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rentsturner · 3 years

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Shirt | Obi Wan Kenobi

‘oh my god if u do #3 from the fluff list with obi i think i might combust’ / @alideetoo

3 - ‘’Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

warnings: Modern!AU obi wan, reader overthinking and stressing a little, kissing

a/n: just cute fluff involving obi’s fav shirt. Hope you enjoy (love u @alideetoo ) THANK YOU @profkenobi FOR HELPING ME WITH THE ENDING YOURE THE BEST

wc: 1.4k

It was the first day off work that you’d had in a long time, and god knows how much you needed it. Finally a day where you could sit back and relax, no need to do any work, no matter how much you felt like you needed to. No chores, no cooking (you’d ordered in a pizza just to fully embrace the day), only relaxing. Obi was out at work, so you were well and truly home alone.

So you’d settled into bed, catching up on some Netflix shows until you got bored and tried to nap.

But something wasn’t right. You couldn’t let yourself relax, no matter how hard you tried. Something was always nagging at the back of your mind - an unopened email that was begging to be read, maybe you could just add one more paragraph to that unfinished essay, this time could be much better spent doing a little extra research. It was giving you a headache. No, you told yourself. Relax.

You looked around, needing to find something to calm yourself down and take your mind off everything, a stressball maybe or a colouring book or -

There it was, hanging from the top of the wardrobe in the corner, in all its glory. Obi Wan’s shirt. Red and black flannel, worn from use and slightly frayed at the seams. You touched the sleeve, slightly too long for you but perfect for Obi, fitting his strong arms so well. The fabric was so soft, softer than any of your shirts by far. It looked so warm, so cozy... so Obi Wan. The shirt slides easily off its hanger and you bury your face in it, breathing in its scent. It smelled so like him, even when Obi washed it, that faint scent of sandalwood and cinnamon still remained. It was intoxicating, immediately bringing back happy memories for you.

You pulled the fabric over your shoulders, tugging the sleeves down and wrapping it tightly around you. Obi is so much broader around the shoulders than you, the shirt practically hangs off your frame, but you were right, it’s warm and its cosy and it feels like home, more than your apartment itself.

It’s easy to relax now that you have the shirt, especially as the evening brings in the cold sting of winter. You’re glad to wrap the soft flannel around you, savouring the way it feels against your skin, keeping you warm and comfortable.

A few hours later, you hear the front door shutting, a familiar click, then some rustling as Obi discards his coat (and tie probably - he hates those things), a jingle as his keys are thrown into the bowl.

“Love, I’m home!” There’s a shout as footsteps approach the bedroom door, Obi Wan sounding surprisingly cheerful considering the long day he’s spent at work. Obviously in a good mood.

You’re stretched out on the bed, flipping through a worn paperback. This must be at least the fourth time that you’ve read it in the last few years, but the pages always seem to call you back and you’re sucked easily right back into the story every time, without fail.

The door creaks open to reveal a smiling Obi Wan. His hair is tousled, like he’s just ran his hands through it, messing it up on purpose. He’s rubbing over his jaw and down his neck with one hand, pushing the collar of his shirt open (you were right - tie has been discarded and top button hastily undone). He looks a little tired, but still positively gorgeous. It still took your breath away when you saw him sometimes, even after all these years.

He leans playfully against the doorframe, looking you up and down, arms crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up past his elbows.

His eyebrow is quirked up, a smirk growing on his face as he takes in your outfit. He doesn’t say anything else, just waits for you to give in. Teasing, as always.

He’s like this when he’s with you. Quietly determined at work, never drawing too much attention to himself, but when he’s at home with you, Obi Wan is a real devil. Teasing, joking, anything to have your attention on him. He knows he has you wrapped around his little finger, just as he is (happily) wrapped around yours.

After a few moments of playful tension, you give in.

“What’re you looking at?” You know exactly what he’s looking at.

Obi Wan takes a step forward, out of the doorway, towards the bed, hand lifting to gesture in your direction.

“Is that my shirt, darling?”

He’s still fucking smirking. well if he’s going to tease, then it’s only fair if you do too.

“You mean our shirt?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just chuckles and brings one hand up to stroke his beard, scratching at his jawline before smoothing the short hair back down.

“That’s my favourite shirt.”

“I know. It’s my favourite too. Hence why I’m wearing it.” Obi’s eyes are locked on yours and you can tell he’s enjoying himself, playing this little game with you, his eyes bright and twinkling with mischief.

“Well then. I suppose we’ll have to find a compromise, darling.” The devilish smirk on his face suggests that he has some kind of plan in store - Obi Wan was never without a plan, that was for sure. Always devising and calculating, always prepared. He scratches his chin, other arm still crossed across his chest - you quickly recognised his ‘scheming pose’, as he affectionately called it.

“You may wear it for tonight. But first I have to get something out of the pocket.”

Now you were confused. The shirt was no heavier than normal fabric - you were almost sure that the one front pocket was empty. What was he talking about? You stood up, feeling at the pocket as you moved.

“What? There’s nothing here, Obi.”

“Here. Just let me-“

He moved a few steps closer and suddenly the sandalwood and cinnamon scent doubled in intensity, clear blue eyes so close to yours, those long eyelashes framing them so beautifully. A hand slowly moved up your side, stroking gently until it reached the chest pocket of the shirt. Obi’s hand slipped inside, searching the corners of the pocket for...whatever it was he was looking for. You’d have to wait and see.

“Where is it, I can’t seem to...” He was making a big show of this, whatever his plan was, his brows practically touching as he feigned a face of deep concentration.

“Ah! Here it is.” His face lights up in equal intensity as the last expression and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him, so overdramatic, so present, so Obi Wan.

He brings his fingers out of the shirt, holding them up to you, as if to show you what he’s found - but there’s nothing there.

You look at Obi quizzically, confusion obvious on your face.

He smiles. Not a smirk. Just a smile.

“A left over smooch. Just for you.”

And as the warmth begins to blossom deep on your stomach and bubble up inside of you, he brings his fingers tenderly to his lips, leaving them there for a moment before moving even closer to you. You smile as he moves in, kissing you gently and slowly, savouring every second. You bring your hand to the back of his neck, rubbing your thumb over the soft hair there and pulling him in closer, your Obi Wan.

When you finally pull away, the sheepish smile on Obi’s face is the first thing you see.

“Did you like my joke, darling?”

“I loved it, Obi.” You smile. It had been very cute, to be fair to him, very clever. But a little more teasing wouldn’t hurt. “But I’m afraid I’ll be keeping the shirt.”

~*~*~*~

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skullrock · 4 years

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the captain

pairing: Steve x Hagan!Reader

request: Can I please request a fluffy fic where Steve falls for Tommy H’s sister? She stops by Scoops Ahoy to buy ice cream and they go all “Oh, it’s been a long time since we last saw each other” kind of? I love your writing so much 🥺

word count: 1.8k

warnings: Steve being Big Idiot, mentions of T*mmy H*gan

a/n: tommy’s party by peach pit intensifies in my head

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“We’re out of sea-berry.”

Robin doesn’t look up from her book. “What?”

Steve grabs the empty container from the display case and nearly chucks it in her direction. “We - are out - of sea-berry.” He chucks it dramatically into the trash and throws his hat on the counter, then leans forward to rest his head in his hands.

“Steve, it’s just ice cream,” Robin says. “It’s not a big deal.”

“I am having a bad day.”

Robin’s brows knit together. “Because we’re out of sea-berry?”

“It’s not about the ice cream, Robin,” he says, lifting his head to glare at her. “It’s about working at a shitty minimum wage job with this stupid hat and my arms hurt from scooping stupid ice cream for stupid customers.”

Robin puts her book down and sighs, hopping off the counter. She claps Steve’s shoulder and he bristles at the feeling. “Hey, slinging ice cream isn’t stupid.”

“Oh?” he asks. “In this - in this costume?” Steve tugs at his shirt. “You don’t think this job is stupid?”

Robin winces. “Spoiled,” she mumbles, and leans against the back counter. “How’s the girl thing coming along?”

Steve sighs loudly, dramatically, and leans against the cooler, back to the seating area. “How do you think?”

“I haven’t kept track today, but knowing your record, not good.”

“I give up!” he cries out, throwing his hands up. “I give up. The - the - God or whatever - wants me to suffer. I am fruitless.” He stares at the ground and crosses his arms. “My dad’s trying to teach me a lesson on being responsible and the universe is trying to teach me a lesson on being - I don’t know.”

“Not an asshole?”

Steve winces now, eyes trained on his shoelaces. “Yeah, maybe.”

Robin sighs, feeling some pity for the boy in front of her. “Look, you only have a few more hours, okay? Just make it til then.”

Just make it til then. Steve can do that, he thinks.

And then you come into the store.

Steve does a double take, looking up from the to-do list he’s reading for the fiftieth time that day. His brows furrow and he goes a bit slack-jawed, shocked to see you. He hadn’t seen you in forever - since junior year, at least. He hadn’t even thought about you; Tommy and all things related had been forcefully eradicated from his mind. But he knows you from anywhere - knows the freckles and hair, knows your smile. Knows the laugh you share with a friend before you walk into the store, alone, playing with your wallet.

Steve continues to stare with his mouth agape as you approach, and you also do a double-take. You remember Steve - of course you remember Steve. He was all you thought about while Tommy was close with him. You’d begged your brother two things your whole life - to stop being a dick and to get Steve to go on a date with you.

Of course, he did neither.

But you’re grown up now, more confident and less desperate for a date. Still, despite the growth, you’re completely smitten. Steve’s even cuter now, has grown into himself. His hair, salon-highlighted, bounces as you both make eye contact. You remember the moles on his neck, his hands, his eyes - god, his eyes, warm and brown and always kind even when Steve wasn’t. And he was kind, to you, at least. You could always see past the bullshit facade. You knew who he was, deep down. You knew him as a quiet boy at the pool, the one who said please and thank you to your mother, the one who shoved Tommy when Tommy was mean to you. He always wanted to make you laugh, no matter what. You just felt comfortable with him.

You realize at this point that you’ve stopped walking and you blush as your feet begin to work again.

“Look who it is,” you say, smiling widely. “The one that got away.”

Steve smiles despite not understanding the joke. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi, Steve.”

“Been a long time,” he says, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah.” You smile sadly. “Tommy wouldn’t tell me what happened. I just knew I wasn’t going to see you anymore.”

Steve stiffens a bit at the mention of Tommy, but he shrugs a shoulder. “Well, you know -”

“I do know,” you say. “I wish I could lose Tommy and Carol.”

“I guess I got lucky, huh?”

“Yeah, guess you did,” you say, eyes trained on his. “And I got unlucky. I missed you.”

Steve perks up a bit, but his brows twitch together. “You missed me?”

“I - yeah,” you stutter, blushing. “Yeah. You were always cool and nice to me.”

Steve’s smile widens and he leans against the counter, clasping his hands together. “Yeah? Well, maybe I missed you, too.”

“Really?”

“You were fun,” he says, “and I think we connected because deep down, we both hated your brother.”

“And Carol.”

“And Carol,” he laughs. “God, remember when they made me have a pool party? And you and I went inside and played Monopoly for hours while they made out at the pool?”

You laugh, too. “Jesus Christ, your pool probably has mono.”

“Probably.”

You both stare at each other a little longer before you clear your throat. “So - ice cream? What do you recommend? I’ve never been here.”

“Lucky you,” he says, straightening. “Well, we’re out of sea-berry -”

Robin sighs behind him and he turns to glare at her, not enjoying the audience, but whips back around to you. “But we have other flavors.”

“Oh, boy,” you say, your smile starting to hurt your face. “Lay ‘em on me.”

Steve takes you through each flavor, dramatically reciting what they are and what the selling point is, handing you a small spoon for each one. You really don’t care to taste them all, but you care about talking to him - you care about your fingers brushing every time he hands you a sample, how his eyes light up when he laughs, how dorky he looks and sounds.

“We also have sundaes and stuff,” he says, “which I can also attempt to sell to you.”

“Do you make this much of an effort every time you make a sale?”

“No, just for you.”

You both blush but the smiles stay, and Robin is nearly gagging behind Steve because it’s frankly disgusting to watch straight people flirt.

“What do you usually get?” you ask. “I think I trust your judgement.”

“I don’t give this place my money,” he says, “but when I steal, I always get the USS Butterscotch.”

You wrinkle your nose. “What is it called?”

“Look, I didn’t name it!”

You laugh. “I bet you didn’t pick your uniforms, either.”

Steve snorts. “No way, I’d pick something much nicer -”

“What, like a pastel striped polo?” Robin quips from behind him.

Steve whips around again and opens his mouth to retaliate, but you say, “I think it looks good on you.”

He turns to look at you, head inclined as if to say yeah, right. “No, I look stupid.”

“No!” you protest. “It’s really nice. The color is nice on you.”

Steve can’t stop the blush that creeps onto his cheeks, and he rubs the back of his neck. “You think?”

“Yeah,” you say casually. “And it really shows off your arms and legs.”

At this point, Robin gets up and walks to the back, leaving you and Steve alone. Finally.

“What about my arms and legs needs shown off?” he asks.

You roll your eyes. “Like you don’t know.”

“Like I don’t know what?”

“That you’re cute.”

Had Steve been drinking, he would have done a spit-take.

“I mean - like - uh. Like - you’re - conventionally. Attractive,” you add, anxiety gripping your veins. “Like. You know.”

Steve smirks. “I don’t know.”

“Yes you do,” you say, leaning across the cooler to tug on his ascot. “You know you’re attractive. That was your one personality trait.”

Steve pouts. “Hey -”

“I’m kidding,” you say, pushing him a bit before leaning back to your side of the cooler. “I’d like a - whatever you said earlier.”

Steve whips his scooper out and twirls it in his hand before getting to work. You smile as you wait, watching him do everything very dramatically and with flair. He turns and produces the concoction to you, gesturing towards it theatrically before handing it to you.

“How much?” you ask, reaching for your wallet again.

“No way,” he says, crinkling his nose. “You’re not paying.”

Your shoulders drop and you frown. “Steve, come on -”

“It’s on me. I like to steal from this place.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Like Robin Hood.”

“Sure,” he says, not knowing who that is. “Like Robin Hood.”

“This better be good,” you say. “Because I’m not coming back if it sucks.”

“That’s too bad,” he pouts, leaning against the cooler. “I guess that means I’ll have to see you outside of work, then.”

You raise a brow and smile, grabbing the spoon in your dish. “Let’s see.”

You slowly take a bite. It’s actually pretty good, but you want to see Steve somewhere else.

“It sucks,” you say. “Worst thing I’ve ever had.”

“Damn,” Steve sighs. “I guess that means I’ll have to meet you at the movies tomorrow at eight?”

“I guess so,” you say, trying to suppress a smile. “What a bummer.”

Steve smiles fondly. “What a bummer.”

After a few moments of intense eye-contact, the bell at the counter rings, signifying Erica Sinclair’s entrance. Steve sighs and grits his teeth, looking back at you with a sympathetic smile. “I’m very glad you came in here.”

“Me too,” you smile. “Tomorrow? Eight? Movies.”

“Tomorrow, eight, movies,” he repeats, nodding, and you smile wider at how his hair bobs over his forehead as he does.

“Sailor Man!”

“Jesus,” Steve mumbles, sending you one last smile before going towards the register.

===

“That was so gross,” Robin scoffs. “You guys - ugh. For fifteen minutes!”

Steve smugly smiles at her. He walks towards her board and grabs her marker, dramatically drawing a ‘I’ on his side of the board. “I rule.”

“This time,” Robin says, unable to hide her smile. “This time, you rule.”

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boymeetsweevil · 4 years

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the most magical place in hell

Grouping: (For Science) Reader x JK

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings/Themes: implied sex, 5 is a crowd annoying friends since that’s the vibe these days, d*sn*y please don’t sue

Prompt: “For Science, I miss this couple sm. Any scenario would be fantastic! For inspo, did JK and OC get to go on a vacation, (jk expressed he wanted to in his journal) if so how did that go? Any fun new experiments?”

A/N: This commissioned fic is part of the Changes with Luv project, hosted by FicsWithLuv. Here you can find more information about the project, cause, places to donate, and ways to commission a piece or offer your services if you are a content creator. Thank you!

On the third day of the cruise, Jungkook rolls over in his sleep. His hand reaches for you. His palm meets the bare skin of your shoulder already moving despite how pale the morning light is under his lashes.

“What’s happening,” he mumbles before grabbing more greedily at you. There’s not too much resistance as you let yourself be dragged a few inches across the sheets.

“We have to get up. Breakfast starts in 10 minutes, remember?”

You lean down to press a peck just above his brow bone and he groans. As you pull away, there’s a sweet waft that hits him and lets him know you’ve already showered and gotten ready. Now it’s his turn.

He gives himself just until you gather your things and shut the door to the room. Then he’s pulling himself out of bed with every ounce of energy he has left. He brushes his teeth with his eyes closed, does a perfunctory shower with the lights off like it’ll give him some more sleep. But he’s still dead tired as he throws on an outfit and heads out the door.

The walk to the dining area was exciting 3 days ago. The decadent decor, the view from the high balcony separating his floor from the others, the grand 20’s style atrium with Mickey Mouse memorabilia incorporated throughout. Everything used to be exciting 3 days ago. Sadly, the first day passed and things quickly lost their charm.

As he scoops a smiley-face omelette onto his plate in the buffet line, he searches for your face in the crowd of families scarfing down their first meals of the day so they can take their kids to the waterfall pool on deck 6. By the time he reaches the end of the line, there’s still no sight of you among the tables. So he ventures outdoors where there’s less seating but considerably more sun. He thinks back to his quick routine in the room. Did he remember to put on sunscreen?

When he finds you, you’re stretched out on a beach chair and taking in some of the sun. His mood is partially lifted when he sees just how content you look getting warmed like a lizard on a rock in your tiny bikini. He stands over you deliberately just to see you pout and pull down your sunglasses with a huff.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

“Who’d you think it was?”

“I thought it was Hoseok about to ask me to take his profile pic again.”

Jungkook chuckles a little before sitting in the open seat next to you. “Couldn’t have been him. Too early.” “That’s true.” You sit up then, peering at his plate. “What’d you get us?”

“Us?” His smile is warm. “I thought you’d have eaten by now with the way you left the room.”

“I was looking for an empty spot for us. It was your job to find the actual food.”

“No one else would willingly wake up this early,” he cuts a fraction of the omelette before holding the bite up to you. “But I guess it’s only fair.”

You open your mouth happily.

“Permission to board the S.S. girlfriend?”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m wasting fuel in the port,” he continues to hover the fork just outside your reach, even when you jump forward with a nip.

“Permission to board,” you grumble.

He laughs like you told a great joke and gently feeds you the bite. With soft eyes, he watches you point to different things on the plate and dutifully feeds you your fill. This might be the first time he’s been able to spend a few moments alone with you since the five of you got on the cruise. He finishes up the bit of toast you couldn’t finish and the few blueberries that didn’t interest you. He must be staring because you turn to him in your reclined position and return the favor.

“You’re looking a little red. Did you put on sunscreen?”

“I think I forgot. I was trying to get ready fast so you wouldn’t have to sit around alone.”

“I wasn’t alone,” you reach into the bag you brought for sunscreen. “Yoori was with me. She left for the gym maybe 2 minutes before you came out here.”

“Oh,” is all he says.

Jungkook scowls a bit as you rub the lotion onto his face. That Yoori and Hoseok, and probably even Taehyung, might be spending more time with you on this trip than him is starting to be the horrible icing on this shitty vacation cake.

“Why don’t we take some time to—” He begins but a large shadow looming over the two of you makes him stop in his tracks.

“Hey,” a man with thick blond hair and even thicker muscles nods down at you. “You were at the adult lounge last night, right?”

Jungkook’s mouth drops open. Thor—or the actor who plays him during the Marvel day activities—has come up to your spot. He’s got the Ragnorok breastplate on with board shorts adorning his chiseled lower half. From the top up, he looks just like the real thing.

“Wow. Yeah I was, I’m surprised you remember,” you hold a hand over your eyes so you can look up at “Thor”.

“How could I forget. You and your beautiful friend were quite the sight yesterday.”

“Oh, uh. Thanks.”

