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bloody-bee-tea · 4 months

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We have to match

This fic was entirely inspired by by this amazing art by @jjks-dodo

The first time it happens, Suguru doesn't know what to do with the present Satoru shoves into his hands.

“It’s not my birthday,” is the first thing out of his mouth, because it’s the first of December, so it’s actually closer to Satoru’s birthday than his own.

“I know that,” Satoru gives back, bouncing on the balls of his feet as if he’s vibrating out of his skin with excitement.

It’s kind of his default state whenever he does something, though, so it doesn’t really clue Suguru in on what’s going on here.

“What is this, then?” Suguru asks, lifting the present slightly. It’s wrapped, though haphazardly so, and Suguru knows that Satoru must have done it himself.

“If you’d unpack it, you’d know,” he snaps out, slightly on edge so this must be important to him.

Still, Suguru can’t help but to want to know more before he unwraps it.

“I’d like to know the occasion first, if you don’t mind.”

He’s wrecking his brain, trying to figure out if he missed some important date, some anniversary he wasn’t aware of–he wouldn’t put it past Satoru to remember the first time they shared a popsicle or something and then make a big deal out of it–but nothing comes to mind.

“It’s Christmas,” Satoru informs him, and it only serves to make Suguru frown harder.

“It’s really not,” he gives back, because it’s December 1st. Christmas is still far away, and it’s not even as if Suguru celebrates it anyway.

He didn’t think Satoru would, either, what with his family and all but clearly he’d been wrong about that.

“But it’s the Advent Season,” Satoru almost whines out, clearly bothered by the fact that Suguru didn’t open his present yet. “Will you just open it already, goddamit.”

Suguru hesitates for a moment longer, mostly just to annoy the hell out of Satoru, but he sees how the bouncing slows down, sees how Satoru worries the hem of his sleeves with his fingers and Suguru just knows that this is important to him, no matter what is in the present.

It’s important enough to Satoru to make him nervous about this and Suguru doesn’t have it in him to let him wait longer.

“Fine, fine, relax, would you,” he mutters, even as he rips the paper wrapping apart and he momentarily goes still when he finds a sweater.

A Christmas sweater to be precise.

It’s red and green with little reindeers all over and it’s kind of hideous if Suguru were to be honest, but he can’t be. Not when Satoru looks at him with so much expectation written on his face.

“Thanks?” Suguru finally manages to say, still unsure what he’s supposed to do with this, when Satoru suddenly whips out a matching sweater.

“The time leading up to Christmas is the best time and we’ll have to match, so I got you that one to match mine,” he excitedly says, clearly reassured by the fact that Suguru didn’t immediately throw the sweater in his face.

“We have to match,” Suguru repeats slowly, and the corners of his mouth twitch when Satoru nods vigorously, making his hair flop around.

When a strand gets stuck in Satoru’s eyelashes, Suguru reaches out without thought to push it away. He briefly feels panic lick up his throat when Satoru goes still under his fingers, but Suguru pretends as if nothing happens and takes his hand back as if it didn’t mean anything.

“You sure you got my size right?” he asks to break the weird tension between them and it’s enough to jolt Satoru back into action, though he can’t quite hide the faint blush on his face.

“A size bigger than me, because of your stupidly huge shoulders,” he huffs out and Suguru laughs.

“I keep telling you, if you’d actually train like at least once a weak you wouldn’t be all noodle-limbed.”

“I’m not noodle-limbed!” Satoru huffs and puffs with outrage and Suguru laughs even louder.

They both know it’s not true anyway; Satoru is good enough at hand-to-hand combat to best just about everyone they know, except, of course, Suguru.

“If you and your stupidly jacked arms rip this sweater apart, I’m not getting you a new one,” Satoru hisses at him when Suguru takes of the shirt he’s currently wearing to try the sweater on.

It’s a nice thought, not having to wear this hideous thing, but Suguru just knows that for all his faked outrage Satoru would be devastated and Suguru couldn’t stand it. So he slips into the sweater and lets out a relieved little sigh when it actually fits him.

He only feels slightly stupid when he turns around and he gives a pointed look at Satoru’s own shirt.

“Where’s yours then,” he wants to know and Satoru lights up like a Christmas tree.

“I have it right here, wait,” he rushes out, magicking out a second sweater from god-knows-where and he slips it on without hesitation. “Now we match,” he laughs out, bright and happy and for that alone Suguru would wear much worse things than a stupid, cute, matching Christmas sweater.

~*~*~

The second time it happens, Suguru is kind of expecting it. He knows Satoru too well to think he’d let something like this go, would only do it for one year and so when Satoru hands him a slightly better wrapped present, he accepts it without complaint.

“Cutting it a little bit close, huh?” he asks, because it’s already late in the night of the first of December and it’s not like Satoru to miss out on even a day of this.

Last year he made Suguru wear the sweater almost constantly, only allowing him to take it off to get it washed and for missions and so for him to almost miss an entire day is uncharacteristic.

“Yeah, well–” Satoru trails off, clutching his jacket more tightly around himself and Suguru narrows his eyes at him.

“What did you do?” he wants to know because it’s clear as day that Satoru is up to something.

“Nothing,” Satoru easily gives back, too fast and too smooth and Suguru’s fingers still on the paper.

“I don’t think I want this anymore,” he says, shoving the parcel into Satoru’s chest who shoves it right back.

“You have to, though Suguru, we have to match, remember?”

“I’m not so sure I want to match with you anymore,” Suguru lies straight through his teeth and a painful stab of regret is all he gets for his trouble when hurt briefly flashes over Satoru’s face.

“But–it’s tradition, right?” Satoru asks and Suguru shakes his head.

“One year doesn’t make a tradition, Satoru,” he tells him, though he does get back to unwrapping the sweater.

This one is thankfully only red as far as Suguru can see so far, and so that already makes it better than the last one, at least in Suguru’s opinion.

That thought only holds for as long as he needs to fully unfold the sweater though, because of course it wouldn’t be that easy, not when it comes to Satoru.

The words ‘I’m the naughty one’ are stitched into the front in white and Suguru lowers it just enough to be able to glare at Satoru.

“What the hell is this?” he demands to know only for Satoru to grin brightly at him as he takes off his jacket, revealing a matching red sweater underneath it.

Except his says ‘I’m the nice one’.

“Absolutely not,” Suguru whispers under his breath, even as Satoru laughs right in his face in his glee but he gets the wind knocked out of him when Suguru throws his own sweater in Satoru’s face and then uses that moment of distraction to tackle him to the bed.

“Absolutely not!” Suguru repeats louder this time and starts to wrestle Satoru out of the sweater.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing, Suguru,” Satoru shrieks out, laughing so hard he can barely breathe when Suguru tries to distract him by tickling him but even like this it takes him a long time to finally, finally get Satoru out of the sweater.

“If one of us is the naughty one, it’s you,” Suguru pants out, sitting across Satoru’s legs and looking down at him, his hair falling around his face, bun having come undone somewhere in their tousle.

“But everyone expects that,” Satoru pouts at him, still breathing hard from screaming and laughing and his face is flushed red.

