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cal x edith – two pages (high school verse)

the infinite joys the hs au brought me today especially... they are just two little guys!!! they're so silly and stupid about each other!!! and they are sooo dramatic!!!!! and i wld kill for them <3 anyways this was brought to you by, edith never speaks abt her dyslexia and cal is so cute they have to kiss instead of doing homework. *shrug* i am addicted to writing first kisses in every universe what can i say. pov u are the preppy perfect child of a demanding family with a lot of suffocating expectations on your shoulders and i'm the unloved unwanted eldest daughter of an absent mother, wyd

2.1k words (damn who are u @ me); cal says 'fuck' is that allowed? @night-triumphantt get your son, he's saying bad words and kissing the hot goth girl from school

“I was thinking you could take a look at this part? I’ve already got most of the research done, so we only have to comb through it.” 

Cal doesn't lift his eyes from the papers scattered on the table, a small crease between his brows, the one that appears whenever he’s focused. That’s why he doesn’t notice Edith staring at him instead of what he’s handing her, not until his arm starts to feel heavy. He misreads her expression, though. 

“It’s two pages.” An encouraging smile that is completely wasted on her.

Only two pages. He’d gotten an early start on their project as soon as the teacher paired them together— something about ‘making sure Edith had at least one graded project for the class’ and ‘being a good influence on her’. It had bothered Cal to no end, the way they had talked about her as if she wasn’t even there, but then she’d sneaked a playful smile at him and Cal had stopped worrying about it… he’d stopped thinking altogether, to be honest.

Still, it didn’t seem like she enjoyed this kind of thing, so he had tried to handle most of the work in advance. He was only now starting to think it hadn’t been enough.

Edith finally glances at the papers, only to raise an eyebrow at him. “Or, you could enjoy my two pages while I go get us something to drink.”

“We have coffee, though?”

Two steaming cups sit in front of them, a half-drunk milk tea and an abandoned americano which Edith completely discards as she leans towards Cal and flashes him a toothy smirk (Cal didn’t even know smirks could be toothy).

“Then I can sit here and look pretty. What d'you think?”

He almost splutters. I don’t think that would be much help, he thinks, because with her this close (so close he could see the faint, sparse freckles on her nose if only he dared to look) he can barely breathe, let alone focus on a detailed research project that would earn them a passing grade. He can’t say all that, of course.

“Alright,” he yields, leaning back until there are enough inches between them that he can think again. The pages are a bit crumpled in his hand. “I’ll handle it, don’t worry. You can, uh, you can leave if you have somewhere else to be.”

Of course she would. Cal is self-aware enough to know he makes for very tedious company. It’s surprising enough that Edith already spends this much time with him as it is, but homework doesn’t help his case. He gets it. He gets it, but it still stings, and he can’t look her in the eye as he dismisses her with as much gentleness as he can. 

She snatches the papers from his hands only a second later, and Cal doesn’t know which is more startling— the fact that she actually chose to stay and help, or the odd expression on her face as she grumbles. 

“You’re not supposed to be this easy.”

She’s probably scolding him, he realises, but he can’t help the wide smile that spreads across his face and makes his cheeks ache as he thanks her. 

Edith stares at him for a moment longer, a sun-like warmth in her bones that has definitely nothing to do with how luminous Cal’s smiles are, nothing at all. The sun just watches her back completely unaware. 

Swallowing a sigh, she lowers her head to the page and watches it (for real, this time). It catches her off guard, the wall of ink now in front of her. The words are printed so tiny that they almost seem jumbled into a single page-wide stain that makes Edith’s head throb in pain just looking at it.

“You got stingy with the font size, huh.” Keep your tone light and do not look at him.

“Sorry, I figured fewer pages would make it more motivating,” he chuckles, rubbing his neck a bit sheepishly, and it would be infinitely endearing had the joke not been lost on Edith. 

Cal turns back to his notebook, leaving her to that jet-black nightmare and the burn in her throat as she silently takes a deep breath and starts detangling the words. 

One word at a time, steadily, but fast enough that he doesn’t notice her struggle. She’s not sure how far she’s gotten before the frustration starts making her antsy. 

It’s only because of that that Cal loses focus on his work to glance at her, and frowns at what he sees. The disarray of her expression and the way her lips frantically take the shape of whatever word she's getting stuck on. Edith thinks she’s been still, until Cal calls her and then she freezes entirely. 

“Edith?” 

The unfinished homework gets thrown back on the table with unbridled heat, but the look she gives him is one of cold boredom. The mask is flawless enough to nearly make Cal flinch in surprise.

“This is dreary. Can’t we do something else? Watch a football game, get a lobotomy, anything works.”

Are her eyes glossy? Edith swears to herself that if she starts crying now she’ll leave town and change her name. Maybe she’ll join the circus, or a cruise line.

Cal would miss it all; the light trembling in her right hand when she pushes the papers towards him, or how she angles herself away from him even though she’s the one who sat so their thighs were near touching. He’d miss all of it, had he not been paying excruciating attention to her for the last few months. At any other moment, he might even feel embarrassed about it.

But it clicks for him now, that maybe it’s not getting stuck doing a school project with him that had Edith so on edge, and maybe she had liked that class when she’d first picked it. 

“You can’t read it?” he half-guesses, half-asks, making sure to maintain the distance she put between them.

I can! She almost yells at him for asking. She can, she could read it. It might take her a bit longer than average, but she could read it just fine. Except the text is very dense and Cal is sitting next to her, and waves of panic cross her whenever she thinks about him pitying her. Illogical fear, as all fear is, because he would never think less of her for something like this.

“I can read it,” she sneaks a glance at him, but his expression hasn’t moved from that unnerving patience. “Just, not with you hovering.”

Cal nods twice, and they both pretend she wasn’t lying about him ‘hovering’. 

“Here.” 

Edith blinks in confusion before noticing he’s handing her her own coffee cup. It’s probably lukewarm at best, now, but it feels scalding when she takes it from him out of reflex, fingers brushing together and a faint blush painting Cal’s smiling face…  

“I read and you listen? I’ve been told my reading voice is dull, so you might want to hang onto that.” 

Painstakingly gentle, that tone of his, so much so that Edith can feel some sort of fight-or-flight instinct kicking in her chest. But she finds herself nodding instead.

Whoever called Cal’s voice dull needs to be checked in at the hospital. That’s pretty much the only thing going through Edith’s mind as she listens to him read, the content of his research completely eluding her. He has a nice, deep voice, but the softness of his tone makes it sound lighter. The way breeze would sound on a sunny day, smooth and sweet and kind— Edith vaguely wonders, and not for the first time, if it would taste like honey (if he would taste like honey). 

She’s still dazed to the point where it takes her a moment to notice he’s gone quiet, that familiar dimple on his brow showing up as he pouts slightly. Cute, cute enough to eat.

“This really is hard to read...” Cal’s displeased mumble shakes Edith out of her thoughts, or lack thereof, and she doesn’t miss the fact that whatever he’s saying is entirely for her benefit. She calls him out, or well, intends to, before he smiles at her and at that point she’d rather chew her own tongue than make him stop. “Sorry, I need a break, is that alright?”

‘Is that alright?’ he asks, as if she’s worked hard enough to make her the boss of him. What a liar he is, and not a very good one, but he looks so pretty and he’s so good to her that Edith can only breathe a quick yeah as she leans forward.