In all his excitement, he overlooks the flirting. Jungkook stands up from his seat then and sticks out his hand. “Thor” shakes it hesitantly.

“Hey. I know you’re not the real thing, but it’s great to see you. I wasn’t at the adult lounge last night, so we didn’t get to meet.”

Jungkook makes sure to puff out his chest so “Thor” will notice the print of his button down shirt. Tiny little hammers.

“Do you like the shirt?” He beams.

“Thor” squints down at the animated hammers.

“I can’t say I really know what’s on it, but sure.”

“They’re...they’re Mjölnirs.”

“Mole-whats?”

You gasp, clapping your hands over your mouth.

Jungkook drops “Thor”’s hand at the same moment, disappointment turning down the corners of his mouth.

“Nothing. They’re just drawings. Have a good day, man.”

“Thor” chuckles before looking back down at you. “Cute kid,” he says before sending you a wink and making some comment about getting to rehearsal.

Yoori returns from the gym that moment, nearly running into “Thor”. He gives her an appreciative once over which she returns smugly. Her expression changes as she approaches you and Jungkook looking like you had both seen a car crash.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you respond quickly with a subtle look at the back of Jungkook’s head to tell her ‘not now’.

“Well,” she plops down on the end of Jungkook’s beach chair, “How was breakfast?”

“It was fine,” Jungkook sighs and scoots back so she’ll have some room. “We finished a little while ago. Now we’re just making plans for the rest of the morning.”

“Couple stuff...I’ll go get myself a plate, then.”

You wait until Yoori’s disappeared into the dining area to turn to Jungkook. He doesn’t look angry per se. Just resigned.

“What were you saying before?”

“Hmm,” his eyes are far away, “I was just saying we could take some time to ourselves.”

He wants to say he feels like he’s barely seen you since he stepped on the ship, but he doesn’t want to make you feel bad. The funny thing is that you weren’t even looking forward to the trip before the first day. The tickets for this Marvel cruise were a last minute gamble. You had dropped many not-so-subtle hints about wanting to go somewhere a little less kid-friendly, but he’d waited until the last minute.

At first it seemed like the best possible last choice a person could have. You were all fans of the comics and movies with the exception of Taehyung and Yoori. Taehyung was more of a DC fan and Yoori just sort of let the movies wash over her. You’d been worried that the week would be torture for you with all the screaming kids around. But you were actually having the time of your life. Meanwhile Jungkook was having a less than ideal time.

“Sure. Like what?”

“Maybe we could relax? I’ve had research video meetings the last two nights, so I haven’t really been up for the late night stuff. And I’m just barely up for the morning stuff.”

“Hmm. What about the spa? I haven’t been there yet and it’s on my list.”

“The spa?” Yoori comes out with a mountain of waffles and rumpled-looking Taehyung and Hoseok behind her. “Yeah, let’s go to the spa!”

“Actually, I think Kook just wanted to—”

“I heard it’s actually pretty decent on this boat. They have a hot rock massage where all of the rocks look like the Tinman’s suit.”

“The Tinman,” Jungkook practically chokes.

“I think she means Iron Man,” Hoseok grins sleepily. “Anyway, I’m down for the spa thing too. Never too early to have a tiny lady go in on my thighs.”

“You’re literally so nasty,” Yoori glares back at him.

As your other friends bicker, you flash Jungkook an apologetic look. He shrugs because that’s easier than fighting it. He relishes the second plate of food you get for him and lets you feed him the bites in between kisses and mini-reapplications of sunscreen. It’s all the rest he gets that day. The spa is probably the least relaxing moment of his life.

He doesn’t even get to sit near you. Instead, he gets roped into the men’s section where Hoseok’s tiny lady goes too hard on his thighs and the resulting yelps make Jungkook’s ear drums pound. Taehyung falls asleep two minutes into the Iron Man hot rock massage and snores in a way that’s nearly identical to the 60 year old guests napping nearby.

You emerge from the women’s section with Yoori looking like you’d smell and feel like a rose petal. But Jungkook doesn’t ever find out if you do, because he’s being thrown right back into more “fun”. Somewhere in the back of his mind—between Black Widow meet and greet and the Ant-Man lunch show—he thinks that he would probably be having actual fun if he had some time to breathe. Although, he figures it’s enough to just breathe you in. He feels slightly less drained looking at your smiling face and wide eyes as a wild Hulk appears behind you at the pool after lunch, spraying you lighty with comically huge muscles and a comically tiny water gun.

“You’re not coming?”

Jungkook groans, partly out of guilt and partly out of exhaustion. It’s nearing 10:30 at night and you’re getting ready to go to the adult lounge again. This time it’s for all-things-Spiderman trivia and drinks. He wants to want to go. But he can’t find the strength. He figures too much sun and too much socialization is the answer.

“You’re not staying,” he counters as he does his best to sit up in bed. There’s a nice soft glow bleeding in from the giant picture window of the suite that looks onto the water and there’s some Loki pajamas calling his name. Your tight little dress is calling to him too. I’d look better on the floor, it says.

“I figured this would be a lot more lowkey than everything else we’ve done today. There’s no water and no noisy families. Or screaming Hoseoks.”

“You heard that earlier?”

“I did,” you grimace. “He must have really pissed off that masseuse.”

“I’m pretty sure he just talked with her like he talks normally.”

“Can’t fault her for that, then.”

There’s a beat of silence as you test the security of some strappy heels. Naturally your eyes wander from the shoes to your boyfriend. He’s tapping away at some emails on the ship’s slow wifi no doubt. If you couldn’t tell how tired he was from the slope of his shoulders and the bruise-like shadows under his eyes, the giant yawn he barely stifles is a giveaway.

“Maybe I could just—”

The door to your suite swings open, revealing Taehyung looking frightened in a silky peach button down as Yoori pinches Hoseok’s ear.

“You’re coming, right? Please tell me you’re coming.”

“She’s coming,” Jungkook pipes up from the bed. His eyes never leave the screen of the computer as he types away, but he blinks slow and long. Your heart aches a little.

Taehyung breathes out a sigh of relief and links arms with you. You get one last look at your exhausted boyfriend before you’re pulled out of the room entirely.

“Do you think they’ll even bother asking about the Garfield version?” Taehyung’s question shakes you out of your worry.

“Pfft, no.”

On the fourth day of the cruise, Jungkook is awakened earlier than he wants yet again. A large clap of thunder and the bolt of lightning flash from the other side of the window. He crawls quietly around your sleeping form and throws on his glasses. There’s heavy rain too—a sure sign that the pools and sundecks will be closed. Out of habit, he checks his email and sees a message from the ship coordinator.

Esteemed Guests,

As some of you may know, two performers at last night’s dinner show in House of Mouse theatre (Deck 5, room 6B) showed signs of a stomach bug during the performances. For the safety of the rest of the cast, staff, and guests, we will be postponing today’s shows to sanitize the performance rooms and allow the actors time to recover. Room service will still be available.

We know this is a large inconvenience, and to thank you for understanding, please check your trip accounts for a refund for today’s fares. Additionally...

Jungkook can’t help the fist pump and small hoot he lets out. The email gives him the same feeling he gets on those days when he wakes up hours before his alarm only to discover his professor had cancelled class for the day. With a skip in his step, he returns to bed.

When he wakes up hours later, it’s natural. You’re still spooned to him, still soft and warm and pliant in sleep. He runs the tip of his nose along your neck while the fog of sleep lifts. The smell of your soap and skin is warmed with sleep. The sniffing must tickle you, because you stir before arching against him in a morning stretch. He moves so he doesn’t get in the way of your swinging limbs and smiles to himself. It feels like it’s been forever since he last got to hold you like this without the threat of someone whisking you away.

“Morning,” your voice is gravelly from disuse. “What’s going on. What’s the plan?”

“There’s no plan.”

You’re still half asleep, but you have the social awareness to let your voice go high with incredulity. “No plan?”

“No plan. They sent an email.”

“Read it to me?”

He reads the formal apology while you turn in the covers so you can embrace him while you wake up. By the time he’s done reading, you’ve sat yourself up to look at his phone screen as well.

“Sounds good,” you chirp.

“Really? I would have thought you’d be disappointed about not having a packed day. You’ve been zooming around since we got on board.”

“Yeah, but this was supposed to be our time together. It’s only natural that your friends would tag along.”

“So they’re my friends now?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Only when they’re annoying.”

As if on cue, the front door sounds with knocking. Taehyung is the one who calls out about breakfast plans, but you know all three of them are out there. It’s almost a menacing thought.

“Your friends are here,” he groans. His head falls back onto his pillow defeatedly. They’re likely to burst in any second.

“Don’t worry.”

The sound dies down momentarily when Yoori mentions the extra keycard you gave her for emergencies. Hoseok and Taehyung continue to jiggle the door for sport while chatting idly. Meanwhile, you crawl underneath the sheets and re-emerge on Jungkook’s side of the bed. You look him over, as if searching for something. He’s about to ask what you’re looking for when you reach out and pinch both his cheeks suddenly. While he’s mid-yelp, you swoop in and nip at his lips. It’s quick but it was just harsh enough that his face looks blotchy and his mouth starts to swell.

He whines. “Is this because I called them your friends?”

“Just trust me,” you hiss before your hands disappear further down the sheets to tug off your own underwear and throw it towards the door.

A moment later, the door swings open to reveal Yoori, Hoseok, and Taehyung. Their smiles are bright until they take in the scene. Jungkook’s hair is a mess, his cheeks are flushed, and his mouth looks like it’s been lightly ravaged. Though you’re mostly covered with the sheets, the underwear that is very clearly not on your body and the way the sheets drape over your head as you lay between his knees tell a very convincing lie.

“I think I just caught that stomach bug.” Yoori says lightly, still smiling. Hoseok peers behind her, looking mildly interested.

“I hate it when I remember they have sex with eachother,” Taehyung buries his face in his friend’s shoulder looking mortified as Yoori slowly closes the door.

“Yeah, it’s kind of like walking in on your aunt and uncle doing it. But, like, 12 times worse.”

Jungkook basks in the new silence for a few moments before it’s replaced with the rustle of sheets.

“What are you doing” he trails off to a whisper as you tug the waistband of his underwear down. Your hands still.

“You don’t want to have boat sex?”

“No, no, I do. I wanna have boat sex.”

He nods intensely and you laugh at how earnest he still is. Jungkook’s cheeks flare up, now doubly red from quiet excitement.

“Guess I should have just proposed this, huh?”

“Yeah,” you hum thoughtfully while moving on your knees to straddle his hips. “I can't see how this would have ruined anyone’s fun.”

“I can think of a couple people’s fun we just ruined.”

“I really meant my fun. Speaking of which,” you settle onto his lap and begin to grind.

He shudders, head falling forward with a sigh. This, he thinks, is the real happiest place on earth.

#changeswithluv #networkbangtan #btswriters #bangtan bookclub #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #honestly not sure where this title came from but who cares i guess

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chanswavyhair · 4 years

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filter | hwang hyunjin

warning: some cursing, fem!reader, too much fluff akshka.

a/n: this is my first time writing a fic and not a timestamp so,,, i hope it’s not very bad. this was kinda inspired by bts jimin’s filter but jagsjh,, anyways hope you enjoy it!!

you were in trouble

like,,, you were usually in trouble but THIS ONE WAS BIG

so you basically agreed with your parents that you would attend some ball ???

and with your boyfriend as your plus one ?????

well to start off you didn’t have a boyfriend and you didn’t even know why did you just say that HSJAKAH

you could do many things, but backing off and hurting your pride WAS NOT ON YOUR LIST

so now you had to find a boyfriend in like a month and half

i mean... you could ask jisung or felix, but you knew how uncomfortable they felt with your richies

also they didn’t give off the rich, classy and charming boyfriend look

well,, your friends were really handsome but not the type of handsome high society liked

but anyways that’s a problem for the future Y/N because we ain’t getting distracted at chemistry !! your grades were NOT falling

yeah you were living the rich and perfect y/n life

anyways in fact you were pretty annoying HSJSJD

you got very !! stressed !! when things were out of your control

there were only a few <lovely3 people who truly knew you and stood you, and they were jilix and your sis ryujin

(who invited her bestie daehwi, but he was rich too so he had no prob)

like,,, you usually hung out with your sis’ friends, but you weren’t THAT close

and for jisung and felix’s friends,,,,, it was weird when they weren’t all together

and that’s how jisung had the dumbest idea ever, and he’s had A LOT

like that one time he convinced you to let him dye your hair (you ended up looking like a light bulb)

or when you shaved his legs (WORST EXPERIENCE EVER YOU ALMOST GO DEAF but it was kinda fun)

anyways he just let out “why don’t you tell hyunjin? you know he does this weird thing of getting paid for acting as a boyfriend”

“what the FUCK JISUNG i am NOT paying hyunjin to act as my BOYFRIEND”

and,,, guess who heard you freaking out

nope not hyunjin but your sis ryujin

and her friend yeji

who hapepened to be hyunjin’s cousin

so yeah she told him and he went ($ ‿ $✧)

now he’s been “AnAlyZInG” you for some days

and you were too busy thinking about your problem to notice it

so he decided to make a move, as you didn’t

“hey Y/N... somebody told me about your problem”

huh?

HUH??

“uh, what do you mean?”

“i know you need someone to be your supposed boyfriend in some ball”

lol it actually sounded really lame

THAT’S WHY YOU ONLY TRUSTED T H R E E PEOPLE

“wait— what do you mean???”

“well, i could help you and act as your boyfriend. i’m feeling generous, so i will lower the usual tax. which version do you want? cute? prince char—”

the fuck no, you weren’t that PATHETIC

“i’m sorry, but i don’t want your help. thank you anyways”

,,,,,,in that moment it turned to something personal to hyunjin

who wouldn’t want to be his girlfriend???? at least if it’s just for a night????

and that’s how he started to be such a gentleman to you, to smile at you everytime you locked eyes, to initiate skinship

you knew he had ulterior moves, so you were irritated by him

but he was actually way more charming that you thought,,,,,,

HE WAITED FOR YOU AT YOUR LOCKER EVERY MORNING JUST TO GREET YOU

“’morning Y/N, looking fine today. how are you feeling? good?”

you were literally on a big ass sweater, but the bags in your eyes were even bigger

“hyunjin it’s too early and i’ve barely slept so please leave me alone—”

“oh, that’s no good,, should i call you tonight to make sure you fall asleep?. anyways, i’ll see you in english class. don’t forget we had homework!”

and,,, he always shared his food whenever you forgot yours,,,,,

he proved himself to be more than a cute face

he tried to help you whenever he noticed you were struggling to understand anything

and one out of five words he said were just him flirting

you eventually started not minding him being around you everyday

and then soome time after that,,, your heart ??? suddenly started to do weird things ??? when he was close to you ???

you MAYHAPS had a little crush on him

BUT IT WAS NOTHING SERIOUS HE WAS JUST TOO CUTE WHENEVER HIS DIMPLES SHOWED

or when HIS EYES WENT,,, (◠‿◠✿)

but you did NOT like him, right?

RIGHT???

he just treated you so well ಥ⌣ಥ

well lucky for you because this boy was also confused as fuck

since when have you been covering you beautiful smile when you laughed???

he honestly just wanted to put your hands down and tickle attack you

but that was just because he was getting into his role right??

RIGHT?????

anyways things got even worse for your weak heart when you saw him at you favorite cafe, studying, looking just TOO GOOD TO BE REAL

and then,,,, you two started to go studying there every evening

at some point he even started ordering your usual comand before you came

and,,, when you found yourself getting distracted by hyunjin’s cute mole under his eye by the 4th time you started to think that...

you maybe...... liked him ????

like... YOU liked HIM ??????

WHAT THE FUCK Y/N

“i have finished all my assignments. how about you?”

“i- i still have lots to do. you should go first or it will get late— ”

“and that’s why i’m staying. you shouldn’t go home alone it’s dark, i’ll walk you, if you don’t mind. and don’t worry, i don’t have anything to do now”

.......

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

you liked him A LOT

but you knew he was just being this nice so he could prove that you should hire him

which was not happening, as if wasn’t enough to fall for this boy :(

the thing is

he had forgotten about that weeks ago when his feelings grew bigger

he didn’t understand what he felt, but he knew he felt insanely good when you were around him

like whenever he told you he felt he was going to fail an exam you looked at him in some kind of way

he didn’t understand how or why, but he felt like whatever was worrying him didn’t matter anymore

and everything he wanted to talk, see, or think of was you

anyways he started to walk you home whenever he got the chance

this one day,,, you weren’t going to the cafe because you had things to do at home

but he insisted to walk you

so he was waiting for you in the hall

then he saw you at your locker talking with some random boy who was quite close to you

his heart went :(

but then he realized you were not exactly happy ??

“look, yeonsung, i already told you that i won’t tutor you. please leave me alone”

“no, Y/N you don’t understand, you HAVE to. we are meant to be, and if you won’t accept my dates at least help me with school stuff. it’s not that hard.” he grabbed your arm.

“yeonsung, no. let me go” you tried to pull, but he wouldn’t release you.

enough bullshit

“hey, i think you’ve heard her. she doesn’t want anything to do with you, so you’d better stop bothering Y/N. i’m not as polite as her”

“who the fuck are you? oh, little Y/N you’ve got some dickhead as your boyfriend? i’m much better than that. if only you fucking let me-”

ok so hyunjin’s blood has been burning for some time now but when he PUT HIS HANDS ON YOUR WAIST-

wait

did he

(・о・)(・о・)(・о・)(・о・)

DID HYUNJIN JUST CRASHED HIM INTO THE LOCKERS

“listen here, you asshole. if you dare to touch a single strand of her again i’ll fucking show you myself how to keep your hands down. understood?”

“un- understood”

“you’d better have” he pressed him a bit more before he let him fall on his feet

“let’s go away” hyunjin grabbed your hand

Y/N.exe has stopped working

hyunjin..... threatened this guy..... because he was harassing you

which was kinda hot btw ????

Y/N FOCUS

“hyunjin you didn’t have to-”

“don’t tell i didn’t have to because i made my best effort not to break his fucking nose.”

(๑ ● o ● ๑)

wow

he was really mad

“hyunjin-”

“Y/N, i know you are probably angry at me and that you want me to mind my own business, but i swear i-”

“HYUNJIN”

Y/N since WHEN did you have the GUTS to cup his face ?????

he went silent

“hey, calm down, ok? i’m not mad at you, this guy has been asking me weird things for some time now so i guess you just helped me to end it. i’m fine, yeah? calm down.”

you realized you were still holding his face so you were about to take them off but

HHHHhhhHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhHHHHHhhhh

HWANG HYUNJIN

WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU DUMMY

he put his hand ON your hands

why was he POUTING

“why didn’t you tell me? or anyone? he could have done anything worse if i hadn’t been there and Y/N, i honestly don- i don’t know what would i do if someone hurt you”

WHY WERE HIS EYES LOOKING AT YOU THAT WAY

(◕︵◕) INTENSIFIES

YOUR HEART WENT HHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhHHHhhhhhhhH

AND YOUR FACE WAS GOING TO COMBUST AT ANY MOMENT

“it- it’s okay. let’s just forget it. come on, i have to go home”

“wait let me- please, let me hold you for a minute”

he DEADASS HUGGED YOU

AND

BURIED

HIS

FACE

YOUR

HAIR ???????

HWANG HYUNJIN YOU ARE FUCKING RUINING THIS POOR GIRL’S HEART

“you smell really good. i wish i could stay like this for a bit longer... but it’s okay. anyways, let’s go”

you can imagine how HARD ryujin laughed at you when you told her you thought you had forgotten how to breathe

“Y/N YOU MORON, YOU DIDN’T JUST STAYED THERE STILL, PLEASE TELL ME YOU DIDN’T”

“i HATE U STOP LAUGHING AT ME—”

“OR ELSE WHAT YOU’LL TELL HYUNJIN TO BREAK MY NOSE?”

yeah she was crying out of laughter

but anyways you two stopped shouting when your mother entered the room

“kids, have you already invited someone to the ball? it’s just week and half apart”

O SHIT

THE BALL

so now you were disturbing felix and jisung again with it

“Y/N just ASK HYUNJIN”

“ i CAN’T BECAUSE I ALREADY TOLD HIM THAT I WOULDN’T PAY HIM”

“Y/N,,,,,,,, has it ever crossed your mind that you two act just like a couple?”

