i like what i wore today

Being an INFP.

It’s hard to make friends.

So, i don’t know if i’m the only one to experience this. i may be, but i’ve heard it’s an INFP things. 

it’s really hard to make friends. No, i don’t mean school or work friends, who you talk to about the weather or who did what. i mean soul friends, the ones you can say anything to and can truly be yourself. i’m not even sure if i have a friend like that. My best friend is my soul sister, but i often feel as if my best friend is myself. 

So, why is it so hard to find another human being who you can just Be around? i think it’s the INFP’s disdain for shallow topics. i don’t want to talk about what that girl wore today. i want to talk about how animals dream, if a baby can believe in god, about space and the stars and if fictional characters are real. but no one ever seems to understand what i mean by this. no one but myself, that is. 

I have a total of four friends. By friend, I mean someone i go out of my way to spend time with. i have lots of friends at school and at work, but i don’t consider those to be true friends. and of my four friends, i don’t think a single one understands me on the level that i wished they did. my best friend, my soul sister, comes close, but not even she understands why i think the way i do most times. 

and this is a really lonely feeling. i just want someone, a friend or a lover, who can not only understand the wavelength i’m on, but respond and have the conversations that i want to have. maybe it’s because i’m an introvert and it’s hard for me to make new friends? but i think i just struggle to connect to people.  i can not connect with anyone, and i get upset and frustrated when i realize that no one understands me. it’s very lonely.

i want to meet more infp’s and see is this is a common occurrence. i’m not sure. my mind is so far up in the clouds, and it’s very frustrating to be told to come back to reality. reality is boring! reality is upsetting and unsettling. i want to live in my magical world, where everyone is kind and is motivated by the desire of a happy world. i want to live where money doesn’t matter, nature is free to grow as it pleases, and humans don’t kill each other. reality is stifling compared to this, and i don’t think i’m being naive to wish for this. 

gah. i feel alone and misunderstood. :(

i can tell when others are superficial and plastic, and i’m seen as rude for not wanting to be like these people. why do others care so much about popularity and “success”? it’s frustrating when everyone else around you craves these things you find insignificant, and it creates a barrier when you talk to people. you become afraid to speak about your thoughts, and everyone is so wrapped up in social media and texting to listen anyways. even if i tried to initiate conversation with friends, they’re all so glued to instagram and snapchat that they barely here me, let alone respond. it’s so isolating.

i crave connection so deeply sometimes i feel as if life is meaningless without it.

i crave connection but i can never find it. 

some height difference prompts
  • i’m always scaring you on accident because 1) i walk silently 2) you never see me coming because i’m literally over a foot shorter than you 3) you just really don’t pay any attention to anything below chin level do you 
  • you always put things on the top shelves because that’s pretty much eye level to you and so you think it makes sense but exCUSE ME, IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED YET I’M ACTUALLY THE SIZE OF A SEVENTH GRADE CHILD AND WHY ARE YOU PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE TOP SHELVES THAT’S BASICALLY A DIFFERENT ATMOSPHERIC LAYER TO ME YOU SENTIENT TREE
  • “how tall are you even??” “like six seven i think, idk” “what the fuck” 
  • i have to stand on a chair to be intimidating when i yell at you and you always start laughing at how ridiculous i look and damn it your cuTE LAUGH ISN’T GOING TO MAKE ME LESS ANGRY STOP HUGGING ME PUT ME DOWN I’M STILL MAD AT YOU
  • everyone seems to expect me to be some evil angry midget because i’m so short but i’m actually really chill, it’s my tall friend over there who’s pretty much satan 
  • stop being a snarky salt lord or i will elbow you in the crotch with no regrets. that’s what you get for being tall and an asshole. 
  • this is really awkward because i swear i know what your face looks like but i always recognize you by the top of your head and today you wore a hoodie/hat/coat so i was looking for you for about half an hour before you took off the hood/hat and i realized who you were

So, I wear a makau necklace, more commonly known as the fish hook necklace. My particular necklace looks like this:

I’ve worn one of these on and off for years. My dad first bought me one when I was fourteen and he visited Oahu for his grandmother’s funeral. It was a more traditionally styled one and I wore it for years before it finally broke on me.

My dad finally bought me a new one for my 25th birthday and I’ve worn it ever since.

And in all the years I’ve worn it, no one has ever known what the necklace was or what it represented before.

But today when I was at lunch, the girl that was taking my order smiled and said, “I really like your necklace. Is it the one from Moana?”

People are starting to recognize it as something from Polynesian culture and the ones who don’t, I now have the opportunity to ask, “have you seen Moana?” so that they have a visual idea of what I’m talking about when I explain it.

And that just makes me really happy.

No Regrets - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by little--batman

Summary: Soulmate!AU - When your soulmate gets hurt you receive a flower tattoo on your body on the same location they were wounded. Imagine (Y/N) having her whole left arm covered in flowers while Buckys whole hand was covered in them.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: There really isn’t any, unless you’re afraid of Bucky finding happiness. If you’re afraid of that I feel sorry for you.

A/N: First soulmate au?? Been wanting to do this one long before I started this blog??

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When Bucky grew up he didn’t have flowers on him like the other kids. Nobody ever knew that, of course, he was good looking enough to get whoever he wanted at his hip. That’s one main reason why he got along with Steve, Steve never got any either. They both believed maybe they weren’t destined to have a soulmate, of course there was the option that their soulmates maybe never have been hurt but it was a long shot.

After being woken up from his cryogenic stasis and retrieving most of his memories back he realized his whole right hand was covered in flowers. He never believed he had a soulmate but it registered in his head that his soulmate was from a different time period than what he was from. He soon also figured out that Steve also had the same issue; He had a soulmate but was destined to meet them after he woke up from his frozen state.

