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neowinestainedress · 2 years ago

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Hellooo rebs, i’m back!!

you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this and I’m so happy to finally know your opinion.

Omg I feel even worse now i really made you wait so much, i’m really sorry ☹

graduation is close and I don’t know if I’ll be able to see the dream so manifest for me, pls.

YOU ARE GRADUATING SOON???? OH MY GOOD IM SOOOOO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!! and don’t worry i’m 100% sure you will be able to see them, sending you all my positive energy to you<3

And you saw 127???? So close to the stage??? How was it???

LISTEN i've been the MOST annoying person about it on my cf like the amount of things i've posted about the concert someone needs to stop me😭 but i really can't describe the happiness i felt during that concert like i'm really in this nct shit for life... THE ARE SO SO SO PRETTY AND UNREAL?? I HAD TO STOP EVERY 5 SECONDS AND SAY TO MYSELF "WAIT THEY ARE REAL AND I'M SEEING THEM IRL" their voices are also INSANE they're truly SINGERS. ALSO of course i already knew how beautiful they are but TAEYONG??? LEE TAEYONG WTF? HE´S TOO.FUCKING.PRETTY NO CAMERA CAN CAPTURE WHAT MY EYES SAW LIKE HIS BEAUTY OMG? I DON'T THINK ENOUGH PEOPLE TALK ABOUT IT (this opinion is totally unbiased, he's not even my (main?) bias wrecker) LIKE I FUCKING GET IT i get why he's the center.

About my experience... I GOT NOTICED BY JAEHYUN AND JOHNNY 😭😭😭😭 the johnny one i even have the video: i screamed "JOHNNYYYYYY" and he looked straight at ME and you can hear the girls around me saying OMG HE LOOKED AT YOU + i also have a pic where he is (kinda? at least with an eye shfkdjskfk) looking at my phone while they were singing highway to heaven (one of mark too 😳while they were singing promise you if i remember correctly). Now about jaehyun... taeil was saying his ment and there was like a 2 seconds pause of complete silence so i screamed "JAEHYUNNNNNNN", he was looking the other way so he turned his head and looked at me (i'm sure he only saw my silhouette since he's blind) for a second and i was so SHOCKED that i tried to take a picture, video or ANYTHING but when i checked they were blurry or i was pointing at the floor or similar but i PROMISE it actually happened 😭 the girls around me saw it too. And the last important thing that happened to me: I GOT A PIECE OF TAEYONG'S SHIRT 😭😭 i have the video of that moment cause they were saying their ments when suddenly taeyong took his shirt off and it landed like 3 people away from me so everyone who were in front of us backed off? at that moment i swear i thought i was going to die we literally had to held hands with the people beside me to make a human wall?? and not falling backwards. Then the concert ended and i got trapped in the circle around the girl who had the shirt i was literally being choked and my haechan banner got all wrinkle because of it :( my hand even got stuck in a girls jacket and because of that i got to touch a big piece of shirt that the girl gave to a boy (he was trying to give little pieces to everyone but no one had something sharp to cut it) and i touched the tag of the shirt (it was from the collar-shoulder part)... a minute later they were able to cut the shirt and the boy saw me struggling and said here! and gave me a little piece... the funny thing was that a girl beside who also got a piece said that it smelled good so i was like "..." and i smelled it and it smelled so good (a mixture between fabric softener and like a clean male perfume?) later on i realized the piece had like a yellow stain on it so i guess that was taeyong's sweat 😭😭... and basically that was my concert experience (i'm ignoring the fact that i couldn't see haechan AGAIN like you don't imagine how sad i was when i found out he wasn't coming (AGAIN) because he was sick (i actually didnt care he wasn't coming i was just so fucking sad that he was (and still) is sick i was so worried... so i'm gaslighting myself that haechan is just part of my imagination and that's why he didn't come)

ANYWAYS back to business: THE TRAITOR SERIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The whole problem was that Hyuck took her for granted and didn’t cherish her anymore because she was always going to be there (in his mind)

and FUCK HIM for that!

NOOOO this is another reminder that your ex is not Haechan he's not worth it

trust me i know how much of an asshole he is like he even had the audacity to greet me for my birthday...

it would’ve turned toxic for him at some point, while now they can be friends (they are, they actually have a double date every Saturday, I know I'm the sky)

it kinda was toxic already so PEOPLE DO YOU REALLY LOVE JENO??? DO YU REALLY WANT THAT FOR HIM? and i can confirm they are friends i'm actually the floor

No cause mood ??? the first what are we? from him and I'll be like Idk your dog? That’s fine by me

LITERALLY ME i could be whatever he wants me to be if that means i get railed by him!

Yeah… ‘I don’t like that falling feels like flying til the bone crush’ and so you never even try to fly…

STOP WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS😭😭😭

HELP NOT ME HAVING YOUR LIFE WRITTEN DOWN FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO READ

I FEEL EXPOSED SHFDJKSHFK NO BUT REALLY HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO KNOW MY ENTIRE LIFE

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero… I guess

you know when taylor said "i'll do anything to bring up selena gomez ANYTHING!" that's us but with taylor and LOVE it

You dragging #teamjeno in the mud for me because I can’t say anything /j No but seriously, she never loved him. Liked him? Sure. Was she comfortable with him? Yes. But a relationship that was as deep as he wanted it to be? Absolutely nope.

At the end of the day it's me, haechan and mc againts the world (team jeno)...

I thought that especially with this it was clear that she wasn’t the naïve little girl at the start and knew what she was doing but apparently it wasn’t clear enough idk

AND IT WAS CLEAR i just think some people were a bit too biased for jeno and blinded by their hate for haechan that they kinda ignored that mc actually changed for better and she wasn't the same girl from the start

This is so funny because I wrote this last part thinking about your reactions (I’m sorry) and the main reason I had to lead them both so much and drag her decision for so long was because I wanted to keep you on the edge I’M SO SORRY

YOU ARE ACTUALLY THE EVIL IN PERSON AND I LOVE YOU BECAUSE OF THAT! like i know i'm all dramatic shaking and crying and with my stomach full of knots and shit but sometimes you just need a good lil angst also there's this quote we use in spanish as a meme: "el que tenga miedo a morir que no nazca" (whoever is scared to die might as well not be born) which i think fits exactly with this!

Unfortunately it’s not always easy to do the right thing, and I think outer people shouldn’t judge if someone has a hard time getting out of a bad relationship. We are human after all and we don't always love what is good for us

RIGHT! i get this is a ff so you could have made the characters perfect with a perfect ending but that's not how it works irl and that's why i loved even more this series because i could actually relate to all the characters even if it was a little bit. if you want something not realistic GO READ A FANTASY FIC OR SOMETHING AND STFU (i was writing this and haechan just sent messages on bubble... he literally said FUCK EVERYONE WHO IS #TEAMJENO!!)

I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN IN THIS PART I WILL PAY THERAPY

ARE MAKING FUN OF MY PAIN AM I JOKE TO YOU REBS???

I FEEL LIKE SHIT NOW MAYBE THERAPY IS NOT ENOUGH CAN I SEND YOU HAECHAN AT HOME AS PAYBACK?

EXACTLY that's the ONLY way i'm forgiving you

In my mind this story was much bigger than just #teamjeno or #teamhaechan, it wouldn’t have been fair for Jeno if she chose him out of spite and it would’ve been toxic if she took Haechan back immediately without making it clear that she now knew her value and as much as she loved him she wouldn’t have started crawling on the floor to get some attention. I know everyone is entitled to have their own opinion and I respect that, it just makes me a bit sad when people don’t get her character (like I don’t even care about being team Jeno or Haechan) is just that I can’t sit here and read that MY BABY is weak or a loser, she WAS a loser in 'enough for you' but I’m sure I gave her a character development. I think it's fine to not agree with her choice, probably if I was in her situation in real life I would've picked Jeno (honestly, I would've been alone because why would I date someone that loves me while I don't love them back?) but this is fiction, it's made up, and people can change truly unlike people irl so I don't see nothing wrong with giving chances in a story even if you wouldn't do the in the real world. Like you are the first example, what have I been saying to you? Don't let your ex put you down and don't take him back if 80% of the time you end up being hurt in some way, and your story is almost a copy of theirs.

i totally get your idea that the story was bigger than any team and i agree. to me this series were about the fact they were humans and they fuck things up just like us (some more than others i'm looking at you haechan...) but they also got to learn about their mistakes and weakness and as i said before even tho i was rooting for haechan (since he's my bias and i literally requested a fic about him) i would have been happy with the ending even if she picked jeno or ended up alone because i think every ending had a positive and negative side and especially since you developed so well the characters i grow fond of them that i felt like they were my own friends<3 and also FUCK WHOEVER INSULTS OUR BABY!!! i will fight EVERYONE if that means i'm defending her!!!!!!!!! and yes people need to relax a bit and realize this isn't real life this is just a fanfic and anything can happen. Let people dream!!! as you know my story was very similar to this so PLEASE let me be happy and let mc pick haechan since i didn't get back with my ex (the only good decision i made honestly sjhxdsjkf)

It’s Haechan if he wants he can have me on a leash I wouldn’t complain (just kidding… unless). Can’t relate i’m too lazy you won’t catch these words slip from my mouth (with Haechan…maybe…MAYBE)

for haechan i would do ANYTHING idc i'm a simply girl i see haechan and i simp

And now the general reply (we both write so much help)

i literally started writing this at 1 am and now is 3:04 am... (update: i finished at 4:15 am)

It makes me so happy to know you loved it so much, mainly because I unknowingly wrote so much about you (it’s creepy but cute at the same time). I’ll be honest with you, I wrote this part for you.

STOP YOU'RE MAKING ME BLUSH AND CRY RIGHT NOW. you don't know how happy this fic made me feel (not me saying after crying 72642791527 times every time i read the series) but i swear i've never related so much to a character in my life, like her personality, friends, love story, everything was so similar to what happened to me so it was really comforting to be able to feel so much while reading it, this fic literally gave me the opportunity to feel sad for myself because it kinda was like reading my story but from another point of view? so i let myself cry whenever i felt like it (instead of what i did when this happened to me irl, i mean ofc i cried back then but after a week maybe? i didn't let myself cry anymore because i felt i was being too dramatic and ridiculous so yeah i'm sorry if this sounds too narcissistic i promise i'm not) really, THANK YOU SO MUCH REBS i can't explain how thankful i am for this, truly

At first, I was very tore between Jeno and Haechan but then I went with my heart (Jeno wasn’t even supposed to be a love interest, it just happened) and then I wanted to make it like you, the one who requested it, wanted it. I know it reached a lot of people (too many, I wasn’t expecting so much love for this fic and series) but without you, I wouldn’t have ever written it so in my mind it was like a gift to you because I poured so much love into these three (+ special Renjun mention, he will always be famous) so I owed you a happy ending.

REBS STOP YOU WILL MAKE ME CRY YOU'RE SO SO SO SO SWEET I DON'T DESERVE YOU. Seriously, thank you so much for taking the time to write what i asked for (really, how cool and sweet is that<3). You're such a talented writer and every fic that i've read from you is a masterpiece, you never fail to make me feel so many emotions. finding you was the best thing EVER! and the fact that you could have even killed mc if you wanted but you decided to make me happy OH IM REALLY ABOUT TO CRY the more i think of it the more i want to cry this is literally the sweetest things someone has ever made for me. You literally didn't owe me anything so again THANK YOU SO MUCH I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO EXPRESS HOW THANKFUL I AM and yes RENJUN YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THE BEST CHARACTER YOU'RE LITERALLY A STAR!

I’d love to read the Spanish rant but my Spanish is in very critical condition so let’s stick to English, trust me I can feel how much you love this. Just taking so much time to send me such a detailed analysis makes me so happy and I feel so full of love, I don’t think you truly get how much I loved reading your comments through the whole series and yes, I’m sad too it ended ☹ But I’m happy you got everything I wanted to convey, I knew you would’ve understood my baby (babies… all three of them I love them all for different reasons)

trust me you can't even understand the magnitude of my love and gratitude i feel towards you and this series if i could kiss your brain right now i would!!! and don't worry i won't go anywhere and i will keep annoying you with my very long comments and supporting all your works (i have so much to catch on btw). only hot people got the message you wanted to convey (jk i'm actually the opposite of hot i'm the ugliest person in this planet). and yes they're also MY BABIES (i love them all so much)

I hope you’ll love my future fic as well (+ remember that ask you sent about academic rivals to lovers? I might have started to write it, it will surely take some time but I love the idea too much to don’t even give it a try and maybe this one won’t break your heart so much) and I have two other Haechan fics planned (one it’s almost done and the other is still in the drafts) so I hope you'll like them too.

