you-and-your-dimples

anonymous asked:

Are you ticklish? Do you have freckles other than the one behind your ear? does your hair tend to curl? Did you know that your dimples are adorable?

I am slightly ticklish. I have faint ones on my face. My hair only curls if it gets too long. Lol you’re very kind for saying so XD

Thinking of you

I’m caught up on the thought of you and me.

Cuddling and laughing,

Being a cute couple.

I’ve imagined it so many times that it’s soon to be real,

I just need to stop thinking.

I see you everyday and you always look perfect,

You say you don’t but to me you always look good.

I always notice the little things about you,

Like when you smile your dimples show and your eyes glow.

I love talking to you on a daily basis,

Our witty yet stupid banter always makes me smile.

And the thought of you lasts in my mind for a while,

And that’s good because I know I’m happy.

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REACTIONS

realising feelings for you

you being moody

your pale skin

your natural red hair

your fruity scent

you calling them sexy

your dimples

you wanting sex early

you dancing/singing their song

you being shy

your sexy performance

your curvy and tan body

you being a good dancer

you being a bad dancer

you waiting till marriage

your paranoia

your conservative parents

tough girlfriend crying

you being tall

their Hispanic girlfriend

you being anorexic (triggering content)

you being drugged at a party

your panic attack


BTS AS….

boyfriends (Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook)

babies


APPRECIATION POSTS

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin 

         > thighs

Kim Taehyung

        > tan skin

Jeon Jungkook


FICS

Jung Hoseok

    > Memories (angst, a bit of fluff)


Extra stuff

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Namjoon Drabble #2 - Mafia!AU

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Anonymous said: Hey could I get a Drabble with Namjoon? Hopefully some fluff with the “it’s been two years” (I think it’s number 34 can’t remember) Also I absolutely love your blog and hope many more followers will come your way -Purple Anon

Here it finally is! Idk, I just really like writing and reading Mafia!AUs so, this is what I ended up with cx


Genre: Fluff | Slight angst | Mafia!AU (I just really like reading + writing Mafia!Bangtan cx)

Word count: 895 

Warnings: I don’t think there are any…?


#34 (I think): “It’s been two years.”


Two years.

Two years since the fateful day you disappeared without a trace.

Two years since your home had been left empty, broken shards on the ground, framed picture of the two of you smashed and discarded carelessly, like it meant nothing. Like you meant nothing.

Namjoon was angry. Scratch that, he was infuriated to a level he’d never reached before, the intense fire in his eyes causing even his strongest men to cower in fear, avoiding his gaze as best as they could. Never had they seen their leader so angry, the murderous glint in his eye prevalent now more than ever before.

He was determined to find those who took you, snatched you away from your life, your family, from him. He was determined to find them, and teach them a lesson they wouldn’t ever forget for as long as they lived. That is, if they lived.

An intense search mission ensued from that day, and for months on end, Namjoon sent out his men to find clues, to find you, to find where they had taken you. Namjoon himself took some of his best men, his right hand man Yoongi by his side, and forced his way into your empty, cold apartment. The immediate sight of your ransacked home did nothing to calm him; rather it caused him to ball up his fists in fury, charging through as he tried to find anything that could point to where you were.

Namjoon was a smart man. His complicated plans and strategies couldn’t be beaten, he always planned them right to the tiniest details. And yet, he had been outsmarted. His intellect didn’t help him now; he was too blinded by fury and sadness and frustration.

Kneeling down, he carefully picked the framed picture of the floor, the glass jagged and broken into many pieces. He stared at the picture; you, mid way in a laugh, your eyes twinkling as they always did when you were genuinely happy, and him holding you tightly around your waist. His dimples were indented so far into his cheeks, his lips stretched so wide. In that moment, you thought no one could hurt you. With Namjoon by your side, the two of you could do anything. And yet, he hadn’t seen this coming.

Two years had passed.

He had given up hope.

Endless times he stood alone by the expansive windows, staring out into nothingness, tears slowly trailing down his cheeks, as he thought of you. Thought of the state you were in. Were you even still alive? Still breathing? Who knew? Who knew what had happened to you, what those people had done to you?

It was another day, another day of Namjoon drifting off, Seokjin having to nudge him to pay attention. They were sitting around a table in a dark room, discussing plans for a new heist. Namjoon had been so absorbed in his own mind, his own thoughts until one of his men burst through the open doorway, panting heavily, eyes frantic.

“Leader, it’s (Y/N). She’s alive.” Jungkook just managed to make out, clutching his side.

Namjoon immediately shot out of his seat, his attention now completely focused on the young man in front of him. His expression held a deadly seriousness, one that said if this is a joke, you’re dead.

“Take me to her. Now.

Jungkook bowed quickly before scrambling out of the room again, Namjoon following closely behind him along with Yoongi and Jin who were exchanging worried looks.

Jungkook lead them out to the main lobby of the building, and the sight that met Namjoon’s eyes igniting so many different emotions in him.

Jimin and Taehyung were supporting your weak figure, bruises dotted along your legs and arms, a clear blackness rimmed around your right eye. You struggled to even stand upright, and yet as soon as you spotted Namjoon there, a softness in his eyes that you’d longed to see again, your body lurched forward, trying to go to him.

Namjoon immediately ran towards you, dropping to his knees, and cradling you there and then. Tears began to spill from his eyes again, as he held you, careful not to hurt your damaged body, the other boys looking down solemnly.

“It’s been two years.” Namjoon finally said, his eyes frantically scanning you, his heart clenching at the clear injuries you suffered.

“I know, Namjoon, I know. Not a day passed where I didn’t think of you, when I didn’t count another day, always hopeful that I’d see you again,” you choked out in a raspy voice, your arms draped around his shoulders weakly.

“I missed you so much, (Y/N), it was so painful for me, wondering where you were, what you were going through. Tell me, who did this to you? I swear I’ll kill them.” Namjoon shook with anger, his nails digging into his palms.

You opened your mouth to speak, but another wave of pain washed over you, and you groaned, scrunching your eyes up tight.

“You’ll be okay, (Y/N), I’m here now. You came back to me, and I swear I will never let this happen to you again,” Namjoon promised, signalling at the boys to help carry you, Seokjin nodding back, rushing off to their small medic room.

