#I’m so frikin tired but I don’t feel like I say this enough

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your parents actually had you put soap it your mouth— like... like in the old movies like A Christmas Story...? D: I mean every parent is different I guess. I just get yelled at and hit with a shoe wuldnsmsj but i feel u on the sibling thing😔 my sister told my mom like 2 or 3 weeks ago that she got a 4/6 on this quiz which at her school is a hella F and my mom was like “it’s ok sweetie just try harder and study more next time” and i was like “MOM TF—“ because i got the SAME EXACT GRADE when i was in algebra on that SAME EXACT TEST and i remember she was like 😡🤬👿💥🔥💣. 😔 also sister was a scandalous fake cryer from the beginning. like when she was two i would catch her standing on the little toddler steppy stool and practice crying in front of the mirror in the bathroom. it never really clicked back then that she would use that against me but as i grew older i was like “wait a damn second...” and the thing is she’ll still pull the crying thing sometimes and she’s a whole grown ass 13 year old💀but we love our little sisters anyway i guess because it’s mandatory because if i didn’t love her i would’ve just gone to bed and been like “figure your 3 assignments of algebra hw out by yourself” and she would’ve failed.☹️

....yes :( I didn’t even know that wasn’t a normal thing until I told others about it. They’re were like :o that’s disgusting! WORST PART IS my mom would go “you have to bite it and can’t wash it out for 10 seconds” GUYS ILL TELL YOU HERE AND NOW soap doesn’t taste good... and it’s hard to get out of ur teeth. (At least she’d get a new bar of soap for us 😌) I was known as the trouble maker child cuz I didn’t like getting told what to do... came with a lottttt of getting my ass meet with a belt (my dad did this this where he would slam the belt together to make a loud noise and I could hear him doing it while I was in my room knowing that my ass was gonna HURT) I’ve never been hit with a shoe besides messing around with my brother but SHOES FRIKIN HURT especially flip flops those things STING! I do remember the first time my lil sis ever got a spanken tho I was like 🤭 cuz my mom was so tired of it that she spanked her with a brush... THE BRUSH FUCKIN BROKE. YESSSS I mean my sister struggles more in school than me so I understand it BUT I CANT EVEN MAKE A B WITHOUT MY DAD GOING “you’re not trying hard enough. Don’t let off the gas now” he has actually told me not to let off the gas... like... IVE BEEN OFF THE GAS SINCE 10TH GRADE I’m tired of school 😭 but FR THO U JUST SIT THERE AND WATCH THE LIL SIB GET BABIED. I can’t believe you caught your sister practicing skfnskd like I knew from the get go she used crying as a way to get away with things... it was that or she needed to get her emotions in check. like I cried when I got im trouble... BUT THAT WAS BECAUSE I KNEW I WAS GONNA GET MY ASS BEAT like I would cry and plead guilty while saying sorry 100x but noooooo there was no saving me. My lil sis on the other hand... tears... and it’s fine FAKE TEARS THAT DISAPPEAR WITHIN SECONDS. Ur sister rlly said 😏 wanna see a trick. I feel like my sis will turn out the same way like she’s 11 and will still be like 🤧 like... OKAY we get it you can act 😤 I cant fake cry but even if I could IT WOULDNT MATTER ID STILL BE IN TROUBLE. Yep... the things we do for our little sisters. They have the power to push EVERY. SINGLE. BUTTON. but still come out as the people we’d chose first. Like even when we weren’t that close I knew that I would always put her before anyone else I love. the fact that I had my own work to finish... but I helped her on her 5+ math assignments that were due the next day 🙂. I feel like they have an unfair advantage... NOBODY HELPED ME WITH MY MATH! okay maybe it’s cuz we know what it’s like to SUFFER so we’re like FINE I’ll help... although sometimes I sit there like... I am NOT dealing with this attitude.

this represents how I feel reading ur ask slbflwnr

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[today-we-will-survive]

Group Project pt. 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.6K

Requested: kind of by @a-romantic16 😂

It’s really hard to keep a straight face when you—along with forty other students—are watching yourself, blown up twenty sizes and attempting/failing to act. You really didn’t think you were doing that bad of a job the day you were filming, though maybe you were doing a lot better before Taehyung had the brilliant idea to add one(1) frikin adorable camera operator into the mix. Now you watch in horror as you deliver your lines with a trembling voice, your eyes wide with nerves. What a disaster.

