[Article] BTS Is Back! The K-Pop Kings Talk Their New Album and Ever-Evolving Style
Just ahead of the release, the members sat down for an exclusive interview with Vogue to break down their new look and evolving personal style. Despite a long day of filming and dance rehearsals, they were in good spirits, laughing and chattering happily. “Let’s go!” J-Hope said. Here, we do.
Q.Tell us about the new visual concept for this album. What kind of style did you pick to express it?
Suga: It’s about boys falling in love. There are four versions of love, and we shot four different photos to show them. Though each one is different, the same feeling of love comes through in every shot. There’s a sense of playfulness, of friends hanging out comfortably at home in their free time, and that kind of fluttering feeling. Visually, we cover a lot of ground.
The lyrics and the music themselves are about finding your fate. In this album, we cover a wide range of songs: There are high-energy ones, very hip-hop ones. It’s quite diverse. To match it, the style covers a range of colorful, sporty, leisure, and boyish clothes. They go well together: powerful music, colorful clothes.
J-Hope: It’s very colorful and sporty, overall. I think there’s a slightly retro feel, too. Among the seven members, I think we each kind of bring out our hidden boyishness through our clothes.
Suga: It’s totally different. When we did You Never Walk Alone, we wore a lot of casual clothes. This time, it’s a lot flashier. Super colorful, yet more high-end and comfortable at the same time. More of that comforting feeling.
J-Hope: Right, this time we wanted to show more of that boyish style.
Q. How would you describe BTS’s style in general, looking back across your work?
Rapmon: Just style.
Jimin: Truthfully, we have a very energetic style, I would say.
Q. A lot has been said about the kind of individuality you hope to express as a band. Is that something that comes into play with your style, letting each member’s own persona come through?
Jimin: Of course; it’s important. With each new album, we do a lot of fittings. And each time we do those fittings, we talk a lot and always share our thoughts as we go. We put a lot of effort into looking for clothes that express ourselves and the feelings we want to express with each album’s concept. We want to show that, [but] without losing our individuality either.
V: I don’t think we have one signature. With each concept, we change it up completely and the styles have been so diverse. For “Boy in Luv,” we wore school uniforms. For “Blood, Sweat & Tears,” it was a range of suits and white shirts. As artists, we have to change our style to match each concept. We’re always changing, ever changing.
Q. Do you have a favorite piece you wore for this comeback?
Suga: I loved all the oversize shirts.
Jungkook: Me too. There’s a loose, navy chiffon shirt I wore with slacks that was particularly light and comfortable. I liked that a lot.
J-Hope: I liked wearing those basketball jerseys, and those ultra-colorful sweaters, too.
Rapmon: There was a really big windbreaker that I liked because it was so big.
V: I liked everything, but the accessories most of all. Particularly all the rings and earrings, I liked those the most.
Jimin: For me, it was the bright red shirt from “DNA.”
Q. Who do you think has changed the most since you debuted?
Suga: V has changed a lot, and Jimin changed a lot.
Rapmon: Jungkook, too.
Q. In what way?
Jimin: We’ve all gotten old.
J-Hope: Our maknae line [the youngest members] has changed a lot. They are the youngest and looked it when we debuted, but now, they look more grown-up.
Jin: Like Jimin. Overall, his face changed from cute to sexy.
Q. What do you want most for this comeback?
Suga: To make the Billboard Hot 100 is my dream.
J-Hope: Let’s get it! Dream!
Rapmon: I would like all the members to be healthy.
Suga: It’s the most important thing, really.
Jimin: I would like to be 3 centimeters taller.
V: For real. I want to have wide shoulders like Jin.
Jimin: Me too [laughs]. For real.
Suga: If everyone could be happy, I would be happy.
Jungkook: For me, I’d like to travel a lot. Anywhere would be great. And if I could learn to speak English and Japanese well, that would be great, too.
J-Hope: I also would like the members to be healthy and happy. And everyone else, all our fans.
Q. Any last words for your American fans?
J-Hope: Of course, American Army.
Suga: No matter what, our American Army is so big, and we are so very thankful to them. From now on, we want to put on even cooler performances, be cooler, be better, so look forward to it. Please, always look forward to it.
V: Thank you! We love American Army so much!
Q. Tell us about your personal style. What are you into lately?
V: In my case, I like to pick one piece that pops against everything else. I like flashy shirts, or I’ll wear a simple shirt with a fancy necktie. I also like vintage pieces, more standout ones. I’ll go to certain boutiques and look for clothes without labels. You can find a lot of nice unbranded shirts, and I wear those a lot.
Jimin: To be honest, I don’t think much about style, or “oh, this is my style,” that sort of thing. I follow my mood, which is so different day to day. Generally, I like a wide range of styles, but lately, I’ve been reaching for comfortable, simple things. Simple slacks and shirts.
Jungkook: Are you familiar with the term paealmot [fashion-know-nothing]? I don’t know anything about fashion. So for me, I reach for anything comfortable. I wear a lot of athleisure and workout clothes—sweatpants and sweatshirts—as I like to stay active.