Whether it all happens very fast or in slow motion, Cal can’t be sure. He barely feels the pull on the lapel of his blazer as Edith tilts him towards her, but he follows obediently. What was it that she said to him earlier? That he didn’t have to be so easy? He usually keeps her words in such high regard, but right now Cal can’t find it in him to care. Edith’s lips are warm against him and he feels malleable, like she could reshape him if she touched him a bit more, and he’d be enthusiastically compliant as she did. He likes this, likes being easy for her.

She draws back to let him breathe, her hands sliding from his neck to cup his cheeks. Her palms are a bit cold, he only now notices.

“Good break? Or bad break?”

Edith tilts her head to the side as she scrutinizes his every move. Cal doesn’t feel like he can move at all. His nervous system might be fried, after all. He might collapse, he’s not sure, but it’s fine if Edith catches him in her arms.

He swallows down the flurry of thoughts and tries to answer, but he trips on his words.

“You– this is–” How does one speak, again? Cal could swear it was easy a few minutes ago. But that was before and this is now, and now Edith has kissed him and there’s a faint static noise buzzing in his ears.

At least whatever is showing on his face seems to amuse her.

“Should I do that again? Might help clear your mind.” Oh, he chokes at that, and has to watch her expression go from teasing to horrified. “Jesus, Cal, I was joking, relax.”

“No!” He shouts it, or at least he thinks he does (it felt way too loud, especially for someone this quiet) but he has to explain to her that he liked it, he very much liked it, and the only reason why he’s not making any sense right now is that he can only think about kissing her again, “I didn’t mean– You, ah, didn’t do anything wrong!” 

“Sure, okay. Good.” Edith is looking at him as if she’s wondering whether to call an ambulance or just leave him there, and he wants to laugh, mostly in panic.

“You should.”

“What, do something wrong?” She snorts, doubt still pulling at her pretty features, “I think I’ve got that covered.”

“Do it again,” he blurts the words once again, racing to some kind of finish line as he mentally curses his inability to express himself without looking like a fool. Then he realises what he just said and he’s sure he stops breathing altogether. “If you still want to, you don’t have to. You don’t have to do anything. I– fuck!”

“Did you just curse?”

That does it. Even whispered under his breath, the word is so unexpected coming from him, a stark contrast with— well, with everything about him, really; it steals a laugh from Edith, who’s giving him a look that’s two parts lovestruck marvel and one part trying not to mock him to oblivion. 

Cal could die now, but he chooses to kiss Edith again instead. He moves slowly, giving her ample chance to pull back, and his heart does a somersault when he realises she won’t, no, she’ll kiss him back.

Ah.

Edith grins as he leans in, not pulling away but waiting for him to reach her. And when he does, she kisses him for every time she’s wanted to but couldn’t, and for every time she thought he wanted to but wouldn’t. 

Definitely honey.

She only interrupts the kiss because she’s sure Cal won’t even though they’re out of breath, and then she’d have to reanimate him— a waste of time, now that they can kiss all they want. He takes the hint, though, panting against her mouth, their foreheads resting against each other.

“You cursed.”

He did. He’d probably apologise if it were someone else, but he can hear Edith’s smile in her words and can’t bring himself to feel bad about it.

“I’m not good at this.”

Edith hums at the confession. Her thumb is tracing small circles over his pulse.

“I’m not good at school projects.”

It feels less vulnerable, saying it now, with her arms around him. His hand finds hers without missing a beat.

“I’ll help you.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

[polarisjisung]

hello…… 😋

i’ve decided to somewhat reveal myself to you bc i fear (for you) that i will be writing a load more reactions (essays) about lotc ao i just wanted to let u know that it’s me 😋

i’m the anon who literally just wrote you that massive essay screaming crying throwing up about y/n being a BITCH and needing to stand tf up🗣️‼️, abt how the ningstinct✨ is the only thing i trust in this series, and who does NAWT 🙅‍♀️ trust jaemin whatsover atp. longstory short the one who signed that essay off as 😋🫶

and to add i was also the anon who sent in the ask on sep 7th actually like screaming asking will either jaemin or jeongseong open the door first whilst also asking if coach brought anyone back to his apartment 😭 (i am a fiend for the coach gossip like i was almost jumping for joy when i read that there will be some more coach goss coming soon 😍🙏)

and finally i was also the mysterious anon on sep 11th who was veryyy suspicious of whatever jaemin was (or still is 👀👀👀) scheming, who’s been TRUSTING 🤩 the 🤩ningstinct🤩 since day 1‼️ and abt ripping my hair out because i genuinely love this series sm and to keep it real w u i still actually am ripping my hair out one by one because the WAY you write has me like G R I P P E D like when i see that you’ve uploaded a new chapter you can trust that i am SAT ok like i am sat reading it and ripping my hair out because you are SUCH an amazing writer like i genuinely cannot put it into words how INCREDIBLE of a writer you are like ugh so so so good honestly if could give you an award i would but for now all i can offer is this 🥇🎖️🏅 but no seriously i am genuinely in love with lotc you’re doing a delectable job with it 🫶

ok i did not intend for this message to also become an essay but you’re writing is so good i just need you to feel the PASSION in these words like i need you to know that 😩 YOURE WRITING IS SO GOOD ‼️🗣️ ok but anyways in future messages i will just sign off as some variation of 😋🫶🗣️‼️🫦 these emojis because idk i cant help myself from using them i dont care if they’re cringe i’m a free woman and i will use my freedom of emojis as i will ok so bye 😋🫦🫶

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the way I just scrolled back through to read every one of your asks and now I'm like huh I should've realised they sounded similar KEJWKSK

oooh I see is jaemin still scheming good question good question... answers are otw soon! also yes forever trust the ningstinct 🤞🤞🤞sign knows what up ‼️‼️

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also the variation of inebitable use emojis is so funny but so relatable like fr 😭 anon your asks make me giggle 😭😭

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obanai x fem!reader | ugly face [comfort]

obanai iguro x reader

female reader

Once (Y/N) comes back with a huge scar on her eye, Obanai tries to cheer her up.

warning : very slight slight spoiler abt mitsuri's childhood however obanai’s childhood is totally invented in that story

idk if we know abt obanai's childhood in the manga??? but here I'm inventing one so yeay

Obanai liked (Y/N). And he had been liking her since he was 6. Some children were making fun of him because of his discolored eyes. When the snake pillar was that young, he was too shy to even retort something back. But he didn't want to ask his bullies : ''Please, leave me alone.'' cause it would've been too pitiful.

But one day, his savior arrived. (Y/N) pushed one of the bullies on the ground. ''Leave him alone ! You're older and taller anyway ! Go insult someone else !'' She said. The other bully punched her in the face, but seeing her eyebrows furrowed -and understanding that she wasn't going to give up seeing the look in her eyes- the bullies simply laughed before walking away, pushing Obanai in the process.

The young boy turned to look at the girl. She wasn't even taller than him ! Sometimes, he had seen her in his hometown, walking with her family. But he had never talked to her. ''Are you okay ?'' She asked him. ''I should ask you that.'' She giggled. ''I am ! Why were they picking on you ?'' She asked, touching her bruise. ''Because my eyes aren't the same color.'' The boy replied.

