unless you make it weird

How The Mars Signs Will Get You Back To Their Place ;)
  • Aries Mars: very straight foreword, finds people in a relationship attractive because they like the challenge, will be extremely obvious with their flirting because they don't play games, probably has a bad bitch mentality
  • Taurus Mars: will compliment you to death, from your hair to your cologne/perfume, will seem very genuine but not exactly hiding their intentions, will make the night all about the one person they're after, makes you feel like their one and only
  • Gemini Mars: if you hear a large crowd laughing, you can guarantee at the center is a Gemini Mars telling the joke. Usually not the type to pursue, they like people who like them, so they will spend the night being the life of the party, telling loud stories and waiting for the person who loves the class clown to come to them. (They are total kink masters so if you go home with one, be prepared for a wild night)
  • Cancer Mars: super sweet, not really a go-getter and will spend a lot of time just watching the scene, always dressed to impress they will be the adorable pouty powder puff in the corner, waiting for price/princess charming to take them home. Just a cute, quite type looking for their Dom ;)
  • Leo Mars: they will be after the hottest and baddest person there, always down for a challenge much like Aries, they will be telling crazy stories and trying way to hard to impress, they command the attention of a room and will respond to flattery. If you compliment them and let them know you think they are cool, you're theirs. Just know they can be selfish in bed. They like to run the show
  • Virgo Mars: despite common misconception, this sign in Mars aren't super picky and are attracted to the cute wallflower type or the insecure uncomfortable looking people at a party. They will be happy to start a conversation with anyone unassuming and genuinely want to get to know you, they like to be the helper and will get you anything you need, a new drink, some snacks or a back rub. They can be very methodical but will still want ultimately to make you happy. Probably will have no problem getting it on in the car before you even get to their house
  • Libra Mars: by far the most charming and pickiest there, they will be seen attracting anyone and everyone with their all around good guy/gal routine. They are the most honest and real seeming people and extremely friendly. They want someone who is an equal in their eyes, which can be hard to find since they set high standards for themselves. They will be the one doing to choosing, and consider yourself lucky to go home with a libra Mars, they will take what you give and throw it right back, only cooler
  • Scorpio Mars: not usually into one night stands, they are extremely sensual and want to have long conversations with you and get to know you in and out before they take you home, super attracted to the unique or interesting looking people at the party, they can be found talking quietly on a couch with oddball of the party in all black or that has crazy colored hair. If they choose you, you're going to have a loooong night ahead of you, they like to take their time and teasing is important foreplay for them
  • Sagittarius Mars: another very straight foreword sign, they don't mess around. They will be playfully open about their intentions and are usually down for rough housing and cute innocent banter/little debates as a way to get that across. A very simple Bunch, they just want to get you home, get theirs, and get out
  • Capricorn Mars: honestly pretty boring when it comes to getting people home, these people aren't chasing anyone or wanting to be chased. They are the steadfast, sturdy statue of the group and aren't usually open about what they do in the bedroom. They like the older type, but aren't super picky. If they like you, they may talk to you but keep it discrete if they ask you to come back with them. Expect a very normal experience with them, unless you make it very clear you want something crazy.
  • Aquarius Mars: always the weird ones of the bunch, they already think they're the coolest and could care less if you're after them or not. Usually have a cooler that you demeanor and will be talking about their various odd hobbies to find someone who is as weird as them to take home. Talk a big game about what they'll do to you, but they might not hold up their end of the bargain. This sign likes to talk about it more than the actual act, so a top is a Better fit for them but they will let you know if you do something they don't like
  • Pisces: by far the hardest to pin down, if you can't quite put your finger on them they are probably a Pisces Mars. Can play either side of the coin as far as in charge or submissive, they cater to the needs of the person talking to them. Generally aim to please. If you make them feel needed and wanted they will fall in love for the night. Since they love fantasy, they can be into some freaky stuff and will never judge you for your weird kinks. Over the top displays of affection and being candid about what you want get them going
Eyes See You

A/N : Well, guess who had time between the clean ups ( and had to write it twice because their mother accidentally deleted everything she wrote ? ) ? I’m kinda happy with how this turned out, kinda not but anyways ENJOY this request.

Genre : Angst/Fluff

Word count : 5K Sorry

Warnings : A few curse words but you’re used to that from me by now. A little sarcasm on the writer’s part sorry again, Not one bit proofread.

Request : Hey! can I have a JungKook angst with fluffy end in wich you always see him walking at the streets all alone with that bad boy image and there’s something about his aura that really makes you curious so u go talk to him one day but he answers in a rude way so you get really sad and he notices(what where u expecting on talking to a stranger so suddenly anyway right?) but later he regrets the way he talked to you and there’s the fluff ending ? thx!^-^ ( I changed it up a bit I hope that’s okay with you )

Originally posted by jjks

( This is basically my inspiration for the whole thing )

It started out as coincidence that he would pass by and you would look up at the clock to find that it was either 8pm or a few minutes later, never too late and never too early. Then it turned into a game, you were bored and needed a distraction, to time him and see if he ever came late or not at all. Eventually it became curiosity for him and subtle interest.

Jungkook, as you found out through your friend who seemed to know everyone who ever walked the streets, was unbelievable attractive which was what caught your attention the first day. He wore his leather jacket a little oversized but perfectly fitting for him, it was either black or bright red no in between, from time to time he would switch it for leather pants and a black plain shirt. You, not so secretly, looked forward to those days in particular to enjoy how his thigh muscles would move so smoothly. Then spend the rest of the day cursing yourself for being a pervert.

You had taken over your parent’s accessory store for a week while they were on vacation but then chose to stay even after they came back for the fun of it. And for Jungkook. But mainly for the stories and funny occurrences that would take place everyday, from cutesy couples to oblivious boyfriends. Did I mention for Jungkook ?

As more days passed, you found yourself with more and more eager to know about him. The mystery shadow he roamed along with the little information you got of him didn’t make it any better. However, as nosy as you could be, you were shy and he was slightly intimidating to even consider to approach so you settled for just the small second you got of him passing by.

Jungkook was also always by himself; you never saw him interact with another human being whatsoever, and saw him smile just as much. Which was never. His lips, no matter how beautiful they are, never curled into even the tiniest smiles in front of you or showed another expression other than the stern and threatening gaze. He would always walk with straight back, straight face, and perfectly groomed hair radiating the tough guy aura which always sparkled admiration from you, who was the complete opposite. In other words, you were hooked and crushing hard. One-sidedly.

