#just noticed how her neck is constantly exposed throughout the movie

[sunfloweryeri]

59 Hours

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader

Genre: Angst, a little fluff

Words: 4,547

Note: Requests are open! I write for all EXO members and other groups as well

“Are you still on for tonight?” Your friend Jongin asked you as you were gathering up your things to leave.

“Yeah, of course,” you said. You threw your bag over your shoulder as you said goodbye to Seoyeon. She waved goodbye to you as she was helping out a little boy to check out his library book. You followed Jongin outside to the afternoon breeze.

“Aw, you’re leaving?” A little girl with pigtails came running up to you.

“Jieun, you know I leave around this time everyday,” you said to the lite girl, smoothing down her hair.

“I know, I just want you to stay a little longer,” she said.

“She has to go home sweetie,” Jieun's mother told her. She smiled at you and ushered her daughter in the library. Jongin started walking towards his car as he waved bye to you. You walked towards the bus stop and waited for the bus to come.

You loved working at the library. You loved books since you were a little kid. They helped you escape the toxic household you grew up in. You vaguely could remember when your mom would drop you off to the library every Saturday so she could do god knows what. But you didn’t mind. Being in a room full of books was heaven to you. To have that much access to many stories around you made you feel less alone in the world. Your mom would constantly forget you at the library so one of the librarians would have to drive you home. You saw your mom smoking a pack of cigarettes on the porch. As soon as she saw you walk up the driveway, she would sigh and say sorry. But she continued to do it time and time again.

Because of that, the library has become your second home. By the time you were fifteen, you’ve spent almost everyday at the library. From doing your homework, to helping the librarians to eventually working at the library since you were eighteen years old. You were twenty-five now and you couldn’t imagine working anywhere else.

The bus eventually showed up and you got on. Many people asked you why you didn’t have your driver’s license and you always told them that you had no desire to drive a car. Some parts of that was true but some parts weren’t. The real reason why you didn’t want to drive a car was because of your father. Your father died when you were five because of a car crash and your life wasn’t the same since. It was one of the many reasons why your mom began to neglect you. She was torn to pieces because of your father’s death. She started smoking cigarettes because of the loss even though her own mother died of lung cancer because of smoking cigarettes constantly. Your mother vowed that she'll never smoke cigarettes because of her mother but once your father passed, that’s all she could think to do. She often forgot to cook for you leaving you to starve or to have one of the librarians to share half their lunch with you.

This lead to one of the librarians, Ms. Choi, to come to your house and very well put your mother in her place. She yelled, she screamed that your mother was neglecting you, her own daughter and would not hesitant to call child services. Your mother looked at you for the first times in years. You could vividly remember what she looked like that day. Her black makeup was smudged around her eyes making her look like a raccoon. She had no pants on, just a large t-shirt, one corner exposing her shoulder, leaving her rose tattoo in full display. She looked like a mess. You could feel her eyes on you as she studied your stature. Your cheeks were sunken in from lack of food, clothes barely hugging your body since you were skinny and your hair flat because you haven’t washed it in a few weeks. You looked terrible and you saw the sadness in your mother’s eyes as she burst into tears and hugged you. You were very taken back since your mother never hugged you.

It would eventually be the last time you ever saw her. She checked into rehab and you were taken into a foster care. Because you were older than most of the kids there, you eventually left when you were eighteen to work at the library. The librarians helped you out with your financial situation but you saved up to rent an apartment. Speaking of your apartment, you finally arrived there, you got off the bus and said thank you to the bus driver. You walked towards your building and made your way to the space you called home.

You walked through your door with a sigh. You took off your shoes and made your way to the kitchen. Judging from your foodless fridge, you probably had to make dinner but you didn’t want to eat too much food since you were going over to your friend’s house soon to watch a movie marathon. You opted to make some ramen. When you were eating your ramen, you decided to text Jongin to get more details about the movie marathon happening later this evening.

You: Who's hosting this movie marathon again?

Jongin: Chanyeol, you remember him right?

You searched through your memory of a boy named Chanyeol.

You: Your tall friend that dressed up like Iron Man that one Halloween?

Jongin: That’s the one

You asked Jongin for his address. It looks like his apartment is not far from where you live. Looks like you’re gonna have to walk. You casually know Chanyeol. All you knew about him was that he was tall and loves the Marvel Cinematic Universe. And that’s what this whole movie marathon is about. The new Avengers movie was coming out soon so your friends decided to watch all the Marvel movies in order to prepare for Endgame. Jongin invited you since you are a fan of the Marvel Universe. From what Jongin has said it’ll be your mutual friends gathered around watching all the Marvel movies in order for 59 hours. Thank God it was Friday and you have no work tomorrow.

After you finished eating your ramen, you decided to take a shower and slipped on a pair of jeans and a Captain America shield tshirt. It was dark out as you left your apartment and started making your way towards Chanyeol's. When you reached his apartment complex you didn’t see Jongin's car in the parking lot. You must’ve arrived before him. You knocked on Chanyeol’s door when you reached his apartment.

Chanyeol opened the door with a big smile on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Welcome, welcome,” he ushered you into his apartment. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too,” you said. Chanyeol looked just the same as you remembered. Tall, big smile, kind eyes, ears that stuck out that was actually kinda cute. You hung out with Chanyeol a few times. One time being on Halloween when he dressed up head to toe in Iron Man gear, you dressed up that Halloween as a Powerpuff Girl and it was one of the first times you ever dressed up for Halloween since your mom didn’t allow you too. As you looked around his apartment, you noticed that you were the only one here.

“Where is everyone?” You asked, turning to him. Chanyeol was wearing an Iron Man tshirt which was no surprise. His shaggy brown hair fell a little into his eyes. You had the sudden urge to push it away but you discarded that thought.

“I was wondering if you knew where they were,” he said rubbing his neck. “I texted Baekhyun but got no response.”

“I texted Jongin a couple hours ago, he said he was coming.”