“I know Namjoon. I love you.” You mouthed back, a weak smile as you were carried off.

anonymous asked:

okay so i have a request, but i was hoping you could get creative with it... so i wanted a fic where the reader and josh gradually start to get distant because of tour life and everything, and it just shows overtime them getting further and further apart, but then end up happy in the end?? hope this makes sense :)

JOSH DUN FIC

There’s something comforting about an unmade bed. An unorganized pile of crumbled covers and dipped pillows, pulled together so the sleepers’ faces can be very close to each other. Your favorites are all the beds you and Josh slept in.  It always took you days to make the sheets up after Josh had left; in some way, seeing the remains of what he had slept in, made it almost feel like he was still there. Maybe just taking a shower, having just gotten up. You inhale his scent from his pillow and runs your hand softly down the blanket. It’s not warm anymore, no one’s slept in it for days now.

The dial tone seems to go on forever until the call is finally picked up.

“Hi babe,” Josh sounds cheerful, and a little louder than normal. “What’s up?”

You can hear loud voices and glasses clinking on the background, mixed with vague hints of a booming bass. “Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice,” you clear your throat. “What are you up to?”

“Going wild on a Friday,” Josh chuckles, “hanging with the guys, we’ll probably head out in a bit. Mark’s running late, just waiting on him.”

You’re looking at your shared closet in the Columbus house, sitting on the floor in the middle of piles of clothes you just don’t seem to be able to take care of.  You stare at the clock, trying to calculate what time it was in Amsterdam.

You smile a little, picking at the strings of your hoodie. “Glad you’re having a good time.”

“Would be better if you were here. I think you owe me an explicit run-through of what you’re wearing right now, babe.” The smirk in Josh’s voice is audible.

You chuckle. “The hoodie you got me from the ice cream shop.”

“The one with the cow on the front?  Sexy,” Josh mocks. “Isn’t it too warm for that?”

“No, it’s… I’m just sitting on the closet floor and I found this and it smelled like you, so I thought I’d just wear it for a bit.”

“Ugh,” Josh groans, “I wore it like ages ago. It’s probably smells awful, you should just wash it.”

You feel a twinge of embarrassment, “I, I don’t want to wash you off though.”

The background noise quiets down on the other end of the line, and you can hear the sound of a door opening and closing. “Babe, are you ok?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “just, I don’t know.”

Josh hums comfortingly. “Are you doing anything fun today?”

“Probably just trying to get some homework done, don’t really want to leave the house.”

“Love, do you want me to come home?”

“You can’t really just up and fly across the world,” you say.

“You know I would if I could. I’m sure I can take up flying and ace it in like, max twenty minutes.”

“I’m sure you could,” you smile. You don’t think there’s anything Josh couldn’t do.

You stay silent for a while, listening to each other breathing. It makes you feel better, Josh knows. You guess it’s the same for Josh, too.

“Ok,” you say after a while. “Got my fix. Feeling better. Go and have fun.”

“And what are you going to do?” his voice is very soft.

“I’ll figure something out, maybe I’ll call my mom.”

“That’s more like it.”

“I’ll see you next week.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, Josh.”

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like for other people?” Josh muses as he’s flicking through the channels, sitting on the floor between your legs.  The two of you are savoring the final hours Josh had at home.  He headed out in the morning.  

“Wonder what what’s like?” you continue to rub Josh’s neck.

“Like, relationships. Being normal. Me not traveling around all the time.”

You move your hand down a bit, starting to work on the knots on Josh’s shoulder. “Do you?” you ask, avoiding the question.

“I don’t know… Just, don’t you think it’s a bit sad?”

“What?”

“That only being together once in a while is normal for us.”

“I like the way we are,” you try to smile. “I think we’re good. And the traveling and stuff is just out of our control, I think as a couple we’re pretty normal, probably like better than most, just our situation is a bit…” you can’t figure out a good word.

“Abnormal,” Josh nods. “Yeah, you’re right. Just would be nice sometimes to not be quite so, far I guess.”

“Ooh,” you coo, “you want to hold my hand more, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” Josh laughs as he leans his head back in your lap. “That may be a little true.”

You smile as you cup his face in your hands and bend over to plant a kiss on his lips, “Me too.”

Josh beams. “You want to show me off,” he pokes your thigh, “I’m like a classy trophy wife.”

“Hardly, “ you say laughing, “though you do brush up well when you’re not embarrassing.”

Josh’s wide grin turns into a fake frown impressively quickly. “You think I’m embarrassing?”

“Of course you are, but I gotta hand it to you, even when you’re falling all over the place, no one does it quite as impressively as you do.”

“Compliment accepted,” Josh smiles as he pulls you into another kiss.

Josh sits down slowly, and starts to go through the pictures on your camera. One catches his attention and he shows it to you. “This would be nice to hang on the wall.”

It’s a picture of you two, from last Spring, when you’d gone hiking on a hot day and there was so much pollen in the air.  You remember your eyes had been streaming non-stop. You’re pictured from the side, faces turned to each other, you were laughing – your dimple is visible – at something Josh had said.  You both look happy and carefree.

You agree. A week later, when Josh is in Los Angeles, you put the wall art on the bedroom wall, opposite your bed.

“Can you put your phone away, please?” you ask irritated when you come to bed. “The light keeps me awake.”

Josh doesn’t say anything, but turns his phone off and puts it on the nightstand.

“You know I don’t like having phones in bed,” you sigh, trying to find a relaxing position.

“I know, sorry.” Josh is sincerely sorry. This isn’t the first time his inability to put his phone down is causing words.

“What were you even doing?”

“Just, looking at things,” Josh turns to his side, his back to you.

“What things?” you ask after a while.

“Just things. It doesn’t matter.”

You scoot closer, caressing your fingers along his lower back. “Hey.”

Josh turns to look over his shoulder, and even in the dark of their bedroom, he can make out your kind eyes looking at him. “Hey,” he whispers back and turns around to face you.

“Don’t look at that stuff, love. You know people are idiots. They don’t know anything.”

“I guess…,”he mumbles.

“No, babe, you know it’s not true. People say awful things and it says more about them than it does about you, or me, us, anything”

“I just-“ Josh sighs and bites his lip. “It’s like everyone is just expecting me to fail. Like they can’t wait for me to fuck up, so they can laugh at me. Like I’m a joke.”

“Babe,” you pull him closer, “they’re idiots. And you’re not a joke. And you won’t fail. You’re brilliant.”

“But what if I’m not,” Josh lets out a shaky breath.

