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do you think barou is a big gift giver 🥹
i think he prefers acts of service in general but gives thoughtful gifts for holidays
#return to sender#christmas your bday valentine’s day etc#he is pretty practical so i don’t think he likes too much like. material gift giving#he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s trying to buy you
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Hi there! Not sure if this has been done already but it’d be sick to get your take on what their zodiac signs might be :)
AHHH OK i love this!! here's a post for their birthdays but i'll still list their zodiacs!
BUT i'm not THAT familiar with zodiacs outside of silly stereotypes, and i chose a lot of their birthdays because of vibes (season, months, holidays, etc) rather than zodiacs... but i'll talk about some of my thought process anyway
also i gave some characters their canon bdays, and some i changed bc i cared more about vibes. LOL
Kate - cancer Tim - gemini Brian - aries Toby - taurus Natalie - scorpio Nina - aquarius Jeff - gemini Liu - gemini Jane - capricorn Jack - sagittarius Ben - sagittarius Sally - taurus Lulu - pisces Ann - scorpio Dina - virgo (aug 28 2008) Lazari - capricorn (dec 25 2011)
OKAY SO. kate, tim, brian, toby natalie, and lazari's birthdays are just their canon(or what wikipedia says lol) birthdays, so thats their zodiacs.. i think toby fits really well though, he's a stubborn bitch. natalie's fits well too cuz she's very independent. otherwise, no decision other than sticking w canon went into this
nina is an aquarius because i wanted her birthday to be Feb 13. cuz thats a day before valentines day, and i wanted her to always be short of love
jeff and liu are geminis because i wanted them to be the twins. i also chose lius birthday to be the first day of summer! just cuz i liked it
jane as capricorn because shes very driven, hardworking, smart, etc
jack as sagittarius because i wanted him to have a december/winter bday... and i thought sagittarius fit his past personality before the sacrifice
ben is also sagittarius. dunno why? im gonna change him to be a leo or libra cuz im lacking those two and he seems more summer/fall birthday...
sally is taurus cuz i wanted her to be born in may. cuz 'april showers bring may flowers' is a pretty phrase to me. and 9 is a pretty number, so may 9
lulu is a pisces cuz i wanted her to have a december/winter bday too. i just associate december with this deep navy blue that works for jack and lulu...
ann is scorpio cuz i wanted her to have an october birthday and scorpio just fit the vibe
dina is a virgo cuz i wanted to have a virgo and its ruled by mercury which i read something about being seen as the messenger for the gods, which is perf for dina. and the date is 28/8/08 which sorta resembles an angel number LOL. i WAS gonna make her birthday 1/11 or 2/22 but i already had enough of those zodiacs. we'll see if i move things around though!
lazari is a capricorn . i was actually gonna make her a capricorn before i realized her birthday is cannonically on christmas BECAAUUUSE capricorns are goats and goats are considered demonic etc etc.
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"About the Blogger" Meme
I was tagged by @razielim and I just had to. How could I resist?
Favorite Pseud: Fluke
Time Zone: EST
Star Sign(s): Aquarius sun - Sagittarius moon - Libra rising
Favorite Holidays: New Year's Eve and Valentine's Day (probably because it's right after my bday lolol)
Last Meal: Vanilla coffee :'3
Current Favorite Musician: T Square, The Arcadian Wild, Shadow Academy
Last Music Listened To: According to my phone, it was "Latchkey Cats" by Louie Zong
Last Movie Watched: I think it was Muppet Christmas Carol
Last TV Show Watched: Gurren Lagann!
Last Book/Fic Finished: Dracula by Bram Stoker
Last Book/Fic Abandoned: Harrow the Ninth hfgjkh I do want to read it. Something about it makes me struggle to retain any information about it.
Currently Reading: Nothing atm
Books/Shows/Movies/etc. You Want to Get Around To: I'm about to start watching Xena Warrior Princess for the first time
Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: OH! I been really into music theory as it applies to Movies, TV, and Video Games lately. Also also currently hyperfixated on Final Fantasy 14 and Half Life lore videos
Last Eureka, Breakthrough, or Neat Fact/Concept Learned: Fun fact I learned is that it's actually safer to roll over in a vehicle collision because it absorbs more of the shock into the car and not your body
Favorite Online Fandom Memory: Late night Kuroshitsuji RP on Furcadia *chef kiss*, laughing till I can't breathe in Sheith Empire, writing obscure anime crossover fic that somehow still gets comments on ff.net, my friends letting me make and present a 100+ slide PowerPoint summarizing the plot of the first 6 Star Wars films from memory
Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: I talk shit, but I would don my clown wig and crawl right back into VLD if they made more content. (ask me about how pissed I am the fandom whined until the comic was cancelled)
Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: the Oddworld games
Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For: I really want to make a visual novel but I have to learn a lot of new skills :')
Tempting Project You're 100% Going to Undertake: I would love to edit down and illustrate the Adventure Zone Balance to make it easier for new casual listeners to consume
Tagging: @red-madam @iambuggy @seasaltwish
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spamming questions bc it's fun 🔺, 🎄, 🍎, 🤍, 🍰, 😊, 🤔 !!
yayayyaya more questions abt aaaaaron :3c thank u for sending! 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? omg no. like, technically he has great knife skills but like. kitchen knife. he could probably not defend himself very well. the only thing he's ever punched in earnest is the Wall and that doesn't tend to fight back very hard. 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? HALLOWEEN! his bday is the day b4 halloween, so him and the gang usually do a combined halloween/bday party. he absolutely loves it. scary movies + getting drunk + costumes ... it has it all. valentines day is close second because he loves love and loses the idgaf war every day 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace? aaron was born and raised in boston! DEPENDING on what i finalize for my succ insert lore... he either lives there still (as he does in his original ocverse) OR he has since moved to NYC. he loooves boston and really really would miss it if he moved away. his housemates rent a nice place in cambridge and spend a lot of time in harvard square. aarons fave bagel place is black sheep bagels and if he did move he would bitch Every Single Day that no bagel could ever be that good (not true, nyc bagels ovi slam hard as well) 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? ooh questionable traits... + he gets bored easily. he's definitely a fun guy and likes to try new stuff, which is good. but he definitely gets under-stimulated easily. guilty of sometimes starting shit just for something to do. + aaron is veeeeery flirty. regardless of his relationship status he craves attention so so badly. he definitely likes to chat people up for fun and then hit them with the "...anyway me and my BOYFRIEND..." beam and then walk away + aaron has a very obsessive personality (outside of the ocd, which he also has). this can be good bc he is SO SO passionate about the things and people he loves. but ovi this isn't always a positive thing.
🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? aaron isnt a Huge sweets guy despite his love of baking (he moreso does it for other people). he loves bitter flavors (dark chocolate) and fruity flavors, so something like black forest cake would def appeal to him. he LOVES sour stuff, and can absolute demolish a bag of sour gummy worms at any time.
😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? career goals? he's not /super/ career motivated though. as far as goals, he just wants to have Fun. he is not a serious person, to a point. he wants to travel, try new things, live a life that leaves him with a lot of fun anecdotes to bring home to his friends. he really chases pleasure wherever he can find it, even if its fleeting
🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? + constantly fidgeting w his septum piercing, always scrunching his face up to mess w it + very fidgety in general, always messing with Something + incredibly sentimental. keeps all kinds of keepsakes like concert tickets, museum brochures, flyers (etc etc) in showboxes in his closet. + always has an airpod in listening to music. literally almost always + talks to his cat like hes a human and can understand him. gus knows all of his secrets...
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Lmaooooooo the way the beginning TRIGGERED my mom anxiety!!!!!!! I legit had to take a breath and be like “its not YOUR mom, jo, settle down” ajskfkjasfhjafh are they universally this ridiculous?!
Mom is working on Christmas eve, huh, gee, I wonder if oc will need…. Someone else’s….. company…. >_>
Omg laser tag bdays…. You just unlocked a core memory…
An architect nooooooooooooooooooo whats what he wantedddddd
Not the super target fuck capitalism!!!!
Omg the fact that she got butterflies over his silhouette in the window
Oh god no not justice beaver
Ofc you made him blond you’re a MENACE hali a whole menace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wondered about them late at night, when your ex was fast asleep next to you. – daaaaaaaaaamn I’m such a sucker for this ‘I still thought about you when I was with someone else’ shit ajsfhkjashfjahfhf
Jdsioahfasfh I love that as I’m reading her having her meltdown the first night my brain supplies, “she needs to take a hot shower, she’ll feel better” bc brain is like ‘that’s what helps us :)’ lmaooo good job brain, you did it
He nods and moves a cabinet, revealing the coffee maker. “Ta-da.” – he’s my entire dream
Lmaoooooooooooo this poor man is all happy to see her and the way she’s lashing out at him makes sense and I understand it but it’s also making me laugh because he’s soooo baffled by her jkadshkjasfha and he is an ANGEL for taking her bullshit in stride like that, my god
“Ugh, all of these movies are the same.”
And yet you make no move to turn it off or leave.
Big fat mood
It also means you don’t have to audibly admit that you were being weird and embarrassing with him in your kitchen. – I am in this picture and I don’t like it!!!!!!!!
“Jin will kill us if we keep this damn door open.”
Just as you step into the restaurant in full, the door clanging shut behind you, a familiar voice hollers behind the counter. “Yoongi, don’t keep that damn door open!”
Lmaooooooo I love them
The vinyl covering sticks to your jeans as you try to slide. You’re forced to hop your way into the booth – this is so rrrrrrrgh it’s your writing making me furious again like how you manage to grab these hyperspecific moments that we all know and recognize and just sprinkle them all over the place IM MAD HALI I’M MAD
I think a lot of things about you. – this again. I’m onto you, min yoongi.
“Does your insurance cover therapy?” -o iajfdoiasfkjafhkj haj ai SCREAMED nothing will ever be this amazing ever again oh my god
Yoongi is in a green sweater and jeans, the sleeves of his shirt wrapped around his hands – literally how dare you
‘it has a cool tree on it’nk kjahskjfhjaksfh look shes a baby once shes done being a porcupine!
“You look just like your father!” – oooooooooooooooooof that made my stomach hurt
Lmaooooooooooooo someone save yoongi.
THE HAND HOLDING UNDER THT E TABLE HALI NOOOOOO I AM ROLLING AROUND MY FLOOR CLUTCHING MY FACE ANDAOISJFAOIJF NO NO NAUSFHUAO OMG
People whistle behind you and Yoongi throws a middle finger over his head – I’m fucking obsessed with him
“I mean, yeah” – I HATE HIM hgfvytdfytfgliuohiyguyfgt lmaoooooooo
“Come for me, then. Fucking show me.” – do nOT goddamn LOOK AT me rn jesus christ
I think this is the reader I relate to the most of yours and I am……… um reflecting a lot on what that says about me lmaoooo
This was soso good – the familial bits were intense, yoongi’s softness and understanding were infuriating because I’m in love with him and I can’t have him, oc’s entire headspace was lol um very eye-opening for me lmao, the smut was DElicious, the ending was NOT cheesy it was exactly right for them, and honestly I’d love this couple to become a holidays thing, let’s see how they’re doing for valentine’s day – now that she has a few months under her belt, how much progress has she made, how are they, whats the situation… and then the next holiday…. Etc… >_> you don’t have enough to write already, I know lmao
F*ck Christmas | myg (m)
❆ Paring: Yoongi x f. reader
❆ Summary: Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog.
❆ Genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers
❆ Word Count: 23,466
❆ A part of A Hyung Holiday Collaboration
❆ Warnings: Reader is miserable to start this and isn't very nice to Yoongi because she has Feelings and unpacked issues, a lot of nostalgia, mentions of depression and depictions of anxiety, mentions of parent deaths (Yoonig's mom, readers dad), a lot of familial guilt, reader isn't always The Best, Yoongi's dad has some failing memory with old age, Yoongi and reader and their endless pining, cheesy and very contrived scenarios, explicit language, recreational drinking, explicit sexual content including, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving) fingering (f. receiving), Big Dick Yoongi, bodily fluids, established safeword, honestly emotional fucking ok, reader being a bit in subspace/overwhelmed during sex, cheesy as fuck ending
❆ Collab Masterlist
❆ faq | my masterlist
A/N: Holy shit this is finally done. It is days, late, about 10k more words than it was supposed to be because I couldn't shut the fuck up, and it is not my favorite thing I have ever written, but I hope that you enjoy it anyway, and that you find some comfort if you have a hard time during the holidays like I sure as shit do (which is why this fic is legit so late ijsdgkjng). Eternally grateful to M for being my mental crutch during this process, reading to make sure it doesn't suck and constantly assuring me I'm not writing a total car wreck. Super pleased to have been able to write with @here2bbtstrash @gimmethatagustd and @nabiolive so please please please make sure you check out their fics when they're posted (Jai's is posted now so GO READ!!!!)
The monotonous shuffle of feet, mechanical click of the baggage claim conveyor, and three-toned chime before a muffled and completely unintelligible airport announcement work together in tandem to make a grating symphony.
You spot your neon green, plastic suitcase drifting through the black flaps of the conveyer. As it nears, a cluster of people block your access, huddling and waiting for their bags right up against it. With an angry sigh, you navigate around them, throwing a glare as you reach for your back and haul it off the conveyor.
People who crowd baggage claim when their bags aren’t out are at the top of your travel intolerances, second only to people who clap when the plane lands.
Wheeling your suitcase toward the entrance as fast as you can, you look at your lock screen to see that your mother has blown up your phone with text messages.
[Mom]: Gate G
[Mom]: I’m at gate G
[Mom]: I still have the white Macaran. Gate G I am waiting by it.
[Mom]: What are you wearing? I will try to pull up closer.
[Mom]: They are asking me not to wait. Do you have your bags yet? Is it close to Gate G?
“For the love of Christ,” you mutter under your breath, shoving the device in your pocket.
The airport doors open, making a stuttering suction sound as they do. Cold air hits you in the face, making you flinch and squint.
Just near the column marked ‘G’ your mother waits in her white car, waving wildly when she sees you. Despite your temporary annoyance, you give her a tight-lipped grin as she climbs out of the car, running to you with hand motions signaling she wants your bag.
“Hi, hi!” she cheers, grabbing you quickly for a brief hug before making grabbing motions toward your bag. “Here, let me! Let me!”
“It’s fine,” you assure, trying to wheel the heavy bag away from you. You both end up wheeling it together, your mom refusing to let go of the handle until she’s opening the trunk and you’re hauling it into the back. “Thanks.”
Inside the car, the leather seats are heated and the hot air is blasting enough to threaten a nosebleed. You close the vents as your mother gets in, saying something you can’t hear over the blaring horns, slamming of her door, and fumbling with her seatbelt.
“What?”
“How was your flight?”
Awful. Long. Filled with absolute dread of the finality of your one-way ticket. Wondering if the movers had successfully delivered your shit to storage and dropped your car off at your mother’s house.
Naturally, you say none of these things. You offer canned responses with forced happiness that your mother doesn’t detect. She’s just happy to see you. The thought makes you soften a little.
Outside the world is covered in sheets of white. You know the winding roads well. Your mother talks about how it’s just the two of you for Christmas morning, but that she is volunteering at the homeless shelter on Christmas Eve. You take this in with a soft hum, eyes watching as you pass Mulberry street.
If you drive down another mile and take a left, you’ll be at Plaza Center, the mecca of your childhood with a movie theater, a Blockbuster turned Mattress Firm, Lucky Strike bowling alley, and a combination grocery store and liquor store where you used to huddle outside in the cold while waiting for someone’s fake ID to work.
Soft music plays in the background as the tires hum on the road. You pass by the newer additions to the town – Starbucks, Olive Garden, Longhorns – they’ve all replaced longtime restaurants and a laser tag place that you remember having three birthdays in a row at.
“Tired?” your mom asks, drawing you from trying to draw up the red brick houses from memory instead of watching them blur by. You hum. “You can take a nap later, get that airplane yuck off of you. Yoongi is working on fixing those damned cabinets. He ripped out the whole thing-“
“What?”
“What what?”
“Why is Yoongi in your house?”
Your mother blinks at you owlishly as she pulls up to the stop light. You realize suddenly that she’s in one of your father’s old sweatshirts from university. It cuts you like a knife as you readjust yourself in the seat, suddenly tense and griping the door.
“Min Yoongi still lives here?”
“Of course he does,” she scoffs and turns when the light changes. “Do you not keep up with him? You guys used to be such good friends.”
“Why is he at the house?”
“I just told you, he’s re-doing those damn cabinets. They had mold in them.”
For a moment, you just slow-blink at your mother. Min Yoongi is in her house – your house, now. You haven’t seen him since college. You knew he had moved back after school to help move his dad into a home, but he was supposed to leave once his dad was settled.
He was… well he was supposed to be a big-shot architect. You just assumed he was. It occurs to you that you can’t remember the last time you even looked at Yoongi’s social media, though that was more on purpose than you’d like to admit.
Who wants to see what their life-long crush is still up to after they’ve long stopped talking to you?
“So you had him do our cabinets? He’s an architect, not a contractor.”
“You really don’t know shit,” your mom laughs. “Yoongi took over his dad’s shop down on Miriam. Home Depot keeps trying to run him out, but most of us still like the comfort of Min’s Hardware. Plus, he spends the entire last quarter of the year building toys and the like for the children’s home and new chairs and furniture for the old folks home.”
You pause. “Is Old Man Min-“
It’s hard to bring yourself to finish the sentence. You remember the bleak affair of summer 09’ when Yoongi’s mother passed away, but you feel like someone would have told you if his father had passed.
Thankfully, your mother shakes her head. “Still kicking. Yoongi didn’t want to sell out to one of those land development companies, though. They kept trying to pressure him – they want to open up a Super Target – but he said no.”
“Huh.” You lean back in the seat as your mom turns down your street. There is a sense of trepidation as you pass rows of brick-and-mortar homes with nondescript cars in the drive. “Good for him. Fuck Target.”
“Yeah, well. I wouldn’t mind a target, but I certainly don’t want it to replace Min’s.”
A dark blue truck sits in the drive of your home. It’s hard not to focus on it, your eyes drifting from the swan-shaped mailbox to the giant blow-up decorations still wiggling, even covered in snow. The wind chimes are frozen on the porch and there’s a tarp on the swing set in front of the kitchen window.
The kitchen window, where you vaguely make out a shape with his back turned.
Butterflies erupt in your stomach. You have no reason to be nervous to see Min Yoongi and yet the thought of awkwardly walking into the kitchen like hey how are you threatens to make your demand your mom drive you back to the airport even though you have nowhere to go.
No home to go back to. No fiancé to-
Your mom shuts off the dark and slides out. She’s still rattling on about the developers buying up land and putting in condos and luxury apartments that no one can afford. You’re a beat behind her, slipping a little on the icy drive as you scramble out of the vehicle and retrieve your bag.
Inside your chest, your heart pounds against your ribcage. You keep glancing out the window, wondering if you’ll suddenly see Yoongi’s soft, sweet face. Kicking ice off her boots on the porch, your mother opens the door as she talks on, breezing in and to the side to take off her boots.
You step in awkwardly. Unfamiliar.
Everything in your view is the exact way you remember it, except suddenly… None of this feels like yours. Or like anything that has ever belonged to you. To your right, there is an open doorway that leads to the study – or the computer room as your dad chronically called it. It’s dark inside but you can see the indents on the carpet from the faded office chair, and the power-down Dell on the desk with multiple broken drawers.
On the right is a cubby where you can kick your shoes off and hang your bag. You follow your mother’s example and take off your boots, feeling in a daze as your eyes drift down the hall. There’s a set of stairs that lead to the second floor just beyond the door to the computer room, and the living room and kitchen open up at the end of the hall.
Christmas music and the smell of cinnamon float down. There’s a lump in your throat as your mom walks toward the living room – and ultimately where the kitchen is. And Yoongi. Who is apparently hammering at something loudly, from the sounds of all the banging that drowns out the sound of Michael Bublé.