He’s absolutely beautiful.

“And besides, don’t act as if you don’t encourage me at every turn,” he adds and it’s not as if Suguru can even deny that.

Enabling Satoru is a bit of a bad habit of his but not everyone needs to know that.

“Do not,” he says, just to be contrary, and pulls the ‘I’m the nice one’ sweater over his head, so that there’s no chance of Satoru taking it back.

He stills when it settles around him.

“That’s my size,” he says, fixing Satoru with his eyes and Satoru blinks up at him.

“We have the same size?” he tries, even though they both know that’s bullshit and Suguru proves it to him by reaching for the naughty sweater and checking the size there.

“This one is one size smaller, though,” Suguru says and shoves the sweater almost into Satoru’s face.

“My mistake,” Satoru says, still not able to admit that he did this on purpose it seems and there’s only one possible punishment for that.

Suguru flops down on top of him.

“Uff, you oaf, don’t you know you’re heavy as fuck?” Satoru breathes out but his attempts at pushing Suguru off are half-hearted at best.

“I’m also tired as hell,” Suguru easily gives back and dares to nuzzle his face into the crook of Satoru’s neck. “I think I might sleep right here.”

“Hey, hey, Suguru!” Satoru squeaks out, though of course he’d never admit to that and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

Satoru is warm under him and kind of poky with his sharp edges but it’s the single most comfortable position Suguru has been in, simply because it’s Satoru, and soon enough he really gets sleepy.

“‘m gonna sleep now,” he whispers out and the last thing he knows is how Satoru scratches at his scalp as he breathes out a soft “Okay”.

~*~*~

Suguru is already holding his hands out when Satoru steps into the room.

“Let’s see what horrible thing you brought this time,” he says, making grabby hands at Satoru, who seems to have frozen right in the doorway.

“Uhm,” Satoru says, looking down at the present in his hands before he looks back up at Suguru.

He’s more nervous than he was even the first time he did this and it instantly puts Suguru on edge.

“Is it that hideous?” he wants to know, simply snatching the present out of Satoru’s hand, who tries to get it back but ultimately fails because he still can’t best Suguru when it comes to anything even resembling close combat.

“I just–” Satoru cuts himself off, clearly unsure of himself and Suguru fights the urge to soothe his nerves.

He fails miserably, because he always does when it comes to Satoru.

“You want me to give it back?” he asks, offering the present to Satoru, who doesn’t reach out for it. “If you don’t want to, we can skip this year,” Suguru goes on, even though it’s clear that some part of Satoru at least must want because he did get the sweater after all.

“No, it’s just–you might hate it.”

Satoru hasn’t been that unsure since the very first week of them knowing each other and Suguru hates it with a passion.

“Why would I?” he carefully asks but Satoru only shrugs. “Can I unwrap it?”

“Sure. Just remember that it doesn’t–you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

Of course I want to sits at the tip of his tongue, but Suguru bites it back. It’s not going to help if he reassures Satoru with meaningless words right now, so instead of saying that he busies himself with unwrapping this year's sweater.

This one is green for a change but by now Suguru knows to wait until he sees the front before he forms his decision on this, so he quickly unfolds it, holding it out in front of him.

In stark white it says ‘Family Christmas’ on the front and Suguru is glad that the sweater is hiding his face for the moment because to think that Satoru was nervous about this hurts him acutely.

“You hate it,” Satoru grumbles when Suguru takes a moment too long to say something. “I knew you’d hate it, that was such a dumb idea,” he goes on, his voice barely above a whisper and Suguru lowers the sweater so fast, Satoru flinches.

“Of course you’re my family, you idiot,” Suguru breathes out, instantly honing in on what made Satoru so nervous because he knows him after all. “It’s a great sweater.”

“It–is?” Satoru wants to know, clearly still not convinced and Suguru doesn’t hesitate to slide it over his shirt.

“Of course it is,” he vehemently says, because it is.

Satoru doesn’t quite seem convinced though, so Suguru pulls him into a hug.

“You are my family, idiot,” he says, more fondly than maybe necessary, but Satoru doesn’t call him out on it and instead slings his arms around him.

“You sure?”

“I’ve been wearing stupid matching Christmas sweaters with you for the past two years, you really think I would do that for just anybody?”

Satoru doesn’t need to know that that really has nothing to do with being family and all with Suguru being stupidly in love with him. At least not yet.

Though a plan is slowly starting to take form in Suguru’s mind.

“I should hope not, actually,” Satoru gives back and Suguru rests his head on top of Satoru’s.

He doesn’t move away, and he doesn’t protest about the hug as much as he normally does–however feigned his protest usually is–and so Suguru knows that this really means a lot to him.

It means a lot to him, too, and so he’s more than content to stay right where he is.

~*~*~

Suguru barges into Satoru’s room at the tail end of the last day of November.

“I’ve got a present for you!” he calls out, throwing the wrapped gift right into Satoru’s face when he’s not quick enough to sit up and catch it.

Nerves are licking up Suguru’s spine but like this he can’t talk himself out of it. Not again. He talked himself out of it so often during the last year–years, really–and he thinks it’s time that one of them man’s up. He thinks he knows what Satoru’s answer is going to be, has seen it in the lingering stares, has felt it in the prolonged touches but there’s still that small chance that it’s all just because Satoru sees him as family.

As just family, and nothing more.

“What’s this?” Satoru wants to know, turning the present in his hands and Suguru rolls his eyes at him.

“If you’d open it, you’d know,” he shoots back, not sitting down next to Satoru because he needs to be able to read Suguru’s own sweater once he unpacked his.

It doesn’t help with the nerves, when Satoru has to look up at him like that, though.

“Is this–a sweater?” Satoru asks, squeezing the package in his hands. “Did you get me a Christmas sweater?” He almost sounds accusing and Suguru raises an eyebrow at him.

“What? You can do it, but I can’t?”

“But I have ours picked out already!”

“Yeah, well, shucks. It’s my turn, this year,” Suguru decides and he closes Satoru’s mouth when it drops open.

“Wow, didn’t know you could be so rude,” he mutters, Suguru’s hand still under his chin and Suguru gives him his best grin.

“I learned from the best. Now, if you would?”

“Now, if you would,” Satoru repeats mockingly under his breath, but he does rip into the paper, quickly unveiling the sweater.

At first glance it’s simply red, but of course there’s something written on the front and Suguru’s heart beats in his chest.

“I have everything I want for Christmas,” Satoru reads out loud and Suguru can see the frown on his face. “That’s not even funny, Suguru,” he then whines out, turning his gaze back to Suguru, who feels as if he could die on the spot.

His mouth his dry, his heart is beating so fast he’s afraid it might jump right out of his chest and the butterflies in his stomach make him a little bit sick.

“It’s not supposed to be funny,” he still somehow gets out as he opens his jacket and shows Satoru the matching sweater he’s wearing.

It’s green and the words “It’s me, I’m everything” are written on the front.

Suguru watches how Satoru’s eyes go wide as he slowly takes in the words and he knows it’s all going to be fine when Satoru blushes a furious red.

