#i've known him for so long and he still watches these things... even the reruns. i recognize them at this point

[hee0soo]

By your side

Request: hey there! i saw you're taking requests and i love the way you write so i thought i'd give it a try ^^ i wonder if you could write some fluff/comfort stuff?? it could be any member really, even though my bias is seonghwa!!

i've been going thorough a lot these last few weeks and i feel really lonely, and weak, and lost...and i cant seem to be able to go back to my old self. so i guess it could use some words of comfort right now,,,

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After a long day of work, where your coworkers have apparently collectively decided to either call in sick or act like they have never done their job before, all you wanted to do was go home, order some take out and cuddle your boyfriend until you fell asleep in his arms.

That’s how your ideal end of the day would have looked like if their weren´t just the slightest problem of your boyfriend being on tour with his group mates. There was no doubt that you were incredibly happy for how successful they were after all the hard work they had put into their career, however it didn´t change the fact that you wanted Seonghwa to be by your side instead of on a whole different continent!

Was it selfish to want him to yourself and keep him away from all the Atiny’s that wanted him too? Maybe!

You couldn´t bring yourself to care about it!

But with him in the US and you stuck in Seoul, there wasn´t much you could do about the situation either way. There was no way that your boss would allow you some time off to visit him and the chance of you being able to leave again after was zero to none!

And that´s how you found yourself sitting at home, no energy left for even the smallest hang out with your friends and barely remembering to send your parents a message to let them know that you were okay, even if you weren´t. No need to make them worry about you unnecessarily!

Lying on your couch, watching a rerun of Hotel Del Luna you waited for your phone to ring. The scheduled daily video chat you and Seonghwa held were together with the occasional text, the only thing keeping you afloat.

You had to fight of the sleep threatening to overcome you. Scared that you would miss the call and only chance of hearing his soothing voice telling you about the concert they had just finished. Excitement on his face always made you smile fondly!

The phone you had placed on the coffee table lit up, signaling the incoming call of the man you fell in love with.

His face appeared on the screen and you couldn´t help the smile making itself known on your lips.

He was sweaty and a stylist was dapping away the offending fluid with a tissue. In all honesty, she could have just left it there as it made him just the tiniest amount sexier than he already was.

As if that were even possible!

“Hey jagi! How was work today? Did you have a lot to do?”

His voice was hoarse, curtsey of the singing and rapping taking place just a few minutes before but the fondness and love was still outweighing any tiredness he was feeling.

The stylist hurriedly walked away at realizing that Seonghwa was now on a private call, wanting to give the man she knew since pre debut some privacy.

“Hi, yeah it was a lot today. Most of my coworkers have called in sick and stayed at home so their workload was distributed between the few that had still been there…”

Noticing the drained look behind your happy face you mad for him, Seonghwa sighed inwardly.

You always thought you could hide whenever you felt particularly sad or tired and it hurt his heart to see you trying to keep your problems to yourself. He knew you maybe even better than you knew yourself and that´s why he knew that you felt lonely.

Seonghwa desperately wished he could hug you and take every worry and sad feeling away from your mind.

The call itself wasn´t long because the members were already waiting to go back to the hotel but he promised you with one last sincere, “I love you my baby!” that he would be texting you before going to bed.

Hongjoong looked at his best friend with a worried look.

“Is y/n okay? You look a little worried?”

The oldest member nodded reassuringly at him.

“Hmm, life is just hard for them right now and they´re trying to hide that from me. I wish I could be there for them…”

Understanding where the other was coming from, the leader nodded.

“Maybe they just need a little reminder that you’re with them even when you’re not close by huh?”

What his friend said sparked a little idea in Seonghwa and as soon as he they had arrived in their hotel and had washed up, he immediately got to work.

After the call you had soon fallen asleep on the couch. The stiff neck a result from sleeping weirdly the entire night!

It was only when the alarm clock in your bed room was screaming through the apartment that you woke up to get ready for another round of getting your energy sucked right out of you by your boss and coworkers.

