#it is currently six am i have not slept. At all. grin emoji

[youracecard]

yeah @spotaus

just a simple question.. i just need 2 know.. for a friend..

fall for my trickery !!

inspired by @owl-bones and @antlered-prince fae au ive been really interested in it lately and yeah

[excelsi-or]

25/11/24 - 8 count (woozi)

w.c. 1.1k (fluuuuuuufffffffff)

A/N: I was planning to post this over the weekend and then wound up going away for the weekend. SO here we are :) 

BIPOC recommendation: Watch Hamilton on Disney+. It has a beautiful BIPOC cast. The music is wonderful. It’s BIPOC people telling a founding father’s story. It has a spot in my heart now. Bring your tissues and snacks. You’ll need both :D

November 12, 2024

November 25, 2024

There’s a new person at Seungkwan and Hansol’s dinner table, a Lee Seokmin. Hansol met him at the studio, both of them working with Seungcheol and Wonwoo. He blends well and varies from over exuberant to mellow, talking to her about a debut on the horizon.

They’re one man down due to Jihoon’s absence. She wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t there. Until Mingyu had said they’d invited him. “But you know hyung, music first.”

The group winds up playing games and talking until 2 AM. Seungkwan insists she spend the night.

While everyone is saying their goodbyes, her phone rings.

“Jihoon?”

The man’s initial greeting is a yawn. “Are you home?”

“Currently, no.”

“Oh.”

“Why? What’s up?”

“I was wondering if I could crash at your place tonight, but that’s okay. I’ll—”

“You still have a key, don’t you?”

Jihoon’s quiet for a moment. “I mean, yes, but…” He clears his throat.

She turns away from the chaos that is all the boys saying bye. “I’m at Seungkwan and Hansol’s. I’ll be home in a bit.” She gets off the couch and moves to the door to slip into her shoes, quickly realizing she can’t knot them. She taps Hansol’s shoulder to tie them for her. Her best friend does it without thinking until she’s about to hug him.

“I thought you were staying over.” Hansol’s voice quiets when he notices she’s on the phone.

Seungkwan, standing in the hall and waving goodbye, looks over at her. “You are. It’s late.”

“I should go home.”

The three of them exchange looks. Her best friends know her well. They know who’s on the phone.

“Is he coming over?” Seungkwan whispers.

She hugs Hansol and pokes Seungkwan’s forehead before hugging him too. “I’m on my way,” she tells Jihoon.

“I just left the company. I’ll see you.”

She hurries down the hallway to catch up with the others. She nudges Mingyu once they’re piled in the elevator. “Do you guys mind walking me home?”

Wonwoo nods while Mingyu slings his arms around her shoulders. “Of course, noona. We’ll protect you.”

Seokmin perks up at this as he’d been discussing with Soonyoung about where they lived so they could meet up. “Where do you live, noona?”

She rattles off her address. When Seokmin draws a blank, she explains the relative location with some known landmarks. Seokmin nods excitedly. “I live around there! I can walk you home.”

Mingyu and Wonwoo glance at her and she shrugs with a smile. “Sure. That’d be great.”

Mingyu (2:26)

So THAT’S why you went home.

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Attached in Mingyu’s test message are a few screenshots of a group chat she isn’t a part of. From the looks of it, Jihoon isn’t either. Seungkwan has sent sly eyes and house emojis, which all the boys seem to understand. They all send exclamations of various excitement, Wonwoo excluded, who says it’s just more convenient for Jihoon to go to hers rather than come all the way home.

She doesn’t bother to respond to Mingyu as she chatters with Seokmin. He’s a never-ending bowl of topics, moving quickly through different ones. She finds herself laughing through most of their walk to her apartment.

When she motions towards her place, Seokmin holds his arms open in a hug. She has to oblige him; he’s too sweet.

“Thanks for walking me home.”

“Sure, noona. See you around. Goodnight.”

She smiles up at him. “Goodnight.”

When Seokmin offers a face splitting grin, she can’t help but ruffle his hair. Before Seokmin can get upset about her messing up his hair, she skips up her steps, forgoing the elevator to book it up the stairs. Her nerves are starting to get the better of her. She doesn’t know why. This isn’t the first time that Jihoon has slept over because of a late night at the studio. 

