if anyone can make us smile

A Personal Connection

Author: @sebastianstandoffish

Pairing: Reader (She/Her) x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky may or may not have a crush on Steve’s PA.

Word Count: 5,551

Category: Fluff/Very light smut 

Warnings: Cursing (per usual), some smutty stuff but not all that explicit (STILL 18+), etc.

A/N: A whole month! Time really flies. This was going to include more explicit smut scenes in it, but, after some deliberation, I’ve decided to put that into a separate work. It’ll be a continuation of this with actual smut in it. Hopefully the separation doesn’t disrupt too much and also allows readers that a) don’t enjoy reading explicit smut and b) don’t connect with an explicitly biologically female reader can still enjoy the story. Thank you for reading and understanding!

She had started out as a way to appease Tony, who had insisted that Steve needed a personal assistant. Stark blathered on and on about how much his life had changed after getting a PA and how maybe a little help with coordinating and the day to day tasks would “remove the stick from that star-spangled ass.”  

So, Steve had caved and asked Pepper to set up a couple of interviews with people interested in the job. After a parade of ecstatic fans and sexual propositions, he was just about ready to give up.

Instead, at the end of a very long day of being ogled and fawned over, (Y/N) had appeared with a rose-scented resume and two popsicles she’d bought from the street-vendor outside the Tower. Her smile was sweet and her eyes kind, a little wide at the opulence of the Stark equipment, but not predatory like the previous applicants.

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Send me numbers!

1: What would you name your future daughter?
2: Do you miss anyone?
3: What if I told you that you were pretty?
4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?
5: What are you looking forward to in the next week?
6: Did you go out or stay in last night?
7: How late did you stay up last night?
8: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?
9: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?
10: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?
11: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?
12: Have you pretended to like someone?
13: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?
14: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?
16: Think back five months ago, were you single?
17: Have you ever cried from being so mad?
18: Hold hands with anyone this week?
19: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?
20: Who did you last see in person?
21: What is the last thing you said out lot?
22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?
23: Have you ever been to Paris?
24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?
25: Do you use chap stick?
26: Who did you last share a bed with?
27: Are you listening to music right now?
28: What is something you currently want right now?
29: Were your last three kisses from the same person?
30: How is your heart lately?
31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?
32: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
33: What do people call you?
34: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?
35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?
36: What are you listening to right now?
37: What is wrong with you right now?
38: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?
39: Do you make wishes at 11:11?
40: What is on your wrists right now?
41: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?
42: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?
43: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
44: Have you hugged someone within the last week?
45: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?
46: What were you doing at midnight last night?
47: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
48: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
49: Have you ever been to New York?
50: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

Homestuck Beach Headcanons

John: hot sand hot sand hot sand *makes it to the water* cold water cold water cold water (this goes on for like an hour before he settles finally). Brought one of those fake shark fins and straps it to the top of his head. He fools no one. Brought approximately 53 kites and loses All of them because Dave said “hey I bet your kites can’t hold up against your windy thing”. He was right. Tells Karkat that the ocean speaks to ppl through conch shells, he holds one up to his ear, nods, “sorry Karkat, the ocean says you’re an idiot”. Karkat is horrified and John is dying trying to keep a straight face.

Dave: has a SBAHJ swimsuit and a SBAHJ surfboard. Challenges Jade to a surf-off. “Are you sure, Dave? I’ve had a lot of practice and it’s not as easy as it looks! I’ve got it, Dave reassures her. How difficult can it be. She warned u, bro. She warned u about the surf. He does not get back in the water. Fills a bucket with crabs of various shapes and sizes throughout the day, at the end he calls Karkat over to where he’s standing by the waters edge. Hey. Hey Karkat. Look what I found. He pours the crabs out at Karkat’s feet. Karkat looks unsettled. Dave. Where did you even find all these crabs Dave. They’re your children Karkat. I did this for you.

Jade: spends the whole day in the water and also she is a surf goddess did I mention that? Doesn’t put any sunscreen in and everyone is concerned but she barely even tans. After getting out of the water she does the Wet Doggo Shake™ Jade can u pls just warn us before u do that pls you’re getting us all soaking wet. Smells suspiciously like wet dog but everyone is too polite to point it out. Helps Dave collect his crabs bc she has an uncanny knack for finding them (she’s sniffing them out with her doggy nose but doesn’t tell Dave bc she wants to show off).

Rose: builds sand castles with Kanaya bc Kanaya is deadass terrified of the ocean. They surpass sandcastle tbh it’s more like a sand palace. Rose found a bunch of nice purpley shells to decorate with and also some rocks that look suspiciously arcane and vaguely powerful. High tide somehow wipes out the group’s chairs but doesn’t touch the sandcastle. Hm. Chastises Dave for building dicks out of the sand. Is there something you’d like to tell us, Dave? *Dave sweating* what’s a penis I don’t even know anyone named Karkat. Rose smiles innocently. Of course not. Throughout the day, Rose brings water for Kanaya to drink and also to dump on her so she can regulate her body temperature. Since she’s a cold-blood her body temp is lower so she overheats v easily.

Kanaya: is deadass terrified of the ocean. Does the detail work on the castle she and Rose are making, carves out little stairs and turrets and makes flags out of spare ribbon she keeps in her bag. It’s beautiful. She cries at the end of the day when they have to leave it even though they’ve taken lots of pictures. . Karkat comes up to her with a conch shell and holds it out to Kanaya, “john told me the ocean said I was an idiot Kanaya what is it saying I can’t hear anything” She takes the conch shell and listens. Mmhm. Yes. Oh My. “What did it say???” It Was Really Quite Rude, I Shouldn’t Repeat It. Karkat is about to cry. Kanaya and Rose secretly fist bump.

Karkat: oh boy this has really been A Day for him. He’s nervous around the ocean already but apparently it thinks he’s an idiot??? He loves the crabs they remind him of his lusus, it was slightly horrifying that Dave put a bunch of them in a bucket for obvious reasons. Wants to be buried in the sand, Jake helps him dig a big hole and he and Dave and Dirk all work together to make it big enough and fill it in afterwards. Dave writes “im gay” underneath Karkat’s head poking out and Karkat yells at him for taking pictures. Sollux falls asleep on his towel and Karkat writes “beefucker” on his forehead.

Terezi: before they got there everyone told Terezi not to lick the sand. Guess what she did. Also, accidentally popped the beach ball with her teeth because she was licking it. There’s a theme here can u find it. Is in the water a lot because Vriska is desperately trying to regulate her body temperature and has v little energy to say mean things which everyone is grateful for. To make her feel better, Terezi engages in wildly uncreative insults that Vriska can easily latch onto without having to put much energy in. “Hey Terezi is the water cold?” I don’t know john, is your FACE cold? “Terezi that doesn’t even make any sense”, your face doesn’t make any sense! She cackles as if this is some High Brow Humor every single time.

Jake: has an irrational fear of seagulls, they keep coming for his food and that makes him nervous because the monsters on his island were one thing but this? This sly and wily creature? Dirk is like,,,buddy,,,it’s just a seagull? It’s just a bird? “They’re eating my fries, Dirk, I won’t stand for it!” Jake has a little ukulele that he knows like five songs on, he sits outside by the boardwalk and just strums it sometimes after dark. One night, two little kids come by and give him 6 dollars in crumpled singles for his playing and he started crying he was so touched.

Jane: is having the TIME of her life, and is also the Mom friend. She’s simultaneously kicking ass at beach volleyball and reminding everyone to put on their sunscreen and reapply every two hours please! She’s also having a good time experimenting with cooking seafood some nights, though once she made the mistake of bringing in crab and Karkat did Not take it well. It took an hour to calm him down. Jane felt awful and made it up to him by buying him a nice hoodie w a happy crab on it. Bought a cute little blue boogie board and hangs out with Jade and Roxy in the water, she’s not very good at it but she likes swimming around a little.

Dirk: he’s that one friend that goes way too hard in casual games tbh. Like, they’re just playing a friendly game of volleyball Dirk can you please stop spiking it every five seconds. The grind never stops, Roxy, don’t hate the player hate the grind. Jane looked at him w so much disappointment in her eyes after he said it that he felt the force of her stare physically and had to take a step back. Tries to show Jake that seagulls aren’t scary by feeding them, but they start attacking him for his fries which does not help prove his point at all.

Roxy: “the babe” Lalonde has been ready for a beach trip her entire life. She is checking out the lifeguards, she’s checking out the other gals and dudes strolling about the beach, she’s got her best friends with her, what more could she want??? She buys a cutesy pink surfboard and Dave makes fun of her for it and she smiles sweetly. Oh sorry Dave? I forgot you were so good at surfing?? No one knows how or when Roxy learned to hang ten but THERE SHE GOES. She finds a lot of pretty shells and rocks and sand dollars and is just enthusiastic about everything tbh. She brightens everyone’s mood always.

