i . buddha said: “a jug fills drop by drop”. trying to keep in mind this quote helped me so so much starting the year the right way!
ii . don’t be harsh on yourself. change isn’t something that occurs within days, and habits need to be formed. but keep some balance in your daily life. you can forgive yourself if you are too tired to tidy up your room before going to bed, but try to mantain the level of clutter low by doing small things when you feel like it!
iii . procrastination is something i have to deal with everyday. but i found out that when i just can’t control my discipline, i just need someone else to do that for me! it works all the times.
iv . listen to your body. sometimes you just have to trust your instinct and your intuition. feel the moment and do what’s better for yourself.
v . when times are a little darker and you feel the winter blues, you need something to make your heart feel a little warmer. please, please, please, go and watch yuri on ice. please. just do it. it will make your life like 10000 times better. it saved me from winter depression. it saved me. just trust me. i don’t know how many tears of happiness i have cried because of yoi. go. and watch it.
vi . this month i realized one little thing. i have so so many mental schemes. and the majority of them are really bad for me and for my mental health and for my life in general. for example, when i wake up in the morning to go to school my brain decides that i have to feel stressed. and that i just can’t enjoy the morning. even if i don’t have any tests that day. when i realized it i started paying attention to what i feel and why, and decided that i wouldn’t have let my brain ruin every single morning! and it worked!!!
vii . at the end of the day write a done list. this has been one of the best thing for my happiness levels lately. list every single good thing that you did, even if it’s a small thing. and feel proud about it!!
viii . sometimes i just can’t get started with a specific task because i set goals that are too high and that scare me before i even start. if i tell myself that i’m going to revise all of my notes i can be sure that i won’t do it. but if i set the goal to revise for a limited space of time, or to just study some chapters, i don’t feel overwhelmed and eventually when i’m finished with the goal i have set, i’ll just keep on working!
ix . when i’m feeling really down or there’s something that bothers me, i know that the only thing i have to do is writing. i take out my journal and start scribbling what’s on my mind. i feel completely free and in touch with myself, to me writing is like a therapy. many times i got to understand a problem that i couldn’t solve… just by writing. sometimes dancing and singing to my favourite songs works as well. just try to find what’s an activity that has the power to calm you down or to make you see things more clearly, or something that can be an outburst for feelings you have been suppressing.
x . this month i learned that i. have. to. throw myself away and just do things. i have many ideas but i’m always too shy to do anything. but in these past weeks i tried really hard to escape the prison i have built for myself. i started interviewing some of my classmates and recording them as they talk, which is something that i wished to do for a long time. i made a group on a messaging app to talk about some more serious topics with them. i took all the courage i had and clearly expressed my feelings about some stuff to my best friend, and we are happier now. i went out of my comfort zone and experienced new things. even if i didn’t always feel perfectly comfortable, i tried to avoid panicking, and instead i took a deep breath and reminded myself that failing was always better than not doing anything at all!
xi . and last but not least, here is some of the music i’ve been listening to in january. enjoy!
Pairing: Kagehina Show: Haikyuu!! Summary: Howl’s Moving Castle AU, in which Kageyama makes a wish upon a falling star, and gets Hinata instead.
The days that followed passed by with
ever-growing tension. Upon reaching a safe distance from the town, Tobio had
carried a limp, rapidly cooling Hinata onward, up into the mountains, where he
found a cave deep enough to seek shelter.
There, he built a fire of his own,
contained in a little pit made of stacked stones, and he laid the demon out
beside it to keep him warm. He fed them both with dried wood that he gathered
outside the cave, and when he cooked for himself, he slipped Hinata his egg
shells, seeds, or cut-off strips of meat, but it was difficult. Hinata was
barely present enough to eat. Tobio spent his time crushing, grinding, or even
chewing up his food enough for Hinata to swallow it down.
All the while, the little hollow in his
chest where his heart used to be grew colder. In the hours when the weather
beyond the cave was dismal and the fire not enough, the empty space in him ached
with the chill, so much so he had lifted Hinata up into his lap before the
flame, and wrapped his arms about his chest to hold in what little heat he had.
It helped to warm him, but the pain
remained all the same.
Everything looked the same, the houses the streets even the sign that held the towns name looked the same. Riverdale like all small towns never change, maybe that’s why your heart felt warmer as you passed the welcome too sign. You hadn’t lived in Riverdale for ten years yet as your parents drove down the roads you still remember all the memories you had here as a child.
Passing Betty and Archie’s house made reality hit you the fact you hadn’t been here in ten years all your friends would of grown up without you. All the promises you made to keep in touch disappeared when you left the small town. How was you suppose to face them in school tomorrow when they had probably forgotten you.
“I can’t believe we managed to get the old house back, how crazy is that Y/N you’ll be back in your old room before you know it”
You don’t acknowledge what your father had said instead you kept staring out the window. Your old house, your old room being able to see the treehouse the one thing linked to the one person who you hoped forgot about you.
~“Jug I don’t want to leave you, your my best friend in the whole world”
“I know Y/N I wish you could live here with me but you gotta stay with your parents but promise me you’ll write”
“I promise Jughead I promise”~
Just kids you’d managed to keep writing to him until you stopped. You were too busy or well you knew the truth you’d forgotten. You hoped that Jughead had forgotten you that way him seeing you would hurt less.
Unpacking wasn’t hard you made sure the curtains of your room were shut so you wouldn’t be met with the pain of what was, what could never be again. By the time everyone had unpacked no one was in the mood to cook so there was only one place on your mind.
