lift up the earth

To tell the truth, love is a heavenly beast that scares the hell out of me. I watch it devour people, two by two; it fascinates them with the lure of eternity, shuts them up in a sort of cocoon, lifts them up to heaven, and then drops their carcasses back to earth like peels.
—  Kamel Daoud, The Meursault Investigation (Trans. John Cullen)

Series:Yoongi | Jin | Jimin | Namjoon | Jungkook | Taehyung

Genre: Angst, but a happy ending; Soulmate!AU where you lose color vision when you meet your soulmate

Pairing: Hoseok X Reader

Word Count: 3.3K

Originally posted by jitonic

“Which color is this?”

You glance over at the thing your mother is pointing at, and shake your head at it in disgust.

“Ew, no.” You say, tugging her away from the hideously colored, zesty orange scarf, “That is gonna look absolutely terrible on you—don’t buy it.”

“Relax.” Your mother rolls her eyes, still letting you guide her to the… safer section of the store, “It’s not like your Dad’s going to mind, sweetheart.”

“Yes, but,” You shrug defeatedly, “That’s because Dad can’t see how hideous the color is. I still can.”

“I thank you for the sentiment, honey.”


The two of you share a private grin, before your mother hums delicately and busies herself looking through racks and racks of shirts, feeling the material absently. You only watch, noting to yourself sadly how she frowns confusedly at certain shirts of the same design, but different colors. You sigh then, propelling yourself forward.

“Take this one.” You push the plum colored shirt back onto the rack, and press the maroon one into her hands, “It suits you better.”

“Oh, thank you sweetheart.” She says gratefully, smiling gently at you, “What on earth would I do without you?”

“I ask myself that every day.” You mutter to yourself as you watch her make for the changing rooms, “Indeed, what would you do?”

Sighing, you take out your phone, trying to preoccupy yourself with one of your apps so that you can pass the time away. No matter how much you play, though, you can’t get your mind off your mother’s predicament.

Why on earth would people actively look for their soulmates, if their vision turns grey the second they do? What on earth would possess them, for them to do that? It doesn’t…it just doesn’t make sense.

Your mother comes back, by then, clothes bundled up in the shopping bag. You take it from her and, sighing at the ugly orange scarf at the bottom of the pile, make your way to the cash counter with her so that you can pay.

“Good morning Ma’am!”

You trace the countertop idly as your mom exchanges pleasantries with some guy behind the computer. You don’t look up, not until your mom nudges at you to hand her wallet over. Fishing it out, you present it to her, before lazily trailing your eyes upward, locking on surprised cocoa brown ones, before everything turns grey.

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The Encyclopedia (Destiel)

A little one shot I wrote… I hope you like it! Let me know if you do, and send me a prompt if you feel so inclined!

“This is a terrible idea, Sam,” Dean said, voice hushed and hurried so no one in the library would hear him. “I really can’t do this.”

“Dean, you’ve been staring at him for the past hour. Go talk to him!” Sam hissed, poking his brother with the spine of one of his books.

They were at the library, picking up books for one of Sam’s middle school classes. Dean had had to drive him to the library right after his football practice, so Dean was still in his letterman jacket, hair damp and eyes bright when he saw him. A boy, the boy, of Dean’s dreams, fantasies, and desires. He was a little smaller than Dean, with ruffled dark hair and those eyes, like every tear Dean had ever shed was crystallized in that hypnotizing blue. He was a fucking masterpiece, and while Dean was well versed in flirtation, he had no idea how to approach this stunning and slightly nerdy boy. He could flirt, yes, but he didn’t know how to flirt with someone in a sweater vest.

“How am I supposed to talk to him?” Dean peeked around the edge of the bookshelf to glance at the boy, who was carefully running a slim finger across the spines of the books on the shelf. Dean turned back to his brother, a look of unadulterated panic on his face. “He reads.