“Well I’m not waiting for anybody, we have to start the marathon soon so we can actually make it to two days.”

Chanyeol started making his way towards his couch. There on the coffee table lay an arrange of snacks, popcorn and various colorful candy.

“But wouldn’t be awkward?” You asked, sitting hesitantly down on the couch a couple of inches away from him.

“Why would it be awkward?” Chanyeol asked, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

“I barely know you.”

Chanyeol looked at you, his cheeks stuffed with popcorn.

“But we’ve hung out before,” he said swallowing.

“Like once, on Halloween.”

“No, there was Jongin's birthday party, Baekhyun's birthday party, Kyungsoo's birthday party,” Chanyeol listed.

“Okay so we usually hang out when it’s a holiday or someone's birthday, we don’t really hang out outside of those occasions.”

“Okay, since you claim we don’t know each other, how about we get to know each other with some questions.”

Chanyeol pressed play on Captain America: The First Avenger.

“Okay,” you said, eating some popcorn. “You go first since you suggested it.”

Chanyeol pretended to think for a second.

“What’s your favorite TV show?” He asked.

“The Office, Parks and Recreation, Brooklyn Nine-Nine,” you answered

“You prefer comedies I see,” Chanyeol said. “Thought you’d be into dramas.”

“I hate dramas,” you said. “They’re so dramatic.”

Chanyeol let out a deep laugh. “Well they are called dramas for a reason.”

“I know but do you really need to have a character death and the lead character getting cancer in one episode?”

“Not necessarily but the audience likes it.”

The reason why you didn’t like dramas wasn’t only because of their dramatic nature but their subject matter. Most of the storylines hit close to home for you and made you think of things you didn’t really want to think of. That’s why you prefer comedies. They made you feel like your life wasn’t shit for 20 minutes. You found comfort in Jim's pranks on Dwight, April and Andy's childlike relationship, Jake annoying his coworkers throughout the episode. It took your mind off of things you didn’t want to dwell on and you were grateful for that. You weren’t gonna tell Chanyeol this though. It was too personal.

“Your turn,” Chanyeol nudged his ankle with yours.

“Okay,” you thought. “What skill would you like to master?”

You guessed Chanyeol wasn’t expecting that question because he was quiet for a moment.

“I wanna play every instrument in the world,” he said. Like Chanyeol wasn’t expecting your question, you weren’t expecting his answer.

“Really? Why?” As you asked, you noticed his guitar right next to the TV.

Chanyeol shrugged. “I just think'll be cool.”

“Didn’t you play for the kids once at the library?” You suddenly remembered when a musician was originally supposed to come and perform for the kids at the library but the original guy didn’t show up so Jongin decided to call and ask Chanyeol if he wanted to do it. Chanyeol said yes. You remember him. Chanyeol’s tall figure walking into the building, his guitar case in his hand. He sat down on the stool in front of the kids and took out his guitar and proceeded to sing some children songs and the children gladly sang along. You remember liking his voice, it had a nice tone to it. It was velvety and deep and you quietly loved it.

You and Chanyeol now sat in silence while you watched the first Captain American movie. You didn’t dislike this movie but it was one of your least favorites in the franchise.

“I will never get over how badly they CGI-ed Chris Evans' head on that body. You can tell it’s not him,” you pointed out.

“It fits the story though, Steve Rogers wasn’t always the buff guy to begin with, I think it makes him a whole lot relatable,” Chanyeol defended. You continued to watch the film. You saw Steve Rogers turn into the Captain he is today, fight the Red Skull and then wake up to a modern day Times Square and Nick Fury telling him about the Avengers Intuitive.

“Honestly if I was Captain America and I’ve been told I was asleep for almost 70 years and wake up to find all this new technology and just general life advancement, I would be freaked out, Steve is taking it all too well,” you said.

Chanyeol chuckled. “I think he is freaked out, we just don’t see it.”

The next in the timeline is Captain Marvel, since you and your friends saw it already, you decided to move on to Iron Man.

“The best Avenger by the way,” Chanyeol said.

“That’s a weird way to say Spider-Man,” you said.

“You’re wearing a Captain America tshirt!”

“Spidey is still my favorite!”

Chanyeol laughed as he walked in the kitchen towards the fridge. “You want a beer?”

“Sure,” you said as Tony Stark asked the soldier to not put up any gang signs. You chuckled at the scene. Chanyeol handed you the cold beer as he came back to sit in his seat carrying a pack of beer with him.

“Let’s continue the game, I’ll go, what fictional place would you most like you go to?” He asked. That was such a great question for someone who works at the library. You’ve read all sorts of places you would like to go to. Narnia, Wonderland, Hogwarts, the list goes on. You actually started reading the Harry Potter books when you were eleven years old. You desperately wanted to go to Hogwarts. Hermione definitely was a role model to you when you were younger. Having being neglected by your mother, you worked hard to study and get grades so you could go to college. She was definitely the voice in your head telling you to study more.

“Definitely Hogwarts,” you said.

“What’s your Hogwarts house?” Chanyeol asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“Ravenclaw, one hundred percent.”

“You seem like more of a Gryffindor to me.”

“Really?”

“Remember that time I sang for those kids in the library?”

“Yes.”

“I stayed after my set and just watched how you interacted with all those kids. The way those kids looked up to you and asked for your help with everything, I don’t know, the behavior to me seemed really Gryffindor.”

You didn’t really know what to say. Instead you grabbed another beer and drank it down.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” apologized Chanyeol.

“No you didn’t, just took me by surprise that’s all. I remember that day. The kids really liked your voice. Thanks for doing that by the way,” you could feel a blush burning onto your cheeks. You never took compliments well. Anytime anyone would praise you, you would feel really embarrassed but you didn’t feel that way with Chanyeol.

“What’s your biggest regret?” You don’t know where that question came from, before you could apologize he said, “Not telling my sister I loved her.”

“Oh.”

