#its the exact kind of fluff game they like playing on the gaming channel and i think their commentary would be hilarious

[jamesbranwen]

it's crazy that i can have the thought "i wish dan and phil would play this on the gaming channel" again

[bnhascribbles]

Jacket Thief (among other things)

Hawks x Reader

Fluff, Flirting, Humor, First kiss; I watched the BNHA movie. I love Hawks. I love his stupid face and his stupid voice. I’m so soft for one (1) bird man.

Words: 1.2K

Warnings: None

You’re not going to be giving his jacket back.

It’s a spur-of-the-moment decision. One you know is totally insane, lacking an ounce of anything even resembling common sense.  After all, this wasn’t the way dates were supposed to go. Definitely not dates with the number two top hero in Japan. Regardless, you don’t think you’ll be able to sleep tonight if you don’t follow through.

You aren't even cold anymore, but you still find yourself tugging the smooth leather tighter over your shoulders.

“You’re either delusional or in denial.” You say, fumbling to find your key fob in your mess of a bag. Your cheeks hurt from the stretch of your grin, an expression you’d been sporting nearly the entire night. “To think that you’d even suggest Endeavor could beat—“

“Not beat,” Keigo interjects, “I believe my exact words were ‘give him a run for his money.’”

You scoff as you press the bit of plastic to the reader and yank open the door.

“You’re acting like All Might wouldn’t absolutely cream him one-on-one. Think about that time they did that publicity match for J-TV! Endeavor didn’t even last 30 seconds before he was knocked flat on his ass.”

Keigo has to curl his wings tight against his sides in order to fit through the doorway. “You do know those things are fake, right?”

“No! You’re telling me the channel that airs ‘Villain Babes and Baddies’ is deceiving me? Say it ain’t so!” You let out an exaggerated wail. The chuckle that your drama earns from Keigo immediately makes the noise complaint you’ll receive from your middle-aged neighbors well worth it.

“Then why’d you bring it up?” He asks.

“Because even J-TV knows that All Might would win! Aren’t you smarter than J-TV?”

“Most days.”

You stop walking and turn to face Keigo, one eyebrow quirked up high and your lips pulled off to one side.

“Some days.” He amends, the edges of his mouth curling upward as he buries his hands in his pockets. “But lapses in judgment can open doors, ya’ know. Never know when a near-collision will lead to a date instead of a lawsuit.”

“Better not talk like that in front of your legal team.”

“They’re used to it.”

You reach your apartment too quickly. You don’t want to unlock your door yet, don’t want to say ‘goodnight’ and watch Keigo walk away. There’s a tense silence as you fiddle with your keys, pretending you can’t find the right one. It’s probably not too convincing, seeing as you only have two to choose from. Still, you’re not sure what other option you have.

“So,” you drawl, lifting your eyes for only a second, still playing your imaginary game of ‘how long can I draw this out for,’ “what’s on tap for mister Wing Hero tomorrow? Anything interesting you can let slip?”

Keigo’s laugh echoes through the dimly lit hallway. Another noise complaint. “Interested in my schedule, are we? Hoping to ‘accidentally’ bump into me on one of my patrols?”

“Or maybe I’m trying to sell your location to some bad guy for a quick buck.” You roll your eyes, leaning back against the plaster wall. “But you know what they say: potato potahto.”

“Ohhhhhhh,” he groans, stretching his arms up behind his head. It’s a struggle keeping yourself from staring at them, the way the muscles tense and relax. “Man, what is it with me and falling for villains.”

You shrug. “We’re pretty charming people if you can tolerate the occasional misdemeanor.”

Another uncomfortable silence cuts into your conversation when Keigo doesn’t say anything, just looks at you with that lopsided, stupidly-handsome grin of his. You wonder if he can hear it—the way your pulse thuds in your ears. Maybe that’s why he looks so self-assured; he knows the effect that something as simple as a smile has on you. As stupid as Hawks pretends to be, you know the truth, know how he notices everything from the twitching in your fingers to the way you shift your weight from foot to foot.

You’ve ambled for too long already. With a heavy sigh, you finally unlock the door.

“Now that my master plan has been foiled, I need time to think up something new.”

“A clever person like you doesn’t have a plan B ready to go?” Keigo quips back.

You turn to face him yet again, leaving the key in the lock. “Just because I have a plan doesn’t mean it’s good. That takes time.” Resting your back on the door, you reach over and put a hand on the handle. “And sleep. As fun as tonight has been, hero, we both have work in the morning.”

“True. You know, early birds catching worms and all that fun stuff.”

Before you can get out a final goodbye though, before you can so much as blink, he takes a step forward. There’s a wicked glint in his eye as he looms over you, so close that you can count the individual strands of hair falling into his face.

“I see you’re starting early,” Keigo says, the sound crawling up from somewhere deep in his chest. He reaches up and grabs the collar of your jacket—his jacket. “Last time I checked, this is mine.”

You’ve got nowhere to run; he’s too close, and you’re not about to send yourself flying backward in a getaway attempt. You wouldn’t want to anyway. It’s all too exciting—being so close after a whole night of jokes and teasing. Playing around was fun, but the fact is you’d been eyeballing each other for hours, waiting for the moment where you could finally be alone, away from prying eyes. You both know it.

“Yeah,” you tilt your chin upward, “and what are you gonna do about it?”

Keigo hesitates.

“What do you want me to do?”

A good question. One you know the answer to, even if the knot in your stomach keeps you from verbalizing it.

Thankfully, you don’t have to. Keigo inches forward and the rest kind of happens on its own. You barely register his fingers curling around your waist or your own hand weaving its way through his hair. There’s a warmth across your face, but you can’t be sure of the cause; was it the blood boiling beneath your skin or was it his breath, warm on your cheeks? It doesn’t matter. His lips, his smile pressed against yours erases any hope of forming a coherent thought. And you don’t care. You don’t care about anything else anymore.

It’s all over too soon. He pulls back and his eyes flutter open—warm like melted caramel, a lingering sunset. You inhale shakily. Keigo does the same.

Words. This was the part where you were supposed to say something endearing. Something to make him want to keep letting you ‘steal’ his jacket, keep him laughing with you like this, wracking up noise complaints like tickets at the world’s most generous arcade.