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Sakura Haruno Facts
  • Fear of spiders is arachnophobia, fear of tight spaces is claustrophobia, fear of Sakura Haruno is called Logic
  • Sakura Haruno counted to infinity - twice.
  • Death once had a near-Sakura Haruno experience
  • When Sakura Haruno does a pushup, she isn’t lifting herself up, she’s pushing the Earth down.
  • If you spell Sakura Haruno in Scrabble, you win. Forever.
  • Outer space exists because it’s afraid to be on the same planet with Sakura Haruno
  • Sakura Haruno played Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun and won.
  • Sakura Haruno is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for her left and right legs.
  • Sakura Haruno is so fast, she can run around the world and punch herself in the back of the head.
  • A bulletproof vest wears Sakura Haruno for protection.
  • When Sakura Haruno enters a room, she doesn’t turn the lights on, she turns the dark off.
Steve Rogers #1

You sat between Steve’s legs, your back pressed up against his chest, listening to the other Avengers talking about Thor’s hammer. Steve played with the strands of your hair, causing you to start falling asleep. You grab his hand, kissing the back of it. You look at him to find that he is already looking at you with a smile on his face, he wraps both arms around you and kisses your forehead. You still had no idea how you became so lucky to end up with Captain America as your boyfriend. You had been dating for 3 years, he had asked you out soon after you had defeated Loki and of course you had said yes. You had joined The Avengers because of your powers, you were able to control elements, with the move of your hands you could create fireballs, ice things over, control water, lift the earth up and create blasts of air that sometimes were strong enough to knock Hulk over.

“You okay Doll?” Steve asks.

“I’m fine. I was just thinking, that’s all.”


“Us and this.”

You hold out your hand and create a tiny fireball, that hovers just over your palm.

“It’s a magic trick.” Clint says pointing to Thor’s hammer.

Your fireball quickly disappears as you move your hand to rest on Steve’s arm.

“I love you and your amazing powers. Especially when I can just hand you my beer and you can instantly make it cold.”

You giggle at Steve’s comment and snuggle more into him and carry on listening to Clint and Thor talking about the hammer.

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@fyeahmyths​ two week summer event
day thirteen: Oceanic Deity → Tāne

The Polynesian god of light, and of the forests and trees, Tāne is the first son of Papatuanuku and Ranginui. After his birth he settled in the sky. At dawn he ‘splits open the world’ by lifting up the seam of the sky off of the earth, so that a part of the outside world becomes visible.

yawpkatsi  asked:

IMAGINE (househusband) STEVE ROGERS polishing and detailing his husband Cap!Sam's shield after a long mission!!!!!!!!!

“Steve,” he hears Sam’s voice say. “I think it’s clean.”

Steve just rolls his eyes as Sam sits down next to him on the couch. For Captain America, Sam sure doesn’t care much about shield maintenance. Steve would be the one to judge those things, considering he’s the one that asked Sam to take the title. “You know what else is clean?” Sam says. He tips his head down to Steve’s shoulder and Steve instinctively leaves his own head so their skin can touch. “The kids.”

“Are they asleep?” Steve asks, he takes some of the polish and rubs it over the scratch right to the left of the star. “It’s a bit early for them to sleep. They’re gonna be up at four in the morning, you know.”

Sam chuckles beside him. “Steve, baby, it’s almost eleven.” Steve head snaps up at that. Sam explains, “You’ve been fussing over the shield for forever. What, you miss it or something?”

Steve feels his face soften. For how unbelievably easy it was for Steve to choose Sam to pick up his shield, it’s immensely hard for Sam to believe that he’s worthy of it. He hears the self-doubt creep into his husband’s voice. The mere suggestion that Steve misses the shield enough to come out of retirement makes him scoff. “No way!” He sets the shield down onto the table and slides it a few inches closer to Sam. “But I do love it. You know why?”

“Because it was made for you from the rarest metal on the Earth?”

“No,” Steve says. He lifts Sam’s head up gently with his fingertips, makes Sam look at him. “Because it keeps you safe. Because it keeps our family together.”

Sam bites at his lower lips for a moment- the weight of Steve’s statement flickering across his eyes. “You’re such a sap,” he manages.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve groans. “Can I kiss you?”


thisnerdygermangirl  asked:

I love your stories and wanted to ask if you could do one where Betty is sick (stomachache or aomething like that) and Jughead is really sweet and takes care of her

Thanks love! I’ll give it a go!

“It’s fine Veronica, it’s just a stomach ache.” Betty whispered as she slid her hands up her shirt pressing her palms onto her flat stomach, her cool fingers felt good against her warm skin, the nauseous feeling having been constant all morning.

“B, I know you’re stomach acts up when you’re stressed. You have to relax.” Veronica stated, her hand coming to cover her friends.

Rolling her eyes, Betty pulled her hand away. She loved Veronica and she knew that she was only trying to help, but telling her to relax wasn’t going to curb the ever present sense of dread her anxiety brought her.

