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32? Thank you <3 - 🥄 anon

it has been a long time coming. i bet you forgot you sent me this anon, but yes i shall redeem myself and write what number 32 prompt is. (send me a number)

the room was cold, a little bit too cold for seokjin’s taste yet he doesn’t seem bothered by it as long a certain little cat was sitting beside him. he could feel yoongi radiate a type of heat that, not only warms seokjin’s right arm but also calms his agitated heart.

the cinema wasn’t full on tuesday nights, especially when it was around ten pm and the tapes rolling were for a horror movie. it’s not that seokjin was terrified of such movies, he just did not find it worth his bloody time or money. why would he waste more than twenty bucks for a fucking movie that could either be a huge flop or could give him nightmares that could last till his next damn life.

yet, on a rare sunny day right before his next class, yoongi, with his black beanie covering his bed hair, his eyes curving into crescents and his cheeks as puffy and as red as a tomato, approached seokjin with a pair of tickets. it was the first time yoongi made the first move since it was always seokjin who would ask him out for cute dates or even extravagant ones (but we won’t talk about that for now, maybe next time when the time is right).

the two of them haven’t even been dating for more than three months. they’ve only met recently but seokjin knows that yoongi’s a hard ass, sometimes emotionally constipated, a tough and talented man, yet he knew that he was the one for him. even his friends thought so. so, seokjin, with all his might was trying his best to sway yoongi into his arms. for some reason, seokjin was succeeding.

yoongi was quietly watching the movie, they were nearing the climax of the scene and the mother was begging whatever entity out there to spare her children from the demons that haunted their house in the middle of the nowhere, with no cellular connection and even a freaking wifi router. seokjin was getting pissed, “bitch just pack your fucking bags and live in a damn city,” he thought to himself.

the mother prayed and prayed, and seokjin prayed and prayed that yoongi would get bored and just call it quits because, for the past few weeks they’ve known each other (and dating), seokjin knew yoongi was the type of guy who found this kind of movie a buffoonery. the movie won’t even reach seven stars on imdb, let alone a solid five.

yet, as the child gets possessed by a demon, while the mother screams at the top of her lungs, seokjin hears a sniffle. it was very soft and quiet, it was as if the person was trying to hide it. seokjin decided to brush it off and continue to watch the movie with judging eyes.

the child possessed started speaking in a language unknown and the mother continued to call for her child’s name, “come back to me my son please!”

the door suddenly banged wide open and the hot young detective comes swooping in with his gun held high. before the man could even shoot, the floating child he gets slit in the throat by a random flying knife and seokjin swears to god he is so done. the mother screams and seokjin’s soul just flew away.

seokjin shook his head in dismay. he tried to grab yoongi’s hand looking for comfort and maybe get a laugh or two out of yoongi’s mouth, yes, they were in that stage already. it might be cheesy as heck but seokjin’s loving it. instead, he found nothing. he couldn’t find yoongi long elegant hands. he instantly whipped his head towards yoongi’s direction and saw him covering his whole face and he was sniffling.

seokjin fought the laughter crawling out of his lungs. yoongi was curled onto his seat, his arms extremely close to seokjin’s and he was shaking. seokjin doesn’t know if it was because of the cold or because he was scared. (seokjin felt like it was the latter.)

“what’s wrong?” seokjin whispered. yoongi shook his head and placed his hands down.

seokjin could see the tear stains left on yoongi’s cheeks and an ever slight shade of pink of his button nose.

“Your eyes are red… were you crying?”

“N-no,” yoongi croaked which made seokjin fondly.

“tell me honestly, were you crying love?” he whispered softly in yoongi’s ear.

yoongi shut both of his eyes and took a deep breath, “i was.”

“why?”

“because i hate scary movies and i just wanted to impress you and maybe be like your knight in shining armor when you get scared but- god why are you so perfect? nothing seems to faze you. you’re so cool and hot and handsome and-” yoongi rattled and seokjin felt a tinge in his heart that made him feel giddy.

“you’re making me fall in love with you again,” seokjin muttered to himself.

“what?” yoongi looked at seokjin, confused. yoongi’s brows furrowing and his lips turned into a pout. seokjin whipped the tears out of yoongi’s little face and kissed the tip of his nose.

“nothing my love. would you like to leave the cinema and get some pizzas and i dont know maybe, make out?”

it’s been so long since ive written a fanfic, it has been almost a year! hopefully you guys like it.