Rush hour was horrible in Seoul but after having to stop at countless traffic lights and it least two car accidents, you finally made it to your workplace.

On hindsight the curious looks you got sent at the front desk should have been your first clue that something was off!

The second one was your chatterbox of a coworker patting your shoulder like you had just ran a marathon and the last one was the gushing of the intern at the sight of you!

To say you were confused would be an understatement at this point!

At least until you reached your desk and saw the giant bouquet of your favorite flowers waiting for you.

You were baffled as to what was going on but the letter attached with a little Winklemon plushy told you instantly who had sent them.

The letter was simple and without his name but Winklemon was more than enough to give away who you had to thank for.

“My dear y/n,

I know that you´re not okay even when you want me to believe that you are, and it pains me not to be with you!

Not being able to hold you when you’re feeling sad when all you need is someone to hold you and tell you that everything is going to be fine. And it will be, because even when I’m thousands of miles away from you? I´ll always be by your side.

When you need me, I’ll only be one call away okay? Never forget that!

I love you and it won´t be long until we´re back in Korea!

I can´t wait to see my jagi-ya again and kiss you senseless but until then, you can hug Winklemon for me!

Take a break when you need one and remember to drink enough water and eat something for me…

I love you my baby…”

[luke-hughes43]

déjà vu | trevor and mackenzie

this starts in like July and is current throughout the NHL season to current time! (there's gonna minor changes based on the lyrics, the lyrics are there more as a guide in the plot.)

mack's pov

car rides to malibu, strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two, and trading jackets, laughing 'bout how small it looks on you

so it's been like a month since trev and I broke up and I'm hurting so hard. I had surgery last week so I'm still on bed rest right now and not very mobile.

I've been spending a lot of time online like on instagram and TikTok. I come across yet another video of dixie damelio, I roll my eyes and go to scroll but I see an all too familiar dirty blonde.

it's trevor. he's with dixie.

they are in his car in what looks like california. it looks like the old beach we used to go when I would visit. and there's a cup from the ice cream place that he took me too all the time.

it feels like he's doing everything with her that I did.

watching reruns of Glee, being annoying, singing in harmony, I bet she's bragging to all her friends, saying you're so unique

I still have trevor on all my socials and I caught the end of a video he posted hearing the voice of Lea Michelle so he's watching glee with her now.

that was our show.

so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? she thinks it's special but it's all reused that was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you do you get déjà vu when she's with you? + I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel 'cause you played her "Uptown Girl" you're singing it together now I bet you even tell her how you love her in between the chorus and the verse

once things start adding up, I put together that trevor is doing everything with dixie that he did with me.

that night, my best friend comes over and we drink wine and have a girls night in. I start telling her, "what an unoriginal asshole? like he's taking her to everything he used to take me too. he knows that I can see his shit that he posts, do you think he's doing this on purpose Emma? like honestly?

"I don't know girl. I wish I did know. I know that you don't deserve it. I know you're hurting that you still love you him. and I get why you broke up with him. I'm on your side girl, he shouldn't be reusing the same dates that he took you on and flaunting it online. that's not cool. come here."

I move closer and let her hug me. she's one of the few people that I let touch me. I take a deep breath and try not to let Trevors stupidity get to me but no matter how hard I try, I still catch myself forgiving him. I shake my head and say, "I wish I never broke up with him."

"that's not fair mack. and you know it's not true. you are in no condition to be the girlfriend that he deserves. the only reason me and girls aren't upset with you is because we've known you for so damn long that we don't let you push us away. I know you're dealing with way too much for a normal college kid, just remember to breathe. if you have to blame trevor than blame trevor, but do not under any circumstance, blame yourself Mackenzie grace boldy. do not blame yourself for trevor being a dick."

"I'm trying em. but I love him."

"I know babes. I know. it will get better."

