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dreamerstreamer · 4 years ago

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Burnout

Pairing: Dream / Clay x gn!reader

Summary: Working nonstop leaves Clay officially exhausted. Too bad he doesn’t know when to call it quits. Luckily for him, you do.

Warnings: depictions of anxiety + exhaustion + burnout

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: this was inspired by some of my own personal experiences. please get some rest if you need it. i hope you enjoy!

Clay awoke to the sound of meowing in his ear and a paw prodding at his cheek.

Letting out a small groan, he shifted, vaguely aware that his cheek was pressed against something cold. He reached up in front of his face, his fingertips meeting soft fur. He blinked an eye open, his hand rubbing at his bleary vision. Little by little, the fogginess slowly parted to reveal Patches’ olive green eyes peering back at him. The moment his gaze met hers, she meowed, swiping at his face again.

“Stop,” he croaked, surprising himself by how dry his mouth was. Almost immediately, Patches took a step back, meowing once more at him before hopping off the table and vanishing from his line of sight.

He raised a hand to his throat, swallowing uncomfortably. Slowly, he lifted his head from the desk, taking in the sight of his desk set-up. While his monitor was dark, it was his laptop that was lighting up the cluttered mess that had become his studio. Off to his right sat his green water bottle.

Right. His water bottle had been empty for—

His eyes darted to the clock, squinting. The numbers 1:47 AM flashed back at him.

—six hours.

When did I knock out? he wondered to himself, rubbing at his temples. Two hours ago? He shook his head. Well, doesn’t matter, now. Gotta finish the new plug-in.

He reached over, nudging his mouse with his elbow. The moment his cursor moved, his monitor came to life, light flooding the dimness of his room. He squinted, shielding his eyes from the glaring brightness of the screen with the back of his hand.

His code was still open, the line having cut off in the middle, the open bracket hanging wide, waiting to be completed and closed.

He grimaced, the gears already whirring in his head as he stared at the ticking clock on his screen. He needed to have the plug-in coded by tomorrow—or, well, today—so he could send it off to George for their scheduled test run. Not to mention the video he was only halfway finished editing he wanted to upload in two days’ time.

He dragged a hand over his face, a low groan rumbling in his chest. Just then, there was another low growl, this time coming from his stomach. He glanced downward at his hoodie pocket, something sharp digging at his insides.

Well, first, it seemed like he would need some food.

He pushed back his chair and pushed himself onto his feet, wincing at the way his muscles ached. They were definitely sore from not having been used in god knows how long, now. With another sigh, he turned, pushing the door open to his studio before climbing the stairs.

It only took a few moments for him to find the kitchen. He fumbled with the light switch for a second before the room was suddenly flooded with light. He winced, slapping a hand over his eyes. “Oh god,” he muttered, his throat feeling raw, “it’s so bright.”

A few seconds later, he peeked through his fingers and lowered his hand, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the brightness. As soon as he could see clearly once more, he dragged himself over to the cabinet, pulling the door open to peer inside. Empty space stared back at him, and he frowned. We forgot to go grocery shopping.

A snack-size bag of chips and two cups of instant ramen stared back at him, almost tauntingly. After staring for another moment, he found himself pulling out one of the two cups, eyeing it dubiously before shrugging. It’ll do. Flipping open the kettle, he quickly filled it with some water before setting it to boil. As he waited, he grabbed a pair of chopsticks and tore open the cup cover, fishing out the flavour packet and tearing it open with his teeth. Just as he was pouring the flavour powder in, he heard a voice behind him.

“Clay?”

He froze, then felt something in his chest soften. He turned, mustering what energy he had to send you a smile. “Hi, [Y/N].” At the sight of your bleary eyes, his smile drooped. “You’re still awake?”

You yawned, holding a hand over your mouth. “Mhm. Hungry. I’m just grabbing a snack, that’s all.”

Behind him, the kettle whistled. He quickly removed the top, then turned back to send you a knowing look. “Me too.”

You strolled over to the cabinet he had looked through earlier, frowning as you let out a sigh. “I’ll go grocery shopping this weekend,” you murmured, reaching for the chips. “Anything you want?”

He cast a glance at the chips in your hand. “More chips?” he offered softly. “I dunno. I haven’t really thought about it.”

You bobbed your head and pulled the bag open, immediately sticking a chip in your mouth. Clay let the sound of chips crunching fill the air as he poured the boiling water into his noodle cup, stirring absentmindedly as you quickly finished the bag. After a few moments, he eagerly raised his chopsticks to his lips, a whirlwind of flavour filling his mouth. The noodles didn’t particularly help with the dryness of his mouth or his tiredness, but at least he wasn’t hungry anymore.

The two of you ate in silence for a while. At one point, you finished the chips and threw out the bag, but he wasn’t quite paying attention. He felt his toes curl beneath him as he shifted in an effort to keep himself awake, but he could still feel the exhaustion pulling at his ankles. He wished he was asleep, he really did.

Just then, you spoke up. “Are you okay?”

He blinked, snapping out of his tired daze. “Yeah,” he mumbled in between chews. “I’m just a bit tired.”

You pursed your lips, leaning back against the counter as you eyed him up and down. “You look more than just ‘a bit tired’, Clay.”

He swallowed, averting his gaze from yours as he focused on shoveling more noodles in his mouth. His eyelids burned, weighed down by bricks made of exhaustion. “You think so?”

You didn’t answer, only staring at him for a few moments longer as he finished the cup of ramen. He didn’t even have the strength to think about the tension pervading the air. As soon as he was finished, he set the cup down, ignoring how heavy his arm felt. He felt your eyes on his as he rinsed out the empty container before tossing it in the recycling bin. He turned, your gaze locking onto his. Irritation prickled up his spine at your expression.

“What?” he said, his tone coming out harsher than he intended. A flicker of guilt ran through him, but it quickly dissolved into weariness once more. Whatever. He was tired. It didn’t matter. Right?

To his surprise, you didn’t flinch like he thought you would. Instead, you took a small step toward him, your hand reaching up and forward tentatively. Your fingers brushed against his cheekbone, and the moment your palm met his skin, he nearly melted into your touch. How long had it been since his shoulders felt so loose? He couldn’t recall.

“Clay,” you murmured, your thumb brushing over his cheek, “will you come to bed with me?”

His breath hitched. Sleeping? Now? He couldn’t afford it—even a single lick of sleep would throw him off entirely. He needed to finish his code and finish editing that video for the day after. He couldn’t just sleep, now.

He sent you a smile, hoping it didn’t look as sad as it felt. “Sorry, love, but I have a bit more work I have left to do.”

You blinked, your lips curling downward. Your frown bit into him harder than he would have liked. Slowly, you pulled your hand back from his cheek, something disappointing flashing in your gaze. “Okay,” you said quietly, turning to walk out of the kitchen. “Please go to sleep soon, though, alright?”

He nodded, but the action didn’t fully register in his head as he watched you disappear from his line of sight. Already, he missed your warmth against his face, and he had half the mind to change his mind and go to bed with you right then and there.

But the deadline hanging over his head wrapped a fraction tighter around his throat, whispering into his ear like a menace. “You don’t have time.”

Indeed, he didn’t.

Shutting the kitchen lights off, he slipped back down the stairs once more, striding back into his studio. He collapsed into his chair with a grunt, shaking his mouse as his monitor came back to life. He cracked his knuckles once before settling his hands back on the keyboard, focusing his attention back on the open bracket once more.

He wasn’t sure how much time he spent typing, opening and closing Google as he ran into bug after bug. The longer he stared at the screen, the more his brain felt like it was slowly getting the life sucked out of it. He had only completed another dozen lines of code or two when something tore him out of his focus.

“Clay.”

His thoughts came to a jarring halt in his head. He turned, spotting you leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed over your chest. A concerned expression was plastered to your face, and he nearly fell out of his chair. “[Y/N]? Why are you still up?” His eyebrows knit together. “I thought you went to bed.”

“I sent George a text,” you said abruptly, your eyes scanning his face with a wary look, “and he said he doesn’t mind doing the test run another day.”

Clay’s mouth fell open, a wave of shock rolling over him. You... what? Swallowing, he closed it, shaking his head slightly. Just because he didn’t need to finish the code didn’t mean he still didn’t have any work to do. “I still have to finish the video—”

“You can finish that another day, too,” you suddenly said, your eyes not leaving his. He saw your fingers curl into your pyjamas. “You know your fans will love it no matter when it comes out.”

Something welled up inside of him, something hard and cold that dug straight through his bones. “B-But...”

You simply tilted your head at him, a weary look crossing your face. “But what, Clay? Is there anything else?”

He paused for a moment, a pebble of shame dropping into his stomach as he shook his head. “No,” he admitted quietly. His heart burned uncomfortably between his lungs. “But I could always get a head start on—“

“Clay,” you said sharply, not missing the way he jumped, “don’t you see what you’re doing to yourself?” You lowered your arms and your voice grew quiet, something pained flitting across your features. “This is killing you.”

He stared at you, the light of his monitor making your face glow in the dimness of his studio. As much as he tried, he couldn’t think of another rational justification for staying up. He had no other immediate tasks, no other projects he needed to work on in this moment. He had no reason to stay awake any longer.

And yet, deep down, something anxious and angry thrashed in his gut. Sleeping now just felt wrong. It was almost as though it was a crime, as though he would somehow fail if he didn’t keep working. After all, if he didn’t keep working, then what kind of creator was he?

But the longer he stared at you, taking in the sight of your pleading eyes and worried frown, he felt something else overtake him entirely. A different kind of sinking feeling settled over his shoulders, and he swallowed.

“[Y/N],” he said honestly, suddenly feeling vulnerable and very, very sad, “I’m tired.”

Your gaze softened, and he almost wanted to cry. “I know,” you said, soft and sincere.

With quiet steps, you made your way over to him, stopping just in front of him. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your stomach as he let out a shaky breath. You didn’t move, simply raising a hand to pat his head. For a few moments, he simply leaned against you, feeling his eyes sting and burn with a mixture of fatigue and sadness. Was he really that tired?

“You put too much responsibility on your own shoulders, Clay,” you murmured, your hand leaving his head. “You’re allowed to be your own person. You’re allowed to spend time to yourself. You’re allowed to take care of yourself—you need to.”

You pulled back slightly, and he raised his head. His lungs felt like they had tied themselves into a knot in his chest, but the moment his eyes met yours, he could suddenly breathe clearly again.

“Please,” you said, “come to bed with me.”

He blinked. Then, he nodded. “Okay.”

He didn’t miss the smile that stretched across your face as you reached over to save his code, turning off his monitor. As soon as the studio filled with darkness, you slipped your hand into his, tugging him out of his chair and up the stairs. He didn’t remember walking into the bathroom, but you were suddenly shoving his toothbrush in his hand.

“I’ll wait for you in our room,” you said, “okay?”

He nodded again, still too dazed to fully comprehend anything. He only half remembered brushing his teeth, spitting out the toothpaste as he rinsed out his mouth in the sink. Before he knew it, he was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, his eyelids already drooping. You were sitting on the bed, your legs curled beneath you and the blankets pulled back for him.

The moment he stepped inside, you lifted your chin, tilting your head at him. “You done?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but cut himself off with a yawn. Wiping at his blurring vision, he nodded. “Mhm.”

The pleased grin you sent him made his heart swell with affection. “Perfect.” You patted the space in front of you. “C’mere.”

Without an ounce of hesitation, he walked forward and climbed onto the bed, settling his head back against the pillow as you pulled the sheets up over him. After a few seconds of shifting, he finally settled down, his shoulders sagging as he let the tightness seep out of his body and into the bed.

“Comfy?” you asked softly, your voice washing over him like a soothing melody.

He shifted his head slightly, his legs curling further into the warm blankets. “Very.”

He could only imagine the soft smile on your face, a fond look filling your eyes. “When’s the last time you slept before four o’clock?”

He thought for a moment. If he had the energy, he would have shrugged. “Can’t remember. Must have been a month ago, or something.”

He could hear the frown in your voice. “That’s not healthy, Clay.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, feeling his lips curl slightly. “Probably.”

There was a slight pause, then he felt your hand in his hair. In an instant, he had melted into putty on the mattress, tilting his head slightly toward you. “You can only run on sheer passion for so long,” you murmured, dragging your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. “People need rest. And good food. And warm hugs. And love.”

He blinked, slow and lazy. “Love?” he repeated.

You hummed. “Yeah.” Dipping your head, you pressed a kiss beside his ear, whispering, “Lots and lots of love.”

He nodded ever so subtly, his head sinking further and further into his pillow. “Love,” he whispered back, caught in a dreamlike haze.

Your fingers scratched against his scalp, and he let out a tiny sigh. “You still with me?”

“Mm,” he mumbled, “not really.”

Your hand stilled for a moment, then carried on. “Good. Go to sleep, Clay.” He could hear the soft smile in your voice. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He said something back, or at least he thought he did, but he had drifted too far to care at that point.

This was nice. He missed this.

That night, Clay fell asleep with your hands in his hair and a smile on his face—feeling warm, safe, and oh-so loved.

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angryinternetduck · 4 years ago

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noodle <3

2.2k on harry’s new puppy. the before and after of a clean break . goes from kinda angsty to fluffy (literally) to more angst, and then wraps up with fluffy fluff fluff.

Harry’s house felt empty.

It was empty, really, but it felt about a million more times empty than it ever had.

He couldn’t bear it.

He woke up in the morning and turned over to kiss you awake. He brushed his teeth and stared at the spot where your toothbrush went. He got changed and remembered where he’d gone with you while wearing that shirt; how you’d complimented those pants and teasingly mocked those socks. He made coffee and ignored the gaping hole where your mug used to go.

He was driving to the studio one morning, thinking about all of this - what song you’d have put on if you were in the car with him, how your hand would feel in his, what joke he’d say to hear your laugh - when he saw a pet adoption center.

All at once, the solution became clear.

A dog, he thought. I need a dog.

So he turned off the road, kind of in a daze, and walked inside. Barking, chirping, and soft music greeted him. He flipped his sunglasses up. The lady at the counter’s eyes widened, and then she smiled. “Hi!” she said brightly. “Can I help you?”

“Er… yes,” Harry said. He rocked back on his heels. “I’d like a dog, please.”

She smiled more. Harry saw her nametag. It said Holly. “Okay!” she said, coming around from behind the counter. “Follow me.” Harry put his hands in his pockets and followed her a few steps back into the shop, and then around a corner.

Dogs of every size, shape, and color lined the wall, separated by short, colorful barriers. The barking increased as the dogs noticed Harry and Holly. Harry felt a smile on his face as he looked around at all of them, up on hind legs, tongues lolling out of mouths.

“Here we are,” Holly said over the noise. She crouched down next to one, rubbing the dog’s ear. With her other hand, she pointed to a card attached to the barrier. “These have all their information,” she said.

Harry nodded, and started walking around. He kept his hands in his pockets and walked around the room. He scanned the cards, only stopping when he saw an anomaly. One dog, a puppy, by the look of it, was quiet. It wasn’t barking, wasn’t on its hind legs excitedly jumping up to greet Harry.

There wasn’t a card attached, either, so Harry turned around to look at Holly. She was preoccupied with another dog, petting him and laughing as he flopped over onto his back. “Hey, erm - this one have a card,” Harry said.

She looked up and then stepped over the barrier to walk over to him. “Oh, yeah, this little guy,” she said. “We just found him a few days ago. No collar, no chip or anything. We waited a little while for somebody to come and - you know, claim him, but it never happened.” She knelt down and scratched him behind the ear. “We don’t even know his name.”

“He’s quiet,” Harry said.

He was cute, too; golden and fluffy, and Harry thought he looked like a goldendoodle.

Holly looked up and smiled at him. “Yeah.”

“Can I - er, can I get him? Have him?”

“Sure!” Holly said. She got a collar and a leash from the wall behind Harry and clipped it onto the dog. “Wanna walk him up?” she asked, holding the leash out to Harry. He smiled and took it from her, and she opened the barrier to let him through.

The dog walked next to Harry, sniffing the floor and the walls and occasionally Harry’s pant leg as they headed back to the front desk. He sat down and watched Harry with big brown eyes as Harry filled out paperwork, and then trotted behind them as Holly showed Harry toys and dog food and beds everything Harry needed.

Soon enough, Harry was staring at the dog, sat peacefully on the passenger seat, looking out the window curiously. After a few seconds, the dog looked back at Harry, and Harry smiled because it almost looked like he was smiling, too.

“Right, then,” Harry said, patting the top of his head. “You need a name.” Harry twisted his keys in the ignition and started off towards home. “Marley,” Harry said, glancing over at the puppy.

No reaction.

“Alright,” Harry hummed. “How about… Bob.”

Still nothing.

Harry smiled. “So this’ll be a challenge, hm?” he asked. The dog lay down in the seat and sighed heavily, looking up at him. Harry laughed and rubbed his fluffy head. He suggested names the entire way home, but nothing seemed to stick.

When they got home, the puppy wandered around, sniffing every corner and inspecting each piece of furniture. Harry watched him, partially endeared but also sort of worried about puppy proofing his entire house.

He wasn’t too worried about it, though, because after a while, the puppy came over and sat down next to him, tail thumping on the floor behind him and tongue hanging out of his mouth. Harry grinned and crouched down to pet him, then looked at his phone.

“What do you say to some food, buddy?” Harry asked. “‘s almost noon…”

He just licked Harry’s hand.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Harry said, laughing as he stood up and the puppy followed him into the kitchen, where Harry looked at the refrigerator and pantry. Nothing seemed very interesting, but Harry eventually grabbed a pack of ramen and started boiling some water.

While it heated up, Harry set up the puppy’s bed and toys, then got distracted playing fetch with the puppy, who got adorably excited, and Harry heard him bark for the first time. When the water boiled, Harry put in the noodles and then read the back of the dog food bag while he stirred and added the seasoning.

After it cooked and Harry poured a bowl of soup for himself, he measured out some dog food and put it in the bowl he’d picked out with Holly. The puppy had at it, and Harry smiled, satisfied, and then went and ate himself.

Once the puppy finished, though, he padded over to Harry and laid his head on Harry’s lap. Harry laughed and pet him. Suddenly, he looked up at his bowl of ramen, and then back down at the puppy, whose fur was long and golden brown and a bit curly.

“Hey,” Harry said, a slow grin growing on his lips. “Hey, how ‘bout Noodle, hm?”

The puppy yipped and thumped his tail.

“Noodle?”

Another bark, and he jumped a little bit, placing his two front paws on the edge of Harry’s chair. Harry laughed and rubbed his ears and said, “Noodle it is, then!” The puppy, Noodle, barked and bounced, and his ears flopped.

Harry looked at his noodles, wondering if dogs could have ramen, but then decided against it and went and grabbed a bag of treats from the things he’d gotten at the pet store. Noodle followed him, trotting along and then happily taking the treat.

“Good boy,” Harry cooed, “good boy, Noodle.”

Noodle barked again and covered Harry’s hands in licks, and Harry grinned.

“I think we’ll get along just fine,” he said.

***

The next time Harry took an unexpected detour, he was a bit less inspired, a lot more desperate, and horribly miserable. This time, he was heading to a double date. Mitch and Sarah, and Harry and somebody else, somebody Sarah thought he’d be good with.