The two times you had, for lack of better term, interacted with him left you with heightened nervousness and desire. One more than the other but you decide which.

The first had been weeks ago, being the one to prick real interest in him, the one to make your heart flutter beyond repair. The clock hit 8pm and, like a routine, you turned closer to the window. A few seconds and he was passing by with the same perfect posture and more than perfect expressionless features. As always, living up to the bad boy image he held with pride apparently.

Jungkook stopped and turned to look at you, not even blinking as he stared intently and directly into your eyes. His head tilted back as if he was posing for a picture, not that you would deny his mode-like existance, maybe he was. Maybe he was making fun of your constant staring. Did he notice ?

If you weren’t frozen in your place with his icy eyes looking through you and heart racing out of your chest as if trying to escape you, probably out of embarrassment, you would have ran away. His stare was too strong, too mesmerizing, and too intoxicating.

Then just like that, he left. You felt small. Like you had been the prey that just been pushed off the space and didn’t exist. He didn’t same fazed by your presence or by looking at you for long seconds, it was unnerving.

The second time was no better, if not worse. But in someway, it was a tad more so you couldn’t mind. After you gathered your breath and your vision.

Jungkook walked into the store when you weren’t paying attention, he had already passed a half-hour prior to that so you didn’t expect it. You just went back to organizing the pieces that just came in that day, humming to yourself one of the popular songs that somehow made it into you unconsciousness.

You turned and there he was standing, his hair pushed back in utter perfection and his leather pants hugging his form in the most sensual way possible, the closest he had ever been. Your heart did a painful flip and dropped, you were startled back a step.

His expression didn’t change one bit even when he met your wide eyes looking back at him. He moved past you to look at the earrings, the same ones he had on, and you wondered why he would consider them since they were completely identical. You noticed because your eyes scanned his every detail with devouring attention because he might never be this near. To repeat it again, you were hooked.

“ Is this the only color you got ?” He spoke softly and just as you expected, his voice was mesmerizing to the ear as well. You never wanted him to shut up.

“ Uh ?” You titled your head a little to look at where he was pointing, focusing more on his fingers than on the actual piece “ Yes, we only have them in silver but I can look in the back for you. Maybe we have more ”

“ No ” He rasped turning away from you again “ Stay there ”. You tried to busy yourself with a few papers, which content you couldn’t even grasp, to distract yourself from the human sculpture at hand reach calling for you. While, of course, stealing a few glances here and there of him. The heat inside of you was going crazy with his mere presence, what was wrong with you ?

“ What do girls like these days ?” Maybe he is one of the clueless boyfriend ? He has a girlfriend ? You internally panicked while moving slowly and calmly towards him from behind the counter. He idly stood in front of the girl bracelet’s section with a confused look and two bracelets in hand. They were complete opposite, one had been the most colorful mess you had ever laid eyes on and the other was complete black with shimmering gray here and there.

“ Most like the colorful ones, especially the pink, that’s the ones that get most sold ” You reached for another showing him while hoping you would stutter, but maybe you could get a little info “ What kind of girl is she ? Maybe I’ll be able to match it for her ”

“ You ” He simply breathed out and your heart did more than stop, you eyes shot up to him and you gulped.

“ W-what ?” There was the nervous stutter. Jungkook wasn’t even looking at you when he smirked, he was definitely mocking you.

“ I meant which one you would like, I think she has the same taste ” He looked you up and down for a moment before nodding. Again, subtle, calm, but unnerving.

“ Ah… I thought… of course not … ” You had to slap yourself in your head to not fuck it up “ I would prefer the black one ” You blurred out.

“ I see, okay ” You took that as your signal to move out of his way and go back to rolling in self-pity over your disaster.

However, you didn’t mind it. You at least got to look at him during the entire time. It not like you had the slightest chance even without a girlfriend, he was clearly out of your league by miles.

Jungkook moved from side to side like he was stalling something, one hand buried in his pockets while the other brushed against the plastic wrapper of whatever caught his eyes. You couldn’t believe that you would ever consider such small action as sensual or in anyway arousing until you saw his fingers feather over the packaging like he was secretly making love to it. Or maybe you were letting your mind run wild.

Get your shit together, Y/N. You scolded yourself shaking your head in disbelief of your own thoughts. Dirty images that involuntarily made their way into your brain. You weren’t so mad about it, for the sake of honesty.

“ T-that would be 40.000 won ” You wrapped in the plastic bag the best you could with your discomposed self.

“ Thank you ” Even though a smile was expected in such situation, he did not faltered.

“ You’re welcome ” You said cheerfully “ Hope you come again ” biting your lip, you looked away. Hope you come again ? That’s the best you could do ? Really ?

Jungkook bowed his head and you missed the slight twitch in his eyebrows as he watched your inner turmoil before finally exiting the store. Probably wondering what the hell was wrong with you and taking a mental note to never comeback.

You remorsefully followed him until he was out of your sight then breathed out a long held sigh. The short meeting didn’t do much to quench your curiosity for him as much as it fueled it further. Which you absolutely needed. Being close, so close, to him was undeniably electrifying. More so than any of the others you’ve been much more intimate with in the past.

His gaze alone, so cold and distant but still entrapping, had drawn you beyond return and left you with more questions than you started out with. Which, again, you absolutely needed.

If he had a girlfriend, why was he never with her ? Because you were sure as hell that if he was your boyfriend you wouldn’t let him wander around looking that hot for everyone to stare at. Maybe a sister ? You locked it away in the back of your mind to deal with it once you didn’t have to close down and go home. You would let the thoughts keep you company through the way, as one does.

~~

Days passed again and nothing particular happened. You would take over the store, as usual, at 1 PM then stay there until 9 before going home. You anticipated seeing him with less patience after the last time, wanting to hear his voice once more and cleanse your soul with the perfectly proportioned features. You were letting your admiration spill again. Not that you would admit it. Okay, maybe you would.

“ It’s raining like hell today ” Your friend whined as she hugged the window and traced lines over the fog of her own continuously produced sighs “ I hate rainy days ”

“ Why ?” You pulled her collar peeling her off the glass that you spent more than enough time wiping down just before she walked in to ruin everything “ It smells nice when it rains ”

“ You know I like complaining, let me live ” She pouted at you before laughing at herself and the disgusted look you gave her.

“ Shut up and leave ”

“ You just want me out to wait for prince charming in peace ” She grabbed her bag and umbrella, purposely avoiding your glare “ You should talk to him already. You’ve been drooling over the thought of it for months now ”

“ We did talk ” You shot back, proud of yourself.