I just nod and lean my head on her shoulder. we throw on some random old movies and drink most of our wine.

later that night; after way too many glasses of wine and being emotional from the breakup, I decide to text trevor.

are you getting déjà vu trev? doing the same things with dixie as you did with me? so tell me, do you get déjà vu?

I shut my phone off and cuddle into Emma on the couch letting the wine take over. I'm gonna regret sending that text in the morning but he's the one that decided to be an asshole. now I just feel used and that our 4 1/2 years meant nothing.

[buttercream-squad-imagines]

Little Red Dress

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Callux x sister!Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Swearing, some violence, maybe a few spelling mistakes Request: Idk if this is a request but like a secret relationship with Harry that you hide and you like calluxs sister or something like that and when he finds out he gets really mad or something

How you had gotten here you didn't know. It was a question you had continually asked yourself for the last five or so months. You hadn't long moved to London, where your older brother Callum lived. You had wanted to be closer to him, not that you were far anyway but you were very closer to your brother.

There were quite a few years between you and the older boy, you being born when the latter was 7 years old. Now at the ages of 22 and 29, the two could not be more inseparable. Despite having different fathers - both of whom hadn't stuck around long enough for the pair to remember them - you and Cal were like peas in a pod. With no father figure for you to look up to, you naturally clung to the boy growing up, and Cal being the only male in the house, quickly took on the protector figure for both you and your mum.

As awful as you felt leaving your mum back at home, you had been missing your brother desperately since he had moved to London so long ago, having spent the latter majority of your school years without him. Now after graduating from university, you finally felt free enough to move to the city with your brother and make your own way in life.

That was nearing a year ago, which led you to now. The situation that you were currently in, sneaking around with one of your brother's best friends.

You had met Harry before you could even have been introduced by Cal in one of the most cliche ways ever. Being the clumsy git he is, he had bumped into you in the hallway of your new apartment building and had spilled the contents of the box you were carrying all over the hardwood floor. Awkwardly the man had tried to pick up the contents in a hurry, spitting out apologies to you and once again dropping things from his arms in an attempt to put them back into the box. It was something you had found very endearing and is a quality of his that you adore.

In an attempt to apologise for both spilling the box full of stuff and then dropping the contents whilst trying to pick them back up, Harry had offered to help you bring up the rest of your boxes. It was there that you both ran into your brother, who was visibly confused as to how his cumbersome best friend was talking to his baby sister like they had known each other for years.

Cal would never actually admit it to you but witnessing that interacting had a large pit forming at the bottom of his stomach. He knew how Harry could be and knew from the look in his eye that he had quickly found an attraction in you.

Any spark found in Harry's eyes quickly distinguished when he learned of your relation to Cal, knowing how protective the older boy could be of his baby sister, but nothing could stop the fluttering feeling the boy got when he was around you. Not even Cal's warnings against dating his sister. Warnings that his other friends got, to his relief, all of which assured Cal that his sister was out of bounds. Pleased with the responses, Cal never had a second thought, something you were glad for.

Something you weren't glad for however, was the feeling of uneasiness you got whenever you were with Harry. You almost felt guilty for being with him, even more so for keeping it from your brother.

Your boyfriend of five months, however, was quick to chase away that feeling with his affection. You got to see another side to the boy that many of the people in his life never got to witness. It gave you a feeling of euphoria knowing that you were the object of Harry's affections, and affectionate he was.

When the two of you got to spend time at your apartment, the boy could not remove himself from you. Whether he was lying in bed editing a video, cuddled into your side, or sprawled out on the settee with his head nestled in your lap, he always had to have some body part touching you. His hand always found yours when he was particularly anxious, something that happened quite regularly, which was one of the traits you found most endearing. It warmed your heart to know that you were able to calm him down.

Something you did a lot was steal Harry's clothing. There was just something about those jumpers, especially the sidemen merch, that was just so comfortable. Even after insisting on getting you some sidemen clothing of your own, so he could continue to make use of his own wardrobe, you still wore his. You had told him very shyly that you liked wearing his clothes because they smelled like him, and it brought you comfort when he was away visiting his own family.

