#and of course this won't help anybody. this is a tip for if you haven't tried it before or don't know if it'll help for you

[uncanny-tranny]

If you're trying to get out of the Moral Purity sinkhole, I think reframing how you think and feel can be a helpful first step.

Instead of being petrified by my very thoughts being "pure," I tried to internalize that... it can't be achieved, moral purity, so instead of being pure, maybe I could be kind? Or just even nice, anything but the crushing sould-destroying urge to make everything pure enough.

I think that's why, now, I'm incredibly suspicious of any group or community that demands purity. What good is purity if you can't even focus on anything else, like being compassionate or funny or deep or anything because you must only focus on being pure?

It's really hard to break out of the moral purity merry-go-round, but I think learning how to step off before you vortex yourself into the pits of hell can be a welcome change.

[niningtori]

let me into your world | chapter two: you've been on my mind

pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, choi soobin x you

summary: it's been 4 years since your last encounter with beomgyu, and you're happily engaged to soobin. you're ready to get married to the love of your life, but are soulmate ties really so easy to break?

genre(s): romance, angst, angst with a happy ending (?), soulmate au

word count: 2.8k

notes: SURPRISE! i know this is a really quick update, but i'm so geeked by txt tour dates i wanted to get something out to celebrate lmao. i hope you all like where this story is going. truly, i do. also, there's some suggestive stuff in this chapter and the next. nothing explicit, but i want to warn everybody. see ending for more notes!

4 years later

you're nervous. your company is joining up with your sister branch and you're torn between excitement and trepidation. your company is really pushing the "unity" narrative and you can't help but grimace at the happy horseshit they're spewing about how the merge won't affect the team dynamic, because it almost certainly will, and you dread having to walk on eggshells with new coworkers.

your friend and coworker, danbi, is currently greeting your new coworkers with alarming generosity. it's not that she isn't friendly, because she is, but she's enthusiastic in a way you did not expect.

"why are you so chipper today?" you ask, genuinely curious.

"you haven't heard? one of our new recruits is supposedly criminally sexy. i'd hate to leave a bad impression on anybody and have him not like me," she explains and it all makes sense to you now.

"so you're only acting nice to potentially get some dick?" you ask.

"pretty much, yeah." you both laugh and you shake your head.

"i just don't get you," you joke.

"of course you don't," she quips, rolling her eyes. "not everybody is head over heels in love with their super hot fiancé." you blush at this. it's been 4 years with soobin, but you're still very much in love.

"shut up," you say, face tinged red.

"wait! oh god, that must be him," danbi whispers and you shake your head while opting to steal a glance behind you to catch a look at her next victim. what you see makes your sarcastic comment catch in your throat.

you knew soulmate ties weren't easy to break, but you never imagined you'd see him here. you had gotten incredibly comfortable with the thought of never seeing him again, actually. but there he stands, as tall and good-looking as ever. his hair is shorter than it used to be, though, revealing the pretty pink seal you've tried your hardest to forget, but never fully can. there's a moment before he sees you too, and you relish in it before his eyes make his way to you. when they do, it's like you're completely frozen. you should avert your gaze, but it's almost as if you have to look at him. when he sees you, his eyes widen in surprise, not unlike the first time he saw you. however, his second response is unreadable, completely differing from the demeaning look he once gave you all those years ago.

"is that a seal behind his ear? damn it," danbi curses, whisking you away from your entrancement and back into cold, hard reality. you stare is effectively torn away from him and back to your friend.

"i guess so," you manage to squeak out.

"shit, he's coming! hold on, do i look pretty? is my makeup smudged?" she says, primping her hair and clearing her throat.

"you look fine." she doesn't seem to notice how fucking uncomfortable you are as beomgyu makes his way over to you both.

"hi," he says, baritone resonating somewhere deep in your bones.

"i'm danbi!"

"i'm beomgyu," he answers perfunctorily, eyes never leaving you. you look away before introducing yourself as if he didn't have proof of your existence on his skin. he shakes your hand. the pure electricity you feel reverberates from the tips of your fingers straight to your heart. you carefully tuck the feeling in your back pocket — you will deal with it later. danbi clears her throat and snaps both of you back to reality.

"do you two know each other?" she asks suspiciously.

"you could say that,” he chuckles. “you could even say we're —"

"we were classmates in our senior year of college!" you interject, not wanting a single soul to know about your entanglement. beomgyu doesn't shoot down your little charade though, he just softly smiles as if watching a show and you hate him for it.

"classmates... oh that makes sense. wait, didn't you meet soobin that same year?"

"soobin?" beomgyu asks.

"her fiancé!" she says. almost robotically, you raise your left hand and show him your ring. you don't know why you do this. maybe to prove that you're doing just fine without him? you don't know, really. you don't want to know.

beomgyu doesn't seem surprised in the slightest. his eyes linger on your ring for a moment too long, but that could just be in your head. what you don't know is that he knew soobin had proposed the exact moment you did. if he didn't figure it out from the peace you felt and just how in love with soobin you really are, he would've found out from your instagram, anyway. as it stands, he feels the love you have for soobin every day and it's enough to make him want to swallow himself whole.