“I’m gonna lay down,” you blurt before your mom can enter Yoongi’s line of vision. You’re frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, heart hammering. “The plane ride really exhausted me and I have a bit of a headache. Yoongi’s banging will make it worse.”
She frowns. “Well at least come to say hello.”
“I’ll see him later,” you assure her, moving toward the hardwood stairs and bending to pull up your bag. “It’s a small town, no big deal. Tell him I said hello.”
You’re halfway up the stairs when your mother says your name, irritation evident. You don’t respond, jogging the rest of the way. The bottom of your bag clips one of the stairs, making you stumble. You curse and recover before rushing down the right side of the hall, past the pictures on the wall and your open bathroom with the mermaid curtains straight into your room where you slam the door.
Leaning against it, you close your eyes and take a few breaths. In and out. In and out. Downstairs, the hammering pauses. You assume your mother is talking to Yoongi. Guilt eats away at you like a worm to an apple. You shove it down and walk into your room proper, trying not to think about how you want to avoid the man downstairs at all costs.
Collapsing on your bed, you flinch and grab the mattress, forgetting how springy it is as they twang under the sudden weight. Your room is exactly how you left it. Aquamarine walls, a sea turtle lamp, a horrible collection of Justin Bieber memorabilia including a lunch box you can’t ever remember using, and an old box TV with a tiny DVD player.
A broken lava lamp stands frozen in time on the white, paint-chipped dresser. You wonder if it even turns on anymore. The rolling closet door is open, empty save for extra sheets and towels and a couple of Vera Bradley duffle bags your mom never tossed out.
Everything is the same and yet… you have never felt more like a stranger in your own home.
Pulling the scale pattern quilt from under you to wrap yourself in, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, although the hammering downstairs starts once again.
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A knock on the door and your mom’s voice telling you to come eat dinner pries you from sleep. Your limbs feel heavy and your back and neck ache with the unfamiliarity of the springy bed. Your thoughts are honey-thick as you try to remember that you’re not in your apartment – your old apartment that is no longer yours – and that your ex is not with you.
Mouth dry and limbs sluggish, you manage to trek down the stairs, footsteps heavy and awkward. There's still Christmas music playing somewhere in the living room, but it’s at a manageable volume now. You try not to think about it too much, finding Christmas music particularly grating this year.
The smell of dinner drifts from the kitchen and your stomach growls viciously, reminding you that you only had cheese and crackers for lunch. You rub your eyes, entering the open concept area with the kitchen facing the living room and the dining room tucked on the side of the kitchen against the glass-paned windows that look out into the yard.
Your mom sets something on the table and straightens, gesturing to something on the island countertop as she says, “Will you bring those potatoes over, Yoongi? I keep forgetting them on the counter.”
Two things happen at once.
The first thing that happens is the slow-blink turning of your head, suddenly aware that a man is standing in your kitchen looking at you. Your feet glue themselves to the floor and your mouth parts a little in surprise and confusion that there is another human being in your house outside of you and your mother.
The second thing that happens is the surge of panic and curiosity slamming into one another, two rogue waves at war as they unsteady the sleeping waters of your mind post-nap. You feel the urge to turn on your heel and run back up the stairs, but you’re stuck staring at Yoongi, both terrified to see him and... well you haven’t seen him in a while. You’re curious.
Yoongi’s hair is blonde - a color he hasn’t had in years - with silky lowlights that look really good on him. Though most of it is tucked behind delicate, round ears that are decorated with his signature silver hoops, a few rogue strands fall endearingly over soft cat eyes. He’s broad in the shoulders, the material of his shirt pulled taught over the hint of biceps.
And Yoongi’s face – devastating as always. You always thought that he looked like a child of the moon goddess, smooth, milky skin with a rose-flushed mouth. His mouth as always looks soft, and as it breaks into a smile now when he sees you, it feels like the entire world might spin out of control.
“Have a good nap?” Yoongi questions. His voice is so much deeper, raspy, and soft, and nothing at all like what you remember. But it’s been how long since you’ve seen him? At least four years. Maybe five.
“Huh?” you can’t stop the words from leaving your mouth, your brain unable to connect the dots and form anything else.
Yoongi chuckles and ducks his head a bit, pink in the cheeks. He picks up the glass dish of potatoes that your mother asked for, rounding the island and putting it on the dining room table. He moves in your childhood home with ease, returning to the kitchen and popping up a drawer for a serving spoon.
“Jet lag, much?” that teasing tone of his is still there and you suddenly remember being in the ninth grade, hiding your face in your hands because he was poking fun at you for something innocent. “I don’t bite.”
“Why are you here?” Again, you’re unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth. This time, however, you have enough sense to realize how rude it sounds. Swallowing past the rapidly forming knot of anxiety, you move toward the table. “You don’t have a headache from all that hammering you’ve been doing?”
Yoongi shrugs and sits down at the table across from where your mother has seated herself, pouring a glass of red for herself. “You seem to have slept through it fine.”
“Yeah, well.” You sit down next to your mom, suddenly feeling defensive. “A five-hour flight will do that to you.”
Yoongi hums, agreeing as he glances up at you again. You’ve had dreams about those damn eyes, written about them in childhood diaries. Wondered about them late at night, when your ex was fast asleep next to you.
Thoughts and memories of Min Yoongi paint several parts of your life. Childhood crush. Close friend. The subject of your dreamy sighs. The crush had worn off around college, but there was always that something when you looked at him. Perhaps the acknowledgment that he was impossibly beautiful and charming.
Or maybe the inescapable fact that you might always harbor something extra for him.
Averting your gaze, you clear your throat and grab the bottle of wine from your mom, pouring a healthy amount. “Why are you ripping out the cabinets anyway?”
“There was mold in the back of them.” He accepts a plate of meat from your mother. “I came over to help your mom pull down that bone china she keeps hidden away and found it.”
You glance at your mom. “You couldn’t use a ladder?”
“You try having old hips,” she huffs. “Yoongi isn’t that far. He’s a doll and he’s always a phone call away.”
There is nothing wrong with Yoongi helping your aging mom. At least, that is what you tell yourself as she asks Yoongi about a TV show both of them have been watching. You fill your plate and listen to them, hovering on the edge of a conversation you can’t contribute to.
“And then she had the nerve to act like she was holier than thou,” your mother agrees, shaking her head. “The Greens are going to get theirs, now that Alicent was exposed for a snake.”
Yoongi snorts. “I don’t know, no one ever gets punished the way we want on that show.”
“Who is Alicent?” you ask, dubious.
Both of them look at you. Your mom waves you off with a roll of her eyes at Yoongi. “She doesn’t watch TV. I’ve been begging her to watch for weeks now. Thankfully you caved in.”
“I just don’t have time for TV.”
Your mom pats your hand delicately. It doesn’t feel comforting like it should. “I know. Thankfully I can gossip about it with Yoongi.”
They seem comfortable. Your mom laughs as Yoongi rants about some character arch you have never heard of. You watch as your mom cuts into her steak alongside him, handing him sauce for his diced pieces. He thanks her easily, not missing a beat as he uncaps it.
Suddenly, you feel like a stranger in your own house. All this time you’ve been living on the other side of the country, Yoongi has been here doing... whatever it is that he does. Making himself comfortable in your home. Filling a space for you. And now that you’re here, it’s like you don’t exist.
No one asks you how you’ve been. No one asks for a single detail about your life. Whether it’s out of pity because they know you’ve been left out in the cold with no home, no fiance, and leave from work because... well they felt bad that you were cheated on and booted from your apartment.
It's like you don’t exist anywhere. You don’t exist in your mom’s life. You don’t exist in Yoongi’s.
And it drives you mad.
You get up abruptly from the table, startling both of them. “I’m feeling ill,” you mutter tightly. You’re moving away from the table as your mother sputters, surprised. “I’ll try to eat later, I’m going to lie down.”
“Do you need help up the stairs?”
Yoongi’s question and concern seem genuine. It makes the sudden gnawing feeling inside of you even worse. “No,” you snap. “Enjoy your dinner and conversation.”
They both call after you as you turn and hightail it out of the kitchen and toward the steps. Everything feels blurry and the tightening of your threat is the only warning of sudden tears. It feels silly and pathetic, to suddenly be worked up into a frenzy over – well you’re not really sure over what. But it doesn’t sting any less, whatever this sense of feeling left out is.
Crawling into your bed, you pull the covers over your head just like you used to when you lived here last. The tears burn hot down your face and you press the heels of your hands into your eyes, as though you can grind the tear ducts to dust.
You hate being home. You hate that it doesn’t feel like home. But most of all, you hate that at the height of your misery and embarrassing life, Min Yoongi now has front row tickets.
Somehow, you manage to sleep.
-
The sound of thunder wakes you up in the morning. No, it’s not thunder. Thunder comes and goes in slow rolls of sound, fading, and building in a gentle percussion. This is the constant booming of something bang bang banging in a repetitive pattern.
Irritation drags you from sleep. You peel the covers from over your face, blinking and groaning in the morning light that filters through the curtain. Crust forms in the corner of your eye. You rub furiously until you see colors explode behind your lids.
Blinking until your room swims into view, you stare up at the ceiling a little longer until you remember that you’re in your childhood room. And that the loud banging sound coming from downstairs is probably Yoongi.
The sticky, nasty feeling from last night curls inside of you again. Less potent, but still there. Looking back on it, you feel a little dramatic. Watching Yoongi and your mom exist in a space so easily without you while you were there triggered a sliver of guilt you had been nursing since you decided to move home.
Even now, you ignore the feeling as you slip down the stairs and toward the kitchen. The hunger is demanding and ever-present, and though you’re unsure you want to face Yoongi again after last night, you can’t ignore the dizziness from lack of food.
Sunlight filters in through the kitchen window. Dust motes float in the air, suspended in gold light. There are pieces of wood and metal piles of hinges and knobs, screws rolling across the counter, and plastic-wrapped pieces of hinges and bolts, but it’s still your kitchen.
There’s still white backsplash against the sink with a yellow duck soap dispenser. There’s a black fridge with chip-clip magnets holding up pictures of your family, your graduation photos, and drawings that you created as a child. The island countertop is buried in Yoongi’s supplies, but you imagine that if it weren’t, there’d be fake fruit in a basket with mugs full of tea gone cold.
Today, Yoongi is in a black, oversized t-shirt, and a beanie. There’s a small speaker next to him, Michael Bublé singing clearly through the kitchen as Yoongi slides a shelf into one of the newly constructed cabinets.
“You really like Bublé.”
Yoongi flinches, turning around to see you hovering and hesitating near the kitchen counter. He grins a little, wiping his hands on his pants. His blonde hair just barely peaks out from underneath the beanie and his face is flushed red as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans back on the counter. There are dark circles under his eyes, but he otherwise looks beautiful first thing in the morning.
“I like Christmas music,” he offers with a shrug. “Tis the season.”
“Hmm.” Your eyes scan the kitchen. “Is there a way to make coffee in this mess?”
He nodes and moves a cabinet, revealing the coffee maker. “Ta-da.” You huff once in laughter before going to your fridge in search of creamer. You sense Yoongi’s dark gaze on you as you do. “How are you feeling?”
“Hmm?”
“From last night? Feeling better?”
“Oh.” You shut the fridge and avoid his gaze. “Yeah.”
He hums. You flick the lid on the coffee and pause, looking around the kitchen for one of the pods to make the coffee. Yoongi leans over with a chuckle and pulls open a drawer, revealing rows of neatly placed Keurig cups.
“Thanks,” you say flatly.
“Mhmm.” You pop it in and turn the machine on. “How long is your cabinet project going to take?”
“I’ll be finished by tomorrow. Why? Want me gone that bad?”
“You’re loud.”
“Comes with the nature of the job. Sorry, usually no one is here in the morning. Your mom is at the park.”
“Since when does she go on walks?”
He shrugs, dubious of your confusion. “She always goes on walks. Jeez, you have been gone a long time.”
“So what?” You snap, arms crossed. “You know everything about my mom now?”
“I spend a lot of time with her. I help her around the house and she brings me lunch and makes dinner sometimes. I keep her company.”
Tension creeps into your shoulders and neck. Pressing your mouth into a firm line, you turn your back to him, unable to make eye contact as the little sliver of guilt in you strikes at him, viper quick. “Cause I wasn’t here to do it, right?”
“That isn’t at all what I said.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Your name leaves his mouth with a sigh. “Have I done something to upset you? You haven’t seemed keen on me being here since last night. I was excited to see you after all this time and catch up.”
“I wasn’t gone that long.”
“I mean it’s been five years-”
“Sorry I left town because I had a life. I get it, I left home and left my parents here and my mom has been lonely since my dad passed. You’re a knight in shining armor, I get it.”
“What?” You ignore looking at him, despite shuffling closer to you as you pour creamer into your coffee. You feel a nasty tension in your throat. Somewhere, you know that you’ve launched a hate campaign against Yoongi within twenty-four hours of being home. And yet you don’t look at him. “I - wow. Okay, I didn’t think that of you at all. We seem to be on wildly different pages, why would I ever think that?”
Before you can answer, the front door opens and closes. Your mom's arrival has you slithering toward the kitchen’s exit, throwing Yoongi a glance. His frown is deep and genuine concern flickers in his eyes. “I don’t think that,” Yoongi ventures again, trying to keep you in the conversation. “I think a lot of things about you, but that isn’t one. This conversation has really gotten away from me, can we start over?”
“It’s fine,” you mutter. “Sorry for assuming.”
Your mom waves, shrugging off ice-covered boots and a jacket at the door. You wave and rush out that you’re going up for a shower to wash off the airport funk. She waves you off and grins, heading down the hall and launching into a conversation with Yoongi.
A nasty feeling trails you up the steps. You don’t even make it to the top of the stairs before you already know you’ve been irrational, emotional, and completely out of line. But seeing Yoongi after all this time, seeing the way he’s there for your mom in ways you aren’t, and nursing wounds of moving home against your will and plans… it’s a lot to swallow.
In your room, you sit on the bed with your coffee on the nightstand, head dropped into your hands as you cry. It’s been coming all night. It’s been coming since you caught your ex in the apartment with another person. It’s been coming since you were no longer what they wanted in mind, body, and soul. It had been coming since you were asked to leave the apartments because you had moved in - not the other way around.
The pain festering inside of you for the last two and a half weeks isn’t Yoongi’s fault. In fact, part of you is surprised that your grief and guilt at dedicating the last five years to someone who you didn’t even like that much and who has now cheated on you has surfaced in the face of Min Yoongi.
It isn’t his fault that you rarely came home to start. It isn’t his fault that after Christmas two years ago, you didn’t want to come home at all. Didn’t want to be in a home without your dad. Didn’t want to be in a home that wasn’t in your new city, away from old failures, away from old hurts. Didn’t want to be in a home down the street from the Mins.
“Jeez,” you laugh at yourself, no mirth evident. “What better way to kick off seeing Yoongi again?”
-
Yoongi finishes the cabinets the next day and you manage to avoid seeing him again, unsure how to fix the weirdness.
A few days later, you come down to see your mom on the couch, tucked into a flannel-patterned blanket, and watching Hallmark movies. You cringe at the thought of poorly budgeted, badly scripted movies. Your mom, however, has always loved them. And your dad always watched them with her.
Something softens inside of you. You can’t remember the last time your ex willingly watched anything they were uninterested in for your sake. Perhaps because they had long been fucking someone else.
Shaking the thought from your mind, you trail to your mom, slipping wordlessly onto the couch and pulling an extra blanket over your legging and socks. Your mom shoots you a wide grin, eyes crinkling at the edges. She reaches over, patting your hand and squeezing it before settling in, keeping her hand on yours.
Though you turn to the TV, your eyes sting as you try to focus on the plot of a newly single woman who has moved back to her sleepy hometown during the holidays. Naturally, there is a storied past with the beautiful but sensitive male lead who owns a failing bookshop. It’s unsurprising when the female lead takes a job there unwillingly, and you watch
“These are very cheesy,” you observe, watching as the two leads fall in love over clumsily spilled coffees, one full of Christmas cheer and one that hates Christmas. “Why do you like them so much?”
Your mom shrugs. “They always have a happy ending, they’re easy to follow along, and they fuel that little hope that the holidays have something a little special.” She looks at you when you grunt and she sighs. “I know you haven’t had very good holidays the last few years. But you used to really enjoy them.”
“They’re just… too much. It’s just another day.”
“Hmm. They mean a lot to some people, though. Take Yoongi for example - he’s doing extra work at the shop selling wares, making pieces for Christmas, and trying to finish making toys for the children’s home this year. He hardly sleeps.”
You think about the dark circles under Yoongi’s eyes that morning. “That’s a lot.”
“He could use the help.” She glances at you from the corner of her eye. “You know where the shop is.”
“Yeah.”
Morning fades into afternoon. You find yourself shaking your head around a mouthful of a sandwich with crunchy chips in the middle as your mom settles next to you, placing a glass of iced tea on the table. Your legs are crossed and you lean forward to press greasy, chip fingers into the paper towel you’re using as a napkin.
“She is so stupid if she doesn’t believe him,” you mumble around your mouth full of food. “Like hello? He has no reason to lie to her.”
Your mom's laughter fills the room and she shrugs. Somehow, you’re on your third Hallmark movie, and you haven’t managed to move or do anything productive with your day, like unpacking your bags or looking at the computer room full of the shit that the movers delivered to your mother’s house now that you don’t have a house.
“If she believed him,” your mom says with a sip of tea, “Then there wouldn’t be any drama. And without drama, there would be no movie.”
“Ugh, all of these movies are the same.”
And yet you make no move to turn it off or leave.
When you finish your sandwich and settle back, full and bloated, you realize that you’re rather enjoying just a day watching cheesy movies with your mom. Even if they hit a little close to home on the narrative of your current situation.
But no - you’re different. Your life is real, and you’re stuck without a home and without a place to go. Clenching your jaw, you force the memories and the words to leave. You don’t want to think about the way your ex gently asked if you had somewhere else to go. You don’t want to think about the words I’m sorry. I love you but I’m not in love with you anymore.
I mean, you weren’t either but… marriage still seemed like an okay option. A good social move. Something you’d be content with, even if you weren’t head over heels in love.
“Here,” you hold your hand to her for her empty plates. “I’ll do the dishes.”
Getting away from the TV gives you a second to breathe. The rush of the faucet drowns out the sound of the TV, warm water rushing over your fingers as you run the plates underwater.
Outside, the world is a blanket of snow. You can see Mr. Park across the street shoveling the drive as his wife gets into the car, the taillights kicking on. The grass is frozen, a sea of ice and frozen Christmas decorations.
In the drive, your car is parked next to your mom’s sedan. She hadn’t mentioned that it was delivered, but you don’t know where you would go anyway. You don’t really have any friends to visit. At least, not anyone you’ve kept in touch with enough to call up and go to lunch.
The absence of Yoongi’s truck reminds you that he had been working on the cabinets, drawing your eyes to his craftsmanship as you flip the sink off. With dried hands, you brush your fingers over the lightly stained wood. It’s smooth and cool to the touch, the curves and indents artfully done.
Yoongi had always been an exceptional artist. His passion has been in buildings and even interior design, but you’re not surprised to see that he’s as easily a handyman and woodworker as he is anything else.
You think back to what your mom said about him, alone for the holidays and working hard. A sour taste sits heavy on your tongue as you think about your barbed words.
Chewing the inside of your cheek, you lean against the counter and pull your phone out, flipping through social media until you find his page. There isn’t much in the way of family and friends, but there are plenty of photos of new projects and a beautiful black cat.
I was excited to see you after all this time and catch up.
Heaving a sigh, you push off the counter and announce that you’re going to get dressed to run a few places, telling your mom to make you a list if she needs anything.
Getting dressed is harder than you expect. The urge to crawl back into bed and go to sleep almost wins out, but you somehow manage to pull on the jeans and thick sweater, followed by a scarf and jacket.
There is something empty and strange about the motions. It feels like you’ve forgotten the movement, the slide of clothes foreign to your skin. After two weeks of making phone calls and arrangements for an over-priced hotel bed, you supposed you haven’t gotten dressed much recently.
