#(+ barely wisping in from off screen. feel free to not imagine that also)

[piningpercussionist]

*Another letter...* it's, well, me again. 'Crush Guy' and... thanks for accepting my apology, honestly, the fact that you *don't,* like, hate my guts or something is a miracle. seriously. truth be told, I was kind of scared when I first started sending these letters... I mean... up until i sent that first letter. I had never, well... confessed, to, uh. anyone, before. it took me a lot of courage. to uhh... get all of that written and the stuff made, and... at times i wondered if i was going overboard. i almost chickened out... but my appreciation for you kept me going even though i dreaded the thought of you... i dunno, blowing up at me or hating me or not liking me in that way ( the last of which ended up happening and is totally fine! i respect that!! even if i am, in fact, bummed and more than a bit lovesick about it.) but... at least 2/3 of those things didn't go terribly wrong! so, that's good. and... I think writing these letters has... sort of made me a little bit less timid than i used to be, and a little more confident than i was before. so, thanks for that, i suppose. and... another thing. i'd like you to know that thinking of you brings me joy and that i make a lot of choices in my personal life based on what *you* would think is morally the correct idea. quite frankly, i'm just glad that you exist at all. P. S. if i ever go overboard in these letters. let me know. I'm not particularly adept at determining what to and not to say, at times. people call me eccentric. Sincerely, Crush Guy

Heh, yeah. Couldn't come up with anything better, glad you don't seem to mind it. And maybe I was just struck with some sudden, inexplicable generosity?

Being serious though, yeah, I can see how something like this could be difficult. I sure as hell couldn't do it; I seem to be the "dig your graves in person" type... it all worked out, though.

Say, did you level up from it at all? Even if I don't feel the same, this seems like the kind of thing that would do that for you- or at least give some experience.

Anyway, I'm flattered to have brought you so much joy, even if I am just sitting here being a bitch about seventy percent of the time- and I'm being generous with myself, there. Insanely flattered, really. I'm honestly not sure how to feel about the last bit there, though? Like, doing what I think would be moral... I mean, I think more people should hold my standards, generally, but what about your standards, for these things? Is the gap there negligible, or does that... strain you, at all?

I guess what I'm saying is that you should probably be... ugh I just realized how stupid I'm about to sound, hang on. Give me a moment.

*Kim pinches the bridge of her nose with a tight frown, eyes narrowed. She takes a breath, then releases it and drops her hand, still frowning but more slightly.*

Be true to yourself, or something. Unless being true to yourself means being a shitty evil person, I guess. Bleh. Gross. Now pretend I never said that beyond internalizing it now.

But, really. I'm... I think I'm actually kind of touched by that. Thank you. Glad someone out there in this shitshow of a world thinks my standards are worth following. Maybe there are decent people.

And yeah, I'll let you know if you're pushing your luck. Reenter my threats from before, etcetera, etcetera.

*Kim waves her hand at the camera dismissively, turning her head to look away- there's still a slight smile that can be caught, though, as she does.*

I'm not always going to know how to reply to these, guy, but if you keep sending, I'll keep reading. That's a promise now, I suppose.

Until your next one, stay well.

[mystic-oneshots]

Video Games ( Jumin x MC) (Juminweek - Day 3)

I know at the time of this post Jumin week is officially over but I haven’t been able to post in time as I haven’t been very well. I also had ides for what to write and changed them half way through! However, Here’s day 3! I got heavily inspired by Animal Crossing as that's what I've been playing when I’m not playing Jumin’s route on repeat! I can imagine Something like this happening so I had to write it. I hope you enjoy!

(Video games vs soap operas)

My head rests against the soft feather pillow as I adjust the linen bed sheets around my body. I snuggle in wiggling my toes and ankles around the covers to get warm. It doesn't take long to get comfortable.

A warm glow faintly lights the room from the lamps positioned on either side of the bed. The door to the on-suite bathroom is left open ajar, letting the light from that room sneak out into the dimly lit bedroom where I lay. My husband's phone occasionally brightens up as either a message or an email gives him an alert, although he isn't able to see them right now. The last spot of light comes from what is sat in my hands.

Each night since receiving the gift from my husband, I have been spending some time playing on my 'Nintendo Switch'. Specifically to play 'Animal Crossing: New Horizons'. I am often off before my husband comes and joins me in bed, so we can spend some time in each others arms before drifting off to sleep. Tonight however, I have been informed that I would be having a meteor shower in the game, and I don't want to miss it!