Somebody who was not you.

How, Harry thought dully, could he be good with anyone who was not you?

It was raining. All Harry was thinking about was that time he’d danced with you in the rain, that time you’d gone to the park together and it had rained during your picnic and you’d danced together. In the rain.

Together.

The rain was miserable. Harry was miserable. The date would be miserable.

And it was even worse, because the directions Mitch gave him took him straight past your place. He felt nauseous as he started up the street. He couldn’t go on the date. He couldn’t go and pretend that he was okay, that he was over you.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was parked in front of your place.

He stared at the rain, coming down in sheets over his windshield. He wondered how many times he’d kissed you in that exact spot. How many times he’d walked you back home, how many times he’d stayed over, how many mornings he’d spent avoiding paps as he walked back to his car. How much he’d pay to have one of those nights, one of those mornings, just one more time.

He picked up his phone and dialled Mitch’s number.

“I can’t make it,” Harry said flatly.

“What?”

“I - I’m not coming,” Harry said.

“Are you okay?”

“Tired,” Harry whispered.

“Harry, I don’t -”

“I can’t make it,” Harry said again. “I’ll see you later. Apologize for me.”

“What? Harry, you can’t -”

Harry did. He hung up and stared at the rain again.

It was raining. It was raining so hard, so, so hard, and Harry didn’t have an umbrella. He didn’t have the energy to run, either, so he trudged up to your place in the rain. He was soaked. He was trembling, chattering, soaked to the bone.

You were on the phone when you opened the door.

“Speak of the devil,” you said.

***

Now, Harry’s watching you play with Noodle.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been happier.

“I’m gonna steal him,” you giggle, rubbing his fluffy belly.

Harry says, “You could try,” and kneels down next to you.

It’s been a little more than a week since he appeared on your doorstep. He’d been texting with you the entire time, just trying to find a time when neither of you were busy. That time had been today, and you’d come over as soon as you could.

“Think you like him more than me,” Harry says, and you grin at him, and Harry’s heart flutters, and you say, “You’re right.” Harry groans and buries his face in Noodle’s fur. “I’d be jealous but I’d like him more, too,” he mumbles, and you laugh as you stand up.

Harry looks up to see you looking at Noodle’s box of toys and then smiles when your eyes light up as you see the bag of treats. “Can I?” you ask excitedly, holding it up, and Harry shrugs. “Sure,” he says, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling more.

You sit down, laughing as Noodle jumps up, tail thumping when he notices the treats in your hands. Harry sits back, watching as you feed him a few. “Have you tried training him at all?” you ask, and Harry says, “Nope.” He pauses, then adds, “I was waiting for you.”

“Oh, sure,” you reply, grinning as you hold a treat with one hand and lift one of Noodle’s paws with the other. “So fluffy!” you exclaim, watching Noodle drop his paw obliviously and then giving up and giving him the treat anyway.

“You’ll make him fat,” Harry scolds playfully, reaching forward to grab the bag out of your hands. You yelp and dart away, holding it out of Harry’s reach. Harry scoffs, lunging after it again, and suddenly he’s falling -

“Jesus,” you gasp through giggles, “don’t want you on top of me like this -”

Harry laughs, propping himself up so he’s hovering over you. “Sure about that?” he says lowly, nipping at your ear, but you just laugh more, slapping lightly at his arm. “You’re ridiculous!”

Harry pulls back, unable to keep the smile off his face as he catches your eyes, gets lost in them for a minute, for two… You bite your lip, sliding your hand to the back of his neck and gently tugging him down so his lips meet yours.

“Missed you,” you whisper.

“Missed you, too.”

It feels like just seconds before Harry hears shuffling and licking through his blissful daze. He looks up, confused, and then sees Noodle steadily making his way through the bag of treats that had skidded, open, across the floor during your scuffle.

“Shit,” Harry hisses, scrambling up.

You groan, trying to pull him back. “Come back,” you whine, but Harry grabs the now almost empty bag of treats with a huff before looking back at you. He holds it up, and you sigh heavily.

“Shoulda just let him have it,” you say.

“‘s not healthy,” Harry says back, and he ruffles Noodle’s fur before carefully placing the bag on a table higher than Noodle can reach. “It’s not healthy to leave me alone, either,” you complain, and Harry laughs. “Please.”

With a dramatic groan, you get up to sit over where Harry is. You situate yourself next to him, and Harry smiles at how perfectly you fit together. You rest your head on his shoulder and sigh happily. “Guess we’re parents now,” you say, looking at Noodle.

Harry kisses your temple, smiling more. “Guess so,” he says.

***

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ggukcangetit · 4 years ago

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Chocolates & Laundry Do Not Mix - JJK fic

title: Chocolates & Laundry Do Not Mix [Prequel to Crime & Punishment]

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: PG 13

warnings: language, y/n uses a pillow to deal with her frustration, not much else?

word count: 3.5k

summary: when your best friend, Namjoon, asks if a junior from his business ventures class can live with you till his lease comes through, you don’t think much about it. But one month with Jeon Jungkook proves to be extremely difficult because of how little the boy says but how much he seems to topple over without much effort.

a/n: this is the first fic for jungkook’s birthday! happy birthday to the bestest, most lovely, wonderful, soft-hearted boy out there. we love you, koo! wishing you happiness always <3

Before Jungkook

Namjoon is a great guy. He’s smart, funny, considerate, thoughtful, kind, and definitely one of the best looking guys out there. You love him, you really do. But there are times when you wish you could roundhouse kick his dimpled ass out of the window. And this would be one of those moments.

“It’ll only be for a couple of months, y/n.” Namjoon sat down on the grass, his long legs stretching out in front of him. Seokjin reached over you and handed him the last neatly packed chicken wrap he had brought. “The lease at his old place ran out last week, and the place he’s going to move to doesn’t allow tenants before August. You’re the only one of us who currently doesn’t have a roommate.”

You frowned, the wonderfully seasoned chicken inside Seokjin’s wrap not really registering in your system. “Seokjin can’t?”

“You do know that I just graduated and will be moving to a different city in a couple of days, right?” He shot you a look and promptly flopped onto the grass dramatically.

“What about Yoongi?”

“He’s moved in with his girlfriend.” Namjoon quirked an eyebrow. “Do you not read any of the messages in the group chat?”

“Jimin? Hobi?” You were desperate at this point.

“Hobi lives with me. And Jimin lives with Taehyung right now. But the two of them are planning to move into a new apartment before classes start in the fall and Jungkook will be staying with them after that! So what do you say?” Namjoon stared at you expectantly. “Can Jungkook crash at your place for the summer?”

If it were up to you, some random junior from Namjoon’s business class would not be crashing at your modest apartment while you slaved your ass off working part-time so that your job prospects would be minutely better at the time of graduation. But then - you stared at Namjoon’s inquiring gaze and Seokjin’s knowing eyebrow raise - it was never really up to you, was it? No. Somehow, all decisions in your friend group had become a matter of collective responsibility. Yoongi wants to buy a new sound system? Well, it must be compatible with the latest AR gaming technology so that Seokjin can come over and use it whenever he wants. Hobi’s ordering a designer jacket for his birthday? It can’t be orange because Jimin wouldn’t be caught dead wearing orange.

And the list goes on…

What it ultimately came down to was that Jungkook would be staying at your place over the summer. If you said no, your friends would definitely understand… But you would feel like a piece of shit for the rest of the year. So-

“Thanks for letting me stay here, y/n.” Jungkook wasn’t what you had expected. Although you had received very contrasting, even conflicting, descriptions of him from your friends.

“He’s a shy guy,” Namjoon said while walking his bike out of the university courtyard. “Doesn’t speak to a lot of people easily.”

Seokjin, naturally, had said something completely different. “He’s the toughest guy I know. Dude could easily bench press us all at the same time.”

That had left you a little worried so, of course, you decided to speak to Hobi. “Jungkook? Haha! That guy’s really something else! He barely sleeps at night because he’s playing video games! And he’s a snack monster!”

Your mind immediately went to the basket of snacks you kept at your apartment. There was no way this guy would touch your stuff, right?

“Jungkook’s a total prankster!” Jimin giggled while sipping his iced tea. “You should see the stuff he and Tae get up to sometimes!”

“It’s no big deal.” Your reply lacked the minimal amount of enthusiasm required to not be considered a big deal, though. If Jungkook picked up on that, he didn’t say anything.

Week 1 with Jungkook

The first couple of days went by without any issues. He seemed like a quiet guy who kept to himself - so far Namjoon’s description had been the most accurate - and you supposed two months with him around wouldn’t be terrible.

That’s where you were sorely mistaken. Suddenly, you found the fridge full of banana milk cartons - not a few bottles, mind you, but a few cartons of banana milk. Every single cupboard in the kitchen was now stuffed with protein supplements, low carb snacks, and the entire country’s supply of instant ramen. Now, you didn’t have anything against instant ramen per se - heck, you really enjoyed the beauty of a quick delicious meal at the end of a long day - but this was pushing things a little. Because for every single instant ramen packet placed in the kitchen, something of yours had to be displaced rather dramatically.

For instance, you had woken up early one Tuesday morning, craving chocolate chip pancakes like nobody’s business. The chocolate chips were kept on the middle shelf of the third cupboard from the left - as they had been since you had moved in a year ago. You knew exactly where your things were placed and, having the unassailable confidence of an only child who has never had to share their space and now lives on their own as well, you opened the cupboard door without looking up. This was clearly not as smart a decision as you had imagined because a ton of instant ramen packets came cascading down on your head.

Jungkook came rushing out of his bedroom, alarmed by the sound of loud and colourful cursing coming from the kitchen. “Is everything okay?!”

The look on your face was probably one Seokjin would have laughed at until he had tears in his eyes. But Jungkook, completely unacquainted with your temper and the peculiar things that set you off, looked like he had just found out that he was allergic to both banana and dairy. Actually, he looked more like Hobi the day he had come home to find Jimin and Taehyung working on the latter’s art project which had resulted in the most tragic paint spill on the most beautiful white carpet in the history of college roommate sagas.

“Oh shit! The ramen- I’m so sorry, y/n!” Jungkook ran towards you to try and help. Unfortunately, he was both hesitant to physically check if you were okay and eager in his desire to make things alright, resulting in a collision which sent you hurtling towards the ground in what would have been an extremely nasty fall. To Jungkook’s credit, he had some insanely rapid reflexes and managed to catch you before you hit the tiled floor and cracked your skull open.

There was a brief moment between when he wrapped his arm around your waist and when your brows furrowed in annoyance, where you caught a whiff of his apple-scented shampoo and noticed the tiny mole on the bridge of his nose.

Cute.

You wriggled out of his hold and fixed him with a look that, hopefully, conveyed that you were supremely displeased with his ramen placement without actually having to tell him off.

“S-sorry about that.” The look had done its job. Jungkook quickly gathered up the fallen ramen packets and stuffed them into the nearest drawer - which then could not be closed.

“How much ramen do you have…?” Your annoyance was replaced with sheer curiosity at this point.

“Oh, uh… I won a gaming contest and the first prize was a year’s worth of instant ramen.” He scratched the back of his neck self-consciously, cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

You sighed. “Come on, let me show you the extra storage space behind the shoe cupboard.”

Week 2 with Jungkook

Jungkook wasn’t a loud and inconsiderate roommate. In fact, after the ramen debacle of the first week, he had been coexisting with you quite beautifully. Sometimes you would cook dinner, curse at the fact that you had to cook dinner, and then secretly cherish the absolute delight on Jungkook’s face as he ate the dinner you had cooked. Other times, he would tap into his self-proclaimed noodle know-how and whip up some sort of deluxe instant ramen dish, which always turned out to be heavenly and it was all you could do to stop yourself from moaning in pleasure while you both slurped the noodles.

Then, of course, were the times when you ordered takeout, and somehow attracted all the ravenous souls present on the group chat. It didn’t matter whether it was sushi or tacos or fried chicken or pizza or chinese or even a batch of mini donuts from the tiny shop opposite your apartment - all six of them invariably came knocking a few minutes before the food was delivered.

“Gguk, how’s the summer internship going?” Yoongi was holding his third slice of pizza, sitting on the floor with his legs spread haphazardly. This was one of the rare times when he had dropped by for a random friday hangout - his friday nights were usually reserved for his girlfriend.

Jungkook looked up from the game he had been playing with Taehyung and Seokjin. “Oh, it’s fine. The usual internship bullshit.” He let out a small winner as his car flew past the others just before the finish line.

“This damn game is rigged,” muttered Seokjin. “How come nobody but Jungkook ever wins?”

“That’s because you suck, Jin!” Jungkook ducked out of the way as Seokjin reached out to punch him. “Face it, racing games aren’t your thing.”

At the other end of the room, Hobi was dozing off at the dining table while Jimin and Namjoon played their 9th game of Go Fish. Yoongi bit into the pizza and motioned Taehyung to get him a beer from the fridge.

“We should go clubbing.” Taehyung’s impulsive and, frankly, terrible ideas were usually a result of a three-game losing streak. If there was anyone who hated losing more than Seokjin, it was the raven haired guy with soft curls falling on his forehead, staring at all of you with his piercing gaze.

“I’m exhausted. I had classes from 9-7 today,” said Namjoon, waving his hand dismissively.

“I work on Saturdays, Tae. You know that.” Seokjin got up and stretched his arms above his head. “I’m going to head out now.”

“The rest of us can go then.” Taehyung was nothing if not persistent.

“Hobi’s passed out already. And Soya’s waiting for me at home. So I’m going to drop him and Joon at their place, and then head back myself.”

These negative responses did nothing to deter Taehyung’s determination to go clubbing, which meant that you found yourself smooshed into the back of an uber with Taehyung and Jungkook as Jimin sat shotgun. Not only did you absolutely hate clubbing, but the fact that both Jungkook and Taehyung were very well-built, muscular guys, meant that you basically had one butt cheek of space to sit on.

“You okay?” asked Jungkook, before the four of you walked into the club.

“My left butt cheek is asleep, but otherwise all good.” He giggled at your response, gently laying a hand on your back so that you wouldn’t be separated from the group.

An hour later, you were completely certain of three things.

First off, there was nothing in the world that could make you enjoy clubbing. Not the location, not the music, and not the people you were with. Secondly, the three boys you were with not only had devastating good looks, but also managed to shake up the club with their crowd-pulling dances. Jimin’s style relied heavily on his seductive hip movements while Taehyung was destroying everyone with his smoldering expressions. Jungkook, meanwhile, was running completely on an adrenaline rush, and matched Jimin and Taehyung move for move, adding a sexy amount of aggression to the dances as well.

And finally, Jungkook, despite his muscles and dancing and adrenaline, liked to cuddle when he was extremely exhausted and had someone in his vicinity. That someone happened to be you that night as you came back to the sofa to find him curled up into a ball, his mouth slightly open as he slept peacefully. Your mistake was trying to place a blanket on top of him because you soon found yourself being pulled into his embrace as you became Jungkook’s personal cuddle pillow. You could say that you struggled for a long time, trying to break out of his grasp but he was just too strong for you, so you eventually gave up and fell asleep while cuddling with him on the sofa.

But then you would be lying.

Week 3 with Jungkook

Not that you would ever admit it, but Jungkook had a very pert bottom. As bottoms go, his was definitely somewhere in the top tier. The general consensus on campus was that Jimin and Taehyung were the usual contestants in the battle of the first-rate bottoms. But those of the general consensus had clearly never seen Jungkook in skin-tight jeans, kneeling on the floor while trying to reach for the remote that had fallen under the sofa.

“You’re zoning out again!” Seokjin was seated opposite you and snapped his fingers in front of your face. “You know I hate being ignored, y/n.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t ignoring you…” Your cheeks colored as you tried to rid your mind of the images of Jungkook from that morning, reaching for the highest shelf and flashing a beautiful strip of impeccably shaped abs.

“Tell me you aren’t daydreaming about Jungkook’s ass.”

“I am not daydreaming about Jungkook’s a-” You closed your mouth quickly, slapping Seokjin’s arm for good measure. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Work’s so boring and you’re so predictably entertaining, y/n,” he grinned and bit into the chocolate cupcake in front of him. “I miss seeing you everyday.”

“You have a funny way of showing it,” you grumbled.

“Nah, but seriously, Jungkook’s a solid guy - pun completely intended.” You rolled your eyes as he snickered at his joke. “You two would be good together.”

“You’re well aware of my stance on people setting me up, right?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“No one’s setting you up. I’m just saying -” Seokjin popped the remaining half of the cupcake into his mouth - “if there’s potential, you shouldn’t stop yourself.”

Unfortunately, any potential that may have been present, completely fizzled out when you got home that afternoon. You had made one thing perfectly clear the day that Jungkook had moved in with his stuff - your snack supply was completely off-limits. Yet here you were, staring at a near empty basket while Jungkook lounged on the sofa with chocolatey fingers and an empty chips packet lying on the table.

Pert bottoms definitely did not trump snack supplies - as Jungkook found out the hard way when a pillow came crashing down on him with the wrath of all your ancestors combined.

“Y/n! What the fuck?!” he yelped, ducking from your well-aimed blows.

“My snacks! They’re off limits! Asshole!” You punctuated each word with a smack of your pillow.

“Stop! Stop!” He grabbed the pillow from your hands and threw it as far as he could. “I’m sorry! I was really hungry and there wasn’t anything else at home!”

His stupid big doe eyes were just too damn sincere and you felt yourself deflating and sinking into the sofa. After making sure that you wouldn’t attack him again, Jungkook sat down beside you, nudging you softly with his shoulder. “I was going to go to the asian store once they open in the evening. Do you want to come with and help me replenish the snack supply?”

You huffed in annoyance but gradually rested your head on his shoulder. Jungkook had lived with you long enough to know that that was a yes.

Week 4 with Jungkook

Choosing movies to watch over dinner was always something you struggled with. Not when you were alone. No, you knew exactly what you wanted to watch. Your Netflix suggestions were appropriately lined up with crime dramas and sci-fi thrillers. It was only when there was someone else watching with you that the situation became contentious. Namjoon had a penchant for documentaries, and Hobi and Jimin liked watching musicals. Seokjin refused to watch anything even remotely close to a horror film, and Yoongi and Taehyung always voted for heavy art films. And Jungkook-

“I am not watching Titanic.” You settled into the sofa with your bowl of pasta, reaching forward to grab the soda can on the table.

“Come on, y/n! It’s a classic!” Jungkook whined. You had realised that the boy whined a lot over little things like movie selections and waking up before 8 am. “A tragic tale of true love.”

You snorted into your food. ��True love would’ve been if they’d both survived.”

“You’re so cold.” There it was, the infamous Jeon Jungkook pout. It didn’t make an appearance often, but when it did, you found yourself growing weaker and much more likely to give in to whatever stupid thing he wanted.

“Fine. Put it on. But don’t blame me when I end up scrolling through Instagram the entire time.”

“I won’t,” he grinned and sat down next to you. The sofa dipped considerably and you found yourself sliding towards him involuntarily. It wasn’t that this position was uncomfortable - you were actually really fond of unwitting physical contact with your friends. The only problem was the way your heartbeat quickened every time the unwitting contact was with Jungkook.

By the time the movie was over, Jungkook’s nose was running. It was no secret that he cried during sad movies but you still loved teasing him about how easily characters brought him to tears.