Picking up the list from your mom and giving her a kiss, you’re out of the door, glancing down at her slanted script. You huff, laughter cut short by the bite of cold wind. Of course everything she needs is from Min’s Hardware, though you had been planning to go by there anyway.
With a deep breath and squared shoulders, you get in the car and think about how the hell to apologize to Yoongi.
-
Min’s Hardware had its first building expansion when you were in tenth grade. You remember how excited you were when Yoongi told you that his parents bought out the recently emptied arcade next door to add a lumber department. Even in tenth grade, Yoongi had sketched out aisles and systems for the store, layout after layout of the most functional way to accommodate the expansion.
Before opening day, the two of you and some other kids in the neighborhood had run through the aisles, the smell of cedar and pine and fresh sawdust so wonderfully potent it made you dizzy. Yoongi specifically had shown you the different types of wood and pliability, explaining what he would use each for.
By then, it was summer heading into eleventh grade and he had already decided he wanted to be an architect. He had insane drawings for new shopping centers the next city over, and wild renderings of his dream buildings full of avant-garde but functional structures.
From the parking lot, you can see that Yoongi still occupies the same two spaces Min’s has stood in since tenth grade. Except now it shares a parking lot with a Starbucks and Chipotle building, melded together. The line for coffee snakes around the building into the empty parking lot in front of Min’s, a mismatched creature of metal and purring engines.
Icy ground makes you slip a bit before you steady yourself on the door handle, gasp stuck in your chest before you can breathe out slowly, confident that you won’t slide and bust your ass.
From the outside, Min’s looks both the same and different. There is a new sign above the store, now with its own light humming in the dark, gray winter sky. Tinted windows prevent you from seeing inside entirely, but you can see the faint outline of racks as you approach.
Standing in front of the double doors, you suddenly feel the urge to spin on your heel and run in the other direction. If the inside still looks the same, though, the counter is right next to the door, which means if Yoongi is there, he can see you.
Standing. Staring. Looking at the cold, metal handle of the door and not doing anything.
“Rip the bandaid off,” you mutter to yourself.
Yanking the door open startles you, the bell on the door chiming wildly with the force of your pull. It’s the same bell that was here when you were a teen, and a tingle slithers down your back at the memory.
It's warm. The smell of mixed wood hits you, soothing and fresh. To your left is a counter with an elderly gentleman reading a book. He looks up behind the POS system, grinning at you. He’s dressed in a long sleeve shirt with a festive sweater to match the Christmas soundtrack playing over the speakers.
Your eyes flicker to his badge and you fold your lips to stop the giggle that threatens to escape when you look at his name tag: Elf Ian.
“Good afternoon, miss!” he greets, shuffling behind the counter. There’s no one else in the store as you crane your head away from the register, looking at the rows and rows of hardware and things for sale. “How can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m looking for Yoongi?”
“Mr. Min is back in the carpentry section. I can take you there.”
You wave him off with a smile. “No, that's okay, I know the way.”
“Really? You’ve been here before? You look like a new face.”
“It’s been a while,” you admit, admiring the layout of the store, each of the towering metal shelves marked with aisle numbers and departments: electrical, flooring, lighting, hardware, paint, heating and cooling, and so on. It’s not as comprehensive as a Home Depot or a Lowe’s, but Min’s has everything that a small town needs. “Back and to the right?”
He nods with a smile.
The Rockettes play overhead as you wander toward the back of the store. You take the paint aisle, admiring all of the colorful paint swatch papers. Your shoes scuff on the floor, speckled with some paint splatter near the spray section as though some kids got into the supply.
You distinctly remember Yoongi accidentally spraying a bright pink into the air once.
All of the pricing is written in neat, slanted handwriting on thick brown pieces of paper. You pause at the end of an aisle, reaching out to press a finger against one to trace the letters. You recognize the font from years worth of scribbled and pressed flat architecture designs.
The carpentry section has rows and rows of wood of different shapes, sizes, and variety. Behind all of that is a sizable desk for specialty services, and you know that the door leads to a room that houses Yoongi’s woodworking shop. It had once been the bowling alley section of the arcade before Old Man Min bought out the unit.
No one mans the tall, L-shaped desk. There are several binders with types of wood, types of stains, project ideas, samples, and frames. You smile when you see some you recognize, the peeling plastic of the front evidence of old age.
A large counter behind the desk has a few wrapped items that Yoongi must have to be shipped or picked up. There’s a cup of coffee that looks like it’s gone cold, a jar full of wrapped mints for the taking, and a small button that says ‘push for service’ next to the POS system.
Swallowing thickly, you press the button. An automated chime echoes from behind the wooden swing door that leads to the woodshop. Before Yoongi took over, his father used to make furniture, fill custom orders and make repairs. It’s no surprise that Yoongi has opted to take over this portion, especially if he’s making custom orders for the children’s home.
The door swings open, breaking your trance. Yoongi pulls up short, eyebrows raise as he wipes sawdust from his apron. He’s in a sweater and jeans today, the sleeves pushed up to his elbow to help him work and his blonde hair shaggy and a little unruly. The pink sheen on his cheeks and nose is all you need to know he had been working pretty hard.
“Hi,” he offers tentatively, looking you up and down. You hate that he looks so guarded. “Coming to custom order a rocking horse?”
You grin. “Actually I was wondering if you did chairs?”
“Hmmm.” He shuffles toward the counter, dropping his hesitance as he leans on his elbows, a sideways smirk on his face. Despite everything, it makes your stomach flip. “We do all kinds of chairs. Rocking, dining, bar stools, even church pews.”
“Wow, Min’s really is the best and where expectations are beyond the Minimum.”
Yoongi groans and covers his face with his hands, flushed pink as you laugh at him. “That’s not even our jingle anymore, okay? I was a kid when I came up with it.”
“I thought it was cute!”
“Yeah, you thought Jackson was cute in the fifth grade too.”
“Isn’t he on his third kid?”
Yoongi gives a loud laugh. “Sixth, Miss I Failed Algebra Twice. He and Jiah have their hands full, I just dropped off a new crib yesterday.”
You whistle, crossing your arms over your chest. Yoongi looks at you, eyes glittering as he smiles. It does something to you, to see your childhood crush here and happy. It’s at such odds with where you are in your life that you don’t know what to make of it. Even Jackson is married and happy with kids.
“Impressive. You do a lot.”
He hums in agreement and stands up to stretch. “Holidays are always a demand. I’m just trying to keep up to make everyone’s Christmas magical.” You scrunch your nose at that and he frowns. “What?”
“Why does Christmas have to be extra special? It’s just another day.”
He beckons you to come around the counter and to the back as he turns to head for the swinging door. “Come on, Scrooge. Let me spread the magic of Christmas and lead you on your journey to redemption.”
Ignoring the ‘employees only’ sign on the waist-tall swing door that leads to behind the counter, you scoff and roll your eyes. Yoongi stands in the doorway leading to the back, propping it open with a foot for you. As you pass him, the bright light of his shop and the smell of wood stain and chemicals hits you instantly.
“What do I need to redeem myself for?”
He lets the door swing shut and follows you in, taking the lead as he heads towards a table filled with goods. “For whatever you feel like you need it for.”
Yoongi’s words feel ominous and tug at your heartstrings. You suppose you do feel the need to make up for picking a fight with him. Which is why you ended up here in the first place, despite your mother’s list.
The shop is a little different than you remember it, but some things are the same. There are giant slabs of wood to choose from in neat shelving, massive wood-cutting machines and saws with warning labels and plastic cards over serrated metal, tubs of chemicals to cleanse wood and shelves of bottles of different liquids for all of Yoongi’s processes.
At a young age, you were never allowed back in the woodshop. The first day Old Man Min had finally let you come around the corner was just as magical as it feels now. It’s large and daunting, with all of the unfamiliar machinery and the loud hum of an air compressor near the back of the shop.
A wireless speaker stands on a cluttered counter, blaring holiday tunes over the whine of the compressor until the machine kicks off and it’s just the echo of Grandma Got Ran Over by A Reindeer.
“It’s weird being back here again,” you murmur, eyes sweeping the toys and pieces of furniture Yoongi has on a table with a laminated sign: children’s home. “You’re really making all of this yourself?”
“Mhmm.” He leans against the table, crossing his arms. “Someone has to. They needed extra toys this year but specifically, some serious upgrades to the rooms of the residents. I’m doing what I can, free of charge, of course.”
“You’re a saint.”
He puts his hands together in mock prayer and bats his eyes before you break out into laughter. He shrugs and murmurs, “Just someone who wants to help. They deserve good furniture year-round, but especially on the holidays.”
“Since when do you like the holidays so much?”
“Since I’ve started spending them alone.”
The answer hits you in the gut. Hard. You stop admiring the shop to look at Yoongi. There’s a soft openness to his face that unnerves you. Brutal honesty offered in exchange for nothing. No expectation for you to share, but proof that he has enough trust for you - however unearned - to just admit what he feels out loud.
That kind of introspection and understanding of self terrifies you. So instead of sharing something of yourself or offering a gentle word to communicate that you get it, or you’re sorry, you gesture to the table where he has carving knives and pieces of wood. “What are you working on?”
If your shift in conversation bothers him, he doesn’t show it. Yoongi rolls with your stilted punches, turning and walking to the table. “Working on carving some designs into the drawer faces for these nightstands I made.”
“They’re beautiful.”
And they are. Flowers and vines curl on the edges of the wood, perfectly placed in the four corners of the slab. You reach out a hand and hesitate, looking at him to ask permission. He nods and you press your fingers along the grooves he’s carved, following the rough cuts, careful not to get a splinter.
“You’re still artistic as hell.”
“Thanks. It’s hard on my hands and then I have to sand them all with paper to get into the small details which is hell.”
You chew the inside of your cheek. His words about redemption echo in your head: for whatever you feel like you need it for.
“Need help?” He looks at you, surprised by your offer. You’re a little surprised too, but the way that you snapped at Yoongi haunts you and there’s something… else that is gnawing at you and has been since you saw him in your kitchen that first night on your return. “I’m serious.”
“If you want to sand some of these down…”
You nod. “I think I remember how. Do you still keep the sandpaper in that Husky drawer?”
He gives you a crooked grin and nods. “Oooo she remembers. I’m honored.”
You feel warmth in your cheeks. “Tell me what needs to be sanded. I’ll do my best.”
With a smile larger than what you probably deserve, Yoongi quickly rehashes how to hold the sanding paper, the technique he wants you to use, and assigns you a pile of drawer faces. With your project in front of you, Yoongi goes back to his own thing, the steady hammer against his carving tools drowning out any thoughts swirling in your mind.
At first, it’s slow going. Your shoulders are tense and you keep glancing at Yoongi, a little nervous and wondering why you offered to help. It wasn’t what you had intended to do when you walked into the store, but it feels like the best way to say sorry.
It also means you don’t have to audibly admit that you were being weird and embarrassing with him in your kitchen.
Time passes and the tension in your shoulders begins to bleed out. The scritch scritch scritch of the sandpaper in your hands is soothing, the repetitive motions creating a soft buzz in your ears as you zone out on your task.
Focusing on small things has always been a good thing for you. Even when you were little, having something that you could throw yourself into and let your anxieties and thoughts drift away to somewhere far away where they could not hurt you was paramount.
Now, as the time passes without you noticing, thoughts of your cheating ex-fiance and old apartment melt away like ice on a snow drive. it’s just the pressure in your fingertips, manipulating the sandpaper into different folds to get into the creases of the design.
Yoongi’s presence stirs your stomach and heart as you look up. He looks over your shoulder at your work before leaning in close to pick up one of the slabs of wood. He’s removed his gloves and runs his fingers over the designs.
A shiver brushes up your spine as you zero in on Yoongi’s fingers. You have no idea if it’s your newly single status or the fact that it’s Yoongi that makes you stare open-mouthed and hypnotized. His fingers look a little callused from working wood, but you wonder how they’d feel if-
“Not bad,” he hums, giving you a grin before setting down the wood. “I’m pretty impressed. You haven’t lost your touch.”
“Please,” you mutter, looking down at the table and picking at splinters. “I helped you for hours when we were kids.”
“That’s cause I helped you with your math. It’s getting late and I’m a little tired. You hungry?”
You realize that you are. Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you flip it over to see a few texts from your mom and realize that it’s almost seven at night. A sound of surprise escapes you and Yoongi laughs, tapping your elbow gently before walking away.
“Come on,” he insists. “We close early on Sundays. Help me turn all this shit off and close up and we can get food. My treat for helping out.”
“Yes to food, but you don’t have to-”
He waves you off. “Let me do something nice for you, yeah?”
Closing the store feels oddly familiar. While you have never watched Yoongi do it as the owner and operator, there were times as a kid when you finished your homework at the woodshop counter with Yoongi while you waited for his dad to get off and take you home after school.
The Min’s don’t live far from your home and based on your mom calling Yoongi for every little thing, you assume that he lives in his childhood home now that his dad is in a home for elders.
Outside, the world is winter-dark and bitter cold. it’s not snowing, but it’s that dreary in-between that makes everything feel heavy and cold-wet. Yoongi shuffles you toward his truck, both of you shivering and cursing as you slide into the cab and he turns it on, cranking the heat and turning on the seat warmers.
“Nice truck,” you comment. And it is nice. “New?”
“New-ish. Being the owner of Min’s Hardware really has its perks.”
You hum. “So you do own it? Just you?”
He nods, putting the car in drive and heading toward an unknown destination. Yoongi keeps his dark eyes on the road as he says, “Bought it from the Old Man when he decided to go into a senior living facility. He’s up at Retger’s - he loves it - but he wanted to put everything in my name before his mind started slipping.”
“I see.” You pick at the hem of your jacket, something heavy settling in your stomach. “How is he?”
“Happy. They have a great staff and a lot for him to do. His memory is on the downside of things. He always remembers me but he gets confused about his days and when I last saw him or what we talked about.”
“Is that hard?”
You almost kick yourself for the question. It slips out before you can ask, and you think of course it’s fucking hard. It’s his dad.
“It is,” Yoongi admits with a drawn-out sigh. Dead air hangs between the two of you as he navigates the backroads of your home, little streets and turns stitching into your very being. “Not sure what’s worse, though,” he adds, glancing at you. “Knowing that the days are numbered and being able to prepare, or losing him suddenly.”
It’s like a constrictor squeezes your windpipe as you look out the window. You can’t see the stars through the tops of the trees, but you get a glimpse of a swollen moon for a second. It’s beautiful and bright, your new point of focus as you nod.
“I think we can agree that losing a parent is hard,” you offer. “Doesn’t matter how much notice you had.” You hesitate, then go for it. “I haven’t really figured out how to navigate life post-dad. It’s part of why I never come home. I think… I think my mom suffers from it a little.”
For a few moments, Yoongi is silent. You sink further into the seat. Though the admission weighs heavy on you, pressing you down down down into the leather seat, it also feels… good to admit it. Like running a burn under freezing cold water, the sting poignant but soothing at the same time.
“I think that it’s okay to have your own life.” His voice is very quiet and he looks at you sideways. “And that we all deal with grief in a manner of ways. No one begrudges you for it, least of all your mom. I think you should cut yourself some slack.”
“Hmm,” is your only reply.
Orange parking lot lights come into view. You chuckle a bit when Yoongi turns into Mars Diner. It’s something out of a Jetson’s episode, with large metal pieces like Saturn’s tilted rings arching over the building and a sun-bleached rocket blasting into the sky.
The lot is full and through frosted windows, you can make out shapes of people in booths. A few kids hang around outside, leaning against their cars and sitting on tailgates, breath misting in the cold.
Yoongi parks the truck and hops out. You’re quick to follow, shutting the door with a firm click and hiding your hands from the cold in your jacket pockets. The door opens and the bell dings, sound pouring out as a family deposits themself onto the sidewalk.
“Hey there Yoongi,” one of the men says, backing up to hold the door open as the two of you approach. “How’s it going?”
“Hey Scott, it’s going well. How are those new stairs treating you?”
“Sturdy as can be. Thanks again for swinging by to help out.” The man - Scott Ledgfield, you realize - looks at you and squints before he says, “Holy shit kiddo, I haven’t seen you since you were a teenager.”
You look at the town’s local pharmacist with a tight grin, immediately feeling the eyes of his family and friends turn on you, ears pricked by the sound of someone old-but-new returning to the neighborhood. You give a small wave to the people you know.
“Uh,” you stammer. “Just got back. It’s nice to see you, Mr. Ledgefield.”
Your mom’s friend opens his mouth to perhaps ask more but Yoongi shuffles you toward the door and throws a hand in a farewell wave. “Jin will kill us if we keep this damn door open.”
Just as you step into the restaurant in full, the door clanging shut behind you, a familiar voice hollers behind the counter. “Yoongi, don’t keep that damn door open!”
Inside the diner is exactly how you remember it. A round kitchen sits at the core of the building with two large serving windows facing the door. A full, 360-serving counter circles the kitchen with red vinyl stools in front of them, and booths with planet chandeliers over them are full of people looking over laminated menus.
At the helm of it all is Kim Seokjin standing at the register as he rips a receipt out of the machine, grinning as he hands it over to the woman he’s ringing out. There’s a chrome-color apron tied around his waist and he has a rocket ship name tag that says: Captain Kim.
“Wow,” you mutter as Yoongi waits patiently for the couple in front of him to pay. “Jin running this place with his parents now?”
“Mhmm. Kim Senior is in the back still making everything and his mom does all the billing and admin now. Jin does… well, what doesn’t he do?”
“Yes,” Seokjin agrees as the couple leaves and he leans on the counter, a plastic grin on his face. “What don’t I do?” His eyes slide to you. “Huh. I heard you were coming back to town and thought they were bullshitting me.”
“Who is they?”
He waves his hand, before telling another server to jump on the register before he opens a swinging piece of counter open with his hip. “You know, the collective they everyone uses when they’re referencing the entire town.”
“I see.”
Seokjin looks the same as he did in college - broad shoulders, narrow waist, beautiful face and dark eyes that shine with trouble or mirth, depending on who you ask. He gestures to you and Yoongi to follow and you do, heading to the back corner near a frosted window that still has plates and baskets on the table.
“How have you been?” Seokjin asks as he begins collecting the previous diners' things. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you back here.”
“I’m okay. I think it’s just temporary, I haven't worked it out yet.”
“Hmm, we always say it’s temporary and now look at us - Yoongi is running Min’s and I’m one burnt hash brown from being spatula’d by a customer.”
The vinyl covering sticks to your jeans as you try to slide. You’re forced to hop your way into the booth as Seokjin places the dirty plates and dishes on a round platter and grabs a bottle of cleaner from behind Yoongi’s side of the booth.
“Well,” you venture awkwardly. “There’s nothing wrong with being home, right?”
“No,” he agrees and gives you a look that you can’t read. “There’s not.”
Awkward silence hangs in the air at his tone. You chew on your lip and can’t help but feel like somehow you’ve offended him. You weren’t really friends with Seokjin growing up, but he was a friend of friends, and you knew him well enough to attend birthday parties growing up.
Now, you reach for a menu and busy yourself with it as Yoongi clears his throat and asks how business has been with the holiday only a few days away. Seokjin’s tone with you melts away as he answers Yoongi’s question, slinging a towel over his shoulder while chatting.
A girl who looks in her late teens comes over with an order sheet and pen, sending Seokjin back toward the register where someone has a gift card that no one knows how to ring up. He leaves with a roll of his eyes as the server takes your order before scurrying away.
“Don’t let Jin make you feel weird,” Yoongi says airly, looking over the menu. The dim light from Saturn and Uranus reflect in his dark eyes when you peek at him over your menu. “He thinks you have a chip on your shoulder.”
You smack the table with your menu. “Why on earth does he think that?”
“Have some respect for the decor. We’re not on earth, we’re in space.”
“Yoongi.”
“Look,” he sighs, putting his menu down. “When you graduated, you were very hellbent on letting everyone know that you didn’t want to come back. Then you got a very nice job in the city, and did just that and never turned back. Which is fine, I respect the hell out of you for it. But you didn’t talk to anyone, and now that you’re back under… whatever circumstances, you act like being here is going to hurt your reputation.”