Jumin emerges from the bathroom. He tugs gently at the collar of his pyjamas as he walks towards his side of the bed. His eyes don't leave me despite mine being glued to the small screen of the console. The sheets are lifted and his body soon comes to join me under the duvet. His eyes still don't leave my presence.

"Can I ask a question?" Jumin says, bringing his body in closer to mine and placing his arm underneath my head. The heat of his body gives me a sense of stimulation, however, it's not quite enough to bring me out of my trace the game has caught me in.

"Uh-huh" I respond, not taking my eyes off the screen as I move my thumbs around the control buttons. I can feel him frowning in response to me not looking at him.

"Can you explain what makes this game so special to you?" He curiously asks. His eyes drift away from me and onto my screen as I move my character round the environment. Seeing him take an interest in something that is way beyond his expertise is an entertaining yet welcome thought. It was at this point I divert my attention to him instead. I crack a smile at him and I place the console down on my lap. I wonder why he'd ask that?

"Are you interested in it?" I tease. Jumin's eyes lift to meet mine. His ash black locks fall effortlessly in front of his eyes. His expression is warm and gentle but I can see curiosity sparking in his smile with a faint smirk.

"One could say so. I just want to know why you're so invested in it! It seems like it's all you're doing in you're spare time now." His free hand tucks a loose wisp of hair behind my ear and his thumb delicately rubs across my cheek. Through his touch he I could feel that he's somewhat disappointed. It breaks me a little. I didn't realise I was that invested and it was secretly affecting him.

"Have I been spending too much time on it? I'm sorry! Ugh, why didn't I realise that-"

"Don't be ridiculous, princess!" He laughs. "I must admit, I wish to have some more attention, but then again, I can see how happy it makes you so that is enough to satisfy me. I want you to show me what you're playing so I can understand why you love it so much!"

Hearing him say that makes my heart flutter. He's genuinely curious. That's adorable!

My head turns to fully face him. A joyful sigh escapes my lips before I pull my body in closer to his. I rest my head on his shoulder and his head falls to lay on top on mine. His free arm wraps around my waist as I bring the Switch up to my face again. I tilt the console enough so Jumin has a clear view of the screen in between my hands. It's so nice to be able to share this with him!

"Will I need to explain everything to you?" I question him.

"No, I've seen advertisements for this game before so I get the base idea of the concept. If I have any questions I'll ask." he responds. I hum back in content.

I show my husband my island that I have spent hours on to make perfect. The first place I decide to take him to is the airport to show of the creativity of my island entrance. Cliffs littered with flowers, small knickknacks, and the odd waterfall stand before my character.

He remains quiet as I tour him around the cliffs and pathways, pointing out my villagers homes and the areas I've decorated to resemble different community places. I know his silence is a good thing. He's not bored nor not paying attention. When he's like this, I can tell he's invested. It was something I had to learn to get used to, however, that's how he's always been apparently.

"Was that a cat?" He quickly exclaims. He sounds excited! I let out a light-hearted laugh as I make my character retrace her steps. Indeed it was a cat. Someone who I spent a lot of time and dedication to find. A cat named Raymond.

"It took me weeks to finally find him! He's one of, if not, the most popular villagers in the game but that's not why I wanted him..." I tell Jumin. My voice trails off and I feel his grip around me tighten.

"Why did you want him?" He softly asks. My cheeks flush red. I'm thankful that he can't see my face properly right now for I'd be rather embarrassed if he did. I hesitate to answer at first, trying to laugh it off and hoping he wouldn't notice my awkwardness.

Truth is, I wanted him because he reminded me so much of Jumin. For a start, he's a cat! He wears a little suit and talks in a sophisticated way which is very typical of Jumin too. I doesn't help that his house is designed to look like an office either! It was like Jumin was in mind when they made him!

"It's a silly reason really..." I mumble under my laughter. It's not really silly but it's just a bit cringe worthy.

"It's because he reminds you of me isn't it?" He speculated. My cheeks only flush more. How on earth is he so good at figuring me out? It's like he can read my mind!

I move my head from his shoulder and turn my body to face him. His eyes are drawn to the peachy hue of my cheeks which trigger a chain reaction in his own. Seeing him become flustered makes me feel less embarrassed. It also makes my reasoning feel less child-like and more meaningful.

"I think that might be enough for tonight." Jumin's arm reaches for the console in my hands and carefully plucks it from my hands. He places it on the bedside table before bringing his hand back around my body. He pulls me in closer for a tender cuddle, holding my head against the warmth of his chest.

"What do you think of my island?" I gingerly ask. His fingers run through my scalp relaxing me as my eyes start to slowly become heavy.