“ You call that talking ? He probably doesn’t even know you exist ”

“ Can you no-”

“ You can’t even deny it ” She chuckled.

“ Leave before I make you regret it ” You stepped toward her threateningly and she backed down with her hands up in feigned defeat but a cheeky smile twisting in her lips.

“ Fine but be careful on the way back. Maybe ask prince charming to take you back ” She quickly ran away before you could unleash your wrath at her.

You waited but he never showed up. This was the first time he had disappeared and it did make you worry about him. Then snap yourself back to reality that you didn’t even know him why were you even worried. That didn’t stop your concern one bit.

The rain was getting heavier and the world darker so you decided to call it a day early and close down, that’s when he showed up. He passed with a fast pace, his shoes creating a disturbance in the rhythmic song the rain was producing. Jungkook walked the opposite way, you didn’t see him go that way earlier but it was as if he had been leaving.

His hair was messy from the rain hitting it repeatedly and his clothes soaked to the core. He also looked fairly unamused. You had a spare umbrella so you thought you could lend it to him. A good deed that you will most likely regret but whatever, he looked like he would catch a cold. You grabbed it and ran after him, not caring about getting wet yourself, he had gotten quite far away but it didn’t take you long to catch up.

“ Excuse me ” You called after him but he didn’t seem to notice or just thought it wasn’t addressed to him. So, you spoke louder “ Jungkook-shi”. This time he stopped immediately and looked over his shoulder at you. You came to a halt in front of him, out of breath and you hair out of place, but you still smiled.

“ How do you know my name ?” The venom in his words shocked the smile out of your face and you stood in the rain perplexed for a moment.

“ I…”

“ Are you a stalker or something ?” He bit his slick lips and swallowed the rest of his words when he could differentiate the tears in your eyes from the raindrops.

“ What ? No … I … Just wanted to … give you this ” Your head dropped low as you pushed the umbrella to him “ I’m really sorry … I didn’t mean to seem … Sorry ”

Jungkook’s eyes fixed onto the umbrella as he took it, more like you forced it on him out of shame, before traveling back to your teary eyes that only stayed on him for a split second. You bowed, formally, then ran back to the store.

Jungkook stood there under the pouring rain for a good minute just glaring at the umbrella like it insulting his whole family, guilt and resentment for himself welling up like the water at his feet.

~~

“ I was wondering when you’ll give up ” It was almost 1p.m and you were still in your bed wrapped completely under the covers to hide your puffy sleepless eyes. Your mom had been teasing you every chance she got about not going to the store since she made a bet with your father and apparently won.

“ I’m just sick, mom, I’ll go once I feel better ” Your voice was raspy from crying but it was a good evidence of a cold so your mom believed you easily.

“ Whatever you say ” She tamed your hair down with an apologetic touch “ There’s chicken soup in the kitchen, have some of it before going back to sleep ”

“ Okay, mom ” You turned your back facing her and buried your face further down your pillow. She walked out your room whispering the words How did she even manage to catch a cold.

You remembered the way he looked at you, with displease. What made you think you could just … You were an idiot.

“ I deserved it ” You mumbled wiping away the last of your tears. Who goes up to a stranger in the middle of a deserted street and complete dark with an umbrella. It was normal he thought you were a stalker. You would be freaked out yourself if that ever happened to you. However, it still pierced your chest how he spoke to you. Like you were the worst person to walk the earth.

Maybe it was time to give up this unrequited crush over him, he seemed like a rude asshole when in the end you were trying to help him. It was creepy on your part but still. You decided that yeah, it has maybe taken too much of your interest already and this was your sign to let it rest and spread your attention on something else. What you mind couldn’t grasp completely is how angry he looked even before you talked to him as if he was about to empty his frustration on the next person and it just happened to be little unlucky you.

After the initial anger faded, Jungkook sunk into guilt every time he remembered the hurt in your eyes. He didn’t mean for it to turn out like this, not one bit. There weren’t really many ways to relay how sorry he was than to actual speak the words but that’s where the problem stood. Jungkook was never really good with words, or anything emotional. Which was the reason behind his outburst, too much pent up emotions that lead to that inevitable downfall.

One argument with his friend/employer had poured in the last drop that eventually drowned the glass to the rim. He had one obvious solution, talking to you the next day. However, you weren’t there. Not that day, not the one after, not even two days down the road. He was getting the unsettling feeling that it was because of him but then again who is he to push you to such decision. He thought. Jungkook, in his head, just considered himself an asshole that you had a mishap with and would brush off in the end. That was why he stayed as the bad boy that passed by the store everyday while pretending to not notice.

Now, instead of you counting down the minutes to 8p.m, he was. Waiting outside of the store for you to show up but it was never you. He found a middle aged lady that didn’t really look approachable – not that he would tell you after finding out it’s your mother – and he was always intimidated by adults. Even though he was supposed to be one himself but it wasn’t very hard to figure out he really wasn’t. Not with his poor sense of control.

Then he saw you, his heart beating in his chest, you were idly sitting inside with your eyes skimming through a book. It felt different, being the one to comfortably look at you. He mustered up the courage he has in him and went inside with slow but long strides.

You looked up from your book to welcome the client and it was none other than Jungkook. He looked as if he had shed his tough look for a casual one, blue loose jeans and an oversized white shirt that hung onto his every chest muscle but you weren’t focusing on that. Definitely not. His hair was messy and down covering his eyebrows and almost half-way his eyes. He looked … normal. Different than you had ever seen him. He looked almost like a puppy. A puppy you would love to -

“ Welcome ” You said with a dead tone, one you didn’t even give your normal clients, and turned back to your book. Ignoring the swell in your heart. Are you a stalker or something ?

“ Look, I …” Jungkook started, not so confident of himself, and you think you actually heard him stutter.

“ What can I help you with ?” You put down the book and stood up, only now taking notice of the height difference between the two of you and you suddenly felt small.

“ I want to say sorry for … That day ” Jungkook lowered his gaze to his own hands with a frown “ I was kinda an asshole ”

“ Kinda ?” You blurred out before realizing and would’ve regretted it if he didn’t slowly nod sighing.