She looked at his eyes, as if she hadn't noticed them before, making Obanai take a step backwards, furrowing his eyebrows. ''I like your eyes ! I like the two colors. And you're sure nobody else would look like you !'' The little girl said, smiling, holding her cheek where the tall kid had hurt her. ''What's your name ?'' The brunette asked, seeing that she wasn't going to make fun of him too.

''(L/N) (Y/N) ! And you ?'' He really liked her smile, it seemed genuine. For once, someone was smiling at him, but not because they were laughing at him. ''Iguro Obanai.'' He muttered. ''Are you shy ?'' She asked, bending on the side as if to have a better look on his face -his bangs covering it now that he was looking at the ground. ''I... It's just that usually, people talk to me because I have a ugly face.''

The girl raised an eyebrow, confused. ''Are you saying you have an ugly face because of your eyes ?'' He nodded, looking at her. ''Well, I really like your eyes. I want the same ! Mine are both (e/c) ! Many people have normal (e/c) eyes. I wish I had cool eyes !'' She said. And that statement made Obanai blush instantly. ''I have to go, I told my parents I would be back before dark ! Bye Iguro !'' She said, waving at him, while running away. And that's when Obanai fell in love with her.

Since that day, they became friends. They wouldn't hang out that much, but they would try to do it as much as they could. They only got separated around 15/16, when they started to train ; they both wanted to become hunters. As Obanai went training with a former pillar, (Y/N) got trained by her family, being a descendent of a huge hunter bloodline.

Luckily for them, they met again when they passed the hunter exam. ''Obanai ! Long time no see !'' The boy had blushed immediately. ''(Y/N) ! What's your breath style ?'' He asked, seeing the girl excited ; in her family, there were all different types of breath, so it was always a surprise what a descendent was going to inherit -or create.

''Blood breath !'' She said, grinning. ''I've never heard of that type.'' He replied, making her giggle. ''I've never heard of it neither ! What's yours ?'' He looked at the ground, his breath style being really uncommon. ''Snake.'' The girl gasped. ''Oh my God ! That's so cool ! And it'll fit your eyes !'' She had a huge smile on her face. The same smile she had given him when they met. Obanai blushed a second time, until it was time for the exam to begin.

The two were happy to see they had both survived ; they were going to see each other again. However, as they got both sent to missions at both extremities of the country, they were sure that it would be complicated to actually meet, so they agreed on letters they would tell their respective crow to deliver.

That's why the next time they were finally able to meet, was when Obanai became a pillar. (Y/N) already was one, and when she saw he was going to be a pillar as well, she gave him her usual smile. He felt lucky he had some bandages on his lower face, at least she couldn't see him blush as much. But still, she was one of the strongest pillars, so she inherited a very dangerous territory ; meaning that most of the time, she wasn't at the estate.

That's when Obanai met Mitsuri. She was reminding him of (Y/N). She would give him the same smile. But unlike the blood pillar, Mitsuri had some common points with Obanai ; like how people used to treat them because they both looked different. (Y/N) didn't know that ; nobody had ever made fun of her. But maybe it was just that they didn't dare to ; she was a pretty scary person, even when she was a kid.

Of course, the snake pillar, seeing that the girl was never back at the estate, tried to fall for someone else. That's why he started to get closer to the love pillar. But as he realized he only wanted to replace (Y/N), he believed it wasn't worth it. He had fallen for that girl for a reason and he sure wasn't going to throw that away. He had been having a huge crush on her for 12 years, and he wasn't going to forget about it. It was more than half his lifetime !

''Don't you think so ?'' Mitsuri asked. But Obanai wasn't answering, so she followed his gaze. (Y/N). She was finally back after months on missions. But she had changed so much. Her clothes were a mess and had been clawed. Most importantly ; she had an enormous scar on her eye, that had turned white.

The blood pillar didn't even try to look at the others before entering the estate and directly rushing to her room -that had been empty for so many months. Nobody followed her ; seeing how she looked like, they didn't want to disturb her. But Obanai did. They were childhood friends, they had an history together ; he could at least check on her.

He knocked on the door, but after hearing no response, he spoke up. ''(Y/N) ? Can I come in ?'' She didn't reply. ''Please ?'' he insisted. The door opened, even though (Y/N) went back sitting on her bed, not looking at him. She was looking -no, staring- at a mirror. Obanai sat next to her, embarrassed that they had to meet again in those conditions.

''What happened ?'' He asked, almost quietly, after a few minutes of her looking at her reflection. She sighed, pushing the locks of hair that had fallen on the side of her face with the scar. ''I fought an upper moon. I don't want to do that ever again.'' She muttered, making Obanai's eyes widen. ''He clawed my face. Now I have that huge scar forever on my face, and I can't even see with that fucking eye anymore !''

It was so weird and scary so see her not smiling, and not cheerful, as she usually was. ''Are you blind from that eye ?'' She nodded, bursting into tears. ''I didn't even know it had turned white before looking in the mirror ! I knew I had a scar, it was sure I had one, and I noticed I couldn't see from that eye, but I didn't know how I looked like !'' She shouted, crying, staring at her reflection, still.

      It broke Obanai's heart to see her like this, her personality had switched so bad ! And how could she say she was ugly when she was the prettiest girl he had ever laid his eyes on ? Instinctively, he forgot about his embarrassment, cupping her cheeks to turn her head, so she could look at him. ''(Y/N). Do you remember when we were kids, and you said you wanted cool mismatched eyes like me ?''

       She blinked a few times. ''But you look handsome with them, it's not the same thing ! Me, I'm stuck with that ugly face forever ! White doesn't even look good with (e/c) !'' She said, in-between sobs. But the snake pillar wiped her tears away, kissing her scar. (Y/N) froze at the action. ''I think you're beautiful. You've always been beautiful. I want to help you feel good about yourself like you did to me. If I like my eyes, it's thanks to you !'' He said.

       That made (Y/N) realize that yes, she was the one that had made him love his different eyes. ''You have mismatched eyes too, now. We match. And I've never seen white mixed with (e/c) but looking so beautiful before.'' He said, kissing the scar once again. ''And it shows that you fought, and that you survived, that you can't be killed easily. You're really really beautiful.'' She stared at him, in shock and disbelief.

ending 1, spoiler free :

‘’Am... am I really ?’’ (Y/N) asked. And even if she expected a brief answer, she got much better ; Obanai cupped her face and kissed her, after taking off his bandages. The kiss was quite long, the snake pillar showing her all the feelings he had been hiding from her during all those years. Of course the girl kissed back ; she would be lying if she said she didn’t love him. It was just that she thought he was the kind of person not to believe in love and to focus on his job and mission only. But Obanai proved her wrong.

When he pulled away, he looked at (Y/N), gasping for air. ‘’Does it count as an answer ?’’ He asked. She nodded quickly, quiet, looking into his gorgeous mismatched eyes. He smiled, without putting the bandages back on. ‘’You really are.’’ He started, still. ‘’You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and I was never able to find someone as beautiful as you. It’s not a scar that would change anything. And now we both have mismatched eyes and an ‘ugly face’.’’ He used those words because he had pronounced them, and she had comforted him. And now that she was the one saying it, he was the one comforting her.