Calliope: cherubs can’t float so Roxy’s overprotective ass won’t let her near the water unless someone is with her and making sure she’s safe. This is Fine with calliope bc that means that she’s never alone and therefore she’s never lonely and really that’s all she’s ever wanted so!! She’s v content to watch Jade and Roxy surf, she will sit w Jane sometimes when she isn’t in the water. She also likes digging for sand crabs with Karkat bc she likes their little legs. She wants to dig deep enough to find a lobster and no one has the heart to tell her that’s not how it works.

Sollux: this idiot. This boy. My sweet sweet son. Makes the horrible mistake of falling asleep on his towel. He was underneath the big umbrella when he started, but as the sun moves and he’s not putting on more sunscreen?? John, Dave, and Karkat take it upon themselves to not only write “beefucker” on his forehead, but also draw dicks on his whole body in sunscreen so he burns (trolls turn a darker shade of their blood color) and ends up with these pale gray dicks surrounded by a horrible dark, mustardy burn.

beanies-and-bands98  asked:

Are you okay??? I keep seeing everyone giving you positive reassurances (which I mean you should always get cause you are an absolute sunshine) but like I hope you're not feeling down because you are too nice and caring and beautiful and absolutely funny. You can make anyone smile and feel cared for, it's a good talent to have and you make use of it too! Your such a caring soul and you mean so much to us and so much more to me. Please don't feel sad Thomas! Please don't let the sunshine go away.

Hahah you’re incredibly sweet. I just have really bad self-image and self-worth issues, and I struggle with them all the time. People have been very sweet, but please don’t worry too much! You’re all not responsible for me, you got enough going on in your lives. I gotta deal with and learn from things myself, but you’re very very kind for checking in!


Happy Birthday!

I know you’ll be getting millions upon millions of fanart today but i still wanted to contribute 

i’d never be able to find the right words to say how much i appreciate you so all i can say is

your a really kind sweet hearted guy

you make all of us smile and help some of us get through our days

Your are truly a boss i hope you have a Great day! As anyone should on their birthday!


Happy birthday to the man that inspire me the most; Kim Junmyeon. ♡

You inspire me to always look forward and keep going. You spent seven years, working for your dream and it sure as hell paid off. You’re the very core and strenght of EXO and you’re the best leader anyone could’ve asked for. I just appreciate you so so much and I’m so extremely grateful for everything you do. Thank you for being your amazing lovely self. Thank you for being our guardian. I love you little bunny prince. Happy Birthday  ♡

so i was thinking how much people seemed to overlook Lance listening to music in season 1 may or may not be because i always do the same and then this popped out. This takes place sometime during season two. (WC: 1208)

Keith lays down in bed, curling himself against Lance’s side, who is putting on Pidge’s headphones. He breathes in, relishing in the scent of pure Lance

They’re in “Lance’s” room, but in all honesty, it’s both of theirs. Their clothes are both here, they both sleep here, they both brush their teeth and shower here. It’s theirs, and that little word change has never made his heart flutter so often.

But there’s only one thing that Keith is really thinking about. The one thing he always thinks about before they go to bed.

“Hey, Lance?” says Keith, wrapping an arm around Lance’s bare waist.

Lance pauses mid-motion. “Yeah?”

“Why do you always wear those in bed?” asks Keith. He lifts his head, resting his chin on Lance’s chest to face him.

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Angel in the Darkness pt.5

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 

The bright sunlight behind the curtains, stirs you awake from your deep sleep. There’s a faint smile stretched upon your lips, as you feel as if you’ve had one of the best naps in the longest of times. Your eyes are still closed shut as you try to flex your stiff muscles; only you can’t.

As soon as you tried to lift your arms, you hit something very hard and muscular. Huh? That’s weird. You can also feel that your legs are entangled, and something wrapped around your waist.

You didn’t mind the feeling, as you were still too tired to process things, and because it brought great warmth, but then you heard it; a faint grunt. Your eyes instantly shoot open, and you blush hard when you realize you’re wrapped up into Jungkook.

His face is mere centimeters away from yours, and his eyes are still closed shut, indicating he’s still asleep. You can feel his hot breath, gently tickling your red face, as his hair is all over. You peer downwards and see that his left arm is securely wrapped around your waist, as both of you were laying down on your sides. His long, thick legs were clumsily tangled with yours, and you were finding it hard to breathe since you were so close to him.


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I used to think that all I needed was someone that makes me happy. someone that makes me smile,
someone that makes me laugh,
someone that makes me feel good.
But happiness is a temporary feeling,
it comes and goes. Anyone can make you happy, anyone can make you smile, anyone can make you laugh, but very few people can truly understand you. Very few people can truly resonate with your soul and see deeper things than how they appear on the surface. Very few people see beyond, the smiles, the laughs and the goodness. Very few people understand that there is more to love than happiness. Maybe it’s not a case of being with someone who makes you happy, but being with someone who will be there for you even when you’re not.
—  iambrillyant

Yurio Plisetsky, прима-балерина.

This is how I imagine him.

“Both men and women should feel free to be strong. It is time that we all perceive gender on a spectrum not as two opposing sets of ideals”, by Emma Watson.

I want to use this drawing to say a few things I’ve been thinking lately. I don’t care if it ends up with 1 note or more, I just want to rant about it. I hope I won’t offend anyone with my lack of english and knowledge. 

  • Boys can wear make up. And skirts. Boys can change their hair, use it long or short. Boys can have no hair too. Boys won’t be less boys for that. 
  • When I draw I don’t think about genders, about sexuality, about anything to be honest. When I draw I think about making people happy, it makes me happy when someone smiles what I did because ehy maybe they are having a bad day and at least I made them 1% happier. I’m aware my art is not the best so if you dislike it, it’s okay. If you have any critic my ask is full open I’ll hear you and thank you for pasing by (for real). But if you dislike it because you thought that was a girl and become aware it’s actually a boy and you find it wrong or offensive, then Jeez, I have no words man, more than: I can’t believe it, what kind of civilization is this?
  • I don’t know what I am, I don’t care what I am but, from the bottom of my heart. I’m really sorry some of you are living hell because of this fucking nonsense world, 
  • You are beautiful, trust me. 
  • You are strong. You will be fine. And,
  • you are not alone. 
  • 1: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?
  • 2: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
  • 3: What if I told you that you were pretty?
  • 4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?
  • 5: Are you interested in anyone right now?
  • 6: What are you looking forward to in the next week?
  • 7: Do you want to be single?
  • 8: Did you go out or stay in last night?
  • 9: How late did you stay up last night?
  • 10: Can you recall the last time you realized you liked someone a lot?
  • 11: Last three things you had to drink?
  • 12: Have you pretended to like someone?
  • 13: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?
  • 14: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?
  • 15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?
  • 16: Think back five months ago, were you single?
  • 17: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?
  • 18: Hold hands with anyone this week?
  • 19: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?
  • 20: What would you name your future daughter?
  • 21: Do you miss anyone?
  • 22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?
  • 23: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?
  • 24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?
  • 25: Have you ever cried from being so mad?
  • 26: Who did you last see in person?
  • 27: Are you listening to music right now?
  • 28: What is something you currently want right now?
  • 29: What is the last thing you said out lot?
  • 30: How is your heart lately?
  • 31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?
  • 32: Are you wearing socks?
  • 33: What do people call you?
  • 34: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
  • 35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?
  • 36: Who did you last share a bed with?
  • 37: Did you do something bad today?
  • 38: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
  • 39: Do you get stressed out easily?
  • 40: Will you sing today?
  • 41: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?
  • 42: Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
  • 43: Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance?
  • 44: What are you listening to right now?
  • 45: What is wrong with you right now?
  • 46: What is on your wrists right now?
  • 47: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wea
  • 48: What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
  • 49: Do you make wishes at 11:11?
  • 50: Are you a good artist?
  • 51: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?
  • 52: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
  • 53: Ever been on a golf cart?
  • 54: Do you have trust issues?
  • 55: Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
  • 56: Do you own something from Hot Topic?
  • 57: Do you use chap stick?
  • 58: Have you ever slapped someone in the face?
  • 59: Do you have a little sister?
  • 60: Have you ever been to New York?
  • 61: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?
  • 62: Have you hugged someone within the last week?
  • 63: What were you doing at midnight last night?
  • 64: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
  • 65: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
  • 66: Were your last three kisses from the same person?
  • 67: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?
  • 68: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
  • 69: Will next Friday be a good one?
Ask me these!

1:What would you name your future daughter?

2:Do you miss anyone?

3:What if I told you that you were pretty?

4:Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?

5:What are you looking forward to in the next week?

6:Did you go out or stay in last night?

7:How late did you stay up last night?

8:Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

9:What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?

10:Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?

11:Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

12:Have you pretended to like someone?

13:Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

14:Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

15:Is it hard for you to get over someone?

16:Think back five months ago, were you single?

17:Have you ever cried from being so mad?

18:Hold hands with anyone this week?

19:Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?

20:Who did you last see in person?

21:What is the last thing you said out lot?

22:Have you kissed three or more people in one night?

23:Have you ever been to Paris?

24:Are you good at hiding your feelings?

25:Do you use chap stick?

26:Who did you last share a bed with?

27:Are you listening to music right now?

28:What is something you currently want right now?

29:Were your last three kisses from the same person?

30:How is your heart lately?

31:Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?

32:When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?

33:What do people call you?

34:Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

35:Are there any stressful situations in your life?

36:What are you listening to right now?

37:What is wrong with you right now?

38:Love really is a beautiful thing huh?

39:Do you make wishes at 11:11?

40:What is on your wrists right now?

41:Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?

42:Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?

43:Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

44:Have you hugged someone within the last week?

45:Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?

46:What were you doing at midnight last night?

47:Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

48:Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?

49:Have you ever been to New York?

50:Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

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Reader x Klaus Mikaelson


Imagine: Klaus gets super jealous over you and you decide to punish, in a very hot way, him for almost murdering your best friend Stefan.


*smut, so read carefully

Word Count: 1577

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what the FUCK you guys.  I meant for this to be a cute drabble like thing but it just kept going?  like I wanted this to be a fun piece to write to take a break from Homecoming but then I got invested.  lol @ me.  it’s also been a long, loOOng time since I’ve written smut so I hope it’s okay.  this is 80% slow burn, 5% smut, 15% jasmine trying to be a good friend.

title: elevator of shame
fandom: hamilcast
pairings: daveed diggs x reader
rating: soft m
word count: 6418 

prompt: We live in the same block of flats but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to stand in the lift together

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Dog Days Are Over

Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,993

Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.

Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.

Today just wasn’t your day.

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BSD Chapter 53 (51.3) Summary

This  is part 3 of Chapter 51 “Echo”. Well, things happened quite fast and out of everyone expectation I guess. I myself think that it’s the calm before the storm but the storm itself might not happen so soon. 

Anyway, here’s some summary as usual… Trust me the kanjis in this chapter are killing me. So I skipped a lot of parts, as a lot of things can be understood just by looking at the picture already.

I most likely will make mistakes here and there, both English and Jap are not my mother tongue, but I hope I help explain something. I have seen people either getting excited or criticizing the chapter and I hope I can help pointing out some good things after all. 

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Weak at the Knees / Zach Dempsey

Words: 1868

The party was in full swing and (Y/N) was already over it all. She had lost sight of her friends about an hour ago and hadn’t run into them as she wandered around the house, attempting to stay out of range from those she had no interest in speaking to tonight.

Bryce, Justin and the others were always trying to convince (Y/N) to get more involved during these get togethers that were most definitely not her thing. Tonight was no different. Currently, they were trying to rope her into playing ‘Truth or Dare’.  

(Y/N) came to a stop outside by the pool. Sitting down on a chair, she fell back against it with a sigh. 

She just wanted to go home-but she couldn’t without her friends. As their sworn designated driver she couldn’t leave them behind. Wouldn’t. She knew what they could be like and didn’t want to take the chance.

She didn’t know how long she was sitting there alone. It may have been a few seconds or a lot of minutes.


Her head slowly turned to see her best friend stumbling her way towards her. “You okay there?” she asks (Y/F/N[1]) as she squeezed beside her on the chair. 

Moving across so there was more room, her friends head fell on her shoulder. “I. Am. Amazing,” she said slowly before falling into a fit of giggles. 

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, but nevertheless wraps an arm around (Y/F/N[1]) to keep her steady. “Did you want to get out of here?”

The girl frowns shaking her head only to clutch it in her hands a moment later. “Maybe,” she slurs. 

“Do you know where (Y/F/N[2]) is?” (Y/N) questions softly, receiving a small nod. “Can you tell me where?”

“Couch,” she mumbles, closing her eyes. 

It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. (Y/N) felt uneasy about leaving her alone on the chair but ultimately decided that she had to collect their friend and she would only be a few minutes. 

Still, she noticed Jeff only a few meters away and called out for him. He turns at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees (Y/N). “What’s up?” he asks, jogging over. 

“I need to find (Y/F/N[2]),” she sighs, “would you mind just…watching her,” she says nodding down at (Y/F/N[1]), “until I come back? You don’t have to sit with her or anything…just make sure no one…” (Y/N) trails off, uncomfortable with where her mind had headed.

Jeff nods in understanding, “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine,” he smiles. 

“Thank you so much,” (Y/N) says, breathing out in relief.

Reluctantly making her way back inside, (Y/N) managed to quickly find her way to the lounge. Unfortunately that’s where they were gathered.

Bryce caught her gaze, noticing she had arrived before anyone else and his grin grew in size. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” he announces, catching the attention of practically everyone in the circle around the room. “Just in time. We’re just about to start a new round, join us!”

She shakes her head, “No can do, I’m on duty,” she jokes, moving towards her friend who was happily joining in on the game. 

“Just one more game,” her friend promised, peering up at her, evidently much more sober then their friend who was outside. 

(Y/N) crouched to the ground and spoke quietly to her friend, “(Y/F/N[2]), I want to go now. (Y/F/N[1])’s passed out and I need to get her home.”

“(Y/N) please,” she begs. “I’m having fun.” 

She hated denying her friend and slowly nodded her approval, letting her stay for a few more minutes.

“Now that that’s settled, you can play too,” Justin tells (Y/N) from a few seats across. 

Looking around the room, the circle seemed full. “Oh,” she sighs, faking her disappointment. “What a shame, there’s no room.”

(Y/F/N[2]) laughs at her attempts and (Y/N) catches a few smiles around the room.

“Ah,” Bryce chuckled, rising to his feet. “No problem there,” he informs her, wrapping an arm around her before she could protest. “Sit with me, (Y/N),” he says, pulling her on to his lap as he sits back down in his previous seat.

(Y/N) tries to pull away from his grip but his arm slid around her waist to hold her against him. Sensing her unease, (Y/F/N[2]) clears her throat, “We can’t have the host distracted!” she reasons, sending (Y/N) an apologetic look. 

(Y/N) let her eyes run over the faces around her, trying to find someone to send a pleading look to. Finally her eyes fall on Zach and she holds back a relieved sigh. 

Zach Dempsey, while (Y/N) would not consider him a friend yet, was an acquaintance she had been growing closer to this year. He was someone she definitely wanted to get to know more. She successfully managed to communicate her discomfort and he gave her a reassuring smile.

Holding an arm out he gestures for her, “Come here,” he says loudly.

Bryce looked between his friend and the girl on his lap with a smirk, “Have at it,” he tells him, pushing her off him towards Zach.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes at the boy and hesitantly takes a seat on Zach. When he slowly pulls her to him she found herself become relaxed rather than tense. Something her friend noticed, sending a wink her way. 

She shifted slightly, lifting her head so she could see him. Zach was already looking down at her with a kind smile, “Thank you,” she whispers. 

His smile grows and he nods, “If you want to go, just let me know,” he says, referring to the relatively strong hold he had on her. Unlike with Bryce, his hold provided her with a sense of security. 

“Will do.” (Y/N) leans against his chest as she repositions herself to see the rest of the group, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for the game.

It took a while for it to be (Y/N)’s turn, she felt as though she had been holding her breath the entire game and it was almost a punch to the gut as Bryce chose her.

“Truth,” she responds immediately, not wanting to even think of the possibilities that could come by letting him pick a dare for her. 

He thinks for a moment, (Y/N)’s heart beats faster with each passing second. The moment his eyes light up she feels queasy. “Tell us about your first kiss,” he decides. 

She sees her friend shift awkwardly in the corer of her eye but (Y/N) only snorts, relief filling her body. “Can’t do,” she shrugs. “Never had it.”

It was not something (Y/N) was embarrassed about, she prided herself for not just giving away something you thought was special. 

Everyone was completely surprised by her reaction, (Y/N) even felt Zach tense under her. “Seriously, (Y/N),” Bryce chuckles, thinking she was playing around.

“Seriously.” A few people laugh, at her response or at her innocence-she wasn’t sure. She didn’t mind either. 

“There’s no way,” Justin declares. “We’ve all heard what-” Jessica slaps his arm, cutting him off, though his laughter continues. 

“I think it’s sweet,” she told her boyfriend.

Alex, too, had found it amusing and was trying to contain his laughs. 

Bryce was silent for a moment before his laugher as well soon graced the room. 

“So now that I’ve played, can I go?” she requested, completely unaffected by the amusement that most people had gained from her round. 

“Sure,” he tells her, still amused but also unhappy he didn’t get to hear some juicy story.

(Y/N) looks up at Zach who was still frozen in shock as the rest of the group continued, she laughs at his expression and pinches his cheek gently. His attention snaps to her, “You know,” she begins, “in order for me to leave, I kind of need you to let me go,” she teases. 

His hold on her is gone in an instant, “Sorry,” he mumbles.