“I’m fine Veronica, just leave it alone.” With that she turned back to her textbook and kept both hands on the table, Veronicas phone rang and she put a finger up to Betty with an apologetic shrug as she walked out of the blue and gold office to answer it. if she acted like she was fine the gross, achy feeling would go away … right?

“Not so much no, but I admire your dedication to wishful thinking.” The familiar mumble of her favorite boy broke her out of her thoughts, she looked up at him with a confused smile
“You were thinking out loud again.” He smirked as she blushed “stomach still hurting?” His expression turned more serious as he jumped onto the couch, sitting incredibly close, his hand moving before dropping right back to his side, almost as if he had talked himself out of doing something.

“I don’t feel stressed” she started, leaning into him slightly “my mom ya know, she was being awful this morning but I’m over it. I guess my stomach just isn’t.” She sighed, her hand dropping to Jugheads knees as she drew lazy circles trying to distract her self from the knots and tightness she was currently feeling.

She looked up at Jughead after a few moments of silence, it seemed like he was trying to talk himself into something

“Juggie?” She asked.

He took a long look In her eyes before whispering
“Fuck it.”

Before she knew it she was being shoved gently onto the ugly plaid couch that she loved, Jughead gently pushed her up against the edge and grabbed her legs hooking them over his own long ones. She felt her cheeks blush bright red as he slowly lifted her shirt up about halfway exposing her stomach

“Jughead! What on earth?!…”

She quickly cut off her complaints as she felt the beanie wearing boy drop his long fingers to her stomach, massaging and pushing gently. Boy was she glad she did those crunches yesterday, not that he would have cared. He lay his hand flat on her stomach as his other hand went to work rubbing up and down. The sensation felt amazing and she could feel her eyes rolling back. If she wasn’t in love with him before, she most definitely was now.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you, I’ve never done this before, but I saw mom do it to jellybean when she had a stomach ache.” He explained, his own cheeks pink.

Betty shook her head aggressively

“Never stop. Like ever. Can we live here? Can we live here and you can massage my tummy everyday all day.” She groaned.

“Sounds like a solid plan to me. We might have to pay the school though, it is private property.” He smirked, his fingers trailing over the waistband of her jeans.

“Private schmivate” Betty said, her eyes closed and her hand moving to grab him and bring him down to lay beside her. He tumbled towards her as she adjusted and tucked into his side

“Thanks Juggie.” She whispered, her nose touching his “I actually feel so much better, I have free period next and you do too, wanna take a nap with me?” Her eyes were already closing and her arms had an iron grip around his waist, he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.

But did Jughead Jones ever want to say no to Betty Cooper?

“You got it Juliet” he dropped a kiss to her forehead and let himself fall into a peaceful sleep, the girl he loved curled against him, both of the two teens oblivious to Veronica Lodge snapping pics as she and Kevin smirked from the doorway.

“should I hashtag it #bugheadbellyache ? Or is that too much?” Kevin asked seriously.

anonymous asked:

now I'm picturing people coming up with chuck norris jokes with hanin.


Hanin Lavellan Facts:

Armor wears Hanin Lavellan for protection.

Hanin Lavellan can kill two stones with one bird.

While trekking through the Emerald Graves, a snake bit Hanin Lavellan’s leg. After five days of excruciating pain, the snake finally died. 

They say Hanin Lavellan has a great bear rug in his quarters. The great bear isn’t dead, it’s just afraid to move.

Before going to bed, Fen’Harel checks under his bed for Hanin Lavellan.

When Hanin Lavellan does push ups he isn’t lifting himself up, he’s pushing the earth down.

Fear of spiders is called arachnophobia. Fear of tight spaces is called claustrophobia. Fear of Hanin Lavellan is called logic.

Hanin Lavellan uses a stunt double during crying scenes.

Sharks have a week dedicated to Hanin Lavellan.

Hanin Lavellan’s calendar skips April 1st, because no one fools Hanin Lavellan.

Death once had a near-Hanin experience.

Hanin Lavellan once got stopped by guards at the Winter Palace. After a few stern words, he let the guards off with a warning.

If abled people could like… stop using the experiences of certain disabled people to belittle the struggles of other disabled people who don’t fit their mold of “inspirational” or “successful” that would be great. We aren’t on this earth to lift YOU up and inspire YOU. Just because that one guy with that one disability can do that one thing doesn’t mean that every disabled person you come across can too.