“She left for college when I was a teenager and I haven’t seen her since. We bumped heads when we were younger and my parents gave her a hard time because she’s the oldest child but that was too much pressure on her. She up and left as soon as she turned eighteen, married a guy she met in college and never saw her again. She usually writes me a happy birthday letter every year but it’s not the same. I wasn’t even invited to her wedding. I only saw pictures of it on Facebook. She looked really happy and beautiful. I’m sad that she had a rough time at home and decided to leave us for good. I wish before she went I would’ve told her I loved her but I didn’t.”

You felt for Chanyeol. You didn’t have any siblings but you did have a father. You remember the day that he died. You were at school and the principal called you into the office. Your mom was there in tears, she signed you out and explained in the car that dad had gotten into an accident. She drove you to the hospital, the doctor's reassured her that dad was going to be okay but ten hours later, a doctor walked out of the double doors and looked at you and your mother with sadness. She screamed and yelled for not saving him. This was the first time you ever saw your mother cry.

You continued to watch Iron Man as you both drank your beers. You could never hold in your alcohol well so after a third beer, you found yourself a little drunk. Chanyeol was too by the looks of it. For someone so tall, you thought he could hold it down well but turns out he can’t. You found yourself sitting close to him on the sofa. Shoulder pressed up against each other, arm and arm, leg and leg, your head lolled onto Chanyeol’s shoulder. You felt Chanyeol’s fingers dance across your thigh. You weren’t paying attention towards Iron Man putting together his Iron suit but instead on Chanyeol’s fingers.

His hand was big against your thigh. This was really intimate considering you barely knew each other. But it didn’t feel that way. Despite having mutual friends and him doing friendly deeds towards the library, you’ve felt like you’ve know Chanyeol forever. Enough to watch all the Marvel movies with him, enough to get drunk with him and enough to be this intimate with him. You wouldn’t just let any guy have your fingers on your thigh as you’re watching a movie, have your head leaning on his shoulder, you never did this with Jongin or any of your other friends but with Chanyeol it weirdly felt right, like your head was made to rest upon his shoulder. His fingers were supposed to dance on your skin like this.

You took his fingers and they stopped moving. You brought his fingers up to your face and kissed each one. You felt Chanyeol hold his breath as you were doing this. You left a kiss on the palm of his hand. You heard him sigh beside you. You intertwined your fingers together and you felt a sudden urge to sleep. You closed your eyes and squeezed your interlocked hands and felt yourself drift off.

You woke up twelve hours later in a bed. The sudden panic you felt when you realized you weren’t in your own bed. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. The morning sunshine splashed through the window. You looked at the clock beside the bed, it read 11:35. You groaned as you stretched your arms, the memory of last night flooded into your mind. The beer, the hands, you kissing Chanyeol's fingers. You groaned in your hands at the memory. Why was your drunk self so weird. Chanyeol probably thought you were a creep now.

You got out of bed but just as your feet hit the ground, you saw Chanyeol sleeping on the floor. He was resting on his cheek, body tangled up in loose blankets. The sight made you sad. You quietly tiptoed over his body. When you entered the living room, there was empty beer cans on the floor and popcorn bowl on the ground littering the place with popcorn. You felt bad leaving the place like a mess so you decided to clean up. Threw the cans of beer in the recycling bin, sweeped up the popcorn and left a note for Chanyeol with sorry.

You spent your whole Sunday in bed due to a hangover. Jongin texted you asking what was wrong but you didn’t answer him since you felt betrayed he didn’t show up or how none of your friends showed up. It was very out of place for your friends to not be there. Jongin even asked you about it before you left work. None of it made sense.

The next day at work, you saw Jongin right as soon as you walked in with flowers in his hands. He knew flowers were your weakness. You scowled at him.

“Don’t talk to me,” you said, was you went behind the reception desk.

“Hello, Seoyeon,” you greeted your coworker.

“Hello darling,” she said. “Jongin has been bothering me all morning, if you could please do us all a favor and talk to him.”

Jongin stood in front of you with an apologetic look on his face.

“Just hear me out,” he said, he handed you the flowers and you reluctantly took them. “Let’s go in the staff room and talk.”

You looked at Seoyeon for permission. It was currently 6am and the library opens at 7, usually around this time you would help out and mark in the computer that a book was returned and put it back on its original shelf. You didn’t want to distract yourself from your duties but with Jongin giving you puppy dog eyes, you decided to hear what he has to say.

“I’ll give you both ten minutes,” Seoyeon said, not looking up from her desk. You and Jongin headed into the staff room to talk.

“Where were you Friday?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It was Baekhyun's idea,” Jongin said. Jongin was the first friend you ever made. When your mom would often forget you at the library, he would always keep you company. He was the only person who knew everything about you so you trusted him a lot.

“It was Baekhyun’s idea to leave me and Chanyeol alone in his apartment for the whole night?”

“I know it sounds weird but yes.”

You waited for more explanation.

“Baekhyun thought it would be a good idea for you to get close to Chanyeol. I told him it was a bad idea since I know you don’t open up well to people but he insisted. He hatched up this plan for all of us to gather for a Marvel marathon since we know Chanyeol loves it and so do you. But he just wanted it to be you two so he knew you weren’t gonna say yes to that and neither was Chanyeol so Baekhyun decided for us all to act like we were all going but then not show up so you guys can hang out together. He just thought you and Chanyeol should date but I said that’s a bad idea since I know you don’t want to be in a relationship but Baekhyun ignored me. I really tried to stop it, I really did. So if you wanna be mad at someone be mad at Baekhyun not me.”

You pondered over what Jongin just revealed. You couldn’t deny to yourself you didn’t feel anything for Chanyeol because you wouldn’t have kissed his hand if you didn’t. But it was true, you didn’t want to be in a relationship. But something with Chanyeol last night made you realize maybe being in a relationship wouldn’t be so bad. When you were both drunk and out of your mind, sitting next to Chanyeol with your head on his shoulder, with his fingers dancing across your skin. You felt something. You don’t know if it was love or lust or anything. You felt like you could tell Chanyeol your life story. And you had a feeling, he wouldn’t judge you. This feeling made you feel scared and relived. The only person you told everything to was Jongin. He was there for you in your darkest times. Maybe you shouldn’t be so scared to open up to someone. And that someone was Chanyeol. You didn’t have a problem with opening up to him last night, it made you feel light since you weren’t holding any of those barrens on your shoulders anymore.