“I’ve rung Pop’s Y/N do you mind going to pick it up if you remember the way” you roll your eyes at your mother how could you forget the best joint in town.
Like everything else in Riverdale Pop’s hadn’t changed the dinner was radiating light in the almost dark night. Once inside you felt once again at home remembering the burgers and the shakes you use to stuff down as a kid.
“Hi um pick up for Y/L/N”
“Be just a minute Hun” you nodded to the cook before taking a seat in a booth. A few rows down you could see some kids your age the three of them looked like they were having a good night. But something about the back of two of the heads seems familiar.
“Order for Y/L/N” you stood up ready to grab the paper bag but before you could something, well more like someone caught your eye.
A blacked hair boy that had a crown shaped beanie on his head, as he went to climb over the girl and sit next to her his eyes caught yours. It couldn’t be but of course it was you knew that at some point it would happen maybe better here then in school. The boy and girl opposite him turned to look at you as well, it was the three of them. The three people that in your childhood life meant the most to you.
“Y/N?” Betty was the first to speak up scrambling over Archie she ran towards you engulfing you into a hug.
“Hi Betty” your voice sounding thin as if you were ready to brake down into tears. Archie was next not saying anything he pulled Betty away from you only to have her join again once his now strong arms were around you.
The raven haired girl just stood confused as to why her friends were acting this way. Archie and Betty finally pulled away from you though Betty kept your hand in hers to make sure it was actually you.
“I can’t believe it” his voice was the one to brake the silence, he moved around the girl to stand meters away from you. You was ready for whatever the boy was going to scream at you how he would react.
“Hi Jug” you breath out a name you thought a few months ago you would never say again.
“Ten years and all I get is a hi Jug” you bite the inside of your cheek ready for the rest of the words to come falling out of his mouth. But instead of harsh words you get him hugging you holding you close to him, something new as you still remember that he was never much of a hugger. When you pull away he has somewhat of a smile on his face. Yours showing completely as you stand in-between all your old friends.
“Y/N I’m Veronica since these losers would introduce me” you take Veronica’s hand shaking it before you realise that you should of been home ten minutes ago with food for your parents.
“Guys is love to stay honest I wish I could but I gotta get these burgers back to my parents, Betty, Archie catch up tomorrow I swear we have to walk to school like always” you smile squeezing their hands.
“Veronica I can’t wait to get to know you more, come on Jug be the gentleman and walk me home?” In your heart though you knew you just needed to talk to him more.
He waves bye to the others who completely understand why you asked him Betty and Archie probably filling in Veronica on the relationship between you and Jughead. Both of you saying a finale goodbye before Jughead grabs the paper bag and your hand and walking out the door.
“I’m sorry” both of you say at the same time, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.
“Let’s not talk about it,kinda both our faults but you’re back now that’s what matters, what I hope is for good”
“I don’t think I ever want to leave this place again, I don’t wanna ever leave you again Jug”
“That’s good enough for me” and like that you was walking hand in hand like you did as children chasing the sunset.
Synopsis: You and Kol Mikaelson have known each other since you were both kids. Now, being almost a teenager and also a Hale, you have to struggle with the fact you turning into a werewolf without having any clue about what to do. Kol comes up as a sweet best friend and helps you through it.
A/N: HELLO! I know I’ve sort of disappeared. However, last monday was my high school graduation prom, so I didn’t have any time to update the blog and I am deeply, DEEPLY, sorry. Anyways, back to the story I’m publishing now. I have been requested awhile ago to do a long fiction about Kol and Reader. I thought it was a great idea and I decided to do it. So, it will be kind of a crossover between teen wolf and the originals. I truly hope you like it. This is just a introductory part. And I know I talk too much. hahaha :)
Word Count: 1637
“Kol, where are you? Please, don’t leave me all alone here!” A girl cried, running around in the woods. “I mean it!”
The twelve year old, knowing she would not get a solid answer, just sat against a tall and strong tree. Warm tears rolled down her face as she hugged her own knees, providing the realisation of how cold her own hands were; aside the obvious shaking.
Playing hide and seek was a bad idea, she thought, feeling helpless. Kol was the girl’s best friend and was perfectly aware over the extension of her loathing towards the merely concept of being alone. Especially in the woods, where her father warned her she should be extra careful. It was the burden of being a Hale: to always live hidden and to always be careful.
“Can’t you be nice to me?” Once more her high pitched voice yelled. “You are supposed to be my friend. Best friend. Answer me!”
“You’re no fun, Elizabeth.” A voice came out from between two other trees, making she jump, scared. “We come here everyday to play and you’re still scared I’m going to leave you.“
“That’s because you always hide so well. I never find you!” The girl shook her head. “Also, one of these days you will, once I become…”
Mary Elizabeth nodded her head, lowering her eyesight. Kol chuckled and walked towards her, cupping one of her cheeks and lifting her chin in order for the girl to look at him. She had puffy and red eyes from the crying. At that sight, he felt something inside him break. It was awful to look at her like that. Knowing she was hurt and scared. The young Mikaelson wanted to keep her safe and far way from her family problems. Like a best friend should do.
“Listen to me, please.” The boy said, firmly. “I don’t care about your past or what you will become in the future.”
“It’s not that and you know it. Honestly, I’m only scared that one day I might feel the urge to hurt you.”