“You’re amazing, Josh, I’ve seen you. You worked fucking hard for the things you’ve done and you wouldn’t have done the things you have if anyone important thought you were shit. Which you absolutely are not.”

Josh smiles and he reaches out to brush some longer strands behind your ear. “I have all the faith in you, too.” He snuggles in closer until he’s pressed against your skin, placing a small kiss on your collar bone. “I love how your skin is always warm.”

The party was a drag. Not only did Josh have to practically drag you the entire way there, but once you arrived, it took all of three minutes for him to wander off.  He was off mingling, leaving you in the corner of an unfamiliar house with unfamiliar people scattered all around.  You caught sight of him once or twice, each time he was getting his ear talked off to by some uppity executive or manager.  

You were fuming by the time he finally was ready to leave.

“I don’t get why you’re so upset,” Josh says on your drive back home.

“Just forget it,” you say through gritted teeth, you were not in the mood to discuss.

“I can’t apologize if I don’t know what I even did wrong.”

You continue to stare out the window as the night passed by.

When you were finally curled up in bed, Josh snuggled close, his forehead pressed up against yours.  

“I’m sorry I got taken away tonight, I missed you.”

You’ve gotten a chance to cool off and he just seems so sincere, so you nod, indicating your approval.  

“Can I kiss you now?”

You lean in and kiss him discreetly, trying to ignore the way he even had to ask.

You have sex that night to try to make up for it all.

But it turns out to be awful.

You’re taking a shower after and you’ve never felt further away from Josh, who’s waiting in bed. You scrub yourself, still prickling uncomfortably from this strange, unfamiliar touch of Josh’s skin. You wrap yourself in your bathrobe before going to the bedroom.  

You don’t want to be naked in front of Josh right now.

“I feel like you’re erasing me from your life.”

“Excuse me?”

“I just feel like, I’m not a part of your plans anymore.”

“When have I ever not included you in my plans? When have I ever done anything without checking with you first?”

“But, you keep…”

“No. I’m not pushing you away, it’s you who keeps falling away from me.”

“Doesn’t feel like I have any space by your side anymore.”

“And at this point, it’s like you don’t even want me to try to reach out, you’ve decided that I’m erasing you from my life and that’s it, done and dusted, fucking sorted.”

“It’s not fucking sorted, stop putting words in my mouth.”

“Stop blaming me for things I’m not doing!”

A door bangs shut.

You’re staring at the name on your contact list and realize you actually feel nervous. You haven’t felt nervous about calling Josh since probably the very first call you ever made.

“It’s your Josh,” you mutter to yourself and press the green button.

“Hello,” he picks up, sounding croaky.

“Hi,” you’re happy to find the nervousness leaves your mind at the sound of his voice. “What are you doing on your day off?”

“Still in bed,” he yawns.

You frown and look at the clock, making quick calculations. “Josh, it’s like six at night.”

“I suppose so,” Josh says apathetically. “Oh well.”

You can feel the nerves starting to creep back. “You must be hungry.”

“Not really.”

“When was the last time you ate? How long have you been sleeping?”

Josh ponders. “I had something yesterday. I think I had some cereal.”

“But what about a proper dinner?”

“Jesus, what is this? You’re not a nurse doing a check-up.”

You try not to get offended. “I just want to make sure you’ve slept and eaten.”

“I have eaten, and I have slept, like, for almost 20 hours, thanks mom,” his voice is snappy. “Was there anything else? Does your form have any more questions that needs answers?”

“Josh.” your voice is quiet, soft, a gentle tug.

Josh sniffs and coughs. “Fine. Sure. I’m great.  Everything’s great.”

“Okay.”

You exit out of the airline tab on your computer, forgetting all about the overpriced flight you were planning on taking to surprise Josh.

You both still have fun, on some days, of course you do. On days where it’s just you, with nothing to do but spend time together, being carefree, on days when, over a lazy breakfast, Josh asks you if you want to go on an adventure. And you go, drive around aimlessly to a random direction based on chance. You find a hidden little pond in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by thick trees and you go skinny dipping, and then find a sketchy looking café and have take out.

“We should go on a vacation,” you suggest, sitting on the hood of the car.

Josh looks up at you, in a way you can’t quite read. “Vacation?”

“Yeah, like today. Just leave everything for a while.”

“Y/N,” Josh starts slowly and looks down, “that’s not a good idea.”

“What?”

His eyes meet yours. “Like, going away doesn’t solve anything.”

Your mouth flinches. “Did you not have fun today?”

“I did, of course I did,” Josh chooses his words wisely. “I just don’t think it’d be a good idea. To like, go away and then come back while everything here, in real life, remains the same. I don’t think we should go before it ends.”

“Before what ends?” you can feel your chest tightening, you’re not sure you want to hear the answer.

“This… thing, between us. It’s obvious we have issues.”

You nod, biting your lip. “But, like, we’ll fix it, won’t we? We’ll fix us.”

Josh nudges your shoulder with his. “We will. We’ll fix us so well and then, as a reward, we’ll go for the best holiday ever.  To Jamaica or something.” He squeezes your hand.

You squeeze back. “I can work with that.”

“We’ll figure this out, I know we will, we always do.”

The drive back home is quiet, both of you deep in your thoughts, but this time, the silence doesn’t feel so loud.

“What is all of this?” Josh asks as he sees the table set with candles and china.  

“Just a surprise,” you smile as you lead him to the kitchen and put a plate of steaming food in front of him.

You feel a little nervous. “Taste it.”

Josh inhales the divine smell of something hearty and rustic, reminding him of something he can’t quite pinpoint.

“This is my grandmother’s recipe,” he says quietly.

“I know.”

“She didn’t… She said it was a secret and no one else had it.”

“I know.”

Their eyes meet and Josh smiles, letting out a wet chuckle. “You did good, love.”

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I think… I think we should really talk now.”

“Look, I’m so sorry about the stuff I said, it was so uncalled for, I was being an asshole.”

You shake your head. “No, me too, I think we both were being… not good.”

“Apologies?”

“Apologies,” you nod.

“Come sit with me.” Josh says.

You both sit down on the sofa, leaving some space between them but not as much as they could’ve.

“Sometimes… I feel like your tour life is taking more time and energy than it should. And it’s time and energy away from me.”

Josh looks surprised. “Seriously? Really, Y/N?”