“ Okay, I was ” His eyes met yours again, and no your heart didn’t flutter, “ I had a fight with a friend and it just-”

“ It’s okay, don’t bother yourself with it. I wasn’t expecting an apology anyways from so-”

“ someone like me ” He completed your words and this time you did feel regret. The hurt in his eyes seemed quite, if not more, similar to the one you had that night. “ I understand if you think I’m …”

“ No really, It’s okay, I didn’t take it to heart ”

“ I tried to apologize earlier than this, the day after actually, but you were never here. I waited and waited but you didn’t show up ” At this point, your eyes were wide and googly, your lips parting to speak something that you weren’t even sure of yourself so you settled for silence.

“ I want to make it up for you.”

“ You don’t have to, really, I accept your apology” You forced the smile onto your lips and he smiled back. You never imagines the stern face would have such a cute and lovely bunny smile but it somehow made you giggle to finally see him smile. It took you being called a stalker and getting a bad cold for three days to finally see the expressionless sculpture breaking its mask.

“ Can I at least walk you home ?” His tone was pleading but just in case you didn’t fully get the idea he whispered a muffled please. Who were you to refuse such a request.

“ Sure ” You breathed out with a shrug “ I close up in thirty minutes, if you’re willing to wait that long ”

“ Absolutely can ” Jungkook’s face lit up with a bright and shy smile again. You were starstruck, the all-mighty Jungkook was acting like this with you. Okay, you were ready to forgive him. And it was absolutely not because you were, again, hooked. I think it has been said too many time, you get the idea.

You stole small glances at each other between customers and he followed you with his eyes every time you were helping someone. Indeed, your smile was breathtaking, not that he needed confirmation for it but it was nice.

“ Let me ” He reached up for the metal door, pulling it down for you to lock, you stood back admiring.

“ Show off ” You mumbled under your breath but enough for him to hear. He scoffed before glaring at you slightly nudging you up.

“ What did you say ?”

“ You heard me ”

“ I’ll have you know that I don’t show off, I don’t need to ” He winked sheepishly at you and you just rolled your eyes before pointing at the direction of your house.

“ Whatever you say, your majesty ” You shrugged at the title with a scoff and he just laughed. You don’t think you heard something more beautiful.

“ You should smile more ” You looked down, blushing obviously, fidgeting with the zipper on your bag.

“ You should never stop ”

“ Do you always flirt with people you’re apologetic to ?”

“ No, I don’t usually feel sorry for anything but you … ” He trailed off and, surprisingly, his cheeks turned slightly red.

“ I am … what ?” You arched your eyebrow at him, searching for his eyes that were hidden under his fringe.

“ Okay, can I tell you something but you promise not to laugh ?”

“ Dare I laugh at his majesty ”

“ Stop that ” but he did laugh, slightly but it was there, “ So, I … this is stupid, nevermind.”

“ No, please, go on. You got me all curious ” You pouted at him with doe eyes and how could he refuse such request.

“ I’ve had my eyes on you for a while ” Who sounds like a stalked now, Jungkook He hit himself internally and sighed “ But I didn’t think you would like someone like me

“ Jungkook-shi ” You falttered “ When I said ’ someone like you ’ I didn’t mean it in the pejorative sense but like you were on another level ”

“ What ? Wait… really ?” He laughed, maybe too hard to emphasis his point “ You think I am ?”. You just looked puzzled and it made him giggle even more. “ It funny because I was thinking the same of you ”

You suddenly stopped walking and stared at him in disbelief. Was he mocking you ?

“ Why do you think I never talked to you and even when I did … I didn’t have enough courage to confess then I just fucked it up that night. I didn’t think you would even glance my way or talk to me after that since I was really a jerk to you and you were just trying to give me a bloody um-”

“ Jungkook … Jungkook !” You yelled out and he stopped his continuous blabbering to let you talk “ Confess what ?”

“ I … hmm … this is not how Yoongi-hyung told me it would go ” He ruffled his hair, which only made it fluffier and made you want to touch it even more.

“ Who is yoongi ?”

“ I’ll introduce you next time ” Next time ? There was going to be a next time ? “ Anyways, I came into the shop to ask you out but you didn’t seem-” You started laughing, catching him by surprise.

“ This is really weird ”

“ What is ?”

“ Nothing ” You coughed, aiming for it to end your laugh but you couldn’t help but let out another chuckle “ Please, do go on ”. It didn’t feel like you were talking to the untouchable Jeon Jungkook that used to pass by your store at 8p.m with his gelled up hair and black leather jacket and apparent nasty personality. He was actually pretty nice, more comfortable to be with than you had imagined.

“ I don’t know, you looked like you were more scared than interested ”

“ That was me being interested. If you haven’t really noticed you kinda look intimidating when you’re not-” You stared him up and down as you inched towards your house, and for the first time ever, you wished it was farther away than just this “ Looking like a normal person ”

“ Are you calling me abnormal ?”

“ I am not not calling you abnormal ”

“ You … What ?” Jungkook looked confused and you laughed again. Something you didn’t think you would do much around him.

The two of you eventually stopped in front of your house and it was time to say goodbye. Neither of you wanted to. The street was only lit with a flickering light bulb but it was enough to see the conflict in his eyes as he looked intently and steadily into yours. His gaze seemed to travel away from yours and down your face before it shot back up nervously. You found yourself doing the same, focusing on the small beauty spot under his plump lips to not focus on what you craved more.

“ I … really want to kiss you right now ” He finally spoke and your cheeks heat up at the sudden confession. But, after all, he was speaking what was on both your minds “ But I’m not going to ” He added to your disappointment.

“ Why ?” You tried not to sound desperate but it was kinda not working. Kinda.

“ I want to take it slow, to show you that I really do like you ”

“ you like me ?”

“ Wasn’t that obvious enough ?”

“ Y/N ”

“ You never asked me my name ”

“ I found out the same way you got mine. Sorry again for calling you a stalker ”

“ Can we drop that ?” You felt the embarrassment again from the word.

“ I like you ” Much better.

“ I needed to hear it ” You giggled “ it feels great coming from your lips ”. Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned his lips because the next moment he was leaning in and they were closer to your eyes. So, you closed them and bit the inner of your cheeks waiting for the impact but it never came. Instead of kissing you, he connected his lips to your forehead and pressed them tightly. His hand held the back of your head as he did so. You were ready to die right there and then, if they let you.

He pulled away biting his own lip looking as flustered as a teenager with his first love. Which you later found out it was true.

You, on the other hand, weren’t so keen on taking it slow when you had been for months. You took the step that separated you and tiptoed to quickly peck him on the lips. Speaking of teenagers with first love complex. It was quick but you got to taste them, and you never wanna be away from it again. However, your cheeks were getting too heated and you were sure they were as red as blood by now. He didn’t look any better so you ran inside.