“Damn, look at you crying over Jack and Rose. They’re just fictional characters and Rose didn’t even die! What would you do if I was in their place? Would you cry over me too, Gguk?” You nudged his shoulder playfully.

“No.” His reply was firm and you wondered if he had been offended this time.

“No? Why not?”

“I’d never let that happen to you.”

You could safely say that you had never bolted to the bathroom as quickly as that moment, splashing your cheeks with cold water to bring down the flush.

This wasn’t the only time Jungkook had left you completely speechless, however. He ordered takeout much more than you did, not having time to cook much because of his internship. And his takeout orders usually consisted of either pizza or fried chicken. On most days, you were done with dinner by the time he got home and ordered takeout.

On one such day, you looked up from the spreadsheet you had been working on, your stomach clearly unsatisfied with the grilled cheese sandwich you had eaten a couple of hours ago. Making your way to the kitchen, you rummaged through the contents of the fridge, huffing in annoyance as you found nothing suitable for your current hunger-related dilemma.

“Do you want pizza? I’ve finished but there are a couple of slices left.” Jungkook pushed the box towards you and turned his attention back to his phone. It was a veggie supreme - something that Jungkook always ordered.

“How come there aren’t any olives?” you asked, knowing that that particular pizza store always put olives on their veggie pizzas.

“I asked them to take out the olives.”

“Why? I thought you loved olives.”

“I do. But you don’t eat olives.”

Your mouth hung open for a moment. “But you ordered the pizza for yourself…”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want the olives to stop you in case you wanted to have a slice.”

He hadn’t looked up during the entire conversation but you could see the way his cheeks turned pink and how he kept tugging at his ear. You, yourself, felt your heart soar and bit into a slice of pizza - trying to stop the shit-eating grin from spreading on your face.

After Jungkook

It turned out that Jungkook didn’t need to stay at your place for more than a month. Jimin and Taehyung had somehow convinced their landlord to allow them to move in a month ahead of the designated move-in date, which meant that you were once again living alone.

It was weird. There was a lot of space in your cupboards once again and the fridge didn’t always smell of chocolate shakes and overripe bananas. You were also free to choose whatever movie you wanted to watch with dinner. But something still felt amiss…

You sighed and reached for your basket of snacks, frowning as your fingers swiped at thin air. Your eyes widened as you glanced at your previously well-stocked supply of snacks, noting the distinct lack of at least 75% percent of its contents.

“JEON JUNGKOOK!”

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hellishvu · 5 years ago

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Imagine BTS: if you two are on vlive together

— aha first imagine request of the year (i think), this was fun to write! we need some wholesome content to cleanse our souls from the smut FKAKD but enjoy it and be safe and wash your hands luvs <3

warnings: alcohol mentioned, drunk behavior, and swearing (taehyung’s imagine)

Kim Namjoon:

“Bye Jungkook!” You wave at Jungkook due to him coming by your live keeping you company since you started a live by yourself. He assumed you wanted some company. Humming a small song while you read the comments.

Suddenly you heard a loud knock following up with a familiar voice “Darling are you in there?!” Namjoon yells on the other side of your studio. Getting up from your chair you warned ARMY you were going to be back. “Y/N I saw your notification and I was going to walk in but I felt like since you just joined and moved here” Namjoon lifts his arms full of snacks from his childhood and his present favorites. “Taste test!” Namjoon grins.

“Thank you for welcoming me baby.” You kissed him on the forehead letting him in your studio. The comments went insane once they saw Namjoon join in. Seeing the viewership skyrocket and the hearts go wild. You didn’t feel less appreciated since you were just introduced.

“Hello everyone! Thanks for making my boyfriend feel at home.” Namjoon sets the snacks on the table seeing a picture frame with the group having a welcome party for you. He couldn’t stop the fond memory from reappearing.

“So the snacks! Let me see!” You peeked at the bag seeing the colorful bags. Namjoon pulls out the first bag seeing the bag pink and having a cute little doodle on it. Namjoon not letting you see the label of it, he pours some in on a plate and passes it to you.

Grabbing the chip, you placed it in your mouth seeing your tongue start to scream from the heat of the adorable chip, widening your eyes Namjoon starts to crack up. Quickly grabbing your water bottle you drank as much water as you needed to recover from the volcano in your mouth.

“Why does the packaging look literally so adorable but the chips want to kill me!?” You huffed out wincing still from the excessive amount of spice. “You ate these when you were young?!’ Namjoon was still laughed at you while you just wanted a nice snack.

“No! I can’t breathe.” Namjoon says trying to breath. “Here’s an actual snack.” Namjoon passes you a little candy finally putting it in your mouth you felt your mouth increase in saliva. Smiling with the tastiness of the sweet candy.

“You’re forgiven.” You kissed him, Namjoon able to taste the sweet candy in your lips grinning.

Kim Seokjin:

“Okay never have I ever, right that’s the name of the game?” Seokjin raises his cup of noodles. Slurping on the savory noodles.

“Yeah, it would be fun. Plus ARMY can get to know us more.” You gestured towards the camera while kicking your feet on the other empty seat.

“You start.” Seokjin wanted to get a taste of the game before he asked a question. You nod sipping some water.

“Okay... never have I ever, stole someone’s underwear.” You wiggled your eyebrows seeing Seokjin put his finger down.

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” Seokjin raises his hands while you tilt your head.

“I had to! You know when we traveled and I didn’t pack enough but you always bring so many! So I borrowed-” Seokjin tried his best to explain his side of the story despite how it seems.

“You’re just like Yoongi!” You laughed loudly as Seokjin looked away from the camera. Embarrassing himself he kept eating his noodles.

“My turn!” Seokjin yells out, you still catching your breath.

“Never have I ever pulled an all nighter.” Seokjin sees your finger go down. You ate some of your meal before going into detail.

“The maknae line wanted me to stay up with them to play some game. Last time I looked at the clock it was 1am and then later light came in through the windows.” You get chills from that night, the lecture you got from Namjoon after being exhausted was terrifying.

“Let’s have it be ARMY’s turn. Ask us a question.” You spoke to the camera while you waited for responses.

“Never have I ever been in love.” Seokjin read out while you put your finger down turning to Seokjin. Seeing his finger was also down, you couldn’t handle the cuteness while you pouted.

“What?” Seokjin asks while you turned to the camera and back to him. “You love me?” You ask while Seokjin scoffs grinning.

“Of course I do. I love you.” Seokjin kisses your forehead while you cover the camera.

“This is becoming too cute holy shit.”

“Don’t curse!” Seokjin lectures you while you lower your head. “I forget!” You chuckle while Seokjin takes you in his arms. The camera uncovered seeing the very wholesome scene.

Min Yoongi:

“Special live today Army! Very special.” You rub your hands together planning your surprise event. Before going into the event, you asked how they were and saying hello.

“Now you must wonder; what is ‘Y/N’ going to do? Well I’m cooking for Yoongi. Very scary considering it’s the first meal I’ve cooked for him.” You show the printed recipe the picture showing the nicely presented noodles. The large grocery bag on the kitchen counter filled with the freshest ingredients you could find at the grocery store.

“He is a bit under the weather so I thought I would make him something warm!” After explaining what you are doing you called Yoongi down, he saw the camera set up and you gestured him to be off the camera view. He looks at you gratefully. You knew he didn’t want to be on camera right now.

“You’re cooking for me?” Yoongi asks his voice sounding groggy while you showed the recipe. “Do you want me to help you?” He asks while checking you had the right materials for the ramen. You grab the bag from him waving your finger. “No this is for you! I can do it!” Yoongi snickers from your overdetermined to make him happy.

“Please don’t burn the house down.” Yoongi teases watching you chop up the vegetables. “Is this for a special occasion?” Yoongi asks wondering if he deserved this, this small act of compassion from you. You lifted your head up realizing that Yoongi was serious, muting the mic on the camera you walked to him. Wrapping him around your arms pulling him into your chest. “I want to cook for you baby, you don’t have to do anything special in order for me to show just how much I love you and appreciate you for all you do for us.” Yoongi looks up from your chest his eyes shining.

“Thank you, now go back and go cook for ARMY.” Yoongi pecks you a kiss.

“Okay back to cooking! Sorry!” You giggle finding the vegetables you were cutting just a minute ago.

“You forgot to boil the water.” Yoongi points at the empty pot and the stove that was off. Looking up from the cutting board you quickly started that, seeing him chuckle at your simple mistake.

“Okay so how exactly do you make ramen?” You raise your eyebrow, not wanting to make something Yoongi wouldn’t like.

“I’ll tell you how to do it my favorite way.” Yoongi gestures you to get the seasoning in the upper cannot. “Sorry I didn’t make it myself.” You apologize while Yoongi brushes it off, still finding this small gesture huge in his heart.

“Being made by you, makes it 100 times more special even if it would’ve been packaged ramen.” Yoongi blows a small kiss at you while you smile at him.

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok wanted to make sure he was live once and a while seeing that it was quite empty lately due to how busy they are being idols. Hoseok told the other members including you that he was going to go live last minute.

“Hi ARMY, how’s it going today?” Hoseok waves at the camera seeing all the comments filled with love and hello’s back.

Hoseok talked about his daily life and how his projects are going. Also bringing up, you a couple times without giving personal information. “All the members are busy so they can’t stop to say hello.” Hoseok frowns continuing to talk.

Hoseok suddenly hears the door being knocked. He jumps in his chair from your loud whines. Hoseok raises his eyebrows hearing you.

“Let me in! Let me in!” You knock once again, seeing people walk by his studio.

“Y/N! Aren’t you working?” Hoseok calls out leaning back in his office chair giggling.

“It can wait!” You pressed your body against the door Hoseok able to see your smooched up face against the door.

“Tell the ARMY I love them!” You scream through the door while Hoseok turns his head to a bunch of comments telling him to open the door.

“I’m coming darling I’m coming.” Hoseok chuckles opening the door to you still pretending you were against the door.

“Thank you!” You kissed him while he scoffs giving you a hug. He grabbed another chair for you to sit in while you wave at the camera.

“How’s work going?” Hoseok asks while you turn to Hoseok getting comfortable.

“Namjoon says we are making progress but it’s gonna take some more time. Yoongi likes the song though so I’m glad I can make him happy.” You gave him a flash drive of the rough draft of the song.

“I’ll give it a listen later, it’s a secret from ARMY.” Hoseok winks at the camera, while placing the flash drive on his desk.

“Did you leave mid session to join me?” Hoseok blushes while you nod. Hoseok suddenly hugs you and kisses your cheek.

“I didn’t want you to be alone.” You pat his back giving a smile.

“I love you more then anything.” Hoseok whispers, these small actions make his heart burst with love. Actions speak volumes to Hoseok, and he couldn’t imagine not being with you.

Park Jimin:

“Baby.” You kiss his neck basically being that annoying couple showing physical attaction at any second. “I’m live, army don’t want to see this.” Jimin giggles leaning on your head while you were in the crook of his neck.

“Look they want to watch it, right? Right.” Looking up from his neck seeing the comments flooding with “cutie” and “i love you two”.

“Army be honest with us!” Jimin starts to uncontrollably giggling. You tickling him on the couch him barely able to hold the camera.

“Stop tickling me! Y/N!” Jimin pushes you off out of breath from laughing. You kissed his forehead before going back to the vlive.

Jimin reads the comments on the live about how you look at him with love eyes. “He does?” Jimin speaks out turning his head to see you completely hypotinzed from his beauty. “Baby.” Jimin snaps you out of it.

“Huh?” You blink a couple times before Jimin smiles widely at your own love eyes. Jimin kissing you on the cheek while you get flustered.

“I love you.” Jimin softly spoke while you held his hand under the camera. “I love you too.” You leaned on his shoulder while the comments went insane.

Jimin attempted to read the comments but before he could finish they would get drowned out from other comments. “I can’t read what they are saying.” Jimin tells you while you also try to read the comments.

“What song should we play?” You ask Jimin while he clicks on the playlist he made for you. Playing one of his favorite songs on there.

“We should dance!” Jimin jumps up from the couch while gesturing you take his hand. When you got up you moved the camera to the side of the room able to see You and Jimin.

“Don’t drop me.” You say while Jimin winks at you. “You’re talking to professional dancer me. I wont!” Jimin starts slowly with you before he attempts to spin you.

“Spin the other way.” Jimin instructs you while another attempt you two successfully did a spin. You enjoyed being in Jimin’s arms as you kissed him.

“Alright this is turning into a private lesson between me and Y/N.” Jimin chuckles towards the camera while he waves at the camera. You joining him.

“Wow they really don’t want us to go!” Jimin giggles at your comment still waving. Covering the camera you kiss him again off camera.

“Back to dancing?”

Kim Taehyung:

“You called me?” Taehyung peeked his head into your live, having a really nice black outfit looking like a million bucks in a casual outfit.

But then again when does he not?

“Wow you look good, whats the occasion?” You spoke out to him, seeing him get a bit flustered and grin. “I just got back with the boys not too long ago. I missed you though.” Taehyung pulled you off the live camera view and kissed you. “Missed you too.” You lowered your hands to his waist seeing Taehyung raise his eyebrows.

“We should go back before they think we are actually fucking.” Taehyung snorts grabbing your hand and shoving you back on the chair you were on. Taehyung joining you with a bottle of some Soju.

Drinks were shared and trivia answers were made that neither of you could answer half the time. The army watching enjoying this a little too much seeing their idols have a fun relaxing time.

“Isnt it Y=MX+B?” You sipped on your wine glass filled with Soju, Taehyung hugging you laughing. “We are stupid.”

“Why are they giving us hard questions? Give us like ‘name Taehyung’s favorite everything.” You snorted actually trying to remember Taehyung’s favorite things. Taehyung turned to you expecting you to answer.

You started to name most such as color, food, artist, game, etc blanking out sometimes before answering again with more favorites of his.Taehyung actually impressed that you paid so much attention to detail about him. It was a nice fuzzy feeling that the alcohol didn’t create.

Knocks were heard from the outside of the hotel room, you got up and wobbled there and saw Namjoon on the other side.

“Uh oh.” You looked at Taehyung and signaled to cut the cameras and end the live seeing a very angry Namjoon crossing his hands. “Alright goodbye army! Thank you for all your support and we love you.” Taehyung quickly announces his goodbye ending tbe live.

“Love birds open the door!” Namjoon bangs on the door, you open the door with Taehyung behind you resting on your shoulder clearly drunk out of his mind.

“Namjoon! What time is it?” Looking for your phone you patted on your pants seeing your pockets were empty. “It’s 3am.” Namjoon grumbles in his sleepwear and walks in to see bottles of Soju empty.

“Go to bed now.” Namjoon points at the bed, seeing you and Taehyung giggle at eachother. Face hot of alcohol and Taehyung blushing stripping off his black clothes before jumping on the bed.

Namjoon chuckling before leaving the room, making sure you locked the door. You and Taehyung shared drunk secrets and some drunk tears but at the end you had an amazing night with the one you missed so dearly.

Jeon Jungkook:

“Y/N! Come on the live!” Jungkook yells from his hotel room, you peeking out of the bathroom door. Your hair wet and your face fresh. Jungkook tilted his head and smiled giving you an indirect sign to hurry up.

“Give me a minute!” You yell out closing the door, Jungkook turning his head back to the camera snickering. “He’s going to be a bit late.” He leans towards the camera seeing the floods of comments pouring in.

“Tell him to come out anyway?” Jungkook read the comment out loud being flushed before shutting it down. “Only I get to see that. You guys get him on stage and what he shows there.” Jungkook winks going back to the comments.

You open the door, running the towel through your hair before setting it down and walking towards Jungkook, wrapping your hands around his shoulders giving him a bear squeeze.

“Baby.” You whisper in his ear kissing his neck. You gave a quick glance towards the comments seeing many “hello’s” and other people freaking out about the relationship.

“What did ARMY want? Hello! Welcome to our vlive. I apologize for showing up a little late.” You rubbed the back of your neck, grabbing a quick chair from behind you to sit next to Jungkook. “How was everyone’s day?” You ask trying to read as many comments before they get pushed away from the other comments.

“What did you plan to do this live?” You ask Jungkook turning. He was playing with his playlist deciding what music to play. “Hmm I wasn’t quite sure.”

“How does Jungkook’s lips taste?” You read widening your eyes, glancing at his lips before answering “like heaven”. Continuing to try to see the good questions you found another “How does touring with your boyfriend and band member work out?”

You passed on the question to Jungkook. Allowing him to think about the question before answering he finally replies with. “It’s a bit double edge sword, yeah I see him everyday and we are working towards our passions together. But on the downside we can’t really go out or when we come home we are exhausted and worn out.” Jungkook explains while you paid great attention to him nodding along with his points.

“Do you two cuddle?” Jungkook repeated a question.

“Of course I wouldn’t survive without him cuddling me to sleep.” Jungkook chuckled at that question, seeing that how much you two cuddle it’s like you were glued together.

“We should do a cuddle stream.” You suggested the idea seeing Jungkook be turned off immediately, questioning how it would work.

“How would we do that?”

“Like this!” You grabbed him from the couch, draping him over your shoulder while he yells out to put him down. Settling him down on the bed you went back to the camera waving “Goodbye! Have an amazing night and day!” Cutting it off for the day.

tags: @innamjesusipray

#bts x male reader #bts imagine #kpop x male reader #bts mlm #kpop mlm #bts hyung line #bts maknae line

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bbmyungho · 5 years ago

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Blank - Jeno

genre: angst, fluff, soulmate!au, highschool!au

idol/group: Jeno (NCT), NCT dream mention

"Um, excuse me, would you happen to know where Mr. Kwon's room is?" Jeno turned to see a girl dressed in a baby blue cotton dress and a long cream-colored cardigan, long black hair flowing prettily down her shoulders and back and a cute pair of round glasses covering her deep brown eyes.

"Uh, no, I don't. I can take you to the counselor's office, though? Surely they have a map or someone to walk you there." He offered sheepishly.

"Oh, yeah, that would be great." She smiled, gesturing for Jeno to lead the way as he closed his locker in defeat.

Where are you?

After dropping his companion (Eva) off at the office, he made his way to his next class, his mind once again accompanying his eyes on their short-lived journey to his wrist. His pale, blank wrist.

You see, everyone has a tattoo, from the time that they're born, of the first words their soulmate will ever speak to them. That is, everyone except for Jeno. He was born blank, and he'd remained so ever since. From all of the research he'd done, he figured he just didn't have a soulmate, plain and simple. The only cases he'd ever found of blanks were those who didn't have a soulmate, or maybe their soulmate had died. Still, he couldn't help hoping that, one day, just a little, tiny, faint scribble would find its way to his wrist.

"Maybe it's for the best. Or maybe I'm just delusional." He muttered, rubbing his wrist solemnly.

All of a sudden, he felt a heavy weight hit him from the side, an arm wrapping around his shoulder and pulling him close to the other party.

"Heya buddy, how'ya doin' on this fine Thursday afternoon?" Jeno's best friend, Jaemin, greeted rather quickly, a big smile plastered on his bright face.

"Hey, Jaem, I'm good. I assume the same goes for you?" He questioned, playfully shoving his friend off of his side.