“I’ve barely seen anyone while I’ve been here.”
“It’s… the posture and the way you look at everyone.” You frown and he grins, reaching over the table to poke the space between your eyebrows. “It’s that,” He insists. “You look at everyone with a very intense scowl and like you have better things to do. That’s all.”
“Do you think that?”
“Nope.”
“Really?”
He looks up at you, expression soft. “I think a lot of things about you. Having a chip on your shoulder isn’t one of them.”
Before you can unravel the weight of his words and the rush of something you feel in response, the server returns with your glass of hard cider and Yoongi’s dark beer. You mull over his thoughts while he places his order and you rattle off your favorite, which you’re pleased to see is still on the menu.
Quiet settles over the booth as you sip your drink, averting your gaze. He thinks you have a chip on your shoulder.
When you think about it, you realize that you sort of do.
Back when you had graduated high school and went to college just an hour away, you swore you wouldn’t go back and take up a job just to stay close to family and what you always knew. Coming from a small town, you felt like you had yet to see the world or experience anything real.
Even in college, it always felt like you were too close. All the same kids you went to high school with became your apartment neighbors and your university classmates, and everyone went to the same parties and fucked the same people.
It was like watching high school repeat all over again. Bringing home drama from college to the holidays, and then hearing what so-and-so did while they were home from school.
The thought of ever coming back was suffocating. So you took the first job you found that felt like it was lightyears away, stuck right in the middle of corporate America in a screaming city that you could hardly sleep in for the first few months because you were overwhelmed and a little afraid.
City life had become addicting though, and seeing all your little hometown friends go back to mom-and-pop jobs while you climbed the corporate ladder, got engaged and sent really nice presents home as an apology for going to Aspen for Christmas instead of seeing your parents felt powerful and liberating.
And then your dad died on Christmas. While you were out with friends at a resort. That had been the first blow, the first reason to start thinking that the holidays weren’t for being cheerful, or for celebrating or for… anything, really.
With that mindset, you spent the next Christmas with your fiance tucked away in your apartment, just the two of you. It had been your anti-Christmas, doing everything that was the opposite. You watched horror movies and ate popsicles, you decorated your house for Halloween and Valentine's day, you did everything possible to forget that you weren’t home opening presents with your parents - no just your mom now - and it worked.
Now, you’re sitting in your hometown diner across the table from the one person who has always been the exception to the rule, with Christmas music blaring over the speakers and every person wishing you a happy holiday that walks by the table.
A pit opens up inside of your stomach as you stare at the bubbles rushing to the top of your cider. The same, nasty feeling that made you snap at Yoongi in the kitchen rises up instead of you, a hydra ready to grow more heads and become an untamable beast.
“Where did you wander off to?” Yoongi’s question startles you from your thoughts and you look up at him. “You were so caught up I thought you might make your cider explode like Professor X.”
You laugh, surprising yourself. “Did you just make an X-Men reference?”
“Yeah, I still like comics, okay?”
You hum. “I was thinking that…” You take a large swig of your cider to press the tightness in your throat back. “I was thinking that maybe I do have a chip on my shoulder. I just… the holidays honestly bring out the worst in me, and I think I was already sour about being home.”
Like your admission of guilt on the way over, you feel lighter admitting your thoughts to Yoongi. There’s a pause in the conversation as your server puts down a burger in front of him and your chicken sandwich in front of you.
“I think,” Yoongi says slowly as he pops a fry in his mouth and chews thoughtfully. “That it’s really easy for the people here to write off anyone who dares to do a little bit better than what they grew up with. For people like Jin, he always knew he’d come back home. I think it’s equal parts jealousy and wanting respect.”
“I don’t mean to make anyone feel disrespected,” you murmur. “Honestly, my distaste for coming home is more to do with the time of year than anything.”
“How so?”
Between bites of your dinner, you tell Yoongi about how your holidays have been over the last few years. How you stopped going home for them because it felt suffocating to be in a house with parents who didn’t understand anything about your love for being somewhere far away. How you stopped going home because if you stayed away with your friends and coworkers, you didn’t have to see how much they missed you.
All this time, you’d been running from guilt. Especially after the passing of your father. Even the sound of holiday music and the pressure to make plans to visit and buy gifts for people you were now somewhat unfamiliar with was enough anxiety to make the thought of Christmas and all of its bullshit unbearable.
Once your dad died, the thought of the holiday season was even worse. It meant going home and crying on Christmas because it was just you and your mom. It meant getting thinking of your pity text messages instead of well wishes and happy holidays. It meant forgetting a pair of scissors to open gifts because that was your dad’s job, and it meant that there was an inescapable void in your home.
Yoongi settles against the booth, looking at you with sad eyes. But what’s more, there is empathy there. Understanding. You don’t feel pitied or judged by Yoongi and the relief that washes over you as you spill your guts out at your favorite dinner is overwhelming.
You get another round of cider and you tell him about your cheating ex. How you were kicked from the apartment that hadn’t been yours from the start. How it’s one more negative feeling associated with Christmas, and how it was forcing you to go back to a place you wanted to see least of all, during a time you hated. How you… didn’t even care so much that the relationship was over. That you were just angry about having to find somewhere else to live and a little embarrassed that everyone saw it coming but you.
Sipping his beer, Yoongi sighs. “I’m going to say something that I want you to consider, and not take personally.”
You push around a cold french fry on your plate. “No promises.”
His smile is fleeting. “The holidays didn’t steal these things from you.”
The words hang heavy in the air between the two of you.
Elsewhere, the music has turned down a bit. It’s getting later and the dinner rush has faded to a soft hum in the background. The bell on the door chimes less and there are more empty booths than there are full. Seokjin disappears to the back for a much-earned break.
It’s a simple concept that Yoongi has given you and yet you want to fight him on it.
The holidays didn’t steal these things from you. Well no, they hadn’t. But it seemed that your bad luck was recurring, cycling back at the same time every year. Doomed to make your dread stronger and stronger with each passing Christmas.
“That might be true,” you admit. “But it’s not like I’m the only person who hates the holidays. I mean, at least I have a reason and it’s not some sort of anti-corporate America speel.” He opens his mouth but you cut him off. “Which, by the way, is a very valid point. Hallmark makes all of its money on being a Christmas vampire feeding off the people like me who have trouble going home for the holidays. Except I reject it.”
“There is another alternative.”
“And what’s that?”
“Embrace that life fucking sucks but eventually we can figure it out. If we want to and if we have the means.”
“What if we don’t have the means?”
Yoongi gives you a severe look. “Does your insurance cover therapy?” You nod. “Good, you have the means. If healing from this anxiety and guilt is something you’re interested in. Come on, I want dessert.”
-
Later that night, when you have had an overwhelming amount of fudge and talked to Yoongi about anything and everything that doesn’t involve Christmas or any of the horrible feelings you’ve spilled to him all day long, you lay in bed flicking through your phone on one hand while you hold a thin, plastic card in another.
Squinting as the phone brightness increases when a new webpage is loaded, you manage to find what you’re looking for, typing in your insurance information and answering a few questions before you hit send.
Once done, you set the phone on the nightstand and settle in your bed, heart pounding as you stare up at the ceiling and wonder how fast you’ll hear back on a request for a therapy consultation.
All the while, Yoongi’s words circle round and round in your mind: Embrace the fact that life fucking sucks, but eventually we can figure it out.
You roll on your side and squeeze your eyes shut and dare to hope that maybe Yoongi is right.
-
A routine nestles its way into your life before you’re aware of it. You get up and go downstairs for breakfast.
Once in the dining room, you have breakfast with your mom, trying not to get queasy over the fact that your dad’s chair remains empty at the head of the table. Sometimes, Yoongi is there in the morning and has breakfast with the two of you. Those days are much easier to fill the silence.
After breakfast, you shower and pick through your belongings, trying to rearrange your old room and make it somewhat adaptable to the lifestyle you had at your apartment. Adjusting to the fact that your mom is up at six in the morning on the dot and is ready for lunch by eleven nearly drives you to the edge, but you manage.
Most days you find yourself wandering to the back of Min’s Hardware and asking if Yoongi needs help. He always seems surprised to see you back, no matter how many days in a row you find yourself there, chewing on the corner of your lip.
The silence that comes with helping Yoongi has become an addiction. You notice that he no longer plays Christmas music in the shop when you’re around, opting for just general pop. You’re both thankful and a little embarrassed, but you say nothing as he gives you projects to sand or stain.
When you’re both tired and your fingers are cramping and worse for wear, you break for lunch. Sometimes you go to your house where your mom has fixed you both a meal. Other times, you pop by the diner where Seokjin gives you lunch on the house.
Seokjin comes around, the more he sees you with Yoongi. You’re still a little extra nice around him, trying to prove that you don’t think you’re better than him. You just… don’t know how to be him. Don’t know how to settle into life like everyone else so easily has.
It’s two weeks in that Yoongi upends your carefully crafted routine by leaning against your workstation - you don’t know when it became yours - and says, “What are you doing for Christmas Eve? I know your mom is volunteering and she said you weren’t but I don’t want to assume you’re… not doing anything.”
Today, Yoongi is in a green sweater and jeans, the sleeves of his shirt wrapped around his hands as he works. His hair is unstyled, showing just how long it’s gotten. It’s darker at the root where his natural color grows in, but even so, he looks beautiful as ever. Unsettlingly beautiful. The kind that makes you a little shy when he puts his full attention on you these days, especially when he shows you how to do something by gently touching your elbow or your wrist.
“Ummm.” You race to think of a response, but the words are sticky in your brain with his proximity. Usually, he does his own things, but every time Yoongi comes close these days, your brain gets a little out of sorts. “I was going to do like my little anti-Christmas thing and watch Halloweentown, I guess.”
“Maybe one day I’ll join you on that. For now, I wanted to see if you wanted to um - join me.”
“Join you what?”
He presses his lips flat and raises his brow at the poorly articulated question. “For Christmas Eve. It isn’t very exciting or anything, but I usually have dinner at the home with my dad. They make a great honey ham and then Seokjin has a party at his house after everyone leaves their family dinners. Alcohol is encouraged.”
“Oh.” You blink once. Twice. “You want me to have dinner with you and your dad?”
Blossom-pink blush spreads over Yoongi’s cheek and nose. You chew your bottom lip as you watch him. He doesn’t meet your eyes as he picks at stray splinters on the table. “I just thought maybe you didn’t want to be alone.”
Yoongi’s words from a few days ago echo in your mind when you asked when he started being such a fan of the holidays: when I started spending them alone.
The thought of spending time with Yoongi with his dad, tucked into a corner of an elderly home with cheesy holiday decorations and staff that talks too gently, and putting on a show for those who feel alone and sad is dizzying. It terrifies you. It makes you want to run.
Which is why you swallow past the stone in your throat and say, “Um. Sure. Yes. I would like to go with you.”
He bites his bottom lip, trying to fight a smile. You clench all over, seizing up at how cute he is when he does that. “Really?”
“Yeah, Min. Really.”
“Wow, you haven’t called me Min in… a min.”
“God that was so cheesy.”
“Mhmm. We’re closed tomorrow because I’m helping out at the children’s home but I’ll pick you up at five Saturday. They serve dinner really early there.”
“Okay.”
Yoongi grins, all gums and round cheeks and shining eyes and for a moment, you forget that you’re supposed to be heartbroken and sour and pitiful. His smile stops everything and you immediately want to say something clever to make him do it again.
Instead, you just nod awkwardly and say, “Okay.”
-
Piles and piles of clothes litter your floor as you yank on an oversized peacoat and rush to the bathroom to check your outfit. You’ve been through at least fifteen different combinations and messed up your neatly place hair, and you still are unsure what the fuck you’re supposed to wear to a Christmas Eve dinner at an elderly home with the Mins.
You are very out of your depth.
When your phone dings and you see that Yoongi has arrived to get you, you scream in frustration and decide that wide-leg jeans paired with black combat boots, a black turtleneck and an oversized coat will have to do. It’s something you would have worn back in the city, but you’re unsure if it’s a little too casual for this.
Outside, the wind snaps against your face, stinging your nose and lips. You fight the urge to lick your lips and remove the very faint, pink lip stain there as you rush to the truck where Yoongi waves enthusiastically.
Yoongi’s gummy grin warms you more than the heated interior of the cab when you jump into the passenger seat, shuffling the crinkling gift back in your lap as you shiver and stick your hands in front of the air vents to warm them.
“You look nice,” Yoongi says as a greeting, putting the truck in reverse and looking in his mirrors. “What’s the gift?”
“Um-” Embarrassment heats your cheeks immediately. “I uh, got your dad something? I felt sort of weird showing up without a gift. I don’t know. Is that stupid? I can leave it-”
Your name is soft on his lips as he pauses in the middle of the street to look at you. You stop your rambling, staring at him. His eyes are dark pools, glittering in the dying afternoon sun as he smiles at you. His hair is shaggy again today like he air-dried it and the tawny colored coat makes his hair even more vibrant.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Yoongi says gently, smiling. His lips look soft and pink today - well they always look like that, but you notice a little extra today. “That’s not stupid. It’s incredibly kind.”
“It’s - um - I know he used to really love reading all those mythology books and he was fond of the stuff with Odin and Thor? So I got him a Norse mythology one? It had a cool tree on it.”
For a few moments, Yoongi stares at you, unblinking. The truck is in drive, but he has his foot on the brake so it just sits in front of your house collecting little bits of snow. The weight of his gaze threatens to make you melt into the seat. You drop your gaze to the red and green package in your lap, trying to figure out how to explain that the idea was dumb.
“You are incredibly thoughtful.” Yoongi’s voice is so soft you’re almost sure you imagined him speaking at all. You glance up and he has a look you can’t unpack on his face, but it’s something like fondness, perhaps. “He will absolutely love that. I got him an Egyptian one.”
“Are you sure?”
Yoongi takes a hand off the wheel and reaches over the center console to squeeze your hand where it’s gripped tight on the present. His fingers are calloused and rough from the years in the shop, but his touch is soft. Reverent. Your hand feels like it’s tingling even after he lets go and says, “I promise. Thank you. It’ll mean a lot to him, but it means even more to me.”
Still a little nervous and dizzy from the simple touch of his hand, you nod.
Finally, Yoongi pulls into the road and starts driving, quiet as his eyes focus on navigating to the center of town. Music plays softly in the background and you glance out the slightly frosted window.
Outside, families unpack themselves from cars, hurrying in bundles of jackets and loaded with presents to the doorsteps that are cast open for other family members and friends to help them in. Your heart squeezes at the thought and you look away from all of the houses and lights, instead focusing on the lines painted on the road.
It feels like forever ago it was your family casting open your doors to house Christmas Eve with your extended family. But your uncle and his wife had long since moved away, and their kids had their own kids to celebrate with, and though the invitation was probably there for you and your mom to visit, it felt weird being with your dad's family when your dad was… not around.
“Dad may or may not remember you,” Yoongi hums as he drives. “I think he will because he’s good about people from the past, but he might not get your name right. I don’t correct him because it can confuse and frustrate him, so just go with whatever if you can.”
“Of course. I’ll just follow your lead.”
From the corner of your eye, you can see that he drives with one hand on the wheel, one hand hanging off the center console where he leans on his elbow. “He has a little trouble with train of thought, just let him get it out. He hates when you try and finish sentences for him.”
You smile. “He’s always hated that. You were the most impatient son ever.”
“Well, practice has made perfect. I’m a changed man.”
“Uh-huh.”
The home is covered in holiday decor as you expected. Cars line the lot of what would look like apartment buildings if the sign out front didn’t indicate that it was a senior living center. Honestly, they look better than most of the apartments you’ve had in the city, a single reminder that everything is so much more affordable when you step out of your self-made comfort zone.
Ice and snow crunch beneath your boots in the parking lot. The two of you hurry along, shivering and laughing in the cold. Yoongi surprises you when he pulls you in by the waist, pressing you to his side to walk in a quick, albeit warmer, huddle to the main building.
Warmth hits you in the face and melts back the cold as you step inside, a shiver racking up your spine. There’s a massive Christmas tree in the lobby with a ‘donated’ sign in the front thanking a local company for the tree, and there are hand-crafted ornaments that from another sign, inform you they were made by the children in the orphanage on the other side of town.
Christmas music tinkles lightly overhead as Yoongi leads you to a counter where a woman with a Christmas vest and a bright smile greets him enthusiastically. It’s obvious that she’s familiar with him as she rattles off how his dad has been doing, scribbling his name on a tag with a candy cane heart and handing it over to him.
Tag in hand, Yoongi awkwardly shuffles to the side to reveal you to the woman behind the desk, whose name tag says Esther. Her eyes go round and her mouth forms a small ‘o’ when she sees you, surprised that Yoongi has brought a guest. You hate to admit that you feel a little pleased if it’s not common for him to bring other people here.
Ignoring that, you give her your name and she hesitates, glancing at Yoongi. He nods his head with a tiny frown before she scribbles your name onto the tag and hands it over to you, an unreadable expression now on her face.
“Enjoy.”
Sticking the tag on your jacket, you glance at Yoongi as he leads the way toward the common room where they’re having dinner. “Well, I don’t think she likes me.”
He hums noncommittally and you say nothing more, following his twists and turns until you’re in a large common area nearly bursting at the seams with Feliz Navidad and tinsel. There are people of varying ages inside sitting around pop-up round tables and folding chairs. Red and green plastic table clothes cover the tables, little gift-wrapped boxes act as centerpieces. There’s another tree donated in the corner by Min’s, making you poke Yoongi’s side and gesture to the tree.
Shy, Yoongi shrugs and scurries away from you, spotting his dad sitting on a sectional looking up at the glittering tree. You hesitate to follow, a little lost as you watch Yoongi call his dad’s name gently, catching his attention. They look so much alike that it’s dizzying to watch as his dad stands up, bringing Yoongi into a tight hug.
You clench your jaw, willing the sudden burning in your eyes to go away. You feel your palms sweat and your throat constricts, making you look away from them as they hold each other by the shoulders, exchanging greetings that you can’t hear from the middle of the room.
All around you are people with their moms and dads. The room is crushed with holiday cheer, held hands, kisses on cheeks and tight hugs. You start to realize this was a terrible idea, excuses and ways to leave flipping through your mind like a Rolodex when Yoongi calls your name.
Turning to face them, you feel like a deer in headlights. Eyes wide, mouth agape, frame tense. Yoongi gives you a nod as he leads his dad to you. Old Man Min walks well enough, and is a little shorter than Yoongi with peppered hair, kind eyes and a knitted scarf that looks like something perhaps your mom made.
“You look just like your father!” His dad greets, throwing open his arms when he sees you. Your stomach drops to your ass at the declaration, but you force a smile, bending down a bit to hug him quickly. “I haven’t seen you since… I last saw you!”
That makes you laugh. “It’s nice to see you.”
“I’m just glad Yoongi finally brought you! I’ve been asking to see his girlfriend for two weeks!”
“Dad,” Yoongi admonishes giving you an apologetic look. “She’s… not.”
Old Man Min waves him off as he heads towards the serving line where there is an array of holiday-themed catered food. “I’m starving. I’ve been waiting here all damned afternoon!”
“Sorry,” Yoongi whispers as he goes by you, upping his pace to keep up with his dad who has his sights set on food. “He does remember you very well, by the way.”
Ignoring hot coal burning in the pit of your stomach at the comparison to your father, you shuffle in line behind Yoongi. All of the workers behind the table serving recognize him immediately, brightening and greeting him with dazzling smiles and heart eyes.
Next to him, you raise your brows and watch as he shyly interacts with them all, answering the same questions over and over and thanking them for putting on a wonderful dinner. They bask in the shower of his praise until he leans over to you and insists you get the mac and cheese. Yoongi doesn’t notice the shift, but you do, the staff immediately stiffens and goes quiet when they see you interact.
At a table tucked in the corner for just the three of you, you dig into your meal, answering all of Old Man Min’s questions he throws your way. They’re easy to answer: what do you do now, how is your mom, when did you come back. Some of the questions he repeats on accident or drifts off when asking, but you don’t mind, chewing around mac and cheese and waiting for him to get it out, or repeating your answer with the same vigor as before.