When she stands at the end of her hallway, she takes a couple steading breaths. Jihoon’s probably already gone to bed. He said he would give her time and Jihoon’s never been the initiating type.

“He’s sleeping already,” she chants to herself as she walks towards the door.

When she lets herself in, she can see a light on in the living room. Sure enough, Lee Jihoon is not asleep. He’s got a notebook open in his lap, his feet propped up on her coffee table, his pen scratching something into paper. However, her presence takes his attention away in an instant.

“You waited up,” she states.

Jihoon nods. He closes his notebook and she steps over his legs to sit next to him.  “Yeah. Wanted to make sure you got home safe. Did Gyu and Wonwoo walk you home?”

She leans the side of her head against the couch and shakes her head twice. “No, Hansol’s friend walked me home.”

“Hansol’s friend?”

“Yeah, the one we were supposed to meet at dinner tonight? I heard you were invited. Seokmin. He’s really nice.”

“Oh.”

She smiles sleepily. “Yeah. You would like him, I think.”

“Would I?”

There’s a flat tone in Jihoon’s voice. When she focuses on him, she finds he’s staring at her already. “What?”

Jihoon doesn’t respond. He’s right. She already knows what.

“He offered,” she mumbles.

Before she can react, Jihoon’s closed the distance between them. His lips press gently against hers. There’s no force behind his kiss. He brushes his lips against hers, waiting for her to make a move. 

It happens in a slow count of eight.

One. She pushes against him, her right hand finding the empty space between his hip and the couch.

Two. His hand tentatively glides along her hip until it reaches her lower back, allowing her to move closer.

Three. She moves to a knee so she can swing her other leg over him.

Four. His free hand finds the nape of her neck, his fingers tangling with the strands of hair there to bring her closer.

Five. His hand still on her back guides her down to his lap to straddle him.

Six. Her hands cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing his skin, warm underneath her touch.

Seven. His tongue teases her lips, and with no effort, slips inside.

Eight. Her forehead falls to his, pulling their lips apart, just barely. His breath is hot against her skin, fanning across her skin as they catch their breath.

“Lee Jihoon, what the fuck was that?” she breathes.

Jihoon catches the side of her mouth, aiming more for her cheek than her lips.

She shakes her head, her hands still on his face. “Don’t be gentle with me now, Jihoon.”

She feels the man shiver beneath her before she catches his lips with hers again, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. When she feels Jihoon’s soft moan in her mouth, she can’t help but grin.

Next: November 26, 2024

[smartchicken]

Hi I show up every time you post which is haha, so funny, but I just wanna know if you've figured out that I'm a desperate bitch yet and if not, I'm a desperate bitch and I like your stuff. You're cool (also what're your thoughts on a road trip AU featuring young!Tony with a lot of trauma under his belt alongside honourably discharged Bucky who's forgotten how to live but they meet in the middle and it becomes a little easier to breathe)