OFC I WILL REBS! WHAT.THE.FUCK.ARE.YOU.KIDDING.ME??? ?)(/)&%$8%#E4 I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT IM SO EXCITED NOW!!!! and don't worry you can break my heart all you want with your fics because it will always be worthy since they are literally perfect. TWO OTHER HAECHAN FICS TOO?? OMG I MUST HAVE SAVED THE WORLD IN MY PAST LIFE OR SOMETHING

ps: it's YOUR fault my Haechan fever worsened because now I can only write about him

hehe what can i say i guess my spread haechan (obsession) to the world agenda worked! like that man has me on a chokehold that i can only think about him

ALSO one last thing that i wanted to say in relation to that anon... i think people are projecting too much in a silly little fic<3 (i'm the one to talk lmaoo but LISTEN). i know i also projected in the characters since as i said before i related a little too much, but at the end of the day i know this is a fic and they are not real and what i read is what happened and that's it like if it says haechan was trying to gain her back THAT'S WHAT IT WAS HE WASN'T MANIPULATING HER TO LIKE HIM BACK LIKE FROM WHERE DID YOU GET THAT??? IT'S NOT LIKE HE HAD AN EVIL PLAN BEHIND HER BACK OR SOMETHING. HAVE YOU NEVER LIKED SOMEONE BEFORE? i can totally like someone and do sweet things for them because i care about them so i'm trying to make them feel special and show them how much they mean to me and hopefully they like me back after seeing my efforts so tell me anon please enlighten me in what way is that manipulating to you? like why would the end be dark i truly don't get it... especially since they really talked about what happened to me, what he wanted, how they felt, etc., and as you (rebs) said he even accepted the fact that he couldn't force her to take him back so he let her go.

okay that was it, it kinda pissed me off so i'm sorry if i sounded rude lol (i was actually trying to be /hj)

take care rebs, wishing you have a good week, thank you again so much, ilysm<3

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Hi, again!!! And noooo, don't feel sorry, I was just really curious to know about your opinion but I know life gets busy and also you give such detailed feedback I'd rather wait for it than get nothing at all, so it's fine.

Yeah... my graduation is the day of the pre-sale for the dream concert ASK ME IF I HATE MY LIFE? I hope there will be something left for the 3rd

BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT YOU?!?!?!? I'm so so happy you got to have fun at this concert and that it didn't end up in a mess like the other time. Also are you Miss y/n??? Noticed by Johnny, Jaehyun and go a piece of Taeyong's shirt??? You were collecting them all I'm screaming for you

Taeyong IS crafted by God himself like I know, actually I was there when he was creating him. The most handsome man on earth I'm sorry, he's just perfect.

(i'm sure he only saw my silhouette since he's blind)

I’M SCREAMING HE GIVES YOU THE Y/N TREATMENT AND YOU REPAY HIM LIKE THIS AJDDJFOS

OMYGOD YOU GOT A PIECE OF THE SHIRT YOU WERE AMONG THE ONES BLESSED BY GOD I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU it reminds me of when I had to fight for my life to get the signed ball during The Origin, to be honest, I grabbed it but two girls RIPPED it away from my hands and I almost fell so I was like ‘nah, not risking my life for a signed ball’, my friend that came with me is still pissed about it lmao. At least the guy next to you was nicer.

No but it’s true you didn’t get to see Hyuck TWICE!!! LORD THAT WOULD BE MY VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY AAAAA (plot twist: you'll meet him casually one day and he will fall in love) And yes, the last hiatus worried me so much, like heart's problems and sm wasn't doing anything??? Why do they always end up in those conditions to get some rest (and... rest, now... I don't want to talk about it or I'll be MAD)

Now let's get into the happier madness

trust me i know how much of an asshole he is like he even had the audacity to greet me for my birthday...

I wouldn’t wish that upon my worst enemy unless of course, we’re talking about my enemy 💌 anon’s ex, fuck you 💌 anon’s ex, you KNOW what you did

it kinda was toxic already so PEOPLE DO YOU REALLY LOVE JENO??? DO YU REALLY WANT THAT FOR HIM? and i can confirm they are friends i'm actually the floor

RIGHT??? you and me two agents undercover in the sour universe like perry the platypus

I FEEL EXPOSED SHFDJKSHFK NO BUT REALLY HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO KNOW MY ENTIRE LIFE

Cause I’m a mastermind? Cause I’m just insane? Guess we will never know

you know when taylor said "i'll do anything to bring up selena gomez ANYTHING!" that's us but with taylor and LOVE it

No cause why is this true??? It’s so embarrassing (no, not really I’m proud and it’s not our fault she has a song for EVERYTHING)

Yeah I think that too at this point because especially after re-reading some bits through your aks I’m SURE I made everything clear

SORRY NOT SORRY AND YES!! I totally agree and the quote fits perfectly

Haechan might avoid every concert you go to but when it’s time to be against #teamjeno he’ll be LOUD AND CLEAR love him for that

ARE MAKING FUN OF MY PAIN AM I JOKE TO YOU REBS???

I could never 😌😌😌 I just deeply thought of you while planning your digital and emotional murder

I knew you could see the vision. It's kinda like the folklore triangle, three young people trying to navigate life and their feelings and their own persona and it's obvious someone is going to get hurt. But the important thing is to talk about it and make sure nobody is hurting anymore. And yeah, mc get behind me I will fight for you til the day I die.

It makes me so happy to know that somehow – unconsciously – I helped you and especially that you finally let go of all the emotions you held back. I feel you because I also go overdramatic when something happens and then pretend everything is fine but yeah, not the healthiest thing ever...

me rn:

only hot people got the message you wanted to convey (jk i'm actually the opposite of hot i'm the ugliest person in this planet). and yes they're also MY BABIES (i love them all so much)

WRONG I’M SURE YOU’RE THE PRETTIES HOTTEST BESTEST like a good person like you can’t be ugly outside and I'm always right

I COULDN’T FORGET ABOUT IT BUT BACK THEN I WAS TOO BURNED OUT TO EVEN THINK ABOUT IT AND NOW IT'S (SLOWLY) COMING TO LIFE. And yeah, I personally love the one that I think will be the next fic to come out and it's my first time writing Haechan as a good person through the whole story lmao

hehe what can i say i guess my spread haechan (obsession) to the world agenda worked! like that man has me on a chokehold that i can only think about him

YES YES IT'S WORKING. He's always been a bias but he was minding his business but NOOO now I'm into a spiral of madness

Yes!!! that’s exactly what I don’t understand. Their story was definitely toxic before but then they cut it off and grew. I feel like manipulation is such a heavy word to use in this context that's why I would’ve liked at least an insight of their view to at least try to understand where it was coming from because that’s not how I write manipulative characters. HAVE YOU NEVER LIKED SOMEONE BEFORE? Is sending me but yeah when you love someone you try to do everything to prove it, also she gave him the 'mission' to prove her he still loved her, if she would’ve said ‘no, you can’t try to win me back’ the first time they talked (seriously) again, he wouldn’t have done all that.

take care too, honey!!! love you ♡

#anon answered #💌 anon #fic: happier #series: sour universe

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babyboibucky · 4 years ago

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IM SO GREEDY I KNOW 😭😭😭😭😭 but i just thought of 🖋 with ""you deserve to be loved, without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unloveable" SKSKSKSKD THIS IS WHY YOU MIGHT WANNA CONSIDER UNFOLLOWING AND BLOCKING ME KKHFFJJGFKFKKFFD

Okay here it is lmao technically this is a roommates AU with Chubby!Bucky BECAUSE I KNOW YOU LOVE HIM 🥰

THIS GOT SUPER LONG WTF I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY LMFAO

It was past midnight when Bucky found you sitting in the shared kitchen, alone and in the dark. He carefully approached you, not wanting to scare you with his presence.

“I thought you were out.” He said, pulling a stool and sitting across from you.

You looked up and forced a smile, “Should ask you the same thing. I thought you went out with Sam and Sharon.” You responded.

Bucky shrugged, fiddling with the pack of gummy bears on top of the table. “You know clubs aren’t my thing. Besides, it’s a chance to get some peace and quiet in here. You know how they are when they’re here.” Bucky said, hoping to get a genuine chuckle from you.

Unfortunately, his quip didn’t seem to work seeing that you only responded with a small smile. He’d never seen you like this, so down and quiet. You were always bubbly and loud, spitting jokes and just...happy. He knew you were supposed to be out with a guy you’ve been exclusively dating, so in a way, he assumed that something must have happened.

“Gummy bear for your thoughts?” Bucky asked, taking one red gummy bear— your favorite— from the pack.

This time, you managed to let out a genuine laugh. You looked at Bucky and smiled at him, taking the gummy bear from his palm and then popping it into your mouth. It took you a few seconds to speak up and Bucky patiently waited, he didn’t even force you to say anything.

“Is there something wrong with me?” You blurted out.

Bucky frowned, “Why would you even ask that?”

You shrugged, “John dumped me...for his ex. It’s just that none of my relationships seem to last because of me.”

“Woah now, I don’t think none of it is your fault. John is a douche, it’s his loss not yours. Good riddance, in fact. Never liked him.”

Bucky froze when he realized how much he had to say about John. Truth was, Bucky admired you...he liked you so it was beyond him why the guys you dated would even dump you.

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged again. “I feel like I’m not enough, you know? I mean...ugh, I’m sorry I’m being dramatic here. But you bribed me with a gummy bear so now you have to sit through this shit I’m about to say.” You laughed.

Bucky slid over the entire pack of gummy bears over to you, “If that’s the case then this is all yours. I’ve got all night to listen.”

You blushed at Bucky’s statement and had to compose yourself before letting it all out. You’ve always been confident but ever since you noticed a certain pattern in your dating history, you couldn’t help but question yourself. It’s either the guys you dated would dump you for a new girl or go back to their exes.

Bucky listened to you intently and never even interrupted you. He just sat there, acknowledging you and your emotional outburst.

“John said he wasn’t ready for a commitment, that’s why we decided to casually date for the mean time. And then this afternoon he just said that he wanted to end shit because his ex came back, trying to fix their fucking relationship. I mean, am I not worth committing to? Am I just not...worth lov—“

“Don’t even say it.” Bucky warned, leaning forward on the table.

“You’re beautiful and smart. On top of that, you’re hella funny! Those guys are just blind not to appreciate what they have in front of them. You’re absolutely perfect just the way you are, I know it sounds cheesy as fuck but I’m telling the truth.”

You pursed your lips because it was the first time that someone told you something that you truly felt was sincere. Genuine. You could feel the tears coming and as much as you hated crying, you weren’t able to hold back the tear that slipped.

“Don’t even dare compare yourself to anyone. You’re just...you. And that’s what makes you so easy to love. Fuck John and those other guys who didn’t see that. I know I do.” Bucky said, reaching out to wipe away your tears with his thumb.

You sniffed, “What do you mean...you do?” You asked.

It was Bucky’s turn to blush at his sudden confession. “I uh...might have been...in love with you...?”

You made a face, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked.

Bucky rolled his eyes before standing up, “I mean...look at this.” He said, motioning over to his body, his shirt clinging tightly over his pudgy stomach.

“I’m not that attractive. I felt like someone like you deserves someone better.” He admitted and sat back down.

“I can’t believe you’re saying that after the speech you just gave me, Bucky.” You explained.

“You’re a good guy, Buck. The kindest I know. And you’re cute and you know me better than myself. We’ve been living under the same roof for what, almost five years now? And you always took care of me. Don’t think I never noticed, I always did.” You confessed.

And then it hit you like a big yellow school bus. You’ve been trying to better yourself for the other guys you’ve dated. And by better, it meant changing yourself. Not entirely, but still. Some of your habits or mannerisms, sometimes they made others uncomfortable. The way you’d laugh out loud, you often try hard not to do so, afraid that it might turn off your date.

All this time, you’ve been the realest with Bucky. And he accepted you, all of you without exceptions. In fact, Bucky felt the same way with you. He never felt embarrassed about himself whenever the both of you hung out together. You lifted him up, always gave him compliments and even helped him out pick his clothes.

“I might have realized something.” You said

“And that is?” Bucky asked curiously.

“Maybe we deserve each other.” You softly said and the smile that Bucky gave you felt like the beginning of something.

Bucky nodded, “Maybe we do. Should we...you know...try this thing?” He asked, taking your hand in his to play with your fingers.

You laced your fingers with him, “I’d love to.” You said.

“But I think we should buy a new pack of gummy bears for Sam first, he’s gonna kick our asses if he sees we finished everything up.”

#bbb writes #bbb fic prompts #WTF THIS GOT LONG #sorry for the sloppy writing wifey lmao

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hayjeon · 7 years ago

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Girls Like You (ft. Jeongguk)

→ badboy!jk, jock!au, prequel (part 2) to You Who [M] (part 1 here) → 8k words, (lots of fluff, slight smut, tiny bit angst)

A/N: Yay! Thank you everyone for enjoying the badboy!jk couple! You Who was my first fic to get to 1k notes, and after uploading the prequel pt. 1, I reached 1k! Thank you everyone again, I’ll be following up with a post soon! :)

In the meantime, go check out my other tae fic, Give and Take, that I uploaded as another surprise :) It’s a similar au that I wrote before this prequel, so I think you guys’ll like it!

You woke up with raging headache and you squinted your eyes at the sun shining through your blinds as you sit up. Grabbing your phone, you see the time 10:42 am along with other texts from Jihyo and Jungyeon. Groaning, you thank the stars that its Saturday morning and you have no other obligations today. You walk over to the kitchen and grab yourself a cup of water and chug it and rub your eyes.

Your roommate walks out and laughs at your state. “Rough night?”

You squint at her. “Oh god, I don’t even remember how I got home.”

Nayeon frowns at you, “You don’t? I was next door, and I heard you talking with Jeongguk. Seems like he put you to bed then.”

You scrunch your eyebrows. You distinctly remember going to get drinks after Jeongguk told you about the divorce, but everything after the moment you left the food truck was blurry. You gag, and clutch your mouth as you run to the restroom and empty your stomach into the toilet bowl. Nayeon just follows you silently and pats your back as you cough. “Damn, haven’t seen you get drunk in a really long time.”

You groan, flushing and grabbing your toothbrush. “Ugh, I remember why I hate drinking, I’m a fucking lightweight and hangovers suck.”

You finish brushing your teeth and grab your phone to send Jeongguk a quick text as you eat your cereal.