Kol sighed, pulling Elizabeth into a tight hug. She instantaneously wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling the boy’s soft squeeze. He rested his head on hers, her scent invading his nostrils. Even though it was awkward, as boys and girls usually tend to not get along when young, they loved every minute they spent together.
That moment, especially, felt endless. Both of them under the sunset, feeling their skin’s warmth… Perhaps it was right that second they had fallen in love with each other for good.
“You won’t.” He said, his voice muffled by her hair.
“You can’t possibly know that…”
Kol placed two of his fingers on her mouth, not allowing the girl to finish the sentence. Mary Elizabeth could be very pessimistic when she wanted to be and he hated that. A smug grin curved his lips until, suddenly, he felt the tip of her tongue against his skin. A disgusted glare showed up on his eyes, while she laughed out loud.
“All better. It’s always amusing to see you like that.”
“I’m glad you’re happy.” Kol said, sarcastically.
Eventually, he caved in and joined her, chuckling.
“It’s getting dark. How about we go home, Lizzie?”
“Yes!” She placed a hand on her stomach. “Oh, Lord, I’m starving.”
“Me too! I feel like I could eat a horse.”
“And, since you’re my best friend, we could share this horse.”
“No way! It’s my food.”
“Alright, Mr. ‘It’s my food’.”
They giggled and started to walk home.
Since the village they lived was bit far from where they were, night fell before Elizabeth and Kol got home. The sky was beautifully clear, which allowed them to appreciate the pale light coming from the moon. Definitely a moment they would remember for the rest of their lives, as they would perceive later on.
“Kol, can I ask you a question?”
“Why did you become friends with me?”
“You were the prettiest little four year old I had ever seen.” She giggled, looking away. “I mean it!”
“Don’t play dumb with me. I am a Hale, sure your parents did not want their son hanging out with my kind.”
“I’m pretty sure they don’t know. But again, I don’t give a shit. Soon we’re old enough… I don’t know. Maybe we could leave this place.”
“Of course!” She said undoubtedly. “And don’t you dare leave me behind.”
“I don’t think I made myself clear: you’re stuck with me.”
“Don’t make those kind of promises. You’re thirteen. I bet when you’re older, you get yourself a girlfriend and forget all about me.”
Kol frowned and then stopped walking.
“Why are you saying that?”
“Well… It’s true that you’ll probably get a girlfriend. But I was joking about the part where you leave me. It doesn’t have to be like that.”
“I wouldn’t… Never… I mean… Damn it. I just want you to know I like you. And no other girl will ever take your place.”
Mary Elizabeth narrowed her eyes and gave him a small nod. She got confused by his words, but, somehow, it made her heart warmer. It was good to know he liked her just as much as she liked him.
“Promise you will be with me? No matter what?”
“Yes, Kol. I promise.”
“What if you find a boyfriend?”
“I guess I feel the same way you do.” Her voice was unsure, for they never had such type of talk. “Let’s no worry about this now, okay?”
“Right. We don’t have time, anyway. Your mum is already waiting by the door.”
“Wait… Correct me if I’m wrong, but it isn’t you mum there as well?”
“Huh? What is she doing here?”
Kol furrowed his eyebrows as she pulled him to a bush, in order to hide and listen to what the women were talking. The girl had so many unresolved questions about what she was and her parents would not say anything. All she knew was that her older brothers became wolves and she would be one herself, in the future.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, remember what I said about being fully aware of what I am?”
“Yes.” He mumbled, trying to keep himself hidden.
“Well, I lied.”
“Shut up, I’ll explain later.”
Kol’s complaints were muffled by her hand, which gave her an opening to concentrate. A few months earlier Elizabeth started to change. Sounds became louder and her sight improved so much she could see miles and miles away from where she stood. Also her reflexes were faster. The healing quickly was a thing as well. According to her brothers, that was normal. First those stuff, then, on the full moon after her thirteenth birthday, she would turn.
“Are you sure Kol is not here?”
“Yes, I am. But Mary Elizabethisn’t here too. They’re probably playing in the woods.”
“Oh, well then. If he comes here, send him home immediately.”
“Are you afraid my family will do your son any harm?”
“Not your family, your daughter. Do you even know what she is? What she’ll become?”
“You don’t have to worry about that. My Elizabeth is a sweet girl, she could never do anything to anyone. No matter what you say she’ll become.”
“If you believe so…”
“Very well. I must leave now. Send him home.”
Then the Mikaelson matriarch left and Mary Elizabeth sighed, frustrated. She desperately wanted to understand, go deep within her origins. Knowing she had failed one more time to figure out made an urge to hit something come up, which induced the girl to close her eyes and take a relaxing breath. Only to keep it together.
“Care to let me know what the hell just happened?”
“It’s complicated.” She shook her head. “I mean… These things are all new to me. And I so don’t understand it. Yet, nobody is able to explain what is going on with me.”
“I don’t get it.”
“The wolf part of me is surfacing. I’m pretty sure my change will occur soon.”
Kol looked confused.
“Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“I was scared. So much was happening… Also, I didn’t want to be worry you.”
He stood up, cleaning the dust on his trousers and started to move towards the village again, obviously mad. She huffed, rolling her eyes and running to catch up with him. Even though Kol understood why she had hidden that, he still wished she would have told him. After all, they were best friends.
“You don’t trust me.” The boy said, almost snarling.
“I do. I do! But I didn’t want to bother you before I was sure… Before I freaking know what I am.” Elizabeth grasped his arm and captured his eyesight with hers. “That’s why I was so preoccupied with you. I don’t even know what is going to happen after I turn thirteen.”
