#i'm personally leaning towards the second one but i think that might make some weirdo je.di apologists send me rude anons after only seeing
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the duality of man........ . ... .
#PLS vote i don't wanna drag this out over a week!!#i'm personally leaning towards the second one but i think that might make some weirdo je.di apologists send me rude anons after only seeing#my url lol. i dislike him bc he would likely be insufferable irl but he's not real so i love him in fictional form if that makes sense??#also i think it's just kind of a funny and ironic @ bc he's the actual fandom darling and i am not immune to his charms either 😮💨#im gonna vote for option 2 bc i want results immediately lol. and all of this might be for nothing if i decide not to change or fall out of#love with star wars again. i ALSO have t4tobiwan which is on brand for me but i don't rlly like it v much? i don't see him as exclusively#t4t at all bc that means saltine krust was trans which... just NO lol#len asks
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I might be biased because I'm transmasc and it's somewhat The Goal for me to "look like a man," but it's high time we put a stop to "you look like a man" as an insult towards women. Not just trans women, but cis women too. Most often I hear/see it used by women against other women, usually some gender crit weirdos with an unhealthy obsession with other people's genitalia, and I find it imperative that we wrest any and all power away from such creepy, horrible people. And so, here's my dissection of the phrase.
First of all, masculine-presenting women exist. Some are so masc-presenting that they do in fact get gendered as men in everyday speech, to dismay or pleasure depending on the woman you're dealing with. But. What exactly does spitting "you look like a man" at her do? Congratulations, you have eyes and understand that this woman is gender-nonconforming. What now, asshole? All you've done is either state the obvious or said some bullshit she's heard a billion times before.
Second, some women are simply born with features we collectively decided are "masculine" traits. I know plenty of tall, muscular cis women. I've met cis women with facial hair, with big hands, with broad shoulders. How in the fuck do these features and more suddenly disqualify them from womanhood? And to tell such a woman she "looks like a man" is to join in a chorus of bullying she's been experiencing for a long fuckin time (and in many cases, since she was a child) over something she literally has no control over. But it wouldn't help if she just "decided" to be a man, would it, because now they don't know what they want and need to learn to "accept her womanhood," even though you never did when they said they were.
But this leans into my third point, which gets at the core of the problem:
Why is "looking like a man" a bad thing?
Outside of trans people and misgendering, I mean. Because that's just a weapon for getting at a specific aspect of that type of womanhood. However, when it's said to a trans woman, or a cis woman with traditionally masculine traits, it's usually "you ARE a man." Not "you LOOK LIKE a man."
And the only conclusion I can draw, from both my experience and others, is that this is just a long, drawn out way to call people ugly. Because often in these terfy circles, you will find some of the most vile, disgusting things said about men and their bodies. I mean... They get gross about trans women, sure, but remember... They think trans women ARE men. Monster creepy men with horrible delusions, sure, but still men. And then they discuss cis men as if they're all either sex pests, monsters, or weak-willed idiots with no place in the world.
Now I will not discount the fact that many gender crits/terfs are recruited after severe trauma of several stripes inflicted by men, and that men are encouraged in our society to treat women as objects and tools rather than thinking people with their own needs and feelings, thus causing a feedback loop of neglect and abuse that leaves everyone miserable. Not to mention, most people saying shit like "not all men" when you're talking about women's issues probably don't actually care, they just want you to stop talking.
All of this is true. HOWEVER. It comes to a point where you stop criticizing specific men for their behavior, or society at large for making men that do awful things, and you start mocking men for their appearances, disabilities, weight, body parts, ect. That's just not ok.
To anyone who's been told you "look like a man" to make you feel small and horrible:
You are not ugly. Features that society has decided are grossly masculine are not ugly. Being a feminine person with masculine features does not mean you have failed to perform femininity.
You are gorgeous.
And don't let someone that believes looking like a man is the worst thing one could possibly do tell you otherwise.
#lgbtq#transgender#trans#gender nonconforming#gnc#non binary#trans rights#femininity#masculinity#also if someone tells you “you look like a man” act like they're telling you “you look like (insert hot man of choice)”#they never specified which man#intersex
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I'll wait for you to like me
Pairings: Mark x Reader «past» Jeno x reader.
Characters: Mark, Jeno, Donghyuck (Haechan), Ten «hinted» Jisung, Chenle, Jaemin.
Theme: fluff, confusion, angst(but not really), open ending, happy, playful.
Word count: 1.6k
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Mark knew he was the wallflower among his brothers. While his brothers played with people's hearts he studied. While his brothers fooled around he worked hard. While his brothers stole people's hearts to only break them he broke hearts through rejections.
He never messed around, always had good grades and his only friend was his half brother Donghyuck but not by choice, the youger just latched himself onto Mark the first time Mark spoke.
Mark liked his reputation of the heartless and cold brother. He liked being the most mysterious among his brothers. He liked keeping to himself. He liked his personal space. He looed music. He like how he was very sure of what he liked. And he knew for sure that he liked you.
But you liked Jeno....
So he kept his distance and watched from the side lines. He watched how Jeno tried to gain your trust and felt a pang in his heart when you trusted the boy. He watched how you agreed to dating Jeno and he watched how you slowly fell in love with his brother. His gut twisting in longing and jealousy.
He watched sadly the day Jeno broke your heart. And never in his life did he want to punch someone so bad, let alone the person he wanted to punch being his own brother but yet he didn't because he watched how Jeno loved you back but the moment things got a bit to real for his liking he spiralled and hurt you in the process.
He watched how Jeno would look at you so fondly and after you broke up he would secretly stare at you longingly when no one was watching. How he would constantly deny his feelings for you because his friends thought that it was uncool. How he said awful things about you to his awful friends that led him astray. He hated that he had to watch Jeno lose himself.
...
"You're the only other person here?" You had startled him one day as you leaned over his desk in the news room.
He blinked once to make sure he wasn't hallucinating before nodding, "Yes I run the school news paper"
You tilted you head to the side face scrunching cutely in confusion.
"I get the work done and quite perfectly at that so the school allows me to run it alone." Mark explained and felt lighthead when you smiled at him.
"Why are you here" he blurted out coldly before you could notice the change in his face from how much blood was travelling to it.
"Well I'm going to run the newspaper with you." You casually said. Cultural shock. That's what he went through that day.
And so before he knew it, it became a new norm to spend his afternoons with you in that small cramped up room with two desks and a printer.
And for once he wasn't just watching you, he was talking to you, laughing with you, working with you and getting into petty arguments with you which would just end with Mark being all red and flustered and you giggling away. And suddenly he knew he liked you even more. And maybe he wasn't the only one that knew that little fact. And that was a problem.
It happened on one of the monthly Sunday morning family breakfasts when Mr.Lee kept picking at Tens choice for the next step in the family business which included his lover so Ten, much to Mark's dismay changed the topic, "So Mark I heard you've been having fun at school these days?" His second eldest brother teased, wiggling his brows.
Mr. Lee's cocked an eyebrow at that piece of information but Mark simply hummed and got back to eating, enjoying his peace.
But when your brother's with Lee Donhyuck peace didn't come easy.
"Oh yes he has" the boy said and Mark looked at him confused, "He's been enjoying his time with y/n working for the school newspaper together"
Mark cursed in his head, side eyeing Jeno who seemed to freeze at your name expression cold.
"Yes it's nice to have company" Mark mumbled as the topic changed yet again to something about the trouble Haechans been causing.
...
Mark watched how Jeno distanced himself from him and how his brother who was usually sweet eye smiles and mischievous laughs was now curt nodds and cold eyes.
The one thing he knew he hated was fighting with his brothers. And even though him and Jeno weren't really fighting they weren't talking to eachother either.
His mood changed drastically, sullen at the change in attitude from his younger brother but he doubts anybody would have noticed.
