#(like him wearing an oversized hoodie and gently fidgeting with the sleeve ends or face palming while his hands are bunched up etc)

[familiaanteomnia]

-Nathan’s frustration/anger is usually the byproduct of other emotions depending on the situation (not that he doesn’t get pissed off often,etc even if it’s a byproduct but the underneath tones are different+makes the way it takes form different) -In terms of his nerve issues,etc he actually usually defaults to frustrated upset if he’s alone might be tears and the like... For example things like “fuck it hurts so much don’t i suffer enough” That being said if he’s around people he usually just tries to have no reaction (put hands in pockets and try to control things to hidden by fabric twitches) -He isn’t always aware of when his hands are being stupid; sometimes he’ll just be holding something thinking his hands are steady then just suddenly throw/drop whatever and then he’s like : ) i want to cry (which tbh is a usual first reaction to the Fuckery/pain etc) usually he can play it off+ it happens more often when he’s alone -Sometimes his hands just choose violence and in those situations he usually ends up curling up in bed waiting for it to end. Given it’s not like they are usable which limits self medicating or really just about anything (hands are very vital to like most activities aside movie watching and Suffering) -Probably if agitated about it/somebody notices and tries to be “water will solve your problems” mentality will snap something like ‘take the pain of your nerves waking up after your leg has fallen asleep and times that by like 4 billion it’s only a fraction alike, it hurts, you have no control, and your hands will frequently jitter in completely painful directions or the nearest object’ -Speaking of his hands they can be very pale/very see through bony,etc (as much he hates the nerve fuckery,etc he does have lots of pictures of his hands/finds them not his worst trait or care too much about if ‘wow the only color visible is my 2 days 4 hours and 20 seconds healing bruised knuckles otherwise they look ghostly’) -Given even if he’s steady, shit happens+prior bullying- he is cautious just about all the time (mentioned before but- i’m talking he will focus to make them super steady, spend energy he doesn’t have to be ready in case they just stop functioning mid assignment or whatever) that being said his handwriting is usually not the best depending on mental status+the status of the nerve issues,etc (he tries to keep it neat/control even in those situations however it really hurts his hands all the more if he goes no no i have to write something perfectly when i really should just cut contact with touching anything) -His hands can also just lock up as a result! Sometimes the tight grip on something is the ‘oh fuck i’ve just death gripped this pencil so guess it’s a part of me now even though it feels like i’m holding my hand up to a firework that’s going off’ -One thing does when upset, is wrap an arm around his mid section tightly+usually tightly grip onto his jacket on the side. Usually obviously not when around others. Likewise he does enjoy bunching up jacket sleeves into his hands. Fiddling with the ends,etc (especially if the sleeves are long) did it lots more as a child, but “outgrew it” ie just taught himself to not do it around people+especially ones who would be shitty about it

#chronic pain cw #long post cw #(idk what i have or havent mentioned prior shh forgive me) #(having thoughts about his hands being an all day every day ordeal like most things in his life) #(offer the man a baby to hold and he for many reasons will go Nope nu uh no way i'm good) #(this also leads to whacky things like him having trouble using the oven because the added burn risk and being anxious can=ta da suffer) #♥ aesthetics 》 nathan prescott #headcanons #(the last one is related by topic of hand things and stuff lol something a little less awful to end this off on) #(though not the softest because it's usually anxious behavior related however! if he felt comfortable around somebody sightings soft maybe) #(like him wearing an oversized hoodie and gently fidgeting with the sleeve ends or face palming while his hands are bunched up etc) #(this brought to you by hand fuckery and nerve issues are miserable experiences to live squad)

[ephemeridaes]

soft tamaki headcanons | fidgeting: 

- he idly plays with your fingers when you sit between his legs with your back leaning against his chest. also likes to play with your hair in this position, and is always trying to make sure he isn’t accidentally pulling on the strands too hard when he comes across a knot

- you make him little woven friendship bracelets and his eyes light up every time you give him one; he wears them religiously on his wrists and fidgets with the ends when he gets anxious and never takes them off unless it’s for cleaning

