#i’m so bored even tho i should be sleeping but if this means i can spend time interacting with my mooties patooties im all sat!!!

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It's crazy because I read the post you made called cut it out, I believe? before you followed me, and I was like, "HUHH?" I absolutely love your hoon post and really love your personality, I’m being foreal! 💗 (Yes, I was stalking your blog... don't ask..) Anyways! I'm so glad we're moots!! :3 (if you wanna be friends I would love that!!)

blog stalker.. IM GUILTY IN SO MANY CASES OF THIS🙏 but i wish you could see my reaction cause i was legit jumping around my room and im still going a little insane ILYSM FOR THIS!?,!!? im so so SO glad you liked it, you don’t understand how much this genuinely means to me :( also of course i’d love to be friends :333 in just so awkward when it comes to starting a convo so im sorry 🫠

also shoutout to everyone as well, i never thought id meet such amazing people on here since i was just starting as a reblogging blog (still mostly am unless yall want me to switch up) and im so grateful and appreciative for just EVERYTHING 🫶🫶🫶 love u all lots kisses and hugs xx!!!

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King of my heart | MS47 | part. 15

Pairing: mick schumacher x hamilton!reader (she/her)

Warnings: curse words, mentions of food and alcohol, mentions of sex (no smut tho), tooth-rotting fluff, not proofread, etc etc. Minors DNI!

word count: 4.1k

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Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he throws cautious carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

A/n: There are a bunch of moments between Gina and Yn, and Yn and Corrina, and especially Mick and Yn. I know some of you are curious as to what happened after the last smau chapter, but I need to show Yn and Mick before so that you can understand what happens and why it happens when it does. I hope you guys like it! Thank you so much for all the reblogs, comments, and likes, it means a lot and I would love it if you guys kept it coming (they really motivate me to get things done faster lol). I will probably be posting some extras during this week and, hopefully, chapter 16 which will be a regular chapter too. Let me know your thoughts, and make sure to send my work or this fic to a friend as a rec *mwah*

*The first part happens right after the China GP (chapter 10 here)

*SMAU VERSION

“Can you turn it off?” Yn mumbled, moving her face closer to Mick’s neck, burying herself there as if by a miracle the sound wouldn’t reach her from that spot. 

The German scratched his eyes with the back of his hands, stretching his body as far as he could with Yn’s weight on top of him, “I fear we have to get up.” 

“No, can’t do,” she answers while trying to merge her body with his, which takes a bunch of her curls to Mick’s face. It tickles him, and Mick can only chuckle, especially when she adds, “I think I’m still hungover. How can you even consider leaving the bed?” 

“C’mon, I gotta shower and find something healthy to eat before getting to the paddock,” it’s the German’s response, fingers tenderly trailing down Yn’s body. 

The Hamilton pushes herself up, elbows propped on Mick’s naked chest, her sleepy brows raising, and her hand confidently lifting to him in a greeting manner. Mick snickers, foreseeing her dirty joke, but Yn did not crack, only smirks and joshes, “Nice to meet you. Did you know my middle name is Healthy? Pretty close to Hamilton as you can tell too.”

She looked so pretty, he thought, all giddy and smiley, wearing nothing but his shirt, perched on top of him, body still soft with sleep, and coated by a post-orgasm glow. Mick huffed moving one of his hands to her waist to keep her in place while the other pulled some of her curls from her face. Her brown skin gleamed under the natural light coming from the big window in front of them. He swore he could spend days admiring her without getting even remotely bored. 

Meanwhile, Yn was doing the same, studying him study her. The way his blue eyes would move attentively, sometimes using his fingers to trace the path his eyes took. He would brush it around her collarbone, under her chin. He would draw her lips without even noticing he was doing so, and she would smile because nothing ever felt quite like that. 

Nothing ever felt as natural as being with Mick.

“Shower sex?” she breaks the moment with another playful joke and shrieks when the blonde gets up, hauling her body on his shoulders and power walking to the bathroom. Their laughs echoed right before their moans and silent promises. They had yet to choose which one was their favorite symphony. 

– 

Yn had just finished drying her hair and was now giving the final touches, Mick was sitting patiently on the marble of the sink, attentively observing her movements, “We should go sightseeing later today,” he suggested. 

“That would be nice, actually,” the Hamilton agreed, breaking the distance between their bodies with short steps. Less than a second and she was standing between his legs, grinning up at him, “thought, I would agree to do about anything if it meant staying close to you,” she confessed, and Mick felt his heart falter a beat. It was still new for him the way she openly praised and confessed what she was feeling and thinking. 

He was enchanted. 

Mick beamed pinching Yn’s chin between his pointer and forefinger and bringing her face for a tender kiss. Their lips brushed tentatively, and she found a home for her hands on his shoulders and waist, her gentle touch made him humm in appreciation right before he dived into her, exploring each other as much as the physics of the position permitted. Everything was amplified by the feeling of their body heat and the fast pumping of their hearts. Tingly stomach, clenching lungs, burning cheeks, sweaty palms. Kissing someone never felt like this before, and they were both over the moon to experience it with the other. 

It would be hard to go around their days without touching after discovering every little detail and feeling they did. Yn could only pray her eyes didn’t turn her in. 

And as it turns out, her eyes didn’t turn her in because they were together for almost a month. What did screw things up, however, was the internet. The media started to speculate even more, which meant tons of paparazzi around her and, worse, Mick’s family. Lewis was used to the flashes and the comments, and he knew his sister and the Schumacher were together, Yn told him during the Baku week, nonetheless, he was stressed about how everyone was invading their privacies, things went as far as the oldest Hamilton giving a rude answer when asked about it. 

So that meant Yn was as stressed as ever, and she felt responsible for putting everyone on the spot. That’s what she told Corinna while they were having breakfast at the paddock. It was the Miami race week, things were hectic, everyone was super busy with everything, and still, they had to deal with the internet’s attention. Both Yn and Corina were aware that their breakfast trip too would be all around Twitter before the day was over. 

“It’s not your fault, honey,” the oldest Schumacher assures Yn, hands extended at the table, fingers intertwined in an attempt to calm Yn.

“How did you deal with this when you were younger?” Yn asked, but then added, “If you’re comfortable, I don’t want to make you talk about something that may make you sad.”

Corina smiled at Yn’s consideration. She was always a sweetheart, yet would joke around and make everyone laugh. The Schumacher understood why Mick was head over heels for the youngest Hamilton. “You get used to it, sometimes you gotta set boundaries and tell people what's off limits, but there’s a part of your life that inevitably has to be public,” she explains. “You’re both famous in different fields, but connected by your brother’s career too, so I think that’s the reason why everyone wants a peek into your relationship,” Corina’s voice was soft and she delivered every word holding tightly Yn’s hand, the oldest woman knew how it felt to have to choose between love and privacy. She knew how hard it was in the beginning and she knew the importance of having guidance. It wasn’t just being exposed as a person, but as a couple, and that added extra pressure to the relationship. “I love Michael, so it was an easy choice. It didn’t change the fact that I had to get used to everything, but it helped me think about our future and present together whenever I got anxious.” 

Yn took a deep breath. She liked Mick more than she initially thought. Being closer to him, sharing secrets, thoughts, fears, and affection with someone always brings them closer, and the Schumacher was so near her heart that she was afraid he was already with half of his body inside, making a home for himself there. Still, it’s a difficult situation when you’re in between with your feelings, and you don’t know if you love them or you just like them a lot, and it gets hard to make decisions such as Corina’s. It puts you in the mirror facing your own wrongdoings and fears, you have to ask questions and deliver honest answers because the next step will be supported by it. One wrong wording, and you can trip. 

“I’m really sorry for putting you in the spot again with all the paparazzi and internet comments,” Yn glances at her untouched plate, heart heavy and body tired. 

“Hey,” Corina calls, “I don’t care about it. It is an inconvenience, but it’s nothing new to me or Gina, or Mick. What I do care about is my children's happiness, and Mick cares for you, he smiles more when you are around, and even Angie seems to be obsessed with you. I can’t be more unbothered by noisy people who don’t really know about our family, talking on the Internet,” she offered.

They shared eye contact for another minute, smiling knowingly and affectionately at each other. And so with her heart warm and with a big smile on her face, Yn tossed part of her fears away and started a new topic, a fun one, finally biting on her food. 

Sunday proved to be a tough experience for both Hamilton’s. One dealing with privacy problems, and the other dealing with a sixth position in a race that was supposed to treat him right. Yn watched everything with her dad, Corinna, and Gina by her side, and although it wasn’t the outcome they were waiting for, it was a good experience to share that moment with them. Gina was an avid watcher, whilst Mick kept attentive eyes on the screen, only occasionally speaking, Gina would cheer and grab Yn whenever Lewis had to slow down for a curve or a car got too close. It took a couple of jump scares for Yn to get used to how Gina would suddenly go for her arms or almost yell something, but by the middle of the race, the Hamilton would be ready for her friend’s manner. 

When the race was finally over, Yn was leaning on her father, a small pout on her lips thinking about how bummed her brother must be with the results. Lewis, just like her, would always set high goals and would do just about anything he physically could to reach it. It was something that she admired about him, and he admired about her, and both worried about each other. Their similarities made them share similar problems too, and at those times one of the few people who could calm their racing minds would be their dad. 

“It’s time to get you cape, super dad,” Yn tried to lighten the mood, and Anthony, her dad, chuckled. He turned, planting a kiss on her forehead, and smiled when he saw Mick approach them. 

“Gina’s in the bathroom,” Yn pointed behind her, and the German nodded.

“Yeah, I saw her leaving… I- uhm got you some water and the chocolate bar you like,” he moved the two things in his hand, “I didn’t see you eat nor drink during the race. I thought this could lift your mood a bit too.” 

Anthony watched everything unfold in front of him. The way his daughter stared at the blonde in front of them, how her lips curled in a genuine smile and her eyes twinkled in a way that only someone who had known her since forever would notice, the way it did when she was trying to bottle her emotions, to keep her reaction’s a whisper, instead of let it be heard by others. 

“Thank you, mouse,” Yn smiled, taking a swing from the water and eagerly opening the sweet bar, but nothing tasted sweeter than knowing Mick was paying attention, that he thought about her, that he worried about her even when his mind was focused on something else. 

“Would you like something too, Mr. Hamilton?” Mick asked. “I didn’t-” 

Anthony interrupts with a playful chortle, “You didn’t pay attention to me,” it’s a statement, but although it could be interpreted as a bad thing, it doesn’t sound like something terrible for the oldest Hamilton seeing as he is smirking at Mick. “But you did share your attention between the race and my daughter, so I gotta give you that.” Anthony jokes, and Mick relaxes. “I’m good, got some water and food while you kids were focused on not cursing or screaming.” 

Just as he finished his sentence, Gina returned from the bathroom. “I’ve been watching races since a kid, but it still stresses me and makes me wanna curse a pilot or two,” 

“Or twenty,” Yn added, and the whole group shared a laugh. 

“Or twenty,” she agrees.