"you're engaged now? congratulations."

"what about you, beomgyu? are you seeing anyone?" danbi asks shamelessly. you don't intend for your ears to perk up at this, but they most certainly do.

"me? no, nothing like that," he says.

"that sounds about right," you mumble bitterly.

"what was that?" danbi asks. you want to astral project and wring your own neck right about now, but instead you settle for:

"oh, it's nothing. beomgyu just isn't the settling type," you shrug, feigning innocence.

"i'd settle for the right person," he says pointedly. you almost want to laugh at that, but you won't deny that deep down, it still kind of hurts. he had effectively stomped on your heart — on your sincerity — and the flippancy with which he says he would be with the right person cuts deep. you almost wonder if he means to hurt you even more than he already has, but that would imply he cares enough to hurt you in the first place. you won't delude yourself into thinking you could hold space in his heart. not anymore, anyway.

"there's someone for everyone," you say plainly, hoping to end the conversation there.

"yeah, no kidding," she says, wiggling her fingers as her cobalt blue seal sits perfectly on the back of her hand. "know anybody with this seal?" she asks beomgyu.

"i do not," he says with a polite smile.

"oh well, having a soulmate doesn't mean you have to be with them," she hints.

"i don't know, i think having a seal is pretty definite," he shrugs, and you wonder how and why the conversation has turned so serious. you feel like he's just bullshitting her so she'll stop hitting on him, but the callousness with which he speaks about fate when he did what he did still stings. it's like a scab that won't fully heal, and he's picking away at it with each and every word. you want to knock on his head and see exactly what the fuck is going on in there, but instead, you sit in silence.

"oh no, it's time for our meeting! it was nice talking to you, beomgyu! i hope we can talk more in the future," danbi says.

"same to you," he answers noncommittally.

-

the meeting is awkward, to say the least. you can't get beomgyu's words out of your head to the point where you don't even feel his gaze searing into you. if it's not awkward enough as it is — and it is — your boss, sooyoung, has the bright idea to pair people from the opposing branches together to build company morale and break the ice.

you already know who will be your partner, because of course he will be, but that doesn't mean that you're still hoping beyond hope that you're wrong. you are not. when sooyoung calls your name and beomgyu's shortly thereafter, you want to drop to your knees and yell at the universe to stop tormenting you, but you do nothing of the sort and give a terse smile instead. beomgyu's expression is, again, unreadable. you have to wonder how much he hates the idea of being paired up with you, but you try not to dwell on it.

-

beomgyu is, of course, not disappointed. he's the farthest thing from disappointed, to be clear. his heart almost jumps out of his chest when he hears that you'll be paired together, but he keeps a lid on his emotions. he kind of knew that you'd be his partner, but he's still ecstatic. if fate wants to bind you together, he won't do a thing to stop it. not anymore. as you're walking around the building and showing beomgyu around, you try to keep conversation simple and clean, but he seems hellbent on making you uncomfortable when he asks you how you've been.

"good, i guess," you reply. he wants you to ask how he's been doing so he can tell you just how bad it's been for him. he wants to tell you how much he regrets throwing away your heart when you held it out for him all those years ago and how he didn't know that he'd end up feeling every bit of happiness you have. he's aching to tell you how much he aches, how much he yearns. the words are on the tip of his tongue, but you don't ask. you just show him where the fucking copy room is.

-

you come home from work looking more haggard than you have in a long, long time.

"hey, baby," soobin croons as you slip your shoes off and sigh.

"hi," you say. he can sense your tension immediately.

"what's wrong, my love?"

"you'll never believe who my new coworker is," you say, cutting straight to the point.

"beomgyu?"

"what the hell?" you giggle in disbelief. "how'd you know?"

"easy, there's only one person who could tire you out like this," he says with a shrug.

"not true. you tire me out like this too," you say suggestively, kissing his neck, earning a blush from the boy. "i'm sorry, i know us working together must make you uncomfortable."

"hey, what did we say about you apologizing for things that aren't your fault?"

"i know, i just hate that he's back in my life."

"i'm okay with it. it's just work, after all. as long as you don't leave me for him," he jokes, but there's a slight edge to his voice only you would notice.

"never. i love you and only you," you say, grabbing his big hand and placing it in yours.

"i believe you."

"well, that was easy," you smile. "i mean every word." you place your head on his shoulder and you want to stay like this forever. just you and him in your own little world, no one else. 