You shrug. “It’s… Like it’s just a lot.”

“I know it’s a lot, I’m living it.”

“But I’m living it too, that’s just it.”

“You said you were fine with everything, don’t try to claim I didn’t check every tour, every interview, everything with you. You were totally on board when it all started.”

“I’m allowed to change my mind. I changed my mind. It’s fucking awful and I hate it.”

“How do you want me to fix it then?”

You say nothing.

“You know this isn’t something I can fix. I can’t just stop this all from happening now.”

“I know,” you say.

“Like, I’m on tour now. You changed your mind but it doesn’t have an effect, like sorry you feel like shit but there is literally nothing I can do about it.”

“I said I know! I’m not expecting you to change anything.”

“Well great, that’s helpful,” Josh mutters.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Josh looks like a pouting child. “You always have things to complain about but no solutions.  What do you want me to do?  Quit the band?  Quit my job?”

“I didn’t say that.”

You stare at each other, neither willing to step back. The air is filled with electricity, almost, and as much as you absolutely hate confrontation, you know this all has to be said.  Speaking your mind finally feels like it’s fixing this weird rut you’d fallen into.

“So to recap,” you finally say. “I’m pissed off at you for things I initially agreed to but now don’t like, but things you can’t change, and not because you don’t want to.”

“Seems so,” Josh grits his teeth. “And I’m pissed off at you for changing your mind and offering no helpful solutions.”

“Great,” you nod.

“What a team we make,” he says.

You sigh heavily. “You can say that again.”

“What a team we make.”

“Shut up,” you smirk. “Ok. I hate your stupid fucking tour and some of the people around you are absolute dicks.”

“I hate that you won’t quit school to come on tour with me.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“So basically we’re angry for each other and not at each other.”

“Seems so.”

“Does it help if I say, I love you and I want the best for you? I’m sorry.”

Josh nods solemnly, “I’m sorry, too.”

“Maybe we should just have weekly, scheduled fights, where it’s acceptable to call each other twats and judge our life choices and just get it all out in the open.”

“And talk shit about everyone else.”

“Especially that.”

Josh opens his arms, gesturing for you to come cuddle.

“You’re my life, Y/N. You know I’ll always have your back.”

“You’re my life,” you smile. “I’ll always be here for you, too.”

“I don’t want you to think that, I’m like, not so fucking proud of everything you do. With school and your degree.”

“I know you are.”

“And like, I know you’re proud of the things I do.”

“I am, babe, so proud.”

“I’m your biggest fan. And you’re mine, I know. And I think I probably forget that for a little bit in the middle of everything.”

Josh is picking on the sleeve of your sweater. “I think… We both forgot, for a bit. And, like, stopped talking. I don’t want to ever, ever, feel that disconnection again.”

“Me neither,” Josh kisses the top of your head. “Come on, let’s go connect.”

You feel a bit like crying, maybe. They’d been wrapped around each other for what feels like hours now. It’s deep, it’s slow, it feels like reconnecting from head to toe and mind to heart. The release you finally feel leaves you shivering after.

Later, laying with your foreheads pressed together, eyes locked, Josh is petting your hair, occasionally closing his eyes from the tickling pleasure of your finger tracing his cheekbones, his eyebrows, down his nose, his lips, up his jaw line and down again.

“Thank you for coming back to me,” you whisper. “I don’t want to be so far from you anymore.”

Josh smiles softly.

You set the date for June 3rd, an exact year after Josh gets down on one knee.  You chose a lovely place, by a lake – rustic but not too over the top romantic.

It had been a wonderfully, sunny, Tuesday afternoon, such an inconvenient day of the week, but your families were there. Josh had taken your hand before they walked down to the minister, and he hadn’t let go until you were outside, birds chirping in the surrounding trees, doing rounds of hugging their parents and siblings, tissues passed around with delighted laughter and words of happiness.

Instead of a huge reception, you decided on a small get together at home, with plenty of delicious home-made food and never-ending drinks, with everyone staying for the night and no obligations for the following day. There were Chinese lanterns and fairy lights hanging down everywhere.

“This is so perfect.” your eyes met Josh’s.  “This is my favorite day, ever, and you’re my favorite person, ever,” you whispered to your husband.

Later in the evening, the sky had suddenly turned menacingly grey and opened with huge, heavy raindrops. Josh’s sisters had been screaming, trying to cover their hairdos and delicate dresses, everyone going for whatever they needed to save quickly and get inside, people bumping into each other and getting drenched.

But you and Josh stayed behind, kissing in the rain, getting soaked together.

BTS reactions to their s/o having dimples on their butt

Requested by: anon

A/N: alright m8 this was fucking adorable… who knew writing about butts was so much fun ~  i loved this -Kaitlin


Seokjin: He worships your body. he’s constantly kissing and touching you all over. it didn’t take him long to find the tiny dimples on your butt and it didn’t take long for him to voice his love for them either. His favorite thing was when you’d fall asleep in your underwear and he had perfect access to ur ass, and he’d pepper the skin with kisses until you woke up 

Originally posted by theseoks

Yoongi: tbh he loves them so much but he’s too scared to tell you. every time he tries to say how adorable ur ass is he gets flustered and you kiss his mushy face a whole bunch and he just forgets what he was trying to say all together. he gives up and pulls you onto his lap for a good ol make out sesh on the couch instead

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Hoseok: “Y/N!!!!” “What hobi?” “YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU HAD….. DIMPLES ON YOUR BUTT?!!?” “no… i didn’t think it mattered…” “OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD!!!111!”