Jin: I like to dress warmly, comfortably as I go around. Naturally I like easy fashion. My style is clean, polished, and gentle looking. Or you could say I prefer to wear big sweatshirts and hoodies.
J-Hope: I’m into streetwear, and more colorful looks. These days, bags have become more of a thing for me—these mini cross bags are so great.
Suga: These days I’m wearing a lot of Jordans, those sneakers. I’ve been wearing a lot of slippers, too, and comfortable clothes in general. I really like that kind of oversize fit.
Rap Monster: These days, I’m most into staying comfortable. I do have a lot of interest in Japanese brands, so I’ve been looking at cool Japanese hyungs [older brothers] and carefully studying their style. Brands like WTAPS, Visvim, I like a lot.
What is one item you can’t live without?
V: I like old-school, vintage-style glasses a lot. As for accessories, I really like them all.
Jimin: I like accessories a lot. Hats, caps, beanies, I like all of them. I also look for special standout earrings, rings, necklaces … I like to layer them on heavily.
Jungkook: I don’t like accessories all that much, except for hats. I like bucket hats and beanies a lot, and I sometimes wear rings or bracelets. I’m the kind of person that if I put it on once, I’ll leave it on forever.
Jin: I like silver accessories. I think they suit me well.
J-Hope: I like hats a lot—bucket hats, sun caps, beanies, and fitted caps. And like I said before, I like bags a lot. I like shoes that stand out, too. Lately, I’ve been wearing a lot of running shoes, the kind that look good with very wide pants.
Suga: I also love accessories, especially bracelets and rings. King rings, the really big ones. I’ll wear a lot of them at once.
Rap Monster: I like hats. As for a favorite … I like all of them, though? Really. I wear hats all the time.
How much interest do you have in fashion?
Jin: “How do I mix and match these things together … ” I tend to stand in front of the closet worrying like that.
Who is your style icon right now?
V: I don’t have a big role model at the moment, but later on, I would like to channel [actor] Ryoo Seung-bum [who is known for his unique style].
Jimin: I don’t have one exactly, but I like to look on the Internet for cool, well-dressed people and get inspired that way.
Jungkook: I am my own role model. I want to follow myself.
Jin: [Actor] Kang Dong Won. The clothes he wears, it’s the fit and style I like.
J-Hope: I like A$AP Rocky. How to put it … he dresses on-trend, but he also dresses for himself. He’s made his own style. It’s hip, but has a clean, polished kind of feel. That whole A$AP Mob style, I like.
Suga: Like Jungkook, I don’t really have one. I just look for what I like and what I feel comfortable wearing.
Rap Monster: Cool hyungs I look up to, even people I pass on the street in Seoul. People dress so well here, it’s easy to get inspired.
Summary: Richie and Eddie are both teenagers (roughly 16) and both of their family lives are getting worse, particularly Richie’s. One night Richie cant take it anymore and sneaks through Eddie’s window to stay the night.
Warning(s): Mentions of emotional and mental abuse, cussing, FLUFF/ANGST??? fuck i love reddie
A/N: Hello all! My main account is @edsrich and I wont be posting my imagines for IT here anymore is based around marvel- but I created this one here! And I livE AND BREATHE for Reddie. Yes, this takes place whilst the Losers Club are all in their teen years, frankly because I find it easier to write certain things that aren’t as cute and innocent (despite Richie & the other boys being fAR from iNNocent). I hope you enjoy! Feedback, positive and negative is appreciated!
Eddie laid in bed watching ‘Little Shop of Horrors’, whilst wearing a navy shirt and oversized sweats to keep him comfy. It was currently 9PM on a random Wednesday in the middle of Summer, today was a basic day; it involved hanging out with Bill and Richie for the day as Stan, Ben and Mike were busy.
Ever since the incident that happened back in 1989, some had became distant from the group more than others. Beverly moved away the day after the losers defeated Pennywise itself, whilst Stan slowly distanced himself and Mike seemed to be working a lot. Ben was just busy on this random day and couldn’t hang out with the other boys.
Eddie rumbles a grunt in the back of his throat, sitting up and adjusting his white pillowcases in a more comfortable position and he places his smaller frame back down onto his mattress and continues to watch ‘Little Shop of Horrors’.
Ripples of lightning sliced through the cloud smothered sky, alongside with the summer showers that poured down upon the town of Derry, which alone created a moody atmosphere for Eddie. Eddie flinched as the crackles from the rumbling thunder shocked him every now and then. Branches tapped against his window as the wind swirled them against the glass repeatedly, too startling the teen.
Suddenly, a large bang- much larger than the small twigs- impacted the glass of the window, causing Eddie to squeak.
The startled boy frantically looked to where the noise was, only to see large bulky glasses and brown curly hair. Richie.
Eddie, at first, thought he was seeing things- which caused him to raise his hands and wipe his eyes from the sleep that stuck in his inner corners, but to no avail- it was Richie, soaked for that matter.
