better?

I absolutely love rainy days unless I have to do a lot of driving.

14. have you ever been heartbroken?

Yes

15. what does the perfect kiss feel like?

I think the perfect kiss is less about the physical kiss and moreso with the perfect person at the perfect time. As in the kiss that signifies marriage or whatever. I think that’s what the perfect kiss feels like. The realization that with this kiss, you are promising to always love and care for whoever you’re kissing.

16. what is your favourite poem?

17. who are you most inspired by?

I don’t have much inspiration as of right now. In the past it was Childish Gambino but currently I’m just eh.

18. are you spiritual?

I have an appreciation for some spiritual studies and practices but personally I’m not too spiritual.

19. what is your favourite plant?

lmfao weed

20. what is your favourite feeling?

Being in love and content with life.

21. what is your favourite word?

Fuck

22. are you an artist?

I don’t really make any art. I’ve made a few songs and I wanna get into poetry and video making. But I don’t know if my current level of confidence allows me to call myself an artist.

23. what is your favourite flower?

Bud

24. are you happy?

Not genuinely but I have my moments.

25. what are you thinking about right now?

Honestly I’m thinking about someone. I wish I wasn’t just because I don’t like thinking about people who don’t want me in the same way that I want them. All that does is create pain and I rather avoid feeling that confusing feeling that is love. I mean if the love was returned then it’s great but who knows, Maybe it’s better if we aren’t together. We can only let time tell.

26. what emotion do you feel most often?

Confusion/Regret. In my head I’m always trying to avoid conflict/making someone feel any sort of negative emotion. And any time I make a mistake i regret everything. And I’m always feeling confusion because I never know how I can really improve who I am as a person.

27. what is your favourite season?

Winter. I love cold weather. TMI but honestly I sweat too much to be comfortable during any hot season. And I’m a very affectionate person so I cant hug people as much during the summer. During the winter I’m always loving on my friends lol. Plus if you’re in a relationship, those “cold-outside-but-cuddling-inside” days are lovely.

28. are you in a relationship?

No. Honestly outta nowhere like yesterday or two days ago I realized that I had some strong feelings for someone I’m close to and dated in the past. I started talking about if we were dating and I just moved way too fast. I regretted everything i said instantly and just played it off as whatever. In the moments following her telling me that I’m moving too fast I was just snapped back to reality and decided I needed to calm myself down. Looking back I did seem crazy. But it’s been so long since i had any feelings for anybody (to the point that I’d date them) and I just got excited if im going to be real. And I was also sick at the time so I’m just laying in bed picturing me with them and it seemed like we could work really well together. But it’s okay. I’m just gonna take my time. I don’t know whether I should move on or pursue her at a slower pace. So for now I’m just gonna be big chillin.

29. are you an introvert or extrovert?

Introvert. Unless it’s really some people I’m comfortable with I’m pretty timid. Even with out with some of my closest friends I’d rather just be home.

30. do you prefer the moon or the stars?

The stars. There’s this street not too far from my friends house and me and him have driven down it a few times now. When you’re on this street, if you turn off your headlights and look up the sky has very little light pollution and it’s beautiful. The moon is rarely close enough for me to enjoy.

31. what is your favourite scent?

I love the smell of a lot of different foods. But looking back, my favorite smell used to be the perfume that my girlfriend constantly used. I ran into one person who used the same one as her some time after we broke up and for lack of a better term, it triggered lots of memories of her. But I used to love it. Not because the scent was so good, but rather because I was in love with her and everything about her.

32. where do you feel most at home?

In my room. I used to have these black bags over my window which allowed very little light into my room and as I said earlier, I prefer darkness. But I took those down recently as a metaphorical enlightenment and symbol for how my life was headed in a brighter, more positive direction. It sort of works, but mainly I love my room because at night time I’m never bothered. And it seems like a safe space. At 2 a.m. in my room, I’m alone. My parents won’t call me for random tasks, teachers can’t pester me about random assignments, and I can just do whatever I want.

33. what scares you the most?