“It’s cool. You okay?” she questions, rising to her feet. He nods and gives her a smile that (Y/N) had decided was officially one of her favourite things to see. “I’ll see you around,” she says, moving towards her friend who had already stood and was waiting for her patiently.

She and (Y/F/N[2]) finally find themselves outside where (Y/F/N[1]) had remained in the exact same position as before. (Y/N)’s friend beside her snorts, “She can never handle her alcohol,” she mumbles. 

Jeff caught (Y/N)’s eye and shot her a thumbs up, in return she blows him a playful kiss. He raises his cup in salute and turns back to his friends. 

(Y/N) and (Y/F/N[2]) manage to help their friend into a standing position and held all of her weight between them as she remained unconscious. “How are we going to get her to the car?” (Y/F/N[2]) groans.

“Did you need help?” They both turn to see Zach standing behind them with his hands in his pockets, “I can carry her for you,” he offers.

(Y/N) didn’t get a chance to reply as her friend practically shoved (Y/F/N[1]) towards him. “Please.”

Zach gently picks her up in his arms, careful to make sure her dress covered her before following (Y/F/N[2])’s lead who had stalked off ahead of them. 

“Thanks,” (Y/N) says, breaking the silence between the two of them. 

“It’s really no problem,” he tells her. 

After (Y/N)’s friends were both in her car, she turned back to Zach. “Did you need a lift?”

He shakes his head politely, “Nah, I’m crashing here tonight.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll see you Monday?”

(Y/N) moves to walk to the drivers seat but the warm hand that clutched her wrist brought her to a stop. “I-” he releases his hold. “I wanted to ask you something.”

She glances into her car and finds both her friends sound asleep. “Yeah?”

“Was it true?”

“Was what true?”

Zach shifts almost uncomfortably on his feet, “What you said about never having your first kiss?”

Her eyes narrow in curiosity, “Yes,” she drawls. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” he smiles, taking a few steps back. “See you Monday.”

(Y/N) watches him walk away, her mind almost screaming at her to call him back. She opens her mouth to yell him back over but nothing comes out. She hesitates only for a moment before running up to him, grabbing at his wrist like he had hers only moments ago.

Before he could say anything, her lips were on his catching him completely off guard. He didn’t respond to the kiss making (Y/N) flush as she pulled away. “I-I’m sorry,” she stuttered, about to move away.

It took Zach less than a second to pull her back to him, one hand on her face the other her hip as he brings her in for a kiss. (Y/N) felt butterflies in her stomach, her nerves make her mess up the slight rhythm they had made causing Zach to laugh. 

Pulling away, (Y/N) panted slightly, “I hope you won’t apologise like I did,” she mumbles, her eyes already on his lips again-suddenly forgetting why she had waited so long in the first place.

His laughter continues and (Y/N) could feel her legs almost cave in at the sound. “Not a chance,” he promises. 


➤ part one | part two
summary: Ride along, he says, his eyes as bright as the scorching summer sun hitting the roof of his beat-up car. And although you’ve promised yourself time and time again that you wouldn’t let your feeble heart surface around him, not after everything he’s told you, you find the corners of your lips curving and your palm heating as you touch the car handle. After all, the soft smile he greets you with doesn’t look like it could belong to the killer you know he is.
genre: angst, smut [jungkook x reader x hoseok]
word count: 8k

This is not what you imagined months ago while daydreaming of what you would be doing today. Sitting in class all day or leaning against the counter at work, visualizing hundreds of scenarios where you and your knight in shining armor are having the time of your life on the one day in the whole year set aside just for love. He would be wearing a black suit and tie, his hair brushed and looking at you as if you fished out all the stars in the universe and put them in your eyes. And you would be wearing a dress made of silk that took weeks of extra shifts but it would be all worth it when he’d see you, hair made up and a lovesick smile on your lips.

February 14th is supposed to be a night you’d never forget in your entire life, a night you’d look back on while holding your children and looking at your husband, saying wow, where did the time go? It’s not supposed to end up with you looking at racks and racks of cards for every possible occasion at nine in the evening with a frown as deep. You’re probably the only person in the small 24 hour store beside the clerk himself, who frankly looks like he doesn’t want to be here more than you.

You’re met with hundreds of shades of pink when your fingers trail over the Valentine’s Day cards, a longing in your eyes that you wish didn’t show on your face so much. Cartoon hearts and cursive writing and glitter – you’ve heard of the story where the princess kisses the frog and he turns into a prince, but would it be too much to open a Valentine card and have him appear in front of you.

Sighing, you trace the edge of a purple paper and wonder where you’ve gone wrong. Not one of your friends or people you know who are your age is still single; everyone’s engaged or in a long-term marriage, hell, some people are even married and settling down together. So what did you do to deserve this out of nowhere? You’ve never been the best at relationships or love in general, ever since you were a little girl, with your first boyfriend in kindergarten abandoning you the first chance he got for a new student. Obviously, you didn’t let that hurt your morale and kept your chin high, until the situation repeated itself again in the form of Park Minseok in seventh grade, who only pretended to date you to get to your best friend. Thankfully, the over-hormonal sack of baby fat he was didn’t get him far in the case.

Your only significant and somehow serious relationship came to you in your last year of high school. His name was Seokjin and he was the epitome of prince charming. With his soft brown hair and love-filled eyes, he swooped in on you like an eagle on its prey, but you were too entranced by his gentle touches and whispered praises to realize. And for those ten school months, he made you feel like you were on top of the world, as if nothing could touch you as long as his arms were enclosed around you. But you should have known, the only way Seokjin could get off the high pedestal upon which you placed him was if he jumped down by himself, and he did just that when he informed you that he didn’t see any true meaning behind your relationship that could last until the beginning of university.

Tears don’t well up in your eyes anymore as you stand under bright store lights and Minnie Mouse stares at you with an almost teasing, evil glint in her big eyes – even a cartoon character for children has someone to love her, but you’re all alone. You don’t feel the clench in your heart or the sweating of your palms anymore, you’re not the same girl you were who would open her heart to any stranger she passed on the street.

At least, you don’t think so.

Looking up, you meet gazes with the security camera placed overhead and you see yourself, wearing grey sweatpants and a huge koala jumper, looking like you sleep-walked your way to the pharmacy from the safety of your bed. That’s when the self-hatred kicks in. Dear God, what are you doing? You look into your own black-and-white reflection one last time – and you see him.

Tall, lean, head covered in a dark beanie and walking straight towards you with the type of confidence to shake planets. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, Timberlands click-clacking until he’s barely a foot away from you. A hand reaches out and takes an entire stack out of the rack in front of you, and – fuck – your heart almost jumps out of your chest. Your imagination immediately sky-rockets and you can’t help but wonder how romantic it would be, to meet the one when you’re at your lowest point and, oh my, on Valentine’s Day and what if he gives you the card he’s holding right now and says something so romantic you’ll be swept off your –

“Such bullshit.”

The sound of your cardboard falling to the ground replaces your heart falling to your stomach. Of course. Of course, he’s an asshole who knows nothing of love, like most men you’ve ever looked at twice. Disappointment crashes in your chest like the stranger’s shoulder in your own, until he puts his arm around your waist, a small whistle leaving his pursed lips. With orbs as large as saucers, you finally get a good look at him.

His skin is as golden as honey, hair a reddish blonde that falls into his dark brown eyes. His lips are full and pink as he whistles, the edges pulling up into a smirk and he starts what you have a feeling isn’t a friendly greeting:

“If anyone had told me I would find such a beautiful sight at this dump of a place, I would have come way earlier.” He sniggers your way, initiating what he thinks is seductive eye-contact, but it frankly renders you uncomfortable.

“Great, then you wouldn’t see me walking away from you now.”

He grabs your wrist before you can do just that, the twitch of his lips growing wider.

“You’re feisty. And I’m Hoseok. What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

The heart rushes to your cheeks like fans run towards idols coming out of the airport. This insufferable stranger, yes insufferable, only pushes himself close to you until you can smell the musk scent of his cologne and aftershave on the nape of his neck. Your senses are almost on fire from the proximity, not being used to such intimacy for so long, and now your entire face blushes for a completely different reason.

“Well, not like this will interest the likes of you, but I came here to get Valentine’s Day cards.” You smile. “Have a nice day.”

“You can’t possibly believe that a cheap piece of cut-out cardboard can make anyone feel special.” He snorts out, and instead of making it seem like a question, his tone is almost challenging you to answer him.

“What would someone like you know anything about feelings?” Scoffing, you turning away from him to put the card back as he watches you meticulously. Under his dark-eyed gaze, you smirk, a centimeter away from placing it on the stand. Until you don’t. Your eyes land on the ugliest, most cliché hot pink card, and your brain flashes as if it were a winning casino game.

“What’s that mean, someone like me?” Feet inch closer, but yours don’t budge from the floor.