Yoongi seems nervous at first, neglecting his food to look back and forth between the two of you. You nudge him gently under the table and his dark eyes fall on you. You give him a face, trying to convey that you’re okay and he grins sheepishly, looking down at his meal and deciding it’s safe enough to start eating.
“So how did my son finally start dating you?” his dad demands, sipping his sweet tea. “I thought he would finally ask you out in high school and then… uh college, but he never did!”
“Dad,” Yoongi starts gently, but you’re quick to cut him off, touching Yoongi’s arm gently as you smile at his dad. “Recently,” you explain. You glance at Yoongi with narrowed eyes. “Didn’t know he had a crush on me in high school, though.”
“Ha! Of course he did! Why do you think he always wanted you over at the shop? Sure were over there than uh… what’s that girl's name? Jan’s daughter.”
“Jessa,” Yoongi offers softly, not meeting anyone’s eye as he becomes interested in pushing honeyed ham around his plate. “Dad you’re embarrassing me.”
“Yeah, Jenna! She was never at the shop nearly as much as you. Nice girl, not you though.” He stabs a piece of ham and shakes his head. “Always knew you’d be the one. Your dad and I were always sure of it.”
Yoongi tenses but you smile at Old Man Min. “Really?”
“Mhmm. Your dad was a hell of a guy! I remember back when we were in high school…”
Yoongi’s dad launches into a tale of when he and your father were kids and you’re shocked to discover that the unsettling feeling in your stomach starts to fade. You listen, chin in your palm and elbow propped on the table as you sip on cider to the adventures of your dad in his youth.
The wound stings a little but… it’s bearable. And it’s nice, to see Yoongi’s dad come alive and recall so many things from his own childhood. The color on Yoongi’s face and the way he keeps trying to hide his smile in the collar of his jacket says everything about how pleased he is to see his dad happy and healthy.
Almost without thinking, you reach over under the table and take Yoongi’s hand, giving it a squeeze. He looks up at you, brows raised. You can’t help but smile, really glad that he brought you here. Somehow, it is exactly what you needed.
Yoongi squeezes your hand back, making your heart pick up. As you start to pull away, he snatches your hand back, lacing your fingers and squeezing. You stare at him, surprised and flustered and feeling a little breathless as he settles in his chair, refusing to look at you as he holds your hand in his lap, engrossed in the tale his father is weaving.
With a nervous exhale, you lean back in your chair, content with the warmth of his hand and whatever the hell sparks with his touch.
-
Seokjin is very drunk and very happy to see you when he throws open the front door to his incredibly nice home in the new, gated community just beyond your old high school. The two-story home is full of warmth, people from your high school and college, and a lot of booze.
Immediately you’re uneasy, smiling awkwardly at the shocked faces of your old peers. Yoongi is heedless, though, keeping a hand on yours as he leads you through the party. You’re distracted by the firmness of his hold on you, the way it makes your head spin, the way that you don’t know what holding his hand means, but it’s nice.
And then you’re in the kitchen, pressed close to his side as you field questions from old friends that aren’t as much friends as they are nosy people from your past. No one asks about your handholding, but the way they glance down to where Yoongi has your fingers laced with his is enough to know it’s all anyone is going to talk about in whispered circles and for the next two weeks.
If Yoongi is bothered by this, he doesn’t show it. You however, are very in your head. The loose, happy feeling you had at dinner with his dad is replaced with stiff movements, quiet murmurs of hellos and asking how are you to people you don’t really care about, and cringing when a group of people pass by caroling room to room.
Yoongi senses the way you freeze up, the way you press yourself into the pantry as though you could melt into the wood and remain unseen. He tugs you toward a glass sliding door where there is a patio filled with smokers, all of them shivering and breathing smoke and steamed breath into the string lighting.
Going past them, Yoongi tugs you down into the back of the yard and to a gate. People whistle behind you and Yoongi throws a middle finger over his head, uncaring. He throws the latch and squeezes through the gate, so you follow.
Behind Seokjin’s house is a lake with a lit fountain, frozen and off for the winter season. He trudges toward it and sits down on damp grass, patting the spot next to him. Tentatively, you sit down and look over at him.
“Sorry.” His breath fogs in the cold. “I didn’t think about how shitty that might feel for you before inviting you.”
“It’s okay. I just… don’t really know how to answer their questions.”
“What do you mean?”
You pull at frozen grass to distract yourself from having to look at him. “I mean, I just broke up with my fiance a few weeks ago because I caught them cheating and now I show up to a party where everyone thinks I’m a stuck up holding your hand.”
“Not everyone thinks that.” You give him a look and he amends, “Okay, a lot of people do but not everyone.”
“Great.”
“If they saw you the way I do, they definitely wouldn’t think that.” You shoot him a questioning look as your heart beats a little bit faster. Your nerves start to tingle as you watch him figure out how to phrase what comes next. “You have no idea how nice it was to have you with me tonight. I’ve been doing that alone for years and I love spending time with my dad, but having someone else there to take the pressure off and to see him happy was… fuck it was really nice.”
The icy core around your heart that began to scrape itself together once you entered the party melts just a little bit. You chew on the inside of your cheek, unsure what to say. Thankfully, Yoongi continues. “I know you don’t like the holidays because it reminds you of being home and everything you want to get away from, and of the bad things that happened to you. I didn’t like them for… fuck, for years.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. They sucked without my mom, but it wasn’t so bad because we’d come to spend time with you guys or go over to the Kims. My dad made it work, and even though it felt like a fucking gut punch those first few years after my mom died, I sort of adjusted.”
“And then?”
He sighs heavily, looking up at the moon. “And then dad’s old age happened. The man you got tonight was… man, it was good. He was great tonight, happy and present and vibrant. It’s not always like that though - it’s usually not. There are a lot of times when he might forget my mom is gone or might forget that he sold the shop to me and thinks he has to go to work and… it was really hard at first. Trying to make that adjustment.”
“You’re so patient, though.”
“I wasn’t always. Around the holidays I was trying to run the shop and visit him so he wouldn’t feel alone and deal with my own grief about how fucking alone everything felt. There wasn’t anyone to relate to and I was just…” Yoongi shrugs and runs a hand over his brow. “Honestly, I wasn’t very nice for a bit. It was really frustrating to learn new ways to talk to him and I just… hated everyone.”
Fuck you know how it feels. You look at Yoongi as he stares out at the frozen lake. You would never guess that Yoongi, who makes so many different things in his spare time for the holidays could be mean. Yoongi, who eats something different every time you go to Jin’s diner. Yoongi, who chased a stray cat around your backyard until he could bring it in and warm it up inside before taking it over to the shelter. Yoongi who has been unwaveringly kind, and invited you to Christmas Eve dinner so you wouldn’t be alone.
When you were teens, you could have bought that story. He had always been a little standoffish and hard around the edges. You were always in his inner circle, a rare witness to the way that he could melt for the people that he cared about. But the Yoongi of now does not seem like someone who hates the world like Yoongi of then had the potential to - and did.
It doesn’t make sense, this Yoongi that he talks about in the past and the Yoongi that you see in front of you. The Yoongi in front of you is gentle, kind, and soft with those around him. He never raises his voice, he is gentle with customers, and he often pulls more weight than he should at his own store to take the pressure off his employees.
“What changed, then?” you ask, desperately seeking an answer. In him, you see what you want to be. The calmness, the confidence in who he is and what he’s doing. He’s not drowning in his grief, or trying to reconcile a cacophony of feelings. At least, it doesn’t seem like it.
“Therapy, for starters,” he laughs and gives you a look as he lays back in the grass. You join him, feeling the cold sink into your coat, but you don’t care. You like laying here with him under a blanket of frozen stars with the muted sounds of the party just beyond the wooden gate.
He continues, “But also a lot of introspection and a lot of self-hate. This version you have of me now? It’s gone through a lot of pain and suffering and reconciling with myself. It’s not an easy process, but it is worth it. And it started with me not blaming Christmas for things that were just… beyond my control.”
“Fuck, so I have to apologize to Santa? I’m not even religious.”
Yoongi’s breath turns to fog as he laughs. You watch the way his eyes crinkle, shining with mirth under the gray light of the moon. He glows under the night sky – cheeks frozen-blush, lips chapped a little from the winter wind, nose cherry read. Droplets of dew cling to his long hair, a crown of diamonds on a prince spun from moonbeams.
At least, that’s what it feels like as you watch his laughter settle. Yoongi smiles up at the sky and that tight feeling constricts in your chest again. This version of him is so much softer than the teenager you remember. Warm at the edges, melted with a lifetime of experiences that have thawed that hard exterior.
Something like envy slithers through you. Envy that Yoongi has long healed from his hurts. That he seems to have settled here he is now, in happiness and knowing his path. He doesn’t have everything but he has enough, and as he turns to look at you, dark eyes sparkling, you can’t help but avert your gaze.
You don’t want him to see the inside of you.
“It’s more about Christmas as a concept,” Yoongi sighs, looking back up at the sky. Marshmallow clouds drift across a midnight canvas. You can only make out the brightest of stars here, the light pollution dimming the effect. “I’m not religious either, but the effect that the holidays can have on people is touching. Heartwarming. People love others a little extra.”
“Yeah, well they should do that year-round.”
“Small steps, small steps. Maybe it’s an open conversation at a dinner, or maybe it’s someone seeing family they haven't seen in a while. There are so many opportunities for love and warmth and chances to open your heart.”
“You sound like a Hallmark commercial.”
“Make fun of me all you want,” he chuckles. “I know it sounds idealistic and a little bit naïve. But I’ve experienced too much sadness to keep thinking that’s all there is, and I’ve seen people’s lives change around the holidays. It’s special.”
You hum. “Why wait until the end of the year for all of that so-called happiness, then?”
“Life is hard - like really fucking hard. Sometimes when the end of the year is staring you right in the face, or when you're realizing it may be your last Christmas with an aging loved one is the push people need to brave that first step to being happy.”
“You’re celebrating procrastination.”
Yoongi sighs. He rolls over on his side and props his head up with his hand. You feel a flush of warmth curl through you under the weight of his full attention. Suddenly the cold hard ground you’ve opted to lay on doesn’t feel so bad.
“I’m celebrating people being moved to do something.” His tone is gentle. You glance at him from the corner of your eye. He seems thoughtful, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “I’m celebrating that sometimes the holidays are the worst time for people. But something small will happen to make them feel even a moment of happiness. Just one small second of relief from the fucking madness.”
You think about everything that’s happened in the last few weeks. A tightness constricts your throat and you try to swallow past it. It takes you a few moments, but you imagine what it would be like to have just a fucking second to catch your breath. To have a moment of pure, unfiltered happiness.
“I just…” Yoongi’s voice is barely above a whisper. “I want people to be happy. And it feels like maybe this time of year has more potential than most. So that’s what I celebrate. Not the gift and the capitalism and the hypocrisy of it all. But the little seconds in between.”
A long, slow breath of air leaves you. You watch it steam and curl toward the sky before fading. “Well, Yoongi. I wish I was nearly as optimistic.”
“Maybe you can be.” You glance at him and see him smiling. “Just give me a chance to persuade you, yeah? My work seems to be paying off so far.”
“It is. I have an appointment to talk to a therapist in three weeks. It’s just an introductory thing, but…”
“That’s great, honestly. I don’t want to say I’m proud of you because that’s pretentious and you’re not doing this for me, but I really hope it helps.” Silence settles between you. It isn’t uncomfortable, but you are cold, despite the warmth that blooms when he studies your face. “Wanna go inside and drink a fuck ton of wine and then Irish exit?”
“Fuck yeah,” you laugh, letting him help you to your feet.
Back inside of the party, you do just that. Yoongi plies you with sweet, red wine until there’s a cotton-soft buzz in your body. You’re a little bit nicer to people who still whisper when you walk by, and you even let Seokjin drag you into a single karaoke performance of Baby It’s Cold Outside.
It’s already embarrassing to show how horrible you are at singing, but to make matters worse, you cannot stop glancing over at Yoongi who leans against the wall of the living room, a plastic wine up in his hand, dark eyes focused only on you.
Heat pools in your lower stomach at his gaze, watching it darken by the minute. You do not miss when Jessa - who Old Man Min has dubbed Jenna - approaches Yoongi tentatively. And yet he is dismissive, the overly-warm and kind exterior replaced with something sharper. Hungrier.
And his focus is entirely on you.
When you finish the song and wander over to him, breathless, he keeps his eyes pinned on you. Fathomless pools that draw you in until you feel like you’re falling falling falling, weightless and breathless. No one has ever looked at you like that. Not even your fiance.
“What?” you ask, voice shaking as you lean against the wall, face tilted up toward him. You feel warm and wine-slow all over, limbs heavy and comfortable. Your lashes flutter when you slow blink at him. His lips are stained red from wine. “Why are you looking at me that way?”
“What way?”
Embolden by sweet wine, your talk on the lawn and your innocent hand holding, you huff. “In a way that makes me want to be stupid and kiss you.”
“That would make you stupid?”
You drop your gaze and press the rim of your plastic cup to your lips. “I don’t know,” you admit. “I kind of want to do it, but I don’t… know?”
His voice is lower and deeper, soft against your sense as he leans in a little. “So you want to kiss me?” You nod. “But you don’t know if you want to kiss me?”
“I don’t want you to think it’s… I haven’t been single for long. I don’t want you to think that of me. It isn’t because of that. I’ve wanted to for like years and - yeah.”
“I already told you. I think a lot of things of you. That isn’t one.” His gaze flickers around the party. You don’t realize how close he is until he turns back to you, warm breath fanning against your head. “How about we do our exit now and talk about that kiss where there’s not so many eyes, hmm?”
Mutely, you nod at him. Now you definitely want to kiss Yoongi. He’s gone from the soft, gummy-grin man full of holiday cheer to a darker, calm version of himself that is new. Confident. And quite frankly toe-curling.
Yoongi wraps his fingers around yours and leads you to the exit, saying nothing to anyone that you pass by. Then you’re out in the cold and he’s unlocking the truck, popping open your door and pulling you toward it.
“Are you okay to drive?”
“Very,” he promises, voice raspy. “I only live across the stoplight, remember?”
“Ohhh.” You get into the passenger seat, leaning your head on it and looking at Yoongi, who is momentarily propped against your door. “You’re taking me home?”
He leans forward, eyes dropping to your mouth as he mutters, “Uh-huh.”
And then he’s kissing you and the entire world fades into the background.
Yoongi’s lips are just as soft as you imagined. You sink into the kiss, leaning forward into the heavenly press of his mouth. Everything shifts, the dizziness of the wine mulling into dizziness of Yoongi - the way he smells like cedar and rose, the way he presses your mouth open with his, the way he tastes like sweet notes of wine.
The soft brush of his tongue against yours makes your thighs squeeze together. He’s slow as he kisses you, taking his time to suck your tongue into his mouth, rolling his over yours languidly and fuck you’re going to die from just a kiss.
Yoongi pulls back and you whine, hands going to the collar of his jacket and pulling him back, missing the warmth of his mouth, the gentle pull of your lip between his teeth. “More,” you whisper, pressing your lips to his.
His chuckle buzzes through your mouth, a gentle tingle as you pull at his bottom lip with your teeth playfully. He groans as he kisses you, a little sloppier, with a little more tangled tongues and spit. The wet smack of his mouth against yours is interrupted when someone’s dog starts barking in one of the yards, startling you.
“Fuck,” he laughs, voice husky. “In your seat, come on. Let’s go.”
“Meh.”
He grins and pushes your leg back into the cab of the truck. “Greedy.”
Yoongi shuts the door and rounds the hood. Your eyes are glued to him as he gets in, your heart pounding in your chest as he starts the car. It occurs to you that you just kissed Yoongi. Min Yoongi, the one person you’ve been spending time with since you got back. The one person who you thought about late at night when your fiance was asleep and you were chasing thoughts of your past.
The one person who seemed to be willing to look a little deeper. To see that the poison inside of you wasn’t because you didn’t like anyone, or because you thought that you were better. It was because you were afraid and sad and didn’t know how to deal with anything.
Wordlessly, he reaches over the center console, placing his hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. You shut your legs, stomach clenching at the feeling of his fingers brushing gently over your jeans. When you look at him, there’s a sideways smirk on his face and you know he knows that your stomach is flipping over the simple touch.
It feels like the drive lasts a thousand years. You’re squirming in the seat as Yoongi’s thumb brushes back and forth, giving you a squeeze now and again accompanied by a grin. You can’t help but smile back, heart in your fucking throat as you see all of the familiar houses pass you by.
The Min home is exactly like you remember it but with less cars. Yoongi parks in the drive, popping open the garage with the press of a button to reveal a workshop of tools, shelves for storage and a flickering overhead light that has been faulty since you were in middle school.
Outside, Yoongi reaches for your hand, pulling you close as you pass under the garage and toward the door that opens up into a white-tiled kitchen. The hum of the closing door follows you in as he flicks on a light, revealing a large kitchen with oak cabinets and a counter full of mail, a catch all, and various containers of sugar, and coffee and other items.
Yoongi chucks his keys and shuffles out of his jacket, tossing it on the counter and turning to you. He gives you a cunning smile and beckons you. There’s no denying his summons, your feet pulling you toward him automatically as he catches you by the waist, pulling you into his chest as he brushes his mouth against yours again.
Somehow, it feels normal to be doing this. To press your palms against his chest as he lounges lazily against his kitchen counter, one hand on your waist and one hand on the side of your neck as he tilts your mouth to his, kissing you hungrily. Like he’s waited an entire lifetime to do this.
The thought makes you pull away suddenly. You look up at him, his face flush and lips kiss-bitten and spit-slicked. His eyes flutter open, looking down at you half-lidded and dazed. “Hmm?”
“Did you really have a crush on me?”
He snorts and rolls his eyes, tilting his head backward until it hits a cabinet. The hand on your neck is firm, a steady weight that sends your thoughts wild when his thumb brushes back and forth across the skin of your over-warmed throat.
“Of course I did. You paint so much of my life, you have no idea.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“Cause I was terrified. I wasn’t very honest with myself back then, there was no way I could be honest with you. Then after college you got that nice ass job and I realized I was coming back home and I couldn’t go with you.”
“Even in college?”
“Yeah,” he whispers to the ceiling. “Even in college. I had this big idea to maybe tell you when we graduated. I was going to work at that new startup I told you about - it was only thirty minutes away from you. And then that didn’t happen and…” He shrugs. “I realized we weren’t on the same path. It seemed pointless.”
You stare at him for a few moments, thoughts flicking through your mind at a blinding pace. Yoongi had liked you in high school. In college. Had put off telling you because he didn’t think you’d be interested enough to stay, or to figure it out or to-
“I’d have dated you anyway,” you murmur. Carefully, you move a strand of blonde hair from his eyes when he looks down at you in surprise. “Yeah,” you laugh when you see his face. “Yoongi, I was totally head over heels for you in high school and in college. And then you dated Jessa and I just figured it would be embarrassing to tell you later so I just didn’t say anything.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No. Those first few months when you never texted me that you had settled in at your new job I figured you had new friends or just didn’t have time for me. I didn’t even…” You sigh. “I didn’t realize you didn’t move there. I was too nervous to look at your social media.”
“I barely update it anyways.”
“I know. It’s all your cat.” That piques your interest and you pull away from him, looking around. “Where is your kitty? I want to see.”
“I love that you are excited about my cat, but I would like to request that we look for him later. I have other things I wanna do.”
“Oh?”
Yoongi’s gaze is dark when you look back at him. Your fingers tighten in his shirt, going still under the razor-sharp look he gives you. “Yeah,” he confirms. “I want to show you how fucking bad I wanted you - do want you. And I don’t want you to think I’m just saying all this, or that I’m using a moment of weakness. Since you walked into the kitchen that night, I have not been able to stop thinking about every second of my life that I liked you. That I wanted to kiss you. That I wanted to fuck you until all you could think about was the way I felt.”