So many different words form and die on the tip of your tongue before you finally settle on saying “never thought I’d ever let an Endeavor fanboy kiss me.”

“Those are some strong words coming from a thief.” Keigo counters, chewing on his bottom lip. You find that you can’t watch him for too long; his eyes crinkle and he’s leaning in again, forehead pressing to yours. It’d be a crime not to let your eyes drift shut, not to savor it.

“I’m no thief.” You breathe. Keigo’s nose bumps against yours. “I haven’t stolen anything yet.”

“That’s still up for debate.” He huffs, bringing his other hand up and brushing a thumb across your cheek. Then he moves in again.

Even though it isn’t the first, this kiss tastes like the beginning of something extraordinary.

[sebspocketsquare]

Quarantine 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (online)

A/N: Heya guys! Here’s part 7! I hope you enjoy it ;)

Warnings: Flirting, language, quarantine, feels, fluff, moments of sadness, storms 

[J:] So.. Saturday at 5:00. Sound good?

[You:] Sounds perfect :) Let’s hope this weather clears up before then..

It was late afternoon, you were eating your first meal of the day.

A bowl of your favorite cereal.

[J:] I really enjoyed our date last night, by the way.. 

[J:] Sorry I was pretty nervous at first..

You smile, setting your bowl on the coffee table as you respond.

[You:] Oh, you don’t have to be sorry at all.. I was just as nervous as you were :)

[You:] First dates are always weird, J..

[You:] Ours just happened to be a little weirder than most. :P

[J:] I really really REALLY hate first dates…

You’re about to respond, tell him you feel the exact same way, but…

[J:] And yet, I still love ours.

[J:] And I’m really looking forward to the next one. :)

His text has your heart fluttering like a swarm of butterflies, and you decide to change the subject.

[You:] Speaking of our date..

[You:] I believe we made a deal, didn’t we?

You can see him start typing, erase it and stop, and then start typing again.

This pattern repeats four times before an actual message comes through.

[J:] You first.

You knew he was nervous about this part for some reason, so you had no issue with obliging this request.

Luckily you had brushed your hair today when you first woke up, put on your moisturizer and a bit of mascara. You weren’t as dolled up as you could be, but you thought it was better this way.

If quarantine had taught you anything, it was how to be comfortable with your bare face, to fall in love with some of your natural qualities.

Taking a seat in a chair by the window, you open your camera and take a few selfies from the more flattering angles you’d looked up on pinterest.

They’re pretty enough, but not what you’re looking for.

With a sigh, you look out the window at a lone, common starling sitting on the branch of a tree. He looks to you and cocks his head, as if to say ‘hello’. Your lip curls into a half smile, and at that moment, your thumb slips and captures an accidental photo.

It would turn out to be the perfect one.

It takes you exactly six and a half minutes to actually gain the courage to press send.

As soon as you do, you put your phone screen down on the table and groan, hiding your face in your hands.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuck. Why did I send that one?” 

You suddenly regret not putting more makeup on, not editing out the tiny blemish on your chin, not being certain that your hair wasn’t frizzy.

What if this was it - the beginning of the end?

Your phone buzzes from its place on the table.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, before you pick it up.

It’s a string of texts from J, with more coming in with every moment that passes.

[J:] Doll

[J:] Goddamnnnnn…

[J:] You are seriously the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

[J:] Like… are you real??

[J:] How did i get so goddamn lucky?

[J:] Your eyes are so gorgeous, holy shit.

If you weren’t warm in the face before, you were now.

[You:] Don’t stare too much. :P

[J:] Too late for that. I can’t stop.

He’s silent for a few minutes, and you’re sure it’s because he’s staring at your photo again.

[You:] I do believe it’s your turn, Sarge. ;)

It takes him even longer to reply this time.

He starts typing, stops, and then starts again in a vicious cycle.

[J:] You don’t wanna see me, Doll.. I haven’t shaved in like three weeks…

You can’t help but pout a little bit.

[You:] We made a deal, J :(

[You:] Don’t hide those pretty blue eyes from me.

Hopeful that your playful attempt at comfort would be convincing enough for him, you set your phone back on the coffee table and head to the kitchen to wash your dishes.

When you return five minutes later, you’re happy to find that you have two new messages.

[J:] Alright, just.. I hope you’re not disappointed.

[J:]

Your jaw goes slack and you can’t tear your eyes away from his.

They were beautiful. 

The way the deep blue of the outer edge surrounded the light blue-grey iris reminded you of crashing ocean waves, and you wanted nothing more than to get lost in them.

You can’t tell if time has slowed down or if you just weren’t breathing correctly anymore, but you can hear your heart beating in your ears as you look him over.

He’s gorgeous. The glittering grey hairs throughout his beard only made him even more attractive and for some strange reason, all you wanted to do was run your fingertips through it.

Was he even real?

[J:] Doll…?

You don’t even realize it’s been fifteen minutes since he’s sent the picture.

[You:] Sorry, it’s just..

[You:] You know you’re gorgeous, right?

[You:] Like.. Probably the most beautiful man in the history of like.. Ever??

You’re well aware you sound like a bit of a fangirl, but so what? He was breathtaking.

[J:] You’re just being nice.

A scoff escapes your lips as you respond.

[You:] Um, no. 

[You:] I meant it.

[You:] I can’t believe you’ve been hiding those eyes from me for so long.

[J:] You’re too kind.

You decide to tease him a little.

[You:] Are you blushing, Sarge? ;)

[J:] I just might be, doll.

The rest of your day is spent chatting back and forth. J said he had to do some assignments for work on his computer, so he couldn’t game until really late that night, but it didn’t bother you.

It gave you a chance to relax and watch some TV for a while.

The first channel that comes up is the news, and you’re about to turn it off, but something catches your eye.

They’re interviewing Captain America, a fluff piece of him telling you what you can do to help your community - proper social distancing measures and proper handwashing etiquette.

He’s wearing a mask, so only the bottom half of his face is visible, but he looks oddly familiar.

It takes five minutes of watching it to realize who he reminds you of.

Sam. J’s Sam.

You pick up your phone, deciding to share your thoughts.

[You:] So.. I was watching the news..

[J:] Yikes.

[You:] Yeah..