[To: JK, 11:01 AM] Hey, thanks for bringing me home last night. Ugh, I have a horrible headache :(

Usually Jeongguk is quick to respond, but even after finishing your cereal and getting out of a long hot shower, your phone is silent. You assume he’s busy with practice and reply to Jihyo and Jungyeon.

[To: group message, 11:32 AM] Hi, im awake

[From: Jihyo, 11:33 AM] good morning sleeping beauty, it’s been a while since u woke up so late

[To: gm, 11:33 AM] Sorry i got shit drunk last night :( and i passed out until now

[From Jungyeon, 11:33 AM] uh WTF with who? tfti

[To: gm, 11:34 AM] jeongguk

[From: Jungyeon, 11:35 AM] ugh I told you to be careful of him! what if he like convinced u into sex or something?!

[To: gm, 11:35 AM] ugh shut up he even put me in bed, relax

[From: Jihyo, 11:37 AM] just be thankful it wasn’t his bed

[To: gm, 11:37 AM] omg its not a big deal stop

[From: Jihyo, 11:37 AM] its so obvi u like him, we’re just trying to protect you.

[From: Jungyeon 11:38 AM] ya...heard from lisa today that the rumor is true. he humped and dumped jennie the other night

[From: Jihyo, 11:38 AM] omg... srsly, why do you even like him?

You set down your phone with a groan, curling up in your sheets, feeling a bit sick again at the reminder of the fact that Jeongguk did not see you as anything other than a friend. Which explains why he was okay with tucking you in with no problem and fucking a gorgeous girl like Jennie. You sighed as you closed your eyes.

Jeongguk growls as he benches another five pounds on his personal best. Gritting his teeth he lifts the bar once, twice, before clanging it back on the original position, his phone lying discarded next to him. What a fucking joke.

It was just his luck that you were too drunk to remember what exactly had happened. Just his luck that he ended up falling for the one girl that was exactly the kind of girl who deserved more than guys like him. You understood him, you were independent, kind, real, smart, sassy, funny, and everything he’d wanted in a girl. But he was the kind of guy who did one-night stands, who ended up unknowingly winning the bet on who got to fuck Jennie first, played football and was forced to attend huge parties where he got piss drunk again and ended up waking up with a ranging headache and an unknown body naked next to him. Rinse, and repeat.

He never intended for it to become like this. What started as just getting accustomed to the team and its dynamics ended up in him developing an ego much too big for him to control, and a sex drive that he indulged too much. And now, it was too late. For once, he’d found something he wanted to prove himself to, pouring into his studies to impress you and convince you that he wouldn’t fuck you over like other athletes, and going lengths to salvage a friendship with you instead of scaring you off with the rumors of him being a fuckboy. The actions he did were genuine, he loved being able to walk you home to spend just a few more minutes with you, and tried his hardest to never miss your food truck nights. Whenever he saw you struggling with the huge textbooks, he found it natural to just sling his football bag over his shoulder and grab it from you, the thankful gleam in your eye when you smiled at him a much more than generous prize for his actions.

You were different. You were honest, yet kind. You were funny, but still he found it so easy to just spill all his thoughts and concerns to you. You were so, so smart and diligent, and he really thought it was your most attractive feature, how driven you were on accomplishing something. And most important to him, was the fact that you knew him. He’d scrolled through your other texts that night, seeing how you defended him against your friends’ quite valid accusations about him. And his heart sank when he realized you harbored feelings for him since a while ago, feeling that he returned but was too much of an asshole to own up to.

Because you truly deserved better.

He was pumping again when Shownu walked up to him, offering to spot him. Jeongguk nodded and continued pumping the bar. The older boy commented, “Hey, so, you know that girl you’ve been hanging out with recently? Y/N?”

Jeongguk pauses, “What about her?”

Shownu grins, “Well Wonho and I have a bet going on to see which one of us can a nerd’s virginity first. And since you know this girl, wanna hook me up?”

It all happens way too fast. Jeongguk slams the bar down in its place and gets up from the bench and lunges at Shownu, landing a hard punch straight on the linebacker’s jaw and kneels on top of him with his hands at the collar of his shirt. “Don’t you fucking dare to try that shit with her! I’ll fucking kill you!” He yells out, shaking the guy.

The other guys training in the gym run over, grabbing the quarterback and yanking him away from Shownu, who’s bleeding from a busted lip. Smirking he taunts Jeongguk. “Why, you like her or something? Ha! Should’ve known your style was a cutesy little quiet nerd like her.”

Jeongguk lunges again, but Jimin is there to pull his arms back. “Yo, bro, quit it. If coach sees, you’ll be off the team.” He mutters, and Jeongguk calms down, breathing heavily. He yanks his arms away from the boys and stomps towards the locker room.

Jimin looks at Shownu who smirks at Jeongguk’s retreating figure. He’s never seen the younger one so angry before. “Not cool man.” He glares at the linebacker before jogging after Jeongguk.

He finds the younger player sitting on the locker benches, his head in his hands.

“Hey, bro, you ok?” He sits besides Jeongguk and waits for him to respond.

“I’m fine.” He grits out and Jimin frowns. “Uh, well, you’re clearly not, so I’m not gonna leave until you tell me what’s been up your ass this whole time.”

When Jeongguk doesn’t respond, Jimin carefully tests the waters. “Is it... is it Y/N?”

Jeongguk stands up, grabbing his towel and heading towards the showers. “I don’t want to talk about it hyung.”

Jimin watches him leave and glances at his phone on the bench. In the lock screen is another unopened message that Jeongguk probably hasn’t seen yet.

[From: Y/N, 12:43 PM] Hey, are you ok? Can we talk?

So he gets an idea and swipes the message open, using the quick reply option to text back a response before tucking it into the pocket of Jeongguk’s duffel bag.

[To: Y/N, 12:44 PM] Yeah, meet me at the game tonight. We can talk after. Wear my jersey.

You’re a bit giddy at the thought of finally going to one of Jeongguk’s games. Apparently, according to Nayeon, getting invited to a football player’s game wa a pretty big deal. In addition, wearing his jersey was also a pretty clear sign of interest. A glimmer of hope was in your chest, because Nayeon also mentioned that no girl had been invited to Jeongguk’s games, and better yet, he’d never invited any girl to wear his jersey before.

Not even Jennie. So you smile as you check your hair, curled to perfection, once last time and smooth the jersey over your jean shorts. You’d paired some regular black converse with the look and a white t-shirt underneath the jersey to make the emerald green and yellow colors pop. Turning around, you smile at the large 58 with “JEON” stitched over it. Someone had dropped off the jersey at your door, and you suspected it was the one who lived three floors up.

You check your phone and text Jihyo and Jungyeon that you’re on your way as you hitch a ride with them to the game. They, despite being quite studious, were still into the football games and went often. So you decide to sit with them. The bleachers are already packed when the three of you arrive, and Jihyo breaks off to go buy your snacks, and you and Jungyeon go to find some good seats. Thankfully, theres a small space for the three of you pretty close to the middle front, and you plop down before someone else can get it.

Jihyo returns and you three chew on your nachos and hot dogs happily as you watch the game. You avoid their prying questions about your jersey and watch as Jeongguk literally owns the team. The stands erupt in cheers as he scores another touchdown, and he doesn’t even give them a glance as he runs back to center. You scream along with them, pumping your fists into the air and yelling his name.

But he doesn’t even look your way, though, you note with a disappointed purse of your lips.

Maybe its because he’s so into the game, you think, and you stand up to go to the restroom when halftime is called.

You’re standing in line for a refill of your drink per sans Jihyo’s request, when someone taps you on your shoulder. You whirl around to see someone in a jersey with a helmet on so you smile widely.

“Jeongguk?”

The figure whips his helmet off and only then, you recover from your excitement and realize that this guy is shorter than Jeongguk and has a different number on his jersey. A handsome guy, with red lips and sweaty black hair smiles down at you. “Hey, Y/N right?”

You nod hesitantly, gripping the cups in your hand. Since when did football boys know your name? “Uh, yeah. And you are?”

He tucks his helmet under his arm. “Wonho. Nice to meet you. What brings you here? Jeongguk?”

You nod, biting your lip as you take his outstretched hand. He holds on a little too long for your liking. “Um, yeah.”

He smirks down at you, licking his lips. Other people in the line are glancing at the receiver chatting up the girl who had Jeongguk’s jersey on. “You guys dating or something?”

You frown, “Uh, no, but it’s none of your business.”

He holds up two defensive hands. “Woah, my bad. It’s just because I wanna get to know you a little better. How about you come to the afterparty?”

“What afterparty?”

He cocks his head as he hears a whistle, signaling for him to make his way back. “Basically, this team here is good, but we beat them every single year. We have parties whenever we win, and Jeongguk will be there too! You should come! Just hitch a ride with anyone and they’ll be going to Seokjin’s house. That’s where the party’ll be!”

When you hesitate, he just throws another smirk at you as he jogs backwards. “See ya there!” He turns and runs towards the pit. And you step up to your spot in line, confused, but a little excited.

As expected, your college’s team wins with an easy victory, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Jimin yells into the mic about the party, and the football team disappears into the pit. You try to follow, to try and get a conversation with Jeongguk and congratulate him, but you’re swept away by the rush of people getting out of the stands and into the carpools to Seokjin’s party. Sighing, you give up and hitch a ride with some girls from your math class to the house.

It’s a huge mansion, the frat house, and is already booming with music and drunken people are dancing lewdly when you enter. It’s your third time at a party like this, and you recall why you haven’t forced yourself to come again to something like after the second. Parties like this weren’t your thing, and you hated how hot and claustrophobic it felt and how loud these things were.

But you tack on a smile as you see the football boys getting out from their trucks in the parking lot a few minutes later, freshly showered and greeting the guests with handshakes and loud cheers. Before you can spot Jeongguk though, Wonho, from earlier jogs up to you with a wide smile.

You can’t help but feel a tiny bit cautious around him, something about him was so off-putting. But he greets you politely, and smiles as he maneuvers you away from the entrance of the house and towards the kitchen. You look back to try and catch a glimpse of Jeongguk, but he’s quite insistent, so you let him guide you away. Leaning against the bar, he asks, “So how are you liking the party.”

You bite your lip as you eye the dance floor and the overflowing drinks. “Um, I just got here so...” He notices your hesitation and smiles, “Well, then you gotta drink!” Ignoring your protests, he walks away from the counter, claiming to grab you a drink. You watch him leave with a pout, wanting to just go find Jeongguk.

You sit down on a stool, observing your surroudings. The large living room has been converted into a dance floor, the DJ on the second floor bouncing along with the crowd to a loud beat that’s ringing in your skull. You can see couples giggling and jogging up the steps to hide away in one of the countless rooms, or making out furiously in the corners. In the dining room, there are boys who are chanting, “Drink drink drink!” at the new frat boy recruits, holding the poor kids above their heads as they stick a tube into his mouth and force him to chug the bag of beer. On the dining table, some people are doing body shots. You cringe as in the den you can see some guys whipping off their shirts and girls giggling as they remove theirs too in a game of strip poker.

Was this the kind of world that Jeongguk enjoyed when he wasn’t hanging out with you? You frown as people elbow you and bump into you as they drunkenly stagger towards the dance floor, regret rising in you as you strain your neck to see where Jeongguk is. But he’s nowhere to be found.

Actually, he’s sitting in the living room, in a corner where a few couches are clustered, sipping on his drink as he boredly ignores the chatter of the annoying girl next to him. He shakes off her arm when she gets too close, and rolls his eyes when she leaves with a huff. Jimin notices and plops down next to him. “Bro, you feeling better after the game?”

Jeongguk finishes off his cup with a glare. “What are you talking about?”

Jimin is drunk, clapping Jeongguk on the shoulder. “Well, you won, and Y/N was there to see it and all!”

Jeongguk whips his head to him. “What did you say?”

Jimin laughs again, too drunk to see his mistake. “I invited her to the game since you were too much of a little dramatic pussy to actually invite her yourself. She wore your jersey and everything!”

Jeongguk stood up, knocking Jimin off his balance. “Where is she?” But Jimin was too drunk to respond, and passed out against the couch.

“What the fuck?!” He grits out, grabbing his hair in frustration. There was a reason why he didn’t invite you to these things. It was because he didn’t want you to see how dirty these things were, and definitely after hearing what Shownu said the other day, didn’t want you fifty fucking feet near another football player.

Yugyeom, one of the nicer boys from the team pipes up from the corner. “I think she’s here, Jeongguk.” He says lowly, and Jeongguk gapes. “How the fuck did she get here?”

Yugyeom shrugs. “Not sure, but I saw her in the kitchen with Wonho hyung.”

“Fuck!” Jeongguk surges up and out of the living room with a start, and storms into the kitchen. He sees Wonho leaning into you with a smirk and offering you a cup and he runs up and knocks the red thing out of your hand before you can lift it up to your lips.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He seethes at you, and he hates how his gut clenches at your face that splits into a bright smile like a fucking thousand christmas lights. “Jeongguk!” You exclaim, as he surprises you. “Uh, Wonho here invited me.”

He turns to the smirking older male. Stepping up to him, he snarls, “You do anything to her, I’ll fucking kill you.” Wonho eyes the drink on the floor with a smirk and Jeongguk realizes with anger that the bastard had probably spiked the drink in order to win the bet. Glaring up at the male, he grabs his collar and growls, “I swear to god, you and Shownu better call off that fucking bet right now or I’ll make sure you won’t be able to say anything with that dirty little mouth of yours.”