"Incredible. The sun is shining, Mrs. Kim's not here, and I got us some snacks lined up for our study date tonight." He beamed, wrapping his arm around Jeno's shoulder once again and pulling him impossibly closer than before.

"Good for you, Jaem. What kinda snacks?" Jeno asked, pulling his jacket sleeve back down to cover his wrist as they made their way to their next period.

"All your favorites: chocolates, sour gummies, and I asked my mom if we could go get ramen afterwards." He smiled proudly.

"Thanks, Jaem. Can't wait."

"Mooooooommm! Your favorite child's home!!" Jaemin called, plopping his bag down next to the kitchen table as he announced his presence in his family home.

"Jeno!!" She exclaimed, playfully pushing past her biological child and hugging the other boy standing shyly next to his place at the table. "Oh, it's been so long!!" She cooed, cradling the boy's head.

"Hi, Mrs. Na." Jeno chuckled, smiling at Jaemin and giving his mom a side hug before scooting his chair from under the table.

Jaemin's family was basically Jeno's at this point, and vice versa, given the boys' closeness since childhood: if Jaemin wasn't at Jeno's house, then Jeno was at his. They were invited to every family function on each side, Christmases and family members' birthdays included, and every interaction was so natural from such an early age; Jaemin used to joke all the time that he and Jeno were actually soulmates, despite his wrist actually having words tattooed on it.

"Okay, Jen, ready to get started?" Jaemin asked, taking his seat after receiving a kiss on the head from his mother before she disappeared back into the rest of the house.

"Ready."

"Bro, hurry up and pack your stuff up, I'm hungry~" Jaemin whined, pouting as Jeno placed his books and papers carefully into his bag.

"I'm hungry too, Jaem, especially since someone ate the majority of the snacks he bought for us to share." Jeno said with a pointed look, zipping his bag shut and meeting his sullen friend at the door.

“I’m a growing boy, I need to eat a lot.” Jaemin pouted, rubbing his tummy pitifully.

Jeno just scoffed and smacked the side of his friend’s head playfully, opening the door for them and following Jaemin out into the cool afternoon air, finally in search of some ramen.

“Thank you, sir, please come again!” Renjun beamed as the last customer in line left, finally allowing him to lean on the counter and take a quick scan of the small convenience store he was currently working at. Luckily, just as Renjun was about to get bored restocking gum and chocolate bars, his friend and co-worker, y/n, came around from the shelves with a large smile on their face.

“Hey, where ya been?” He asked, smiling as they approached.

‘Stocking the aisles, cleaning the bathrooms. Trying to keep busy.’ They signed, smile widening before they tossed a pack of Renjun’s favorite chips on the counter. ‘And, I got you a snack; just so happened to come “punctured in the box.”’ They said, winking at him as they made their way around the counter and hopped up to take a seat. ‘I already slipped some money to Mr. Song.’

Renjun smiled gratefully at his friend, opening the chip bag and handing one to them before taking one for himself. While they waited for someone to enter the store, the two sat up at the counter, y/n every once in a while holding up something from nearby for Renjun to sign to them or playing tic-tac-toe on receipt papers. It was a typical slow day, but neither of the friends was complaining as they hoped that their manager would decide to close the store just five minutes earlier than usual.

‘Oh, I almost forgot, I need to wipe down and restock the cooler. Be right back.’ y/n nudged Renjun’s shoulder and disappeared into the back to take care of the maintenance before the boy could even get a word out.

He wouldn’t have had much to say anyways, because, almost as soon as they left, the bell above the door rang signalling the arrival of new customers.

“Hey, Renjun!” He heard someone call.

“Jaemin! Jeno! Hey, how’s it going?” He greeted the two walking in, Jaemin practically skipping to the counter with Jeno in tow behind him. “What brings you here?”

“Ramen. Got any good kinds?”

“I mean, we just have cup noodles and stuff in stock, but I could slip you some sauce packets or something from the break room to spice it up.” The boy offered, smiling.

“That would be great, thanks Jun.” Jeno thanked him, turning to the aisle behind him to sift through ramen flavors and snacks for him and his friend.

“Hey dude, you got the drinks and stuff? I’m gonna go ahead and put my stuff on the counter, I gotta use the bathroom real quick.” Jaemin said. Jeno just nodded, not paying the boy much mind at all as he continued to debate whether he wanted chicken or shrimp flavored ramen.

When he’d made his choice, he followed the sound of dull buzzing back to the drink coolers, deep in thought about what he was in the mood to drink that day, making a sharp turn around the back end of the aisle. Feeling a weight hit his chest, snapping out of his thoughts at the sound of bottles hitting the ground and rolling haphazardly every which way.

“I’m so sorry, here, I got it. Oh my God.” Jeno swiftly apologized, chasing a few bottles down the nearest aisle and scooping them up into his arms, hardly paying any mind to the person frantically trying to collect the bottles nearest to them on the floor. However, as soon as he turned around, the entire store went still. They were staring at him as if they’d seen a ghost, clutching their wrist, the bottles around them laying long forgotten. Jeno’s breath got caught in his throat at the sight of them, his mind straying to his own wrist. His thoughts wandered so intently from what had just happened that he actually almost forgot about the situation at hand, just about releasing the bottles from his arms. Almost.

And then he remembered.

Surely he didn’t have a soulmate.

The figure at the end of the aisle stood, approaching Jeno slowly, hand wandering towards his own wrists. The boy wanted to step away, tell them that he wasn’t it, but he felt like he couldn’t.

He dropped the bottles when they took his wrists in their hands and went to study them, a bright smile blooming on their face as he stared on in awe. Before he could register what they were doing, they whipped out their phone from their back pocket, typing something out with shaking hands before turning the note for him to read.

‘Do you know sign?’

Jeno looked up, eyes wide, studying the person’s face. He shook his head slightly, a mixture of emotions washing over him. Why’d I never learn?

‘That’s okay, I’m a fast typer :)’ They typed out in reply. And below that: ‘Hi, I’m y/n. It’s very nice to meet you.’

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dinoyoongi · 5 years ago

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Penguins, Concussions and Swear Words: A Love Story

SYNOPSIS: You’re the mascot for your university’s hockey team - The Ulsan Penguins, and pathetically infatuated with a player from your team’s biggest rival.

PAIRING: Yoongi x Reader

GENRE: Romance

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: 7099

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my prompt for @btsboulangerie monthly prompt! August’s prompt is a Sports AU using the quote: You did that on purpose, didn’t you? As I don’t know a single thing about sports, this AU was really challenging for me to write. But fake it til you make, amiright?! There will be wrong hockey references since I googled for a lot of my information. There will also be a lot of grammatical errors since I’m finishing this half asleep at 5am. But I hope you all enjoy! Please hop over to @btsboulangerie and check out the rest of the fabulous AUs!

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Has anyone ever seen that stupid, cliché movie about the shy, introverted college girl who moonlights as the university's mascot and is hopelessly in love with the star player of a rival hockey team who doesn't even know she exists?

No? That's because it's not a movie. It's just your ridiculously sad life.

It's already sweltering underneath the polyester and foam layers of your costume, but when Min Yoongi glides past you on the ice with that signature scowl on his face, a thick blanket of nerves wraps tightly around your body, making you feel impossibly warmer. The game hasn't even begun and you're already drenched in your own perspiration, your hair and clothing clinging to your skin and no doubt only adding to the levels of stench that line the inside fabric – most of which definitely belong to you.

Most of the women in this arena would be swooning over other players tonight; Park Jimin who is quite possibly the most beautiful human in existence, Jeon Jungkook who only has to flash the protruding veins on his forearms to get women to fall at his feet and Kim Taehyung who always has the poise of somebody who just stepped out of a painting – just to name a few. The trio were star players on your university's team – the Ulsan Penguins – and largely responsible for the mass amounts of scantily clad women risking pneumonia in their low-cut tops and miniskirts, hoping to catch the team's attention. But your eyes couldn't linger on your team for too long. Like a sickness, you find yourself searching for the familiar mop of dark brown hair.

You audibly sigh when you seek him out, muttering angrily to himself before rearing back and kicking the shin of one of his teammates. Min Yoongi was perpetually angry, slouchy and generally just rough around the edges. His muscles weren't ripped and the only kind of artful poise he possessed was one from a Jackson Pollock painting.

You don't have the slightest idea why your heart has decided that he's the one hanging your moon and stars.

“Y/N!” a voice calls your name loudly from behind the barrier. Waddling your costume in the direction of the voice, you find one of the student coaches leaning against the divider. “There you are! I've been looking all over for you.”

You scoff in disbelief. “Jin, I'm in a six foot penguin costume. You must not have been looking very hard.”

He rolls his eyes before slapping a thick stack of papers into the penguin's glove and closing the extended fingers around it. “The school wants you to pass out these event calendars tonight. Try to give them to our side only. They'll end up crumpled in the parking lot if you give any to Daegu.”

He spits out the rival team's name as if he had just tasted a rotten pickle. You sigh dramatically, hoping the sound is loud enough through the barrier of the costume for Jin to hear. A typical game night consists of bopping around to some music, motioning for the crowd to cheer and applause and posing for a few photos with children. Your one-on-one interaction is strictly limited and that's why you don't really mind this gig so much. Now you have to approach people?

This is seriously going to cut into your Yoongi watching time.

“Aigoo, you have to be pleasant for a change? It must be difficult for you, I'm sure,” Jin teases with a playful chuckle, his head bobbing sympathetically. You lunge toward him in retaliation but the penguin suit doesn't allow for quick movements. Jin is already shouldering his way through the crowd before you can even waddle forward. Huffing, you turn back toward Yoongi. He's seated on a bench, his body hunched forward to secure the laces of his skates. Teammates that you haven't cared enough to learn the names of surround him, laughing boisterously at their own jokes and you're fortunate enough to catch the tiniest upturn of the left side of Yoongi's mouth.

And it's like all of your insides have turned to jelly.

The first time you ever laid eyes on Yoongi, he was wearing this exact same smirk. It was roughly six months ago, your first night taking on the job as Olly the Ulsan Penguin. While your classes, books and dorm expenses were taken care of thanks to grants, scholarships and the college funds that your parents had been contributing to since the day you were born, you often found yourself without pocket change. In true college student fashion, you ate ramen. You ate ramen a lot. You ate ramen so much that the possibility of undigested noodles showing up on an x-ray of your gut seems highly, highly likely. Basically, you were sick of ramen and decided to do something about it. The pay for parading around as PJ the Penguin was meager and wouldn't satisfy most students, but it was more than enough to keep your small kitchen well stocked. And you haven't had to even think about ramen since receiving your first paycheck.

You had been on your way to rink, snacking on a small bag of chips as you walked because you hadn't had dinner that day. As you reached for the door handle, it suddenly burst open, startling you so much that you lost your footing fell square on your ass. While you were on the ground, your precious bag of chips were still midair. You reached your hand out to catch them but before they could hit the ground, a foreign hand appeared out of nowhere and snatched them.

“Save!” a voice yelled obnoxiously. Your eyes followed the hand that now holds your snack to the body of a boy who was probably around your age, decked out completely in hockey gear. He's flanked by a few others in matching jerseys. “Thanks for the chips, stranger!”

“Those are mine!” you had cried indignantly as if you were a toddler who didn't want to share a toy. His only response was a coy grin before he emptied the contents of the bag into his mouth, making sure every last crumb was down his throat before he crumpled the bag and threw it back in your direction. His friends had cackled and howled as if it was the funniest thing they've ever seen, praising the disgusting action as they walked away from you.

You were still on the ground, still gaping in disbelief, when a fresh, unopened bag of chips was thrust into your face. Following this hand, you found Min Yoongi on the other end. He was wearing the same gear and the same jersey as the jerks before him. He was also wearing the smirk, that deadly tip of the side of his mouth that sunk the hook into your chest and never came out. You cautiously accepted the crisps with an uncertain nod of gratitude. He gifted you one more dangerous smirk before he had sauntered away to catch up with the rest of his team.

You remember your mouth being so dry that you couldn't even eat the new bag of chips.

The obnoxious horn that signals the beginning of a game brings you back to reality. Yoongi has disappeared from his previous spot, no doubt huddled at the players bench with his coach. You sigh, your eyes moving toward the stack of papers still clutched in the costume's glove. Maybe if you approached big groups or large families, you could get rid of the majority of the calendars in one fell swoop. Nodding in agreement with your own plan, you waddle over to the first large family you see; a disorderly group of six with two very haggard adults and four very rambunctious children. The kids screech when you approach, leaping off of the bleachers to lunge at you. The thickness of the penguin costume comes in handy during times like these as the fabric guards you from their prying fingers. After handing them a few of the calendars and posing for a few pictures with the children who you were positive were making obscene gestures from beside you, you move onto another large group. Twenty minutes later, you're leaning against the barrier in exhaustion. You've successfully gotten rid of the stack of calendars and you've been studiously avoiding Jin in case in tried to give you more.

“Look boys, it's Olly,” you hear a voice declare from behind. Twirling around, you face four teenage boys – well, three teenage boys that you're sure of; the fourth looks older, larger and like he could rip this costume to pieces with his bare hands. And judging by the dark look on his face … you think he's probably going to. Giving the boys a quick wave and a quick bow, you unlatch the barrier door and move yourself onto the ice so you can move to where the team is seated. You know that you'll most likely be reprimanded for this as it was 100% against the rules for anyone who isn't an active player or referee to be on the ice while a game is in play, but with the puck being tossed around on the opposite side of the arena, you hoped that if you moved quickly enough, you could slide to the team corner without disturbing the game.

“What's wrong, Olly? Aren't you supposed to spread some team spirit? I'm not feeling very cheery right now,” the large boy taunts, leaning over the barrier to inch closer to you.

Okay, this kid is definitely giving off the vibe of somebody who rips the legs off of spiders for fun. You need to get out of there quickly.

Lifting a foot, you use your weight to push yourself forward. With the softness of the costume, you know that you'll be able to slide right to your target. But … you're not moving. You grip the barrier for support as you attempt to move yourself again. Instead of going forward, you're yanked backwards roughly. The force knocks you against the barrier and despite the thick layers of fabric between the costume and your body, you feel the wall knock into your spine painfully.

“I said,” his seethes viciously, his face close to the head of the costume. “Where is my team spirit?”

Those are his last words before he lets you go, using his brute strength to shove you as hard as he can. You feel yourself flying backwards, your arms flailing to hopefully catch your fall. To anyone else, this might have been a funny sight. Olly the Ulsan Penguin literally in the air, flapping his wings in a desperate attempt to fly. Some might even think this was a planned stunt to make the children laugh.

But this was very accidental, very real and was about to get very painful.

You jam your eyes shut and hope that the players are still dominating the other half of the arena so that at the very least, you won't interrupt the game and cause Ulsan any penalties. But since this is your sad life, nothing really works out the way that you hope it does.

You crash right into a player. Hard.

Your body sweeps his legs right out from under him and he falls onto the top of you, your head bouncing painfully onto the cold, hard surface of the ice. The impact cuts your senses immediately; your vision going dark, only hazy bits of stars floating around and you feel as if you're hearing everything through a tin can. You can make out the sound of loud shouts and booing as you struggle to lift your head.

But before you can remove yourself from the ice, somebody does it for you.

“You did that on purpose, didn't you? You're dead, you piece of shit.”

A hand grabs the front of the costume, impressively jerking your body off of the ice as if the weight was nothing. You're startled when the mascot head is ripped off from your shoulders, the bright lights of the arena making your already throbbing head swell with even more pain. The first thing you register is that you are face-to-face with Min Yoongi, so close that you could lean forward and brush your lips against his cheek. The second thing you register is the murderous look on his face, his arm pulled back and fist clenched so tightly that the veins on his hands looked as if they were about to burst. All it takes is the sight of his fist and you're cowering, lowering your head into your arms in a pathetic attempt to block you from any punches.

You've never been hit by anyone in your life. You can't believe Yoongi – the boy you've been admiring from afar for half of a year – is going to be the first.

“Don't you lay a fucking finger on her!” voices snarl loudly in the distance. There's a commotion and your body is dropped. Luckily, arms surround you before your head can hit the ice again. “Are you out of your mind?”

Now that the voices are near, you can distinguish them clearly belonging to Jin and Namjoon, the two student coaches for the Ulsan Penguins and your direct supervisors on game nights. Namjoon's tan, bulky arms slip under your armpits to pull you onto your feet, hands holding your shoulders in place as your body wobbles woozily.

“I didn't know, okay?” Yoongi defends angrily. “Your dickhead players have been harassing me all week. What I was supposed to think when your team's mascot knocks me on my fucking ass?”

“I'm sorry,” you mumble, hopefully loud enough for Yoongi to hear. The throbbing in your head is only intensifying with every passing minute and you find it hard to raise your own voice. Jin chuckles humorlessly. “Y/N, don't apologize. It was an accident. It's not your fault that this asshole is a thoughtless neanderthal.”

You watch the anger on Yoonig's face morph into rage as he unfastens his helmet and whips it to the ground. There's a collective gasp in the arena as Yoongi takes a daring step toward Jin, his chest lifted threateningly. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“Jin,” you call weakly, tapping on Namjoon's arm to reason with the taller boy. He sighs, keeping one hand on your shoulder and using the other to pull Jin back by the hood of his sweater. The referee chooses now to interfere, pushing hands on the chests of both Yoongi and Jin to back them away from each other. A man who appears to be a few years older than you jogs over, standing beside Yoongi with a menacing expression.

“Accident? Really? What reason was there for your mascot to be on the ice? We will be reviewing security footage and if it looks like any kind of foul play is involved, we'll be contacting your university disciplinary board,” he warns, his finger pointing in your direction. You lower your head in shame.

“Knock it off, Hoseok. Let's just get back to the damn game,” Yoongi mutters, slapping his coach's hand away from you. He turns on his heel to walk away and you can't help but notice the slight limp in his step, the way his body tenses when he puts pressure on his left leg. How badly had you injured him? Would it affect this game, this season? The thought of Yoongi's hockey career ending before it really begins because of you is terrifying and for a moment, you believe you've begun to shed tears when you feel a cool liquid drop onto your cheek. When Namjoon turns to face you, though, he gasps at the sight.

“Y/N! Fuck, you're bleeding. Jin, she's got a pretty nasty head wound. Why don't you take her over to the campus hospital and I'll stay for the rest of the game?”

Jin agrees, and you're led carefully off of the ice and through the hushed audience, the majority of which have their phones locked in your direction. No doubt there are already videos being uploaded to social media and by this time tomorrow, you know that the incident will have spread like wildfire. This would be okay if Yoongi hadn't exposed your identity by removing Olly's head. You could be whoever you wanted to be inside the costume. But outside of the costume? You were a nobody. You were the nameless loner girl who was just there, focusing on her studies and watching anime to avoid social interaction any chance she got. You were overlooked and forgotten and your existence was only acknowledged by a handful of people. People will know who you are now, sure, but you can't find a reason to be happy about it when you know your name will be accompanied by insults and laughter.

Jin maneuvers you through the parking lot to his car. On the way, you pass university cops detaining the four teenagers that lit the flame on this entire garbage fire of an evening. The large one that shoved you sneers as you get closer, and even though your limbs feel as if they weigh a million pounds, you find enough strength to lift your hand and raise your middle finger. He's sputtering in disbelief as Jin opens the passenger side door for you, gently guiding your body onto the seat and buckling you in. The moment the back of your head touches the soft comfort of the headrest, you feel your consciousness begin to fade.