Honestly the last time i was seriously afraid of something, I was afraid that I had caused some major damage to someone I trust and love. So I’m terrified of hurting other people. I’ve seen so many people be hurt by so many things. I never want to see myself become the source of someone’s terror.

34. do you believe in soulmates?

God knows I do. But honestly something about soulmates that I always question is the setting of a pair of soulmate’s birth. For example, what if you weren’t born in the same location and/or time period as your soulmate. If it’s just the location, you can roam the Earth and possibly meet them if your lucky. But if you never leave your hometown, in my opinion your soulmate probably isn’t born in your hometown. I think you need to explore to find them. And I hate to be pessimistic, but i think that you aren’t guaranteed to meet your soulmate, if they do exist. So the vast majority of people don’t meet them. But I hate thinking like that. It puts me in a very nihilistic point of view.

35. what is your favourite thing about yourself?

I try hard to spread love and positivity. I have so much love in my heart.

36. what is the nicest compliment you’ve received?

Honestly i dont know.

37. who is your favourite music artist?

Childish Gambino. I had a huge Gambino phase during early high school. I connected to a lot of his music and his personality that was portrayed through different interviews. He was mysterious to me because he doesnt use social media and just keeps to himself a lot. But I like “Camp” because i felt like a lot of that music was relatable to a “White, Black Kid” which was something i struggled a lot with in middle school. I’m fully black but people called me “white” due to my behavior. Which was basically not enforcing black stereotypes. And due to peer pressure I took on the role of the “White, Black Kid” or the “Oreo” (Black on the outside and white on the inside).

38. what was your first kiss like?

It was for my 14th birthday. Looking back on it, it was a mess because I was hella insecure at the time. I was just nervous and asked like 3 times which ruined the mood. I was just surprised that someone wanted to kiss me period. But it was at an ice skating rink for my birthday. It was just me and a bunch of friends but I was “talking” to this girl at the time. Basically we went sit on the other side of the rink and was just talking. All my other friends were trying to look at us which also didnt help my insecurity/bad nerves. But I did it. And i was so happy for the following few days lol.

39. are you a sensitive person?

Tbh, probably. I’m very open to criticism but I also get hurt fairly easily.

40. when was the last time you cried?

A few days ago. Either out of pain from my tooth or heart ache whenever I was first told to slow it down with the girl i was into. Ik its silly to cry over something that small but idk. I’m just being honest and letting yall know the last time i cried.

41. do you believe that love can last forever?

Yeah. That’s the kind of love I want. I want to take some time and enjoy my teenage years but then fall in love with one person and i want to be with that one person forever. I just dont trust enough people to think that we’d last forever tho. That’s why I don’t get into relationships too often. I won’t get into a relationship if I don’t see me and that person lasting.

42. what do you think happens to us when we die?

I’m not too spiritual but I wouldn’t be surprised if Heaven and Hell existed. I’m way too simpleminded to try and comprehend what lies in the afterlife though.

43. have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Sadly. I cried hard as hell myself afterwards tbh.

44. what do you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night?

I’m not sure if this question is asking what thoughts keep me up, or what thoughts put me to sleep. A lot of thoughts keep me up. But it’s not the thoughts themselves, but rather my inability to sleep. I don’t have insomnia but usually if i’m up, I’m up because i don’t want to go to sleep, or im in some sort of discomfort/pain thats keeping me up. And sometimes I don’t go to sleep because I’m texting someone and either im hoping we can have an “interesting” convo or i just wanna stay up and talk to em. And lately either being sick, or my unattended dental problems keep me up.

45. do you believe in aliens?

Okay, lets be honest. As big as space is, you expect me to believe that we’re the only living beings? Yeah okay. Sure. Lol

46. what is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

My friend brought me medicine at work and lord knows I was so grateful because I was seriously struggling. It’s not the nicest but goddamn did I appreciate it.

47. do you find it hard to trust?

I find it hard to trust somebody with my heart. As in I don’t trust many people enough to date them. I’m actually very open which can be a good or a bad thing depending on how you look at it. I see it as good because I feel that it makes me pretty approachable. But it’s bad because I leave myself susceptible to getting hurt by being open.

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