Eddie stood up, walking over to his window and slowly and silently opened the window- careful not to wake his over protective mother, he quickly helped his best friend into his room with a soft grunt and no noise from Richie.
“Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?” Eddie whispered a bit, rain splatting his pale cheeks before quickly shutting the window before any more rain flew inside.
“It’s nice to see you too, Eds.” Richie mumbled, for once not making a snarky remark.
Eddie went over to his door, shutting it before looking over his shoulder. “Don’t call me Eds.”
The corner of Richie’s lips tugged up into his signature smirk at Eddie’s signature remark to his own, as he removed his thick rimmed glasses, attempting to wipe away the droplets that stuck to his lenses. He pushed his fingers inside of his wet shirt and rubbed the material against the glass, his attempts failing.
“Here, hold on.” Eddie sighed, walking up to the taller boy and taking the glasses away and using his own shirt to smear away the droplets, this time much more successfully.
Richie watched, his tongue poking his cheek with his thoughts all over the place- but continued to keep remotely silent unless he was spoken too.
Eddie finished cleaning his friends glasses, before holding them up and putting them on Richie’s face for him, a confused look remaining on his face as he watches Richie’s eyes grow larger due to the lenses that were suited for his eye sight.
“What happened, Richie? Why are you here- I-I mean, I’m not complaining but this is just fucking unusual.” Eddie rambled a bit, a voice crack slipping into his sentance
This caused Richie to smirk despite the emotions he currently was feeling, Eddie knew his background and what his family was like. He knew his Mother was an alcoholic and that his Father was just plain cruel to him for no apparent reason. Both parents had in fact told him this very night that they would’ve rather had a daughter than for him to even exist. Sure, his Mother was drunk; his Father was beyond stressed, but he was sober and agreed with every word that his Mother slurred.
Not to mention, ‘a drunken mans words is a sober mans thoughts’, even if his Mother wasn’t a man.
“It was them again, Eds.”
Eddie chose to ignore the nickname that he had a love-hate feeling for, instead becoming concerned, “Who?”
Richie sighed, “Mom and Dad, as fucking usual. I fucking hate them.” His cusses had a bite to them, the brown hairs of his eyebrows furrowing more and more.
Eddie quickly realised the situation, “Oh shit, alright- fuck, um, do you want some of my clothes to sleep in?”
Richie smiled genuinely, glad he had Eddie as his friend. “Yeah.”
Eddie nodded, turning and kneeling as he dug through his pyjama’s drawer, nervously shoving away the porno magazines that were messily tossed at the top of the pile. He as a teenage boy had his needs, but that wasn’t what he was embarrassed about showing or even Richie seeing- he was embarrassed incase Richie saw that his porn stash wasn’t full of lewd pictures of women, but of the opposite gender.
Richie looked around the familiar bedroom, seeing posters of movies that Eddie was fond of and even photographs of him in his childhood and with his friends, being Bill, Stan and himself with Eddie dangling on the end next to Richie.
Richie’s eyes then snapped to the cheap TV, smirking to himself. “Little Shop of Horrors? Really? This is what you come home to and watch for fun?”
Eddie frowned, without looking at Richie. “Little Shop of Horrors is in fact, one of the best movies of all time.”
“No, Eds, it’s one of your best movies that you like. Hell, it’s a damn musical.” Richie snickered.
“Actually, Richie, it’s labelled as a Science Fiction and Romance movie, which to me is quite entertaining.”
“But it’s funny because you’re watching a movie with ‘Horror’ in the title.”
“Now why is that funny?” Eddie spoke stubbornly, standing up and turning to look at his friend with a shirt and sweatpants in his arms.
“Because you cried in fear watching Jaws, Eds.”
Heat rose to Eddie’s cheeks, scoffing as he didn’t push the subject any more and dropped the clothes onto his bed.
“I’ll just turn around whilst you change, you can’t leave this room just incase my Mom comes in and see’s you.”
“Your Mom has already seen all of me, Eds.”
“That’s so not funny.” Eddie grumbled angrily, his nose lightly scrunching up at Richie’s words.
Richie rolled his eyes smugly, smirking towards his friend. “Whatever Eds, I’m sure you’ll be tempted to turn around.”
The heat flared even more on Eddie’s cheeks, his eyebrows furrowing and turning around. “Whatever, shut up and change.”
Richie stared at the small boys frame, his eyes wandering for a second as he began to strip and too turning away to look out the window. Awkward silence filled the air, the two boys hearts pounding profusely for each other, without the other knowing it yet.
Richie holds up the shirt once the sweat pants are slid on in front of his bare chest, tilting his head.
“Now, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”
Eddie turns around, again- his heart pounding in his throat and his blush spreading to his chest. “Put it on, asshole!”
“I don’t like sleeping in shirts dude, you know this.” Richie partly whined this comment, stomping his bare foot lightly against the creaking wood beneath him.