“I can’t take this anymore,” your voice echoes through the amphitheater-style room. Why did your professor have to borrow this room when your normal, much smaller, much less theater-like room would have sufficed?

“No, please, Janet, don’t leave me,” Jungkook says dramatically and grabs a hold of your wrist when you stiffly turn away from him. “Please give me a chance to explain.”

The you on the screen shakes her head and looks back briefly. “I’m done listening to you talk, Vincent. I’m tired of hearing your voice.”

“Then I won’t try to convince you with my words,” Jungkook says just before tugging hard, causing you to stumble into him with a squeal—which definitely wasn’t scripted—your hand landing on his chest. “Let me try something else.”

Oh God. You cover your eyes with your hands, letting out a groan that’s luckily drowned out by the dramatic music that swells when you and Jungkook kiss on screen. With a slight shift of one finger, you peak out from behind your hands only to have your eyes assaulted by the most awkward, cringe-worthy five seconds of your extremely short acting career. So short, in fact, that this kiss feels like it’s taken up the majority of it. Why did Taehyung feel the need to put a scene in like this? Why did he cast you—someone with absolutely no acting experience whatsoever—for this project that was supposed to be focusing on lighting? LIGHTING!!!! THAT’S IT!!! He could have made a music video! Or a time-lapse of his frikin cat! Why did he feel the need to try and get dramatic? But most importantly, whyyyyyyyyy did you agree to do it? At least when you did agree, it was supposed to just be you. It was supposed to be a simple monologue, but of course, he had to throw that out the window—along with your last bit of dignity—and bring Jungkook in.

Your face heats up anew when the music fades and the credits roll noiselessly up the projector screen. The silence in the room is too thick making the sound of your heart pounding in your ears that much louder. Surely, everyone else can hear it.

When at last the screen blackens completely, a smattering of applause fills the darkness and then the lights come back on. A quick, pleading, glance at your watch tells you that class actually ended two minutes ago and, well, you need to find a hole to go crawl and die in so before anyone has a chance to say a word, you grab your bag off the chair beside you and dart out the door, glad that you decided to sit so close to the back.

The halls aren’t all that crowded, this being a building with only a few classes that get out at this time, and for that, you’re grateful.

This seems like a good enough place to die of embarrassment, you think when you turn the corner and find yourself in a deserted hallway. With a sigh, you sink down against the wall, letting your bag drop beside you and put your forehead on your knees.

Calm down, Y/N. Maybe it wasn’t actually as bad as you think it was. After all, people did applaud at the end. Though maybe they were just applauding because the torture of having to sit through it was finally over.

“Oh no,” you utter again as you relive the absolute mortification of having to kiss this boy that you’ve had a crush on since the beginning of the semester—repeatedly, you might add, before Taehyung was finally satisfied with the scene—then having to sit there while your peers watched.

“Y/N?”

Your head lifts so fast, the back of it hits the wall and you wince at the sudden pain. When you peel your eyelids open, you immediately want to close them again because standing in front of you is the exact last person you want to see right now.

“Jungkook,” you crack. “Hi.”

“I blinked and you were gone. Are you alright?” he asks, his forehead creasing with concern.

You make your way clumsily to your feet and brush the back of your jeans off. “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Perfectly fine. Never better.”

He quirks an eyebrow.

“Alright,” you say with a heavy sigh. “I’m completely mortified.”

“I don’t think it was terrible,” he shrugs. “I mean, not the worst film I’ve ever seen.”

“Why, because you were in it?” you ask.

“No,” he utters and digs his hands into his pockets. “Maybe because you were.”

Oof what? You’re so caught off guard by that response that you can only stare dumbly at him as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck. “I mean, it could have been worse,” he continues. “At least Taehyung didn’t cast himself in that role.”

“I bet he would have done a better job than I did,” you reply shifting from one foot to the other.

“Yeah but I’d rather kiss you than him any day.”

Again, what? Your heart falters and somehow you manage to trip even though you’re standing still. “Really?” you ask.

Jungkook’s mouth lifts into a grin and when his lips part, you catch a glimpse of those adorable bunny teeth and somehow your heart begins to beat even faster. He nods shyly and you see his cheeks tinge pinkish.