-

interactions with beomgyu stay cordial and distant, though not for lack of trying on his part. he asks what you've been up to, if you've heard of certain bands and songs, if you miss your college days at all, and by extension, if you miss him too. he already knows that you don't, if the contentment you've felt for the past 4 years is any indication of your state of mind, but that doesn't change the fact that he wants to ask.

you want to know what game he's playing at. he had told you in no uncertain terms that he did not want anything to do with you, but it feels like he's just fucking with you at this point. his kindness feels a lot deeper than mere coworker cordiality, but you can't pinpoint any one comment as inappropriate, so you can't very well blow up on him and ask what his problem is. that doesn't change the fact that you want to, though. you want to ask why he's so damn calm and why you can't get a read on his intentions. you almost wonder if he's just trying to be friends again, but that seems extremely cruel of him after what he did to you. you don't want to believe that he'd jump through the hoops he's jumping through just to rekindle a friendship that was doomed from the start, but what else could it possibly be? honestly? it doesn't even matter to you, or it shouldn't, anyway. he made his choice all those years ago, and you'll let him live with it forever.

-

beomgyu doesn’t want to live with it. he thinks he’s lived with it for long enough, actually. when you brush off his advances, parts of his heart he didn’t even know still existed die. it’s throbbing so hard at this moment, as he listens to you talk to soobin on the phone while you’re stuck in the same elevator, that it actually feels numb. he doesn’t quite catch what soobin says to you, but he does catch your laugh that he’s missed so damn much in response to it.

“mmm,” you hum. “i love you, too. i’ll see you soon, okay? mhmm, bye.” 

he wishes your dopey smile would drop after the call, but it doesn’t. he thinks you’re actually fucking humming under your breath, – that’s how happy you are. he feels familiar pains in his chest and watches your expression for a semblance of a reaction, but you remain perfectly unfazed. you barely even seem to notice that he’s in the same elevator as him, actually. he clears his throat and waits for you to glance his way, but you never do. you just keep humming a tune he wish he knew. 

-

it starts off negligibly. first, you watch soobin as he sometimes sits dazedly, even during conversation. your attempts to pull him back to you are futile, but you give it a good, honest try anyway. second, he's working overtime, needlessly so. it's like he's trying to work himself to death. when asked, he shrugs it off and says he's busy. third, and most notably, he's colder than he's ever been, resisting your advances on him. his kisses are fleeting and you feel his hesitation when you suggest doing something more, so you don't push. things stay in this odd sense of limbo for a week or so before you finally can't take it anymore.

"what's wrong, baby?" you ask one night on the loveseat you share, unable to take how indifferent he's been lately.

"nothing, babe. i'm just tired these days," smiling weakly. you can understand that, you think. seeing beomgyu every day has worn you out. you're ready to accept his explanation as his fingers lace with yours and you can feel yourself calming down before the anxiety comes back full force — he isn't gently rubbing his thumb across yours the way he usually does.

you can feel him slipping away and you don't know why, but you have a guess you don't dare to vocalize.

"do you not love me anymore?" you try.

"what? no," he dismisses.

"why are you doing this then? it feels like you're pushing me away and you won't tell me why. how can we fix it if you won't communicate with me?" and your voice is even weaker than you thought it would be.

"i'm not trying to do anything!" he snaps and you wince. he immediately looks sorrier than you've ever seen him.

"listen, i love you, i really do. i-i just... i'm not in love with you anymore." the silence is excruciating — almost as excruciating as the pain in your heart. your fingers unlace with his and you immediately regret it. your next question is quiet, so quiet it's almost inaudible, but he hears it all the same.

"you met her, didn't you? your soulmate, i mean." he takes a sharp breath and hangs his head in shame.

"i did. i'm sorry — i thought i could hold onto you, but i just can't anymore. i'm in love with everything about her. just thinking about not having her in my life makes me sick." you feel like you just got punched in the stomach.

"what about me? what about us?" you gesture to nothing in particular, but it encapsulates everything from your ring, to your apartment, to the house you're planning to build together. to the life he promised you and you to him. 

"i'm so sorry. i love you. you know i love you. i used to wish my soulmate was you, but i finally understand it can't be anybody else. when i look at you, all i can see is her." your body freezes as if you're a deer in headlights. you're so tense you feel like if you move you'll snap in two. eventually, you're able to squeeze out a simple nod.

"you know, even after everything you just said to me," you pause, "i still wish it was you. i just hoped you'd love me enough to feel the same."

"i know," he says, voice choking on tears. "i know."

his leaving comes naturally. no dramatics, no fighting. you come home from work the next day and it's like he's never even been there. the bed you shared feels empty. at night, you find yourself reaching for him and your arms fall flat against the cold sheets where he used to be.

notes pt. 2: sorry ;-; i know it's kind of sudden but i've been racking my brain trying to think of how else to put it and it's making my head hurt. if u don't like it i'm sorry 😭 editing this to say there will be another part :* maybe even 2 more parts actually

[gaoshun]

.𝟐 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

part 1

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you wouldn't say kakucho and you were friends or anything but you two surely had a good chemistry.

or maybe kakucho was just a really nice person and he was easy to get along with. he was very respectful and sensitive towards people's needs and was always willing to help when needed. you also observed he wasn't judgemental at all and even though he isn't the most adventurous guy out there, ready to try every new thing; he never judged or made fun of anybody who did enjoy conventionally not so popular things. while this might be your basic human decency criteria, it was hard to find basic human decency in the circle you worked in, that being gangs and young men.

they could be ugly, disgusting, vulgar, vile and absolutely pathetic. an average girl wouldn't feel safe around them at all and even you, a seasoned gang member, often felt grossed out when you heard the way they talk about certain people and certain things.

kakucho was a fresh breeze of air if you excluded your friends from toman. you were honestly quite surprised with kakucho's opinions and thoughts on certain things, definitely matching yours and you felt lighter knowing he wasn't a douchebag.

slowly but surely, you found yourself spending a lot of your free time hanging out with the odd eyed man. you actually enjoyed his company even when you two didn't do much - which was most of the time.

while you were happy, smiling about having found another friend; kakucho paced around his room panicking.