“Y/N? Wake up. I can't let you go to sleep in case you have a concussion.”

You groan, your eyes popping open to see the window scenery move as Jin pulls out of the parking lot. The motion makes you instantly dizzy and you close your eyes again. “You need to talk to me then. I want to sleep so bad.”

“Okay. Let me think,” he hums as he contemplates. “Should I begin with scolding you for being on the ice? You know it's against the rules, Y/N. If you were being attacked, you could have yelled out and any one of us would have heard you. Also, you should never-”

“Screw this. I'm going to sleep,” you interrupt, tilting your head away from him.

Jin chuckles. “Did you at least pass out all the calendars?”

“Every single one of them.”

“That's good. I was worried you wouldn't have enough time to ogle Min Yoongi tonight,” he teases. Your eyes pop open in surprise, your neck whipping in his direction. You wince when the action conjures a trill of sharp pain in your head.

“What are you talking about? Why would I ogle Min Yoongi?” you ask, nervous laughter bubbling up from your throat. Jin rolls his eyes dramatically.

“Oh, please. It's clear as day to anybody who is in that arena that you're in love with him. I wasn't going to say anything but we've had some complaints from parents that Olly hasn't been very peppy. It seems like whenever Namjoon and I find you, you're leaning against the barrier to watch him.”

You scoff as if it's the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard. “I'm in a penguin costume. The eyes are plastic – how the hell can you tell where I'm watching?”

“Y/N,” Jin sighs, casting you a knowing side-glance. Your shoulders slump in defeat.

“I'm not in love with him. I don't really know him. I just … I guess it's a really, really big crush,” you confess quietly. “One that kind of went up in flames tonight. He won't ever want anything to do with me now – not that I ever stood a chance before any of this anyway.”

“Are you fishing for compliments?” Jin teases again. You roll your eyes. This man was completely incapable of being serious. “I'm not going to offer you words of wisdom but in my opinion? You are way too good for Min Dick.”

“Are you only saying that because he plays for Daegu?”

He snaps his fingers. “That would be correct.”

“I don't know why I'm talking to you right now,” you mutter to yourself, leaning your head back but using every inch of willpower left inside of you to keep your eyes open. Minutes pass by in silence. From the street signs and buildings outside the window, you know that you'll be pulling up to the hospital soon.

“Y/N? Don't put yourself down, okay?”

Jin's sudden seriousness surprises you. “What are-”

“You're too hard on yourself. If I wasn't already in a devoted relationship and had met you earlier on, I really think I would have asked you out. And I'm not the only one.”

You chuckle in disbelief. “Whatever you say, Jin.”

“No, I'm being sincere. There are some members on the team who gawk at you like you gawk at Min Dick. All I'm saying is that if things don't work out with Min Dick, there are Ulsan players who will gladly fulfill your puck bunny fantasies.”

“If I had the strength, I would pinch you so hard right now. One – stop calling him Min Dick. And two – I am most definitely not a puck bunny,” you argue as Jin pulls the car into emergency parking.

“Oh, you're right. Sorry, sorry. You're a Min Dick bunny,” he clarifies obnoxiously, his windshield-wiper laughter deafening and grating. You groan loudly.

“All I want in my life right now is for you to be hit by a car,” you tell him earnestly. Jin laughs even harder.

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Unfortunately for you, most of the campus has chosen tonight to be clumsy. You've been on a bed surrounded by curtains for well over two hours now, only visited once by a nurse to inject a small dose of morphine into your IV and hook you up to what seems like hundreds of bedside monitors. They're running around like headless chickens on the other side of your curtains, people crying of gashes and broken bones, overdoses and seizures. Jin had been by your side faithfully for the first forty-five minutes but after taking a phone call from his very upset girlfriend, you sent him on his way with the promise that you would message him from your laptop when you got back to the dorms.

With your phone tucked away in the Ulsan locker room, you're left with nothing but your thoughts to keep you occupied. Your mind replays tonight's events over and over and over, a torturous loop that adds to your misery a little more every time you run through it. The way his knees buckled when you slammed into him, the fury in his eyes when he pulled the Olly head away from you, the protruding veins on his hand as he balled his fingers into the tightest fist he could. A fist that he was going to use on you and not in the good way.

Not that … not that you would know anything about the good way. Or maybe you do. You might be a virgin but you're not a clueless virgin. A very x-rated mental picture paints itself in your head of Yoongi using his fist the good way. Your cheeks immediately flush red and you can't stop the barrage of embarrassed giggles that suddenly plague you.

Wow, this morphine is intense. You're still giggling by yourself when the curtain is abruptly yanked back. The giggles catch in your throat and you emit the most earsplitting loud hiccup that has ever come from you before. You slap your hands over your mouth in horror when you realize who is standing in front of your bed.

Min Dick.

No, wait. It's Min Yoongi.

You're engulfed in a mixture of giggles and hiccups. Your hysteria attracts the attention of hospital staff and a few other patients, prompting Yoongi to pull the curtains shut so that it's just the two of you.

“Jin said they had given you some morphine but you're a real lightweight, aren't you?” he sighs, pulling a stray chair up to your bedside and sitting down next to you.

“Min Dick,” you mumble in mirth, lifting your fingers to wipe the moisture from your eyes. Yoongi's jaw drops open.

“What did you just call me? Are you the one who came up with that nickname?”

His accusation sobers you almost instantly.

“Did you come to yell at me?” you ask quietly. You want to wince at how pitiful and small your own voice sounds. Yoongi looks freshly showered; his dark hair damp and flopping over a red headband. He smells of soap and cologne, the two scents combining to form a tantalizing aroma. You want to groan. You even have a crush on his scent.

Yoongi sighs, running a hand through the back of his hair. “No, I'm sorry. I actually came to apologize.”

You can feel your eyes comically widening. “Apologize? What for? I should be apologizing to you. I knocked into you pretty hard.”

“But we reviewed the footage. You were shoved by that little shit-eater,” he pauses, his face tinging slightly pink as he apologizes quickly for his language, “and you really flew. I'm the one who overreacted and assumed you were intentionally attacking me so … I'm sorry. I think I really scared you.”

He shifts his body and you suddenly notice the white bandage wrapped around his left knee. You gasp loudly. “Did I do that to your leg? Is it broken? Will you be able to play in the next game? Oh my god -”

Yoongi seems startled by your onslaught of worries. “I ruined your hockey career, didn't I? You're going to have to choose another profession but you're always going to look back and hate me for taking your passion away from you. I am so sorry. Oh my god, I-”

“Y/N, will you stop?” Yoongi leans over and places his hand over your mouth. The feel of his skin against your lips shuts you up immediately, your cheeks so heated that you could probably scramble an egg on them. “This is not the plot of some dumb teen movie. Hockey is not my passion, you did not ruin my career and my leg is only bruised but they wrapped it as a precaution. Should I go grab you a pen and paper so you can write the next big Hallmark movie?”

Eyes wide, you shake your head no. Yoongi smirks as he removes his hand from your mouth and sits back down.

“I don't think we've officially met,” he says, jutting his palm in your direction. You fold your fingers around his, internally squealing at how your hand fits perfectly in his. “I'm Min Yoongi. It's nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“We've actually met before,” you tell him, recalling the smirk on his face when he had held the bag of chips out to you. Your face burns even hotter at the memory.

“But we never introduced ourselves back then.”

You eyebrows raise in surprise. You were so positive that your first interaction with Yoongi was one-sided, that you were just a casual happenstance in his evening. “Do you actually remember what I'm talking about?”

“Of course I do,” he scoffs as if he's offended. “My teammates were being immature little asshats -” he breaks out into a sheepish grin at the vulgar language - “and I swooped in and saved the day.”

“Saved the day? You replaced my bag of half-eaten chips. Sorry, Yoongi, but you're no Iron Man.”

The morphine makes you confident enough to be coy with him and it works, he laughs heartily, a gummy grin splitting across his face. The sight of it blooms a new kind of throbbing in your chest; an exciting kind that has goosebumps lining the length of your arm.

“How long do you have to stay here for? Do you have a ride home?” he asks a few moments later when a tense silence envelopes the small curtained-off area. You shake your head.

“I haven't even been seen yet. I'll worry about a way home when I'm done.”

His brows furrow in confusion. “Didn't you and Jin come straight here from the arena? That was two and a half hours ago. Nobody has been in here to examine your head?”

“I guess there are other patients who take priority tonight.”

“Priority?” Yoongi stands up, anger marring his features. “Your head literally bounced off of the ice. You have a concussion for sure and they're keeping you waiting for two hours? That's fucking unacceptable.”

“Yoongi -” you reach out to grab the sleeve of his white hoody but he shakes you off, pulling the curtains back with enough force to yank down the entire steel frame and disappearing around the corner. “Yoongi, it's okay. Don't-”

“Excuse me!” you hear him demand loudly from the front desk. “My friend has a head injury and has been kept waiting for over two hours. Are you planning on treating her concussion anytime soon or are you waiting for her to pass out and die in her sleep? Because if that happens, I will personally rain hellfire down onto all of you. Got it? Y/N L/N. Put her at the top of the list right now.”

The look of smugness on his face when he returns to your bedside has you giggling again.

“I think every person on this floor heard you screaming. It's so quiet in here now.”

He shrugs, kicking his legs up as if it was his intention. “I can't help it that people find me scary. It has its advantages though.”

“I don't find you scary.”

He frowns, his gaze dropping down to his lap. “You were, though. You were scared of me today. On the ice.”

“You had your fist raised as if you were going to sucker-punch. Of course I was scared. Anyone would be. But I wasn't scared of you … just at the thought of being sucker-punched.”

“Again, I'm sorry. I really thought you were-”

“Yoongi, stop apologizing. It was an accident and misunderstanding. I blame my concussion on the man-child that Hulk tossed me halfway across the ice. You were just an innocent bystander. I'm sorry about your knee.”

Yoongi chuckles, his head shaking in disbelief. “You have an open wound on your head and you're apologizing to me for a little bruise on my knee? You're something else.”

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It's only ten minutes later when a doctor slips in to examine your head. His eyes land on Yoongi and he gulps in fear, his attention scrambling back to the clipboard. Yoongi's gaze meets yours and he smirks, pursing his lips as he nods and kicks his leg up over his knee. You have to hide your mouth in the palm of your hand to restrain your giggles. As expected, there is an open wound on the top of your head. Only four stitches were needed to close the wound but the immeasurably pain of having your head sewed shut leaves you even woozier than before. Yoongi stays beside you the entire time, reaching over at one point to grip your hand tightly in his own. The gesture doesn't lessen the pain but provides you with a sense of comfort, like the warmest, thickest blanket on a chilly day. You can't imagine the misery of having to go through this ordeal alone.

“We're sending you home with some pain medication. Take one tablet every eight hours until they're gone. The next ten hours are the most dangerous. If you plan on sleeping, you need somebody to wake you up every hour to make sure you're okay. Do you have somebody that can do that for you? If not, you're going to need to stay here overnight.”

You're sure everybody in the room can tell by the way your face drops what your answer is. The only person you can think of that would even consider baby-siting you all night is Jin. But after the strife you caused with his girlfriend earlier, you decide not to poke the bear and leave them be.

“I guess I'm staying-” “I'll watch her.”

You and Yoongi speak at the same time but all sets of eyes in the room move toward the boy with the red headband. “I can watch her overnight. No problem.”

“Yoongi, no. You're probably exhausted from your game and need the rest more than I do. I don't mind staying here. Honestly.”

“Honestly, Y/N, I don't mind. I'm not that exhausted. Do you have a couch I can crash on? I'll set my alarm for every hour. Besides, I can't leave you here. I don't trust them. It took them so long to actually examine you, imagine how long they'd let you sleep.”

“Yoongi,” you scold, nodding apologetically to the doctor and nurse who tense at the insults. “I guess I have somebody so you can discharge me whenever you'd like.”

You're sure they'd love to get you out of there as soon as they possibly can.

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“Sorry if it's messy. I didn't expect company today. Well, I never expect any company but … never mind. I'll stop talking.”

“Why do women always complain that their places are messy when they're always super clean?” Yoongi mutters, hand still gripping your arm as his eyes take in the expanse of your dorm room. You were lucky enough to score a single room and have never been as grateful about it as you are right now.

“Been in a lot of women's places?”

He huffs. “Shut up. Where do you want to lay down? Your bed?”

“How about the couch? I have a massive reclining chair that you can rest on. It's super comfortable so you can stretch out as much as you'd like.”

Thankfully, since you are a big advocate for naps, you already have various blankets and pillows strewn about the living room. After making sure that Yoongi has the cleanest, fluffiest bedding you own, you stretch yourself out on the couch, hissing when your head rubs against the fabric of the pillow.

“Easy, easy. What are you trying to do – rip your stitches open?” Yoongi asks sarcastically, his hand guiding your head gently down onto the pillow. You hope he can't hear how loud your heart is drumming in your chest right now. “I've set my alarms for every hour. When you're up for good, let me know, okay?”

“Okay,” I squeak, watching as he settles himself onto the chair. His body exhales a sigh of contentedness as he pulls the blanket to his chin. “Yoongi?”

He hums in response.

“Thank you. For this. It means a lot to me.”

“You're welcome,” he mumbles. Silence follows, nothing but the buzzing of your refrigerator and the occasional student loudly passing your door. Your eyes are heavy and you feel as if you're right on the brink of sleep when Yoongi clears his throat. “So … you're not … you don't have a boyfriend?”

Well, that certainly wakes you up.

All you can do is laugh at his ridiculous question. “What would make you think I have a boyfriend? He'd be a pretty shitty one if he let me hang out in the ER with some guy that isn't him all night.”

“Point taken. I just always saw you in the arena for short amounts of time. I always thought you were dating a player for Ulsan and that's why you hung around so much. But I guess it's because you're their mascot so … you don't have a boyfriend.”

“I don't have a boyfriend,” you confirm, slightly bewildered that this conversation is even happening and wondering if you maybe slipped into dreamland without realizing it. The sting of pain after a quick pinch to your arm proves that to be false. “Is this information relevant to anything or are you just curious?”

“Curiosity, I guess,” he says and slashes any hopes you had of him asking you out. “How long have you been the penguin?”

“About six months. It's easy money and Jin and Namjoon are really great bosses.”

He hums in response before silence ensues. Minutes go by without any sound and you feel yourself slipping into sleep again when he groans frustratingly. You raise your head off of the pillow, watching as he pushes himself to a sitting position.

“What's wrong? Are the pillows not comfortable? You can have the ones on my bed if you-”

“Y/N, stop talking. I want to say this so don't interrupt me because I'm not good at stuff like this and honestly I'm really terrified so I just need you to listen-”

“Yoongi, take a breath-”

“Shhh! Don't interrupt!” he scolds, his eyes fierce on yours. You shrink back into the cushions of your couch. “Jesus, why is this so hard? Okay, I'm just going to come right out and fucking say it – I think you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I was really fucking relieved just now when you confirmed that you don't have a boyfriend.”

You had already been to the hospital for a concussion tonight but you might just have to go back for the massive heart-attack you're about to have. Did Yoongi just confess? Was that a confession? Is this real life right now?

“Now you can talk so … please say something,” he pleads. You clear your throat. What do you even say? I accept? I think you're beautiful too? I've been obsessed with you for six months? No, none of those seem appropriate.

“Is this a prank, Yoongi? Are you joking or are you being serious?”

He groans. “I know I can be an asshole but I'm not that much of an asshole. I'm being dead serious, Y/N.”

You don't know what to say but you know what you want to do. Where was all that confidence from the hospital? You need another dose of morphine right about now. Gulping down your nervousness, you sit up and pull the blanket back with trembling fingers. Rising from the couch, you approach a gobsmacked Yoongi who does nothing but gape at you as you crawl onto the recliner chair and settle yourself next to him. When you're nestled comfortably against his side, you take a deep breath, lean up and kiss him quickly on the cheek.

When you open your eyes, he's grinning down at you.

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“Where are you? Pick up, pick up,” you chant to yourself, phone to your ear as you scour the arena for the familiar floppy hair of your boyfriend. Daegu is playing Ulsan again tonight and you were originally scheduled to be in the Olly costume. However, a change in the due date for one of your term papers had you desperate for the afternoon free. Jin had graciously agreed to let you off for the evening and you had literally just clicked submit ten minutes ago, rushing out of the dorm to meet Yoongi before his game ends.

The game is clearly over, random players milling about the ice, children taking shots into the goal posts. You spot Olly in the corner, waving goodbye to children exiting the arena. You're wondering who Jin roped into wearing the costume tonight when a pair of pale arms slip around Olly's waist from behind, engulfing the penguin in a romantic back hug. The children gasp at the intimacy and upon squinting hard enough, your jaw drops when you see who the arms belong to.

“Oh, no, Yoongi,” you mumble to yourself through your own quiet laughter.

Yoongi was clearly not aware that you called off today.

Olly flails his arms and pulls himself away to escape the grasp of your boyfriend but Yoongi pulls the penguin in even closer, fingers splaying out to caress the feathers on the stomach. Children gawk and adults laugh at Yoongi's silliness but you know that right now he's actually trying his hardest to be romantic. You appreciate it but … you just wish it was with you.

Deciding that enough is enough, you cross the bleachers to where the two are still locked in a lover's embrace. Yoongi's eyes are closed as he uses his weight to sway both him and the poor soul stuck in the costume back and forth.

You clear your throat. “Min Yoongi, are you cheating on me?”

You regret not having your phone out to record his reaction. His eyes snap open immediately, neck snapping around to face you. His bewildered gaze moves quickly between you and Olly, Olly and you, before he realizes that it's not you he's caressing so romantically.

“Jagi, what the fuck? Why aren't you in the costume?” his voice is loud and frantic as he backs away from the mascot. “And who the fuck is in the costume if you're not?”

Like a scene straight out of Scooby-Doo, Yoongi leans up and snatches Olly's head off of the shoulders. Jin's sheepish face stares back at the both of you before he breaks out into his windshield-wiper laugh.

“And I would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for you meddling Y/N!” Jin exclaims through his chuckles. “By the way, you are a very lucky girl. He's got a tight grip on him.”

“Shut up, Jin,” you squeak, pushing him away. You grab Yoongi's hand and yank him in the opposite direction before your boss can say anything else that will humiliate you and enrage your boyfriend. It isn't until you've reached the stairwell leading to the locker room that you break down into much deserved laughter.

“I'm going to kick his ass one of these days, I swear,” Yoongi mumbles, but he can't help but grin at the sight of you laughing so carelessly. “Stop laughing, Y/N. I'm traumatized.”

“You're traumatized? Really?” you ask as he tugs you closer to his body. His fingers trail down your spine, leaving a satisfying burn in their path.

“Yes, I wanted to hold my girlfriend, not your asshole boss. Now you'll have to do something to erase him from my memory.”

You smirk, lifting yourself up on your toes to capture his lips in a searing kiss. He's breathless when you pull away. “Good enough? Still thinking of my boss?”

He grins against your lips, moving you forward until your back is against the wall. “Nope, Jin is a pretty handsome guy. I'm going to need a lot more than that.”