[You:] Have you ever noticed how much Sam and Captain America look alike?

He takes ten minutes to respond, and by this time, the interview with the Captain is over, and you’ve moved on to a re-run of one of your favorite shows.

[J:] Uh, no…

[J:] Why?

[J:] What makes you think that?

All three texts come in quick succession, almost as if they were sent out of panic.

Two more show up on your screen in the same spirit.

[J:] Besides, haven't you seen Sam’s arms? He’s got fucking bird arms.

[J:] Captain America is super buff. No way they’re the same person.

You think back to when Sam came to your apartment to install your security system, and you specifically remember thinking how nice his arms were..

But the fact that J seems to be a little uncomfortable with your observation has you feeling weird too, so you decide to drop the subject for now.

[You:] I guess you’re right. My mind must be playing tricks on me.

[You:] I blame the quarantine.

The reply you receive is only three letters long, and it doesn’t sit right with you either.

[J:] Lol

SUNDAY, 4:15PM

You’ve been awake since noon, which is early for you nowadays. 

It’s been nearly hailing all day, and it was beginning to also put a damper on your mood.

You had to cancel your second date due to the storms, and your make-up date with J was supposed to be in forty five minutes, but there was no way it could happen with the weather in its current state.

It’s be surprising if the whole city didn’t lose power at this rate.

[You:] I think we’re gonna have to cancel again tonight, J.. 

[You:] It’s just getting worse as time goes on.

It breaks your heart to have to cancel on him twice in only a matter of two days, but the cons outweigh the pros in this situation.

[J:] But… our date

[J:] :(

Releasing a heavy sigh, you send back a sad face of your own, chewing the inside of your cheek in an attempt to not let your emotions get the best of you.

[New photo message from J. To view image, unlock device]

The message appears on your screen moments after you’ve begun packing away your date set up. Something in your gut told you he wasn’t going to listen to your recommendation to stay home.

When you open it, you’re not surprised at what you find, but you are absolutely smitten.

 [J:] I’m on my way, doll. Don’t give up on me just yet.

[J:]

You get so distracted staring at his lips, his goddamn perfect, beautiful lips that you don’t notice when twenty minutes has passed since he sent the photo.

He’d be here sooner than you expected, and worse, he was walking in the rain to do it.

What were you going to do with a man who’s stubbornness matched your own?

You decide to set a blanket outside, along with a thermos full of hot coffee.

The sky is dark grey, almost black in some spots, and the fact that it was only 5:00 only made it that much more obvious how nasty of a storm this was turning out to be.

You hoped he was okay.

Back against the door, you sit and wait for him.

Within half an hour, his signature sound of arrival hits the door in quick succession.

Knock. Knock Knock. Knock.

Always in time with your heart.

“How bad was your walk?” You ask immediately, to which you hear a noise that’s somewhere between a groan and a laugh. “That bad, huh?”

“The thunder was pretty loud. Made me jump a few times.” He finally confesses.

Your heart drops, “J.. I told you not to come. I know you wanted to have our date, and I.. I really did too, but.. It’s freezing and raining. You could get sick.”

Concern is dripping from each and every word, and you miss the way his entire face lights up. His heart flutters at hearing how much you care for him. About him.

“Yeah, well, doll.. You’re worth it. Thanks for the coffee by the way. Good call.”

You hear him set his backpack down, followed by his jacket rubbing against the door as he sits. He lets out a half sigh, half hiss when his jeans hit the concrete beneath him, and you’re sure he’s completely soaked to the bone.

Outwardly, you say nothing. Silence. 

He’s not sure if you’re upset or angry. Or maybe just lost in contemplation.

Inwardly, you’re facing a battle. 

A battle between letting a man whom you had surprisingly strong feelings for sit out in the rain and catch a cold, and letting said man inside your apartment during a nationwide quarantine, never having met him face to face.

The lights flicker on and off. On and off again.

The thunder rumbles and you can see the sky flash through your curtains.

J lets out a soft, “Doll?”

Your windows fill with a quick, bright, white light for a moment, before the loudest crash of thunder makes your body tremble.

Your apartment goes black and silent in a matter of seconds, and J releases a quiet, “What the hell?”

Your hands are quaking, and your heartbeat kicks into overdrive as you make your final choice.

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[jonghotual-blog]

WISH / jeong yunho

PAIRING / jeong yunho & (gender neutral) reader [ft. the rest of ateez]

GENRE / teeny tiny bit of angst, fluff

WORD COUNT / 1.1k

DEDICATED TO / @purincafe ☆ also to the birthday boy himself!! i hope yunho’s having a wonderful day and he’s getting lots of love!!!

SYNOPSIS / he thought that everyone forgot about his birthday, but boy was he wrong.

Upon entering the living room after searching every room in the dorm, Yunho’s smile had dropped. He woke up, excited to spend his day with his lover and his friends, only to be left alone in the dorm for who knows how long. He let out a sigh, plopping down on the couch and crossing his arms. “Happy birthday to me, I guess...” he muttered bitterly, glancing over at the clock. 10:25 AM. Where was everyone? Where had they gone? He would have appreciated it if they’d at least left a note to let him know when they’d be back, or better yet, if they woke him up to let him know.

He sat on the couch for a few minutes in silence before deciding that he wasn’t going to let this ruin his birthday. Besides, they’d probably be back any time now. It would be easy for him to entertain himself while they were gone; maybe he could play that game Yeosang had shown him a few days back, or he could watch a movie, or even make himself some breakfast! With the thought of food, he nodded to himself and made his way to the kitchen, rummaging around for a short while before deciding on a simple breakfast of eggs and toast.

Not even half an hour later, as he was sat back on the couch and switching through channels to find something to watch, the front door opened. The boys had immediately shut up when they saw Yunho on the couch, eyes wide as they hadn’t been expecting him to be awake as he’d gone to sleep late the night before and he told them he would be sleeping in.

They each greeted him, filing into the dorm and sitting around the room, some on the couch and others sitting on the floor.

“Hi guys! Where’d you go?” he questioned once everyone had gotten comfortable, “And where’s (Y/N)?”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong shared a look, the latter being the one to speak up for the whole group, “We went to run some errands, sorry we didn’t let you know. We thought you’d still be asleep by the time we got home, you said you were going to sleep in? As for (Y/N): They had something they had to do, they said to tell you they’d be back later today and that they love you very much.”