(?・・)

“felix what do you mean he doesn’t like me and-”

“hi guys! hi Y/N.” he smiled at you with his whole heart and patted your hair “can you go today to the cafe? i don’t have much to study today, but we can go if you want to. i mean,, if you don’t want to it’s fine, i’ll just walk you home from here, if that’s cool with you.”

felix gave you that look

like the one he gave you when he was right

which was a bit usual because socializing wasn’t your best trait

but hyunjin didn’t like you, did he????

he was... he was just acting

as much as it hurt you, that was the truth

and in order to protect yourself... you should stop it

u MASOCHIST <(｀^´)>

“i think i’ll just go alone. don’t wait for me, it’s fine.”

you lost your appetite with just saying that

and hyunjin was like ????

you could see your two other boys-

Y/N! hyunjin is not your boy so stop it

anyways, jisung and felix were really confused too

well it was actually jisung because felix was more like DONE with your bullshit

you just went back to your classes and then, you went home

has routine been always this boring?

you couldn’t help but smile when you saw that hyunjin sent you a message asking about what where you doing tomorrow

but then you remembered you couldn’t let this hurt you anymore

so you said you were really busy at home and turned your phone off

“Y/N are you, okay?” ryujin said

“yeah, i am. why wouldn’t i be?”

“you don’t have to lie to me, sis. majorly because you can’t. talk to me, Y/N, tell me what’s wrong” she laughed softly

“i am... i am cutting off any relation with hyunjin.”

“what? why? you guys seemed to be getting along really well. i thought you liked him...”

“that’s why, ryu. i like him way too much. before he started talking to me, he told me to hire him to act as my boyfriend in the ball. he’s been trying to prove it, and i don’t want to fall deeper. i don’t know why did i let myself trust him, when i knew this from the first moment. i just don’t know why.

:(((( you started crying, and ryujin hugged you

“i don’t... i don’t think hyunjin is such a bad person to go this far with that thing of wanting you to hire him... but if you think that’s the best, then i’ll support your decision. we can sit in another table tomorrow. you know, just the girls, you and me. okay?”

you nodded into her embrace, trying to stop sobbing.

“okay”

so you started to avoid him as much as you could

and it was eventually making him crazy

well,,, he had been coping with whOle week without you

until he just exploded

“guys, i don’t understand. everything was going really good, and then she started to treat me as cold as fuck. and i don’t get what did i do to deserve this.” he complained to his boys

he was really disappointed

because he knew he felt different to what he had ever felt before with you

he thought he was learning to fall in love, to stop worrying just about him and his friends

“am i not enough? have i bored her? or have i pressured her? i’m going crazy because i don’t even know why do i feel like this”

(ಥ⌣ಥ)

“hyunjin you like her is pretty easy actually”

did minho just

DID LEE FUCKING MINHO JUST

“what????? i’d never had something like that for anyone. it’s true things are different with her but—”

“when was the last time you did that fake dating thing?” chan asked

“well... like a month? i was busy”

“busy with what you genius”

seungmin don’t cross the line

“i... i was spending time with Y/N”

was this boy the same hwang hyunjin from a month before???

“omfg guys i think i like her but like a lot”

“dumbass that’s exactly what we are saying”

poor jeongin got slightly hit buy the so called dumbass :(

“but this doesn’t have anything to do with why she’s been dodging me like bullets??”

they all looked to felix and jisung, expecting they would know anything

“to be honest... i‘m not sure. she hasn’t told us anything” jisung said.

“well, the last time we talked about you we told her to ask you to go with her to her parents’ ball, and then i told her that you two already looked like a couple” felix said

then felix went

（・□・；）

“oh... so she doesn’t like me...”

hyunjin felt like the whole world was going down

there was this thing burning on his chest, a thing that he thought he could only feel for his friends or family

but then, you showed him he was wrong, again

“wait- i think i’ve connected the two dots— ” jisung said, but lix interrumped him

“no, you didn’t connect shit. i get it now. hyunjin, she thinks that you’ve been acting all the time to prove you should go with her to the ball. that’s why she’s avoiding you, because she thinks you just tried to play her” felix said

hyunjin’s heart broke a bit more when he processed felix’s words

(╥_╥) (╥_╥) (╥_╥) (╥_╥)

he... he hurt you

and really bad

“oh god, i’m so fucking stupid. what do i do know? she hates me!”

“ugh, go get your girl you dumbass!” changbin said

hyunjin suddenly started working again, and rushed off while calling someone.

so yeah back with u lil creature

you were doing homework, but you couldn’t focus

so you went to the kitchen to grab some snacks

and then your phone ringed

“ryujin?” you answered

“yeah. i’m at daehwi’s and i forgot to take a jacket. i will be passing be there in his car in like... 15 minutes. could you give me the versace one?”

“the colorful one or the leather one? ” you asked with your mouth full of a chocolate cookie

ryujin felt relief

“the leather one”

“okay. but weren’t you studying in the library for a physics exam?”

o shit

“i just went to his house! to study together! anyways! see you later! sis!”

????? weird

anyways you finished your math homework, and when you realized, you just got a message from her saying she was outside

so you got her jacket and opened the door in order to look for daehwi’s car

oh hyunjin’s there

cool

WAIT WHAT

you slammed the door in his face

then you realized THAT WAS WAY WORSE

“OMG I’M SORRY”

“can you open please?” he said from outside

you really missed his deep and soothing voice

“i- well- yes”

you opened the door, not being able to look directly at him

“can we talk? just give me five minutes, and if you still hate me after that i’ll just stop bothering you”

“i don’t hate you, and you- you aren’t bothering me”

“well... this past days it didn’t look like that. more like, exactly the opposite”

you went silent because you had literally no excuse

“are you mad?” he said

“why would i?”

“i don’t know either, that’s why i’m asking. i mean, it’s not like you’ve been avoiding me for days, not answering a single message or call. that’s all”

touché

“are you mad?”

you knew he should be, you deeply hoped he wouldn’t

“Y/N, i know you thought i was playing with you”

“wait- you weren’t?”

“oh god. i really told you i didn’t know what would i do if anyone hurt you, so why would i?”

“i thought... you were trying to prove i should have payed you to go to the ball...” you quietly said

but you looked at him when you heard him sobbing softly

“Y/N, you are the first person i’ve ever fallen for. i’ve been with plenty of people, and no one had ever make me fall like this. i don’t know why am i even crying in front of you, all i know is that i really, really like you”

your eyes were wider than the pacific ocean

HWANG HYUNJIN

HWANG HYUNJIN LIKED YOU BACK??????

LIKE,,,,, FORREAL?????

“i know you probably still hate me but please... if you at least gave me a chance for still being friends...”

“hyunjin”

GO AHEAD GURL

“what?” he stopped sobbing

“hyunjin, i like you too”

you didn’t even know what was happening, but you knew your mouth kept talking

“wait, you do???”

“hyunjin, i- i was avoiding you because i didn’t want to fall harder”

you were still malfunctioning

then you saw him getting closer to you

“can i,, like,,, kiss you?”

WHAT THE FUCK Y/N YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT

but his lips looked so soft HHHHHHhHhhhhhhHHhHHHHHhhhHH

he didn’t answer you

well at least not verbally

boi just WENT FOR IT

you thought you wouldn’t mind if you died there

his lips were even softer than they looked

was that like paradise felt?

but then,,,

“WELL GUYS I GUESS YOU TWO MADE UP HAHA COOL”

you two separated immediatly

“RYUJIN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU”

you, alias, tomato 1 said

“well i guess you two have to look for some clothes for the ball because there are only three days left, so go make out in another place but not in the porch. i don’t want to see hyunjin eating your face when i get home”

hyunjin, alias, tomato 2 intensified

“just,,, leave okay?”

you two lovebirds went for a walk, without a specific direction

you couldn’t be any more embarrassed

“can i call you my girlfriend?” he said

“i- yes”

THEN HE HELD YOUR HAND (ㄒoㄒ)

can you two get any cuter omg

“let’s go to the mall to look for some fancy clothes for my cute girlfriend and me and then make out when we get back”

“ ?????? HYUNJIN HHHHHHHHH STOP”

“n e v e r”

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limjaeseven · 3 years

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The Boyfriend Dilemma

Pairing: Jaebeom X Jinyoung

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,896

Warning(s): JJP being cute as hell, fake dating!au

Summary: Jinyoung had lied to his mum about having a boyfriend. What does he do when she asks him to bring said boyfriend over for Christmas dinner?

[a/n]: I know I’m a bit late but here it is, this fic was lots of fun to write so I hope you enjoy it! Written for @ksmutclub‘s ‘Under the Mistletoe’ project.

Christmas Eve was usually a calm night in for Jinyoung, spent curled on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a good book. That was until his mother called him, asking him to come for dinner on Christmas with his boyfriend. He was eternally grateful that his mother couldn’t see the way he cringed on the other side of the line as she mentioned his love life. You see, there was a small issue, Jinyoung didn’t really have a boyfriend.

Jinyoung’s mother had always wanted Jinyoung to find a good man and settle down, having come to terms with her son’s attraction towards men a long time ago, she just hated the idea of her son being lonely, without someone to look after him. The thought wasn’t unfounded, Jinyoung was known to work late nights, get little to no sleep and go for days without bothering to eat properly. His mother only knew of one out of the four incidents on Jinyoung ending up in the hospital due to exhaustion after he had left home for college.

She kept asking him if he had found anyone, setting him up for dates with her friends’ sons when he graduated college without having been in a relationship even once. It wasn’t even like Jinyoung wasn’t interested in being in a relationship or guys weren’t into him, he just hadn’t found the one for him and regardless of whether he sounded childish or not, he hoped to find true love, or at least a man who he would want to spend the rest of his life with.

After four years of constant nagging and pretty bad dates, Jinyoung finally decided he was done with all the nagging and lied to his mum about being in a relationship. He was smart enough to not reveal too many details about his imaginary boyfriend, because he knew eventually his mum would ask him to bring the boy home and he would have to strategically plan a fake breakup before that but he didn’t expect her to call him over for Christmas, since his parents were usually working through the holiday.

“But Jinyoung, your dad and I took a day off just so we could meet your new boyfriend, we thought Christmas would be the one opportunity where you both would be off from work and could drive over” And despite how hard he tried, his mum didn’t let up. He couldn’t fake a breakup, he had just told her that his relationship was going strong a week prior, which meant he would either have to come clean to his mom or try something else.

Jinyoung would have scoffed at the idea of hiring a date, he actually had once when he saw an ad for what was basically an escort service disguised as a date-for-hire app on TV. Little did he know that not months after that ordeal he would be sitting on his bed on Christmas Eve, looking through a catalogue of good looking men, trying to pick one to be his fake boyfriend to appease his mum.

The options weren’t bad, there were a few men there he felt genuinely attracted to, but they were all either too nerdy or too bad boy looking for what he had described to his mum. Unfortunately, Jinyoung had gotten a bit too carried off by his description of his fake boyfriend and had described more of his dream man, one Jinyoung knew he would never find, to his mum.

That was till his eyes landed on the name ‘Lim Jaebeom’ accompanied by the photo of a man pulled right out of his wet dreams. He had long, black hair that brushed his shoulders, dressed in a designer suit with a face to match. His eyes were alluring, the two moles above his left eye too perfect to be real. Jinyoung pinched his arm, wincing at both the pain and the realisation that he was not, in fact, dreaming.

Clicking through to his profile, Jinyoung read through the man’s likes and hobbies listed and wondered if he was high, because it felt like the man he had described to his mum had been brought to life. The rates were low enough for Jinyoung to be able to afford the man for a night, and even though he couldn’t believe that he was hiring a ‘date’, one look at Jaebeom’s photo made him forget all those thoughts, and all that filled him was the anticipation.

Once he made his payment, he was given the option to chat with Jaebeom in order to discuss the date. Clicking the link he was provided, he stared at the text box for ten minutes before sending a ‘hey’, his hands shaking as he saw the word ‘typing’ linger at the bottom of the screen.

Jaebeom: Hey Jinyoung, how can I help you?

Jinyoung: So, this is kinda embarrassing but I lied to my mum about having a boyfriend and now she’s asked me to bring him home for Christmas dinner so I panicked and hired you to be my fake boyfriend for a night :/

Jaebeom: Don’t worry Jinyoung, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to be someone’s fake boyfriend, we should quickly go over what you’ve already told your mum about your ‘boyfriend’ first and work from there

Jinyoung: This is super weird but like somehow everything I told her about ‘him’ was listed in your likes and hobbies, like a love for music and cats. All I told her is I met ‘him’, or in this case you, at a café where you worked, you wrote your number on my cup and I texted you and we started dating

Jaebeom: Okay, at least I don’t have to pretend like I know anything about stock markets or something

Jinyoung: You’ve had to do that before?

Jaebeom: Oh yeah, some girls I’ve accompanied lied about dating a rich CEO and I had to borrow my friend’s Gucci suit for it, that was interesting

Jinyoung: Sounds like it

Jaebeom: Is there anything else I should know?

Jinyoung: Beware of my mum, she will ask a lot of questions, just go with the flow. Also wear an ugly sweater, my mum is big on Christmas traditions

Jaebeom: I don’t think I have any ugly sweaters, I’ll have to get one. How about I get us a matching pair? She might like that

Jinyoung: You are a genius Jaebeom, I’ll pay you for the sweater, just come here by 6pm so that I have enough time to get ready and we can drive over to my parents’ in time

Jaebeom: Will do, also don’t worry about paying, that’s on me

Jinyoung: But

Jaebeom: No buts, it’s getting late, you should sleep some, we can discuss any other details tomorrow

Jinyoung: Okay fine, good night Jaebeom

Jaebeom: Good night Jinyoung

It was past noon when Jinyoung woke up the next day, his brain deciding to oversleep on the one day he would have liked to wake up early and get ready properly. Jinyoung managed to get out of bed in time for lunch, taking a long bath in preparation for dinner, mentally preparing himself for what was about to come.

Jaebeom had texted him in the morning, asking for his address, which Jinyoung sent him, accompanied by an apology for his delayed response. They texted back and forth for a bit, engaging in normal small talk before Jaebeom signed off to head to the mall to buy the aforementioned sweaters.

At precisely six o’clock, Jinyoung’s doorbell rang, revealing a man about a thousand times more gorgeous than the photo Jinyoung had seen on the app, standing at his doorstep. He swallowed visibly, his throat suddenly parched, as Jaebeom stood there, dressed in a pair of black trousers, a white t-shirt and a long, brown coat, holding a bag in his hand.

“Come in” Jinyoung said, barely managing not to stutter, as he welcomed Jaebeom inside his apartment. Somewhere in the back of his mind was a voice calling him dumb to allow a stranger inside his house but something about Jaebeom just pulled Jinyoung in and clouded his judgement. Jaebeom slipped off his oxfords, extending the cover in his hand to Jinyoung as he settled down on the couch. Confused for a moment, Jinyoung quickly realised that the bag probably contained the sweaters Jaebeom had been tasked to buy.

“I said UGLY Christmas sweaters, not cat sweaters, we can NOT wear these.” Jinyoung exclaimed in horror as he examined the pastel blue and pink coloured sweaters the man had bought, adorned with large cats and the words ‘Meowy Christmas’ in calligraphy font on the front. Jaebeom smiled sheepishly as he got up from his seat and made his way to Jinyoung, grabbing the blue sweater from his left hand.

“They didn’t have any ugly sweaters at the mall that I actually liked, and these were too cute to say no to” Jaebeom made his best puppy eyes at Jinyoung, causing the younger to groan.

“I can’t believe this, my sisters will not let me live this down” Jaebeom just pouted, taking off his coat to pull the sweater over his head. Jinyoung would be lying if he said he didn’t ogle at Jaebeom’s biceps flexing as he changed his clothing. When caught staring by Jaebeom, he promptly turned around, clutching the garment in his hand to his chest and running inside to put it on, but mostly to calm his beating heart down.

Jaebeom was unnecessarily attractive, and that was not good for Jinyoung’s heart because he didn’t want to develop a crush on a dude he paid to spend the night with, even though Jinyoung knew it was too late, he had already formed a soft spot for the man’s warm smile and adorable pout. Pulling on the pink sweater, Jinyoung checked himself out in his bedroom mirror, admitting to himself that it actually looked rather cute on him.

“Shall we get going?” Jinyoung asked as he stepped back out into the living room, to which Jaebeom nodded, grabbing his car keys and walking Jinyoung out of his apartment. The two settled into Jaebeom’s car, Jinyoung feeding his parents’ address into the GPS system in Jaebeom’s car to guide them to their destination.

“So, any nicknames or that sort of thing you want to talk about, you know, to convince your parents that we actually know each other and didn’t meet each other for the first time like half an hour ago?” Jaebeom turned to Jinyoung just to guage his reaction before turning back to the road.

“Well the website said you were born in jan 1994, meaning you’re older than me, so how about hyung?” Jaebeom nodded, thinking for a moment before replying.

“Hyung is fine with me, what about you? Are you comfortable with Jinyoung-ah or would you want something more cutesy like Jinyoungie or Nyoungie?”

“Honestly I’m fine with anything, like I said, go with the flow. I haven’t told my mum enough for most anything for you to say to sound too suspicious. Just be yourself, your profile said you like music, talk about that, maybe” They talked a bit about themselves for the rest of the drive, sharing crucial information required to make it look like they know each other well.

Jinyoung sighed as he stood in front of his parents’ house, the reality of the situation finally hitting him. Sensing Jinyoung’s discomfort, Jaebeom offered the boy a warm smile, waiting for him to ring the bell to alert Jinyoung’s parents of their arrival. After five minutes of Jinyoung trying to calm himself down, he finally mustered enough courage to reach over to press the doorbell.

“Oh Jinyoungie, you’re finally here! Come in, come in” Jinyoung’s mother greeted them, welcoming them inside their house. Jaebeom looked around for a moment, admiring the classy furniture of the house covered in brightly coloured tinsel and other Christmassy accoutrement.

“Mom this is Jaebeom, my boyfriend” Jinyoung signalled to his mother, who smiled at Jaebeom, wrapping him in a warm hug. She dragged them to the living room, sitting them down on the couch before calling Jinyoung’s father and sisters from the kitchen to join them.

“Nice sweater, Nyoung” Jinyoung’s elder sister snickered, causing Jinyoung to hit her arm lightly before turning to his mom.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Jaebeom. I was worried our Jinyoungie would never find himself a man, but now that you’re here I feel relieved that he finally has someone in his life”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mrs Park. Jinyoung talks a lot about you”

“Oh please, no need for the formalities, call me mom. I’m sure he talks about how I nag him all the time, doesn’t he” Jaebeom chuckled as the loud groan from Jinyoung’s end.

“Absolutely not, he talks about how much he loves you, he knows you worry about him” Jinyoung’s mom smiled at that, reaching ruffle her hand through her son’s hair.

“So how long have you two been dating?” Jinyoung’s oldest sister asked.

“Three months”

“Four months”

Jinyoung and Jaebeom said at the same time, causing a look of confusion to cross over Jinyoung’s family’s face. Before Jinyoung could come up with a lame excuse, Jaebeom placed his warm hand reassuringly on Jinyoung’s thigh and addressed his parents.

“We went out together for the first time four months ago, which I thought was a date but Jinyoung thought was us just ‘getting to know each other’. According to him we only started dating three months ago, it’s something we fight about all the time”

“That sounds like my son, oblivious and stubborn” Jinyoung’s father commented.

The rest of the night went by pretty smoothly, a few slips here and there covered up quickly by Jaebeom. They sat next to each other at the dinner table, Jaebeom’s hand resting on Jinyoung’s thigh throughout, as a way to reassure the younger that Jaebeom was here for him.

“It’s time for the mistletoe photos, this is the first time I’ll get one of Jinyoung kissing his boyfriend!” Jinyoung stiffened, as he turned to Jaebeom, realising that he would have to kiss the elder. Squeezing the elder to signal his apology, Jinyoung guided the elder to where the mistletoe had been hung in the living room, Jinyoung’s father bringing out the old polaroid camera to click a picture. Jinyoung stood there for a moment, too nervous to actually kiss the elder, till Jaebeom gave in, placing his hands on either side of Jinyoung’s face and placing a chaste kiss on the younger’s lips.