“Let me put it to you this way.” You sharply turn to face him again, pointing the edge of your card against his chest threateningly. “Have you ever met someone so condescending, annoying, and down-right irreproachable that it almost feels like looking at them not only physically hurts, but it also makes you read them like an open book?”

Hoseok’s once charming and relaxed face contorts into a fierce snarl, you think he might jump on you and bite your neck, like a lion on a helpless deer in the savanna. But he does nothing of the sort, instead choosing to tug your arm closer to his chest and intertwining your fingers together, much softer than any of his previous actions have been. A gasp escapes your mouth when your undoubtedly clammy palm meets his cold, smooth one. Of course, even his hands are perfect.

“And what gives you the right to judge me like that, princess?” It takes a few minutes for your brain to process what he said with the way his eyes dart down to your lips so he can listen to you. The movement only makes your hopeless romantic fantasies scream for escape—is it just you or does he look like he’s about to kiss you?

“I-I-I mean, you’re a stranger…” Stuttering, you shut up immediately when he brings his face so fucking close that your noses touch, light caresses of skin against skin.

“My name’s Jung Hoseok. I’m twenty three years old and I major in one of Korea’s most famous schools. I have more money in my jeans’ pockets than a man brings home every month. One snap of my fingers and I can be having lunch with the president in her own damn kitchen, not that I’d ever get near that wench with a ten foot pole. You know nothing about me, sweetheart, you don’t know my life, what I’ve seen and endured, what I’ve been through, my passions and dislikes, you don’t know me.

His speech leaves you breathless, almost like you’re the one who was speaking so rapidly, while he stood in front of you, but more on top of you than anything, faultlessly well. You can merely watch him helplessly as he grabs a card from the rack and places it in your jumper’s front pocket. With gentle lips leaving a kiss on your cheek, this Jung Hoseok walks away from you and doesn’t look over his shoulders to see if you’re watching.

And unlike his fleeting kiss, he is everything but a disappearing, fast-paced memory in your mind. For days on end, this bright-haired stranger tip-toes around your thoughts whenever he pleases, he’s the hidden meaning behind the lyrics of every song you listen to since meeting him, he’s every orange-tinted object you see on your way to university or work in the streets. All you can think about when the sun intertwines with the moon is how sharply his eyes bored into yours as he spoke such strong yet such cliché words in a twenty-four hour pharmacy, for God’s sake, the least sexy place to have a permanent seat in your train of thought.

He fades away with the snow on the road almost two weeks later, when your brain is too blurred with exam dates and projects and essays to think about a near-stranger who held your hand in the middle of an argument. Even if it was on Valentine’s Day, the one day in the year you forget everything and focus solely on your love life. If only.

It’s the end of February and the weather isn’t looking too fabulous from your seat in your bedroom’s desk chair, looking out the window with a solemn look. The sky’s a boring grey with light splashes of blue if you look closely, but the sun looks to have given up on humanity today. You click your pen on the table and lean back, the blank sheet of paper in front of you standing out the most though it’s the blandest thing inside the painted four walls. But you can’t focus on writing your essay and you can’t let it drag you down for the next few days.

You can hear your roommate talking on the phone outside, even if she’s a gracious-looking girl, her voice can sure travel through walls. Daeyoung giggles and snorts every now and then, talking about some event she wants to go to or some skirt she wants to buy, while you’re leaning over a piece of paper like the Hunchback of Notre-Dame and trying to fry your brain for information. The want to abandon creeps up on you while the door to your bedroom opens loudly and in struts Daeyoung. She says goodbye to whoever she was talking to and sits on your desk with the utmost pity in her expression.

“Y/N-ah,” she sighs, her blonde hair falling over her face when she looks down painstakingly. “I know you said you didn’t want to be disturbed tonight because you’re going to be making substantial steps in the world of psychology, and I can totally see you making magic in here, but I have one more ticket to an all-exclusive party and Jinri can’t come.”

“Dae, I told you I really have to stay in tonight.” You whine, although a huge part of you wants to throw your schoolwork away and just have fun, when you haven’t been to a party since the wild Seokjin days. Why not play hard to get for now?

“Yes, and I completely understand, seeing all the work you’ve done.” She picks up your paper and gestures the lack of lines and, more specifically, actual words. You snort her way and sigh, throwing yourself back in your chair in mock-laziness. “But just so you know, I’m not wearing skirts, thigh-highs, dresses, anything open in the back or the front of down under, I’m not wearing heels, stilettos, or pumps—”

“Ow, ow, dear God, woman, stop this attack on my ears. I suppose you want to go to a party dressed like an ancient nun.” Daeyoung rolls her eyes and, with your wrist in her dainty hands, she pushes you into her closet. That nearly crazy look in her eyes, the one where she mentally prepares outfits and critiques them in head, is back and it sends chills down your spine.

After half an hour of there is no way my ass or any other human ass can fit into this’s and I would actually push you off a cliff and jump in right after you so we would topple over each other on the ground rather than wear this STD-attracting skirt’s, you finally settle on an outfit that pleases all. A simple black dress that falls mid-thigh and a maroon jacket that flows down to your thigh is the only common ground you can both agree on, paired with small-heeled black shoes.

Daeyoung doesn’t bother giving you details about where you’re going or who you’re going to meet there, only telling you to get in the car when her boyfriend comes to pick her up. He isn’t exactly what you had in mind when she told you her man is a guitarist and singer in a pop rock band during a movie night not long ago, choosing to imagine a busty guy with tattoos and piercings in all the right and wrong places. Frankly, when you first saw Taehyung, you thought you’d gotten in the wrong car. But he’s nothing other than friendly, with his charming smile and soft brown hair and excited voice. The impression of him being a puppy-like boy didn’t last when he almost jumped on Daeyoung with his mouth after a brief hello.

He talks to you about his band on the way over to said-party of the century when he isn’t too busy trying to see how far his tongue can go down your roommate’s throat at every red light, the ones he stops at, that is. Taehyung tells you about the three other guys he plays with and how they’ve all been friends for as long as he can remember, growing up in Daegu and moving to Seoul to chase their dreams. He ignores you when you ask how the chase is going, choosing instead to list off his favourite songs that he loves to perform and telling you how none of this would be possible without his girlfriend by his side. The romance in his car becomes virtually too much for you to handle, leading you to open the backseat window and leaning your head out for air like a choking dog.

Your breath gets knocked out of your throat as the car takes a sudden left turn and you’re driving further and further away from the city you’re used to, looking up at Daeyoung in the rear-view mirror with wide eyes, but she only shushes you and tells you to relax and that Taehyung knows where he’s doing. You sit back uneasily but force yourself to nod your head along with the music, rough voices mixing with soft tones and strums of the guitar along with the occasional fluttering of the couple’s lips.

It’s when the car stops in front of a road filled with forgotten factories and dust rolling off the broken sidewalks that your lungs forget how to function. Your roommate and her boyfriend slide out of their seats and motion for you to follow them casually, your hands shaking as you grab your purse and close the backseat door behind you. Taehyung’s long legs lead you inside an abandoned building to which he holds the keys and then he walks over to a door on the floor, making your eyebrows furrow. But neither of them seem to be realizing how horrifying this is for someone’s first experience at a university party.

Daeyoung goes in first and you can see stairs leading downstairs and then you hear it – the sound of a steady beat and people cheering, a light voice flying in from the under the doorway. Her boyfriend’s teasing grin helps as you step down yourself, darkness submerging you and you hold onto the walls on either side of you for dear life, until you feel Taehyung’s hands on your waist guiding you down. When your feet hit the ground on the last step, you can’t believe what you’re seeing in front of you.

What seems to be hundreds of people are gathering around a stage where bright purple and blue smoke is enveloping the singers on top of it. The music is rapid but the voices are low and sensual, the faint lights hanging on the walls in a historic castle fashion only helping set the mood more. A few tables are placed all over the place, and Taehyung guides both of you to a table close to the platform.

You sit down on a chair as Daeyoung greets two boys sitting right under the lights so you can clearly see their faces, and you’re blown away by how handsome they both are. One of them is seated right in front of you, tall and sturdy, his collarbones peeking out from under his black v-neck shirt, his skin tanned and soft-looking under a tuff of midnight hair. His lips move but you can hardly hear him. The other’s skin is pale and his hair is a minty green, eyes shaped into slits and he only nods at you as a greeting. You stop your gazing when your friend gives you a cup full of strong-smelling alcohol and you smile before holding it close to you without actually drinking any.

The one with the midnight hair leans closer to you until your knees are touching and you can see a tiny scar on his left cheek and you can’t help the small smile spreading on your face. He says something but you point at your ears in hopes he’ll understand. You see him putting his hand on the shoulders of your chair and suddenly you’re closer to him than you were before, his breath on your ear.