“Well, you have to be damn sure I’ll be with you. I told you I don’t care.”
“Then let’s forget about this and go home.”
Hale used the five minutes left to arrive their homes to explain her subtle changes. Her friend looked stunned by it. Kol saw himself wishing to be like her. Perhaps not a wolf, but definitely something just as powerful.
“I guess this is where I stay.” The girl stated, biting her lower lip.
“Will we see each other again tomorrow?”
“Like we do it every day.”
“OK, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Kol, then, leant in and kissed her right cheek, which made the girl blush, embarrassed. He whispered goodbye and left, a cocky smile shining on his face. This time more confident than ever about his future.
GOT7 Reaction To Seeing a Black Girl at Their Fanmeet
jaebum: “hey what’s your name?” grabs her hand and looks into her soul. he’s smiling like really hard the whole time really.
bambam: he’s gonna try to act out lowkey. he might turnip (turn up, get lit) just a little bit. he’ll let her know that he think she’s pretty and basically treat her as a long time friend. touching her if she lets him which she most definitely will.
mark: his deep voice…lord. pray for her cause he’s gonna sound so sweet talking to her. he’s flirting ofc. “i like your hair” “can i..?” he’ll ask before touching it. when he touches her hair, he bites his lip while looking into her eyes. she dead.
youngjae: this sunshine apple face pie heart warmer will make her smile and laugh (because of his randomness) so much. holding onto her hand. doing random shit cause why not?
jackson: “hey girl”. he’s biting his lips at her. being a fucking freaky flirt level up 2.0. that is all.
jinyoung: cutie. that engrish tho. he’s using that..well duh. she’s gonna die making it obvious that she’s…dying. he’ll be a blushing and cheery mess. “you are so pretty!”
yugyeom: shy as fuck. lowkey lost for words. choking. shookt. staring. “you’re so…oaahhh” he’ll accidentally say to her. face palms cause his engrish. cuteness overload.
Nice Prinxiety with a hint of angst and much, much fluff. Pre-relationship. Sorry for the lack of kisses.
There was no one else home.
Logic was at school.
Morality was out with his kids.
And he needed someone. Anyone.
And if that meant Princy… well… Princy would have to do…
He knocked on the royal’s door, hesitant, his breath uneven, eyes filled
with tears from both fear and shame of having to come to Princy for this, but
he knew he couldn’t deal with this type of attack alone.
Not now, that he was just so used with going through one with Mo or Lo
next to him to help.
“Anxiety, I am in a middle of a daydreaming sec-” Prince started as he
opened the door, his mouth shutting as soon as he saw the state of the other
trait. “… Ann?”
“I-I need help…” Anxiety muttered, his breath getting caught again and
almost making him choke. “P-please…”
“Come here” Prince muttered, voice calm, quiet, unlike any other
instance. He wrapped his arms around Anxiety, pulling him closer, letting him
nuzzle against his shoulder. “What do you need?”
“S-sing?” Anxiety muttered, trying to even his breath and failing. His
heart was starting to beat faster and the attack was beginning, he could feel
“Shush…” Prince said, taking him to the bed slowly and sitting down,
arms still around Anxiety as he gasped for air. “There… Come stop your crying, it will be alright” he started singing,
caressing Anxiety’s hair as the tears begun to fall, his breath failing him as
he gasped, hands tight onto Prince’s clothes. “Just take my hand, hold it tight. I will protect you from all around
you, I will be here, don’t you cry…”
Prince continued singing as he held Anxiety close, caressing his hair
and his back, letting him cry and gasp for air against his clothes, trying to
keep his breath as even as possible so the other trait could follow it, both of
them staying very still for a long, long time until Anxiety had finally calmed
down, still nuzzled against Prince, quiet now.
Slowly, Anxiety pulled away from Prince, never looking up at him,
rubbing his eyes without caring how horrible his makeup would become.
“Thanks…” he mumbled, getting ready to stand up and run away, but Prince
moved his hand up and placed it over Anxiety’s cheek, delicately, wiping away
whatever was left of his tears. Anxiety turned his face slowly to the royal,
swallowing thickly, expecting some kind of stupid nickname or a laugh, but all
he found was worry and patience.
“Ann. Do you want to talk about this?” Prince asked, seriously, his eyes
fixated on Anxiety’s, making the other trait nervous.
“I-it’s nothing… Sometimes it just happens…” he muttered, because that
was the truth. There was no reason for it. Prince nodded slowly and moved his
hand away from Anxiety’s face, taking his hand.
“I understand… Just know that whenever you need someone, if no one else
is here, or even if they are, I… I am here too, okay?” he said, giving Anxiety
a small smile. “We might not be the best of friends but I still care about you
and I do not wish for you to suffer alone.”
Anxiety bit his lip, taking a deep breath before moving closer and
hugging Prince again, needing a little more of contact, a little more of
whatever was that he was feeling.
“Thank you…” he mumbled, weakly, quietly, and prince hugged him back
after a few seconds, humming.
“You’re welcome, Ann… Very welcome.”
And if when Anxiety left, he wished he could run back and stay in there,
nobody but him knew.
But his heart certainly felt way warmer whenever he was in Charming’s
presence, even if they were still bickering.
Because he could see in Prince’s eyes that he meant nothing.
Summary: Adam’s expensive education was founded on the classics.
