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hwangsify · 2 years

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K.SM. — THE SUBTLE ART OF LOVING YOU.

pairing. kim seungmin x gn reader

genre. fluff, best friends to lovers au, slight angst

warnings. food, mild cursing, reader is extremely tsundere lmao

summary. the 5 times seungmin tries and heroically fails to hold your hand and the one time he finally does. (or, seungmin's endeavors to overcome his innate dislike for initiating physical touch in a nutshell.)

length. oneshot

word count. 4.6k

[1.]

Kim Seungmin is very practiced when it comes to loving you in the dark.

He knows you wouldn’t have it any other way. Both of you have grown familiar with your eccentric dynamic, this dynamic of feigned nonchalance and subtle gestures of quiet thoughtfulness. Seungmin would even go as far as to say that he enjoys it— enjoys leaving iced cups of taro bubble tea by your desk without as much as a note or buying a jumbo package of shin ramyun to drop off by the doorway of your apartment whenever he stops by the supermarket because he knows how much you adore ramen (although he personally can’t seem to understand the hype about it).

The only problem is that it doesn’t leave much room for relationship growth.

Because as much as he enjoys it all, there are times where he would very much like to wrap his arms around your waist in a backhug whenever you stop by his apartment to watch the latest episode of A Business Proposal with him on Netflix, or brush away a stray strand of hair that falls into your eyes whenever you drag him to the local cat café despite his protests that he gets cat hair stuck all over his sweater every time he goes. Except he can’t, because he just knows you’ll turn to stare at him, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed, and ask him what he wants for him to act so nice.

(He doesn’t really want anything. He just can’t express his undying love for you out loud and instead resorts to small gestures and little acts of service as an attempt to convey how much in love he is with you. It evidently doesn’t work, of course, but still.)

And then he’ll have to act nonchalant and make some joke about wanting you to buy him an iced americano at the newest café that recently opened up so that your dynamic will go back to being how it usually is and he’ll be stuck at square one yet again.

If he were as naturally clingy as Hyunjin or Felix, he knows that it would be absolutely no problem initiating physical touch with you. Hyunjin is someone who inherently needs to be linking arms with someone at least once a day in order to function properly, and Felix simply just adores cuddling to an extent that it comes as naturally as breathing to him. But the problem is that he isn’t as clingy as Hyunjin or Felix, and initiating physical touch has never come easily to him.

Despite all of this, his want to share physical contact with you refuses to go away. It doesn’t really have to be something big, he decides. Maybe just a brush of his hand against your waist whenever you push past him or the steady weight of his shoulder pressing into yours whenever you sit next to each other. Most of all, though, he really, really wants to hold your hand.

It starts off as a small fantasy, just a casual observation to himself that went something along the lines of wow, holding your hand would be really nice, actually. But after a while, it grows into a bit of an obsession.

What can he say? You have nice hands and he just really wants to feel the pressure of your fingers intertwined with his own. So it’s only natural that he finds himself attempting to muster up the courage to place his hand over yours as the two of you sit by the plush red chairs of the library, studying for the upcoming physics exam.

You’re reading through the textbook, eyebrows furrowed as you skim over the pages and pages of complex formulas and diagrams. Your hand rests on the table, just a couple of inches away from his own. Seungmin stares at it through his wire-rimmed glasses and tries to convince himself that reaching out to hold your hand is not the big deal that he’s making it out to be.

Of course, he doesn’t actually manage to convince himself, but he tries his best, anyway. Pressing his lips together in a firm line, he makes an effort to move his hand a bit closer to your own and ends up backpedaling at the last second.

“Seungmin.”

Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts. Glancing up, he stares at you expectantly, a hand coming up to push his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

“Are you okay?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed. “You look like you’re having an identity crisis or something.”

Seungmin quickly clears his throat, forcibly pushing any thoughts about holding your hand to the back of his mind as he nods. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

You snort.

“Stop studying at 4 am on schoolnights, then. No wonder why you’re so exhausted all the damn time.”

“I’m just being a prestigious student,” he protests lightly, glaring at you. You roll your eyes but don’t make a move to oppose him, instead choosing to move your hand to flip to the next page of the textbook.

Seungmin watches, aghast, as you place your hand in your lap after doing so— a good two feet away from his own hand.

And just when he was about to find the guts to hold your hand.

Gritting his teeth, he tells himself to pull it together. After all, the exam’s coming in just a few days and he has to stay focused and not think about how nice it would be to have your hand in your own. Even if the idea is very alluring.

Even so, he finds himself thinking about intertwined hands for the rest of the study session.

[2.]

Seungmin feels like crying.

Your hand lies on the smooth surface of the breakfast table, quite literally a centimeter away from his own. If he moves his hand just slightly to the left, your hands will touch.

Seungmin wants, wants it so bad he almost feels like stamping his feet like a fucking five-year old in frustration.

But Jisung and Minho are sitting right across from you and he just knows that they’ll notice right away if he presses his hand against your own and he most definitely does not need them bursting into loud catcalls and whistles right in the middle of the breakfast.

Instead, he watches as Jisung attempts to fit three fluffy pancakes from the college cafeteria into his mouth without choking. Minho watches on with mirth dancing in his eyes, even going so far as to shove the pancakes further down his throat in an attempt to make room for a fourth. Jisung gags around the pancakes, eyes watering, but shoots Minho a thumbs up, gesturing for him to try and add another pancake.

Seungmin sips his glass of orange juice and watches in silent disapproval as Minho proceeds to spear another pancake onto his fork and press it into the stuffed cavern of Jisung’s mouth. He isn’t quite sure what led to this entire situation, and feels a vague sense of worry for Jisung, who looks as if he’s about to throw up.

You stifle a peal of laughter as Minho attempts to push the pancakes even further into Jisung’s mouth. Seungmin gives your forearm a rebuking smack, glaring at you. You glare right back at him.

“Why’d you hit me?”

“You shouldn’t encourage such behavior.”

You shrug. “Chan’s coming back in a few moments and he’ll make sure Jisung coughs up the pancakes right away. Might as well enjoy the sight while it lasts. Besides, Jisung can’t possibly fit another pancake—”

Jisung shoves a fifth pancake into his mouth.

“Well,” you say, staring at Jisung with a mixture of glee and worry in your voice, “I’m sure Chan will be back very soon.”

Seungmin doesn’t bother replying, because he knows you’re right. If Chan had a role in the entire friend group, he’d probably be the dad. Slightly overprotective, prone to crack terrible jokes at any given moment, and perpetually exhausted. Chan fits the role quite well.

Sure enough, Chan makes his appearance a few seconds later, his tray stacked with French toast and yogurt. He quickly makes Jisung swallow down the pancakes, scolding him for “almost killing himself” while Minho watches on in quiet amusement.

Felix and Hyunjin arrive at the table a few minutes later, dragging along with them a half-asleep Jeongin. You frown.

“Is Changbin not coming?”

“Changbin’s skipping class today,” Hyunjin says, “he’s still getting over his hangover.”

Minho scoffs.

“Serves him right for drinking on a weekday.”

Hyunjin shrugs and slips into the seat next to Minho, tugging Jeongin along with him, who promptly lays his cheek against the breakfast table and falls asleep again.

“Must have had a tough night,” you say, glancing over Jeongin’s sleeping form.

Felix nods.

“He was up all night trying to figure out derivatives. He was almost in tears.”

You nod sympathetically, leaning forward to reach across the table and brush his bangs away from his forehead, revealing the dark circles underneath his eyes.

Seungmin watches in silence and wonders if he will ever experience such tenderness from you. After all, it is one thing to want, and another to have.

[3.]

Seungmin enjoys spending his weekends in the comfort of his own apartment. The weekdays are hectic enough with all his college duties and whatnot and he enjoys having Saturday and Sunday completely to himself, spending hours lounging on the couch while scrolling through his phone and ordering takeout.

In fact, he is just about to settle down into his bed and spend the next four hours binge watching a recent k-drama that he’s been into when you burst into his apartment.

Seungmin jumps at the sound of his door slamming open, although the sound of your voice is enough to reassure him that it’s only you and not some psychopathic murderer who somehow managed to break into his apartment.

“Yah, Kim Seungmin.”

He looks up to see you standing by the doorway of his bedroom, arms folded across your chest. Seungmin looks up at you from his phone and sighs. “I really shouldn’t have given you my spare house key.”

You brush away his comment dismissively, coming forward to tug him out of bed. “Whatever. Get dressed, we’re going out.”

“Where are you dragging me this time?”

“The Seoul Lantern Festival,” you say, “I’ve been wanting to see it recently but I haven’t found the time.”

“Can we go see it some other time? I kind of don’t want to get out of bed.”

You thrust a coat into his arms as you attempt to drag him to the doorway of his apartment. “That’s too bad. We’re going anyway.”

Seungmin curses under his breath, frowning, but pulls on his sneakers anyways after you tug him to the doorway and wait expectantly. You watch complacently as he ties his shoelaces and grin down at him when he glances up to glare at you, your smile dripping with faux sweetness.

“You’re the best, Seungminnie.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Humming, you reach out a hand to pull him up by the wrist. For a long moment, Seungmin thinks that you’re about to lace your fingers with his own to pull him along and stares, breathless, at your fingers wrapped around his wrist. But then you quickly let go after pulling him into a standing position and stare at him expectantly, waiting for him to step out of the apartment.

Seungmin swallows down the bitter bile of disappointment that forces its way up his throat. Of course, he shouldn’t have expected anything more. You skip along next to him as the two of you make your way down the staircase of the complex. Seungmin allows himself a small glance at you in his peripheral vision, taking in your flushed cheeks and windblown hair. You are so carelessly beautiful that he cannot help but ache whenever he sets his eyes on you.

But then you turn to look at him and Seungmin quickly glances away, feigning nonchalance.