“ Your umbrella !” He screamed when you closed the garden’s door, waving the item in the air.

“ Give it to me next time ”

“ Next time ?” so there was going to be a next time Jungkook smiled to himself like a fool, moving his body restlessly from side to side while gripping his lips between his teeth.

He was hooked.

“ hold on though ” He mumbled to himself “ what does pejorative mean anyways ? ”

Hope you liked it guys, let me know what you thought as always. Now imma go back to my maid duties.

Chapter 24 - Lesson 4

Originally posted by soobadnoonecanstopher

Chapter One & Two  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22  Chapter 23


“Aww come on Y/N, let me see. I promise I won’t tell.”


“For the tenth time Minseok, no. You can wait and be just as surprised as everyone else.” He’d spent the better part of the last half hour trying to convince you to show him but you weren’t budging on the topic.


“Except Sehun & Yixing…” You heard his mumbled comment and walked straight back over to the bed.


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Some reassuring facts about high school from someone who graduated high school a few years back, for the anon: 

  • no one gives a shit about high school once you graduate. the only people who care are ones who peaked in high school
  • you won’t regret not going to more school events. in high school, everyone said I would regret not going to my prom, not going to dances, and not going to rallies. honestly? I don’t regret it one bit. 
  • what happens in high school doesn’t determine the outcome of your life. If you fuck up, it’s not the end of the world. 
  • you probably won’t be in contact with any people from high school unless you actually make some effort. Usually it’s just trivial facebook interactions and weird happy birthday posts. 
  • no one remembers that dumb rumor about you (except for the person who started it). 
  • the popular kids in high school aren’t the popular kids after high school. 
  • if you were embarrassed by the dumb things you did last year, it’s a good sign. you’re growing. you know you’re successful when you can’t remember high school because it’s just one cringe-y repressed memory. 
  • community college is a good & valid option. One of my friends dropped out of high school to get a full time job because his girlfriend got pregnant. Once his kid started going to school, he got his GED and started studying at the community college. He just started as transfer student at Stanford studying materials engineering. 
  • and again, no one cares about high school once you graduate high school

staceyunknown  asked:

Hi! Me again! Can't remember if I've asked this before but regardless - are we going to see anymore of LaTroy and Sylvie in upcoming fics? 😊

Hi! 

I don’t think you’ve asked that before, I don’t think anybody has. I originally didn’t plan to have them appear again, but everybody seemed to like LaTroy and his family, so, yeah, we’ll see them again.

I have one that I started but I haven’t finished it, because I wasn’t sure if I liked it. So it ends sort of abruptly, and it’s a first pass, so it’s probably pretty rough, but, I’ll happily share it with you. Enjoy, and Thank You!


LaTroy was sitting at a table in his deli, going through their supply and grocery orders. He had a little office in the back, but it was too easy to let that room eat away a whole day. Nobody wanted to disturb him there — even though he was always plenty glad when they did — so they’d leave him alone and the hours would slip away into numbers and accounts. It was awful.

Besides, he liked to be in the heart of things in case somebody might need something. Please, Lord, let somebody need something. Even if it was wondering where he put the napkins.

Going through the paper costs for the month, he was gratefully distracted when somebody joined him at the table. Glancing up with a smile, expecting his wife, he happiness faltered when he saw Darcy L. smiling back at him. It was months since he’d seen her or James. Just that one time, actually. Then neither hide nor hair of either of them until right now.

“Do you bake your own bread?” she asked without preamble.

LaTroy stared for a moment, not sure she wasn’t a bizarre vision; the result of too many numbers doing weird things to his head. “No. There’s a local bakery we order from. We do some of our own special breads sometimes, around the holidays mostly, and we make probably half the desserts.”

“Cool. Do you cater?”

Scratching at his jaw, LaTroy was trying to figure out what exactly was happening. She came out of nowhere, no greeting, just straight to business like they’d been talking all along. “Sure. Breakfast, lunch.”

“Nice.” She grinned at him and nodded. “Good to see you again, LaTroy.”

Letting out a small, bewildered laugh, he nodded back. “And nice to see you around, Darcy L. You bring James with you today?”

“No, just me.” She kept smiling, but there was something under it now. Like a warning. LaTroy frowned.

“How’s he doing?”

“Good. Maybe better than good. He’s got the property for his dream bar, so he’s busy planning and knocking down walls, as you do. He’s on cloud nine, or whatever the freeze-dried soldier equivalent is.”

LaTroy licked his lips and kept staring, not sure how to respond to that. Darcy didn’t seem to notice.

“So, can you do lunch for 15?” she asked, getting back to their business - the business he didn’t know they had until he was dropped right into the middle of it. Did Bucky ever feel this confused by her? “Or maybe 20? Make it 25. Like, box lunches. You know, sandwich, chips, potato salad, whatever else?”

“Sure,” he replied, trying to work around his bemusement. He pulled out an order book from his pocket. “When are you aiming for?”

“Friday. Is that too short notice?”

“Nah. It’s Tuesday. Plenty of time.” He wrote down a note. “Delivery and setup?”

“Just delivery.”

“Okay. Where we headed?” She rattled off an address in Williamsburg and LaTroy felt his confusion grow a little bit bigger. “Nobody closer?”

“Probably,” she told him with an easy shrug. “But, we’re friends.”

“Suppose we are,” LaTroy muttered, but he wasn’t really getting friendly vibes from her. In fact, it was peculiar how much this little slip of a woman was unsettling him. More than James did, even that first time. “This an office lunch? You want drinks?”

“I’ll handle the drinks. And, no. It’s for the construction crew. A) they have to put up with Bucky looming and hovering, and b) it’s been a couple hot, gross, sucky weeks, weather-wise. I figured they deserve lunch, you know?”

“That’s nice of you,” he said and wrote another note on his order book. It seemed smart right now to stick to business. “Assorted?”

“Yeah. Maybe five of the veggie option if you’ve got one, but the rest, just like turkey, ham, roast beef, corned beef, and whatever your usual build is.”

He dutifully wrote that down then glanced up at her, and watched as her eyes traveled over the deli. It was almost an absent look, not like James and his jumpy eyes. But, he still felt bothered, watched; hell, surveilled.

“You know,” he said as he turned back to the order book, “if you’re worried, I never said anything to anybody about him.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“I do,” she said with a nod and a little obnoxious smirk. “Lt. LaTroy Walker, 75th Rangers. Your CO was way disappointed when you retired so suddenly, by the way. He had big plans for you.”