It was like a lightning bolt had hit Jinyoung, a shiver ran down his spine at the touch of just their lips, causing him to chase Jaebeom’s lips as they split from his own. Jinyoung’s father handed them one of the two photos he clicked, the other going straight to Jinyoung’s mother’s collection.

By the end of the night, they were all happy and exhausted. Jinyoung didn’t want to leave but he reluctantly let go of his mom because he had to go to work the next morning and Jaebeom probably had work too. Just as they were about to leave, Jinyoung’s mother pulled him aside to talk to him privately.

“You know, Jaebeom is a pretty nice boy, I like him a lot”

“I’m glad you like him mom, I like him too”

“If you do you should actually ask him out”

“What!?”

“You think I wouldn’t know when my son was lying to me? He looks at you like I look like your dad Nyoung, I’m pretty sure you both barely know each other but I think you should give him a shot if he’s interested, you two seem perfect for each other” Jinyoung merely groaned and hid his face in his palms as he lamented at his unsuccessful attempt to fool his mum. He did agree with her though, he would like to actually go out with Jaebeom, hopefully with Jinyoung paying for his meal instead of his time. Promising to call her soon, Jinyoung grabbed a hold of Jaebeom’s hand, guiding him to the car.

The drive back home was quite, comfortably so. Jinyoung looked out the window, thinking back on the few hours he had spent with Jaebeom and the many more he wants to spend with him. When they arrived back at Jinyoung’s place, the younger looked over at Jaebeom, before closing his eyes and leaning in. Half expecting to be rejected, Jinyoung jumped when Jaebeom’s lips met his halfway, and they shared a sweet kiss.

“Will I see you again?” Jaebeom asked, and Jinyoung reached over for Jaebeom’s arm, one of his hands digging through his pocket for the pen he always carried around. After scribbling on his number onto his arm along with a few hearts, Jinyoung stepped out of the car, turning around to bid his farewell.

“I do charge for dates though” Jaebeom added, making Jinyoung’s face fall suddenly.

“Ten kisses for every hour” Jinyoung smiled at Jaebeom’s bad joke, his face lighting up once more as he waved at Jaebeom, the elder sending him a flying kiss before driving off. Jinyoung went to sleep with a smile on his face. His lie had after everything, turned into a hopeful tomorrow for Jinyoung.

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nishimochas · 3 years

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new tag game, maybe? but uwu, i've noticed a lot of you guys aren't doing so well lately so aaaa, i thought this would be a cute game to try with u guys 🥺

we're gonna call this tag thirteen reasons why i love you. so all you'll have to do is list down thirteen habits or traits of yours that would likely be/you'd want to be emphasized by a work of fiction, answering the question "why do i love me, and why should you?"

you can go absolutely ham with it! be as self-indulgent as you'd like! you'll have thirteen reasons why you should romanticize yourself (and honestly? you have every right to 😔✊🏻 life is already so boring, you have every reason to make it as dreamy and picturesque as you want it). following the format "why? because...", write as many as you'd like – past thirteen, even, if you want to!

this is for the days when you feel as though life can't get any worse, when you feel like you're worthless or you're not beautiful enough, or when you simply just need a reminder of how amazing you are as an individual. let's all write cute things about ourselves like we're our lovers and be totally shameless about it 💕 i'll start!

🌼 `` why? because of the way i absorb so many things you'll tell me, even if you just casually mention it, because i love paying attention to you.

🌼 `` why? because i coo at babies when they pass by, say hi to dogs and cats on the street, spray water on plants beside the road and give bugs to stray lizards in my house.

🌼 `` why? because i will sing you to sleep, write songs and poems that remind me of you, liken you to a wonder of nature and make you my muse with everything i write.

🌼 `` why? because i give amazing hugs and i'll let you nap on me when you're tired.

🌼 `` why? because i'll braid your hair for you, pick our outfits together, do your makeup and take the cutest pictures of us.

🌼 `` why? because i will cry over the smallest things, but never when you clown me because i'll definitely clown you back. i'll probably ask you for tissues when we watch movies and i'm on the floor sobbing, but just a hug would be fine.

🌼 `` why? because i can't help but go into a tangent consistently over the things i love (you included). rest assured i'll be listening to you too when you blabber about your own interests.

🌼 `` why? because i can't ever treat inanimate objects like they don't have feelings. spoiler alert: when you pop a bubble on a bubble wrap and two of them pop at the same time, they're soulmates.

🌼 `` why? because my synesthesia will paint your name in the most beautiful of shades and it'll be all i see when i think of you. i'll send you pictures and memes of things that remind me of you, especially if i know your chart.

🌼 `` why? because i have seven moles on my face you can plant kisses on, a dip in my waist you can sling your arm around, and soft hair you can comb and play with.

🌼 `` why? because i'll throw you a surprise party on your birthday because i want you to feel like you're important, becsuse you are.

🌼 `` why? because i'll make you gift boxes filled with things you like, things that remind me of you and things you've always wanted – tons od letters, treats, movie tickets, polaroids, your favorite snack, playlists, a perfume pad of my scent you happen to really like, everything. and i'll constantly keep giving you small things like these.

🌼 `` why? because i love you. so much, possibly too much for words and i will always, always love you under any time or circumstance. because i'll always be here when you're in need of company, help, a shoulder to lean on or a friend to laugh with. whatever you need, i'll be here for you, always.

and lastly, tag seven people! i'm tagging @jakeysim @jay-ke @hoonsiceprincess @hooniecore @eeunoia @angeljungwon @yeonjuwu and everyone else who'd like to do it!

#– misc #i really hope this helps brighten up your days :((#it can be something to come back to whenever you feel down uwu

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kyoties · 5 years

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Okay okay let me put this here for reference (more for myself lol) so Horikoshi hasn't given us a real canon age for All Might but he's GOTTA be in his forties like 42-45. Sakura is 30 when Class 1-A comes into the picture. She was doing hero work since she graduated so for twelve years that's ALL she did! UA offered her job there like All Might and she accepted. She teaches second-years in the Hero course.

Back when she was doing hero work, she’d sometimes team up with All Might. Like most, she thought he was super handsome and strong and just a really good guy. All Might had a HUGE crush on her, but dating was always on his not-to-do list because what if they found out what he really looked like? No person in their right mind would want any of that!!! So he would sneak around in his deflated form to her little fan clubs and ask for autographs. He was ALWAYS very nervous about doing this, but she never caught on that it was actually him. And he makes fun of Deku for being a fanboy -- the audacity of this bitch. The rest is below the cut

So they start working together. Aizawa can smell the awful stench of pining and gets fucking tired of this bullshit quickly. He confronts All Might about it. He, of course, denies this. Bitch, okay. Whatever. On most nights after school, staff go out to drink and have fun. By now, half of the staff knows about their ‘relationship’ because All Might is so fucking transparent with his crush. Sakura's oblivious to this. Probably too engrossed in her own feelings to really see that he would like her too.

Midnight joins forces with Aizawa and Present Mic and literally everyone else and flake on their plans so All Might and Sakura are alone in the bar by themselves. They do this often. But this doesn't do shit. All they do is talk about their hero work and praise each other which, in turn, makes it almost seem impossible to admit they have feelings for each other. Aizawa hates this because now all he hears in the breakroom are wistful sighs, sneaky glances, and terrible small-talk. He fucking hates it.

By now, news is getting around the school and 1-A wants to help. They are always inviting the two out even though there's no real reason behind it. After a while of doing this, Sakura asks them why they're always being invited out. And they're fucking kids so they say, 'Because we want to see you guys together! You're always flirting! You're a cute couple.'

"No, no. We are 'friends'." Sakura tries to brush this off. But how can she possibly stop herself from blushing???? About the idea???

And how fucking sad is it when teenagers are setting up your first date and you're feeling peer pressure from this bullshit? You're being pushed around by kids. They go out to eat and fucking 1-A are spying on them the entire time. All Might walks her home and that's the fucking end of it. She kisses his cheek and he's fucking dead. His fate is sealed. He’s in love.

Deku asks how the date went, but All Might's all tight-lipped. The bashful fuck. It went so well. They're going on another date -- without the audience this time.

I think I also need to mention that Sakura has no idea about All Might's condition at this time. He doesn't tell her at all. He's too self-conscious. Even Deku thinks this is a bad idea, but All Might decides that's a problem for future All Might.

After their third secret date, they both want to get serious and start officially dating as a couple. These cuties.

By now, they've been dating for three months. They're an older couple, so they're really putting down some serious matters. They already loved each other and it didn’t take long for them to say it to each other. It's been pining and crushes for so long it's hard not to catch those intense feelings, you know?

It's their date night, All Might just stopped a villain attack and runs to her place with a large bouquet and an apology. She gets it, though. They've both done that shit. During their dinner, she brings up marriage. It's a little early, she thinks, but it's okay. She's just having fun over the thought of it -- gushing and thinking dreamily on how great it would be to get married to her dream guy.

All Might does not take it well. He's so shocked that he deflates into his normal form. Sakura's just... ”What the fuck?” She grabs her broom and starts slapping him with it, thinking he's an impostor. He has to prove to her that he's the real deal.

"When's my birthday?" "March 28th."

"Do I like my showers hot or cold?"

"It depends on what part of your quirk you've used. If you haven't used it, you like them boiling hot."

"W-Where is my secret mole?!" "On your inner thigh near your--"

"That's enough!!"

She's mad. Justifiably. He thinks it's because she doesn't want someone that looks so pathetic and weak. All Might is very dumb when he assumes, but that’s just how he feels about himself. But he’s wrong. No, she's mad because he kept it from her. Like she'd give a fuck about him being super muscular or not-- he's still All Might to her, he'll always be. It's because he LIED to her . He didn't TRUST HER. And that hurts.

All Might's scared because he thought she'd be disgusted by how he looks. He confesses that he hates how he looks in this form. But it's his new 'normal'. This is how he's ALWAYS going to look and someday his powerful form won't ever happen again. He stands up from the table. He apologizes for lying to her and accepts that their relationship is over. He stands up to leave, but she stops him.

"I never said I didn't want to be with you."

"...What?"

"Don't get me wrong, though. I'm pissed off, but I'm not breaking up with you."

He's just... speechless. They sit down and talk. He tells her everything: About All-For-One, his condition, etc. This is his second chance and he's not taking it lightly. Sakura understands. She hugs him and tells him that she wants to be by his side in every possible way she can.

"Hey, why don't we do it now?"

"Do what?"

"Get married! Let's do it!"

All Might's sweating. Today's been a fucking roller coaster of emotions for him. Can his heart even handle this?

"I know it's been only a few months, but I'm not afraid of it. I want to be with you for the rest of my life!"

"But we can't book a venue at this time of night. Everything's closed. There's no way..." All Might’s wanted to marry her since forever. He’s liked her for a long time.

"It doesn't have to be here in Japan! What's the one trip we talked about taking?"

Hawaii. All Might loved it. “Okay, let’s go.” One seven-hour, nonstop flight later, they were in Hawaii with awful jet lag. They got a bite to eat and slept for a whole day. Then, (after a few crazy phone calls) they were married.

Deku gets a message on his phone during class. It's a couple selfie. All Might is wearing some souvenir Hawaiian shirt while Sakura's beside him, showing off her new ring they just bought. The caption below is:

'We are here!!!'

Deku screams.

#mightsaku #all might x sakura #bnhaverse #headcanon #long post

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letterstojisung · 5 years

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letter one (05.05.2019)

there’s a lot i want to say to you. so much, absolutely everything that i could possibly say to you i want to write down in this letter, however, no proper amount of words can describe just how much you mean to me nor do i deserve to waste that much time of yours for my meager words of affection.

although, even as i don’t deserve to sit and waste your time, i ask to be a little selfish and do it anyway. i ask to write these words down and give you the option to read them if you wish because even if i believe i’m undeserving of this i know you’ll believe otherwise because you’re han jisung and you believe everyone deserves happiness and i ask for this sliver of your time to fulfill mine. and of course, consent is mandatory even with something as small as this, as miniscule as a fan letter, i still have to ask because that’s the proper way to do something. if your answer is no, then put down my letter and move on, but in case you want to read this awkward and embarrassing letter, go ahead.

first and foremost, i’m so proud of you for following your dreams, for not giving up when the road got harder. there is nothing more in this life that i’m more proud of than the fact that you’ve followed your dream fully and finally, finally get the recognition you’ve always deserved. i’m proud that you get to call yourself the lyrical rapper like you’ve wanted to, i’m proud that you get to stand on stage and do what you love in front of thousands of people who came to see you.

i’m so proud of everything you’ve worked to become, and i’m so happy that you never gave up. i’m so proud that you’ve helped write just about every song for every album you’ve produced since before your debut. you wrote an entire song by yourself, an entire song, and you wrote it over a year ago! and since putting it in miroh, it’s become my favourite song.

you went from D.E.F Academys han jisung to jyps han jisung, from jyps han jisung to 3rachas j.one and then from 3rachas j.one to han jisung in the survival program stray kids. and from that survival program you became stray kids’ han, the person you’ve grown to be. you’ve been through so much, taken so much criticism: “you’ll amount to nothing”, “don’t follow this dream it’ll lead you nowhere” and “you’re crazy kid”. you’ve not let any comment or criticism get you down or stop you from following your dream.

secondly, you discredit yourself too much. you say you’ll never be satisfied (or i’ve read the translation wrong and this whole paragraph will be embarrassing yikes) with yourself, but sweetie- us STAYs are so proud of you. i can’t even list every accomplishment you’ve made on just my two hands, it takes almost all ten fingers just to count your rookie of the year awards. and if nine, ten, eleven and so on awards don’t show you how proud you should be then i don’t know what will.

but i know this: i know you’re more than your ‘pretty face and rock hard abs’ and if i can waste just a little more time to tell you why i think that then please continue, if not i understand sweetie. i hope you find what i’m about to say endearing and not just flat out weird, but here we go....

firstly, i love just how talented you are in a musical sense. i love the fact that your position in stray kids is rapper but your talent ascends and shoots past that. you can sing just as well as the other vocalists and even push your limits and hit high notes you didn’t even know were in your range of singing. and you can dance as fluidly and solidly as the dance line, you can take center stage and nobody would think anything of it because that’s how good you are-

but that’s not all. i’m writing this letter to you on the 3rd of may and i can tell you that in the past 575 days i’ve known you and watched you grow that i’ve seen so many good things about you. and i do get annoying at times but i tell everyone i come in contact with how beautiful of a person you are because i’m proud to call myself a loyal stay that watches you grow and watches you improve, and yes i do watch all nine of you boys but jisung you’re so special to me. we’ll get into why later, let me continue complimenting you please?

along with the unmistakable talent you possess, you’re also an extremely funny person and i know your jokes don’t get the recognition they deserve because i think they’re hilarious (and i might not be a comedian but everyone i talk to says i’m funny so i am valid enough to validate the fact that your jokes make me laugh harder than i’d like to admit). and on top of your jokes, your voice impressions and individual talents are out of this world, stunning, amazing, any good adjective that can be used to describe an individual talent.

i love that you can wear any outfit you want to and instantly the world around you disappears because it’s jisung time. i love that you can walk confidently and carry yourself the way you do and wear the outfits you wear and still pull them off.

there are certain features about you, like the way your legs slightly curve inward or the way your eyes aren’t completely parallel or even the fact that your lips aren’t completely centered if that makes sense, probably doesn’t but continuing on. i think it’s cute how you blow the hair out of your face or sometimes how you shake your head if you don’t want to use your hands. i find your moles super cute and your nose boopable. we have the same nervous habits which i don’t know if that’s a good thing, but they’re similar.

i like all 50 shades of your laugh: from your loud high pitched laugh to your giggles, from that breathy laugh you rarely use (but it does come up on occasion) to the one where it just looks like you’re smiling really wide because no sound comes out and even whatever variation of laugh you choose to use when you clap your hands. but my favourite laugh of your has definitely got to be the laugh you show least often, i may have seen it maybe once or twice but it’s the laugh where you laugh so much that your voice gets lost in the effort to catch your breath but you still cover your mouth and throw your head back carelessly. i think you look the prettiest then, when you’re laughing and your eyes are lidded and your cheeks are flushed and you’re happy, content.

i love all of the songs you’ve written, but hellevator will forever be engrained in my mind. why? because it was the end of me and the beginning of you and i. the beginning of my journey to find true happiness. i found hellevator when i was at my lowest point.

it was october 6, 2017, the day right after my birthday, and i’d been ready to end it all. i was on the verge of leaving this world when i found hellevator. when i found you. i had convinced myself that nobody loved me and that i was a waste of space, that nobody would miss me if i went. but hellevator hit me hard, the lyrics were so daunting and relatable. they made me truly feel like someone understood me, and i felt like all nine of you truly understood how i felt (how i feel).

and then the beginning of the survival show had come and gone as did your introduction. this may sound really cringy, but as soon as you introduced yourself i knew. i knew that you were going to be someone different, someone who would change my life around. with your black beanie and black short-sleeved shirt and dark hair and your chain necklace and dangly earring, even then as young and inexperienced as you were in front of a camera, your doraemon impression was what kept me here. hellevator intrigued me and doraemon dragged me in.

to this day, there is not a single moment i cherish more than the day i first ‘met’ you and your doraemon impression. there will never be anything that will remotely come close to taking over your place in my heart, and although your first impression will forever be engrained in my mind- the day i get to meet you in person will be the one moment that shares a bond with this one i have of you now.

here’s the thing. you don’t understand just how important you are to me, but i’m here to tell you. this will be short bc i hate talking of myself, so. i’ve been abused (verbally, physically, sexually) for 13 years. on october 5th, 2017 (my birthday) i attempted to end my life but then i found you.

everyday, no matter how much i despise doing so, i wake up and get through my day knowing it’s one day closer to meeting you. the thought of you and you alone keeps me alive and i know that’s pitiful but i’ll continue to live for you until i can find the courage and strength to live for myself.

you are my sun, your smile alone radiates in waves. it doesn’t matter how near or far you are, i’ll always know you exist and warm my heart.

you are my moon, you’ll be illuminated even on the darkest of nights, and calm my racing heart.

you are all of my stars, you fill the galaxy with light that it didn’t even know it needed until your existence began. if one of them is misplaced, the galaxy would never look the same; if you lost that spark in your eyes, my galaxy would never be the same.

you’re as calming as an autumn breeze. you take away the tornadoes in my mind, calm the storms hidden behind my eyes. your voice alone (singing, rapping, speaking, whispering, etc) calms me out of any panic or anxiety attack. you calm me.

you are the epitome of everything, you are my light, my impulse control, my happiness. without you there’d be no me, because without you i’d not be alive to tell you just how precious your existence is to me. thank you for finding me and letting me steal some of your everlasting energy.

you are my universe. thank you for sharing even the slightest bit of yourself with us stay. every second you spare of your time could last hours for me. you are eternal, unforgettable.

thank you for existing. i don’t know how many times i have to write this, but if i could i’d say it to you over and over until you got tired of being praised. i’d scream it from the top of my lungs until my voice went hoarse and i’d continue until i lost all ability to speak. there are no words that i could write to express just how much you mean to me yet here i try to formulate the right sentences so you know that you’re loved, that i’m proud of you.

there is nothing more that i’d rather do than spend my time writing to you, nothing means more to me than the upward curve of your lips and the following echo of your laugh. i’d spend eons writing to you if i could, but i know that’s not what i’ve been given- so i’ll cherish everyday that i wake up with the thought of writing to you.

i’ve tried my hardest to express my feelings towards you and it’s taken me over a month because trying to encapsulate everything i feel for you in words was really difficult to do. there’s no possible way that i can begin to describe how happy you make me in just simple words as these, but thank you for letting me take the time to try.

thank you for being my sun, my moon and all my stars. my universe would mean nothing without you. i love you to the end of time and back and i will cherish you forevermore.

-j

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2018 Spring Fling: Gift List

A huge THANK YOU to everyone who was a part of the @winterironspringfling this year. No matter if you created something, shared our posts to get the word out, or are now leaving comments and kudos on all the wonderful stories and art, this exchange wouldn’t have been possible without all of you.