"now this was a first." his inner self teased him.

"how did i even end up here?" he questioned, exasperated.

"oh you were doomed from the very beginning. had already lost the game, mate. you were done for." it replied, cockily.

"how? when? i don't- i don't understand any of this."

"oh baby boy it began from the eyes. yeah those gorgeous eyes. and look at where you are now."

"i am not ready for this. i am not ready for any of this. i haven't ever-"

"felt like this before? done this before? have no clue how to proceed? well acknowledgement and acceptance are the first steps-"

kakucho groaned. hands flying up and messing his voluminous, shining aegean blue hair that sat on his head with a middle partition. you had pointed out to him that the colour looked really good on him and that you were in love with his hairstyle. and well he didn't dare touch them after that. just styled it to how you liked them.

hands sliding down from his fluffy hair to his bicoloured eyes. he definitely had his insecurities with his looks. someone else's fault had given him a permanent scar and a visually impaired eye. but he was over the moon when even after so many days of hanging out together, you never once brought it up or left a rude remark about it. he hated having attention on his scars and didn't particularly like talking about it.

though he often found you staring into his dark maroon and white eyes subconsciously and he won't lie it did leave him a flustered, hot mess. he blamed it on the close proximity and having trouble breathing because of it. not because maybe having you this close to him knocks the air out of his lungs and leaves him breathless.

his finger tips dug into his cheeks as he painfully dragged them down to his lips. ah yes that brought back some memories.

"don't bring it up." he growled to his inner self but of course, seeing kakucho embarrassed was his mind's favourite thing. so of course it brought back what happened that day.

·𖥸·

toman had decided they would have a battle against the gang that dared to attack you with so much man force as soon as the news reached their ears. there was an uproar among toman members, absolutely enraged about the unfairness and how it was all planned beforehand.

but just before this serious meeting that left the members' blood boiling and full of adrenaline rush; mikey had oh so proudly praised you for your victory and utmost bravery. the members agreed with their leader when he talked about how you stood your ground and showed those men what the spirit of toman is.

followed by draken and mitsuya lecturing you later on about how to be more careful and that you need to learn when to back down and how scared they were about your safety. mikey nodded along lazily.

the next day izana approached mikey regarding them joining in with toman and fighting together against that gang because tenjiku has bad blood with them too.

and now you sat on one of the chairs in some abandoned shop near the now empty battle site. the fight had ended with toman and tenjiku conquering while the opposing gang lost miserably.

years of fighting had taught you to always carry a first aid kit on your bike. it certainly did come to use now.

mikey hadn't allowed you to fight this once. according to him you had done enough. they would fight for you now. so you sat this one out.

but not in peace or silence. even though you were alone. if there was a fight, you just had to be there. it was an itch, an urge from deep inside you. what do you mean you had to sit in a corner while everyone got in on the action? and what the fuck do you mean you get to be safe and secure while your family fought for you? but orders were orders, especially when given by mikey. if it was takemichi you might have overruled it and then apologized later.

you sighed. playing with your old walkman. iPod was out of your budget. and this was the only thing that ensured unlimited music without burning a hole in your pocket. toxic by britney spears blasted in your ears.

“hey,” song paused, you turned around.

“already back? got tired? need backup? can i please just fight?” you groaned.

kakucho let out a soft laugh, smiling. “for you it's not even about revenge, is it? you just don't like sitting on the bench, right?”

you nodded, getting up. “it's just so-” you yawned, stretching your body on your tip toes and hands up in the air. “so boring here.”

“i am not some dainty fragile person. i can fight for myself.” you complained but kakucho had you tuned out the instant you decided to attack his heart.

soft, squishy, supple skin on display only for his eyes. your top had rode up while you stretched and gave him a good view of what was underneath. it wasn't really that much, people wore shorter clothes than you were wearing. but kakucho didn't care. all he needed to see was your waist and he was red in the face.

your waist was so… grabable? to him. he wants to run his hand down your sides, wrap his arm around the curve and pull you into him. flushed against him, his hold tight enough to not let you go.

“you good?” you asked relaxing your body from the stretch.

kakucho stammered, fumbled and then sighed.

for god's sake get a grip man.

“i'm fine. sorry about that. just… zoned out.”

kakucho looked tired. his body slumped, almost limp. he didn't show it though. he never showed it. too proud to admit. his shoulders sagged, his eyes looked droopy. he didn't have much scars on him, well as much as you could see from the tenjiku uniform.