Licking his lips, he set down his pen and rested his hands flat on the table. So, yeah, this was a warning. Clearly.

“My wife’s dad owned his place,” LaTroy said, explaining his retirement. He wasn’t sure why he felt he ought to explain to her, but he thought mostly it was important right now that they have an understanding. And it helped him keep his temper; her digging into his personal business and all didn’t make him happy.

“He got hurt pretty bad in a car accident. She came back to help the family out. I figured she needed me more than the army did. And I figured I needed her more than I needed the army. We were still dating then, but we got married a year or so later, when her pops was back on his feet.”

“That’s sweet,” Darcy said, and she offered him a genuine smile. “How’d you meet your wife?”

“You don’t know?”

“I limited my snooping to you.”

“Thanks, I guess,” he grumbled. He could see it, he supposed. If she was keeping Bucky Barnes safe, he’d guess she’d want to know who knew about him. It was just what it was that LaTroy found himself uncomfortably on that list of folks. “We met in college. Her family were always real good to me. They had their reservations at first; she’s Italian and I'm—”

“Not Italian?” Darcy interrupted with a guess and LaTroy laughed. Well, she was pretty polite about the snooping.

“Exactly. Not only that, but I’m not even from Brooklyn. I’m from Delaware. But, I guess you knew that.”

She snorted, but didn’t confirm or deny she’d dug that far. “So, how’d they get past that Delaware thing? My grandpa is from here, and of course, a couple friends. You’d think Brooklyn was some sort of Eden on Earth. I’m from California, so, you know, I don’t really get it.”

“It’s still a work in progress,” he admitted with a wry smile. “But, anyway, they were always good to me. Her grandma, well, she loved me more than my own grandma ever did, you know. So, when Sylvie’s dad decided to retire, we worked it so Sylvie and I bought the deli.”

“Nice. A real family business. Is that your son over there?” She nodded to the boy behind the counter, who was smiling at a pretty businesswoman.

LaTroy’s jaw tightened and he stared hard at Darcy. There were limits to how far he was willing to tolerate the intrusion into his personal business. Dante was way the hell off limits.  "Why’re you here? You warning me?“

She looked away from Dante and shook her head. “Not the sort of warning you’re thinking of. Like I’m going to threaten you?”

He raised an eyebrow and gave her a pointed look over. His old army sizing-you-up look. She didn’t flinch away from it.

“I know,” she said with that aggravating smirk. “I’m not much, but I am scrappy.”

“I guess maybe you are,” he said carefully.

“Bucky—”

“Should you be saying that?” he asked, shooting his own look around the deli. It was the second time she mentioned his nickname, and it made him tense up every time. There were three other customers in there and his son. They could overhear maybe.

“Who’s going to notice? Unless you act all weird about it and make them notice you being weird. Relax.”

LaTroy blew out a breath and sat back. She had a point; the name only meant something because he knew it meant something. “Alright.”

“How did you figure it out, by the way? Did he tell you?”

He scoffed and gave her an incredulous look. “That guy doesn’t say anything.”

She laughed. “I know, so imagine how confused I was.”

“I saw a book; it had his picture in it,” he explained.

Darcy took that in and was quiet for a minute, looking thoughtful. “Did you ever play Howling Commandos when you were a kid?”

“Course I did.”

“Me, too. Then I grew up and one day Bucky Barnes sat down next to me. Weird, right?”

“Just like that?”

“Not exactly.” She leaned forward and gave him a very serious look. “Keep not saying anything about who he is. There are people who’d like to get their hands on him; really bad, awful people. I’d prefer they didn’t. Actually, we’d all prefer they didn’t.”

“I get that,” LaTroy agreed easily. Whatever the man had been through, somebody was holding onto him for all that time. And however he got away, somebody was probably looking.

“And I don’t want anybody to come here looking for answers. Bucky wouldn’t want you involved. Not as far as anybody anywhere would notice, you know? That the only warning I came to give, I swear.”

LaTroy nodded slowly and glanced over at his son again. He’d grown another inch or so. If Dante got much taller they were going to have to raise the ceilings. But, no matter how big he’d get, Dante would always be his sweet little boy. “I gotcha.”

“Okay.” She pulled out a card and handed it to him. “If anybody ever comes sniffing around, call me.”

He flicked a finger on the edge of the card. It was just her name and a number. “What’re you going to do?”

She watched him for a second then smiled, an actual smile and not that smirk. “Can I tell you another secret, LaTroy?”

“I guess,” he mumbled, hesitant about this whole thing. “This one need a warning?”

“No. My dad’s coming here.”

“Okay?” How was that a secret? This girl’s brain didn’t seem to work in any sort of straight line.

“We’ve been making a point to have a daddy/daughter date every few weeks. And, I told him about this place. So, he’s on his way now. We’ll grab dinner to go.” And as if that explained anything at all, she kept on smiling and sat back. “I’m serious. Call me. Even if somebody’s looking sort of shifty. Like, you’ve just got a bad feeling. Don’t second guess it. I mean, you were a Ranger, you know the drill.”

“Okay, but, really, what’re you going to do?” LaTroy demanded again. She might know Bucky Barnes, and maybe then by extension Captain America, but … what? They were more set up to help if somebody nasty came around. So, what did she think she’d be able to do? Was she one of those weird aliens they said looked human? Inhumans, right? Was she one of those? That’s the only way he could figure she’d be much help.

“Oh, I’m way helpful,” she assured him. Then she jerked her chin at his order book. “So, are we good for Friday?”

“Uh, yeah,” LaTroy said, and finished tallying up the order.

While he was still puzzling over Darcy L. and still wrapping up their business, the door opened and a man in old jeans and a faded t-shirt strode into the deli. LaTroy glanced up reflexively, as he always did with a new customer — somehow Darcy snuck in on him.

Squinting a little, he took the man in. This fellow might be dressed down, but he was wearing expensive sunglasses, had an expensive haircut, and everything about him said expensive.

He looked around the place, bemused, until his eyes landed on Darcy. “Hey, kid.”

“Hey.” She grinned at him and stood, then waved a hand at LaTroy. “This is LaTroy, he and his wife own the deli. LaTroy, Tony.”

When recognition hit, it was a surreal moment for LaTroy. Part of his brain said that was Tony Stark standing there, but another part of his brain refused to accept the idea that Tony Stark of all people would be in his deli.