“Twenty what?” it was Corinna’s voice approaching.

And so they tried to focus their conversation on the light topic before Yn and her dad went to Lewis for some much-needed family time. Yn let her dad do the talking, while her brother leans on her, sweaty forehead on her shoulder and one of his hands clasped on hers. It’s their silent way of communicating they got each other’s back. A reminder that the other is there and won’t leave. Lewis tried to argue about how sixth wasn’t good, but neither of the Hamiltons’ were having that, so they stayed together until Lewis had media duties, now with his mind in the right place. And Yn made him promise her they would go out with their friends to celebrate the points. 

And that they do. 

Monday starts early, or at least that’s what Yn gathered when she woke up to soft kisses on her naked back. The room was still fairly dark just a bit of light was spilling from the sides of the big curtains giving the space a nice coloring. She spotted her clothes scattered on the ground along with Mick’s, and she mumbled in her hazy state when his lips found her shoulders.

“It’s time to wake up,” it was a whisper, but his voice was always thicker in the morning, which gave Yn chills. 

“Two more hours,” was her plea. 

Mick laughed, his lips now on the sweet spot of her neck, kissing and biting, and taking a meowl out of Yn’s lips, “You’re the one who came up with the idea of going out today. C’mon, it’s a beautiful day,” his voice is so melodic, spoken between kisses, in synchrony with his exploring and gentle hands on her. It feels like a beautiful day indeed, but Yn just wanted some more hours of sleep after spending most of the Sunday night talking in bed with Mick. She could still hear their laughs and feel her belly hurting from how much they did it. 

“How come you know it’s a beautiful day if the curtains are closed?” It’s her sassy response, but Mick knows she’s just trying to buy a bit more time. He will answer, she will mumble something back, he will answer yet again,  and this time she will be snoozing. 

He’s attentive. 

Mick loves to observe Yn. 

So his answer is simple yet effective, “We went to bed together and woke up together. How could it not be a beautiful day?” 

And that get’s Yn full attention. She turns, her back now on the mattress, Mick’s weight deliciously on top of her, his sweet, yet sleepy smile takes her breath away for a second or two, “You’re so cheesy,” she whispers, one hand rubbing her eyes, the other holding Mick’s bicep as if silently telling him to stay close. 

“I got you to wake up.”

Yn nods her head lightly, eyes closing again, but this time to contain her lips from forming their own sentence, confessing what her mind has yet to discover. She smiles, and it’s so beautiful. Mick wants to keep the image in his head forever. 

“You’re right.”

“About what?” Mick asks, dipping his head to kiss her naked skin again. Yn’s fingers thread throw his blond strands messing his hair a bit more. 

“It’s a beautiful day.” She opens her eyes again, big brown orbs getting lost in the soft details of Schumacher’s face. “Why can’t we stay here forever? This could be our kingdom,” it’s her sleepy comment, but something she has been thinking about a lot. Life was so much simpler when it was just the two of them inside a room. She wanted to keep and cherish their feelings. It was so precious and intimate sometimes Yn wished it could be their secret for longer than they knew would be. 

“Queen of my heart,” Mick purred in her ear, lips trailing kisses from that spot to her face. 

“King of mine,” she breathed her confession lacing her arms around his naked chest and melting into the hug that followed. 

Both of them were aware of what their confession meant. 

It felt too soon to say I love you, but it was never too soon to swim through it, to discover their feelings, to get used to how each praise and word sounded, to the secrecy and intimacy of sharing how falling for the other felt. 

There were many ways to confess, show and feel love.

Mick and Yn were discovering it day by day. 

–

“And don’t take forever, please, Sir!” Yn joked, and Lewis rolled his eyes before slamming the bathroom door. Mick laughed at the siblings' antics. 

It was about an hour after the couple had woken up, and they were now in the process of dragging Lewis out of his room. The oldest Hamilton was usually, contrary to Yn, the early bird. Lewis would be up and doing just about everything before the clock hit seven am, but it was a post-race Monday, and sometimes he gave himself the luxury of sleeping in (which would usually consist of sleeping until eight am).

Today, however, Lewis was woken up by his sister and his friend, chaotically fussing him to change so they could have breakfast. And what else could he do if not follow? How could he ever say no to his sister when she was so radiant and smiley in the morning? 

Lewis played the older brother part and pretended to be annoyed by the duo before finally giving in and following their script.

Which consisted of breakfast in the hotel with part of the grid, who was going to go with them, half of the morning at the beach enjoying the Miami weather and clear sand, and then a boat party, which was not supposed to be a party but rather just a gathering with some low music and drinks, but Lando was one of the few who volunteered to get everything together, so neither Yn nor Mick was surprised when the boat friendly gathering turned into a yacht party. 

Yn remembers drinking and swimming with Gina, drowning shots with Pierre and Yuki, and spending over an hour discussing music with Lewis and Charles. Between every conversation and interaction she had with her friends, her eyes would always find Mick from across the boat or in the water. They would smile at each other, sometimes stare for as long as possible without raising people’s attention, and then go about their day. She wanted to stop by his side and kiss him or help him with sunscreen on his cheeks and back, but although they were friends, they were still a secret for some new guests, and there was always the possibility of cameras catching. So they kept it to themselves.

Or at least they tried.

And they did it for most of the party.

Until they couldn’t anymore.

That’s how they found each other in the bathroom, on the bottom floor of the yacht. 

Flush cheeks, warm bodies, and loose giggles. The music from the party was muffled, and they reveled in each other’s touch. Eager hands exploring every surface of the other’s body. Mick’s arm curled around Yn’s waist, pressing against each other harder and moaning in her mouth. She grinned into the kiss, humming and biting his lower lip. He tasted like alcohol, with a salty tinge to it thanks to the sea and the sunscreen. His hair was still damp from when he was swimming, and Yn threaded her fingers between them, pulling lightly.

They pulled away to catch their breaths, and Yn attached her lips to his collarbone, kissing and biting it, enjoying the way he leaned into her, as if in surrender to her caressing. Mick cups Yn’s cheeks between his hands, staring into her eyes, and it’s like time freezes for a second. 

She smiles. 

He smiles too. 

His lips parted to say something, but before he could, there was a knock on the door. 

“Oi?”

“Occupied!” they both shout over the muffled music and the closed door, and they laugh after noticing that now whoever is on the other side knows that a couple is making out in the bathroom. 

“We should get back to the party,” Mick sighed, and Yn silently agreed, standing on her tiptoes to give him another kiss. 

“See you up there,” it’s whispered on his lips, and he smiles, giving her another peck and finally letting her body go. 

He watches as Yn fixes her bikini in front of the mirror, and blows him a kiss before opening the door and leaving. Mick takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and all the blood rushing through his body. He can still feel her body pressed against his, her smile on his skin. He takes some time to get ready before going back to the party, and when he does, Yn is sitting with Gina, her hands now occupied with a drink, and one of her big smiles gracing her lips. 

“This party was the best idea ever, Yn,” Gina gushed, passing Yn a water bottle. “I’m letting loose before the competition in two weeks. I feel like I was getting too anxious,” she confessed, and Yn nodded. 

“When is it happening?” Yn asked and then added, “The exact date, I mean.” 

Gina took a sip from her drink, sitting cross-legged and turning her body slightly in Yn’s direction. They watched as Mick strolled toward them, a tipsy smile on his lips, seeing the two interact. He sat on the ground, body leaning on the seat, parting Yn’s legs to accommodate his large shoulders.

“May 28th,” was the oldest Schumacher answer.

Yn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “It’s the date of the Monaco race, right?” She asked, and Gina shrugged and nodded. “You’re going?” Yn nudged Mick with her feet, and he grabbed it, directing her calf on top of his shoulders and in front of his chest. 

“I tried, but it’s a hectic season. And it’s literally race day. I couldn’t get the day off,” Yn observes Gina’s and Mick’s instance. They seem bummed with the whole situation. But who wouldn’t be? It’s his sister's tournament, and he won’t be there to cheer for her. And she felt her heart squeeze with the idea of Gina competing without a familiar face in the stands for her. 

“But Corinna’s going, right?”

Gina shook her head, and Yn bit her lip in thought. 

“She originally would, this ride was supposed to happen in the middle of the week, but something came up, and they had to reschedule,” the blonde girl explained.

The youngest Hamilton played with the strings of her swimsuit, while her mind came up with solutions for the current problem, “I could go,” she suggests. “If you want me there, that is. Only if you’re comfortable,” Yn is quick to add. 

Yn witnesses Gina’s face change from a small frown to a big smile. Her eyes twinkled, and her posture relaxed, before she pursed her lips, questioning, “But how about Lewis? He’s racing, isn’t he?” 

“Yeah, but Dad will be there, and so will Mick,” Yn grins, catching Mick’s eyes for a split second before looking back at Gina.

“Would you do it? Would you trade Monaco for Oklahoma to watch me ride a horse- It’s noisy, and very country. Do you like country stuff? Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” now Gina’s rambling, excited but also nervous with the perspective of Yn regretting her decision. 

“G, breathe,” Mick reminds his sister, and she catches her breath, takes a sip of her drink, and then turns to Yn again.

“You’ll have a familiar face rooting for you in the stands. I will need a cowboy hat, though. I don’t have any.” 

The blonde lets out a small squeal and lunges to hug Yn spilling their drinks in the process. They laugh, and ignore the sticky and sweety tinger of the alcohol and fruity juice, embracing each other.  

Yn can’t see, but Mick is watching them from his spot on the ground. Neck turned in an attempt to get an even better view of the bond between them being straightened. He feels his heart warm with the image, how Gina’s eyes are closed and her lips spotting a large smile, how she looked more relaxed, happier because of Yn.

All because of Yn.

It’s a beat before they exchange some more words, Mick is too deep into his own thoughts, he only notices Gina getting up in the direction of the hose by the end of the yacht, and he takes the opportunity to get up. 

“I think we will need another trip to the bathroom,” he whispers in Yn’s ear, and she smiles.

“I can clean up in th-” She stopped herself when she saw his expression. A mix she now knew to be admiration and arousal. 

“Thank you for sacrificing Monaco for Gina,” he mumbled when they reached the corridor, not even waiting until they got to the bathroom to smash their lips in a kiss. 

“It was nothing,” she dismisses it, and he shook his head.

“It was beautiful, and it was a lot. You’re too beautiful.” He praised, and Yn could only let her lips be devoured, her body be consumed, and her mind convinced of every compliment Mick whispered to her in their little bubble. 

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Disclaimer:

THIS IS PART 1 OF A FREESTYLED TRANSLATION BASED ON AN MTL OF THE NOVEL - I DO NOT KNOW KOREAN (tho I did read the available translations of both the manhwa and novel) AND I'M NOT TRYING TO BE ACCURATE TO THE EXACT ORIGINAL SENTENCES/MEANINGS, BUT MORE JUST THE OVERALL ATMOSPHERE OF EVERYTHING (so maybe it's more accurate to call this a very much inofficial localisation??)