“Why didn’t you ask Chan or something? You know I hate going out on weekends.”

“Chan’s been working on his track,” you shrug. “I didn’t want to bother him.”

“What about Minho?”

You stare at him.

“Minho would have kicked me out of his apartment before I had even finished asking him to come.”

Fair enough. Minho hates going out on weekends even more than Seungmin does.

“Okay, well, what about Hyunjin? You know he adores going out, especially with friends.”

You let out a huff of frustration, eyebrows furrowed irritably. “Hyunjin’s probably busy or something,” you say, waving your hand dismissively, “so I had no choice but to ask you.”

Even so, your ears color bright red as you trot along briskly, pointedly avoiding eye contact. Seungmin grins.

“So you actually wanted to see the festival with me? That’s so—”

You quickly shut him up by slugging him hard on his arm while glaring at him menacingly. “I’ll murder you in your sleep if you even think about finishing that sentence.”

Groaning, he clutches at his arm and meekly shuts up.

By the time you’ve reached the festival, it’s already late. They chose to hold the festival by the bridge this year, lighting up the water of the canal with a thousand different lanterns in a multitude of shapes and colors. And even if he’d much rather be lounging on the couch of his apartment right now, Seungmin has to admit that the view is stunning. You stand by the edge of the water and watch as the lanterns float past, breathless and panting as your eyes slide over the brilliant glow.

You are busy snapping a picture of a cat lantern when Seungmin comes to stand by you. Your hands just slightly graze each other, and Seungmin can just feel the cool press of your skin against his own. If he just moves his hand a little, he’ll be able to interlock your fingers and—

You take your hand away to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

Fuck.

Seungmin spends the rest of the festival thinking about what things could have been if that goddamn strand of hair had not ruined everything.

[4.]

“The problem is that you’re too hesitant,” Jisung informs Seungmin through a thick bite of brownie.

Seungmin groans, threading his fingers through his hair. “I know I’m too hesitant! That’s the entire problem! I just don’t know how to fix it.”

Jisung nods sympathetically as he listens, taking another thoughtful bite of brownie. Seungmin never thought he’d ever find himself coming to Jisung out of all people for counseling, but here he is, anyway.

“You just have to do it. Like, don’t even think about it. Just grab their hand.”

Actually, Seungmin doesn’t understand why he chose to ask Jisung for advice in the first place, considering the fact that his relationships rarely last for any longer than a month. Given his easy-going personality and attractive visuals, it’s not as if Jisung doesn’t have an unending list of admirers. But someone like Jisung has always been too busy to date, and his relationships almost always end in messy breakups due to lack of quality time.

Then again, Seungmin is desperate.

“So I just.. go for it? Like just reach out and hold their hand?”

Jisung nods earnestly.

“Yup. Just like that.”

Doubt curls through Seungmin’s chest as he considers Jisung skeptically. “That genuinely sounds like the worst plan I’ve—”

Jisung shuts him up with a dismissive snort.

“Just try it,” he implores, “it’ll be fine.”

Seungmin still thinks that the entire idea is terribly impulsive and very much likely to lead into a catastrophe. But Jisung looks at him with such conviction in his eyes that Seungmin finds himself agreeing to give the plan a try, although he threatens to never buy him cheesecake again if the plan fails.

He meets up with you the next day at your apartment because you insisted on rewatching Vincenzo with him. Jisung tags along just to supervise and make sure that Seungmin finally manages to succeed in holding your hand and brings Chan along with him because he refuses to “be the third-wheel.” Seungmin argues that it’s kind of impossible to be the third-wheel when it’s you and him, especially since you interact with him solely through threats and menacing gazes, but Jisung insists on coming along anyway.

By the time the fourth episode starts playing, Jisung has started to pester Seungmin incessantly, tapping at his shoulder and nodding towards you, gesturing wildly (but as subtly as possible) for Seungmin to attempt to hold your hand. Seungmin eventually gives in after Jisung starts full-on smacking him on the arm, sighing and motioning for Jisung to settle down.

Taking a deep breath, he inhales deeply and reaches across your lap to grab your hand. He doesn’t even bother looking sideways, too nervous to manage to meet your eyes. There’s a bead of sweat gathering by his temple as he gropes blindly, searching for your hand.

Instead, his hand grabs something firm and slightly fleshy.

There is a long silence as Seungmin slowly turns his head to see his arm, stretched across your lap, and his hand, firmly grasping Chan’s thigh, missing your hand by a good six inches. Chan lets out a surprised gulp as he stares down at Seungmin’s hand, turning to glance at Seungmin questioningly.

Jisung facepalms so loudly that the sound of his palm smacking against his forehead resonates through the room.

Seungmin blushes furiously and quickly withdraws his hand, mumbling a hasty apology. Chan brushes off his apology good-naturedly, although his ears are colored red. You stare at him confusedly as he hurriedly retracts his hand, perplexity written across your face.

Fucking Han Jisung and his stupid fucking ideas, Seungmin thinks, pointedly turning to glare at Jisung accusingly. Jisung ignores his ominous gaze as he obstinately stares at the screen of the TV and plays with the rings on his fingers.

There is something like suppressed laughter on his face, and Seungmin officially decides to never get Han fucking Jisung another white chocolate raspberry cheesecake ever again, no matter how desperately he begs.

[5.]

“Yah, Kim Seungmin,” you say, your voice grainy through the phone. “You still haven’t eaten lunch yet? Idiot. It’s already 4 pm. Come over, I’ll cook something for you.”

“Okay,” Seungmin whispers, and smiles to himself.

God, he likes you so, so much.

When he arrives at your apartment, you’re leaning over the stovetop, an apron tied around your waist. He comes to stand next to you, observing the chicken soup that you’re stirring over a low heat. You don’t look up from the soup as you gesture towards the dishwasher.

“Go get some bowls. The soup’s almost ready.”

Seungmin obediently makes his way to the dishwasher, grabbing two porcelain bowls and placing them next to you on the countertop. “You didn’t have to go out of your way to cook me soup, you know.”

You let out an indignant scoff.

“Bold of you assume that I cooked the soup for you.”

Seungmin gives a soft chuckle. When he has spent so much time around you, it is easy to see right through you. Even so, he doesn’t say anything.

You spoon the fragrant broth of the soup into the bowls and carry them to the dining table, gesturing for Seungmin to sit down. You drink your soup in silence, giving an approving nod at the rich saltiness of the broth. Seungmin watches you quietly, longing ripping at his throat.

Your hand is placed right in between the two of you— it comes so naturally to Seungmin that it almost feels surreal.

You watch, silent, as he gently reaches up to run his fingertip along the inside of your forearm, slowly making his way up to your wrist. Your skin is smooth and warm underneath his touch— he can feel your pulse beating wildly underneath the thin skin of the inside of your wrist. For a long moment, the two of you sit in silence, eyes trained to the fingertip he drags across the back of your hand.

And yet, just as he’s about to wrap his fingers around your hand, you quickly yank your hand away, ears red. Seungmin stares at you questioningly as you lift your hand to place it into your lap, bending down to sip at your soup.

There is a light dusting of pink across your cheeks and a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead. You seem adamant to ignore his gaze as you stare down at your bowl of soup.

Seungmin has always hated making assumptions. But he can’t help but wonder if you want him just as much as he wants you.

[+1]

It is exhausting to be in love with someone like you.

Seungmin knows it. He knows it too well.

You are so full of contradictions that Seungmin never truly knows what you want. It is hard to love someone who pushes you away even as they draw you in closer, who is so brittle at the edges, and yet so soft underneath.

But then you will tell him to dress warmer unless he wants to catch a cold, in that nonchalant voice of yours. You’ll tell him to stop skipping his meals, the warmth of your words buried underneath your careless facade. You’ll slip into his bedroom and place a mug of green tea by his desk whenever he’s studying himself sick, silent as you set it down next to him. And Seungmin will remember, yet again, why he fell for you in the first place.

You text him a few days later, telling him to come over for a study session after you’ve finished with class. He agrees promptly, partially because he could never resist when it comes to you, and partially because he really needs to figure out chemical entropy and thinks that a study session would be quite beneficial.

When he arrives at your apartment, your bedroom door is sealed tightly shut and you are nowhere to be found.

Seungmin slowly makes his way to the bedroom doorway and knocks apprehensively, hesitant.

“Go away,” you say, voice muffled.

Seungmin opens the door anyway.

He is greeted by the sight of a lump on your bed. It squirms a little when he comes in, indignant. “Seungmin, I told you to—”

Seungmin sits by the side of your bed and tugs at the blankets cocooned around your body. You clutch tightly at the sheets, refusing to let him unravel the thick swaddle of blankets. Seungmin lets out a tired sigh. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you say. You are uncharacteristically quiet after that.

Seungmin finally succeeds in yanking the sheets out of your fists and you tumble out of the swathe of blankets, sprawling onto the bed. Seungmin’s breath catches in his throat as your eyes meet his own.

They are red-rimmed and brimming. Just a brief second of eye contact causes the tears to spill over, leaving warm salty streaks across your cheeks.

Seungmin stares at you blankly as you cry and wonders what the fuck he should do. After all, he has seen you do a lot of things, but crying is not one of them.

He’s never seen you like this, curled up on the bed sheets, eyes glazed and glassy, impossibly fragile as the tears trail down your cheeks. For someone so brittle, you fall apart so easily underneath his gaze.

Very slowly, he sits down by your bedside. “What happened? Did someone say something?”

You don’t say anything.

So Seungmin takes your hand in his own and guides you to him, wrapping his arms around your torso. You bury your face into his shoulder, clutching tightly at the hem of his t-shirt and—

Oh, this is quite nice, actually.

