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wonniexy · 2 years

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# IN WINTER, WE FALL — han jisung

synopsis: your first meeting with Jisung has to be some kind of hilarious, but you two are pretty good at avoiding awkwardness and, apparently, at flirting.

genre/tropes: fluff, strangers to friends, open ending, friends to lovers

pairing: non-idol!jisung × gn!reader

word count: 1.5k+

warnings: (unintentional) fall from window

author's note: is the warning even a warning, or just a spoiler? I guess I'll never know T.T I've written this short story in two hours last night because I couldn't sleep and am extremely anxious for Christmas. If it feels rushed, it's probably because it is: I genuinely suck at putting an end to fics 😭😭 I'd like to thank my best friend for telling me to use Jisung as the main character: he fits so well the whole concept <3

Also, Merry Christmas guys! Whether you celebrate it or not, make sure to stay warm, safe and watch as many Christmas movies as you can, because they're always a nice way to spend some time 🎄❄☃️

Renting a small cabin in the middle of nowhere was one of the best choices of your life. You needed to pick up a suitcase and escape for a few moments, get back to breathing: away from the voices of your family, away from Christmas presents, away from everything but, for once, yourself. You're enjoying Christmas this year much more than you ever have, and it's finally easy to appreciate every little moment and every little snowflake that falls gracefully from the sky day and night.

Grabbing the hot cup of tea you've made yourself with your hands covered by the sleeves of the warm woolen jumper you are wearing and blowing on it to a rhythm invented especially for hot cups of tea, you walk slowly towards the armchair from which you have not detached yourself for the last four days. It's big enough for you to curl up in and cover yourself with a thick blanket, and it's positioned right in front of the biggest window in the cottage: you couldn't — wouldn't even dare — ask for anything better.

You like to spend your lonely days sitting there watching the snow fall, or reading one of the many books you've brought from home, or even getting lost in your innermost fantasies and reading with your eyes on the trees outside, thinking of nothing but how good it feels to be alone in the warmth.

You make yourself comfortable in the armchair, humming to yourself as you try to cover your body with a blanket in one hand and hold your cup of tea in the other — a heroic feat, you like to tell yourself — and, once comfortable, you gaze out at the world outside your window.

It's all so beautiful, with the snow framing the picture that everything you see could be or become.

As you slowly sip your favourite green tea, your eyes rest on the cabin across from yours, just a few feet away and maybe fifty centimetres taller than the one rented to you.

"Oh?" You focus your attention on it, moving from the front door to the windows of the rooms above. "It was still closed this morning. Someone probably came in."

You don't like to get into other people's business, but you enjoy looking at any person and, from their gestures, creating a scenario about their life. It's a way to pass the time, to feel less distant from reality and it helps to think that we are not the only ones on earth. You've always done it, so even when you're sitting in an armchair in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, you look for someone. Anyone.

You don't put much hope in your search, because with the cold weather your neighbour has probably decided to shut themselves up in their house in front of the fireplace and rest, rather than shovel snow off the pavement and get wet up to their knees, but you try anyway. You have nothing else to do, after all.

And then luck — a bit of an exaggeration here — finds you, just as your lips are again resting on the rim of the cup: the one hanging from a rightmost window pane overlooking your garden is definitely a person.

You smile.

"Peter. 21, though he always says he's 22 when anyone asks." You begin your monologue, your eyes focused on the boy's figure. Unfortunately, you can only see that he's wearing a dark hat and a jacket that's probably as big as he is. "He's on holiday with his three best friends and he's lost to rock paper scissors, so he has to clean all the windows in the house." Consequently, according to your story, there he is, working and reaching for the furthest spot outside the window.

You take, again, a sip of tea, then continue:

"He's studying modern literature at a small university in his small town, but he's a bit of an id--"

Thud.

"Oh God!"

Your body immediately reacts to the thud coming from outside, and you almost spill whatever is left of the hot tea all over you as you get up eagerly.

The guy who was cleaning the window has fallen on top of a pile of snow.

Without a second thought, you run to your front door, slip on some heavy boots, and cover yourself with the biggest, warmest jacket you own. Gloves, hat, and scarf arrive immediately after.

You run out into the snow that has stopped falling a few minutes ago and hurry to the body of the boy, who has fallen in the middle of a large pile of snow, you were looking at.

Thank goodness, you say to yourself as soon as you see him move just a little to make it clear that if something has happenedto him, it is not as serious as death could be.

"Hold on, I'll help you." You start stomping on the pile of snow with your feet, trying to get closer to the young man's body. "Can you extend your arms?"

"Yes, fortunately." You hear him say.

Now that you're physically close to him and his voice comes right to your ears, you can confirm the fact that the boy can't be more than twenty-two years old. You grab his arms, trying not to slip yourself, and notice that the dark blue hat he is wearing completely covers his eyes.

The boy tries to get to his feet as best he can and, with your support, he finally does. He shakes off the snow from his jacket and pants, shivering from all the snow that must have gotten into his clothes.

Poor him.

"Thank you." He says, adjusting his hat on his head and turning in your direction. He smiles. His cheeks are round and colored in a slight red tone.

You raise your eyebrows. "I saw you fall from the window, are you okay?"

"You saw me fall..."

"From the window."

"... from the window."

"Exactly." You say, trying not to laugh. "It wasn't exactly what I would have expected, you know."

The boy lets out an awkward laugh. Even though he's embarassed, the sound coming from his mouth is nice and clear. "It wasn't exactly what I would have expected either."

"Fair enough." You say, finally joining in his laughter. "How did it even happen?"

"I was cleaning because of some stupid bet me and my friends made..."

I got it right!

You simply nod, hiding your happiness from having guessed the situation right.

"Thanks again, by the way. For the help. And maybe for seeing me fall, too, because that was probably the reason you were able to help me."

It starts to snow again and you shrug at the boy's words, smiling in his direction. "No problem, let's just say you were lucky I'm a curious person, that's all."

With a quick movement of his arm, the boy invites you to shake his hand covered in thick woolen gloves. "The name's Han Jisung, by the way. And you can be as curious as you like with me: I'm no different. Just give me a whistle and I'll make sure I fall from somewhere else to enrich your day."

Jisung has a beautiful smile and his eyes light up under the faint light of the day, while small snowflakes rest on his hat and the shoulders of the jacket he wears. He is not a very tall boy, but he seems to have good body proportions. Which you shouldn't be thinking about right now.

Also, he seems to know how to talk. You like him and you wouldn't be too surprised if he revealed himself to be a nice companion.

You laugh at his words and, before answering, grab his hand, shaking it in greeting. "Well, Jisung, maybe instead of falling down from somewhere you could, I don't know, knock on my door and ask me for a cup of hot tea. That might enrich my day, too. Maybe even more."

His smile widens as your gaze begins to wander and settle anywhere but on him.

Never in your life have you said something like that. Maybe it's the season, maybe it's the holiday spent by yourself.

Either way, Jisung seems to be enjoying this side of you.

"I'm in." Jisung replies, smiling, if possible, even more widely. "But you haven't told me your name..."

You pluck up courage and place your eyes in his. "If you're curious, my cabin is right across the street. I also have a window that could need a quick cleaning."

The boy looks at the sky, extending one arm forward and opening his hand so that it can catch a few snowflakes. "I'm gonna get changed."

"Alright."

"Will you really make me a cup of hot tea and tell me your name?"

You dodge the question, answering with your own question for him:

"Say, Han Jisung, do you know any person named Peter?"

He looks at you, but you're looking at your big window — the same one you were behind a mere twenty minutes ago.

"That's actually my English name."

You would totally love to freak out right now. Score. I scare myself.

Instead of showing any kind of weird emotion, you simply start walking towards your cabin.

"Then I guess I really will tell you my name as I make you a cup of hot tea."

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wydguk · 3 years

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exile - kth

pairing: taehyung x reader (ft. namjoon x reader)

genre: angst, tae and y/n are exes

warnings: really angsty.... there are arguments and screaming matches in here... sort of toxic relationship? they're bad at communication

word count: 3.4k

summary: it took you five whole minutes to pack the entirety of your relationship with taehyung and to leave.

note: I'M BACK!! namjoon has like one line in this i'm so sorry T.T there's like zero fluff. like absolutely no fluff. and chaeyoung makes an appearance in this! it's up to you if u wanna picture park chaeyoung (rosé) as chae or son chaeyoung from twice as chae lol.

ALSO! this is based on taylor swift and bon iver's song exile on the folklore album! i do not own the song or the lyrics in any way, shape or form.

i can see you standing, honey

with his arms around your body

taehyung walks out of the store, scrolling through his phone. his day is just as mundane as it was yesterday and will be tomorrow. it’s been mundane since he last saw you.

his feet suddenly come to a stop when he hears your laugh ahead of him, but he shakes his head, reprimanding himself for thinking about you again. he’s about to continue his way down the street when he hears you laughing again and he looks away from his phone to see you laughing in someone else's arms.

he blinks. once, twice.

you’re there. you’re really there. he can hear his heart pounding in his ears and falling to his feet and jumping up into his throat all at once at the mere sight of you. you seem to notice him too, eyes widening before looking up at whoever you’re with. only then does taehyung register the fact that you’re not alone — you’re with someone else while he still wonders what went wrong every night before he sleeps.

you look happy. pure, genuine happiness is written in your eyes. the stranger’s arms are wrapped around you as you avoid taehyung’s eyes, continuing down the street as you listen to what your partner is saying. taehyung feels sick to his stomach.

laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

“you know, i’ve been thinking about removing my spine. i feel like it’s only holding me back!”

as you walk closer towards taehyung, he can hear the joke the other man is making.

you let out another laugh just as you walk right past him and he frowns. that is one of the worst jokes taehyung has ever heard and you laughed at it like it’s one of the best. which is misleading, considering the fact that taehyung used to tell you jokes all the time. his jokes were definitely funny. how have your standards gotten so low?

he lets out a breath he didn’t even realise he’d been holding, but this only allows him to smell your perfume, and it’s still the same perfume he’d given you on your last birthday.

your last birthday is probably the last time he really felt content. whole.

to pack us up and leave me with it

and it took you five whole minutes

holdin' all this love out here in the hall

taehyung doesn’t like to think of you because in spite of all the good memories, your last argument still ricochets in his head. withstanding the shouts and crashes is impossible when all he wants is to remember you laying in his arms, sharing a tub of ice cream.

three weeks after your birthday, you and taehyung sit at the dining table in silence, staring down intensely at your food. you haven’t fought since the week after your birthday, when you threw insults at each other just because the other couldn’t keep up with chores, or call to say they were okay. taehyung still thinks about the way you shouted at him.