Eddie hesitated his words, “Fine, but don’t be fucking creepy about it.”
Richie hummed in satisfaction, plotting his rear on the bed that belonged to his best friend, bouncing on it for a second. “Your bed is comfy.”
“Oh, thanks?” Eddie tilted his head in confusion before sighing and going to his VHS system, “Since you’re a huge hater on Little Shop of Horror’s, what do you want to watch?”
Richie stood up, walking behind the smaller boy with one hand on the upper side of his body and looking over his shoulder at the selection of VHS tapes to choose from, causing Eddie to stiffen up at first, only centre-meters were between Richie’s bare chest and Eddie’s back. “What do you have for me to choose from?”
“U-Uh, I got Star Wars, Dirty Dancing- um, Back to the Future, Batman-”
“Hold up, did you say Dirty Dancing?”
“Yes, I did. It is a beautiful romance musical about dirty dancing, what more could you want?” Eddie spoke with annoyed sarcasm, frowning, “Just because it’s in my collection, doesn’t mean I watch it dumbass.”
Richie grinned at Eddie’s temper flaring slightly, “Calm down, Eds. Its fine if you want to watch dirty dancing at 1AM, we all understand.” Richie teased, “How about we watch Batman?”
Eddie ignored Richie’s teases once again, before nodding and grapping the VHS tape that was labelled ‘Batman’, taking out Little Shop of Horrors and sliding in the new tape.
The rain poured down heavier and violently pitter pattered against the window, the cold air chilling the two boys equally.
“Nice weather we’re having, don’t you agree?”
“Fucking lovely.” Eddie retorted, chuckling a bit and responding with equal sarcasm.
The two eventually laid down side by side on the bed side by side with the lights off and Batman playing in front of them in low quality. Their arms grazed each other every now and then, as well as their legs too.
“I’m sorry about what happened with your parents.” Eddie whispered over the film’s sound.
Richie took his eyes away from the screen, looking down at his friend. “Don’t be, they’re assholes.”
“They are, but you don’t deserve that shit.”
“Yeah, neither do you though. Your Mom’s a bitch too.” Richie sighed this out, inching closer to Eddie.
“I know but, both of your parents… you know-”
“Hate me, yeah I get it.” Richie mumbled, “I’m not surprised, I’m a shit son. I’d hate me too.”
Eddie sits up lightly, frowning at Richie’s harsh words that were stabs at himself. “Not everyone hates you Richie.”
“I’m annoying, I put up this stupid act and I make unnecessary dick jokes all the time.”
“I don’t hate you…” Eddie trailed off, blushing a bit but hoping it was hidden by the dark room.
“It’s actually weird to hear someone say that to me, considering I get it all the time.” Richie chuckled dryly, sighing and tilting his head back. “Thankyou, Eds.”
Eddie didn’t even care in this moment that he was called ‘Eds’, but instead rested his head against Richie’s bare chest. Richie was at first startled with wide eyes, his cheeks becoming red instantly. But soon settled, his heart beating heavily and resting one arm around Eddie. His only hope was that Eddie couldn’t hear his heart.
Batman continued to play lowly in the background, but the boys only solely focused on each other and nothing else. Both becoming sleepy as the night carried on and it became later and later, both laying with each other like never before.
Eventually, Richie used his free arm to take his glasses away from his eyes and places them on the side table of Eddie’s bed quietly, yawning whilst Eddie snuggled a little closer sleepily, with lidded eyes.
“You know, Eds? I’m really fucking glad I have you in my life.” Richie whispers to a half asleep Eddie.
Eddie just about lets out a dazed smile with closed eyes, “I love you too, Richie.”
Richie’s cheeks steam up, his eyes widening a bit and he slowly shifts his eyes to the boys well kept head of hair, rubbing his fingers into his shoulder and pulling him closer as Eddie, unknown of confessing his feelings, drifts into a sleep.
Richie then, noticing that his best friend has fallen asleep- leans down carefully, without wakening him, and then presses his chapped lips that had a small taste of cigarettes and candyfloss against Eddie’s temple.
-reddie is the couple that always makes an emotional, dramatic scene in the airport
-correction: richie<< is the person who always makes an emotional dramatic scene in the airport
-whenever eddie is the one who has to go, richie is always screaming some cheesy corny shakespeare-ish old english quotes declaring his forever lasting love and the cruelty of eddie to walk away on him
-eddie is always so embarrassed by this, so he, with a burning red ass head and will to just drop dead, always tries to outscream richie by desperately yelling BEEP BEEP RICHIE TOZIER PL E A S E
-”YOU CRUEL BEAUTY WALKING AWAYETH FROMETH ME THY MY HEARTS SPILLSTH UPON THOU… I WILL UHTCEARE UNTIL THE SUN RISES AND THOU MY DEAR EDDIE THROUGH THE CLOUDS AND MY GRUBBLING SOUL//”
-”BEEP BEEP PLEASE RICHIE TOZIER PLEASE”
-”WHY THOU BEEPETH ME EDDIE KAPSBRAK”
-once eddie pretended like he didn’t hear richie’s soulful cry of bullshit
-richie screamed even louder
-”THE BOY IN BLUE RALPH LAUREN SHIRT WITH NAVY SHORTS WITH AN ALLIGATOR BELT AND KEDS YES THE PERSON IN FRONT OF YOU MA’AM EDDIE KAPSBRAK LOOK AT ME”
This is a second part of my fic about Mike and his dad that I posted a few days ago, you can find the first part in my writing tag (allie writes). I’m thinking about writing a third part with a bit of a Mike and Hopper bonding too. Anyway, enjoy!