- eventually, he has too many and can’t wear them all at once, not if he wants to be practical, and starts collecting them around the stick shift of his car

- he also has another one or two, or maybe even three, hanging off his keys. he says they make his keys easier to find

- when the weather gets colder, you notice that tamaki really, really likes wearing oversized sweatshirts, so you get him one as a gift and sew a tiny silver butterfly charm to the inside seam of the cuff. it doubles as something for him to fidget with when he tucks his hands in the slightly too-long sleeves and as a reminder of you, because you have a bracelet with the exact same charm dangling from it. he hides his face when you give it to him; he can’t get over how thoughtful it is, and you have to coax him away from the wall after he notices the matching charms and literally can’t handle how adorable you are

- he’s the type to rub his thumb absentmindedly across your skin when you hold hands, like he’s constantly reassuring you, i’m here, don’t worry, i’m here

- tamaki is also constantly fixing things on your person for you, like untucking your duck-tailed sweater from behind, gently pulling the ends of your ponytail out from the collar of your shirt, folding down the back of your collared shirt. you tease him about it sometimes, but he’ll just tuck back a couple of stray baby hairs and give you a soft smile in response 

- you do this for him, too, and it turns him into a bit of a mess when you do, especially when you sneak in a quick kiss on the cheek once you’re done

- he likes playing with the edge of your sweater when you two are out and about and he’s trailing slightly behind you. it makes him feel better, particularly if you guys reach a more crowded area, but now you know to just latch onto his arm and the crook of his elbow when this happens - it’s much harder to lose him this way. (you lost him once in a crowd and when you turned around to look for him, you found him frozen in the exact same spot, knees slightly quaking as he hoped and waited for you to come back)

- you take your own hands and softly cup them around tamaki’s when he starts nervously fidgeting with his fingers. you can see the tension ease out of his shoulders when you do this and the way he looks at you afterwards turns your brain to mush every time. he’ll usually remove his hands from yours, but only so he can pull you in for a hug

- speaking of hugs, you used to have to initiate most of them, if not all of them, but tamaki’s gotten much, much better at initiating physical affection and it makes you proud and flustered all at once; being more straightforward makes him flustered, too, though. the first time he hugged you first, you had let out an audible gasp, which of course made tamaki let go immediately to ask if you had somehow gotten hurt and if he could do anything for you - you said no, nothing hurt, but if he could go back to hugging you, that would be absolutely fantastic. he obliged. he has a difficult time saying no to you, especially when you’re asking for cuddles

- when he’s lying down on your couch with his head in your lap, he likes to play with the aglets on the ends of your hoodie strings. you chuckled at first, thinking he sort of resembled a cat playing with yarn, but were swiftly cut off when he pulled the strings toward him and tugged your face down for a kiss. he turned bright red afterwards and tried to cover his face with his hands after doing that but you weren’t having any of it. after a little bit more coaxing and soft kisses pressed to the tips of his ears, he moves his hands and you both continue where you left off

#tamaki #tamaki headcanons #tamaki amajiki #bnha tamaki #amajiki #mha amajiki #amajiki headcanons #bnha amajiki #tamaki fluff #amajiki fluff #bnha #mha #soft tamaki #soft amajiki #soft headcanons #fidgeting #i'm in love with this man #can you tell #suneater #mha suneater #bnha suneater #ephemeridaeswrites #shy boy

[wavyzen]

‧⁺˚*･༓���𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠 ✰ 𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝟎𝟏☽༓･*˚⁺‧

➹ 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐮

➹ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭! 𝐬/𝐨

➹ 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

➹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟒𝟏𝟏

➹ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝟎𝟏 𝟎𝟐 𝟎𝟑

Han Jisung was lighthearted, joyous and upbeat, three things you weren’t. You were reserved, gentle and even a bit cold to some. He was an idol with flourishing popularity and adoration. You were a broke university student. Some may call you complete opposites even, as opposite as a 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠.