MOST IMPORTANTLY, I'M DOING THIS BECAUSE IT'S FUN - now, onto the text:

#01. Ji9Star

'Please someone come save us - if we have to keep going like this, we’ll die.'

Even the fan whined as it kept on spinning, blowing ever more hot air his way. A closed office like this, without air conditioning in the middle of summer... This had to be employee abuse. Yeo-woon sighed and opened the messenger program at the bottom right of his screen.

‘Fake friends (Ad) On a hot day like today, this can cool my heart….’

Everything really had perfectly aligned to make people feel as miserable as possible. Why was it that the only ones who reliably contacted him first were sponsored ads? Maybe it was time to get some better friends… But instead, he opened their group chat and sent a message to express his boredom.

- Did you guys get lunch?

Seon-yong: no. I want pizza

Jeong Se-hyung: Fuck everything. I swallowed so much hate today, I won’t need anything for the rest of the week.

Jeong Se-hyung: Manager, how can you expect all this shit to get done in just one day?? Could YOU actually do that???

Jeong Se-hyung: Guess when you next drag us out drinking, I’ll just pretend like I don’t know my actions have consequences either and punch you in the face to make you pay for it all.

Seon-yong: lol

Seon-yong: you’re still better than lee yeo-woon. I saw that guy put away money in a savings account

Seon-yong: for a hitman

Jeong Se-hyung: ? Lmao got barely enough cash for an emergency fund, but still pretends he can pay for luxuries like that.

- And now I’m going to make another one just for you ^^

Jeong Se-hyung: Waa

Seon-yong: do it

And so he realized once more that it was work time. Those who would drop off the face of the earth after six in the evening read and answered messages faster than anyone else at this hour.

Jeong Se-hyung: So where should I download my resignation letter from?

Seon-yong: wait but you just bought a car haha

Seon-yong: you got a lot of money lying around?

Jeong Se-hyung: Oh, thank you. Your compassionate words have calmed my rage…

‘I’m bored.’

There was another chat that caught Yeo-woon’s eye while he was aimlessly spinning the mouse wheel with his finger. The saved name for that person was ‘Business Partner’.

‘I’m bored. Maybe I can message him first, for a change? It’s been a while since I did that.��

Yeo-woon double-clicked the chat to open it and put his hands to the keyboard.

- Are you still sleeping?

He pressed Enter to send the question, but then the ‘1’ next to the message refused disappear, indicating it wasn’t being read. This ‘Business Partner’, whenever he was up, was someone who gave answers faster than a speeding bullet. Yeo-woon, who had been waiting for a reply for a while now, guessed that he must still be asleep.

- They didn’t fix the aircon today either.

- Remember today’s the deadline?

- I won the bet hah.

He was laughing in the text, but in reality he couldn’t even smile thanks to the overwhelming heat.

‘Boss, is it really such a waste to you, to fix the air conditioning? Then surely living is a waste to you as well…’

Yeo-woon picked up his charging cell phone and opened its banking app. After depositing another 30,000 won into the ‘hitman savings account’, he stared for a while at what he managed to save up so far. Then he put his phone down again.

“I’m having trouble saving any money…”

He took a deep breath and glanced at the clock on the computer screen. It was just past one o’clock. What a time for that person to still be asleep… It was such an enviable life. Yeo-woon leaned back in his chair and drooped like a sloth.

“…hot.”

‘I’m hot, sleepy, hungry and tired. If this isn’t a beggar’s life, what is? I really want to go home. I want to quit my job.’

He wanted to go home and play games to his heart’s content and whenever he’d get sleepy, get to lie down and sleep right away.

“Assistant Lee.”

“Ah!”

At the sound of a voice behind him, Yeo-woon hurried to mash the Esc key, until the chat window disappeared. When he stiffly turned his head, he saw Assistant Manager Kim, a grin on his face and wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of one hand.

“Sir?”

“What’s up? Were you doing something?”

“Oh, no. I just didn’t expect…”

“What, were you surprised?”

“…Ah, right. Just surprised.”

Yeo-woon smiled calmly and swiveled his chair around. Surely, the contents of that one group chat remained unseen... If his plan to kill the boss was discovered, Yeo-woon’s hard-earned image of a healthy, polite, and upright elite would go up in flames.

“Here’s Assistant Lee’s coffee.”

‘…Oh, maybe he really didn’t see it?’

“Haha, thank you…”

Yeo-woon smiled awkwardly and accepted the coffee he was offered with both hands. When Assistant Manager Kim handed it over, he could tell there was ice rattling inside the disposable cup. Some water droplets that had formed on the surface of the cup ran downwards, making his palms wet in the process.

“You skipped lunch, didn’t you? Are you okay?”

“I feel a little bloated today. When that happens, I just throw up whatever I try to eat.”

“Oh my, what can be done about such a sickly disposition in a guy?”

“Haha, I’ve just always been a bit weaker in the summer.”

‘So fix the aircon, for fuck’s…’ Yeo-woon internally grumbled.

“When I’m not feeling well, for me, hm… Is it okay for you to drink coffee on an empty stomach?”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

“But you usually don’t eat breakfast either. It’s never good to put caffeine into an empty stomach.”

“Thank you for your concern.”

“Well, I can’t let my subordinates come to harm.”

‘Pretty sure I’d sooner pass out from heat stroke than get sick from some coffee…’

“Don’t worry, I got a death insurance.”

“Oh, does it work well?”

“Well, I haven’t died yet…”

“That’s true. Then tell me your verdict later.”

Assistant Manager Kim was laughing as he flapped his shirt, while Yeo-woon just wondered what was so funny to him. Judging by the bright red face, he seemed just as affected by the relentless heat. Why did their air conditioning have to break during such a hot summer? It felt like they were being steamed alive in a boiling pot…

“So what do you do after work these days?”

“Me? I exercise.”

“Exercise…? Oh, are you still going swimming?”

“Yes.”

“Ah…. Every day?”

“Yes.”

At Yeo-woon’s answer, he narrowed his eyes and muttered, “Now, that’s not right, is it?”

‘…Are you supernatural, to always know these things?’

Well, he really did exercise, but he couldn’t do it every day. The life of an office worker was just like that.

“The swimming pool is closed on Mondays….”

“….”

“And I was too exhausted the day before yesterday so I couldn’t go.”

“….”

“And I sometimes take weekends off.”

“…Hmm.”

“Uh, and something also came up yesterday…”

In the end, the truth was that he hadn’t gone more than once or maybe twice this week.

“Assistant Lee.”

“….”

“I know everything.”

Hearing those words, he felt a bit wronged. Originally, it wasn’t this bad. He used to exercise pretty diligently, but this week had been a total disaster…

“But I’m really going today. I even brought my swimsuit.”

“No… I’m not talking about that.”

“Ah?”

He grinned in a sinister way at Yeo-woon, as he said things that made no sense. That face, that seemed to know everything, only made him feel even more uncomfortable.

“Assistant Lee! Didn’t you get a lover?”

“…Ah?”

Yeo-woon’s eyes went blank. He had no idea how to react to Assistant Manager Kim’s words. What kind of lover would have suddenly appeared to him…? He didn’t even have the spare time for something like that.

“I can see it so clearly. Nowadays, whenever Assistant Lee is done with work, he quickly packs his bags and leaves right away.”

“…”

“I know what I’ve seen. So you really have a lover, huh?”

“No, it’s not…”

Yeo-woon closed his eyes with a troubled look on his face. He really didn’t have a lover, but he was a bit reluctant to tell the truth as well.

His image at the company was that of a flawless and healthy young man. So to admit that he played video games to a degree that could be called an addiction was a bit… Already, even if he only said that he played games in his free time as a hobby, he was often looked at like he was pathetic.

Yeo-woon’s hobby was playing online MMORPG games. The game he played, ‘Illusion’, had been in the Summer Festival event for two weeks now, and you had to log in for at least three hours a day to receive the rewards.

In addition, in order to do guild quests for limited items, he had to rush out as soon as his work shift ended for the day. Right now, it was also vacation season for all students, so if you didn’t do this, you were likely to fall far behind in the event’s rankings. And even though he wasn’t that interested in the rankings, there was one item he really wanted to have among the ones from this event, so he had no choice.

“...like that?”

“You mean there isn’t one? You don’t have a lover?”

“Yes, there is none.”

“No way…”

“Really…”

“Oh, wait, I know! So it’s just casual?”

He snapped his fingers and had a faint smile on his face. Yeo-woon tried hard to suppress the frown that wanted to overtake his own face. It’s relationships and more relationships with this guy. Why was he so interested in other people’s dating situation?

“If you want to marry your secret lover, you need to save up a lot of money. Right?”

“Haha…”

‘I shouldn’t become a boss like that in the future. I need to resign before something like that can happen.’

Even though Yeo-woon was inwardly scolding him, he showed off his inherent social skills by smiling shyly and shaking his head.

Ding!

“….”

“….”

The assistant manager’s interrogation was interrupted by a sound that came from the monitor. Both of their eyes got stuck on what had popped up on it.

Business Partner: Hey ><

“What business?”

Assistant Manager Kim asked in a puzzled voice. Yeo-woon’s blood froze at the unexpected situation. He usually had the sound turned off, but it seemed like it was turned on now because he played around with some settings earlier and forgot to turn them back.

Business Partner: Awake now

He couldn’t make any excuses and realized the situation right away, freezing, as Assistant Manager Kim smiled slyly and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Is that your girlfriend?”

“…no.”

“The emoticon is so cute. Is she young?”

“That’s not…”

“Is she a college student?”

“No, that…”

Ding!

Business Partner: Hehe I woke up a little late today because classes got canceled

“She’s totally a college student.”

Stop, stop…

Ding!

Business Partner: The aircon’s still not fixed? I feel sorry for you, honey

Please, stop…

Business Partner: The aircon works perfect at my place tho. Do you want to come over?

“That’s your girlfriend.”

“It’s not…”

“It is.”

“It’s not.”

“But why is the name saved as Business Partner?”

“…”

“Look, I don’t mind this! Are you trying to sneakily talk at work?”

“That…”

“Wow, Assistant Lee has become brave, huh? It’s a common problem with kids these days. They all use tricks like these. Interesting though, right? Wouldn’t you agree, Assistant Lee?”

“…”

“Huh? I’m not scolding you for this. Why is your face so pale?”

‘Fuck. Rumors will spread.’

Cold sweat was running down his back. Yeo-woon shook his head vigorously and made one last ditch effort to get the truth out.

“Sir, please! This really isn’t my girlfriend. It’s just a friend!”

“Funny. Does your friend always call you ‘honey’?”

“It’s a friend who calls me that as a joke… Yes.”

‘I’m ruined.’

He wasn’t listening anymore.

‘I wouldn’t even believe that myself.’

There are usually no friends like that. Not without some feelings between them anyway. His lips became dry. Assistant Manager Kim hummed a song that started with “Hello” and took out a toothbrush from a drawer. Yeo-woon kept muttering that it wasn’t true a few more times, talking to the back of his head, but he went ignored.

