Hello this is BTS’ Suga Haha it is finally my 25th birthday? I feel kind of weird I feel like just yesterday I was 20 years old Since debut, it’s both my 4th Spring and birthday Me, a person who has always been impatient and constantly worrying about the future Me, a person who always feels 21 years old performs in front of countless of ARMYs And now that others call me sunbae (senior), I get to perform at concerts all around the world, I am constantly living a busy life that gives me the opportunity to meet you all which is a dream and I’m so happy about it. After debuting, it’s always so exciting to see so many ARMYs take care of me and wish a happy birthday To be honest, I never cared much for birthdays Thinking how ARMYs prepare special gifts and are happy doing it make my birthday feel special Thank you to every single ARMY for making me a special person I may look like a person who is living just because they were born, but I am trying very hard and my best to become a better person So please continue to watch over me for a very long time Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday As I grow older, I promise to repay you guys with better music and performances
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female!Reader - Cast x female!Reader
Request: So my idea was a fic with seb and reader on the set of Infinity War. Reader likes taking naps on the casts laps, and after a while seb notices that she’s never napped on his lap and gets a bit jealous. A few cast members notice his crush on the reader and one day reader finds seb and the rest of the cast sitting together and goes straight for his lap. The whole cast looks up in awe and snap multiple pictures and seb is all flustered and blushy. You can change it up if it didn’t make sense lol ☺️ (-anon)
Warnings: none, really!! just pretty fluffy stuff
Word Count: 1.2K
A/N: it’s been such a weird week, and i really hope today will be good. but i’ve been havin’ a pretty bad mental-problems sort of day streak, so any memes sent to me are and will be greatly appreciated !!
“Y/N,” a distant, low voice sneaks through your sleepy mind. “C’mon, Y/N, I have to be in the suit in five minutes.”
The groggy veil of sleep slowly lifts off of your as you begin to wake-up. You could feel a heavy hand beginning to gently shake your shoulder.
“But I was so comfy,” your tired voice grumbles.
“I know,” Chris’s soothing voice drifts through the room. “But you’ve been sleeping on me for almost an hour, and I really have to get ready.”
“Fine,” you groan, lazily pushing yourself up into a sitting position, snuggling into the corner of the couch as you pry open your heavy eyelids. “But you should know, that was a good nap.”
You blink away the sleep from your vision and look around the room, your gaze locking on Anthony.
Draco ignored Pansy’s pouting and dragged her along. What were the teachers thinking, hanging up all these mistletoes around the castle? There were so many, it was so hard to avoid them all. Also, it was only November 17th! Couldn’t they at least have waited until December?
Cursing under his breath, Draco turned to the corridor that was still mistletoe-free. Well, at least it had been this morning.
“Oh, come on,” Draco groaned as he suddenly found himself and Pansy standing beneath a gigantic ladder. Filch was on top of it, fumbling with the fateful plant Draco had come to loathe.
Since he was a child, he had been very superstitious. Ignoring the mistletoe wouldn’t do it. It was bad luck. And Pansy knew this very well, judging from her smug expression. She had been taught the same by her parents, but, unlike Draco, she chose to try her luck. At least she usually did.
“Well, go on,” she said, grinning at him. Exhaling loudly, Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.
“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.
“I’m waiting.” Pansy’s grin only widened when Draco huffed and blew his hair out of his face.
“Alright, alright.” He leaned over to her reluctantly, but panicked, when she suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn’t be serious! Dear Merlin! Hastily, he planted his lips on her left cheek and immediately started walking again. There! Surely that would count!
“Hey! Draco,” he heard Pansy call after him. Nope, he would keep walking! He would keep walking and avoid these bloody mistletoes this time! Getting back to the Slytherin common room couldn’t be that impossible!
“… no, I remember you specifically told me- Ouch!”
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Rubbing his nose, Draco glowered at the person he had just collided with. The Weasel. With Granger in tow. Magnificent!
“You bumped into me,” Weasley said in an accusing tone.
“Whatever, Weasel! Now get out of my-”
“Oh, mistletoe,” Granger interrupted him, pointing at the ceiling.
You’ve got to be kidding me!
Draco looked up, then back at the other two standing in front of him. Oh, damn it!
“Come on, let’s just go,” Granger said, taking Weasley’s hand.
“We can’t,” he whispered. “We have to kiss.” Granger rolled her eyes at him, but Weasley’s face turned serious. “No, we really have to kiss. It’s bad luck if we don’t.”
Huh. Weasley wasn’t as dumb as he looked after all. With an exasperated sigh, Granger pulled him down and kissed him for much longer than was necessary. When Draco cleared his throat, they finally stopped.
“What, you want one, too?” Weasley asked, arching his eyebrows.
“Well, I was standing under the damn thing, too, wasn’t I?”