Ted Wheeler left on the day of his son’s fifteenth birthday.
It was a warm Saturday, June evening. The whole party, Steve, Nancy and Jonathan, gathered in the basement, with the exception of El, who was yet to come.
‘Okay, so you guys are going to teach me that nerdy game of yours today, right? ’ Steve asked, throwing a chips into his mouth, and focusing very hard on pushing away the remains of hurt he felt when he looked at Nancy and Jonathan.
'Its a very serious board game! If you’re going to be a part of the party, you need to take it seriously!’ exclaimed Mike, deeply offended.
'Whatever you said, birthday boy. ’ said Steve, raising his hands defensively. As soon as he said it, the doorbell rang and Mike jumped up, nearly knocking the D&D table over.
'I… Uh… I’ll just…’ he stammered, trying to smooth down his button-up navy blue shirt his mom made him wear.
'Just go already, Romeo!’ Dustin grinned.
Mike rolled his eyes and nearly ran up the stairs. He approached the front door and took a deep breath. He felt ridiculous, still feeling this way everytime he was about to see her, but he couldn’t help it.
The door opened and Mike thought he must have looked even more ridiculous than he felt.
El was wearing a black 'The Clash’ t-shirt she got from Will and Jonathan for her fourteenth birthday, tucked into a dark red knee-length skirt. Her curly hair that reached her shoulders now were neatly braided on one side, leaving the rest of the hair wild. She was smiling softly, looking up at him with her doe eyes.
He forgot to breathe for a moment.
'El. ’ he said breathlessly, feeling a stupid grin grow on his face.
Hopper, who was standing next to her, holding a big package, cleared his throat. Mike looked at him, blinking.
'Uh, hi Hopper. ’
'Hi kid. ’ Jim grinned slightly, shaking his head at the teenager. 'Happy birthday.’
He handed Mike the package. The boy took it, and huffed. It was surprisingly heavy.
'What’s that? ’
'How about you find out and chief comes in for a coffee and a piece of cake? ’ said Karen, who appeared in the doorway.
'I should get going Karen, I’m on a diet, and I have… ’
'Joyce’s here too. ’
Jim scratched his head. El shot him a knowing look, nudging him with her elbow.
'I guess a piece of cake won’t hurt. ’ he grumbled and followed Karen to the living room shooting a warning look at Mike, but smiling lightly at the same time.
'Happy birthday. ’ said El, standing on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek, her lips lingering on his warm skin for a few seconds. Her hands rested on his arms, fingers gripping his shirt lightly. 'And stop growing.’ she huffed.
He chuckled lightly, kissing the tip of her nose, which she scrunched up adorably.
'Open your present. ’
He kneeled down and lifted the lid of the box, looking inside.
'Michael!’ his mother reprimanded from the living room, but Mike just looked up at El.
'This is so cool!’
Inside there was a brand new brown typing machine.
'So you can write your stories.’ El said shyly. 'Is it like the one you wanted?’
He didn’t respond. Instead, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. Due to the growth spurt he experienced during last year, her face was buried in his chest, but at times like that she didn’t mind the height difference at all.
'Thank you. ’ he breathed.
'You guys coming or are you going to suck face here all night?’ Dustin’s voice interrupted, as their impatient friend came up from the basement. 'You look totally bitchin’, El. ’ he added, grinning at her. She grinned back, pulling back from Mike, who made a face at Dustin and grabbed the box.
'I, uh… I’ll be right back, okay? I’ll just take this to my room. ’ Mike said. 'You guys go ahead. ’
El glanced at him, sensing that he was a little uneasy, but decided to talk to him about it later, and went down with Dustin.
Mike carried the box to his room, and then entered the living room.
'Mom… Did dad call, or something? ’ he muttered awkwardly, trying to avoid looking at Joyce and Hopper. 'I mean… He stayed in work longer, right?’
Karen nodded, looking at her son with concern.
'Do you wanna wait for him, with the cake?’
Mike gripped a button of his shirt between his thumb and index finger, pressing his lips together.
'No. Just… Can we just have it now?’
'Of course. ’
He marched towards the basement, stopping before he reached the stairs. He pressed his forehead against the wall, breathing in deeply and wiping a stray bit of moisture in the corner of his eye.
I don’t care.
I do not care. The same way he doesn’t care.
I do not care.
Straightening his back, he walked down.