“i don’t remember why i ever wanted to be with you!”

taehyung exhales, running a hand through his hair. “you don’t mean that, y/n. you’re just upse-”

“upset? yeah, i am upset. why shouldn’t i be? am i the one making mistakes? no! it’s you. it’s all you, taehyung!” you yell. “you have some nerve, taehyung.”

“so now it’s my fault? everything is my fault, because you’ve been the perfect girlfriend this whole time. you haven’t made a single mistake, and you have nothing to own up to, because you’re just so, so perfect, aren’t you, y/n?” taehyung is breathless and his blood is boiling.

“shut up! i don’t care. talk to me when you’re mature enough to own up to your mistakes.” you walk off and slam the bedroom door, leaving taehyung speechless. “real mature, y/n! go ahead, keep slamming the doors like it makes you any more mature.”

taehyung is jolted back into the present when he hears you set your fork down onto your plate. “tae, are you going to finish that? i’m about to wash the dishes,” you speak quietly, standing up to go to the kitchen. “i’ll wash it myself,” he replies, and he watches you enter the kitchen without a word.

he follows you in after a few minutes, where you’ve just finished washing your own dishes. instead of leaving, you lean against the island counter and he looks back at you. “i think we need to talk, tae.”

taehyung lets out a low chuckle as he looks down at the sink. “go ahead,” he’d already seen this coming, but now that it’s here, he doesn’t know how to act.

you’re silent. only when taehyung faces you do you speak. “i think we should break up,” you start. “i know,” he replies. “is this okay with you?” you reach out for his hand but he runs it through his hair before you get the chance to.

“y/n, you don’t have to stay if you’re not happy. regardless if i’m okay with it or not, i can’t just ask you to stay for my sake.” he sighs. he’s handling this better than he thought.

“thank you, taehyung.” you’re crying, but you wipe away your tears before they can fall. “i’ll… i’ll go soon.” you don’t look at him because you if you do, you know you’ll be crying your eyes out and convincing yourself to stay.

taehyung sits on the couch and stares straight ahead at the television screen, which is playing an action movie he has no intention to pay any mind to. all he can focus on is the sound of you shuffling around behind him, packing everything you own into your suitcase. he thinks about how easy it is for you to pack up the entirety of your relationship in a few minutes.

“tae?” you call out, standing by the door. his heart shatters when he realizes this is probably the last time he’ll see you in a long time. he gets off the couch and takes in your face, capturing your visage into his memory one last time. when you reach out for his hand, he doesn’t avoid it again. he won’t be able to do this again.

“i love you,” he whispers. “i love you too,” you look down at your intertwined hands before walking out and closing the door, leaving all the love behind with taehyung.

if you’ve thought about him since then, you won’t admit it, and he doesn’t know it.

i think i've seen this film before

and i didn't like the ending

taehyung refuses to think about the breakup again. he hates the way it ended.

you're not my homeland anymore

so what am i defending now?

taehyung watches you walk farther and farther away from him, and all he wants to do is reach out for you. he wants to rip you away from that stranger and feel you in his arms again, feel your warm hand in his.

but you’re not his anymore, and he let you go all those months ago. he has no reason to feel this way. the green eyed monster shouldn’t be clawing away at his rational thoughts, yet still taehyung’s feet are begging to let him run after you and make you his again. he wants to return things back to the way they were, to the pure love you had for each other.

he has no reason to feel this way.

you were my town, now i'm in exile, seein' you out

when did things change? you were his home and his heart. it’s been months and he still doesn’t understand.

i can see you starin', honey

like he's just your understudy

you’re laughing at another one of namjoon’s jokes when you feel someone’s eyes on you, their stare heavy. when you look ahead, it’s taehyung. the same taehyung who you left alone in his apartment all those months ago. the same taehyung you laid with in bed every night. the same taehyung whose shirt you spilt coffee all over, and the same taehyung you met at the museum all those years ago.

it’s taehyung.

your eyes widen and you turn away as quicker than you can blink, muttering underneath your breath. “it’s my ex.” namjoon’s grip around you tightens. sneaking a glance at taehyung again, you can see how his eyes are unblinking. it’s not written on his face or in his body language, but from his eyes alone you can already tell how he feels about namjoon.

there is nothing violent or scary about his stare, but it’s almost arrogant. he looks at namjoon like he’s just a temporary replacement despite the fact that you both know you’re never getting back together.

like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

taehyung isn’t a violent person. he’s the type of person to calmly talk things out, the type of person to break up a fight. he’d never even hurt a fly. once, you watched as he picked up a spider and let it crawl across the balcony railing while you shrieked from inside.

so it’s shocking when you watch as his hands twitch and his jaw clenches. taehyung’s definitely protective, but what does he have to protect now? why does he look like he’s about to pummel namjoon into the ground? he agreed to let you go.

second, third, and hundredth chances

balancin' on breaking branches

you gave him so many chances. so many opportunities to apologize.

but did he? no.

those eyes add insult to injury

he probably thinks you got over him quicker than you did. in fact, it took you weeks that bled into months to get over him. there were numerous occasions where you considered knocking on his door and taking it all back, but you never could. it drained you emotionally just thinking about it.

“he made you so happy, y/n,” chaeyoung says as she tries to shake you out of your trance. “just text him or something.” giving up, she flops down next to you on the bed, snatching the tub of ice cream out of your hands.

you groan, shoving your face deeper into the pillow. “he hurt me so bad, chae. i don’t know if i can just forget about it all just to go back to him,” you sit up and let her feed a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

“you don’t have to date him again, dummy. it’d still be a good idea for you to get some closure at the very least, right?” you hate how chaeyoung is always right, especially when it comes to these situations. “i don’t want closure.” you state grumpily. “i’m just gonna stay here with you every day and cry about how much i miss him.”

“if you’re gonna do that at least buy your own ice cream…” she hums, and you grin at her before eating another spoonful.

you don’t like the way he’s looking at namjoon. it only rubs in the fact that he’s being jealous when he has no right to be.

it’s completely unfair.

i'm not your problem anymore

so who am i offending now?

before you broke up, he was always complaining about the little things you would or wouldn’t do, nitpicking at the simplest of details. in time, you got used to his nagging and he got used to your habits. even now, in your head, you still hear his voice reminding you to do this and not to do that.

his friends didn’t seem to like you all that much, so you tended to stay home whenever taehyung invited you to spend the night out with his friends. although he’d always frowned whenever you turned him down, he’d brush it off and leave you alone to your sleepless nights waiting up for him.

“text me next time if you’re coming home late, okay?” you whisper as you look at his fluttering eyelashes under the covers.

“i will,” he mumbles sleepily before drifting off, arms tightly wrapped around you.

he never remembered to text you.

it’s foolish of him to look at you like that. he looks agitated and offended and sad all at once but what could you do? he wasn’t yours and you weren’t his to take care of anymore.

i think i've seen this film before

so i'm leaving out the side door

you hate the way he’s making you feel in only a few short seconds, so you look up at namjoon again and laugh at whatever joke he’s making again. it took you this long to get over taehyung and you weren’t going to throw it all away just because you’ve seen him again.

so step right out, there is no amount

of crying i can do for you

when taehyung arrives home, the first thing he does when he gets into his bed is cry. he’s always been alarmingly good at suppressing his emotions but seeing you again after so long has taken its toll on him.

he hasn’t cried like this in a while, but it hurts just as much as the last time.

two hours later, taehyung stares up at the ceiling when he suddenly feels the urge to text you. before he knows it, his fingers are typing away uncontrollably and pressing the send button. instead of reading what he sent you, he sets his phone down on his bedside table and falls asleep.

when you arrive home that night, you check your notifications and choke on your spit when you see that taehyung has sent you a message. “chae,” you call out, throwing yourself onto the couch. humming, she comes out of her room. “taehyung texted me.”

her eyes bulge out as she throws herself onto you and pulls your phone out of your grasp. “no way!” she yells, standing up and raising her hands up to her mouth. “you’re kidding me!”

“don’t get too excited!” you laugh, sitting up straight. “he just wants to meet for coffee. it’s no big deal!”

“no big deal? y/n, you haven’t spoken since you broke up!” she lets out a breath, placing her hands on her hips. “he has some god-level timing. right when you and namjoon start going out? unbelievable.”

you reach for your phone, almost tumbling off the couch when chaeyoung pretends she's not returning it to you. begrudgingly sighing, she throws the phone into your lap and cuddles into your side and continues her earlier humming. "it doesn't matter if namjoon asked me out or not. there's going to be nothing romantic about our meetup. we're just gonna talk about whatever he wants to talk about and that's it!" you decide. if you keep repeating it to yourself in your head like a mantra you might start to believe it.

"isn't it strange though? how he's texting you out of nowhere after months and months? he's thinking about you, y/n!" chaeyoung giggles.

"well," you start. "i did see him earlier today while i was out on my date with namjoon…" chaeyoung whips her head around to look at you, shock written all over her face. "y/n, you're joking," squealing, she flails her legs around giddily. "you guys are meant to be. nsmjoon won't mind. he'll understand when he sees you two together."

"chae!" you whine. it would be devastating to break namjoon's heart after how good he's been to you. "i can't break his heart like that, he's done nothing wrong! he's a perfectly sweet guy and he really does care about me."

"are we talking about taehyung or namjoon?" chaeyoung teases, a smirk on her lips.

"chae…" you groan.