“we won.” he smiled, tired. “you don't have to worry about anything anymore. the gang wouldn't be on our turf, actually i don't think they have a gang anymore.”

you smiled back, lazy. “kakucho?”

“yeah?” he looked up.

“thank you.”

oh have mercy on his poor heart.

“whatever for?” he questioned.

“i know it was you who told izana about that day. i know it's because of you toman and tenjiku fought together. if you hadn't, mikey and izana would still be in fight today. you did so much, do you even know?” you walked forward, the distance between the two of you was too much.

“and thank you, for fighting for me. thank you for helping me. thank you for saving me.”

that's it. he was gonna explode. his face matched his uniform, red. he looked cute though; eyes wide and mouth in an ‘O’.

“sorry, did i do too much?” you asked. thinking you invaded his space and were too emotionally mature while interacting with a delinquent, you backed off.

kakucho extended his hand and caught yours, affectively stopping you from moving away. then immediately took it back, as if the touch burnt his hand.

“no- you- it's okay. don't worry- nothing is the issue.” he smiled through the cringe at his words.

you nodded and smiled. you two stood in silence. but it wasn't uncomfortable. his company, you liked it.

“wanna sit with me?” you asked, he nodded.

another bout of silence. peaceful. it was nice. you could do this with him for hours. you didn't want to break the silence but it was important.

“have you been hurt anywhere?” you asked. “i have a first aid kit.”

“oh don't worry about it.” he waves it off with a chuckle. “nothing i can't handle.”

“you sure? i don't mind, really.” you lean forward to be able to look at him.

kakucho looks at you. and then breaks into a smile. “thank you.” you smiled back.

you went back to where you had kept your bag on the dirty floor. according to you if it's black no dirt would be visible and thus you threw it around like a rag everywhere. it had started to show up with the way it was getting worn down. a few chips here, a few loose threads there. you didn't really care though.

“aaalright,” you sang, sitting back down on the dirty floor. “let me know if i miss any spot, yeah?”

you begin without waiting for a reply. a cut on the forehead, a bruise on the jaw which would definitely turn into a swelling later on, another cut on the back of his hand a few busted knuckles.

“oh i missed one,” your lips part, eyes landing on kakucho's mouth. soft, plushy, pink lips.

with a cut.

you lean forward, closer. finger slowly raises and settles right below the cut. you examine it with sight and touch first.

though somewhere during that your thumb comes up out of nowhere and brushes the pad of it against the lip, feeling it under its soft, receptive touch.

your eyes don't leave his lips, mesmerized. why you don't know. but you are. you breathe slowly onto his lips.

and the back of, worried you might infect his lip with your breath. “sorry.” you speak sheepishly.

kakucho is a dead man. poor guy is a goner.

why would you subject him to this? so close yet so far away. untouchable, unreachable. he must stay focused, must practice his will power.

why are you so cute?

kakucho so badly wants you to kiss him. contamination be damned. he doesn't even think about it. he just wants your lips on his. he bets they are so warm and soft and delicious and oh lord he is doing everything in his power to not pull you in.

but the thoughts shock him. what is he thinking about? things aren't that simple anyway.

“(name)...” he breathes shakily, furrowed eyebrows, he grits his teeth, then sighs defeatedly.

“nevermind.” he backs away too, now realising he had leaned in towards you to sometime during this whole scene.

you finish up with cleaning his injury and finish it off with an ointment on the cut. the rest of it all goes by uneventfully. later, you both settle in silence.

“thank you, (name).” kakucho is the one to break the silence. his voice was always so soft. it was so comforting to your ears. he sounded so calm from inside, it reflected in his voice. you liked it.

“no need.” you replied, your own voice was so much quieter. reflecting the quiet and peace around you.

the two of you sat like this for another few hours. at least until the sun didn't set down. kakucho had calmed down by then too and allowed himself to appreciate and enjoy your company, in solitude. even if he couldn't kiss you… just yet.

[purplesurveys]

1832

What do you want more than anything else? A weekend. I haven't had one in over a month...and I probably won't have another one until May.

Do you have to cross any bridges on your way home? Yes, just one but it's also really short and takes like 10 seconds to drive through if there's no traffic lol. 10-15 minutes if there is traffic.

What type of phone do you have? I have an iPhone 13 Pro.

Have you ever tried coconut water? No. Beyond coconut milk in curries, I hate coconut in any other capacity. I just find it kinda nasty.

Are you able to keep a lid on your temper? I definitely try my best. Having such a crucial leadership role at work helps with the temper management because I know I can't bitch whenever I want anymore, in the same way I used to be able to. I lead the entire department now, and any move I make will almost always be watched by my team. Can't go about being a bad, grouchy influence at this point.

What colour are the blankets on your bed? It's blue.

What was the last thing you said aloud? "Ugh," when I realized I needed to pick up something the moment I landed on my bed.

Is there anybody who makes you feel empowered? Not really. I can do that for myself.