As for (Y/N)? She had millions of flowers. Some were randomly placed on her body, Bucky had them as well. But the ones that stood out the most were the full sleeve she had on her left arm. She often hid it but lately she began to flaunt it off. Her soulmate had to have had something messed with their whole left arm, it wouldn’t have been that hard to point out in public too. She always looked out for the left arms of strangers in public, but she never had good luck.

Not only that but (Y/N) constantly looked at the hands of people as well. She knew they would have flowers there. She wasn’t as normal and ordinary as others, she had powers that nobody else had. She hid them, she knew what happened to people after they showed others the gifts they possessed. She was practically a human torch, she could heat up anything she wanted. When she was younger she was practicing and accidentally burned her hands, it was so bad that she couldn’t use them for weeks and had to make up an excuse that she did it while cooking something. Of course everyone believed her because nobody thought of the alternative that she had super powers. She hated the way her hands looked, scars covered them from her wrist to the top of her fingers, she would never go anywhere without hiding them with gloves.

She was cleaning up the counters of her job in the middle of the day when an oddly large group walked in. She sighed to herself knowing she would have to take care of them because the only other person on duty was already at another table. (Y/N) was wearing a classic blue and white waitress outfit and her jacket, it was a chilly day so nobody obliged to her clothing choices. She often wore a jacket anyways, only due to the tattoos crawling up her left arm.

(Y/N) walked up to the table that the group had chose to sit at before preparing herself to take their orders. She flipped open her small notebook before taking the pen out of her pocket, plastering a fake smile on her face.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N). I’ll be your waitress today, if you need anything please run it by me! I can order your drinks if you would like and while I go make them I’ll give you time to choose what you’d like to order.” She gave a toothy smile before looking at everyone, waiting for someone to point out what they’d like to drink.

“I’ll just have a water, please.” The blonde male spoke up first and gave you a smile.

“Me too, I’d like a water.” His darker friend next to him ordered the same thing and thanked her shortly after.

“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake and my pal here would like a coffee, please.” A redhead clapped her hands before patting her older friend on the back, receiving a glare that soon turned into a joking smile.

“And you two?” (Y/N) looked at the two males who haven’t given a drink yet. One was looking at the menu while the other was staring off into his lap.

“I suppose you don’t have alcohol here, do you?” A bearded (and clearly) wealthy man gave her a look before setting the drink menu down.

“No sir. The only drinks we have are on that menu.”

“Then I’ll just have a shake as well. Make it a mint.”

She wrote down the drink before focusing her gaze on the quiet man. His head was down and his conscience clearly wasn’t with the rest of them. His long brown hair overlapped most of his face and a hat was covering his eyes. He wore a baggy black sweatshirt and gloves. If anything, he didn’t want to be there and it was very noticeable.

“He’ll have a water too, thanks.” The same blonde from earlier spoke up on the quiet mans behalf. She nodded with a smile before returning to behind the counter to make the drinks. She was almost done until a bit of the mint milkshake spilt onto the sleeve of her jacket. She cursed quietly to the point where only she could hear herself and removed her jacket, setting it in the back room before looking at her tattooed arm in disgust. She always wanted to flaunt her arm around but never while on the job. She mostly got bad looks from it and it often decreased her chances on a tip. If it meant less money, then she wasn’t a big fan.

She finished the drinks before placing them onto a tray and carrying them to the table with one hand. She set half of it down on the table and half balanced with her knee before she started to hand them out towards everyone. When she was finished she set the tray under her arm and pulled out her notebook once again to write down the orders of the group. She smiled to the few who thanked her for the drinks.

“Have enough time to figure out what you want to eat?” She put on the same fake smile as before. They ordered their food one after one and yet again the quiet man was the one that was last to order. She looked up at him only to realize his eyes were strongly fixated onto her arm. Her confidence completely dropped knowing the meaning behind his stare, every time a customer laid eyes onto her arm she felt insecure, she felt as if she should apologize like it was her fault, and so she did.

“I am so very sorry, sir. I’ll go put on my jacket.” She was about to quickly go throw on her stained jacket before he spoke up in a deep, raspy voice. It was the first words he had spoken since he entered the building.

Why do you wear gloves?” She stopped in her tracks and stared at his with wide eyes. By this point the rest of the group had realized why he was so interested in her arm and hands. They all shared the same look, they all wondered if this was Buckys soulmate.

“To hide what’s underneath.” Her eyebrows were furrowed at the mysterious man. She had to admit, she had no idea what his deal was. First he stares at her arm and then asks what she is hiding underneath the leather on her hands. Of course, she was oblivious to what was happening but perhaps it’s because she didn’t know what was under his left arms sleeve.

Buckys right arm pulled down the zipper of his jacket before tearing it off. At the same time he ripped off the gloves from his hands and stared at the flowers inked perfectly around his palms. (Y/N)’s eyes widen as she looked at the cybernetic limb connected to his body. His whole left arm was missing, and her whole left arm was covered. Bucky raised his human hand and showed her the printings on it, his eyebrow raised as he focused his gaze on her covered hands.

Overcoming her ego, she set the tray and notebook down on a nearby table before unbuckling the bucks on her gloves and sliding them off. Her hands were burnt beyond any recognition, if it weren’t for the obvious figure by her fingers and palms, you wouldn’t be able to tell it was actual human flesh. Bucky soon stood up and walked towards (Y/N).

“Come with me.” He whispered into her ear with a stern voice. She quickly caught on before grabbing her notebook and handing it to her co-worker. Her co-worker nodded in agreement, by the look on (Y/N)’s face she knew she needed a moment. She quickly thanked her before running out the front doors to meet up with the stranger who just so happened to possibly be her soulmate. When she walked out he had his hat in one hand balanced on his hip and his other was running through his hair. They stood there silently for a minute before he looked her in the eye and spoke up.