The blood pillar giggled, remembering those words. It made him smile one more time. ‘’You know that... I love you right ? It’s been a while...’’ he muttered, and she hugged him. ‘’If it has been a while, why didn’t you say it earlier ?’’ And that’s when he realized she really liked him back -he thought that maybe she had kissed him back to be polite ! He kissed her head, rubbing her back, when he could finally hear her say : ‘’I love you too.’’

ending 2, spoiler about what's under obanai's bandages :

After a moment of silence and hesitation, Obanai sighed, and slowly started to take off his bandages. The girl's eyes widened when she noticed what was underneath it. After all those years, never once she questioned her friend about what he was hiding. And when she was that he had scars, from his lips to his cheeks, she sobbed. ''I'm sorry...'' she muttered. Even though she didn't want to, she was staring. ''For what ?'' Obanai asked, a smile on. ''I missed seeing you smiling.'' She said, sobbing even louder. Sure, she could tell when he was smiling under his bandages. Still, it wasn't the same.

She couldn’t clearly see his lips moving, how his cheeks would become a bit pinkish, and how he would often rise a corner of his lips more than the other. She could remember it precisely ; but she couldn’t tell that she had missed it so much. She knew he had a reason to hide it, but still, (Y/N) wouldn’t have thought of two scars in his cheeks.

Obanai smiled a bit more at her sentence. He wanted to ask her why she had never told him before that she missed him smiling. He wanted to tell her he was ashamed of his scars too. ‘’I’m sorry that I kept talking about my scar when you have some as well. I... I didn’t know... I don’t want you to feel bad about them because I feel bad about mine, yours are... yours show....’’ but she cut herself. ‘’Why did you hide them ?’’ She finally asked.

‘’I didn’t want to scare you. I... didn’t want to make you worried. Your scar is really beautiful, (Y/N)-‘’ and, just as he did some minutes before, the girl kissed his scars. Obanai blinked a few times, blushing at the action. She couldn’t feel happier to see him blush again. ‘’They’re old, right ?’’ she asked. ‘’Yeah, from... the first time we got really separated.’’ he said, referring to their trainings. Seeing that (Y/N) didn’t know what to say and was still feeling guilty for some reason, Obanai caressed her cheek. ‘’We match even more, right ?’’ He asked, giving her a toothy smile -maybe it was the biggest smile he had ever given her.

She didn’t give him a vocal answer. But she hugged him. As tight as she could. ‘’You’ll learn to live with your scar, (Y/N). It should be a reminder of what you’ve gone through. I’ll help you with that.’’ Obanai said, resting his cheek against her head while rubbing her back. At some point, he hugged her as tight as she was hugging him.

‘’Why do you do this ?’’ The blood pillar asked, so quietly that the brunette almost couldn’t hear it. ‘’Because you made me love my ugly face. I want you to love your beautiful one.’’ He said. And without giving him time to understand what was going on, (Y/N) cupped Obanai’s face, running her thumbs against his scars, and kissed him. Yeah, he really loved his ugly face if she loved it.

so yeaaaah I added an alternative ending since I know abt obanai’s backstory now and I thought it was much better to write an ending with this backstory (I really prefer this one djsksk)

his backstory really made me sad tho wtf my profile pic on Instagram is him now djsk and once again I’m hesitating between who my favorite pillar is : Sanemi or Obanai 🤧

[verritytorres]

calron fake dating au - unfinished outline

THROUGHOUT ONE MONTH (OCTOBER 2017)

·      still not fully clear on why they fake date but we getting there

o   call announces it for shits n giggles at a party on Thursday night (drunk? to celia the gossip queen?) then morning after everyone’s like “oh congrats on finally dating aaron btw!” “what”

o   aaron’s pissed at first cause that’s actually a shitty thing to do also he’s been pining for going on two years now do u have any idea what this does to his Heart

o   that is, until something happens that convinces him

§  some bully fuckers in the locker room after soccer practice like “who we gonna get today, chad?” “well everyone in here is off limits so--” aaron chimes in “what do you mean… off limits” “look youre a respectable guy so we treat you right, always have. teammates honor and all that. so we get at other people instead” (cue Dark Aaron) “and who are these other people” “that scrawny guy hunt for example” “oh, you mean call hunt my boyfriend?” “your…what?” “you heard me. if you fuck with him, you and I might have a problem. and nobody wants that.”

§  later, aaron texts call “I’m in.”

§  “sweet. what changed ur mind?” “That’s not important.”

·      the only person that knows is tamara bc helou its tamara they don’t keep secrets from each other

o   STUDY SESSION AT THE GABLES FRIDAY AFTERNOON (they all in the same regular algebra class cause theyre gay and therefore not great at math):

§  t: yo btw have you guys dealt with the whole “youre dating” rumor? if anyones been giving you a hard time tell me so I can eliminate them off the face of the earth

§  c: actually, aaron and I are just gonna roll with it

§  t: wait. youre actually gonna date?

§  c: NO no no no we’re gonna fake date. scam the fuck outta the school also it’s a bit too awkward to go back on it now for me so

§  t: (turns and gives aaron a Look cause she knows this fuckers been pining forever) are YOU on board with this?

§  a: (busies himself with his hw to hide his blush) yeahsurewhynot

§  t: (looks up and shakes her head) this is gonna end badly, calling it now

o   t: math is acephobic. im asexual and its inconveniencing me

·      Saturday! aaron goes over to the hunt household to hang out like he usually does

o   alastair loves him

o   alastair: so when did this happen?

o   call, who is sitting knee-to-knee w aaron on the couch like he always does: when did what happen

o   alastair: (gives him a Look) the watsons came in this morning. Brenda told me the news, im just surprised you didn’t tell me

o   call:…..what news…….

o   alastair: you two are dating, right? which im totally fine with btw, i had a boyfriend back then too, and im really happy for you, youre both mature enough that I don’t have to give the whole speech—

o   call and aaron are looking at each other in Horror

o   call: OKAY THANKS DAD WE’RE GONNA WALK HAVOC NOW BYE (nyooms outta the house with aaron and havoc in tow)

o   out in the park

§  c: so I guess we gotta find out how to sell this whole (gestures between himself and aaron) thing

§  a: (snorts) thing?

§  c: yeah thing. if my hermit dad knows, then we can assume just about everyone in town knows too. which is not the idealest

§  a: why’s that?

§  c: cause then we gotta act all coupley to everyone or else they’ll be like “wait a minute…are they really dating??”

§  a: well, not with everyone. tamara knows

§  c: yeah, that’s one person in a whole townful of people

§  a: we spend the majority of our time with tamara though

§  c:….point. we still gotta sell it to everyone else

§  a: it cant be that hard, just hold hands a little here, drop some compliments there

§  in reality aaron doesn’t wanna do Big Couple Things or else he might literally spontaneously combust. its possible, hes read abt it

§  c: oh come on, no one gonna buy that. we gotta pull out all the stops

§  a: (cursing silently) like?

§  c: hugs. general lack of personal space. kiss on the cheek, maybe. pet names.

§  a: (calming his crazy heart) oh. I see.

§  c: as long as youre alright with it, of course! I don’t wanna do some creeper shit and like accidentally assault you

§  a: nonono I get it im alright with it. (pause) we should uh..have some signal, though

§  c: signal?

§  a: in case one of us goes too far or something. nothing too obvious, but just obvious for us to notice

§  c: hm. ok, how bout asshole?