Does your house have a basement? Nope.

How many online accounts do you have? Or have you lost count? I don't keep track.

Which Asian country would you like to visit the most? I'd honestly just go back to Thailand.

Are you the type to hold grudges? Yes.

What was the last video game you played? Mario Kart 8.

What’s your favourite flavour of vitamin water? I've never tried vitamin water.

Are there any bands/artists that get you all emotional? Certain songs of theirs, sure; but not the actual artists.

What do you think about double stuff oreos? I've never tried but tbh I'm just fine with the normal ones.

Are you happy in your own skin? Sure, I can say that.

Have you ever been to a convention? (comic, Youtube, etc.) Just once, for YouTubers.

Do you have any disgusting habits? I'm sure most people have at least one.

Can you get your favourite fruit all year around, or is it seasonal? I don't have a favorite fruit.

What brand are most of the electronics in your household? I want to say Apple? When both my parents switched to iPhones and my sister got a work Mac from her current company I think it tipped the scales once and for all for Apple hahaha.

Is any part of your body hurting right now? My back, because when is it not in pain hahaha.

What’s your favourite aunt or uncle’s first name? Anna.

Do you prefer your tea with or without milk? I don't drink tea.

What sound makes you cringe? When utensils scrape against a plate in an angle that'll make it have this nasty screech sound.

Have you ever smoked a cigarette? I have.

If so, do you still smoke? Nah.

What do you think about androgynous names? I really like them for girls.

Do you see yourself getting married one day? Not in the cards.

Do you get sick often? I don't. The one exception was the time last year when I got sick two months in a row...first time it ever happened and I was genuinely shocked because I came from never ever getting sick to getting shot down by a fever two months straight.

Who was the last person you invited into your home? Angela, Hans, Reena for my birthday last year.

Are you of legal drinking age in the country you live in? For the last 8 years.

How old were your parents when they got engaged? Not sure exactly which year they got engaged, but I would guess it was when they were 24-25.

Are your parents still together? Yup.

What flavour was the last ice cream you ate? Vanilla.

Are you health conscious? No.

Have you ever done a first aid course? I haven't.

If so, would you be prepared to perform CPR if necessary? I honestly wouldn't be; I need a CPR refresher.

Are you for or against gay marriage? I'm going with the correct answer, which is being for.

Do you have any friends who bat for the other team? They would not be my friends in the first place.

Have you ever written a letter to a politician? Nope.

Are there any songs that get stuck in your head very easily? Chasing That Feeling by TXT is insanely good.

[jungshookz]

teeny tidbits: emma comes home past curfew & y/n's not happy about it

➺ genre; kindergartenteacher!taehyungiverse!! honk honk humour!! sixteen year old emma reminds y/n of herself and she doesn't know if that's a bad thing or a good thing

➺ wordcount; 1.5k

➺ p.s. this takes place far faR off into the future!! i just thought it'd be nice to see emma as a spunky teenager :'))

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

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the sound of the front door rattling at four in the morning would usually be something that would terrify pretty much anybody, but for you-

"oh, come on!"

it's really just another day in the life.

"em's home," taehyung reaches over slowly to pat your stomach and wake you up (as if you haven't been up waiting for the past four hours), his voice laced with sleep as he rolls to the side, "i'll go open the-"

"nope." you reach over to turn the lamp on before flicking the covers off and stepping out of bed, adjusting the strap of your tank top before pointing a finger at taehyung, "you're not opening anything."

"okay, well-" taehyung pauses before propping himself up a little to frown at you, "wait, what?"

"you know, i cannot believe her-" you snap, pulling your hair up into a bun as you hurry over to the window, "it's like she likes to be grounded! i told her she could go out with her friends as long as she came back before curfew, but no-"

"well, it's not that late, is it?" taehyung tosses the pillow he's hugging to his chest aside before turning to look at the clock sitting on his bedside table, "it's only- oh. it's 4:18."

you unlock the latch on the window before digging your fingers underneath it and pulling it up with a snap, watching as emma rushes out from the front porch at the sudden noise

"why, good morning, miss kim!" you call out, leaning down against the edge of the open window with a bright smile, "now i can rest well knowing you weren't murdered tonight."

"the door's broken or something!" emma strategically ignores your snarky comment, placing a hand on her hip before sticking her hand up in the air to flash you her keys with a jingle, "my keys aren't working!"

"oh, your keys are fine, sweetheart." you let out a sigh before scrunching your nose, "i triple-locked the doors. better to be safe than to be sorry, right?"

"okay, well-" emma pauses, scratching the back of her neck before gesturing towards the door, "are you gonna open the door for me or what? i really have to pee-"

"you could always take a squat and pee in the bushes." you point out, emma's jaw dropping slightly before she lets out a scoff

"are you serious? i'm not taking a piss in the bushes-"

"well, i guess you should've thought of that before coming home four hours past curfew!" your tone changes as soon as you get to the point and even from here you're able to make out the slight twitch of panic that runs through emma's body

"don't be ridiculous, i'm not four hours past curfew-" emma grumbles, turning to pull her phone out of her purse and glancing at it before pausing for a second and then looking back up at you, "i'm... four hours and twenty minutes past curfew. so take that!"