"fine, fine! i'll stop. but you have to meet him for that coffee. it's going to be the best coffee meeting you'll ever have in your life. i can feel it in my bones."

you hate how you hope she's right.

never being the patient type, your leg bounces restlessly as you wait for taehyung at your table. the coffees you bought for the two of you are still steaming hot when you look up to the sound of the door bells jingling and lock eyes with taehyung, who gives you a sheepish smile.

"hey," he starts. sliding into the chair opposite you. "you didn't have to get me this," he motions toward the coffee.

pushing his cup closer towards him, you shake your head, a tight-lipped smile plastered across your face. "it's nothing," you reply. "so why did you want to meet me here?"

unbeknownst to namjoon, you didn't cancel your plans with him because you had a supposed dentist appointment. if you told him you were going to meet taehyung he surely would've stood guard outside your door to prevent you from leaving while chae would lecture him on letting you make your own decisions.

it was easier this way.

"i just figured we haven't talked in a while. what's up with you? how's it going?" he says. you narrow your eyes at him and take a sip of your coffee. "what reason do we have to talk? we're not in each other's lives anymore." you decide. setting down your cup, your fingers lightly drum against the table, and you watch as his face drops and his eyebrows furrow.

"maybe if you didn't walk out on us we'd still be in each other's lives," he mutters. "w-what?" you gasp, taken aback. "you let me go! i asked you and you said it was fine. would you rather have us both unhappy but still in a relationship?"

leaning back, he sighs. "i was happy, y/n. you-"

"but not happy enough! not the natural happiness that wasn't always on the edge of turning sour. didn't you notice, taehyung? all this time, we've always walked a very thin line." you rant, your feelings getting the best of you. "i didn't and i don't want you to settle for the bare minimum, lo- taehyung." your heart stutters when you almost let his old pet name slip, his eyes meeting yours, unblinking.

taehyung stares at you for a moment. "and how did you know, y/n? that i wasn't happy? that i wasn't content or whole in our relationship?" you pause, throat constricting. "yea, i let you go. but i didn't want to. not for a single second did i ever consider willingly letting you slip away from me. but what could i do? you still left, i had to let you because i knew you'd be happier. but ypu, you didn't even hear me out, and you never gave a warning sign."

"i gave so many signs!" you protest. "i-"

"and i was just supposed to catch on? you couldn't even say it straight to my face?" he's unrelenting, eyes burning holes into your soul. he's angry and he's hurting and you know it's partially your fault. maybe even wholly. "all this time, i never learned to read your mind." he scoffs.

"yea, i guess you never learned to read my mind. and i'm sorry i expected that much from you! but you never turned things around. you didn't try to figure out what was going wrong and if we could mend it." you sputter, and you feel your cheeks starting to heat up.

"i'm saying! you never gave a warning sign. what could i do?" you've never seen taehyung look so small and defeated, and your heart aches in your chest. all you want to do is take him into your arms and tell him everything will be alright.

yet you can't. maybe all those months ago you could've. and you thought you had moved on and you thought he had too, but it's become glaringly obvious that none of you have.

"tae…" his eyes widen and he blinks at you. "taehyung! taehyung. i should go…" you murmur. taking his hand, you study the lines on his palm and the divots on his knuckles and let out a watery smile.

"you always do," he replicates your smile and watches as you stand up. "i love you."

"i love you too," you whisper.

when you walk away, you half expect him to chase after you and beg for you to stay, but you know it's too selfish of you to want it.

when you walk away, he half expects you to turn around like they always do in the movies, but he knows your pride always gets the best of you.

you've both seen this film before, and neither of you liked the ending.

note: very unedited and also this was a bitch to re-stylize on tumblr. thank you very much for reading! like or reblog if you enjoyed it and feel free to tell me what u think :) my asks and my dms are always open!

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jjpogue · 4 years

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❝Bombastic and Wild — t.t

Request: “Could you do a topper x reader where she used to date JJ but he broke up her for kie and topper and Sarah already broke up. Also reader and topper’s family are super close and they end up getting closer idk” - @sweetestdolan

Pairing: topper thornton x reader

Length: 973 words

Warnings: angst, emotions, topper not being a terrible boy

You were only 16, you had to keep reminding yourself that. You were piling expectations too high on yourself that were utterly realistic. You felt like playing a grown up would be fun but it felt good to let that go and enjoy the freedom of your childhood.

You thought that freedom belonged with the pogues, living each day as it came and breaking the rules to have a good time. You ended up with more than a few nights locked in your room grounded but at the time you didn’t care.

You had JJ, Kie, John B and Pope to go back too. You loved them all with your heart- perhaps loved them too much. You fell quickly for JJ, a whirlwind summer romance that count handle the strain of emotional struggles and parental abuse.

Nights spent combing your fingers through golden hair and wiping tears. A sixteen year old girl isn’t any replacement for a therapist.

Then the fateful night happened, the stars dim and the air warm and breezy. You were dumped, dumped for your best friend and all those feelings of love and kinship shattered in one fell swoop. You cried, cried until you thought you couldn’t anymore and cried some more. You fell asleep on a wet pillow that night.

You hadn’t spoken to the pogues since that day. Kiara was the one to try and speak to you but ignored her and burned any bridge that hadn’t completely crumbled.

It was around the same time Sarah Cameron became a part of the group. And you couldn’t help but to suspect you had been replaced. One kook girl for another. And that only made it stung worse, to be replaced. To know someone had taken a spot you once thought was special, unique, that no one else could fill.

Then the incident at the hawk’s nest happened and that really emphasized were the lines were drawn. As Sarah and the pogues knelt around John B you cried, still feeling such raw emotion to see you past friend laying unconscious in the grass. Why couldn’t your feeling truly die? Were you always doomed to be tortured by your own stupid compassion? It didn’t matter, because Topper was there to pull you away.

You sat in Topper’s car, pulling away from the unfortunate scene. You still had tears in your eyes, blurring your vision.

“I didn’t mean to... I didn’t know it would break.” Topper muttered under his breath, his eyes focused on the dark road in front of you.

You nodded numbly. You believed him. You and Topper’s families were very close and you and Topper had been friends ever since you were in diapers. Topper had of course changed since then. But he wasn’t cruel enough to commit such an act. He was prone to violent tendencies, he had gone too far before. You reprimanded him each time, in fact. But Topper deep down had a good heart and you knew he ended up regretting a lot of what he did.

“I know, T. I know.” You whispered, reaching over the console and holding his hand in your own. “I can sleep over a yours tonight.” You offered, wiping your eyes and finally turning to look at him.

He nodded slowly and cut the wheel, refusing to look at you. You understood why. Topper was never good with his emotions. They came out of him like an explosion of fireworks, bombastic and wild. He had always tried to restrain himself, to be the good son and it was never a good thing; to let it build and build.

“You can’t keep this up, you know.”

Hands traveled down your side, delicate and careful and all the things Topper was known not to be. You were sidled up to his side in no more than your underwear. But it wasn’t weird, and it wasn’t sexual either. When you reached a certain point in friendship you trusted yourself to bear it all to that person. They could see you for the raw, whole entity you were and not get hung up on something trivial as showing a little skin.

“T, I’m scared.” You admitted, nesting your cheek more into his bare chest. Hot nights meant little clothes and sticky skin. “I don’t want to see you go so far you can never come back. Because you know, I care about you so damn much.”

Topper took in a deep breath and you could feel it, his rib cage expanding and opening up beneath you. “It makes me scared too. But I get so caught up in my anger and..” He raised his hand, his fists shaking erratically, “I don’t know how to make it go away (y/n).”

You frowning and sat up on you elbow, looking down at Topper as your hair curtained around her face.

“It’s not too late to ask for help.”

Topper looked up into your eyes, the bright wane of the moon reflecting off them in a nebulous mix of hopefulness and affections you suspected weren’t so platonic. Topper was always there, your constant and while it had never appeared obvious you always knew.

You both met halfway in a soft, plush kiss. Topper pulled your loose hair back and cradled your head in his hand.

People say it’s supposed to be a bright spark, lightning in a bottle. That you feel overwhelmed like the world is spinning around this one beautiful moment in time.

But everything was calm, relaxed and slow in the best way possible. You laid back down with Topper, his chin rested on the top of your head and one hand running circles on your lower back. It wasn’t a grant revelation but a small step in a big picture. And you knew it was going to be okay.

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manggojooz · 5 years

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Pick A Side (Part 12)

pairing: Taehyung x reader

word count: 2,320

genre: university!au; angst; romance; a lil of thriller; a lil bit of fluff

warnings: slight references to voyeuristic behaviour

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comment: sorry if im getting rusty at this, i need to warm up T.T badly...

Film cameras are better than digital ones. Why? Because in that moment the light flashes, the truth is etched into the film forever. Because truth is perceived as valuable.

---

“I just hated Jihyun for making this whole mess so I just did it, alright?! Happy now?!”, Taehyung’s voice sustained despite the recording having ended.

“Thank you for giving me the idea of using a recorded confession”, Haejoong smiled at you with that same expression that used to make you feel comforted but now all you wanted was to punch his face in.

It wasn’t only you, Taehyung also had his fist clenched tight to the extent his knuckles were turning white.

“The moment either of you try to report any of this, just know that I wouldn’t go down alone...”, the sly being tucked his phone back into his pocket, hardly moves a facial muscle before giving you one last nod and eventually sauntering off the hospital porch.

---

“Don’t you want to know what happened?”, Taehyung asked you apprehensively as both of you sat in a corner of a sparsely patronised café near the hospital.

Your expression looked angry but your eyes told him that it was more complex than that.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Can’t believe he thought of threatening you to say those things... and all because of me... I’m such a burden...”, you ranted and Taehyung was astonished, that you never momentarily doubted that him and was even able to figure that much by yourself.

“Don’t say that! You are not... Nobody would have known that he would go to such lengths. He's crazy, we have to report this to the police”, Taehyung felt indignant that Haejoong made you feel this way about yourself.