"It's very creative, darling. You certainly have an eye for detail, although I already knew that and wouldn't expect anything less from you." A tone of flattery runs through his voice. "Seeing what you've done has now made me consider about getting one myself! I'm sure there's a way we can connect on it to play together right?"

"What really?" I jolt my head up to look at his face. A huge smile bares his lips as he nods and hums in reassurance. I giggle as I settle down again against his chest.

This happy feeling is exactly what we need to sleep well tonight.

[vminity21]

I just would like to say I ABSOLUTELY love your blog! You are a talented writer! Can I request a drabble with Jimin? Like the reader and him meet on a rooftop and hangout all night and end up falling for each other. Like super flirty and fluffy lol Anyways I love you!! I hope you have a great night ❤❤

i live for Jimin Fluffs so lemme relive posting this imagine <3 And thank you so much still to this day for this message <3 you really made my whole life thank you

ROOFTOP WISHES <3

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Fluff

Exhaustion exhibits from every ounce of your frame, sluggishly you walk into your apartment, freeing yourself from your tear-stained scrubs and shuffling into a pair of yoga pants and a loose sweatshirt trying to smile through the long workday regardless of the scenarios you witness daily as an ICU nurse. Running a hand through your hair, you decide last minute to run to your favorite spot, find some serenity for the evening, and with a turn of a heel, you grab your keys, the jingle of them echoing in the breeze until you make it safely in the driver's seat.

The rooftop. One nestled above a bustling restaurant with dimly lit décor, stringed lights shine along the railings revealing woven, cushioned chairs circling around a wooden table; red cloth adorns certain areas to bring a romantic feel to the atmosphere reflecting the glimmering stars blanketing the city in the dead of night. The cool breeze wisps along your figure as you make your way to the elevator, singing along with whatever song is playing, swaying your hands with the beat until you make it to the top floor.

Stepping onto the pavement, you remember a painting that you created for inspiration of this place. Just the soothing feel of the atmosphere envelops you in a blanket of peace, you settle into one of the seats, your eyes never leaving the view of the sky above. Constellations stare down at you, your fingers moving to fiddle with the locket resting around your neck, soon turning to silence your ringer on your cellphone, also admiring the lock screen of your gray cat, Ninja, before placing your phone face down on the table in front of you.

Tonight is a night where you refuse to let the stress of work overcome you. Instead, you promise yourself to think about the anime convention visiting your city soon; one you and your friends, Taehyung and Jungkook plan to tackle by storm, dressing from head to toe like your favorite characters, your goal is to win the best costume for whatever money prize is offered. Laughing at yourself, you're so intrigued by the scenery around you that you hardly hear the footsteps trailing behind you.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't evil Eevee," a familiar voice bellows.

"Park Jimin!" You gasp, a hand flying to your chest, "You scared me!"

"First of all, it's Pikachu," he lifts his index finger, plopping into the chair beside you, setting his leg over his knee, "Second of all, that was the point," he leans into the chair as you shake your head at him.

"I'll get you back one of these days, you just wait," you threaten, returning to face ahead, his feathery chuckle reverberating every space of the roof bringing a pitter patter to your thudding heart. "Besides, if Eevee's evil, then what does that make you, Pikachu," you tease, "A prick?"

An 'oh' forms on his thick lips, his black hair fluffing on his forehead as his eyes widen in a playful stance. "Okay," he slumps, "that was a good one. I take it back."

"Mhmm," you smile triumphantly, your bubbly countenance winning over his heart as it always does though he has yet to voice it. "Where's Tae and Kook?" You question, "I thought you all were going to play Pokemon Go tonight," you shift just enough to be able to see his face; your eyes trailing the handsome curve of his jaw, the way he chews at the corner of his bottom lip, his shimmering, brown eyes remaining on the sky above. Jimin shrugs, lifting his sleeves further up his arms, the fabric loose on his build.

"Didn't feel up to it tonight," he admits though inwardly the real reason is he wanted to see you; him knowing the rooftop is your main spot on nice evenings like this.

Peering at him, your smile remains, "You mean Taehyung beat you again," a snicker uttering when Jimin abruptly turns to meet your eyes.

"I'll have you know that I've had the top score for three weeks now-,"

"He found Mew, didn't he,"

"Damnit, [Y/N], listen I was in the shower," the two of you cackle, Jimin's eyes disappearing from when he leans forward, trying to catch his breath from his shaking shoulders, multiple squeaks uttering from his laughter. "I was positive Jungkook would catch Mew to be honest. That kid stayed up 24 whole hours," you incredulously shake your head in amusement, chuckles still escaping momentarily, and when you lean to nudge Jimin's wrist with yours, you notice how close he is from what you realized.