In the months spent at the castle, it became quite clear that Adam had an expensive education (and he wouldn’t shy away from admitting it either). What his manners had once lacked, his array of interests made up for. He was distinguished in all worlds of academia to some degree. If asked to name his favorite, he’d have to say history (the Battle of 300 was manly) or astrology because of the stories that lay among the stars (his appreciation for Galileo was resounding but he could only read the English translations).
It was quite costly to educate a prince, that’s for certain, but he didn’t enjoy it. His tutor and his father made him resent what should have been an enjoyable experience. He disliked reading the most, for no reason other than it reminded him of his mother.
Then you came along. Your very existence caused an emotional shift within him. Suddenly , he was forced to face those dreaded things called feelings. His heart was becoming warmer which was unusual to his routine melancholy. All his life, or his princely life, he was charmed by only the finest things, but you were enchanted by just a walk through the gardens or a conversation with Lumiere. That’s what drove him to give you his world.
You were self taught and educated mostly by your parents when they weren’t working a miller shift. Gaps in your knowledge were passed off as the result of inequality from all demographics. Adam could tell you were gifted and that’s why he decided to share in his expensive education with you.
The library became your second suite as you soaked up everything you possibly could, well everything that wasn’t in Greek. Adam would join you in the large couch, watching , sometimes listening, to you read. It became quite clear early on that you detested Chaucer but favored the greats from the Renaissance, specifically Shakespeare.
You were up early, earlier than usual, due to the cold of the castle that pained you despite the endless cups of tea from Mrs. Potts. Bundled up, you tip toed to the library, picked up the copy of Romeo and Juliet, and curled up on the couch. Time slipped away as you read, finding yourself nodding off. The next thing you know, Adam is chuckling at you, removing the book from your hands. “I had the same reaction: all the heartache and pining…” He shuddered tossing it aside.
“I was enjoying it!” You insisted nestling further into the velvet sofa.
“Sure, well I don’t particularly feel like listening to such sickening fiction, why don’t we read something else?” He suggests joining you on the couch, adjusting so you were nestled against him.
“Can you read today? I like it when you do.” You mumbled nudging him softly.
“All right Hamlet it is.”
Hamlet and Adam were similar he figured, if only because he wanted to be considered your favorite. With the day half gone and his rose half wilted, he swallowed feeling his chest tighten. It happened rather quickly, stumbling from his lips quickly.
Three words that did not belong in Hamlet’s fourth soliloquy filled the space thickly. “It’s foolish.” Adam snapped quickly, jumping to his feet, “To think that you could care for a creature like me.”
“I don’t think so.” You say softly, jumping to catch his arm.
“You could be happy here?” His blue eyes achingly soft and human.
Time was slowing, a golden light cast over the castle as his lips met yours the feeling changing from fur to skin as a human Prince Adam stood before you, with only love emitting from him.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word count: 975
Summary: You have powers that resembled the cartoon ice queen herself. The cold is your home but what about the warmth you feel for your fellow Frosty?
Warm hearts are common in everybody. Everybody has a warm heart when they begin in life and it is entirely up to the person whether or not they continue to have it. It can be easy to lose it over time but the results at the end make it worth it.
It was a contradiction for you. You had one of the warmest hearts that the Avengers had ever seen, despite your cold hands and powers. Fire and ice cancelled each other out but for you, you flourished in the circumstance.
Tony called you Elsa and you sent him a glare or a sudden chill to his bottom. You might have had the same powers as Elsa but you two were very different people. You knew that you had love in your life from the odd family that was the Avengers and you had complete control of yourself.
You went on mission from time to time whenever the weather wasn’t too hot. You could survive in the hotter weather but it made you easily fatigued. In the cold, you were the queen. You reigned over the weather then and the snow was your domain. You could create anything out of ice and you managed to wow the regular people of New York on occasion.
Today was a cold day so you were outside on the roof. There was no snow yet but you could feel it start to swirl in the clouds above you. It would fall soon and you hoped that it would stick so you could pull the team outside for some fun.
The other one with a bright warm heart was James. He insisted that you called him Bucky but you liked James much more. He had warm hands and an even warmer heart. He had been treated so poorly by HYDRA in his past but he had managed to somewhat put himself back together with the help of everyone that was around him.
“You’ll freeze out here.”
You laughed a bit and turned to look at him. He was bundled up in warm clothes with multiple colors but look slightly uncomfortable. You had a feeling that the cold was reminding him of Russia and the past that he wanted to forget.
“Are you okay? I know that this isn’t the best memory for you.”
He shrugged and came up beside you, grasping your cold hand in his gloved one.
“I’ll be okay. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“Someone has to, Frosty. We’re one and the same.”
He smiled at you and nudged you. You nudged back and at that moment the snow had started to fall all around you. You breathed in the cold air that snapped at your nose and felt your neck scorch. It didn’t affect you as it affected everyone else so you reveled in the feeling of it.
Bucky let go of your hand and reached his own hand and watched as the snowflakes landed on the fabric and quickly melted away. He frowned a bit and you had a feeling of what was going through his mind.
You waved your hand over his and the snowflakes stuck to his glove. His frown faded and gave way to a small smile.
“You’re worth it. You’ll always be worth it.”
He brought your hand up to his lips and gently kissed the cold flesh you had. You entwined your fingers with his metal ones, not minding the cold that came with it. The cold didn’t bother you at all because it was yours, it was your home.
You went back inside with him and made some hot drinks while he shed his winter clothing. Hot drinks were something that you had to be careful of. Too hot and it would melt you. It had to be a perfect temperature and taken in moderation for your sake. The problem was, you could never get it just right. You either made it too hot or it was colder than you wanted.