Yunho frowned at the vague response. What ‘errands’ would involve all of them? Seeing as no one had any bags with them, he could rule out shopping (besides, shopping was generally a two-person job in this dorm). He had no idea what they could have been doing... Maybe they were planning something? That raised his spirits, but the frown stayed in place. “Ah, okay...”

You normally told him when you had to go somewhere, or at least left him a note if you couldn’t tell him directly. He found the circumstances somewhat suspicious, but let the topic go for now seeing as none of the boys wanted to give him a proper explanation.

Two hours later and Yunho was bitter once again. Not one of the boys had told him happy birthday, and he knew it was selfish to be thinking like that, but he felt that they should have at least acknowledge the fact that it was his day. What kind of friends would forget his birthday? He said nothing about it, though, not wanting to come off as self-centered.

Yeosang had been the one to notice how he was acting and brought it up to Seonghwa when the two were in the kitchen, away from everyone else.

“Do you think Yunho feels bad because we haven’t said anything regarding his birthday yet...?” he questioned, a small frown etched on his lips. Seonghwa was silent for a moment, having just realized that Yunho was acting off.

“Maybe... But we can’t say anything, we’ll make it up to him soon. (Y/N) said they’d be back with the cake at 12:30, so we just have to keep this up for a little while longer.”

Sure enough, you’d shown up at the exact time you’d told the others you’d be there, cake box in your hands and a smile on your face. You did feel bad that you’d left Yunho to wake up with no explanation of where you’d gone, especially on his birthday, but you hoped he’d forgive you. The boys had kept Yunho away from the door so they could keep the surprise, Mingi being the one sent to distract him and get him to go into another room while you set up.

It hadn’t taken long to set up the living room for the surprise. You’d also brought a few balloons and streamers, which the boys were more than happy to put up while you placed candles on the cake and lit them. As you lit the last candle, Jongho ran off to let Mingi know it was okay for them to come back.

While the seven of you were setting up, Mingi had brought Yunho to his room and insisted on showing him some lyrics he had been working on — they weren’t finished, so that was what had tipped Yunho off. Mingi rarely showed lyrics that weren’t finished, unless he was asking for help, and even then that was generally brought to Hongjoong. So they had been planning something all along!

When Jongho poked his head into the room, Yunho had pretended not to notice the silent conversation he and Mingi had before he disappeared once again, Mingi clearing his throat and putting the notebook of lyrics back in its place. “This is probably boring, sorry... Why don’t we go back to the livingroom?”

The second he set foot into the room, everyone broke out into song, the smile on Yunho’s face growing by the second when he saw that you were there. He’d begun to expect this was coming, so he wasn’t as suprised as everyone had hoped, but the joy on his face was enough to make them happy, especially you. You wrapped your arms around him as he came close, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as the song came to an end. “Happy birthday, baby~” you whispered, your voice only loud enough for him to hear.

“Did you plan this, or was it their doing?” he asked, kissing your forehead. At the nod of your head, he grinned once again, “I love it. Thank you so much, love.”

“Yunho! Come on, the candles are melting, come make a wish!”

He couldn’t help but think, with you in his arms and his friends around him, that he had nothing he could wish for that he didn’t already have.

[ofwolvesandbutterflies]

Valentine’s Special

Stray Kids Bang Chan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Valentine’sDay!AU...? 

A/N: woah you guys, two posts in a month, I feel accomplished. Anyways, happy valentine’s day! shout out to all my single ladies (and gentlemen and people) out there, love you, love yourself. Being single is cool. Being part of a relationship is cool, too. Have a great valentine’s day! I hope you like it!

“Oof,” I grunt, literally jumping onto my couch. Decked out in a sweatshirt 3 sizes too big for me, exercise tights and a beanie I haven’t washed for probably a good 2 months, I check out my surroundings.

Fried chicken? Check

Mint chocolate moose tracks? Check

Hallmark Channel on? Check

Box of chocolates on the table bought for me from me? Check

Work phone off (probably not the best idea but whatever)? Check

Two spoons? Check

I close my eyes, not really sad at all. I mean sure, some people think it sucks to be single on Valentine’s day, but then again, those are the people that aren’t single. They have to worry about doing all this stuff for their significant others, making sure they have presents, chocolates, flowers, whatever… Honestly though, it seems kinda burdensome. It’s nice not having to worry about all that as a single person. Besides, I have my best friend.

A sudden aggressive rapping of knuckles on the my front door interrupts the moment of calm I have before the commercial break ends on Hallmark Channel.

“__! Open the damn door, my hands are full!”

Rolling my eyes, I can’t help the smile that slips onto my lips. My neighbor and best friend for what seems like it’s been forever yells, also very aggressively, summoning me to aid his very urgent needs. I push myself off the couch and yell back.

“Hold your horses, Chan! Gimme time to climb out of this mountain of fried chicken and ice cream.”

“Hurry up, you slug! I swear, knowing you it’s going to be next year by the time you get to the door.”

“Don’t tempt me, boy.” The smile grows on my mouth. I don’t ever feel the need to have a significant other, because with a best friend like Bang Chan, I really don’t need one.

“__, do you want the snack foods I bought for you or not? I could just leave and share them with the other boys…”

“Okay, okay, I’m coming. Chill bro.” When it comes to food, I wouldn’t care if you were in a dark alley holding out some sketchy looking slime, food is my main motivation in life. Any threats saying you’d give my food to someone else and I will do anything so long as it means that that food is mine.

Hurrying my snail’s pace to the opening the door, I’m met with a cheeky grin decorating my best friend’s face.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, you single loser.”

I open the door wider for him to come inside, the smile on his face mirroring my own.

“Shut up, Chan, we both know you couldn’t get a girl for shit.”

He laughs, loud, boisterous, and lively, a beautiful, clear sound I know for sure I wouldn’t be able to live without.

“I’m hot and you know it.”

“Yeah, so is burnt noodles but they’re still ugly as fuck.”

As I’m shutting the door, Chan is still somehow able to shift all the bags of trashy and unhealthy food to clench his heart in mock hurt.

“I come here all the way from Seoul and you still treat me like trash? I’m hurt.”