That's why he was shocked when you placed a cup of boba milk tea on his desk saying "because you were sad and needed cheering up" before scrunching your nose cutely and adding "and because you're the only weirdo that doesn't like coffee"
And he looked at you in awe, mouth sliglty agape and you chuckled leaning down and closing it for him as he startled at the contact recalling behind a bit.
"So Markie boy what's got you so worried" you asked sitting yourself down on his desk as he flushed over the nickname.
"My brother" he said hesitantly and saw your face harden, he knew you knew of his relation to your ex but you guys never spoke about it.
"What happened" you still asked him, expression neutral.
"Just a little confusing times between us so there's a cold war going on" he said with a defeated sigh and your lips curved downwards.
"I've see how close you are to your brothers' and how much you care for them" you said and Mark was surprised you knew that, "Whatever it is it's going to pass. After all you guys are the infamous Lee brother's. A family of old money where the brothers dont hate eachother" you joked without knowing how true and rare that was and how much he cherished that fact. Especially since all his father wanted them to do was to get 'ambitious' and steal the buisness back from Ten.
So Mark had decided that very day to confront Jeno after school, waiting patiently at his brothers car.
"You're here to talk I'm guessing?" Jeno voice called out and Mark turned around to see him walking towards the car with a friend's Mark didn't recognise, a really tall boy with pink hair, a short one with orange hair and one Jenos height with blond hair and a blue fringe.
Jeno waved goodbye to the boys as he seperated ways from them and approached Mark.
"Who are they?" Mark couldn't help but ask.
"They're from the dance team." Jeno replied not looking at his brother at all.
"You've been avoiding me" Mark accused angry that the boy coildnt even look at him now and Jeno nodded, "You're right"
"Why" Mark asked with a frown.
"Well..."
"It's because of y/n isn't it?" Mark cut Jeno off, "If your uncomfortable with me working on the newspaper with y/n then I can-"
"Can what?" Jeno laughed catching Mark off guard, "Can quit? And then what let the newspaper die with you? I actually enjoy reading those." Jeno smiled at Mark who just stood there dumbfounded.
"Look I was being petty, I broke up with y/n ages ago. If you have feelings for y/n then go for it, I shouldn't hold you back" Jeno said with a sad smile.
"But don't you like..."
"I do. But I was dumb and now I'm too late so go shoot your shot" Jeno said with a pat on Marks back and smiled sadly as he watched his brother run off to meet you. Maybe he'll get over you if dating you makes his quite and overworking brother happy and atleast a little carefree.
"Y/N!" Mark called out as he ran towards you, starteling you.
"Go out with me" he blurted as soon as he was infront of you and your eyes widened but a frown made its way to your face soon after.
"Is this some joke?" You asked angrily and Mark seemed genuinely confused.
"Look I thought you were nice but now you're trying to pull the same stunt Jeno did?" You yelled and Mark looked taken back.
"W-what no. I would never!" he replied immediately.
"I want to believe that's true but it probably isn't" you said as your eyes slowly started to glisten. "Is this funny to you Mark?"
"What? No! No y/n I really like you, have liked you way before Jeno did I swear this isn't a game" he said quickly, holding onto your hand in hopes of conveying his sincerity. But it only made you more doubtful.
"Even if it was true Mark I d-dont want to like anyone again for a while" you said tone sad and Mark felt bad, maybe he didn't think this through.
"I'll wait then" it was your turn to look confused
"Then I'll wait for you to be ready to like someone again."
You sighed but the gesture seemed so sweet and from what you knew from the little time you spent with him in that small room daily was that Mark wasn't a good liar, "It may take a long while and I might not even end up liking you. You think you're okay with that?"
Mark eyes sparkled with something unreadable but it was definitely something good. He nodded his head, determined, "No matter how long and with how little hope I have, I'll wait for you to like me."
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Lee brother's- A mini series
Previous part: Lee Taeyong
Next part: Ten Lee
#mark#mark imagine#nct#nct127#mark ff#nct imagine#nct 127 imagine#nct ff#angst#not really#fluffy#funny#nct mark#happy#open ending#neo culture technology#neo culture tech on my mind#kpop#kpop imagines#haechan#Donghyuck#ten#nct ten#jaemin#jeno#chenle#Jisung#nct lee line#sm
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Ahhh I just discovered your blog and I love it so much! Sorry to be angsty right off the bat, but can I request an Aizawa x reader where he has to assure them that the reader's interests have value or something along the lines? I get shut down so often when I accidentally gush about stuff I find cool (ladybugs) so I'm unfortunately more reserved now but yeah :)
From Cindy: It is now two hours past my usual bedtime and I don’t think I’m going to make it much longer. Before I sleep though, I am posting this as promised. I did reread it a couple times, but my tired brain isn’t up to full capacity. I hope it’s okay. Also, please don’t let people make you feel bad about the things you enjoy. Seriously, I hate when people do that. There’s enough negativity in the word without the good stuff being taken away on top of that. As long as you aren’t hurting anyone else, like what you like and never be ashamed of it! ♥
Ladybugs Aizawa x Reader
Everyone has those certain things they avoid revealing about themselves at the beginning of a relationship, romantic or otherwise, for fear of scaring the other person away. In some extreme cases, people might want to keep those parts of themselves hidden forever. For you, it was a particular hobby of yours being revealed too soon that made you a little cautious when meeting new people. You had a ready list of suitable answers stored in your brain for the inevitable moment someone asked you about your interests. It wasn’t like you were into something taboo or anything like that. It’s just that you’d been on the receiving end of enough judgmental looks to know it was better to keep that particular information to yourself.
When you first started to get to know Aizawa, you’d stuck to topics you knew he’d be able to relate to like music, movies, and books. It was easy enough to find common ground that way and you wouldn’t have to worry about him thinking you were some kind of weirdo. This strategy worked well for you and it wasn’t long before the amazing man was asking to be your boyfriend. Things between the two of you were really great, and on the random day when he called you up and asked if you wanted to get some ice cream and take a walk in the park, your secret pastime was the furthest thing from your mind. You were just looking forward to having a fun date with the guy you were slowly falling in love with.
“The weather is so nice today!” You sigh happily, walking hand in hand with Aizawa through the park he’d taken you to.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” he tilts his head toward you with a content smile, “I got lucky having today off.”
“You really do work way too hard, Shota,” you tell him seriously. “Between your classes and hero work it’s a wonder you have any free time at all.” He lets out a laugh and nods his head in agreement as a planter full of flowers on the side of the path you were walking on catches your eye. Aizawa notices the shift in your attention and slows down a little so you both could admire them.
“They plant new flowers in this park every couple months,” He mentions offhandedly. “It’s one of the reasons I enjoy coming here. Do you know what kind they are?”
“Geraniums,” you answer automatically as your eyes scan over the plant, a smile growing across your face as you spot a ladybug crawling over one of the leaves. You let go of Aizawa’s hand so you could crouch down and reach out to invite the insect into your palm. “Ladybugs are attracted to plants like this because there are plenty of smaller pests for them to feed on.” You turn to look over your shoulder at him as the ladybug crawls over your fingers. “Did you know they can play dead like possums do?”
Aizawa raises his eyebrows and before he has a chance to respond you realize what you’d said. You place the ladybug back onto the plant and stand up quickly, taking his hand into yours again and offering to continue your walk. Your boyfriend eyes you curiously as you lead him forward. Embarrassment washes over you and you internally berate yourself for being awkward. You try to go back to eating your ice cream normally, hoping to move past the moment quickly.
“I actually didn’t know that,” he replies after a pause. “I’m guessing they do that as a way to avoid getting eaten by predators?”
“Yeah,” you simply nod, knowing you could probably give an entire lecture on the topic but the thought of boring him to death held you back.