“Actually,” he says. “I’m glad I was able to find you. You ran out of the room so fast, I thought I’d have to wait till Monday.”

“Wait for what?”

Jungkook steps a bit closer, his head tilting downward so he’s looking at his shifting feet. “Well, it feels kind of weird that we’ve kissed so many times—”

“Ugh, so many times,” you groan pressing your hand over your one eye.

“I thought, maybe, I should ask you on a proper date. You know, maybe that way you wouldn’t feel like you’re having war flashbacks every time you see me.”

Your other hand comes up to cover your other eye and you groan again. “Please, God, let me die,” you say and Jungkook laughs.

“Was I really that bad?” he asks you.

You slide your palms down your face and look at him. His mouth is quirked upward but his own eyes are turned down a bit. Almost disappointed.

“No, no,” you say quickly. “It wasn’t you, Jungkook. I promise. It was the whole…situation. Reading cringey lines, trying to act in front of a camera, calling you Vincent, was not the way I imagined my first kiss with you would be.”

Now the smile reaches his eyes. “You’ve imagined our first kiss?” he asks.

You feel the color drain from your face at the realization of what you just confessed. “Oh no,” you whisper. “No no no no no.” You turn away and start walking slowly down the hall, leaving him staring after you as you continue muttering to yourself.

“No, please, Janet, don’t leave me!” Jungkook calls.

You stop and turn around again to face him, your hands still pressed to your burning cheeks. “You did not,” you say.

“I figured it would get you to stop,” he says and starts walking toward you. “I have an idea.”

At this point you’re basically floating above yourself watching this whole terrible scene unfold. “What?”

He steps even closer. “How about we redo it.”

“Redo it?”

Jungkook bites his bottom lip, glancing down at your own mouth before meeting your eyes again. “Our first kiss.”

“Our first kiss?”

“Is there an echo in here?”

You release your face at last with a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess right now,” you say. “I just feel like this whole day has been surreal.”

“Can I help make it a bit better?” Jungkook asks stepping closer still. There’s only about a foot between the two of you now and for some reason, you’re having a hard time figuring out what brought the two of you to this moment.  

He brings a hand up and traces the shell of your ear with a fingertip before settling his palm against your cheek. “Is this okay?” Jungkook asks, his breath fanning across your skin.

His hand is warm on your face and for a second that’s all you can focus on. That and how close his lips are to yours. You look up to meet his own gaze, his dark lashes framing those eyes that are too sparkly to be just reflecting the fluorescents in the hall, irises so dark they look like literal miniature galaxies. You’d get lost in them if not for how close his mouth is to your own. It takes a second longer for your soul to return to your body and you carefully reach up, gripping his shirt at his sides with trembling fingers before at last giving a small nod.

Jungkook’s own breath hitches and you watch the tip of his tongue swipe across his bottom lip before he closes the space between you.

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My Prince😍😍- Yuta Fluff

Genre: Fluff 

Description: Yuta finds out your name in your phone which leads to your sweet love confession~

————You clumsily stumble into you and your boyfriends shared apartment. Too tired to care where it landed, you threw all your stuff by the door and made your way to the bedroom. You walk in to see Yuta lying in bed, clicking away on his phone. A smile quickly spread across his face as you made your way to the closet door. “Hey baby,” Yuta said as he looked intently at you, still wearing that same smirk on his face. You just took off your jacket and threw it on the floor, then proceeded to make your way to the bed. “Hey Yuta,” you said as you fell face first onto the bed, your face deep into a pillow. “Yuta?” He asked, wearing a confused expression, but still incorporating that stupid smirk yet again. “That is your name isn’t it?” You mumbled into the pillow, your words barely audible. “I mean… yeah, but it’s just-” He stated but you cut him off, tilting your head on the pillow so you were now facing him. “Listen, I have had a very stressful day today. I was late for practice, my manager has been nagging me all day, I have no inspiration for my new album, my back is killing me… and oh yeah and I lost my damn phone.” You ranted to him, just staring at him afterward seeing if he still had anything so important he had to say. “Well, I’m sorry you had such a bad day sweetie… but if it makes you feel any better, your phone isn’t lost…” he said as if he was implying something. You had no clue what he meant you asked. “What do you mean?” You asked. 