You’re curled up against him, tears seeping into the cloth of his shirt. And Seungmin has never been this close to you, doesn’t know how exactly to act when you’re pressed up to him like this, trembling in his arms. But he presses you closer, anyways, and allows you to soak his shirt, even though it’s a relatively new shirt and he hates to see it ruined and the wetness of your tears are kind of uncomfortable as they stick to his skin.

He holds you like this for a long time, until the tears finally subside.

“Now can you tell me what happened?”

You shift against him, turning your head to press your cheek into his chest. “I just had a really bad day.”

Seungmin reaches up a gentle hand to smooth over your ruffled hair. He almost feels compelled to tease you, just because it’s what’s typically expected of him in your push-and-pull relationship. But instead, he nods and pulls you closer. “That happens sometimes.”

You exhale in agreement. “Yeah. Yeah, it does.”

Your hands are still laced together, Seungmin realizes. He almost wishes your head wasn’t pillowed on his chest right now, because he feels for sure that you can hear his racing heartbeat pulsing underneath his skin. There is a moment of silence as you press against him, squeezing his hand, before you tilt your head up to gaze at him.

Seungmin’s cheeks flush red as you study him slowly, eyes sliding over his face. And then you’re leaning over, lips brushing across his collarbone. Seungmin’s thoughts are painted white as your free hand comes up to cup his jaw, pressing closer to graze your lips against the column of his throat, against the line of his jaw, the ridge of his cheekbone.

A long pause, a heavy tension settling in the atmosphere of the room. And then you’re kissing.

He isn’t sure how it happens. He isn’t sure he exactly cares. Your hands are still pressed together as you press forward to kiss him harder, lips moving against his own. You are so gentle in his arms, so yielding compared to your usual demeanor of fire and steel, that Seungmin regrets not doing this a long time ago.

You lean back after a bit, eyes hazy as you gaze at him. Seungmin allows a moment of silence before clearing his throat to speak.

“I can’t believe you just made out with the same guy you call an idiot at least five times a day.”

You grin. “It’s all part of my calculated plan to get you to fall head over heels for me.”

Seungmin thinks that he would have fallen head over heels for you either way. He doesn’t tell you, of course (he has much more sense than that) but he allows himself to think it.

He leans forward, eyes curious as he gazes at you. “How long have you liked me for?”

You narrow your eyes. “And why does it matter?”

Seungmin rolls his eyes.

“I just wanted to know,” he protests, and pokes at your thigh. “So? For how long?”

“I don’t know,” you say, feigning nonchalance, although your red ears betray you right away. “Three years by now? It’s not like I’ve been counting.”

(Knowing you, you most definitely have been counting.)

“I’m kind of wounded that it took you three years to finally decide to kiss me.”

You snort.

“I only kissed you because you were too much of a coward to do it yourself, you know.”

“Still!” Seungmin protests, “it’s hurtful to think about.”

You laugh, leaning forward to grab his hand and yank him to you. “Come here, then. I’ll kiss it better.”

Seungmin doesn’t have to be told twice.

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runawaymun · 3 years

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Elrond x Platonic!Reader - Langour

For: @ramyun-monster ~by request via PM Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff. Sindarin translations:

mellon nín - my friend

tithen pen - little one

lan·guor | \ ˈlaŋ-gər also -ər \

(n) weakness or weariness of body or mind

You’re in the library again with a stack of books by your elbow. The sunlight streaming in through the tall, open windows is normally comforting but today it just lances into your eyes-- bright enough to hurt. The top of your skull is starting to feel like it’s about to slide off. And, vaguely, you’re aware of the fact that you’ve been staring at the same page for the past half-hour and you aren’t making any progress.

Frustrated, you slam the book shut with more force than you meant. If Erestor was here, he’d shoot you a disapproving glare. You wince and take more care as you gather up the stack you’ve borrowed and stand, meaning to take them back to shelve them where they belong. It’s then, when you pick up the last book off the writing desk and the pile of papers beneath it reveals itself, that you spot your to-do list and realize you’ve only done a quarter of it.

The room tilts for a second.

You’re not sure if it’s anxiety, or exhaustion, or you’re getting sick, or some cocktail of the three. The list stares at you, mocking you, long and overwhelming, and you have to set the books back on top of it just so you don’t have to look at it anymore.

Your heart won’t slow down, and your stupid brain won’t stop thinking about that list, running through it over and over and worrying that you’ve forgotten something on it. You’ve just been so busy and-- you probably are getting sick. The headaches are always the first warning, but with everything you have to get done you can’t afford to be sick and that just makes the stress worse-- which of course is just going to make you get even more sick-- and

Oh god.

“Deep breaths, mellon nín.”

The voice cuts straight through the haze swirling around you: rich with time, warm and kind like summer, and currently it carries an edge of concern that’s unmistakable.

“Sit,” Lord Elrond commands, and tugs the chair out so you have space to sink into it. Instantly you feel both embarrassed and guilty-- because he’s way busier than you are.

“Sorry,” you manage, trying to school your breathing so your heart will stop racing. It’s just making the headache worse. “I’m fine.”

“You are not,” he replies as he presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “I could feel your heartbeat through the floor all the way out in the hall. And,” he tisks, “You have the beginnings of a fever. Look at me.”

It’s gentle but said in such a way that you obey at once. Lord Elrond pulls up a nearby writing chair, adjusts his sleeves, and takes both of your hands. “Match my breaths.”

He takes deep, slow ones, and you do your best to comply. Warmth bleeds through his hands into yours, up through your body, curling around your spine, easing the whipcord tension that has been spiraling there during the past week, and you aren’t entirely sure if it’s intentional magic or if it’s just what happens when you’re around Lord Elrond. Maybe it’s a bit of both. He’s so calm and steady and patient and nothing in his expression or body language implies this is an inconvenience for him.

At last you start to feel calm, and as soon as it’s there the exhaustion sets in and all of your limbs feel heavy and your head feels way too light.

“Thank you,” you manage a smile and start to pull away, intending to go back to your books, but he keeps one of your hands in his firm grasp and places the other on top of the stack.

“It can wait.”

“I’m not even halfway through--”

“--and you will not make any more progress like this,” he says. “And it would be irresponsible of me indeed if I allowed you to try.”

He stands again, smoothing out his robes, and then reaches over you to lift the stack of books and set them aside, and then sweeps all of the papers into your folder before you can even get a glimpse of them again.

“The books,” you protest.

“Iûldis will not mind,” he counters easily, and puts a hand on your shoulder to guide you firmly out of the library. His pace is sedate, as always, and it’s easy to keep up with him despite how much longer his legs are compared to yours. He leads you up to your room, opens the door for you, and ushers you inside without leaving any room for argument. After that, he crosses the room to shut the folder in the desk drawer and you sink onto the bed and let out a long breath. He draws the curtains closed and the room slips into blessed darkness.

He tells you he’ll return in a moment, then steps out and heads down the hall. At this point, now that the room is dark and the full brunt of how tired you are is upon you, you wouldn’t be able to get up and go back to your work if you tried. In fact, it’s taking all of your willpower just to stay upright.

There’s still the nagging thought that Lord Elrond shouldn’t be bothering with you. And really, you should have gone to one of the healers already instead of letting it get to this point, but what’s done is done and you’re just grateful that he noticed and wrangled you up to your room to rest.

He knocks before coming in, and when he comes back to your side he has a cup with a thick medicine in it which you wrinkle your nose at. An amused smile twitches at the corners of his mouth as he holds it out to you.

“It is not as bad as it seems, I promise, and if you take it and sleep,” he emphasizes the word, as if he’s worried you won’t, “--then the illness will be gone by the time you wake.”

And he’s right, of course. You take it and down it in one gulp. While it has a bitter aftertaste it mostly tastes of honey and mint and elderberries. It isn’t the worst medicine he’s ever handed you. As you set the cup aside, he presses his hand to your forehead again and the headache pounding behind your eyes eases and your limbs grow even heavier-- but this time it’s the pleasant kind of heavy.

“Sorry,” you mumble again, because it’s the only thing you can manage at this point. Unable to stay upright any longer, you sink down and curl up under the covers.

“You are not a bother,” he insists. “Go to sleep, tithen pen.”

You’re powerless to fight it anymore. As you drift on the twilight edge between sleep and consciousness, you can swear that you feel him kiss your forehead before he leaves you to your rest.

#elrond #elrond x reader #elrond fanfic #lotr x reader #lotr fanfic #And Rohan Will Answer! (Requests)#this was so nice to write man #this was comforting for ME #so hopefully it hits the spot for you! <3 #thank you for your patience!!

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sockparade · 4 years

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tips for surviving the pandemic: things i learned from my immigrant parents

It’s hard to believe that it’s only been a little over a week since the WHO announced that the coronavirus (COVID-19) was officially a pandemic. This has been a long, challenging week for a lot of people and it is nothing short of terrifying to read reports of what is happening in Asia and Europe as many predict that we’ll likely endure a similar fate here in the United States. In the midst of all of this chaos and uncertainty, I’ve been reminded of so many lessons that my Taiwanese immigrant parents taught me. I’m sharing them here so that others might also benefit. Thanks Ma. Thanks Daddy.

你昨天已經出去了.

“You already went out yesterday.“

1. Learn how to stay home. Our family is eight days into self-isolating at home and Tony asked me this morning if I had cabin fever. And strangely, the answer is no. I’m not. Not to downplay the difficulty of this moment but my experience with this “shelter-in-place” ordinance reminds of pretty much all my summers between kindergarten and 8th grade. Both of my parents worked full-time so summer was just three blissful months of nothing. No structure, no plans, no camps, no playdates, and no responsibilities. My parents never made me feel like I was missing a thing by staying home and I don’t remember ever feeling bored. There were always library books to read, stories to write, and thoughts to journal. Hours were spent playing school with my big sister (now a first grade teacher!), making up random games like who can avoid touching the carpet longest, learning Kim Zmeskal’s latest gymnastics floor routine, writing lyrics to Kenny G saxophone solos, and rehearsing for our variety show that we would perform to our tired parents at the end of the day. And that’s not even including the hours we spent watching The Price is Right, CHIPS, Knight Rider, and Airwolf (yep, no cable).