“What does that mean? Suguru, what does that mean?” he demands to know, almost shouting out the words in his urgency and Suguru smiles at him.

“Take an educated guess,” he replies, though he doesn’t torture Satoru–or himself–any longer.

He bends down, briefly pressing his lips to Satoru’s to make it abundantly clear just what this all means and he knows Satoru finally goes with the program when his hands fly up to tangle in Suguru’s sweater, keeping him right where he is, keeping him close.

“Does that mean I don’t get any other Christmas presents this year?” Satoru pouts out, though Suguru can see how his eyes shine with happiness.

He leans in to taste that smile once more.

“Maybe if you’re being good, I have one or two for you,” he breathes out, and this time it’s Satoru who leans in for a kiss.

“But everyone knows I’m the naughty one,” Satoru mutters against his lips and Suguru laughs.

Satoru steals the sound right from his lips.

“Maybe I’ll part with that sweater just this once,” Suguru muses but Satoru shakes his head.

“Not a chance in hell, we’re never going to take these ones off. I love you.”

Trust Satoru to still be the first one to say it, Suguru fondly thinks as he’s almost drowning in his love.

“I love you,” he quickly gives back, peppering Satoru’s face with kisses until he’s laughing with happiness.

“I want everyone to know,” Satoru eventually says, once they are cuddled close on the bed and Suguru snorts out a laugh.

“Kind of inevitable if you don’t want to take that sweater off ever again,” he gives back and Satoru beams at him.

“Best way to tell everyone. Best way to tell me, actually, “he adds after a moment and Suguru simply has to kiss him again.

“Thought you might like it,” Suguru nods, pulling Satoru closer. “Glad you like it.”

“Love it,” Satoru immediately corrects him. “Just like I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Suguru mutters, getting sleepy now that all the adrenaline is out of his system and he’s warm and cozy in bed, with the love of his life safely in his arms.

He nuzzles his face against Satoru’s shoulder and breathes one more kiss on his skin before sleep slowly drags him under.

The last thing he hears his a muttered “You think there are sweaters for proposing?” and Suguru falls asleep with a smile on his face.

He really wouldn’t mind a sweater like that.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #stsg #getting together #love confessions #first kiss #fluff #humor #christmas sweater #cuddling and snuggling

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butterflysonnets · 3 months

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yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

#eve text #elmike #stranger things #byler #only tagging byler because i feel like yall will like this take lol #tagging tagging tagging WHAT ARE EVERYONE ELSE'S THOUGHTS #god i can't believe i'm making a post about stranger things. this feels like poking a bear #i'm not particularly anti m*leven but like... they'd have to do something pretty special at this point for me to feel like it's viable #i'm seeing the bts of s5 and it's got me Having Thoughts #elmike friendship is something i am so passionate about #even before i ever liked byler (didn't ship at all until s4 even though i knew it was a thing before) i've felt this way about elmike #i always believed they were close friends at heart and needed to break up #the romance part of them felt very distinctly young and very much “he was a boy she was a girl” to me #and it hasn't deepened into anything more mature and i don't see how it could based on the current state of the writing...#the fact that lumax exists — a young relationship that is actively maturing and is healthy — makes that clear to me #and the “love confession” in s4 and how disingenuous and miserable it felt was just the nail in the coffin #also the fact that will (who is IN LOVE with mike) was instrumental in making it happen? ... uh... okay... interesting choice…#fucked up and reductive if they make it another queer unrequited love sacrifice for the sake of pushing the heterosexual agenda YUCK #so i really hope the speculation about a m*leven breakup is real!! i think it just makes sense for their characters but who knows #i don't believe in the notion of love at first sight or one true love and i think the writers don't too???#love to me is an accumulation of experiences and we inevitably choose it at some point rather than fall into it... but idk #tv is so fixated on keeping couples together... sometimes it's just not reality guys especially with young people... LET IT GO...#like i said though i'm not 100% sold that they're going to give up their “golden couple” LMAO #stranger things hasn't historically subverted too many tropes if i'm being honest #anyway i seriously need this season to come out quickly... i'm so bored and getting my master's is crushing my soul #i need frivolity #ALSO btw i won't respond to hateful messages about this so please don't bother. it's not that serious. this is a netflix show

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dearedwardteach · 6 months

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happiest, happiest of birthday to the one, the only, the rapline queen, @raplinenthusiasts. julia, meeting you has been a joy, our conversations about music and life and bts have become such an important part of my day (even if you called me old yesterday. well AH! who's old now) 💜 i hope we get to meet soon and go to a concert together. in the meantime, here are some gifs of your favourite boy, with some of your favourite songs or verses by him. i hope you will like it, as much as i liked making it and rediscovering his lyrics. i miss him, and i know you do too 💜 happy, happy birthday — your friend, sabri

(+ bonus sope: )

cr. lyrics and lyrics translations: doolsetbangtan (english translation in alt. description)

#CONFESSION TIME: ME ASKING U UR FAVOURITE SONGS/VERSES BY HIM WAS A CALCULATED MOVE ON MY PART ILY PLS DON'T BE MAD <3 #AGAIN HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILY VERY MUCH <3333333333 #jung hoseok #j hope #jhope edits #bts #dailybts #btsedit #btsgif #bangtan sonyeondan #cyphernet #userbangtan #useryoonqiful #annietrack #heyryen #usersky #daily bangtan #mygifs #kpop #kpopedit #okay so now: why this song for this gif are you wondering?#well boy meets evil and tear. pretty self explanatory #base line: i really wanted to gif this hobi and since base line is about working hard for his craft and success successful hobi it is #dyonisus. honestly was bc it was the only ot7 gif and only ot7 song in all of what i had giffed lmao #i know blue side is a slow song and usually gifs reflect that #but it's also a song about pre/debut and i wanted to show that (also bc i love debut hobi so any excuse to gif him is good enough eheh)#and then piece of peace. actually my favourite and the one im most proud of. if you look closely at the lyrics:#yoongi has said times and times again that hobi to him is exactly what he says he aspires to be in those lyrics. MY SOPE HEART.#anywaaaaaaays that's it for the rambling sorreeeeeeh #once again happy happy birthday julka

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sopekooks · 7 months

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21/638 days of missing yoongi

#peak pretty boy #i must confess i love the bangs #also 3 weeks let’s go!!!#yoongi #bts #domy

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jhugas · 9 months

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‘Good night love’- Park Jimin

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Request here!- Hi! I tried my best to make your request, hopefully this is what you wanted and I hope you’ll like it :)

Genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

Pairing: bsf!Jimin X f!8th member!Reader

Summary: Jimin is scared to confess his feelings for his dear bestfriend, you. Thankfully though, Yoongi will help him open himself.

Word count: 1,5k

Warnings/tags: confession, pool at night and love <3

Ps: I addressed y/n as she/her, but if the person that requested this (or anyone else) wants other pronouns, I can do them!

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Jimin and you have been friends for years now, and you still remember the first day you met him; you went with Hoseok to pick him up at a station, and he sat down next to you in the back.