“I have a line of flowers on my lower back.” His hand went to the neck of his shirt before lifting up a bit to show the tattoo on his back. (Y/N)’s hand came to cover her mouth. It was the same scar she received when she was little, it reach from the lower part of her back to the middle. If she wasn’t wearing a dress she would have showed him then and there to prove to him.

You’re my soulmate.” She spoke through her hand. He hands dropped to his sides as he stared at face. He stared at every detail noticeable by the human eye before looking at her burnt hands covering her lips. He saw the way her nose perked out, the way her (Y/E/C) eyes stared at his. Her eyes were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he could stare at them for hours. He stared at her luscious (Y/H/C) hair and the way it was perfectly laying above her shoulders.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His hand hesitantly came up and caressed hers, overlapping her cheek. Within a second her hands snaked around the boys neck and pulled his body into a tight hug. His body tensed up from the contact but soon after he relaxed and put his around her waist. She set her head in the crook of his neck and smelt his amazing aroma. After a moment of standing there (Y/N) opened her eyes and saw his friends staring out the side window at them. She let out a small giggle before pointing into their direction.

When Bucky turned around he let out a big scoff before giving them the finger, his lips turned into a smile once he heard the beautiful, moment-stopping laugh escaping her lips. He grabbed her hand before giving it a kiss and staring at the scars left on her.

“You shouldn’t hide your hands, you know.”

“And you shouldn’t hide your arm.”

Bucky had stayed with (Y/N), sitting at the bar stool where she normally would be behind the stand. His friends soon left after eating and patted him on his back, knowing he was going to stay for a while. They talked all night like normal people having a normal conversation. He learned about her past and she learned about his.

“So why exactly did you feel the need to put your jacket on earlier when I was looking at your arm? And why do you wear the gloves? I mean I understand the looks you would get from people, I get them too when people see my arm but… I’m just asking why you care of what others think.”

She set the last dirty dish into the washer before turning it on and facing him. “It doesn’t give you the best reputation.” She removed the rubber gloves from her hands and placed them into the trash before lifting her hands and studying every crease and imperfection.

“I hate being known as the girl with the burnt hands. I hate receiving stares and sympathy looks. I hate walking down the street and hearing someone whisper ‘that really must have hurt’. People who want their food suspect that a well professional, that isn’t covered in ink and scars will serve them, hiding them not only satisfies their needs but it gets me more money. It’s just how business works.”

His hands reach for hers and brought them up to his lips. He kissed the top of her hand over and over and looked into her eyes.

“Don’t ever feel like you need to hide anything from me. You’re my soulmate and I wouldn’t want you any other way. Besides, your arm is my fault anyways. If I hadn’t lost my arm then-” (Y/N) smiled at him before cutting him off.

“Don’t. I wouldn’t want you any other way.” His teeth shined through and she mimicked his smile. They had been there hour after hour talking about anything and everything. It was the first time Bucky had truly opened up to someone and he didn’t regret it at all. He loved the way she would smile and laugh at any joke he said, whether it was funny or not. He loved the way she would give him a concerned and loving look after he shared a hurtful memory from his past. He loved the way she would listen to every word he would say, thoughtfully while simultaneously thinking of the perfect thing to say back. He wasn’t even suppose to originally come to this restaurant at first but Steve insisted, and he didn’t regret giving into his best friends wishes. He didn’t regret anything he did in his life because it all led up to this moment, the moment where he met the love of his life.

He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He didn’t regret a thing.

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Baekhyun’s comment: No wait ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ what is wrong with my shoes!!!!!…….. ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ it is possible that only my legs feel cold!!  ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Aeri-s are too much!!  ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

(t/n: he saw fans complaining about the shoes he wore to the airport today. so he posted a comment about it ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ)

this was the shoe he wore:

it seems that he really liked this pair of shoes because a year ago a fan bumped into him trying on the same design:

160725 Fan account: I bumped into Baekhyun while i was shopping in Gangnam. Baekhyun tried on this pair of shoes but he didn’t buy it. However, i bought it. :) 

Sappy Mushy Romantic-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Reader sucks at getting sleep, but her boyfriend’s shirt keeps her warm n cozy (”is that my shirt?” prompt, requested). Basically fluff with little to o plot, its literally less than 500 words bc I couldn’t think of a creative or original plot so enjoy my sucky writing! hope you like it @ anon!!!

Warnings: none, unless swearing counts

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An irritating buzzing sound was the first thing I heard when I woke up Friday morning. I groaned in protest at my alarm clock, blindly reaching for my phone and checking the time.6:15
Great, I had literally only gotten two hours’ worth of sleep. Today was going to suck ass.
I sat up in my bed, yawning, and staring at the wall across my room for a solid minute before getting up and grabbing some clothes from my closet, throwing little to no effort in what I wore. Today’s pick was a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a navy-blue sweater. Not far from what I usually wore, except a little more boyish and the sweater was huge on me. I tiredly made my way to my bathroom, brushing my teeth and putting my hair up, and doing a very minimal amount of makeup, just some mascara and concealer, really. I had stayed up all night, but that was my business, and I didn’t need people poking and prodding and asking questions.
There was a knock at my door before my boyfriend, Jughead Jones, stuck his head in.
“Hey, I’m a bit early today, but I have some news about Jas- Is that my shirt?” I raised my eyebrow and looked back down at the sweater, realization hitting me.
“Huh, guess it is.” I shrugged my shoulders, too tired to be embarrassed.” I can change if you w-“
“No! No, no, it’s okay, really.” Jughead smiled, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.” I mean, you should wear it, it looks nice, really brings out your eyes…..” Jughead trailed off, scratching the back of his neck.
“Is the Jughead Jones suggesting that his girlfriend play the disgustingly cheesy wear-your-boyfriend’s-clothes card?” I taunted, stepping closer to my boyfriend. Jughead scoffed unconvincingly, sputtering.
“Please? Me? You’re crazy.” Jughead crossed his arms.
“Oh, Juggie.” I sighed happily, uncrossing his arms and intertwining his fingers with mine.” Underneath that cold, hard, edgy exterior you cover yourself in, there’s a sappy, mushy romantic, begging to break out.” I teased my boyfriend, standing on the tips of my toes and pressing my lips lightly to the bottom of his jaw, the only place I could reach.
“We should get going, I wanna go to Pop’s and get breakfast.” Jughead tilted his head down to look at me, a slight smile playing on the ends of his lips. I leaned against his chest, puckering mine slightly. Jughead rolled his eyes, the smile becoming bigger, and leaned down to give me a quick kiss. I grabbed my backpack from my bed and followed my boyfriend down the stairs and out my front door, walking hand in hand to our favorite diner.