“I’m Jungkook,” he whispers, and moves back so he can look at you. His eyes look amused at your bewildered expression and then – “Am I too close to you? I can back off.” You’ve never shook your head faster, and then you lean in closer to him and say your name in his ear softly. “It’s nice to meet you. You’re a friend of Daeyoung’s, I suppose.” He grins at your nodding and says again, “I’m the main singer in the band Tae’s in. The little Grinch over there is Yoongi hyung. Hobi hyung isn’t here yet, but I’m sure you’ll like him when he comes.”

“I like you already, isn’t that enough?” You bite your cheek at the burst of confidence that took you over so suddenly and Jungkook laughs, gaining a bit more insurance when it comes to you and placing his hand on your knee, not touching your dress but a hell of a lot close to it.

“It’s more than enough, babe.” He chuckles, bringing his glass to his lips and throwing his head back. “Your first time here, right?”

You’re about to answer when a man on stage screams out a name and Jungkook stands up suddenly, looking around to Taehyung and Yoongi with worried eyes. Both of them don’t look a lot better than him, but Yoongi shrugs his shoulders and takes off his jacket, standing up and ushering the two younger boys after him. Jungkook winks at you and then he’s disappeared into the crowd. In a matter of minutes, the three of them are on the stage and everyone arounds you screams incredibly loudly, throats are getting ripped.

It’s when he’s on stage that you really take in how attractive he is, standing in front of the mic with both his hands on it, the same hands that were flirting with the edge of your dress not too long ago, looking out towards the crowd with that same amused glint with which he was looking at you. The crowd disperses just as Taehyung starts humming into his microphone, and a figures comes up on stage. It takes a few seconds for your eyes to drift from Jungkook and settle in on this new person, who looks really familiar right now, with strawberry hair and golden skin and – oh dear God.

Your mind refuses to comprehend what your eyes are seeing, the chance of this person slapping Jungkook’s arm playfully and moving towards the set of drums at the back of the stage being him is so bloody small, yet a part of you knows he’s right there. Although Jungkook didn’t mention anything about a Jung Hoseok, and why did you even remember his name in the first place, he’s such ancient history?

The strawberry-haired man takes off his jacket and the crowd roars even louder, chanting his name and you hear it, it’s nothing else but it, even when it can’t be Hoseok! Hoseok! Hoseok! is all you can hear.  He takes the drumsticks out and slaps them against each other three times and the music suddenly invades your senses. It’s just guitar notes and the beat of the drums, until a melodious voice interrupts, and you look at Jungkook to see his eyes closed, shutting out everything around him and he sings so enchantingly, you feel yourself wanting to get up and chase the echoes of his words around town.

So I heard you found somebody else. And at first, I thought it was a lie.” You recognize the song immediately, sitting back in the comfort of the chair and letting your eyes swim over the hundreds of bodies filling the underground space, some molding together while others are moving freely to the sound of the music, but you always end up looking at him.

His sleeveless shirt shows his bare arms, his strong biceps looking evidently delicious in the low lighting and accompanied by Yoongi’s deep voice, you feel your will slipping away. Hoseok only looks up from his drums to watch the crowd with mesmerizing eyes, almost as if he’s seen the sight so many times but every time takes his breath away until he’s left with nothing but the clicking of the wood against the drums and Jungkook and Taehyung’s voices melting into one. All thoughts of condescending, arrogant Jung Hoseok from the pharmacy disappear, washed away by the waves of this new, passionate Hoseok like pristine waves hit the shore.

For the next forty minutes, you find yourself glued to the image of him throwing his head back and his neck glistening with sweat as he relentlessly hits the drums with all the force he has and your mind wanders down a nasty road but it doesn’t have control over its thoughts anymore and then you’re imagining Jung Hoseok on your bed, imagining not only his neck but his chest and the rest of him covered with a layer of sweat as your thighs straddle his hips and he thrusts up into you –

“They’re pretty amazing, aren’t they?” You jump up from your seat and your glass follows suit, spilling over your dress and knocking out on the floor. Daeyoung looks at you from beside with a worried look and you frantically nod with a tight smile, picking up the glass and putting it back on the table. 

The crowd roars once again and you see the boys waving with grins on their faces and getting down from the stage, heading straight for you and your heart blubbers up your throat. Jungkook’s the first in line, his smile still on his face when he looks at you and you feel it’s impossible not to grin along when he looks so nice, hair messy and sweaty, almost fucked out but you can’t let yourself think like that again. He reaches you first and you clamber to get up, wishing he could somehow help you disappear from Jung Hoseok’s gaze that might pry any time now. And with that credence of urgent times, you jump into his arms.

Jungkook’s chest vibrated against yours as he laughs in your ears, his own hands circling around your ears while you hide your face in his neck.

“You sang so well, I had no idea you guys were this talented.” You whisper against his cheek, letting your hair hide the rest of your face from everyone but him.

“I see you didn’t come here without a judgemental idea already forming in your head, Y/N.” He chuckles again when your hand hits his chest and you sense his arms loosening as a tell-tale sign he’s about to place you down on the floor. You take a deep breath and before he can do anything, you lean in and press a chaste kiss to his ear and bite down – “Why don’t you show me how wrong I was again?”

Jungkook’s grip on your waist is a tenfold tighter just as the last word leaves your mouth and you grin successfully. He places you down and murmurs something to Yoongi beside him, before he’s grabbing your hand and taking you towards the corner of the room. You giggle as you run after him and he looks back at you with his lips forming a smile, tugging on a doorknob until it opens loose and taking you inside. The room’s much brighter and you can only hear hums from the party next door, but it doesn’t matter as soon as Jungkook looks at you with that heart-stopping determination and nothing means a damn thing anymore.

The back of your knees hit the single bed in the middle of the room and Jungkook follows behind you, falling on top of you and placing his arms on either side of your head to support his weight. His fingertips trail over your neck softly, driving you crazy with how such little touches can have your skin feeling on fire. Your hips subconsciously thrust up into Jungkook’s stomach and he grins, dropping his waist to keep yours stuck to the mattress. Moaning aloud, you can’t do anything but lay there, having him so close to where you need him most but he isn’t moving an inch.

His hair looks lighter now, shades of brown mixed together in a colour that is just simply Jungkook, and then he moves his head to start pressing kisses to your neck. You fret your fingers to his hair and hold him closer, wanting to feel him against every part of you all at once. Teeth nip and bite at your skin while his tongue soothes the bite, going lower and lower and you reaches the swells of your breasts, looking at you quizzically.

“Is this what you want?” You nod, hands still wound up in his hair as you try to get him to go back to pleasuring, but he doesn’t budge, “Say it, kitten.”

“God, I want this, I want you so bad.” With that, he takes your face in both his hands and crashes his lips against yours, all tongue and teeth until you forget what it actually means like to kiss someone, too lost in the sensation of him.

Jungkook pulls away too fast for your liking, holding your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down almost viciously, boring his eyes into yours. And then he’s gone.

“Strip.” He says sternly, getting on his knees on the floor and tugging your thighs closer to the edge, until your ass is hanging off the bed. You quickly tug your dress off until you’re left in your bra and panties, cursing yourself for not wearing anything sexier than plain dark ones. But your lack of lingerie seems to be the last thing on Jungkook’s mind with the way he’s looking at you like he might swallow you whole.

His long fingers play with the lace trimming of your panties as his other hands leans and up and he disregards your bra in seconds, surprising you. His palm envelopes your breast and you moan, loving the feeling of his hand on your hardening nipple. Jungkook grins as he feels you shivering under his touch, loving how you were easy to please, grabbing the supple flesh and playing with it between his fingers while he lets his hand cup your ass.

Profanities leaves your mouth when he finally wraps his mouth around your nipple, and you wonder how deranged you must look, laying naked except for your panties in a random bed in front of a stranger you only met an hour ago, while he’s mouthing at your chest, still fully-clothed. He switches to the other nipple and lifts your ass up until your grinding against him, only your back is laying on the bed while the rest of you grabbing onto his lean body for mercy. You can feel his covered cock under his jeans, the only barrier between you and him as he snaps your panties off your legs and you kick them off for good measure, letting your wetness flow down your thighs.

You don’t want him to waste any time, you want him to take his pants off and get to it, you want him to make your toes curl and your walls shake as he bottoms out, you want him to make you shake in your own skin while you sink you draw scarlet lines on his back with your nails, but Jungkook seems like the type to make you shutter and shiver in bed for hours before giving you an ounce of the satisfaction you so deeply crave.

He flattens his tongue on your belly and leans down until his lips are centimeters from your clit, and you moans desperately, grinding in the air under his teasing eyes and you know he’s been waiting for this, drawing helpless groans out of your throat like a madman until it aches, everything aches.

Jungkook,” you scream, tugging his at his hair until he winces and looks at you like you defied, but you’re too tired to care anymore. You take all your weight and throw yourself on him, he’s lying on his back and you’re straddling his face. You feel his groans vibrate against your core, your wetness dripping onto his cheeks and the sight is so damn electrifying, his hands on your ass and pushing your forward.