At first, it was awkward because Jimin was pretty shy so he wouldn’t talk a lot, but with time, Jimin and you got closer.

And he became in less than a year, the person you trusted and loved the most here. And though he had a strong character, and was still searching himself, he was always a sweetheart with you.

He protected you, defended you, comforted you and so much more… you were best friends, and without any ambiguity.

Whenever your friends shipped you two, you insisted that you were only friends.

Whenever you were in a suggestive position, you’d immediately stop.

And whenever you were too close, you’d step back.

But these previous years… things have changed.

It started by making little flirty jokes to actually being flustered, holding hands, and cuddling.

You couldn’t help it though, he was so fluffy and comforting that all you waited for all day was to fall asleep, in his arms.

Sometimes he sang to you, rubbed your back, watched you sleep and when you were sick, he’d take care of you the whole day.

To make it simple, he was there for you 24/7.

You, you felt so good around him, happy and safe, but him, what did he feel around you?

Well, he fell in love with you a long time ago already.

You remember the first time you met? Exactly, he knew from the first time he met you that you were made for each other.

He fell in love with your looks, such as your smile, eyes, body, hair… and with your personality, like the way you talk, express yourself, think, how you react to different situations…

He fell in love so deeply, that even after trying to forget about his feelings, they got even stronger, and obvious.

In the dorms and anywhere else, he was always watching you, he was always so mesmerized by you.

And because of this, he had a few arguments with other guys that were too close to you. He wanted you for himself, and himself only.

But if only he were confident enough… he’d probably scream his feelings for you on top of his lungs, but he was too scared for that.

Scared of what? You wonder.

Scared of ruining your friendship.

It was always so precious to him, the way you fell asleep in his arms while he was singing to you, the way you were holding his hands…

And what if, after he confesses, you reject him and your relation becomes awkward… no more hugs? Jokes? Cuddling?……..Conversations?

Yes, his worst nightmare.

But he also couldn’t keep just being friends with you.

Seeing your lips move without him being able to kiss them, not being able to tell you “good night love” or “I love you” before falling asleep with you, and seeing other people flirt with you was driving him crazy.

So either way, your relation would get bad.

Jimin starts tearing up thinking about this on the couch of the house, no one could see him, well… that’s what he thought. Because when he turned around, Yoongi was in the kitchen, but this is an opportunity for Jimin to talk to someone and he’ll gladly take it.

‘Yoongi… can we talk?’ Jimin says in a little voice.

‘Jimin? Are you crying right now?’ Yoongi asks after he turned around and saw tears on Jimin’s cheeks ‘It’s 10pm, what’s making you so sad to cry at this hour.’ Yoongi asks.

‘I’m not crying it’s just…’

Jimin thinks a few seconds, should he tell Yoongi, your emotionally big brother, that he has feelings for you?

‘Just what, tell me and I’ll listen.’ Yoongi comforts Jimin.

‘I think I…’ Jimin takes a deep breath. ‘…like y/n. Like, I’m actually kinda in love with her… I think.’

Jimin tried his best to not be weird in his words, he doesn’t want to make Yoongi uncomfortable nor mad.

‘You think you’re in love with her? What does that mean?’

‘I mean, I am in love with her. It’s been a long time but I was too scared to tell anyone…’

This is the first time Jimin talks about his feelings for you, and to someone, and out loud. A tear rolls down his reddish cheek.

‘Are you serious? You never told anyone?’

‘No, I haven’t. I was also sort of scared of your reaction…’

‘Our reaction… we only want the best for you, you know this right? If you’re happy together, then we’re happy. And even if you get mad at each other or else, it’s part of being a couple you know? And so, does she like you back?’ Yoongi says.

‘Thank you… and actually, y/n doesn’t know about it either. I am scared, of ruining our friendship.’ Jimin finally admits.

‘Scared of ruining your friendship? Y/n is still friends with people she rejected-‘

‘I am so in love with her, that if she rejects me… I’ll never be able to move on. I would never be able to look at her anymore, and I can’t even imagine working with someone that I’m deeply in love with and that rejected me…’ Jimin cuts Yoongi.

‘…I was saying, moreover, I doubt she’d reject you. She’s been very close to you lately and she’s often talking about you.’

‘Talking about me?’ Jimin wipes his tears.

‘Yes, she’s often talking about how you’re doing, things you did, or when you went to the restaurant together and things like this. She enjoys talking about you, I swear. And if she doesn’t have feelings for you, then she at least cares about yours. Trust me.’

Yoongi says before smiling to Jimin, getting up and leaving the room, but Jimin stays on the couch.

"if she doesn’t have feelings for you, then she at least cares about yours."

It’s true… even if she doesn’t feel the same and rejects me, maybe it’ll make her happy to know how much I care about her… and she’d probably rather me to be honest with her too…Jimin thinks.

And after a few minutes thinking on the couch, he gets up and heads to your bedroom, and once arrived, he knocks and opens the door.

‘Y/n… do you wanna go to the pool with me?’ Jimin asks.

‘Sure’ you answer before putting on your bikini/ swimsuit, and heading to the pool.

Jimin was already there, it didn’t take long for him to put on his swim shorts.

He was sitting on the stairs, his body shining from the luminous stars and looking at you with a tender look, admiring you getting closer to him.

Once you reached the stairs, you sat down next to Jimin, and you both got deeper in the warm water. And right when you were about to start a conversation, Jimin talks first.

‘So, I wanted to talk to you about something…’ Jimin says in a soft tone.

‘What is it?’ You ask.

‘It’s about us actually, I wanted to talk about this for a long time now but I was too scared of what would happen.’ Jimin says while you look deeply in his shining eyes.

‘Y/n, firstly, you have to know that you’re an amazing person; you are nice, caring, loving and way more. You’re also the prettiest person on earth, your eyes, lips, skin… nobody will ever be like you, you’re too special.

And I want you to know that our friendship is extremely precious to me and I do not want to lose it.’ Jimin continues before taking a deep breath.

‘What’s wrong, Jimin?’ You ask him because of how nervous he looks. To be honest, he looks so nervous that he looks cute, he has big eyes, a small pout and you just want to hug him tight in your arms.

A silence settles in, but Jimin interrupts it with three sudden words.

‘I love you.’ Jimin’s words slipped out of his lips faster than he wanted.

‘I… love you too?’ You answer.

‘No, I mean, I love you like more than friend, I love you romantically.’

‘Yes, and I love you too, Jimin.’

And just like this, you two stared at each other for a minute that felt weirdly comfortable, and all of a sudden, Jimin got closer, put his hand behind your head and kissed you deeply, his lips embracing yours as you both lost your breath pretty quickly.

This night will forever stay in your memories and hearts. Since, you started dating and every member were so happy;

The hyung line felt proud of you two for engaging in a relationship together, they felt like big brothers and were happy that they got to see your relation evolve over the years.

Meanwhile the maknae line, liked to tease you a lot and make Jimin jealous, though nothing ever went too far.

The same night, you fell asleep in his arms on his bed and he even got to tell you "good night love".

Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs and comments are veeeeeery appreciated <3

#bts #army #fanfic #scenarios #imagine #one shot #bts fanfic #fluff #bts fluff #confession #Jimin #Jimin fluff #Jimin x you #Jimin x reader #jimin x y/n

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sexysilverstrider · 4 months

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i love how carmine lives for gossip like any teenager and arven is oblivious as a rock when it comes to romance

#validates my hcanon of arven n teratai being dumb stupid when it comes to realizing their feelings for each other #no wait actually teratai loves arven #bt arven dumb as bricks abt tht #n teratai an idiot too when it comes to confessing #eventho she. gets confessed at least once a month #fafar plays sv

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dirty-xenobladeconfessions · 3 months

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if the polls on this website have taught me anything. its that this is the Gay Celibacy Website

#not a confession #admin shulk #insert the beloved bts celibacy gif

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technicalthinker · 6 months

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Since I see a lot of reactions on articles/quotes from the Loki crew and cast, here are some general reminders when it comes to stuff like this;

There are so many people working on a show/movie and everyone make decisions creating the final product we watch. Of course they do a lot of work to unite their visions and make it cohesive, but "contradictions" may still happen. We often talk about the obvious people behind a show, the actors, writers and directors, but there are also costume designers, composers and editors, etc. All of these people can have different perspectives and pull things in different directions, that just sort of comes with the nature of making such a big show.

And then it comes to producing a show itself. Productions are messy. Things get reworked on the spot because what might've worked on the page didn't work in practice, props break and need to be changed, actors can't be in for the day, etc. All of these affect the final products in chaotic ways. Sometimes unpredictable things like this may get in the way of or improve the story.

And finally articles/interviews purpose is to provide this one specific person's perspective and promote the show, or engage fans.

So take these things with a grain of salt. You don't need to base your entire view on the show on statements from cast/crew. Is the line less meaningful because it was improvised? Should we consider an episode to be less canon because it was apparently rewritten a lot from its original state?

Your fan experience will likely be healthier and more fun if you try to mainly engage with the art you have in front of you. If you read quotes from creators and feel frustrated that they are inconsistent with the art - first of all, art is subjective, it just comes with the territory. But my main point of the post is that even if a person is working on the show, it doesn't mean that their view is 100% represented within the text. You don't need to go full Death of the Author here, but you gotta remember there isn't just one author and that author's intent at work here, there is a production, with all that comes with it. And honestly? That's what makes it interesting. All of these visions coming together to create art that we get to take part in, and whatever vision we're getting as a viewer might be something completely unique.

#marvel blogging #loki #loki spoilers #KINDA #marvel #this is a long way to say: you dont need to go death of the author but it is more fun that way #IDK I CARE A LOT ABOUT THIS TOPIC SO I NEEDED TO PUT IT ALL DOWN #ive struggled with this before. getting bummed out by weird comments made by cast or crew but like. it aint HEALTHY. it aint fun.#i wanna be clear this is NOT a 'lokius truthing' post #this is NOT a 'dont worry it is canon dont listen to them!' post #im also feeling a lot for the sylki fans who are being told it was abt their romance when s2 very much downplayed that aspect of the writin #this is just like.#literally a reminder of how productions work #I AM A DESTIEL AND THE HOBBIT TRILOGY ENJOYER. I KNOW WHAT I AM SPEAKING OF.#hearing bts stuff from both spn and the hobbit (AND LOTR) has made me realise how much of the good that is happy mistakes basically #if you get something FUN from cast and crew? ENJOY IT. enjoy that laugh at it and feel seen #but if it makes you feel shitty it might be better to just leave it at the door #like it isnt just more fun and healthy that way i think it leads to more interesting conversations about art #thinking abt how the destiel 15x18 handprint was an accident of them realising they had to change the location of the confession #bc they had earlier fucked up a door and the script had missed it.#and tHEN it lead to the bloody handprint

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lindsaysource · 20 days

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Confessions Of A Broken Heart (2005)

#lindsay lohan #music videos #confessions of a broken heart bts #original #2005

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 8 - It'll be alright

The prompt for this was "Trust me"

Suguru thinks that his hand should be shaking. It’s coated in blood, warm and sticky, but the knife in his hand is steady, as if it didn’t just claim two lives.

As if Suguru didn’t just kill two people.

Maybe something is wrong with him, he thinks and remembers all the times the other kids in school have talked behind his back. Maybe they were on to something, if he can kill two people and not feel a single thing.

Suguru can’t quite tear his eyes away from the bodies on the ground, tracking the ever-growing puddle of blood and he takes a cautious step back when it comes too close to his shoes.

It’s useless, anyway; the blood is all over him already.

He finally drags his eyes away from the bodies, looking out of the room, remembering the two girls in the cage and he should probably get moving, get them out of there and then get the hell out of here, but he feels rooted to the spot.

Suguru doesn’t know what to do, isn’t quite sure how to proceed now and the uncertainty keeps him frozen to the spot, even though he can hear the girls quietly cry in the other room.

It’s enough to make him finally drop the knife, at the very least and he is just about to make his way over to the sink, getting at least the worst of the blood off him so he doesn’t scare the girls further, when his phone rings.

It’s Satoru; the stupid Digimon soundtrack is enough to clue Suguru in on that and he wonders why he never got around to changing that, even after Satoru set that for himself.

Suguru reaches for the phone and there it is, finally, the shaking of his hands; Suguru lets out a harsh laugh when he realises that it’s not because of the bodies on the floor but because he won’t be able to see Satoru after this and he wonders just what the hell is wrong with him.

He still accepts the call, because what else is there to do but he can’t quite find his voice immediately.

“Yo, Suguru, you up for take-out today? I don’t feel like doing grocery shopping,” Satoru’s voice immediately fills his ear and it’s so normal that it feels jarring.

“You never feel like getting groceries,” Suguru gives back, falling into their usually dynamic even though everything is so wrong and something about his voice must have tipped Satoru off because he goes suspiciously quiet on the other end.

Maybe it’s the shaking, that has finally spread through all of Suguru’s body.

“What’s wrong?” Satoru asks, his voice low and serious and just that question is enough to break Suguru.

“I’m so sorry,” he chokes out, suddenly feeling as if he can’t breathe and the shaking only gets worse. “I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to, I didn’t mean to, it just happened.”

“What happened?” Satoru probes, and he stays calm even in face of Suguru’s panicked rambling.

“I killed them,” he whispers out, clasping a bloodstained hand over his mouth. “I killed them both.”

And now he’ll never get to see Satoru again.

The silence on the other end of the line makes Suguru’s stomach drop, even though he should have expected it. Of course Satoru doesn’t know what to say to that; of course he wouldn’t want anything to do with Suguru going forward.

He’s a murderer now, after all.

“Where are you? Who did you kill?” Satoru wants to know and he doesn’t sound as shaken as Suguru expected him to be but maybe he just needs more time to process.

“The girls I tutor,” Suguru starts, “I’m here right now and their guardians—they—they keep them in a cage, Satoru, a goddamn cage, as if they are some animals,” he hisses out and he can feel that spark of anger in his chest again, the one that made him reach for the knife and not care for the consequences.