Dance Dads // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: family fluff, domestic fluff, just fluff in general, parent!phan, jealous!dan

Words: 3.0k

Relationship status: Married

Warnings: none

Summary: At Emily Lester’s dance classes, she notices that some of her classmates’ mums like to compliment her papa, who always comes with her to rehearsals. Don’t they know that’s her daddy’s thing to do to her papa?

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BTS Reaction to You SC’ing Them in Their Shirt While They’re at Work

Request:  Hi! Could I please get a bts reaction to you Snapchating them at work wearing only their shirt?? ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

Namjoon

Unable to hide his growing smirk as soon as he opened your message, he responded back with a photo of him biting his lip, captioned: “So you’re being naughty today huh? You better still be wearing just that by the time I get home.

Yoongi

Once he tapped the square by your snapchat name, his eyebrows raised in surprise before a grin spread throughout his face. He excused himself from the other boys and headed straight to the bathroom, proceeding to show you just how badly your picture effected him.

I think I’d like it if you wore just my shirts more often.”

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[[request prompt: Can I request a Peter x reader where she’s the new girl and her and Pete accidentally wear the same nerdy shirt on her first day? and it keeps happening randomly over and over that the whole school thinks they’re a couple and ships them??]]

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{Find x}

Midtown High, a school filled with vastly intelligent students where everyone was expected to take AP and Honors courses.

You honestly did not belong here. That was all you could think about as you stared up at the open gates leading to your new school.

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BTS Reacts: You Ignoring Them Because of Something They Said

Kim Namjoon

They would be in an interview and the MC would start asking about his relationship. Y/n was watching because she was a supportive girlfriend of course. “So you live with your girlfriend? What’s that like?” They would ask and Namjoon would chuckle. “I guess it’s good, she can be a bit bratty sometimes but it’s alright.” For some reason that really made her mad, he just said that on air and everyone just watched it. Y/n didn’t text, call, or contact him all day but he would try to contact her. Not really sure why she was upset with him, she would get tired and finally answer his call with an annoyed and angry tone. “Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something to upset you? You’re always like this y/n, either in a shitty mood or a horny mood. There is no winning with you. You’re such a brat. Hello? Y/n? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that, just please say something to me. Y/n I’m worried and I don’t know what’s happened? Y/n? That’s it I’m coming home.”

Kim Seokjin

Y/n would be sitting at home on the couch with her earphones in while she listened to her music loudly. She would be eating some sort of junk food when she heard Jin she thought he was talking to her and turned down her music only to over hear him talking to one of the members on the phone in the kitchen. “Y/n? She’s doing good. She just doesn’t do much except listen to her music and eat junk food. I’m not saying that she’s fat but she will put on weight if she doesn’t eat healthy. Okay, fine yes she has put on some weight but I can’t tell her that!”

Min Yoongi

Yoongi was one to talk, he would spend all day working in his studio and it annoyed y/n so much. One day she was on her way in to ask if he was coming to bed and overheard him talking to Jimin about something. “So, how are things between you and y/n? You guys in the sheets?” He would tease but that was Jimin towards Yoongi. “I mean–she’s just really boring lately. All she does is read and when I’m in the mood she gets all pissy and I ask if she’s on her period and she gets even more pissy and storms out. I’m just asking, I don’t speak ‘boring’.”

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok was a sunshine. He never would shit talk his partner unless something was really bothering him. He would be in the studio with Tae and just dancing, y/n would come by to visit him and over hear them talking. “Y/n, she’s just a little too clingy for my liking. She follows me around, and sometimes I need me time. I love her to death but I just wish she wasn’t always following me like a lost puppy.” Of course being the klutz y/n was she would drop whatever she was holding catching the attention of the two and quickly run out with her stuff, Hoseok chasing after her to apologise. “Baby! Baby I’m so sorry just let me explain. Open the door please, I need to see you. Please, I know what I said and I swear I didn’t mean it. Please, y/n I love you so much.”

Kim Taehyung

He would be more confronting in a way, simply telling y/n she needs to stop being so bitchy and boring lately. That would piss y/n off more. “Why are you acting like a child? I do so much for us a both and all you do is stomp your feet and act like you’re two? Grow the fuck up y/n.” After his harsh words his face would soften and y/n would be on the verge of tears. “I’m going for a walk.” Was the only thing she would say. “Wait y/n wait, I didn’t meant to say that. Please don’t run off. When are you coming back? Take your coat it’s cold outside. I think I should go with you. No I don’t want to lose you. Anything could happen to you.”