Harry thought he might have broken down then and there. Not that he would say it out loud, he secretly loved it when you wore his clothes but knowing that you would wear them when you missed him? He felt like he was on cloud nine.

Which is how you found yourself right now, snuggled on your sofa, drowning in Harry's jumper and a fleece blanket, watching the TV. Harry had been away visiting his family over the new year, and wasn't due back until the following day but you missed him dearly. Your phone had been forgotten in your bedroom, your only distraction was reruns of Grey's Anatomy, a show you had already watched religiously.

You hadn't realised how much time had passed as you easily lost track of time when you got into a show. You also hadn't realised that your brother had been trying to get hold of your for over an hour. Which is why you were startled when you heard the click of the lock turning.

"Y/N?" The sound of your brother's voice filled the small apartment. "Are you in here?"

"On the sofa." You called back with a yawn. He could easily hear the drowsiness in your voice, he would put his money on you falling asleep within the next hour.

"You didn't answer my calls or texts, I was worried." He scolded gently.

"I left it in my room to charge, sorry for worrying you." You stretched causing the blanket that covered you to drop to your lap.

"Whose? Whose jumper is that?" Cal inquired, suspicion laced in his tone.

"Oh, is it not yours?" You asked, trying to cover up the fact that his best friend's jumper adorned your body and was currently the reason that you were about to be outed.

"No. You know that's not my jumper Y/N. It's too small to be mine." You winced at the hardness in his voice.

"I must've picked it up thinking it was yours. Oops." You tried to play it off coolly, and your brother seemed to be coming around to the idea that it was just a misunderstanding. Thank God, you screamed internally.

"Right." He sprawled himself out next to you and let out a groan when he noticed what you were watching. "Really? Grey's Anatomy? You know I've experienced enough hospitals in my life without having to watch this garbage."

"How dare you?" You gasped playfully, whacking the older man on the arm. "I'm not turning it off, so either accept it or leave."

"Fine."

A week later, Cal was visiting Freezy and Harry's apartment to hang out with the boys. You were meant to be coming soon though as you and Cal were going out for lunch. Cal was sprawled on the sofa and Harry was on another, whilst Freezy was in the bathroom. Cal's suspicions once again peaked as he noticed Harry wearing the jumper you were wearing just a week ago.

"I'm sure that's the jumper Y/N was wearing last week." He muttered loud enough for the younger boy to hear.

"Is it? She must've picked it up by accident and thought it was yours." Harry spoke coolly although his stomach felt like it was doing backflips.

"Hmm. That's what she said." He grumbled. The two fell back into a comfortable silence scrolling through their phones, waiting for Freezy to arrive back from the bathroom.

"Harry, I'm sure you've got some secret girlfriend you're hiding from us or something." The loud voice of Freezy echoed through the apartment.

"What?" The boy in question stumbled over his words. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, if I had to guess, I wouldn't put you down as the type of person who used Sunkissed raspberry shampoo and conditioner." He cackled.

"So, what if I did?" Harry's heart was racing, trying to play the situation off. Even if the boys found out he was seeing someone, they still wouldn't know who. That's what he was trying to tell himself anyway.

"Right, so you're telling me this dress from the washing basket is yours too?"

Harry's face dropped as Freezy held up the little red dress that you had thrown in the washing basket after a night out. A night out with your brother and his friends.

"What the fuck Harry?!" Cal seethed, gripping him by the collar of his jumper and shoving him into the wall. "My fucking sister!"

"Oh." Was the only thing that come out of Freezy's mouth once he had realised the severity of the situation. Your brother on the other hand was seeing red. What they hadn't heard was you entering the flat, having heard the shouting from the hallway. Cal raised his fist, bringing it to meet the side of Harry's face, who hadn't said a word yet.

"What the hell Cal?!" You exclaimed, marching over and pushing him away from your boyfriend.