Originally posted by livelovehoseok

Namjoon: okay so since Namjoon’s got his own lil dimples, he feels like you two are just fucking perfect for each other. He’d make jokes about it somehow, and then one day says the wrong thing in front of the guys. “haha Y/n and i are dimple buddies”… “y/n doesn’t have dimples on their face? what you talking about???”…. Joon just fucking outed you.. oh boy

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

Jimin: he wouldn’t notice them at first, you’d have to point them out. and once you did he’d get all fluffy and gross and compliment you all the time. Having had insecurities about his own body he wants to make sure you know everything about you is perfect and that he loves every bit of you bc you’re a beautiful work of art

Originally posted by jikookshandshake

Taehyung: Oh my god he’s so fucking heart eyes for your butt. loves to touch. every time you’d change in front of him he’d just stand back and try to hold back his smirk. he’d come up behind you and grab your ass and poke your dimples and just be so fucking bubbly bc you’re the cutest thing in the whole world

Originally posted by kpopfordays

Jungkook: He’s gonna laugh at you, lets be real. He’d tease you about it, but only in the privacy of your bedroom… he wouldn’t want his Hyung’s finding out about ur adorable butt dimples now does he? He loves them, and sometimes he’ll cut back on the teasing to make you feel good about them

Originally posted by bangtan

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Group: NCT 127/Dream

Member: Mark

Warnings: none

I haven’t slept because off this so i really hope you guys like it. Requests are open and i’ll post an masterlist soon ( ^▽^)

Originally posted by oh-prankster


“Yah Yah! Hyung!” Haechan kept pestering Mark during class.  
“What is it?” Mark said looking up from his work. Haechan had a sly smirk on his face.  
Just before Haechan wanted to speak, Y/N came walking in. The class turned their attention to the unexpected company.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but can I speak to you sir for a second?” The teacher nodded his head yes and gestured Y/N to wait outside.
“Class I’ll be back In a moment, continue your work” the taecher walked away.
“As I was saying” Haechan spoke again, but mark didn’t listen.  
“How can she be so beautiful?” Mark mumbled, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. 

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anonymous asked:

How do you draw your Dimples theyre really cute. Could you maybe make a step by step? Thanks

AH YES FINALLY rubs hands (This is my first tutorial/step-by-step sorry if it’s confusing)

First i start with a circle, can be squashed and stretched and deformed however you like, i also like adding circles for his eyes. What I’m saying is make him round.

Next I go on to drawing his eyes. I like making expressions shine through eyes so I pay extra detail to them. I also like experimenting with shapes and styles for Dimples eyes, depending on the mood.

Mouths and noses can difficult to place properly, therefore I sometimes leave either (or both) out if they don’t really fit. For the mouth I like drawing the shape first, and then sloppily add bumps that are supposed to be lips.

Dimple has a weird head, this is where the circle comes in. I draw a mix of smooth and bumpy waves where the bottom parts of the waves touches the circle. This of course can be ignored, but it helps keeping the blob in shape.

The “tail” can be used to imply movement or emotions. If it bends in a direction, the bumps will be more at the inside of the curve and more stretched on the outside. I also try to avoid a symetrical tail.

At last I add whatever details I find important, especially the cheek blots. Personally I also like adding small wisps at the end of his tail to get that extra fire-like feel to it, I suppose. Here you can basically just go nuts with whatever you want.

NOW GO DRAW SOME DIMPLES!

My Favorite Things About You
  • your smile
  • your laugh
  • the dimples on your cheeks
  • your smell
  • the way you hug me
  • the way you kiss me
  • how you always work to understand me
  • how you surprise me with little things
  • the way you light up a room
  • the way you pull me closer when you’re half asleep
  • the way you kiss the back of my hands
  • your touch
  • your eyes
  • your strength
  • your will
  • your support for me
  • how you always have open ears
  • the way you love to show me off
  • you’re proud to have me
  • the way you dance with me 
  • the way you comfort me
  • your trust


  • the way you love me too
😊Little Things (Both x Reader)

Summary: Can you do a grayson/Ethan imagine based on the song Little Things by 1D n reader is their best friend thx sm xx

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry it took awhile to post! Working on part 7 today!

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me
But bear this mind it was meant to be
And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me

“I freaking hate my freckles. They’re literally all over my face. Do you know how much I spend on concealer and foundation to cover them up?” I asked Grayson and Ethan as I was putting my makeup on trying to cover all my imperfections on my face.

“Y/N I don’t know why you hate your freckles so much. I honestly think they’re super cute.” Grayson smiles as he stands behind my vanity. I chuckled at him as he puckered his lips to me.
“Thanks Gray. Will you pick out a shirt for me to wear? E you can pick out whatever jeans you like.” I offered and they both nodded. They darted straight to my closet and started rummaging through everything. I laughed at them as I went back to my makeup. I noticed my eyes were wrinkling in the corners which made me feel kind of old. I felt gross to be honest. Grayson turned towards me and noticed I was frowning. I then felt his arms wrap around me in a hug from behind.
“You’re beautiful okay?” He pressed his lips to my cheek as his hand grabbed mine and he kissed the top of my hand. “Your hands are so soft Y/N.” He exclaims trying to cheer me up. His hands were so big compared to mine. “You hand fits so perfectly in mine.” He smiles which causes me to giggle.
“Hey Y/N how do these jeans look?” Ethan held up a pair of light washed high waisted blue jeans. I nodded standing from my vanity and walking over to my closet and I grabbed the outfit the boys had picked out. I walked into my bathroom to change.

I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I’ll love them endlessly

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I could really see my thighs bulging in my jeans. My stomach felt suffocated under the shirt and jeans. I just felt so sick looking at myself. I did a turnaround to examine myself better in the mirror. I couldn’t understand how the boys were friends with someone like me. My hair wasn’t long and blond. My hair was short and quite dark. I had my nose and lip pierced and I was really short. My instagrammed was constantly spammed by fans saying things like ‘I don’t see how the boys are friends with someone like her. She’s not pretty enough for them #sorrynotsorry. And she’s like 20? Umm pervert much?’ While there were definitely more encouraging words than negative ones, somehow the negative ones controlled my emotions. I heard a knock on the bathroom door.
“Y/N? Can I come in?” I recognized the voice as Ethan’s. I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes. I heard the handle jiggle as Ethan entered the bathroom. “Y/N come here.” He pulled me into a hug and he just held me. “Look I know you’re feeling bad about how you look, but you shouldn’t. Grayson and I have seen the comments okay? We don’t want you to let fans decide who you are. We love every little thing about you. I love your dimples and crinkles on your face all the way to your dimples and scars to your feet.” I smiled and started to blush. “Also Gray and I love your thighs. Like honestly goals.” Ethan says hugging me tightly.