As a teenager I carefully plotted all my hangouts with friends so that I didn’t have too many consecutive days when I was out of the house. Whenever I asked my parents if I could hang out with friends, they would always say, “But you already went out yesterday. What’s wrong with staying home? Why do you always have to go out?” It was as if having too much fun two days in a row was off limits. If there was a big party on Friday, I would purposely make sure I stayed home Wednesday and Thursday just to increase the chances of being able to go out on Friday. I know a lot of people talk about how awful their high school years were but I was one of those lucky kids who had a really great group of friends that made me feel seen, loved, and cared for. The downside was that I couldn’t get enough of it. I was always thinking about the next hangout, the next event, the next thing. It took me all the way until my late twenties to fully appreciate the fine art of staying home and to finish my unexpected transformation into the expert homebody that I am today.

I’m reminded of that old quote by Blaise Pascal, “All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone."

It’s great to be out and about, but it’s also really important to learn how to stay home.

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晚上要吃什麼？清冰箱.

“What are we eating for dinner?” “Cleaning the fridge.”

2. Be creative with what you have. I love food. Not in a foodie sense, but I get a lot of pleasure out of eating. I’m not a food snob by any stretch of the imagination. I thoroughly enjoy a Stouffer’s frozen lasagna or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as much as I enjoy a fancy, inventive, Michelin-starred meal at Commis. What’s hard for me is when food is eaten as sustenance rather than with delight. But my parents taught me that you can always take pride in preparing a meal. No matter your ingredients.

My mom is an excellent cook. I know a lot of people think their mom is a good cook but my mom is legitimately skilled in the kitchen. There were some nights when I’d ask what was for dinner and my mom would just reply, “Cleaning the fridge.”

Now for some, this might sound terrifying. But my mom could honestly make something out of nothing. I still crave my dad’s simple egg and garlic fried rice. My parents raised me to be able to make an tasty meal just from rummaging in the pantry and fridge for random leftover things. There were plenty of summers where lunches and snacks were an individual culinary adventure for each of us kids. I still remember the day I witnessed my baby sister add a Kraft single on top of her onion ramen noodles. She saw my confusion, shrugged and said, “You should try it, it’s good.”

With all the hoarding folks have been doing during this pandemic, I’ve found myself feeling quite anxious. Trying to calculate if we have enough food. Estimating how many more meals we can eat at home before we need to make another grocery run. As someone who struggles with a scarcity mentality it has been hard not to panic. But then I keep reminding myself that I know how to make good food using just whatever’s available.

You know, I was pretty disappointed with Mary H.K. Choi’s second novel, Permanent Record, given how much I enjoyed her debut novel, Emergency Contact. But I was absolutely thrilled with the shine she gave to what her protagonist calls “Hot Snacks”.

Here’s an excerpt from Permanent Record that is a beautiful ode to creative food mashups and immigrant kids everywhere:

“I edit and post a Shin Ramyun Black video set to music. My favorite instant noodles with three flavor packets and so much garlic. It’s a classic Korean HotSnack, especially when you throw in cut-up hot dogs, frozen dumplings, extra kimchi - and this is where the artistry comes in- eggs, cheese, corn from a can, and a drizzle of sesame oil on top. And furikake if you’re feeling wealthy. The next night I put up a bacon, egg, and cheese not in a bagel but in a glazed honey bun. Laced with sriracha and pan fried on the outside. Then it’s chilaquiles with Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos and chorizo. Jamaican beef patty casserole disrespected with a smothering of Japanese curry and broiled. With Crystal Hot Sauce over the top and pickled banana peppers. I’m trolling with that one but the controversy is berserk. When I run out of old videos, I make saag paneer naanchos with Trader Joe’s frozen Indian food, and it’s a hit. Especially when I add yogurt and a thick layer of crushed-up Takis on top.”

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看連續劇.

“Watch soap operas.”

3. Find a way to escape. I’m generally pro technology but I’ll admit I’m a little bummed at the way iPhones and iPads have made TV viewing such an individual activity. I like how Disney+ has gotten some families back to watching TV together again. Although I will say, we really coddle our kids these days. I grew up in a time when movie ratings only applied in the theaters and we watched movies with our families like Alien, The Fly, and Gremlins. We were scared out of our minds and sometimes could only watch through the cracks between our fingers covering our eyes because it was so scary. Okay, this also might be why I can’t watch horror movies as an adult.

From a young age, my parents taught me that watching other people’s drama unfold on screen is one of the best way to escape your own drama. Some people say binge watching became a thing when the TV networks started releasing shows on DVD. Others give credit to Netflix releasing their original content a whole season at a time. But truth be told, I first learned how to binge watch from my parents.

We would rent 30-40 VHS cassette tapes from that random spot in Bellaire Chinatown. Can you picture it? You needed multiple plastic bags to transport that many VHS tapes.

Do you remember the one about the dying mother who needed to find homes for each of her 7 children? I don’t think it’s normal for a 10 year old to cry so much but you better believe it’s made me learn the true value of a soap opera escape hatch.

Are you in a pandemic? Now’s the perfect time to pick up that YA novel, binge that reality show, start that kdrama, or rewatch all six seasons of The Sopranos again.

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下個禮拜會下雨.

“It’s going to rain next week.”

4. Be informed about what’s ahead. If you ask either of my parents about the weather at any given time they can reliably tell you the daily percent chance of precipitation and humidity for at least seven days out. They’ve always been this way. They would inform me of the weather at various points throughout the week. They planned their yard work and car washes around the weather forecast. There’s something about the way the weather forecast is available to everyone. And it feels like it’s just a matter of making the small extra effort to access it and gain a slight advantage. I feel like so much of the immigrant mentality is to be diligent in making the right choices to not screw yourself over and seizing opportunities whenever you can. And it wasn’t just weather but this is such an obvious example of it.

I remember my dad saying to me once, "Can you imagine if someone decided to read every book in their local library? If they just went shelf by shelf and systematically read all the books? You could do it, you know. It’s free, it doesn’t cost any money to check out a book from the library. But no one really does it.”

I think immigrant parents get a bad reputation for forwarding chain letters and health/science hoaxes they get on email, WeChat and Line. And in a pandemic, yes, they are definitely susceptible to misinformation, rumors and flat out untruths. But the thought behind it seems right.

The mistrust of government leadership is actually quite relevant right now in this pandemic. Many immigrants left countries with governments that were overtly corrupt, oppressive, and used propaganda to influence its citizens. And while many Americans still take pride in living in a country that verbally champions freedom and democracy, the truth is that our government has already failed us and lied to us in many ways. During this pandemic, we cannot wait on leaders to tell us what to do. We must be diligent in reading for ourselves, seeking experts, using our critical thinking skills, and making preparations accordingly.

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會不會冷?

“Are you cold?”

5. Check in with yourself. Check in with others. I have so many memories of my parents walking through the living room and asking me and my sisters if we were cold. It felt like they couldn’t walk past the thermostat without asking us if they needed to raise it or lower it. As if they couldn’t hear us sneeze and wonder if they needed to turn off the ceiling fan. They couldn’t see us sitting in a dim room without turning on a light for us. There are so many times I fell asleep reading on the couch and woke up with a blanket over me. Or sometimes I was fully awake doing something random, like playing Egyptian Rat Screw with my sisters (a cardgame for the uninitiated), and my mom would walk by and wordlessly drop a warm, heavy blanket over my shoulders. That’s care, y’all. Consistent, immediate action, and often without words.

The tip here is to pay attention to your discomfort during a pandemic. There’s this immigrant stereotype of stoicism and that’s true to some degree but maybe the resilience is made possible not because of unnatural toughness but largely because immigrant parents can also be so incredibly perceptive and tender in some very tangible ways.

When everything is chaotic around you and you’re busy multitasking these next few months, don’t ignore your needs. Notice how you’re feeling. Physically and emotionally. Where are you carrying your stress and tension in your body? You don’t have to tough it out. Oh and remember to check in with your people on how they’re feeling. Is there a light switch you can turn on for someone?

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笑死人.

“Laugh to death.”

6. Laugh to survive. Look, we didn’t have the perfect family or anything like that. We’ve definitely had our share of difficult times, financial stress, health issues, arguments, and pain. But my parents also really knew how to laugh and taught us to laugh with abandon. Like, bent over, tears running out of your eyes, can’t breathe kind of laughing. Our dinner table was kind of like a writer’s room. It was difficult to tell a mediocre story. You had better come prepared with a punchline or a point. It was a tough crowd, every night. On many occasions I stopped myself halfway through a story upon the self-realization that there was no real way to land the plane. Polite laughs were nowhere to be found, except perhaps a charitable smile from my baby sister. But it didn’t stop us from trying. I think my sisters and I are all probably better storytellers for it and we definitely have learned to try to bring humor into difficult times.

I know that this pandemic is so incredibly dark and depressing that it can sometimes feel disrespectful, inappropriate, or childish to laugh at anything. But my parents taught me that you laugh to survive. Nothing is ever so dark that you can’t find a reason to laugh. And sometimes you really need to find something to laugh about.

I’ve been taking long breaks each day from major media news outlets but I have been finding such joy and laughter from the meme creators on IG and the comedic geniuses on Twitter. In Taiwanese when something’s really funny, people will say a phrase that is imperfectly translated as laugh to death. Like you killed a person it was so funny. Now’s the time to find that content or those people who will get you to laugh to death.

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我要去挪車.

“I’m going to go re-park the cars.”