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hanniiesuckle17 · 6 years ago

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Dating Jeon Jungkook

Dating jeon jungkook wow you scored bitch

why don’t we start with how you met

2 am convience store

you wanted some ramen

and he needed more coffee since he was probably going to be working in the studio all night

too lazy to go back home (same reader, same) you sat at the counter and ate your cup of noodles listening to some music from a random playlist on your phone

the bell rang signaling someone else entered the store

you paid no mind to the boy wearing the black face mask and sweatpants. he wasn’t more attention grabbing than your ramen

wow savage

however, he took notice of you

he often came to this store and usually no one but the clerk was around

you broke his normalcy

i know how rude of you to not know this was his convenience store that he didn’t own

at first he was puzzled

then he started to recognize how pretty you were

dont say otherwise reader you fuckin gorgeous

anyway...for once he decided to not just grab a bag of coffee and just buy a cup

he set the cup on the counter and slid into the seat next to you

obviously you were like

dude wtf who are you why you sitting here you feeling rapey go away with your creepy mask pervert

so you do the natural thing

you move to the next seat

good job reader stranger danger is no goddamn joke

Its 2 am

you look over at him to see him just fiddling with his cup

was he talking to someone else?

there was no one else in the store

Usually I'm the only one here at 2 am. I'm Jungkook, by the way

he pulled down his mask to take a sip of his coffee revealing the rest of his face

screw stranger danger this guy was unbelievably beautiful

Its 2 am. why are you here

he smiles and turns to look at you

I'm just looking for something to find

i nodded. Hot. Deep. Aesthetic. Did the man sing and shit rainbows too?

What about you

I came for the ramen. Simple things in life.

he laughed showing off his smile

the two of you ended up laughing and talking for the next hour

No! I'm really not lying! She can't eat bread if its cut diagonally. It's so weird!

he laughed again before looking at you for a moment

I'm severely fighting the urge to ask you our right now.

it took you my surprise

Well I already lost twenty minutes ago. You wanna go out sometime?

YES READER YOU GET IT BITCH

Anyway let's get on to actually dating kookie

literally the biggest fluff ball ever

he never really had time to date when he was a trainee so he makes up for it when he is with you

he legitimately loves doing all the cheesy couple things

golden maknae doesn't care what his hyungs think

PDA FOR LIFE

you can not get this boy off of you

Jungkook let me go for a sec, I can't breathe

Who needs air when I have you

I do. I still need air

loves to hold your waist

not really a hand holder, but will always have an arm around your waist

bringing him snacks when he is working late at the studio

having all of your firsts in the studio

LITERALLY

boy needs a break get him out of there

likes working with you either in his lap or in the room

jokingly recorded you in the booth one time when you wanted to try it out

thought your voice was really pretty so he saved it and used it as a back track for one of their songs

all of your dates either happen late at night or at your place so paparazzi wont catch you

he accidentally met your parents after three months of dating

he came over early one day since he had half a day off and he just walked through the door of your apartment

immediately froze seeing to people he didnt know (you went to the kitchen to get something)

legit thought he walked into the wrong apartment

your parents thought he was a creep or a thief so they shouted for you as he started to back out

you had to reassure him that everything was okay and then introduced him

your parents absolutely love him

still call him the door creep occasionally

he was so nervous the whole time

all this boy wanted to do was come home for cuddles after a long day and then was met with the pressure of meeting your parents

he has the worst luck

couldn't help the bunny smile from creeping onto his face when your hand slipped into his under the table to reassure him

you guys have the most supportive relationship

everytime something good happens to you at work the next day there is a bouquet of flowers on your desk

a year and a half into the relationship he moves in with you

always offering to pay to get a bigger place

shutting him up and telling him you like the place now

does this thing where he purposely leaves dirty coffee cups everywhere so when hes half asleep he just has to look on the bathroom counter and grab a coffee cup to refill

pisses you off so much

every week or so going around the apartment with a laundry basket and collecting all the cups

found one in the shower once

he is so confused the next morning when there isnt a new cup by his shoes in the closet

the process just restarts

doesnt actually get a chance to talk to you about coming out to the public

happened on accident

you guys were always super careful when you did go out at night

you made a snack run to the convenience store at about 3 am and made sure Kookie was wearing a mask

but the man just loves you and wants to pda

pulled down his mask for a second to kiss you in the chip aisle

pulled away to see some girl with her phone out taking a picture

when she saw you noticed she took off

kookie was so stressed about the whole thing

he really didnt want you in the media until he was sure army would be okay with it

rushed back to the studio which caused a fight

ended with him apologizing and telling you he loved you for the first time

You make me so angry sometimes. All I want to do is protect you because I love you so much

you kinda just stood there in silence

he clearly knew what he said

he was staring back at you calmly with his head in his hand

bout to respond when Jin knocked on the door and asked jungkook if he left his worldwide handsome water bottle in the studio

WE ARE DOING SOMETHING IMPORTANT HERE HYUNG

shut the door in his face

laughing you hugged him wrapping your arms around his midsection

I love you too you idiot

next time I'll keep my mask on I promise

I'm stapling that thing to your face

AnYWayy back to life with kookie

likes to walk around the house in literally just sweatpants and cartoon socks

Makes you wonder if it's wrong to think hes hot because he literally is wearing socks with hello kitty on them

Yes the bitch has multiple

sleeps on his back naturally and likes to sleep with your head on his chest

that person that talks during movie or tv shows

but it's always like relevant and sparks a convo about the cinematography or the screenplay

once the relationship is out he does pda a lot less but you two go out more

he does this thing when you're standing in line where he will latch onto the sides of your shirt and rest his forehead on your shoulder or in the crook of your neck

UWU

sends you bts memes daily

also the type to having burping competitions with you

he also keeps a standing record of who wins

before international tours you helping him with his english

You buy him one carton of banana milk for every five answers he gets right

not like your fridge isnt stocked anyway

literally you are dating a child

but it's amazing

brings you to award shows because he wants you there as his good luck charms

calls you 'little bear' bc you are soft like a teddy bear and he likes your cuddles

has no shame

literally called you that in front of not only paparazzi but BANG PD

back hugs for days

likes playing with your hair

helping him dye his hair late at night in the bathroom

when guests come over they always comment on how cool your sink is because it has the like marbled pink color

Yeah thanks Kookie

Yeah ireumeun jungkook

Y/N STOP OMG

boy is such a meme

loves couples costume for Halloween

most questionable one was when you went as sully and boo and he carried you on his shoulders the whole night

THEY ONLY GAVE ME AN APPLE WTF

Kookie calm your tits you can have my candy bar

THEY GAVE YOU A CANDY BAR?

literally you love this boy so much

I just made myself uwu with this

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brokenbowen-a · 5 years ago

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@solarecour asked: 1-50-

( quarantine ask game )

i’m putting these under the cut because... it’s a lot. but, thank you riles.

What’s your go to snack?

as of lately it’s been m&ms but it’s usually any kind of chips. i dunno, i’m pretty basic.

What’s a movie you could watch over and over?

honestly there’s lots of movies i could say because i love movies and have many favorites that i have indeed watched over and over again, but the main one would have to be now you see me. the first one or the second one, to be honest. if you know me, you know how much i love those movies. they’re my favorite of all time. and huge comfort movies for me.

Favorite show to binge?

hm, i don’t binge watch shows a whole ton. i think i’d have to say one day at a time. back when it was on netflix, i binged each new season so easily and quickly and rewatch binged a few times. like it’s one of my favorite shows ever and it’s just very binge-able and yeah.

5 songs that make you want to dance?

ex wives or don’t lose ur head from six. cruisin for a bruisin from teen beach movie. work this out from high school musical 2. hoedown throwdown from hannah montana. pretty much anything from mamma mia 1 or 2.

5 songs that make you feel less lonely?

i don’t know ... how to answer this, so i’m just putting five songs i really love. just for a moment from hsmtmts. lover by taylor swift. i’m still standing by elton john. all you wanna do from six (even if it hurts). every single song from the wicked soundtrack. plus. like, sooo many other songs. i love music. a lot.

Favorite meal to cook yourself?

i... don’t cook. so... ramen noodles lmao.

How do you “treat yourself”?

i buy myself food lmao.

Favorite thing to do when doing self care?

i... don’t know? what does self care mean, like, exactly? because if it’s just... taking care of yourself, then that’s what i do everyday? i don’t exactly go out and like take myself to the spa or something? i don’t know, do baths count? if so, then, baths.

Who have you been talking to the most?

the crow fam, you know who you are.

One thing you really miss right now?

assuming this means because of quarantine, then, going to the movies with my mom. or just, out with her in general. i also really miss my grandparents, which isn’t really because of quarantine, but like, i can’t call them up and see if i can come over because of quarantine so... i guess it technically is?

If you could be self isolated with anyone who would it be?

the crow fam, again. without a doubt.

Do you have any pets?

yes, a calico cat named ruta ann and a goldfish named fred

Favorite videgames?

i really only know nintendo when it comes to video games, but super mario galaxy 2 is like my favorite video game ever. but like any mario game in general, honestly. also pokemon, nintendogs, and of course, animal crossing. also in non-nintendo, if sims counts, then sims. even if i don’t have it installed on my current laptop. and also, i haven’t played it ages and this may shock some people, but i actually like call of duty.

Favorite podcasts?

i do not listen to podcasts, sorry.

Favorite YouTubers?

shane dawson (if you know me, you know this, he’s not only my favorite youtuber but one of my fave celebrities ever and someone who means a lot to me) + all his people (ryland, morgan, garrett, drew). and then also i love drew gooden, danny gonzalez and kurtis conner a lot. and i don’t think anyone even knows who this is but i love deargreyson aka alex cloutier. and also carissa nunez.

Wake up time?

um... that’s a good question. it... changes a lot. lately, it’s been anywhere from noon to like two pm. and honestly it can change at any given moment.

Sleep time?

similarly to the wake up time, it changes a lot and can change at any given moment. lately it’s been like... 2 or 3 am.

If you could go anywhere right now where would it be?

hm. i dunno. maybe to meet my best friend @luthcrandsupcr because i was just thinking about that a little bit ago.

What’s a change you want to keep when self isolation is over?

well, i haven’t really had any changes so... there isn’t really anything to say here.

Have you learned something?

i... don’t know. probably, but i can’t think of anything to say...

Any new skills?

no, not really, i don’t think...

What’s a hobby you’d like to start learning?

lowkey, drawing. even though i don’t think i’d been good at it because i can’t draw but honestly i kind of want to try to learn. also dancing, even though the same thing applies.

What’s something you’d like to get better at?

does... being active count? like, i mean, as in, on here, writing. not like... athletic wise. lmao. if so, then, that. i mean, to be fair, i mostly have not been active because of everything going on with the world, so i feel like this can count...

What food do you wish you had right now?

cheese wontons. i had some the other day because we had chinese and now... i just really want some more.

Your go to quarantine outfit?

i ... have not changed my style or anything at all. so, my go to, every day outfit, is a t-shirt, sweatpants and usually a hoodie.

What have you done today?

i woke up, went to the store to buy something for mine and my sister’s friend. then went out with my dad and my sister to get dinner. came home, ate, got a bath, and now here i am.

Any plans for tomorrow?

i don’t think so? besides preparing for easter, i think we may be dyeing eggs? i dunno.

What’s on your “to watch” list?

right now, locke and key. my brother just finished it and he and my sister were telling me about it last night and i became intrigued. also, the second to all the boys because i still have not seen that. and i know it’s literally been months but also let it snow because i was reminded last night i still need to watch that.

Any musicians/bands you’ve discovered?

no, not really. i’ve discovered some new songs because of tik tok or video edits on instagram but like, not really any that i’ve checked out the singer’s other music or anything.

Post a selfie right now!!

i would prefer not to, to be honest.

Post pictures of your pets!

i don’t have any pics of them on my laptop :/

When was the last time you drank water?

i don’t know. i ... don’t drink water a lot. rip :/

When was the last time you ate?

like, a couple hours ago?

When was the last time you got up and stretched?

um, not too long ago because i got a bath. i dunno, maybe like an hour ago?

Favorite song right now?

hmm, i’ve been listening to a lot of throwback lately. honestly, anything from avril lavigne. but also because i am still highkey obsessed, anything from six. and also, obviously, hsmtmts.

Favorite social media to scroll through?

does tik tok count? if so, then tik tok, hands down. but also, twitter and instagram. and of course, tumblr.

What’s the last thing you ate?

a burger and tater tots.

What’s the weather like where you are?

it’s been rainy and cold, mostly.

Have you been playing animal crossing?

yes, but not new horizeons because i am very small and i have no money. but i HAVE been playing new leaf.

How are you feeling?

eh, okay, i guess.

Who’s the last person you texted?

my sister

What does your last text message say with no context?

right lmao, fucking sammy

Post a meme that made you laugh recently!

i hope this counts

Outdoor activity you’d like to do right now?

i... don’t do outdoor activities.

Something you’re looking forward to when quarantine is over?

going to the movies with my mom

Someone you’d like to see when quarantine is over?

my mom, lmao

Any new games coming out you want to play?

not really? i don’t think so...

New shows you’ve discovered?

i mean it was like a month ago, but i am not okay with this. if that counts? and also, if i can count locke and key even though i haven’t watched it yet?

Most comfortable piece of clothing you have?

probably my shane dawson hoodie

#( let’s talk about ricky bowen // mun answers )#( number one ricky bowen stan // about mun )#(so many of these were really lame answers lmao)#(but also i didn't do number 50 because it said ask me anything and... i didn't know how to work with that)#(BUT THANK YOU RILES)#solarecour

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thebuttsmcgee · 6 years ago

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Dang.

I might be fucked up. Like with depression an shit. Maybe Im not positive on it

#the butts chronicles #I used to do some sorta suicide attempts back then??? I gues thats what ya can call it #Basically a lotta times I would try to end it. Usually by gettin a knife an pushin myself to slice my throat #I got this one specific memory of back in middle school where I had jus woken up an #I think I had to get ready for school but I was late #an I grabbed the knife an held it so close to my neck an was on the verge of tears cuz it all aint feel too good #its dramatic I know but school wasnt the best at that time an I was always late an it made me feel like a bad student #It all came crashin down a lotta times but I havent done it in a while!#but I know its cuz if I do. Then I'll prolly go thru with it maybe. This is prolly one of the worst times Ive had so far lol #like shit dude. stuff sucks. I feel like shit 100% of the time. Is why I aint got a knife in heres nos mores #an I have way more stuff that I need to cry bout since then. Like not a day goes by when I dont ponder death.#an I know the consequences. I know itll make some sad. Ill never see anythin I care about again. No comin back.#No more breathin. No more food. No more family. No more of feeling anything. No more pondering or fictional enjoyment.#And it fucking feels like a casual conversation when I mention the upsides of it. It's gotten to be a daily thing at this point.#And sometimes I question if I really am like this or if I'm trying to convince myself to be like this.#anyways. this fuckin day eh?? fuckin stepped in dog poopy an now my chanklas are outside #soo I ate some gross chili. Some chips. Uhhhh #I havent been able to cook for myself recently cuz everyone's been here. Pls let me eat my ramen noodles #Also drank milk but Im sure yall knew that. An dont worry Im okay rn. Jus tired #uhh. hmm #tw: self-harm #I gues?? I dunno. I always knew I shoulda done it 1 shot instead of cuttin myself or else others would get suspicious #As I said tho Im okay!!!! Im jus very tired an need to reblog about dumb shit. Also Goku #Aaanyways. I hope yall had a great day tho!!! an hopefully the rest of the week treats ya well too!!!

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minjinlix-blog · 6 years ago

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of ramen and duck slippers (minho x reader)

➥ words: 2.4k ➥ genre: fluff, college!au ➥ pairing: lee minho x reader ➥ summary: you keep running into this guy on campus. but hey, he’s pretty cute. ➥ warning: mentions of alcohol & suggestive comments from a greasy minho

The first time you run into Lee Minho, it’s 3am and he’s drunk.

You’re in your pajamas, hair more unkempt than a bird’s nest, and you’ve walked across the street from your university dorm to pick up some midnight ramen from the local convenience store. Well, 3am ramen actually. You and your roommate Jisung had been marathoning your favorite TV show in celebration of the end of another week of classes but he had fallen fast asleep next to you, his snores getting louder and louder by the minute. You didn’t have the heart to shove him off your bed, and you figured you were craving some spicy noodles anyway, so you had slipped your feet into your duck-printed dorm slippers and left the building.

Tapping your slippers back and forth as you’re debating between the super spicy ramen or the super super spicy ramen, a body stumbles into your aisle, startling you out of your intense mental debate. Looking over in surprise, you see a boy roughly the same age as yourself, black hair disheveled and mussed. He clearly had been at a party of some sorts - it’s a Friday night, after all - given the faint whiff of alcohol around him and the slightly glazed over look in his eyes. He’s really cute, and all of a sudden a wave of self-consciousness washes over you. You’re aware of how nasty you must look - when was the last time you showered? Did you still have stink breath from the bag of chips you and Jisung ate earlier in the night?

The boy gives you a half smile, a little lopsided, and you’re surprised by how perfect his teeth are and how pretty his eyes are, even glazed over from being buzzed. “Hey there,” he says, his voice light and teasing.

“Hi,” you say a little unsurely. “Can I help you?”

“Hm.” The boy walks over closer to you and stares at the rows of ramen. “That’s a good question. Got any good ramen suggestions? I’m kind of feeling the munchies.”

“The what?” You ask. Who even is this boy?

“Oh. I’m Lee Minho, junior computer science major.” He - Minho - sticks his hand out for you to shake. Shoot, had you said that last thought out loud?

You take his hand - it’s small but his grip is firm. He seems surprisingly put together for someone who had clearly been partying. “Y/N. Uh, also a junior. But an English major. And I recommend the Nongshim ramen; it’s my favorite,” you confess. You point at the ramen cups in front of you, and Minho’s eyes trail down slowly from your face down your neck and across your arm to shelf. You feel weirdly exposed, even though you’re wearing a ratty old sweater that’s two sizes too big for you and covers any sort of shape you might have under it.

Minho blinks at the shelf, then grabs three cups from the rack. “Great! Thanks, Y/N!” He walks away toward the cashier. As you watch him go, he accidentally drops a cup. As he bends down to pick it up, he shouts down the aisle: “By the way, cute slippers!”

You look down and flush as you stare at the duck-printed slippers, the bright yellow pattern glaring back at you.

The second time you run into Lee Minho, you thought he had forgotten you.

“Hey, it’s you!” Minho exclaims as he catches your eye on the first day of spring semester, approximately four months after you had first met him. You’re in the front row of your comparative literature class, ready to get swarmed with the usual millions of pages of reading assignments, and seeing the cute boy from the convenience store you ran into once upon a time was a pleasant surprise. You’re pleased to remember that you did in fact brush your hair today and that you were actually wearing something kind of cute.

“Hi,” you smile at him as he slides into the seat next to you. “Why are you taking this class? It’s not in your major, right?”

“Nah,” Minho smiles easily. “I just heard it was an easy class. Gotta maintain that GPA, you know.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Was someone trying to play a prank on you? Comparative lit is the required class for junior English majors. It’s notorious for being, like, the hardest class in the major sequence.”