You rock, you are the best, and we love you.

And now, the thing we know you’ve all been waiting for: the complete gift list.

Enjoy! 💕

(Additional thanks to @auripigmentum for the adorable art in this post.)

One Plus One Plus One Equals Three by Zola9612 for tringic Based on these prompts:

Someone is turned into an animal and they develop an unexpected preference in cuddling partner. This may or may not remain a fact after the transformation is resolved, leading to either angst, excessive cuddling, or possibly both.

Operation Bring-Down-Barton

In which magic is involved and a degree of separation.

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an unexpected arrangement by sevedra for tisfan Stark was clearly compromised, and James was the only person in evidence. Choices here were slim at best, but honestly, there were none. No military training was going to save James from this.

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The Wizard and The Dragon Charmer

DreamcatchersDaughter

for

AlienPsycho

Dragon’s aren’t the only things he charms.

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the measure of man by Potrix for operationhades Tony doesn’t slam the door on his way out of Secretary Ross’ office, but he does grab all of the candy out of the little bowl in the waiting area. It won’t make a difference to Ross, but Tony’s feeling petty, and he has to let some of his anger out somehow.

Months of talks, of arguments and negotiations, and all for nothing. Hours upon hours Tony’d spent trying to find a compromise everyone from Ross to Cap would be willing to agree to, so much work put into preventing Ross’ more extreme suggestions while still finding a solution to placate him and the WSC, only for them to try and force Tony out at the last moment.

And for something as trivial as not having the gene.

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Run with Me by tisfan for AngeNoir There’s a demon that haunts the Loch…

And a lone centaur has captured its interest…

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Lazy Morning by Hayluhalo for house_of_lantis My gift for House_of_Lantis for the WinterIron Spring Fling!

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if only you’d be mine for a moment, I’d be yours for forever by OneSmartChicken for Stark-N-Barnes Just because the world ended doesn’t mean there’s not stuff to do. After a terrible first meeting, Bucky and Tony have to figure out how to get along. There’s betrayals, confusion, and trials, but somewhere along the way, there’s some pretty great stuff.

Featuring a lot of badassery, a little smut, and surprisingly good parents, plus dumb boys in love, cuddles galore, and a friend group that should just give up and acknowledge they’re totally a family. There might be plot too. Maybe.

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let off some steam by fiax for iCheat Sometimes Tony just needs to let off some steam in a way they doesn’t involve his workshop. Sometimes he just needs to take his carefully designed, one of a kind motorbike and a break some road rules in street races where no one knows who he is. This time it looks like he might finally have some competition.

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Operation: Quiet Time by DragonGoesMoo for TheSopherfly Bucky notices how twitchy and tense Tony is; he sets out to teach Tony mindfulness and meditation. Tony learns to relax for the first time in his whole life, and maybe catches feelings during the process.

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Is That A Yes? by GenericUserHere for celtic7irish For this prompt: AU - Bucky works a translator, and knows several languages. He’s is hired as a translator by a firm that SI is taking over. They demand that Tony comes in and does the negotiating himself. Tony goes and bypasses Bucky completely by talking straight to the other party in their own language. Bucky is not amused. Tony finds Bucky after the meeting and tries to flirt with him in that language. Bucky is still fuming and insults Tony in a different language. Tony speaks that, too. (Meet-Cute)

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Alienated Together by NotRecommended for calmena Bucky feels unsafe around Steve, between him being compared to Wanda and the team in general. He flees to his only safe haven: Tony.

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Scowl Like a Pirate Day by james for blue_pointer Bucky knows what’s coming, but still Tony surprises him. Hallowe'en fluff.

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Dynamics by celtic7irish for EchoSiriusRumme Bucky is an Omega working for Dynamics, a sex line agency that helps unmated Alphas during their ruts. Tony is an unmated Alpha recently disinherited by his father. Tony just moved into an apartment, and caught a glimpse of the hot loner down the hall. Bucky just wants to be left alone.

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Constructing (a relationship) An Arm by AngeNoir for james Bucky and Steve had come to the fae to get a limb for Bucky. It’s always tricky to ask a fae for a favor, even if it’s a straight business transaction, and it’s even trickier when the fae has a secret themselves.

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A Lick of Dragon’s Breath by beir for fiax Bucky gets some help from his “assistant.”

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Sweater Weather by ezazahaz for WritingThroughTheMess For WritingThroughTheMess’s prompt: High school AU - Adorable, sweater-wearing nerd Tony has been pining over Bucky Barnes from afar for years. When, on a dare from Rhodey, Tony starts to act on these feelings, Bucky is certain that he’s trying to gain the favour of his best friend Steve, because why on Earth would someone as kind and intelligent and rich as Howard Stark’s son be interested as someone as rough as Bucky?

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Heavy With Hope by TheVagabondBoy for Fancy_Dragonqueen Tony’s freezing to death in a Siberian bunker.

Bucky’s searching for his past in a Siberian bunker.

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Tony Stark doesn’t do walk-ins (except for when he does) by calmena for Shi_Toyu In which Tony is not Iron Man, but still a genius inventor, and somehow ends up acquiring a rogue Winter Soldier.

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The Problems of Pie lantia4ever for DragonGoesMoo After finally leaving the hospital, Bucky and his son Peter move into a tiny apartment outside of New York City to try and continue living their life. Days and nights go by, mundane and boring with nothing for Bucky to do other than mope about, stare into walls and listen to his neighbor’s strangely lively nights.

Leave it to Peter to make new friends, one of which happens to be their mysterious neighbor.

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Just One Dance by IronEyes for singingwithoutwords Tony attends an event that everyone is pretty sure is a trap. The usual candidates for bodyguard/fake date are too well-known now, so Bucky gets volunteered for the job. He can do this. The fact that he very much wants to date Tony for real doesn’t need to complicate this at all. Right.

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Darling, It’s Better Down Where It’s Wetter by Fancy_Dragonqueen for JacarandaBanyan When Tony makes the wrong woman angry he suddenly finds himself in the ocean. With a tail and amnesia. It’s a wonderful life until he finds something very nice, very shiny falling into the ocean. Could this be his soulmate?

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Mystery Loves Company by MarvelousMenagerie for lantia4ever Tony is fine. There have been no attacks on his person or any increase in attacks on the Tower. He’s fine. It’s just a few emails. And if this does blow up in his face, as things tend to do, then it will probably blow up in Malibu, which means everyone he cares about will be back in New York and outside the detonation zone. That’s what matters most.

Tony isolates himself in Malibu with the excuse of needing to get work done, but he’s not as alone as he thought. Eventually Bucky and the Soldier might be able to convince Tony that he doesn’t have to handle everything on his own, but first they have a threat to neutralize.

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The Consultant by Grovehove for oceanhearted Rumours of 007 death had been exaggerated. Barnes was back. His Country needed him and he needed to avenge his soulmate’s death. His Stevie, Steven Grant Rogers, 006 had been iced by the terrorist group Hydra just when they were within reach of the evidence that confirmed Stark Industries were funding and supplying weapons to the terrorists.

M knew they had a mole in SHIELD, he also knew that the return of James Barnes had to be kept off the grid so that he could use his resurrected asset properly.

Barnes would have to be sent to the Consultant.

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I Knew You And Not My Name by camichats for Hayluhalo The Winter Soldier was sent to kidnap Tony Stark in Afghanistan. When Tony escaped the Ten Rings though, things don’t go the way Hydra wanted them to. Bucky finds himself, a mate, and a family.

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i don’t need anything (but you) by WritingThroughTheMess for GenericUserHere Together, Bucky and Tony dismiss the need for bitten tongues and whispered apologies. There is no need for anything but them.

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December 16th by pitifuis for NotRecommended When he was a child, it used to be just another day. It was just another day until Christmas. Just another day of winter. Just another day of trying.

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By Hook or by Crook by ZeeK for OneSmartChicken Bucky is sent to assassinate the King and Queen.

The last thing he expects to happen is for the Prince to get in his way. Of course, that’s exactly what happens.

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Engineering, With Love by house_of_lantis for Politzania Working at Stark Industries comes with a lot of perks. Bucky gets to be part of a quirky group of people; he gets access to world-class assistive technology; and he gets to work on projects that will become something that will make life better for people. While working late one night, Bucky receives a digital blueprint to review, obviously drawn by a madman engineer. It’s for the public good that Bucky makes corrections and redraws the plans, sending it back to the unknown engineer. This continues over a few months until Bucky discovers that he’s been correcting the work of the infamous genius, playboy, philanthropist billionaire himself - Tony Stark. He’s so totally going to get fired…or is he?

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Shifting into Being by siyuttov for Fluffypanda As a child James thought his mother’s stories were only myths. Growing up, they became a source of amusement in hard times. Now they have to power to give him afresh start. If only the corner of the world he chose to make his new home wasn’t also inhabited by Tony Stark.

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The Way the Pagan Gods Are Half-Remembered Here by badgerling for sevedra It was probably Tony’s fault that he kept going to bars to deal with everything after Ultron. It was probably even his fault when he followed a beautiful man into the bathroom. It was definitely his fault when he didn’t run for the door when he realized that that man was Bucky Barnes. It was not his fault for getting attached.

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Under a blanket of blue by Bill_Longbow for Juulna Tony is past the point of caring about having a soulmate or not. He has searched, failed, and bought the t shirt. Now, after New York, he has bigger concerns. But then a mystery assassin comes snooping around, turning his world upside down again.

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Bring me back (Home) by MassiveSpaceWren for a_salty_alto Tony couldn’t quite shake the feeling of being watched. The streets were empty, but the hairs on the back of his neck kept tingling. Every now and then, he could see a shadow pass over the gap of a building, or hear steps from above.

Whoever was up there was clearly after him and, if his experiences with this sort of thing so far were anything to go on, it probably wasn’t for a friendly chat.

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The Tide Comes Rushing In by JacarandaBanyan for endof_theline Tony has run away from home, and is living out of a backpack in California when he accidentally stumbles across a mermaid with his name written on it’s arm.

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Drowning Without You by whenfairieshelp for slippin_into_darkness Mermaid!AU for WinterIron SpringFling 2018. A colorful mermaid!AU because who doesn’t like mermaids.

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The Arrangement by Goda for Potrix For the prompt: Werewolf AU. Steve and Howard are alpha wolves of neighbouring territories, both facing difficulties; human threats, other packs, Pierce/HYDRA, dwindling food supplies, something else. They decide that an allegiance between their two packs is the only chance they have to survive, and, traditionally, an allegiance is made by marrying the oldest children of the respective alphas. Howard offers Tony, his only son, and Steve, having no children of his own/only very young children (with Peggy?), offers his childhood friend, Bucky. Neither Bucky nor Tony are particularly thrilled, at least at first. (Preferably not set in medieval/old times. Modern werewolves ftw!)

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Forgiveness (is earned) by AngeNoir for camichats After Obie, and his kidnapping, Tony shouldn’t be surprised he’s a bad judge of character.

Still, sleeping with someone who turned out to be a reporter, someone who spilled personal information onto the pages of the local newspaper for his fifteen minutes of fame…

Tony hadn’t realized he was that bad at judging people’s character.

Still, how did that saying go? Fool me once, shame on you… Tony’s not going to give him another chance to fool him, no matter how persistent reporter James Barnes may be.

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1100 Degrees of Separation by blue_pointer for DreamcatchersDaughter Tony Stark is just your average wealthy boy genius who opened his own bakery instead of going into the family business in order to spite his father. Bucky is a middle-aged firefighter who desperately wants to start a family. With a man. Tony’s been fantasizing about Mr. March for 3 years. But what will Tony do when he finally meets him?

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Teenage Dream by Shi_Toyu for tarot_card When AIM had hit the Winter Soldier with some sort of de-aging ray (Tony was still taking it apart and examining it in his lab) it had apparently been intended to reduce him to a toddler or somewhere thereabouts. Instead, the super serum running through his veins had somehow counteracted the machine enough to leave Bucky in an uncomfortably barely-legal state. Uncomfortable not because he was at least self-sufficient and retained an array of combat skills, but because it was also the exact same Bucky Tony had spent his formative years jerking off to.

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Hide Your Face, Hold My Heart by Shi_Toyu for MassiveSpaceWren Bucky had learned early on that life had a way of going to shit on very short notice. As a kid, that had meant running around and goofing off with Stevie only for an asthma attack to come out of seemingly nowhere. During the war, it meant creeping through the wilderness or a town or a base only for bullets to start flying. One minute you could be fighting back to back with your best friend, the next you could be falling to the bottom of a snowy chasm. That was just life.

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Can’t Help But Worry About You by a_salty_alto for TheVagabondBoy It wouldn’t be fair to take his frustrations out on the others anyway. It’s not like they knew.

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gene silencing by operationhades for Zola9612 GENE SILENCING: noun - the process(es) whereby certain genes in the genome are prevented from being expressed by chemical modifications and other means.

After a run in with AIM, Tony Stark finds himself once more changed. This time though, Bucky’s there to help him, to help him come to terms with his new body, and, apparently, to help the team as a whole heal from the rifts created from past mistakes. Thank god for FRIDAY, then.

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His Omega by Gothic_Lolita for phantomas Bucky is a werewolf in secret, working with a team of werewolf hunters. He hides from his closest friends and himself. But when an alpha of a pack Bucky’s supposed to be hunted declares Bucky as his, things get just a bit more complicated.

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Who We Weren’t by marsmaywander for Niki So Tony’s lost some memories? Bucky can relate.

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Wait and See (if it’s the best you ever had) by Politzania for Gothic_Lolita To celebrate him finding a full time job after a rough patch, Bucky Barnes’ friends – Steve and Sam – take him to a burlesque show. Antonio, (who may or may not be a drag king), catches Bucky’s eye, and vice versa. Bucky also strikes up a friendship with Ton-E, a possibly-genderfluid barista working at the 24-hr coffee shop in the lobby of Stark Industries, where Bucky now works. Will he be able to choose between one or the other?

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Just because something works, doesn’t mean that it cannot be improved by tringic for ezazahaz Shuri refuses to let Tony mess with her designs for Bucky’s new arm. This is her white boy to fix, and she’ll damn well do it right. Tony Stark can take his overprotective non-arguments somewhere else.

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I’m not a half, but you make me whole by Menatiera for its_inherited Tony has a hard time focusing on anything when Bucky Barnes is around. Suddenly having two Barneses - happy and dandy, charming human and broody, metal-armed supersoldier - didn’t help the matter. Not at all.

And then there’s a mysterious Valentine’s Day card in Tony’s workshop.

Or: Tony’s year from January to May, including a new teammate, some special dates, and lots of love.

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Family Dinner by tarot_card for starsandsupernovae Tony and Bucky are idiots hopelessly in love with each other. They’re also completely unaware that it’s mutual.

Steve and Sarah are sick of it.

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the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things by Fluffypanda for Forlorn Kumquat Bucky Barnes falls right out of 1945 into 2007 - and Tony Stark’s car.

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Silver Scraps by iCheat for Grovehove JB Barnes owns a business. SI want to buy him out and shut them down. His old friend Capt Ed Jarvis asked him to give a summer job to one Tony Carbonell . He can’t shake the feeling that he knows the kid, but its’ drowned out by the unwilling attraction between them.

Bucky had to deal with attacks on his business; daily harassment from SI lawyers: resisting a snarky sexy genius college kid, so he doesn’t get shot by Jarvis. ( No super powers Not Canon compliant)

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Interruptions by Breyito for IronEyes When Tony suddenly finds a coffee and a note waiting for him one morning, he thinks it’s cute. When it starts happening every morning, he gets curious. And JARVIS won’t help him, so…

What is an Omega to do, except hire a former assasin/spy to help him out?

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I Am Aching Now, To Let You In by Stark-N-Barnes for kenshincha When Bucky Barnes is assigned undercover as Tony Stark’s new PA, the last thing he expects to happen is falling for him in the process. He doesn’t expect the heartache that it would bring either.

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A Love That Lasts Forever by endof_theline for Goda When a damaged Phoenix comes to a Werewolf and a Vampire for tattoos to cover up some scars and maybe he finds a family along the way…

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Yield by Reioka for Breyito All Bucky has ever wanted was to win the contest for Tony’s hand in marriage. It’s a bit harder now that he’s down to one arm, but luckily his friends are willing to help make up the difference.

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The Billionaire and the Bodyguard by Forlorn Kumquat for Cee_Jaii Tony doesn’t need a bodyguard, okay? He can take care of himself just fine. Now if he can just convince everyone else - including the handsome new bodyguard.

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Hey, Read My Lips! by plirio for badgerling “But I think–It was so much easier before,” Barnes finishes, obviously upset. “A gesture, an introduction, an invitation, a dance. Now it’s all texting and messaging, and codes I don’t even– I knew how to– It’s so frustrating!”

Tony has– feelings-like things inside him for Bucky. Everyone makes fun of Steve - out of love, really. And Bucky needs advice.

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Room 154 by Briz for Bill_Longbow The the night shift was peaceful and quiet, and Bucky liked it that way.

Too bad the patient on room 154 didn’t get the memo and took it upon himself to spoil his night by pressing the damn nurse call button every fifteen minutes since midnight.

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Game of Love and Chance by EchoSiriusRumme for plirio After sharing his worries about the man he’s supposed to marry, Tony’s guard Clint comes up with an ingenious plan to switch places with him, so that he could observe this James fellow from the background. The Prince’s own servant, Steve, arrives first, claiming the Prince is running late, and the two get to talking in the meantime. When Tony and this tall, dark and handsome man hit it off instantly, Tony may or may not be reconsidering this whole arranged marriage deal.

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Silver and Gold by its_inherited for beir It was a good day.

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Her name was Betsy by Cee_Jaii for Arboreal How two men, who did not know what exactly they were, seduced each other. With a motorcycle.

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Baby Winter Soldiers and Jealous Spiderlings by AlienPsycho for tarot_card The Prompt “de-aged” Bucky - only whatever was used to de-age him, because of his super-soldier serum, brought him back to his 20- something self from the 30s/40s. And young, not brain-washed Bucky sees Tony, and turns into his young, charming, flirty self.

From Peter Parker’s point of view. Brief, and not very detailed. He doesn’t like the idea of sharing his father figure/mentor.

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A Second Chance by kenshincha for marsmaywander While Tony tries to figure out why Bucky hit a roadblock in his treatment with the BARF, they end up stranded with Bucky’s arm damaged.

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Is It Starkbucks or Snarkbucks? by slippin_into_darkness for Reioka Tony puns it up whenever he sees his favorite barista. Bucky is having none of it.

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Mend (Our Brokenness) by Juulna for siyuttov Written for the prompt: Post-WS, Bucky gets his memories back fairly quickly because of the serum, and then commits himself to doing what he can to make up for what Hydra made him do. He starts with small things, draining Hydra bank accounts to pay off the student debt of his victim’s next of kin, scaring off abusive boyfriends of victim’s spouses, etc. Tony is the hardest one on his list, because what can he do to help a billionaire?

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Save Me A Dance by TheSopherfly for whenfairieshelp Pre!serum Steve and Bucky live together. One day, Steve brings a new friend home. Bucky is not prepared for that friend to be the cute guy who rejected him at a dance a few months ago.

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Trying Too Hard by Arboreal for pitifuis The Winter Soldier’s appearances were usually few and far between, which made it all the more confusing when suddenly Tony couldn’t seem to go a single day without setting the Winter Soldier off.

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Trust Falls by Niki for ZeeK Doctor Strange has a plan to tie Bucky Barnes to someone who can be trusted to never misuse the command words, someone who will always do right by him. The spell has side effects. It also chooses a person no one – including Tony himself – expected.

#winteriron spring fling #winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #gift list

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planetbkg · 6 years

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Dating Headcanons // p.p.

A/N: Hello, my darlings! Long time, no write. Oh, how I've missed this and you! I had so many other things to add to this but I was afraid that it was getting too long. :(

Warnings: mentions of kissing, mushy gushy relationship stuff, probably spelling errors???, also these are very random like they have a header and are related to whatever the header says but they're really random

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Let's start with how you two first met, shall we?