7. Go to bed with a plan for the next morning. I grew up in a suburb of Houston, Texas where one property developer built the entire neighborhood and used the same eight or nine floor plans for all the houses but changed up the brick and trim color to keep things interesting. Most homes have a long driveway that connects a garage set near the backdoor of a home to the street. By the time I was driving, we had four cars in total -- two in the garage and two on the driveway. At the end of the day when everyone was home for the night and my dad was getting ready to go to bed, he’d announce, “I’m going to go re-park the cars.” Then we’d all kind of stop what we were doing and rearrange the order of the cars to match our morning departure schedules. This meant figuring out who was leaving when in the morning and sometimes also prompted brief check-in conversations about any changes in our usual routine.

In a pandemic it can sometimes feel like there are a million different things to attend to and large conceptual concerns that demand your attention. But there’s something calming and centering about spending a few minutes each night thinking through specifically what needs to happen just tomorrow. Not the day after or next week. Get super tactical and specific about what tomorrow morning looks like. Check-in with your partner about any aberrations to your schedule (e.g. I have a super important conference call at 7am tomorrow) to minimize any unnecessary surprises. There’s something magical about setting up your morning that helps you rest just a little easier at night.

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星期三我們有禱告會.

“On Wednesdays we have prayer meeting.”

8. Make time for your spirituality. Growing up my parents both had physically demanding jobs. My mom was a seamstress for many years, providing alterations at my aunt and uncle’s dry cleaners. She later worked in an elementary school cafeteria and then eventually became a classroom aide for special needs students. My dad worked at that same dry cleaners for years until he got a job at the post office. He then became a letter carrier, delivering mail on foot. The summer months were especially grueling, carrying a heavy sack of mail in 100 degree, humid weather, and walking until sweat soaked his shirts and blisters formed on his feet. They had every excuse to skip weeknight events. But unless they were sick in bed, I can’t remember a time when they missed their weekly prayer meeting with their friends from church.

Pandemics have an unsettling way of forcing us to confront our mortality and can trigger a bunch of unresolved shit that has been bubbling underneath the surface. We’ve lost some of our usual coping mechanisms and it can be super hard to quiet the anxieties, fears, and other demons that we usually try to keep under control. This isn’t a lecture about a particular faith or belief system. It’s just a reminder to prioritize your existential questions, your interior life, and your connection to things much bigger than yourself -- whether that’s a community, a yoga practice, a faith group, a tradition, or something else.

I have a fledgling meditation practice that I’ve been trying to strengthen since last year. When I say fledgling I mean that sometimes I bail before the ten minutes is up and check my phone. Even though I’m not very good at it yet, I can really tell the difference on the days that I make time for it. Our church started hosting its weekly Sunday service online and that’s challenging for me because a church service feels like it’s designed to be so much about the physical rhythm of going to a place, seeing faces of people I love, hearing their voices co-mingling with mine in song and in prayer, and tasting the bread and wine in my mouth. The online service was short, and just for viewing through a zoom conference call, but there was still something meaningful about setting aside that time Sunday morning, asking our wiggly kids to be present, and saying the liturgy out loud knowing that in homes all across the country, other people are doing the same.

If things are really going to get as bad as some are predicting, we’ll need the spiritual strength to make it to the other side. Those habits are hard to form overnight. My parents taught me that you really have to make the time for your spirituality non-negotiable, so that you won’t abandon it when it’s inconvenient or when you are too tired.

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沒辦法.

“What choice do we have?”

9. Rise to the occasion. Whenever my parents are telling old war stories about things they had to do to get to where they are today, inevitably one of us will say, “Man that’s crazy, how did you manage to do it?” And instead of pointing to some super personality trait of theirs or some complex self-help principle, they always say, “We had no choice.” It’s not said in a defeated way, but in a posture of accepting that life can be cruel, unfair, and capricious. And that it’s not helpful to dwell too long on the why’s and how’s. My parents taught me that you can’t stay in despair mode. You eventually have to push yourself into problem solving mode and you do whatever it takes to move forward.

This coronavirus is so unlike anything we’ve ever experienced in our lifetime. It is so unprecedented for me that my brain is having a hard time processing the reality of what’s happening right now and the rest of my lived experience. I spent the first few days of this week just being overwhelmed, anxious, angry, and irritable. At this point though, I’m in go mode. I’m doing what needs to be done for our family and taking care of business. What choice do we have? I can hear my parents saying it. One day, if we’re lucky, we’ll say it to our kids too.

#coronavirus #immigrants #immigrant parents #survival tips #advice #covid-19 #pandemic #childhood #lifelessons

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withluvliv · 5 years

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little late night introduction :))

Liv. Musician. Writer. Artist. Dreamer. Alive. This is my space to create and envision. I dream of university in the Windy City and a future in the City of Dreams. I dream of traveling the world and learning as many languages as my brain can handle. I dream of writing in whatever city I land in and playing music with those who don’t speak my language.

I’m a violinist of 12 years, a pianist of 9. I love beautiful things and I love creating beautiful things. I love classic literature, music in other languages, and sunsets. I’m happiest when I’m alone driving with the windows down. I live primarily on shin ramyun, boba, and lofi. If I’m not studying or writing, I’m learning a new language. You’ll find me in my room doing online school surrounded by plants and my little white dog, Mozart. If you look really hard, you might also find me tucked away a local coffee shop or on the top floor of a big library. I’m guilty of romanticizing my future, but life tends to be become more beautiful when you have a beautiful outlook on it.

Maybe I’ll keep up this blog long enough to see my dreams come to fruition. Maybe it will be another one of my short lived projects.

You’ll just have to come along and find out.

- liv

p.s. you can find this same thing on my “liv” page on my blog! check it out there if you ever forget who i am !!

#aboutme #bio #intro

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villainsblog97 · 5 years

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10: Awaken (Epilogue)

Stray Kids Wonderland AU

Scenario: Fantasy, Alice in Wonderland AU, Stray Kids fanfiction

Summary: Fall down the rabbit hole, and follow me off to wonderland.

“Hey… wake up…hello? please… wake up! excuse me”

You heard the voice again, this time you swore you felt a hand.

“Hey... are you okay?” you finally opened your eyes, and looked around, you were dreaming everything... and the guy in front of you.

You had seen him before... in your dream.

He looked just like....

The White Rabbit

A small voice woke you up, from your deep (and rather intense) dream, you looked around and saw the park you were at, that’s right... you were walking and got tired so you sat under the tree and fell asleep.

“Are you okay?” he repeated.

“Um... yeah... guess I just fell asleep” You smiled.

“Aish…. you scared me!” he laughed a little.

“I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to scare you”

“What’s your name?” he asked, as he helped you off the ground.

“(Y/N)” you smiled.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Yang Jeongin” He smiled with a bow, he looked so much like the boy with white rabbit ear in your dream, you almost swore it was him.

“It’s very nice to meet you... Yang Jeongin”

Tweedle Dee

“Hello? Can you hear me?” you heard a deep Australian accent call out to you.

“Huh?” You woke up and saw a worried look on the boy’s face, he had an ice pack on your head, you were laying in a field of grass.

“What happened?” You asked as you looked up.

“Ah... my good mate Hyunjin and I were playing some frisbee, and you were walking by and we sort of hit you in the head, you crashed hard after that, so we got an ice pack and hoped you would be okay... we thought at first that you just passed out from the heat, but the bump on your head would say other, we’re both really sorry.” he bowed his head, you sat up and saw the same red hair from your dream.

“Wh-What’s your name?”

“Felix miss... Lee Felix” You smiled and held out a hand to him.

“I’m (Y/N)” he shook your hand with a smile, the same smile you’d seen in a dream.

Tweedle Dum

“Hey, are you alright?” he asked gently, helping you off the ground.

“What happened?”

“Uh... I think you passed out from the heat, my buddy Felix and I saw you collapse, he ran to the market to get you something cold, I told him I would stay here with you incase you woke up”

“Oh... thank you” You sighed as you looked around.

“No problem... but are you okay, are you hurt anywhere?”

“My head just hurts a little, but I’m okay” you smiled

“Thank goodness, oh I’m Hyunjin” he smiled, you’d seen his smile before, and he had said his buddy Felix, you knew exactly who he was, but how?

The Caterpillar

You felt a hard poke with what felt like the back of a pen, on your arm, when you woke up you heard someone given out a lecture, you looked around and you were back in your class room, the guy that poked you asked you if you were okay.

“Huh?”

“You fell asleep during the teacher’s lecture, so I was just making sure you weren’t sick or anything, you should really go to bed a decent hour”

He looked so familiar to you.

“Um... do we know each other?” You asked.

“I don’t think so... what’s your name?”

“(Y/N), yours?”

“Kim Woojin” he smiled, “Now we do”

The Cheshire Cat

”Are you alive in there??” You woke up at the nearby café, you looked around and saw everyone enjoying their coffee and tea, you were handed a small cup of coffee, and then met a pair of beautiful eyes.

”Hey she lives...” he laughs.

”I’m sorry I was just resting my eyes for a second and must have dozed off” you laughed a little.

”Don’t worry, I was just making sure you were still breathing” he smiled.

”Yes I am, and thank you for the coffee um...”

”Lee Minho” he winked.

You were lost in his gaze, he looked just like that cat in your dream.

”I know I’m handsome but maybe take a picture, the image lasts longer”

”Oh... I’m sorry, you just... remind me of someone” you smiled.

The Door Mouse

“Hey... are you okay there?” Your eyes were met by two brown ones you could see your reflection in his little round specs, that sat on the bridge of his nose.

“I am... thank you” You were at a booth in a restaurant, the guy in front of you was a waiter bringing you your food.

“Sorry... I must have fallen asleep while waiting” You smiled.

“No that’s okay. I was just making sure you're okay, I threw in a boiled egg for you, hope it wakes you up” he smiled as he put down a hot bowl of Ramyun for you.

You smiled and looked at the name tag attached to his uniform.

“Thank you... Changbin” You smiled knowing you would recognize those little specs anywhere.