‘Wouldn’t it be unfair, to blame this all on my nonexistent girlfriend…’

So the arrow of resentment was aimed at someone else instead. Yeo-woon opened the chat window with his ‘Business Partner’ and started typing angrily.

- Now you’re awake, why don’t you also go eat something?

The 1 next to the speech bubble quickly disappeared. So he was watching the chat in real time.

Business Partner: I ordered rice

- Hope you choke

Business Partner: Lmaooooo Is it so hot there it’s like a sauna?

- Hope you choke

Business Partner: Poor you lol

Business Partner: Then come visit my place

Business Partner: My room right now is like Antarctica. It’s so cold

“Why is he asking me to come over to his house every chance he gets these days…?”

It’s too persistent to just dismiss it as a joke anymore. No matter what he’d say, all he got in response was offers to meet up. But he was reluctant because he’d never before met with anyone he got to know in a game, and he felt no real motivation to change that in the future. It would be better for both parties to keep an online relationship exactly where they’d first met: online.

‘I watched I Want to Know last week, and worst case, you might lose your organs and even your vision…’

He’d initially been on the fence about it. But after watching that broadcast, he’d decided against it. Offline group meet-ups shouldn’t be attended, unless you wanted to die.

- Quit joking

Business Partner: Joking? I’m serious lol

Business Partner: You said you’re curious about my place

- Not your place, your cat

- Can’t you at least show me a picture?

- (emoticon)

Yeo-woon sent a peach emoticon with sparkling eyes and confetti falling down. The earnest look on its face made him feel weak, so hopefully his ‘Business Partner’ would feel the same and send a picture of the cat.

Business Partner: Why do you want a picture of my baby? You can take a look in person

- You… ㅡ.ㅡ

‘One more failure to add to the collection.’

It had already been 6 months of him begging for a picture of this cat, ever since he heard a soft meowing in the back of a voice call. He kept hearing it, but still didn’t know its name, or even fur color, or why he wouldn’t just tell him these things.

As he thought about this, he relaxed in the chair. When it suddenly got spun around, he saw Assistant Manager Kim, who had been talking to him earlier and now muttered incorrect lyrics with a toothbrush in his mouth and a rotten expression on his face.

“I’m jealous. Work is over. They all just go home?”

“….”

“And then off to get some action.”

“No!”

“It’s a shame. I have to stay late again today, King of late work right here, Assistant Lee.”

“It’s not like that…”

“Huh? Are you staying late as well for today?”

“…No, I’m going, but… Just listen to what I have to say. Please.”

“Hah. I’m off to brush my teeth, then. Love is such a pure affair!”

He smiled softly, picked up his toothbrushing cup, and walked off. After all, Yeo-woon was known for being the most agreeable person in the office.

Thoughts of pure destruction filled his head.

- Stop texting;

Business Partner: lol? You texted first…

- Then don’t call me honey.

Business Partner: We both know it’s not like that lol. Unless…?

- No butㅠㅠ; Other people mistake you for my lover… I almost got scolded just now.

Business Partner: What lmao then change the screen name

- Already changed.

Business Partner: What is it?

- Business Partner

Business Partner: Huh?

- What?

Business Partner: ?? lmao

Business Partner: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

“…?”

What was so funny about it? Wasn’t it fine? Yeo-woon frowned as he looked at the chat window filled with long strings of hahaha that just kept on coming.

- Why are you laughing?

Business Partner: Ah, he doesn’t even let me laugh

- Is this funny to you?^^

Business Partner: Yes pfffff, thinking about you getting caught like that makes my stomach hurt

- Take medicine^^

Business Partner: It’s not that kind

- I know^^;

Business Partner: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA business partnerㅠ

“….”

‘What’s wrong with Business Partner? Then what should I change it to? I can’t save it as my mother….’

Yeo-woon stared at the monitor with a sullen expression and let out a small sigh.

‘I guess I’ll have to change the name again. But what would be better?’

Business Partner: But we’re lovers

- Uh…

- F off

Business Partner: ㅠㅠ I’m wounded… Honey, is our relationship just a joke to you? Let’s break up

- Go choke some more

Business Partner: ᄃᄃ Am I embarrassing you?

- Yes

Business Partner: ㅠㅠ Am I annoying you?

- Oh yes

Business Partner: lol

Business Partner: But you still like me

“….”

Business Partner: Ah you got caught so now you’re quiet >ᄉ<

“On what basis are you saying this?”

Shocked. That’s how he felt every time, because he was dealing with a guy who loved himself way too much. Or maybe a guy hoping to drive him crazy, with how much he enjoyed making fun of him.

“It’s really not that at all though?”

Yeo-woon repeatedly scrolled up and back down again as he tapped his foot. Every day their conversations went like this. Why was he always like this? Was this normal? Were other gaming couples like this too?

‘I don’t know why we’re talking like this when we’re not really dating. But saying these things would just make it worse…’

- You’re so fucking annoying lol. You’re the most fucking annoying man in the world.

Business Partner: Translation – I really fucking like you, but I got caught and that’s annoying.

- lol

Business Partner: Ugh… Now I have to laugh because I got caught again.

- ㅠㅠ

Business Partner: Ugh… Now I have to cry because I got caught again.

It was a situation much like getting stuck between a rock and a hard place. Normally, he would just go silent at this point, but today he felt incredibly bored, so he’d keep it going for just a bit longer. As he was killing time with this meaningless banter, the office door suddenly opened and he heard a pleasant voice:

“Hello. I’m here to repair the air conditioning.”

“Oh! Hello!”

Behind the man, he could nearly see pure white archangel wings unfolding with a soft flutter.

‘Guess the boss didn’t want to die by my hands today yet! Congratulations on extending your lifespan!’

Yeo-woon was so excited that he kicked away from his desk to get up faster.

- I have to go. Someone came to fix the air conditioning!

He quickly left his computer, and less than a minute later, a small message notification window appeared at the bottom of the desktop, accompanied by the sound of another ding.

Business Partner: Hyung, you remember the bet you made with me, right?

(Next Part)

[sbrown82]

The post about Pat and Mick was really interesting to find out about and look more into. I also felt really weird about the way that girl was pressured into doing things she wasn’t comfortable with, especially at such a young and vulnerable age and coming from a history of trauma and abuse.

The guys from the Rolling Stones are cool and we should give them kudos for the creative stuff they did but I think it’s also ok to acknowledge when they do bad things.

It feels a little like victim blaming to ask why a young woman with trauma didn’t just leave or not do something she didn’t want to - a lot of people who were in downright abusive relationships are asked those very same questions without regard for the different power dynamics and complexities at play. I just feel like the older person shouldn’t have seen that their partner was resisting or uncomfortable with something and had them do it to please them anyway. It sounds more like exploitation than her being given a chance to be free and explore her own sexuality; if that was the case her own interests would be included/catered to and her boundaries taken seriously.

There’s a issue of certain men knowing they can coerce black women because if we speak out no one believes us or fights for us the way they do others so we have to understand and stick up for other black women - especially the younger ones because they deserve to be treated right, like humans and not means to and ends. We don’t have to make excuses for the people that use or hurt when they do that because they’re white men, famous or did other stuff that we like/respect (and if we care for those people we need to hold them accountable so they grow and change for the better). Even if that kind of treatment was more normal back in the day and women were expected and conditioned to just go with it despite their feelings, we don’t have to tolerate it now.

Mick never pressured her to do anything, tho! He never “forced” her to have threesomes and group sex with other women. It just sort of happened because he was sleeping with both P.P. and Marianne at the same time. P.P., who Mick started dating when he was still with Chrissie Shrimpton, also didn’t tell him about what was really going on. He wasn’t aware of her trauma. In one chapter of her book, Mick asked her about Ike and Tina, and she told him Ike was violent, but she never actually told him that Ike raped her. She also didn’t tell Mick that her ex-husband used to beat her. He was always curious as to why she was keen on staying in London, but she never really explained why. She wanted to make records under his label so she wouldn’t have to go back home or with the Ikettes. People weren’t really open about abuse in those days. You just didn’t talk about it. But the Stones all kinda knew about Ike’s violence. Keith, Brian and Bill were also messing with Ikettes and they would tell them about what was going on behind the scenes. And on top of that, even though she was previously married and had children young, P.P. was a bit of a church girl. A lot of Black women and girls in those days didn't have the freedom to explore their sexuality without shame or judgement. White girls can get away with a lot of things that we can’t because we're Black and we’d get called “fast” for it. I think that's where a lot of the hesitation came from. But Mick didn't understand that he's white and from another country. In the book she claimed, "I was a good girl. As boring as that all sounds. Even when I came to England, everybody thinks I’m all hip and everything just because I’m an Afro-American girl. I wasn’t hip! I was boring as hell. And Mick Jagger will tell you that. He was always saying, ‘Why are black girls so uptight?’ Because we have morals. That’s why."

[pearblossommina]

I finished it!!!!

(And here’s a photo of the Pacific Ocean)

(Good god that ending) (I did take notes until about chapter 51 and then I just kinda fell into vacation mode) (here are some notes! From whatever days-of-the-read-a-long)

42

Good stuff

Cuddling

Holding hands

Listening to her trauma dump with rapt attention

This is like, the best first date Celaena’s ever had. (It’s about damn time) (I have been. DYING. For a trickle of romance. A small taste, a sweet little nibble?)

43

So

I’m gonna assume that they are each other’s carranam

(rare)(oh so rare)(so special)

Hey, guys, hurry up and fall in love, let’s get this over with, MY HEART IS READY.

Heyyyy also when they talk to each other wordlessly, is Celaena imagining it, or are they both daemati?

Or is that just a thing that all fae can do in this world?

44

Dude this grandmother is such an awful woman and I hate how abusive she is

(You have a heart, Manon. I know you have one.)

ABRAXOS taking the crossing! Hell yeah!

45

“There was nothing romantic about sharing a bed with Rowan, and they kept to their own sides.” Uh huh. Sure. I platonically sleep with hot guys I’m attracted to all the time.

You know, the thing is, she did love Chaol, but they were only together for like ONE WEEK? I don’t? Understand? How she hasn’t moved on yet? And her feelings for him are so tangled up with her feelings for Nehemia. Like; I’m not judging, I know sometimes people fall in love and it’s just, you know, hard to move on, but?

Girl?

Can you move on?

(I’m complaining but I think it’s so important. SO IMPORTANT. That girls and women have representation like this. Love, and relationships, and complicated feelings, especially in a fantasy novel) (it’s very well done SJM) (Ty for your service)(it does remind me of Feyre/Rhys tho) (I mean if I’m being honest the arc is starting to feel a little same-y) (lol)

46

I just. I dunno if it’s even important to find out the mystery or if I should even care about what the king of Ardarlan is up to.

Idk

It’s the same beast from the library - right? But the king has made millions of them?

And unleashed them on the continent to try and kill off all the fae and Demi-fae, probably in the hopes of eradicating magic?

Does he, specifically, hope to murder Aelin Galathynius or does he just hate fae and magic in general?