“That’s interesting,” Aizawa continues to watch you for a moment. “Are you really into gardening or something? You looked pretty excited for a minute. We can go back over there if you want.”
“No, it’s fine,” You assure him with a smile. “I just… think ladybugs are kind of cool, but I know that’s a bit weird so…”
“I don’t think that’s weird,” Aizawa rubs his thumb over your knuckles.
“Maybe,” you say after a small glance up at him. “Still, I’ve been told that it’s annoying when I go off on tangents and I don’t want to bother you.”
“Hey,” Aizawa stops walking and gives you a serious look. “You’re allowed to talk about the things that make you happy, especially around me.” He lets out a laugh of embarrassment of his own while giving your hand a squeeze. “You’ve never met any of my students but you let me rant about them to you all the time. Is that annoying to you?”
“No! Of course not!” You assure him, a smile blooming on your face. “It’s nice that you’re so passionate about your job and I like seeing the joy on your face when you talk about them.” Aizawa returns your smile and nudges your arm playfully.
“I feel the same way about you,” he confesses. “I want to know all about the things you love. If something is important to you, it’s important to me. And if it brings a smile to your face, that’s even better.” You both continue on your walk as Aizawa hums thoughtfully. “And honestly, nobody should judge you or make you feel like you’re not allowed to talk about things that interest you anyway. Your hobbies make you who you are and if everyone liked the same stuff, life would be extremely boring.”
“Thanks Shota.” You could tell he was being genuine by the look on his face, and it felt nice to have a bit of validation. “It means a lot to hear you say that.”
“I’m not just saying it,” He assures you, “I truly mean it. And unfortunately, there are always going to be people who try to make you feel bad for being happy, but it’s usually because they’re unhappy themselves. It’s easier said than done, but we have to try not to let people like that get us down.” Aizawa leans in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Just remember that you can always come to me to rant and rave about whatever you’d like.” The pep talk was short and sweet, but his words did give you a little more confidence. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to be a bit more open about your unique interests in the future.
“So,” Aizawa speaks up again a moment later, “when did you start getting into ladybugs?” You smile at his question, hesitating for just a second before launching into the full story.
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Halloween // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader
Another Story based on a gif/picture! (Hope this is kinda what you were thinking @aberrant-annie )
Summary - It's the first year that y/n and Matthew are a couple, and he insists that they have a couples costume for an upcoming party.
Word count - 2.5k
Gif courtesy of @nationgubler
It was that time of year again. The time where Matthew got impossibly excited, wore tremendously weird costumes, and snuck up behind me an ungodly amount of times.
Halloween.
Now you may be thinking, 'Halloween is a fun and *normal* time of year for many families!' But you only think that because you haven't met my boyfriend Matthew.
Now let's give a little background on the weirdo that is my best friend.
Matthew Gray Gubler is an actor, author, filmmaker, illustrator, fashion model, and painter. But what they don't put on his google search profile is that, before all, he is a Halloween Enthusiast.
He and I have been best friends for over 8 years, and every single one of those years he has effortlessly dragged me into any kind of spooky shenanigan that he could. This was the first year of the 8 that we are a couple, so he decided, in a fit of glory as he put it, that we *needed* a couple's costume this year for the Criminal Minds cast Halloween party. I was 100% down for this idea, but boy, I really didn't know what I was getting myself into by agreeing to it so easily. So let's go back to where this whole ordeal began.
The day was October 15th, and I was sitting blindfolded in the passengers seat of Matthew's car.
"Where the hell are we going?" I giggled, flailing my arms around the car, blindly looking for the trail mix I left in his car the day before. He grabbed my wrist, leading it down to the cupholder and putting my hand on the bag. He knew me too well.
"It's a surprise, obviously, just know it has to do with Halloween." He grabbed my hand and placed a gentle kiss to the top of it.
"Doesn't everything have to do with Halloween with you?"
"Maybe." He laughed.
We were in the car for around 15 minutes, all the while I jammed out to a mix of songs I loved and goofy Halloween themed songs. Matthew had made a playlist of the two as a compromise.
I heard the car click into park and listened as Matthew left the car and walked to my side, opening the door and leading me out.
"When will I be able to see again? This whole blind thing is not for me." He laughed at my remark, looping his arm through mine so he could lead me to what I could only assume was my death. That's when I heard it, the all too familiar laugh of a clown.
Here we go.
Without the notice of my lovely boyfriend I whipped my hand up to my head, removing the black cloth that covered my eyes, I only heard a squeak of protest from him before I saw 'The Haunted Jail' before me.
"Of course." I rolled my eyes in a playful manner, unhooking myself from his arm. "So, why are we here."
"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could get some couple costume ideas from here. It's the jails doubles night so two workers tag team on a costume." He gestured wildly with his hands towards the sign that read *Doubles night! Couples get a 15% discount tonight*. I shook my head in amusement.
"Alright, let's go."
After walking through the 3 story building, we came out with a nice list of ideas for scary couples costumes. This consisted of :
•Beetlejuice
•Pupetmaster and puppet
•Purge
•Wedding gone wrong
•Twisted Alice and Mad Hatter
Then we just had to come to a decision, and soon.
We then sat in the car on our way home to dig out more decorations from the attic. Our house from the inside looked like someone had gotten murdered. There were giant floor and window stickers that resembled blood, fake knives everywhere, and caution tape. This all paired with the tape in the shape of a body on the ground near our fridge. But Matthew had so graciously pointed out that we needed to decorate the outside like we were a haunted house.
He was currently up in our creepy ass attic as I stood with crossed arms at the end of the rickety ladder that led up there. He popped his head out of the little square hole, wearing a jason mask. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head with the smallest smile.
"I'm gonna hand some boxes down to you." I heard him say behind the muffling mask.
The first box held large organized strings of orange LEDs and hooks to set them up on. The next box was filled with fake webs and the next was a huge box. I set it on the ground, prying it open to reveal giant spiders with tacky red eyes and long fangs.
"Are we gonna have these bad boys climbing the ivy outside?" He popped from the attic in a new, mask. A werewolf one I assumed.
"Yep!" He lightly set another box in my hands. "I hate the smell of these masks," He ripped the mask off, revealing his unruly hair and squinting eyes from the new amount of light. "why do I keep buying them?" It made my heart melt, messy hair Gubler was my favorite Gubler.
We dragged all of the boxes outside and decorated for what seemed like 6 hours, it was way harder work than what you would expect. We ended up with 2 giant spiders hung on the ivy, 1 crawling up the porch, and 2 more on the roof. The webs we had were strung everywhere, but the 'main web', as Matthew called it, was across the porch. We had LEDs lighting up most of the outside of our house, it made it look like a constant sunset, or constantly living in a horror movie. Whatever floats your boat. And lastly, we had bloody tomb stones scattered in the yard with fake hands reaching up at the sky through the ground.
Then it was October 16th. I had woken up groggily, feeling the bed beside me for Matthew, but only touching the soft white sheets. The time was 9:47 am and the sun was bleeding through the curtains. My legs hung over the bed as my limbs stretched, pulling down a shirt that was much to large for me *probably because it wasn't mine*. As soon as I stepped out of my bedroom I was met with a scream mask.
"**Morning!**" This made me scream.
"Damnit Matthew Gray! Christ, will the scaring ever end?" I say this but of course, it was really one of my favorite things about him.
"Not until Christmas." He replied with a cocky smile, kissing me softly. I grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss and trying to make him take the hint. He pulled away swiftly. "I would *love* to continue doing this." He ran his hands down my arms and to my hips. "But I made you breakfast and eggs are better warm." He squeezed my hip and gently pushed me toward the kitchen.
Over breakfast we discussed what we were going to go as for the party. We came to the conclusion that doing purge killers would be the most fun. Now all we had to do was get the costumes.