-chokes-Oh manFirst off, i really would like to encourage people to just randomly describe themselves in my inbox.SECOND this is the first time I've replied to an ask with the mobile app and i don't understand why it's not automatically double spaced, it's really fucking with me, but I'm about as likely to do something about it as i am to tell my phone to auto-capitalize "i". I just Don't CareTHIRDLYROADTRIPokay first off I've had a very few good roadtrips and only one was "Long" (~18 hours) BUT i have great stories from those and now i am picturing not only a young Tony maybe on the run or just trying not to be home, and poor Bucky who got an honorable discharge but got fucked over because that's the American way, but all the avengers because the best roadtrip is when there's two cars and by about halfway through you're straight up enemiesSo like, car 1: Rhodey, Nat, Pepper, Bucky, and Tony. Car 2: Steve, Clint, Phil, and Sam. Because those are who i currently feel like giving a fuck about. Car 1 starts with a disadvantage because 5 people in one car always sucks but like, ride or die bitchesSo I'm sort of imagining this as BlackPepper combining their friendgroups in a fucking into the fire way like sink or swim love each other or else. Because it's that or awkward lunches for six months and they clearly don't have the time for that. I assume there is plotting going on because we all know it plotting redheads, but they probably lost control of the situation at one point because roadtripLike I'm imagining a college au so get in that mindset. I feel like Pepper immediately put her foot down about Tony, who's the only teenager there even though he acts like an old man. Pepper is just like okay Tony HAS to be with me or Rhodey at all times or I'll fuck everyone up Nat i stg i will kill your friends to death if they look strongly at my precious baby and Nat looks a this stubborn little asshole who is at once fearless and terrified and she's like, fair enoughBut Bucky, right? I know I'm a Tony fangirl but I'm not forgetting about Bucky. Cause Bucky went into the army at 18 and he came back three years later a different person. Steve didn't go with because a) he's a twiggy artist and b) Sarah would have murdered him after she destroyed the entire us military tbh. Bucky's a freshman, the only one in the group even though he's older than most of them. He's been back for like 6 months now and probably shouldn't even be dealing with college life but he's Bucky and lbr he's not gonna cut himself any slack. But by golly his friends love him and will absolutely fight everyone for him, even himself. So while Pepper's like "protect my son" Nat is like okay let's try to make sure Bucky's with Steve because they're kinda codependent but we're letting that happen for now because we have bigger fish to fry, but on the dl because currently Bucky won't admit to any issues under penalty of death.So day of the roadtrip. I dunno where they're going probably tourist shit they're just like get in the car we'll head for such and such and go from there. My only frame of reference here is Florida so I'm picturing them having to drive at least five hours before they have any reason to stop.Oh! Yes so first stop is gonna be a spring or river or some sort of water shitSoGetting ready to go is Hell they have to fit enough shit for nine people into two regular sized trunks. So they've gotta clean literally everything but the spare tire outta those("Fuck it, leave the tire," Clint suggests. He's packed all of a backpack and, incomprehensibly, his bow with three arrows and he's absolutely going to reek in about two days and probably didn't bring any shampoo or a toothbrush. It's probably like, a t-shirt, some boxers, and swim trunks. He'll wear the same shorts for a month he doesn't care. "If we get stuck on the side of tree road, I'll feed you to buzzards for sport," Pepper says pleasantly. She knows him a little better than most of Nat's friends because her and Clint half live together. They get along fine but Pepper progressed to threats much quicker than Clint is comfortable with. He thought about telling her it was hot but decided he liked his balls intact. "Just shove over the duffle," Bucky said. Tony's being quiet but he's got a toolkit packed in case anything goes wrong; there'll be no stuck-on-the-roadside on his watch. )So they get the trunks sorted and there's a couple bags in the backseats but it's good enough. Then Phil shows up (when did he leave???) and stuffs some blankets and pillows into both cars. "My family likes roadtrips," he says. His eyes are dead. Phil is not including himself in his family here. Phil tried to beg off but Pepper couldn't get Happy and Nat couldn't get Scott etc etc for various missing people and Phil agrees to come because, ultimately, these socially-challenged morons need a voice of reason and that's not Pepper or Nat OR Sam, no matter what they think(The truth is they're all reckless idiots and Phil's no exception but combined they can keep each other safe-ish or at least get in trouble together)((Tony didn't want to come either but more because he doesn't want to get underfoot. But Rhodey and Pepper made the mistake of trusting his "I'm fine" and leaving him alone for a few weeks at school exactly once. Pepper had hugged him and said "Pretty please?" and Tony's no good at turning down requests, especially from his few, beloved friends))(((Nat took a different approach with Bucky, who didn't want to come either. "If you don't come Steve won't come and then you'll have to say at Steve and Sam's wedding that it was delayed all because you skipped out on the best roadtrip ever.""It is going to be