47

I’m very confused by this chapter

I mean it’s exciting but

I kind of don’t know what’s going on

48

Wait are we done fighting the creatures???

What about the creatures?

Wait

Then they had all the slaves killed - all the slaves?

(That bastard!)

49

Why does Dorian hate his brother so much

I mean he’s just a kid. A LITTLE BOY.

Sorscha is such a cutie. I wish she had been here when Celaena was still staying in the castle. I mean I know she was, actually, they just ignored her at the time… BUUUUT. I wish she was dating Dorian so that they could have had a cute little friendship square with Dorian and Sorscha and Chaol and Celeana, going out and having adventures and being in tender love before all this shit hit the fan.

These books don’t have enough *love* it’s just intense intensity all the time and sometimes boring plot laden exposition stuff. I like a slow burn but I’m READY for the ignite.

Day 8

50

"I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend."

AWWW

51

“If Narrok planned to lay siege to Mistward,” I don’t know who Narrok is, who is Narrok? Did I space out and miss something vitally important? Did the King of Ardarlan get a name in the last 50 pages or something?

(Maddy read the remainder of the chapters without taking notes) (Maddy is at the beach) (Maddy flies home tomorrow) (The vacation is over and the book is finished) (when’s the next one) (😭😭😭)

[fullsunstrawberry]

hey love!! i have a LOT to say... so buckle in

one- new layout!

two- boyfriend is back from japan i missed him way too much 😅

three- FAMILY DRAMA?!

my oldest brother has always been an asshole, ive also never been that close to him anyway, but he's still an asshole

and my middle brother is like literally my best friend and loves my boyfriend as well so yk we super close and shit

SO MY OLDEST BROTHER was talking shit about my relationship around my middle brother and my brother slapped him in the face (or maybe punched idek the whole story) so now everyone is like so confused and stuff (including me) and kao feels so bad bc he feels like he started it even tho its not his fault 😭 and my middle brother is stressing out bc he just "ruined his whole relationship with his brother" and my older brother... well idrk about him bc we talk only when we need to

anyway so today like at 12 the fam scheduled a zoom meeting so i can talk to everyone to try and see whats going on yk and there was this big argument between my mom and my oldest bro and now everything is so tense and stuff... BUT ON THE BRIGHT SIDE my exams are done and now i can focus on more things other than math and econ (regretting my major choices HARD rn)

hows your school and stuff? pls stay safe and drink lots of water <33

(omg whenever i ask someone about school i feel old)

i have so many stories i need to tell you but im going to hold it in so i dont write a whole novel

(sorry for my grammar and stuff i do math for a reason man)

THIS WAS BASICALLY A ROLLERCOASTER RIDE!!

i’m buckled in 🫡

firstly: you’re new layout is so cute <3

secondly: ahhh i’m picturing the romantic airport reunion! like running to each other at the airport 😍

NOW HERES THE TEA 🍵 🫖 !! I STAN YOUR MIDDLE BROTHER!! hopefully your oldest brother can see how much of a shit he was being and apologize. Also idk which brother’s wedding your planning but he should either be thankful because a. you’re putting so much effort to help one of your brothers and shut his mouth or b. your planning his wedding so he should shut his mouth…either way he should be quiet 🤐

^^this gets me heated cause i have a good relationship with my only sibling and i would never talk shit about his girlfriend :( !!

eyyy i forgot it’s exam season and i’m regretting not studying because my exams are next week 😢 YOURE MAJORING IN MATH AND ECON??? you’re stronger than me 😰 i’m basically failing calculus rn…i’m a business major basically meaning i don’t know what do do with my life yet hahaha

school right now is basically the calm before the storm, all the teachers are rushing to get everything done before all the exams go down and finalizing all my college stuff…i’m planning on going on hiatus for a week or two during all my final exams but hopefully my haechan smau will be done by then 🤞🤞🤞 and I'll still be online and stuff just won’t be posting and texts/reactions gotta keep my sanity somehow

also it was bring your child to work day today and i never felt so old…

i’m a grammar.ly person so if my grammar is wrong i’ll blame it on the app being stupid,, the amount of times i re-read all my work to make sure everything is okay is honestly insane (if i say i haven’t read over what i’ve written it was because i was sleep deprived)

can’t wait to here all your stories <3 my life is kinda boring rn sooo i’m all ears 😍😍❤️

[lana36558]

i like these questions so i’m going to answer some of them :R

2. matches cause lighters really scare me fir some reason

3.most of the time yeah my windows open but sometimes when it’s raining i’ll close it ( great british weather things)

5. i like to say that my eyes are hazel cause they were when i was like 8 or smth but i do think they are just brown now . but saying you have brown eyes just seems really boring but i can’t change them i suppose

7. both, a hair tie to be functional and a scrunchie for the vibes. i’ve got pretty thick hair and i usually find scrunchies elastic isn’t actually strong enough to properly keep hair out of my face so i only use them for the ‘aesthetic’

8.only one cause i lose them all the time. most of them just get left on a poolside

9.i don’t really like coffee but overall i like hot drinks more

12. i have a chest infection so today was a stay in bed day, i did do swimming and sorely regret it now, but i baked some brownies

13.it’s 5 to midnight rn and the last time i ate was probably around half 9pm

14. i have a horrible sense of smell and have no idea what that smells like, but it sounds great

15. i’m 14 years old so no. but i have a tamagotchi, her name is emilie

16. no i can’t and the idea of driving fills me with anxiety, but it’s like 3 or 4 years till i can even start to learn so ig i shouldn’t worry

17.honestly have no clue, i’ve been wearing glasses for like pretty much my whole life and still honestly couldn’t tell you ( i’ve had glasses since i was 5)

19. absolutely, i suck at painting my own nails so i love doing other peoples

20.i would say fizzy drink i guess , or just the name, like i’d just refer to it as a coke not soda

21.this was my parents thing for a while but i have all my birthday cards from my immediate family from every birthday. obviously my parents kept them until i was like 7 or smth but i’ve kept doing it

23. i don’t mind it but my wardrobe is mainly a summery one, though living in england it is mostly cold weather

24.( my fav number) and if i was on a rooftop with a friend i think i’d be looking at the stars/ clouds and just appreciating natural beauty, depending on who it was it’d either be comfortable silence or talking but not really about anything

25.the body shop mango body mist is the only spray i will ever wear as i am emotionally attached to it

27. i probably should be sleeping right now but i’m not, so i will not have slept enough to do anything tomorrow but luckily my chest infection is stopping me from doing most things anyway

29. so it’s boiling my skin off, borderline dangerous temperatures

30.there’s one plate on my desk from when i had a brownie, and there’s a water bottle on my desk

32. absolutely and i can’t shower without it. i have an emotional attachment to that one towel

33.i walked to the supermarket and i got unsalted butter, and it was an adventure because any time i go out of the house is an adventure

34.there’s so many, current song obsessions are, Tornado warnings by sabrina carpenter and under attack by abba

35. british summer time or greenwich mean time

36. i’ve changed it 1ntimes cause at the start it was a fake name and then i gave my tumblr to someone i know irl and i didn’t want them to know i used a fake name

39. i have an unhealthy addiction to carmex lip balm

40. probably i don’t remember what tho

41.idk if this counts but the only way i’ll consume coffee is if it’s like a mocha but instead of 50/50 it’s 90 percent chocolate and 10 percent coffee cause otherwise it’s too bitter and i don’t like it

42.pinterest and instagram , i am on pinterest probably an unhealthy amount but oh well. listening to abba and scrolling through pinterest will never not be my favourite passtime

43.i cannot eat anything spicy at all. which sucks as a vegetarian but my irish dna simply makes me combust when i eat anything with any spice or just any flavour

44.this one kid in my class, i fucking detest him so much

45.not really , i didn’t really do much other than some reading

46.arthur christmas is my favourite christmas film and honestly i think it always will be, it was the first film i ever saw in a cinema

47.i’ve got no clue, i think it was to my best friend and it was something about how i’m always getting ill

48. i’ve never really had any alcohol other than like sips of my mums wine sometimes

49.not consistently but i can sometimes

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[actuallyava]

November 29th

So, I reread everything from yesterday, and I’m not gonna lie… it’s super cringe lol.

Most of me-99.99% of me- is convinced that I’ve officially lost it

Sidebar, but not sidebar: Right now I’m really into Arcane, and Jinx is my favorite character. The whole genius-insanity thing really speaks to me.

Do with that as you will.

Anyway, I’ve felt like Jinx… talking to ghosts and chasing behind delusions of grandeur.

Yet… here I am. Over sober and non-sleep ridden with nothing to blame on why I’ve come back and am writing words that I wouldn’t dare say out loud

Why?

Because they’re too embarrassing!

Remember the whole… aromantic thing I told you about.

Well yeah, this is one of those moments..

Anyway, have you seen Arcane?? If not, you should watch it. It’s super good.

And you may be able to kinda get a glimpse of my personality in the show’s faithful anti-hero.

Yes, she is an anti-hero, just wait until season 2.

I’m not like… bipolar or anything tho.

Well, to my knowledge.

Just between us, even tho I know it’s important to deal with your traumas and discuss with someone of a non biased source…

But…

I’ve never been to therapy because I’m scared of what they might say.

Like…head wise.

I’m not crazy, I swear!

I- I just get scared of what they might do.

Okay, let’s talk about something else.

So my ex.

Because I feel like this may come up another time, and I want to dispel some odd feelings and miscommunications while I can.

(OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE IM REALLY TYPING TO A LITERAL GHOST OF A GUY FROM MY CHILDHOOD ABOUT MY LITERAL TWO AND A HALF YEAR SITUATIONSHIP! IVE LOST MY MIND?!?)

^ that was a momentary lapse in judgement. Or maybe it was me trying to save myself any further delusional brain loss… I’ll do that a couple times… just keep going, okay?

Whatever. I don’t really care what you do anyway. Just know if you see that font, I’m having an internal (usually negative) mental battle.

I’m just gonna keep going anyway.

So my ex… he was…

A tool.

Like he didn’t beat me or anything. But psychologically… he did his big one. He made me feel like I was crazy.

But, honestly, he’s not a bad guy. He just…

Okay, let me explain.

I still feel insane.

Anyway, we met in high school. He was my first… everything.

Before him, I didn’t have anyone showing me a semblance of attention. Or affection for that matter.

May I remind you, you were blatantly ignoring me, so of course I naturally was upset with you as well and pushed you as far as possible out of my mind

And of course into the peripheral of the boys who I saw everyday.

Including my ex.

He didn’t start out bad, but the signs were always there.

Hot tempered.

Stubborn as an ox.

Know-it-all.

Incredibly rude.

And worst of all…

No ambition whatsoever.

I can’t stand that. I’m not saying you should sell your soul for a goal or run yourself into the ground for a lil chump change,

But the guy didn’t even really wanna finish highschool.

I used to help him with his crumpled up 9th grade Math homework at the bottom of his empty book bag our SENIOR year…

And it wasn’t because he struggled in school,

If he did, I could get that.

It wasn’t even that he liked working with hands and school was just boring to him.