Who can compare with You, O God? You have allowed me to suffer much hardship, but You will restore me to life again and lift me up from the depths of the earth. You will restore me to even greater honour and comfort me once again.
—  Psalm 71:19b-21
Siriel: Part One

Flinging her braid over her shoulder, Lyria swaggered her way through the castle, taking note of the fae guards watching her. She gave them a curling wave and smiled broadly; to which they merely exchanged glances and shook their heads.

Following the long gilded hallway to her chambers, Lyria leaned against her door frame and sighed through her nose, gazing at her twin laying on her bed with his face in a thickly bound teal book. How typical.

Whistling loudly, Lyria laughed at her brother as he dropped his book, nearly falling off her bed. She dropped the rising temperature with her ice as his gold-rimmed eyes narrowed in on her, his face flushed, nearly glowing.

She tilted her head and examined the ends of her braid before sliding a bright smile to her brother. “What are you doing in my chambers, Twin?”

“Well, I was reading,” Sam huffed and leaned over, picking his book back up. Glowering at her, Sam settled back into her bed. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, the High Lady is about to fuck Tamlin up.”

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potatoes-tomatoes  asked:

Could you please do prompt #14 with botw zelink? I loved their chemistry in the game and I know you can do them justice ❤👍

This nails them to a ‘T’ in my opinion. Whether it’s botw or another game, I feel this hits they’re characters well enough for me to not have to strain so much to stay in character.

Thank you, I’m going to enjoy this :3


Zelda walked pristinely with her head down in long, slow strides down her castle halls.

Link, being ever faithful, remained close behind her.

This wasn’t new to them. After her father had ordered her to fixate the rest of her time on her prayers, she was soon found moping around the castle, having come back from previous praying.

She remained silent, almost as silent as the dusk, as the sun began to set.

Link kept up her pace, but looked down.

Something inside him told him something was wrong,… and he should say something.

Often remaining silent about his feelings upon everything, he wondered how long she would remain under silence…

The silence wasn’t new to him, but he knew it was silently paining her inside.

She was usually cheerful about the things she liked.


He stopped walking a moment, and Zelda broke her stride, turning behind her.


He remained looking to the side, outside the window, spotting something that completely took over his interests.

She paused a moment, before turning around, her dress carrying the motion. “What’s wrong, Link..? What do you see?” she turned to the window, and then back to Link, walking towards him.

“Has something caught your eye?”

He continued to stare…

Suddenly, he rushed forward, startling Zelda. “Ah! Link!” she faltered back, before stumbling to rebalance herself and ran towards the window.

He placed a foot up on the ledge, and jumped, looking determined as he flew downward with his arms out wide.

“Liiink!” she rammed herself against the edge of the windowsill, and looked around, worried.

When she saw him rushing to the garden, her eyes widened in shock, not sure what he was doing, and quickly darted to the stairs, lifting her dress up and hurrying to find out-

“What on earth had possessed you to-!?” she looked pretty angry, but mostly surprised and panicked with worry, before stopping in mid-sentence and stride, lifting a hand up.


Link had picked a flower for her.

He held it with a neutral expression on his face, then nodded his head and walked towards her.

Bending to one knee, he ducked his head and held it out for her to accept.

Her eyes delicately stared down in wonder at the flower, before smiling kindly and tilting her head, understanding his true intent.

“Link…” she drew forth her hand, and lightly took the flower from his hand, barely skimming her fingers against his own.

He lightly blushed from the sensation of it, but with his head down, no one could tell.

He rose it up, as if half expecting her to acknowledge it, but knew he was probably just thinking oddly and shook his head, quickly getting up from kneeling.

He readjusted himself as she smiled even more warmly towards the flower, and held it up to her nose.

“…Link, have you been paying attention to my herbal lessons?” She tilted her head, a slightly cheeky look coming on her face.

He honestly didn’t know what she was talking about, and put a hand up behind his head, scratching it.

“Hmm… I guess not.” she turned around, facing her back to him.

“..This flower… is called Love Eternal.”

“Wa-ah!” he seemed to trip on her words, before regaining himself.

Had he just accidentally confessed!?

She giggled lightly, a breathy one, before lightly touching the petals of the flower.