[𝟏𝟏: 𝟎𝟗 𝐚𝐦] He first noticed you on the plane ride from the Los Angeles International Airport to Seoul. He was walking in the aisle to his assigned seat when someone getting out of their seat and stepping into the aisle bumped into him and knocked him right into your lap. He let out a flurry of apologies while removing himself from your lap before actually looking at your face. You were blinking up at him owlishly through a pair of neutral toned Ray Bans before responding with a modest “It’s fine.” An oversized ivory and mulberry windbreaker obscured the majority of you [body-physique] frame from view, you legs clad in a pair of faded onyx leggings. Your [hair-color] locks were shielded by a cropped cerulean hoodie that stopped right above your waistline, a pair of porpoise chains with moons on the ends of them peeking out from your hood, resting at your jawline. Your feet were perched on the headrest of the vacant seat in front of you, covered in a pair of white and tawny platform puma’s. He hadn’t realized how he stood there gawking at your appearance until your friend in the seat adjacent to you whispered “Girl what the heck is he still staring at you for?” and Minho bumped into his back on the way to his own seat. Spurting out another apology his face flushed at the thought of him getting caught staring and his members teasing. You on the other hand didn’t really pay the incident any mind.

[𝟏:𝟑𝟕 𝐚𝐦] After staying awake for the first ten hours of the flight and falling into an uneasy slumber for the last three, you were anything but well rested and wanted nothing more than to get to your friends brothers house and get a decent amount of sleep. The two of you were on summer break from university so you decided to spend a couple of months at his brothers home overseas. You were so out of it you carelessly left your prized windbreaker on the plane, but unfortunately you didn’t notice until your friend pointed it out whilst y’all had exited the terminal. Letting out a huff of disappointment you left your bags and suitcases with [friend-name] and started walking back towards the terminal to see if there was anything you could do retrieve your lost article of clothing when suddenly you had the wind knocked out of you. After lying on the tiled floor for a couple of seconds you felt someone gently pull you upwards. You were greeted with the welcoming sight of your favorite jacket… and the boy who fell into your lap earlier. “I’m sorry for startling you and knocking you over! I just wanted to give you back your jacket.” he said with concern lacing his features and flushed cheeks. After swiftly handing you back your windbreaker into your waiting arms, he held out his hand and stated “My names Jisung by the way, what's yours?” before you even had the chance to utter a thank you.

“Um, [first-name]. Thank you for finding my jacket.” you said a bit unevenly failing to meet his eyes and shaking his waiting hand.

“Jisung hurry up!” Chan called as he and the other members were walking towards the airport’s exit.

“Coming!” he yelled in return. “It was nice meeting you [first-name]!” he said with a wave before running off with the rest of his friends. You stood startled for a couple of minutes attempting to gather your thoughts. ‘Why were you stuttering a minute ago?’ you questioned yourself. You felt a light tug on your hoodie, taking away from your thoughts.

“I knew I recognized from somewhere!” [friend-name] exclaimed holding his phone in his hand. “They’re in a K-pop group! My younger sisters’ obsessed with them.” He pulled up their instagram and pointed to a post with Jisung in it. The sudden realization made your stomach flip flop. ‘He’s a famous celebrity?’ you thought to yourself frantically. ‘What if someone saw me with him?’ “We better get going if we want to catch the next train, [friend’s-brother-name] is at work and unable to pick us up” he stated, slipping his airpods into his ears and gathering his luggage. Shrugging back on your windbreaker in a daze, you picked up your things and followed him.