“We will have to report it to the police but he has that damn recording...”, you were biting your fingernails, deep in thought.

“Should we tell Ms. Helen about this and let her report it?”, Taehyung suggested.

“That’s equivalent to reporting it, Haejoong will just use that recording...”, you answered with a deepening frown.

“Let’s face it, Y/N. There’s nothing that can stop him from releasing it...”, Taehyung was getting impatient. He knows he had everything to lose, but he hated this hostage-like situation.

“No, I won’t let him do that you!”, you raised your voice, annoyed that there seems to be no option.

Both Taehyung and you could see it. Haejoong will keep gaining the upper hand if you continue to hold each other down like this. It was so unfair, you thought. The ones that have nothing to lose, can always afford to play the dirty game. They only stand to gain.

That was when your mind suddenly clicked. No, Haejoong has something he can’t lose too... someone.

---

Taehyung and you sat next to each other nervously gazing at the café door. Finally it rattles and flies open, the person you were keenly waiting for walked warily towards the both of you.

Taehyung stood up from his seat, “Jihyun...”, he calls her name gently as she approached the table. “Have a seat, do you want a drink?”

“It’s ok... what do you want?”, Jihyun’s attitude was uncertain as she rejected the drink but still took a seat opposite you.

You carefully broached the subject, starting from the point when you found out that Haejoong liked her.

“So, now he has a recording of Taehyung ‘confessing’. Jihyun, he is not what he seems, you have to believe us”, it took a good eight minutes before you managed to finish the recap. You were kind of surprised that Jihyun stayed quiet throughout although she did look apprehensive.

“Y/N, I know I said that I believe that you didn’t do it. But don’t be mistaken. It doesn’t mean I trust that you are on my side. Haejoong was the only one who had comforted me and stood up for me during this time... How can you expect me to take your words about him, when you were not even there with me when I needed it”, she was mostly staring at Taehyung as she expressed her doubts.

“I tried calling you, I thought you...”, Taehyung attempted to explain.

“You thought I wouldn’t want to see you? You are not wrong though”, Jihyun sounded exhausted. “Didn’t you say that he likes me? If that’s the case, why would he do that to me?”

You had no answer.

“I don’t want this thing to get any bigger than it already is... I just hope it dies down quickly and quietly. That is all I want now. It’s not about the truth anymore. Somehow the world makes me feel that as the victim, finding the culprit, seeking justice, is not my priority”, she sounded utterly drained.

She stood up to leave and you bolted up from your seat too, “Jihyun...” There was a stillness in the air, you had almost never called her by her name like that.

---

“Taehyung and Y/N came to look for me this afternoon...”, Jihyun said nervously. Haejoong had just brought her to their comfort food place - a kimchi soup restaurant, which is the only thing she can eat whenever she felt awful, and they are now strolling towards her hostel. His scarf was wrapped around her neck after he adamantly insisted that she wasn’t wearing enough layers.

Haejoong stopped in the middle of the pavement upon her words and turned to face her.

"They told me that you were the one who took those photos of me and wanted me to report you...”, Jihyun elaborated, stopping and spinning to look at Haejoong too.

Haejoong was completely still, his eyes moving unnoticeably, observing all the tiny signs in Jihyun’s features.

“They say you forced Taehyung to record a confession...”, Jihyun continued.

“Do you believe them? What is it that you want to hear from me?”, Haejoong replied cautiously.

“... you are the only friend I have now, so I want to hear you say that it’s not you”, Jihyun mumbled.

“Will you believe me if I say that it is not me?”, Haejoong asked.

“I will”, she answered, never once averting his eyes.

“It’s not me.”

A comforted smile slowly spreads across her lips.

“It can’t be you...”, she whispers, and he was relieved to see that she will take his side. “It cannot be you...”, she uttered, and his expression changes. Yes, it cannot be him, if it were, Jihyun might lose it altogether.

“I was looking for the right time to let you hear the recording... I didn’t want to traumatise you just when things were getting better. Isn’t this like the thief calling someone else the thief? Unbelievable...”, Haejoong was careful that he didn’t appear too keen to explain the situation.

“They pretend they can understand how I feel after all that has happened. How can they ever understand the feeling... it’s not as if it has happened to any of them”, Jihyun started to tear up.

“Do you want to hear it? If not, what do you want me to do with the recording?”, Haejoong prodded.

Jihyun thought for a while and said, “Nothing... delete it.”

“You want me to delete it? Jihyun, I can’t-”, Haejoong started to resist.

“I have known Taehyung for years! I've liked him for half that time! What do you want me to say?!”, Jihyun was agitated suddenly. Haejoong just stared at her in shock. But in a matter of seconds, she managed to catch herself again, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have shouted at you. I just want it to be over, Haejoong...”.

“Do you still like him... Kim Taehyung? Even after all he did to you?”, Haejoong questioned her, his heart never felt heavier than it is now.

“Have you ever had such a person? Even if they hurt you a lot, and they do all sorts of bad things, you feel like you can’t leave them? Maybe one day he will see that I was the one sticking by his side through it all... maybe then, I stand a chance. If only...”, Jihyun suddenly stopped, and shook her head.

“If only what?”, Haejoong pressed on.

“Nothing... I shouldn’t be thinking such things”, Jihyun became tight-lipped.

“If only Y/N never came into the picture?", Haejoong completed her statement.

The shock in her eyes were evident.

---

Water was dripping from your hair all over the floor. You undid the bath towel wrapped around your body and flung it over your head, squeezing the moisture from your troublesome hair.

You walked along the window towards where you had left your clothes hanging off the chair in your dorm. The windows were shut tight and you had drawn the worn-out curtains. Despite all that, your ears perked up when you heard a queer buzzing sound outside your window. You quickly threw on your sweater and slowly peeled open the curtains.

A dark figure was hovering outside the window, you squinted at it and thanks to the light emitting from the other units you realised that it was a drone pointed right at your window. Right as you identified the foreign object, it started to fly away from you.

You turned and scanned your room quickly, dashing towards your handphone.

---

The drone zips through the night sky and to a secluded field not far from the school hostels. Donning a black hoodie, Haejoong looks up at the drone while controlling it with the remote in his hands. As the drone lowers itself, Haejoong spots the silhouette of another object behind it.

“What’s that?”, he mumbles to himself, furrowing his brows.

The object came closer towards him and his heart almost stops when he realises it is another drone which had been following his! He quickly lowers his head, trying to hide from it, running to pick up his own drone from where it had landed on the brown lawn.

The sound was soft, a bit mushy, but he could definitely make out the footsteps approaching from behind him.

Haejoong stops in his crouched down position. In a split second, he picked up his drone and started sprinting towards the buildings. Just as he was approaching the edge of the grass field, Taehyung dashes out of nowhere and tackles him to the ground.

The two men were struggling in each other’s holds, Haejoong desperately trying to break free and Taehyung refusing to let go. Haejoong’s drone was crushed between their tangled bodies and in the midst of the tussle, one of the blades on the drone slices across Taehyung’s collar bone.

Eventually, Haejoong managed to pin Taehyung to the ground and was fiercely shaking off Taehyung’s grasp on his ankles when a second person jumps on him, causing him to fall over. This time the man was much larger than his size and he twisted Haejoong’s arms behind his back, shouting into Haejoong’s ears, “Stop it! You are under suspicions of stalking and sexual harassment. You are required to- cooperate- with our investigations!”, the policeman huffs while working to hold Haejoong down.

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You burst through the doors of the police station. Ms. Helen was sitting next to Haejoong and you had the urge to just grab him by the collars and demand all the explanation you deserve but that was not top priority at the moment.

“Where’s Taehyung?”, was all that you spouted, “Is he at the hospital? Which hospital?”

“Y/N, I’m here, behind you”, Taehyung shuddered in embarrassment of you making a fuss in the police station.

“Oh my gosh!”, you exclaimed when you saw his white knitted sweater covered in blood stains. You ran towards him, with fear and worry written all over your face. Seeing your reaction, Taehyung quickly revealed the bandage on his collar bone, “I’m ok I’m ok, it’s just a minor cut, they already fixed me up here.”

That assured you not to worry about him but the fury did not die down and you immediately turned to lunge yourself at Haejoong. Helen threw herself between you and your nemesis, throwing her arms up to prevent you from exacerbating the situation.

“Y/N, that’s enough!”, she chided and luckily Taehyung ran over to drag you away.

No matter how much the police questioned him, Haejoong remained silent and denied everything.

“Mr. Im, the implications here are pretty obvious, wouldn’t you agree? We set up a net to catch the fish. If you aren’t the fish, why did you fall into the net?”, the inspector was pretty patient.

“If you go around setting random nets, you are bound to catch things that are not fishes”, Haejoong replied defiantly, his words still sparse.

“Well it was a pretty specific net, after all we used the victim as the bait to set it up...”, the inspector casually commented.

Haejoong scoffed, “the victim?”, he turned to glance at you, and Taehyung’s feathers were vehemently ruffled again. “Are you sure this alleged victim knows enough to help you set up a net? You have got the wrong person, officer... she’s just trying to-”

“Oh no no, she’s not the victim I’m talking about”, the policeman cut Haejoong off.

Silence ensued as Haejoong processes the assertion. Then who is this ‘victim’ they speak of?

The door opens again, wind howling as it did.

“Ah Ms. Kim, sorry to make you come all the way, this late at night”, the inspector greeted.

You always felt that there was a kind of eeriness to the silence that came abruptly after a loud sound. That moment an explosion subsides, that sound which is quieter than silence itself.

This was that moment.

“A sound of something breaking A sound full of unfamiliarity”

He always had the same disposition. It always felt familiar. But that was just a mask he wore. Now you see it, the truth of him, the unfamiliar reflection of his soul. As he looked at Jihyun entering the dusty room, it was alive in his eyes. The vengeance that he hold, the indignation that he suffer and most importantly, the hurt that he never once imagined she would bring to him.

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crocusflowersandchocolates · 4 years

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R1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

Yes, ma’am!