“Fucking hell,” Satoru breathes out. “Okay. Did you call the police yet?”

“No, I—” Suguru isn’t sure if he should mention that he was going to take the girls and run away even though this is Satoru but Satoru doesn’t give him the time to decide anyway.

“Good. Don’t. I’ll handle it,” he says as if that makes any sense and Suguru blinks.

“What?” he gets out because he doesn’t understand. There is nothing to handle.

Suguru killed two people. He’ll go to jail, probably for life. There’s nothing Satoru can do to change that.

“Suguru, trust me. Just—trust me, okay? Don’t call anyone, just send me the exact address. Do it now.”

Suguru still doesn’t know what’s going on but Satoru’s voice doesn’t allow any argument so he takes the phone away from his ear and sends his location to Satoru.

“Done,” he shakily says once he returns to the call and there’s a bit of rustling at the other end before Satoru is back as well.

“I’m maybe ten minutes away. Can you stay put for that long?” he wants to know and Suguru’s eyes fall back to the bodies.

Can he stay? Is he able to stomach the sight for another ten minutes or so?

“I think I can,” he finally tells Satoru and decides not to think too hard about if that makes him a worse person or not.

“Okay, good. Don’t do anything, alright? I mean, maybe go to the girls and talk to them but otherwise don’t do anything. Drop the weapon or whatever you used and don’t try to clean anything up, yourself included if you got blood on you. Just—don’t touch anything. I’ll handle it, I promise.”

“I don’t understand, Satoru,” Suguru admits because what the hell is there to handle. He can’t just magically make it so that Suguru didn’t kill two people.

“I know. I’ll be there soon. Stay put, Suguru, promise me.”

“I promise,” Suguru gives back, because what else is there to do?

Satoru is asking him to do something and Suguru will very well do it, even though it won’t change the outcome.

Nothing can change the outcome of what he did but like this he’ll at least get to see Satoru one last time. That’s better than nothing.

Satoru hangs up on him as soon as the words leave Suguru’s mouth and the beeping of the phone sounds unnaturally loud in the otherwise quiet room.

Suguru gives himself one more minute to breathe before he turns around and returns to the girls. They are both crying, though they are trying to keep quiet about it and Suguru gives them his best smile.

He’s not sure how effective it is with the blood on his face, but he has to try.

“Hey, it’s alright, nothing will happen to you anymore,” he says as he crouches down next to the cage.

He’ll have to go look for the key to it soon enough because the girls don’t deserve to be in this cage for even a moment longer, but Satoru said to not do anything and so he’ll do exactly that. For now, at least.

“You killed them,” Nanako says, because of course she knows.

She might only be eight, but she’s by far not stupid and all that blood is a dead give-away anyway.

“I did,” Suguru admits and shuffles a little bit away from the cage in case the girls are frightened even more by his presence. “They can’t hurt you anymore now.”

“Will you?” Mimiko speaks up, almost hidden behind her sister and Suguru wants to get them out of there, wants to hug them and whisk them away so they can be happy, far away from all of this.

He doesn’t move a muscle.

“Will I what?” he asks instead and Nanako glares at him.

“Hurt us,” she clarifies and Suguru instantly shakes his head.

“Of course not. I would never.”

“Then why don’t you get us out of here,” Mimiko cries out and new tears fall down her face. “We just want to get out of here.”

“I know, I know,” Suguru soothingly says. “And you will, very soon. But—a friend is coming over, he’ll—” Suguru doesn’t even know how to finish that sentence.

It’s not as if Satoru can help, but Suguru has to say something.

“He’ll be here soon,” he finishes weakly and tries not to wilt under Nanako’s accusing glare.

“Don’t you want to help us?” she asks, making big eyes at Suguru as if that could change his mind and it might even have worked if there wasn’t a knock at the front door.

“That’s my friend, give me a moment,” Suguru rushes out, getting up from the floor and wondering just how fast Satoru got here because it hasn’t been ten minutes yet.

Suguru doesn’t hesitate to yank the door open but when he comes face to face with a police officer on the other side he freezes.

“Oh my, he really wasn’t kidding,” the officer says and shoulders past Suguru into the apartment.

Suguru is unable to do anything, as his heart plummets to the ground when he realises that Satoru called the cops on him.

It’s the smart thing to do, really, the right thing, too, but Satoru had told him to trust him. That he’d handle it, and Suguru breathes out a shaky laugh.

This is certainly one way of handling it.

“You killed them with the knife?” the officer wants to know, sticking his head out of the room with the bodies, before his eyes find the girls in the cage.

He lets out a low whistle.

“That’s most definitely a motive right there, good for you,” the officer says and smiles at Suguru.

“What is happening?” Suguru weakly gets out, because nothing makes sense anymore.

This officer is not acting like Suguru expected him to, mostly because he’s not yet in handcuffs and back up hasn’t been called.

“Oh, the brat didn’t explain?” the officer asks and just as Suguru is about to open his mouth to ask what the hell that means, Satoru spills into the apartment, breathing harshly as if he ran all the way here.

“Fuck, I’m late,” he pants out and the officer laughs.

“You could have explained a thing or two, your guy seems ready to keel over at any moment!”

“Suguru,” Satoru sighs out and comes over to stay next to him, one hand grasping his shoulder, clearly uncaring about the blood on the fabric. “I thought I’d be here before him. I’m sorry.”

“What’s going on?” Suguru asks again, because no one has explained a single thing to him yet and Suguru’s head is spinning.

This day is certainly not going how he expected it to when he woke up this morning.

“That’s Mahito,” Satoru says with a nod to the officer. “He—well, he’s on my family’s payroll.”

“On your—” Suguru can’t even finish the sentence, too confused by everything and Satoru tugs him to the side.

“Suguru, listen. You know who my family is. You don’t get to be one of the top clans in Japan without at least some shady business. We have people everywhere.”

“You—never said,” Suguru weakly says. “You don’t talk to your family.”

“I don’t,” Satoru gives back. “That doesn’t mean I don’t know what they are doing or who to call to cover up a murder.”

“Ah, but this’ll cost you, you know,” Mahito says with a bright smile. “You’ll have to go back for this, at least for the holidays.”

“I don’t care,” Satoru harshly says. “Can it be done?”

“Satoru, what does he mean it will cost you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Satoru says to him as if that would make Suguru worry any less.

Satoru seems to get that, because he sighs when Suguru continues to stare at him.

“I can’t break with the family and then use their connections on a whim, Mahito is right about that. I’ll have to go back for at least some holidays now.” Before Suguru can protest, Satoru turns towards him. “Don’t even try. It’s worth it. If it means you walk free for this, then it’s worth it. I can sit through some dinners if I know you’re waiting for me to come back home.”

“Fuuuuuck, Jogo was right,” Mahito mumbles in the other room. “Now I owe him money.”

“For what?” Satoru asks, not taking his eyes off Suguru. “Jogo is our contact in the fire department,” he lowly explains to Suguru while they wait for the answer.