"Did he cry?" You joke erupting, even more, chortles from Jimin.

"Posted it on Snapchat," Jimin waves his phone in the air, the laughter hardly dimming, and without registering, Jimin's arm is brushing yours, the two of you leaning on the sides of the chairs that touch; Jimin's hand is so close that the desire to feel his fingers interlace with yours has never been so strong. Little do you know he's staring at you, wishing he could read your mind; wishing he could find the bravery to verbally express how he feels about you; how your smile lights up his entire world every single time he sees it. He barely catches himself- seeing the way the moon shines among your skin reflecting the glistening assemblage of stars resonating in your eyes, or the way your curly hair sways with the light breeze- the words spill from his mouth before he can comprehend it.

"You're so perfect," he whispers.

You're nearly frozen, questioning if you heard him right, your eyes enlarging when you meet his timid gape. Rendered speechless, your lips part, your eyes flickering back and forth as you search his eyes, the feelings you've managed to hide wanting to roll off your tongue without a second thought.

"Jimin," you whisper, looking down to fill his empty hand with yours, his fingers soft as they intertwine, palms pressing together in a perfect fit as if the two of you were made just for each other. You can hardly repress the bundle of nerves traveling through your quivering frame; butterflies fluttering within your stomach. When light fingertips graze your chin, your worries dissipate, Jimin tenderly lifting your face to where he can see all your beauty from the inside and out; both your hearts hammering in unison, sounds from the world completely drowned as the two of you get lost in only each other, forgetting about any fears that may have prevented a moment such as this.

Jimin inches closer, you shut your eyes letting the plush feel of his kiss awaken the soaring feeling now exuberating from your soul. He pulls away just enough to rest his forehead on yours, his finger tracing your jaw before he closes the small distance once more, stealing your lips in the sweetest motion, his hand moving to stroke your cheek while you let him give you the escape you have always dreamed of only having with him. The pent-up emotion lifts off both your shoulders into the starry night where it will be lost forever; for now, Jimin kissing you so lovingly beneath the stars in your favorite place of tranquility, you will never be afraid to show him how you feel.

"So," Jimin pulls away, a nervous smile evident, "Does this make up for all the times I said Eevee was evil? Or, the time I accidentally fed Ninja a milk bone?"

Your hands rest on his forearms as boisterous laughter leaves your smile, "Yes, Jimin," you beam at him, his smile so wide your heart nearly bursts, "Now, shut up and kiss me!"

[barnesangel]

Dare

Masterlist

Summary: The Reader is dared by Natasha to call someone and confess her undying love to them. But instead, she calls Steve on whom she has a crush.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1497

Warnings: fluff

A/N: A little FYI, I decided to start taking requests! So, feel free to request whatever you want!

(gif was found on giphy)

“I dare you to call Sam and confess that you love him as more than a friend.” Natasha took a sip of her beer and sent a cunning smile in Y/N direction as she stared at the woman.

Y/N almost choked on her own beverage as Natasha dared her to do one of the things she was most afraid of; phone calls. They put her in the body and mindset of a baby again, causing her to slur and stutter out her words.

“Nat, please,” She began in an effort to change the redhead’s mind, but once she made up her mind, there was no use in trying to sway her. So, she simply shook her head at Y/N and raised a challenging eyebrow.

Wanda giggled as she handed Y/N her phone, her eyes glimmering with barely contained excitement which made Y/N let out a long sigh.

“I could always change my mind and I tell you to dial Steve’s number,” Natasha winked as she took yet another swig of her beer. Y/N dropped her hands in her lap and stared up at the ceiling as she let out a long, pained groan.

“You really had to bring that up, huh?” Y/N sent Nat a glare which she shrugged off by tilting her head to the side and winking at her.

While the only problem in calling Sam and ‘confessing’ her love would be the phone call itself, telling Steve would be on another level for Y/N. It would be like crossing the line.

She’s had a crush on the Captain the moment she met him. Beneath the ‘America’s Golden Boy’ façade was a layer that seemed to completely pull her in. While he always seemed to be on his friendliest behaviour and tried to please everyone, when he was at home, he seemed to relax and let himself go.

While he was cautious around Y/N at first, he warmed up to her pretty fast once she started to hang out with Sam. Then one day, instead of watching a movie with Sam, Steve suggested to watch one without him because he couldn’t come over that night. And ever since then, the two also had their obligatory movie night at least twice a month.

Somewhere between those many moments spent together, Y/N started to fall for him.