Tony’s lips twisted in confusion, like he wasn’t sure why they were being introduced, either, but he nodded. “LaTroy.”

LaTroy got to his feet and offered his hand. “Mr. Stark. It's—”

“Yeah, you’re stunned and amazed and it’s nice to meet me. Got it. Good to meet you, too,” Tony said and gave him a brief handshake. “So, I hear you’ve got some kind of amazing soup? Like, Darcy didn’t shut up about it for a week. It was weird and, frankly, irritating. So, obviously I need to try it myself.”

"My wife makes it. Uh, we’ve got minestrone, tomato, and french onion today.” LaTroy was still processing the strangeness of Tony Stark, and okay, so he was a little slow about realizing exactly what was happening. Darcy said she was telling him another secret, and what she’d do if somebody threatened him, and that her dad was visiting.

Damn. Not just damn, but day-um!

“I’m feeling tomato,” Tony declared and drifted over to the counter.

LaTroy shot her a wide-eyed look and dipped his chin in question. Darcy patted his shoulder and said, “So, if somebody worries you, you’re going to call me, right?”

“Uh, yeah. I will. Promise.” Did she … she just said … Wait, wait. That was Iron Man, and she was Iron Man’s kid, and she knew Bucky Barnes and he’d already figured she’d know Cap. So, she must know all the others, right? So she just said if there was trouble, he could call in the Avengers. That’s what she said without actually saying it, right? The Avengers. For him? For real?

“Cool.” She started after Tony, but stopped and turned back to LaTroy. “You were nice to him, to Bucky. Nobody was kind to him for a long, long time. He told me how you met, how you tried to get him to come in. He wasn’t in a place to accept that then, but he appreciated it.”

“Wasn’t hardly a thing,” LaTroy said with a shrug.

“It was a huge thing,” she said, rolling her eyes at him.

At the counter, Dante was helping another customer and hadn’t noticed Tony Stark yet. That was going to be entertaining when he did. Though, LaTroy thought he should probably scoot on over there and spare his son the embarrassment.

But, before he moved, he asked the girl next to him, voice low, “Why’d you tell me?”

Darcy, who had an amused anticipatory smile as she waited for Dante to notice Tony, too, shrugged. “You kept Bucky’s secret. It seemed only fair.”

“How’s that work?”

“It’s the currency of trust. Right? I pay you back with my own.”

“You didn’t have to do that. I didn’t do it for you.”

“Look, he’s my partner.” Darcy turned away from watching Dante and gave him a very serious look. He didn’t know her much at all, but thought the serious look was probably a pretty rare one; worth paying attention to her, he figured.

“It matters to me that you noticed him,” she continued, “that you cared before you knew who he was, that you cared enough to figure out what was going on with him. And then, after you figured it out, that you still cared. You didn’t have to do that. You didn’t have to care. You didn’t have to wonder about him. And you didn’t have to keep quiet. It’s nice to remember there are good people in the world.”

LaTroy felt both humbled and baffled by her reasoning and could only manage a mumbled, “Man’s a hero.”

“I agree. But, not a lot of other people do.” She let out a long breath through her nose and rubbed at her forehead. “He was a POW for more than 70 years. Brainwashed. They made him do terrible things.”

Licking his lips, LaTroy remembered that article he found online that said Barnes was the man who ripped apart the D.C. SHIELD building. He didn’t want to believe it when he read it, but it made awful sense now. “Hydra?”

“Yes.” With narrowed eyes, she watched him for a long moment. “It wasn’t his choice. He fought them every way he could for all that time. And he’s not that man anymore. He got away.”

“Good,” LaTroy told her, firming up his lips. That was good. Good for him. And to hell with Hydra. How dare they. Monsters. They were monsters for a whole lot of awful reasons — this one just felt personal. “Hope he took some of them down on his way out.”

“Well, that’s an ongoing process,” she said, laughing a little. “But, buddy, let me tell you, it is satisfying as hell to blow up a Hydra base.”

Raising an eyebrow, he looked down at her and asked, “You do that?”

“Once I helped, and once I did it on my own,” she said proudly.

“Good for you, girl,” he praised and clapped her on the shoulder and was struck again by how petite she was.

He glanced over at Tony’s back, and then down to her again. Stark’s kid. His daughter. A beautiful little girl, the man somehow kept out of sight, safe from the world. LaTroy liked to think he was a modern man, but he didn’t think he could let his little girl go do something like that. Actually, he got a little shaky thinking of his boy doing that.

He had to ask. “Don’t take this wrong, but, how in the world does your dad let you go out and do that?”

“Another ongoing process,” she told him with a sigh.

LaTroy frowned for another minute and, finally, Tony was the next costumer up. Dante didn’t realize who he was talking to. Not yet, anyway. But, LaTroy wasn’t entirely noticing now, either. So, how’d Stark’s kid end up in a place where she was blowing up Hydra bases? With her partner Bucky Barnes? Bucky Barnes who, apparently, was the guy who took down the SHIELD building and who —

“Damn. You a SHIELD agent?” he asked in a strangled whisper.

“Who? Me?"she asked, and then laughed.

"I thought SHIELD was gone.”

“It is,” she said.

Dante finally noticed who he was talking to and was giving LaTroy a panicked look, pleading for help.

“Then how—”

“Bucky wanted a bar, I used to bartend in college, and you know, for a little while, seems like a good place to rest,” she said simply. It didn’t really explain anything, but that was probably the point. A gentle nudge telling him to butt out. He supposed he could accept that, she made amends for her poking into his life and he got why. Guess it was his turn to back off.

“Sounds good. I’ll have to come by for a cold one sometime.”

“On the house.”

LaTroy nodded and headed for the counter, ready to rescue his son from having to get Tony Stark a bowl of soup. “So, lunch for 25? Let me ring you up.”

“Make it thirty,” Darcy said, following after him. “They’re hard-working, burly men and women. They get hungry. My partner will eat any leftovers.”

LaTroy noticed Stark make a face at the partner comment and she raised an eyebrow back at her father. “What?”

“Nothing,” Stark grumbled and flashed Dante a grin. “How old are you, kid? Want a job?”

Dante stared for a second before remembering his manners. “No, sir. I have one, but thank you.”

“You sure? I’ve got an opening for an assistant. My last one left me to go be a bartender. What the hell is that, huh?”

“Uh …” Dante shot LaTroy another desperate look.

“I wasn’t your assistant,” Darcy protested.

“You assisted me with things.”