Holly joined the group, insisting she was going to braid Max’s hair. The redhead really wanted to protest, but it took one smile and a dash of 'Wheeler charm’ and there she was, sitting on the floor while the six year old fiddled with her fiery strands.
'Look, Mikey!’ Holly exclaimed, showing him one of the two braids she was making.
'This is really pretty Holls. ’ he smiled at her, suppressing the storm inside his head.
For them. You’re a damn happy fifteen year old. You are. Act like it. You don’t care. He doesn’t have to be here for you to be happy. You never needed him anyway. He never really wanted to be here for you.
'Mike? Hey, Mike?’
'What?’ Mike looked at Lucas.
'You spaced out again. You alright, man?’ his friend had a concerned look on his face.
'Do you have that character sheet you made for Steve?’
'Character sheet for… oh, sure. Wait a sec. ’ he approached the shelf, taking his DM notebook and rummaging through it. 'Yeah, here it is. Steve the Fighter. ’
He presented the page to Steve. He scanned the text and his eyes grew wide. ’
'That’s so cool! And I have a spiked bat here too! And I…’
'Act like a seven year old? ’ added Max, grinning at him from her spot on the floor. He showed her his tongue and grinned to himself.
'Thats real cool. Thanks, Wheely. ’ he ruffled Mike’s hair.
Mike smiled despite himself and felt the urge to laugh.
He, Mike Wheeler,was turning fifteen, and was about to play Dungeons and Dragons with Steve freaking Harrington, who somehow managed to unofficially become a honorary older brother to all of them. Among many strange things that happened during last few years, this was possibly one of the strangest. Despite everything, though, Mike decided to be a normal teenager and let go of the things that kept him from enjoying his own birthday.
And for a while he succeeded. They were laughing, playing, listening to music that Jonathan brought. He was holding El’s hand under the table, and she was resting her cheek against his arm. Steve was engrossed in a game even more than the boys, El, who already grasped the concept was getting really good at it, suprising all of them, Max, sporting two glorious braids, teased Mike endlessly when the description parts about 'El the Mage’ turned out to be way longer than the others, Holly, Jonathan and Nancy watching them from the couch, Holly braiding Jonathan’s hair now, to Nancy’s amusement.
Then the cake was there, and he was blowing out the candles, and he could almost feel like he was truly, fully okay.
But then, there was shouting. It was his mother, easily heard from the basement, yelling at her husband for not being there for his son’s birthday. There was yelling, endless yelling, and somehow Mike ended up hugging Holly, who was frozen, scared. She did not understand.
'It’s okay, Holly. It’s okay. I promise. ’ he whispered to her, turning to the only thing he was even slightly good at. Helping. He had to help Holly, he had to be there for Nancy. He didn’t matter all that much, he just needed to make them okay, he needed to make his mom okay, he needed to…
There was silence, dead silence, broken only by his quickened, uneven breath, Holly’s sobs and Nancy’s sniffling. The rest was frozen, unsure what to do or say, Jonathan and Will looking at each other with way too much understanding of the situation, their memories still fresh.
The silence carried on.
He needed to do something, say something, be a man in a boys body, like his father always expected him to but never believed he could be.
And as he passed Holly into Nancy’s arms, with Steve, a concerned look on his face, trying to distract the little girl with his brand new D&D piece.
Mike ran up the stairs, ignoring the calls of his friends.
He came to face his father, a suitcase handle in his hand.
'Dad…?’ he asked, suddenly out of breath, feeling like Troy had just kicked his stomach again.
'Happy birthday, son. ’ Ted said, putting a hand on his arm. His eyes were empty, with just a spark of some sort of guilt hidden deep in them.
And then there was a car being started, driven away. And Mike wasn’t okay. Mike Wheeler was not by any means okay, and the realisation came crashing down on him so quickly he felt the wave of breathtaking panic fill his lungs, felt his hands start to shake, and his chest shook with soundless sobs.
He didn’t even bother to close the door after himself.
They find him at the quarry two hours later, staring at the water reflect the moonlight, his eyes red and puffy, his tall, lanky form shaking.
El is the first one to reach him, having nearly jumped out of the car before it even stopped. When her hands get a hold the sides of his head and her forehead is pressed against his own, he crumbles to the ground, fresh wave of tears breaking the dam, leaning against her and clinging to her as if he would fall apart if she didn’t hold him together.
'I’m sorry I’m so sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so so sorry’ he kept repeating, sobbing against her arm as she held his head against her chest, his shaky breath brushing her collar bones, her pressing her lips to his hair, her eyes tightly shut. His hands grasped the back of her shirt desperately as he cried.
'It’s not your fault. Not your fault.’ she said, trying to make him understand, the same way he tried to make her understand all those years ago in the same place.
And then there is Nancy, holding them both, crying against her brothers arm, Jonathan, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Steve, Max… All off them ended up huddled close together.
They sit like that for a long time, until the cries are only silent echoes, and the warm wind kisses their faces as if to comfort them and dry their tears.