"you know, i was just being nice and i rounded down, but if you wanna say you were four hours and twenty minutes late, we can definitely say you were four hours and twenty minutes late-"

"mom!" emma whines, stomping her foot down on the ground as she shoves her phone back into her (your!!) purse hastily, "you can't just- are you seriously not going to let me into the house?! you're gonna make me sleep out on the front porch?! i can't- what if the coyotes get me?! if the coyotes get me, you're gonna regret this decision so bad-"

"the only thing that's going to attack you in this neighbourhood are the little girl scouts who won't leave you alone until you buy, like, ten boxes of cookies from them-"

"i'm sixteen, mother!" emma cuts you off with another whine and you can't help but roll your eyes at the sight of your daughter throwing a tantrum on the front lawn, "i'm grown! i should be allowed to go out with my friends and come home whenever i want!"

you thought you were 'grown' at sixteen too

(spoiler alert: that was not the case at all.)

obviously you love your daughter more than anything in the world but you hate that she inherited one of the traits that you're not fond too of: your stubbornness

and look, of course you know that she's getting older and that she should be allowed to go and have (safe) fun with her friends but this isn't the first time she's broken the rules and knowing her, it certainly won't be the last time

and it doesn't help that taehyung always gets to play good cop and you have to be the bad one!!!

like last time when the two of you caught emma climbing into the house through one of the windows and she ended up getting stuck - instead of reprimanding her for coming home late again, taehyung just laughed and immediately went over to help her out

sure, the sight of your daughter flailing around trapped in a small window was hilarious, but someone had to be the serious one in the situation (1) she lied to you about just having a chill night with her friends because you're pretty sure a chill night doesn't involve body glitter and the faint smell of vodka on her breath! 2) she climbed up the side of the house like a maniac and could've gotten seriously injured????) and of course the responsibility to do that fell onto your lap

taehyung's also just not very good at disciplining which is why you usually gently push him aside and take the lead and it looks like it's time for you to turn on your i'm not mad, i'm just very disappointed in you act once again

"you're going to wake your brother up if you keep screaming like that, and you know how fussy he gets when he doesn't get a good night's sleep-"

"he's the world's sleepiest baby, i could blow up fireworks in his room and he'd be fine- dad!" emma's eyes immediately light up when a sleepy taehyung suddenly pops up next to you and you raise a brow when he nudges you aside gently, "oh my god, thank god- mom's literally being insane right now, you have to let me in-"

"what time did you say you'd be home?" taehyung interrupts, "because i think we agreed on midnight when i dropped you off at hope's apartment..."

"i-" emma presses her lips together before letting out a little scoff and rolling her eyes, "okay, yes, we- i said i would be home by midnight, yes." she sighs before suddenly perking up again, "it's not my fault, though! no one goes home before midnight, it's so lame- hope's dad lets her stay out as long as she texts-"

"ah, texts! let's talk about that! didn't you say you'd text us to let us know where you were if you weren't home by midnight?" taehyung points out, crossing his arms over his chest before reaching up to stroke at his chin to feign deep thought, "because my phone hasn't gone off all night... has yours, darling?" he hums, turning to glance at you

"nope!" you chime in with a helpless little shrug and you nearly crack a smile when you see emma reach up to pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration, "my phone has been dead silent. no texts. not even an emoji!"

"you hear that, emma? not even an emoji." taehyung tsks, shaking his head in disappointment, "you know what this means, don't you?"

"i'm grounded for two weeks, i know-"

"two weeks?? oh, you're grounded for a month." taehyung pauses for a second before looking down at her again, "and! and you have to change all of your brother's diapers the whole time you're grounded. also, i just want to let you know that he had sweet potatoes for dinner and you know how gassy he gets after a helping of sweet potatoes-"

"a month?!" emma roars and your eye twitches at how high her voice goes, "you can't ground me for a month, lucas is throwing this huge party next weekend and i have to be there! are you kidding m-"

taehyung slides the window back down before emma gets to say anything else and he turns to face you with a grin before opening his arms slightly, "well?? what did you think??"

"i think... that was probably one of the sexiest things you've ever done for me." you laugh lightly, happily giving him a quick kiss when he leans in for one

"duly noted." taehyung beams before letting out a quick sigh and then turning on his heels to head to the door, "okay, i'm going to go let our daughter into the house now because i don't think my hydrangeas are going to survive being peed on-"

🎙️give emma some diaper changing tips (talk to my characters/send in a message!)

✨why don’t you explore the rest of the library while you’re here? (full fics!)

💫or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles! mini series!)

🌟or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits like this one!)

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No Strings

Chapter 6

Slowly you followed the Captain back to his room, your body humming with excitement as he opened the door. A soft smile graced his face as you slowly walked in. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, hearing the door close and lock behind him. Steve's hand brushed across your hip and his chest press against your back. Slowly he slid his hands up your sides, his fingers tip edgeing their way under the band of your sports bra.