[𝟏𝟐: 𝟒𝟕 𝐩𝐦] Your next encounter with Jisung was about two weeks later. You had gotten settled into [friend-name]’s brothers house and the jet lag seemed to finally be wearing off. Deciding to get out of the house for a bit, the two of you went to the local boardwalk, taking your wallet and your penny board along for the trip. In the two weeks after your arrival, you decided to check out Stray Kids and listen to some of their music. Although were no stranger to K-pop and had indeed listened to a couple of Stray Kids title tracks in playlist’s, you hadn’t taken the time to actually look up the members profiles. After notifying friend name that you were going to venture off along the boardwalk to find a bite to eat, he simply nodded and continued bopping his head to Old Town Road much to your distaste. Pushing off the [favorite-color] penny board, your eyes cruised for any street vendors selling cold treats. After spotting one sporting a seafoam and coral umbrella and a small rouge cart with a painting of a chipping soft serve ice cream cone, you decided to stop and check it out. Taking up some crumpled bills from your pocket and pausing Sanguine Paradise you stepped aside and scanned the menu. “In reality I’m 5’4, stand on my money now I’m 6’6-” While still singing the lyrics from the song under your breath you felt a small tap on your shoulder. Turning around you were greeted by a familiar face that once again made your [skin-color] face flush and made your stomach fill to the brim with butterflies.

“Hey [first-name]! It’s good to see you!” he said pulling his face mask down over his lips so he could talk clearly.

“Hi Jisung. H-How are you?” you stuttered, refusing to meet his gaze, fidgeting with the hem of your shorts and staring down at your beat up formerly white sk8 hi’s.

“I’m doing well! Are you enjoying your stay so far?”

“Uh yeah. It’s been pleasant so far. Thank you for asking.” you replied, finding the courage to once again look him in the eyes. Glancing behind him, you noticed two people hiding behind a tree nearby, whom you now recognized to be Hyunjin and Felix… his fellow bandmates.

“So I was wondering,” he started with a flushed face and began to look down at his shoes before glancing back up at you. The image of you rolling through a crowd of people on your penny board still fresh in his mind. Strands of [hair-color] locks fraying from your ponytail tucked behind your ear. The sleeves of your flower blouse flowing gently with the breeze. Although your expression didn’t quite bare any expression, it still made his heart flutter. “Do you want to hang out sometime?” You stood there staring at him for a solid minute before formulating a response.

“Sure.” you stated, surprised at the evenness of your own voice. After you exchanged numbers, Jisung bid you goodbye and joined his bandmates.

“Smooth.” [friend-name] said, rolling up slowly to the vendor with a cherry lollipop hanging out of his mouth. “You leave me to go get ice cream” he says making air quotes “and I found you flirting with a band member of my sisters favorite boy group? Tsk tsk tsk.” he exclaimed, shaking his head.

“Well, she already likes me more than she likes you. This will just seal the deal.” you replied sticking your tongue out at him and stepping into the line. [Friend-name] simply rolled his eyes and picked up his board, heading towards the nearest bench.

After receiving your [favorite-flavor] ice cream and settling down on the bench, you received a text that made your heart flutter. ‘How does next Tuesday at 10 pm sound?’

#han jisung #jisung #skz #stray kids #stray kids imagine #stray kids scenario #han jisung scenario #han jisung reaction #jisung scenario #jisung reaction #han jisung imagine #jisung imagine #opposites attract au #jisung au #han jisung au #jisung fluff #han jisung fluff #skz imagine

[thenamesseven]

Warnings: None!

You were welcomed into the guys’ dorm even though Jackson and Jaebum weren’t there with you. Like Youngjae and Jinyoung, the rest of the guys were quick to notice you weren’t in a good mood thanks to your “friends” and that you probably needed a distraction to forget about the fight the three of you went through, if only they knew what had truly happened.

Jaebum attempted to call Jinyoung once but he didn’t picked up the phone knowing he would end up arguing with him too. Instead he texted Jaebum saying that you would call him or text him whenever you were ready to face both of them. Youngjae had lied to Jackson and told him you were staying at a friend’s house so they wouldn’t come to the dorm to find you. Bambam, Yugyeom and Mark comprehended the situation and promised to not tell them where you truly were even if that meant they would get in trouble with the leader of their group.

When you left the apartment you shared with Jaebum and Jackson you felt mad and frustrated with them but all those anger feelings were quick to disappear and be replaced by pure sadness. You felt out of place, like you didn’t belong to your own relationship, you had felt like an intruder, like a bother and not like their girlfriend. All the guys had noticed you weren’t being your usual cheerful self and had established as an objective the task of making you smile at least once tonight but, since they weren’t Jaebum or Jackson none of them had managed to do it.