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

I did, actually. We’re friends :3

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

Not even my own loool

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

YES! I have issues and I cannot lie.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

Does internet count?

6. What are you excited for?

To get my diploma to be an official nail technician!

7. What happened tonight?

Mystic Messenger Happened!

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

Why is it the question about “girls” in particular? How is it any different from boys getting wasted or any other gender?

9. Is confidence cute?

If it’s not forced, yes.

10. What is the last beverage you had?

Water.

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

All my jeans are skinny jeans. It’s the kind I like the most.

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

I hope I’ll be reading one of the books I got for my birthday or finaly watching Kaguya-sama- Love is war. with my fiancée.

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

Bus.

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

No, she’s my mom.

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

I sure hope I do, or I’ll be in a lot of trouble.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

My fiancée.

18. The last time you felt broken?

Yesterday...

19. Have you had sex today?

HAHAHAHAHAHAH No.

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

Maybe my psychologist is right afterall.

21. Are you in a good mood?

Yes, but no.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

First I’d have to learn how to swim.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

Gods, I wish they were but no.

24. What do you want right this second?

Again, fiancée.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

It would be ok if they told me before. Otherwise i’d get really pissed.

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

Half of it lol

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

Well I don’t actually see myself dating anyone else... But no, I don’t think I could date someone who didn’t make me laugh.

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

Probably some video on youtube.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

Yup.

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

Not everyone. Then again, how do you know if the person deserves it? Might as well give them the second chance and just observe. People may surprise us.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

No, I love him.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

I sure hope he does, I make that very clear everyday.

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

I’m the kind of person who never drinks soda until they have a glass just because and then gets addicted. So I rather not have soda.

34. Listening to?

Videos from Cut on youtube.#keepit100

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

No. I do, however, draw a lot XD

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

I mean if you talk about a romantic kiss the person ain’t nowhere.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I’ve lived it.

38. Who did you last call?

Mom.

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

Probably someone from gym class when I was 17.

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

Because I had just got home.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

When I was 17 and on the worst vacation of my life. The cupcake was very good, though.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

Yes.

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

Is it really a crush, if you don’t embarrass yourself in front of them?

44. Do you tan in the nude?

What tan? I don’t do tan. I’d burn to death.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

Lol wtf

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

Almost but no.

47. Who was the last person to call you?

-my mom

48. Do you sing in the shower?

Always. Singing is my life even though I sing so badly lol

49. Do you dance in the car?

No. Too busy getting sick.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

I used to be good at that thing!

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Around two years ago because I needed the pictures for my university card.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

No, I love musicals!

53. Is Christmas stressful?

Yup.

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

No, but I did search and they look delicious.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

I only tolerate apple pie and it has to be warm. I don’t really like fruit pie much.

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

A surgeon and a detective.

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

I don’t know.

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

A lot.

59. Take a vitamin daily?

I used to take Vitamin D but I never bought a refill because I’m an idiot.

60. Wear slippers?

No. I only wear crocs or flip flops at home.

61. Wear a bath robe?

Nope.

62. What do you wear to bed?

Depends on the humor but mostly a baggy shirt and sweatpants or pajama shorts.

63. First concert?

Never went to one.

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

Not American.

65. Nike or Adidas?

I only wear Vans or Converse lol

66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

Cheetos.

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Peanuts.

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

Suddenly forgot all of her songs.

69. Ever take dance lessons?

I did!

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

He wants to be a teacher. I hope he can fulfill his dream.

71. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes.

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

Never went to one but I’m pretty good at spelling.

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

Many times.

74. What is your favorite book?

There’s just too many.

75. Do you study better with or without music?

With music but I can’t know the lyrics or else I’ll sing and won’t study.

76. Regularly burn incense?

No, I’m allergic.

77. Ever been in love?

I am

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

My chemical Romance T.T

79. What was the last concert you saw?

None

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

Cold tea. I can’t stand being burned while I try to enjoy my tea.

81. Tea or coffee?

Tea.

82. Favorite type of cookie?

Those butter cookies with the red jam in the middle or whatever.

83. Can you swim well?

No, I’m actually kind of afraid of the sea.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Yeah.

85. Are you patient?

NO!

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

DJ.

87. Ever won a contest?

Yup. Poetry one!

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

I’m poor. And I don’t think what I don’t like about myself could be arranged with a surgery.

89. Which are better black or green olives?

Green. I like them both, but green!

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

What kind of... That’s just stupid. Not everyone wants to get married.

91. Best room for a fireplace?

- living room. Other places are just alien for me.

92. Do you want to get married?

YES!

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foxyotomelady · 5 years

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Another love, Chapter V (JuminxReader)

Author’s notes:

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I know you've all been waiting for it.

Be aware of: strong language, slightly angst, my poor grammar, and yes yes yes, yandere Jumin ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Jumin informed the security chief about Elizabeth's disappearance and now some of the security guards were looking for her all over the building. He also called to Jaehee asked her to contact the media - information about the award for finding Elizabeth was to appear immediately.

You were sitting silently on the sofa, embracing your knees with your arms and feeling like an idiot. Jumin looked at you, he had such a strange expression... Empty and at the same time full of relief? Slowly and without a word, he sat next to you. "It's my fault," You said unemotionally. "She had to escape when you threw Yuwoon out the door, she had to be scared by this whole show." "It's nobody's fault," Jumin said calmly. "Actually, I'm glad she escaped."

Extremely surprised, you took a look at his composed face, "Why?"

Jumin caught his breath, "Her presence reminded me of what happened to V and Rika all the time. She reminded me of my biggest mistakes. You see, I got her from Rika, and it was V who gave her a name... For a long time, I thought that she could see and understand all my strangling threads... But for several reasons, I understood that it was not true. That I only came up with it to deal with my loneliness. Similarly, I once thought about Rika. I thought she understood me. But it also turned out to be a lie. She hid her true face, manipulated V, Yoosung and me. "Did you... have feelings for Rika?" You asked and your heart jumped. Did you feel jealous? It was so strange. "I'm not sure, I never even made an effort to think about it, maybe because she was with V anyway. Or maybe because I was already subconsciously aware that something was wrong with her. Maybe, whatever I felt for her it was also a delusion. It is completely different with you. Unlike Rika, you are honest and straightforward. I feel that you truly understand me. And even though I knew you were with Yuwoon... "Jumin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and covering his eyes with his hand. You touched his arm, didn't dare to do more, didn’t want to make a mistake again. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, I told myself that I just wanted to be a friend, which was another lie of course. When you first mentioned Yuwoon, I felt uneasy, I didn't understand why. But now I think I already felt something for you back then. You started to rule over my heart just a few days after you become a part of RFA." "I... I'm sorry, Jumin, I didn't notice, I think Saeran was right, I am dense." He raised his head and looked at you, his eyes sharp, "He says such things about you? Let me talk to him and he'll immediately stop." You didn’t stop the quiet "aww" that escaped your mouth and didn't refrain from kissing Jumin on his forehead, "You're charming, but I can deal with him myself." Jumin, still serious, looked straight into your eyes, "I must confess to you about something, it's selfish, but when you told me that Yuwoon cheated on you, I felt happy. Of course, I didn't like your suffering, but it struck me that after that, I finally have at least a chance..." "Jumin..."

"Every time you talked about him, I felt a rage stronger than ever before."

"I didn't know... You always wished us happiness, when I told everyone that Yuwoon and I were together, you were the first to congratulate us."

"Because I really cared about your happiness... But I couldn't bear that you want to achieve it with him... In fact, when you declared that you're together, I felt that my world is collapsing." God... You felt so stupid. How long did it last? How long did he suffer because of you? Were you really too blind to notice? Or was Jumin so good at pretending? "I have no idea what to say..." "You don’t have to say anything, you never owed me anything, I still have no right to demand anything from you... I must apologize again for locking you up here that day. It was a desire stronger than me. " "I forgive you, but give me some time, Jumin, I have to sort out my own feelings."

The next day

[Y/N has entered the chat room]

You: You are here, guys!

You: Have you heard what happened?

707:

707: My poor Elly ~

707: How did she escape ?!

Yoosung: T-T

Yoosung: I feel sorry for Jumin

Yoosung: he must be woried T-T

707: Zen

707: Aren't u going to say something?

707: Aren't u worry about our sweet lady?!

707:

Zen: first of all, it's not a lady

Zen: second, I'm silent because I don't want to talk about this cat, but I'm also a bit worried

Zen: this jerk must be out of his mind rn

You: I feel responsible for it...

Yoosung: Why?

You: Yuwoon came to Jumin's apartment yesterday

Yoosung:

707:

Zen:

You: We had a fight

You: There was a lot of chaos

You: she had to escape then...

You: I have to do something!

You: I have spoken to Jaehee, she prepared flyers with a photo of Elizabeth

You: I already have a full package of them here with me

You: Do you want to help me with spreading them?

707:

707: I’d like to help

707: but I have to work

707: I have so much work

707: T.T

Yoosung: sorry T-T

Yoosung: I failed my lastest exam

Yoosung:

Yoosung: so I must study

Yoosung: until holidays are over

You: .…

You: Zen?

Zen: ..…

You: You're my last hope T-T

You: pretty pleeeaaaaseeee ^^

Zen: sigh... I can't refuse when you ask so nicely

Zen: I'll overcome my allergy for you!

Zen:

You: thank you!

Jumin's POV

There has not been any information about Elizabeth so far. He should be worried. He should be panicking. But he was calm. So what if she disappeared? He was not alone anymore... No, no, no... He should not think like that. Y/N still did not promise him any kind of relationship. And Elizabeth was just a cat who still needed his care.

He straightened up in his chair and pushed aside the report he was reading. God, it was so hard to concentrate on work. Y/N promised that she would not leave him, that he could trust her. But he still felt anxious when she was not near him when she was not under his control.

I have to trust her, He kept thinking in his head. Only so we can build a healthy relationship... Maybe I should talk to her for a moment. Maybe then I will calm down.

He decided to look for her at the messenger. Now, when she had holidays and didn't have to study, she often logged in.