Park Jimin

Y/n had been over hearing Jimin’s conversations lately. Usually when he was talking with the other members or something but she had to if it was about her and most of the time it was. “Y/n just isn’t much fun anymore. She just does nothing, the only time we do something fun is when we have sex but other than that there’s nothing.” Y/n always took note of what he was saying, trying to improve herself in some way. “Hey babe wanna go to the park today?” She would ask with a picnic basket in her arms as she wore a flower dress. Jimin would be confused and pull her down to the couch to straddle his lap. “You heard didn’t you? I’m sorry baby, I just want to see you happy and enjoying life. I don’t like seeing you inside all day just reading. We need to live more. You still up for that picnic?”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would be on live TV when he was asked by the MC about IU. Y/n knew he had a thing for her and she was still sure he still does. “So do you still have a crush on IU even though you are with y/n?” They would ask and Jungkook would sigh but chuckle. “Yeah, I mean she’s gorgeous and I’ve always had a thing for her. She’s just an amazing idol and I praise her.” After that y/n didn’t talk to Jungkook, they had gone a few days without contact when one of the members asked Jungkook while he was playing overwatch, “Hey, I thought you’d be at y/n’s place today. Isn’t it a bit strange she hasn’t texted you in the past four days?” Namjoon would point out but Jungkook already knew she hadn’t been texting him since he was checking his phone constantly to see if he had gotten any from her. He would call her but it would go to voice mail. “Hey baby, I don’t know what’s up but please call me back. I’m worried about you, I don’t want you to do anything stupid. Call me back when you get this…I love you.”

ETCHED || 04

PAIRING: jung hoseok x y/n

GENRE: angst, soulmate au, gang!bts

SERIES WARNINGS: smoking, alcohol, [ slight ] sexual harassment, crime, vulgar language, gore

WORD COUNT: 1,344

A/N: i didn’t expect this chapter to end up like it did but i think it’s pretty good! in other news, i’m seeing fall out boy in concert tomorrow! i’m super excited and my young emo self is quaking. i love you guys endlessly

SUMMARY: just like a story, the world has a plan for everyone. that plan is simple: find your soulmate, and begin your life. y/n never found life that simple, being that the mark never appeared on her wrist. a rare occurrence, and it itself told a tale. her soulmate is one in a few billion, and their bond would be everlasting. the only problem? hoseok is a member of the most wanted gang in the south korea, and he will do anything to have his soulmate by his side.

MASTERLIST || PROLOGUE | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04


Threatening was no longer a word I used to describe Hoseok in regards to whenever he was around me. Nights whenever I felt unsafe or scared, I would find myself walking beside him. He was always near, something I thought out to be fiction when he had said it. I felt myself growing more comfortable around the man who in which I was supposed to feel the opposite around. He spoke gently whenever he was around me, which was more intimidating than the voice he had first approached me with. I frequently wondered about what he knew, and why he changed his tone around me.

Walking beside the man who was deemed my soulmate, I couldn’t help but wonder how he knew so much about me. Even my closest friends did not know the information he probably held onto. I looked down at his shabby converse, not noticing anything irregular about them besides the fact that he should probably get new ones. I wore his jacket for what felt like the millionth time, but in reality it had only been the fifth or so. His jacket always smelled of expensive cologne, not too strong, though; perfect, you could say.

“How was your day?” Hoseok spoke softly, gazing in my direction as he kept his hands in his pockets.

“Uneventful,” I responded. Hoseok nodded, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips that he once used to terrify me with. I looked ahead of me, knowing that the walk today will be much longer than all of them previously. I sometimes wondered how much a car would cost, but often times I reminded myself that my rent was more important. “How was your day? You never speak about yourself, and I would like to know what you’re up to, being that you’re so curious about me.”

Hoseok faced me, his eyebrows furrowed. I saw the expression on his face, and I was basically told without words that I shouldn’t ask that question. I gulped and turned back to my feet, lowering my shoulders. Hoseok didn’t say anything, knowing I got what he wanted to say. I bit my tongue as we walked, feeling the tension between us that I had caused. I regretted ever asking, similarly to how I resented that party ever occurring. Hoseok let out a small sigh, and I knew that he was trying to let his frustrations out without exploding me by using his vulgar words.

“Are my eyes deceiving me? Is that one of the three leaders of BTS with a girl? If I am correct, we killed off his sister and mother, so the only woman he could ever be with would have to be his soulmate!”

Hoseok instantly grabbed my arm with certain strength that I forgot he possessed. My breath hitched as he pulled me behind him, his hand slightly loosening it’s grip, having heard a small squeal of pain escape my lips. I felt my heart speed up as I was unable to move or look around Hoseok. He stood deathly still, and I could see the fear his body owned because of his appearing veins on his revealed arms. My wrist was still covered thanks to his jacket that I wore, but it was easily said that I was Hoseok’s soulmate by the way he handled me. I heard a chuckle belonging to whoever spoke, and I took my free hand and clutched onto the back of Hoseok’s black shirt. The shirt that I once saw as being loose was now tight on him, his muscles showing more than ever. Hoseok’s grip loosened more, his thumb rubbing over the skin of my wrist.

“If you think you’ll ever lay a hand on her, you’re completely fucking wrong,” Hoseok breathed. Shaking his head, I felt his thumb motion up and down towards something. Glancing down, I avoided my tears and noticed the bulge in his back pocket. He was telling me to grab whatever it was, and I felt myself freeze. I knew what the object was, and I hadn’t ever handled one with the purpose of hurting another person. His thumb pressed down on my skin more vigorously as he continued, making sure to distract whoever was on the other side of him. “I’ll be dead before you can do anything to her.”

I slowly lifted my free hand and then grabbed the metal handle of the knife, observing as Hoseok’s body relaxed. I felt myself shaking as I held onto something far too familiar with Hoseok. He released his grip on me completely, holding his hand out. I then placed the knife in his hand, and I’m certain he felt how uneasy I was. I lastly took the hand that once held onto what might possibly take another man’s life, and placed it on Hoseok’s back. He breathed out.