Request: ‘’Can you do ‘’I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend'’ for reader and Bucky please?’’
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, sexual tension, mentions of masturbation
A/N: This is for our Halloween Special ( #halloweenwithdaniandmia ) but life happened and just now I could write it. I’m so sorry that it took so long! This is also my first Bucky fic and I’m nervous bc I fucking love him, so anyfeedback is more than welcome!
After a long but succesful mission you were back to the Avengers compound; it had cost some bruises to the team, nothing really bad, but the tension and the mental fatigue were the worst. After an endless afternoon of sleep everybody woke up in a really good mood and relax was the only mission now. The guys decided to watch a game and then hit a bar while you, Wanda and Nat were grateful to have the place for yourselves. Your girls night would be a success. You were working on a huge Mojito jar when you heard Steve yell “bye girls, have fun” while rushing through the door. You spun in your feet to say “bye” but your elbow bumped at the jar; thankfully Bucky was right behind you and reached it before it could crash on the floor. You squealed, startled, and luckily everybody thought it was because you almost ruined the pitcher but the real reason was the man that was so close to you. He was in black jeans and a navy blue shirt, the light fabric nearly drawing his muscles, and his hair was pulled back. You shook your head and laughed as he made a fake shock face. - Careful, Doll. - He said through a half smile. - I don’t need to, you are here to save the innocent liquor from my clumsy skills. - you grinned and winked at him. - You’re the girls’ night hero! He laughed and leaned to you, his flesh arm wrapped around your waist to lift you and he quickly placed a kiss on your cheeck before let you go. Your blood boiled in your face but thankfully he was heading to the door and didn’t see the effect of his trick. “Bye girls’’ he shouted before slamming the door behind him. Your lips were still spreaded on a wide smile when you looked at the girls. Uh-oh. The devilish grin on Nat’s face meant she noticed your state. Actually, you were fifty shades of pink and smiling like a teenager, a non-spy person would noticed it too. Wanda giggled and covered her mouth with her hands. - What? - You asked trying to play cool but you failed miserably when a giggle escaped your lips. - Not now… We will talk about it when this jar gets empty. - Nat teased and you knew she never would let the subject go. Nice. You didn’t want to talk about it because you didn’t know what it was. He is your best friend and you love him just like that but he has an effect on you. You wanted to be friends but you also secretly wanted to tangle your limbs with his and never let go. He is a gentleman but also a giant sexy teddy bear who hates wearing shirts. It’s not your fault that you have this sinful thoughts about him. That’s what you said to them after drinking an impressive amount of alcohol. The three of you were a drunk mess and the world seemed hazy through your laugh tears. - Hey! You have only called truth while Nat and I have attended to all your dares. Not fair! - Wanda accused you and you flinched, fearing what is coming. - I guess we have to think about a special dare for Y/N, Wanda! - Nat grinned and you knew you were screwed. - Yes, Nat! Something envolvingthe giant sexy teddy bear! - Wanda giggled clapping her hands and Nat squealed. - Hell no! - You shouted. - Hell yes! I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend Bucky! - Nat said and you seriously thought about ripping her throat. - I… I can’t! Oh my God I can’t do this! - You pleaded but it was no use. You have dared Wanda to talk to the pizza deliver guy only in bra and panties not even half hour ago. - You know the rules, Doll. - Nat whispered and mocked at the petname Bucky gave you. Your hand was shaking and you barely could search for the camera app. You gulped the rest of the drink in your glass and breathed heavy, trying to calm down. After a moment you were feeling more confident. You took off your panties and shirt and lay down on your bed. You placed the camera above your head, searching for the best angle. If you were doing this, it has to be the best nude of your life. You pinched your left nipple and crossed your legs, trying not to show too much, and found your best angle. You smiled innocently to the camera until you heard the small click. You studied it for a while and well… you looked good. They nocked on your door shouting ’‘let us in’!’’'I wanna see it!”. You slipped into your clothes and opened the door, showing them the pic. - Oh my god he is SO having a heart attack when he sees it! You look hot, send it already! - Wanda said analyzing the picture. - I can’t! I won’t be able to look at him ever again! - You whined but in a second your phone was gone. - Done! - Nat announced with a smirk. You froze on your spot. What if he didn’t like it? What if your friendship change? What if he gets mad at you? Scold you? You couldn’t breathe. But other thoughts flooded your mind… What if he does like it? What if he gets a boner right now wherever he is? What if he touches himself looking at it? You pictured him stroking himself while looking at you.. his lips slightly parted, focused face… - Come on! He knows you’re drunk already! - Wanda snapped you out of your daydream while tugging you back to her room, where the drinks were. You kept talking and laughing for hours and you forgot about the whole nude pic thing until your phone buzzed. Thankfully the girls were blabbing and didn’t noticed it, you could deal whith it alone. You sighed and checked it. It was your mom inviting you to lunch on sunday. After replying her you touched at his icon and saw the blue double check behind your picture. A wave of shame washed you and you felt rejected. He didn’t even replied it. You said you were hungry to escape to the kitchen alone but they followed you. The cold pizza was fantastic but the anxiety left a bitter taste on your tongue. You were sitting on the couch when you heard the boys arriving. The door cracked and Steve and Sam came in talking cheerfully about the game and Bucky was following them. He was tense, jaw clenched. His dark eyes scanned the room before finding you. From afar he locked his eyes at yours and you felt like your neck and face were on fire. His gaze was so intense you couldn’t look away. He bit on his lower lip and soothed it with his tongue before opening the sexiest smile you have ever seen. He walked to you still smiling and leaned to you. - I… I… I’m sorry I was… - you began to stutter but he didn’t let you finish. His kiss were fierce. Everybody was watching surprised. - Shut up! - He groaned and wrapped his metal arm around your thighs before lifting you to his shoulder. Your waistline was on his shoulder, your head hanging on his back. He spun on his feet and you gaped at them, not able to say anything. Steve was in shock, Sam was nodding with a smirk, Wanda was gaping and Nat had a satisfied grin ghosting on her lips, putting her hands together. Bucky grabbed your ass unceremoniously and rushed to his bedroom. After he slammed the door shut you could hear the rest of the team whistling and cheering. Ashamed, you were about to scold him for the PDA sample when he threw you on his bed. Instantly you forgot everything.