“Yoongi.”
“Hmm?”
“I would like that very much.”
Yoongi’s smile is dazzling, completely at ends with how he just said he wants to fuck you but you don’t care.
Especially when he gives you a chaste kiss to the mouth. Once. Twice. And leads you through the home that you already know. His bedroom is on the opposite side of where his parents slept, and when he opens the door to reveal a room lit by a single salt lamp, you almost expect it to be covered in drawings of buildings and filled with canvas prints of famous buildings around the world and sheets designed like graph paper.
Instead, you’re surprised to see an elevated room with newly painted, limewash walls, a heavy desk tucked into the corner with leather portfolios and neatly stacked papers, dark linen sheets folded neatly on the bed with several pillows - including decorative - against a beautiful headboard with a keen design you know is his.
The room looks lived in and elegant, and it smells like the sage and jasmine reed diffuser in the corner.
“You’re fucking hot,” you blurt, startling yourself and Yoongi. “Like your room is - adult. And you made that desk and headboard right? Fucking-” You look up at him and shake your head. “It’s really hot that you do all of these things.”
“Wow. Just the room does it for you, huh?”
You shove him playfully and he falls back on his bed, sitting with a soft bounce. He opens his legs and leans back on his palms, eyes drifting up and down your frame. He smirks, cool confidence making your hands shake as you take a step forward, suddenly feeling far more nervous than you ever have around him.
“Come here,” he purrs, lifting a hand and patting his thigh.
In a trance, you compy. Carefully you crawl into his lap, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his waist as you settle your ass between his legs. His hands wrap behind you, pressed into the small of your back as he leans forward, catching your mouth with his. He pulls your coat from your shoulders, dropping it to the floor as you settle your hand around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair.
Kissing Yoongi makes the world stop. Here, in his bedroom, in his lap, nothing else matters. It doesn’t matter that you’re living in your mom’s house again. It doesn’t matter that you have to figure out what to do about a new place to live. It doesn’t matter that a teeny-tiny part of you was relieved to find your fiance cheating. It doesn’t matter that you were more mad about being kicked out of the apartment than anything else.
All that matters is that something slides into place when Yoongi leans back, letting you fall onto his chest. You giggle into his mouth, letting the slide of your tongues and lips lull you into a sense of longing that you’ve harbored for years without realizing it.
You’re drowning in Yoongi. Your lungs are full of him, sending you gasping into his mouth when he rolls your hips against his, the friction sparking a fire in you. You’re completely lost in him, drifting further and further his mouth places hot, wet kisses on your jaw and neck.
It never occurred to you that you could want someone - Yoongi - this badly. You tremble on top of him as his fingers pull your shirt from the waistband of your jeans, fingers seeking the warmth of your skin.
Breathing becomes difficult, your lips ghosting across the tender skin of his neck, nipping lightly as his calloused fingers brush across your hips, digging in as he rocks you against him. You can’t help but shiver at the feeling of arousal in your stomach, fingers quaking as he lets out a soft moan next to your ear.
Gently, Yoongi rolls the two of you over, slotting himself between your legs and pressing his clothed hard-on where you want him most. You look up at him as he pushes his hair out of his eyes, skin flushed and full of warmth and want. He is beautiful.
Something in you blooms, hungry and feral. You grab his hands and pull them to your chest, squeezing his palms under yours. He grins, getting the hint as he gives your tits a gentle squeeze, working a light moan from you.
“You always had great tits,” Yoongi admits, thumbs circling the gentle hint of nipples through your shirt and bralette. You squirm under his touch and his grin grows wider. “Yeah? Sensitive, hmm?”
“Yes.”
With a pleased hum, Yoongi removes your shirt. It’s cold in his room, but he’s quick to bend down, his hands rubbing up and down your sides, chasing away the goosebumps as he looks up at you, mouth hovering over a peaked nipple.
Slowly, Yoongi flicks his tongue over your nipple. The sensation makes you kick against the mattress, the stimulation something but not nearly enough. You want more, your hands shooting to his forearms and digging your nails in.
Yoongi huffs, warm air gusting over your skin as he gives you what you want, lowering his mouth and wrapping it around your nipple, soaking the fabric of your bralette. Your eyelids flutter shut, one of his hands holding himself up and the other ghosting along your ribs back and forth, making you shiver repeatedly.
Pulling away, Yoongi plucks your nipple playfully with his teeth, making you squeal from a pinch of pain but a flood of pleasure. You feel lightheaded, teetering on the border between present and somewhere far away and he’s barely even touched you.
“You okay?” Yoongi asks. You realize his lips are ghosting against your chin. “You look a little dazed. We can stop.”
“No.” You shake your head, trying to dispel the fog and blinking down at him. “No it’s - it feels good. It’s hard to think when you touch me I just-” The words are stuck in your mouth and you squeeze your eyes shut.
He kisses your nose gently. “You just what?”
“I’m just really into it and it makes me feel all floaty and out of it but present. I don’t know. It’s overwhelming but good.”
“Do you want to keep going?” You nod. “Okay. You can stop at any time, okay? You ever used safe words?”
“No.”
He kisses you sweetly on the forehead, mouth drifting south until he’s nosing you lightly. His next words come out mumbled against your mouth, the hum sending a soft buzz through your lips. “Tell me a word we can use if you need to stop. No matter what we’re doing, the moment you feel uncomfortable, you use the word.”
“Christmas?”
He snickers and presses his forehead against you. “Fine, Christmas is fine.” He pecks your lips. “Okay.” He pulls your hand from your face, giving you a gentle, innocent kiss to the lips. It helps settle you a little. “Tell me what you like.”
“Umm.” Yoongi places butterfly kisses along your jaw, teeth nipping you lightly. You curse and feel your eyes roll back in your head as he sucks at your skin greedily, one of his hands coming up to brush a thumb back and forth over a nipple. “I don’t know.”
“No?” He pinches your right nipple and you moan loudly, earning a smile against your kiss-slicked neck. “You must like something. Do you like it slow? Rough? Messy? Do you like being choked? Hands above your head? Or in control?”
You shake your head. “Want me in control?” You nod. “Got it.” His hand drifts up to your neck and gives the sides a gentle squeeze. A thrill shoots through you and you lean up into him, nodding. “Yeah? Like having my hand around your throat?”
“Yes. I like…” Your words trail off for a moment as you think through the haze of Yoongi’s rasping voice and mouth. “Umm hard but sort of slow?”
“Mhmm.”
“And messy. Messy is good.”
Yoongi gives a satisfied hum. His hand leaves your nipple, brushing down your heated skin toward the apex of your thighs. He presses his fingers firmly over your clothed pussy, not nearly enough friction with underwear and jeans in the way. “And what about being eaten out? Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
You feel his smile against your throat. “Thank fuck. I’ve been dying to taste this fucking pussy.”
Suddenly you’re glad you have a safe word. Yoongi’s words send a fresh wave of arousal straight to your core, a moan leaving your lips as he worships your skin with his mouth. It feels like you could fall headfirst into him and never stop falling. The tension in your stomach is so tight you nearly snap when he unbuttons your jeans, everything he does is so overwhelming that there is almost an urge to cry.
It’s hard to piece together why you feel like this. Why there is an inferno screaming inside of you, begging to be let out. Why the press of Yoongi’s fingers over your damp panties nearly sends you into a blackout, why when he circles your clit through the fabric you let out a strangled noise.
But you think… maybe you know what it is.
Instead of thinking too hard about it, you focus on the way you’re short of breath. The way that your entire body is vibrating with energy. You look down to where Yoongi is on his knees between your legs, dark eyes looking up at you intently. His hands skate up and down the soft flesh of your inner thighs, squeezing periodically.
Way back when, you were always nervous letting people between your legs, letting them see the most intimate parts of you up close. It was anxiety-filled and you were constantly nervous about being wrong - or just. Anything.
But when Yoongi drops his gaze down to where your underwear sticks to your folds and lets out an appreciative curse, there’s no anxiety at all. Just a desire for Yoongi to make you his. For you to dig your fingers into him and make him yours.
Flashing you a wicked grin, he leans forward and gives a slow, wet lick over your panties. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, back arching and thighs twitching shut a little. The stimulation is more, but not enough. “Please don’t tease me.”
“Hmm, no? Want my mouth on this perfect pussy?”
“Please.”
He tucks his fingers under your underwear and pulls them down slowly, pressing a kiss to your knee absently. “You’re so much more pliant than I expected. Just want to be taken care of?”
Something inside you squeezes sharply and you shut your eyes, nodding. Realizing he can’t see you nodding, you whisper, “Yes.”
Firmly but slowly, Yoongi presses his palms into your thighs, spreading you wide. The stretch pulls your muscles but it’s a pleasant burn that is immediately forgotten when you feel his hot breath skate over your aching hole.
You have never wanted someone’s goddamn mouth this bad. Yoongi laughs and you realize that you’re squirming, wiggling your hips a little toward his mouth. You immediately stop, hands covering your face as you groan, realizing that you are pliant for him.
Embarrassment morphs into surprise and white hot pleasure when Yoongi licks you slowly from dripping hole to clit. Your breath gets stuck in your chest at the sensation, his tongue languidly rolling around your clit before he slow-drags it back down, dipping into your hole teasingly.
“Holy fuck,” you gasp as he repeats the motion, the flat of his tongue dragging upward. “Fuck, Yoongi.”
He hums contentedly, flicking his tongue back and forth over your clit playfully. Your thighs tighten and shake, and you’re only able to let out the breath you’ve been holding when he pulls away and gives a soft chuckle.
“Fuck,” he grumbles, shuffling and sliding his hands under your ass. His fingers grip you firmly and he pulls you to his mouth, using the grip on your ass to anchor you to him. “Can you look at me, baby?”
The new endearment makes your fingers clench in the sheets. It’s dizzying when you shift to your elbows, barely able to prop yourself up. The room tilts as he grins between your legs, lips glossed with your arousal.
“Want you to watch,” he murmurs, kissing your inner thigh. It leaves a sticky mouth print. “Such a sweet little cunt.”
Yoongi’s words have no time to land. He leans forward and you watch with acute fascination as he sucks your clit gently between his lips. Your nerves turn to molten lava and though he wants you to watch, your head falls back and you feel your eyes roll, a whimper escaping your mouth as he suckles greedily.
Everything Yoongi does has always been art. He eats you out no different, alternately between eagerly tonguing every inch of you and sucking gently on your clit. You somehow manage to lift your heavy head, swimming with no thoughts but Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi to watch as he closes his eyes, humming delightedly as his greedy tongue slips into your clenching hole.
“Holy fuck,” you squeak. Your legs threaten to close as the knot in your stomach tightens. You know you’re going to come soon, knees squeezing his shoulders as he hums and sucks and licks, not letting a drop go to waste. “I’m gonnnaaa-”
You can’t finish the sentence. He knows you’re going to come, his tongue firmer, his mouth hungrier. His mouth is loud and wet against you, which might gross you out if you weren’t babbling, twisting your hips under him as the pressure in your stomach shot upward. You’re panting and nearly delirious when one hand slides from your ass to your hole, his thumb applying just enough pressure to relieve a bit of the ache.
“Fuck,” you squeak.
You come hard, eyes squeezed shut, Yoongi sucking your clit harshly and humming, the hum of his mouth sending you over and his thumb dipping into your hole to apply pressure. Under the force of your orgasm, you collapse to the bed, full-body twitching as his gluttonous mouth sucks at you, not letting up.
A numb-like tingle settles into your veins. You feel drunk, and not from the wine. Something headier that makes your thoughts white noise and your limbs heavy-soft. Yoongi gives your clit a kiss before squeezing your ass playfully, kissing his way up your stomach to your chest.
“How are you doing?” he asks gently.
“I think I just saw god,” you croak, voice hoarse from overuse. “Fuck. Fuck.”
He hums and licks into your mouth. You taste yourself on him, sticky-sweet and heady. He moans, dropping his hips to press against your slick thighs and still-dripping cunt. “Let me,” you mumble against his mouth, hand dropping between you and squeezing him over his jeans. Fuck. Your eyes flutter open, your hand feeling the full size of Yoongi’s cock. “Oh my god, do you have a big dick?”
Yoongi bursts into laughter, groaning and burying his head in your neck. He busies his mouth with placing sloppy kisses, more tongue than anything, against your pulse point. “I mean, yeah.”
“I mean, yeah,” you mimic in a high-pitched voice. He laughs and you squirm. Even his laugh is hot. “Well show me. I wanna suck you off.”
“Can I be honest?”
“You just made me come from tongue alone, so yeah.”
“If your mouth comes near my dick I might come. I was close to busting in my fucking jeans like a teenager just now. I’d love for you to suck me off another time, but I am living my dream right now and I might bust a nut immediately.”
You look at him owlishly. “Living your dream, huh?”
“Shut up,” he growls playfully. “Roll over on your stomach for me and put that perfect ass into the air, hmm?”
With sluggish limbs and your head spinning, you do what he asks. He snaps the back of your bralette and you let it fall down your arms before tossing it aside. Leaning on your elbows, you put your ass in the air, wiggling it for effect. He huffs out a laugh behind you and you turn your head to watch him pull his shirt off.
Underneath his clothes, Yoongi is flushed pink and smooth. You watch, dazed and appreciative as he undoes his jeans swiftly. There is something alluring about watching the way his hands work his pants off. His strong thighs flex when he straightens, tucking his thumbs underneath the waistband of his briefs to slide them down and -
“Holy fuck,” you blurt. Yoongi looks up at you, blonde hair sticking to his forehead and cock bobbing heavily against his stomach. He does have a big dick - thick and long with a flushed tip leaking precum that makes your mouth water. “You’re joking.”
For a moment, the confident Yoongi from a second ago wavers, face red as he shyly gets on the bed. “If we have to stop we can-”
“Please fuck me,” you beg. You don’t even hesitate, shuffling your knees so that your ass is higher. “I don’t care if it hurts. Please.”
His hands are on your ass, making your heart hammer in your chest. You think it might give out as Yoongi shuffles behind you, his thighs brushing against the back of yours. You feel the sticky crown of his cock against an asscheek, making you press backward to apply pressure. A sharp smack lands on your ass, earning both a cry and a moan from you.
“Don’t fucking start,” Yoongi growls. Both of his hands grip your ass as he slides his shaft between your sticky folds. Your forehead rests on sweaty sheets as you pant, feeling how hard and long he is. “Gonna fuck you open with my fingers a little.”
“Yoongi.”
“You said you wanted me to fuck you, baby. So let me.”
Yoongi’s hands drift from the apples of your ass to your fluttering hole. There’s a pit in your stomach, butterflies going wild as his fingers brush around your ring of muscles, hole twitching. His cock is pressed against your ass as he slides a finger in, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as he presses against your front wall, the smooth glide of his fingers addicting.
“More,” you whisper. “Please.”
He hums in agreement, sliding in another finger. It’s a stretch, but it’s good. Pleasure whites out everything else. There’s just the tight glide of his fingers, pressing against that soft spot in you. Everything he does, your stomach lurches, the pleasure turning you boneless as you continue to melt into the mattress, letting Yoongi slow-fuck you with his fingers until he decides you can take him.
Slowly, he removes his fingers, a line of arousal sticking to your ass as he uses both hands to spread you open. He moans, shuffling so that his cockhead catches your entrance, holding the blunt tip there for a second, letting your hole clench and unclench at the pressure.
“Holy fuck, please.”
“What was that?”
“Min Yoongi, plea-”
Your words turn into an embarrassing sound as he sinks deep into your pussy, so wet that he slides almost to the hilt. The wind gets knocked out of you and for a second, you lay there in white light, unable to think about anything but the painful stretch of his cock reaching deep deep.
There’s nothing else but the feel of him, hips pressed to your ass, hands rubbing up and down your back, letting your walls flutter around him as you adjust to the girth. And you do have to adjust, remembering to breathe through it. When the slight sting fades, you swivel your hips, making both of you sigh.
Taking the hint, Yoongi pulls out, using his hands on your ass to control both of your movements before he sinks back in, finding a smooth, steady rhythm that has stars exploding behind your eyelids. You’re gone in seconds, thoughts replaced by the livewire feeling in your stomach and the way Yoongi fucks you hard and deep, though his movements are slow.
Yoongi makes sounds behind you that make you fall apart that much faster. His hands are reverent and careful as he pulls you onto his cock, fucking you like you asked. Slow. With purpose. Every thrust is weighted, Yoongi putting his entire frame into each stroke as he fucks you into the mattress, punctuated by his stilted breaths.
“Fuck,” he swears. “You have no fucking idea the way I dreamed about this. Fucking-” he breaks off with a growl, fingers gripping you with bone-shattering strength. “Wanted to do everything with you. For years.”
Something inside of you snaps and you let out a muffled cry, realizing that you're near tears. Because yeah. You know what he means. You knew it when you saw him standing in the kitchen making a home with your mom. You knew it when you saw him carving rocking chairs and brushing sawdust out of your hair.
“I’m sorry,” you gasp as he adjusts the angle, hitting your spot on the upstroke. It nearly sends you into space. “But me too.”
He smacks your ass, the sting almost sending you headfirst into your orgasm. “Yeah? Thought of me even when you weren’t here, hmm?”
“Yes.”
“Thought of me even when you were lying awake at night in a city without me?”
“Yes.”
He slaps your ass again and you feel your orgasm, so tight and intense that you think you might die if the pressure doesn’t pop. “Come on,” he grunts, a hand sliding around your waist and reading down to press tight circles on your clit. Your vision goes white. “Come for me, then. Fucking show me.”
It’s all you need. You come around Yoongi, squeezing him so tight and screaming viciously into his sheets. He grabs you tight and curses loudly behind you, immediately coming deep in your cunt, shivering against you as he pants through it. You’re barely aware that his weight is on top of you, your entire being somewhere else far away.
For a while, there is just gasping breaths and tangled limbs. You’re unsure how to string together words, your mind and bones melted. Your body twitching with post-orgasm tremors.
Strings of thoughts begin to pull together. The twine to make coherent ideas. Memories. Things. You feel the weight of Yoongi, who is only half on top of you as he tries to catch his breath. Tries to piece himself together, both of you collapsed and tangled in something beyond just bodies.
Whatever it is that just happened is more than just fucking and you know it. Know that Yoongi knows it. You’ve been dancing around an inevitable thought for weeks, while watching him hunched over his workstation, painting stain on a cabinet with his sweater sleeves pulled over his hand. Watching him shuffle boxes of dreidels that he hand-carved for the synagogue down the street.
The dread of coming home during the holidays was always about the association to your family. To your dad being gone. To the guilt gnawing at you for leaving your mom. But now, as he pulls the rest of himself off of you and rolls onto his back, hands grabbing you and pulling you to his sweaty side, you think that maybe being afraid of home was a little bit about him too. About the memory of him. About the little inkling of a crush that you never got over.
“Your mom is gonna give us so much shit in the morning,” he mumbles, words a little slurred. You curl into his side, tucking your face in his neck. He smells a little like cedar, a little like sex and sweat. “She might never let me in the house again.”
“Untrue. She loves you.”
“Hmm. It’s a start.” He sighs, words drifting off. “And no safe word needed. I could barely choke you out if I wanted. I thought I was gonna come as soon as I put it in. Holy fuck.”
“Fuck Christmas,” you laugh. “I want you to do that again. However you want to.” He snorts. “Also, I want to suck your dick in the morning. I didn’t get you a gift.”
“Fine,” he mumbles. “Sleep, yeah?”
You hum. “Yeah.”
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kuroo and the 5 love languages:
1. acts of service.
def his top way to express his love. he likes doing things for you that would make your life even the tiniest bit easier. don’t feel like cleaning the kitchen today? he’s got you. don’t wanna get up and refill your water? he’s way ahead of you. i see him as a caregiver, mostly based off of how he treats those around him. he’s always teaching someone something, making sure they eat, etc etc. he’s ready to do anything for you at a moments notice just so he can see a smile on your face and feel relaxed.