“You’re not that smart.”

A cry of pain escaped me as my body was pulled away from Hoseok’s. My mouth was covered quickly, and I watched as Hoseok faced me with almost inhuman speed that I had never seen before. Rage filled his eyes as the arms around me tightened, miles worse than Hoseok did previously. I saw the face of who had spoken, my vision going blurry due to the tears leaving my eyes. He stood behind Hoseok with a smirk that was far more wicked than Hoseok had ever seemed. I cried out, trying to get out of the person’s grip but failing. Hoseok didn’t glance back, and that’s when gunshots ran out.

The man dropped dead.

“If you hold her that tight to you ever again you’ll be on the ground with blood surrounding you,” Hoseok stated as he walked over to me. The arms immediately left my waist, and the hand was removed from my mouth. Hoseok then wrapped his strong arms around me, gently placing his hand on the top of my head. I clutched onto his shirt as he talked to whoever once held onto me. I felt my body shaking because of more than one reason.

“She’s staying with us tonight,” Hoseok told someone. I heard a familiar voice, and knew it belonged to Namjoon. Hoseok’s hand grazed up and down my back, comforting me the most he could. He was obviously trying to calm me down despite the situation in which he was giving directions to others. “Jungkook, open the car door; Namjoon, tell Jin that we have to stop by Y/N’s place. Tonight is the beginning of a long and tortuous journey that is the cost of finding her. We won’t cower at any person who wants to manipulate me by using her.” I heard a car door open, and then Hoseok pulled back to which his eyes met mine, and I noticed the worry he possessed.

“You’re okay,” Hoseok spoke. “You did exactly what you were instructed to do. This was probably the worst thing to happen in a while, and I’ll make sure you don’t have to contribute in the murder of another next time. This was unplanned, Y/N. We’re lucky that Jungkook and Namjoon were around, because if they weren’t this would have ended much worse. You’re going to stay with us for tonight, but don’t worry because you can have your own r—”

“Hoseok, she didn’t get the sting.”

“The sting? What stin—” Hoseok’s face turned white, and then it hit me as well. Like a ton of bricks, information deemed upon me that Hoseok had gripped onto me too tight. I would never feel the electricity that soulmates share with one another again, because he had tried to protect me. My mind was full of thoughts as Hoseok moved quickly, placing his hand on the small of my back, which had no affect on me, and lead me to the car. I was in utter shock, not knowing how to respond as I sat between a boy I had never met, and a boy who stole what others say is the vital necessity for discovering what your soulmate means to you.

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anonymous asked:

Today I wore my sloth or chocolate croissant shirt to school and when I got to history the girl I really like wanted to see it so she made her way across the room to open up my jacket and take a look. She said it was cute and I was like yeah its my fav. Next think I know she looks up and says," I guess you could say its memeingful to you," before winking and walking away. Now I'm sitting here 5 hours later and I'm still dying. Please help my smol gay heart.

what is it with wlw and being fucking useless around pretty girls?? someone save us

Apartment 5108 // 16

Apartment 5108 — ft. Oh Sehun
// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language — in later chapters

A/N: It’s long (19,000ish words) and I’m sorry. This chapter is more of closing loose ends but nevertheless—please read with low expectations. 

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16

I remember staring back at Sehun that night.

I remember his imploring request to believe in him one last time. I remember his each and every sentiment sinking deep into the well of my heart and I remember how all of my words were lost beyond grasp while I listened to his final plea.

‘Believe in me.

Believe in me one last time, Ahri.’

It wasn’t hearing the four letters to my name muting my lips or hushing my thoughts. It was his determination in expressing how he was trying to do better—to be better than the man he once was.

Sehun finally showed me progress. He displayed his will to become someone far different than the man I lived with months ago and he was a person untethered to his past just as I have moved forward from mine.

It’s all I ever wanted from him.

It’s all I ever wanted to see from him.

For countless moments, I tied myself to the quiet night. I was unable to summon any sensible reply in head or heart. I remained without speech and could only watch as Sehun mirrored my voiceless actions. My stillness became his own while he patiently waited for my response.

And all I could give him, all I could answer with was a nod void of any sound or noise. Every small movement I made was filled with a myriad of emotions traversing through my skin and bones. They were heavy feelings I inwardly felt but couldn’t translate nor properly convey into letters or sentences. It was a mixture of uncertainty, worry, but also wonder and curiosity in how he’s going to show me precisely what I always longed for in this lifetime—

Love.

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Bts reacts to you wearing something sexy

*Requested*


Seokjin:

You both would being just lounging around the house as usual, but today would be the hottest day ever! So to make sure you didn’t melt you wore super short shorts, and a tight crop top(no bra). You didn’t realize what you were doing to him, he’d sneak looks at you about every 3 seconds. He could see your nipples and the outline of your ass.

“jagi….what are you wearing? I mean I like it but..lets go to the bedroom and…shower”(theres a bathroom in your room)

Yoongi:

Being known as basically soulless yoongi was not very expressive of his feelings. He would ask why you were wearing such a..tight fitting bathing suit. He wouldn’t show it very much but all day he was checking you out, he’d drop hints every now and then.

“Y/n I don’t like that on you” or “Lets go home and do something else”

Hoseok:

He would be very straight forward telling you looked sexy as hell in that silk maroon dress. After the party he’d praise you so much for looking like that. He’d immediately guide you to the bedroom and tell you exactly what he wants.

“You look really hot, I want to go do something in the bedroom, care to join me?”

Namjoon:

Just like Hoseok he’d be very straight forward, you guys would probably not show to the dinner you were going to.