“You want another one?” Will yelled, and Chris made some sort of loud, affirmative noise from the living room.
Will took a second beer from the fridge, balancing both in one hand while he grabbed a container of guac with the other. He slammed the fridge door shut with his hip but misjudged the necessary force, and several papers affixed to the front floated to the ground.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He set everything on the counter and crouched down, picking up the notice about his rent going up, his reminder card for his dentist appointment yesterday, and—shit.
Will plopped down on his ass, staring down in horror at the piece of heavy cardstock in his hand. Goddamn, he can’t believe that he forgot.
“Hey, what happened to that—shit. What’s wrong? What’s that?”
Will looked up at Chris, who circled the breakfast bar and sat down in front of him. He vaguely waved the paper. “An invitation. To my ex’s wedding. It’s…it was hidden on my fridge. I forgot about it.”
“Do you still love her or something? Is this an existential crisis type of situation?”
Will rolled his eyes. “No, definitely not. But I said I was bringing someone, back when I got the invitation, and I totally forgot. It’s on Saturday.”
“And you don’t wanna go alone?”
Will made a face. “Not after I RSVP’d with a plus-one. She’s still an ex, you know? Not that you would know anything about that,” he added dryly, and Chris grinned.
“You’re just jealous of me and Cait.”
“True,” Will murmured. He stared down at the invitation and sighed. “I guess I could text her and pretend to be sick or something.”
“No, you can’t do that!” Chris plucked the invitation from his hand. “Just pretend to be dating someone and bring them.”
Will lifted his eyebrows at him. “Uh, that’s not an actual thing that people do.”
“You don’t know that!” Chris protested, and Will snorted.
“Oh, yeah? And where exactly am I supposed to find a fake boyfriend?”
Chris grinned. “So I have this friend from college.”
“Yeah, and I bet he’ll do it. He’d totally be down for something like this. Here, I’ll text him right now,” he said, raising his voice over the sound of Will’s seemingly-fruitless protests. He dug his phone out of his back pocket and spoke slowly as he typed. “Hey dude, you wanna pretend to be the boyfriend of my friend from work for a wedding? Saturday night.”
Will groaned, bracing his elbows on his knees as he buried his head in his hands. “Chris, you can’t just—”
“He said yes,” Chris reported, staring down at his phone, and Will’s jaw dropped.
“Are you serious?”
He scooted around to sit next to Chris, who helpfully tilted his phone so Will could see the message. Sure. He cute?
Very, Chris wrote back, and Will grimaced. “Don’t—don’t oversell it, jeez.”
“You’re super hot, Will, deal with it.”
“Is he cute?”
“Very,” Chris repeated, and Will snorted. “I’m giving him your number. His name’s Derek, by the way.”
Will sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “I have a feeling that I’m going to regret this.”
“Worst case scenario, you’ll have a great story to tell.” Chris got to his feet and held a hand out to Will to haul him up. “Grab those beers, third period’s about to start.”
I don’t think I could keep a straight face if someone called me sugarplum in public.
Ok, strike that one from the list. Lovebug?
Just my name is fine. Which is Will.
And this whole thing was Chris’s idea, btw.
Oh, I have no doubt.
I just wanted to feign illness.
But this will be way more fun!
Yeah? You pretend to be people’s boyfriend often?
Nah, you’re popping my cherry.
Ok, what did I say about that.
This is gonna be fun. So where’s this wedding? Saturday, right?
Yeah. Brooklyn Botanic Garden
Ooh nice. Dress code?
Suit, no tux. Should we meet up beforehand?
You know that random bar/bakery @ Union/Franklin? Wanna meet there?