                                ———EARLIER THAT DAY——— 

Yuta woke up and realized what he thought was his girlfriend was actually a pillow. He unwrapped his arm from his “girlfriend”, and dragged himself into the bathroom and got himself all cleaned up. He reached for his phone and decided to text his girlfriend to ask where she was 

YUTA: HEY BABE, WHERE ARE YOU? 

YUTA:BABE?? 

YUTA:HEY!!! 

YUTA: WHY AREN’T YOU REPLYING??? 

YUTA:ARE YOU OKAY?? 

YUTA:I MISS U!!!!! 

As he was spamming you he realized there were several ‘bings’ going off in the background. As he followed the noise he was led to your phone on the kitchen counter. As he walked up to your phone, he couldn’t help but notice his name on your phone. ‘My Prince😍😍’. “Wow, does she really think about me like that?…” he thought out loud. His girlfriend was really a woman of her work. I mean she could be very sweet at times, but she’s never really shown that kind of side of her. As Yuta looks at her phone still in awe, he noticed that her friend had left her a message. 

Y/F/N: WOW…YOU ARE REALLY SERIOUS ABOUT THIS, AREN’T YA?? 

Y/F/N: AISH…YOU ARE REALLY CRAZY!! 

Yuta, wondering what you guys were talking about, clicked on the message. It took him to all of you and your friend's messages. 

Y/N: AHHH…I NEED HELP!! 

Y/F/N: WHY?? 

Y/N: YOU KNOW HOW I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THAT NEW SONG?? 

Y/F/N: …YEAH? 

Y/N: WELL…THAT SONGS ABOUT YUTA…AND I REALIZE THAT I CAN’T WRITE IT IF I’VE NEVER EVEN TOLD HIM THAT I LOVE HIM. 

Y/F/N:…YOU DON’T LOVE HIM?? 

Y/N: THE THING IS… I DO LOVE HIM BUT…IM NOT THE BEST AT…YOU KNOW EXPRESSING MY FEELINGS. I JUST FEEL LIKE I DON’T APPRECIATE HIM ENOUGH.

Y/F/N: THEN WHY DON’T YOU JUST BE LIKE ‘HEY YUTA, I LOVE YOU'? 

Y/N: I AM A 22 YR OLD WHO HAS NEVER HAD A BOYFRIEND IN HER LIFE, DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR ME TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?? 

Y/F/N: WELL I AM A 22 YR OLD WHO HAS HAD SEVERAL BOYFRIENDS IN THE PAST AND KNOWS WHEN IT COMES TO GUYS AND ROMANTIC THINGS, THEY APPRECIATE THE LITTLE THINGS, OKAY? 

Y/N: YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE RIGHT, I’LL JUST TELL HIM I LOVE HIM, NO MATTER HOW HARD IT IS, I’LL DO ANYTHING NOT TO LOSE HIM. 

Y/F/N:WOW…YOU ARE REALLY SERIOUS ABOUT THIS, AREN’T YA?? 

Y/F/N: AISH…YOU ARE REALLY CRAZY!! ———

                               ———BACK TO PRESENT DAY———

“You jerk!! You read my texts??” You yelled at him, mentally cursing yourself for leaving your phone in the kitchen in the first place. “Well…i know you really don’t think I’m a jerk, do ya??” He asked taking your hand in his, kissing it. As he kissed your hand, for some reason all your anger faded away. You felt the same feeling you felt earlier. The feeling that you needed to tell him that you love him. That you would give anything for this man to not leave you. You loved him so much but the words just can’t find a way to come out of your mouth. He let go of your hand and looked into your eyes, tears brimming in them. “Don't cry baby, its okay.” He hugged you and whispered in your ear. You buried your face in his shoulder. He pushed you on the bed and then you were lying on his chest, as he stroked your back he said: “I know it's probably hard for you to say this, so I’ll just do it for you… I love you, like A LOT, when I found out you loved me… I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself. I was so frikin HAPPY, you make me happy. But I want you to feel comfortable with me, and to be able to tell me stuff like this because I love you SO SO much.” “I love you too babe, and I’ll express myself better I promise. You mean a lot to me and I may not say it a lot but always remember that I love you.” You said as you looked up to face him. “Trust me, babe, I’ll always remember.” He connected his lips with yours for a long sweet passionate kiss. You pulled away and laid back on his chest and drifted into a sweet sleep. 

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