Minho’s eyes widen almost comically. “Shit! Why didn’t you tell me that earlier? Is it too late to drop the class?”

You shrug. “You could go talk the the registrar about it.” 

Minho groans and slumps backwards in his seat, hair falling into his eyes. “That’s so much worrrrk,” he blows a piece of hair out of his face. He’s quiet for a moment before he sits straight up again.

“Well, I’m off to go beg them to let me drop the class,” he says, standing up.

As he leaves the classroom, he shouts across the room: “Give my love to those cute duck slippers of yours!” He winks at you, and you feel your face heat up as your eyes follow his body disappearing around the corner.

If you keep running into this boy, you’re positive you’re going to have a heart attack.

The third time you run into Lee Minho, it’s because of Jisung.

You’re walking together with him, bubble tea in hand, and as you pass by the performing arts department building of your university, a boy walks out. Jisung gasps.

“Minho my man!” He calls out. “What’s up?”

Minho jogs over, grinning at Jisung. “Hey, Hannie-boy! Haven’t seen you in a while!”

“Hannie-Boy?” You whisper to Jisung.

“It’s what all the dance majors call me,” he explained.

“Wait, I thought you were a computer science major, Minho,” you narrow your eyes at the taller boy. His eyes slide over from Jisung to you, his smile never faltering.

“Well, Duck Slippers, there’s something called ‘two majors.’” He winks at you.

“How do you two know each other?” Jisung asks, looking curiously between the two of you.

“Oh, we had a drunken 3am tryst between some shelves,” Minho says suggestively. You choke and Jisung looks at you with wide eyes.

“Y-Y/N? Really?” He sounds shocked, and you almost feel offended.

“Shelves of ramen,” you clarify, clearing your throat. “And he was the inebriated one, not me.”

“I wasn’t inebriated,” Minho protests. “I was simply...tipsy.”

“Sounds fake, but okay!” Jisung pipes up, giggling. “But why do you call Y/N Duck Slippers?”

“Jisung, we’re literally roommates. How have you not seen my duck slippers before?” You smack his arm. He whines in pain.

“What do you mean duck slip-oh. Wait. Is that what they are?” Jisung looks almost scandalized. “I thought they were sunflowers!”

“In what world do sunflowers and ducks look alike?” Minho laughs. You join in.

Jisung pouts and crosses his arms, sniffing. “Well, I can see I’m not wanted here. I’m going to the library to wallow in self-pity.”

“Okay, byeee,” you and Minho both say in a singsong manner.

“Have fun!” Minho calls out at Jisung as he walks away in a huff. Jisung slaps his ass in response.

“You seem to know him well,” you comment.

“Yeah, we were in the same dance class last year,” Minho says offhandedly. “And he’d always come over to my room to steal my lollipops.”

“Oh my god, you’re the mystery lollipop guy!” you gasp.

“The one and only,” Minho winks at you, and you will the heat building up your neck to subside. “Why, has Jisung talked about me? Good things, I hope.”

“Hardly. You’re the reason why my room was filled with lollipop wrappers everywhere!” you groan. Last year you had gotten so fed up with Jisung’s dirty habits that you’d withhold his snacks from him until he had cleaned up his side of the room.

Minho snickers. “I don’t think it’s my fault that Jisung’s a slob. But,” he sighs. “If it makes you feel better, I could make it up to you.”

“How?” you ask suspiciously.

“Let’s get lunch,” Minho offers. “On me.” He smiles, flashing his pearly white teeth at you.

“Like...a date?” you press.

Minho shrugs offhandedly. “It could be a date...or it could not be a date. You choose.”

You take a moment to think. Minho’s cute and you want to know more about him.

“It’s a date,” you say decisively.

Minho’s smile turns into a devilish grin. “How did I know you were going to say that?” he muses aloud.

The fourth time you run into Lee Minho, it’s literal. Like, you literally run into him.

You’re sprinting across campus, and it’s 12:10pm. Your class had gotten out late because your professor had been a little too wordy at the end of class, and it was only until you had left the building and checked the time when you realized you were late for your noon lunch date with Minho.

You pull out your phone as you start running over to the campus center where Minho wanted to meet so you can text him that you’re running late. But as soon as you open your messages app, you collide into another body, essentially body slamming the other person to the ground.

“Oomph!” Both of you exclaim in surprise.

Totally winded, you look down at the poor soul you just rammed straight into and realize it’s a familiar face.

“You know, if you wanted to be on top, Duck Slippers, you could’ve just asked.” Minho gives you another lopsided smirk from underneath you. You roll off his body and push yourself off the ground.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you apologize, speaking fast. “My professor let class out late and I was running because I didn’t want to make you wait, but clearly I was worrying for nothing because you also are late and I was just about to text you but then - ”

Minho cuts you off. “Y/N. Breathe.”

You breathe. In and out.

Minho smiles at you, and you think you’ve maybe forgotten how to breathe again.

“Great. Let’s go get lunch.” And with that, Minho reaches out and grabs your hand and drags you over to the campus center.

The fifth time you run into Lee Minho, he’s really sweaty.

The stage is dark, and you’re holding your breath in anticipation. You can feel your heart pounding as the crowd is hushed.

All of a sudden, a beat drops and the stage lights flicker on. Your heart bursts when you see Minho rush out onto stage to begin his dance number. You watch in awe as his body moves in sync with the music, each move sharp yet somehow relaxed - Minho makes dancing look easy. It had taken him a while to agree to let you come to his showcase (“No, I’m not good enough yet. Maybe senior year,” he had said) but you had begged with some wise-chosen words (“What kind of a boyfriend doesn’t let their significant other see his dance performances?”) until he had finally given you his extra free ticket.

(“Yeah, boyfriend. Unless you don’t let me watch your dance performance. Then you’re not my boyfriend.”

“Okay, I’m your boyfriend. And you can come watch, I guess.”)

After the performances end, you rush out of your seat and toward the backstage entrance. Running past the other performers and giving them quick congrats and praise, you spot Minho running a towel through his black hair, the front pieces still matted to his forehead with sweat. You beeline toward him and as he’s tossing his sweaty towel away, you throw yourself at him.

“Whoa!” Minho’s arms wrap naturally around your waist as you hug him fiercely.

“You were amazing!” You exclaim, but then pull away quickly. You look at your arms, damp with Minho’s back sweat. “But ew, you need a shower.”

“I know.” Minho leans in close to you, and your heart almost stops. He pecks you on the lips, short and sweet, before moving his lips to your ear. “Wanna shower with me?” he asks suggestively.

You pull away and hit him. “Gross!”

Minho just laughs and snakes his arm around your waist again, pulling you up close to his sweaty side. “One day, Duck Slippers, one day.”

It’s 3am when the credits of the third Lord of the Rings movie start rolling, and you yawn and snuggle deeper in Minho’s body, legs tangled together, your arm splayed across his chest. He’s breathing slowly, and you think he’s asleep when you look up to peck him on the chest.

His eyes flutter open, his unfairly long eyelashes bobbing up and down as he blinks. Minho looks at the rolling text on your laptop. “itssover?” he says groggily, running a hand through his hair to wake him up. “What time is it?”

“Uh,” you check your phone. “Three in the morning exactly.”

“Oh.” Minho drops his arm. It’s quiet for a second. Then his stomach grumbles.

“Wanna go get ramen?” Minho asks. You laugh.

“How cyclical of us,” you snort, hoisting yourself up on the bed so you’re sitting up.

“Hey, don’t go using that English major to say big fancy words around me when I’m too tired to understand.”

“Cyclical isn’t even a big word,” you say dryly before tossing an oversized jacket at Minho’s face. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Just as you’re about to leave your apartment, Minho pulls you back in.

“Wait,” he protests before running back in. You wait a second for him to come out. In his hands are your duck slippers.

“Can’t forget these,” he winks, dropping them at your feet. “Now we can roleplay our first meeting.”

“So you’re saying you want to be inebriated?”

“For the last time, I was tipsy, not drunk!” Minho huffs, but he still wraps his arms around you and dips his head so your faces are very, very close. You can feel his breath wash over your skin.

“Besides, just being with you makes me feel drunk,” he murmurs, lips brushing your cheek, making your skin tingle. You turn your cheek so your lips meet in a long and deep kiss. Melting into him, your lips mold perfectly against his as his teeth catch your bottom lip and graze against your skin. Your hand comes up to cup his jaw, his skin smooth and warm, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt happier.

“Come on,” you say a minute later when you’ve broken apart. “Let’s go get some ramen.”

#stray kids #straykidswriters #stray kids scenarios #stray kids oneshot #stray kids imagines #lee minho #lee know #lee minho scenarios #lee minho imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #m #WHEN I TRY TO WRITE MINHO HE COMES OUT SO GREASY #LITERALLY GREASIER THAN PEPPERONI PIZZA !!!!!!

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ofstarsandvibranium · 7 years ago

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Life Online: The Spicy Ramen Challenge with a Twist

Fandom: Star Wars (Youtube AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: You've been seeing this dangerous challenge going all over youtube. So naturally, you and Poe had to try it, but with a twist.

Internet Famous Masterlist

You and Poe set up the camera and lighting in the kitchen for your net video. Two year old Shara sat in her high chair off to the side snacking on some cereal.

Poe leaned against the counter staring at the bowls of spicy ramen, “We’re actually gonna do this?”

You centered the camera and nodded, “Yup! This is gonna be great!”

Poe started to fan himself, “I’m already sweating!”

You laughed, “You’re just being dramatic.”

Poe frowned and sauntered over to his daughter, “See that, Shar? Your momma is trying to kill me!”

Baby Shara smiled at her dad and offered a piece of cereal to him. He happily took it into his mouth and kissed her on the head.

You smiled as you made your way to the other side of the counter, “Okay! We’re filming now!”

“I’m gonna die.”

You rolled your eyes and then waved at the camera, “Hey guys! I’m Y/N,”

“And I’m Poe and welcome to our channel, Rebel-Rousers!”

Off the side, Shara started to laugh and clap which caused both of you to smile, “That’s our daughter, Shara.” You glanced at your baby girl, “Thanks for the applause, sweetheart.”

Poe cleared his throat, “Anyway, my darling, Y/N as been seeing this challenge go all around youtube lately and she thought we should try it. Terrible idea.”

You lightly slapped his chest, “It’s gonna be fine! Anyway, so, from the title, we’re gonna be doing the Spicy Ramen Challenge. However, there’s a twist.”

Poe looked at you confused, “Wait, what?”

You nodded, “Yup. There’s also been the One Chip Challenge. Soooo I decided to combine the two.” You pulled the two bowls of ramen towards you and grabbed the extremely spicy chip that you’ve been hiding, “Sooo I’m going to crush this chip and sprinkle it onto the ramen to give that extra spiciness.”

Poe groaned and rested his head onto the counter, “You’re really trying to kill us.”

You shook your head and pulled two tubs of ice cream and two glasses of milk, “That’s why we have these!”

Poe violently shook his head, “At this very moment, I regret marrying you.”

“No, you don’t!” You handed Poe a fork and the bowl of ramen.

He took a whiff of it and grimaced, “Ah! That smell has already got me sweating!”

You smelled the ramen and you winced, “Oh yeah! That’s definitely got a kick!”

Poe scooped up some of the noodles and gave a sigh. He gave one last look to Shara and said, “Sweetheart, if I die, I just wanna let you know that I love you more than your mother.” With that, he slurped up the noodles. He chewed and then swallowed. He then tossed the bowl onto the counter, “HOLY-”

“LANGUAGE!”

Poe grabbed the tub of ice cream and tossed a big scoop into his mouth, “I didn’t even eat that much and my mouth is on fire!”

It was your turn to throw down the bowl of ramen. You stuck out your tongue and started fanning yourself, “Nooooo! Too hot!” You took your tub of ice cream and dipped your tongue onto it.

Poe glared at you, “And you thought this was a good idea!”

You shook your head, “Never let me make this type of decision again!” You took your tongue off the ice cream and gulped down your glass of milk.

Poe was panting, “Babe, I can’t feel my lips! My lips are numb!”

“You stuck your whole mouth into the ice cream, so yeah, it’s gonna be numb.”

Shara was still off the side watching her parents make a very regrettable decision. She began clapping with a smile on her face. Poe smiled even though he was in so much pain. He scooped up some ice cream and offered it to his daughter, “Here, sweetie.” Shara happily ate the ice cream.

You panted and stared at the camera, “Well, we’re never doing that again. Thanks for watching us suffer, guys. Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe! Rebel-rousers over and out!” You ran over to the camera and stopped recording.

Poe collapsed onto the kitchen floor hugging his tub of ice cream and scooping chunks into his mouth, “I have a feeling my butt hole is gonna hurt later.”

You laughed and picked up Shara from her high chair. You both sat down on the floor with Poe and shared the ice cream, “Yeah. Never again.”

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #au #youtuber au #internet famous

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slusheeduck · 7 years ago

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Rule: Answer 11 questions and ask 11 more

UNLESS YOU’RE SLUSHEE.

THEN YOU ANSWER 44.

SO HERE WE GO, YOU MONSTERS.

@alreadyinmotion (I’M ONLY ANSWERING ONE SET)

Podcast/music you’re listening to right now? Well, RIGHT now I’m listening to “Celtic Music for Sleep,” but recently it’s been a lot of Elder Scrolls. For “Sonance” I listened to Mozart’s Klarinnettenkonzert and the MITJ soundtrack, including just Lisztomania (the theme version) for four hours straight.

You can have anything in the world to eat right now. What is it? I just ate, so I’m not that hungry. But I guess I could go for some tonkatsu ramen.

Zodiac sign? Cancer.

What’s something you’re excited to do this week? GOING TO DISNEY TO TRY MY LUCK AT GETTING A MIGUEL MUG.

Favorite article of clothing? My oversized flannel shirts.

A food you want to try? Oden. God, I want to try oden so bad.

Favorite food when you’re sick? Plain noodles. Coincidentally also my favorite “It’s 3 am and I’m drunk and starving” food (if chips/fries are not an option.)

Favorite thing to do for others? Make them laugh.

Your best friend/sibling/S.O. wants to hang out! What do you do together? Best friend: Binge on anime. Sibling: Binge either Baking Championship or Real Housewives.

What’s something you’re proud of? Honest to god I am so proud of the fics I’ve put out for the Coco fandom. While I haven’t been ashamed of my fics, I’ve never been like HEY LOOK AT THIS I LIKE THIS THING I MADE before now.

What’s something you want to plug in and have people check out ;) (Promote your OCs, AUs, webcomics, etc! Or your friends! BOAST, ALL YOU CREATIVE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE) Well, if you want an idea of what my original stuff is like, Wit reminded me today that I have my script Troubadour on my original works page. So, yanno, maybe check that out? I’m constantly ready to talk about “Hates Everything About Adventuring” Caena and Murder Goblin Edrys.

@im-fairly-whitty

1. What part of a creative project excites you the most? Probably writing out intense emotional scenes--any scene where someone breaks down into tears or, more favorably, explodes in a rage that becomes tears is when I’m at my writing peak.

2. If you could teleport anywhere in the world RIGHT NOW but could only stay for 45 minutes where would it be and why? I think I’d go to Paris. I love Paris a lot, but the whole travel aspect is not great. So if I could just pop over and get some bread or whatever, that’d be super rad.

3. Favorite animal. WHY ARE YOU ASKING HARD QUESTIONS WIT. Let’s say a penguin. Because I would absolutely be a penguin if I could.

4. If you where a dog what breed would you be? I’ve actually been doing a lot of dog research lately for reasons, and I think I’d be a shiba inu.

5. Favorite trait you value in a friend. Not being socially draining. It’s kind of a weird trait that is entirely based on my own perception of the person, but as someone who’s almost cripplingly introverted, it’s so nice to find people I can spend time with and not feel like I need to hide for a week afterward.

6. Favorite season? Moodwise: Fall. Weather-wise: Spring.

7. Coolest injury/scar story you have (if you want to tell it). I dislocated my knee because I got too excited about a boy and I sprained my wrist in show choir.

8. What color would you paint your bedroom if you could choose? Honestly? Like a nice warm brown, maybe with darker stripes.

9. Favorite TV show. Right now probably Mozart in the Jungle.

10. Something you’re proud of? I ALREADY ANSWERED THIS I DON’T NEED TO BE PROUD OF MYSELF ANYMORE.

11.Superpower you would most want to have

Shapeshifting. I cannot express my frustration at having to look like the same person all the time.

@upperstories

If you could have any kind of pet with the means to care for it properly, what would it be? A lion. I freaking love lions.

Favorite time of day/night? There’s about five minutes when the sun’s setting, when it’s just dipped below the horizon, where the sky’s still lit but the trees and buildings look like black paper cutouts against it. That’s absolutely my favorite time of day.

Favorite color palette I’m a sucker for neutral, foresty shades. Greens are my fave.

Are you a swimmer or a sand-castle sculptor? I am a “Why did you want to come to the beach so bad, Slushee, you hate the beach and you know you hate the beach but you kept whining about how you wanted to ‘feel the ocean air’ and now you’re here and you hate it but you can’t go home yet because the drive would have been a waste so I guess we’re going to sit here and sulk for an hour”-er.

If you ever got to meet your hero(ine) what would you talk about? I’m terrible when I meet people I look up to, so I’d probably just stammer into silence and slam my head into a camera. That’s what I did when I met Lee Unkrich.

Clearance Aisle or Thrift Store? Both.

If you had enough money for the house if your dreams, where would you live and why? I’d live in a fancy loft in a hipster-y city. I’d love to check out Boston, but I don’t know if I’d want to live there. Paris is another good option, except that I’d have to speak French all the time.

It’s raining like crazy outside. How does that affect your mood? TIME TO OPEN ALL THE WINDOWS AND LISTEN TO IRL RAINYMOOD.

Would you rather go on an adventure by yourself and make new friends on the way, or depart on an adventure with the friends you now have? I went on an adventure by myself, and it was a wonderful experience. I think I’d like to go on one of those again, but for now I’m very happy just staying home.

Favorite sound? Moving water. The sea, a river, the rain. So long as water’s moving I’m loving it.

Would you rather journey to the very bottom of the ocean or to outer space? Space is infinitely less scary than whatever’s going on with our oceans.

@calliopesquill

1. What do you wish more people knew about you? I wish more people knew how much I love pretty things. I’m a complete sucker for pretty things.

2. What place or thing in the world would you most like to see? Right now I really want to go to Japan.

3. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? When I was REALLY little, I wanted to be a dentist. Then I became more sensible and wanted to be an actress.

4. What style of clothing do you think you look silly in? I look TERRIBLE in rompers. It’s a disgrace.

5. What would your alebrije be? (Yes, you can pick more than one!) My cat would absolutely be my alebrije, Pepita-style. Except grumpier and more demanding.

6. What movie are you most looking forward to this year? Uh...I honestly don’t know what movies are coming out. Wreck It Ralph 2 looks pretty interesting.

7. What is your favourite thing to cook? Onigiri’s pretty fun to make.

8. What is one skill you would like to learn? I really want to learn how to paint someday.

9. What book do you think everyone should read? OKAY THIS IS TOUGH BECAUSE BOOKS THAT TOUCH ME WILL PROBABLY NOT TOUCH YOU SO IDK.