You jump up and grab onto Jeongguk’s arm, trying to pry him off of Wonho. “Jeongguk! Jeongguk, stop, it’s not a big deal! He was just being nice!”

Wonho just sleazily smiles and yanks Jeongguk’s hands off of him. “Hear that? I was just showing her around. No need to get your panties in a twist man.” Patting his collar off, he assures the collecting crowd that everything was okay before winking at you and walking towards the cheerleaders. Jeongguk tenses up and pulls you behind him when he winks, and when Wonho disappears out of sight, turns to you with a glare. He sees you wearing his jersey, and wonders how the fuck that fell into your hands and how fate had messed up and dragged you straight into the trap that he was dreading on you witnessing.

He grabs your wrist, ignoring the way you look up at him in slight fear, and drags you outside, where it’s decently quiet, away from prying eyes.

“Ow, Jeongguk, let go!” You hiss as he finally lets go of your hand. You cradle it to you, the skin there red from his tight grip. He’s angry, and you’re not exactly sure why.

“What’s your problem? You’re the one who invited me here and you’re acting like a little ass right now!” You yell, tears pricking your eyes.

He visibly softens at the sight and steps up to try and comfort you. “Y/N, I’m sorry, that wasn’t me. One of the hyungs sent the text to you as a joke and dropped off my jersey to fool around with me.”

Your heart sank at the words. He was angry because he didn’t want you here, didn’t want people like you mixing in with his friends. He watches as your expression falls and realizes how you misunderstood his words.

“W-wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that, wait,” He reaches out for your hand again, but the angry tears are already falling and you wipe them away with your hand before glaring up at him. You whip off the jersey, leaving you in only your white t-shirt and tearily croak out, “No, Jeongguk, I get what you mean.” and turn away and run down the sidewalk towards the bus stop. He catches the jersey and groans as he turns to run after you, but suddenly the music gets louder and his teammates rush him.

They lift him up on their shoulders and throw him around, “Cheers to the quarterback! Drink! drink, drink!” They shove a shot into his hands and cheer as Jeongguk downs it, but by the time he comes back out and looks for your figure, you’re gone, the bus stop empty.

What he doesn’t know is that while you were waiting at the bus stop, you were waiting for him too. One word, one action, and you were ready to apologize. But then you’re hugging yourself as the weather gets a little too cold, and someone walks up to you.

“Well, isn’t it Y/N? The bitch that’s been dragging our Jeongguk-ie around on a leash.” You look up to see Jennie and her posse of girls glaring at you in their cheerleading outfits.

You stand up, frowning. “Excuse me?”

Jennie rolls her eyes. “Don’t play dumb with me, bitch. You call him your best friend and always try to get him to go on your little food truck dates. The entire school knows by now. What a joke.” Her friends titter as she smirks and continues, crossing her arms.

“Let me warn you. Stay the fuck away from him. You know he’s been missing out on some of the parties because of you? And because of that he’s also been missing out on getting to know the team and the cheer squad. And it’s all because of your stupid little dates and you dragging him to the library. Give him some space, and stop making his life into a little charity event.” With that, she turns on her heel and walks away. The bus pulls up with a screech, and you clamber on, numb and still reeling in shock.

You plop down on the seat, exhausted, and curl up in the corner and try to press yourself into as small of a ball as you can manage. Because the tears were coming, and this time, there was no one to hug you and make them go away.

Jeongguk wakes up again, recognizing the guest bedroom of the frat house, groaning as he rubs his eyes. It was 4 AM, and next to him a girl was passed out. With a glance at her face, he recognizes her as Rose, one of the girls from Jennie’s friend group and groans, realizing that this was going to cause ten times more drama than he wanted. Rolling out of bed, he grabs his clothes, a can of beer, and his phone and runs out, stepping over sleeping bodies and puddles of beer to get out of the house.

Last night was a mess. After you left, he threw himself into the alcohol, unable to man up enough to give you a call or even get in a taxi and try to find his way home, where he knows you’ll be. Because despite wanting to reach out and hug you close and reassure you that he’ll never hurt you again, is the nagging reality that literally, good girls like you deserved so much more than bad boys like him.

So he digs his hands in his pockets against the cold breeze and begins briskly walking towards home. By the time he reaches the area, the sun has begun rising and he swigs back the drink and stumbles up the stairs towards your apartment.

He collapses against it, forehead against the cool metal of your door, and bangs on it, yelling your name.

After his drunken antics, two girls open the door, that he recognizes through his haze as Jihyo, your close friend, and Nayeon, your roommate. They glare at him with squinted eyes, clearly having been woken up by his fuss.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jihyo hisses. She makes a move to shut the door, but Jeongguk grabs the handle and yanks it back. “Please,” he mutters, “I need to see her.”

Nayeon shakes her head. “She hasn’t been able to sleep all night because of you. Don’t you think it’s right to give her a little space?” When he doesn’t respond, she tries to close the door again but he slumps against the frame, croaking, “Please, please.” When they don’t budge and just glare down at him, he begins yelling drunkenly into the hall behind them. “Y/N?! Y/N! Please, please, let me explain myself!”

Jihyo and Nayeon try to wrestle the door from him, and you emerge, your eyes red and puffy from crying. He stops and freezes when he sees you, and you walk up to him, and your friends disappear into the bedrooms to give you some spac.

“What do you want, Jeongguk?” You whisper, and his heart sinks at the way your voice quivers.

“I’m sorry. I never wanted to let you see me like that there,” he mumbles, still reeling from the drink. “I never invited you cause I didn’t want them to make bets on you,” he slurs, and you frown.

“Jeongguk, what are you even saying?”

He groans, slumping against the doorway. “’m just really scared of loosing you, that’s all...I really, you’re really m’ best friend ‘nd I like--” he slumps completely, and you scramble forward to catch him. Groaning under his weight, you steady yourself and call out to Jungyeon, and together, you both manage to shove him into the elevator and walk him to his apartment before letting him collapse onto the couch. He groans and mumbles your name and turns over, and you straighten up, glaring down at him with nothing to say.

Jungyeon groans, “I swear I’m gonna fucking neuter him if he even comes across my sight again. You don’t deserve to be hurt like this, Y/N.” At the last thought, the water works begin and large tears roll down your cheeks. She coos, “Aww, Y/N,” and holds you to her as you sob again, unsure of how to feel. She guides you out the door and tucks you into your own bed, watching as you cry yourself to sleep for the second time that night. Looking at the time, it was already way too early in the morning to go back to sleep, so she shakes Jihyo up and storms out of the house with a glare of determination.

“Okay, spit it out Park Jimin,” she snaps, crossing her arms at the frightened boy. “Or else I’ll literally grab the scissors over there in the cashier’s cup and jam it down your crotch.” Jimin glances nervously at the said cup and shakingly crosses his legs, cupping his family jewels.

“W-what’s going on?”

Jihyo rolls her eyes. “Oh, you know what’s going on. Why did you prank Y/N like that? We know you sent her the text with Jeongguk’s phone.”

He recalls the incident and winces. “Oh shit, my bad. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way.”

Jihyo glares, leaning forward with a glare. “My bad? My bad is what you say when you come and go to sleep before I even get a chance to take my pants off. My bad is what assholes like you say when you make a tiny mistake, not screw someone’s entire reputation and life over!”

He holds his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay! Jeez, you’ll never let me live down that moment ever, won’t you?” Sighing, he leans forward. “I only sent that text to her because Jeongguk was being a little pussy. He clearly likes Y/N.”

Jungyeon stops, “Huh?”

Jimin nods, “He got really mad when Shownu and Wonho made a bet on who can get into a nerd’s pants first. So when Shownu asked Jeongguk to set him up with Y/N, he flipped.”

Jungyeon curls her lip in a sneer. “You guys are literally, so disgusting.”

Jimin nods sheepishly. “Well, I wasn’t part of it, so...yeah. But anyways, Jeongguk really likes her but he mentioned that he can’t make a move because he doesn’t want her to get a bad reputation from him. Did you guys say something to him that made him think like that?”

Jihyo frowns, “Uh...well like we do tell her that she deserves better than him, like, practically everyday.”

Jimin groans. “Of course you do. And you literally convinced him to back off from Y/N, when all of us know that they really like eachother.”

Jungyeon and Jihyo exchange guilty looks. “Well,” Jungyeon pipes up, “Jeongguk isn’t really doing a great job of convincing us he can treat Y/N better otherwise, so, there’s that!”

Jimin shakes his head. “Trust me, he’s a really good kid. It’s just that when he’s with the team, the older guys sort of pressure him to drink and go get girls and it just sort of happens.” He shrugs, “That’s the entire environment of the team. But trust me, Jeongguk is one of the more conservative ones and has started sleeping around less with anyone since he started hanging out so much with Y/N. The whole Jennie thing was a mistake. He does it often when he gets stressed out or mad.”

Jihyo sighs, “You can’t expect us to think a guy like that is okay for our friend, do you?”

Jimin shakes his head. “You know, I can’t convince you that he’s good enough for Y/N. Cause to be honest, from what I’ve seen, she’s a great girl and practically no one I know is good enough for her.” Your friends nod in agreement. “But what you have to do is trust her, that she likes Jeongguk for a reason and keeps him around for a good reason.”

They exchange looks as they nod slowly, uncrossing their arms.

“Hey, Y/N,” someone calls out, and you break out of your thoughts while sitting alone at the library. It felt too empty and cold there to get any work done anyway. When you catch sight of Jimin coming your way you sigh and turn back to your work.

“Woah, hey, hey. Please just give me a listen. Let me explain myself.”

You turn to him with a tired expression. “Explain what?”

He sits down, facing you with a solemn expression. “I-I just wanted to apologize.”

You lift your eyebrow and he continues. “I didn’t mean to make it seem like a prank. Jeongguk had just been moping around all day and not confronting his feelings for you and so I just wanted to help him out a little. I had no idea he wouldn’t notice you were at the game, and no idea you would come to the party.”

You run a hand through your hair. “I don’t really care about the text thing Jimin. I’m angry because of how Jeongguk acted at the party and how he’s just treating me like I don’t belong.”

He sighs, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t you understand? You don’t belong.” He raises a hand to stop you from cutting in as he continues, “You’re so much better and kinder and smarter than all of us, and people like us don’t deserve to hang out with girls like you. That’s why, Y/N, that’s why he didn’t want you to come to the party, because guys like Wonho were betting on who could get you into bed the fastest.”

“Th-they did what? A bet?!” You stutter, your breath coming out in short gasps.

He nods, “Yeah. They’re the seniors on our team so no one really says anything about it but they’re really douchebags.”

You think to how oddly nice Wonho was to you and scoff. They were really trashy human beings.

He leaves with a final statement. “Trust me, Jeongguk cares for you. But sometimes, people like you deserve better, so people like us try to stay away.”

Jeongguk stares down at the jersey in his hands, it still smelling slightly of your natural scent, and he fists the material as he grits his teeth. He missed you like crazy. Jimin had woken him up this morning and told him what chaos he made at 4 AM in the morning at your house and Jeongguk was so fucking pissed because even if he tried to, he couldn’t stay away from you.

“C’mon team, let’s go!” The coach yells and whistles and Jeongguk shrugs on his original game jersey on with a grimace, pulling on his helmet and mouthguard. He jogs out with his team, the stands erupting in cheers as the team runs out.

The team huddles and the coach reads out instructions for their plan of attack. Jeongguk was on the offense again this time as the quarterback. He zones out a bit as they yell coordinates, and Jimin pats him on the back.

“Hey, Jeongguk, you okay?”

He shakes his head, and Jimin pats his helmet. “Hey, do your best okay? She’s here.” He jogs away as Jeongguk whips off his helmet and mouthguard, and he turns around and scans the bleachers filled with people.

But there are too many people in the stands, and he can’t find you and his coach yells his name before he can jog over to see where you are.

You watch him from the sidelines, a hat stuffed over your eyes as you watch him hesitate as his eyes scan the bleachers. You duck your head even further until he runs off and joins his team and look back at him, the blaring 58 zipping across the field to take center position. Jimin had told you that Jeongguk was avoiding you because he felt like he wasn’t good enough, and if he was telling the truth, you were here to give Jeongguk one last chance.

All you wanted was some honesty. Because he probably had no idea how much you loved him, and how much you were willing to forgive everything he had done as long as he was willing to work with you.

Your mind wanders as the game progresses, drowning out the cheers and screams from the stands. You pick at the holes on your jeans as you watch the game progress, and get up to grab a drink. You step down the metals steps and slowly make your way to the concession stand, making sure to keep your cap low over your eyes.

Suddenly, a hand grabs you and whirls you around. You gasp in surprise as you spin around to see Wonho smirking down at you.

“Going somewhere?” He sleazily grins down at you, scanning your body shamelessly.

You yank your wrist out of his hand and face him with as fierce of a glare as you can muster. “Get the fuck away from me Wonho,” you hiss.

“Ooh, feisty,” he mewls, an arm slipping around your waist.

But you grab it and crack his fingers towards his wrist, and he yelps with a growl, and tries to get out of your grip, when you kick him right in the crotch. Jeongguk had once taught you to aim there in self defense. He groans and falls to his knees, clutching at his balls. “What the actual fuck,” he groans and glares up at you. You glare at him, and grab your drink and walk away with a smirk. “If I ever catch you doing shit like those stupid ass bets again on other women, I’ll quick you so hard you’ll never be able to fuck again.”

You walk out to the bleachers, expecting to see the game proceeding as usual, but no players are out running and are huddled at the corner of the field. You tap a girl who’s whispering with her friends. “Hey, I’m sorry, what happened?”