“You two are totally an item. I bet that no one is crazy enough to fall for you but ugh, of course the murderer would be,” Mahito carelessly says and Suguru feels sick when he realises that the murderer in question is he.

“I mean—we’re not—” Satoru stammers out and that gets Suguru to focus again, because it’s rare to see Satoru lost for words.

And Satoru might be right, they are not, but Suguru guesses covering up the murder of two people, and using connections of his despised family to do so, might mean something.

“Yeah, I guess you do owe him money,” Suguru says and threads his fingers together with Satoru’s, not caring that it gets Satoru’s hand all bloody as well.

Satoru doesn’t seem to care either, because he squeezes Suguru’s hand, even as he goes red in the face.

“You don’t have to,” he mutters under his breath as if Suguru is doing that for any other reason than the fact that he wants to.

“I want to, though,” Suguru replies and then drags his attention back to Mahito when he comes back into the room.

“So. Get Shoko to examine the bodies and the girls, Dagon to do the forensics, Higuruma as his defence attorney and Kenjaku as the judge and he’ll walk free, no worries. I mean the cage alone is enough to put him on probation but as long as you make it seem as if they attacked him first—” Mahito trails off with a shrug. “Get the kids to testify to that as well and you’re clean.”

“Geto-sensei has always been so good to us,” Nanako suddenly cries out. “We were so scared when he was attacked for trying to help us.”

“He just—” Mimiko chimes in, interrupted by her sobs “—he just wanted to get us out when they came up behind him with the knife.”

Suguru’s mouth drops open, because that is not at all how this went, but when Mahito laughs and the girls stop crying it starts to make sense.

“See? Easy. Very good, girls, do that in front of the right people and your ‘Geto-sensei’ will be fine.”

“They—sure seem cunning,” Satoru mutters, but there’s a relieved smile on his face. “Things will be fine.”

“I—Satoru, I still murdered two people,” Suguru can’t help but to whisper to him. “Are you—okay with that?”

At this point, he’s really more concerned for Satoru than himself, because now that the first shock has settled, Suguru realises that he doesn’t much care about killing these two. They deserved it, for what they did to the girls and Suguru is not going to regret it. But Satoru—

“Rightfully so, it would seem,” Satoru carelessly gives back with a shrug. “Suguru, I don’t care. As long as you’re still by my side, I don’t care. Hell, I’d probably murder someone too, if it means you’d stay so who am I to judge. And covering this up is really the least of my worries.”

Suguru can’t help but to go warm all over at those words, because even though Satoru hasn’t outright said it yet, Suguru can hear the confession plain and clear.

“I love you, too,” he quietly gives back, just for Satoru to hear and leans in for a quick kiss.

It should probably feel more wrong, with two bodies right next door and the two girls still in the cage, but Suguru wouldn’t change it for anything.

“And I want to keep them,” he then adds, which makes Satoru sigh.

“I suspected as much,” he gives back, because he knows Suguru well enough it seems. “I’ll call Utahime. She’s our girl for anything regarding child protection services. She’ll make it happen.”

Satoru doesn’t seem to mind the fact that Suguru wants to adopt two highly traumatised kids any more than the fact that Suguru killed two people and it might just make Suguru fall in love harder.

“Thank you,” he says, beyond grateful to have Satoru in his life but Satoru only shrugs because he’s incapable of handling sincere gratitude.

It’s kind of funny to watch him squirm and it makes Suguru smile.

“There you are,” Satoru mutters when he catches sight of that smile and leans in for a kiss. “It’ll be alright.”

Suguru leans into the kiss, because he knows that it will be. As long as Satoru is there with him, everything will be just fine.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #murder #no curses #murder husbands #hurt/comfort #getting together #love confessions

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firstdivisiongirl · 5 months

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Tuesday Confession

My favorite Jujutsu Kaisen characters are Megumi and Yuji.

My favorite thing about winter is chunky sweaters.

I like cats better than dogs.

My favorite Christmas Album is Michael Bublé’s

I am ARMY (BTS fan for those of you who don’t like Kpop). My bias is Jungkook.

I yell at characters when I watch anime, really loudly. My sister sometimes comes into my room to me yelling at my computer.

My sister and I send at least one meme or fanart to each other a day.

I have stopped watching one piece. NOW I AM A MANGA ONLY AND I AM CURRENTLY ON CHAPTER 1101!

I fully finished a cosplay. I can now cosplay as Yuki from Horimiya.

#one piece #trafalgar d vivi #tuesday confessions #horimiya #yuki yoshikawa #bts #bts jungkook #bts army #Manga only

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scn-thedog · 2 months

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there's going to be 12 confessions on md confessions by the end of the day i'm really happy people like the blog :D

#md-confessions bts

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dreamsthatyoucannotletgo12 · 2 years

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Falling For You

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook × reader

Warning: Word count 2k+

Genre: best friends to lovers, angst, fluff, confession

Walking past the last desolate-looking yet cosy noodle shop by the lane, you remembered how you and your best friend Jungkook would sit at the bench by the shop as the shoptender would happily bring your favourite spicy noodles, which you’d devour lustily after both of you had a hectic day.

You sigh thinking how it all got different as Jungkook got busy with his tours while you became busy with studies here as a transfer student in Korea. He was an idol after all and maybe this was the hundredth time you were trying to console yourself as you tried letting this sink in.

You wanted to hug him so much but you did not want to be that needy sort of a friend and also because you knew how much he actually hated it when the other members teased him constantly about you. He needed some space. You did too. Everyone did.

You had texted him a day back asking about his health, for you knew they had returned to their apartment the day before yesterday but the reply was still not received. Namjoon had texted you this morning telling you how Jk was working too hard on his dance moves and the new song they were working on so you didn’t disturb him anymore.

You were really close with all the members and you smiled when a text from Hobi popped up which read, “Hey (Y/n)! I’m missing you so much and so are all the other members. Please come over to our place tomorrow?”

A part of you which could sense a weird tension between yourself and Jungkook which usually wasn’t there, wanted to say no but how could you say no to the people you love so much and were missing too much already?

You knew you felt something more than just the friendly love for Jungkook and you knew this too that never would he ever feel the same which was quite clear from the way he would react whenever his friends would tease him about you.

You had talked with the members last week and after that this was the time you got a chance to talk to them and that too not just over text or calls.

You remember how you all were laughing over the video call last week when you told them about a guy you had started getting close to. Some expressed how that made them jealous to see their best friend hanging out with someone else while some of the others teased you but it was Jungkook who said he remembered some work and left the room. Since then he has been avoiding you. What is it about him? You would think to yourself but then again you’d laugh thinking how you were getting too bothered about meagre things. Maybe coincidentally he had right then remembered some other work though you had never seen your best friend do that. You decided to meet them.

And also, whatever it was with Jungkook, you guys needed to sort it out because you were best friends after all. You take a warm shower and let the exhaustion drain through your veins. You had already had your dinner at your friend’s place so you went to bed. You lied there thinking how fun it would be to meet your friends after so long since they had been on a tour for nearly a month. The entire day’s exhaustion finally made your eyes heavy and you fell asleep.