So we left around 1 for Party City. The place had a surprisingly small amount of people, considering the time of year. However there was one girl in there that kept sneaking looks at Matthew. She was standing near some children's costumes. I quickly found out why when a kid came running up with an Alice and Wonderland costume. Shaking it profusely at her mom. The woman kneeled down to her size and gestured towards Matthew. I scrunched my face up.
*What was she telling her?*
Matthew had kept walking and I swiftly caught up with him in the mask aisle. As soon as I got there, the small girl I had just saw was tugging at his orange pumpkin T-Shirt.
"Hi! My mommy said she's a big fan of you on crimimal minds." I giggled a bit. She waved him down to her level, and he gladly came down to listen. "I think she might have a crush on you." I could hear her whisper. He looked back at me expectantly, I just smiled with a shrug. I wasn't much of the jealous type, Matthew was *extremely* loyal, I trusted him with my life. I shooed him towards the woman. He stood and waved at her, gesturing her over and backing up to be by me. I was trying to be inconspicuous and look at the masks. But clearly my lovely boyfriend had a different idea.
"Hi! What's your name?" He asked with a famous million dollar grin.
"A-ashley." She stood for a second, silently staring at him. "I'm sorry, I obviously didn't expect to be seeing you. I'm a just huge fan of yours. And it doesn't help that you are way cuter in person." She smiled shyly, hugging her daughter to her side. Matthew smiled politely but quickly snaked his arm around my hip. I turned to her with the kindest smile I could. I could see realization dropping from her eyes to the red tips of her ears.
"Well you obviously know I'm Matthew. This is my girlfriend, y/n." I leaned into him slightly. Me and Matthew hadn't exactly gone *public*. So it was an honest mistake that she wouldn't know we were together. But to be fair, we weren't hiding it either. "Would you like a picture by the way?" That seemed to distract her enough to knock her out of her clearly petrified trance.
"Yes! A million times yes!"
"I'll take it for you." I grabbed the phone she held out with a slightly tense smile. We took a few pictures and said our goodbyes as she checked out an left. We got back to looking at masks.
"Did you see her face when I grabbed your hips? I kinda live for that look." I smacked his arm playfully.
"The poor girl, she just flirted with you in front if your *girlfriend*. You petrified her!"
"Well I think you just made her a little jealous." He came behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach and kissing my shoulders.
"Ok Gubler," I slipped from his grip. "we are in public." He groaned a little and followed me down the aisle. I grabbed the cool LED masks with the X's for eyes and big smiles, the typical Purge ones. I got me a purple one and him a red one. Next stop was fake weapons.
I gazed at all of the weapons on the wall. Machetes, guns, bats, nunchucks, knives, all of it. I then looked over to see my boyfriend squinting and tapping his chin in fake contemplation.
"Oh just grab the knife, I know that's what you wanna get." He whipped it off the wall and gave me a serious look, pointing the sharp styrofoam at me. He tapped it to my nose and couldn't contain his laugh as I looked him in the eyes with the biggest smile I could muster.
"You really know how to break me out of character."
So he did end up buying the styrofoam knife, and I ended up buying a plastic machete. As we left the store, the masks and weapons in hand he nudged me.
"So have you thought of what we are gonna wear?"
"Oh yeah. I already have the outfit, you're gonna love it, mine at least. We still have some spare fake blood at home right?" He narrowed his eyes at me, nodding suspiciously. "Great, then I just have to decorate the shirts." Which is exactly what I did when we got home.
I laid our two white button up's on our asphalt driveway, splattering them with blood. Matthew watched me. Sitting a lawn chair as I covered my hands in the blood and put a few handprints on random parts.
"Can I see the whole outfit you have planned now?" He whined.
"Nope, you have to wait. It's not that far away."
But he had asked me to show him everyday up until today, October 31st, party day. Now here we are, on our way back from a McDonalds run that took a *bit* longer than anticipated and we had a very slight chance of being late. We stumbled into the house and ran to the room.
"Why are we rushing anyway?" I took a pause, catching my breath. "We don't have to be exactly on time anyway." He agreed and we slowed down a bit to get our things together.
"I didn't want to have to rush out after seeing you in costume anyway." He said, slyly reaching into the closet and grabbing our button up's. I grabbed the rest of my things from a plastic bag under my side of the bed. I went to the bathroom and changed. My outfit consisted of a black miniskirt, a black cropped tube top, and black knee high socks. Paired with black heeled low-top booties. Then slung over it all was ny open button up. I sheathed my machete behind me and walked out of the bathroom to see Matthew in his bloody shirt and old dress pants and shoes. His giant knife was sheathed in a holster on his side. He ogled at me for a moment, shifting on his feet.
"Holy- wow." He breathed out. I waltzed up to him, unbuttoning a few more buttons and messing his hair to fit the part a bit more. I handed him his mask, with my eyebrows raised. He set it on the bed behind him, cupping my face and bringing me in for a kiss. I ran my hands down his half bare chest and I could feel him smile into the kiss, so I did too, and boy was he a sucker for that. He deepened the kiss and pull me towards him as much as he could, leading his hands lower and lower. Eventually he grabbed my butt a little and I let a giggle slip into the kiss. I parted from him, staring into those honey brown eyes. I felt like a teenager. He had not taken his eyes off me since I left the bathroom.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
"Alright." He slid he phone from his pocket, snapping a picture of me. What was I gonna do with this man? I grabbed our masks and we headed out.
We were only about 20 minutes late to the party. We turned our LEDs on and entered AJs house, as her door was wide open.
"You guys look *amazing*!" Kirsten gushed. "Especially you y/n. *Damn* do you rock those socks."
"I know right?" He lifted his mask, placing a kiss on my cheek.
The whole night was filled with chugging fun Halloween themed drinks, compliments on our costumes, slipping secret kisses, and quite the photo shoot.
*And man was I in for it when I got home.*
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Chapter 13
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I didn’t proof read this, so I'm sorry if this is shit lmaoooo the angst you guys have been waiting for is literally around the corner 👀
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(Y/N)’s P.O.V.
“Let’s just get the Caniac Combo and split it. We’ll switch out the coleslaw for another Texas toast so we each get one. Sounds good?”
“I’m alright with that.”
Victoria and I were currently waiting in line at Raising Cane’s ordering some food for the both of us. “Go and find us a seat. I’ll pay this time.” I told her as she smiled. “You’re too good to me. This is why you’re my best friend.” She laughed. “I got next time, okay?” I nodded as she walked away to one of the booths next to the window.
“Cual quieres?” I heard someone behind me ask. “Pues.. let me see what they have first.”
“I can just get you the kids combo since you’re sho – “
“Don’t say it.” I heard him laugh. “I’ll just get the sandwich combo.” I walked up to the cashier and ordered our food. “Okay, your total is $11.55.” I took out my wallet and handed him my debit card, handing it back to me after it got approved and told me it’ll be ready in a few minutes. I grabbed our two cups and walked off to the side getting our drinks. I turned my head to look over at who was behind me and I swear… I’ve seen these two guys somewhere before.
I can’t keep looking at them for too long or else they’re gonna think I’m some weirdo. So I took our drinks in my hands and walked to the booth where Victoria was sitting as my attention went back to those two boys. “Thank you so much girl.” She took one of the drinks and put the straw through the small hole, bringing it up to her lips and taking a sip. “You alright?” She asked as I nodded.
“Yeah no uh.. sorry, it’s just that those two guys over there look really familiar. I feel like I’ve seen them before.” She directed her eyes to the two guys laughing as they got their drinks as she turned back to look at me. “They’re cute.” She stated. “… Really cute.”