“Jeon Jeongguk got hurt!” She exclaims, pointing at the huddle. “The other quarterback ran into him really hard and he’s not getting up.

You drop your drink as you sprint towards the middle, but the fence prevents you from from running onto the field. You watch desperately as players and medics scurry around Jeongguk.

“Is it a concussion, coach?” One of the players asks.

The medic shakes his head. “I don’t think so. But I have no idea why he’s suddenly so weak.”

Jimin scrambles down and pats Jeongguk’s cheek. “Hey! Get up! Y/N is here! You can’t give up right now!” Jeongguk opens his eyes and pants heavily. Jimin helps him sit up, “There you go, she’s right there!” He points towards you and you watch as they yell something at Jeongguk before helping him up and point at you. You’re confused because you can’t hear anything, but Jeongguk nods at whatever Jimin yelled and gets up slowly, grabs a drink, and then faces you.

Everything stops, when he finally sets his sight on you, and he can see the worry on your face from halfway across the field. You’re gripping onto the fence and straining to see him. He musters up his courage, ignoring the way he was winded when the other quarterback slammed a bit too hard. But he was okay, and seeing you made everything even better. He smiles, and waves at you, and you burst into tears at the sight, relieved that he’s okay.

With that, he turns and grabs his helmet, his members encouraging him as he joins once again on the field.

He leans down, hands coming down to grip the grass. He remembers how you looked at him, desperate to see if he was okay. Jimin grunts out something, “Go get her, Jeongguk!” And begins yelling out instructions for the team. “Alright, 62, hike!”

“Right right right!” “Lets...go!” “Hold your block, hold it!” “Go!”

The whistle blows and the players rush at each other as the timer begins. Jeongguk grunts as he runs with the ball straight towards the goal post, and players jump and fall behind him, trying to grab his tail. His linebackers slam into the other boys, their shoulders slamming against shoulder pads and grunts echoing across the field.

He yells as he strains his legs to run as fast as he can, the time ticking as the game draws to a close in a few seconds. Grunts and yells echo behind him, but he can’t think of anything else as he runs and runs towards the two yellow bars in front of him. He tumbles as he runs past the white line on the grass, and the bleachers erupt in cheers as he makes it past the yard line the moment the clock buzzes 0.

But he drops the ball and doesn’t stop running, making a U-turn from the end of the field to come running straight to the bleachers. His teammates yell out for him, jogging after him towards the bleachers, but he doesn’t stop, because he has his sights on you.

He whips off his helmet, and finds you behind the fence, which he hops without a blink, and waits until he’s in front of you. You’re looking up at him with trembling lips and teary eyes, and he smiles down at you, you’re seriously the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He runs the last few steps and grabs you by the waist, lifting you clear off the stands and pressing you to his body. You begin crying, blubbering as he spins you and sets you down on the dirt of the field and leans down to hug you, a strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from collapsing and another pressed on the middle of your back, pressing your chest to his.

And he sets you down, ignoring the whoops and hollers behind him. He cradles your cheek in his hand, leaning down to smile at you. You blubber, “Are you okay? You’re feeling okay? Jeon Jeongguk, I swear you had me worried sick I thought-”

He smiles and whips off your cap, swoops down, interrupting your crying, and presses his lips hard against yours. You gasp into the kiss as he swipes past your lips, moving his lips against yours with desperation and joy and happiness. He grits against your lips, his smile so wide he can’t kiss you properly. “I like you, Y/N. No, I think I love you. And I’ve been so stupid because I don’t deserve you. But I also don’t ever want to see you walk away from me again. I’m gonna fight for you.”

You smile up at him, tears still streaming down. “A-are you sure?”

He smiles, leaning down to capture your lips in another breathtaking kiss.

“I’m so sure.”

It’s the night of your one-year anniversary with Jeongguk, the first week of senior year, and you’re currently at his house to work on a group project together.

Correction: you’re currently making out with your boyfriend on his couch, the assignment forgotten on the kitchen table.

He groans as you perch on his lap and peck his lips teasingly, his hands coming up to grab your waist as a warning. You giggle and hold his cheeks as you lean down to press your lips hard against his, dipping your tongue against his lower lip and then nipping at it, earning another warning. “Y/N...”

You smile as you wrap your arms around him, and situate yourself a little more comfortably on his lap, while, is currently trying his hardest not to spring up a boner at the feeling of you wiggling your ass into his lap. His hands are on your waist though, and his body betrays him because he subconsciously digs his fingers into the small of your waist and presses you closer against his chest. He practically melts at how soft you are and how warm you feel against him, and tries to hold himself back. Even though it’d been a year since you’d made it official, and a blissful year at that, he’d been careful on how far you two went. He knew you had boundaries that you were careful about, and never wanted you to feel pressured into taking your relationship a bit further.

But with the way you kissed him and pressed your breasts to his chest and wiggled your hips against his crotch, his dick was saying otherwise.

“Fuck, Y/N, if you keep this up, I’m not gonna be able to stop,” he groans as he distracts himself by kissing down your jaw, licking hesitantly at the crook near your ear, making you sigh above him.

You hesitate, thinking about how hard you thought about regarding taking your relationship with Jeongguk further. You were still a little scared, because you’d initially wanted to take it to the next step a while ago, but you also wanted to go slow. And on this night, when the moon was high up in the air and some stupid episode of some TV show was blaring in the background of his house, you were way, way too much in love with this man underneath you to think about anything else. It was the perfect moment.

You lean down, kissing him desperately. He groans again, and you detach from him, smiling down at him and thumbing his swollen lips and giggling at his blushing cheeks and overblown pupils.

“I-I think I’m ready.”

“W-What?” If possible, his eyes get even wider and his cheeks blush scarlet red as he gapes up at you.

“I love you, Jeon Jeongguk.” His hand comes up to swipe your hair away from your face, and he smiles. “I love you too. Are you sure?”

You lean down and wrap your arms around him, smiling as he lifts you up and carries you towards his bedroom.

In this moment, when his arms are around you and you’re in just your pajamas and he in his, everything feels so right.

“I’m so sure.”

#fics #bts fluff #bts fics #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook fics #jungkook angst #bts angst #jungkook scenarios #bts scenario #bts fic #bts fanfic #jungkook fan fics #jungkook fanfics #jungkook imagines #jungkook drabble #football!au #jock!au #smut

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dreamyarcana · 7 years ago

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Arcana Tag ^-^

Muse Preferences & Nature Aesthethic tag!!

tagged by @nadias-bitch im so sorry it took me this long to do this lmao and thank you so much for tagging me i love these things ngl they make me feel loved

tagging: @kittykatkatfish @mosaic-marquise @hexqueen84 @bloodbluebat @murielswife @gonna-punch-a-ghost @jovonovo @rowdyravens @mushroom-boy-oz @thefoxylexyblog @logicalapprentice @thesilverarmada @es--arcana @christmasace @line-artsy @danifandxm @sheepycasual @thearcanafox @forestscyther

@christmasace @rowdyravens @rosethearcanist @doodlebugsapprentice @goodguymercy @kissingagrumpygiant @drdevorakwrites

anyone else who wants to lol haha

lol i tried to hit a mix of my followers i see repeatedly in my notes <3 bless them and follow??? im so grateful for this kind of stuff bc i love getting to know people’s mc’s its so much fun

and a bunch of a blogs thelastparagraph i generally look up to because they exult that cool air like wtf i wish i was that cool??? so sorry if you’ve been tagged im horrible at keeping track at who has and who hasnt

thanks so much XD

tags under the cut!!

Basic Info About My MC

Name: Isla

Zodiac: Pisces

Favorite Food: Blueberry Parfait

Favorite Drink: Sparkling Cider

Favorite Flower: Rose

Muse Preferences

Open curtains | Closed blinds ~ Stray dog | House cat ~ People | Pets ~

Outside | Inside ~ Half-empty | Half-full ~ TV | Radio ~ Sing | Dance ~

Shoes | Sandals ~ Cash | Credit ~ Hike | Drive ~ Casual | Elegant ~

Center | Corner ~ Sword | Shield ~ Airplane | Boat ~ Fizzy | Flat ~

Garnished | Plain ~ Extra salt | Extra pepper ~ Spicy | Mild ~

Record player | Digital media ~ Opaque | Transparent ~

White lies | Complete truth ~ Blunt | Subtle ~ Noisy | Silent ~

Books | Music ~ Familiar | New ~ Youth | Experience ~

Spoon | Fork and knife ~ Knife | Baseball bat ~ Space | Ocean ~

Bow and arrow | Blow dart ~ Love at first sight | Slow burn ~

Freckles | Dimples ~ Long eyelashes | Long fingers ~

Soft lips | Sensitive neck ~ Stubble | Thick hair ~

Slow dance | Intimate conversation ~ Candlelight dinner | Stargazing ~

Natural Aesthetics

BOLD the natural aesthetics that appeal to or apply to your muse!

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rain clouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder.

icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss - dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds. grey winter skies.navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf - bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites .creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water.

flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt. soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter.delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain.

summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground.

bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree - bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliff sides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis.

a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain wading peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands. a frozen lake.

#long post #sweet jesus #xd sorry its so long #tagged

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lukeysgirl · 7 years ago

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The Note Tree ❋ L.H. Pt.11

Part E L E V E N

Summary: A cherry blossom tree, residing at the farthest part of the schools courtyard. Nobody dwelled there, and you didn’t care much for it. Until you kept hearing one song played over and over, with lyrics changed to touch at your curiosity. They knew you were listening, and one day you gave in and made your way to the pink tree. Waiting for you, a series of notes tied to a single strand of string.

Word Count: 7k+ (jesus wtf)

AN: VERY IMPORTANT GUYS: this might be the last part i release before i enter uni and find myself incredibly busy with class so i am so fucking sorry for that. i wish i could keep writing this consistently and finishing by maybe november but it might be a little longer than that. to those who love TNT: ya’ll are amazing and im so grateful for all the support and love ive gotten for it. im also just so sorry to disappoint, and will try my best to update them as timely and well-done as i may xx

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

I M A G I N E

Thursday - Frozen Day

“You’re so careless!” Savannah lectured, tapping your head in scolding while you sat there and took it.

For the trip, the teachers had forced all the seniors into the gym at the very moment everyone stepped into the school. The gym, though newly renovated and shiny, was disgusting. The glossed, light-brown (wooden) planks of the floor were ornate with splotches of dirt, dust, and residue of athlete sweat. There were several basketball hoops around, with two scoreboards on the width sides of the gym. Those black scoreboards were off and collecting cobweb with the ceiling emitting super white lights down to practically blind you.

But that was the least of your worries.

“Des, if you keep offering me your breakfast burrito, I’m going to bash my head against the wall,” you huffed under your breath, having Des continue to wiggle the said food in front of you. You and the girls were huddled in a corner, with you in the very corner, slung down and allowing your large Thrasher sweatshirt to swallow you. Des had been to your right, sitting in a pretzel with Alexis to your left with her legs folded the same. Savannah sat like a princess, as she chose to wear this long, floral skirt because it matched with her beige crop top.

“Have you eaten?” Des asked, completely skeptical of you.

“Yes.”

“How can I believe you?”

“By trust my word?” You suggested. You understood they were worried and you understand fully well how careless you are. But this was just absolutely uncalled for and unnecessary. “I ate a bagel with raspberry cream cheese and orange grove orange juice.”

“It sounds like you went to Starbucks.”

“I did.”

“Bitch, with what money?”

“Someone came in clutch,” you replied simply, not necessarily wanting to get too deep. Des stared at you wistfully before looking away, knowing you hadn’t want to say another word more. You looked over to see Alex begin braiding her long, brown locks and you began to randomly wander about Luke and how he dealt with his blonde hair.

Does he wake up to it being messy? Or is it always curly when he wakes up? Can he put it upwards in some sort of quiff? Is it long enough for a man bun? Oh boy, why the fuck did you even care?

What about Luke’s hair do you give a shit about? It aggravated you how much your mind played this useless games. Luke has somehow weaved himself into most things you look at. You see video games being broadcasted outside game shops and think about if he had an Xbox or a Playstation. Sometimes when you saw kids play little league sports at parks, you wondered if he’s played any real serious sport. Truth be told, it was bothering you and gave you a headache than you already get when you interact with said boy.

“Seniors!” Announced a teacher at the dead center of the gym. You didn’t bother looking up, too exhausted to divert your eyes somewhere other than the ground. “If you’d like to see who chose you and your groups camp schedule, come on over!”

Immediately, you heard people rise with feet dashing the glossed ground over to the center of the gym. A cheap plastic table was set up with folders of papers, likely the schedules and whatever the hell else the man was saying. You were quick to mute him out as you fiddled with your thumbs. You didn’t care enough to see what group or what the schedule was. You just wanted to get it over with.

“I’ll get the schedule for you,” Alexis hummed, giving your shoulder a squeeze before your three companions rose from the ground and slowly made their way to the lines of students. You sighed, already bored to be in the gym, wasting time by sitting around and not even getting a wink of work. Of all things, you hated not being productive.

“Y/N.” A familiar male voice sounded through, his figure casting a shadow over you. Being swallowed up by it, your eyes glanced up only to emit a deep sigh before diverting down to the glossed ground.

“Go away,” you spewed, distaste already dancing on your tongue as Nathan took a seat beside you. You tossed a glance only to find Nathan swallowed up by navy blue sweats and some yellow shirt representing a college you couldn’t exactly make out from your angle. But aggravation soon drowned you as Nathan sat down in a pretzel and scooted closer to merely brush your shoulder with his own. “God, why me?” You breathed, looking up at the ceiling in hopes someone from the skies heard you.