After dinner and a long warm shower, you walked out of the bathroom dressed in some spare clothes Mark had lent you which consisted on some grey sweatpants and an oversize shirt he usually wore to sleep. It was weird to wear clothes that didn’t belong to your boyfriends, it almost felt like cheating to you but well, they didn’t care anymore right? It was not as if they had wanted you to spend the night with them.

Making your way to the living room you found Yugyeom and Bambam waiting for you on the couch with blankets and some popcorns, ready to watch a movie with you. The corners of your lips tilted up a little, surprised by the sweet gesture from both of them.

“Come here, the popcorn will get cold” Bambam said, patting the empty space between him and Yugyeom.

Feeling your mood improve a little you decided to give both guys a chance and sat between their warm bodies, curling yourself under the blanket they brought for you. They had chosen some scary movie that honestly, you were not comfortable watching, knowing you were going to sleep by yourself but since they seemed to be enjoying it so much, you didn’t say anything about it.

Things started to go south when Bambam fell asleep and unconsciously placed his head on your shoulder, basically using you as a pillow. He didn’t bother you, it was the fact that Jaebum did the same whenever you  watched something with him and Jackson what made your body get rigid. The way Bambam was cuddling against you, making you lean a little on Yugyeom’s body was reminding you too much of the Sunday nights you spent with Jaebum and Jackson on the couch binge watching movies together and eating junk food. As idols they followed some kind of diet that they always skipped every movie night.

Before you could stop yourself, your eyes were flooded with tears that soon started rolling down your own cheeks. With shaky hands and as discreetly as possible, you reached up and tried to wipe them away but they just kept falling and falling uncontrollably making Yugyeom aware of your sniffling. Since you were in the dark it took him almost a minute to realize you were crying.

“(Y/N)?” His voice was hesitant, he was probably panicking since he had never been in a similar situation “What’s wrong?” You shook your head but he didn’t know if you were telling him you were feeling good or that you simply didn’t want to talk about it, either way you looked away from him, making the maknae frown concerned. “Hey”

“I’m fine” You whispered, the strong pain in your chest becoming worse when your eyes landed on Bambam who was still asleep on your shoulder “I’m just being stupid”

Yugyeom was about to say something when Mark appeared from the kitchen, holding a glass of water for himself. He didn’t like the movie the guys had decided to watch so he had declined the invitation of joining the three of you before. However, when his eyes landed on a really worried Yugyeom and on you, who seemed to be about to burst into sobs Mark approached you, gently shaking Bambam awake for him to get out of the room.

“Night guys” He said sleepy, his eyes still closed as he walked down the hall towards the room he shared with Yugyeom.

“Follow him, he’s walking with his eyes closed and based on how messy your room is, there is a huge possibility of Bambam breaking his neck” Mark commented looking down at Yugyeom

Yugyeom looked at you, hesitating a little as he abandoned his seat, flashing you a small yet soft smile before he rushed away from the living room and after Bambam, who walked into the closed door managing to bang his head pretty hard. A quiet chuckle escaped your lips looking at the young male, feeling Mark sitting down where Yugyeom had been some minutes ago.

“Here, drink some water” You gently took the glass from his hand, taking a sip of water. With the sleeves of his hoodie Mark gently wiped your cheeks getting rid of the tears that got stuck on your skin “Feel like talking about it?” He asked quietly, placing the blanket on your shoulders so it would keep you warm

“We just had a pretty big argument” You confessed. Keeping everything inside was only making the pain worse. You needed to tell somebody what had happened between you and the guys and Mark seemed like somebody you could trust.

“Arguments can be fixed, can’t they?” He asked with a small smile, getting a blanket for him as he turned on the couch to face you while he talked “It’s not the end of the world, is it?”

You shrugged hesitating “This one was just...Pretty big” You mumbled, his smile faded a little realizing that whatever the guys had done it hurt you pretty bad, almost to the point where you weren’t even considering solving the problem.