The first touch of his lips to your clit make you throw your head back in a silent scream, every hair on your body standing on edge as he laps at you with the hunger of a starved man, and even though you’re on top of him, he still takes the shots with his hands descending when you get to grind on his face.

“Oh my God, you’re so fucking good, don’t you dare stop,” you hiss and moan, thighs clenching and unclenching, feeling one of his fingers lean down and tease your entrance with the tips. God, you can feel him thrusting it inside your tight walls, not teasing you anymore and going full out, licking you up frivolously like he’s never going to get the chance again and –

You can’t believe your ears, maybe you’re hallucinating from all the pleasure his tongue is giving you all of a sudden after actual years of struggling, but it really sounds like someone’s knocking on the door, the sound getting louder as your moans do a crescendo of their own. Jungkook pinches your thigh and stops moving altogether, his eyebrows furrowing and he picks you up in his strong arms, places you in the middle of the bed with care. You giggle as he blindly reaches for you dress and whispers for you to cover yourself. With a kiss to the side of your neck, much more gentle than he was seconds ago, he goes to the door and makes sure you’re decent before he opens it.

As soon as door’s wide, a head of strawberry-coloured hair slumps over Jungkook quite violently, the latter catching him with fast reflexes. A gasp is stuck in your throat and you scramble to get your panties on it, eyes fixated on Jungkook who looks more mortified than you are.

Hyung.” Jungkook growls, his hands leaning down to grasp Hoseok’s shirt in tight fists, throwing the elder to the wall. Hoseok croons for a while, obviously piss-drunk, and then his eyes fall on you. His face scrunches in confusion and you hope to God he doesn’t recognize you, but when his eyebrows twitch and he looks over at Jungkook with the realization dawning in, you know your prayers weren’t good enough.

The older boy snorts loudly and slams his hand on Jungkook’s chest, throwing the dark-haired singer away and he marches towards you, ignoring Jungkook’s yells of “hey! Hey!” For some reason, your feet are glued to the ground and you can’t do anything except stare at Hoseok’s heaving chest as he grabs you by the waist and moves to get out of the room.

“Where the hell do you think you’re taking her, hyung?” Jungkook screams, running after you as you look back at him, feeling bad for his disarray until he stops moving altogether, watching his friend drag you up the stairs.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Let me go!” You push and pull against Hoseok’s arms and hands, but his grip on you is much too tight. Your heels scrape against the floor, until he turns around molds your body into the wall with his own.

“First, you insult me as a stranger and pretend like you know what you’re talking about. I knew you recognized me at that pharmacy, the way you turned into stone when I was next to you and looked at me with those big eyes like you couldn’t believe yourself. I figured you were a fan, and it was kind of cute.” He snarls, pushing you back harshly when you try to jump on him with your anger. “And then you open your big mouth and spout the most ridiculous, cliché shit I’ve ever head in twenty-three years on this planet.”

“I didn’t even know who you were, you self-centered bastard!” You yap, wincing when he holds your wrists above your head.

“Sure, you didn’t. I thought maybe you were Namjoon’s little girlfriend and he put you up to this, maybe he did it on purpose. But then you looked way too innocent to be even associated with him. And now you’re here, at my show, seducing my friend. Who are you?” His face is so close to yours and the scent of him hits you all over again, flashbacks of that desperate Valentine’s Day night replaying in your brain. Your senses scream because oh dear God, isn’t it enough that you get a man like Jungkook in one night, but now him again? He smells just how you remember, all strong and musky, with the new addition of vodka to the mélange. And quite frankly, although you know it’s so, so, so wrong, it makes the ache in your stomach come back to life – God, this is so wrong.

“Listen,” you pant and it finally catches his attention, stops his rambling. “My name is Y/N and I’m Daeyoung’s roommate – I’m Taehyung’s girlfriend’s roommate. This is the first fucking time I come here, the first time I see Jungkook or any of your other friends, and, honestly, you’re not giving me the idea of coming back here next weekend.”

He stays silent for a few minutes and you hope the gears in his head are turning in your favour as his gaze washes over your face, looking for any hint of dishonesty, until he lets go of your wrist with a grunt and takes a step back. You wince as you bring your fingers to your skin, looking at the blue and pink flowers starting to bloom around your veins. Hoseok crumples his nose when he looks down at you, murmuring a soft sorry into the tense silence of the empty building.

You look at the door leading back to the party and Hoseok catches on quickly, “Do you want to go back inside?” You shake your head for a no, bending to get your bag that fell to the floor in the man’s haste to confront you.

“Are you always this violent whenever you see a girl trying to get some at a social gathering?” You clear your throat, trying to lighten the air around you.

Hoseok shakes his head with a smile on his lips and you’re unexpectedly laugh a little with him, taken aback by how different he looks when he’s even the tiniest bit happy; his face brightens up, his pearly whites are in view, he has crinkles under his eyes, and, shit, he even has dimples.

“I wouldn’t call this a social gathering, to be honest. Most people come here in search of some music and something to make them forget about life beyond those four walls for the night.” Running a hand through his hair, he bounces on the balls of his feet and surprisingly looks right into you when he speaks. “Whether it be a drink or someone else.”

“And is that a habit of yours, Jung?” You give up on keeping an emotionless face and convince yourself to not overthink the redness that crawls its way from your neck to your cheeks when Hoseok smirks at your question.

“That’s another story for another time, love.”

Quietude reigns for a while between you two, it’s not completely awkward but you’re definitely not comfortable under his stare, looking at your dress and your disheveled hair and you’re surprised he hasn’t mentioned Jungkook yet or whether you should go back to him or not, but it’s even more startling that you haven’t. Just as you see his fingers twitch beside him, you speak up – “You don’t think buses or cabs come by here, do they?”

Hoseok giggles – this tough-looking guy with diamond-dyed hair, dressed in leather and black, with a cast around his left hand that he didn’t even look down at once, with the all-too-well beginnings of a tattoo on the side of his neck – he just giggled at you, and it makes you get a bit more confident around him, makes the blood pound a bit less violently in your ears than it did before. “No, this is a completely deserted area, nobody’s here during the day. That’s why it’s always alive at night.”

You don’t know what he means by that and from that malicious glint in his orbs, you don’t know if someone like you should be asking for answers. Instead, you nod and begin looking for the words to ask where Daeyoung might be, but he beats you to it.

“I can drive you home, though.” He says. “If you want me to.”

It’s absolutely insane, every part of your brain is telling you to not let his now kind tone fool you when minutes ago his voice was as biting as a security dog’s. You shouldn’t let him slip out of his leather jacket and place it over your shoulders like he does, you shouldn’t let him as you for your address and you should definitely not give it to him this easily. For fuck’s sake, you barely know this man and there’s another guy you were hooking up with not too long ago that you should be going to now, that you should be asking to drive you home, that you should thank him for opening the door to his car and telling you to watch your steps as the sidewalk is broken and dirty.

But you don’t. And you let the butterflies in your stomach choose the decisions when it comes to Jung Hoseok for the rest of the night, and maybe that’s where you went wrong for the first time. You arrive home in about an hour, looking out the window and occasionally at Hoseok who bops his head and drums his fingers to the beat of the rap on the steering wheel of his beat up car.

“If you go back, could you tell Tiff I got home?” Hoseok smirks and nods, and you bite your cheek in embarrassment at his teasing expression, even when you know you didn’t do anything humiliating. “I mean, I’m going to text her anyway, but just in case she doesn’t get it or…”

“Oh, I’m certain Taehyung’s making sure she’ll get it.” Hoseok cackles as your face completely flushes, reaching over to pick up a beanie on the dashboard and throwing it at his face. The laughter dies down when you put your hand on the handle of the car door, and Hoseok places his hand on your arm, stopping you for just a second. “Hey, listen, I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have accused you of being one of Namjoon’s tonight and–”

“Who is that guy? He can’t be that bad for you to accuse me of being his girlfriend.” You laugh, shaking your head, but Hoseok doesn’t look in the least amused.

“He’s nobody.” He dismisses you, his eyes hardening like before. “Again, I’m sorry for tonight. I should have let you explain and I shouldn’t have gone all berserk on you and Jungkook, especially not on your wrists. You should probably put some ice on those, by the way.”

You’re leave agape, your brain looking high and low for words until you stutter out a few works of thanks.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” You nod, a bashful smile on your lips, and get out of the car.

You go to sleep that night with the idea that Jung Hoseok seems too much like a dream, and not in the sense of him being too perfect for this world. Jung Hoseok’s fast, he comes and goes when he please, he’s rapid scenes consisting of memories and wishes and thoughts you never imagined would filter in your head, and he disappears just as soon as you start to understand. For almost a month, Daeyoung doesn’t speak a word about her boyfriend and his band and his parties, and you don’t even dare bring up either the midnight-haired boy you shared more than kisses with, even if it was cut too soon, or the bright-haired one you shared a few laughs with.