§  a: (bursts out laughing) asshole????

§  c: (grinning) yeah, asshole. I never call you an asshole, you never call me an asshole. so if you say “youre a bit clingy there, asshole” I know I should back off

§  a: that- that hardly sounds affectionate

§  c: well duh you gotta say it in an affectionate way. like this (sticky sweet voice, batting eyelashes) “asshole”

§  a: (still laughing) okay. asshole it is.

§  theyre both quiet ntil aaron speaks up. “I do have one request”

§  “which is?”

§  “this is gonna sound weird, please don’t ask but…don’t kiss me. not unless I tell you to.”

§  call looks at him like ??? then says “sure, man. nix on smooches. you wish you had a taste of these bad boys, though.”

§  aaron turns away bc hes a blushy boi. “youre making it weird.”

·      Monday rolls in

o   call is in Zombie Mode making himself coffee on his antique expensive coffee machine (the best Christmas gift ever thanks alastair)

o   alastair, making pancakes: shouldn’t you bring an extra to school today?

o   sleepy call, pouring himself a solid triple shot of espresso: whaddya mean

o   alastair: if youre gonna be dating aaron, you gotta treat him right. bring out the big guns, you know

o   call, suddenly wide awake: what????

o   alastair: I will not have that boy deprived of real boyfriend privileges

o   so call leaves his house with two coffee cups

o   he walks over to where he knows aaron is at the time (music room, playing piano)

o   before he heads in he looks inside and just. stares at aaron playing the piano. gay descriptions galore

o   aaron hits a wrong key and swears

o   c: well that’s a big word

o   a: (practically jumps out of his seat, swearing again)

o   c: and that’s an even bigger one

o   a: oh, its you. good morning, call

o   c: morning, snookums

o   a: (smiling tentatively) snookums? is that really the best you can do

o   c: that’s just scratching the surface, and also its Monday morning so im not at my peak. anyway i brought you coffee

o   a: thanks. already “pulling out all the stops” I see

o   c: I plan to be an especially doting boyfriend (glances at the door, sees a few people staring at them) I..gotta get to my locker (kisses his cheek, aaron goes rigid, call whispers at his ear) we got an audience. see you at lunch

o   aaron sits there for a while after call leaves staring at the ceiling and asking himself why

·      lunch in the magisterium high caf

o   jasper: I JUST—I STILL DON’T GET IT

o   aaron, biting calmly at his sandwich: what don’t you get

o   jasper: there are at LEAST a dozen guys in this school ready and willing to go out with you and you go with CALL

o   call, resting his head on Aarons shoulder, much to Aarons chagrin: its ok dude you can just say youre jealous

o   jasper: YEAH A LITTLE. Aarons like…the best catch out here. the golden boyfriend. the guy that would tell your parents “yes sir ill have him back by nine thirty sharp :)”

o   aaron: I wouldn’t say that to alastair

o   call: yeah you would (turning back to jasper) who are these dozen guys? I gotta know whos planning to fight me so I can know their weaknesses beforehand

o   jasper: kai hale, for one

o   aaron: hmm. he is kinda cute

o   call: HEY

o   jasper: definitely cuter than hunt

o   aaron: is there something particularly wrong with call?

o   jasper: OPEN YOUR EYES HES A TRASH MAN

o   call: takes one to know one

o   aaron, shrugging and finishing his sandwich: maybe I like trash men

o   call laughing his ass off, jasper groaning: youre killing me, stewart. youre literally causing my cells to stop functioning

·      study hall w aaron and tamara

o   t: (has been frowning at him for the past 10 mins)

o   a: okay you clearly want to talk about something so out with it

o   t: are you sure about this thing with call?

o   a: what, the dating thing?

o   t: the fake dating thing

o   a: right. its fake. yeah im fine

o   t: we both know that’s a lie, aaron. we don’t lie to each other

o   a: (sardonically) yeah well. ive been lying to him since we were freshmen

o   t: having a crush isn’t lying, per se, but that’s besides the point. im worried about you, man. I don’t want call to hurt you accidentally, and then consequently be hurt himself by not knowing how he hurt you, cause then ILL be hurt by best friend collateral drama

o   a: I get it, tamara

o   t: then I reiterate: are you sure about this?

o   big internal monologue

o   a: yeah. im sure.

·      INSERT SLOW BURN

·      CARNIVAL

o   it’s the fall festival since its October theres pumpkins everywhere and haunted houses and candied apples and hay bales and rides and its lit

o   the iron trio+jasper go always

o   theyre walking around, aaron looking at the decorations, tamara call and jasper arguing abt which haunted house to visit first

o �� c: the mansion is the obvious choice just sayin

o   j: but theres a haunted hospital ffs

o   c: ive been in enough hospitals to know for a fact that they are all haunted so that doesn’t excite me as much as a MANSION

o   t: how bout…we happy medium at…the graveyard one

o   a: how bout we don’t go to any of those and just go to the roller coasters instead

o   t: aaron, I love you, but youre a weenie sometimes. you can wait outside if you don’t wanna go

o   a: im not leaving you guys alone! (catches calls eye, glances at jasper, call nods a lil, aaron drapes his arm round calls shoulders) who am I to let my boyfriend into that scary place alone?

o   c: (smiling and rolling his eyes) its not that scary, but I appreciate the offer, sugar

o   aaron? oh yes he is dead

o   j: (GAG) youre going to give me diabetes with all these sweets

o   t: (mischievous smile) I dunno, jasper. ever since they started dating they’ve been acting kinda the same as always

o   aaron Tenses, call raises an eyebrow at him then turns to tamara

o   c: what were you expecting, rajavi? showers of pda everywhere?

o   t: oh come on, if any one of us is going to be That Couple its you two.

o   a: LOOK THERES CARAMEL APPLES OVER THERE (nyoom)

o   turns out the haunted whatevers are not open yet, they open at nightfall, so they head to the roller coasters

o   surprise surprise call hates roller coasters

o   “if I die I want you all to know that you are not written into my will therefore I owe you nothing”

o   hes clinging to aaron the whole ride and aaron is like if theres a god up above…….

o   then they reach the hay bales and jaspers like “im gonna head over to the bumper boats w tamara you guys can wait here or do whatever I guess”

o   “we’re just fine going with you guys??”

o   jasper looks at call weirdly and says “um, no youre not. you lovebirds need some alone time. get your 10 things I hate about you on in these haystacks.”

o   they get redder than the ripest tomatoes

o   t: UHHH HES RIGHT BYE GUYS (N Y O O M)

o   they just stand there awkwardly for a while when call says “wanna head over to the carnival games” “please”

o   they walk over to the game area in a kinda uncomf silence until aaron breaks it

o   “what did jasper mean by 10 things I hate about you?”

o   call stares at him “are you serious right now”

o   aaron looks at him meaningfully

o   “oh my god. oh my god. have you never watched 10 things???”

o   “no?”

o   “oh my god. dude. its just like star wars all over again. we’re watching it, no excuses.”

o   aaron smiles at him “okay. whats it about?”

o   “well if I tell you that ruins the whole goddamn surprise, doesn’t it, pumpkin?”

o   he laughs. “it does, doesn’t it.”

o   they get to the carnival game: the hammer game. the biggest prize is a huge stuffed monkey

o   aaron turns to call grinning and calls like “you do know this game’s rigged right. theres no way you can win.”