“What happened?” He asked quietly, genuinely worried when he saw your eyes beginning to tear up again

“I just feel like they don’t want me anymore” You whispered feeling like, the louder you said it the more real it would be. Sighing you leaned back against the couch fidgeting with the hem of the blanket “They kind of ignored me because of something that wasn’t my own fault, or at least, I think so...I was just trying to fix things and ended up being the one blamed for everything and being kicked out of the group”

“Did they say that? That you weren’t their friend anymore?” He insisted, you shook your head. They hadn’t pronounced those exact words but their gestures were clear enough, you weren’t welcome in that apartment anymore. “Then?”

“They did some things, it was just the atmosphere you know? It was kind of those moments when you realize that person doesn’t enjoy your company and that they would be better without you around”

“Wow” Mark frowned softly

“What?” You asked slightly confused at his reaction

“Well, everytime I see the guys when you’re around, they kind of are the personification of happiness, you know?” He asked scratching the back part of his neck, thinking about a way of voicing his own thoughts with the right words “Like, when you are by their side it’s all smiles and laugh, even Jaebum who struggles to express his feelings has been really cheerful these past few days” He said looking at you “So it’s extremely weird for me to think that none of them want you around anymore” You shrugged, pulling the blanket closer to you “Are you sure this was not some kind of huge misunderstanding?”

“Misunderstanding?” You asked frowning a little “They were pretty clear Mark”

“Well we all know about Jaebum’s struggles to express his feelings unless he does it by a song and I’m guessing Jackson’s constant need of attention is not a secret for you either” He said, you nod agreeing with him, you knew your boyfriends’ personalities pretty well. “Honestly? You live with two different people and that must be hard to keep up with”

“But we never had a problem like this before” You sighed exasperated, you didn’t know where Mark was trying to get and it was starting to frustrate you “Everything was good and then from one day to another, Jaebum started behaving like Jackson and Jackson started getting mad and here I am today” You said with your voice gently breaking through the sentence.

“See? Maybe they felt like something was wrong earlier but kept things to themselves until everything exploded” He explained with a small smile, running his fingers through his hair “Maybe Jaebum wanted to hang out with you more and thought that if he behaved like Jackson he would finally catch your attention enough” You frowned, did your boyfriend really felt like that? “Then you noticed this and probably understood that he wanted more attention. Jackson noticed this too and not being used to share your attention he got mad...Just like the child he is” He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head “Knowing both guys they ended up blaming you probably thanks to Jackson’s stupid ideas…(Y/N), I lived with them longer than you...I know how to figure them out perfectly, so trust me when I say this has a solution and it is not you disappearing from their lives”

You stayed quiet, letting all the information Mark gave you sink in. Actually, everything he said made sense for you, the boys had wanted your undivided attention at the same time letting jealousy get into your relationship and that feeling mixed with anger and frustration always ended up in huge arguments caused by stupid actions someone made. Mark saw the realization in your eyes and smiled softly, his hand coming up to your back to rub your shoulder reassuringly.

“You just need to sit down with them and talk things out” Mark said looking at you “I’m not saying you forgive them right now, if they did something wrong both of them need to acknowledge their mistakes”

“Yeah” You said with a small chuckle leaving your lips “I’m probably going to make them suffer a little bit before I give them a chance to explain everything”  He laughed with you, leaning back against the couch. He felt much more relaxed now that you seemed to be less depressed.

“Don't cry okay? Believe it or not it breaks our heart seeing somebody as bright and cheerful as you crying over two idiots” You couldn't help but smile at his words

“Sorry for worrying everybody, I just felt so scared of them really not wanting me around...I'm so used to being with them that living by myself would be so...Depressing” You admitted looking down at your own hands, hearing Mark smile.

“Hey, even if you get into a huge fight with Jackson or Jaebum you will always have the rest of GOT7 to cheer you up” Your full smile returned making Mark feel way more relaxed “And to beat them up for hurting our friend”

“Thanks” You said honestly, looking into his eyes “You don't know how lucky I feel to have such amazing friends as you”

“Honestly? I think I'm familiar with that feeling” He said making the both of you laugh again

Right when Mark was about to propose the both of you to go to bed since it was kind of late the sound of somebody knocking on the front door made the both of you jump. Guessing who it was, Mark told you to stay on the couch and stood up, fixing his messy clothes before he opened the door.

