Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU Word Count: 6,330
“Have you talked to Y/N recently?”
Jeon Jungkook flickers his gaze over to the speaker, having only caught the faint murmur of a voice through his headphones, before the maknae tugs the equipment off of his head. “Sorry, what did you say hyung?”
Yoongi sighs, shutting his laptop completely and silently beckoning the other boy to follow suit. He has been battling this internal question for the past few hours, in spite of its simplicity, but it’s the context behind the question that has Yoongi all worried about what the answer could lead to. He has always been told not to ask questions he did not wish to know the answer to, and yet here he was: asking something in which the response was likely to terrify him. Yet, still doing so anyways.
“Have you talked to Y/N recently?” He repeats, heart ramming out of his chest as he gauges the youngest for any shift in expression to indicate an answer. But Jungkook is no longer that shy 15 year old who couldn’t lie to anyone’s face, the boy hides his emotions well. “I know that you guys… are friends.”
Jungkook momentarily can’t meet Yoongi’s gaze—the youngest looks set on tracing the outline of the headphones that rest along his neck—before he finally looks up. “Are you trying to ask if I know about what happened between you and noona? Because I do.”
One day he will figure out what is going on right in front of him, using the explanation that came out of his own mouth less than a chapter ago.
But today is not that day.
I can’t tell what’s funnier. Syaoran’s tiny sigh of relief that Kurogane didn’t die in his own flashback? Kurogane’s look of utter dismay that his amazing attack didn’t work as well as he wanted it to?
Or the fact that it looks like Syaoran is reveling in joy at the sight of Kurogane’s sadness?
shouldn’t have asked Mari for help. She knew she should have asked Kanan. Kanan
always gave great advice, after all. But she asked Mari. And Mari was happy
about it. Very, very happy. It was like she had been waiting for You to ask her
for help all her life. Like she knew she was going to do it and had her answer
to confess Chika the feelings she had for her. She decided she wouldn’t have to
hold back her urge to kiss her anymore. She was just tired of hiding her
feelings. The thing is that she didn’t know how to do it. She didn’t know
where, when. She didn’t know what words to say, what attitude to have. Maybe
she was overthinking the situation, yes. But she couldn’t help it. It was
Chika, after all. Her lifelong crush. The actual love of her life.
Mari comes in. You asked her what should she do. Mari’s answer was quite simple
but impossible to do: “Kiss her.”
As if it
were so easy. If it were, You would have done it years ago. She almost rolled
her eyes when Mari said it. It sounded ridiculous.
Mari she couldn’t do that. “Why not?” Was her answer. You stayed in silence.
She wasn’t sure what to answer.
Omg can you please do a Making out with WinWin ? 😱❤️
can you do a making out winwin please? thank you!!
So, this wasn’t written by me but actually Venus aka @yoonohwhat, so thank you so so so much and I’m so grateful that you wrote it and it’s so good and holy shit, bless you, your blog, your followers and your future children. ILYSM hbfdhaushbd and lmao guys she was claiming how this was too short and shit but honestly I love this so much anD MY HEART tysm❤️
This is so well written honestly, I’m jealous of her writing skills
ok so making out with winwin would be very fluffy and awkward
it would start off with you two cuddling in bed
youre running your hands through his hair
he looks at your face thats concentrated on his hair and just,, admires.
after a while he goes red and stares at your lips until he just leans forward
before you can even kiss him back he pulled away and sat up on the bed, his hands covering his face
you sit up too and look @ him like
um are you okay??????
you kiss him on the cheek and smile to reassure him it was ok
you both moved to face each other, his legs criss crossed in front of him and yours tucked under you
you both were kind of staring at each other for a while before you moved in and kissed him
he kissed back and his face heated up reAL QUICK
you pecked his lips a bunch of times and pulled away for a second before winwin gathered enough courage to lean back in
his lips were very soft and felt amazing pressed against your own
you both sit there kissing eachother until finally you opened your mouth a little bit and ran your tongue softly on his lower lip
his eyes sprang open but he slightly opened his mouth anyways and let your tongues touch before he broke the kiss and burried his face in your neck
he kissed your shoulder and brought his face back up
“its ok sicheng lol”
once you got back into it you tried to run your tongue against his lips again
this time he calmly rested one of his hands on your hip and the other on your knee
you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled away for air
and to make him feel a little more comfortable you kissed his cheek
then his nose
then his forehead
then finally his lips again
he swears he could’ve screamed
you lean your nose into his softly and rub it against his beforepecking his lips again
and when you smiled at him his heart fluttered
he grabbed both of your hips and pulled you both down on the bed, facing eachother on your sides
he carefully grabs your neck and pulls you to kiss him again
he accidentally bit your lip too hard a couple times because hes clumsy
and he pulled your hair by accident
he made a few mistakes and got very shy a couple times
when he was very comfortable he finally kissed your cheek
and moved down onto you jaw
and your neck
he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him so you could be a little closer
because he felt really safe and really at home when you were close to him
“youre so beautiful y/n”
“you are too sicheng”
it was then he mentally skeeted away from the conversation
can we stop trashing enjolras in e/r i’m all for monstrous enjolras characterization, but more along the lines of ‘this bar is now only serving molotov cocktails’ instead of being written as verbally abusive
i know the ‘incapable of thought belief life death etc etc’ section is maddening my first thought was ‘mon ange you shot a man like three chapters ago but that will not deter me from punching you in the face’ but people use that scene to justify cruel, horrible enjolras when the context is grantaire harrassing and bullying a waitress on a battlefield completely wasted while the rest of them prepare for war. it’s not as pointlessly harsh as people make it out to be, it’s the last fucking straw. the revolution is what enjolras has been working towards his whole life, why do people take this line and act like it’s a regular occurrence?
he’s disdainful, and (ironically h a ha) skeptical of grantaire, and hugo lets us know he’s rebuffed him many times but I don’t see a basis for interpreting him as the kind of guy who delivers an Ego Eviscerating speech for anything less than ‘I’m literally preparing to fight and die while you’re being a useless dick’ hugo says he felt ‘lofty pity’ not ‘you’re the worst and i fucking hate you’
i think it’s pretty obvious from hugo’s earlier drafts that enjolras didn’t expect OFPD (his ’thank you’ holds so much surprise & gratitude) i don’t think enjolras knew and understood the extent of grantaire’s loyalty (i don’t think grantaire did either: ‘without being clearly aware of it, and without any notion of explaining it to himself, he was spellbound––’)
yes, several passages talk about how “sweet” and “tender” he was but that tenderness is also accompanied by sass, bullshit, and melodrama, would you expect sincerity from someone who follows you around saying shit like ‘what marmoreal magnificence?’ unreal
i would think they’re fucking with me, not ‘maybe we’ll die holding hands’ and grantaire offering to help with your revolution when he goes around whistling monarchy tunes to piss you off is like a troll blog offering to help you with your latest politically progressive news article, you’re gonna sideeye the fuck out of it. why people think enjolras knows how grantaire feels about him when he ‘barely perceived roses, he was oblivious of spring, he did not hear birds sing, etc etc’ and would go out of his way to be cruel even knowing that is beyond me