Wanda was, of course, the first to find out about her crush. She then immediately went to Natasha and told her everything she heard Y/N think about Steve – which might’ve contained some rather suggestive things as well.

They then proceeded to corner her and, as if them knowing wasn’t already enough, Sam overheard them and now had a lot more to tease her about.

Y/N took a deep breath to calm her racing heart and kept reminding herself that it was a simple phone call. Nothing more.

“Oh Y/N, make sure that confession is long and filled with emotions. Make it real,”

“Nat, how am I supposed to do that?”

“Imagine you’re confessing to Steve,”

Y/N let out another frustrated groan and unlocked her phone, opening the contacts app and scrolling down to the letter ‘S’. Her finger hovered above Sam’s name as she glanced up at the two women in front of her. They were both leaning forward, almost falling off their seats with their heads propped up on their hands – she really had to find a way to get back at them one day.

Still looking at them, Y/N tapped the screen of her phone and held it to her ear. It rang a few times which was normal for Sam. Once the ringing ended, he couldn’t say a word before Y/N started rambling,

“Hey, please don’t say anything right now, I just need you to listen to me. I have something pretty important to tell you,” She paused, seeing if he obeyed her order while at the same time, trying to keep herself in check so she wouldn’t start stuttering.

“We have known each other for a while now and in the time we spent together, I started feeling something shift between us. It wasn’t a specific moment in time, it just happened. One day I was looking at you like I would any other person here, a colleague, someone I can trust if shit hits the fan.

But then the next time I’d look, or even think about you, my heart started pounding in my chest and I began to smile from ear to ear. And that was because I didn’t see you as my friend anymore.

I began seeing you as someone I trusted on a more intimate level, someone I love.

I started to love the way you’d smile at me. I started to love the way you’d whisper snappy remarks in my ear so only we could laugh at it, it was something between us. I started to love the way you’d wait for me when I was on a mission and I could see the lack of sleep on your face but you were always so happy to see me. I started to love our movie nights when you fell asleep during a boring movie and rested your head on my shoulder.

I started to love everything about you.”

After Y/N finished, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath only to feel a few tears stream down her face. She wiped them away with her sleeve and sniffled, hoping Sam wouldn’t hear her actually getting emotional over a fake confession.

Although, it felt so real for her. She felt like she just poured her heart out to Steve and all she wanted to do is go to sleep or crawl inside a hole in embarrassment.

“Really?” Sam asked on the other line after a beat of silence.

But the voice didn’t belong to Sam. Y/N’s eyes widened and a small gasp escaped her lips as she recognised the voice.

It was the deep timbre that put her to sleep so many times while talking about anything and everything at night. It was the same voice that she sometimes listened to on YouTube when he was gone on an especially long mission.

It was Steve.

“Steve- I-“ And there was the stuttering. Y/N covered her mouth as Wanda and Natasha realised what happened and mirrored her horrified expression.

While they wanted them to get together and were pretty sure Steve liked her too, they weren’t exactly confident in their assumption that Steve felt the same way and they surely weren’t prepared for Y/N to get rejected.

“Do- Do you really feel that way about me?”

Y/N turned around when she heard his voice on her other ear as well.

Steve was standing on the doorway of the common room, the phone still by his ear. His posture was tense, he almost looked stressed with a deep frown between his forehead and his lips pressed together in a firm line.

Y/N lowered her phone and ended the call, getting up from her spot on the couch as she thought about how to answer him. She could just erase the whole thing by saying that Natasha dared her to do it and she accidentally called the wrong number.

But would Natasha or Wanda back her up in this one? One glance at them told her, no, they wouldn’t. She’s on her own now.

So, instead of using her tongue and saying ‘Yes’, all she did was move her head in an affirming motion.

When she didn’t receive a response from him, she went to open her mouth and take everything back. But before she could as much as think about what to say next, two warm hands cupped her face.

Her eyes met his blue ones and she swore she could see the answer to all her questions in them. Steve’s smile caused them to crinkle slightly at the corners which made him look younger and less like the stern leader he usually was.

Then he brought his face closer to hers, causing their noses to bump against each other. She closed the small distance they still had by pressing her lips against his causing him to let out a puff of air that sounded like a small laugh.

Y/N’s fingers found the back of his neck and the wisps of hair there, holding onto them and massaging the sensitive spot there. Her stomach was doing backflips and somersaults inside her body, leaving a pleasant feeling in its wake.

When they parted, they had big, toothy grins on their faces as Steve pressed his forehead against hers.

She definitely had to thank Natasha and Wanda for suggesting playing ‘Truth or Dare’.

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