I scoff, taking a bag.

“We’re still in Seoul, you twit. It only takes you like 10 minutes to get from the Entertainment building to my apartment by skateboard, 20-25 at the most walking.”

He chuckles lightly and sets the remaining bags down by the edge of the coffee table before collapsing on the couch. The second his head hits the cushions, he closes his eyes and lets out a long exhale. I start to feel guilty for making him wait at the door. He is a kpop idol afterall, and he works his ass off daily. I can only imagine how long he practiced today and what time he went to sleep this morning.

“Not my point, but true.”

Settling down beside my best friend, I open the bag, shuffling through the cheap food he got.

“Mmm… spicy beef ramyeon, chocolate, ace crackers, shrimp chips, sweet rice pies… did you get any hapi bing bing or choco pies?” I inquire, my eyes still on the food.

“Wha...?” I hear him say, mumbling through a half-sleeping mind. I smack his leg lightly to wake him up.

“Did you get any hapi bing bing?” This time, Chan manages to crack one eye open.

“No. I didn’t know what kind you wanted.”

“How about choco pies?” I set the bag down, looking over at him. He closes his eyes again, resting a forearm over his face and tosses another bag towards me.

“Should be in here.”

I’ve just opened and started to search the bag when my hand brushes against a familiar thin, rectangular box.

At that exact same moment, Chan’s eyes blink open in realization and he sits straight up, arms shooting out to grab the bag. I’m too quick though, and I pull out the well known box of chocolate Pepero sticks.

“Chan…” I squint at him, holding up the box. Never in the last 7 years has Chan gotten me a box of Pepero sticks. Tossing the box into his lap, I dig further into the bag and discover one, two, three more boxes of pepero sticks. White chocolate with cookie crumbles, strawberry, matcha…

He stares at me blankly, a pretty crimson pink quickly materializing on his cheeks.

“Uhm… Those were supposed to be a surprise.”

I laugh, placing the bag back onto the floor and cracking open a box.

“Why wait? You haven’t ever given me pepero sticks before. Something special happening today?” I ask, smirking. Though I’d never admit it verbally, I know very well that he’s attractive, as does my currently quickly beating heart.

From my peripheral vision, he gulps visibly, hands twitching slightly at his side.  

“Ahh… I thought it’d - I don’t know - be fun to play the Pepero game today.”

I lean closer to my seatmate, trying to look as innocent as possible and pushing my lips into a duck face to tease the reddening boy beside me that’s doing everything in his power not to look me in the eye.

“Something you want to tell me, Chan?”

“No.” Without saying much of anything else, he grabs the box, opens the bag, and shoves a stick in my mouth.

“Don’t move and don’t bite down.” Looking up at the older boy in shock, there’s a spark of determination twinkling in his eyes. Taken aback by newfound courage in the what used to be the pink-faced shy boy beside me, I can’t really find it in me to mess around with him further.

Still as a statue, I watch, probably cross-eyed as he scoots closer and closer to the pepero stick poking out from between my teeth. It seems the closer he gets, the hotter my body temperature rises. My heartbeat is spiking drastically. My breathing is speeding up. My brain scoffs at me.

For someone who’s just fine being single, you’re sure getting nervous.

Finally, his mouth reaches the opposite end of the chocolate covered biscuit and his hand cautiously reaches towards me to cradle the back of my head. I can only stare as he nears me, his bites slow and careful. He gets closer and closer and his gaze fixes itself on me. For a moment, it seems time slows. My ringing heartbeat decelerates in my head and I’m holding my breath.

I’m frozen. One more bite and his lips brush mine, stuttering only for a second before fully enveloping them in a kiss.

I don’t know if it’s even possible, but I’m more frozen than before. Then, instantaneously, my body moves as if it has a mind of its own. My eyelids slide closed and my arms wrap themselves around my best friend’s lithe waist. I know I should pull away, I know I should stop myself, but his free arm slides me into his lap and his soft lips are plush and captivating.

Soon enough, he pulls away, breathing heavily. I’m left, still shocked, still breathless. The silence between us is deafening and I have absolutely no idea what’s going to happen next.  

It’s Chan that breaks the silence with an awkward but welcome laugh.

“Is… Is there actually any of the pepero stick left?”

I immediately unfreeze as if that’s the magic phrase and laugh.

“I guess not.” Deciding that I don’t like sitting on his lap, rigid as an icicle, I lift his arm and relax into it.

All of a sudden, it’s him that’s gone stiff.

“Chan~” I whine. “It’s just me.”

“I know,” he all but whispers. “But I also happen to kinda like you.”

I giggle softly.

“So you did have something to tell me.”

He relaxes finally and hums,

“Yeah… I guess I did.”

“I kinda like you, too,” I mumble, subconsciously tracing random patterns on his taut stomach with my fingertip. His arms wrap themselves around me and he presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“That’s good. I’m glad.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Chan.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, __, my favorite person in the whole world.”

I snuggle into my best friend and now significant other’s side, the hallmark movies and pepero sticks more or less forgotten.

“Wait… What was that you were saying about me not being able to get a girl for shit?”

“Shut up, Chan.”

[sunshinechii-scenarios]

Day with Suga

There’s a snow storm here and my lights keep flickering. I’d like to thank mother nature for inspiring this part of the series. FHDSJK I hate snow ಥ╭╮ಥ what can I do tho.You can find the other parts on the always updating masterlist!

✿  BTS Suga x Gender Neutral Reader ✿  Fluff ✿  1.6K words ✿  Not Requested ✿ Written by Chii ✿

I made the following divider so please don’t take it or use in your own posts, thank you .- Chii

         You were patiently waiting in your home, waiting for Yoongi, to be exact. It had been really long since you two had time to yourselves and the sparse phone calls barely sufficed. So, when Yoongi texted you that he had a free day, the two of you immediately made plans to hang out. Going out wasn’t an option since it was risky and the weather wasn’t so pleasant today. The sky looked anything but clear and blue but the weather wasn’t going to stop you two from seeing each other. You texted Yoongi while you took a break from eating the breakfast you made after waking up around half an hour ago. You stared out the window and observed the weather. Your phone buzzed and you read the message he sent:

The weather is absolute shit, I don’t want to go outside to hangout.