Understanding hit Weasley’s face and Draco would have loved to take a step forward and slap him. His dumb face was just so infuriating. Before Draco could do anything, however, Granger shoved her boyfriend and he stumbled forward.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Weasley asked, turning his head.
“Well, obviously, you two are the ones with the superstitions. And I already kissed you, so you can go and kiss him.” The way she said it was so nonchalant, it made Draco gape at ther. Okay, so he definitely didn’t want to kiss her. But did she understand how revolting it would be to kiss the Weasel? Well, of course not. She did it willingly. On a regular basis. Yuck!
When Weasley turned back around to Draco, his face was so pale, Draco thought he might faint.
“Ugh, let’s just get this over with,” Draco murmured.
“No, please, Hermione, no, please don’t make me do this!”
“I’m not making you do anything! You were the one who said you have to kiss under the mistletoe.”
“She’s right,” Draco said through gritted teeth. He closed the gap between them and wrinkled his nose. “Just… hold still.” Draco placed both his hands on Weasley’s shoulders and tried to ignore the way his bottom lip was quivering. His lips looked very chapped.This was going to be worse than he had thought!
If he hadn’t already cheated when he had kissed Pansy on the cheek, Draco would have done the same with Weasley. But he couldn’t cheat fate twice in one day! Ugh!
Just a quick peck. Light. Very light. Lips barely touching. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? Ugh, if only it weren’t Weasley!
“Merlin, Malfoy, just do it already,” Weasley groaned. Clicking his tongue once, Draco stood up on his toes and gave Weasley the quickest kiss in history of all kisses.
“Ugh! Now excuse me, I need to go wash my mouth,” Draco declared and started hurrying off.
“Ron. Ron? Are you okay? Are you crying? Oh, you’re gagging. Come on, stop it!” Granger’s voice slowly died down behind him as Draco ran down the stairs to the Dungeons. No, wait, he couldn’t walk down that corridor. There were at least three bunches of mistletoe down there. The one on the left had only one. That he knew of. And he’d have to walk through half the castle again. But one was still better than three. Okay then.
As he walked, Draco kept his eyes to the ceiling. He wouldn’t let himself get into another situation like that. Yuck! Weasley! Disgusting! He’d probably never forget it. November 17th, the day he had kissed Ron Weasley. Why? Why??
He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and began running when he spied the bunch of mistletoe he had been dreading. Luckily, no one else was in the corridor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Draco slowed down when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.
“Potter!” Draco narrowed his eyes. “Wandering the corridors all alone?”
Why couldn’t it have been Potter? Why couldn’t he have bumped into him under the mistletoe? This really wasn’t fair! Draco was doing everything, but still he had the worst luck! This was just infuriating! And honestly, it was kind of Potter’s fault he’d had to endure kissing Weasley. If Potter had been with his stupid friends, it might have gone very differently.
“Why aren’t you with the rest of your little trio? Tired of being the third wheel?”
“I am, actually.”
This was no fun when Potter was being honest.
“What about you? You look a bit ill. Are you okay?”
Draco tried very hard not to think about his lips touching Weasley’s. This would probably haunt him for a very long time. Instead, he rolled his eyes.
“How sweet. Nice to know the Saviour cares.”
Potter was about to respond, when his gaze fell to the ground.
Draco followed Potter’s gaze and almost choked. Was that mistletoe? Growing, actually growing out of the cobblestone while they were standing there? But mistletoe usually grew on trees!
“You can’t be serious,” Draco muttered. This was insane. But… he was with Potter. This would be the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss without having to reveal his feelings for the stupid git. “Ugh, can this day get any worse?” Draco moaned. Yes, yes, act like this is the worst thing that could have happened right now! He watched as Potter slowly examined the plant.
“Yeah,” Draco said, trying to sound as displeased as possible.
There was a brief silence, in which they both avoided the other’s eyes.
“Well, since we’re not exactly standing under it… Let’s just ignore it,” Potter babbled. Draco’s heart fell. This was his opportunity! Why was Potter being so difficult?
“We can’t just ignore it. It’s bad luck,” he mumbled. He felt so stupid. Potter was probably seeing right through him. From the corner of his eyes he saw the Gryffindor shuffling his feet, while his eyes were still glued to the ground.
“That’s just some stupid superstition, isn’t it?” Potter said with an arched brow.
“It’s not,” Draco insisted. “People… people have died after ignoring it.” It was utter bollocks. And Potter probably knew it. Draco considered just walking away. Potter was right, they weren’t standing under the mistletoe, so the rules probably didn’t apply here.
“Oh.” Potter paused while Draco suppressed the urge to kick the mistletoe. “Well, if it’s that serious… we better not risk it.”
Draco’s head snapped up. What? Had Potter just… What?