“Jagi, you look to good to go out. Lets do something you would look perfect for” he’d wink

Jimin:

Half mochi half Park Jimin, all turned on. He’d most likely be shy about telling you what he wants, he’d tell you, you looked really good but nothing else. You would have to figure it out, like when you looked down to see his bulge growing. Your cocktail dress would be the death of him.

“you look really good Y/n, umm I will be right back..you want to h-help? ok..as long as i’m in charge”

Taehyung:

He’d like to show you off as much as he could, telling his distant friends how great your body was, or how truly hot you looked in a shower lowkey getting hard.. When you get home he would fuck you till you couldn’t remember your name.

“ Yea she’s great, especially in the shower or in bed” *home* “jagi you have to help me, talking about you really got to me”

Jungkook:

Just like Jimin he’d be shy but when he saw your black lace underwear he’d be Jungcock in 0.2 seconds, touching you all over, rubbing his bulge against your ass until you’d say yes. Then the praise began.

“ Jagi,why are you wearing a skirt you never wear skirts…you look,really sexy, and you even wore my favorite set what a good girl you are, you should get a treat..”

Credits to the gif owners If used credit me

There’s no way jungkook got his jacket cleaned in just a day right? unless his cordi noona got it done for him. Uhh but I believe their stylists had let them don their own outfits yesterday. Jimin was spotted wearing THE SAME jacket, which fyi belongs to Jeon Jungkook -who had once stated he doesn’t like sharing clothes- today on his outing with Jin. If it’s still not washed, doesn’t this mean Jungkook’s scent was still on that jacket when Jimin wore it? Jungkook’s perfume? sc-scent? lingering on Jimin?

We Fell in the Sun

 Description: 3 Times that someone got snapshots into your and Peter’s relationship and the one time they didn’t, but should have.

A/N: So because I’m shitty at descriptions this is basically just a little imagine about the reader’s and Peter’s relationship through different perspectives. I had fun writing this lil imagine and as always like and reblog!! Also leave comments about what you liked/didn’t liked/what could be better! Those are always welcome. Also requests are always open, any type of requests come in my ask box and ask! Title from Big Grams song Fell in the Sun which you should definitely go listen to bc its amazing and happy. Ok sorry for this long note! 

Characters: Peter ParkerxReader; OC; May Parker; Tony Stark 

Warnings: None that I can think of :)

Maggie Wheeler prided herself on her ability to always be on time. She was punctual, the actual thought of making someone wait made her sick. It might have come from her need to please everyone she ever encountered in her life. And to some that might seem like a hectic life to live, but it calmed her down. Having a schedule and planning everything out left no surprises. So when she woke up this morning on her very own, with no alarm blaring that obnoxious ringtone from her iPhone, she was already suspicious. Despite always getting up at the same time everyday, she still had to set at least five alarms to officially get her up in the morning, especially when she stayed up until 3 working on that poster project for her 7th period English class. Checking her phone she realized it was actually dead and so she picked up her wrist watch checking the time. She quickly shot out of bed when she realized that she had about a half an hour to get ready and get to school. And that was the start of her hectic, not so planned out morning.

Rounding the corner of Midtown, it was unusually quiet, which was to be expected. The final bell had rang already and five minutes had passed. Maggie had actually never been late a day in her life. She never heard the hallway so quiet and it wasn’t until she reached that little alcove three feet away from her locker, she realized she wasn’t alone. If it hadn’t been for the small breathy giggle, she would have walked right past them, but she heard and it made her stop in her tracks.

There sitting in the slightly closed off area was Y/N and Peter Parker. Peter was sitting on the ledge of the alcove with Y/N in standing in between his legs and he was looking up at her like she created the very idea of being in love. Their backpacks left forgotten next to them.

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Bill Skarsgard Imagine

Bill Skarsgard x reader

Requested: “Can you make onr where me and Bill have been dating dor a year but i am feeling insecure about my body and he doesnt know and when we start to make out and he wants to touch me i stop him and he gets concerned and we fight cause iwont tell him and later on we make up and i tell him whats wfong and we make up? :)”

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You awoke to the sun shinning through the curtains, birds chirping, and the smell of bacon. You smiled to yourself because today was Bill and yours 1 year anniversary. You and him lived in a small apartment in Sweden. You living together sort of just happened. You guys were traveling together and next thing you know you’re living with him.

You heard footsteps coming up to the door and saw Bill holding a tray with a plate with eggs, toast and bacon on the side.

He walked into the room and saw that you were awake, “Ahhhh, you’re up.”

“I smelt bacon and got excited,” you said and chuckled. All he did was smile.

“I made you breakfast. I know that you’re usually the one to do it but I thought today that I’d make you something.” You just smiled at him and sat up while he walked over to you, “I just thought that because you’re always treating me so greatly that I’d treat you for once.” Bill sat down on the bed and put the tray of food down inbetween you and him.

“You always give me treats. You take me to places that I never thought I’d go, you treat me just fine.” All Bill did was smile.

He pushed the tray of food to the other side of the bed and crawled on top of you and started kissing you. You put your hands in his hair and you smiled into the kiss. His hands started to roam your body and that’s when you pulled away. You grabbed his hands and pushed them off of you causing him to sit up.

“Are you alright?” Bill asked you, looking at you curiously.

You were hesitant to respond, not wanting him to know that you were insecure about your body. You’ve been dating for  1 year now and you still felt uncomfortable around him. You didn’t like changing in front of him. You never wore skin tight clothes like other girls did because you didn’t think you were pretty enough. Or good enough.

You quickly nodded your head, “Yeah, I’m fine,” you put on a fake smile, “I just want to take a shower first that way I don’t smell awful through the day.”

Bill nodded, “What about breakfast?”