I started walking back to the cashier to go pick up our food, which was gonna be done any minute, before Vicky stopped me and said. “Do you think they’re single?” I laughed and told her to go and strike up a conversation with one of them if she’s interested. “(Y/N)?” I heard one of cashiers call out my name as I walked to go and collect our food.
I noticed one of the guys turned their attention towards me as my name was called. I didn’t think too much of it, so I grabbed our tray and brought it back to our table. I slid in the booth, got comfortable and we both started eating. “So, this cookout that’s coming up..”
“What about it?” I took one of the fries and brought it to my mouth, taking a bite. “How many boys are we thinking are gonna be there?” She asked as I laughed. “Ahh Vicky, you’re so lucky I love you.”
“Come on!” She chuckled and took a chicken tender in her hands. “I’ve been single way too long. I want to get back out there. Maybe find a prince charming to sweep me off my feet like you did.” I smiled and grabbed my drink. “I’m sure there’s gonna be cute guys at the campfire that you can flirt with all night long.”
I looked around and saw one of the guys that caught my attention earlier keep looking my way. I gave him a small smile and got back to talking with Victoria. Why does he look so familiar and why is he looking my way? Do we know each other or something? Is that why he’s looking over at us?
“Hey, don’t look now but those guys we saw earlier are looking our way.” I spoke as I took a bite of my Texas toast. “Oooh should we try and get them to come over here and strike up a conversation?”
“Vicky..”
“Oh come on! If they come over, you can maybe find out why he looks so familiar and I can get a chance to talk to them. It’s a win – win situation.” She looked over her shoulder and gave them a smile. I can’t control her. Vicky’s gonna do what Vicky’s gonna do. After a few minutes, she stood up and told me she was going to get “a refill for her drink”. Which was complete bullshit because she hardly drank any of it in the first place. Sure enough, as soon as she got close enough to get a refill, one of the guys stood up and followed after her. I swear, she’s a magnet for guys.
I just watched the whole thing go down a couple feet away. They started talking to each other until he walked back to his seat with his friend. “So, what did the great Victoria find out about that guy?” I asked as I bit into one of the chicken tenders in my hands. “Well, his name is Richard and his friend over there is Chris. I invited them to come and sit by us, but they’ll only come over if you give the okay.”
“Oh my God, Vicky..”
“Trust me! I think I might know the reason why he looks familiar to you..” She spoke. “Why?” I asked. “Because..” She leaned in, as if almost whispering. “He’s in a band..” I stayed quiet, not really understanding why she told me that. “Okay.. and?” She sighed and kept going. “Okay, let me make it easier for you. The reason why they look familiar, is because you’ve been listening to their music lately... Joel is in that same band.” She said as it finally clicked.
“Oh my – “
“Exactly! So, now my question is.. do you wanna get a chance to talk to some friends of his and get to know a little about them? Maybe get a little insight to how Joel is when he’s busy with his band.” I looked over at the two guys waiting for an answer. “I… I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” I slowly nodded, indicating that it was okay for them to come closer to us. They grabbed their trays and made their way on over, setting down their food.
“Hola.” They greeted us as we greeted them back.
“Uh I’m Richard.”
“I’m Chris.”
“I’m Victoria.”
“And I’m (Y/N).” They smiled as Richard cleared his throat. “I hope we’re not intruding. I know this is probably a bit weird.”
“Oh no don’t worry about it. (Y/N) here has just been dying to talk to you.” She nudged my shoulder as I gave her a look. “Really? Are you a fan?” He asked. “Um.. something like that.” I smiled. “I actually know a friend of yours. Well, one of your bandmates.” Chris looked like he wanted to ask me something, but stayed quiet. “Oh, really? That’s awesome!” Richard said. “Who is he?”
“Joel Pimentel.”
“I knew it.” Chris mumbled and smiled as I looked at him. “You know her too?” Richard asked. “N – No it’s just uh Joel has mentioned her to me before. I heard her name being called and I just.. I had a feeling, but I wasn’t sure until now.”
“All good things I hope.” I chuckled as he nodded. “Trust me, all good things.” He laughed. “It’s great to finally meet you in person.”
“I’m happy I’m finally meeting you too! I thought I was gonna meet you guys at the cookout, if I’m being honest.” I smiled. “You guys coming?” He asked. “Yeah, Joel told me about it last time we were together.”
“How did you guys meet, if you don’t mind me asking?” Richard asked as I thought back to that night. “Uh haha we actually met at a party a little while back. I was actually with Victoria.” I mentioned over to my friends as she smiled. “He came up to me out of the blue, we talked for a while and at the end of the night he asked me for my number.”
“He made the first move?” Chris asked as I laughed. “He did!”
“What’s crazy is the fact that I heard a few guys from a boyband were at that same party that night, but who would’ve guessed it would be you guys. She happened to run into Joel and here we are.” Victoria smiled. “Wait uh ha rewind real quick. How long ago was this?” Richard asked. “It was a couple months ago. It was at a nightclub around the area.”
“Please refresh my memory.” He chuckled. “Which club was that?”
“It was at Late Bar. There was a party there and we ended up meeting each other. We shared a couple drinks until this one..” I mentioned over to my friend, laughing. “Pulled us away.”
Richard’s demeanor changed for a second before nodding his head. “Wow that’s uh.. haha that’s crazy.” He smiled as Chris laughed. “Dude, what are the odds? Hey, I’m happy for you guys.” He smiled.
After Victoria’s and Christopher’s constant flirting and me getting to know more about their band through Richard, they had to leave. We threw our garbage away and all walked outside together. “Hey, I’ll see you guys again in a few days, yeah?” Chris asked as we nodded. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
I noticed Chris send Victoria a wink before walking to his car, Richard following behind after saying goodbye. Me and Vicky walked to her car, got inside and sighed. “I think he likes me.” She blushed as she started the ignition.
“Of course he does. Look at you! You’re hotter than any day in July.” I laughed as she drove out of the parking lot. Seeing Richard and Chris made me super excited to meet the rest of Joel’s bandmates. I can’t wait for this cookout coming up!
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Joel’s P.O.V.
I sat on the couch with my phone in my hands scrolling through Twitter, Richard sat on one of the kitchen chairs while the others went to go and buy some things we needed for the campfire. It’s been almost half an hour and Richard hasn’t said a single word to me. Actually, I’ve noticed that behavior for the past couple of days. I wonder what’s got him so upset? I actually invited Johann over so we could go out later on today. He’s supposed to be arriving any minute, I think.
“Hey, Richard..” I tried to start up a conversation. “How have you been lately?”
“Fine.” I waited a few moments to see if he would give me more than just a one word answer.
Nothing.
“It’s just uh..” I cleared my throat. “I don’t know. I feel like things are weird between us and I just wanna know if you’re alright.”
“I said I’m fine.”
I sighed and scratched the back of my neck. “Okay…”
Silence…
“Did I… did I do something?” He stood up and looked over at me, slowly walking my way. “I don’t know, Joel. Did you do something? Something you weren’t supposed to do?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. Richard can be a bit of a hothead sometimes, but this looks different. “You know, I didn’t actually think you’d go through with it. I forgot about that night until the other day.” He spoke. “I’m just hoping I’m wrong. Tell me I’m wrong, Joel.”
“Wrong about what?” Where the hell is he going with this? What did I do? He looks so disappointed… what happened? “Chris and I went to go get a bite to eat a couple days ago.” He started. “While we were there, we ran into someone who knows you.”
“Who?” I asked, almost afraid of his answer. He paused until he stood right in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest. “…Wanna tell me about (Y/N)?” I went silent for a second.
He knows…
“Joel, answer me.”
“Um.. h – how did you found out about her? Did Christopher tell you?”
“Chris knows about this?” His tone was a bit louder. “No! No he doesn’t! All he knows is that I’ve been seeing someone. He doesn’t know much about her.”