"You feel tense." He whispered, dipping his head to place a feather light kiss on your shoulder. "We don't have to."

You spun around to face him, your lips finding his. Steve's grip on your ribs tighten as he pulled you flush against him, turning to press you into the door. His lips still moving against yours as he slipped both his hands under yours sports bra and pushed it upward. He broke the kiss and pulled it the rest of the way off before tossing it over his shoulder and his lips met yours again. You grasped at his shirt, wanting to feeling the heat of his bare skin against you.

Steve willingly reached back, grasping the fabric and tugged it over his head before dropping it to the floor. His eyes traveling over your naked torso, the corner of his mouth pulled up in a lopsided smile as his eyes reconnected with yours. He grasped your waist and turned you away from the door so your back was to the bed. His eyes locked onto yours as he pushed gently, his grip still on you so you walked back towards to the mattress.

Steve pushed you lightly once, you felt the back of your knees touch his bed and you sat down. Slowly crawling your way back towards the head board as he began to crawl his way up. His bright blues darkening the closer he got, he softly brought his hand to your hip as his lips found yours again. He nestled his lower body between your legs, his tongue darting into your mouth as you moaned softly to the roll of his hips.

He pressed down on your hip as he continued to roll his hips into you, and you could feel his hardness through your leggings. All you could think about was both of you were wearing far to much clothing. Slowly Steve's lips left yours trailing down the side of your neck, leaving little nips in his wake.

A sharp knock at his door startled the both of you and you groaned softly as Steve looked over his shoulder toward the door. There was a brief pause before who ever it was knocked again.

"Hey Steve, have you seen y/n?" Sam called out from the other side. "Tony is talking about having her help him with some coding or programming or some shit and the last anybody knew she was in training with you."

Steve sighed heavily and hung his head, his disheveled hair falling slightly forward as he did.

"Want me to tell him to fuck off?" You whispered trying to repress the urge to giggle. Slowly he lifted his head, brow raised and that boyish grin on his face. He rolled off to the side, and stared at the door for a bit. "I could."

"No, that won't stop him." Steve whispered back, before clearing his throat and speaking up. "Haven't seen her, she talked about going out for a run."

"If you see her tell her Tony's looking for her." Sam replied, before you heard the man on the other side of the door walk away.

Steve was propped up on his elbow, hand still resting on your hip as he looked you over. He leaned back in toward you, his lips softly touching yours again. He slid his hand up your hip, his finger tips brushing the under side of your breast before slowly cupping you. Steve fingers found your nipple and have a soft flick, causing you to gasp against his lips, his tongue darting into your open mouth. He pinched the erect bud lightly and giving it a soft tug, sending a wave of heat straight to your lower body.

He shifted so his muscular body was laying partially against your side and he grounded his hips into you. You could feel how hard he was against your thigh, a delightful shiver coursed it's way down your spine. Steve slowly trailed his finger tips lower to the waistband of your leggings, his fingers teasing lightly, slipping just barely under.

     "Rogers, I didn't peg you as a tease." You breathed as his lips parted from yours, slowly trailing down your neck again. He was taking his time, nipping and kissing making his way lower. You threaded your fingers through his hair, eyes closed as he kissed the swell of your breast.

    He slid his fingers farther into your leggings, sliding them over your damp panties. Steve flicked his tongue over your nipple and you moaned softly, arching your back at the contact. He rubbed his fingers over your covered folds, applying just the right amount of pressure.

   "Mmm, feel you wet." He murmured against your breast before enveloping your nipple in his warm mouth. You whimpered as he trailed his finger to the side of your panties pulling it to the side and swiping his finger over your bare core. Steve found your clit, and gently started to rub circles.

    "Captain Rogers, Tony is looking for Ms. y/l/n, he said the last point she was seen was walking into your room." FRIDAY announced on the overheard com. "He would very much like to speak with her."

   "Haven't seen her." Steve replied huskily, as his mouth moved away from your breast slowly trailing kiss down your stomach as he shifted himself lower on the bed.

   "Cameras shows she entered your room and hasn't emerged." FRIDAY replied, just as Steve was hooking his free hand into the waist band of your leggings.

   "She's not here." He almost growled back, slowly pulling the material down.

    "Sir, I must insist, Tony said it was of absolute importance that she come to his lab." The AI stated rather tersely.

    You groaned in reply and propped yourself up, Steve looked up at you, aggravation written all over his face.

    "Oh, this damn well better be important otherwise I'm going to throttle him." You stated as Steve rolled to the side so you could get up.

    You moved off the bed and fixed your leggings before looking around for your sports bra. You snagged it from under the desk that was in the corner and pulled on over your head. Making sure it was in place, you looked to Steve who had also gotten out of the bed and was waiting for you by the door.

    He gave you a gentle kiss as he reached for the door handle.

   "Don't go anywhere, I plan on is finishing this." You smirked as he opened the door for you.

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