“Let me try.” He spoke gently, sensing your frustration.
You moved away from your spot at the kitchen counter and let him try his hand at making the perfect temperature drink for you. In the meantime, you swirled the whipped cream on Bucky’s and offered it to him.
“I can’t make my own but I made you one.”
“Thank you, (Y/N).”
He took it in his hands and took a sip before putting it back down, returning his focus to your own drink. You drifted over to the couch and looked through the movie selection to find one that was suitable for the cold weather that lurked outside the windows.
You found White Christmas and put it into the player, waiting for Bucky to show up. He did a few moments later with your drink and his own. You cautiously took a sip of it and smiled over the rim of the mug.
“How did you do it?”
You rolled your eyes at him and took your seat on the couch. Bucky sat beside you and pulled the blanket over your legs that were situated in his lap. You curled up close to him, almost enjoying the natural heat that he gave off.
You looked up at him, a bit confused.
“Your warm heart, despite your cold hands.”
“Anything for my fellow Frosty.”
He had an easy smile on his face as he looked down at you and he gently pressed his lips to yours. Cold lips on warm lips made for an interesting sensation that sent sparks all over your body.
“Cold lips too.”
You laughed at him and set the empty mug down to wrap your arms around him. The cold was home, and you could get used to having the natural heat of Bucky be home too.
heyyyy i recently hit 300 ?!?!?!(look at that shitty banner tho) honeslty i’m dumbfounded to how this is happened but im also v grateful for all the wonderful peeps who follow me and for my mutuals whom i love with my whole heart :(( thank you guys!
word count: 1260 pairing: hyungwon x reader notes: fluff, college au warnings: mentions of alcohol+smut, language (only like one line tbh)
This isn’t really the best remedy for your massive headache and unrelenting flu. It’s been more than a week, and you thought it would be long gone by now; which is exactly why you promised your best friend Minhyuk that you’d be his plus one to the party today.
Not exactly a great decision.
The room is dark and smoky, mixed with the putrid scent of alcohol and sweat. You clutch Minhyuk’s arms tighter as the two of you weave through the scattered groups of intoxicated partygoers. He leads you to the backyard, and you sigh in relief to be able to breathe something beside bad decisions.
“Hey guys!” Minhyuk greets the group of guys standing around the beer keg, and slides the door closed behind you.
Wake up really early one morning, like 4am, and take a drive to your nearest park/ beach/ city centre/ town centre. I find the world looks a lot different and a lot more beautiful when everything is still asleep. Admire the beauty in the things around you: the different shades of green on the leaves of the trees, the crack on the pavement under your feet, the way the sky changes colour just before the sun rises.
Compliment someone. It sounds weird, but by complimenting someone or simply making someone smile it makes your heart feel warmer. Watch how their eyes crinkle when they smile; notice how when they blush their cheeks go the colour of lake hillier; recognise how their lips curve when they laugh. Realise that you made that happen. Keep doing it to different people.
Look at pictures of puppies/ kittens/ fluffy animals and let yourself giggle.
Go to your mirror and look at yourself the way you look at your friends. Love the way that your hair falls on your shoulders and the fact that you have smaller boobs than most other girls you know. Realise that beauty doesn’t have a category, and you should treat yourself like a work of art.
Go shopping by yourself. Buy yourself a cute dress or a new book or both. Ask the person in the shop if you can change into the dress you just bought and be surprised by how friendly she is. Grab some lunch, read your new book in the park. Watch how people interact. Look at the young families and how they try to entertain their new baby. Look at the group of friends who are so happy in that precise moment. Look at the old couple sitting on the bench and wonder about their lives. Count the clouds in the sky and feel the grass in between your toes.
Laugh at yourself. Life is the hardest thing you will ever face and we all make really really stupid mistakes sometimes, but that’s okay. Learn to laugh at the things that you have learned and tell others about them. Listen when they laugh with you and tell you about a similar mistake they made once, too, and realise how nothing is permanent.
Don’t like your hair? Cut it. Is there someone in your life who makes you feel really low? Drop them- you need to surround yourself with radiators, not drains. Want to start a new hobby? Go do it. Life won’t wait for you, you have to reach out to life. Once you do it, you will never stop wondering about why you didn’t do it sooner.
Do whatever you fucking want. We’re all on this planet for a reason and that’s to carry out our own individual journeys. Don’t get thrown off your path by someone who hasn’t walked down it themselves.
Sit outside one night and look at the sky. Think about how big the universe is and how whatever is bothering you right now will soon go away. Realise you can only take things one step at a time, and know that that’s okay.
summary: jimin and yoongi celebrate their son’s first day at the beach
note: sorry for any mistakes, this was written very quickly! hope you enjoy it :)
jimin has no idea how he managed to convince his husband of doing what he’s doing today – it might be because he’s indeed so whipped for jimin, like everyone says.
or maybe for both of us, he thinks as he looks back at the backseat of the car, smiling fondly at his little boy dozing off while trapped safely to his chair, looking so cute on his floral shirt, khaki shorts and sandals. he then turns back to eye yoongi sitting next to him, hands on the wheel and focused on the road in front of them, wearing the same clothes as seojoon but in a larger size.
Everyones been trying to set us up for months but they don't know that we're already together with Mingyu
I had slight trouble deciding what would be the best way to do this, but I hope you like how I went about it~ Thanks for the request :3 ♥
You sat down on the café couch with Seungcheol and Mingyu, all of you holding cups of whatever you had ordered. You were going to see a movie afterwards, but with a lot of spare time, going to the café near the theater had sounded like a perfect idea.