Your fingers danced across the screen to respond to him.

Makes the two of us.

You paused to do a quick scan of your home before starting to type another message. You had a few clothing items sprawled on your couch and your floors probably required minimal attention from the broom. You started to type again.

Do you want to come over?

Right after, Yoongi replied as fast as he could before rushing out of his bed to change.

Yes. I’ll be over in an hour and a half, PD just called us in for a monthly report. I’ll see you then.

You started to finish up breakfast and attempted in cleaning up your home. You put the clothes in the laundry basket and tidied up the living room before cleaning the dishes. Once you dried off the dishes you checked the clock, only 15 minutes passed. You sat on your now clean couch and scrolled through social media, seeing Yoongi and his band mates all over. You noticed he didn’t look exactly happy in the photos, he always looked tired and forced an expression on his face.

         More than two hours had passed since Yoongi’s text, you were about to call him until you heard a knock on the door and got up to open it. Once you did, Yoongi stepped through the door and quickly pulled you into a hug. You felt his arm around your waist and his hand behind your head, holding you into his chest.

“Fuck, I missed you.” You heard his voice by your ear, still as clear as ever. You heard him say, a little surprised at his sudden vulgar words but you knew he meant it out of care. You smile and hug him back, pushing into his chest a little bit more. Yoongi held on for such a long time that you had to pry him off so you could close the door behind him.

“How have you been?” He said as he took off his cap, revealing his new hair color.

You started to feel his hair, the strands felt dry against your fingers.

“I’ve been bored and lonely, I have so much work piled up from everything.” You took your hand out of his hair.

“I’ve been the same, it’s been hard getting sleep recently.” He ran his hand through his hair, letting the strands fall where they did. 

“Yoongi!” You shouted, surprising him a bit as you saw his shoulder raise in the slightest.

“Mh?” He answered rather calmly.

“I should have assumed but why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t getting sleep?!” You hit his arm lightly while you spoke.

“Because you’ll freak out like you are right now and would have rejected my proposal to hang out.” He sat on the couch. You went to throw a pillow at him but a small line of beeps rang in your ears. You turned around to see what could be making the noise.

“Did you hear that?” You turned to the window and right at that moment a flash of lightning followed by the sound of thunder clapped. You heard a loud beep and suddenly the lights went out.

“Oh, perfect. The power went out.” You said dryly, you looked over to the window. The sliver of orange sun outside the window was being taken over by a gray and dull cloud. You didn’t realize the sun was setting already while you were waiting. A few seconds later you hear the sound of raindrops hitting your window. Yoongi turned his phone’s back light on as you went to search for a flashlight. Once you found it, you opted to look for some candles to brighten up the place in a less artificial light

“I would say do you want to go home but,” you paused to let him hear the heavy rain outside, “I don’t know if that’s an option.”

“It’s fine, I’d rather be here with you anyway.” He said while sitting on the couch, he texted his manager about his situation. Yoongi saw you on the opposite side of the couch, a little too far from him.

“What are you doing so far from me?” You looked over to see his bottom lip jutting out in the slightest with the candle light on the table. You rolled your eyes and scooted closer to Yoongi. The candle light flickered, you saw a battered up orange and black box.

“Do you wanna play Jenga to pass time?” You asked as you pointed to the box in the corner of your living room. Sadly, there wasn’t much to do in a black out.

“Didn’t you have Monopoly?” He asked while shifting in his seat.

“I bought it to the dorms over a year ago and I still haven’t gotten it back.” You recalled when they got their first win and wanted you to come over. You bought over all your board and card games but one in particular never made it back to your house.

“Jenga it is.” Yoongi said, he made a mental reminder to look for the game when he got back to the dorms.

“Set it up, I might have some snacks in the fridge.” You got up and walked to the kitchen with your phone flashlight on. Opening the cabinets, you saw half full bags of chips and a few bags of mini candy bars and grabbed them. You walked back to the living room and put the snacks on the table while Yoongi put the box on the floor. He sat down and turned his head up to you.

“What are we playing for?” He asked.

“Do you want to play for pizza? Loser pays” You said. You saw Yoongi pick up the flashlight and look over into your kitchen, staring at the countless takeout boxes in the trash.

“Despite what you’re thinking right now,“ you looked over at the trash,“I swear I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”

“I’m sure you are,” he ruffled your hair, messing it up and smiling at his job well done.

“I’ll order it.” He pulled out his phone and started to walk off to find a quiet place to call.

“It’s nice to see you smile again by the way.” You said. He turned around with his phone on his ear, he shot you a smile before walking again to order. He came back into the dark living room area, his phone lighting up his face with a blue light as opposed to the orange lights in the room.

“It’ll be here in 45 minutes, we have time for you to lose this game.” He gave a sly smile towards you.

“Uh, Min Yoongi. Is this a challenge?” You crossed your arms towards him.

“Yes, yes it is.” He smiled back at you as he readied himself for rock-paper-scissors to see who would go first.

“Rock, paper, scissors. Shoot!” The two of you said in unison. You let out a rock while he let out scissors. “I win!” You shouted, although you didn’t know if that was good or bad for games based on luck.

“Alright, alright winner. Pick your block.” He said as he let his back hit the bottom of the couch. One round and then two, you both played best four out of five. One after another the blocks were stacked on top of each other until there was a single one left on the bottom. No other blocks were loose and you knew that you’d be the loser.

“Go for it.” He said, his voice full of confidence that you would lose. You glared at him as you nervously poked at it with your nail. You nervously gulped before sliding your hand under the blocks as quick as you could blink. The block flew somewhere in the room and the pile fell as it was. A few blocks moved out of place but none fell down.

“No way.” He was in shock, you were in shock. You looked at him with a wide grin on your face.

“Ahhh! I did it.” Your arms went up and happily flailed around.

“Oh my-. How did you?!” He looked at the blocks, there was none left to choose from what wouldn’t end up in him losing.

“I’ll just claim my victory now, thank you very much.” Just then the loud beep sounded through your home and you heard your T.V beep, signaling that the cable box was up again.