“It’s said that when women are too shy to say it, since the tradition has always stood that men do those honors first… that they plant these in their gardens and flowerbeds… a silent invitation for him to propose.”

She lightly turned her head back to Link, nodding some comfort to him, but still teasing him.

“I assumed you didn’t know. It’s alright. I thought it was very cute, and awfully funny of you. Thank you… Link. It did make me feel better.”

Her kindness… her gentle reassurance not to worry…

His shoulders fell as he lowered his arm from being raised, and looked down, nodding in his embarrassment.

“Please, don’t act so modest. I honestly felt flattered.” Zelda closed her eyes and smiled, nodding another reassurance for him not to worry.

“Now then.” she lowered her hands, keeping the flower tightly in one of them.

She regained her natural dignity, and looked seriously back to the castle. “Father has forbidden me to leave the castle walls if not for the sole purpose of my prayers… we should return before he suspects us of any treason against his words…”

Link looked up.

He realized how much she held back.. the true pain at saying those words.

Even his adventurous spirit felt trapped and coped up here… but it was more than just tolerable, because he was protecting the princess.

So long as he had the princess….

On her way to her quarters, Link stopped once again.

“…” Zelda turned her head once more, “Link,…”

He looked out the window.

“..You’re not planning to jump out of the window again are you?” Zelda smiled, turning around, “I swear, Link.” she giggled, “You almost gave me a heart attack last time.”

He looked back at her, and smiled kindly, before looking apologetic.

He then lowered his head.


He closed his eyes, deeply looking troubled and saddened.

“…What ever is the matter?”

Zelda walked back towards him, and waited in front of him.

When his eyes slowly opened, but didn’t look to her, she lightly raised a hand, but never fully touched him.

He looked up, following the gesture.

“…I know you’re worried about me.” Zelda looked understanding, and with every ounce of a gentle loving friend, she spoke again, “And I must ask you to keep enduring for me.”

“A-ah…” he voiced out, stepping to balance himself more.

She knew?

She looked down, turning her head away, and placing her hand holding the flower up against her chest.

“I understand you feel at a loss… wanting to help me, but not being able to disobey orders.”

He held his stare, but closed his mouth tightly.

“I’m sorry, Link… I truly do hope you know…” she looked back up at him, her pleasant face always sending a feeling through him… but he just wasn’t sure what to call it.

His eyes quickly darted to the flower, before blinking back up at her fast as instantly as he had glanced.

“I enjoyed the confession today.” She mischievously beamed.


She laughed, seeing his over-exaggerated expression.

She held another hand over her mouth, bending down and then slowly coming back up, enjoying his hilarious expression and reaction.

“Oh, Link! Haha, forgive me, haha! I couldn’t help but repeat myself again. Haha!”

She was smiling… she was genuinely laughing… at least that was enough.

Link continued to turn, embarrassed.

Later that night, as she slept silently in her bed, Link stood by her window.

He held his sword out in front, down to the floor, as his hands rested on it’s hilt.

In the shadows, he turned from his position of guarding to stare at her a moment… and the Love Eternal flower, glistening in the moonlight.

He slowly walked over to it.

Then bent down by Zelda’s side, looking over at her calm, peacefully sleeping face.

He leaned down, a quiet voice in her dreams…

“What if… I did..?”

She lightly stirred as wind passed by her ear.

the curtains of the open balcony window lightly draped over the moonlight, revealing the beautiful landscape of Hyrule outside.


The flower lightly dropped a petal from it’s watery glass.

“…Love you.”

Zelda felt something warm and slightly moist upon her cheek, but never spoke of the dreamed voice sense.

(Got a little AU at the end there. I should have just ended with, instead of ‘what if I did?’ to “Always” huh? May have kept it fully in character canon, lol)

Insecurities (Newt Imagine)

Hello darlings! So here’s a little imagine I wrote playing with the idea of Newt’s harder times fitting in during his time in Hogwarts. It’s a quick little idea, but I hope you enjoy it!

“Newt!” You smiled calling out to the tall amber haired boy on the opposite end of the courtyard. A quick glance from your friend and a slight bend of the wrist in what you barely passed for a wave were all you received as he continued to slowly make his way down the stone halls toward his destination. You felt your smile fade as his usually cheery greetings blurred into the grey stormy skies above. What was that all about? Raising your wand to cast an umbrella like shield above your head, you stepped out into the soggy courtyard to make your way over and find out.