“Where is she?”

The sound of Jaebum’s desperate voice made you sad again, becoming teary you curled up under your blanket praying to every single god that was up in the sky that he wouldn't see you there.

" She needs time Jae" Mark said softly

“Get out of my way, let me see her” He insisted “Please, I fucked up...We fucked up, she needs to know we're sorry”

“Jaebum” Mark sighed not moving from the door “Let her rest here tonight, come for breakfast with Jackson”

“Mark please?” Jackson's voice joined the conversation, making your body tense. He had been so cold, so rude earlier that it surprised you to hear him being so weak “(Y/N)? Kitten?”

Jackson tried to push Mark away but he didn't budge, the noise seemed to have woken Jinyoung up because he walked down the hall scratching his neck, slightly confused with the situation.

“What's going on?” He asked glancing at you, you just motioned quietly at the door. “Guys, we're sleeping and you should be doing the same” He mumbled not wanting them to wake the rest of the guys up.

“Just let us see her” Jaebum pleaded once again, you looked away

“No” Mark declined.

“(Y/N)?” Jackson had managed to look over Mark's shoulder, noticing you were there “Baby we miss you, come back” You shook your head gripping the blanket tightly “Kitten we...We love you...We can fix what happened...I didn't mean what I said earlier”

You were unable to hear the rest of what Jackson was saying, your mind stuck on the so free love confession Jackson had just said in front of the members who were obviously oblivious to your relationship.

“Jackson?” Mark asked confused.

“We-” Jaebum said looking at Jinyoung and Mark “We can explain this”

And just like that, your secret was about to be spilled

#kpop fanfiction #got7 #got7 bambam #got7 jackson #got7 jaebum #got7 jinyoung #got7 youngjae #got7 mark #got7 yugyeom #got7 fanfic #kpop smut #got7 smut #kpop oneshots #oursecret #got7 angst #jaebum smut #our secret

[allthingstarker]

Tony's Old Tee

I don't even know what this is, I just loved the concept and had to write it...sorry it's kinda longer than I expected :/

Inspired by a previous post of Tony's old tee and the wonderful @the-mad-starker (who I apparantly can't tag...), please let me know if this was actually any good!

To others, it might seem stupid. However, to Peter, having a favourite item of Tony's clothing seemed perfectly understandable.

To others, it would just be some stupid science tee with a half-witty pun printed over it. To Peter, it was so much more. It was a tee that Tony had owned for over a decade – that in itself proved that it meant something to the older man. It was the first item of Tony's clothing that Peter had ‘stolen’ (claimed as his own), the first night that he'd stayed the night under more than just business terms.

It was the tee that Peter now wore every morning that he woke up in Tony's mansion – which was becoming more of a regular occurrence, lately. It was the tee that, whenever Tony saw him wearing it – sleeves almost reaching his elbows, the fabric hanging loosely over his small frame – he would visibly melt, bringing Peter in at the waist until their chests met in a flurry of heartbeats, lips pressed to one other in a sweet, early morning kiss with aftertastes of bitter coffee and toast.

So yeah, to Peter, having a favourite item of Tony's clothing was nothing out of the ordinary.

In fact, Peter loved this tee so much, he would practically parade around in it. He’d wear it to school with a smug smirk, usually hidden under a sweater or hoodie of his own, but on occasion he'd sit in class with the tee on full show. People didn’t think anything of it. Well, Ned wasn’t stupid; he'd always send Peter a knowing look (eyebrows raised and a hidden smile on his lips) whenever Peter strolled into class wearing said tee.

But nobody else would understand – why would they?

Peter found some strange pleasure in that, which didn’t really make sense, but the fact that he was literally wearing billionaire Tony Stark's old tee, pulled from the genius' closet that morning in Peter's half-awake state of mind whilst Tony Stark himself stood in the kitchen below cooking them both breakfast, and nobody knew about it - well, it was a nice feeling to say the least.