“So now you’re lying to him too?”
“No! I – I didn’t mean – ”
“Joel, what did you do?!”
“I messed up!” I exclaimed and covered my face with my hands. “I messed up, Richard. I should’ve listened to you and now I’m stuck with this big secret and this guilt that I started this all off on bad intentions.” I sniffled and sighed. “Yes, I wanted to be with Emilia so much in the beginning. I was even willing to play with another girls feelings to do so..” He stayed silent.
“I never thought (Y/N) would become so important to me in the end. I didn’t intend for me to fall for her… but Richard, I did.” He raised his eyebrow at me. “I found out what an amazing person she is and being with her… she makes it easy. Like I feel like I don’t have to try so hard to keep a conversation going. We can talk hours and hours and still have something to talk about.”
Silence filled the air as I tried to gather my thoughts in order as I came clean to him. “Richard, I don’t want to lose her. What we have is amazing – ”
“Except for the fact that it all started off on the wrong foot.” He said, his arms still crossed over his chest. “But I – ”
“Nu – uh – uh.. you already said all that you needed to. Now it’s my turn.” I slowly nodded my head as I let him say what he needed to say. “Joel, you’re like a brother to me. All of you guys are like my brothers and I love y’all. But this Joel… that was all on you. I gave you my advice, tried to direct you to another path and still… you managed to look me in the eye and lie. You’re not only hurting her, you’re hurting those around you who know about her. Imagine how Chris is gonna feel when he finds out about this! He was rooting for you, man!”
He took a second to pause and then continued. “It makes sense now. Why you never wanted to tell us who you were constantly talking to on the phone, why you and Chris seem to be talking more in private for a while now.. which I never thought that was a huge big deal until now. And… it makes sense why he got so excited when he learned that girl we met a few days ago was the one you’ve been telling him about for weeks now.”
I sighed and bowed my head. “You need to come clean.”
“I know. I’m trying – ”
“Not just to me.” I nodded. “I’ve wanted to say something once I realized it started getting serious but I just.. I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” I sighed. “I’m worse than her ex…”
“Joel, I care about you. So I’m gonna tell you this because I love you, man..” He looks serious.
“You either break it off.. or.. you come clean to her.”
“But… I’m gonna lose her either ways..” I looked up at him as he shrugged his shoulders. “These are the consequences Joel. It’s better she hears it from you and not somebody else.” It felt as if reality hit me like a brick.
I can actually lose her…
He walked back to the kitchen and sat back down on one of the chairs. “Do the right thing, hermano. Please, do you guys a favor and just tell her.” It stayed silent in the apartment we were at. What have I done? Why did I do this?
I grabbed my keys and walked towards the door, opening it to only find Johann on one knee right in front. “Uh..” I cleared my throat. “When did you get here?” I asked. “I didn’t hear you knock on the door.”
“Oh! Uh I.. haha I just got here, actually. I was.. tying my shoelace and was about to knock when I got back up before you opened the door so.. here I am.” He smiled as I walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind me. I looked down at his phone and noticed it was on camera mode.
“Are you.. vlogging today or something?” I asked. “Huh? Oh! Yeah! I am! Just wanted to post something up on my YouTube channel and what better content than going out with..” He held up his phone so it was on the two of us as he hit record. “Joel Pimentel!” He exclaimed as I slowly waved to the camera. “Hola.”
He started talking to the camera as he spoke about what we were planning on doing today while my thoughts were not as happy as they were a few days ago.
I’m in big trouble.
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letters to you (pt. 1)
KIM TAEHYUNG (V) X READER Type | Genre: slice of life au | fluff/angst Word Count: 2410 A/N: I’m trying to keep the timeline as accurate as possible. It’s obviously been many years since their debut/predebut, and I’m not like a bts superfan or anything, so please ignore any discrepancies :)
-- 01/2013
Teeth chattering, I groggily forced myself out of bed. My dearly beloved, yet increasingly annoying, mother was shouting out my name like it was the only word in her vocabulary. "Y/N-ah! Y/N-ah! Y/N-ah!" She urged me to hurry, and I did not understand what could possibly be so important that she wake me up at seven in the morning on a Saturday. The blankets around my body were weighing me down as I trudged down the creaky steps to see what the commotion was about.
At her first glimpse of me, my mom motioned for me to come along faster. "Auntie Kim's son is here," she explained briefly. "Did you really not have time to make yourself a little more presentable?" That second line was hushed, the chiding meant only for my ears.
"It's freezing," I retorted gruffly, voice still hinting at lack of sleep.
But I had to admit I was interested. Auntie Kim's son was the talk of the town -- well, she was the one doing most of the talking. She was always so excited about telling the neighbors about his latest accomplishment: how he had passed the auditions for some company I couldn't remember the name of (it wasn't SM or YG), and then how he was working with this famous choreographer (not like anyone really knows choreographers' names off the top of their head), and of course about his up and coming debut (which was supposed to be very soon yet the date was unknown because it was some huge secret or some nonsense).
So you have to understand the disappointment I felt when I saw this regular ol' boy standing in my living room. Yeah, he was a little taller than most of the guys I knew, but I had expected him to blow me away with his presence... or at least have some muscles.
"This is Taehyung," my mom introduced.
I bowed my head slightly before giving my own name.
"Hey."
His voice made my chest rumble. It was deep and strangely velvety. It would have been a lie if I said it didn't make me smile. I watched as he popped another pre-cut slice of an orange in his wide mouth. He had this unabashed way of looking straight into my eyes as he answered my mother's curious questions, and I found it hard to meet his gaze. His eyebrow was raised a little too high, giving him this real cocky look. Maybe the idea of stardom had already gotten to his head.
"Taehyung won't be here for very long..."
It was already so obvious that my mother was going to urge me to do something I did not want to do.
"And it's your winter break, so you should have some time. Why don't you show him around?"
"He's from here," I reminded. "He probably knows this place better than I do." I had only moved here about a year ago, whereas Taehyung had spent well over a decade here.
"Then I guess I can show you around," he unexpectedly butted in, shining a 100-watt smile to my easily swayed mother. She beamed right back in delight.
So after changing into some real clothes and promising to be back for lunch, we began our tour of town. "It's fucking freezing," I muttered, breath visible in the frosty air. It had snowed the night before, and all we could see in front of us was a blanket of white.
Taehyung chuckled. "I take it you're not a morning person." He tugged on the sleeve of my coat. "Let's go."
I didn't ask where he was taking me, more preoccupied with eluding the patches of ice that were scattered dangerously along the road.
He didn't take me far. ... Or anywhere impressive.
I stared at his house in disappointment. "You brought me here?"
"Like you said, it's fucking freezing." His lips curled into a huge, cheeky grin as his icy fingers fumbled with the keys to unlock the door. His fingers were long and so goddamn beautiful.
He let me inside first, surprisingly gentleman-like, and his eyebrow raised in curiosity as I plopped down onto the couch comfortably. "I'm here more often than you are now," I explained. This place was like my second home.
A small, throaty chuckle escaped his lips. "Makes sense."
I could almost feel the heat radiating off his shoulder as he laid back besides me and turned on the television to some random cartoon. From this angle and distance, I could see how tall his nose was, how perfect his skin was.
"Take a picture. It lasts longer."
A hot blush crept up my cheeks. I mumbled a lame apology.
"I'll even sign it. It might be worth a fortune in the future." He winked cockily.
I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Yeah, okay."
It was weird how I had sort of expected him to be there the next morning. And he didn't disappoint.
"The blankets again," he commented amusedly. He was sitting at the kitchen table, eating some fruit my mother had prepared for him.
"My heating pad broke. And it's fu--"
"--king freezing," we finished simultaneously.
"Language," my mother warned, reminding me of her presence.