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anonymous asked:

What impressed me about Diana's character, she's super badass but is still a cupcake who adores babies, gets exited about new things like typical disney princesses, and is so down to earth, yet lifts up a motherfucking tanker like a pillow!!!!

Yes!! Diana is very kind, loving and compassionate but she is also very confident, determined, strong and will use force if she must. It’s an amazing combination of traits and why I love her character so much💕

anonymous asked:

So my sister isn't exactly an army, like she just watches their mvs listens to their songs and knows their names but that's about it, so today I randomly showed her the part where kookie picks jimin up on his shoulder and slaps his butt in that run ep just to see her reaction and she couldn't register it at first, she was like WAIT IS THAT KOOKIE PICKING UP JIMIN WHAT ARE THEY DOING HE LITERALLY PUT HIM ON HIS SHOULDERRR and was like repeat that!! So I did and her expression was like ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°

the butt slap is an iconic jikook moment that will never die. I love it so much. It’s just so??? like why on earth was jk’s first instinct to lift jimin up, toss him over his shoulder, and slap his ass. and why was jimin so casual about it?? like he didn’t even flinch or say ow, he just tried to close the jail cell. like. how used to butt slaps is he??? and then when they stand around awkwardly afterwards like “i can’t believe we just did that on camera”. what an amazing moment that will never be forgotten. BTW, UR SISTER WAS LEGIT ME WHEN I FIRST SAW IT, I REPEATED IT LIKE 5 TIMES BEFORE IT REGISTERED IN MY HEAD WHAT HAD HAPPENED! is your sister now  a jikook shipper??

(gifcred to comfyjimin)

Kiss Me on My Eyes (Jonghyun x Reader)

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Kiss Me on My Eyes

(내 두 눈에 입 맞춰)

Jonghyun x Reader     (Kim Jonghyun of SHINee)

One-shot scenario

a/n: some strong angst. Jong is rumored to be insecure about himself so here’s a scenario based off of that. Inspired by the line from ‘View’ where it says “Nae du nune ip majchwo” (Kiss me on my eyes). slight AU- SHINee is living in the dorm.

description: When you comfort Jonghyun’s insecurities.


“Kibum, get out,” Jonghyun casually stated upon entering their shared room in the SHINee dorm. Key, who was sprawled on his bed, rolled onto his side to glare at Jonghyun. You entered the room right behind Jonghyun, watching anxiously to see if a fight would erupt. It was basically a reflex for Jonghyun to shout those 3 words at his dark haired roommate every time that the two of you would enter the room. Key went back to his original position laying on his back. He exhaled slowly and spoke at a low volume in an attempt to keep his cool.

“Hyung, it’s my room too, I have every right to be in here,” Key stared at the ceiling as he spoke.

“Yeah, well you’d understand the need for privacy if you had a girlfriend,” Jonghyun grabbed your hand and pulled you onto his bed with him. You groaned, knowing that if Key wouldn’t leave out of his own will, Jonghyun would try to annoy him into leaving. He abruptly pushed your head down into his broad chest, leaving you blushing. Jonghyun began placing big, sloppy, noisy kisses all over your forehead. Key sighed and threw his legs over his bed.

“Success…” Jonghyun whispered into your ear.

“You guys are gross, I’m leaving,” Kibum mumbled as he walked across the room. He stopped in the open doorway and turned around to face you, “Behave, no funny business…” Kibum pointed at you, “I don’t need a mini-Jonghyun running around here to bother me in addition to the one we already have…“ he closed the door behind him. 

Your eyes widened and you looked up at Jonghyun to see that he had a matching expression. You both burst out laughing, Jonghyun’s smile reaching practically from ear to ear. Just as you calmed down, you made the mistake of making eye contact with him again and then burst out laughing all over. You were caught in a vicious cycle of calming down, then looking at each other and being unable to hold in the laughter again. You decided that the only way to calm down was to look away and rest your head on Jonghyun’s chest, which was still raising up and down with a slight chuckle. Jonghyun’s right hand reached down to meet your left hand, your fingers entwining. You felt his lips press against the top of your head before he laid his head on top of yours. 