You and Jongin both went along your day. Jongin tried making it up to you by giving you half of his sandwich since he knew you loved sandwiches. You forgave him, you had to since he went above and beyond to make you forgive him.

It was that time of day when the morning kindergarten kids came from school. Today it was your turn to read them a story. They all sat down on the colorful rug and with their big eyes, they stared up at you as you read. When you glanced from the pages to the children's faces, you saw a figure standing behind them. You glanced over. It was Chanyeol. His presence nearly made you forget your spot on the page. Ten minutes later, Jongin took the kids to the tables to work on finger painting. As you were clearing up the space, Chanyeol walked up to you.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” you said, you placed the book on the chair you were sitting on.

“Can we talk?”

You glanced over at the reception table. Seoyeon was helping kids check out their books. Jongin was a couple of feet away. They probably wouldn’t notice that you are gone so you walked over to the nonfiction section of the library. Barely anyone checked out library books around this time of day so it was vacant. You leaned on the wall of books and faced Chanyeol who was standing in front of you.

“Did Jongin tell you what happened?” Chanyeol nervously asked.

“He told me this morning,” you said.

Chanyeol looked down. “I’m sorry about that whole night. Baekhyun is an asshole. I should’ve known it was something he would do.”

“Why are you apologizing? I had fun.”

“You did?”

You nodded. “If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me. I kissed your fingers and hand without permission and you probably found it weird but I was drunk. Even though that shouldn’t be an excuse.”

Chanyeol smiled at you. “I liked it.”

A blush bloomed on your cheeks.

“Oh okay.”

He chuckled softly at you and took you hand. You didn’t know what he was doing at first but you soon realized when he lifted your hand to his face and started kissing your fingers. You held your breath as he did this. Now you knew how he felt when you did it to him. He looked at you when he kissed your palm. You felt this intensity when he looked at you. The way your body burned up, the way he intertwined his fingers with yours like you did 59 hours ago.

Before you knew what you were doing you pulled Chanyeol in for a kiss. You could tell he was taken by surprise on the way he just froze but when he realized what was happening, he kissed you back. You both let go of your intertwined hands, you put both your hands on Chanyeol’s neck to pull him closer. He settled his hands on your waist. Kissing Chanyeol felt like a breath of fresh air like everything felt right in the world for a second. Before things could go any further, you heard someone clear their throat. You and Chanyeol pulled apart with a breath and turned around. There stood Jongin with a big smile on his face with paint all over his clothes to Seoyeon with a sour look on hers.

“Sorry,” you said. Seoyeon just sighed and dragged Jongin back to his station.

“So, uh,” Chanyeol turned to you. “Do you want to see Endgame with me on Friday?”

[pockpop]

to fall in love 02 | kim taehyung

➢ summary: in the end, he loves you and you love him, as long as you do then anything is possible.

➢ genre: seriously just fluff, I mean maybe some angst if you reaallly look(?) but we fluffy around here hehe

➢ a/n: my views on how I wrote this are mixed hahaha so I might end up rewriting it idk but I do hope you like this loves!

••

part one | part two | part three

your relationship with taehyung was like honey. sticky and sweet, messy at times but you constantly come back for more. it took a lot for you to open him up but once you did, he was always something unpredictable.

his love was a rare one indeed and he never let any insecurities or flaws of yours stop him from showering you in his love. no matter what the fans said, family, friends, his puppy love towards you had become something deeper and you felt it.

••

you knocked on the door of taehyung’s designated art room, which was really the spare room in your apartment. moments later you were greeted with the sound of his gruff,”come in.”

opening the door slowly, you looked around with familiarity at the canvas decorated room. paints and brushes were collectively scattered everywhere and he sat in the middle of the room with his back to you. you couldn’t help but bite your lip watching his back muscles move under the white t-shirt he was wearing. the short sleeves rolled up as his arm flexed with his quick movements across the canvas.

you felt your heart race at the sight of him since you had spent all day at your friends house getting your hair done. even though you craved to take some medicine and go to sleep from your throbbing headache, you had to see your baby first.

he paused as he finished a brush stroke to turn and greet you, giving you a good look at his glasses that were balanced on his nose, his freshly dyed mint green locks and the silver rings adorning his long fingers. 

smiling at you, he put aside his paint and paintbrush to pull you into his lap, leaning quick to kiss you lovingly.

“I missed you,”he whispered against your lips then leaned back to get a good look at your new hairstyle. light brown faux locs that shaped your face perfectly, smirking he played with the end of one, making sure not to pull too hard.

“beautiful as always, but I think this is one of my favorite looks on you.”

“oh really?”you asked wrapping your arms around his neck,”mhm.”he kissed you once more before squeezing the side of your thigh.

“are you excited to meet the boys tomorrow?” you shrugged,”more nervous than anything.”

“you’ve already met them technically over video chat before, they are excited to see you.” he brushed his lips against your jaw, pressing a delicate kiss there. “you know, I’ve always pictured what it would be like if we had sex right here in this room.”

“you say that about every room in this house, can’t we leave this one pure?”

he chuckled still letting his lips trail down your neck, leaving butterfly kisses on your collarbone.

“yeah nice try, but I have to pack for the boat trip still and you’re not getting out of helping me.”

taehyung groaned planting his head on your chest with a muffled,”i had to try.”

••

“y/n!” hoseok was the first to notice you when taehyung led you down the dock to the boat. you giggled as he did a little run,sweeping you up into a hug.

“hobi! I missed you!”