I smiled sheepishly and was pleased to see he was doing the same. I took a seat across from him, making sure the layers were still tightly wrapped around my figure. I shuddered as I let one arm out into the cold air to grab the chopsticks.
He laughed. "You look like a fat turtle."
I glared as I silently stole a piece of pear from his plate.
"Don't worry. It's cute."
I could feel the blush threatening to flood my cheeks, so I quickly got up to grab a drink from the refrigerator. I could feel his eyes on me as I shakily poured the orange juice into my glass. I didn't know why I was feeling so nervous around him. I was practically a grown woman with 18 years of life experience, including dating some boys here and there. Well actually just two -- nothing serious, but it was enough so I wasn't so easily rattled by the flirting and the teasing.
... But Taehyung still somehow rattled me.
It was in the middle of the third day with Taehyung that I found out he'd be leaving Wednesday evening.
"Two more days," he mumbled, leaning back into the cold wooden back of the bench. "And back to the grind."
"Do you like it there?" I asked, staring out into the fields with him. "Or do you like it here?"
He smiled and chuckled, always in that throaty way that I had grown somewhat fond of. "Seoul has more things to do, I guess... Not that I have any time to do them..." He let out a deep breath, almost like a sigh. "It's definitely not as exciting as when I first got there. But I still like it."
Then his gaze sharply turned to me, and I almost choked, my heart jumping to my throat. "But it's nice here too. Just relaxing like this, like we're doing now. Wouldn't mind staying a bit longer, really." His eyes turned into pretty little crescents as he smiled. "It's nice right?"
I nodded to answer his question and let out a long exhale myself. "So when do you think you'll be back here again?"
"Why? Miss me already?"
I rolled my eyes and gave him a square punch to his arm. "You're right next to me, you egotistical weirdo."
His laugh brought out my own, and we sat there together in simple happiness for a little longer until the cold seeped through our bones.
I took him to see my high school later that evening, just as the sun was setting. He had only attended for a year before leaving Daegu and for some reason wanted to visit again.
"It's not locked," he said in surprise.
"We still study throughout the break," I explained. College was really the only way country kids like us escaped this tiny town. Unless you were Kim Taehyung, that is.
"But you're not studying."
I smiled sheepishly. I had fallen a few days behind thanks to him, but I didn't tell him in fear he would stop hanging out with me. After all, he was only going to be here for two more days. "I'm a genius," I joked. "I don't need to study."
He let out a sarcastic 'har har' before pulling me inside the building. His gloved hand was tightly holding mine, and I wished I could feel his palm directly against mine instead. Who cared if it was fucking freezing?
"You're going to get diabetes," I said to Taehyung as I watched him spoon five heapings of sugar into his coffee. "That's not even coffee with sugar. It's sugar mixed with a little bit of coffee."
"And when I do, you can help me prick my finger every morning to measure my blood sugar."
The thought of seeing him every morning for the rest of my life was oddly romantic.
I watched him swirl the little spoon in his mug, and I could hear the little granules of undissolved sugar skidding along the walls of the cup. "I swear, Taehyung. You've supersaturated it."
"Don't use biology terms with me."
"It's chemistry."
"Whatever, nerd." He casually dismissed me with a wave of his hand.
"I'm not a nerd. I'm a genius, remember?"
He couldn't hold back his grin, and he tried to hide it by bringing the mug to his lips. "Yeah, okay."
It was much warmer that day, and he drove me in his mom's car to a nearby lookout area a few miles away. The winter air was refreshing rather than biting, and we drove up the mountain with the windows rolled down. My hair was a mess by the time we got to the top, and after Taehyung was done making fun of me for it, he helped me sort out my strands. His pretty fingers laced through my hair and made me shiver.
"Cold?" He asked.
I shook my head. I couldn't tell him that he was the one who made chills run down my spine with such a simple gesture. I got more goosebumps as I felt his large hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the edge of the cliff.
"It's no Seoul skyline, but it has it's charm." He plopped down lazily on the gravel and patted the spot besides him. "Sit."
The ground was cold, but I didn't care. I planted my butt down and took in the view. Our humble town looked somewhat barren, but in a beautiful way. Patches of snow covered the fields here and there, and the cars looked like bursts of colors. The prettiest part was the mountains that loomed behind, kind of hazy and navy. I took a picture with my phone, but it really didn't do it justice.
"Take a picture of us," Taehyung suggsted casually. He took the device from my hands, and I was all too aware of how our fingers momentarily brushed against each other. His long arm was extended, ready to snap a photo. "Get in closer," he scolded and pulled my far shoulder in with his free hand.
My cheeks were redder than they should have been, and now there was solid evidence of it.
"You've been spending a lot of time with Taehyung." My mom liked to be vocal about how she observant she was of my life. "Are you keeping up with your studies? I bet all your classmates are studying really hard."
"Well he's leaving tonight," I mumbled, trying not to let the depressing thought affect my mood too much. "I'll hit the library after he's gone."
So after getting lengthily scolded for skipping out on my studies, I had Taehyung meet me at my high school.
I was sitting in an empty classroom skimming my English textbook when I heard the door slide open. His lanky figure strode in confidently. "What's up, nerd? I thought you didn't study."
I gave him a mocking glare. "Can't wait 'til you're gone." I was lying through my teeth.
"Hah, yeah right. You're gonna miss me, right?"
I couldn't possibly answer yes when he had that cocky smirk plastered on his face. I simply rolled my eyes and let him take the seat besides mine.
He strummed his fingers against the desk boredly. "Come on; you can do that later. I'm leaving in a few hours."
He didn't have to remind me. The clock did that with every damn tick.
It didn't take much effort for him to convince me to ditch my books. All he really had to do was tug on my sleeve a few times and off I went, following him down the hallway and out the door. It was almost pathetic how the sound of his delighted laughter made it so easy for me to forget all my responsibilities. That fucking laughter and that beautiful fucking grin.
He was beaming at me now as he dragged me back to his place, where we had to sneak past his mother so she wouldn't tattle on me.
There was nothing much to do in his room besides opening up his laptop and stream a movie or listen to some music and talk. He grinned. "If it's an American movie, that's sort of like studying English, right?"
Couldn't beat that logic.
"Didn't know you were such a crybaby," he teased, as the end credits for Titanic began to roll.
"Shut up, Taehyung," I snapped through my sniffles.
"It's stupid. I don't get why he had to let go, honestly," he huffed. "There was plenty of room on that wooden board for both of them to get on. She was rescued like a few minutes later."
"You're ruining the romance."
He gave a playful shrug. "It's not really romantic. I'd be pretty fucking pissed if some chick -- who supposedly loved me -- just let me drown." He paused to turn and look directly at me. "You're not supposed to let go of someone you love that easily, you know."
My heart had never felt so weak in my life. I swallowed hard and managed a small nod.
It was only five days into knowing Taehyung, and he somehow managed to wreck me so easily.
I should have taken that as a warning.
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Mosh pit.
Hello, love bugs!
Phil X Reader
Warnings- swears,
Request: Y/N is at a concert when they suddenly collapse and are getting crushed in the pit, but Phil comes and carries them backstage trying to help them then Y/N tells Phil that they live 7-8 hours away so they have to stay in the flat with them? I’ll let you choose the ending😏 ~Sincerely, An EmoTrashCan.💜
You didn't even want to go to this stupid concert. There would be a million people all around you stomping on your feet and invading your person space. Fuck people. You had to go. You promised your friend that you would go for her birthday. You should have gotten her tickets to a museum of something else not related to a ton of hot jumping people.
“Hurry Y/N, I want to go close to the stage.”
“ I’m coming, Gosh this band isn’t even a rock band who would have a mosh pit.”
“It doesn’t matter grumpy. Maybe if we were lucky the main singer will touch our hands.”