[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]

Jumin Han: Y/N? Are you here?

Jaehee Kang: Sir, you know you can see who is logged in?

Jumin Han: I keep forgetting that

Jaehee Kang:

Jumin Han: so she's not here

Jumin Han: then I have no reason to be here as well

Jumin Han: By the way, are you slacking off, Assistant Kang?

Jaehee Kang: .... ;;;;

Jaehee Kang: NO.

[707 has entered the chat room]

707: lololololol

707:

707: have you seen this?

Jaehee Kang: ?

Jumin Han: see what?

Seven inserted a link heading to an article. Jumin opened it with little interest, expecting something stupid. But then pain squeezed his heart as soon as he saw two pictures and a big caption.

BREAKING NEWS! Well-known actor Hyun Ryu has an affair?! Who is the girl he's dating?!

The photos under the caption were something that he never wanted to see.

She.

With him.

With Zen.

In one picture they were sitting at a table, facing each other. Zen had his hands clasped under his chin and he was smiling flirtatiously at Y/N. In the second picture, Zen was embracing her tightly, and she barely restrained her smile. Both photos were apparently taken from hiding - probably by some clever paparazzi.

707: lolololol

Jaehee Kang: It isn’t funny, Seven.

Jaehee Kang: and it's certainly a misunderstanding.

707: Brother was right

707: Zen is so into her

Jaehee Kang:

He had to trust her.

It was a misunderstanding.

She betrayed my trust.

Jaehee Kang: I'm worried, it can affect Zen's image badly

Jaehee Kang:

It must have been a misunderstanding.

She promised.

She wants to leave me.

707: lolololol

707: You're a true fan Jaehee

He had to trust her.

She’ll leave me.

707: Juju, why so silent?

Jumin Han: Assistant Kang.

Jumin Han: Come here at once.

Jaehee Kang: Is something the matter?

Jumin Han: NOW.

[Jumin Han has left the chat room]

His hands were shaking with anger as he dialed the security chief's number. He tapped his fingers on the desk and clenched his eyelids, waiting for him to pick up the phone.

"Yes, Mr. Han?"

FINALLY.

"Inform Yoon that he can't let Ms. Y/N out of my apartment. Under any circumstances."

"Mr. Han, I'm sorry to tell you this, but Ms. Y/N has left your apartment some time ago."

"What?" His fingers tightened on the phone.

"Has something happened? Should we look for her?"

"No."

He hung up. His head throbbed. His lungs tightened in pain. He put down the phone in fear that he would crush it in his hand. And just as Jaehee entered his office, he slammed his fist down on the desk. His assistant froze in place, pale.

"S-Sir? What is happening?"

He rose from his desk more abruptly than he intended. He did not control himself, his movements, gestures, words, thoughts, "Assistant Kang, do you happen to know where Y/N is?"

"I-I spoken with her today, she wanted me to make flyers about Elizabeth’s missing for her."

Jumin felt that he would soon burst. But he did not feel hot. It was freezing in his guts. His voice was also icy. Nevertheless, his tie was stifling him. He loosened it, "And where did she go with these flyers?"

Jeahee looked at him terrified, "She didn't tell me to where exactly-"

"Assistant Kang," He saw that she was lying. She was so bad at it. "Where is Y/N?"

"Mr. Han, please tell me what is happening."

"Jeahee," Her eyes widened when he used her name, but his voice was not warm, just the opposite. "Tell me where she is or I will fire you."

Jaehee swallowed. Now her face was no longer pale. It was gray, maybe even green. She must have been sick with nerves.

"She was supposed to go to the cafe she likes to visit. I'll send exact coordinates to you in a moment, sir."

"Good," He took the phone from his desk and hurried to leave the office. "I'm leaving."

"But the meetings-"

"Cancel them all."

Your POV

Zen sneezed loudly, wiped his nose, and whined in anger. You chuckled, looking at his tormented face. He was really devoting himself now.

You have already distributed most of the flyers. Many people were passing by this cafe. Unfortunately, no one has seen Elizabeth. Now you've decided to take a break. You were both sitting on the bench in front of the building.

"Just don’t look at the photo, Zen," You suggested with amusement.

"I keep thinking about this stupid cat and you have her fur on your clothes - that's enough to make me sneeze," He complained and pushed the rest of the flyers as far away from him as possible, "What a terrible fate to be at the side of a beautiful woman in such state. You're missing the opportunity to admire my true beauty."

You rolled your eyes, "Do you ever stop flirting?"

"Huh?" Zen blinked, then made a sad face. "What do you think of me, that I flirt with everyone?"

"Exactly my point."

"Have you ever saw me flirt with Jaehee?"

"No, but I'm sure it's because you respect her as your faithful fan," You smiled under your breath.

"This is partly true, but most importantly, I only flirt with those who caught my eye."

You looked at Zen slowly, not sure if he was still kidding. You wanted to say something, but then, on the street in front of the cafe, a familiar limousine stopped. When you saw Jumin get off the car, not even waiting for the driver to open the door for him, you felt cold. Something was wrong.

"Jumin?" You got up from the bench and Zen immediately did the same.

"Why is this jerk here?" The white-haired man was not happy.

Jumin approached you two stiff and fast. His eyes... His gaze pierced you like a dagger. You've already seen this flash in his eyes some time ago. But not so intense. Something was definitely wrong.

"Ah, so you were here with him?" He asked in a vacant, strange voice.

Zen snorted, "You have a problem with that, dude?"

Jumin gave him a sharp look, "I wasn’t asking you."

"Jumin, we just-"

He did not let you finish - suddenly he grabbed you by the hand, squeezed hard, and you dropped all the flyers that you've been holding up to now. Passers-by were peeking at you three anxiously, whispering.

"We're going home," Jumin pulled you to himself abruptly.

"The hell, man!" It was Zen, nervous, furious. "Your apartment is not even her home yet! And what do you think you're doing, being so harsh to her?!"

Jumin tightened your hand even more. You felt that his fingers were shaking. He took one step toward Zen, and he must have a terrifying look now, for the white-haired man stepped back.

"Mind your own business, Zen," Jumin said in the coldest voice you ever heard from him.

Zen shook his head as if to wake up from the shock. He opened his mouth, but before he spoke, you cut him off, "That's okay, Zen. I'll be fine. Nothing bad is happening. I'll go with Jumin."

"Finally, a rational decision," Jumin did not look at you, he turned on his heel and pulled you toward the car. You looked at Zen once again, gesturing with your free hand, showing him not to intervene because you saw that he was barely holding back.

When you finally found yourself in the back of the limousine with Jumin, you felt your heart was hammering. You did not dare look at him, and he did not say a word.

Looking at your feet, you hardly made a sound, "Jum-"

"We'll talk when we're home."

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scenariosofkonoha · 5 years

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That Young Gaara post broke my heart into a thousand pieces and ground it into dust. I hate you and your wonderful writing. It’s so good it gave me a pain in my heart like my sweet boy had ((T.T； )

Oh no… no heart dust or heart pain. Umm…. Oh! I can fix this! Uh…here is a special from the Little Lace secret notebook! It’s little but I really hope that it heals what I broke! ~Admin Little Lace

PS. (I’m really glad you like the HCs *blushes*)

He hadn’t meant to pop the ball. He hadn’t meant to scare the others away. All he wanted to do was play. All of them had look like they were having so much fun. He wanted to have fun too. He wanted to laugh and play. So when the ball had gotten wedged high up on the building he saw his chance.

Using his sand he had easily gotten it from where it had been and brought it down to their diminutive reach. With a smile his sand gently held out the ball to one of the boys. The little red head took in a deep breath before repeating the words he had been practicing.

“Can I play too?” They were simple words and even through his nervous trembling he had gotten them perfectly. The response they received was less then perfect. They backed away from him, eyes wide, filled with fear as they shook their heads.

“N…n-no, it’s okay we’re…we are done,” one of them stuttered before bolting. All of their friends in tow, the littlest one crying, “Monster!” as they rain.

“Monster?” he repeated to their retreating forms. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the word, he knew what it mean. Probably better then most. But he wasn’t a monster…was he? At the thought, the ball popped, frightening both him and the stragglers of the group. As the last child ran out of his sight the boy’s shoulder’s sagged. “Come back,” he begged quietly, pulling his bear closer to his chest as the sand dropped the flattened ball.

“Gaara?” a voice called from behind him. He spun coming face to face with someone familiar. Well just on this side of familiar, but something wasn’t quite right.

“You?” he said wiping the stray tears away with his sleeve. “Do I know you?” the child laughed shaking their head.

“You’re silly, come one,” the child smiled taking his hand. “Everyone is waiting.” The shock of someone touching him was enough to enable his companion to move him.

“Who’s waiting?” this question much like the last was met with a laugh and a shake of their head. Looking back at him with those large bright eyes, he received a small smile.

“Everyone, duh!” They repeated, “Remember? You said you’d play with us.” His continued look of shock brought a pout to their face. “You forgot didn’t you?”

Gaara was sure that he would have remembered someone wanting to play with him. But sure enough, they were winding through the back alleys leading him to one of the open courtyards. “I found him!” they called to the group. All of them turned showing him familiar faces with happy expressions.

“About time!” the rambunctious blond yelled, a smile that could be seen from space beaming at him. “We were getting worried.”

“I wasn’t worried,” his brother grumbled playfully, as he sat on the ledge of a wall.

“That is not true,” a bushy-browed boy commented. “In fact he had them go find you.” The group laughed at the middle sand sibling.

“Looks like you’re caught Kankuro,” his sister throwing a can at him. He caught it only to set him off balance. On it’s own will, his sand went and caught him. Safely setting him on the ground.

“Whoa!” the green clad boy spoke in awe, “Gaara that was amazing!”

“You’re lucky he was here,” his companion, still holding his hand, spoke.

“Yeah, yeah,” the older brother brushed off, “you’re happy he’s here cause you like him.” Their face turned nine shades of red as they looked away.

“No I don’t! we are just friends!”