“I could say the same but tae is constantly showing us videos of you, how can we possibly miss you.” taehyung groaned,”hyung,stop exposing me.” hoseok grinned finally letting back down on your own two feet.

“come on, everyone else is already on the boat, hope you both brought your swimsuits.”

the boys were hosting a boat party with a few friends to go scuba diving and thought it was a perfect way to get to spend more time with you and get to know you. taehyung held your waist as hoseok led the two of you onto the boat, bowing and greeting staff members as you went. everyone was out on the main deck, drinks had already been poured and the sun was out. though you had on a sheer white cover up, it wasn’t much to hide your royal blue two piece that shaped your body just right.

so when you entered the main deck, all eyes naturally drifted to the one that stood out from head to toe. however, you weren’t expecting the members to cheer in sight of you.

“she has finally arrived! we have been awaiting to finally meet the queen who stole our taehyung’s heart,” namjoon stated, rising from his seat to hold your hands. “hey I’m here too! why aren’t any of you excited to see me?” taehyung mumbled, still pouting though jungkook wrapped a arm around his shoulders. “but we see you all the time! you’re just not that exciting anymore.”

“I’ve never felt so attacked in my whole life.”

“stop being dramatic! now y/n, come and sit and have a drink,we must give you all the dirt on tae before you get too serious.” jimin said pulling you to sit beside him and you laughed,”please inform me because he makes it out to me like he is the angel.”

“jimin if you want to keep your life-“

“no threats tae! we all got plenty of stories!”jungkook mused already sitting on the other side of you,”shall we tell her about the time taehyung spent the night with-“

“jungkook shut up!” taehyung cried but the other members were already all trying to tell you the story leaving taehyung an embarrassed but cute mess. the joking and teasing went on until you reached the diving location. everyone had a few glasses of wine and loosened up enough to now spill their own secrets to you instead of taehyung’s.

jin was the one to help you put on the scuba mask and kind of talk you through what to do. you trusted him more than the others since they were definitely more tipsy than he was.

taehyung was the one to hold you hand as you stood on the edge before jumping in. the crystal blue waters of the ocean swallowed you both in its crisp coolness and with the gear on, you could see everything. taehyung pulled you along, always looking over to you just to see that excited look in your eyes.

various colors of fish swam all around you, the rest of the members were playing around and pointing out things to you, but the best part was how you felt in the moment.

you had stressed so much about meeting his friends and putting on this great first impression when really they were the ones to really put on the show. swimming back up to the surface for air, taehyung pulled out his mouth piece to smile at you.

“you know, underwater your hair looks like little snakes,”he teased and you splashed water at him, your heart leaping at the sound of his childish laugh.

“ugh I hate you,” but taehyung didn’t believe that at all, moving to kiss your nose,”come on, let’s go down again.”

once you had gotten tired of diving and proving to jungkook countless times that he was the faster swimmer, you sat curled to taehyung’s side with your braids wrapped up in a towel.

you had your hand on his chest, loving the way he shuddered as your nails gently scratched against his sun kissed skin. heading back to shore, taehyung kept talking about eating all kinds of foods to eat for dinner but you were just happy enough to be there in that moment.

••

when it came to the fans, every time you had a new hairstyle, every outfit, every picture you took, especially with taehyung and the members, the fans never missed them.

for a while you had abandoned social media just to get a break from how many times your name was mentioned.

throughout your day, there were many fans that did want pictures with you and weren’t trying to call you all out your name and make you feel bad just for being with taehyung. but it was truly ones behind their phones and computer screens that tried to make you feel small.

but taehyung was always right there, always there to remind you that those comments weren’t important. every time taehyung saw you even remotely trying to read comments, he reminded you that,”it’s you and me in this relationship, not everybody else. stop caring so much about how they view you, they don’t know you.”

••

of course, friends and family had started bringing up children and marriage when your relationship was breaking the three to four year point. you both hadn’t exactly mentioned it really but it had always been in the back of your mind.’

one afternoon,taehyung was laying between your legs while you both were watching the best man. you were putting little braids in his hair, not exactly paying any attention to the movie, too caught up in your own thoughts.

taehyung had been pretty quiet as well, the only time he spoke was when he was asking a question or laughing at something in the movie. but when the scene of mia walking down the aisle came on and lance had began to cry, taehyung had interrupted your thoughts when he sat up and turned to face you.

“y/n, do you want to get married to me one day?”

your eyes widened in surprise, you almost couldn’t take his question seriously with the little braids sticking up all over his head.

“I mean uh if it was meant for us to.”

taehyung rolled his eyes at you playfully,”yes but I mean do you see it? is that what you want?”

“well what do you want?”

“I asked first.”

“touché.” you tilted your head and looked him over, his baby brown eyes looking at you just as lovingly and cutely as they did the first time you met, his bare face glistening with the moisturizer you put on it, his shirtless chest was bronze with a tan from your recent outing.

he had changed a lot physically since the first time you met him but the one thing that that hadn’t was the way he talked to you, now held you when you were scared or how he always kissed you like it was the last time.

how could you lie and say you couldn’t see a future with him? he never gave you any reason to not see daily life without him. you had been dating for a few years now and you had already acted like a married couple anyway, how much would a piece of paper really change?

“taehyung, do you really want to know what I see with you?”he nodded his head, his little brown braids flopping with it. smiling, you leaned forward to kiss his nose.

“I see us in this big house, with lots of animals and the strangest artworks. I see little brown babies running around your big eyes and your smile, I see us just being content and happy with one another that through every trial life puts us through, we always pull through. whether we are married or not, I see all of that with you.”

taehyung was quiet for a moment, his teeth catching his bottom lip in thought.

“so what if I want our babies to have your smile instead because I think honestly yours is better.”

you scrunched up your face,”really?”

he chuckled pressing a quick kiss to your lips,”yeah and well have chickens and goats and horses and pigs and dogs and-“

“I don’t know about all that-“

“but y/n! you said a lot of animals!”