“I really hope the movie’ll be good,” you said with a quiet sigh, not really expecting much from one that wasn’t exactly your favorite genre, and the boys grinned.
“No need to worry, it’s gotten pretty good reviews,” Seungcheol said with a laugh, bringing his cup to his lips as he took a sip of his tea. Mingyu nodded in agreement, already excited to see the movie, but you merely squinted your eyes a little, trying not to show just how much Mingyu’s outfit choice was affecting you. Between you and him it was no secret that you had a tiny weak spot for him in black jeans and any v-neck, but he had also added a cozy cardigan to that - you just couldn’t win with him.
“But was any of those reviews written by someone who doesn’t particularly like the genre…” you muttered, sipping on your own drink, and both Mingyu and Seungcheol shrugged; none of the reviews had particularly stated that.
As the three of you continued chatting and drinking, Seungcheol suddenly checked his phone and let out a gasp that sounded too dramatic to be real.
“Oh, no! I really need to go,” Seungcheol exclaimed, already grabbing his backpack. You and Mingyu both frowned.
“Did something come up?” you asked, slightly concerned, even, and got a hasty nod from the male.
“Yeah, I, uh, gotta go walk my fish,” Seungcheol said, sounding a lot more nervous than you expected him to, and stood up. You and Mingyu stared at him incredulously, your mouths open in confusion while the older male already took a few steps away fromt he couch. “I’m so sorry Y/N and Mingyu, but you two enjoy the movie, I’m sure it’s great! See you later!”
Before either of you had been able to say anything, the supposedly eldest member of Seventeen had dashed out of the café and left behind you and Mingyu, looking at each other at the weirdness of what had just happened.
Mingyu leaned closer to you, whispering to your ear. “He doesn’t have a fish.”
Probably more stunned at Mingyu’s obliviousness than the awful excuse Seungcheol had given to his leaving, you licked your lips and turned to look at your boyfriend, unimpressed. “Honey… you can’t walk a fish.”
“…Right,” Mingyu replied, thinking about it for a while and looking like he actually had a light bulb lighting up above his head when he put the pieces together. “Oh my God, do you think he came up with an excuse just to leave us alone?!”
You nodded slowly, smiling widely when Mingyu had finally caught up to it. He cleared his throat a little and scooted closer to you on the couch.
“Well, if he wants us to be alone, I’ve got no complaints,” he said quietly, grinning as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. You giggled and looked up at him warmly.
Unknown to Seungcheol or anyone else, of course, you and Mingyu had been going out for some months already and would go on dates every now and then without someone having to bail on you all of a sudden.
Once Mingyu had walked you home after the movie, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tip-toed to kiss him with his hands on your waist.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come inside?” you asked against his lips in a quiet mumble, and he gave you a slow nod, his eyes hooded as he looked into yours.
“If I did, I wouldn’t be able to leave,” he said equally quietly, swallowing hard at the mere thought of what coming in would mean. You grinned, feeling your cheeks heat up a little, and nodded.
“True. Maybe some other time,” you whispered, giving him a few more sweet kisses before pulling away. Mingyu smiled at you when you looked back at him while opening the door, and you got a quick kiss on your forehead before he bid goodbye.
A week or so later, your suspicions towards the way the other members of Seventeen were only further heightened. If they spoke to you about Mingyu a lot more than usual already, it only got weirder when you and Vernon were talking about movies and you happened to mention one that you really liked.
“Oh, really? Mingyu likes that one, too!” he had exclaimed immediately, suddenly very excited, which took you aback to say the least. While you knew that very well; it had been what had first gotten you and Mingyu to talk to each other more; you couldn’t quite wrap your head around why Vernon seemed so… invested in it. “You and Mingyu have quite a bit in common, actually! Have you noticed that before?”
You giggled and shrugged, starting to tell him half of the truth. “I mean, we’ve talked about some of those things, like movies and bands we like.”
Vernon nodded with exaggerated eagerness. “You two should definitely talk more, then.”
It was then that you realized that perhaps, in a very weird way, the other members were starting to try to get you and Mingyu together - without realizing that you already were. That night, while talking with Mingyu on the phone, you told him about your suspicions and smiled to yourself when you heard him giggle on the other end.
”But that’s so weird, since we’re already together,” he said, sounding just as amused and incredulous as you were, and you agreed.
“It really is. But it’s also kind of entertaining, you know,” you said with a giggle, biting your lip as you waited to see if Mingyu would pick up on what you were, in a way, hinting at.
“Y/N,” he said, waiting for you to let out a “Yes?” before continuing. “Wanna keep it low and just see what they do?”
At that, you grinned widely. “I’d love to.”
Some time after Vernon pointing out such similarities in what you and Mingyu liked, Wonwoo made his move, which you had been anticipating more than you’d probably admit. He started pointing out the similarities between you and Mingyu, or all the ways you two would work together even when you weren’t all that similar; opposites attract and all that.
“You like puppies and Mingyu practically is one,” Wonwoo pointed out at one point while drinking an energy drink, intently observing your reaction. You had almost choked on your tea at that - Mingyu truly was like a puppy, albeit an overgrown one, but what did that have to do with anything? Besides the fact that Wonwoo had practically brought up Mingyu in whatever conversation you had had that day, that was.