“Power!” Just then the bell rung. Yoongi got up and looked through his jacket for his wallet. While Yoongi closed the door after thanking the delivery guy and tipping him, you put the game back into its box and cleared off the coffee table. You went to blow out the candles as he walked back to the couch area. Instead of placing the box on the table and using plates, he opened the box on his lap. He started to eat while flipping through the TV channels. You frowned at the bits falling from it.

“You’re getting crumbs all over my couch.” You said as you started to brush them off.

“I invite you over again and you make a mess on my couch, what kind of friend?” You saw him roll his eyes and picked up another slice.

“I’m sure there’s still popcorn from the last time you watched Netflix, shush and eat.” He held the slice in front of you, you bit into it before taking it from his hands and into your own. You guessed that there would be less dishes needed to be done.

“So, how did you like today?” You asked before you took a bite of the pizza.

“Honestly, it was the worst. We played 5 rounds of Jenga in the dark and I paid for pizza,” he said in an annoyed tone that made you worried that he didn’t enjoy his day off, “but,” he paused.

“I’m glad it was with you.” He looked over to you and smiled for the uncountable time today. You made a face and laughed.

“You’re getting mushy on me, eat your pizza.” You pointed to the half eaten piece in his hands.

“Will do, winner.”

Boi I wrote this while my power went out this week LOL. It rained badly and now we have this snow storm here. I walked home with wet hair bc of the snowflakes and IT FROZE OVER. Bless my friend Tata and her dad for driving me home tho. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this! Until next time! 

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

[dat-town]

Bowling date

Characters: Jeongguk & You 

Genre: fluff fluff fluff (i was supposed to write something else but watching his vlive distracted me and apparently i haven’t written fluff with him before)

Words: 2422

Summary: Jungkook is trying to be cool but fails (because he’s too cute for his own good) featuring you trying to impress him with you non-existing bowling skills.

It definitely wasn’t the wisest idea to say yes to a bowling date. Yeah sure, your crush of more than two years finally asked you out and you would have been an idiot to turn him down… But bowling? You had absolutely no idea about it. Yet, you were too delighted to care about sweet little nothings like this when he walked up to you after art class and asked if you are free on Friday and if you liked bowling. Your response was immediate, you didn’t even think until it hit home: you will go bowling with Jeon freaking Jungkook, the class’ ace and most popular boy. And you will probably humiliate yourself while trying to act like you know how to play because your chatty mouth said that you loved bowling very much. Is it too late to turn back now? you wonder and your steps halt in the middle of a busy street in Hongdae.

Jungkook even offered to pick you up but your mother would probably get a heart attack if she saw you get on a motorbike with someone. In the end you agreed to meet at the bowling centrum which is now in front of you in all its glory. Based on its shiny, trendy colours alongside with the modern architecture it must be a popular place among high schoolers. Maybe it won’t be that bad. You fidget with the end of your shirt and brush a reckless lock behind your ear while texting Jungkook that you arrived. It makes your heart flutter that he answers right away: come in, i’m at the reception!

You take a huge breath trying to calm down your rattling heart and you walk up to the entrance on trembling legs. Just as you want to push the glass door, someone opens it wide for you and said someone welcomes you with a heart-warming smile.

“Hi! I’m glad you could make it.” Jungkook ushers you in while holding the door for you You thank his chivalry with a shy nod as you quickly make your way inside.

“This way,” he beckons you towards the playing area and you guess he’d already booked a lane for you.

While walking next to him, your breath hitches in your throat when you take a proper look at him. You rarely see him in anything but the school uniform and you are taken aback how good he really looks. Of course, he looks dashing in plain button-ups and the boring grey jacket you have at school but this is different. Good different. You feel your heart skip a beat at the sight of him in a simple black t-shirt tucked into his ripped jeans. His tan skin glows under the neon lights and a strand of dark fringe is peeking out from under his beanie. You aren’t even aware you’re staring until he catches you red-handed in the act. You look away bashfully but you’re not the only one blushing.

“Do you want anything to drink? I can grab us something while you change,” he offers like a gentleman but you panic for a moment and almost choke on your own saliva.

“Ch-change?”

You didn’t know bowling requires any special equipment or outfit. You decided on something nice but comfortable when you chose your white A-line skirt and a pretty light blue blouse. Maybe it’s not the most appropriate outfit for a date with sport activities but you wanted to leave a good impression. Your skirt reaches your knees anyway so you should be okay. Unless you were supposed to bring something to change into. Which you didn’t do because you had no idea.

“Your shoes,” Jungkook explains with a confused frown while pointing at your feet and you visibly gulp.

“Oh yeah…” you giggle nervously, a part of you already wishing the ground to swallow you up before you make an even bigger fool out of yourself. You add in a quiet mutter. “ How could I forget?”

You glance around quickly and feel relieved when you catch a glimpse of the shoe rental station in one corner. It would have been way too awkward to admit you don’t even have bowling shoes to begin with. You snap out of your momentary trance by his sweet voice calling your name and you look up at him. God, he’s so tall and handsome. Like a Greek statue sculpted by one of the finest artists of its era.

“So do you?”

“Do I what?” you blink at him still dazed. What did he ask again?

“Want a drink?” he flashes you his signature wide smile. Luckily he seems rather amused than annoyed by your slow-witted reactions. You clear your throat as you try to get a hold of yourself.

“Uh… yes, a Coke will be fine,” you manage to get out and sigh while you watch him turning his back to you, heading to the bar to get your drinks. You bury your face into your hands with a groan and overcome the urge to stamp your feet on the ground at your helplessness.

You’re already here, you shouldn’t screw up now, you remind yourself and walk over to the guy in the corner asking for a shoe in your size. It’s an understatement to say that you are dumbfounded by the poor design. It looks straight out of a 1960’ American movie but you don’t comment on it and thank the employee for his help. You quickly return to your and Jungkook’s booth and manage to put both shoes on successfully before the boy arrives with two bottles of Coke. Only then you notice that he wears the exact same kind of shoes as you. Even though you know probably everyone here has the same brand, you can’t help those nasty butterflies in your stomach at the thought of your couple look.

“Are you ready?” Jungkook turns to you excitedly and does some weird warming-up ritual with a few squats and hand gestures. You shyly imitate him and look at the long bowling lane in fear.

“Well, it’s been a while since I last played so I will be quite rusty,” you warn him trying to sound confident while praying that beginner’s luck will be on your side today.