I do think Ella Enchanted is a must for most little girls, though. That’s where I learned that main character girls could be angry and feisty and sarcastic, and it’s been a huge influence on all my writing.

10. What is your Hogwarts house? SLYTHERIN.

11. If you could dress like/make a costume of any character, who would it be? Is it cheating if I’m already making an Hector costume for Halloween?

OKAY NOW TIME FOR MY QUESTIONS.

You get to visit any historical time period. Where do you go?

You’ve switched places with your most recent favorite character. How screwed are you and why?

Come up with a catchphrase. This isn’t a question it’s an order.

What’s your usual soundtrack while doing creative things (or do you work in silence?)

What’s something you consider a guilty pleasure?

Tell us about the last book/short story/fic you read.

Talk about an animal. Just like, any animal.

What’s your favorite part about the medium you work with (art, writing, music, chemicals, whatever)?

Beach or forest?

What’s a style you’ve always wanted to try but haven’t been able to get the nerve/money to go for?

What’s a lyric that gets stuck in your head easily?

TAGGING 11 PEOPLE

WELL JOKE’S ON YOU GUYS, THE ONES WHO GOT TAGGED ABOVE ARE PART OF THIS QUESTION HELL.

JOINING THEM ARE @scribblrhob @lacendydreamer @seasidefanasties @humanityinahandbag @beckytailweaver @geod23 @white-throated-packrat

ENJOY.

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cutiecrates · 8 years ago

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Cutie Reviews: Tokyo Treat May 2017

Here we go Cuties, the second official crate beneath the “rebranding” of Tokyo Treat! I loved this crate to begin with, but the fact it’s grown BIGGER and comes much sooner only made me much more excited~

This months theme is.... Spring Fever ♥

After I started to write this, it occurred to me that I forgot to take the pictures of the Lucky Treat items, as well as the Prize Items of the month, so I’ll cover this really quick for anyone curious:

The prize items include a Totoro Bud Vase and Totoro Watering Can, along with the 3-month subscription. The runner-ups gain 1-month subscription and a Totoro mug ♥ Meanwhile, Lucky Treat included a variety of Miku Hatsune goods, tokyo milk treats, apparel, Pikachu plushes, two mario items, and a full gachapon set!

As usual I start with the items I don’t eat/use in the post. That includes the Hana Kappa DIY Gummy Kit, which I will cover in a separate post and am very excited to get to because this is another one I wanted to try and just never bought yet. With it is the little trinket/toy item of the month: a Calimero Mobile Phone Strap. These little guys are special, because they are exclusive to specific Japan souvenir shops. There was 4 possible styles to get and they are about 3.5 mm in height. It’s cute, but I do have to admit that I won’t be using it on my phone. It’s just not what I’m into, so I’d rather keep him as a collectable item.

The one item from this pic I will review is the drink however, a Nectar Peach & Cherry Blossom Juice. A special edition Fujiya Nectar drink made from white peach puree and embedded with the extract from a cherry blossom flower. Also, you are warned to shake well before opening, and if anyone is curious, it has 170 calories. So in terms of the healthiness scale, it’s about the same level as drinking a pepsi.

In terms of flavor, it’s... strange. It smelled so familiar to me, it took me a few minutes to register why that was. It smells, and tastes a little like the Sakura Mochi Tirol Choco, I tried a few months back. Upon first sip I find myself repelled from it, but as the flowery taste fades, you’re left with a peach-cherry fruity taste, which is pleasant. I also like how smooth the drink itself is, although I’m not sure I actually like the drink itself. 3 out of 5.

As usual, I enjoy trying to group together my items. So here we have the 2 kitkat sets and pocky. You may notice the mess in the center of the plate- which is the result of trying to make the Baked KitKat - Butter Cookie. I’d like to point out that it looked right when I turned off the toaster oven, but it took me so long to get to it... it burnt and fell apart when I tried to remove it.

For anyone curious, it did taste good despite that. It does contain 0.17% alchohol though, and is a total of 64 calories. They do taste like a butter cookie though, and the taste gets a bit stronger the more you eat. I’m not really sure how I prefer these, given the one I ate was fairly charred in comparison to the non-baked one.The texture is a little grainy, but I assume it’s for that baking feature. 3.5 out of 5.

Next is the KitKat Winter Edition Everyday Luxury. They come in a variety of chocolate, and white chocolate, and each are adorned with almonds and cranberry. Also note that the white has 38 calories, while the regular has 39. The white chocolate also contains 0.36% alchohol and is scented like rum.

The black kitkat is a little bitter in taste, but with the crunch of almond and cranberry, it tastes pretty decent. The white chocolate one meanwhile, I noticed you pretty much just taste the almond and cranberry, but I don’t hate it. I give the both/set 4 out of 5.

Lastly is the Pocky Mild Milk Cocoa, a brand new pocky recently released boasting the lack of artificial-anything. There are 136 calories in the little box, and as you can see, the sticks are chocolate as well. The taste is light and lacks artificial sweetness, but it isn’t actually bad. As much as I love sweets, sometimes it’s nice to have something toned down. 3.5 out of 5.

I hope you didn’t think we were done with the chocolate yet, cause this is part 2 ♥ I’ll start with something most of us Cuties know well. The Taiyaki Chocolate Monoka. A wafer snack that I have had a few times on this blog (the previous one was a panda shape, the time before that it was a square with a One Piece sticker). The outside wafer itself is thin and cripsy, while the airy chocolate inside is so light ♥ definitely 5 out of 5. Meanwhile, the 7stick pack included in the Dagashi is very similar, but the chocolate flavor is somewhat bitter, but I like it, 4 out of 5.

Following this, we also got a little box of Doraemon Chocolate Snack, celebrating the upcoming release of Doraemon’s latest movie at 112.4 calories. Right away this reminded me of cereal, and they suggest you can eat it as is, or after chilling it in the fridge. It still reminds me of cereal, although it tastes a little better than most chocolate cereal. I still have some left and noticed it also tastes like the caramel corn product I reviewed a few times on the blog. It isn’t bad, but the longer you keep them, the more stale they taste. Again like cereal :D 4 out of 5. They’re okay.

Next are two unique items (as well as the two items I wasn’t sure how I felt about after eating). First is the Melonpan Mini-Cookies, based on what else, Melon Bread. They definitely taste like melon, and while I like Melon, I didn’t like these cookies much... I’m not really sure why, but I could just barely finish the first one. After that I didn’t want anymore. 2.5 out of 5.

Next is the very unique Waraku No Sato Yokan, which is a treat made from red bean paste, sugar, and agar. They have been around for a long time now and can be eaten with green tea, or even found with nuts or fruit in them sometimes. It has 167 calories in it. It pretty much tastes like a jelly cube with a bean texture. It is very soft too, and I loved squishing it ♥ 3.5 out of 5.

Now, after the rich, savory treats I thought it’d be best to head to the sweeter, mostly-softer sweets ♥ I’ll start with the item I didn’t like too much, that being the Green Apple flavored lollipop candy, part of the Dagashi set. It’s a cute little spiraled ring pop you can play with and eat. I’m not sure you can tell, but in the picture I have it on my pinky finger. I really like lollipops, but this is pretty much artificial green apple coated sugar. 3 out of 5.

Following the green lollipop, we have the green GOTCHI Kiwi Gummy. A chewy gummy of 162 calories with a sour sugar coating. I really like these! I can’t say its entirely accurate to the flavor of a real kiwi, but it isn’t that far off? 4 out of 5.

Lastly is the ultra-cute Shake Shake Yogurty Fruit Gummies ♥ What makes these popular is that you can eat them as is, or put them in the pack and add the yogurt powder provided with it. Either way they’re delicious! They come in orange, strawberry (which the booklet says is apple), and pineapple, and I admit the texture is a little odd, they feel dried out, but squishy. But I really like their taste, especially with the yogurt powder (which tastes like most Japanese yogurt flavored things). 5 out of 5!

(If you want to see more of these then don’t worry, I got another pack of it in my Kawaii Box~)

We’re approaching the last few items now Cuties, First is the Sankaku Crackers, a cute little tray of triangle, flavored crackers that taste like a garden/vegetable blend flavor of cracker or chip, which I actually really like despite how much I dislike regular vegetables. They’re also soft and generally pleasant to snack on. 4.5 out of 5.

Also from the Dagashi pack is the Chibeans, these ultra-cute little green crispy snacks that look like bean pods ♥ They’re so cute, I almost didn’t want to eat them (for the first ten minutes or so, then I got over it). Their taste is unique, but... pretty much what you would expect from it? I’m not even sure how to describe it. 5 out of 5 though.

Last in this picture is the Baby Star Panmen Olive & Salt Flavor, a noodle snack made from bread dough. I suppose I kinda get that salt flavor, but I can’t say I notice the olive very much. Even my mom, who hates olives ended up enjoying it. To me, I was reminded a little of the chicken broth in cheap ramen cups. They’re actually soft too, which I like because it’s easier on my mouth. 4.5 out of 5.

Now, here we are at our final item of the blog! Yet another umaibo, whose flavor I actually don’t know. Mayonnaise and shrimp are shown on the wrapper though, and it pretty much tastes like that. As usual, Umaibo manages to surprise me and win me over. I like the taste of mayonnaise, but I’m not big on sea-food (unless you count sushi), but the flavoring on this is light enough that it didn’t bother me at all. 4.5 out of 5.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Quality - 4 out of 5. Everything was fine, and I found myself pretty much liking everything in some manner, but I also gave most items a mid-low ranking. So...

Content - 3.5 out of 5. There is a theme (as mentioned above), but I’m not sure how well it was followed. I did enjoy the products, but usually when they put effort into the themes they normally do very well. I can’t say I really felt Spring in this.

Total Rank: 7.5 out of 10 Cuties! I didn’t like this one as much as I did the past box, but I did enjoy it a great deal. I’m kinda hoping we get a little more variety, or at least a closer theme match next time.

♥ Cutie’s Scale of Yummy ♥

(While writing this review I had a terrible migraine, because of this I decided not to include the usual CSoY. I apologize to anyone who might actually read them, but working with head pain is not fun.) Okay Cuties, that does it for this review! Until next time, stay cute!

#tokyo treat #tokyotreat #spring #kitkat #gummies #baby star #dagashi #pocky #chocolate monaka #calimero #hana kappa

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escapingreality1992 · 5 years ago

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The Calm Effect of Hearts Ch. 7

It had been six weeks since I had been released from the hospital meaning that I no longer needed the cast on my arm, the doctors cutting the cast off, freeing me. My arm had felt like rubber from being in it for so long, but it also meant that I could start my cleaning job in the compound. This day, however, I would find myself alone for the entire day. Early in the morning the sheets shifted a little causing me to stir thinking something was wrong; Bucky could’ve been having a nightmare and required my comfort.

This wasn’t the case, of course. Bucky had gotten up on his own accord, my eyes cracking open at the sight of him wearing cargo pants and pulling a dark shirt over his head. He had just strapped on his combat vest when he heard my voice.

“Bucky? What time is it?” I asked, my voice hoarse with sleepiness I hadn’t experienced in a long time, not since my days working at the doggie daycare.

“It’s four a.m. I’m sorry if I woke you. We’re headed out for a mission and we’ll be gone most of the day. Go back to sleep if you can. I’ll see you when we get back,” he answered, kneeling by the bed, holding my hand.

“S’okay. Be safe. I love you,”

“I love you too. See you later this evening,”

He kissed me before standing up and walking out the door. I let myself drift off, my lips tingling from his kiss.

I woke up again three hours later to my alarm blaring loud from my phone, it being cleaning day after all. Groaning, I reached out, shutting it off and throwing off the covers; I sat up, my bare feet touching the soft, velvet carpet and stretched my arms above my head. The tank top I was wearing rose up enough to show a thin line of skin that was my stomach. I rolled my head in a circle, releasing the tension in my neck, spreading my toes as well; I was trying to get the blood flowing throughout my body. I stood up to my full five feet 1 inch height and walked over to my dresser picking out fresh underwear, a bra that was made for physical activity, a tank top and soft cotton shorts.

Changing quickly, I pulled my dark blonde hair into a ponytail and got to work. The plan was to clean up around the compound starting with both labs. Finding the cleaning supplies located in a supply closet downstairs in the hallway between the lounge and the kitchen, I made my way first to Tony’s lab and then to Bruce’s. I didn’t know exactly how they liked to organize things, doing my best to leave the most important things visible in case they needed them at a later time.

“Miss Jensen? Would you like some music while you work?” the A.I. voice everyone called FRIDAY asked, startling me in the deafening silence.

“I…uh…yes. Please play pop music or just a mix of different tracks,” I stated, resuming dusting down the desks.

“Yes Miss Jensen,” the A.I. responded, an upbeat song playing over the speakers. I swept up the dirt on the floor before running a squirt mop over the swept areas making it sparkle, dancing to the music. Moving on to each Avenger’s rooms I brought down the individual hampers downstairs to the laundry room, sorting the different sets of clothes; the clothing I wasn’t sure how to wash I set aside for the dry cleaners. Once sorted by color and by Avenger I threw in the first load and set the hampers on the long counter space to put each of their clothes in once they were dry and folded.

Since I didn’t know what to specifically hand I figured I’d leave that up to them later. I told FRIDAY to alert me when the washer and dryer timers went off so that I could switch out the different loads as I went about cleaning the rest of the compound. After that I decided to clean each room, vacuuming, dusting, and making the beds. I was almost done with Wanda’s room-going back and forth to the laundry room to attend to the loads of laundry-I decided to see what time it was; FRIDAY telling me it was approaching one in the afternoon.

“It’s time for lunch, I guess,” I mumbled to myself. Retreating down to the kitchen I found only ramen noodles hanging out in the pantry, nothing much in the fridge par from yogurt, orange juice, and the usual condiments.

“Remind me to go to the store when I go out to the dry cleaners please FRIDAY?” I called out getting a short affirmative response. Pouring myself a cup of water while I waited for the noodles to heat up, I pondered what to fix for the next three days. It came down to spaghetti and meatballs, chicken, zucchini, and squash, finally deciding on tuna and asparagus for the third night; I also decided on picking up sandwich meat and bread in case someone didn’t want my choices.

“How do I pay for this anyway?” I muttered to myself.

“Mr. Stark left a card for you in the briefing room when you recovered enough to start working,” FRIDAY responded to my passing thought. Oh, well that was nice of him, I thought, a faint smile appearing on my lips. I finished lunch and sped through the last two rooms and put in another load of laundry, making the decision to head out after doing so. I silenced the music before I took the elevator down to the garage, grabbing the keys to my car from the key hooks, dry cleaning in hand and got in to leave for the store. Dropping off the dry cleaning after asking FRIDAY which one they usually go to, I went to a local supermarket to do some shopping. I picked up things I had compiled onto a list, throwing in two packs of chocolate chip cookies as a bonus and left; the dry cleaning would be able to pick up the next day.

Returning back to the compound, I unloaded the groceries and set to work on vacuuming the lounge and dusting off the tables, two loads of laundry left to do. I swept and mopped the kitchen, washing the dishes left in the sink, moving on to the training room; I repeated my previous steps of the other two rooms, straightening up the equipment after I was finished. I breathed in a sigh of relaxation, pleased with what I had accomplished today.

“Miss Jensen, it’s now seven o’clock,” FRIDAY informed me, the set reminder meaning that I needed to start dinner, tonight being spaghetti and meatballs. At this point I was sweaty from constantly moving around, so I took a quick shower, changing into pajama shorts and a tank top, making my way to the kitchen; I started crafting the meatballs with basil, salt, pepper and oregano, cooking them in pan with oil, adding the spicy tomato sauce once the meatballs had been cooked through. I let the sauce simmer, preparing the water for the pasta, occasionally stirring the sauce so it wouldn’t burn.

As I was still waiting for the water to boil, my phone buzzed on the counter. Checking it, I saw the message from Bucky telling me it’d be nine before they’d get home; I’d be dining alone tonight. I sent back okay and texted him that I loved him receiving his ‘I love you too’ message he had sent in response. My attention returned to the now boiling water; I broke the pasta in sections, breaking the dry noodles in half, making it easier to fit in the pot. 11 minutes later, I strained the pasta from the hot water, spooning the noodles on a plate; the sauce and meatballs following suit. I sat down at the dining table, making sure everything was turned off with the stove.

“Hey FRIDAY, can you turn on the TV and find me a horror movie to watch?” I asked, not wanting to be in complete silence as I ate dinner. She turned it to a movie I’d seen before, that very horror movie still sending chills down my spine. Once I was finished my meal, I cleaned up, placing the leftovers in a large container and putting it in the fridge for later; maybe my friends would want some when they got home. Checking the time-the oven clock read 8:30- I decided on baking the cookies, setting the dough on two baking sheets since I bought two packs; there would be plenty for everyone when they returned. I resumed my horror movie binge, waiting on the couch while the cookies did their thing. I was comfortable under the blankets and completely in tune with the movie I was watching that I jumped when all of the Avengers burst in…well okay, they only walked in but their voices startled me.

“I really wanted to come home and…go to bed. Wow, it’s super clean in here,” Tony stated, his jaw dropping open taking everything in. His gaze landed on me and he swept his arms in a wide arc.

“Did you clean this entire place…in one day?” he asked, still in shock.

“Yeah, and I even made dinner for everyone. It’s nothing fancy, just spaghetti and meatballs. Or if you don’t want that, there’s some sandwich meat and bread if you’d prefer. You’re home a few minutes early, in time for cookies,” I responded, the timer going off a second after I stopped speaking. I got up from the couch to go into the kitchen in order to pull the sheets out.

“Cookies? You made cookies? Bucky, dude, your girlfriend is amazing!” Sam spoke next, on my heels on the way to the kitchen.

“I know. It’s why I love her,” Bucky commented, leaning on the counter as I pulled out the pans, laying them out to cool.

“They’re chocolate chip if that’s okay. Oh, the laundry is done. I wasn’t sure what to hand or fold so your clothes are folded neatly in the hampers. What I didn’t know how to wash, I sent to the dry cleaners. Tony, Bruce, I tried my best to clean your labs but I wasn’t sure how to organize thing but I left what I thought was important visible in case you needed it. What? Why are you staring at me like that?” I explained, surprised to see the bewildered looks on their faces.

“How the hell did we end up with someone so awesome like Abigail?” Natasha asked, popping part of a cookie in her mouth.

“Thank Bucky. If it weren’t for him ambushing her on their first meeting, I don’t think we’d have ever met her or experienced her amazing personality,” Steve noted. Heat flooded my face, my eyes downcast, the compliments throwing me off guard. I felt someone caress my cheek, turning to look up at Bucky, who pulled me into a gentle kiss. When we pulled apart, the adoration in his eyes made my heart swell.

“You two make the most perfect couple. Come on; let’s watch a feel-good movie before we go to bed. It’ll help us relax from our long day,” Steve said, grabbing a couple of cookies and sitting on one of the couches. Bucky and I joined him, Bucky pulling me into his lap, my head on his shoulder. Others made their dinners; some heated up the leftover pasta, some wanted sandwiches, either way the night ended with laughter and joy with the best company one could ever hope for.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x oc #marvel #love #fluff #slow burn romance #Steve Rogers #natasha romanoff #avengers #sam wilson #falcon #black widow #captain america #tony stark #ironman #loki #thor #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch

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