“You know Y/N, you can’t be cold like that forever,” Nathan pointed out, having you roll your eyes in how little you cared for Nathan’s words. “You might get denied form several jobs in the future if you’re that brutal.”

“I’m only cold to you because you serve no benefit to me,” you said quietly. “If it’s an employer, of course, I wouldn’t act this way.”

“You’re a breathing glacier with valid reason,” Nathan hummed, having you still stone-faced before Nathan flicked his wrist to present a sheet of paper to you. You looked at it curiously, taking it from him to read its contents clearly. “I found out what group you’re in, and I was hoping you could do me a favor so I can return a favor.”

Your eyes dilated, seeing your leader assignment that was the one and only: Luke Hemmings. You figured you were going to be in his group, hence why you hadn’t bothered putting in the effort to beg to Ashton. But you had some hope that maybe one of the boys would give you a little sympathy, regardless of being Luke’s friends. Now you were to suffer greatly on a trip you initially wanted to bail on.

“What gives you the upper hand to even ask that of me?” You grumbled, knowing as fact Nathan has some sort of ‘threat.’

“Are you sure your head didn’t fall on the floor?” Nathan hummed curiously, having you glare over at the chestnut-haired entity. “It seems your intelligence lost a few bolts.”

“Fuck off and tell me what you’re trying to exchange.”

“Well, I’m just gonna tell you what I want: to be in Lucas’ group,” Nathan began, having you raise your eyebrow. You weren’t gonna respond, assuming he was going to continue and hopefully finish. “Not only to be around you, but to make sure you’ll be okay.”

“Oh, and you care over my well-being?” You began sarcastically. “Oh wow, you must think you’re such a good person for caring over a girl like me.” Nathan grinned at this, attempting to dismiss it with an unhurt smile. But you knew in the very curls of his lips the slight pang of pain from your cruel words.

“I don’t trust that asshole taking care of you any better,” Nathan began quietly, his veined hands clenching onto his knees. “He’s gonna be responsible with 22 others to really dedicate time for you. You know this, Y/N.”

“I don’t need people looking after me, alright?” You spat. “I’m 18, I’m responsible of my own damn self. Enough that I can take care of myself.”

“Your nurse’s trip yesterday says otherwise,” Nathan contradicted in a hush tone. You flinched, refusing to meet his gaze as your eyes stared at the shining floor. If you could punch the boy, you would. “No sleep, no food, no water in your system? I dunno about you, but to me it seems like you can’t take care of yourself too well.”

“Just shut the fuck up already,” you grunted, pulling your sleeves more over your hands as you tugged at them with your hands. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“I know that your home situation isn’t great,” Nathan dared, having you close your eyes. Just go away, you thought. Just fucking get away from me already. “And if you think I’m being pushy, imagine how Luke would act if he knew.” Right then, your heart stopped, eyes wide and completely laid upon the chestnut-haired imbecile.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” you growled. “You wouldn’t-- you said you were selfish, that you were glad Luke didn’t know.”

“Well sure,” Nathan hummed as he leaned a little back. “But I see how Luke annoys you so I figured this exchange would be reasonable. I keep my mouth shut and you get the honor of having me have your back.”

“I feel like I don’t win as much,” you hummed lowly, your eyes diverting up to study the mobbing group of students seeking their papers. For Nathan to keep quiet and keep Luke at bay, he’ll be in your group for the desire to be near you and watch over you. The entire situation was idiotic, you knew. But you would rather ‘burden’ Nathan with the responsible he refuses to believe he doesn’t have than Luke having it. You still disliked both, but your favoritism resided with Luke if ever the question was put out there.

“It seems like you would rather much have me annoy you than Luke,” Nathan said with ease.

“That still makes you annoying, dumbfuck,” you spat, rolling your eyes a bit as you emit a quiet yawn. This frozen day was finding itself to be worse than you honestly expected it to. But you glanced over to see Nathan muted, simply staring at you wistfully. Likely waiting for a response. “...But fine, Holland, okay. I’ll ask Luke. But if he refuses, that’s completely beyond me.”

“Fair enough then,” Nathan dropped before rising to his feet again. You felt his shadow cast on you once again, his eyes down on you as well as you merely looked up at the boy. “But I do expect you to try, you know.”

“Ha,” you uttered dryly, watching as he turned the heel and escaped towards the hoard of people.

Boys are stupid. Boys are stupid and obnoxious, and absolutely one of the things that you didn’t need. You didn’t need anyone, really. But it was really heartwarming to have the girls you did have around. And, you suppose you could give some credit to Luke for being considerate, even when he’s annoying, flirtatious, unnecessary, and moronic.

“Y/N, you are right!” Des chirped, having you look up to see the 3 infamous ladies return with their papers. She quickly dropped herself beside her, her braids bouncing from the impact as she showed you her paper. “I’m with Calum!”

“And I’m with Michael.” Savannah mewled with a fond tone. “And Alex got in with Ashton.”

“Told you guys.” You allowed those girls to sit back in their seats and exchange bubbly words about the plans and what not. You’ll be reading Luke’s group schedule later as you were growing a slow and steady headache. Nathan and this entire keeping a secret was bothering you. Not because you felt guilty about not telling Luke, but feeling like an idiot to have Nathan know at all. You feel more like an idiot to fill yourself up with such strong poisons and lose your mind.

I should’ve just walked alone from the party, you hummed to yourself. Not even-- I should’ve just not gone. Stupid Luke and his stupid ‘I owe you.’

“Ah- I’m in Luke’s group!” A shrill scream suddenly popped you from your self-loathe and discipline to look up and see Nadia wave her paper around in the middle of the gym. Chatter quieted down from this but they still resumed as she flaunted it about to the girls around. And, hilarious enough, the girls’ shoulders drop in disappointment, seeing as they likely wanted to be in his group, too. You shoulders only fell because Nadia was stuck in your group and you really didn’t want to be anywhere near her. The thought even impulsed you to deflate her just a bit.

“Nobody fucking asked,” you said firmly, loud enough for the words to wash everyone over like a wave. The quiet chatter soon became almost silent whispers as Nadia turned over to you. Her red hair danced from the very action, her entire body swallowed up by a pink-like beige sweater and a brown skirt. She glared down at you, her poppy seed pupils dilating by the small shock that it was you who uttered the words.

“Look who’s feeling bold today,” Nadia hummed, her 1-inch heels clinking upon the shiny floor as she began making her way to you. You looked up at her, entertained a bit as her shadow was slowly arriving to cast upon you. “What’s wrong, sweetie? Did you not get into his group?”

“Sorry to burst your ego, Princess,” you spat, opening your paper to break the air to show it to her. “But I’m also in his group. I don’t give enough of a shit, and you have no reason to brag because that’s just you among the other 10 girls with us. So sit the fuck down, alright?”

A few ‘ooo’s sounded, pairs of wide eyes and surprised expressions floating in your periphery as you looked up at the redhead. She looked a bit embarrassed, her cheeks lightly tainted pink as she waved your paper away. You put it down and shrugged, looking away to see your girlfriends look at you with surprised, wide smiles.

“You’d best watch your tongue with me, Y/N,” Nadia growled, gritting her teeth together as she leered down at you. “I’ll make your camping time a living hell if you say anything smart like that.”

“More of a hell than the one I’m currently living?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. You then chuckled, looking down at the paper loosely between your fingers with delirium. “I’d honestly give you an applause if you could manage that.”

“Is that a challenge I hear, Y/N?” Nadia hummed, haivng you look up to meet her eyes. Hers were dim, but yours held a dark intimidation that made her eyes flicker with hesitance. But she seemed determined, more or less, to fuck up your time. Before you could counter, Des quickly rose and placed her hands on her hips.

“Bitch, I dare you to try it,” Des huffed, a splash of attitude leaving her tongue. “You touch my girl at all during that trip and I’ll personally stick your ass up in a tree for an entire damn night.”

“Great, don’t tell me the ape is in our group, too,” Nadia slurred dreadfully, having you widen your eyes as Des was pulling up her sleeve to pack in a punch. But Savannah and Alex quickly got on their feet and grabbed her before she could dare do a thing.

“You better watch yourself on that trip,” Des growled. “I may not be in your group, but my ass will switch if I gotta punch you mute.” You chuckled, shaking your head at Nadia’s audacity. You leered up, seeing how she glared down at you as if you’ve done wrong. Quietly, you crumpled the paper and stuffed it in your bag before forcing it on and getting yourself up.

“I do really feel bad for you, you know,” you hummed as teachers quickly began to rush over to the scene. “I understand that you genuinely need attention to live, and that’s something you can’t help. But I think you shouldn’t do it by picking at others. Especially people who aren’t afraid to give it to you, because I know Des will punch you to another reality. Unless you’re a masochist, then please, be my guest. Fucking swine.”

“Y/N, out,” a teacher scolded, having you shrug as you sauntered away from the girls and Nadia to leave the gym. Which was fine with you, really, as you didn’t like the smelly disgusting gym to begin with. But when the teacher escorted you out, you met eyes with the control in your mind. You groaned, rolling your eyes in actual disbelief as you began walking down the corridor. “Console your group member, Hemmings.”

“Will do, sir,” Luke replied, his voice growing distant as you stomped away. You weren’t agitated, you were just pretending to be. Nadia was annoying, but it’s difficult to set you on the edge of vexation as you kept marching away. You could hear Luke’s kicks jog on the floor as his hand made it to your shoulder. “H-hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, actually,” you hummed. “Just pretending to be mad so the teachers think I’m an angry, troubled child.”

“Okay, but why were you sent out?” Luke asked, his hand still on your shoulder. You were waiting for him to force you to face him, but he didn’t. He just kept his hand there, probably one of the most gentlest gestures you’ve ever actually received by a boy.

“Ah, it was all Nadia, truly,” you hummed, listening to Luke groan in disappointment. “She began flaunting over the fact that she was in your group, so I told her that nobody asked and so she came over and started something. It was only right for me to continue feeding her energy to strengthen her pettiness. It’s like an RPG, Luke. You only get stronger if you fight.”

“Yeah, but you do learn better strategically if you pull back from fights that you don’t need to take on,” Luke replied, having you shrug. It was a fair answer, you had to admit that much. Not that you’d tell him though, or else you’d be feeding to his ego. And God knows inflating that ego only made you wither.

“Anyways, we argued some, I said a few bad words, and now I’m out here,” you spewed simply. You then turned, looking up to see strong jawline, sharp nose, blue-eyed devil Luke Hemmings stare down at you worriedly. You actually flinched, unsure as to how to take this. He needn’t words to get your heart racing, and that was something you weren’t too down about at the moment.

“You better not be like that on the trip,” Luke warned softly, having you raise a brow up at the blonde before you. “I put her in our group because I thought it would be good if you two tried to get along.”

“Me get along with Nadia?” You asked in genuine astonishment. “Has the Devil split the ground in two and risen from the deep depths of hell? Has God finally descended from the clouds to tell everyone? What is this life?”

“Y/N, I’m serious,” Luke insisted, his frown deepening as he led you over to lean on the cold, metallic lockers. “I doubt you want to graduate knowing you had a grudge on someone.”

“I don’t have a grudge on that imbecile,” you huffed. “She’s the one being a bitch to me and the least I can do is defend myself. What gives her the right to be a cunt to me when I haven’t even done a thing to her?”

“You’re rather cold to her, Y/N--.”

“You mean the way I act to everyone besides Sav, Des, and Alex?” You spat, leering up at the blonde. Luke gulped harshly, quickly quieting down as your point evidently dissolved into him. “I don’t need to get along with Nadia because I don’t need her in my life at all. So don’t start forcing me to do something that neither I nor her want.”

“I just want to help you--.”

“Want to help?” You spat immediately, having Luke flinch, his face paling up as he looked down at you. You blinked a few times, staring at him to allow the gears in your brain to turn. “Put Nathan in our group.”

“What the fuck? No,” Luke immediately dismissed, having you scowl at him as he looked away, slightly vexed. There was something swimming in those ocean eyes, but you couldn’t really hint at it if they weren’t staring directly at you. “Absolutely fucking not.”

“Excuse me, but I’d like to enjoy myself when we go to the forest,” you hummed. “I want him to swat away all the mosquitoes, or get stung by them instead of me. I’m sorry, but rashes aren’t my thing.”

“I can do that for you!” Luke insisted.

“You’re the leader, dumbass,” you huffed, shoving his chest gently. “They need to make sure you’re fine and running well-- you can’t be holed up taking stings for me. Just let Nathan do it so I come back rash-free.”

“Y/N,” Luke growled. “He’s a nasty person, I don’t want him in my group spreading his bullshit around.”

“He’s going to be pining over me, he’s not going to be spreading no bullshit.”

“That makes me more adamant, Y/N,” Luke huffed, rolling his eyes while still refusing to face you. You sighed, annoying that you were forced to actually put in a good amount of effort into getting the other vexing person in your group. Clenching the hold of your bag, you rolling your eyes and stomped your foot.

“Why do you even hate the guy?” You began. “Your jealousy over him is invalid, so something has to give. Why do you hate Nathan?”

Luke tried to emit something in response, but found himself frozen and speechless. His upper, pasty cheeks tinted a light pink as he dragged his tongue along his rouge lips. You could see how hesitant his was, the distance in his eyes indicating how rapidly he had been thinking. They were even getting clouded before he crossed his arms over his chest in distress.

“That’s not important right now,” Luke muttered sheepishly.