“yeah! but I mean house pets!”

taehyung huffed shaking his head,”see, in our little family, it’s go big or go home. all our animals are going to be house pets and they are going to be loved and taken well care of always.”

“even with our careers and children?”

taehyung hummed pulling you close so this time you were laying between his legs, but his arms were secure around you.

“whatever trials life puts us through, we get through right?”

you nodded, kissing his arm,”right. so where’s my ring?”

“BUT DIDN’T YOU JUST SAY-“

“DON’T START YELLING AT ME.”

even though he sat there arguing with you for the next five minutes, little did you know he had already been looking at rings for the last two months and had finally picked one that was safely hidden awaiting for his proposal to you.

[glimmadora-ble]

Hi!Can I get a romantic Match Up for MHA?I'm 17,I'm 5'4,I have long dirty blond hair and big really dark brown eyes,and I have a beauty mark on the corner of my lips,I have big boobs(DD),I'm also Bi,I'm a hard worker but also I make a lot of jokes and i just want to be happy and laugh.I am a bit of a flirt but i also get shy when someone shows me affection,I love to slow dance and just watch movies and walk around the town! I'm a cautious person so i need someone to give me a little push,Thanks!

Sure, not a problem love! I hope you’re having a lovely day and enjoy your matchup! 💖

With this, I match you with Mina Ashido! 🌸

Why compatible :

You and Mina would be compatible because you two would be able to make each other laugh and smile constantly. Mina is a very cheerful person, as well as very sociable and laid back. She’s someone who likes adventure and going out. Being with her will always cause you to have a grin on your face; she’ll make you happy. Mina is the type of person you’d want to have in your life if you want that “push” you desire, as she’d expose you to things you never would have thought possible. Being a romantic, she’d make you feel loved and desired. She’d pull you out of your shell and shower you with affection. Rarely would you two quarrel, and you’d easily be seen as a power couple by everyone around you.

How you met :

You and Mina met at the movies! Loving to go out with her friends, Mina would be out with the rest of the Bakusquad when they walked past the theater. Having been out for the entire day, everyone was hoping to have a chance and sit down. So, when Mina enthusiastically suggested they go see a movie, no one particularly disagreed with her. It took them a few minutes to decide what they wanted to see, but eventually tickets were bought and they all gathered in their seats with candy and popcorn in hand.

Mina happened to be sitting on the outside of their little friend group when someone happened to sit beside her with their own group of friends: you. You were gorgeous, and Mina immediately took the chance to compliment you. She was a bit confused as to why you got a little bashful, but knew right then and there she wanted to keep talking to you.

Unfortunately, she didn’t get much of a chance, as the next moment she opened her mouth the lights dimmed and the trailers ended. However, she did manage to sneak peaks at you throughout the film, and would smile whenever your eyes would connect.

At the end of the credits, she caught up with you as everyone was leaving and started chatting. Jokes and compliments were laced into the conversation, and by the end the both of you had tinged cheeks and smiles stretched upon your faces. It was pleasant, comfortable. The way you two talked, despite having first met, it felt as if you two knew each other for a long time. Mina just had that effect on people, and it showed.

Eventually, with the small outburst of Bakugou asking for her to hurry up, the two of you swapped numbers. It wasn’t long after the squad returned to the dorms when the two of you started texting, and before you both knew it, it was late into the night and there were small flutters in your chests. It was obvious there was a connection there, and you two were going to explore it.

Headcanons :

🌸 The first time Mina asked you two to hang out again was at the park. You two were walking around and chatting to each other when eventually you branched off and went into the town square.

🌸 From there you guys went window shopping—trying on clothes and posing for each other, laughing and having a good time.

🌸 You found yourself liking one of the items you tried on, and Mina offered to buy it for you.

🌸 At first you said no, but after she insisted with that cutesy smile on her face, it was hard to resist.

🌸 You wore it out of the store, smiling the entire time as Mina gushed how it suited you.

🌸 Your hangout ended at a small cafe, to which you two swayed in your seats as people got on stage and sang for the small crowd.

🌸 After that, you two would go out and explore much more often.

🌸 There were times where you were a bit hesitant, but Mina gave you a reassuring smile and slowly pushed you out of your shell.

🌸 For a good time, the two of you were best friends. It was something that happened quick, but with the way you guys clicked the first time, it wasn’t a surprise.

🌸 However, you began to notice her complimenting you more than usual. Smiling more often, and the linger held in her stares. There was something in her eyes you couldn’t distinguish, but it made you feel warm.

🌸 She asked you out a good few months after you first met, nearly a year into the friendship. It was during a concert, when the song playing got slow and everyone began to dance.

🌸 When she offered you her hand, you didn’t hesitate to take it.

🌸 The two of you whispered to each other as you danced, smiling and giggling amongst the music.

🌸 However, right as the song ended, she asked you the question.

🌸 For a moment you froze, caught off guard by the sudden words. But after looking into her eyes, seeing that gaze once again that left butterflies in your stomach, you said yes.

🌸 Often from then on, the affection ensued.

🌸 She loves to surprise you by hugging you from behind. Even if she’s shorter than you.

🌸 You two would often flirt with each other, and Mina finds it adorable that you’d always have a blush coating your cheeks whenever she initiated the engagement or followed your lead.

🌸 When you two had your first kiss, it was in her bedroom. You two were talking and you noticed how her eyes trailed to your lips, entranced.

🌸 She was taken aback when you asked her what she was looking at, but that expression slowly turned into a smile as her thumb found its way to your birthmark.

🌸 “You have such beautiful lips,” she whispered.

🌸 At that point, you went for it.

🌸 The kiss was soft and sweet—Mina found her hand cupping your cheek as yours found her neck.

🌸 One kiss turned into two.

🌸 Then three.

🌸 It just went from there.

🌸 But the night was magical, and only would lead to better things in the future.

🌸 Everyone can see your love for each other, and are rooting for you till the very end.

Quote :

“Darling... Every time I see your eyes, your lips, your smile... I know of nothing else but you.”