awful," Bucky said. Nat gave a particularly Russian shrug. Bucky sighed and gave in. He didn't exactly wanna spend a week in the dorms alone anyway.)))And then they really just wanna get going what the fuck guys it's already evening should we just wait til morning no fucking way shut your mouth we're going n o wPepper and Nat manage to be together, and they manage to pay Tony and Bucky special attention, as intended. But uh. Oops?It's Rhodey driving with Pepperi the passenger seat, mostly out of habit; they've done short road trips a lot at this point and it's always Rhodey driving to start, Pepper up front so Tony can nap in the backBut uhTony's in the middle in the back, with a pillow and a tablet in his lap. He's putting on a good show of being Totally Fine, but he's clearly tense. Bucky's smooshed against the door as much ash can, broadcasting discomfort like a cat in the rain. Nat leans against the door too, trying to be considerate, but Pepper starts texting her urgently( TOUCH HIM!!!!!hes so tense wtfNat I love you trust me and touch him a littleAnd Nat shifts over just a bit, so her legs are against Tony's, and for a second he freezes, and then he finally loses some of that tensionTOUCH STARVED?????? Nat texts Pepper, alarmed for this kid.His dad sucks, is Pepper's take, and Nat scowls and gets comfortable, pointedly touching Tony without pushing into his space.)MEANWHILE Phil is the odd man out but he's driving so it kinda works. Clint's in the passenger seat because Clint is a no good dirty cheater, and also has very stern, specific instructions from Nat. Steve and Sam are the most comfortable of the entire group, and within an hour they've got their feet a little tangled, not cuddling but not-not cuddling, and Steve's dosing a little cause he took a motion sickness thing and it always makes him a little sleepy"So Pepper seems terrifying," Clint says to Phil as an opener. They probably should've hung out at least a little before this because Pepper and Nat are the only things he can think of to talk about (and maybe it's not helping that Phil is weirdly hot and serious and he's seen him smile a couple times and he's trying to figure out how to see it up close but it turns out it's not hard cause right away Phil grins and chuckles a little and Clint thinks he's maybe having a heart attack)"So does Natasha. Or is it just Nat?""Sometimes it's Natalia," Clint says automatically, which isn't very helpful. "Uh. What are you studying?" Which is stupid and cliche but Phil manages to turn it into an actual conversation and in the backseat Sam's texting the whole thing to Bucky, who keeps sending back strings of emojis that aren't always sensible but like, Sam totally gets it. And then Sam gets a text of the top of a head of messy dark brown curls and a string of panicking emojis. There's a suspicious blushing emoji in there though and Sam snickers to himself. Steve wakes up with a little "hm?" which is too cute for words so Sam just passes him the phoneTony started off working on his tablet but he hasn't slept in...a while and he's been stressing about this but now he's in Rhodey's familiar car and Pepper's got classic rock going kinda quiet and Nat snuck her toes under his leg and he fights it for a while, but eventually he slumps over, and he doesn't even notice himself sliding towards the warmth that smells like machine oil and leather. Tony looks small and sweet and quiet and Bucky likes to watch him sometimes, when he can, even though he feels like a creep. It's just that Tony seems so alive in a way that Bucky can't really capture. Like he's so tired but so full of life and fire and maybe that's optimism he's not sure but he thinks it might be. Everyone always seems tired on campus, or young and stupid, or just so unrelatable. And it's not that he can relate to Tony so much as he wishes he could. Like watching the moon in the surface of a lake and being afraid of the ripples. Bucky slowly relaxes, lulled into it by Tony's quiet breathing, and Nat gives him a very obvious thumbs up, with a certain look in her eyes, and he catches Rhodey's eye in the rearview mirror, so he slides down a little, slowand quiet, tucks an arm around Tony and lets himself relax, puts down three phone and stares out the windowThey stop at an all-night walmart when Clint suddenly realizes they don't have SUPPLIESWATER SUPPLIES!!!Bucky and Tony go in, with Clint and Phil, to get Supplies, while everyone else stretches their legs or texts demands for snacks.They grab a bunch of stuff, everything that looks even mildly amusing, Tony sleep-fuzzy and relaxed from it, and in line him and Clint attack each other with pool noodles, earning a few glares from other shoppers, but they're laughing too!much to care. There's not really room in the cars for everything but they make it work and they're all wide awake then, everyone chattering for the last two hours before they realize they should've arrived by now and then Rhodey stops (he was the one leading) and there's dogs barking and they're in a trailer park andPhil calls him just to ask, "What the fuck Rhodes."They all get out their phones and they're yelling directions at Rhodey and they're lucky he loves them because seriously they deserve death at this point. They pull up to the park at 5am when they should've been there at, oh, 1 or so no one's sure how they got so turned around but they made it yaaayAnd then "Fuck," Pepper says. "Tents."And that's where I'm leaving this for now cause I'm tired of typing on mobile but tbh i wanna write a college roadtrip now. I'm just imagining a lot of cuddles at this point everyone gets maximum hugs plz. Also i can't tag this??? So thanks mobile