“Tony,” she sighed and kicked his ankle. “I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“Fine, fine, whatever.” He leaned over the counter and gave Dante a serious nod. “Think about it. Give me a call if you change your mind. Give him one of my cards, Darce.”

“I don’t carry your cards on me. Why don’t you have your own cards?”

“If this kid was my assistant, I bet he’d have my cards on him. Pepper always had my cards.” He looked back at Dante. “What’s your name?”

LaTroy, who’d watched the exchange with amusement while he fixed up two bowls of soup, decided his son had been tortured long enough.

“This is my son Dante, Mr. Stark. And he’s seventeen and he’s got school, so there’s no going across town to be passing round your business cards. He’s got a job here and homework he probably ought to be getting to.” He patted his son on the shoulder and nudged him away from the register. “You go on, Dante.”

“Yes, pops. Thanks,” he muttered and his shoulders rose and fell on a relieved sigh. He bobbed his head self-consciously at Stark and said, “It was nice to meet you Mr. Stark. Enjoy your meal.” Then he hustled through the door to the kitchen as fast as his long legs would carry him.

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Elesh Norn Sprite!

Just started Wooden Overcoats

1. I’m literally Antigone, like why are you making me leave the house, noooo (unless there’s a weird indie foreign film or a cute person I want to bang, and then noooo why are you trying to make me work, yes I’m leaving the house for the second time this week, byyyeee)

2. Self care is strapping a walkie talkie to your pet mouse and having her conduct recon in a coffee shop, accidentally starting a health code panic and ruining your minimum wage employee’s date

anonymous asked:

HELLO could I request headcanons for grocery shopping with RFA + V please :D

(Funny story, my cousin works at a grocery store, and last week when I went food shopping I saw my cousin working and my mom started taking pictures of him. At the same store, they let my little brother (who is Autistic) scan our food when we go there, and he’s been on the news because of it a few times two years ago. YAY GROCERY STORE STORIES. NOW HERE ARE THE HEADCANNONS!!)

Yoosung:

•Food shopping is surprisingly hard for you.

•I say that because FOOD IS EXPENSIVE AND COLLEGE STUDENTS ARE POOR. WHY, SUPERMARKETS, WHY??

•oH MY GOD

•MC, THERE’S POKEMON FRUIT SNACKS CAN WE GET THEM???

•OOOH MMMYYY GOOODD, THERE’S SPONGEBOB MAC AND CHEESE. CAN WE GET IT, MC?? PLEASE???

•Chill, Yoosung, chill.

•SO MUCH INSTANT RAMEN. SO MANY MAC AND CHEESE CUPS. SO MANY ENERGY DRINKS. (As someone who has 5 cousins who are like siblings that are in/going into/just graduated college, I can confirm that this is what most college kids eat, and most of my cousins commute. That doesn’t stop them from eating mac and cheese cups (that wouldn’t stop me either, tbh. I have 4 years of torture left, though. HOMESCHOOL IS STILL SCHOOL, WHICH MEANS IT’S STILL TORTURE. Whoops, off topic))

•oH MY GOD, MC, THERE’S MARIO SOUP, CAN WE GET IT???

Zen:

•What’s food shopping??

•Jk, jk, he knows what food shopping is.

•Kind of (I’m sorry, I’ll be serious now…Sirius Black- OK, NOW I’LL STOP, I’M SORRY)

•zEN PUT BACK THE BEER!!

•ZEN PUT BACK THE CIGARETTES

•ZEN PUT BACK THE WATER- oh, wait, never mind, we need that to live, put it in the cart.

•Zen’s one of those people who tries to like green smoothies, but actually hates them, sO YOU GOT A LOT OF KALE THAT GOES TO WASTE.

•The apples and blueberries don’t, though, those aren’t gross. (I actually kinda like kale tbh, but I usually eat kale chips and on very rare occasions. I’m not one of those “go green” kind of people. I’m more of a “eat Lays potato chips at 10 pm” kind of person.)

•Tries to see his reflection in the freezers smh.

Jaehee:


•Coffee.

•Coffee!

•COFFEE.

•COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE!!!

•You guys don’t get a lot of coffee for some reason.

•JK, you always nearly buy out the entire isle.

•A bunch of those frozen meals. Those are easy to make yet not too terrible for you (unless you get those weird healthy ones, but those can be gross sometimes.

•Loves self check out. It’s fast and you don’t have to deal with social interactions with someone who may or may not be grouchy that day and is trying to make everyone else feel terrible (there’s always that one person in every grocery store. There always is)


Jumin:


•Why do we need to go food shopping?

•I can have someone do it for us.

•BECAUSE IT’S FUN!!!

•And it was….Until Jumin broke the self checkout.

•He didn’t want to interact with people that are most likely just interested in his money.

•You buy the freshest food you can.

•And cat food for Elizabeth, of course.

•He thinks the self check outs are evil.

•He likes those portable scanners that you walk around with.

707:


•NO THE OUTDOORS.

•IT BUUUURRRRNNNSSSS!!!!

•JK(Rowling- OK NOW I’LL STOP I’M SORRY I CAN’T HELP IT)

•Tries to buy out the entire chip isle smh.

•Same thing with the soda isle.

•wHaT aRe VeGiTaBlEs????

•You buys a lot of fresh foods because SOMEONE needs to start eating actual food and not chips 24/7.

•Hacks into the P.E. system and plays Nyan Cat the entire time your there.

•NYAN CAT’S DEAD, SAEYOUNG. WE DON’T CARE IF IT’S A CAT.

V:


•Buys the stuff that’s healthy but still tastes good.

•OH MY GOD, IS THAT A CACTUS?? I DIDN’T KNOW THEY HAD THOSE AT GROCERY STORES.

•Hey, V, this looks like you *picks up mint ice cream*

•MC, stay by me. I don’t want either of us to get lost.

•MC, do you need me to get that for you?

•MC, there’s some flowers over there, do you want me to get some for you?

•He likes the regular check out. He likes talking to the cashier and possibly helping them with their problems if they’re one of the grumpy ones that seem to be in EVERY. STORE.

All right, I’m not gonna lie to you guys.  This got stuck halfway done in my drafts and I completely forgot about it.  But hey, better late than never, right?

So I love vaguely nerdy things that you can wear out in public without attracting too much attention.  Especially vaguely nerdy things that keep you warm!  If you’re after a really comfy hoodie from your favorite show that will hold up through the wash, check out the instructions below the cut!

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Like I know it’s fucking weird to say but unless you make the pregnant characters trans…it just doesn’t work.