“Friends?” the word stopped him in his tracks. It felt foreign, strange of his tongue. He couldn’t think of a time that he had used the word. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t recall a time when it was directed at him Looking at all of the faces surrounding hims as the laughed at his companion’s expense the word echoed again. “Friends,”

“Hey Gaara, you okay?” the whisker-marked kid asked.

“We are friends?” he asked his voice cracking a bit. The group of children gave him a strange look before breaking out into more laughter. The little bubble of hope was about to burst before the boy spoke again.

“Duh!”

“Yes, we are the best of friends,” excitedly declared the dark haired boy.

“You must be sick or something,” his sister ruffled his hair. At the confirmation tears welled in his eyes. That dark lonely feeling in his chest lightened. It didn’t feel like a pit in his chest. He felt warm and so light.

“Gaara~” the voice of his companion whispered in his ear. He turned to them but they looked different, more familiar, older. “Gaara!”

Gaara’s eyes lazed opened as they came into focus, his office coming into view. Right, his office. He was working one…well quite a few things. His desk was covered almost corner to corner with stacks and stacks of different papers. The left was covered with something completely different. Legs, and a familiar set at that.

“Well hello sleeping beauty.” The voice came again. He followed the legs to see a familiar ANBU shinobi. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sleep.” His sea foam eyes met with the large bright ones. He could feel his heart beat a little faster as their eyes met. That strange light feeling swelling in his chest. The sensation only growing as the gave a sweet smile.

“I was thinking, his voice graveled with sleep. He brushed sleep out of his age while the ANBU rose a brow.

“Sure…” they said skeptically. “Well then not so sleepy head, it’s time to go, Everyone is waiting” An odd sense of deja vu swept through him.

“Who’s waiting?” he asked, the whole scenario feeling rehearsed.

“Everyone,” a silent ‘Duh,’ had added itself to the end of their phrase. “Lady Temari worked hard to make sure everyone could attend and you agreed to go.” The shinobi slid off of his desk, standing to full height. Their child like version still tickling the edges of his memory. “ you forgot didn’t you?”

“I didn’t forget,” he blinked tearing his eyes away from them to the papers in front of him. He hadn’t forgotten. Earlier, he had come to his office to get some work done, the pile in front of him only half way finished. At some point one of his blinks lasted a little too long.

“You two are going to be late,” Kankuro spoke from the the door way. His attire better suited for dinner than the other two.

“She told me to fetch Gaara,”

“I also said to be dressed for dinner,” Temari chided, stepping into the room. “Which neither of you are,”she ended on a sigh.

“Gaara was asleep,” before he could intercept the nin corrected, “sorry ‘thinking’.”

“Well think while, you’re changing,” she instructed. “Matsuri and Yuukata are on the way,” the nin by his side made their way toward the door.

“Naruto and Lee are already there,” They informed approaching Kankuro.

“Ooooh, someone is excited to see him,” the face painted one teased, don’t let Gaara hear.”

“Oh that’s gross, Naruto is married,” they whined as his brother guided them out the door.

“Who said anything about Naruto?” he smirked as the made it out to the hall.

“Training is not my idea of date,” they grumbled turning for a final wave. “See you there, Gaara.’ The man gave a customary wave in return, a small confused smile at the two ninja’s interactions.

“Are you feeling okay?” Temari asked. “You are a bit flushed,” her knowing smirk causing her brother to break his eyes away from the spot where his companion once stood.

“I’m fine,” he said standing from his chair, anything to get away from his sister’s scrutinizing gaze.

“Well you better hurry, our friends are waiting.” His sister smiled to him as she made her way out of the room.

Friends. There was that word again. The word once cause so much pain and loneliness filled him with that lighter than air feeling. It no longer hurt but made him smile. His eyes drifting over to the wall of his office. Over the years it had been filled with photos. Each frame hosted a captured memory, every participant all smiles as the camera flashed. Naruto and himself on the day he’d been declared Hokage. His siblings at Temari’s wedding. The day of his and Rock Lee’s rematch, both of them covered in bruises and scraps with neither coming out the victor. Pictures of his nephews and niece. (Both the one by blood and the two by friendship.) There was even one of (Name) when they had been promoted to Jonin.

Friends. Something Gaara thought he would never in his life achieve. The concept seemed so far from him, he never thought he would be able to say it. And now here he was, with memories and smiles…

And friends of his own.

#not really an ask #small one-shot #gaara one shot #Gaara #Sabaku No Gaara #naruto one-shot #no heart pains #Little Lace secret notebook #admin Little Lace #gaara imagine #naruto

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leefelixs · 6 years

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boyfriend lee felix • stray kids

genre: fluff

pairing: lee felix & you

word count: 1548 words

summary: dating felix and all the quirks/aspects of your relationship

notes: the eighth part of the boyfriend series with our second aussie, felix! (i got like 5 requests for him i hope you felix stans enjoy this please feast on this content haha)

being with felix is like a guarantee there will never be a dull moment, he’s so good at livening the area around him and any situation

he’s still a teenage boy too so there’s a lot of fun aspects of your relationship and lots of simple parts to it

there’s no rush or pressure for either of you, in fact there’s a certain point in your relationship where you get so comfortable with each other you could sit in silence for hours and he feels fine zoning off around you

felix himself is pretty laid back about the relationship because it’s not something new to him and he trusts himself to learn more about you to make it work (cause you know those fanaccs mention our boy has game)

also because you guys are actually together now, back in the day when he just had a crush he was so shy it was painful

loves playing video games with you (and he tries not to be competitive with you because duh he likes you but he does scream and thrash around a little)

whenever you stress out he’s there to give you a lil massage! at first you doubt his abilities but like it actually helps you and you’re like okay keep doing that actually

it’s no secret that he really loves swimming so he probably drags you along to the pool or beach with him when it’s not cold out

probably splashes you and shoots you with a water gun until you come in with him

“felix use that thing one more time i swear-”

“wait!” and he just shoots you right in the face “i can’t hear you, speak up!”

always has jokes to crack even if they’re terrible and embarrassing just because he thinks those are the best

always has a smile around you, even when he’s thinking it’s faintly there!

uh he’s kinda of a clutz it’s not anything too bad but when he starts wandering in his mind he’ll like accidentally run into you and he just rubs your head to make sure you’re okay

all his habits...become your habits (is it a gift or a curse?)

i didn’t want to have to mention this but we have to be accurate and lee felix dabs at least once every episode so here we go...yes he dabs

but you don’t even have the heart to make fun of him or make any sarcastic comments

and eventually it just becomes your habit too

whenever he wants your attention he is not afraid to be excessive to get it or be a little embarrassing

“hey excuse me. look at me. your boyfriend is calling you. hey. hey. hey. psst. over here.”

and you’re just like mmm hold up and felix is very impatient and starts dancing around you to get your attention

and he lands in front of you raising his eyebrows (he does this whenever he wants a kiss or he points at his lips or cheeks its..cute)

and you finally give in and smother him in little kisses and he’s all giddy

“felix...you promised i could do it today.”

“well yeah but to be fair i thought you would forget.”

“your freckles are serious business, how could i forget?”

“okay, i’ll let you but only because i like you. please don’t ruin my face or use a permanent marker.”

yes...he lets you play connect the dots with his freckles! he’s not sure why you’re so obsessed with them and he wishes you could have seen him when he still had more because you just draw all over them and poke at them

you think you have dirt on him? no way. he shows you all his pre debut pictures. he has no shame about them because he 100% trusts you and is comfortable with you and sometimes he even recreates them with you as a joke

he says vine references and you finish them

uhm maybe you’re not good at korean or you are, but nonetheless he comes to you for help and to keep him focused on learning

you’ve gotten so used to carrying a pen around to help him work on his pronunciation and you have little flashcards always and it warms his heart wow he is so lucky

will take things from you and hold them up low, high, behind him, move it around fast to fluster you and play around with you

“i need my phone back felix c’mon!”

“what a coincidence i need a new phone too.”

“just give me my phone!”

“i can exchange it for a kiss?”

and he was kidding but like you took it seriously (but you’re not gonna hold his throat like changbin) and he actually shrieks when you kiss him

spoils you just a liiitle too much... like he has no problem dropping lots of money for you on trinkets and stuff if it makes you happy

he really doesn’t care about having fancy dates unless you want to

actually your first date was him ordering chinese take out food and sitting with you on his couch, watching the avengers and both of you wearing sweatpants and hoodies

texts you with those little emoticons “^.^ “T.T” “^_^” and uses a ‘~’ at the end of most of his texts and its actually really endearing

conflict between you both would often stem from a lack of confidence from felix

he doesn’t think you would ever do something to harm him, but rather he doesn’t trust himself to be good enough to make you happy and makes distance between you both sometimes because of it

it’s always hard to fix it because he’s not willing to admit his lack of self confidence

but you guys work on it together! you make sure to shower him in compliments and put little sticky notes on his things about how much you like him and its so cute

and one night when you go back to your house you realize those sticky notes all over your things from him...

and after picking a bunch up from your furniture the last one on your mirror says ‘and most of all, i love you’

he’s really shy about it when you mention it and he’s like “me? i did that?”

“well i would hope so because i should probably change the lock to my house then.”

and he just smiles at the floor and shakes his head “nah, i did that. i love you but i didn’t have the guts to say it.”

makes little noises like his mosquito ones to bother you and make you think there’s actually a mosquito but it always backfires

“do you hear that?”

“hear what? i don’t hear anything babe. i think you’re imagining it.” and he starts again so you look around and smack the side of his face vEry softly (emphasis on very) and make the noise

“you just used my own trait against me what the heck?”

his bomber jackets are yours sorry he has no room to protest (not that he minds either)

calls you ‘dork’ affectionately and always puts his arm around you and squeezes your shoulder

you guys shove each other a lot playfully until one of you drags the other down with them and you guys land on the floor all tangled up and laughing while he flicks your forehead

“why are you so smiley felix?”