So you've know of Peter since 8th grade but you didn't have class together until sophomore year

Honors Chemistry room 208

You were supposed to be in regular chem but you were too lazy to request a schedule change so you left it like that

Best. Decision. Ever

Ms. Warren was assigning lab partners on the first day and she sat you with Peter

You hadn't really noticed him before then, but man was he cute

You started developing a crush on him soon after

You'd always try to start conversation with him but he would always act weird and mumble???

“What's the mole ratio of two components determined from?”

“Thecoefficientsofeachcomponent”

“What?”

“The coefficients of each component”

But it's still barely above a whisper so you just gave up

You ended up talking to Ned for tips on how to talk to Peter

But he's just as much of a mumbling mess as Peter???

“Hey, Ned! So your friend Peter is really cute, how do I talk to him? What does he like?”

“Uhhh….uhhhh...comic books.”

“Okay, thanks, I guess.”

So the next day you walk into class and start asking Peter about comic books

Surprise, surprise all he does is mumble incoherent answers

At this point you're beyond frustrated

After multiple failed you finally just blow up at him

“Can you please speak the hell up! I've been flirting with you since the first week of school so either you're bad at social cues or you don't like me back! Which is it?”

And with that you picked up your backpack and left leaving a very embarrassed Peter in the chem lab

You felt so bad

You avoid him completely until you had history class

In the middle a test, Peter slips you a note that reads:

“I really like you too, I just get so nervous around you because you're so pretty. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go on a date this Friday? I think we might have real chemistry together. ;)”

Which almost causes you to burst out laughing

You slide him back one that says:

I'd love to! Here's my number, text me the details. :)”

And the rest is history ;)

First Date!!

Your first date was awkward, adorable, and amazing

Peter took you to the movies and…

When it was time to pay for the tickets, it took him five minutes to find his wallet

He was tripping over his own feet

He spilled soda on your new sweater

He tried to do that cliche yawn thingy but his watch got caught in your hair

It was a mess but you were giggling the whole time because he's just so darn cute

He was so embarrassed that you had to reassure him that you really like him and you had a great time

“I'm so so sorry for everything that happened tonight. I'll have your sweater dry cleaned for you. God, I'm just so so sorry you must hate me. I wouldn't be surprised if you never wanted to go on a date with me ever aga—”

You eventually have to shut him up by kissing him. Hard.

“Goodnight, Peter, I'll see you on Monday.”

“G-goodnight Y/N”

Flustered Peter!!

Okay so when writing about Peter it's sort of a rite of passage to write about how flustered he gets

So that's what I'm about to do

Okay so it's super easy to get him flustered

For example in chemistry you kiss him on the cheek when Mrs. Warren isn't looking

Complimenting him on how cute he is will almost make him forget his own name

“You're so cute, baby.”

“You're looking extra handsome today, cutie!”

Which bring me to my next headcanon…

Nicknames!!

Nicknames get this boy so flustered

You have a plethora of different ones for him

Such as…

Baby cakes

Angel

Sweet pea

Baby

cuddle cakes

Honey pie

And a ton more

His for you include:

Sweetheart

Baby

Love

Princess

The list goes on and on

Dates!!

I like to think that as a random gift Peter got you one of those date jars

You know, the ones on Pinterest with different colored popsicle sticks and each color means a different thing

Yellow means stay in

Green means dinner

Blue means movie

Purple means you pick

Red means Peter picks

You get the jist

When you go on dinner dates he knows your order by heart

One time Peter pulled out a red popsicle stick he chose to go to the candy store

Peter was in heaven!!!

“Peter do we really need apple rings and peach rings?”

“Yes.”

“Pete, Twizzlers or Red Vines?”

“Both.”

We have to talk about the first time he said he love you, okay?

It was right after you came out of the candy store

He got down on one knee, a bag of peach rings in his hand

You almost choked on your twizzler

“Peter what are you doing?!”

“Y/N, I love you so much it makes my heart hurt, please accept to peach ring as a token of my love.”

You got a couple of awww’s from couples that were passing by

“I love you too.”

He slid the ring on your finger and held your hand in his

Of course he had to ask what you think

“Do you like your ring?”

“Yes, it was very delicious.” you replied with a mouthful of peachy goodness

It wouldn’t be headcanons if we didn’t talk about cuddles

Peter is a koala, okay?

He loves to be the little spoon

But so do you…

So you two flip a coin

Sometimes you just give into because he’s so endearing

He’ll text you something like, “movies and cuddles?”

And five minutes into the movie he’s asleep

You don’t bother waking him

How could you when he looks so cute?

His little incoherent mumbles and sleepy snore

Bye I can’t take this

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker headcanons #tom holland x reader #my writing #i wrote my way out #:)#yes I did tag this as Tom holland x reader sue me

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taeguboi · 7 years

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Taehyung x Reader Angst / Fluff

Request 1: ‘ Hi! Taehyung Imagine where he finds out that you're self conscious about your body because other people always made fun of you because of certain things like hair and stretch marks? He overhears you saying things like "Why do you have to look like this again today?" To yourself.. sorry if it's too angsty! Can you make it a little longer and the end fluffy? thanks~ ‘

Request 2: ‘ Hi 👋 I just found your tumblr and it's the best thing❤️❤️ Can I please request a scenario with taehyung based on doddie clarck song 6/10 ?’

I combined these requests because the 2nd one I found to be a good prompt to continue and complete the 1st... It’s like over 6k words -- longer than I expected, but I think that’s because I put quite a bit of myself into this one... It actually helped alleviate some stuff on my mind, and express my annoyances with the past, so this time in particular, I find myself thanking you guys rather than the other way round!

UNEASY

Summary: Chaning your point of view proves to be a lot tricker than you thought

Warning: Self hate, quite angsty

Today I’m trying something different.

This is bound to get him.

As I point a foot into the scrunched up material and slide the delicate fabric up my leg, an aura of confidence fills me. He has to notice me this time and realize I’m the most important thing about his day. Don’t many guys spend most of their teen years looking for this content online just wishing they could experience it for real?

I attach the stockings to the suspender belt and stand up to take in my appearance through the mirror. The reflection gives me a promising image as I sport my new blue underwear with a lacy black net layered on top. The bra is actually both the cutest and sexiest thing I have ever bought for myself, really supporting my boobs and giving the eye something to admire, and the belt really changes my look up from just the sad two piece attempt at seducing this guy!... Maybe I should buy more like this and wear them underneath my clothes daily… Confident people always have a secret to give them that edge, right?

Sure, my figure isn’t flawless, 100% toned with a sunkissed glow, but honestly, who in reality actually looks like that? Even models get photoshopped of their cellulite and stretch marks and skin tones… But the store was right; the garments really do know how to flatter and enhance what is there.

I look good.

Better than good.

“Go get ‘em.”

Okay. So it’s like this a lot lately, but I’m determined to make a change today. Sometimes he, and I say this with sarcasm, will be considerate enough to take the time to stare at a screen with me in his arms, but more often than that, he remains slumped on that goddamn computer chair while I lay here looking pretty. The amount of books I’ve managed to read in this room, seriously…

Young love was such a fine thing at the beginning. He, grand and handsome with his bronzed skin, short brown lustrous hair, such a charming personality and that smile… turned into a painfully lazy slob, hair lacklustre in need a of trip to the hairdresser - but chance would be a fine thing; he never steps foot outside the house!

Why do you think I’m sat here in this dive of a room, smudgy, groggy, with clothes strewn all over the floor?

The bedsheets are just about bearable.

I bring myself to my knees on the bed behind the desk at which he sits, the only light illuminating his face being that of the same old screen. I unbutton the top of my red tartan shirt with anticipation, followed by the next, just to give a good enough view, yet leaving plenty to the imagination, for now.

“Hey hun…” I mumble suggestively, checking last minute that everything is in place, pushing up my rather plentiful looking bosom… If I do say so myself…

“Hmm?” is the disinterested response.

“How about…” I begin, leaning over to tap him on the shoulder to catch his attention. “You finish talking and gaming with those online friends for a friend that is… more real… one that you can…. Hmm, I don’t know… feel?”

I don’t believe this. His eyes don’t even leave the screen through any of my words, nor his that follow “Maybe in a minute, sweet. This level is important.”

“More important than…” Time to undo some more buttons… “Little ol’ me?”

Silence.

For a solid five seconds.

“You know what?”

Huh, now he turns around to look at me, as I’m furiously fastening my shirt back up to rid him of the view he clearly doesn’t deserve or need to see.

“Fuck this” I snap, almost literally jumping off the bed as I grab my bag in a hurry. “Go live in your fucking fantasy world and go find one of the chick sprites on there to have an imaginary fuck with.”

“Babe? I --”

“You barely even have any energy to get out of your chair and stop me. So this is me. Walking out. Of your room. And your life. You clearly don’t need me for as long as you have that computer so I clearly don’t need a sad sack like you.”

“Where is this --”

“Go put your dick in your fucking xbox or something because you’re never getting a view like this again.”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry I’ll --”

“No. Don’t call me.”

Upon storming out of his bedroom with haste, I bump into his brother

“Hey what the --”

“Sorry, I’m outta here” I explain, a little too politely for my liking but I can’t say any of this is or was his fault. But I can afford to be polite. I’m not running away to hide the crying this time. There isn’t even a hint of a sting to my eyes.

I run down the stairs like thunder and I have no idea if I’m being followed because of the noise of my own footsteps, but I’m gonna take an educated guess that he fucking isn’t and has probably stopped to talk to his brother instead, using the timing of his appearance as a lame excuse in his own mind not to fight for me.

I race down the corridor of the hallway and waste no time, simply picking up my shoes and not even bothering to put them on. It’s a good thing (for the family) that it’s a warm day and the door is already open; I feel so empowered right now that had that door been shut, I could have the strength to walk right through it!

Too much?

I close - slam - the gate behind me for the last fucking time.

And I run.

I’m doing it! I’m storming out! And walking away! -- figuratively! (You know, because I am in fact running)

And look! I don’t even care! This isn’t a mask or denial, either; I can’t find it in myself to care!

I! DON’T! CARE!

I don’t care.

Wait; I don’t care....

...When did I stop caring?

I fell out of love…

Well, why and how can I love something that doesn’t give back? For months, it has been like talking to a brick wall, or having that one teddy bear you loved as a child and told all your secrets to but grew out of and just chuck clean clothes on top of because there’s nowhere else to dump them.

The metaphorical teddy bear, clothes, and the room they were in have all been left behind now.

Maybe this has all been a game of my own… A challenge to change a guy, with different difficulty levels on unfreezing the target from the spinning chair of death, to earn XP points and level up on the sad meter.

Turns out I can level up by quitting the game for good.

I have no idea where I’m running to, and I’m probably not even gonna go home just yet, and the soles of my feet are gonna hate me for this, but I can’t stop!

Freedom!

I think uni life is going to suit me just fine. My own place in the town, an already great social life, my circle which can only expand, and I’ve been accepted onto a course in something I’m confident about.

Wanna take any guesses to what I’ve chosen to study?

A mixture of recommended works as well as texts from my own personal reading list, I unload a handful of a pile of books from the trolley - yes, as in a shopping trolley - that I’ve wheeled into here. Okay, I said a place of my own, but it’s a shared house. But I’m sure they won’t mind though, right?

I’ve developed quite a strong mind for literature so there’s quite a big load here… I might just need to buy myself a set of shelves at this rate; knee high piles across one wall, I really could use something more efficient to store them with…

“Hey, what’s with the trolley?” a deep voice questions.

Oh crap, act normal!

“Oh, um hi there! I’m one of the new house mates! I er… I was just unpacking some books and er…. It’ll be gone soon…” I stutter as I lift myself from the floor where I was just peacefully sorting my books and look up at the person addressing me.

Oh, wow. Is this guy one of my house mates? He’s handsome… probably too handsome for the likes of myself, but a girl can dream, right?

I watch him lean gently onto the trolley and I notice many a thing about him. He has a beautiful melanin glow, and very distinct features, each one of them perfect; fringe sweeping over wide chocolate eyes, and in-between those eyes rests his nose which has a cute little mole on the end, and beneath that nose are the fullest pink lips I’ve ever seen on a man… He’s actually tall, dark and handsome… Just my type… Wait, I say a girl can dream, but am I perhaps just dreaming up this fine specimen of a human being?

“No worries!” he grins, and I swear it elicits such a calming effect on me, and I already feel at home when his eyes turn into cute crescents that compliment the smile. The feeling I get is so warm that it’s almost like there isn’t a trolley between us...

Okay girl, snap out of it and just reply to him!

“I uh…”

“You know, we could take this thing for a ride later, if you want…” he interrupts.

I chuckle at this odd comment… It’s just a trolley... “You make it sound like there’s a sophisticated vehicle in front of us…”

“It doesn’t matter what you’ve got in front of you; what matters is how you make use of it” he replies. “I have to unpack a few more things myself, so I better carry on… See you around later though, yeah?”

“Sure” I smile back, watching in admiration the back view of him as he walks away. Even his walk is cool…

I really need to stop letting myself get so carried away; he’s someone I’m going to have to be living with for the next year at the very minimum… He’s also someone who probably already is in a relationship… They usually all are every time.

I internally sigh as I continue unloading the books.

I thank myself for saving so much dollar over the summer.

Freshers week!

Time to probably forget everything about dieting and healthy living…. Actually, time to probably just forget everything, and drink! This is the new beginning I am determined to get right this time. I’ve been wise with money, begun self improvement, lost a few pounds on the way to make up for eating I'm gonna be doing after boozing (which is something I most definitely do; I’m quite the hungry drunk)... Okay, the weight probably needed to go anyway, but that’s another story… And I’m going to step out into that big wide world and fake the confidence until I no longer need to pretend!

So I’ve not been to every single event that’s come to my awareness, but I’m doing pretty good, if I do say so myself. I’ve socialized well, only having stayed in one night this week, I've partied hard and drunk even harder.

This is going to be such a good year, and I’m so hyped for tonight!

As lame as it seems, I don’t get a head start on getting ready, but on my work instead, finishing some research just an hour before leaving the house.

I’m not the best at makeup, but I make do and take advantage of the dim lighting that exists in most of the places I’ve been to so far… Also, just a flick of eyeliner and a dash of lipstick is going to do when everything gets ruined anyways.

The night-life here is already amazing, and this sense of detachment and freedom is exactly what I’ve been looking for. I’m finally ready to put aside all my insecurities and embrace the person I am!

“Hey, you ready?” I hear someone asking me. I managed to click with one of the girls living here almost instantly, so we chose each other to go on these nights out with. It’s easy to make friends when you go out partying and drinking, but it’s even easier with a wing man… er, woman… You get all the extra special benefits when you have a buddy too; the free drinks came to me way more on the second night than they did on the first, alone.

“Almost!” I call back, slipping my feet into my shoes, then giving myself one last look over in the mirror before setting off down the hallway to meet her.

I’m not quite sure why, but a bunch of us ended up out back of this place, playing spin the bottle instead… I think it was deader than expected back there… but my mind is a little unclear at the moment… but it’s nice. I feel so at ease and relaxed and…

“Hey there guys! Can we join?”

Oh no.

No.

NO.

This has got to be a piss take, right? Why the fuck is he here?... Is this on purpose?

I’ve never sobered up faster.

This has to be on purpose. He never so much as steps foot outdoors unless his mum forces him to go shopping or something, but now here he is, at freshers? This has got to be some really bad joke…

“Sure!” one of the people sat around the bottle responds, making room for, ugh, my ex and his friend…

I’m not sure I can do this.

“Uh, I’m gonna go back inside, if that’s okay with you guys… I’m a little cold”

“Are you sure?” asks my house mate

“Stay! I can give you my jacket” offers the guy sat next to me, but I decline and bring myself to my feet.

“Oh good, I just realized it was you…” he retorts… he, because I don’t even wanna speak his name. “But don’t think I’m coming to chase after you, who’d wanna kiss you anyway?”

“Man, please! I’m the one that left you, so you can shut your fat butt up right now!”

That’s it, I’m fucking right off.

But he chases me anyway as I storm back inside, ready to find myself another drink… Perhaps three more drinks.

“Why are you following me?!” I bellow out, scanning the room for a source of drink.

Shots. All lined up on the table. Probably not for me, but, perfect.

“I guess I feel bad after not following through with your little act last time… Do you feel better now that I’ve followed you?... Come on babe, come back to me… It’s not like you’re gonna get anyone else…”

One shot. Picking it up. Downed.

“You want me to come back to you! Just admit it! You’re just some sad sack who knows he can’t do any better and is trying to turn it on me and lower my self-esteem!”

Second shot.

“Well not today, and not ever again! Now get out of here before I do something drastic!”

Third.

“Drastic, yeah?” he questions with a cocky smirk. “Something drastic like kissing me?”

“I think it’s best we leave it there, and you should leave mate” I hear a familiar voice say. I look to see the handsome housemate, whose name, I learned, is Taehyung. I didn’t realize he would be here tonight as well… Perfectly feasible then again; when we left the house earlier, we left it completely empty.

“Whatever. She’ll come crawling back to me” he replies. “She always does!” he shouts as another guy drags him away.

“Are you okay?” asks Taehyung with concern as I feel my knees giving way, and I can’t tell if I’m really nervous as well as angry, or if the shots are kicking in already.

“There always is something to ruin a new start… I’m fine thank you, I just… need to lay down for a moment” I tell him, feeling drowsy all of a sudden, wobbling slightly.

“Well this isn’t exactly the best place to be doing that, so… Jimin, I’ll be back soon, yeah? I’m taking her home”

“Taehyung! I’ll be fine!” I insist. I don’t want to leave so soon after that commotion, no. I can’t have him thinking I left just because he turned up.

He does not control my life.

I can’t sleep.

I hate the fact that he turned up. It’s triggered every thought I used to over-think, highlighted every regret I hold about the past, stirred up all the anguish to blend with all the positivity I’ve been conjuring up lately.

Of course, I gave in to Taehyung’s proposition that he walk me home… I couldn’t say no to him; he was being dead nice to me. But now that I’ve left the party and I sit here solitary, it allows me to think and focus on everything I could have otherwise put off.

Can I even face those people again now that that’s happened? I may have been getting to the point that I could have been off my face, but there were so many faces I recognised from over the past week in lectures and other fresher events… They’re all gonna think I’m weak.

I can pick this back up. I have to. Any time I haven’t spent out tonight means more money left over. Yeah, I’m gonna treat myself and have some retail therapy tomorrow.

You deserve it.

“Hey hun! How do I look?” I asked him, giving him a twirl in my new dress, well proud of the job I did of my hair.

“Sweetheart, you look cute! Especially in that dress; it really makes your tummy pop” he comments with a grin, poking the slightly fatty area of my body.

Yeah, I’ve been meaning to do something about that…

Laying out the pretty undergarments across the bed, I struggle to choose what to wear tonight; the final night of the first week. I lock my bedroom door and close the curtains, allowing my towel to slip off my body. There’s only one way to decide this, and that’s to try them all on.

I don’t know why I bought another blue two piece… too many bad memories of that day I got overlooked, ignored… I guess I shopped with an optimistic mind earlier, thinking that it wouldn’t matter because it is quite cute.. Plus, I ruined the other one with all that running I did -- let’s just say that is not the right kind of bra to be exercising in.... The bra here is simple without detail and accentuates my cleavage, but.... The matching underwear really does no favours in hiding my stretch marks along my thighs… Ugh.

Maybe I could go for the red one… The colour of passion with its bold tone… Nah, I’m not quite feeling it. It’s too raunchy for my mood… I want everything I wear to speak for itself and myself. Why wear something bold when you’re feeling just a tad… quite… unsexy…

I can’t go wrong with black, surely? Okay, nope, I was wrong. You can go wrong. I thought black was supposed to be a slimming colour! But instead it shows off those fucking marks on my breasts as well as my thighs! And my hips!

White. Come on, white. It’s not even any ‘special’ underwear, merely a training bra I bought for my exercise, but it’s better… the light material of the matching panties doesn’t draw attention to the things I don’t like about myself...

I don’t know why I get like this sometimes, but let’s lift myself up from that slight downer and focus on hair. Yeah, let’s make more of an effort tonight.

I half-heartedly smile at myself in the full length mirror as I continue to work on my look for tonight. Every day, or every time, I look in the mirror, I try to tell myself what is good. It’s just one of the many things I picked up after walking away from that imbecile.