The March Hare

“Can you hear me?” you heard, you woke up in an unfamiliar room, you looked around to hear a man’s voice.

“Miss... can you hear me?” your eyes wandered and you saw a guy sitting next to you.

“Where am I?”

“You’re at the hospital, this young man saw you collapse and called us immediately.

“ah... thank goodness you’re okay! you had me so worried!” he smiled in relief.

“Thanks to you I am”

“I have to go check on a few things, I’ll let you two talk” the doctor smiled as he closed off the curtain.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know... I saw you walk past me and then you just collapsed”

“Thank you... for not leaving me there”

“I would never! uh... do you know your name?”

“Yes... it’s (Y/N)”

“I’m Han Jisung, it’s very nice to meet you (Y/N)”

The Mad Hatter

“Hello?” you felt a hand on your shoulder, your head shot up, you took a look around and was met by two eyes staring into yours.

“Whew... thank goodness” he smiled.

You looked around the library and realized you totally crashed.

“I’m sorry!” you squealed, the librarian quick to shush you.

“No that’s okay... I just, wanted to make sure you were alright”

His Australian accent was so sweet and soothing, he had a cart of books by him, letting you know he worked there.

“I’m okay,” you looked at the name tag that read Chan.

“Chan... cool name” You smiled.

“Really, thanks... well just be careful” he smiled as he got up and pushed the cart to the shelf, you watched him return the books to their correct shelf, he picked up the first book off the cart, you smiled at the title Alice in Wonderland.

The Queen’s Guard

You could hear someone talking to you, his voice was light, his hand shook you a little, you could hear beeping and what sounded like keyboards clicking, when you finally woke up, it was still dark, you had crashed hard an arcade room.

“You fell asleep here... though I don’t know how that’s possible”

“Call it a superpower” You laughed a little.

“Well... sounds good” he laughed back, you ran a hand through your hair and sat up all the way.

“Thank you...”

“Seungmin” he nodded his head.

“Seungmin...I’m (Y/N)” you smiled back.

“Are you hungry? I was about to grab a pizza, care to join me?” you nodded and couldn’t help but smile as your eyes met his beautiful red hair, a certain guard you befriended and saved once had.

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#stray kids #wonderland au

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abonethrownfromthevoid · 5 years

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currently having a cup of shin ramyun at the library at 11:59 pm having just submitted the two assignments due in a minute. And I’m happy

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iimaginekpop · 5 years

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okay so how do I meet this sweet teddy bear? you may ask

well let me explain this very simple thing to you

literally anywhere

could be out on a run or in a gym (if you know you are the active type)

could be you just happened to be hanging out in a park

or at the beach

maybe not the library

but just about anywhere else

but for the sake of this thing, let’s say you meet at the grocery store

you are walking around trying to avoid the sweets section because YOU ALREADY HAVE THE HOUSE FILLED OKAY

so you are just there checking out the ramyun because it is a cheap and delicious and does not require a lot of time to be made

and shownu is making his way towards the ramyun to add some to Wonhos already huge stack

enjoying his time away from the children

(he loves them okay!… he totally begged Kihyun to let him do the grocery instead…)

BACK TO THE POINT

he just stops dead in his track

because holy shit is he watching an angel right now?

he might be… could be a demon too nobody knows

he slowly makes his way towards the ramyun, trying not to make any eye contact with you

well his plan failed

you two just happened to reach out for the same pack

*cue K-drama music*

he lets go for you to take it instead, not breaking any eye contact with you

okay but he would not be able to ask for your number

so here is your chance to make a move first, because otherwise, you will never be able to see the cute stranger again

so you do and the both of you walk away after exchanging numbers

(OKAY, so I don’t remember if they have their phones yet? so for the sake of this, let’s just say he does okay)

NOW FINALLY TO THE JUICY STUFF

dating Shownu would make you feel like you’re a princess because he will not waste a moment spoiling you

not necessarily like buying you something all the time (because that can actually end up being annoying, especially since this is only the start of the relationship)

but more like he always makes sure that you’re okay and feeling alright

your first kiss will happen about 2 weeks - 1 month into the relationship

but this is because he just wants to get to know you first and make sure you both really are into each other

and spoiler alert

you are

so he takes you out for a date… but yeah he’s an idol which means it has to be late and all secretly

but that’s okay

and like the gentleman that he is, he would take you home afterward

yes this is the moment

your first kiss

omg you cuties, it is all shy and adorbs

so now the relationship really takes off

you two text, call and face times a lot because he really likes to hear about your day (liar, he just likes talking to you/ hearing you talk)

when he introduces you to the members he tells them all to behave

spoiler alert

none of them behave

but they are a bunch of energetic sweeties so that is okay

you care for them all the time

all of sudden you have 5 new kids and an ex-wife glad to have some of the burden off him

Shownu likes seeing you interacting with the kids

he gets this family vibe

but boy calm down, you haven’t even told them you like them yet

…

oh yeah about that

he went all out for it

got the kids to help him set something romantic up at the dorm

and then kicked them all out

(honestly, they all left wanting to give their dad and stepmom some romantic time to themselves)

Wonho may or may not have left some condoms

if you ask he will deny it though

but yeah after you are done with the romantic candlelit dinner prepared by your boyfriend’s ex-wife

he just takes your hands in his and looks into your eyes

thank god the lights are dimmed

because his cheeks are burning up

but then he tells you he loves you

and you tell him back

and his heart is just beating so fast holy damn

again

you cuties

let’s be real shownu would be such a good boyfriend

and gives the best hugs, cuddles, and kisses

he trusts you so much, which means he only get jealous if there really is a reason to be jealous

but that also means you have to put the same amount of trust into him

he relies on you a lot because as the leader he probably has a lot of feelings he can’t really talk to a lot of people about

you know all of his worries

you also know the exact way to cheer him up

you are already acting like a married couple only like 6 months into the relationship

the honeymoon face never ending

#reupload #Monsta X #monsta x scenarios #monsta x scenario #monsta x reactions #monsta x reaction #shownu #shownu scenarios

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parkbearum · 7 years

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Wishes

Part 3

Description:You learn about baekhyun’s past which only makes you want to take care of the playful man more.

Genre:Fluff+slight smut

Baekhyun X Reader

(7 Weeks ago)

“.....He only had one place to go..”

The young man found himself in a familiar yet uncomfortable place.He felt sorry about everything at that moment:his father, his mother, their company, his responsibilities....They were all too much.

A small smile appeared on baekhyun’s lips when he saw the familiar old lady.The lady who made him into a man.She felt like a real mother to him.Whenever his mother was away, she was the one to take care of him.

“You argued with him?” the old lady asked while handing him the cup of tea she just made.

“Yea.....He was just.....screaming” said baekhyun,looking at the cup in his hands.

“Oh....My poor child...” the lady said, a deep sigh leaving her lips.She had seen this before.

“He must have been busy.He carries a big responsibility in your company.Don’t blame him because he wants you to become someone successful” the old lady said caressing baekhyun’s hair.

“But he could jus-” baekhyun managed to say before the lady interrupted him.

“No!He wants the best for you.Since you were a child, he had raised you with care and love.......At least he tried.I know you want someone to take care of you and understand you but...that man had been through a lot of things..Don’t do that to him..Instead...Go find someone...” the old lady said wisely.

“What someone?” said baekhyun looking at her confusedly.

“Someone who can love you.Someone who can listen to you when you feel like your head is going to burst.It doesn't have to be partner.He or she could be a friend or someone you admire.Just make sure that person will care about you and give you a shoulder to cry on when you need” the old lady said offering her hand to baekhyun.”Promise me” she said smiling.”Promise you won't turn back until you find the person” she said.

While baekhyun wanted to whine and disagree, he remembered that whenever he listened to the old lady sitting next to him, good things happen, she was always right.You could say that it was experience or maybe instincts.He didn't know what it was but he was sure she was right.

“Ok.I promise” he said while the old lady hugged him.

You looked at the old lady and then turned to baekhyun.After repeating the actions a few times, a smile formed on her lips.

“It’s a long story” she said. “Lets just say you're here for a good reason” she laughed while sitting next to you.

A good reason?All you could do was to agree.You didn’t know this person but she had a nice aura around her.It made you feel calm.

“Hey!” baekhyun said touching your nose.”Lets go!” he said smiling.

You didn’t ask this time.You had no idea of the place he was planning to take you but the thing was that, when you were with him, you didn't feel like it was necessary to ask.You trusted him.Maybe it was wrong to trust him but it was a bit too late for anyone to say that.

He took your hand but he didn't take you anywhere this time.He didn't take your hand to take you somewhere.It was to hold your hand.

“I want to eat ramyun.” He said while looking at you.

You were staring at your intertwined hands with a shocked face which made him giggle childishly.

“You don't want to hold hands?” he asked smiling but something felt off at that moment.

“No..its not that...” you said trying to adjust the situation.”It was just...I wasn't expecting it” you said blushing and covering your face.

You weren't a person who would blush so what was wrong with you cheeks now?How did this person manage to make you blush?Maybe it was because everything was too sudden.

He held your hand gently.

“You heard grandma.You are my wish.” he said kissing your nose.

Was he trying to kill you or something?His actions were getting bolder and bolder since you left the old lady’s shop.You felt like your whole upper body was ready to explode.It wasn't just your heart or stomach, he was effecting all over you body.

“Now that my wish came true,I should take care of it well, right?” he said giggling while he held you closer.

“So..What does that mean?” you asked trying to get a little distant but it was impossible with this man.

“What I'm saying is.....I’ll take care of my wish...meaning I'll be with you anytime you want..Or anytime I want” he said smirking childishly.

“W-What does that mean?” you blurted out, still confused.

“It means that you're my..well...humans call it girlfriend but I like to use the word my wish.” he said still smiling before he kissed your forehead.