“Me, too. I might have lost my touch,” Jungkook says with a reassuring smile and steps to the machine to start a new game. He stops at the step which requires the addition of players’ names in order. You’re about to tell him that he should go first when he speaks up: “Do you want me to go ahead?”

“Yes, please,” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He must have sensed your insecurity but he doesn’t tease you about it. For that you can’t be grateful enough.

You take a sip of your drink while you watch Jungkook choosing from the neon coloured balls and settling with a purple one. You try not to stare too obviously as your gaze follows the graceful motion of his body as he releases the ball and knocks down eight pins under one try.

“Wow! It’s you out of practice? Then how are you at your best?” you exclaim in awe and clap eagerly when his second shot leaves the alley with no pins standing and apparently it’s a thing called spare.

Jungkook just shrugs shyly and then the machine signals that it’s your turn. Your blood turns cold as you walk up to the balls. You only hesitate a little before picking up a pretty pink that caught your eyes. However, it barely budges as you try to lift it.

“Woah,” you groan frustrated. You haven’t expected it to be so much heavier than a regular ball.

“Check out the weight first! I usually play with the one that weighs thirteen pounds,” Jungkook comes to your rescue again and you laugh at yourself when you realize you tried to lift up the ball that had the number 15 printed on it.

“I know, I just wanted to try it,” you lie and you hope it isn’t as transparent as you think so. You go for the nine pounds ball and fortunately it’s much lighter than the former one. You are confused because of the three holes in it but since you try to look totally in control, you experimentally stuck in random three of your fingers. You try to copy Jungkook’s fluid movements but you almost end up falling forward when you reach the line but forget to release the ball. When it eventually drops out of your hand, it goes straight into one of the two semi-cylindrical channels on both sides of the lane. It earns you zero points that’s called gutter according to the screen showing your results.

“Oops,” you try to mask your awkwardness by being funny about it and based on Jungkook’s light chuckle, it’s working.

“Don’t be disheartened. You just have to keep trying,” Jungkook encourages you when your second ball ends up in the gutter, too. He’s way too nice and considerate.

After a while your constant failures can’t be blamed on being out of practice. Especially because when you do hit a pin or two, you literally throw a celebration way too happy for somebody who has played this before. But you have Jungkook to cheer you on and he even offers to help you improve your technique and posture.

“Let me help you. You are too stiff,” he declares at one point probably having enough of watching your miserable attempts. He walks up behind you and put his hands gently on your waist. You freeze immediately, not knowing what to do. You can feel his warmth close to your own and his breath keeps hitting your neck.

“Here like this, you should bend your knees and lean a little forward while you give a push to your ball,” he explains in a serious tone demonstrating by guiding your arm back and forth while you stare straight ahead targeting the pins that stand stubbornly after you successfully knocked down three of them. “Make sure not to spin it by turning your wrist. Okay, so four small steps and then do it like I showed.”

He lets you go and you do as he advised. Your ball is rolling in a straight line unlike your previous ones and you can’t do anything but gape when you miraculously manage to hit all the remaining pins in one go.

“Oh my god!” you squeal loudly and before you could stop yourself, you jump into Jungkook’s arms. He tenses up for a second, clearly not expecting your sudden outburst but recovers smoothly by patting your back a few times before you step back hesitantly.

“Uh… sorry,” you offer lamely. It’s so freaking embarrassing, you can’t even look him in the eye.

“No-no, it’s okay,” Jungkook coughs and you’re a little late to realize he does it to mask his own shyness. It’s cute. Just like the way he acted all sweet the whole evening and it helps you loosen up a bit. Bowling is actually quite fun once you get the hang of it. You enjoy taking turns, cheering for each other and chatting about literally everything - school, art projects, songs, video games, yourselves - while you’re at it. In the end, your time runs out way too quickly.

“You didn’t even have to try so hard. You would have won anyway,” you comment while you’re packing preparing to leave after two hours of playing. It was harder than you imagined, it physically tired you but you’re still all hyped up.

“I just wanted to impress you,” Jungkook shrugs next to you and freezes when you stop mid-action to look at him. “Did I say that out loud?”

“Yeah, you did,” you answer with a nod and find yourself smiling. Happiness blossoms in your chest as he stares at you like a bunny caught in highlights. Maybe it’s time for you to be honest with him, too. Without sincerity, there’s really no point of this, no matter how much you’d like to get on his good side. You have watched him for two years from afar, you’ll be fine even if he decides he doesn’t like the real you.

“Jungkook... I have to tell you something…” you begin while biting your lip nervously and intertwining your fingers in front of you.

“Let me guess:  you have no idea how bowling works,” he cuts in with an evident smirk on his handsome face and you gape at him.

“You knew?”

“I figured it out pretty quickly but you were too cute trying so I didn’t say a word,” he seems genuine when he compliments you and you find yourself blushing even harder when he continues: “By the way, you are really pretty tonight. Not that you look bad on other days, you’re beautiful no matter what, I just… Ahh, I didn’t said it earlier because I wanted to seem cool but I guess I’m ruining it now...”

“Thanks,” you interrupt him before he could say more because you’re already so flustered, you feel on the verge of combusting. Nobody has ever told you anything like this before.

However, Jungkook still looks a little uncomfortable, the way he tucks his hands into his jeans’ pockets and looks anywhere but you gives him away.

“Didn’t I disappoint you, though? I know my reputation is more…” he pauses for a moment to search for the right word. “...interesting.”

Oh. A bad boy with a motorbike, they say but even since you took the same art class and you watched him working so diligently at every lesson, you knew it’s bullshit. You didn’t fall for the rumours about him but the boy with doe eyes.

“No, you are way more interesting. Perfect,” you blurt out before you could stop yourself but the beaming smile on his face worth it.

“So are you up for another date?”

“Absolutely!” you reply without hesitation but this time you are smarter than saying yes to anything. “But not bowling.”

Jungkook pouts.

“Why not?” he looks at you with pleading eyes and you nudge him for his childishness. “I’m kidding. I’m fine with whatever. Though, I’d be happy to properly teach you bowling one day.”

“Okay. One day,” you promise because you have a feeling you’ll have lots of time to go on dates in the future. And maybe someday, you’ll let him take you to a bowling date again.