No,

He just didn’t care.

I mean, he was as smart as a tac, but for some reason he just didn’t really believe in education of any kind really.

If that wasn’t a red flag, I don’t know what is.

Remember how I told you I liked to read… yeah, if it wasn’t a manga he could flip through in 30 minutes or less, good luck.

Match made in Hell forreal.

Btw: I read mangas sometimes, do you? Let me know if you need some recs.

So, yeah. He was a lot.

It just got even worse as time progressed, and I just didn’t like him anymore.

The guy I met when we first started going out was at least nice to me and tried to be nice to others, but the new version was just mean.

It was gross.

You wanna impress me?

Be nice to people.

Not like, you expect something back, just like genuinely nice to someone outside of me.

That just does something to me, I love a compassionate, kind, generous, and loving man.

Not too friendly tho, I wouldn’t want to cut you because the girls are all over you.

-eye roll-

That reminds me of when we were younger

Sidebar: I had a kinda hard day today with my body, I really hope you don’t think I’m ugly…

Anyway, you wouldn’t know because the girls in our class were always scared of telling you, but the amount of girls would tell me you were cute.

Ugh.

Used to make me so mad.

I was all alone at home, and the only time I could hang out with friends was school, and then all of a sudden EVERYONE needed to tell me during recess that they liked you.

Super annoying.

So, is it like that now? Do the girls just flock to your presence?

I wouldn’t be surprised…

I can’t say I experience the same thing.

I’m sleepy.

I miss you.

-Max

[dollwrites]

I know they barely showed aemond this season! And he’s supposed to be a main character! As far as I can remember in the books right now daemon isn’t doing much and is barely mentioned but aemond has a big role. But the writers of the show decided that daemon and nyra were the only main characters so they LITERALLY made shit up for daemons story line so they could show him more 🙄 when in reality aemond should have been shown way more. Pisses me off so much.

Can I just say that I don’t really like Hugh 🥴 he’s attractive for sure but I can’t get myself to like him. His pride literally killed his daughter, like as a big strong man he couldn’t leave kingslanding like his wife wanted because it would be embarrassing to him to have help 🙄 and then literally left his wife to fend for herself knowing that shit is awful in kl right now. But I will admit he was a badass when he claimed vermithor. I hate ulf too lol that bitch did not deserve a dragon.

I do feel for alicent, like her entire life was dedicated to putting her kids on the throne to protect them and they completely dismissed her from their lives and threw her away. She literally doesn’t know what to do with her life now, her life was this and they were like nah we don’t need your help. It was surprising to me that honestly I think aegon loves and respects her more than aemond when the opposite was true when they were kids. Aegon kept her on the council, he sought her advice, and called out to her when he was burned. Aemond was like why don’t you learn to knit or some shit lol. This whole time she put down aegon as being king when in reality he values her more than aemond does.

Yes corlys is a beautiful man for real, but he went and ruined that by cheating. And how do you do it more than once?? Like after the first one was born he should’ve been like oh shit I messed up I should stop but no he kept cheating, assumingely for years.

Jace is such a dick omg I literally hate him more and more each episode. People love to ignore the fact that he’s classist and looks down on low born, like bro you’re a full on bastard lmao. In got and hotd being a bastard is like the worst thing you can be, people see them literally as lesser humans. If people knew he was a bastard (which I mean everyone DOES know but they’re too afraid to admit it) he wouldn’t be able to inherit. And I hate the way he treats nyra too he’s so disrespectful sometimes. She’s literally the queen he shouldn’t be allowed to talk to her like that. And the fact that he didn’t want her to have the bastards try for a dragon even though that would mean the blacks would lose the war. So he would rather lose the war and have his entire family die than be scrutinized more for his brown hair. The fucking men in this show I swear lol 🙄

Yessss vhagar is literally like an elderly dog sometimes! It was so cute when aemond and her were chilling in the forest and when he was like rest not yet and she went back to sleep like k wake me up when you’re ready for me to fuck shit up 🤭 I get so worried about her and aemond 🥺

Honestly the whole seem where nyra calmed vermithor down was so cool, she literally yelled at him to chill and he actually listened 😭 I don’t love nyras character but she’s so beautiful and ethereal. I think I would like her more if she was less boring and had nothing to do with daemon. But this whole season was basically her doing nothing and then saying “What would you have me do??”

I will definitely send you edits 👀 it’ll be so hard to narrow down which ones I actually want to send you lol, I’ll probably make a whole different ask with them!

HELLO MY LOVE OMG I FINISHED IT… I’ve almost finished it twice actually I’m currently watching it with my mom! She’s so in love with daemon I’m SICK

And I have to be so honest wait,,, you know who ELSE they didn’t show me enough of? Mr Cregan Stark 🥺🥺🥺🫶🏻🐺🫶🏻 HE WAS SO CUTIE I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD… and then I never saw his ass again I am so interested in him though !! I like the starks they seem rough and tumble to me and I find that sexy I also just think winterfell is so pretty I love snow I would like to live there !!

YOU ARE VALID IN YOUR HUGH HATE because he’s a dumb Man AND it was 10000% ON HIM that his daughter died. I was so sad omg. BUT VERMITHOR !! I want to know more about him he’s probably my second fave dragon now, I think he’s so cool

OMG WAIT YOURE SO RIGHT and it kinda surprised me that aemond fired her tbh SKSKSK because when he was a child he was more loyal to her than Aegon seemed. The scene where aemond told larys to get Otto was SO FUNNY TO ME like larys rlly thought he was gonna be hand but that’s crazy and I do like the fact that aemond picks who can play their manipulation games with him he was having NONE of larys’ tricks but he would put Otto back in place as hand which means he has to know that there will be some manipulation going on there. The way he addresses alicent makes my skin crawl to his soft little “Mother?” Is SOOO condescending !!! 😣 he is too sexy I really am down bad !!!

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE WHOLE SEASON HOPING JACE WOULD DIE SKSKKS we probably have to suffer through his existence for the whole show or something. ALSO BACK ON THE TOPIC OF CREGAN… they did me so dirty by putting his only scene in the season with jace like now every time I rewatch that scene I have to see the little LOSERRR !!!

Ahh, and we have so long to wait until the next season HOW ARE YOU HOLDING UP because you’ve been into it for way longer how do you WAIT SO LONG ?!

[1phoenixfeather]

Another announcement, how boring yes, although this for some real new changes, next post will be a story, what it will be I can't say tho.

I want too say that I, Phoenix will not work alone anymore, I invited my friend Destiny who I have been writing with for a time now. And I will take most of the hero x villain stories since that was the original use for this account, he will post lore-oriented stories more for our book/world we're building. Those will be more fantasy, but as much as I am hero x villain fan I also love fantasy. And I do love this book idea, ideas.

A bonus for all of you who been paitent. A continuation of a story line. Enjoy. Here is the first one.

Champion #2

The pain, I shook with every movement and yet every hit was stable and true. It was easy when this was the only way to let out my hate and anger. Or anything else I might feel and never dare to show. 

I never told anyone that I cried myself to sleep each night. Even though my master might know, it was hard to keep secrets from him.

Staggering to my side, feeling the bruises from hours of training. Punch after punch, blood dripping on the floor, mine and my opponents. He's worse than mine, he was shaking worse then I did. Even if I was at the end of my energy, I would continue until I couldn’t stand anymore. Or he fell first.

“Steady, Jay. Flatter a second and you could be dead.” My master pointed out from the sideline, I could do one strike and the training for today could be over. One strike… A second later my master held my wrist in an agonizing grip, I was holding my opponent's neck in a strong grip and he struggled to breathe. “LET GO,” my master looked with a deadly gaze at me, his grip stopping the blood flow to my hand. 

I let go, but he didn’t and his grip only tightened. To the point of breaking, hissing when he didn’t let go even after. “Will you behave? Take out your enemy, not your allies, am I clear?” Their icy eyes his on me. I nodded, breathing in and out. 

I woke up beside my little brother, he insisted I would, the sweat running down my neck. Shaking in fear as if this was a dream or that my master would come and bring me back anytime now. But my little brother sleeping peacefully, despite the pills I been told he taken too. 

Getting up and out the tiny room my brother was sleeping in. My mom was awake, looking at me. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” Speaking softly leaning on the wall.

Trying to smile, “I can’t, I guess we have the same reason.” Sitting beside her, trying to be  brave. 

She embraced me, “I missed you so much, Jay. I’m sorry for all of this,” the tears in her eyes. 

“Don’t Mom…” Despite living the way I did, she wasn’t to blame. “It was my choice too. And maybe one day he will let me out of there. It could be worse,” Stay brave for her. “Whatever he will have me do or for how long. I promise I will come back to you two, nothing in this world can stop me.”

“My brave boy,” holding my face with her small hands. “What was your nightmare about?” Knowing me so well, I shrugged.

“He broke my hand when I was lashing out at training.” She noticed scars here and there, “he did all of it. I am becoming better. If it means you two are safe I can take it, maybe being his champion could one day set you free.” Even if my own life wouldn’t.

“We should catch some sleep, your brother should be up in a few hours and you know how he can be like.” She smiled at that thought and I laughed. I remembered… Happy that all of this hadn’t taken that from him, if I was a fighter. Deadly in a fight, my brother was a runner, fast, and could step away from a punch. “You’re both so talented, that worry me sometimes.”

“Don’t worry. Sleep or we won’t be able to keep up with him later. Maybe I should go back in…” About to rise, when she held my arm. “He will ask questions if I’m not by his side…”

The sadness in her expression, “I know you don’t like to talk about it, he told me what that place was like. I’m here to listen if you need to talk about it…” My face must reveal the pain, how much I did miss them every day. Every day I waited for food to arrive and was allowed to eat. Every day of training fighting, the wounds that was healing and got worse for every day if I wasn’t careful. “My boy…” She was standing now, years had been like this. 

“I’m sorry… I was wondering if I ever was gonna leave.” My brother had grown so much. “I didn’t want anything to happen to you.” There was no guilt, not with me. But my mom… 

“Jay, don’t think like that.” Pulling me into her arms, lightly kissing my forehead. “It may seem dark now, but it will be better. I promise. One way or another it will.”

[unclesteffie]

Put Him First

summary: Stefan shows his appreciation to reader when she fights for him.

pairing: fem!human!reader x stefan salvatore

warnings: 18+/nsfw, angst (platonic), fluff, unprotected sex, oral (fem. receiving)

an: this is my first fic for TVD ever so please be nice my friends. everyone thank @laurensprentiss for this and also @ssahotchie for betaing even tho she’s a hotch whore. it’s an au of sorts where Elena didn’t get put to sleep but they’re still at odds with Lily and the heretics.

word count: 2.1k

The scene in front of you wasn’t a surprise, in fact you’d be more surprised if you and Stefan could have one night of peace. He and Elena, his ex, are arguing. Again. It truthfully doesn’t bother you that Stefan’s so close to her. You know that the two of you are creating your own fate, that your love is real and not some universal dichotomy made up by an ancient spell. What does bother you is how she and Damon push him.