2. words of affirmation.
this man always knows what to say to make someone feel better. i don’t think it’s his top way to express his love because he honestly does this for most people, even strangers. ofc he will step it up for someone he loves but he just has the gift of gab. he will tease you relentlessly but it’s out of love, he swears. if you’re having a bad day where you can’t take the teasing, he will instead fill your mind with praises and affectionate words. he’ll go on and on with how much you mean to him, the reasons he loves you, you name it !!!
3. gift giving.
i feel like kuroo is really good at getting you the perfect gift but he doesn’t swamp you with them. every once in awhile he’ll get you flowers or he saw something that reminded him of you so he bought it. but around ur bday, christmas and valentine’s day?? OH MYYY. he really goes all out. he just wants to spoil you sm.
4. quality time.
kuroo def loves to be around you as much as possible but he also understands the importance of having some time apart. he knows you both have friends/family to see, hobbies to do, and mundane things like go to work/school. BUT when you guys have nothing to do?? he is so eager to spend his time around you. he loves nothing more than curling up on the couch and watching whatever show you want. he’ll def put up a fight for the remote but is happy to watch whatever you want. he just wants to be difficult to get more attention :’)
5. physical touch.
i am not saying that kuroo doesn’t express his love through physical touch, i just think he doesn’t crave it as much as others. (looking at u bokuto<3) BUT that being said, he can be a clingy baby. those lazy days when you guys have nothing to do? he wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms and plant kisses all over your cute lil face. you have to get up? okay, that’s fine, just expect him to follow you. he’ll hug you from behind or hold your hand. when he gets into this mood, you must provide all the snuggles and smooches. i don’t make the rules ok??
kuroo will def adjust how he expresses his love to you depending on YOUR love language though. if your top one is physical touch, he will make sure that’s how he expresses his love to you the most. he wants you to feel loved and cherished by him, always. these are just little ideas on how he would express each one. :) x
#idk just random thoughts i had!! idk if i rlly like the order i put these in but what can you do#what are ur thoughts??#kuroo#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsuro#<3
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I just drew a hell ton of Michael Afton drawings lol- This gives me an Idea with Michael with an artist s/o headcanons, I saw you just posted a few hours ago so I dont wanna burn you out with alot of requests. But you could write if you want too!! Have a wonderful night or day!! :]] :DD
Of course!:D also the more requests the better bc it gives me ideas and let’s me write more and stops me from getting writer’s block:3 thank you for requestingggg<3
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Michael afton with an artist S/O - hc’s 🔮
He honestly LOVES to watch you draw, he finds your concentrated face so cute! Sometimes he’ll ask if he can help but we all know where that’s gonna end up..
I imagine on his bday, Valentine’s, Christmas etc etc you would draw something from his favourite show or game or possibly you would draw him. He adores them so much, it makes him happy that someone would spend so much time just for him.
He has a secret stash full of your drawings and I imagine he had a small one in his wallet, and at work he has some either hanging up or a picture frame on his desk:3
He would try to draw some pictures for you but yk.. he isn’t the BEST at drawing even tho he did get good grades in art class he barely remembers anything, but you still find it cute so you have a lil pictures of things he has drawn:3
He would 100% brag about it, he would show his friends and say how he’s so lucky and how much he loves you:3
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Masterlist if you wanna check out my other works:)
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how enhypen hyung line spoils you
a/n: okay so the only reason im writing this is because heejay went on tmi news and heeseung said jay is probably the richest enhypen member.. plus jay spending 6k on a hotel for heeseung and the fact that jay’s dad owns a travel agency got me thinking so 😁 yeah here’s a headcanon on how hyung line spoil you :D — also reminder that this is a work of fiction and I wrote this based on what I think would suit with their personalities !
HEESEUNG
hee will also spoil you with his undivided attention !!
it sounds simple but whenever he is with you, he is not focusing on anything but you. he feels like he doesnt spend as much time with you as he wants to, so moments with you are so precious to him and he is always listening and responding. its really relaxing </3
(open to read more <3)
i dont really think heeseung is the type to buy you lots of materialistic things but since i feel he is really attentive he’ll instead just randomly gift you things that you had said you needed around him and just ended up forgetting about.
you complaining about it being so hot lately and needing to buy a small fan to carry around? heeseung will randomly gift you a portable fan he bought you the other day, oh you know, just ‘casually’ as he says. you saying how youre so hungry and dont have time to go get food during your lunch break? you have food delivered to your work.
also !! heeseung is so sO unbelievably talented !!
plus he knows how much you like his singing, so how else does he spoil you? with his voice.
it sounds cheesy but ); how could you not drop everything right that second when heeseung starts singing for you
so,, you both chilling in bed together and relaxing? he’ll start humming softly or singing quietly because he knows how much you enjoy it, especially when youre stressed out ):
You’re so lucky because he literally voice records him singing cover songs in English too and send them to you, just for your ears only
Also will show you snippets of enhypen’s new songs or choreos because he knows you’re an engene too hehe
JAY
tbh he doesnt even bat an eyelash at the prospect of buying you something expensive
i mentioned this before but if he is out shopping, travelling, etc and he sees something he thinks you would like, need or look good on you? he buys it with no second thoughts !
loves buying matching outfits with you <3
he likes to spoil you as well in terms of quality time ):
he’ll rent a small yacht for you both to enjoy a relaxing evening together, rent a restaurant out just for you both, etc just so you two can spend a relaxing time together privatley <3
WILL pull a lee young joon on you from what’s wrong with secretary kim and rent out a whole theme park just to surprise you with 😋
also uses the fact his dad is the owner of a travel agency to his advantage and often books hotel and resort stays for you both whenever he can 😋😋
i think jay would also be the type to spoil you with cheesy couple gifts during anniversaries and on dates lol
so you HAVE started to build a small collection of stuffed teddy bears on your bed..
ofc he spoils you with materialistic things !! he likes it but with jay your comfort and happiness is ALWAYS one of his top priorities with you so he also always makes sure to make some time in his schedule whenever he can, just to spend some time with you <3
JAKE
I think jake wouldnt spoil you that much, at least he wouldnt make it explicitly obvious
more the type to spoil you with surprises during anniversaries or special occasions
will be all shy like, “y/n youre not busy for the two days after your birthday, right? just saying please leave your schedule free for then.”
you’re confused but do what he says anyways, and when he surprises you with plane tickets, you have to pretend to act surprised hehe
often pays for expenses such as café or restaurant bills for you (EVEN if you tell him you can pay it yourself 🙄)
i think he would spoil you with random gifts that he gets for you, and over time they accumulate and each little thing he gives you is a reminder of one of your many dates with him <3
that picture frame on your bedroom wall over there? oh jake surprised you with it. the necklace youre wearing? oh jake bought it for you. that blanket on your bed? oh jake didnt want you to get cold at night, so he bought it for you to make sure youre warm ):
he is also very thoughtful so he always considers your health! and he spoils you in the sense of making sure you have the necessities he thinks you need !
when you both went out on a date and he noticed you didnt have a scarf and was complaining about how cold it was he went and bought you a new one rIGHT that second. jake wont dare let his y/n catch a cold 😠😤
jake is also so so sweet ): so he ALWAYS is showering you in compliments and praise
lowkey youre spoiled by his kind words like you could be doing the bare minimum and he’ll be telling you ‘yes thats my baby! youre doing so well!!”
overall jake just wants to make sure youre healthy and happy !! he is always noticing the small things about you hehe so he ends up spoiling you in his own ways unintentionally (:
SUNGHOON
okAY so youre literally dating him but he’ll be telling you how lucky you are to even be receiving his attention in the first place 🙄
but lowkey he does spoil you too
I see sunghoon making beaded bracelets for you and gifting them to you ):
Another one of the #teddybeargivers™
Spoils you a lot on special occasions. Will buy you roses, candles, chocolate, teddy bears etc. the typical boyfriend-y gifts on days like valentine’s or your bday </3
I feel like sunghoon is very subtle about spoiling you but when he sometimes does spoil you it’ll be something low-key expensive
Like uh sunghoon ?? An apple watch for Christmas?? i don’t think I can accept this
But he’ll look at you like 😐 y/n I went out of my way to buy this for you and it was expensive u better be grateful
Idk if this makes sense but he spoils you in his hoodies 😋
He always have a bunch that he separates ready for you to steal hehe
Also you know how I mentioned the gifts on special occasions? Well he will also write these long, detailed cards and give them to you and since sunghoon isn’t the best at conveying his emotions when he puts down all of his feelings down on a piece of paper,, you always feel so spoiled and flustered in his love ):
<3
#enhypenwriters#enhypen headcanons#enhypen scenarios#enhypen reactions#enhypen imagines#enhypen jake#enhypen fluff#Jake fluff#sunghoon fluff#jay headcannons
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1, 2, 9, and 16!! <3
EEEEK THANK UUUU <3 this might be rly long i am so sorry
1. what are the basics of your self insert? name, date of birth, height, etc.?
her name is ally valentine !! if you want to be Full Name its allyson ashley ellie valentine :D
i couldnt choose one middle name and i wanted her to have one and ashley is a vvv special name to me and ellie is from a song i rly like :D
her birthday is december 24th ! fun lil fact: i debated whether or not for her date of birth to be valentines day or in october (cuz that is my bday month!) i decided against it and that i rly adore christmas (its a rly special holiday to me and one of my favourite holidays) so it just fits her :D
her height is 4′8, i mentioned this like a while ago, but she was rlyyy tall to start out with and it felt rlyyy out of character and rly odd for her to be like approximately 6′ lol
other basic information is: she has long blonde hair, pastel pink/blue eyes with heart pupils, has an older brother she adores more than anything ever, and probably some other things i dont ... remember right off the bat
2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?
becuz im not doing COMPLETE hs canon, even if its in the rightful realm of it ill answer it in my canon instead
ally comes into the picture when jade begins to talk to her via thru mc and jade then introduces her to john, rose and finally dave. what she actually looks like doesnt come in until very later, but she has a catgirl mc skin while introducing/talking to them
i havent worked on it in a while yikes but its a cute little entrance to introduce her <3
9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?
uh jade john and dave :D w/ the trolls however it would most likely be ar//adia and nep//eta !!
16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.
allys a hopeless romantic, her aesthetic is very lovecore themed! thus the heart pupils as i love shaped pupils so much, she adores love songs and anything to do with it. it makes her rly happy actually !!
#sunshine girl !!#im so sorry this is all over the place#i was not expecting anyone to ask anything for this e#i sound rly kidlike talking abt her oh glob#thank youuu for the ask tho !!#means so much <3#asks <3
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Okay so I think Zeke is anti holiday so he hates Xmas and even things like Valentine’s Day because he says it’s just another form of consumerism and that he can’t be fooled. But he’s really weird in that he will celebrate obscure shit like world obesity day (march 4) and order takeout like burgers etc and you’d be like umm it’s supposed to raise awareness for obesity and not be an excuse to eat junk food are you okay in the head? Idk I just feel like this man would keep you on your toes 😂
PLS HE IS AN ENIGMA😭this made me laugh because i can sooo see it happening lmaooo like he'll remember obscure holiday dates to heart but it's kind of cute cuz there's always something to celebrate when you're with him. he's a lot of fun.
OMG ALSO he likes ignoring christmas as a holiday and solely sees it as levi's bday to annoy him (but also cuz he lowkey likes him a lot) like zeke will fully stop someone in conversation to mention levi
literally anyone: what are your plans for christmas eve?
Zeke: You mean the eve of levi's birthday? Bold of you to assume im free on such an important day.
***cue levi making a disgusted face in the back
send me hcs of any character it literally does NOT matter i will take them all with open arms
#pluto answers#zeke yeager#levi lives rent free in zeke's head#and you didn't hear this from me but....vice versa
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Alex doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who would buy you material things on big occasions, he likes to offer /experiences/. Your bday? Concert tickets. Valentine’s day? Spa day. Christmas? Disneyland trip. (Who am I kidding tho, he will always have a little something on the side bc he just has to.)
Aw yes, I agree with all of this.
And what I love so much about it is that he could (and on rare occasions) does spoil the ever loving shit out of you. Expensive bags and perfumes, michelin-star dinners, etc. But for the most part he tries really hard to invest the money on memories and experiences.
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The Gift of Nothing. Fun Xmas Prank for Friends.
Take "Less is more." to the max with the hilarious Gift of Nothing!
Some people think something is better than nothing, well think again! Introducing the fabulous Gift of Nothing. It's the best gift for the dad who has everything, the mom who always says "You don't need to get me anything, sweetie." or the girlfriend who is definitely testing you when says she doesn't want anything for her birthday.
Make it the gift that keeps on giving!
Your husband may have bought it for you on Valentine's Day, but watch out because Xmas is right around the corner and he's next! Pass this hilarious gift idea around the family and see who gets nothing next. Men and women alike will get a kick out of this extra special gift - even grandpa could get in on this action! Other presents can't compete with this ultimate unforgettable silly gift.
Family friendly gift everyone can enjoy.
Enjoy some good old fashioned family fun with the funniest fake gift! Appropriate for kids, teenagers, and adults of all ages! Whether it's for a bday, Father's Day, Mother's Day, or Xmas, nothing could be better than this. This anti-gift contains no nuts, no meat, or anything at all so even vegans and people with peanut allergies can enjoy!
Office making you participate in Secret Santa?
Just bring nothing! The Gift of Nothing, that is. Share laughs with coworkers when you break this out at the office White Elephant Christmas party. This weird (and definitely not stupid or useless) toy will be a smash hit this holiday season.
What’s in the box?
You will receive one (1) "Gift of Nothing" novelty package with nothing inside.
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Some customers review:
Ray Rauch
Great white elephant gift or the gift for someone who said they wanted "Nothing" for the holidays. This fits the bill super nicely. I think they are going to love that I was thoughtful enough to get them nothing and that's all for this Christmas season. It's really what they deserved after all.
Jess
I love this gag gift and laughed at all the clever labels describing what's in it/what it's for (nothing of course) etc.. What's better than to make someone laugh and put a smile on their face? It's peanut free, sugar free and emotion free! I love it. I would recommend this.
Heidi Anne Heiner
Okay, this is hilarious and we giggled over it all weekend. I got it to give to my dad for Christmas and have already teased him that it is something that he's always wanted. It's true since he is not big on getting stuff and doesn't care about receiving gifts. So I finally found his perfect gift. This will make the entire family laugh when he opens it up. I like that I can keep teasing that it is sugar free, gluten free, etc. in the meantime.
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What should I do??
Hi, I don’t really know if anyone will see this but I'm gonna try, just incase. If you do choose to respond, you can be as brutally honest & unbiased as you’d like, I’m not easily offended.
I am f19, and have been in a relationship with m18 for almost 6 years. For the sake of his privacy lets call him Joe.
lets call me Mina.
Backstory:
- Joe & I have been together since we were 13, we went to the same secondary school & college (for Americans, same middle school & high school)
- we had been close friends since we were like 11, very visibly super close friends in school.
- when we started dating at the end of our second year, we spent the entire summer together.
- when we got back he just... pretended I didn't exist????
- like tf?
- anyway, we were still hanging out outside of school, but my school separate the year based on grades in third year, so I was placed in X and he was placed in Y, therefore we had 0 classes together
- though, in the corridors, at lunch, at break, etc, he’d pretend I didn't exist???
- he also told me not to tell anyone we were dating???
- this lasted maybe 2 years? until I got really mad and he started acknowledging me in our final year of secondary school & people knew we were dating.
- his mum ended up convincing me to apply to the same college as him, we did different courses so rarely saw each other, but occasionally took the train together on one of our mutual starting times.
- now, I go to university about 2 hours away from our hometown and live there, he doesn’t go to university at all.
the catfish:
- of course the initial: “don’t tell anyone we’re dating”
- when I was still 13, I did something SUPER childish, though no regrets and made a fake iMessage account so he’d think someone was texting him.
- I used Loren Gray’s picture because this boy had NO social medias, he was SO anti it.
- anyway, pretended I had gotten his number on Facebook, and that I had seen him at athletics (he’s an athlete) and I thought he was attractive and asked if he had a girlfriend
- then we went through this long “no I don't” “jk I do” back and forth bullshit.
- oh he also didn't tell me about her until I said she had messaged me, but whatever idc but that's the first piece of info.
Sabrina:
- next, I must've been 15?? idk exactly how old I am
- I do not and have NEVER cared who my boyfriend talks to, girl, boy, non-binary, whatever, I don't give a shit.
- so I'm on his phone, taking snapchats to save to his memories and I kept seeing this girls name pop up.
- let’s call her Sabrina.
- I had noticed he talks to her a LOT, but he never had mentioned her, but eh its whatever... probably just one of his friends, right?
- I used to just message his friends on his phone so I went onto her chat intending to be like “heyyyy bro, nice to meet you my name is Mina, do you wanna be friends?”
- but I'm seeing messages talking about: “what age would you have sex?”
- side note: he and I both lost our virginities when we were 15, later this year but at this point we had both been “handsy” down there???
- anyway she says “18″, he says “you know its legal at 16 tho right?
- “yeah, but still 18″
- “why not 16″
- whatever I don't remember the entire convo.
- so I was like hmm this is a bit sus and scrolled up to see their messages.
- “do you have a girlfriend” “no” “actually yes” “im joking, no.”
- so im like wait what???
- anyway, I don't mention it for like 7 months? he denies it before saying what he said was innocent and he was just curious in a friendly way.
- I let it go.
Kendall:
- I was probably 16 or almost 17 at this point
- again, for privacy, we’ll call this girl Kendall.
- Kendall and I have a mutual friend, we’ll call her Tiana.
- Tiana and I were best friends.
- One day, Tiana messaged me and said hey, my friend Kendall was speaking to Joe & realised wait isn't that Mina’s boyfriend and sent me these screenshots as soon as she realised.
- I had probably seen her name in his recent chats but didn't care enough to ask about it.
- anyway, the screenshots were just him being super flirty with emojis? like sounds childish but you know what I mean.
- and he was joking about “go to bed its past your bed time” and she was like “no why are you chatting, you’re up too”
- then. THEN. THIS BOI HAS THE AUDACITY.
- “shush and listen to your daddy”
- wHAT.
- I immediately confront him and he denies knowing anyone of that name at first, before saying oh I didn't mean it like that, it was like a mum/ dad joke we have
- so again, I let it go
Adrien:
- back in school, my maths teacher sent myself and this boy to the study area which is an open space in the school, visible from all levels.
- lets call him Adrien.
- note: adrien and I were both quite smart and in top set for most classes, our surnames are next to eachother on the register so were often seated beside each other.
- we were very very close FRIENDS
- so we’re doing work, chatting a bit- whatever
- at some point, he jokingly pushes my head away, idk what I said, I do not remember.
- note: the entire school is IN CLASS.
- a few seconds later, I feel my phone vibrate, sneak it out of my pocket to see a text from Joe: “why is Adrien touching your face?”
- I look around and no ones there, anyway he still gets mad about it now.
Other stuff:
- he used to threaten to kill himself if i broke up with him
- or if we were arguing he’d say he can do this anymore, imply suicide, the leave his phone for ages and get super mad if I contacted his sister or mum to find out if he was safe.
- sometimes i’d see him joking around on his sisters snapchat story when I'm panicking because he said he’d kill himself.
- I'm not materialistic, but the fact that he rarely would get me bday/xmas presents was kinda upsetting. (he has a lot of money, my family is broke but I make the BIGGEST deal out of xmas and his bday and everything)
- would work extra hours so he’d feel so so spoiled on xmas and his bday.
- once he got me just a xmas themed toilet roll on Christmas, last year he gave me a small jar of vegan candies.
- I think he acknowledged valentines day twice in our relationship?
- which was sad because pre-relationship, valentines was my fave day of the year & I'd hand out heart shaped chocolates to everyone at school.
- often blames his mental health on me.
- will cut me off and then act like I'm the one not listening to HIS problems.
- if another guy has a crush on ME, then he gets mad at me?
- every boy in my college class admitted to having a crush on me at some point, awkward but my course was reliant on group projects so I couldn't just block them??? they all knew I had a bf
Extra:
- I have never orgasmed ONCE in my entire life... rip
- when I say he is ACTUALLY jealous, I mean like ACTUALLY jealous of me having a crush on like... cartoon characters?? (& also anime characters)
- has said sexist and transphobic things, that I DRAGGED him for.