Peter would always end up sat in class biting back a smile that threatened to spread across his face whenever he thought back to those moments.

There had been the awkward encounter with Aunt May, when she'd gone to grab his dirty laundry and found the tee sprawled by the bottom of his bed. Once she’d noticed it, she’d questioned him because ‘I don’t remember seeing this before?’. Peter had blushed, grabbing the tee and trying to hide it – despite the fact that Aunt May had no way of knowing who it actually belonged to.

She’d tutted, rolling her eyes as she took it from his hands muttering about how she didn’t care if it was someone else's, but it smelt and it needed a wash.

MJ, much like Ned, wasn’t as oblivious as Aunt May, however. Peter had gone round to her place for a movie marathon with her and Ned – getting there first, of course – and he'd been wearing the tee. It'd been a couple days since he'd seen Tony; the older man had been called away on some small mission with the Avengers and – no matter how much Peter insisted – Tony argued against allowing Peter to join. Peter had only stopped arguing after Tony admitted that he just wanted to keep ‘his boy’ safe as best as he could, leaning down to press his lips to Peter's, calloused fingers running over his smooth jaw and keeping him steady.

The musky, pine and almond scent of Tony still lingered in the fabric (he hadn’t even worn the tee since Peter claimed it as his, but it gathered the older man's scent from spending most of it's time surrounded by his other clothes). Peter inhaled the addictive aroma, eyes slipping closed momentarily.

When he finally opened them back up to the present, he found MJ watching him with an almost pitying smile. He tried to shrug it off but he knew there was no point, and so he sat beside MJ on her couch, pulling the tee incredibly closer to himself in the hopes that it would bring Tony home quicker.

MJ didn’t even say anything, simply nudging him gently with her shoulder and sending him a soft smile before switching on the TV and shouting at Ned (who had just arrived) to hurry his ass up and sit down.

The funny part of Peter parading around in Tony's tee, wearing it like some sort of badge-of-honour with a proud smile, was the affect that it also had on Tony. Peter never noticed it, but that was probably because he wasn’t really looking for anything.

Tony would smile over the top of his morning mug of coffee at Peter's small body looking practically lost inside his old tee, hair ruffled (both from the previous night's events and simply the younger's habit of fidgeting in his sleep), eyes half-lidded and a cute smile on his lips. He looked delicate. Fragile, almost. A whole world away from the brave Spider-Man who spent his free time helping strangers.

Tony saw the happy glint in Peter’s eyes whenever he wore the tee, saw how the boy hugged the fabric closer to his body and breathed in it's scent – something of which caused Tony's insides to do uncontrollable flips. He never understood it, he just knew that it brought a smile to his face.

And perhaps Tony didn’t try to hide his feelings; there had been an embarrassing encounter during a set-up with a few of the Avengers, in which Peter had strolled in from the other room wearing the oversized tee and leggings of all things (God, this boy drove Tony crazy), earphones in as he hummed away to some popular song and grabbed an orange juice from the fridge. He hasn’t even noticed Tony, Steve, Bruce, Natasha and Clint sat around the table only a few feet away – typing away at his phone as he left the room again.

Unfortunately for Tony, his fondness of his boy was showing as he watched him leave, looking absolutely adorable – and Tony made a mental note to convince Peter to wear leggings more often.

The others in the room all turned to look at Tony, eyebrows furrowed because they'd definitely seen that top before and it definitely hadn't been Peter wearing it. Bruce even had the nerve to smirk at Tony.

‘Shut up.’ Tony grumbled, wiping his stupidly love-struck smile from his face and sending the others a hard glare. They all shrugged, but he knew that the topic would come up again.

Tony couldn’t really find himself caring much, however. Especially not later that night as he was peeling that damn tee from Peter's torso, tossing it across the room to be forgotten about until morning as his lips attacked Peter's own in a ravishing kiss that left the two breathless and pining for more.

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