The two of you had just gotten in from dinner, running into Elena who was on her way out. She questions him, and wonders why he hasn’t been answering his phone. All you can do is stand there observing the two of them with crossed arms. Stefan’s agitated, you can tell by the way his shoulder tense under his blue button down, his jaw strained.

“Stefan, he’s your brother.”

“I know he is Elena, but I made a promise to (Y/N) tonight, one that I’ve broken for you and him too many times.”

“Are you really going to turn your back on him?”

“If Damon wants to go into a suicide mission with our mother that’s his choice. I’m done co-signing his bullshit.” Stefan gives her an apologetic look, and walks away, brushing right past you.

“Stefan-“ She starts to follow after him but you take a side step, blocking her path.

“No, Elena, let him go.” You raise your hand, your eyes burning into hers.

Realistically, you know that at least part of you should be afraid of her. She would never do anything to hurt you but she always could. But when you look at her, all you can think about is Stefan and how he deserves more than this.

She pushes her hair out of her face with an eye roll. “Are you really going to let him abandon his brother? Damon needs backup.”

“He’s making a choice for himself. It’s his choice. Not mine.”

“So you don’t agree with him?”

“Actually, I do. What Damon’s doing is stupid and reckless, not that that’s a surprise. We just got peace with your mother and her psycho heretics and he wants to disrupt it?”

“How long is that peace going to last? We just pretend everything’s fine until one of them gets bored and kills one of us? You know they’ll do it, we all do. And you should be the most afraid, you’re human.” Her tone is condescending, one you don’t appreciate but you keep your cool, not wanting this to blow up.

“I don’t know how long it’ll last but we sure as hell don’t need to be the ones to break it.”

“He’s just not acting like himself. The Stefan I knew-“

“The Stefan you knew was in love with you. He would’ve done anything for you. But he’s not anymore, Elena, and you can’t expect him to come at your beck and call.”

“Is that what you think of me? That I expect him to drop everything and come running?”

“Isn’t that what you’re asking him to do?”

She stares at you for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, mouth open as she thinks about your question. You can almost see the understanding materialize in her eyes.

“Now that we’re on the same page, I hope Damon changes his mind. Or at least that the two of you will be safe. I’m gonna go check on him.” You start to walk away when she calls your name softly.

You internally curse, turning around with a bright look on your face. “Yeah?”

“He’s lucky to have someone that fights for him.”

“Somebody in this town has to put him first.” You don’t mean it to be a snide remark but it kind of comes out that way.

When you make it upstairs you lean against the doorframe, watching him pour himself a glass of bourbon. He’s changed out of his button down and jeans, looking irresistible in a white tank top and grey sweatpants.

“Staring is creepy.” He teases in his deep, rich voice.

“Not when you’re mine.” You walk over to him, perching yourself on his desk.

He takes a sip of the amber liquid, eyes not leaving yours. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as you remove the glass from his hand, draining it of its contents. The burn is welcomed, and you can’t decide if it’s his gaze or the alcohol that makes you feel this hot.

“What?”

He comes to stand between your legs, wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the desk. “Somebody’s protective.”

You try to keep your composure and show he isn’t affecting you but you know that it’s pointless. He can hear how your heart rate increases, notices the catch of your breath and the heat in your skin. You try anyway.

“I know you have your ex-lover best friend thing going on, and I’m pretty okay with it but I draw the line at her guilting you.”

He presses his lips together, thinking, before opening them again but you speak before he can.

“I know she didn’t see it that way and the last thing she wants to do is manipulate you but she has to realize that you have a life outside of them.”

“And I’m very grateful for that life. Can I show you?”

“Does it involve us and your gorgeous bed?”

He pretends to think about it for a moment. “It does.”

“Then by all means, I’d love for you to show me.”

The perk about your boyfriend being able to move at the speed of light is that you’re on the bed and both naked in just a couple minutes.

He holds your thighs wide open, the coldness of his ring pressing against your warmed skin. His hold is firm enough to let you not to move, and you surrender to him knowing that he can always make you feel good. The first swipe of his tongue is soft and delicate, almost teasing and you bite your lip holding in the groan.

“I can hear you holding it in. Let me hear you. Please.” He licks a firm line up your slit and you can’t help it, moaning loudly. “That’s it.”

His tongue is precise on your clit, and you look down at him to see his eyes screwed shut, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Your constant moans spur him on, and though he’s holding you in place, you start to move your hips ever so slightly, grinding against him at the pace of his tongue. He knows what that means, and you see him smile against you, eyes still shut as he sucks harder.

“Yes, please, just like that.”

“Like that, or like this?” One of his hands leaves your thigh and he presses a finger into you.

“Like that, like that.” You mewl, rolling your hips harder now that he’s let you go.

He doesn’t stop, his mouth suctioned over your clit, his finger pumping into you relentlessly and you feel your orgasm coming, building steadily within you. When he adds another finger, it’s game over and you fall, spiraling into an orgasm so intense that your vision blurs. He withdraws his fingers and looks up at you, watching as you steady your breathing and shiver from the aftershocks.

You huff and glance down at him between your legs, “Fuck, baby. Mmm, what’s gotten into you tonight?”

“You just,” He leans in to gently lap at you, cleaning you up your juices, “defended my honor. Against my vampire ex-girlfriend no less.”

He kisses up your body, and when he’s nestled perfectly between your legs, his lips hover over yours. “You put me first when I don’t know how to. You’ve been there in ways for me that I haven’t had in a long time.”

“Because I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kisses you and sheaths himself inside of you at the same time, causing you to moan into his mouth.

The words cease as the two of you get caught up in each other. The kisses are deep and heated, tasting of each other and bourbon. Your hands are all over him, smoothing over his chest and back. You can’t get enough of him. He kisses your jaw and then down your throat, careful not to knick you though you can’t say you haven’t thought about what it would be like to go there.

It’s almost like he hears your thoughts, like he can feel you thinking about something so dark and wants to distract you, and himself, because what happens next happens so quickly.

One moment you’re on your back, the next you’re perched in his lap and it makes you laugh, breathless. The laugh transitions into a whimper when he thrusts up into you, resting his forehead against yours.

“Oh, god, yeah.” You breathe.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

His lips brush across yours before pulling up into a smirk. He nods with you, his eyes roaming your face wanting to take in the sight of you like this, face twisted in bliss. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”

He’s so deep and he’s hitting that spot inside you just right; you know you won’t last much longer. All you can do is stare back at him, mouth ajar as the words continue to pour out of him, sweet and sinful.

“You’re caring and strong. Considerate. Everything I’ve ever needed.”

“If you keep talking like that I’m gonna,”

“Cum? If I keep telling you how perfect you are, how good you feel. How much I love you, you’ll cum for me? Good, do it.”

“Stefan,” You gasp, tightening your hold on him so your fingers dig into the flesh of his shoulder and knot in his hair.

“Do you know how hot you sounded when you were defending me?”

You groan again, shaking your head as your hips work against his desperately.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You do, Stefan, you deserve to be happy. With me specifically though.”

“I wouldn’t want it with anybody else.” He murmurs before kissing you, and leans you back into the bed, gliding in and out of you effortlessly.

“Oh, fuck, please, I love you.”

“You too, honey, I love you too.” His hand comes up to caress your face, and when his thumb trails your lips you take it into your mouth and suck hard.

He groans, deep and visceral in his chest at the sight of you with his finger in your mouth. His grip on the end of the bed is tight, so tight you’re sure he’ll break it and that, the thought of him being so turned on by you that he breaks his own bed is what sends you into your second orgasm.

It’s pure white bliss flowing through your entire body as you tighten around him. Your undoing pushes him over the edge, his hand flying out of your mouth and joining his other, grabbing the bed so tightly that you hear the wood splinter. He bends down to kiss you, sloppy and messy, his tongue vibrating against yours as he moans again.

When you both come down, he breaks the kiss, falls into bed next to you, his chest heaving. “That was…”

“Mind blowing? Supernatural? Mmm, I’ve got it. Magical?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

He gives you a look of admonishment but leans in to plant a chaste kiss on your lips, pulling you into his arms.

“How about we take a shower and then we can call Damon, see if he’s come to his senses or needs a distraction?”

“Damon always needs a distraction. You’re sure you want to do that? He probably wants to rip your head off for how you spoke to Elena.”

“I’m not scared of him, Stefan. He’s ruled by his emotions like anyone else, and he’s doing this song and dance with your mother because he’s hurt. Not because he’s vindictive.”

An expression of faux shock paints his face. “Is that…my girlfriend speaking positively about my brother?”

“Don’t get used to it. Come on, let’s go before he kills someone.”

[never-enough-fanfiction]

Everyday chores HC

Well, you actually did not mention who you want in this request. I’m almost sure it was supposed to be Joker request because of sharing the VA with Tatsu from The Way of the House Husband.  

So I did both of them.

Not as househusbands tho. Doesn’t really suit their characters for me, but your request gave me ideas for some HC about everyday life with them.

I hope it will be enough.

Enjoy!

Benimaru:

Benimaru is NOT a morning person. Unless it's an Infernal, it's hard to dig him out of the sheets he's buried himself for the extra five minutes.

Were it not for the fact that he had to comb the twins' hair, he would probably sleep until noon.

He has a relatively constant wake up time, but going to bed depends on the company at the bar.

You can give him an exact grocery list, including the stores he should buy them in, and he'll forget half of it anyway.

Usually, he just walks with you or Konro and is a bags-carrying man.

Has difficulties with bargaining without fights, and sellers in Asakusa will have no qualms about squeezing out the last penny even from Beni-chan

In terms of cooking, he can survive on his own, but his food doesn’t have much taste.

Usually Konro is the cook.

Beni at the other hand is an irreplaceable jar opener.

If you cook him Sukiyaki will carry you in his arms.

Cleaning is a torment for Benimaru.

He'll wash these floors, but sweet Sol at what cost? The whining, sighing, and rolling eyes can be louder than festivals.

Dusting off always makes him sneeze.

Sometimes it feels like babysitting Shinra and Arthur is better than cleaning.

How long he stays in the hot springs depends on whether or not you are there with him.

As a rule, he gets bored quickly, but he can sit there for hours with you.

Also, as a captain, he doesn't always have time for such laziness, so when he can finally, he uses it.

Joker:

In the beginning, even when Joker was sleeping, he didn't really sleep much. His state of everlasting alert only allowed him to take a series of naps rather than actually deep sleep.

With time, when he considered the house a safe place, he began to sleep better, and the sight of Joker in the morning, not remembering what year it was, became more frequent.

Which does not mean that he always allows himself such luxuries. Our dark hero still has a job to do and he can't always afford to sleep till midday.

Sometimes you go to sleep alone, wake up with Joker. Other times you go to sleep with Joker and he is gone before you wake up. Other day he seems to sit in bed all day or not sleep at all.