o   but of course. aaron wins.

o   call is just gaping at him and whispers “you fucking beefcake you.”

o   aaron says “here’s your prize, boyfriend” and fucking winks

o   is call dying? we don’t know this aint his pov

o   c: it looks like you

o   a: thanks

o   call suddenly looks behind aaron with wide eyes and grabs Aarons hand so Aarons brain goes like WHAT…..

o   “heads up,” call whispers, “group of classmates at eight o clock”

o   AY ILL KEEP WRITING LATER GOTTA ACTUALLY START OR ELSE I NEVER WILL

·      call and tamara have always attended every one of aaron’s soccer games, but for some reason this one felt different

o   theyre cheering frm the side with their banners as always (banners say STEWART FOR SOCCER GOD and LUCKY NUMBER 8 and most recently THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!!! maybe that last one makes this different)

o   its also rainy as heck the banners had to be laminated this time (do not underestimate being friends w a rich kid)

o   they both in they raincoats while Aarons in full soccer gear in the RAIN rifp

o   but the team is falling behind so theyre like FUK OUR CHEERING ISNT WORKING WHAT WE DO

o   at halftime

§  t: lets get the fuck down there we gotta give him a pep talk

§  c: what r we gonna say

§  t: HELL IF I KNOW LETS JUST DO IT

§  so they head down to where aaron is sitting, drinking from his water bottle

§  c: cant you just tilt your head back and stick your tongue out in this weather

§  t: shut up. aaron we are here to peptalk you. (INSERT PEPTALK IDK HOW TO PEP)

§  exit tamara

§  a: (wince) we’re that bad today, are we

§  c: yeah youre kinda sucking

§  a: well that’s not the supportive boyfriend comment I expected

§  c: doting. I said I was going to be doting, not supportive. and definitely not a liar

§  a: whatever. tamara’s pep talk helped, so I guess ill get my head in the game

§  coach rockmaple blows his whistle for the team huddle. aaron salutes call with two fingers before standing up to go and then call blurts “ice cream. on me. if you win the game, that is.”

§  aaron stares at him and then smiles. “you’re on.”

§  TEAM MAKES A HUGE COMEBACK AND WINS THE GAME!!!

§  everyones celebrating and grinning and cheering and call catches aarons eye and theyre smiling, smiling, smiling, and suddenly call finds himself right in front of aaron and aaron is cupping his face and its raining and it sounds like something out of a movie and his face is so close and aaron’s freckles are covered in droplets and so are his lashes and call never really thought about it but if he leaned in, tilted his head just a bit, they would be kissing, and call could pass it off as having an audience—

§  aaron pulls call’s face towards him and kisses his forehead, leaning his head to call’s ear to say “you owe me an ice cream.”

§  and call’s heart all but leaps from his body, he feels lightheaded, and aaron looks fucking beautiful like this, his eyes alight with triumph and joy and something else

§  he doesn’t think till he gets home that wanting to kiss aaron for real wasn’t part of the plan.

·      they first kiss at a party cause everyones like KISS KISS KISS so call (lightly drunk) cups Aarons cheek and leans in. aaron.exe has crashed is not working holy fuck this is the best thing ever and all those gay ass descriptors. everyone cheers in the bg

o   call is dronk, aaron is driving him home, call is being supper chattery and super flirty (think: drunk Laurent)

o   alastair is sleeping so aaron has to make sure call is quiet when going to his room

o   a: (a lil breathless cause hes basically carrying call) be quiet, your dad is sleeping right there

o   c: (winking with both eyes) what do I get in returnnnnn

o   a: oh my god

o   aaron finally gets him to his bed, drapes him on it and tucks him in, hes about to lean away when call grabs his shirt collar to keep him there

o   “aren’t you gonna give your fake boyfriend a proper goodnight?”

o   AARON.EXE HAS CRASHED HE IS DEAD HE IS GONE GOODBYE

o   “youre drunk. i—we can’t—youre not yourself right now. goodnight.”

o   “mm. alright. you owe me a kiss, though.”

o   aaron huffs. he cant breathe right. and just because its 3 am and hes feeling reckless after kissing him tonight and call’s just about asleep and he probably wont remember this in the morning, he whispers, “sure.”

·      THE BREAK

o   Aarons leaning on his kitchen counter, trying to look casual but ultimately failing. call has a sneaking suspicion as to why hes acting this weird but by god he will not say it. its too embarrassing on its own.

o   “so.” aaron says. “you kissed me last night.”

o   fuck. dammit. “did i?”

o   “yeah, in the middle of the party. everyone was watching.”

o   call spots himself a loophole and hell if he doesn’t take it. “sweet. looks like drunk me was up for a show.”

o   “what do you mean?”

o   “well, it was a full party. this whole thing is build on other people believing we’re together

o   “’sides. it’s all just fake anyway.”

o   aaron stops, his hands fists. “right,” he croaks. “its all fake.”

o   “dude…you okay?”

o   “yeah. yeah im fine.”

o   “don’t lie to me aaron, i can see youre upset. spit it out.”

o   aaron takes a deep breath and quickly says “is it really all fake?”

o   call freezes. his mind replays last week’s game, and the subsequent breakdown he had because he likes aaron. and fuck. fuck. he swore he was being quiet about it.

o   “yeah,” he says after a while, forcing the words out. “it was always fake, that’s the idea.”

o   “lately, it hasn’t felt fake.”

o   call’s stomach drops. “if you ever needed to stop you could’ve just said—“

o   Aarons eyes are closed. “last night didn’t feel fake.”

o   because it wasn’t, because im a shitty human who fell for you and since I did this has all been horrible self indulgence, because I like you and you don’t like me.

o   “well it was, so I don’t know why youre making such a big deal out of it.”

o   call hates the things that come out of his mouth.

o   something in aaron seems to catch fire, his eyes fly open and he’s angry, call has barely ever seen him angry at him. “it’s a big deal for me, you kissed me”

o   “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to!”

o   “then if you didn’t mean to, why did you!”

o   calls head is spinning, he doesn’t know what hes doing at this point. “I was drunk, aaron, people fuck up when theyre drunk”

o   “I told you not to kiss me, but you went and did it anyway, do you have any idea how that felt—“

o   “I don’t, aaron, because I don’t feel the things you feel!”

o   aaron freezes completely, his eyes wide

o   “right. I forgot. sorry. right.”

o   theyre quiet, and call knows he fucked up. he doesn’t know exactly how, but he knows.

o   “I…I gotta go. bye.”

o   aaron slams the door behind him, call hears the car door slam and aaron driving away before he manages to whisper “wait”

o   but its too late. hes alone.

o   well, not alone. havoc noses his waist and looks up at him with huge, worried eyes.

o   “come on, boy. lets go for a walk.”

o   he ends up at the park—the same park he first discussed the thing with aaron. he sits down under a tree and rests his head on his knees, havoc cuddling up to him.

o   he kind of drifts off, loses track of time. his mind is kinda blank right now. he knows that’s probably a shitty coping mechanism but what the fuck can you do.

o   he doesn’t want to do anything right now. he doesn’t want to deal with anything or anyone right now.

o   he doesn’t want to feel anything, because feeling is what got him into this mess in the first place.

o   he’s so wrapped up in his personal void that he doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him until he hears jasper say “you look miserable.”

o   call doesn’t look up. “fuck off, jasper.”

o   he does not fuck off. instead call hears leaves crunching  as jasper sits down next to him.

o   “he’s at tamara’s. been there for the past hour.”

o   “didn’t ask.”

o   “but you wanted to know.” calls quiet at this.