“I, uh, I know,” you managed to mutter with your cheeks heating up a little for a reason you couldn’t fathom, and Wonwoo looked satisfied, as if he had just gotten a confirmation that you liked Mingyu. Which, naturally, you did, just… a lot more than he thought.
When you told Mingyu about that, he snickered, looking at you in disbelief as he pulled you closer to him on your bed. “Really? Wonwoo said that?”
All you could do was nod while laughing heartily, hiding your face in Mingyu’s chest. “Yup, word to word.”
He shook his head, muttering “I can’t believe” while running his hand up and down your bare back. You grinned and said that you couldn’t, either, and lifted your face to catch a sweet kiss from Mingyu’s lips.
A couple of weeks passed with similar attempts to get you and Mingyu together, but none of those quite compared to what Jeonghan did one evening.
Jeonghan was snickering to himself when he came up to you when you were reading a book at the café nearby the dorm, and wasted no time in placing the question that had almost had your heart skipping a beat. “So, Y/N, what do you think of our Mingyu?”
You froze for a second and closed your book before lifting your face to Jeonghan, one eyebrow quirked. He insisted on getting an answer, ”just because he was curious”, and you did your best to give him one. “I mean… Mingyu’s really nice, I guess? He’s very funny and makes good food, that kind of a thing…”
What Jeonghan let out next was something you hadn’t quite expected - instead of giving you, say, a knowing look or “I see”, he had started flat-out advertising Mingyu. You got to hear how amazing and caring and sweet Mingyu was, all of which you already knew and loved about him, and Jeonghan went on an on about everything about Mingyu that was good and made him lovable. You listened to it all with a warm smile, your heart growing warmer with every little thing Jeonghan pointed out.
“I agree,” you said quietly when Jeonghan finally took a breath, and he raised his eyebrows before a grin spread to his lips, which definitely wasn’t a rare sight on his face. He was certain you were warming up to Mingyu; if only he had known just how much you already had.
However, out of all the members, the one that was the furthest from subtle when it came to trying to get you and Mingyu together would’ve been none other than Seungkwan. If he wasn’t pointing out to Mingyu how lovely you were, he was doing something as drastic as he did one evening when you were visiting the group at their dorm.
You were barely in the dorm when he dashed to the door and pulled you to the bedroom he shared with Seokmin and Joshua, closing the door behind you before he started ranting.
“Listen, Y/N, I’m so frustrated! Some people are just so dense and I have no idea how you can be so blind to your own feelings and–”
“Seungkwan, what’s wrong?” Unfortunately you had not realized what it was about until you asked that and he opened up.
“It’s Mingyu! He likes you so much and he doesn’t even realize! He talks about you the way you usually talk about someone you really like that way but he doesn’t do anything, and it upsets me because you two would be such a cute couple and–”
“Seungkwan,” you interrupted him while giggling, trying to make it seem more because of how awfully fast he was speaking while it was actually because Mingyu actually had done something about it, having been the one to come to you all awkwardly to tell you how much he liked you and that he was sorry if that made things weird (which it didn’t, because you were head over heels for him, too). “Are you really sure?”
Suddenly Seungkwan got all serious as he stared into your eyes intently. “You know that foolish grin he gets when he talks about like, his sister or puppy and all? He gets that on whenever someone as much as mentions your name.”
Okay, now, you might’ve felt very warm and fuzzy when he told you that, but you remained quiet as you nodded, cheeks more flushed than you thought they would be, and Seungkwan groaned dramatically.
“Oh, come on, you like him back?! Where is the problem?!”
There were countless of occasions where the members had done their best to get you two together. Sometimes it was Chan accidentally locking you in a room and “not being able to find the key”; sometimes it was Jihoon asking you to bring him something he had forgotten at the dorm, knowing that Mingyu was the only one there, and sometimes it was Jun making a lot of jokes about how you and Mingyu would be together. Some members took action, some stuck with just words, but nevertheless you got a whole lot of entertainment from it.
The fact, however, was that you and Mingyu were very much together, enjoying a relationship filled with humor, cuddles, deep conversations and quite a bit of enjoyable, heated sex, whether it was a quickie in your shower or on your living room couch, or a longer session in your bedroom or wherever.
You and Mingyu had been in the laundry room for a good while, having escaped there for some privacy while waiting for the washing machine to be ready, and your lips were locked in sloppy kisses. You were, as cliche as it was, sat down on the counter and he was standing between your legs, his hands having travelled up and down your legs multiple times as you had been making out.
With Mingyu’s hands tightening their grip on your hips, where they had been for quite some time, you teased his tongue with yours just as the laundry room door opened and Soonyoung barged in with some laundry in his arms, his eyes widening a shocking amount when he saw the two of you. Soon the shock became clear joy, though, with him practically throwing his arms in the air, the clothes flying to the floor long forgotten.
“Finally you two have found each other!”
Some other members started coming in, curious by the exclamation, and Mingyu separated from you while clearing his throat, giving his bandmates an amused look as he grinned and you got down from the counter, fixing your shirt with how low Mingyu had managed to get the neckline.
“Actually, finally you guys realize,” he said with a chuckle that turned into loud laughter when the members started squinting their eyes. “Y/N and I have been dating for six months.”
“So that time I asked you how you felt about Mingyu…” Jeonghan asked from you, eyes barely visible with how much he was squinting, and you nodded with a giggle.
“And that time I told you Mingyu liked you…”
“He gave me a good morning kiss that day,” you nodded at Seungkwan, and they all let out deep sighs in almost unison.