- I think he's very manipulative and also immature.
- hates that I'm smart
- HATES that my love language is acts of service. like HATES it.
- there's more but I won't bore you.
mini story:
- we went to Paris for my 18th birthday.
- he tried to break up with me right before because “he feels like shit compared to other guys”
- I was crying down the phone (I never ever cry) begging him to reconsider
- we went to Paris, it was nice.
- note: we also had sex there
- and then we get back and he says: “I hated you the entire time” and other stuff but I don't remember
this is according to him:
- I think I'm right all the time and think im little miss perfect
- I put in no effort
- I do not listen
- I just need to realise that all my male friends are only my friends because they want to fuck me.
- I do not care about anything
- I assume things
- I compare him to other guys????
- I make him feel like shit
(his words, though I disagree)
- we have been in a relationship for almost 6 years
- he’s my friend
- I love his family so much, I've watched his nephew grow up and I text his sister and I just love them.
- though he isn’t my type on paper, I do find him attractive
- we have somewhat similar kinks
- my family seem to like him
- not gonna lie, we’d make cute babies.
- we both enjoy sports and also he sometimes plays video games with me (I'm an avid gamer, I twitch stream and play PC, PS4 & Switch, he sometimes will play fortnite or Mario kart with me)
- we have this cute cheerleader/ athlete thing which I like
- oh, right, pls don't judge this but its important to me to raise my children plant-based until they're old enough to decide for themselves- he isn't plant-based but is 100% onboard which is very important to me.
- has done cute things for me before like turn up at my house with my fave candy or buy an extra pack of gum/ drink for me.
- this sounds irrelevant, but I DO love to party/rave but I do not drink alcohol, I actually have a weird phobia of it, though I would 100% get high
- Joe and I both do not drink and although that's not something id look for in a s/o, it made me feel like I wasn't the only one lmao.
- my first & only relationship
ANWYAY, we’ve been arguing for months, if you see this what do you think I should do? would it be overreacting to break up? I would still wanna be his friend because I care but I dunno what to do
#advice#i need help#relationship#toxic#toxic relationship#please help#relationship advice#help#send help
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2021.
JANUARY 2020
Where did you go on new year’s?: i stayed home. it was the first time in years that i wasn’t at work for it tho
Who kissed you on new year’s? my husband
Did you have a New Year’s Resolution this year? a few!
Does it snow where you live? yeah
Do you like hot chocolate? i do!
Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop? i wish
Is January anything special to you? (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Vacations, etc.) not really. it’s my husband’s birthday tho
FEBRUARY 2020
Were you single? nope
Who was your Valentine? my husband
When you were little did you buy Valentine’s for the whole class? yeah
Do you care if the groundhog sees its shadow or not? no
What did you receive for Valentine’s day? nothing really. my husband took me to dinner tho
What did you give for Valentine’s Day? nothing
Is February anything special to you? (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Vacations, etc.) nope
MARCH 2020
Are you Irish? yeah
Do you like corned beef and cabbage? no
What did you do for St Patrick’s Day? nothing
Are you happy when winter is pretty much over? not really. i do like spring tho but it also means it’s almost gonna be too hot
Is March anything special to you? (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Vacations, etc.) no
APRIL 2020
Do you like the rain? i do
Did you play an April fool’s joke on anyone this year? no
Do you get tons of candy for Easter? no
Do you celebrate 4/20? no
Do you love the month of April? sure
Is April anything special to you? (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Vacations, etc.) nope
MAY 2020
What is your favorite flower? lillies
Finish the phrase “April showers…”: Bring May flowers
Do you celebrate May 16th: National Piercing Day? no
Is May anything special to you? (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Vacations, etc.) no but it will be :)
JUNE 2020
What year did/will you graduate from high school? 2009
Did you do anything fun during this Month? not that i recall
Have a favorite baseball team? no
Is June anything special to you? (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Vacations, etc.) it’s me and my husband’s dating anniversary month
JULY 2020
What did you do on the 4th of July? went to my husband’s grandma’s house
Did you go to the fireworks? no
Did you blast the A/C all day? yeah
Is July anything special to you? (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Vacations, etc.) it’s my best friend’s bday month
AUGUST 2020
Did you have a sunburn? no
Did you go to the pool a lot? no
Did you go out of town? yeah
Is August anything special to you? (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Vacations, etc.) nope
SEPTEMBER 2020
Are you attending college/school? no
Do you like fall better than summer? yeah
What happened this month? i found out i’m pregnant :)
Is September anything special to you? (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Vacations, etc.): yes! it’ll forever be the month i found out about my baby! also it’s my sister and dad’s birthday month
OCTOBER 2020
Whats your favorite candy? rn skittles
What was your favorite thing(s)about this month? horror movie month!
What are you planning to be for Halloween? nothing
Are you going to be trick or treating? idk
Is October anything special to you? (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Vacations, etc.): it’s me and my husband’s wedding anniversary month!
NOVEMBER 2020
Whose house do you go to for Thanksgiving? my husband’s grandma’s house
What are you going thankful for this year?: my friends, my family, and my baby girl
Do you love stuffing? no
Anything exciting happen this month? no
Is November anything special to you? (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Vacations, etc.): no
DECEMBER 2020
Do you celebrate Christmas? yeah
Have you ever been kissed under the mistletoe? No
Get anything special last year? not really
What do you love most about December? christmas!
Is December anything special to you? (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Vacations, etc.):
christmas and my birthday!
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Get to know me
Tagged by @thelittleredwhocould
Do it if you want :)
LAST:
1- Drink: Water 2- Last Phone Call: God-Mother/Aunt 3- Text Message: My oldest sister, two days ago 4- Song Listened To: Dis one 5- Time You Cried: Fuck if I know
HAVE YOU:
6- Dated someone twice: Nope 7- Kissed someone and regretted it- Yes 8- Been cheated on: No 9- Lost someone special: Yes 10- Been depressed: *in Snape voice* Always. 11- Gotten drunk and thrown up: Yep
LIST THREE COLORS
12- The misty blue/grey of the sky during a thunderstorm 13- The blue of the sky after the sun goes down but before the street lights kick on 14- The green of Jensen Ackles’ eyes
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU
15: Made New Friends- YAS 16: Fallen out of love: Nah 17- Laughed until you cried: I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this hard. I NEVER cry, so I can laugh until I can’t breathe, pee my pants, etc, but never until I cry. (So we’ll just go with really really hard and that answer is yes.) 18- Found out someone was talking about you: No? 19- Found out who your friends are: I knew who they are 20- Kissed someone on Facebook: No
GENERAL
21- How many of you facebook friends do you know in real life: Ehh, like 80% 22: Do you have any pets: 3 doggos
23: Do you want to change your name: No 24: What did you do on your last bday: My coworkers didn’t know it was my birthday so they were dicks to me all day and then I went to a surprise birthday party that my twin’s friends set up for only her. It was totes great -__- 25- What time do you wake up: I literally have no answer for this since it’s always changing. There is no constant. 26: What were you doing at midnight last night: Watching The Night Shift. 27- Name some things you can’t wait for: Pay day, Thanksgiving, Christmas (so the stress of buying gifts while broke can be over). 28: When was the last time you saw your mom: Valentine’s day, 2015 (the day she died) 29: What is one thing you wish you could change: I wish I had more self-motivation. 30: What are you listening to right now: Nothing 31- Have you ever talked to someone named Tom: Yes 32: Something that is getting on your nerves: Debt collectors lol. But also people who don’t fucking tag their goddamn spoilers! 33: Most Visited Sites: Tumblr, Whatsappp Web, Google Docs 34: Moles: A couple? 35: Marks: Noteworthy scars- both knees from falling/skidding on a hot gravel road as a kid, burn on my arm from a lantern, scar on my forearm from a very excited dog that didn’t realize he was 120lbs. Freckles all over. 36: Childhood Dream: To be a singer 37: Hair Color: Dark dark brown 38: Long or Short hair: Short. Pixie. Bald. None. No hair. (Or longish with a side shaved off.) 39: Do you have a crush on someone: Yes 40: What do you like about yourself: My loyalty and patience. My freckles and every scar. 41: Piercings: Used to have my septum but just my ears now 42: Blood type: Do not know 43: Nicknames: Mana 44: Relationship Status: Single af 45: Zodiac Sign: Aries 46: Pronouns: She/Her 47: Favorite TV Shows: Supernatural, Stranger Things, Lethal Weapon, The Night Shift, Midnight Texas, Law and Order: SVU, River Monsters. 48: Left or Right Handed: Right 49: Surgery: Does a C-Section count if I was the baby? lol 50: Hair dyed in a different color: Black, blonde, white, red, copper, different shades of brown. Haven’t dyed it in the past 5 years so currently at my natural color. 51: Sport: Swim 52: Vacation: Where I’d like to go- Scotland. My fav vacation thus far- Probs my first con even though it was only like an hour from home. It was just so immersive and eye-opening. 53: Pair of sneakers: High-top Converse only
MORE GENERAL:
54: Eating: Breakfast sandwich on an everything bagel 55: Drinking: Still water 56: I’m about to: Write, sleep, eat more, or start packing/cleaning my room. Haven’t decided yet. 57: Want: Too many to list. 58: Get married: Sure, just not right now and I don’t believe in divorce so that person better fuckin’ be the right one. 59: Career: Something that fucking means something (and pays the bills) 60: Hugs or Kisses: Hugs 61: Lips or Eyes: Both 62: Short or tall: Tall (I’m 5′9″ so I like my romantic interests taller or the same size as me, but for friends I don’t have a preference) 63: Older or Younger: Older 64: Nice Arms or Stomach: Arms. Idgaf about abs, but some nice biceps and triceps could kill me 65: Sensitive or Loud: Sensitive. I get loud around people I know/if I’m emotional, but I generally have a bad sensory overload issue, so sensitive is how I like the world around me. 66- Hookup or Relationship: Relationship 67: Troublemaker or Hesitant: Hesitant
HAVE YOU EVER
68- Kissed a stranger: Yep (this goes back to the kiss that you’ve regretted thing) 69- Drank hard liquor: Yes 70- Lost Glasses/Contact Lenses: Don’t wear them but I’ve defo lost sunglasses. 71- Turned someone down: Only been asked out once and said yes, so no, I haven’t turned anyone down yet.
PERSONAL
72- Sex on the first date: No. 73- Broken someone’s heart: I don’t think so? 74- Had your heart broken: Yep 75- Have been Arrested: Nope 76- Cried when someone died: Yes 77- Fallen for a friend: Yes!
DO YOU BELIEVE IN
78- Yourself: Sometimes 79- Miracles: Yes 80- Love at first sight: Yes 81- Santa Claus: No 82- Kiss on the first date: If the moment/chemistry is right
MORE
83- Current Best Friend: @sebbytrash will be my best friend for life. 84- Eye Color: Dark brown, thin dark blue ring around the outside 85- Fav Movie: The Secret Life of Walter Mitty
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Promising review: " Nice quality tumbler. Very nice gift for family. It comes with 2 lids and 2 straws. keeps items both cold and hot for certain hours"--Kaur Get it from Amazon for $25.99 5. Grandma Gifts Locket Necklace | Mother Daughter Necklace Floating Charm Locket It is a group of Moms who love jewelry and love their families. Our jewelry is full of messages that express that love between Mom and Grandma, Daughters and Mothers, Sister to Sister and all the rest of our circles of love. We create original quality charms and message plates for you to be able to give a gift that has significant meaning to the one you want to connect with. About This Most Popular Christmas Presents 2019: MESSAGE: "The best thing about having you as Mom is my kids having you as a Grandma" is engraved on the floating message plate that goes in this locket.WHAT'S IN THE BOX? 1- Our Authentic gold etched stainless steel and glass magnetic locket and 22-inch chain 2- All of the charms pictured 3- Message Plate 4- Full set of 12 Birthstone color crystals 5- Birthstone color chartYOU ARE THE DESIGNER: A Touch of Dazzle is the originator of the floating locket theme set. We give you a full set of charms and crystals, more than can possibly fit in the locket at one time. Why? We want you to have fun with your charm locket! Choose as many or as few to put in your locket.CRAFTED WITH LOVE: Each charm and message plate is designed by our artist, Goldie and is hand-painted. You will love the quality and beauty of this charm locket Mother's necklace. Each locket necklace, together with the charms, birthstones, and plates are carefully gift boxed in our signature gold and black boxes. They are a Mom Necklace, Gift for Grandma and Gifts for Mom from daughter.WARRANTY: We are a small US company run by Moms. We love producing quality jewelry for you to enjoy for years to come. We offer an unconditional 60-day warranty, just contact us if you have any concerns.
Promising review: " This was just what I was looking for! It’s well made, easy to fill, and arrived promptly."--Andrea French Get it from Amazon for $19.99 6. Lucky To Call You My Mom Wood Picture Frame Holds 4x6 Inch Photo This picture frame is an ideal gift for any mother. Show your love for mom or grandma with this laser engraved wood picture frame. This picture frame makes a classic gift for years to come. About This Most Popular Christmas Presents 2019: This picture frame makes a classic gift for years to come.The frame fits a 4x6 INCH picture.A GREAT GIFT FOR ANY OCCASION: Mother's Day, Birthday, Christmas, ValentinesDesign is laser engraved into the wood surface. The design will never fade or fall off like printed products.The frame has a folding easel on the back and hangers to hang the frame on the wall.
Promising review: " I ordered this frame after another seller flubbed a delivery twice and am glad I got this particular frame. The wood and glass are good quality and it looks very nice - it helps that I found a perfect picture to place in it. "--xplainer guy Get it from Amazon for $19.95 7. Mom, I Love You to The Moon and Back Engraved 3D Printed Moon Lamp Each individual moon lamp has gone through a rigorous 26+ hour 3D printing process using state-of-the-art technology. The design is made according to NASA satellite images to accurately reproduce the moons actual surface and craters. About This Most Popular Christmas Presents 2019: 🌖 SAFE & RELIABLE: Adopting Low Voltage USB Charging And Energy Efficient LED Light Bulb, The Lamp Stays Cool Even After Long Time Use and Gives Off Fliker-free Soft Light Which Would Not Hurt Eyes. By Using PLA Material Extracted from Corn Stalks, The Lamp is Odorless and Non-toxic.🌖 TOUCH CONTROL & MEMORABLE BRIGHTNESS: Two brightness levels settings of dim to bright, white and yellow lighting color to match your mood or any occasion. Easily adjust brightness and color by taping the smart touch on the button. The touch lamps add lighting memory function to save your last setting for convenience.🌖 RECHARGEABLE NIGHT LIGHT: Built-in rechargeable battery provides 6-8 hours illumination depending on brightness. Standard USB charging port for PC, charger and mobile devices, etc. USB-chargeable for use anytime, anywhere. The cordless table lamps make it easy and convenient for outdoor and home decoration.🎁 UNIQUE PERSONALIZED MOM BIRTHDAY GIFTS & MOONLIGHT IN THE ROOM: A great customized birthday present for stepmom mother in law. Creative decorative night light for home, kids bedroom, living room, dining room, college dorm and create a wonderful atmosphere beyond your expectations. Comes in a box, presenting the real moon surface with 3D Printing technology.
Promising review: " Ordered this for my mother in law’s birthday, I included three pics of it. One with it off, and each of the color settings for the light. Comes batteries in ready to go, the base of it is touch-sensitive so you only have to put your finger on it to turn it on (if anyone’s looking for disability-friendly gifts it’s a big selling point!) really lovely, cannot wait I see her reaction but until then this gets an easy five stars from me."--Sam Turner Get it from Amazon for $39.95 8. Christmas Apron With Pot Holder, Oven Mitt and Kitchen Towel This Christmas with Family, Friends and Magnus Mary Christmas Apron Set! Gift this Cute Christmas Present to Your Mother, Wife, Mother in Law, Sister or Friend Who Loves to Cook. Christmas Kitchen Gift Set includes Christmas Cooking Apron, Kitchen Towel, Pot Holder, and Oven Mitt. Light beige cooking apron with holiday red in-scripture. “Eat, Drink, and Be Merry” printed on chest. 33” L x 27” W. Adjustable neck strap to eliminate the hassle of tying. Two front pockets. Kitchen Towel: Light beige with holiday red in-scripture. “Peace Love Joy” printed on the bottom right of the towel. 28” L x 17” W. Pot Holder: Light beige with holiday red and white. This is Holiday Kitchen Linen Set is # Perfect holiday present for mother, Christmas Gifts, Christmas present for wife,Oven mitt,Towel, pot holder, present for women, Christmas kitchen towels.
Promising review: " This unique gift set brought vibrancy in our kitchen with Christmas colors. Kids love when I cook breakfast wearing this set. Best quality apron ever :-). Definitely superior to what I got from Macy's last month. On Top - gift set came with a cotton towel, mitt and pot-holder....feels like early Thanksgiving, early Christmas!!! "--Victoria Johnson Get it from Amazon for $28.99 9. Funny Wine Glass For Women | Mommy Juice 16 oz Eye-catching text meticulously etched (not printed) into the glass so that it never wears off. This glass is the perfect sippy cup for mommy juice to accessorize your mama on her big day - whether you're celebrating Mother's Day or wishing her a Happy Birthday. Its generous 17-ounce size allows the wine to breathe and fully develop the rich bouquet of flavors from wines you would expect from fine crystal. Yet, this wine glass makes for a great gift under $20! This isn’t a cheap novelty gag gift. This is quality, hand-blown, dishwasher-safe glassware that is perfect for use as your daily wine glass. All Bevvee glasses are individually boxed and protected for safe delivery, no matter how much they're tossed around. The carefully etched text will never wear off with heavy washing. Each letter was engraved by hand by skilled artisans in our small shop in Northern Colorado.
Promising review: " This was the perfect gift for my niece, a mother of 2 little kids. She absolutely loved it, opened a bottle of wine, and started using it right away!"--Joni Get it from Amazon for $15.97 10. Christmas Bracelets Gifts Rose Lover Rose Gold Plated Cuff Bangle Peach roses reflect desire and excitement. The peach rose means that love is anxiously budding, you need to hurry to catch up to romance! Rose gold is a color scheme of gold and copper, elegantly symbolizes the union of two to become one and the promise of a lifetime. About This Most Popular Christmas Presents 2019: ♥ Valentine's Day Gifts for Her ♥ Inspired by the Rose which signifies romantic and love, this cuff bracelet is a great gift of love, perfect Valentine's day gifts for girlfriend wife mom daughter to say "I love you". Search "qianse rose lover" to find the whole set (necklace and earrings).♥ Bracelet Metal ♥ Eco-friendly Rose Gold Plated Zinc alloy, Hypoallergenic, Lead-Free & Nickle-Free, Passed Swiss SGS Inspection Standard. Made with Swarovski crystals: crystals are supplied by Swarovski but used by our own designers and manufactured in our own workshops. This jewelry belongs to QIANSE Jewelry, not Swarovski.♥ Bracelet Warranty ♥ 30-day money-back guarantee for any reason; 12-month warranty for quality-related issues. If there is any problem with your purchase, please feel free to contact us, we will help to fix the problem. Thank you!♥ Swarovski Crystal Bracelet ♥ This is NOT a Swarovski product but a piece made with Swarovski Crystal. Qianse has its aspiring designers in France. We purchased Swarovski Crystals as raw material and skillfully manufactured in our independent workshops.♥ Bangle Bracelet Craft ♥ Stones are inlaid under a microscope by a top-level master. ▲Missing stones sometimes happen when being delivered with many turns and stops. Just contact us and we will assist you in finding a solution promptly!
Promising review: " This bracelet is absolutely stunning. Honestly, it is much prettier than I originally expected based on the pictures. The pink heart makes this a perfect gift for someone special, although I bought this for myself. If you love rose gold (like I do) this bangle is definitely a must-have! "--Skinny Latte Mommy Get it from Amazon for $26.99 Read the full article
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