You felt at peace, snuggling with your boyfriend like this. In the silence that followed the laugh attacks, your mind drifted back to what Key said about having a mini-Jonghyun around. Your lips tugged into a smile as you tried to imagine what Jonghyun’s children would look like. More specifically, you wondered what Jonghyun’s children with you would look like. You wondered if they would have their daddy’s hair, or maybe your (e/c) eyes. You wondered if they’d have a cute button nose and Jonghyun’s smile. You wondered if you and Jonghyun would even be together long enough to have children together. Only time would tell.

”(y/n),“ Jonghyun said, breaking the silence. You could feel the vibrations of Jonghyun’s low voice rumble through his chest when he spoke. You hummed your acknowledgement as you rubbed your thumb across his hand. "I..” Jonghyun stumbled over his words. The arm that was draped around your waist tensed up.

“What’s on your mind, jagiya?” you asked softly. You listened to what was once his slow and steady heartbeat pick up in pace. Concern growing for him, you laid a soft kiss onto his chest. The next time Jonghyun spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. 


Your thumb immediately froze its motion on his hand. Everything? you thought to yourself. Does he mean everything involving our relationship? Your nerves started getting the best of you. You had been noticing lately that Jonghyun was growing distant from you. The dark circles under his eyes were more noticeable as well. He thought you hadn’t noticed anything different but he was wrong. You were worried.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?” you spoke hesitantly, expecting the worst. Jonghyun hesitated, taking a moment before getting the courage to say what was on his mind.

“I don’t know how else to say it. I’m worthless,” Jonghyun took a deep breath, “People expect so much from me, (y/n)…I feel the weight of that every single minute of every single day. They don’t know me. They know some perfect version of me. Someone that I will never be. I know that when they actually see me for who I am, it will always let them down… it’s only a matter of time before everyone sees me for who I really am. I’m not good enough. All I do is let everyone down…” his voice trailed off. You lifted your head up to see him. What on earth would make him think he wasn’t good enough? The look in Jonghyun’s tear-filled eyes made your heart stop. He was in so much sincere pain. He started speaking again before he gave you a chance to respond. 

“Why are you with me, (y/n)?” his voice began shaking, “I’m not special. I’m not talented. There are so many people who can perform better than me,” your left hand slid up his chest to cup his face as he continued speaking.

 "How can you even look at me. I’m disgusting. Everything about me. My nose, my mouth, my eyes, even my skin… I’m hideous,“ Tears began rolling down his face as he inhaled and exhaled uncontrollably. You tried your best to wipe away the tears with your thumb, but they kept streaming down. He closed his eyes tightly.

"Jonghyun…” you spoke softly, trying to comfort him, “what brought this on? Listen to me, Jonghyun, look at me,” he opened his eyes and looked at you. “You are one of the most incredible men that I know. You put your heart and soul into everything you do and the world can see that. Don’t be scared of disappointing others, jagiya, what matters is that you enjoy what you do and that you are happy. Just know that I am so proud of you,” you smiled sweetly at him, “and you’re special to me. You’re beautiful both inside and out… I know how much you love and care for others. I’ve seen and felt that love first hand. But what you shouldn’t do is care about their opinions of you.”

Tears continued to fall from his brown eyes as you spoke. “And what do you mean you’re hideous? I love your skin,” you slowly leaned forward and pecked his cheek, “and your nose,” you tilted your head and kissed the tip of his nose, “and your mouth,” you moved down to place a chaste kiss onto his mouth, “and your eyes, the eyes that I could get lost in,” you leaned back up and Jonghyun’s eyes fluttered shut, allowing you to place a sweet kiss on his left eye. You placed an idetical kiss on his right eye. You kissed away the tears down his cheek before making your way back to his soft lips.

“I don’t deserve you,” Jonghyun mumbled into the kiss. You smiled against his lips. 

“Stop that. You have me now and that’s all that matters,” you could feel Jonghyun return the smile against your lips.

“I love you, (y/n),” he said softly as he looked up into your eyes.

“I love you too, Jonghyun,” you closed the distance between the both of you. Jonghyun kissed you slowly, showing you all of his love and devotion.

In that moment, Jonghyun didn’t feel the pressure of the world for once. All he felt was your lips on his and peace of mind. 



Key opened the door of his and Jonghyun’s darkened bedroom. He looked over at Jonghyun’s side of the room only to see that you were still there, fast asleep in his arms.

He had to admit, even though his hyung could be pretty annoying, the two of you made a great pair. With a sigh, Key took a step out of the room and gently closed the door. He came to terms with the fact that he would be sleeping on the couch yet again.