You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea
Maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me
I know you’ve never loved the sound of your voice on tape
You never want to know how much you weigh
You still have to squeeze into your jeans
But you’re perfect to me

“Hey guys! It’s Grayson and Ethan and we’re the Dolan Twins!” The boys cheered as we stood in my bedroom editing the video. We did the best friend tag and it was a lot of fun. I remembered why I adored these boys so much. They were honestly so sweet and amazing.
“Okay when did Grayson get his first kiss?” Ethan asked in the video which made me start to laugh. Oh my God. My laugh.
“Ummm he was like in 6th grade?” I answered as my voice sounded high pitched and crackly. I hated my voice on tape.
“Delete that. Cut me out.” I ordered and the boys looked at me confused.
“What? Y/N no.” Ethan says sternly.
“Yeah Y/N why do you not want to be in it? This video was funny and you look great.” Grayson says pointing at my outfit on the screen. I didn’t say anything and we continued the video.
“Okay who talks in their sleep?” Ethan asks as Grayson and I both wrote my name down on our whiteboards. I covered my face embarrassed as Ethan started telling the story of how one sleepover I was talking about how attractive this guy was in our class in my sleep.
“Guys please. I’m not good enough for your channel and your fans will definitely hate me.” I complained as I tried to click out of the video, but the boys pushed me back.

I’ve just let these little things slip out of my mouth
Because it’s you, oh it’s you, it’s you they add up to
And I’m in love with you (all these little things)
I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it’s true, it’s you, it’s you they add up to

“Y/N what the hell has gotten into you?” Ethan snaps at me. “I’ve never seen you act like this before.” He stammers as he sits next to me on the bed. Grayson sat next to me on my other side with his hand on my thigh.
“I just hate how I look. I’m too old for you two. I look so fat in the video and in pictures. My voice sounds like a dying cat, and I sound crazy when I talk in my sleep. How the hell are you guys friends with me? I’m me.” I huffed. The boys looked at each other. Grayson turned my face towards his as he held my hand.
“I love the crinkles by your eyes. I think they show you’ve lived a happy life with always smiling. I think your freckles are so cute. They are who you are. I think your voice sounds so sexy, especially in your sleep. All the conversations we have had, the comments you’ve made about me, they are my favorite conversations. Probably some of my favorite memories.” He kisses my hands and then my nose which makes me giggle. Before I could say anything I feel myself being turned towards Ethan.
“And I just adore your thighs. I love all your dimples and your scars. Each scar is a story. Like this one above your eye. I remember you, Gray, and I were playing outside in the snow and I pushed you and you fell on a tree stump that was hidden under the snow. Sorry again.” Ethan laughs which makes me laugh. “In the end Y/N it’s you. You’re our best friend and we absolutely love you. All these little things make you you.” He says as he pulls me into a hug. “Gray get in on this.” With that, Grayson hugs the other side as we fall back on the bed laughing. I did feel better. I didn’t care about how I looked or about my age. You’re always going to have hates, but a hater is just a fan who is scared to admit it. The boys posted the video the following Tuesday and constantly told me how much I meant to them and all the little things they adored about me. In the end of their video they even asked for #Y/Nlittlethings to trend. Where fans would tweet little things they loved about me. Which made my heart swell with all the positive things they trended

I’m in love with you, and all your little things

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You felt sad , lonely. You didn’t know what to make of it. The voices in your head told you to kill yourself, so you tried, this was your first day going back , the only person who knew this far was Hotch , you he to tell him you kinda were off work for 3 weeks and you missed about 3 cases.
You walk to your desk , all eyes on you , wondering where you’ve been , making you grip your sleeves hard. “Eyes on the prize” Hotch said , telling people to get back to work. “Thanks” you smile your tiny dimples indent. He just slightly smiles back to you “get to work” he whispers. Good ol Hotch. “I’ve got a case on the plane everyone”. As you followed your many friends on to the plane you sat in the corner with your sleeves rolled up to your elbows reading your book when a voice interrupted your focus. “I am the messenger , good book” Spencer sat down in front of you looking down at the book. “Yeah , it’s my third time reading it” you smile , following Spencers line of sight , which was focused on your vertically stitched up arms. Suddenly you weren’t smiling anymore , his face was scruffed up , eyebrows furrowed, quickly you pull your sleeves down but it was to late he had seen. “Wha-whats that y/n” you look down and play with your fingers. “Nothing” you mumble. “Y/n I’m a doctor, I know that’s not nothing”. You look at him tears starting to dwell, “I was sick of the voices” you said sniffing trying not to bring attention to yourself. “Ok” Spencer takes your hand , lifting your sleeves taking a closer look. “Don’t be ashamed of them ” he says , talking about your new scars. “They’ll be there for the rest of your life” he gives you a reassuring smile and you look at him and giggle “ thanks Spence ” you say looking him in the eye. “Anything for my favorite girl” he ends with a blush

Mouthful of forevers

Hola amigos!

My finals are here and so is my imagination and the ability to do anything but study. ;-)

Anyways, I’ve been reading some poetry and I came across Clementine von Radics and her poems. One poem called Mouthful of forevers caught my attention in particular and I decided to write a little something. 

Clearly, the credits go the amazing poet. Without her words, there wouldn’t be mine.


AN: This is set somewhere after 13x21.


Owen was in his bed, having trouble sleeping as usual. After that hug in the elevator Owen kept thinking and thinking about Amelia - not that he hadn’t before. Although they were in an awkward and difficult stage of their relationship, Owen wanted to give her time and space. He wasn’t completely sure what was going on in her head or why she had left him but he was sure it wasn’t because she had stopped loving him.

Although he tried his best not to over think about the messy situation he was in, he felt like he should have done something more. Knowing Amelia, Owen knew it wasn’t best to push her. He had to do something subtle, easy and small. Just a little something so she knew he was there.

The idea seemed great at first but while he was writing the letter, he wondered if it was pathetic and corny. Owen felt stupid for doing it and yet somehow, once he started, he couldn’t stop.


Dear Amelia,

I know things have been hard lately but I hope you know I’m here. This letter may seem silly or stupid but it’s the only thing that felt right. I found this poem online and it really spoke to me. I hope you hear it out as well.


I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers.

We both had people who we had loved before we met each other. We both had at least one person who we thought would be our future, our everything. I know I did and I know you did as well. Never in a million years did I imagine spending my life with Derek’s little sister who I occasionally saw in the hospital when she came to visit. But life had a way…

We have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin.

Losing people, losing ourselves… Sounds familiar, right? I wish we didn’t have that thing in common. I wish you wouldn’t have to know that pain. Seeing you suffer after your brother died made my heart ache. I still blame myself for leaving then, for not being stronger and staying with you. Maybe my presence wouldn’t make a difference but maybe it would… I just wish it hadn’t come to the point where you wanted to take drugs again. I wish it hadn’t gone to the point where you had to drink because it hurt too much. I can only imagine how it felt losing so many people in your life.

Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.

I admit I was a bit lost after Cristina left and I know you didn’t exactly have it easy when you moved here at first. But I think our struggles are worth it because we ended up together. You were the best thing that has ever happened to me. Every time I think about you I remember you coming to my trailer with that bottle of sparkling water. Lime. I like to think that’s when our story officially started although I had my eyes on you long before that. I suppose we like to think that we can do it all by ourselves and that we don’t need anyone; that we’re enough. And as much as I agree on some level, I sure think that I couldn’t do it without you. And maybe, just maybe, I helped you in a way as well.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
on your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

I am not trying to overly romanticize our relationship or try to turn it into a love story with us not being able to live without each other because we can. We did it before and I guess we are kind of doing it now. I know I am able to live without you but I don’t want to. My days are better when I see you and when I see your dimples as you smile. The way you always hold my hands when we kiss is special. Tracing your back in the middle of the night makes the darkness brighter. Hugging you and running my hands through your hair is a privilege I’m not planning to lose.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
Whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap,
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I know you have a history and I know it’s hard for you to let me in on everything. Believe me, I understand it. But I want to tell you that it’s ok. Please know that no matter what you tell or don’t tell me, it won’t change the way I look at you. May it be you burning dinner, operating, trying to push me to talk to Riggs or running away from me, you are still the Amelia Shepherd I fell in love with. There are things you are proud of and there are things you’d rather not talk about and that’s ok.

At first I thought I needed to know everything about you.

But the truth is that I don’t.

I feel in love with messy you, focused you, laughing you, sobbing you, bossy you, scared you, sassy you and every other part I know or don’t know yet. And please know that nothing, absolutely nothing, will change my feelings towards you.

I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Love, Owen

Hoverboards and Ice Cream

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Ok this is my first time writing anything like this so it might suck I’m sorry (*゚ー゚)ゞ This legit took me years to write because I couldn’t control my feels mork why do you do this to me ㅠㅠ Also the ending is terrible but I wasn’t sure how to end it - if you guys want request a sequel and I’ll see what I can do!       (* ̄∀ ̄)


You sat on the arm of the sofa just outside SHINee’s waiting room, scrolling through your Instagram feed, your favourite song playing softly into your ears through your headphones. Completely oblivious to your surroundings, you were immersed in the music, shyly jamming along to the beat with a small smile on your lips. You had been waiting for your brother Minho to finish practicing for the SMTOWN concert for almost 3 hours, but you didn’t mind the wait since you were pretty accustomed to it. In fact, you enjoyed the time you got to spend by yourself, with no interruptions, allowing you to completely zone out and relax. Your soft brown hair was tied up into a low ponytail, with a few strands hanging loosely at the front framing your face. You lifted your slender fingers to your face softly brushing the hairs away from your face and unknowingly fiddled with the hem of your dress as your eyes grazed over the pictures on your screen.

Mark rode his hover board back and forth through the hallway, brows furrowed, tongue peaking out from between his lips, both signs of his intense concentration. He had finished his group practice with NCT Dream and was now waiting for NCT 127’s turn. He hated using his time aimlessly so he picked up his book of lyrics and his hover board and rode away from NCT’s waiting room in search of any kind of inspiration. Two hours had passed since he started and he was still stuck in the same place with no signs of a sudden revelation. Exasperated, he closed his book and bent down to the floor, arms hugging his knees, eyes on the floor. Sighing, he straightened himself and started riding forward, unsure of where he’s headed but wanting to go anywhere. His eyes shift to his pockets as he tried to fish out his headphones, unaware of the girl in the white dress sitting on the sofa in front of him. As his arms reached into his pockets, his body leaned forward ever so slightly, causing the hover board to pick up its pace. So focused on untangling the mess of wires in his hands, he didn’t realise how fast he was going until his eyes slightly shifted up to you, causing them to widen in shock. Jumping off his board, he tried in vain to avoid a collision. The poor kid tripped over his own feet and flew over to you, his arms wrapping around your sides as his body pushed yours onto the sofa.

The impact of his body on yours shook you out of your trance rather harshly, causing you to let out a soft gasp as the two of you fell onto the sofa. You looked up at him wide eyed, trying to process what just happened, unaware of the warmth spreading across your cheeks. Mark, equally as shocked as you, had one arm around your waist and the other next to your head, barely supporting his weight over your body.
“Are you okay?!” he half whispered, his eyes wide, as he scans your face, his brows furrowed in worry. Realising how close the two of your faces were, his cheeks grew hot and he mumbled how sorry he was and how he should have been paying more attention.
By this time, you had only half recovered from the shock and were starting to process the features of the boy hovering above you. How his blonde hair covered his wide eyes slightly, how his forehead was creased with worry, how his cheeks were slightly pink in embarrassment. Your eyes widened in shock when you realised who this boy was. NCT was one of your favourite groups at the moment, and Mark Lee made you weak at the knees.
Averting your eyes out of embarrassment, you mumble a soft “It’s okay, I’m fine”, unable to hide how flustered you were.

Suddenly you felt something warm drop onto your cheek, once, then again. Confused, you look up to the boy and gasp “your nose is bleeding!!!”.
Pushing him off of you and reaching into your bag to grab your handkerchief, you swiftly cover his nose with the white cloth, your forehead crinkling in concern. Poor Mark was still catching his balance after you pushed him up when you gently pushed him back down onto the sofa.
“Are you okay??” you giggled softly, your dimples showing themselves, as he stared up at you with wide eyes.
“I’m fine thanks” he replied softly, looking away as a blush crept onto his cheeks, “it’s happened before so I’m used to it”.
Frowning slightly at his words you slowly tilt his head trying to stop the blood from flowing out, your lips pouting slightly in concentration

The two of you grew quiet, with you concentrating on treating Mark and with Mark sneaking flustered glances at your features, trying to stay cool, though on the inside he was screaming at how cute you looked with your brows furrowed and pouted lips.
The comfortable silence was broken suddenly by your ringtone echoing through the hallway. Glancing at your phone, your heart sank as you realised you had to leave. Glancing at his features one last time, savouring every second you had left, you smiled softly.
“Make sure to keep your nose blocked for some more time! Also go see the on-site medic just in case!” You say softly with a sad smile. You grabbed your bag and walked away before Mark could even realise you had to leave. His disappointment was clear as his eyes followed your figure as you walked towards the exit.