[terixoxo]

Prologue

My heels were tiring and I was over the clicking after each step. The black pumps trotted along as my breathing was ragged. My floor length emerald gown was dragging behind me, making me feel heavy as I paced forward. The cool air outside hit my bare shoulders as my dress exposed my upper body and bared the top of my breasts. A silver diamond necklace that was well designed surrounded my neck and it took everything in me not to rip it from there. My hair which was once a perfectly knit updo was beginning to fall around my face, my chestnut hair framing around my body. I quickly reach for the last two bobby pins and let the rest of the tresses fall free. My breathing was picking up, my anger and frustration building the more I thought of him. My body was at war, part of me wanting nothing but to run and scream at the wind at everything he was. The other part of me already felt as if I was too far away, wishing my feet would stop and he could find someway to create and excuse I would accept. There was no excuse, there was no hope. Yet I so badly wanted hope, I wanted the world in which it didn't get turned upside down. The voices from the party became distant noises now, and I continued on with those voices soon disappearing. Knowing one of the voices would be his, and I was in no shape to hear it.

 The night had started perfect, if there was a better word I'd use that instead. I had gotten ready with the help of my best friend, letting her help me put the pins in my hair, and applying the finishing touches to my makeup. I made sure to keep its light and natural knowing he preferred it that way. It was a night for him, and well myself as well. It was his birthday bash that his mother and sister so graciously decided to throw. I was thankful because for the man who simply had everything I had no clue what I was going to do for him. They had gone to great lengths to plan it perfectly. Sending out the cutest white lace invitations to inviting anyone and everyone we knew. They shared their plans, I was so in awe of the effort they went into. From the royal blue accents and covers to the playlist that played his favorite songs. I loved being around them because the more I was around them meant the more I learned about him. We'd only been seeing each other for a few months, a few months and I had already thrown caution to the wind. He had a reputation, I heard that reputation, but I saw something else. I thought I knew something else. I shook my head trying to remember the beginning of the day, I still can't get how it got to this now.

 Back to the perfect evening, where everything was perfect. I had my present wrapped all ready to give to him when he was alone. I knew I'd be with him after the party, and I wanted to cherish our small intimate moments. No doubt he would be showered with outrageous gifts and mine wouldn't compare. Yet I felt it would warm his heart. He had sent a driver to pick me up, always concerned if I drove myself I'd kill myself so getting drove around was a permanent thing. I didn't mind it so much, it let me focus on other things instead of worrying about traffic or any of that mess. I had texted him while I was in the car. 

 Happy Birthday Baby, again for the millionth time!

 I'd sent him plenty throughout the day, only getting responses of a emoji or a "thxs". Which wasn't like him, he thrived off communication. Yet I summed it up to him being busy today. It was his birthday I couldn't dare get mad at him. It was close to seven when the driver pulled up to the large white tents with blue carpets leading out. People with cameras were snapping away photos, blinding me to see further. I guess that's what happens when you're dating a real life celebrity. The word celebrity played on my tongue, I never got used to it. I'd seen him in movies, tv shows, even on talk shows my mother loved to watch. Yet when I had bumped into him one day he was just a normal guy. In reality normal wasn't right, he looked normal yet he was a drop dead gorgeous man, and I of course noticed. His dark brown hair was shaggy around his face, slicked back as if he constantly ran his fingers through it. His green eyes were marvelous to gaze into, and I was instantly lost of words when I did. At first I had no idea who he was, he was just a hunky man shopping at the local market. He was tall and every inch of him was in shape as if he was flexing every muscle while I looked him up and down. Grabbing fruit as I was grabbing vegetables, it was adorably innocent. When I dropped a onion and he gracefully bent down, letting me view his back muscles contract against his navy blue shirt I was in awe. He shined a million watt smile and I nearly collapsed from that alone. He was charming as ever, and I knew I would never get enough.

“You should probably get a different onion.” His voice was sultry and deep and I felt like I could listen to him for days.

“Oh yeah totally right.” I was a flustered mess when I eventually decided to speak. My voice was something I didn’t recognize. 

In my defense I didn’t get much male attention, let alone men that looked like him. I was on the curvier end and I adapted to the society who deemed me slightly imperfect. I was okay with that, I may be shy or a bit insecure but I worked with what I had. 

All he could do was smile more at me as I turned a few shades of red. 

“I’m Austin.” He set down the onion with the rest of them and put out his hand for me to shake. How formal?

“Um I’m Caroline.” I fumbly moved my hand basket to my other arm shaking his hand. The minute our skin coming into contact sent shivers through out me. I could feel his pulse in my hand as I could hear my loudly thumping heart.

“Lovely to meet you Caroline.” His smile was having me undone and I quickly looked away. Afraid I would start drooling if I didn’t. 

I had smiled, and picked up a different onion. All of a sudden my shyness wanting to be away from the situation. He nodded in my direction in approval of the onion I chose. Having me laugh like a child and wanting to fight myself to be in his presence longer.

“Thanks..Have a nice rest of your shopping.” I awkwardly said with the best smile I could shine on him. He green eyes brightly staring at me, through me maybe? I went to turn around and that when his hand rested on  my elbow spinning me around.

“I know this might be forward of me, but would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?”

That’s where this love story began, and now I am running away from a party with tears dripping down my face. He was the worst and best decision. I leaned against an old blue mailbox, trying not to collapse on the sidewalk. The evening air of San Diego had comfortable, the only heat was radiating off of me. 

Where do we go from here? 

To be continued....