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connormurphweed-deactivated2018

people who don't wear glasses who are writing characters who wear glasses;

they get fogged up when we drink hot beverages. they get smudged for no reason. we will push them up using anything in our area (i.e shoulder, whatever is in my hand, scrunching my nose up so they get pushed up, etc.). they get knocked off our faces all. the. fucking. time. when we change clothes we either take them off or they fall off when we pull our shirts off. we have to clean them after being in the rain. we own multiple pairs of them, not just one lone pair for our whole lives. most people don’t wear them in the pool, but some have extra old pairs for the pool (like me). some people take them off during sex, that’s fine! but some people keep them on. they don’t get squished into your face when you kiss (most of the time. at least from what i’ve experienced and i’ve got some mf big glasses). if we look down and look back up while you talk/to peek up at something, we will just peek blindly over the top of them. we clean them on whatever item of clothing is closest. some of us have prescription sunglasses and some of us wear contacts when we need to wear sunglasses. please keep some of these in mind when you write characters with glasses cause y'all who have 20/20 vision keep telling me all characters sleep in their glasses and own the same singular pair from age 6-25 and they never clean them.

rainysuggestion

( there’s this but you missed a few iconic glasses traits - “where’d I put my glasses” (is wearing them) - new glasses getting scratched on basically nothing. where’d the nick come from? we just don’t know. - forgetting you’re wearing synthetic material and just smudge the junk on your glasses around - after doing so, proceeding to hunt down any friend who is wearing a more cottony material - getting eyelashes on your glasses - stabbing yourself in the face with the arm of your glasses - “woah are you blind?” - “how many fingers am I holding up??” - walking into a warm room from the cold and suddenly being unable to see because your glasses fogged up - going outside and everything is Super Crisp 1080p - having three pairs of glasses and putting all of them at once - “aw dude you have transition lenses? lucky.” - the non-glasses scrutinising squint - taking off your glasses and suddenly you’re a different entity entirely - if you’re too good for taking off your glasses when dressing/undressing, realising you didn’t pull the collar of a shirt out enough and subjecting to your fate )

pigeonacademic

-For female characters wearing eye makeup is pretty much useless

writerinhighheels

- the reason why is because no matter what we do, the mascara will smear on our glasses

- thinking “Oh, there’s a little smudge. I’ll just clean it quickly”, then taking the glasses off and wondering how the hell you could see with what looks like three layers of dirt on them

- giving your loved one a little kiss but in the wrong angle so their nose touches your glasses

- the look™ when you’re in your bed lying on the side with your glasses on (aka the glasses are skewed)

spinejackel

- the sigh when you reach for your glasses and instead of grabbing them, you just knocked them onto the floor

- blindly feeling around for your glasses. yes, we all have velma moments.

- alt: if you have prescription sunglasses. wearing those to find your glasses when you misplaced them

- the “how blind are you compared to me” friends with glasses trade off

- Falcon Vision headache when you get a new prescription

- trying on all the fun frames when you need a new pair, but picking a pair that are similar to your old pair in the end

- alt: you do get a fun new pair and the wait for someone to ask “did you get a new pair of glasses?” (it’s like a bold new haircut but for your eyes)

floryanna

Don’t forget

- I didn’t put my fingers in my glasses, how can i have five fingerprints smudges?

roboticonography

“Is the smudge on my glasses or my eye?”

Glasses are inevitably the most interesting part of your face to a baby. Babies will grab them off your face if you give them half a chance.

goatatemynametag

If your hair is long near your face, the special pain of getting your hair caught in the hinge of your glasses

The person with transition lenses immediately replying “they kind of suck because they don’t get dark enough”

The RAGE of one thousand super novas that burns through you when you see some celebrity or Instagram model wearing huge ugly ass retro glasses because you were alive when that was the ONLY choice and you got mocked mercilessly for it.

Not realizing how soap scummy your shower is because you never wear your glasses in there and therefore can’t see the build up

Accidentally keeping your glasses on when stepping into the shower and being grossed out at actually being able to see the state of it

Wishing to god you were farsighted when you break or lose your glasses and are nearsighted because farsighted people can just go to the drug store and get those reader glasses for like 10 bucks. Meanwhile you have to make an appointment, move some money around and make a blood sacrifice to the insurance gods that a frame of glasses you like are actually covered by your vision insurance. (This may be just an American thing.)

Dealing with minor problems with your glasses for over a year because your insurance only covers eye exams and frames every other year and your a cheap ass who doesn’t want to pay out of pocket. (This may also just be an American thing.)

The WEIRDNESS of going to the eye doctor for something other than new glasses

krakenartificer

The strange but undeniable joy you feel when you’ve done the how-blind-are-you glasses trade, and your vision is incontestably worse than anyone else’s!

Being excited about thin new rimless glasses…. and then realizing that the figure-8 piece of the rims was the only part of your glasses you could kinda vaguely see without your glasses on, and if you set this $1500 pair of glasses down somewhere without thinking about it, you will never see anything ever again.

Deciding that you can take this sweater off without taking your glasses off first, and then feeling that first shift of the stem on your ear, and realizing that this is what Icarus felt when that first feather slipped out of molten wax, that your downfall is inevitable and you brought it on yourself.

No but seriously, I’ve had glasses since I was 7, I learned not to grab them by the lenses at the same time I was learning how to load a dishwasher, I only ever grab them by the stem or by the rim how are there fingerprints on my lens?!????!? (Oh, and for transition lenses that don’t get dark enough, get a pair of clip-on sunglasses to go on top of the transitions. My husband’s light-sensitive and he loves this combo.)

ms-demeanor

You take your glasses off or get contacts and it’s not the Princess Diaries Wow Who Is She thing, all of your friends go “No, that’s weird, you look weird, put your glasses back on.”

Divots on the side of your head

Learning About Glasses Fetishists