It had been a week since baekhyun and you officially started to go out.It wasn't easy to make him say the words.He didn't like to use the normal ways of asking out.In fact, he didn't even ask you first but you convinced him to make a proper confession so that you were also able to tell your feelings towards him.After you both confessed on a rooftop, he started to tear up while he listened to your confession.

“I..I can't exactly say I love you because I have never felt it before.I mean the love towards someone who isn't from my family or friends.When I met you in the library that day,I had many thoughts about you.I thought you could be a playboy or some kind of rich kid...Well,you’re but....It’s different.Normally.when I make a prediction about someone I just met.its true.I’m good at predicting but you...You managed to prove me wrong.You actions weren't cool..I mean not at all.You teared up right in front of me and I thought I really want to make this person happy....Because you also make me happy.I don't know how.Not yet.I’ll figure it out soon but when I'm with you..Its like my soul is attached to yours and I feel so happy.Your small words make me happy and I want....I want more of that..” you said before looking at baekhyun again.It was your first confession so you felt super shy.

What you weren't expecting was to see a few tears in the corners of baekhyun’s eyes.He was half smiling while looking at the floor.You couldn't tell whether he was happy or not.He just stared at the floor for sometime before looking up at you.

You were about to say something but baekhyun had different plans.Not too long after he looked at you, you opened your mouth to say something and you felt his lips on yours.

He kissed you.It was your first shared kiss.He kissed you deeply like you were the only one that mattered to him.He kissed you with hope and love.He kissed you like he was waiting for you.He kissed you and you felt the butterflies in his stomach.

Your hands found his hair and you caressed his hair which only made the kiss more intense.

He kissed you like you were his true wish.

♡Hey angels!So in the next chapter,I’m planning on writing a smut (again, oh lord, forgive me) ,Tell me what you want for the next chapter pls!Requests are open and a new chapter for dark bloom is on its way!Get rich love y'all.REQUESTS ARE OPEN AS ALWAYS♡

#baekhyun #exo baekhyun #exo #exo k #exo m #sehun #suho #kai #chen #d.o #chanyeol #baekhyun scenario #exo scenarios #exo scenario #exo smut #exo fluff #kpop scenarios #Kpop smut

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txmonkeyy · 7 years

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10 TRACKS

RULES: set entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 tracks that play. Tag 10 people. I was tagged by the oh so lovely and sweet @noonajude 1) BTS: FIRE ⭐️ 2) BLOCK B: TOY 3) THE PRETTY RECKLESS: HEAVEN KNOWS 4) BILLY CURRINGTON: DONT 5) DAVID NAIL: LET ME RAIN 6) CHEVELLE: THE RED 7) AARON YAN: THE UNWANTED LOVE ❤️ 8) LEE SANG: GONE (boys over flowers) 9) SIMON CURTIS: FLESH🔥 10)DAN & SHAY: FROM THE GROUND UP🌙 I tag... @war-of-hormoan @freehoseoksdick @jiminsa @ramyun-wonho @jeonjagiya @ellieljade @avveh @teenie1227 @btssmutgalore @gukvory I had fun with this. I do listen to all types of music!

#tag your it

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13. onho, please :)

13. One catches the other masturbating

After an exhausting day trying to study at his university’s library, Choi Minho is kicking his bedroom door shut and slurping a pot of noodles his mother kindly made for him. A thank you towards her youngest son putting in the effort to study, something he has always struggled with.

Minho thinks he has earned some leisurely time to himself now, and that is sitting down at his desk, laptop booted up and his latest favorite place to browse open in a private tab.

Minho glances at his door, finding the shadow of his mother pass through the hallway, and though he is an adult, there is still that childlike fear of being found out. That’s mostly because he’s on a website known for its gay video chat and no one in the family knows he has a preference for men; he’s not ready to bear that much disappointment.

All is quiet again. Minho gulps down another mouthful of hot noodles while opening the chat. It’s run on a roulette platform, leaving one unsure what the next video or user will be.

The first is, of course, a dick. Nothing special; next. Another dick; a little better, but next nonetheless. This time a dick cumming on a photo of a famous actor. Minho chokes on his food, eyes wide.

And to think, he had just seen a movie starring the man, a good one if he can recommend it. Minho’s nose turns up, quickly moving on.

There’s slight alarm as Minho comes face to face with a person finally. It’s a surprise after all the dicks. The man seems to be sitting in a dark room. Glasses shimmer from the computer’s lighting and the man moves as he eats something like crisps.

With a smile, Minho slides his pot of noodles aside to type.

‘helloo ^^’

Minho wonders if he’ll be walked out on, but the pause brings a reply from the stranger.

‘hi’

Minho tries eating again, but so does the other man, leaving them simply watching the other eat in staring silence. Even just at that, it’s entertaining.

‘that ramyun looks good.’

‘thanks my mother made it’

Minho holds up the pot, giving a half-cheers with noodles hanging from his slurping mouth.

‘those crisps look good’

Minho offers back, glancing at the bag he can’t quite read, sitting off to the side of the screen.

‘yah? thanks my mom made them.’

Minho watches the stranger slowly raise a chip to his lips, face expressionless. Minho is perplexed, not sure if the reply was a joke or not; the stranger isn’t laughing. They resume their silence.

It’s Minho who initiates more conversation. He actually has a question now.

‘why don’t you have a shirt on?’

The screen is fairly dim, but Minho can make out the man enough. He seems to be topless below his dark hair and sharp features.

The stranger answers.

‘why do you think?’

Minho replies without thought.

‘because you are poor’

Minho tries to stifle laughter behind a fist. The stranger leans forward, head lowered. Fearing the worst, Minho quality types.

‘wait!’

The other looks at the camera again, as he types.

‘take your shirt off.’

Not wanting the stranger to go just yet, Minho tugs his top off over his head, tossing it aside. But there is no sense in letting his food go cold. He eats as the other munches on another chip.

You only need one hand to eat crisps. Minho’s eyes lower, to where a hand keeps disappearing. Minho respects the stranger’s use of multi-tasking, if he’s honest. Besides, as far as the grainy screen is concerned, the man looks fairly attractive, a little round along the edges even. Something sort of squishy.

The one-hand typing appears.

‘not bad’

‘thanks ^^’

Minho laughs, and that seems to at least achieve half a smile out of the other.

‘i do a lot of sports’

No one asked, but Minho never fails to offer that information to anyone who will listen, especially if his toned, lanky figure is brought up.

‘sucked a dick before?’

Minho considers giving away more personal information, but this guy has stayed on screen with him this long, and he really is too tired to weigh all the cons. He answers.

‘yes’

The screen twists and darkens, as the other man seems to grab his webcam. Then there in the dim light, as the screen clears once more, is the close up of a hand full of veiny, hard dick.

Minho’s large eyes widen, lips parted wider, noodles to mouth paused midway. It’s unclear if the hand is small or the dick is big or even both, but it’s a captivating sight.

Minho watches the pumping strokes, craving, and no pot of noodles will cut it. He doesn’t realize lips part, tongue poking out in a dragging lick.

‘would you suck it’

Minho doesn’t hesitate, stumbling over the keyboard.

‘yyye’ ‘yes’

The focus is soon back on the man above the waist. Minho meets a smiling face, one cheeky now, a gleam in slit eyes behind those round-rimmed glasses. ‘haha later.’

And like that, before Minho can ask the stranger not to go, Minho is left alone in the chat. He slumps in his chair, head tossed back with dismay.

It’s a week later when Choi Minho sulks his way through the local convenient store. He had promised to pick up items off a list for his mother that day after classes, leaving him having to decline invitation to go out for drinks with some friends.

He drops the basket at the checkout, glancing over the list once more, as the owner is helping some new employee figure out the ropes.

Minho’s frowning pout slips away, eyes scrunched watching the man behind the counter. He looks awfully familiar somehow.

A small hand reaches for Minho’s basket, and a friendly smile is offered. It suddenly clicks in Minho’s mind.

“You!”

“Excuse me?”

Minho is sure it’s the man from the chat. He may not be in glasses and is now wearing a top, but it has to be him, no doubt.

Minho tilts his head, trying to find the name tag on the shorter man behind the counter.

“Lee Jinki…” Minho mumbles to himself.

Wide eyes blink, because that exact same cheeky grin is beaming up at Minho now, in person.

“I’m sorry,” the man, Lee Jinki, says to Minho, “I don’t think we’ve ever met before…”

#onho #shinee #onew #minho #prompt #drabble #smut #fic: onho #fic: minho #fic: onew #inspired by that tumblr post tbh #it screamed onho to me

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Hi there! You said you take requests. I'd be happy with an imagine about Elrond x reader drinking tea together (h/c). It could be a herbal tea or just something ordinary. Pretty please! Ofc if you feel like writing it. (If not it's ok too~)

Elrond x Platonic!Reader - Cozy

genre: hurt/comfort/fluff warnings: none, except for enough saccharine fluff to give you cavities for: @ramyun-monster reader pronouns: neutral/they/them

You would think that Imladris, of all places, would be conducive to a good night’s sleep. The air off the mountains is almost always cool and crisp, the roar of the Bruinen contributes pleasant white noise, the crickets sing in the rose gardens, and time itself seems to flow unhurried and unhindered. Still, tonight, you’re finding it difficult to relax. Your thoughts keep wheeling around in your head without any particular pattern, bringing up unpleasant memories and lambasting you with all the things you’re putting off: the little tasks that need doing, the appointments you have to keep.

It’s pointless to keep lying in bed glaring at the ceiling (even if it is a really beautiful ceiling). Plus, you’re developing a headache. You peel back the blankets and drag yourself out of bed. The library sounds nice. You’ll head there and try and relax, and hopefully later you can try sleeping again. It isn’t terribly late yet. The moon is still low. You’ve got time.