[sweatymanguide-blog]

It’s Getting Hot In Here (So Put On Even More Clothing So No One Sees You Sweat)

Two years ago, I bought a red-and-black Extra Large hoodie from Forever 21 over summer vacation. I tried it in a Medium first, and it kind of fit, but the fabric felt a little tight around my hips and waist when I turned from side to side in the mirror, so I tried a size up. The Large was better, definitely, and I felt somehow more surrounded, pleasurably so, by the thick material. Just for fun, I tried on the Extra Large. The sleeves were way too long for me: they ended around two inches past my hands, and I could easily retreat my limbs within the sleeves and flap the empty cuffs around in the air. The hood could be pulled down to the middle of my face, Emperor Sidious-style, and the whole hoodie extended down past the top of my pants. But, despite everything that was wrong with it, I felt it was perfect. The garment covered me like a shroud, like what I imagined the Supreme Court Judges’ robes feel like (comfortable and free-flowing, perhaps one of the hidden perks of the job?)

I liked it because it insulated me from the physical atmosphere around me, but also insulated me from my own body. What I mean by that is that I could barely feel the fabric against my t-shirt, the back of my neck, or my stomach. I felt ensconced, surrounded and cocooned. When I walked, my stomach and abdomen didn’t seem to press against the fabric of the front of my t-shirt, because my body would be invariably encompassed by the hoodie’s shell. Or, more precisely, I instinctively didn’t try to suck my stomach in and recoil from the friction of the movement of a step, because the hoodie seemed like a ballooned-out, figurative extension of my t-shirt. It was like a phantom piece of clothing, floating outside of my body. It had two pockets in the stomach pouch that were large enough for my hands to fit. The pockets could also be zipped up, enhancing the feeling of protective enclosure: I could put anything in there and trust that it could never fall out. It was a security blanket; it was battle gear.

  I’ve worn that hoodie, on and off, for around two years. I’ve worn it to almost all of my classes Autumn, Winter, and Spring of my sophomore and junior year of college. I’ve worn it to family vacations, to movies and to Broadway shows (with a collared button-down shirt underneath the hoodie, unzipped). I’ve worn it while walking through a forest, walking on a beach and going to an awards ceremony. I wore it to the party where I met my girlfriend, and I wore it while lying on the bed with her when we broke up a year later. A little while into the winter of this year, a bunch of my friends – freshmen, who hadn’t gotten used to that jacket as an extension of my identity – started commenting on how I would wear it all the time. I had trouble disavowing my need for it in front of them, thinking about a way to self-deprecatingly brush off my dependence on it. A little while after that, I noticed that the cuffs were fraying, and loopy threads had been spooled out far enough from the sleeves that I could poke my thumb through them. I felt a little embarrassed at its decay, but there was a part of me that felt comforted by how well worn it was becoming. I liked unraveling the materiality of it; feeling like it was transitioning from the synthetic to the biological, changing states as a morphological object that could mold to my body.

The fabric of the hoodie is actually a little thick, and sometimes it felt heavy and sweaty against my back; I would take it off when I got home and my spine would be slick with sweat. I’ve grown a tiny bit over the last two years, and I’ve gained a little weight. I also apparently don’t know how to do laundry, and I went through a period of a couple of weeks where I was convinced my hoodie had dramatically shrunk, because it had started to feel tighter against my body. I had been using the hoodie to cover up shirts that I was wearing over and over again, because I had gained too much weight to wear the majority of the shirts I owned. When I finally bought a couple of new tops from H&M, I started wearing the hoodie a little less, because I didn’t need it to hide what I was wearing underneath.

For the last week, I haven’t worn it. My new shirts have been helping: I deliberately bought shirts that were textured and patterned, so that the lines and protrusions of my stomach would be visually masked by the designs of my clothing. I knew that the people I saw in my day-to-day life knew that I was a little bit overweight, but I didn’t want them to be struck by the fact of my overweight-ness. My friend Anna saw me without the jacket, and jokingly said, “Is this what Summer Mack looks like?” That kind of mild, teasing approval – along with the more serious implication that I had somehow molted, shed a vestigial part of my physiology in order to emerge into the more humid season – helped me feel more accepted without the jacket. I had previously been willing to trade the mild social shame that came from constantly wearing the same piece of clothing for the physical security of knowing that no one would see the jut of my stomach past my pants, and for the personal comfort of being able to move around without feeling like my body was straining against my underclothes. The second reason was why I bought it; the first reason was why I kept wearing it, even after I had literally and figuratively outgrown it.

When I walk around campus with just my t-shirts on, the articulation of my limbs and my torso helps me feel that my body is involved in the process of propelling itself forward. When I would walk around campus with the hoodie over my t-shirt, I felt more that my brain was dragging my body around campus, thrusting motivation into my limbs. It was like I was just wearing a little spacesuit that had all of my gear in my pockets. I would walk out the door and look, from the skewed perspective of my head looking straight down at my body, the nooks and crannies of my stomach and where the fabric of my t-shirt was clinging and stretching on my torso and abdomen. I would surreptitiously glance at my reflection as I walked out of the glass doors of my dorm building, both straight-on and in three-quarters view; I wanted to see if my stomach was sticking out from the side when people looked at me in profile. When I sat down in class, I would consciously tug down the bottom of my t-shirt to make sure that it wasn’t riding up and exposing the ring of fat around my navel from the friction of the chair.

Around a month ago, one of my friends took a candid Snapchat of me walking across the quad in the outfit I usually wear (the hoodie, a black t-shirt, and colored pants from beloved home base H&M), with the caption “Classic Mack.” I felt uncomfortable when I opened it: the feeling of encapsulation within the hoodie had become somehow confining instead of freeing, because it seemed to have meant the locking of others’ perception of me as a predictable individual, instead of allowing me the bodily freedom to move throughout the world without worrying about what others perceived. The character of “Mack” also seemed to have acquired a caricature-like nature from the hoodie – like a cartoon character who wears the same outfit everyday, intensifying my outline as a predictable but also idiosyncratic figure.

I took it off because I challenged myself to. I challenged myself because I thought it would help me. But I also think that I happened to have been ready to. Physical therapy and renewed dieting (for the thousandth time; like a phoenix, my forgotten died has emerged from the ashes, born again) have increased my physical comfort by just a notch, just one inch, as my stomach has receded that one vital corresponding inch. But it wasn’t like ripping off a band-aid. It was like taking off a hoodie.