“I suppose my eyes do have an extra sparkle to them today” I mutter, combing my hair out of my face, ready to style. But it just won’t go right! Damn you frizz! Come on, you can do this!

Right. Makeup. Good makeup can make any look better, even if I’ve messed up the good hair thing slightly… but goodness, it’s gotten muggy in here, I must open a window or something.

Okay, focus… is what I try to do, but it then turns into a bunch of arguments with myself as I get angrier at my bad co-ordination and certain aspects of my natural features.

“Fuck’s sake! Why don’t my eyes look even!”

“Stupid unsymmetrical face!”

“Ugh, stupid!”

It’ll have to do.

I’m not gonna lie; I do feel kinda plain tonight in comparison to all these pretty girls I can see around here. I guess throughout the week, I hadn’t really been paying attention to anyone other than myself…

… and that’s because I don’t need to! Come on! I know I keep repeating those words, but come on!

“Ha-ha-HA! How wasted am I?!” questions my housemate as she wobbles back over to me.

“Oh dear” I chuckle. Bless her; I must admit, she’s quite the drunk.

“So this is my friend… Uh, you guys should talk for a while… Gotta pee”

Oh. Okay, I guess the social part of tonight might have come to me. That’s alright, I guess.

“Hey there…” he says to me. He’s actually not that bad looking, and he has a kind face… “I’m Namjoon, and you?

Namjoon is a really cool guy. He seems very intelligent, and despite the drinking, he can maintain a steady and intelligent conversation with me… Turns out he’s minoring in Lit so we’ve managed to talk continually for an hour on just a couple of books alone! I feel much better now, almost unsure what my worries were even about earlier.

He smiles back at me with such sincerity and he’s interested in every word I have to say. I even catch him eyeing up different parts of my body when he thinks I’m not looking, which might be seen as perverted to some, but I just think it’s charming!

Honestly, if there was a night on which that bastard of an ex had to show up, I really wish it would have been one night later than when he did. Because right now, there’s something happening between me and this Namjoon, almost chemistry, you might say… enough to give him a strong message at least.

The minute he places a hand on my knee though, this perspective all changes. Suddenly, I find myself anxious at his touch, wishing I’d at least worn tights tonight to cover up the scar… I did it once by accident when shaving, so it’s not like there’s any emotionally painful memories attached to it, but I just don’t like it.

He must think I’m far from feminine right now… My skin was never in the best condition… I’m starting to think that perhaps I’ve been a bit too confident since I left him… Perhaps I need to back down a bit…He seems like a great guy...

You deserve it.

No, I don’t.

I place my shaky hands over the one that rests on my knee and ease it away.

“Oh, hey, I’m sorry if that was too much…” he apologizes.

“Um, no it’s not that, sorry…” I apologize also. “It’s just… Look, you’re an extremely nice guy, but I think I’m trying to move on faster than I’m comfortable with, I’m really sorry if I’ve lead you on, I… I was with someone for a very long time, and I…”

...am not even wearing the right underwear,

...don’t have the right body,

...look too plain,

...aren’t good enough...

“...am sorry, I think I should go home.”

I throw my shoes across the corridor, careless about anyone that could potentially be around at this time. I force the bobble out of my hair and throw it in some other direction, probably never to be seen again. I literally rip my shirt off my useless body, tearing some of the sewing work and causing a few buttons to pop off, and I immediately substitute it for some old thing lying on the couch that I’m not even sure is mine.

I rush over to the mirror that stands in my room, and trying with every ounce of strength not to punch it or damage it in any way. Sometimes, when I see what’s in front of the mirror, I want to throw a punch at the glass so it shatters and I don’t have to see what I don’t like. But life isn’t like that; there’s no running away.

God knows I tried to have a more positive attitude. About life, myself, everything. That’s why instead of staying cooped up at home in despair, I moved out and started uni. That’s why instead of lashing out at my reflection, I would nurture it, tell it something nice. That’s why I decided to become a different person.

But people can’t just change that easily, it seems.

I remember when me and my school mates would rank people in the year group on their looks… Compliments and ratings out of 10 and all the rest...

“I mean, she’s cute, but what she really has is the personality, and that’s what counts.”

That one was about me. And we all know what it means when they highlight the personality… Doesn’t even always mean there is one there, but they feel bad, so they tell you that you’ve got one.

“Ugh, I should have drunken more so I could continue this stupid delusion I’ve been holding on myself!”

The skirt needs to come off. It’s not attractive. Not when I’m wearing it.

In the changing rooms, getting ready for the most dreaded lesson of all time. I hated sports with a passion. Not because of the game itself, no. It was the shared changing rooms.

“I’m actually really jealous of her; she has such full thighs, whereas little ol’ me here is stood with this gap…”

They’d always do it to get to us. They, the popular girls. We, the ‘uncool’ kids. They’d mask their insults as compliments so that if you brought it up with a teacher, they could ‘truthfully’ say they hadn’t provoked us.

But I know what sarcasm and ridicule is. And I know how much I wanted to pin that bitch up against the wall and throttle her.

“I really need to sort my thighs out…”

I mutter as a glance as my backside in the mirror while searching for some shorts… No, make that pyjama bottoms. And while I’m at it, I might as well go out and buy some ice cream down the road and cry at chick flicks. What other use do I have right now?

His eyes weren’t on me. Not on a screen either actually. We were out, at a restaurant, supposedly on a date.

It didn’t feel like it though.

But I stuck it out.

I had to, right?

She had an astonishing figure, curves in all the right places. I could understand him glancing away from me every now and then. But what he probably couldn’t understand is how I felt about it. About every incident like this one.

Finally finding some pyjama trousers, I put them on, barely registering my presence in the mirror as I pull them up. I look so out of shape, like one big useless blob. Not particularly fat, but just shapeless.

“Why do you have to look like this?”

“Why do you have to talk to yourself like this?”

Huh?

I didn’t realize I had company… I thought I had the house to myself. Fuck, snap out of it!!

“Taehyung… What are you doing here?... I… I thought you were out tonight…”

“I was.” he tells me, leaning against the doorframe of my room. “At the same place you were, actually.”

“So why did you leave?...”

“You seemed to really be hitting it off with that guy. He seemed… not bad looking, and you looked like you were happy… Why did you leave?”

“I was tired” I bluntly lie, knowing that’s probably not gonna cut it. If he saw me leave, then I’m pretty sure he saw I was lively enough to basically brisk walk out of the room… Whether he saw me run home is a different thing, but that was an awful lie. I’m just doing awfully right now. I can’t tell this to a housemate though; I can’t be a burden.

I should continue talking so that maybe he won’t call me out on it. “And I have a lecture tomorrow so…”

“Hmm” he hums. “If you say so… but are you sure it wasn’t anything to do with that little conversation you were having with yourself just then?”

Why does he have to make me sound like a crazy person on top of all these other flaws that are coming to one big nasty ugly head?

“You know, it’s okay not to keep up appearances every single day… If there’s something the matter, please tell me. I know I’m just someone that lives here, but… I can be here to listen”

Wow. Why is he being so nice to me? Probably the usual reason people are nice to me. People are briefly kind to plain people, and then they get uneasy by the anxiety. I just don’t know what to say right now.

The truth is hard. The truth sucks. The truth needs to be covered.

“Do you know what I feel like when I look over there?” I rhetorically ask, my mouth racing way ahead of my thoughts. “A 6.”

“A 6?”

“Yeah, a 6… as in, out of 10. Average. In the middle. Plain Jane. Nothing special. That girl that people don’t take a look at twice because she’s not stunning enough and she doesn’t have any particularly amazing features about her…”

“I looked at you twice.”

“That girl that always gets the odd guy that takes pity on her so he says something nice one time, hoping she doesn’t become too attached…”

“I looked at you more than twice” he interrupts again. I don’t know where he’s going with this… but I want to listen.

“You know… we never did take that trolley out for a ride….” he continues. “How about we go cause some mischief so you can tell me all about it?”

“Tae… I’m in my pyjamas now…”

“Technically, you’re only half in your pyjamas… I was wondering where that shirt I left on the sofa went…”

Oh damn, of course. It’d have to be the shirt of the first person that comes back home.

“Oh damn, I’m sorry, I just had a moment where I…”

“Keep it on… You look… You look cute” he smiles at me.

I could kick myself for the rush of red I feel sweep across my face at his comment. I can’t lie. I’m quite a defensive person nowadays. I don’t need him to know how that comment just made me feel. Fuck you body and your obvious reactions…

For some reason, I remain in my pyjamas as Taehyung pushes me in the trolley which I still left outside the door down the run-down street, illuminated only by the few lights that have managed to keep running through the neglection of this area. I kind like it though. It feels comfortable. They don’t light up my presence completely and they probably feel as lonely as I do in this state of mind.

“So can I ask why you told the guy back there that you hadn’t moved on? Because from what I could see last night, your relationship with him can’t have been a happy one.”

Alright, he doesn’t beat around the bush, does he? Straight to the point… What can I say? There’s something about Taehyung that I already trust, but I don’t want to be so hasty as to tell him everything.

Where Taehyung is fast to get to the point, I don’t quite cut to the chase, instead getting some of the angst off my chest about the less recent past.

“It was… complicated. I really did love him, at the start. I thought I’d found my soulmate, in fact… I know that seems pretty pathetic,”

“Not at all”

“...but I suppose I was young - much younger than now - and I still believed in fairy tale endings, and I believed in getting married and having kids, and… I could have gotten out of it sooner, I must admit…”

“I heard you earlier at the mirror”

I swear if I were the one pushing this trolley, I would have stopped in my tracks. I know for a fact that’s exactly what my heart just seemed to do. Does he mean what I think he means? Ugh, why do I have this stupid tendency to speak my thoughts out loud?! He heard me before going out too, didn’t he?

“‘It doesn’t matter what you have in front of you; what matters is how you make use of it’...” I divert slightly. “I remember you telling me that no so long ago when I was moving in… Well sometimes Tae, it’s hard to make good use of what’s in front of you.”

The trolley actually stops in its tracks this time and I sense Taehyung moving from behind the trolley to come and face me… Probably to give me some bullshit lecture about loving yourself just to shut me up so he doesn’t have to do this again.

“Do you also remember when I told you I looked at you more than twice?”

“Um, yeah…?...”

“That’s because what was in front of me mesmerized me; she didn’t need changing” he tells me, trying to also climb into the trolley, causing me to quietly exclaim his name as he struggles, but succeeds in joining me.

It’s a little cramped in here, but I can’t say I mind as his legs dangle over the sides, surrounding my small mere presence that still huddles into a ball.

“Why are you being so nice to me? Did you need something in the kitchen that was mine?” I coldly ask. I can’t help it. I’m convinced that he can’t mean what he’s saying.

“What? No!” he responds in an offended tone. “Look, I know a lot of things are scary and can really make your life just feel like one big downer… I was scared at the beginning of this week too, you know.”

“Scared?” I question, extending my legs and allowing them to rest over his.

“Well, I’m your housemate now… How am I supposed to not make it awkward if I were to tell you that I think you’re perfect? I barely know you, but I’m drawn to you. I want to get to know you more. I want to be the one who makes you feel good about yourself. You deserve it.”

“Taehyung, there’s no such thing as perfect…”

“You’re pretty close, in that case then…” he replies, taking a strand of my messy hair and playing with it through his slender fingers. “See, I’m stringing out a bunch of cliches right now, but I don’t care! However long it took you to leave that guy, whatever he put you through, it’s brought you here. To me.”

“Forgive me if I’m sounding rude, but what’s that supposed to mean?” I enquire, trying not to get lost in the feeling of Taehyung playing with my hair; it’s not a direct bodily touch, but I can still feel it, and a shiver emits down my spine.

“Someone to remind you of how awesome you are… I may not ever be able to take you out on a date because we live together, but it’ll be enough for me if I can be the one to make you smile.”

“Are you sure you know what you’re saying Taehyung? You hardly even know me…” I remind him as he begins to create a small plait with the section of hair he was previously playing with

“I don’t just let anyone wear my clothes, you know…” he informs. He then lets go of the strange little plait so he can look up at me. “Please, can you stop being so defensive for at least a few minutes?”

“It’s not that easy… Not when you look and feel like this…” I shrug, keeping my head down to the ground, the detail of which I can just about make out through the limited view that the basket offers.

“So you have a few stretch marks on your skin, and maybe your hair doesn’t always go the way you perceive to be right… So what? We all have our hang ups! In fact, mine are like yours… I don’t like these silver lines I have around my arms, and I reckon I could lose a few pounds or….”

“No you don’t need to” I tell him. He’s definitely just saying all these things to make me feel better; he’s continued to talk too much now for me not be suspicious that this isn’t real… and how is a boy like this one able to point out so many negativities about himself? Seriously…

“Alright, enough of the self-loathing talks… Here’s an idea. Let’s tell each other one thing we like about the other… Do you want to start?”

I might as well… give him some extra time to come up with something for me… So I look up away from the ground finally and find myself playing along with this game. His intentions, I am unsure of, and the outcome, I’m more unknowing of.

“Alright then” I half smile to him, taking in his handsome features, already knowing my favourite. “That freckle you have on your nose. It’s cute.”

“Really? You think it’s cute?” he grins. “I quite like it to… So do you wanna know my thing?”

“Sure.”

“The thing I like best about you is that you’re here. That you moved in to the same house as me and that you’re odd enough to be sat in a trolley with me right now in the middle of the night and the middle of the street… Bonus feature: and you’re wearing my shirt”

I do really like this old shirt.

5 - 10 requests and I’ll create a part 2 since I do have a few ideas running in my mind as to what could happen next...

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kihyunswrath · 7 years

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Yoo Kihyun

Thoughts about Yoo Kihyun and his fans. 1837 words.

He looks himself from the mirror when he thinks you don't see him. There's a dim light in the hallway wall, illuminating the room with a soft, dark orange, creating deep shadows on his face. He puffs out his chest and takes a pose, but then exhales and moves closer, inspecting his face. He tries different angles, different expressions. He pouts, he grins, he bites his bottom lip. He squints his eyes, trying to look sexy. He pokes the pimples on his neck, just behind his jawbone. He ruffles and combs his hair and finds himself disappointed with every position his hair takes. He steps back, and after looking himself up and down, lifts up his shirt and feels his flat stomach with his palm, tensing his muscles to see if there's any progress. You can't see what he sees, but as he lets his shirt fold back to its original place, there's a sigh coming through his nose. Suddenly he's tiptoeing, measuring the view from the mirror with this new height.

Then he comes down and stops moving, and just looks. For a long time, like he was petrified by his own reflection.

Something itches the back of your leg, and you lift your other foot to scratch it. You pop a joint, and your place in the darkness is revealed. His eye-contact with his reflection breaks, and he turns. His eyes meet you, and there's a short pause there too.

But he smiles, lets out an awkward puff of air through his mouth and grabs his left arm with his right hand, trying to protect himself. He's embarrassed, and there's a small tilt in his head, as if he was afraid you would walk up to him and whack his head. Without speaking, he switches his weight from one leg to another, and then leaves, slipping into the darkness. You hear his bare feet stick to the floor with every step, and then he's gone.

You know what he's doing. You know he does it almost everyday, even when you can't see him, because you can hear the soft steps he makes. By the next morning, he most likely returns to his normal self, acting all confident, smart. He probably wakes you up by talking to someone through his phone, hastily eating something as he speaks. Whatever it is he eats, it probably turns foul in his mouth after his third, hungry bite, because he remembers all the details in his body from last night. But instead of that soft, doubting gaze he hides from everyone, there's a sharp look on his face, and he moves rapidly all around the apartment, picking up stuff, checking the mail, putting his plates to the dishwasher.

By the point he reaches your bedroom, you wouldn't guess he's still the same person than yesterday. He greets you, burps, changes to his jeans, looks for his face-packs and tells you he will have a long day today. He will go to the gym with someone. But in the weekend, he will book a spa for both of you. And he waves the mask packs in front of your face and tells you two can use them there.

And he laughs at something you say, and he tells you to keep your phone close, in case you need him.

Or he needs you, but he doesn't say that.

He rarely does.

After nagging at you for sleeping so late recently, he walks away and sings random parts of random songs as he dresses up, not only to open up his vocal cords, but also to make you impressed of his sharp tune.

He does his hardest to pass. He does his hardest to be a good boyfriend, a good man. He wants to protect you, so he refuses to let you go to a bar with your taekwondo friends late at night. He wants to show you how strong he is, so he gives you a piggyback rides at random moments. He brags you about the hours he spent in the gym or in the dance practice. He's proud of how fast he can chug down a water bottle after training.

And he's scared that he might change. Not only in your eyes, but in the eyes of everybody else, too. That they will see how he sees himself at night in front of the mirror.

He knows it might be stupid to think that, but at the same time he knows it isn't. He's been working for this for years, and this is the only thing he cares about. He's one of the faces representing his country, and he'd rather be a handsome, muscular man, than a tiny little boy with puffy cheeks and soft tummy.

And so he goes, and frowns against the wind outside. And by the time he's hopped to the company van, he's ready to punch the world broken if it means people will finally see him the way he wants to be seen.

He has yet to know that you don't love him because of his cooking skills, or his singing voice he gets paid for. You don't love him because he's a cute, short hamster boyfriend – a nickname that humiliates him – or because he acts so protective. You wouldn't love him more if you could see his six-pack, because it's not possible to love him more than you already do.

You love him because of how his skin and scalp smells after he wakes up. You love him because of the small suns that glisten in his eyes, you love the gleam of his tongue and teeth when he speaks, you love how his lips tense up form the corners when he stops laughing. You love how he jumps up and down when he's excited over nothing at all. You love him when you see him trying to act sexy and manly, you love him when he stops his acting and just walks around the room, his arms hanging loosely on his sides. You love him when he bursts out in giggles and throws his head back, revealing his silver tooth. You love him when he shaves his stubble in the morning, eyes still squinting from the bright lights. You love him when he bumps into things when he's tired, you love his frown as he focuses to read something, having changed his contact lens to normal glasses. You love him when he bites his cuticles, when he hooks up his legs and stares at the darkness, exhausted. You love him acting goofy, making weird sounds and wearing your stockings in his head. You love him when he walks around the apartment half-naked after shower, revealing his hairy calves.

You love to hear his mumbling voice as he lays next to you and reveals something embarrassing from his childhood. You love him as he drops the plant he bought for your birthday to the floor, soiling the white mat. You love him as he stands in front of the oven, astonished to see he has burnt the food. You love him as he protects you, and you love him when he realizes you don't need his protection, and he has to step back. You love him as he sits up in his bed with jumpy gestures, in the middle of the night, and starts complaining loudly about something. You love him when he parks the car in the parking lot with smooth turns, and then looks at you like he expects you to praise him. You love him when he turns mean and starts making witty comments about everything you do. You love him when he buys you things, but you love him even more when he forgets to buy those things and he stands in front of you, empty-handed, expecting to be scolded. You love him through his most insecure moments, and you love him when he flips the tables and starts acting like the most smug fratboy you've ever seen.

You love him unconditionally, and you'd like to shout it to him so much he'd turn deaf, if you thought it helped. You'd like to tell him he's not small, but even if he is, it's okay. That he's not unmanly, but even if he is, that's okay. That he's not ugly if he gains more weight, but even if he is ugly, that's okay too. That he's perfect the way he is. You would like to climb on top of him and lock him under you until you have succeeded to make him believe he's a completely normal human being with all his acne scars, wrinkles, moles, freckles, hairs, smells and conventionally unattractive body parts. And being a completely normal human being is the closest to perfection any of us can ever get. Being normal is not ideal, but it's real, it's concrete, it's stable, it's good.

You would do all that, and more, if you thought it would work.

And maybe it does, for a while. But then he has to step up in front of everyone, climb up to the stage, and right there, the ideas and representations matter more than real people. He can't be personal to all of them, he can't touch all of them, so he gives them an idea they all can accept. In front of the audience, he's just a face, body and a voice. And in order to make them look at him, he turns himself to a stereotype. To a list of features. To a bunch of pictures. To a scenario. To caricatures, to quotes. And then his audience resonates with him, and starts creating more material of him by themselves, because they might not know him as a person, but they do know the stereotype. Soon they know him better than he knows himself, or that's what they think.