[onewfantaesy]

By the time Christmas rolled around that year, Taemin was more than fine with his dad dating his history teacher. He did think it was a bit strange, however, that she came with them to drop Taemin off at the airport a few days before Christmas so he could go spend the holiday with his mom.

“Do I have to go?” Taemin muttered as he stared out the window of the backseat. “I don’t like flying.”

“I know you don’t,” Yunho said from the driver’s seat. “Mom knows that, too, but it’s not my year with you, buddy.”

“Don’t I get a choice in this?” Taemin mumbled, putting his arm against the door and putting his chin on top of it. Then he continued in a voice just louder than a breath, “It’s fucking bullshit.”

“I wish you did,” Yunho said, looking at Taemin through the rear-view mirror. “But that’s just not how it works, unfortunately.”

Taemin only grumbled to himself and continued to stare out the window.

“Leave it to the military-fuck to get me a flight at the crack of Satan’s ass,” Taemin huffed under his breath. “Jackass. He probably did it on purpose.”

Taemin’s flight was scheduled to leave at six-fifty that morning, and Yunho wanted to get him to the airport at least an hour early. He’d been up since four, and he’d barely slept at all that night, and he was not in the mood to get on a three-hour flight to go spend the holidays with his current least-favorite parent and step-parent.

“Try to be good, okay?” Yunho said as he pulled into the parking garage. “Don’t do anything that you know will just piss him off. Don’t start anything with him. If he starts to be a jerk, just ignore him as best you can.”

“Easy for you to say,” Taemin grumbled. “You’re not the one that has to live with him and his stupid rules for the next two weeks. That’s practically my entire vacation, by the way. I don’t know anyone there. I’m gonna be miserable.”

“I know, baby,” Yunho said softly. “I’m sorry, I really am.”

Boa hadn’t really said anything the entire ride there, but after Taemin checked his bag and was about to go through the security line, she did give him a hug goodbye. And he did hug her back, although it was a little awkward.

“Just think about all the presents you’re going to get to open when you come back,” she said, a small smile on his face. “And two weeks isn’t so long; it’ll be over before you know it.”

“You should tell that to the people who schedule our school breaks,” he joked, a little smirk on his face. Then he frowned, but it was only for dramatics. “And to the teachers who assigned homework.”

Boa laughed and squeezed his arm a little bit, and he sent her a small smile before going back to looking bored and melodramatic.

“Bye,” he said to both of them. “Pray I don’t die or anything on that giant flying deathtrap.”

“Does he really hate flying that much?” he heard Boa ask when he turned around. “Do you think you should have gone with him?”

“He’s just being dramatic, mostly,” Yunho told her. “But he doesn’t like flying, no. I’m starting to wonder if I should have gone with him, too.”

He was glad his dad was at least acknowledging that he was legitimately slightly afraid of flying. His mom and the step-douche were constantly telling him it wasn’t a real fear and that he was just being dramatic.

After he got through security and sat down at his gate, he texted his dad about how much he really didn’t want to get on this plane, and how he just wanted to come home. He wondered, when he got his dad’s reply and saw that he was texting a bit differently than normal, if he was having Boa text for him while he drove. He decided that he didn’t really mind so much if Boa knew he was really that afraid of flying, especially when it was definitely her that sent a heart emoji at the end of the last text. Yunho didn’t even know how to use emojis.

Christmas Day, Taemin called Yunho near-hysterics from the safety of the guest room bed of his mom’s new house.

“I’m not even allowed to call it my room,” Taemin said into his phone. “It’s ‘The Guest Room,’ because I don’t live here all the time, and so it’s not my room, and I swear, Dad, he’s crazy. He wakes me up at four-am every morning - even today! - and he makes me run around and do push-ups and pull-ups and it’s worse than gym class, he acts like I’m in boot camp or something!”

He whined and buried his face into the pillow.

“Dad, it’s not even snowing here, it’s not even Christmas,” Taemin said quietly.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Yunho said. “I wish I could bring you home.”