“because i was thinking about how stupidly lucky i am to have you.”

he has a spam instagram where it’s either pictures of some strange tumblr reminiscent meme or a picture of you off guard

and always captioning it cheesy stuff like ‘my baby is so cute!’ ‘look at this dork’ ‘i’m teaching them how to ‘ @ (y/n) stop being cute or i’m suing you’

instead of being cute and feeding each other you guys try to throw food at each other and see who can catch the most

“i was out today with seungmin and jisung, this reminded me of you.”

“how did an alarm clock remind you of me?”

“because you’re worth my time.” and he just winks right at you while you laugh and wheeze

even if his jokes aren’t funny or well thought out you still laugh...gotta hype him up you know!

you probably have to carry chap stick for him because the kid is always biting his lips and he’s like hey...this tastes like cherry wanna try and you’re like lol no

always giving each other high fives and right after he spins you around

he brings out a side of you that is a lot less concerned with image

you find yourself worried about what people think constantly but felix comes around and makes you feel beyond that, you don’t feel like you need to bring out your best to be with him and make him happy

he loves you for who you are and the heart you have

and the times he’s happiest is when he’s goofing off with you whether it’s both of you screaming about a movie, running and chasing each other around the house, teaching you something new like a sport, getting into little food fights, having the worst pictures of each other...all of it means a lot to him

#felix #tomorrow concludes my boyfriend series :(#if you guys have another series idea after this lemme know!! or requests for other members all i have in my inbox is felix stuff #lee felix #felix lee #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #scenarios #stray kids imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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elrieltinuviel · 7 years

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All the questions :)

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? Maybe a little shorter like 5′8″. 6′ is far to fall lol2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) MOTHERFUCKING DRAGONS or a Samoyed!!!!!!!3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? Comfortable. I wish I could wear nicer clothes, but I can’t (yet)4: What was your favorite video game growing up? *Smash voice* Super Smash Brothers Melee!!!!!!5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: Food, home, and honestly @dontmakemekickyourass and @ladyofthecampfires pretty equally6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? Warning: Boring AF7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]? clearly we didn’t read this through haha8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] Melancholic9: Are you ticklish? Hella :/10: Are you allergic to anything? pollen I think?11: What’s your sexuality? Asexual12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? Cocoa! :D13: Are you a cat or dog person? Yes14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Elf? I’m Tolkien trash haha15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? Dodie Clark maybe? I’m not sure16: How tall are you? Just about 6′17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? I already changed it twice haha. But this time I really think my name fits me. So I mean legally I’d change my name to Elriel :p18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] Way too much! I’m not sure anymore, dad doesn’t have a scale in the apartment. But I was like 262 when I left home, now I think I’ve lost weight?19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? Ye!20: Do you like space or the ocean more? Spaaaaace!!!!!21: Are you religious? Ehh, not really. I have my faith but I’m not into praying and such22: Pet peeves? I have a few, but I can’t think of any off the top of my head23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? I’m already pretty nocturnal, but I’d rather be diurnal. Makes life easier24: Favorite constellation? Big dipper. Back home I could always use it as a direction teller. And using it and another constellation (whose name I don’t recall) You can always find the North Star25: Favorite star? All of them?!?!?!?!?!26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? I don’t understand27: Any phobias or fears? Hella. Spiders, heights, small spaces, elevators, being alone forever...and more28: Do you think global warming is real? Yes????29: Do you believe in reincarnation? Not really30: Favorite movie? Lord of the Rings31: Do you get scared easily? I get NERVOUS easily... scared, depends32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? 3! I don’t remember one, I was an infant when he tried to kill me lol33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.] Good posts, not an asshole 9/1034: What is a color that calms you? ? No idea35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? Western Massachusetts. Or Canada! I like the cold. But I’d like to travel all sorts of places! I wanna visit my mom’s family in South Africa36: Where were you born? Central Massachusetts37: What is your eye color? Hazel. Usually brown, sometimes more green38: Introvert or extrovert? Introvert39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Sometimes40: Hugs or kisses? Yes.41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? A few people. @dontmakemekickyourass @almostthere-nevergiveup @ladyofthecampfires @imgonnathrowup @twistinyourveins 42: Who is someone you love deeply? My friends! I love alll of them!43: Any piercings you want? My ears, maybe the other side of my lip someday? Probably gonna have to get my left nipple redone T.T44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? Yeah! most of the time45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? Sadly, I used to smoke cigars. And I used to smoke weed but I honestly miss that. But it’s not legal here in Texas :/46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! SHHHHHH47: What is a sound you really hate? The lady upstairs walking around at 3:30 in the morning48: A sound you really love? storms49: Can you do a backflip? lol no50: Can you do the splits? I used to almost be able to, but no51: Favorite actor and/or actress? I don’t have one52: Favorite movie? Lord of the Rings movies53: How are you feeling right now? hungry54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? Something flamboyant! Or something! I don’t know! 55: When did you feel happiest? Its been a long time.56: Something that calms you down? Cuddles and gr9 food57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] Ye. Depression, anxiety, ADD, ADHD, and I don’t think this counts but I may or may not be some hella weak form of autistic? Idk though58: What does your URL mean? I was hella into DW and I’m always hella into Tolkien. So a Timelord in Valinor59: What three words describe you the most? Hungry, tired, kind.60: Do you believe in evolution? Ye61: What makes you unfollow a blog? Racism, posts that I find annoying over a long period of time, I once unfollowed someone for reblogging my shit all day every day for a week. My phone was just blowing up constantly. I think I actually blocked her?62: What makes you follow a blog? Depends. Food blogs with recipes that seem interesting, my aesthetic, good shitposts, I followed @dontmakemekickyourass because I thought they were cute and they’re ace like me. Now they’re my best friend63: Favorite kind of person: Good. Kind. Understanding. An asshole but not in a bad way64: Favorite animal(s): Dogs! :D and cats! and sneks! and a bunch of things!65: Name three of your favorite blogs. @dontmakemekickyourass @polyhedralprincess @ladyofthecampfires66: Favorite emoticon: I can’t do this on my computer, I’ll do it on my phone after67: Favorite meme: I don’t know68: What is your MBTI personality type? ISFJ69: What is your star sign? Libra70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? I don’t have one :(((((((((71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? Comfy ones. Jeans and a shirt that doesn’t stick to my belly72: Post a selfie or two? Nope. I haven’t showered today.73: Do you have platform shoes? Nope74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I’m trying to learn Sindarin Elvish75: Can you do a front flip? nope76: Do you like birds? Sometimes. Depends on the bird. (Not geese)77: Do you like to swim? Sometimes. It’s been a while78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Swimming, I’ve forgotten how to ice skate lol79: Something you wish didn’t exist: Donald Trump80: Something you wish did exist: Dragons81: Piercings you have? My lip and my nips82: Something you really enjoy doing: cooking!83: Favorite person to talk to: @ladyofthecampfires84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? “This is stupid”85: How many followers do you have? 21586: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? HAH maybe?87: Do your socks always match? They aren’t matching right now, but usually yes88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? Nope. I’ve never been able to.89: What are your birthstones? Opal and tourmaline90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? A FUCKING DRAGON91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? A potato flower?92: A store you hate? Hollister93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? 1 and then I get heartburn immediately94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Fly95: Do you like to wear camo? NO96: Winter or summer? Winter!97: How long can you hold your breath for? Only a few seconds now98: Least favorite person? Donald Trump99: Someone you look up to: People taller than me100: A store you love? Elite Ideas Trading101: Favorite type of shoes Comfy shoes. Hiking boots maybe102: Where do you live? Texas :/103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? Nope104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Sapphire. Not sure why105: Do you drink milk? No106: Do you like bugs? Not usually, depends on the bug107: Do you like spiders? FUCK NO108: Something you get paranoid about? spiders in the house?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!109: Can you draw: No :(110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? “So if you’re asexual, why bother getting a sex change?” Thanks Mom.111: A question you hate being asked? “So you’re like a plant, right?”112: Ever been bitten by a spider? Not that I can remember113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? Yes!114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Depends on the temperature115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: 116: Favorite cloud type: Fluffy ones!117: What color do you wish the sky was? I’ve never thought of this before118: Do you have freckles? No :/119: Favorite thing about a person: Their personality if they’re kind.120: Fruits or vegetables? Yes121: Something you want to do right now: Hike a mountain122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? Sky123: Sweet or sour foods? depends on the day/food124: Bright or dim lights? In the middle125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? I’m a magical creature, so yes126: Something you hate about Tumblr: TERFs127: Something you love about Tumblr: my lovely friends128: What do you think about the least? I don’t know, I don’t think about it much129: What would you want written on your tombstone? I don’t want a tombstone, I wanna be a tree when I die130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? Donald Trump131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? My love of food132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? usually133: Computer or TV? Computer134: Do you like roller coasters? nope135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? Motion sick, yeah :/ if I’m trying to read in the car136: Are your ears lobed or attached? detached137: Do you believe in karma? kinda138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? 5139: What nicknames do you have/have had? ET, El, Cash, ATM, and many more140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? I don’t recall141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? Ye142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? I try to be a good influence143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Both144: What makes you angry Hate that isn’t deserved145: How many languages do you speak fluently? 1 :/146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? Girls/NB’s147: Are you androgynous? nope148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: My eyes149: Favorite thing about your personality: I’m generally kind150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. Honestly any of my friends151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? I like medieval times, but I’d just wanna visit152: Do you like BuzzFeed? I guess153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] N/A154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? Not usually155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? Sometimes, if they’re okay with it156: What embarrasses you? Me157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: A great deal of things. Life158: Biggest lie you have ever told: I’m a straight, white man159: How many people are you following? 324160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? 39,015 on this one, 81 on @godsilovefood and 1,017 on @elriel-starprincess so 40,113161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? None162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? 781163: Last time you cried and why: 2 Weeks ago. I was homesick and it hit me all at once164: Do you have long or short hair? Short165: Longest your hair has ever been: Shoulder length. I miss that166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religion? Religion is fine, extremists aren’t167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? It’s interesting, yeah168: Do you like to wear makeup? Never have169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? Not anymore170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? yeah

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