Next day:

The boys, finally having a day off, woke up late and it seemed as if the entire afternoon passed trying to let their exhausted selves settle yet they kept calling you asking you to join them as soon as you could.

By evening, the boys decided to watch a movie while they waited for you and they sat in the living room with popcorn and chicken nuggets which were your favourite.

“Kookie, why do you look so sad? You have been like this since last week.” said Jimin pouting and trying to know what was bothering Jungkook so much for him to be like this.

“Is it about (Y/n)?” asked Suga which immediately made the others either exclaim saying “oooh” or just smirk as they started teasing Jungkook and in a way trying to make him laugh in the process but it turned out for the worse as he just glared at them and said now completely annoyed, “Can you all for once stop teasing me about (Y/n)? She’s just my best friend okay? I don’t feel anything for her.”

“But your actions don’t say it.”, retorted Taehyung..

“And also, why is it that you’ve been avoiding her since last week? Wasn’t that the time she told us that she was thinking about dating the guy with whom she has been hanging out with lately?” Jin pointed out. Jungkook, who seldom raised his voice, now stated sternly and loud enough for the entire floor to hear him, “I’ll tell you all for the last time that I am not romantically inclined towards her.”

Right then the bell rang and Jungkook sat down back on the couch letting Taehyung open the apartment door, letting you in and immediately pulling you into a tight hug. “I missed you sooo much (Y/n)!” to which you giggled and hugged him tighter saying how you too had missed them all too much. You went and hugged them all and sat yourself between Namjoon and Jimin.

“You look different today though” said Jimin to which Yoongi agreed as they tried understanding how the statement could be justified. You said, rolling your eyes, “I just wore some makeup since I had to meet up with a friend before coming here.”

You knew Jimin was exaggerating but then again you rarely wore makeup when you were with these guys practically wearing their clothes more than your own because with them it was seldom when you had your dress not ruined by the innumerable water fights you all had.

This time too you pulled Jungkook with you to give you some of his clothes which he did. You wore his favourite oversized T-shirt and shorts. You teased Jungkook about how he had gotten messier and you both returned but there was a weird tension between you two which you couldn’t understand why.

The members told you about how their tours had been and how each of them had got too overwhelmed by the end of the tour and you laughed as they told you about the hilarious things they did. You turned to Jungkook who was laughing too and you couldn’t help but feel relieved in a way seeing that he was okay.

You all decided to sing together a bit and you tried rapping but ended up mispronouncing the words for the hundredth time making Suga raise his hand saying he was way too tired. Hobi said he’d bring some juice from the kitchen and Namjoon got a call from someone from the company about their upcoming album, leaving Jungkook to teach you how to rap which obviously was supposed to turn out to be too funny.

You and your best friend laughed a lot and that too genuinely but a perpetual lump stayed which pained you every time you thought to yourself how your feelings won’t be returned. Jungkook kept avoiding your gaze which was the last thing you’d even think of your best friend doing.

Suddenly you heard, “Mmmmmm….friend right? Which friend was it again with whom you met before coming here?” teased Jimin and Taehyung continued,” Let’s say it was that guy she has been hanging out with too much lately.” You playfully hit them both and retorted saying how it was not him but another old friend. You were stopped by a sudden voice which though feebly heard, you knew was of Jungkook’s who commented, “You and your dumb choices.”

You stood up and asked, “What?”

Your eyes met his. Generally you could immediately read what was going on in his mind but this time it was something different. He stated coldly, “You just need someone to date right? Stop being so desperate and don’t run after people unnecessarily.”

“And what if I still run after them?” you asked indignantly.

“They’ll treat you badly and leave you eventually” Jungkook said but immediately turned away.

It was just too much. First, he wouldn’t talk to you since last week and now this. You were angry but it hurt you even more and you asked with both hurt and anger laced in your voice, “Why would you say that?”

He turned to you, your eyes locking momentarily but you avoided his gaze because you didn’t want anyone to see the insecurities that were threatening to fall from your eyes as tears.Everyone sat without saying anything for the tension in the room was just too much.

You got up and left after saying a quick, “I’m going to bed.” which wasn’t unexpected for you would sleep over in the boys’ rooms quite often. You sat down by the edge of the bed, hurt by Jungkook’s behaviour. Why would he be like that when he himself was avoiding you for so long.

Outside, the boys still sat quietly because it seemed as if the amount of immense happiness which had embraced them the moment they met you after so long, was all washed down by the weird series of statements.

Jungkook broke the silence by running his hand through his hair saying, “Shit. This is too messed up. I hurt her too much.”

Namjoon went to him, placed a hand on his shoulder and said, “Be clear about your feelings. It won’t hurt and nothing’s messed up okay? If you think you messed up, you should be the one to make it better, you idiot. We’re there for you both.”

Everyone slowly got up and left to their respective rooms because they knew Jungkook needed some space to himself.

Jungkook sat there by the couch for a long time and the part of him which was in denial about his feelings slowly gave in, making him remember all the instances where he had prevented himself from acknowledging the fact that he had already started falling for you because he just wanted to be there as your best friend who would be by you, every time you needed someone to hold on to. It hurt him to think about who would hold you if you both started dating and he ended up being the one to hurt you.

He realised he couldn’t let it worsen anymore and couldn’t control his feelings too so he made his way to your room.

He knocked and entered after hearing a feeble but stern “Come in” from you. You were sitting at the edge of the bed still. He slowly made his way to where you were and sat by you. You both sat there, quietly for sometime with both of your hands resting on your respective knees after which Jungkook slowly put a hand on yours.

“Why would you say that?” you asked, still not looking at his face.

He delicately put his fingers under your chin making you look up and your eyes met. You had never seen him like that before. He looked nervous but managed to smile softly which had your heart flutter.

“I like you (Y/n). I like you a lot. I thought I could stay in denial for much longer but I didn't realise how every time that I tried avoiding my feelings, I ended up falling a bit more for you. I’m sorry it hurt me to see you with someone else-”

You hugged him tightly as a tear rolled down your cheeks. You pulled back after sometime and smiled as you whispered not letting your eyes move even a bit from his doe like ones, “I like you too Jungkook. From a long time…”

He was a bit shocked at first but he smiled as he slowly pulled you closer, your faces just inches apart, letting you breathe into his woody scent as he slowly closed the gap between you two. The kiss was gentle and passionate and had you both letting out all those bottled up emotions in it.

You both pulled back now out of breath as he slowly grazed his fingers along your jawline and slowly lied you down putting you close as he lied there beside you, with his face in the crook of your neck, trying to hold on to this moment as long as he could before you let out a chuckle making him smile too.

He told you what had been bothering him and you turned towards him cupping his cheeks gently and said, “I want you to hold me still, even if you and I end up hurting each other in ways.”

Jungkook hugged you close as you rested your head on his arms and gently kissed your forehead, his other hand tracing circles on your back. You cuddled to sleep as a feeling of surreal joy crept into your hearts, making this night, the most beautiful one.

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