“Can’t you just buy me a ticket to come home? I can be back in three hours, I haven’t even really unpacked, and then we can spend Christmas together and I’ll even be on my absolute best behavior around Boa and we can, I dunno, sing Christmas carols around a piano or something or whatever she wants to do, we can do anything she wants to do,” Taemin begged.

“You know I can’t, baby,” Yunho said softly. “Just a couple more days, and you’ll be home soon enough.”

Taemin huffed into the phone, and they were both quiet for a while until Taemin whispered, “I gotta go, bye. Merry Christmas.”

He hung up before Yunho could respond.

“Hi, Taemin,” Boa greeted when Taemin got into the car at the airport a couple days later. “How was your Christmas?”

“It was miserable, thank you for asking,” Taemin said, and he buckled his seat-belt and stared out the window. “Can we go home now?”

“I thought you might wanna go get breakfast before we went home,” Yunho said. “We could go get pancakes or something.”

“Can we just have breakfast at home?” Taemin asked quietly. “I really just wanna go home.”

“Alright,” Yunho said. “What about going through the drive-thru? We can get something on the way home.”

“Okay,” Taemin mumbled.

When they finally got home a little while later, Yunho hugged Taemin tight when they both got out of the car. 

“I missed having you around,” Yunho said, smiling at Taemin. “It doesn’t feel like the holidays when you’re not here.”

“Missed you, too,” Taemin mumbled.

“Here,” Yunho said, and he pulled back from the hug and gave Taemin the keys. “I’ll get your bags and stuff, but you and Boa go inside and get breakfast on the table.”

“Okay,” Taemin said, and he went to go open the door and help Boa put the food around the table.

Once they were all sitting down, Yunho tried to do anything that would get Taemin to smile.

“Your bag didn’t feel any heavier,” Yunho teased. “What kind of presents did Mom get you?”

“None,” Taemin hissed, glaring at the hashbrown in his hands. “Did you know he doesn’t believe in giving presents to kids who don’t believe in Santa? Because I sure as hell didn’t know about that before they got married. I got an orange and a bag of peanuts in my stocking, and a card. A card. It didn’t even have any money in it!”

Yunho muttered something under his breath, and he looked just as annoyed as Taemin did.

“Well why don’t you go look under the tree?” Boa said, and the smile on her face made Taemin feel a little bit better. “I think Santa might have come to visit you here.”

Taemin laughed at that, and it was a small laugh, but it at least made him smile. After Yunho nodded and told Taemin that they should all go out in the living room, Taemin got up and hurried out to slide next to the tree and laugh at all the presents. He thanked Yunho endlessly and grinned widely as he opened up the wrapping. When he got to a pretty big, Santa-themed bag, he looked at the tag and turned a slightly-shocked face to where Boa was sitting on the couch.

“You got me a present?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“Of course I did,” she laughed. “Go on, open it.”

As he took out the red and green tissue paper, Boa said, “I hope you like it,” and Taemin stared with wide eyes at what was inside the bag. He looked back at Boa, then back in the bag, and then pulled out a skateboard he had been wanting for a while.

“It’s so cool,” Taemin said, his voice completely awe-struck. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it,” she laughed.

“Can I go ride it?” Taemin asked, turning to Yunho with wide eyes. “Can I go ride it to Key’s and hang out with my friends for a little while?”

“Finish opening your presents first at least,” Yunho laughed. “And then you can ride it with a helmet and see your friends for a while.”

Taemin laughed, and he continued to open his presents and then thanked both Yunho and Boa tens of times while he helped them throw away the wrapping paper and bows. Yunho liked to save the gift bags to use again the next year though.

“I feel bad,” Taemin mumbled to Boa before he left. “I didn’t get you anything for Christmas.”

“Oh, but you’re a kid,” she laughed. “You didn’t have to get me anything, I promise.”

“I did help my dad pick out that tea set he got you,” Taemin said, smirking a little bit.

“Well I loved it,” she told him. “Go have fun with your friends. You deserve to have some fun before school starts back up.”

“Okay,” Taemin said, nodding his head. “Okay, bye.”

Boa was quickly climbing higher on his list of people he liked; she was on her way to surpassing his own mother, even.