"When were you going to tell me?" He asked you through gritted teeth.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You honestly had no idea what was happening right now, but if you had to make a guess, you'd put your money on Cal having found out about your relationship. You could count on one hand how many times you had seen your brother as angry as this. Not ever had it been directed at you though.

"Stop lying Y/N!" He roared making you cower into Harry behind you and let out a small whimper. "Come on, we're leaving."

"No!" Your brother grabbed the top of your arm and began pulling you away. You tried to shrug his hand from your arm, but he held on tightly. "I'm not leaving."

"Fine." He spat, storming out of the apartment.

"Hey." Harry whispered softly, touching your arm gently.

"I'll just leave you two." Freezy muttered awkwardly, leaving to go to his room. Harry pulled you into his chest and wiped away the tears you hadn't realised had fallen.

"It's okay." He assured you. "It'll be okay."

[jeagerism]

I saw that your drabble requests are open! If you have time can you do an angst to fluff pls with the prompt “I’m sick of trying” but not in a mad way.. maybe more like “I’m tired of trying” cause she has just given her all to him and he just doesn’t appreciate it at all. Character, Jeon Jungkook pls!! 🙇🏽‍♀️

ooh this request. i lov lov lov writing angst ! it's like, soothing for me. idk that makes me sound fucked up but ! here you go bby ! thank you for requesting, n sorry it took a lil longer than i thought !

jeon jungkook + "i'm sick of trying"

Jungkook is in love with you.

He knows that, he's positively sure of it, actually.

It's a fact among any other. The sky is blue, his favorite color is black, and he's in love with you. If anyone were to ask him, though, he'd probably deny it.

Things are fine as they are, he thinks. You've got a good thing going between the two of you, if you could even call it a thing. He's fine with the touches that linger a little too much to be friendly. With the flirting that never lead anywhere serious, although it could have.

And you're great. You're amazing, the sweetest person he's met and will ever meet. He'd be lucky to have you and be able to call you his, in a different way, a non best friend way. You do too much for him, and he knows that, knows he doesn't deserve it. But he doesn't make any effort to change it.

He's fine with things in the moment. Nothings needs to change, as far as he's concerned. Because he's in love with you, yeah, but he's scared to love you.

"Why do you look sad?"

Snatching his gaze from the television, which he wasn't even paying attention to - some old rerun of Grey's Anatomy you'd asked him to watch - Jungkook hums. "I don't, I was just thinking."

"About?" You plop back down onto the couch a few feet away, resuming your position with your feet in his lap.

Shrugging, he wets his lips with a sigh. "Nothing. Just remembered I've gotta finish that project I've got due for my engineering professor." A lie, and he can tell you realise that, but you don't push.

Another reason to love you. You don't force him to talk about things. The two of you have known each other long enough to know these things about each other. You're patient with the things you've learned to be cautious about. It works.

"Mm, well, before you have to slave away to finish that, wanna have some fun?", you ask, grinning at him. "Namjoon is throwing a party-"

He groans, throwing his head back against the old material of his couch. "Last time we went to one of his parties there was a house fire."

You sit up straight, laughing. "Yeah, but that was, like, an accident! Jimin is scared of fire, why would he purposely try anything with it." Jungkook's not convinced at all, which calls for your puppy dog eyes and pouted lip. "Please? Two hours tops, and if you still wanna leave we can."

And who is he to say no?

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Two hours. And if I wanna leave we're coming back here and watching shitty movies."

Your smile is like the sun coming up.

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Prior to contrary belief, Jungkook isn't a violent guy. Sure, he's thrown a punch or two, but every time it's been in self defense for either him or his friends. And college rumors tended to be the nastiest, so he understands how things like that can get twisted.

Not that he really cares what the random people in his classes thought. The only opinions he'd found himself caring about recently have been yours and the boys'. Especially yours. Not that he's ever going to admit that. Ever.