And just like a dream, you find yourself falling asleep slightly wishing that you’d get to continue knowing Jung Hoseok, that you’d pick up where you left off with him all over again. The ending of your dream comes to you in the form of a stressful Saturday spent staring at your laptop’s screen with dead eyes and an even more gone brain, still in your pyjamas and losing hope to ever finish this school year.

You hear movement in the living room and Daeyoung on the phone, the déja vu too much for you as you wonder if it’s about time you get to restart your so-called adventures. Who knows, perhaps this time you can find Jungkook again and finish what you began. But your ticket to wildness doesn’t come, because you hear the door to your apartment close not long after, and silence envelops you as always. You know you and Daeyoung aren’t the closest friends and if any of her other friends are available, you’re pretty much inexistent, but still.

You’re finally giving up on seeing either of the two boys that have been haunting you for days when the scenario plays in your mind all by itself – a girl in a tight dress, maybe even one of Daeyoung’s friends, sitting in the same chair you were in, with her hands all over Jungkook as he whispers in her ear the same words that had shivers rolling down your back in waves, or even worse, with her wrists between Hoseok’s fingers – what the fuck is wrong with you?

Huffing, you close your laptop roughly and throw your head back. Is it possible for you not to be the only person who’s done that? God, how could have been so naïve? Of course you’re not the only girl who threw herself at Jeon Jungkook’s feet not even an hour after meeting him, and how could you have been when he’s possibly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen? He probably does that with every girl Daeyoung brings to their gigs, hell, she probably knew exactly what was going to happen to you that night before you did.

The phone’s sudden ting! Is that what takes you out of your session of self-pity, an unknown number flashing on your screen as you read the text:

Unknown: send back two sunflower emojis if this is the pretty girl in the black dress and the purple jacket [7:32pm]

Unknown: and if this is not her, send back a cactus I’ll get the message [7:33pm]

You have a feeling you know who sent this, you can’t be too off on your guesses anyway, because who else except Jungkook saw you in your jacket that you oh-so-conveniently left in that underground bedroom when Hoseok dragged you out?

You: aren’t you getting a message anyway, smart ass? [7:34pm]

Unknown: oh I think I just hit the jackpot [7:34pm]

Unknown: but tbh I’m not the only lucky one, you just won yourself a date with me [7:35pm]

You snort with derision, but you decide that, what the hell, you’re going to play with him for a while and inflate his ego.

You: and will I have the privilege of knowing who this is before the date? [7:37pm]

You: just so I’d know what to wear, of course [7:37pm]

Unknown: does that mean you’d wear what I saw you in last time if I tell you I’m, let’s say, Taeyang [7:38pm]

Unknown: anyway, you’ll find out soon enough when you follow the address I asked a certain someone to leave on your kitchen counter [7:38pm]

Unknown: I’ll see you soon, love [7:39pm]

50 Things To Remember In Life

Dear Friend,

There are 365 days in a year
And you and I both know from many unfortunate personal experiences,
That not all of those days will be good.
For some, the majority of those days will be a breeze
For others, each day will be a trial.
The world is a difficult place.
The world is an interesting place.
I am here to give you a few reminders
To keep up with this trying world we live in.

1. Follow your own heart and dreams. Don’t ever let anyone else tell you what you can or can’t do.

2. If you want something enough, you will find a way to make it happen.

3. You will meet people who hate you, and you will meet people who love you, and you will meet people who you think love you. Don’t be fooled. Some people are just passing by in your story called life. They’re there to teach you something, so always be aware.

4. Always remember that bad things and situations you don’t like will end. It may take minutes, hours, days, or years, but never forget that they will end eventually. You can get through anything.

5. You are your own person, not anyone else’s. Don’t let people take control of you and change your beautiful self.

6. The people in your life who make you giggle and smile in the darkest of times are ones you need to keep with you forever. There is always the potential for hard times, and you’ll need someone to cheer you on.

7. You do not have to live up to any standards or expectations. Family and peers and society are constantly telling us that we have to be a certain way, or else we aren’t good enough. Tune out of that thinking and just be yourself. That’s the best thing you can be.

8. Don’t be afraid to step outside of your comfort zone. Being out of the box can bring on so many amazing new opportunities you never even thought existed.

9. A lot is going to happen to you during your lifetime, so let yourself feel anything and everything. Always feel as much as you can. It makes you experience things at a higher level and you can say, “Yes I know this feeling. I’ve been here before.”

10. A good cry cleanses the heart and mind and soul.

11. Appreciate the small things. They can teach you to love and be at peace with everything around you.

12. It’s okay to take a break from everyday duties once in a while.

13. Travel whenever possible, it opens the mind. Go on adventures in new places and learn about the world. You will come back a new person.

14. Get up the courage to talk to strangers. That’s how you meet people. Who knows, the next person you meet could end up being your new best friend.

15. Stand in the rain and breathe in the wide open air and absorb everything you can about the earth.

16. Long walks are something that can clear the mind and resolve many issues.

17. It’s okay to lay in bed with a book all day.

18. Look out the window and watch the snow silently fall. It’s one of the most peaceful and relaxing things you can do.

19. Remember that everyone is living their very own life with their own problems, so always be kind and respect others.

20. Keep and open mind and listen to people’s thoughts. You might discover more than you think.

21. You are not defined by your weight or skin color or career or the number of friends you have or your grades in school or your decisions. You are so much more than that.

22. Everyone makes mistakes in life, so don’t judge a person based on their decisions.

23. Keep your own limits and morals. Don’t give them up for anyone.

24. Live a little. Be spontaneous and experience all that you possibly can.

25. Aim to live a life that you will be proud of and content with when you’re 90 years old.

26. Things in life will tear you down, but time heals everything.

27. Rumors don’t help anyone. Don’t start or spread them.

28. Your soulmate is out there in the world searching for you too. Don’t lose hope. You’ll find each other one day.

29. Treat yourself once in a while.

30. Random acts of kindness can make someone’s day and it can make you feel good too.

31. You’re going to have to work if you want to live a truly happy life. Don’t cheat or make someone else do the work for you. That will only make an unfulfilled and empty life for you in the end.

32. Be proud of everything you do.

33. Self love never hurt anyone.

34. Find things to look forward to. It will keep you excited and more hopeful for the bright future.

35. Leave a piece of you in every place you go and with every person you meet.

36. Always listen to people. Everyone just wants to be heard and understood and feel like they matter to someone.

37. Do what is best for you in the long run, even if it hurts at first.

38. Love with all your heart and soul at every opportunity.

39. Never settle for less. You deserve the best and whatever makes you truly happy.

40. Don’t feel bad if someone doesn’t like you. It’s their loss because they won’t get to experience your magnificent presence.

41. Never fear love. Love can make you grow and blossom and teach you so much. Don’t fear it, but proceed with caution. Broken hearts will heal with time, but they are never fun.

42. Dancing silly to your favorite songs will guarantee some giggles and smiles.

43. Always sing in the shower, and when you’re home alone, sing as loud as you can.

44. Put effort into everything you do. It makes it all worthwhile and you feel better about it in the end. You can reflect and say “Look at this. I’m proud.”

45. Exercise makes you feel good and you’ll feel accomplished too. Try it sometime.

46. You are beautiful exactly how you are. Don’t deny yourself of your own loveliness.

47. You may not be perfect, because no one is, but you’re hella radiant, which is near perfection.

48. To grow as a person and expand your mind and soul, learn at least one new thing everyday.

49. Don’t beat yourself up about things you have no control over.

50. Happiness is not a goal or a point on a map. It is a state of being that everyone deserves.

Now my friend, I hope you can carry these things with you in your heart
Because every time you are down
You can always get back up.
Every time you are afraid
The fear won’t last forever.
This world and the people in it may knock you down
But you need to keep getting back up.
You have to.
Live, live, live.
Live your dream life. Make things happen.
It will be hard and it may seem hopeless and pointless sometimes,
But just remember that things really do get better.
The world is a difficult place.
The world is a beautiful place.
But only if you believe it to be.

Don’t lose hope.
I love you.

Sincerely, Me.

—  s.h. (via evanescentbeings )

mj is still a little insecure of himself and he’s not as confident of his looks as he keeps saying he is and he’s still worried about how he’ll hit his notes when he stands up on stage to sing. i forget sometimes that he’s the oldest and he can feel just as pressured and stressed as anyone else because he’s always this loud, happy ball of sunshine that lights up rooms and smiles on everyone’s faces, and i just forget sometimes that he has his own worries too. it makes me so sad and frustrated that he cant see? how much he means to us??? how i gasp and clap my hands when he hits his high notes and the way his laugh rings out brightly, and how his dumb antics never fail to pull a laugh out of anyone, be it in the same room as he is or through a screen all across the world. he shines brighter than any sun out there in all the galaxies combined and that makes him 10x more attractive than he already is, and i wish he could see that im so sad