“I’ll eat it when I come out of the shower.” Bill just nodded. A bit hurt but hiding it well. He watched as you got up and looked at you curiously.

“Oh, y/n, what did you want to do today before 6 p.m.”

You turned around to look at him, “Before 6 p.m., what’s at 6?”

“I have reservations to a resturant.”

You just nodded and smiled, “What are we doing before then?”

He just shrugged, “Anything you want.”

You looked at him and smiled, “Let me think about it,” and with that you disappeared into the bathroom.

Once you finished with the shower you ate the breakfast that Bill made you. Not romanticly because you had to ruin it with being self conscious of yourself. You took the tray into the kitchen and walked into the living room where you saw Bill laying dramaticly on the couch.

“What are you doing?” You asked Bill with a smile.

He looked up at you with a smirk on his face, “Oh you know, living life to the fullest.”

You just laughed, “Can I live life to the fullest with you,” you started to smirk, “Because it looks like you’re having so much fun.” He brought his arms out and beckoned you to come towards him. You walked towards him and he pulled you down with him causing you to scream.

“Bill!” All he did was laugh.

“Is that how we’re spending our anniversary?” You asked smiling.  

“I mean, lately we’ve been away for work, so yes, this is how we’re spending out anniversary. If you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. As long as I’m with you, I don’t mind.”

For half the day you guys watched romance comedy movies with each other, mostly ones with Drew Barrymore and Adam Sandler, because to you they created the best romcoms.

Right now you were watching 50 first dates. You were looking at the TV while Bill was just staring at you. You turned you’re head to look at him.

“What?”

“Nothing, you’re just really beautiful.” You looked down blushing. He put his hand under your chin and lifted your head up so he could look you in the eyes. You guys just stared, admiring each other. He leaned forward and you did the same and started to make up. He was on top of you again. He let his hands roam your body again and just like before you pushed his hands away. He looked at you confused.

“I need to go get ready for dinner,” you said and got up and headed to the bathroom. Bill sat on the couch angry. Every time he tried to touch you always pulled away and shoved him off. He was raised to respect women and that’s what he did with you. He respected your wishes not to be touched but it grew tiring. At the beginning of the relationship he thought that that was okay to be nervous around each other but a year in yu should have gotten used to it or at least comforable around each other.

You were in the bathroom putting on make up when Bill stood in the doorway leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.

“Why can’t I touch you?” He asked quietly. You put down your makeup and looked at him.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act dumb, I get that you don’t want me to touch you intimately but I can’t even put my hands around your waist with out you flinching. We’ve been together for a year, don’t you trust me?”

“Bill please….” you began to say but Bill cut you off. You didn’t want to fight with him on your guys anniversary.

“Why aren’t you answering the question!”

“Fine! I do trust you but…..”

“But what? Why aren’t you talking to me? A relationship is built on trust, don’t you trust me.”

“Bill I already told you I trusted you….”

“Why are you lying?”

“I’m not lying, me not wanting you to touch me has nothing to do with trust.”

“Really? Because what it looks like is you won’t let me touch you because you don’t trust me that I’ll still love you. You don’t trust me, in fact you think that if I see what’s under your clothes that I might think I can do better!”

All you did was stared at him, hurt. You were so confused on what Bill was trying to say to you, “Are you saying that you could do better?” Out of rage Bill screamed yes. All you did was look down.

“Y/n I swear I didn’t mean that.” He started walking to you but you shook your head pushing him away. You were in so much emotional pain that you were crying your eyes out.

“Darling, I swear I didn’t mean to say that,” Bill started but this time you cut him off.

“Then what are you trying to say Bill? Because to me it’s very clear that you’re just disgusted of me.”

“I’m not, I’d never be, you’re body is not why I fell for you.” All you did was shake your ehad wanting to be alone.

“I want to be alone Bill,” you told him has you sat down against the tub.

“Please not on our…”

“You’re the ones who started it on our day!” you yelled at him, “so just go,” you said more softly.

Bill left you alone and closed the bathroom door on his way out.

You just sat there against the tub crying your eyes out. This was not supposed to happen today. All you could do was blame yourself. Why did you have to be insecure about yourself? You saw al the other girls on the magazine and they looked prettier than you, even more fit than you and you were jealous that no matter what you did, you didn’t look like that.

You had been crying against the tub for a good hour when you heard something against the door. You didn’t mind it but when you turned your head you saw red stuff. You began to worry. Why was there red stuff outside the bathroom door? You heart started to race. Was it Bills blood, but you knew it couldn’t be because if it was blood it would be coming into the bathroom. And the red didn’t look liquid enough.

You opened the door to see rose petals on the floor leading out of the bedroom. You began to follow the trail until you ended up outside wher eyou saw Bill dumping rose petals all over the backyard.

All you did was smile. No matter how many times or no matter what Bill did to hurt your feelings you could never stay mad at him. You ran outside to where Bill was and hugged him from behind. He tensed up and then dropped the bucket with the rose petals and turned around until you were facing each other. He wrapped his arms around you and just held you.

“I’m so sorry,” Bill whispered repeatedly into your ear. You guys stayed like that for a few minutes till you looked up at him.

“I love you,” you said to him, “and it’s not your fault it’s me.”

“Don’t blame yourself, I should’ve waited till you were ready.”

You guys just stared at each other.

“We have a dinner to get ready for,” you said to Bill.

“I cancelled it.”

“What?” You looked at Bill shocked.

“I didn’t cancel it but I sent Alexander and Gustaf to the restaurant instead.” All you did was laugh.

“I want to dance to a song with you, y/n. Is that okay?” All you did was nod. He got his laptop and put on Ed Sheeran’s song “PERFECT”. 


You and him danced slowly to the song while he just admired you. Nothing could’ve been more perfect than to be here together.