But Jungkook has a knack for messing things up spectacularly for himself. Up until a few moments ago, he'd avoided that with you.

"You're so stupid."

Jungkook glances at you through his unbruised left eye, huffing. "Yeah, yeah." The frown you're sporting aches more than his eye, though, so he everts his gaze.

"You shouldn't have punched him." You rifle through the drawers of the bathroom, pulling out a small first aid kid. "I'll have to buy Namjoon more first aid stuff." You click open the box with a sigh, shoulders dropping. "You shouldn't have punched him-"

"What was I supposed to do?" He turns, a regret as pain blooms from his side. The worried look you throw at him isn't deserved, because as much as he wants to deny it, you're right. He had been stupid. "Let him continue being an ass to you? Fuck, a thank you would be nice." Jungkook doesn't mean the last part, but he's on a roll of pain and adrenalin and something else he's trying to push away.

"A thank you for getting your ass beat?" Shuffling over to him, you lift his chin with your fingers, avoiding his eyes as you check out the bruises on his face. You don't say anything else other than that for awhile, beginning to clean up his injuries as best as you can.

"There", you murmur, stepping away after smoothing down a bandaid to a cut on his cheek, "all better." You brace both hands on the edge of Namjoon's counter, and you still haven't looked at him. "You know I..."

Focusing on you, Jungkook runs his tongue across his lips. "You?"

Chuckling under your breath, you tap your foot a few times before glancing up and making eye contact with yourself in the mirror. "I, um, I try really hard, you know? To get you to notice me, and stuff. And sometimes I know it works, because I feel you. But then...I see you across the room at a party I had to beg you to come to, flirting with some girl who's head over heels, because you're you.

"You're you and that's, that's great, Jungkook, you're great. I think the world of you, and I know you know that. I know you know that I'm...", you take a breath, "that I'm kind of a little bit completely head over heels for you, too."

"What?" Stupid. Because he knows what, Jungkook's known what for ages. He's seen the way your eyes light up when you see him, or the way you gravitate towards him whenever you're in the same room. He knows because it's like that for him, too.

He's just too scared of what admitting that he knows means.

Breathing out through your nose, you shrug. "I'm in love with you?" And now you look at him, now you search his eyes with your own for something.

Jungkook isn't a bad guy. He worries about being a bad guy, and he likes to think that, if he was bad, he wouldn't worry. He's not bad, not for being in love with his best friend, not for being scared of that love. But he feels like the biggest asshole in the world at his next words.

"I can't."

He can. I can, I can, I can. It's something he wants to scream until his throat is raw. He can, he just needs to know how. He doesn't say this. Instead he watches you splutter and search for words with his heart beating out of his chest.

Because you just said you were in love with him. And yeah, he's known. But knowing and hearing are two different things.

"You can't?" Shaking your head, you lick your lips. "Jungkook I know you...I didn't over think...was all of it nothing, then? You don't...you don't-"

"I do!" He hops up from his place on the toilet, reaching out for you, hands doing the familiar song and dance of holding yours. "I do, I just...things are good like this, right? Things are simple and written out, and I just...I know how to do this. But anything else is just...I can't. I do, okay, but I..."

"But you can't." And god, he swears he sees the moment you shatter. "That's okay. I just...I did so much, to get you to notice and realise, and even when you did, it wasn't...I'm just tired." Your hands slip from his with little difficulty. "I'm sick of trying."

Backing up, you avoid his eyes again. "Um, clean your cuts and stuff tomorrow. Take some Advil and drink water. I'll tell Namjoon about his first aid k-"

"Where are you going?"

Jungkook hates himself in this moment.

"I'm tired of trying."

He's watched you leave a room more times that he can count. But he also knows that he's been right behind you each time. It's different now. He feels cold. The door clicks shut behind you.

The bathroom is quiet again.

He's not sure what part of him hurts worse.

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[lincolmarlboro]

I think today was nice

Spending quality time with my husband was refreshing... we got the home looking fresher as well