Even after meeting up with your brother and his group, you couldn’t stop thinking about the cute blonde boy you had met earlier in the day. You sighed for the 100th time, earning a disapproving look from your brother which quickly turned into his own sigh as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder in silent support.
“I don’t know what it is, but I do know that my little sister is too young to be sighing like that every 5 seconds” he said with a chuckle.
“Yeah come on Y/N! Lighten up a little bit” Taemin said as he pulled a funny face, earning a giggle from you. The rest of the boys relaxed as you smiled, and continued to try to make you laugh, causing you to momentarily forget about Mark.

Mark, on the other hand, had only you on his mind. He was so immersed in his thoughts about you,  he kept bumping into the other members, much to the annoyance of Donhyuck.
“Hyuuuung! What is wrong with you??” Donghyuck let out an exasperated sigh, “You even messed up the choreography during practice! That’s completely unlike you, are you okay??”
Mark could do nothing but sigh, images of you flashing through his mind.
“It’s fine” he started, “I just have some stuff on my mind”, he said with a weak smile.
“Hyung, you don’t look too well, are you ok? Is it because of your nosebleed earlier?” Jeno asked, concern all over his face. Mark waved his hand shaking his head to brush it off, but the Dream members were not easily convinced. Chenle back hugged Mark as Jisung patted his head, which made Mark smile softly, thinking how lucky he was to have such great members.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Johnny came up to Mark.
“Hey Mark, Y/N’s asking for you?” Johnny said, confused because he didn’t know Mark knew Y/N. Johnny was pretty close to Taemin, so he had seen Y/N on many occasions but he was sure the other NCT members didn’t know who she was.
“Who??” Mark asked, confused.
“Minho sunbaenims little sister?” Johnny replied, “She’s waiting outside, just go see her first”.
Exchanging confused glances with Donghyuck, Mark walked to the door and stepped outside the waiting room.
“Mark! Are you okay now??” You asked softly as you walked up to him. Mark’s eyes widen as he sees you, his heart doing summersaults in his chest as his cheeks grow hot.
“You don’t look well…” You started, as your hands reached up to his face. Softly brushing his cheeks, you looked into his eyes in concern.
“You really shouldn’t overwork yourself Mark”, you said quietly. Mark’s breath was caught in his throat at your hands and how close you were to him.
“Um… Thanks for earlier”, he managed to squeak, his eyes darting from side to side, unable to look you in the eyes.
“Don’t worry about it”, you started, your ears red as you reached into your bag fishing for the cookie you were saving for later.
“You’re blood sugar levels are probably pretty low after that so you should eat this”, you say, smiling shyly up at the tall boy. Blushing, he cleared his throat awkwardly as he mumbled a small “thanks”. His fingers brushed against yours as he took the cookie from you, sending sparks through your body. Your cheeks grew hot and the two of you avoided each others’ eyes in an attempt to hide your nervousness. You both stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do but not wanting the moment to end.
“Um… Y/N?”
Johnny’s voice caused the two of you to jump. Turning around, your eyes met his and you greeted him with a wide smile. Mark’s heart sank at how brightly you were smiling at someone who wasn’t him, and he felt a pain in his chest as Johnny slipped his arms around you, leaning his head on yours.
You hung out with the rest of NCT for a while as Johnny wouldn’t let you go without being introduced to the rest of the members. Mark sat quietly across you, observing the way you interacted with each member, the way your dimples showed themselves as you laughed at Taeil’s horrible puns, the way you leaned your head against Johnny’s shoulder every now and then. The only thought running through Mark’s mind was how much he wished you would do all these things for him and only for him.
After about 30 minutes, it was time for NCT 127’s rehearsal and the boys started to get ready to head up to the stage. They started piling out of the room heading towards the stage to get their mics. You watched them leave, fiddling with your fingers, when you felt someone grab your arm softly. Looking up, your eyes meet Mark’s as he looks down at you.
“Do you, um, do you want to grab some ice cream after we’re done?” he asked shyly, his eyes darting across your face in anticipation of your response, “I mean, only if you want to, I don’t want to force you, you know you’re probably busy—“
“I’d love to!” You reply, a shy smile spreading across your face that melts his nervousness away. A wide smile spread across his face as his cheeks reddened, his face unable to hide his relief and excitement.

The feeling comes when you realize you tried your best and they found someone else anyways, when you gave all that you had to offer and it still wasn’t enough to make them stay, when they use to tell you they loved your dimples and the gold in your hair and the way you laughed at that show you always watched together on tv, when you look back and remember the parts of you that you spent time teaching them about, all of your favorite things, all of your nightmares, all of your memories, and not a single piece of you was compelling enough for them to say ‘yes, I want this, this is where I belong’ the way you had been doing the whole time.
Dad Jokes

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After receiving dad jokes from a mysterious number you decide to counter by sending your own back to him.

Jin X Reader AU

Originally posted by 55kumamons

Your phone screen glared through your once night lit room. Rolling over, you picked up your phone to read a mysterious number displayed across the screen. Ignoring the stinging in your tired eyes, you swiped open to read;

‘What colour is a hamburger? Burgundy!’

Amused by the dad joke, your sleep deprived body snickered as you looked down at the screen. Deciding it best to sleep instead of replying to this unknown contact, you closed your once tired eyes that were now adjusted to the screen’s light. Squirming around for a comfortable position seemed impossible now, the blanket being too hot on and too cold off.

You let out a deep sigh, opening your eyes once more, turning your head over to your phone sitting by the bedside table. A smile crept up onto your face, still amused by the dad joke that was sent to you.    

You leant over to reply; ‘What do you call a hen looking at a lettuce? Chicken ceaser salad!’

Pressing send, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh, proud of your ingenious joke.

Relaxing back into the mattress, you drifted back to sleep with a smile planted across your face. 


A message from this mysterious joke master woke you from your sleep once more, this time with the sunlight blinding your eyes.

‘What’s a runaway strawberry? Wild berry!’

You sighed, staring at the joke that stood before your eyes. Shaking your head, you made your way to the kitchen, glancing over to the left over toast in the toaster. A grin appeared onto your face, sliding your phone out of your pocket and replying;

Toasters were the first form of pop-up notifications.’ 

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