[danisnotonhischairlmao]

Sofia’s late list of fave PINOF 9 moments

I do watch PINOF 9 abt 2 times everyday so these are my favorite moments

-When phil says ‘I guess you’ll always be danisnotonfire’ and he giggled and his tongue pokes out while dan cringes

-‘Pores who?!I dOn’T KNow hEr’

-dan saying ‘you’re the aged cat and I’m the little kit’ MY HEART DIED IDK BUT THIS IS JUST A GREAT MOMENT TO ME

-Greg

-THIS NEXT ONE MAKES MY DEAD HEART COME BACK TO LIFE AND SKIP A BEAT ‘watch me dad’ dan says as he does a ‘pro pose’

-‘We need a hard surface’ ‘your mum’

-the whole and ‘this is why phil doesn’t drive a car’ moment is the best

-wE ArE tHE CRysTAl GeMS we’LL aLWays SAVe thE WAy (and how we get to hear more of them singing it just makes my ears happy)

-‘please come? It’ll be fun?’

-Dan saying no to the crab walk but phil doing it anyways and then phil tweeting abt how you shouldn’t do the crab walk up your stairs

-HI MY NAMES IS~ OH F*CK OFF

bonus to that one: dani snot on 🎶fire🎶

-‘DONT STICK YOUR FINGERS ANYWHERE’

-hey phil why the hell do you drink out of a vase?

-the fact that they can both tie a tie in abt 8 secs just amazes me

-in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a weirdo (and the American accent that went with it)

-dan calling phil, Lester and the confirmation that phil still eats dans cereal even tho he’s been caught

-dans jumpscare but not JUST dans jumpscare the ‘🎶Philly forgot about the first question🎶’

-AAHHHH THE PHOTO PORTION PHILS PICTURE WAS ACTUALLY OK BUT DANS WAS JUST ADGJFHJHFJHF

-I mean I would do the same if the world was ending tbh

-im so proud of phillip michael lester for leading dan on and actually jumpscaring him and also the fact that dan was immediately there and ready to help is just ugh but in a good way

-chainal?chainal?anal?

-THE OUTFIT SWAP AND I DONT WANNA BE A DEMON BUT HOW THEY HAS NO PROBLEM DOING IT AND HOW YOU CAN SEE HOW DIFFERENT THEIR STYLES REALLY ARE ALSO DANS RIPPED JEANS WERE LOOSE ON PHIL AND I LOVE THAT FOR SOME REASON ALSO OMG DAN WEAR RED BUTTON UPS MORE CUZ YOU LOOKED STUNNING *takes breath* ALSO WITHOUT THE CAT WHISKERS I THINK PHIL COULDVE POTENTIALLY PULLED THE OUTFIT OFF QUITE WELL

-dan: ‘hey lester, try to do a leg dab’ lester:*leg dabs*

-The fact that dan confirmed that straight fringe might be dead forever

-we see dans bicep and it actually looks like exercising is paying off cuz like dang

-dans tattoo to phil is pretty meaningful and sweet while phil draws a rat 🐀

-phil:delets channel after ribena bottle flip

I know this is long but the ones in caps are the ones that made me die even though I love all these moments. Also, another little phan theory post coming soon? Yes, Ik u probs don’t want another rant but imma give u one. Bye!

[onewfantaesy]

hey so i just had a rlly cute idea for teen dad au??? uh ur writing makes me rlly soft btw but BASICALLY when taem is in like kindergarten or first grade right n kibums dropping him off n they hear the other parents talking abt how young kibum is n how !!! Scandalous!!! it must be wow such scandal right n before kibum can even say anything taem rlly angrily stomps up to them n goes "my daddy just couldn't wait to have me >:-(((" n keys rlly soft because uwuwuwu his soft son he's so proud of taem

side note: i spent so long in my teen dad au tag because i could’ve sworn i’d done something like this, but it turns out lmao it’s jinki from single parents jongyu who says that to lil baby taemin, not key from teen dad au lmao

but!!!! i love that phrase and it’s totally something kibum from teen dad au would tell taemin so!!!

About half-way through Taemin’s kindergarten year, the other parents have realized that the young man who drops Taemin off is actually his father, not his brother like they’d all assumed. Kibum hears some of the moms whispering to each other when he drops Taemin off sometimes, but they usually never say anything to them and Taemin doesn’t seem to realize it, so Kibum doesn’t want to make a scene or cause any problems. The gossip-moms will get over it eventually. They’ll find something else to talk about soon enough.

Except it takes them forever to get over it. It’s weeks and weeks of them whispering about how young Kibum must have been when he became a father.

Taemin has asked before why Kibum is so young compared to some of his friends’ parents. Kibum has always told him, “It’s because Daddy just couldn’t wait any longer to have you!” Taemin always giggles and hangs off of Kibum’s neck and presses sloppy kisses all over Kibum’s cheeks whenever they talk about it. Kibum always laughs right back and wraps his arms around Taemin’s back and swings him around. He doesn’t want Taemin to feel bad for having such a young dad. He wants Taemin to be happy and smile and not realize how different his life is from most of his friends. 

So when the gossip-moms whisper loudly about how scandalous it is that “That Kibum boy is Taemin’s father. He’s so young,” Kibum is ready to steer Taemin over to his class’s line to wait for the bell to ring. Taemin, however, had another idea.

Kibum watches as Taemin stomps right over to the group of gossip-moms, a pout firm on his face and his little hands gripping his backpack straps.

“Taeminnie, let’s get in line for when the bell rings,” Kibum tries to say, but Taemin just continues to stomp his little feet over to the group of moms.

“I like that my daddy had me early,” Taemin tells them. “He just couldn’t wait any longer to have me. And he’d be no fun if he was old like you.”

“Taemin!” Kibum gasps, rushing over and spinning Taemin around to face him. “That was not nice. Apologize.”

Taemin pouts at him, his little eyebrows furrowing in annoyed anger as he can’t understand why his dad is so upset with him.

“Now, Taemin,” Kibum tells him.

Taemin huffs as Kibum turns him back around, and he narrows his eyes at the group of moms in front of him.

“I’m sorry for calling you old,” Taemin grumbles. “But I’m not sorry for telling you you’re wrong.”

Kibum snorts, but he tries to hide it behind a cough as he tells Taemin to go get in line. He watches as his little boy goes stomping over to his friends and plops his backpack next to his friend’s. After a quick word with the moms who have been talking shit about him for weeks, Kibum rushes over to Taemin.

“I’m so proud of you,” Kibum whispers to him as he kneels down and kisses Taemin’s cheek. “You’re the best little boy a daddy could ask for.”

“I know,” Taemin tells him, nodding his head. “That’s why you couldn’t wait to have me.”

Kibum laughs, smooths back Taemin’s hair, and kisses him one more time before saying goodbye and telling him to have a good day.

“Bye, Daddy! Love you!” Taemin calls, blowing Kibum an exaggerated kiss. 