“Right, okay,” you sarcastically replied, somewhat in disbelief from Luke’s stubbornness. “Just get him in our team.”

“Or else what?”

“Or else I’m going to tell you to fuck off the entire trip,” you threatened, having Luke’s eyes divert to yours (finally) to flare up in jealousy. “I’ll ignore you when we have breaks for chat, sit as far away from you during breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I won’t be bidding you goodnight before I sleep.”

“Cruel!” Luke blurted, obvious pain dancing in his face as you shrugged. He knew he couldn’t test you, you’d keep your promise in your words. That’s just who you were, even if you didn’t exactly want to avoid Luke. His shoulders slumped, his blue eyes losing its color for a moment before letting out a strangled sigh. “Fucking fine, I’ll transfer him.”

“Wait, seriously?” You hummed in disbelief, looking up to see disgust in his face as he nodded slowly. You swallowed, mouth a little dry as you chewed on your inner cheek. “Well shit, okay.”

“But I’m never leaving you two alone,” Luke huffed angrily. “I don’t trust Holland, and I swear if he does anything with you--.”

“Will you stick him up a tree for an entire night?” You questioned, reminding yourself of Des’ backlash with a smirk on your lips. Luke bit on his bottom lip, contemplating the finishing sentence as he nodded.

“Sounds about right, yeah.” You giggled, having Luke raise an eye in puzzlement before shrugging it off. He lent you this extremely warm smile, one so gentle that it was intimidating. You looked away, letting out a small sigh as you allowed silence to seep in. But right then you decided to pop it.

“Anyhow, thanks for the ‘scolding.’“ You curled both index and middle fingers you own in the air. “Can I go back now?”

“Mm, I dunno,” Luke hummed, watching as he bent over and got his face close to yours. You stiffened, trying to counter his attempt to embarrass you by glaring at him. The tip of his nose was tempting to just meet with yours, knowing that if he did, a spark will somehow surge through and make you jump. “I don’t like it when you’re not around.”

“That sucks,” you huffed. “You’re just gonna have to deal with it.” I don’t like it when you’re not around. Luke honestly couldn’t give your head or heart an actual break. How inconsiderate.

“I already do when you’re not,” Luke hummed woefully. Trickles of vexation surged through when listening to his down tone. You didn’t like it, it was too unlike him. “I’m supposed to be in the gym now anyways”

“Yeah?”

“Gotta flaunt my leadership and meet all the members,” Luke hummed. “I chose some pretty chill people, so you shouldn’t be too bothered or irritated by them.”

“Oh geez, did you select them in my favor?” You wondered, “because I’d definitely have to counter that, considering Nadia is in our group.” Luke was quick to bring his hand to the nape of his neck to give his lower curls a scratch.

“Like I said, it’d be good if you guys could try and get along,” Luke hummed awkwardly. You looked into his azure eyes long and good, flickering your pupils about as he stares directly back. But his irises slowly thin with the widening of his own pupils, having them a little shaky. You were grasping at possible guesses, hoping to find a better reason than the one he insists.

“Is it because you feel bad for her?” You hummed, looking ponderously in his eyes. The oceans dim, his pupils divert itself elsewhere awkwardly, “oh, that must be it! I wonder why...” you practically sang, going up to catch Luke’s chin with your hand. His eyes go back into yours, lightening up only a tad, “If you’re gonna lie, at least give me a good, believable reason as to why you’d add the Devil reincarnated into our team.”

“You’re quite good at digging, aren’t you?” Luke praised, evidently a little vexed at your skill. You smiled in triumph, letting him go to back up from him once more.

“Years of practice,” you murmured, not too fond of the skill but just enough. Pursing your lips together, you studied Luke for a moment before looking back at the menacing gym doors. You changed your demeanor and quickly pulled in the Puppy Eyes, “wanna get out of here?”

Luke got easily caught, his heart halting at the very sight of you. You had plead and beg in those mystery swirls, not caring if it seemed so unlike you. It was so unlike, but you have to do some hard shit to get what you want sometimes. And if this was it, you were more than prepared to do something so simple and only slightly degrading. But Luke easily succumbed, “destination?”

“Away from the gym,” you murmured, having Luke look at you skeptically. But it was obvious he was surprised at your question. Him out of all people? You’d rather go somewhere with one of the girls. But Luke had a bit of superiority now, so you figured he’d be able to get you out of the tiring confines of that gym. “Just follow my lead, yeah?”

“Y/N, what’re you--.” Before he could do anything, you began to yell.

“She’s such a fucking bitch, I can’t handle her!” You growled, your face grimacing with pure heat in your words and eyes. A few teachers idling about looked over worriedly, eyes peering in curiosity. Luke widened his eyes, quickly putting his hands on your shoulders as if to hold me back. “Let me go back in there and give her a damn smack on the mouth! Disrespectful bitch!”

“Uh-- calm down, Y/N!” Luke spoke over you, a little awkward at first but assertive. It was believable enough, you thought, as you continued shifting angrily in his hands. You did press pressure, requiring the appearance to make the teachers actually believe it as the assistant principal got close.

“Is everything alright, Mr. Hemmings?” Her voice rang, having Luke nod as he continued to hold you. You allowed searing growls to leave you, leering at the teacher to have her flinch only slightly. It was amusing to be considered a cold being around the joint.

“Yes, it’s alright,” Luke hummed, “but I think I need to chat with her for a moment. Mind getting another professor to go over the schedule with my group? I really need to speak to Y/N as she disagrees with the selection of my team.”

The teacher merely nods, having Luke nod from his glance before turning back to you. You continued to act rabid, having Luke grab you by the wrist and begin tugging you out of the hallway. You made sure a string of curses stayed behind your legacy as Luke dragged you away. As he did, you looked at his sturdy back and noticed a paper stickied onto it. No fucking way...

Removing it from his back without him noticing, you jog behind him with your freehand, you shakily open the note and reveal its contents.

‘I’m a huge cryer. Once I had been away from my mom for about 2 days, and I had sobbed within the first 3 hours of the trip. It’s really bad, but I just miss people a lot when I’m away from those I love -H’

He’s adorable, you thought to yourself as you stuffed the note into your pocket. It was annoying that you didn’t know who he was, but learning about him through these small notes was fascinating. You were discovering a real person, either some shy boy who was this cute, or a jock who keeps these as secrets from the public view. It just made you so curious as to who this person was, and it itched at your mind.

A question though: how the fuck did he get the note attached to the back of Luke R. Hemmings?

“Hey,” you sounded to Luke, who continued to lead you away. But he slowed down when far enough, having you appreciate the gesture greatly. “Where are we off to?”

“Away,” Luke replied, having you take the answer as you let him take you to wherever away was.

You found yourself in your English class, vacant with papers and chewed up yellow pencils sprawled about.

“I hate this class,” you hummed, slowly sauntering over to the fern chalkboard as Luke walked along the rows of tables by the door. Your fingertips dragged along the words, taking away the colored chalk in the letters and words jumbled about, leaving dashes and holes all around. “I love English, but this class is so slow that I’m ahead,” you hummed, looking around to see the big lesson soon which is ‘Love prevails all.’

“Keep in mind that you’re you and everyone else isn’t,” Luke said fondly through chuckles, “everyone else doesn’t have such a smart, easily interpretative brain like yours, Y/N. You’re far too unique to be in the crowd of copies.” You smiled at this curtly, still staring at the green entity to conceal it from his view.

“I try,” you admit, bringing your hand before you to see your fingers dirtied with the white powder. “But sometimes I do wonder at what cost...”

“Elaborate?” Luke asked kindly, always willing to lend ears.

“I mean,” you began, clearing your throat a bit, “I’m very happy to be where I am currently with 3 amazing people as my friends, but they’re always out having a blast at those social gatherings while I keep my face stuck in a textbook.”

“Nn,” Luke hummed in comprehension, “so you think you’re missing out?” You nodded, looking distantly at the small bookshelf that was at the end of the chalkboard by the windows. “It’s too late to get out there, you know.”

You scoffed, smiling a bit at his words, “you’re far too optimistic, Luke. We’re already in our senior year-- my 3 years are spent and my last one is already looking to be spent.”

“That’s because you’re trying too hard in a year that doesn’t matter so much,” Luke snorted, having you immediately snap your neck to face the blonde boy by the back of the classroom.

“Pardon you, but I’m trying to get myself in a good university,” you snapped, “it doesn’t matter if my grades ‘don’t count’ this year. I’m always going to do my best, to not only prove it to everyone else but to myself. To prove that while everyone else is the same, I’m... different.”

“Weren’t you just complaining about that?” Luke hummed curiously, having you look away again, studying the textbooks collecting dust, “the only rabbit in the turtle race.”

“Well, I want to be a little both?” You chimed almost suggestively, “I mean, I definitely won’t let go of my studies for even a second, but maybe I can let loose just for a few hours every weekend? Not so late like your venue concert, but I mean, just a bit of time away from home. B-but I also don’t to seem like a slacker or some party animal...”

“I kind’ve get what you mean,” Luke began quietly, having you glance over to see him saunter to your desk, “like that’s the side of you that you want to keep and have it exist but not be the entirety of you.” You gave Luke a lingering stare, seeing the way he looked wistfully at your desk and brushed his fingertips along the scratched in gang names and doodles.

“R-right, yeah,” you sputtered, somewhat surprised at how understanding Luke was. It was like he himself was in the same shoes, but that couldn’t be possible, could it? He was the popular guitar player in a band who goes to parties and has girls constantly swooning over him. He indulges in attention and is said to be the life of every party he steps one single foot in. “Does that sound crazy or somethin...”

“I think it’s cool,” Luke mumbles genuinely, his tender words quickly making your heart race, “you want to stay true to yourself to everything while still experiencing something that’s out of your comfort. It’s really rad, ‘n I respect that.”

You smiled at this, feeling a little better as you slowly made your way towards the boy, “you’re actually not that bad, Hemmings.” This quickly caught Luke’s attention as he snapped his neck and had his blue eyes widened and fixed on you. No words came through just yet, but his bewilderment was quite the sight, “chillax, I’m just saying you aren’t as much of an ass as you always act.”

“N-no it’s not that,” Luke stuttered, both large hands covering his face as he looked away. You stayed at his back, confused as those curls perfectly fell down the nape of his pale neck. You wondered what happened, wanting to step closer without stepping on a border. “It’s unusual for you to be candid in such a sweet way-- it caught me a little off guard.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you huffed, “it’s not gonna happen often, and this might end up being a one time thing.” Then, suddenly, Luke chuckled after your words, and you couldn’t help but lighten up. His laughter was always so gentle and warm, like a morning dew of a summer morning, with bells dancing along with the wind current.

“I won’t,” Luke assured, turning around to show his cheeks only a little bit tinted with pink, “but I like this you-- this raw version. Just makes me fall even deeper.”

“Fucks sake,” you scoffed, looking away to shake your head in disapproval, “don’t even begin with calling me candid when you’re especially so. You’re not in love with me.”

Luke let that hang for a moment, having you feel his blue eyes stare at you as he held a smirk. You looked over at the window beside your seat, reminding yourself of the stalker. The Note Tree, the assumed title of the song this random boy wrote for you. Always changed, 30+ days worth of one lyric change that had always kept you wondering how his eyes was always on you but you could never coincidentally meet them. You emit a sigh, somewhat vexed at everything and the stalker and the boy before you with a warm smile and beautiful ocean eyes.

“That sucks,” Luke hummed, “because I am very much in love with you and proud to be incredibly deep in. I’m practically by the center of the earth-- it’s beyond boiling point.” You shook your head, chuckling at how much of a dork he was.

“So what should I do about it?” You sounded, rolling your eyes over to see him gnawing on his bottom rouge lip. You wondered curiously at his face, seeing how he hasn’t even faltered a single bit.

“You’re a good digger, aren’t you?” Luke pointed out, “dig me out.”

“Oh yeah?” You made your voice just a bit higher, with your eyebrows following and your eyes meeting his with annoyance. “How do I do that? My personality is one that makes everyone run away so I have no idea how to dig you out.”

“Well, that’s the thing then, isn’t it?” Luke said quietly with a curt, kind smile, “you can’t. Your digging skills only reside in things you know, but you can’t understand my love for you. So there’s nothing you can do but make me sink deeper and deeper,” Luke spewed with more passion, moving closer to you, and oh my, “until my heart is bruised with your name. It’ll throb lovingly with eternal colors that I’ve only seen when I’m with you or you’re dancing about in my head.”

“I...” you began, looking away completely. You were flushed. Red-faced, red tinted, completely scarlet with no control whatsoever. That asshole is absolutely impossible. “...Fuck off, Luke.” You shoved him back, getting out a few entertained laughs from the blond dolt.

“Never,” Luke practically sung, having you grumble as you took a seat on the desk in front of yours and leaned your back against the closed window. Luke followed, hopping on your desk as you looked distantly at the empty hall through the door. He noticed the wistful expression on your face and spewed quietly, “you okay, Y/N?”

“Mind singing me a little something?” You immediately replied, indirectly looking over to see his feet move forwards and backwards like he were on a swing. They suddenly halted from your words though, as you felt his eyes likely on you. He was silent, speechless possibly, “what’s wrong? Can’t do it without your guitar?”

“N-no,” Luke stuttered, his hands clenching around the edges of the desk as he sat forward with his lanky back slouched. “It’s just... didn’t think you’d ever ask me to sing you something.”

“Want me to take it back?” You threatened.