As an afterthought, you grab your journal from the desk by the window. Maybe if you write down everything that’s bothering you, you can stop thinking about it. The floor is cold under your bare feet, and you slip into a pair of house-shoes before heading out of the guest room you’re staying in.

You take the stairs down to the first floor and find yourself in the library in no time at all. It’s empty this time of day save for the librarian --a dark-haired Noldorin elleth who you think (if you’re remembering correctly) is named Iûldis. She gives you a good-natured wave but doesn’t try to make conversation. You return her wave and head past the towering bookcases of ancient tomes and scrolls to a secluded corner that you’ve grown to love.

The library smells of ink and parchment and vaguely of petrichor sifting in from the open windows. You stop on your way to pick out a book to peruse. The corner you like is comprised of an intricately carved cedar desk and a ridiculously plush reading couch flanked with matching reading chairs. It’s the couch that you settle into tonight, placing the little book on the end table and curling up against the armrest to write.

A pleasant half-hour goes by, but you’re still no sleepier than you began and only marginally less scattered. You set aside your journal in favor of the book. Outside, clouds obscure the moon and rain patters on the terrace. The air turns chilly with a new easterly wind. You shiver and tuck your legs up a bit tighter. That pesky headache still hasn’t gone away. The cold is giving you goosebumps but you’re reluctant to go back to your room just yet.

You catch a whiff of lavender and lemon balm just as someone sets a teacup on the table by your elbow. When you look up, you’re met with a soft smile, warm gray eyes, and an expression that hovers halfway between concern and humor.

“Riveting reading?” Lord Elrond asks. He’s holding his own cup balanced on a tray in one hand and he has a book tucked under his arm.

Before you can get up to give him a bow he puts a hand out to stop you.

You hurry to say: “I didn’t hear you come over, my lord. I’m sorry.”

“Do not be.” He has a thick blanket slung over his arm, and he holds it out to you. “It is a bit cold for you tonight, is it not?”

You blink and take it, wrapping it around your shoulders and snuggling into it. It’s fluffy and pleasantly heavy, just the right thickness. “A little, yes. Thank you.”

He inclines his head with a little smile and gestures with his teacup to the reading chair next to the couch. “May I join you?”

The first dumb thought that accosts your tired brain is why? Thankfully, you stop yourself before blurting it out loud. He probably has a million things to do so you can’t imagine why he’s bringing you tea and blankets.

...And he’s still standing there, patiently waiting for your answer.

“It’s your house,” you say. You can’t keep the surprise out of your voice.

“So it is. Still, I find it polite to ask before imposing myself on someone else’s reading.”

“You’re not imposing,” you say at once. In fact, it’s the exact opposite of an imposition. If you’re honest, you’re absolutely delighted that he’s here asking to join you, offering tea. Ever since you came to Imladris and he offered for you to stay, you’ve admired him. But you’re practically a nobody, and definitely a nobody when compared to him, so you’ve never really worked up the courage to do more than say hello or a few jumbled sentences to him. This opportunity is way too good to pass up.

He sets his tray with its steaming cup of tea on the table between you and takes a seat in the reading chair, placing his book on his lap. There are two spoons on the tray and a few ginger biscuits on a pretty plate and a pot which, as he opens the lid, proves to be filled with honey.

“Would you like some in your tea?”

You still can’t really believe this is happening. You nod.

He spoons a little bit of honey into your cup and lets you stir it in. Adds some to his own, and says warmly: “I always find that a little bit of lemon balm and lavender is the perfect cure for restless nights.”

The two of you drink your tea and demolish the biscuits, listening to the rain make music on the roof. He asks you some questions about yourself and where you’re from and seems genuinely interested in your answers, so you’re happy to give them, and he even answers some questions about himself that you’ve been dying to ask him for ages. The time passes by, the rain lets up, and you finish your cup of tea. Before you know it, you’re getting tired. You’ve forgotten all about everything that was bothering you earlier and your headache is completely gone.

He bids you goodnight with a knowing smile and you go back to your room with that heavy wool blanket wrapped around you like a cloak --and you don’t find it at all difficult to get to sleep.

#elrond x reader #elrond imagine #lotr imagine #lord of the rings #And Rohan Will Answer! (Requests)#whOOPS this got HUGE #but this was such a nice prompt thank you!#gif warning #and the gif isn't mine #elrond

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isaacathom · 5 years

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deakin library has microwaves

#HOLY FUCKING SHIT #LADS? LADS. THE LIBRARY HAS MICROWAVES. FUCKING FOODS UP #CAN MICROWAVE MY RAMYUN LADS YEEHAW DINNER ON THE CARDS AGAIN

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psychicadviceus · 7 years

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How to Be Less Stressed About Money

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How to Be Less Stressed About Money

Trust in God

I Can’t Afford to Pay My Cable Bill. Leave Me Alone.

Trusting in the Lord Jesus Christ is no easy task for anyone that is searching for financial success. Most people in the world today are asking themselves, “How can I feel secure in my job when you never know what is going to happen next?” Job security and business security is hard to think about when you live in a world that doesn’t guarantee you a paycheck every single week. Today’s world is getting harder for anyone to earn a living over $50,000 a year. Most households in America today earn $50,000 or less per year. This means that the whole family working in one household is earning this amount of money.

Living on $50,000 a year is not easy for any family. Especially when you are paying for: housing costs, food, medical insurance, taxes, cable television, clothing, car payments, electric, gas, air conditioning, computers, IPad, video games, electronics and the list goes on.

In today’s world, it is important to pray to Jesus and ask him to provide you with your needs. The Bible says that he made the poor to be rich in faith (James 2:5). This means that if you feel like you are poorer than most people, then it’s because you are to trust in God for what you need.

Americans Are Struggling Today

I know many people that come to me in my prophetic ministry are struggling financially. Many people tell me that they often receive a financial blessing coming to them and then it gets taken away. Some obstacle always happens to make them broke again. Most people in the world today must live on faith alone. If they trusted in money to take care of their needs, they would not survive. You can only stretch money so far before you say, “What am I going to do now?” The reason why many people suffer financially is because we try to buy what others have around us.

You are responsible for creating your own budget. If you take away cable television, electronics, high speed internet, car payments and other items of luxury, then you would save a lot of money per month. The reason why most people are stressed about money is because they don’t have enough money to pay for the luxury items of life. Many people want to live in a nicer neighborhood where housing is above their means of income. We are a society that wants to live with less pain and suffering.

Is Pain and Suffering Bad?

How am I going to pay for it all?

Most Americans are taught that pain and suffering is a bad thing. However, the Bible teaches us that it builds character. Can you change your lifestyle to be able to save more money? Another word’s, could you move into a poorer area of town and get rid of your gadgets to save more money? Saving money means less stress on you. If you can suffer a little bit by having without, you will find that you are more at peace. You may have to start reading books at your local library instead of watching cable television. You may have to get rid of your high-speed internet and electronics for a while. If you can save money and come up with a master plan, you will find that you can earn a lot more money instead. Perhaps your extra savings could allow you to start your own business. You may even have to change your meal plan. Instead of spending money on regular foods, you could switch to Ramyun noodle soup for a while.

How Did Grandma Afford to Live on so Little?

In previous generations, people didn’t have to worry about buying computers, cell phones for $500.00 and IPad for another $500.00 and cable television for $200.00 a month and expensive gas and electric bills. People often wonder how their grandparents made it on such small salaries. The reason why is because their grandparents did not have to invest in the luxury computer items that we are seeing today.

American businesses are ripping people off for the most part. They are having most of their items made in China for pennies on the dollar and selling it to the consumer in America for 10, 20 or 50 times the amount. You would be shocked to learn how much an item really costs to make in China and how much you are paying for it in America. The worst thing about it is that American businesses are often paying their employees far too low to afford these items of luxury. It is becoming clear that most people alive today and beyond will not be able to afford the goods and services that other wealthier people can afford. The solution here is to not buy what others have. You may have to go back to your childhood memories in which you wished for something that you couldn’t have. Our society is becoming expensive. If your car breaks down, you may have to pay $500.00 or more to fix it. That is far to much money for most people to afford. It gets even worse when a pipe starts to leak in the house and you now have to pay a plumber another $500.00 to fix.

Why Do People Feel the Need to Buy Luxury Items?

I Need to Be Able to Make More Money to Buy More of the Things I Like.

Most people feel the need to buy these items because they are bored. If you think about it, people feel the need to buy fancy cars, electronics, cable television and computers because they are bored. People want to entertain themselves. It is important to ask yourself, “What can I really afford?” Perhaps you are not meant to live the same life as everyone else around you.

The stress of money goes away when you feel that you don’t have these bills to pay. Learn to live on less by saving more money. At the end of the day, your life will be a lot more peaceful.

Believe it or not, if you began to live like someone in the 1970’s, you will find that you have a lot more money in your pocket. Before electronics began to take over America, people enjoyed conversation and vacations with their friends and families. You didn’t have a whole lot of luxury items to buy. During the 1980’s, the computer generation was born and people all around the world started to see the use for computers and electronics in their lives. Life began to get a lot more complex financially for people. People began to see less money because they were paying out so much for electronics. A dishwasher often costs $500.00 or more to buy. You then need to buy a warranty protection on the dishwasher for another few years. That could cost you $100.00 or more. Even a washer and dryer will cost you around $800.00. When they break down, you need to pay a repair person to come and fix it or buy the replacement part. This all adds up financially over time. It gets expensive to live with these items today.

Hopefully, you can see more of the bigger picture now. If you want to live a life with less stress, learn to live on what you really can afford to live on. Don’t worry if your friends and family think less of you because you are living in a poor area of town or because you decided to take the bus instead of owning a car. If you can have less stress in any given day, you are doing yourself a lot of favor.

Pray on this prophetic message. I hope that you will make the necessary adjustments in your life to feel more at peace with your everyday living.

#money

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