Kibum smiles and blows one back before going back to his car to go to his own classes.

[4jimin]

ARMY questions and questions

keila angel tagged me in the first one thank u @tanktoptiger i lov u

1. Who was your bias when you first started stanning bts? my prince jin (his dope outfit had me on my knees and then i met eat jin……def the best)

2. Who is your current bias? oh my who could it be aksjdjdk i wonder

3. What is your favorite Bangtan Bomb? not 2 be cheesy and trash but already being cheesy and trash all the jikook ones

4. What is your favorite Bts song? songs u mean right??? tomorrow, baepsae, i need u, lost, lie, stigma, awake, bst, boy meets evil, butterfly, run, dead leaves, does that make sense, fire, hold me tight, house of cards, love is not over, nevermind, spine breaker, young forever and i’ll stop here bc like akdjdk this is impossible (i started thinking okay i’ll do a top 5 but there’s no way in hell)

5. Which member is your bias wrecker? hahahahahahahah………u mean……all of them? what? i didn’t say anything bye

6. Which member appears in your dreams the most? jimin and jungkook very close to each other almost kissing but never doing so :( (they’re always super cozy and fluff tho so its okay)

7. What is your favorite BTS MV? what? mom, did u call me? oh wait……sry

8. What is your favorite bts choreography? i need u, butterfly, fire, baepsae, tomorrow, bst, 21st century girls…..okay enough oh no let me just add fun boys bc 10/10

9. Which BTS choreography do you dance to the most often? try to dance u mean right but i need u (my bias for inu is showing)

10. How long have you been an army? almost a year now

11. Which album track list is your favorite? hyyh and wings to the moon and back

12. Which album art is your favorite? young forever 

13. Which member would you choose to be your husband? all im taking care of all my babies

i’m tagging @parkjiminer @nmjnie @jihope @jihyped and @jimintensify 💙

- QUESTIONS -

@jihyped tagged me in this one, thank u nanda 💙

Rules: Complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. When you are finished tag 5 people to do this survey. Have fun and enjoy!!!

1. Are you named after someone? not that i know

2. When is the last time you cried?  today i wasn’t getting my cat to love me and give me attention so i started crying

3. Do you like your handwriting?  yes, sometimes

4. What is your favorite lunch meat?  chicken

5. Do you have kids? yes, 7 i wonder who they are

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? if the other me wasn’t an asshole then probably yes im rly easy if u call me beautiful im already loving u

7. Do you use sarcasm?  enough to piss my mom off, too little to make me satisfied

8. Do you still have your tonsils? probably…..what kind of question is that aksjdkdk

9. Would you bungee jump? definitely!!!!!!! like having a heart attack while jumping but definitely!!!!!!

10. What is your favorite kind of cereal? i dont rly like cereals

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?  who does that if its not extremely necessary like time is precious people

12. Do you think you’re a strong person?  physically im a joke but mentally a lot more than i used to believe

13. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?  vanilla!!!!

14. What is the first thing you notice about people?  laugh/smile

15. Red or pink?  pink and this is totally an opinion of a non jimin biased girl……………

16. What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself?  i hate my nose :/

17. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now?  my shorts are grey and im not rly wearing shoes

18. What was the last thing you ate?  a dessert my mom made called palha italiana its basically brigadeiro with pieces of cookie in it (god bless who ever invented that)

19. What are you listening to right now?  hold me tight

20. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?  glitter blue

21. Favorite smell? freshly washed clothes

22. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?  my boyfriend

23. Favorite sport to watch? basketball

24. Hair color? brown but it might be brown and pink in some weeks………..

25. Eye color?  brown

26. Do you wear contacts? nope

27. Favorite food to eat?  anything sweet

28. Scary movies or comedy?  comedy stay away with your scary one from me

29. Last movie you watched?  that i can remember i watched suicide squad for the first time last week and no offence but it sucks in my opinion

30. What color of shirt are you wearing?  black with white stripes

31. Summer or winter?  winter like a milion times bc if there is a thing i’d like my body to stop producing that thing is sweat

32. Hugs or kisses?  hugs but only the tight ones

33. What book are you currently reading?  !!!!! i started the life-changing magic of tidying up yesterday and today i cleaned up my entire room and i ENJOYED it?????? that book does magic im serious

34: Who do you miss right now? @jihope :/

35. What is on your mouse pad?  i’m on mobile

36. What is the last TV program you watched?  hwarang

37. What is the best sound?  am i seeing jimin laughing and giggling on the top of that list?? i wonder if this is everyone’s favorite sound

38. Rolling Stones or The Beatles? i used to listen to beatles more bc of my bff but im not sure

39. What is the furthest you have ever traveled?  from my room to the kitchen then to the bathroom and then back to my room

40. Do you have a special talent?  i mess things up like no one

41. Where were you born?  the place where u think everytime u go out in the street mmm am i walking in hell or is this just rio’s summer ajsjdkd im sry im gonna be salty abt this weather for the rest of my life but rio de janeiro, brazil

i’m tagging the same ppl but switch nanda for keila here lmao

[ben-woodburn-archive]

Could you do a head common thingy of what it would be like dating Ben??? Love your blog!!! I'm actually in love with him! He's 2years younger than me!!!! I shouldn't love him but I do!!! ❤

sAME ANON!!! good thing we’re both 17 ;)and aaahhhh, I would love to!!! Too bad I don’t know how to write :-( But this is how I imagine dating him would be like: (it’s so bad haha please don’t blame me,..)

before dating:-He’s a relatively shy guy, so every time you’re around, he’d get nervous and all. -you guys are finally close enough with each other, and he’s considering of asking you out. I don’t really know how this goes but he asks you to meet him somewhere alone and asks if you’d go out with him. When you say yes, his eyes light up and he smiles so big. This is his reaction after you leave (AAAHHHH)

-The Day comes, he gets so nervous, pacing around-The lads are teasing him. Trent and Ovie are giggling cos like imagine how cute he looks when he gets nervous?!!-he takes you to the city centre n the albert dock cos he knows you love the scenery-long walk alongside river mersey n him lending you his jacket cos it’s windy and he’s just such a gentleman and all-His face turns red as he asks if he could kiss you (???? this is like 100% how it’s gonna go down ok idk i just feel like he’s that typa guy who doES THIS!11!)

when you guys are dating:-cuDDLES MORNING CUDDLES AFTERNOON CUDDLES EVENING NIGHT CUDDLES cuddles c u d d l e s-him sleepily mumbling ‘i love you’ in the morning-going to his matches-watching the u23/u18 matches together while cuddling in bed when he’s not playing for them-going to theatres n cinemas to watch comedies-you makin him tea and cookies when he’s having a bad day-him dancing to every song-kARAOKE-credit to anna aka @jordanshenderson ; the lads teasing him about his decision to play for wales and you defending him!!!-staring at each other at night before going to sleep-you staring into his beautiful blue eyes :’)-him telling you how beautiful you look n caresses your cheek before he falls asleep!!! (bye)-again, you two walking around the city, holding hands, talkin about stupid, random stuff, but mostly him talking about how the beauty of the city can’t be compared to your smile (haha.. ha….)-cute, sweet little kisses-nose kisses (to each other, ofc)-him complaining abt how trent likes to steal his gloves-i could go on and on forever but: just being so in love with each other