“Listen, I'm honestly so glad that you’re excited about your birthday present but I just don't think I can be as jazzed as you. This being said, I'm being supportive and I'm going to try and enjoy myself.
The concert didn’t start to seem so bad until the herds of people that started to crowd around yourself and your friend.You wouldn’t say that crowds bother you but having no real room to move around or even hear your own thoughts. Thankfully the show started and you had something to distract you. The music was pretty good. It was so loud but at least you knew a few songs. After the first few songs, everyone started to become somewhat rowdy and start to push people around to get closer to the front. This wasn’t your first mosh pit you had been in but something wasn't sitting right in the pit of your stomach. You had tried your hardest to stay near your friend but it she was much more focused on the music so she wasn’t as concerned about staying at least an arm’s length away. After a few more songs that you couldn't fully enjoy because you were so concentrated on making sure you could see your friend you were suddenly caught up in a full-on mosh pit. Before you even knew it you were pushed down to the ground. You had blacked out from hitting your head on the gross sticky floor. Thankfully you weren’t on the ground for very long before you felt arms around you pulling you up and away from the people who couldn’t care less if they stepped on a girl. To them, you were probably just a drunk girl who took it literally when someone says let the bodies hit the floor.
“What’s your name love?” A soft voice came from your saviour who was brushing your hair away from your face.
You smile at the new face.“Y/N.” unfortunately your smile left your face fairly quickly as it was replaced with pain.
The adrenaline was gone and was replaced with the pain of being trampled on. “Listen not that I’m not enjoying being held in your arms. I’m not exactly enjoying being on this gross sticky floor.” Phil understood and helped you up to your feet. This was a bit of a struggle as your right ankle was definitely sprained. Once you and Phil had reached the front doors you could finally sit on a bench and see the damage.
“Well, the good news is that we won’t have to amputate. The bad news is that you seem to have a bunch of bruises and a sprained ankle.” Phil was helping you look at the damage in the brighter light now near the t-shirt tent.
“Well, I’m glad I don’t have to get a new leg. Could you look above my ear? I hope it’s just sticky floor gunk and not blood. ” you turned your head to the right to have Phil have a better look.
"Your hair kinda looks like it was stuck to the cinema ground for a while. Other then that no blood. Listen can I get you a cab or something. I have no problem paying.“
"I could never take your money. Besides, I don’t live in London. I brought my friend here for the concert. We were going to drive my car back home after the concert. I’m sure I can drive.” With that, you tried to stand but failed instantly. Thanks for nothing ankle.
"Absolutely not. I can’t in good faith let you drive home. You and your friend are going to stay the night at my flat. You’re going to have a shower to get unsticky. Then you will rest and hopefully, your ankle will feel better in the morning.“ You couldn’t argue. He was being so kind. You and Phil had found your car in the parking lot and decided to wait fro your friend. You didn’t text her about what happened because you knew she would instantly come out of the concert and freak.
“So not that you saw much of the concert what did you think?” Phil was looking to you as if he genuinely cared about your answer. He was such a precious guy.
“I actually don’t really like the band all that much, it was more of a gift for my friend.” Then it hit you like a ton of bricks. “ Oh my god I am complete and udder ass hat. You come to this concert and your missing it for me. Please go back in. Fuck this is embarrassing.” Phil laughed at your outbreak. It seemed odd to you that he would laugh when you felt so terrible.
“Oh i don’t like that band. I was given free tickets and i figured it might be a fun thing to do alone. so many people are afraid to do things alone so i make a point once a month to go and try new things alone. tonight was this concert that i really wasn’t enjoying. You are kinda my excuse not to go back in.” You both smiled at his response. You instantly felt way let guilty leading his from the concert.
“Well if your not into this music what do you like?” The both of you spent the next hour talking about your likes and dislikes. This included music, food, weird people always being attracted to the both of you. Phil decided that this must be the sign that two weirdo magnets attracted each other was meant to be. Just as you were about to talk about what the two of you do for a living your phone buzzed with your friends face. She was calling wondering where the hell you went. Once you told her to meet you at the car you told her the whole story about what happened and how Phil was the saviour. She had told you that she met an old fling at the concert and that she wanted to go home with him. You made sure she was safe before she took off with this new old fling. Phil jumped into the driver’s seat before setting off towards his apartment. As the two of you pulled up you realised how creepy it is that you let a guy drive you to his place and you are really unable to run away.
“Is it weird that I’m about to go into a strangers house?” You words slipped out before you could keep them in your brain. Phil looked at you and smiled, he never even thought about this being weird or anything bad happening.
“What if I promise that I am not some psycho murderer who eats faces. I can pinky promise if it means that much to you.” How could you not trust him even if he was a bad guy? “Plus my roommate is home and I would never kill you when he’s home” You felt a little bit better but still cautious as Phil helped you up the flights of stairs. He apologised almost every second step saying that he didn’t think of you having a busted up ankle and stairs being a problem. You pushed through leaning on him for support as the two of you finally reached his front door. Once inside you could hear the faint sounds of a TV in the background. Phil smiled and called out to his roommate.
“Dan! I hope your decent as I have a guest over.” He smiled at you making you feel silly for ever thinking he was some kind of freak. there are genuinely nice people in the world and Phil seemed to be one of them. Just as your thoughts wondered you saw a new face standing at the top of the landing. “y/n, home town this is my roommate Dan Howell. Dan this is y/n unknown last name. I met her at the concert as she was trampled on the ground. I couldn’t leave her with a sprained ankle and all sticky to drive a couple of hours back home so i’m making her stay and take a warm shower and wait for her friend to come back in the morning from spending an evening with an ex.” Dan simply nodded his head as if this was a normal thing that happens in there lives. Phil continued to guide you to hid room where he set to work. soon he had a fluffy towel beside you on his bed with an old shirt for you to wear. You didn’t need much convincing to take a warm shower to rid yourself of god knows what from the floor that has attached itself to your body.
Once situated you crawled into the warm water of the shower enjoying the fresh water washing off the grossness. You did have a delema on what body wash to pick as both of them were sented like a man so you decided to go with the best smelling one. After the shower you stood in your towel facing the giant mirror. You looked much better then before but your mascara had started to make you look a bit like a raccoon. After rubbing the bottom of your eyes with the dampish towel you decided to put on the clothes that Phil had given you. You felt soft and warm in the shirt but there was no way that his shorts were going to work. You put them on just to make it back up to his room where you found him finishing the last bit of changing his bed sheets. You knocked on the door to make sure he wouldn’t jump from you entering. He smiled when he saw you waving for you to come over to him.
“So I just changed all of my bedding so you could sleep here. I will sleep on the futon.” This immediately made you cross your arms. This wasn’t going to be a battle he won.
“I am most defiantly not sleeping in your bed. I will go sleep on the couch. You have been way to nice to me already and the last thing that I’m going to do is sleep in your bed without you.” You pause rethinking what you just said. “I didn’t mean i want to sleep with you in your bed. I was trying to say that this is your bed and I will not sleep in it. Not that i wouldn’t sleep with you.” Absolute word vomit. Your face was turning red from embarrassment. Thankfully Phil just laughed at your awkwardness.
“I know what you meant. I honestly don’t want to argure with you which is why i already put my other bedding in the office so you can’t disagree anymore.” Phil smiled down at you before a frown replaced it’s place. He quickly moved to his drawers where he pulled out a pair of boxers with snow flakes on them. “There clean i promise. Use these as pj bottoms if you want.”
“You’re to sweet you may give me a cavity Phil Lester.” You took the boxers then pulled Phil into a tight hug. “Who knew a stranger at a concert could be so kind. Thank you so much.” It was Phil’s turn to turn red.
“No problem, Have sweet dreams y/n.” With that Phil placed a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving the room and closing the door.
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