“No!” He immediately stopped you, having you smirk as you began twiddling your thumbs. You didn’t say anything further, having Luke guess to sing anything he’d like. You don’t have requests so long as you heard his voice. His singing voice is not bad, you honestly admitted. “You’re dripping like a saturated sunri-hiiise--” He chose Halsey, what a guy, “-you’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge, but you’re a master piece, and now I’m tearing through the pages and the ink-- come in with me, Y/N!”

“I don’t sing,” you exclaimed in slight bewilderment, looking over to see pure optimism and encouragement. “I’m not that like, good...”

“But I don’t care,” Luke hummed, having you frown, “I want to hear all of you, every single way you can use your voice. So singing is one.”

“You pervert, that consists of a lot of sound I can make--.”

“Everything is blue!” Luke sang-screamed, having you flinch, but giggle it out before joining him. “His pills, his hands, his jeans. And now I’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams-- continue it for me, Y/N.”

“I swear to god, Luke--.”

“Y/N.”

“And it’s blue-oo-oo-ooo,” you sang the stretched out word, having you feel completely embarrassed as you sung, “and it’s blue-oo-oo-ooo...”

“Everythin’ is grey-- his hair, his smoke, his dreams,” Luke sang, his voice raspy and pure, completely raw and absolutely doesn’t need a guitar to help him sound better. He was fantastic, as he deserves to think and know so. “And now he’s so devoid of color-- he don’t know what it means! And he’s blue.... yeah, he’s blue...”

“You were red,” you began with the bridge, your voice as dramatic as it could be as Luke began to sputter out laughter. You clenched your chest with your hands, “and you liked me because I was blue...”

“Then you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky!” Luke yelled with you, the both of you raising your arms with glee as you turned to face each other. “But then you decided purple just wasn’t for you.”

“And it’s blue-oo-oo-ooo,” Luke finished quietly, refusing to go through the whole chorus yet again as you stared at him wistfully. It’s those kind of moments you dream of having: the ones where you can be absolutely silly with another who is just as silly and indulging in it completely. But it’s with Luke and somehow you aren’t mad about it. You’re looking into those blue eyes and noticed just how blue they were. And by God, they were so blue-- so blue that you could fucking drown in them and you had high doubts that Luke had his lifeguard license.

“Ah, sorry...” you quickly spewed an apology, looking away to distantly return yourself to the vacant corridor. But Luke only let out another laugh, one more lower and genuine, so warm and tender that it greeted your heart kindly with a dose of adrenaline.

“And you still wonder why I love you?” Luke began, scoffing in disbelief as your cheeks flared up in scarlet. “Can this be our song? So when we get married, we can play it and remember this day.”

“Luke!” You exclaimed, slamming down on the wooden table. “Slow your damn horses-- you’re way too optimistic about your future.”

“I don’t think it’s optimism,” Luke said honestly with a smirk. You turned to stare at him, seeing the way he looked up distantly to the ceiling, his blue orbs still. “I know what I want in my future, and I know I want you innit all, through-and-through.”

You allowed the silence to take you over, as you were at a loss of words. So much so that you adjusted your bag on you bag and hopped off the desk. Luke followed, refusing to utter a word as you gestures to the space before you.

“Y/N?”

“Grab my wrist and walk us back to the gym please,” you murmured, shyly unfurling your hand as you offered it to him. You could tell he was a bit awestruck, considering this was very out of your nature. But Luke had just done something that you will never forget, even if you wanted to, and somehow-- somehow, you aren’t angry at all.

“You’re so sly,” Luke chuckled out, his hands with mountains of callouses and rough skin taking your wrist. It was a more delicate hold, much more gentle and not rushed. It felt really sweet and genuine, like he was savoring it all. “Let’s go.”

With that, you allowed the blonde-haired monster take you away, fully flushed and unable to shake off the sudden new speed your heart took on.

you already know what to do, inbox is right here and please don’t hate me for the super slow updates aha xx

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missandrogyny · 8 years ago

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hola! so both @karamelised and @cherrystreet tagged me in the thing where i have to post my five favorite fics that i’ve written. so im just gonna go ahead and do that.

1. you drive me wild (you know you do) is the only fic i can honestly say i wrote for myself and for my own personal entertainment. at the time, i had only been lurking--i didnt even have this tumblr yet, and i hadnt written anything for this fandom and i hadnt written fanfiction in...7 months. i had already thought i was completely done with fic writing, when i saw the prompt on alice intenselouis’ blog and it truly like...haunted me. i spent the rest of the day resisting, then half the next day writing like a woman possessed (i still remember thinking “i have no idea what to do with this fic but it’s okay i’m not gonna finish it i have commitment issues and i’m not gonna post it anyway” haha lol i was very funny.) it was all my first time to write smut and when i actually did finish the fic i was like. wtf am i gonna do w this shit. so i posted it. went to sleep, and woke up to it blowing up. that was so fun.

2. let me make a thing of cream and stars was another fun one. it started off with the planking scene--i loved the idea of famous harry and radio dj louis--and after that i just kind of let myself run wild with it. i had literally no plan for it, no outline, nothing. i was just like “oh is this what we’re doing now? cool” the entire time.

3. the ugly ass yellow shirt (no i promise i’m not just reciting my fics in chronological order) was crazy fun. i was lamenting about that yellow shirt harry wore in otra mnl 1 (i don’t like it, if you must know--i think it’s an eyesore. i don’t like the color yellow haha) then somehow the conversation turned to princess going “omg imagine louis wearing the yellow shirt and riding harry with it” and it was just. it was born, in all its glory. i’m particularly proud of the crayola website jokes, i still laugh when i reread it. good job past me for making present me laugh.

4. somethin’ bout you was what i wrote for the hl spring exchange 2016, and something i’m incredibly proud of. first of all, it’s over 50k--never did i think i would be able to write so much, but i did. second of all, it has actual plot. wow. plot, truly a rare thing in my fics. third of all, the idea of a reverse stockholm syndrome was something ive always wanted to explore and i think i did a pretty okay job doing so! and fourth of all, i wrote that in the span of 2 months and kept the outline in my head. like, i never wrote/typed down the outline. it was just there in my brain. and i remembered. i’m proud of myself for remembering.

5. blind from this sweet, sweet craving was something i wrote in 6 days. i was jet-lagged from being in canada for 3 weeks and i was up odd hours because the timezone was completely opposite and i decided the best thing to do to cure jet-lag was to write a fake relationship drabble, which turned into a fake relationship au. i dont know how it worked but it worked and i came out of it with a back-to-normal body clock and a 30k fake relationship au. [shrugs] could’ve been worse, i guess. also 6 days. how tf did i do that.

i’m not sure to tag, i’m pretty late to the party. @afirethatcannotdie @alivingfire @turtlekz maybe? (if you’ve done this, i’m sorry and just ignore my dumb ass)

#tbd #hello....it me #stealin the neighbors wifi

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itsudemoyoshiwara · 7 years ago

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This leaves off from where I stopped cause I got lazy. You'll have to figure out this stuff on your own D:

[00:29] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'nope' [00:30] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: It's a type of large book meant for enhancing magical properties or spells of magic users. tl;dr: It's a heavy ass spellbook, and I'm more than capable of beating your face in with it. [00:31] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Oh no a book im so scarred. Please dont bore me to death!' [00:32] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Insert sarcasm here' [00:32] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: You think I'm kidding? [00:33] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Nope the power of readin jus has to be so SCARY' [00:33] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: ... You're so asking for it. [00:34] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Oh sry would u like a field trip to da library neeeeeeeerd?' [00:35] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Don't test me, Lek. I promise I'll leave, I said it before. [00:35] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Leave?' [00:37] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'What do u mean leave?' [00:37] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Callista's room. [00:37] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Ohhhhhh is ur face red yet? Dont fog up dem glasses now' [00:38] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: It's not! Why would it be!? [00:38] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Because of angrynerdsyndrome' [00:40] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Oh. For the ove of Hyne, I sweaaaaarrrrr. Lek, I'll kill you. Don't make me do it. [00:40] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'What if I push u?' [00:40] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lH14N3QctaE' [00:41] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: .... :| I'm like two seconds from bolting out of here and going to find your ass. [00:42] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Ohhhh I like em sasssy! Prove it' [00:43] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: You're such a jerk, I'm giving my phone to Callista so you don't piss me off any further. D: [00:43] Rafiel Sporaciao: [text] Lek: 'Oh comon really?!' [00:44] Rafiel Sporaciao: [text] Lek: 'Ur no fun!'

[00:47] Rafiel Sporaciao: [text] Lek: 'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZPQdZLyHYE '

[00:54] Rafiel Sporaciao: [text] Lek: 'U really mad?'

[01:00] Rafiel Sporaciao: [text] Lek: 'Im sry aight? Didnt mean ta piss ya so ill jus stop txting now like a dumbass' [01:20] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: I have permission to go beat you to a pulp now so, where are ya? [01:20] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Dont worry bout it' [01:21] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Huh? I already left and... Huh?! [01:21] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Nothin im in the dorms' [01:22] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Meet me out in the hall then or something? D:< [01:22] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Nope' [01:23] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Oh, so now that I'm actualy going to go murder you, you won't come out. I see. [01:24] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Ull have to come and find me bombface' [01:24] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Tch, fine. I'll stop by my dorm and go find you after. :| [01:25] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): ((Noise could be heard slightly at the far end of the hall of him bouncing a baseball off the wall when she gets near her dorm XD)) [01:25] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Gunna change into somethin sexy fo me?' [01:25] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Why should I? :| [01:26] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Idk, u tell me sexy librarian lady' [01:26] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Oh so I'm a nerdy bookworm and now it's sexy librarian. Make up your mind :| [01:27] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Librarians are nerdy bookworms. Ur jus a hot nerdy bookworm' [01:27] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: ... Kay? [01:27] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'HNNNNNNNNNNNNNN' [01:27] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: NYAHAHAHAHAHAHA [01:28] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Ohhhhhhhhh the nerd has comebacks aigh aigh' [01:29] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Beating you up will be the best thing I ever do D: Maybe it'll get your brain to function. >:| Derp. [01:31] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Wtf is derp? Sry I dnt speak nerdtalk. Come beat me gurl watch what happens' [01:32] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Ugh... :| Yeahyeah. Don't get too excited, damn. [01:32] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Whatll happen if i wrote in yur book? Would ya flip shit?' [01:32] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Huh? [01:33] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Write. Like wit a pen. Nerds usually hate derr baby books ta get dirty' [01:33] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Wait, are you talking about my journal? >_> [01:35] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Journal? I thought u called it a grifmir or somethin' [01:35] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: ... Wait, you found that? [01:35] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'U fail' [01:35] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Is it yellow or is it purple, the book I mean. [01:36] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'FFFFFfffffff im talkin' bout when u come to beat me dumby' [01:36] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Why would you write in my weapon? :| [01:36] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'U use it in battle?' [01:37] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lek: ... Yeah? It's meant for... Oh geeze you don't listen do you. [01:37] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'I TEXTED MYSELF WHAT?!' -v- [01:37] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): LOL? [01:37] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): orz [01:37] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Lumi* [01:39] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [Text] Lek: 'I listen but i thought u jus used it fir class not fo' srs battles. Soooooooooo book as a weapon. Dats as nerdy as it gets' [01:39] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Noooo. I said it enhances the properties of spells. If you wanna write in one of my books, I can bring my journal or something :/ [01:40] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'HAAAAAAAAAAAAA sure. Book as weapon still da nerdiest shit i heard' [01:41] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: UGHHHHH. Whatever! I'm gonna go find you now. >.> [01:42] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Use yur nerd powers!' [01:42] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: .. :| [01:43] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'LuMUAH the uptight bookwormed red faced bombheaded skiny ass sorry chick' [01:44] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Lek, the wreckless douchelord who might someday kill himself by overmedicating on painpills. >_> [01:45] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Douchelord? Ill have ta member dat one. Oh and skiny ass is too much o a compliment. Ment stick ass' [01:45] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Sorry my ass isn't big enough for you :| [01:47] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Actually u got a fine ass' [01:47] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: You would look D:< [01:47] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Can u blame me?' [01:48] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: I don't check out other women, couldn't tel ya. [01:48] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): Tell* :T [01:48] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'So u dont deny checkin out guys?' [01:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Of course not. [01:49] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'U check me out?' [01:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: It's one of the perks of being a medic. 8D [01:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Why you wanna know? :| [01:49] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'U aint denying' [01:49] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Nah, but why does it matter if I did or not? [01:50] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Perv' [01:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: What, don't like knowing a girl thinks you look "fiiiiiine"? Kay. I won't anymore then. :| [01:51] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Oh so u admit it?' [01:51] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: I just did, didn't I? Twice I think? This makes it thrice? [01:52] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Well ill have ta get hurt more often fo u' [01:52] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: ... And you call me a nerd. [01:53] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Shhhh u like it' [01:53] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Yeah, I said I ... wait. Whatever, where the hell are you? [01:54] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Use dat big brain o urs ta figure it out' [01:54] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: You give me too much credit. :| Just cause I know shit in Indirect Magic? [01:55] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'No cuz u use books as a weapon. Im down da hall' [01:55] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: How's that smart.... Ugh. :| [01:56] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'U and ur :|' [01:58] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Maybe I could find you if KIBA WEREN'T TRYING TO RAPE ME -v-' [02:00] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Why can't I find you..? D:< I must be dumb as fuck, or blind... Or both. [02:01] Moon (rafiel.sporaciao): [text] Lek: 'Ill go get u nub' [02:01] Keisha Fabo (honey.martiel): [text] Lumi: Hurry, it's cold and I sorta put my sweater away... :\

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