In the end, you kind of wish you could make him step out of the stage, call him back home, tug him under the covers, kiss his temples. Shut the world up, close the door.

But at the same time, you know you can't do that, since without his career, you would have never known him. Without his career, you two wouldn't have met, and the mere thought makes you ache.

When you see his murky eyes the moment he opens the front door and stumbles inside, you know that the pain and anxiety he goes through is the very reason you can still wait for him, still stand there, right next to him.

So you don't stop him.

As you wake up in the morning, look at the spot right next to you and imagine Kihyun to be there, or at least somewhere very close, you realize that it doesn't really matter how sweetly you think of him. He's still just a picture, just a quote, just a floating thought. Just an idea he gave to you, or maybe you gave it to yourself. But he works hard to get closer to you every day, and you remember to be grateful.

#kihyun #yoo kihyun #monsta x #text #idk why i made this #maybe i just needed another therapy session for myself #kihyun is not easy to handle you see #english is not my first language so sry

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hivyn · 6 years

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all of them!

oh jeez, why omg

1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.

i was sitting in the theater and was so amazed by everything. I hyped myself up for it by reading the book and it was so worth it. I still love httyd.

2: Talk about your first kiss.

OOOH boi. It was bad. We just finished watching zootopia, the dude kept staring at me, but I was so into the animation and the end credits and wanted to see who did what because I am a nerd like that. Dude had to tap me on the shoulder and just went for it. I felt nothing. Just that i was kissed and mentally just went “okay that happened, but I wanted to finish watching the credits…”

3: Talk about the person you’ve had the most intense romantic feelings for.

yeeeeee,not really sure anymore, romantically because of a relationship would be my ex, romantically as in a crush, well, I am a pining dork who never follows through with things so, that would be a long list…

4: Talk about the thing you regret most so far.

Not following through on said feelings towards people. Probably would be a lot better off in that department.

5: Talk about the best birthday you’ve had.

It was a snow storm on my b-day again and we were trapped in my friend’s house for a week and we made the catch from scratch with the old oven they had. It was pretty neat.

6: Talk about the worst birthday you’ve had.

the superbowl and painting the house took priority.

7: Talk about your biggest insecurity.

I am really insecure about my body, and if whoever likes me is okay with it. I don’t have flawless skin. It is scarred and it is ever changing with certain things and I have been trying really hard to care for it, but I don’t think that will be much help. I want to be as pretty and I think I could be, but there are just some days where I don’t think that is possible.

8: Talk about the thing you are most proud of.

My family and friends (cheesy I know). They have done so many cool things and are still changing the world and growing and it makes me so happy to see them progress.

9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.

I have a lot of dimples when I smile. My eye lashes are really long. I have a bunch of teeny moles. I got a scar on my thumb that I like to rub.

10: Talk about the biggest fight you’ve ever had.

Me and my mom I think over my grades back in high school. I can’t even remember the details of it other than being upset.

11: Talk about the best dream you’ve ever had.

Pink vader pollypocket shows up as me and my friends and parading this mall/airport/smoothieshop/homedepot hybrid which led to a telekinetic fighting ring where my bestie at the time macked out with the dude who was winning for info as we escaped pollypocket-vader

12: Talk about the worst dream you’ve ever had.

A tornado took everything away that I loved while I was chained down. Then i was scared and alone on a glacier in a circus, but it was water instead of sand, as an orca bumped it a bunch to get me to fall in the waters.

13: Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time.

awkward af I imagine. I know a lot of stuff for it, but that isn’t going to help. My hair will probably be colorful or long though.

14: Talk about a vacation.

I went with my family to Puerto Rico. We saw the entire island and even some smaller outcropping ones. We went to the rainforest again. We saw all the varying shades of the ocean. Ate/drank coconuts. Enjoyed family time too.

15: Talk about the time you were most content in life.

I was just sitting in the living room with my family. I was on break, my siblings and I were just playing fantasy life, eating home made chex mix, watching horrible christmas romcom’s with our mom. Our dad was going to be home later. My cat was cuddled up into me. I really felt at home and safe.

16: Talk about the best party you’ve ever been to.

So I don’t go out much so I can’t recall.

17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.

They are really cute and sweet. I am so curious about them too. I want to talk to them, but when I get the courage they leave early or I get interrupted. I just want to know them better.

18: Talk about something that happened in elementary school.

We always went to the country fair as a class to see the firetrucks, some class activities. Holding chicks. Milking a cow. Pulling up potatoes. Go to the petting zoo. Etc.

19: Talk about something that happened in middle school.

I was friends with the science teacher’s granddaughter and was frequently bullied. So when one of my bullies went to the bathroom, while we were all sort of distracted, he put a fake piece of poop in her seat. She came back and flipped out. He said “You left us a gift in the toilets and on the seat? How generous”

20: Talk about something that happened in high school.

My computer tech teacher got out a blow torch and a screw driver and roasted some s’mores for us.

21: Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.

I was not feeling this one guy. He was sweet, but was not my type. He asked me out on a date and I said no. Then I saw him at a class reunion and thankfully my classmate sat next to me because dude would not stop staring and trying to change my mind.

22: Talk about your worst fear.

... I am scared of dying (? on the list really) I want to do so many things and love and cherish people and to just have that suddenly stop, I don’t know how I feel about it.

23: Talk about a time someone turned you down.

I don’t go out much, or date so it was pretty much, “want to get a coffee together” “not really, no” “okay see you”

24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.

My sister told me she was proud of my progress in my art.

25: Talk about an ex-best friend.

We just don’t talk anymore. I moved away and we stopped talking. I think about them a lot. I wonder if they are okay.

26: Talk about things you do when you’re sick.

Cuddle my cat. Drink tea or soda. crackers and soup are my diet for the day. sleep for ages. stay in bed.

27: Talk about your favorite part of someone else’s body.

I love when people smile. Their whole face lights up or crinkles and it is really amazing to see people happy.

28: Talk about your fetishes.

I wouldn’t know? Probably something vanilla??

29: Talk about what turns you on.

I am still figuring this out about myself tbh, and is super rare for me. Sometimes I just see a person and the rest of me is like “yes, that is good.”

30: Talk about what turns you off.

easy, noncon stuff.

31: Talk about what you think death is like.

Absence. Just a sudden hum in your ears. Everything is both light and dark. You feel weightless, as if you don’t remember what the rest of your existence was like. You are just there.

32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.

My yard from Oklahoma. We had an acre of land. Lots of exploring. We had several trees close to the house and a hill in the back that had a fence with horses. (May have shocked myself feeding said horses) We had a pretty little garden box surrounding the front door that lead to the driveway with clovers and various other flowers.

33: Talk about what you do when you are sad.

I hide away. I close myself off, I get quiet. I put on layers of clothes or at least conceal my face. I listen to sad music or something with a lull to it. I make sure no one is around so I can cry in peace.

34: Talk about the worst physical pain you’ve endured.

I bruised my hip or tailbone. Black bruising to the bone. I couldn’t walk. It hurt to sit down. I had to waddle everywhere, and even then I had pain shooting up my spine with each step. I couldn’t lean down or shift my hips to get comfy. Sleeping was impossible to do. I was shaking a bunch the first day with just moving.

35: Talk about things you wish you could stop doing.

Picking my face and scratching my neck. Nervous/bored habits die hard.

36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.

I love ghost adventures and spooky things, but I get so scared afterwards. I also love horribly cliche romcom’s. I also love to watch syfy cheesy movies or medical shows.

37: Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.

We were doing great too. We talked about the future. I had felt comfortable with them at the time. And then it changed, I didn’t feel comfortable anymore. It felt off, like a lie. I was hoping to feel something, but nothing happened. And I felt horrible about it.

38: Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.

Cheap Thrills reminds me of my friend Sparrow. Girl of Fire is my friend Tim. My sister is Here Comes a Thought.

39: Talk about things you wish you’d known earlier.

That I was going to be in school longer because of my major, or that my credits were worthless at this new university.

40: Talk about the end of something in your life.

My dog Highfive died back when I was in highschool. We had him for ten years and loved him so much, then he was gone. He got sick and it was just a matter of time, but it still hurt. I was the only one out of my siblings to go see him while he was not doing so hot. It was scary, but I am glad I got to say goodbye.

#coffeekina #asks #sorry this took long I have been busy

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twocatskissing · 7 years

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Random questions 1. Do you bite or lick ice cream? lick lick lick lick (i like) 2. What is home to you? where ever i feel comfortable. so..not necessarily my house all of the time, it depends who i am with. 3. What was the last lie you told? i ...dont know. i just went thru my texts and i can't recall. but i've lied several times today probably without knowing. 4. Does everyone deserve the truth? no. u dont deserve my ass honey! 5.What is the creepiest toy ever made? i'll think about it 6. Describe a moment in which you did something unacceptable in a bad situation. talk shit get hit 7. List two things that are more easily done than said. (No, I didn't mix them up.) literally anything work related. i hate explaining to people, i just want to do it myself, it's so much more easier. but this question is making my head hurt so i'm moving on. 8. When was the last time you worked really hard to achieve something? i worked REALLY Hard on print edition II 9. How many all nighters have you pulled? probably one? two? i'm not good at them 10. If humans didn't evolve to laugh or smile, how would we express our happiness instead? hugs. 11. How many romantic "things" or "flings" have you had? maybe...three? 12. What is your paradise? honestly where ever you are 13. What is your favorite background noise? (Ex. Water dripping, people talking.) RAIN NOISES. UGH. I LOVE THEM. I WOULD DIE FOR THEM. 14. How many hearts do you think you have broken? one, not including myself 15. What is the most important thing about electronics? What does this say about you? communicating. i think it says i suck at communicating in person. 16. Why do people care about celebrities? Do you care about celebrities? i care about celebrities because i aspire to be like them, and i enjoy learning about other's successes 17. What is the most annoying thing someone can do to you? i dont know how to answer this. anyone doing anything for me makes me so happy 18. Do you overexaggerate? What are the pros and cons of this? i do this a lot, i get it from my mom. i think it just makes me sound annoying. 19. Have you played any instruments before? Which instruments? no i'm a potato 20. Do you like taking selfies? Why or why not? i used to take them a lot but one week during 9th grade my self esteem plummeted and now i hate taking them. i think i am so ugly and unattractive. 21. List 3 things you like about yourself? i'm kinda emo rn so i cant think of anything 22. What is the best advice someone has ever given you? don't make mountains out of mole hills 23. Do you have what it takes to raise a child? Why or why not? HELL NO. i cant even take care of my damn self. even my pee is telling me my body is in serious danger. 24. How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day? i talk to sierra, practice a makeup look, or go to sleep really early 25. When was the last time you felt awkward? when i went out to starbucks earlier tonight i was in this really weird state where i felt really weak and off, i felt kinda awkward and bad 26. Are you introverted or extroverted? Or a mixture of both? im super introverted but i always like having one person with me, i don't like being completely isolated, but i hate having multiple people around me. 27. What constitutes a good friend? having conversations that never dry out, being there for you right on the spot, good hugs 28. Would you rather have a lot of friends to hang out with or just one best friend? i would want just one best friend, but i've come to realize that people i'll get super close with get really annoyed with me easily and that's not what i want 29. In a regular day, what do you not want to hear? that hetero shit. 30. What is your dream job? journalist at refinery 29 31. Is it better to be lazy but smart or hardworking but unintelligent? hardworking because from there you can build your skills 32. What is a truth about yourself that others find hard to believe? IM A VIRGIN 33. What have you always wondered about the other gender? why he so ugly. 34. Which fantasy world would you like to visit the most? what does this even mean 35. Describe the worst friend you have ever befriended. i don't want to hate them again 36. Imagine that you have switched bodies with someone you don't know. You can't switch back. What do you do? hope they aren't suicidal like i am 37. If you found the recipe for immortality, would you sell it or would you burn it? girl i'd sell that shit. need that college money. 38. What is the most important, applicable class you have ever taken? speech, bc u need speech to speech 39. Name the last book you read. animal farm 40. Imagine that you are unable to express emotion. How would this affect your world? BROOO i would say i would love this, but i would never be able to be with someone if i'm like that. no homo. 41. When was the last time you made the first move? ...Never 42. What is your opinion on electronic music such as dubstep or trap? it's ok :/. nothing is worse than country music, tho. 43. What was the last movie you watched? hidden figures 44. Do you like and appreciate your life? no 45. Do you like and appreciate yourself? No. 46. When was the last time you cried? on saturday 47. What are you scared of? rejection and thunder storms 48. What is the most embarrassing, cringe-worthy thing you have ever done? no let's not get into that tonight 49. What are some of your hobbies? makeup, editing stories 50. What is a superficial yet annoying mistake you constantly make? overthink and over analyze 51. Are you a good friend? What makes you a good friend? If not, what makes you a bad friend? i would say i'm a decent friend. i'm extremely loyal and supportive, but at the same time i will shut u out if i'm sad and be really clingy. 52. Do you honestly learn from your mistakes? no. same ol' mistakes - rihanna 53. What have you learned the hard way? she wasn't shit 54. What is the most important thing to have in order to attain happiness? friendship 55. Which medium do you use for expressing your artistic emotions? (Singing, writing, etc.) i write a fuckton l56. Are you a creative or a logical thinker? logical 57. What is the smartest thing you have ever done? get a job 58. What is your ideal meal? sushi 59. What is the worst thing someone could do on a date? tell me they're a republican 60. Do you like animals? Which kind is your favorite? DOGGIES 61. If you could turn one legal thing illegal, what would it be? discrimination against transgender citizens/denying access to preferred bathrooms 62. Do you have any guilty pleasures? i really like the kardashians 63. What is the best thing that the internet has ever created? the kardashians 64. Do you like playing video games? Which video games? i like playing overwatch when i'm at my dad's house but i rarely come over there 65. What is your opinion on beauty in today's society? do what ya want hoe 66. Are you a morning person? When do you usually wake up? i usually wake up at around 7:30 on a weekend but you won't find me walking around because i'll stay in bed until 10 67. Do you have a favorite Disney movie? Character? i love ratatouille, but my favorite disney character will be tiana from princess and the frog because i love her. 68. Would you rather live in the city or in the countryside? in the city. i want to live on a skyscraper. 69. Would you rather live near the ocean or in the mountains? near the ocean because beach towns are so cute. 70. What are the best things about winter? how it's not 1000387377227° 71. What scares you most about the future? rejection from colleges, and any relationships i attempt to peruse. 72. What makes you feel old? ratatouille came out ten years ago 73. How many hours do you spend on the computer or phone on average? 24 74. What are some of your New Year's resolutions? i don't make those they're annoying 75. What is your life story in 6 words? really really really really emo 76. Describe yourself in one word. ugly 77. What bad habits do you do? um it should say *do you have, but i guess i tend to put myself down a lot whenever someone compliments me. and if i'm having a bad day and someone says something mean that's suppose to be a joke, i start crying. 78. What genre of music do you listen to? everything except country 79. Most prominent childhood memory? my dad's last day before he moved out 80. Imagine if you had an older brother. If you already have one, what is it like? If you don't, how would this change your life? no thanks 81. Spirit animal? sloth 82. Do you believe in horoscopes? sort of? i didnt until i realized i hate capricorns 83. What is the worst advice you've ever been given? just stop being sad 84. List the 3 most important people in your life right now. that's hard i have a lot of people i care about so imma add one more -dana -sierra -sarahi -chloe 85. Favorite memory of your family. hmm not really 86. What do you look for in a relationship? someone who likes me back, loyalty 87. Do you have a role model? Why or why not? i don't pay attention enough to look up to someone 88. What is your opinion on social media? i love it 89. Are you a pessimist or an optimist? both, it depends on the environment 90. List some things that you think are overpriced? M👏🏼A👏🏼K👏🏼E👏🏼U👏🏼P 91. What is your worst memory or creepiest experience? well earlier today when i was closing this people stood out the door waiting for me to come out it was really weird 92. What superpower would ruin the world? being able to read minds 93. What is something you swore you would never do when you grew up, but you did anyway? date girls hdhshshns 94. What lessons have you learned from movies and which movies were they? girl i am too tired for this 95. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? i would go back to costa rica ❤ 96. How do you approach people? i dont. 97. What is your opinion on first impressions? what does this even mean 98. What are some things you did as a child that you no longer do? dance the cha cha slide. i'm too embarrassed to do it now. 99. What languages can you speak? english and most spanish 100. What do you think society will be like in 30 years? i feel like it'll be a lot more progressive. my 101. What do you do on your lazy days? i just lie in bed 102. What ended your last relationship? well as for my last real relationship it ended because i was really sad and so were they 103. Favorite food? sushi or chiles rellanos or hot wings 104. What is the most terrifying dream you've ever had? most of my dreams are terrifying in that i either get rejected or people leave. what's new? lol. 105. When was the last time you got seriously angry? like two weeks ago i read a text and i got seriously angry and had a suicidal episode 106. What was the last friendship you broke? i dont....know... 107. Do you have any pet peeves? i hate hearing people chew, or people talking over me 108. Who was the last person you gave a hug to? no one gives me hugs. 109. When was the last time you got seriously stressed? like this morning jdhsbsbsb 110. What part of your personality do you want to change? all of it. i want to be a cold distant bitch who is likable. i also want to get rid of my depression 111. Who is the most positively influential person in your life right now? everyone stay negative 112. What is your biggest motivation? this question is grammatically confusing 113. What did you want to be when you were little? a vet or a singer 114. What are some things that you are good at? im pretty good at my job, and doing reading/writing stuff 115. What is one thing you want to be good at? math 116. What distracts you the most, especially when you're trying to work? my phone definitely 117. How important is privacy to you? very. i hate nosy people. 118. If you could create one social norm, what would it be? don't be nosy kiddos! 119. What's the craziest lie you've ever told? i'm straight 120. What story do you like to tell about yourself at parties? i don't go to parties, but when i do i do not talk about myself, or talk at all 121. What is the lamest thing that you have seen someone do? ummmm i don't know how to answer this 122. What is the stupidest thing you've done to impress someone? i will spend all of my money on people or things to impress others, it's ridiculous. i'll pay for dinner if i'm trying to impress a friend, or just waste my money. 123. What is your morning routine? spray myself in rose water. get dressed. Maybe MAYBE do some makeup 124. What's the last thing you did that is worth remembering? taking photos with sierra 125. If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you? help i believe. i'm not doing anything shitty rn 126. What is your opinion on playing "hard to get?" i will honestly drop you so quick if you do that to me and i find out. i have no tolerance for that shit, i will not fall for it, and i will leave your ass. 127. What are the pros and cons of straightforward? pros: sends the message, makes things quicker cons: getting offended, no fun 128. What do you consider "leading" someone on? BROOO DONT SVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS SHIF WHERE DO I EVEN FUCKING START OHHHH NY GOODDDHDHDHSHS BITCHDHDHSHSBS IM SGEJSNSBSANSBSBBVSSBA 129. Are you the friendzoner or the friendzoned? both, but mostly zoned. 130. What do you admire most about your friends? their intelligence. i'm so jealous of them, but i admire it. 131. What do you admire most about your family? their strong work ethic 132. What is your opinion on "going with the flow?" it's so hard to do, no gracias. i need structure 133. Do you enjoy talking or listening? listening 134. When is it time to end a friendship? when it's causing deep painful and emotional harm to you, it's abusive in a sense 135. What is the worst excuse you've ever come up with? "i'm just stressed out" 136. If GPA didn't matter, what courses would you have taken? delta, so i could study hospitality and tourism dhshhsejsh 137. What are your favorite baby names? babies are gross 138. When was the last time you had a deep conversation with someone? when i went to the park with dana on monday 139. What instantly ruins a conversation? dry ass responses 140. Biggest turn ons and turn on offs. turn on's: buying me tonight's, hugs, touching, eye contact, laughing turn offs: distance, being ignored 141. Biggest disappointment. rejection by ******* 143. When did you last do something outside of your comfort zone? when i talked to wheatsville 144. Prized possession(s)? my costa rica ticket, my makeup collection 145. What is your opinion on second chances? it depends on what they did to fuck up 146. Text or call? text 147. What do you like about the 21st century? my phone 148. What advice would you give to yourself 5 years ago? don't date until ur mentally stable 149. How organized are you? ask sierra 150. Favorite mode of transportation. car

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