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Will You Marry Me? – Jimin

Characters: Jimin X Reader
Rated: I for I swear it’s not as cheesy as it sounds. Only a little bit.
Summary: Four times she said no, and one time she said yes.

“Will you marry me?”

Jimin is twenty-one years old when he asks that question for the first time. It tastes of bad alcohol and too much cigarettes, the world is split in two though, he has a smile on his face, one that couldn’t be defined as anything else than idiotic. There’s a thin sheet of sweat covering his exposed chest, his chest is rising up and down as he watches her slipping off the bed, her exposed back facing him as she searched for, what Jimin could only assume, her panties forgotten somewhere on the floor.

“Shouldn’t you buy me coffee first?” That makes sense, he thinks, but all in all, that would be a waste of time. What’s the point in meeting around a cup of coffee when they could keep doing this for the rest of the year. She found it, her panties, and she slide them up his legs, Jimin can’t restrain himself as he lets his eyes travel her smooth skin that his fingertips touched not so long ago. He notices a red mark on the inside of her left thigh, and he swore he could still feel the taste of her flesh on his tongue. “Or at least know my name.”

Jimin hums, not too quietly but loud enough for her to hear him without having to form a proper answer. It’s a shame, he thinks as he watches her getting dressed, to cover such a beautiful body under layers of clothes that look more itching than one of the sweatshirts his grandmother knitted for him last winter. 

That was the rule when it comes to one night stands. The least you know about your partner, the less there is chances for what the things they call feelings. Not that she was the type to fall in love with the first man she crossed on the street, though she had her heart broken far too many times to not be cautious around them. Jimin didn’t mind. He was having his part of fun in this situation, and even though he doesn’t like to be considered as a womanizer, he wouldn’t deny that how many times he found himself with a different girl two nights in a row. Sometimes even three.

“That’s just details.” A breathy chuckle left her lips, nodding her head as if that was actually a very good point.

“I’ll have to ask my dad,” she replied, her eyes scanning around to find her shoes – she did not remember where they were, she was too busy to care earlier. Once more, Jimin hummed, though more quietly than before. He rolled on his side, his back pressing delicately on the soft mattress, at the exact same time she finally managed to put a hand on her heels. “He’s not all that nice.”

The tone of amusement made Jimin smile, as his eyes kept their gaze on her figure. She grabbed her purse, looked around to see if she didn’t forget anything, though she did not take the time to lay around her belongings. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around campus, yeah?” 

“Hopefully not.” That was one of her rules too, though she couldn’t tell if that was going to happen or not. It was one of the mischief of sleeping with a college student and face awkward meetings weeks after their hook-up. It’s even worse when you found out you slept with best-friends, or with two brothers (though, she would deny body and soul that that never happened before. “See you never, stranger.”   

And she was gone. The door closed behind her, leaving a dull sound of silence ringing in his ears. He found himself looking at the ceiling, his breath even now again. It was just a matter of time, before sleep came to rush over his body, enveloping him in a deep slumber until the dull light of dawn came to crash over his face. Never will he imagined that, he would see her again. For sure.

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the signs as abandoned places

ARIES Abandoned gas stations, beholders of tumbleweeds and roadside tales, filled with dead fuel yet frozen in time, eyes on the passengers with their hands and hair out the window, haunted by old desert songs and engines revving behind it.

TAURUS: Abandoned bars, stools turned over, a ripped flyer shouting BABES BABES BABES hanging off the bulletin board, a lost motorcycle tire, glass shattered, and the spirit of hell still living somewhere inside.

GEMINI Ghost towns, at the base of old mountains, houses with shutters like eyes and doors like mouths, swallowing stories whole, convenience stores still stocked with stale bread, cabins and headstones still peeking out from behind fairy wood brambles, nature stretching into steel, ready to come alive with a shift of the wind.

CANCER: Abandoned motels, empty pools filled with deflated flamingos, the sign out front screaming VACANCY forever, each room a different anthology of guest book tales, smashed television monitors and a love note ( or goodbye note ) caught up in the rust of the honeymoon suite.

LEO: Abandoned theaters, stages dented with the ghosts of performances past, torn scripts scattered across floorboards in a mess of Playbills and shattered eyeglasses, broken lights and tattered dress hems, mannequins poised at an eternal act one.

VIRGO Abandoned train stations, cars sprayed in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, drifters still starting fires in some of the shells, grass growing over old gears, ghost conductors with no destination, rails intersecting at odd angles like flowers and bones.

LIBRA Abandoned campgrounds, rattlesnakes and desert blues, dead hot and forgotten, a shelled-out RV and the dry lake where the kids used to play, swallowing up broken toys and flat tents, showers crawling with critters, vintage t-shirts printed with campground bears promising that it’s still “the happiest place on earth.”

SCORPIO Abandoned amusement parks, soggy coaster cars paused mid-ascension, cheap thrills and screams still stagnant in the air, ferris wheels trembling in the wind, clown faces distorted and torn down the middle, a mascot head smiling out from the overgrowth.

SAGITTARIUS Abandoned renaissance fairs, an acre out of time, fake pirate ships swinging, fairy wings trying to fly, dead flower crowns tangled with bright ribbons and peasant blouses shed by the lake, empty squares and old stage buildings, Arthur’s sword caught at the entry, still waiting to be pulled.

CAPRICORN Abandoned toy stores, broken pinball machines, ghost clowns, and popped balloons, playing cards stuck to the floor, a crooked house of childhood horrors, teddy bears bleeding stuffing, and a funhouse mirror distorting the distorted. 

AQUARIUS: Abandoned piers, driftwood split down the middle, coastline the last alive thing, neon lights still calling Gatsby home from the horizon, but promising only the ghosts of mermaids washed ashore, tires and bottles filled with sand, dead trees spouting from old rocks, branches a wind chime of ripped dresses, forks, and seashells on strings.

PISCES: Abandoned waterparks, slides overlooking entire old cities, perfect for climbing, hoses and pools now scrawled over and used as skateboard ramps, kids climbing over the old towers and ladders in their bathing suits when it rains, pure want as their tickets in, yelling, “We’re still here, we’re still here, we’re still here!”


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This makes me laugh everytime

if boys will be boys,
then girls must be wolves.

if they are down by the reservoir,
killing each other with toy guns,
we must be one thousand ophelias
floating upriver like the dead come alive.

the undercurrent of the man’s tale,
knife in hand looking for hamlet, shouting,
i would rather be a fish without a bicycle
than a book without a spine.

if they are in the locker room, then we must descend
from the posters with our claws out and teeth sharp,
curl out from under their tongues and cut them off,
unbend from under their feet, 

take back our skin,
take back the streets.

if boys will be boys,
these girls won’t be sweet.

—  it was just locker room talk // naiche lizzette