If he has no other quests, it's very easy to convince him to take extra snuggles in the morning

Joker may be a dark hero, but this guy can be really lazy at times

No sleep schedule whatsoever

He learned all the house chores while living with his first family

If you give him a list, feel free to send him shopping alone

If you decide to take him with you, you will mainly be complaining about the high prices

"Can't we just steal it?"

Willing to help with cooking

Surprisingly good at chopping things up. Generally good in handling a knife.

He likes pointing out your mistakes, not because it bothers him, but just to tease you.

"You want me to choke on this potato?" muttered Joker skeptically looking over his girlfriend's shoulder.

"How come you have only one eye and I asked you to keep it on pasta, yet you still can see how I'm chopping vegetables?"

Absolute and unquestionable master of preparing chicken. Although sometimes it's hard to convince him to show off his abilities. He sees this as special occasions that will lose their charm if they happen too often. Dude just won't let be used for continuous cooking.

If he is supposed to cook himself, he'd rather order take out.

He likes tidiness more than you think. Not "not an ounce of dust", but rather "I don't like stumbling over my own things."

Takes care of his clothes. It is not easy to find something in both his size and style.

It does a great job of mending them and removing stains. Especially getting rid of blood on white shirts.

It is unknown what takes him so long in the shower.

It's not like this guy thinks his whole life over.

Maybe it's his secret hair routine?

After all, such hair does not care for itself

Joker makes noise all the time. Outside, it moves soundlessly, giving you heart attack as a hello, but inside the house he constantly hums, mumbles, thinks out loud, or even just sighs loudly.

[miekasa]

mie.. i’m going into another eren phase.. so can you pls tell me your fav boyfie eren hcs…

Yeah, why not. I have so many random ones because he is my boyfriend <333 so here you gp

sfw

Eren doesn't actually work out all that often. He’s always been athletic, so his exercise comes in the form of playing sports, but he doesn’t really go to the gym outside of playing/practice.

Loves cake pops, more often than not “treats himself” to one after an exam or assignment, or whenever he feels like it lmfao. He basically eats it all in one bite, keeps the stick in his mouth to fidget with until he finds a trashcan. 

Likes seeing you in his hoodies because, well, it’s his hoodie on you; but mostly because of the size of the actual hood on you. He thinks it’s so funny but also pretty cute how the hood alone swallows you up. 

Grocery shopping with you is one of his favorite activities. He rarely goes by himself—if not with you, then with Mikasa or Armin—and all he really does is follow you around the store and occasionally put some stuff in the cart, but he still loves it. He likes running and then jumping on the cart like it’s a scooter. 

No matter how many makeup tutorials he watches, or how many times he watches you do your own makeup, he doesn’t really understand how it works lmfao. He likes watching it, and he thinks you look pretty if wearing makeup is your thing, but he baffles him how a little tube of concealer brightens your under eye.

Speaking of which, he sits criss cross applesauce either on your bed or on the toilet if you’re in the bathroom, while he watches you do your makeup. Counts the steps in his head, always confuses the contour and bronzer. It’s okay, he’s learning. 

He both likes and dislikes FaceTime. He likes the convenience of it (and will abuse it by calling you even tho you’ve just barely left his house), but he would much rather just go and see you; so he does. Unless there’s something keeping you apart, Eren will make the effort and the trip to go and see you, even if it’s late at night. 

He gets warm very easily, but always has some sort of coat/outerwear on him, even if it’s just a light windbreaker. He usually ends up hanging it over your shoulders or telling you to wear it because you “look cold” when he wants to take it off. 

He walks just like a half step behind you; technically still by your side, but trailing you by the tiniest amount. That way he gets to be with you and watch you, and also steer you away from anything/anyone else he sees ahead while you’re walking. 

If he notices your shoelaces are untied, he gently pokes your shoulder to get you to stop, then bends down and ties them for you. 

His phone case is brown leather, and has your initials engraved at the very bottom in a very tiny, dark green font. 

Likes walking around with you at night so congrats on having your own personal guard dog for Safety lmfaoo. Sometimes you guys don’t even talk; he just wants to hold your hand and wander around, and just be with you for a little bit. 

He is the one putting hair ties on YOUR gear shift and around YOUR wrist. Marking his territory lmfaooo

Learns to like coffee in college, and learns your Starbucks order pretty quickly. He’s got a very small addiction, but he always buys you a cup when he gets his own, so at least it’s beneficial for you. He doesn’t usually have much an extreme sweet tooth, but he takes his coffee with quite a few pumps of syrup and/or sweetener. 

Eren loves hugs, and once he starts getting them, he refuses to go with out them. Back hugs are his favorite, whether it be you hugging him from behind, or him doing it to you; either works for him, both feel like heaven. 

You know when it’s time to head home after a party/hanging with your friends because Eren will drape himself over you and gradually apply more of his body weight the more tired/drunk he gets. Regardless of whether or not he’s sloshed, he’ll still press very light and innocent kisses onto your neck and ears. 

Turns out he really likes getting kisses on his cheeks. It always takes him by surprise; his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise just a bit, but he usually evens out his expression before you pull back, so you don’t see. What you do see is the sorta glazed over, happy look in his eyes, and if you look closely, you might see his pupils dilate, too. 

He actually doesn’t mind reading, he just never thinks to read in his free time. When he does remember, and what he’s reading is interesting to him, he finishes the book pretty quickly—a few days, maybe a week at most—it’s kind of impressive. Then he goes on to not look at another book for a good five months lmfao. 

Asked you what detergent and fabric softener you used on your sheets, then bought the exact same products to do his laundry with. 

He picks you up pretty often. It’s not always tossing you over his shoulder, or carrying you bridal style, but if he needs to get to something behind you in the kitchen he’ll just. Just pick you up, turn, plop you down, get what he needs, pick you up, turn around again, and plop you right back into place. Like a doll. 

Actually very good and very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. Not a single hard water stain in sight on your dishes. Sparkling countertops and tables, your oven has never looked shinier than when he’s done with it. 

Doodles on his notes when he’s bored in class. Doodles on your notes if he’s bored in class and you’re there, too. 

He claims to not get jealous easily, but he definitely does. His methods of dealing with it are either to (a) pout (usually only happens when he gets jealous of someone you’re telling him about), (b) find an excuse to pull you away from this other person, (c) be extremely cold to this other person, (d) pretend to be sick/tired/hungry as an excuse for you to be concerned about him/dote on him in front of this other person (this is his favorite method). 

Will push your phone down/into your face if you’re laying down using it or just scrolling through your feeds. Thinks it’s peak comedy, always runs away with a little shit grin on his mouth. 

He’s always tuned into you, and sometimes physically turned to you, even in a larger conversation with other people around. Finds a way to pull you into the convo if you’ve been on the quieter side, nudges at your side under the table to bother you when you’re distracted, frequently looks at you even if someone else is talking. 

nsfw/suggestive

Eren really likes lazy sex, and it’s arguably one of his favorites; and for someone who’s not a morning person, he sure does like morning sex. He does this thing where he wakes up at like eight in the morning, starts feeling up on you, and eventually very lazily fucks you before you even have the chance to say good morning, then crashes and sleeps for another two hours. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out. 

Always gets hard when you do try on hauls of the new clothes you’ve bought; whether it be via FaceTime or in person. You could be showing him your new sweatpants, and he’ll still find it sexy. 

Can and will find time to grope you whenever possible. Getting water from the kitchen means you’re getting your ass smacked while you open the fridge. Putting on your shoes also means you’re getting your ass smacked when you bend over. Standing around debating on what to wear for the day means he’s coming up behind you to put his hands on your boobs. Doing your skincare routine in the bathroom means he’s got his hands on your hips squeezing at your skin. 

Likes being bitten. Will tell you to bite him; he’ll lean down while he’s fucking you, smile wickedly when you grab and claw at his back, and you’re gasping against his shoulder, “Wanna hurt me? Go ahead, baby, do your worst.” 

He loves making out with you, even if it doesn’t lead to sex; actually, sometimes, he prefers it that way. You make his head spin just by kissing him, and there’s a special kind of bliss of just rutting against each other without fucking that he loves. 

Lovesssss taking mirror selfie’s with you on his lap and your back to the mirror, especially right after sex. Your head resting on his shoulder and he just barely murmurs, “Stay right there, don’t move.” Might start a collection of pics like that.

Tugging on his ear acts as encouragement, but somewhat surprisingly, that sole action doesn’t necessarily turn him on; it doesn’t turn him off, and he likes it, but it’s more... soothing? than sexual to him. What you should do instead is put your hand on the back of his neck/touch the hair near his nape. 

He could have done all the work, but will still wrap you in his arms and kiss your head and tell you how good you are, how good you were to him. He really does think you fucked him 9/10 times and takes pride in it too lmaooo

Holds your jaw open with one hand, presses the index and middle fingers of his other hand against your tongue, and watches your spit pool around him. He exhales slowly at the sight, moving his fingers around to coat them evenly before pulling them out of your mouth and separating them; watches a thin line of spit connect them and groans. 

Holds you jaw a lot, actually: when you’re kissing, when you’re blowing him, when he’s on top and fucking you, when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up with one hand, use two fingers and turn your head to the side so he can kiss you. 

It’s him that kinda loses it first most of the time; that gets that fucked out, hazy look in his eyes, that makes everything feel like too much so his head drops to your shoulder and he resorts to biting at your neck to further stimulate you. 

Likes sucking on your tongue when you kiss. Falls in love with you all over again on the spot when you do it back to him. 

You could just barely put your hands on him and Eren will groan, mutter about how you’re so sexy and how badly he wants to fuck you. Could just lay back with your chest heaving from kissing him and he’s got hearts in his eyes and his dick is hard. 

[yoongis-tangerines]

tattoo artist!jungkook x reader

➼ pairing: tattoo artist!jungkook x fem!reader

➼ genre: sfw, slight angst, absolute crack

➼ wordcount: 2k

➼ summary: you had a bad day, jungkook had a bad day, what could go wrong? a loT of things, apparently….

➼ what to expect: “am i gonna have to deal with u non-caffeinated all day now?”

➼ talk to the characters!

your feet drag as you finALLY reach your apartment after a long... long day of absolute hell

lets get things straight

today... was a day

you work a boring office job but today was particularly NOT boring to day the least

and if anyone at your office can say that, it’s you

wHY you of all people

seriously

lets take it back to this morning that started off your awful day

first of all, you slept through your alarm

.... okay you may have pressed snooze one too many times and refused to acknowledge the blaring of your obnoxiously loud alarm clock but tHAt doesn’t matter

might as well be screeching WAKE UP YOU HAVE RESPONSIBILITIES

but no, that went zip! right over your snoring head

what’s even worse?

you woke up without your personal heating body pillow :(

aka your boyfriend :(

aka jeon jungkook :((

AKA the most beautiful man on earth who-

okay let’s not get carried away

deep breath

WHEW n e ways-

“fuCK” you throw off the covers in a rush and stand up too quickly, resulting in a head rush

you’ve always had a thing for sleeping in

when you say thing you mean bad habit

so bad that your best friend and coworker, taehyung, has arrived at your apartment door on multiple occasions because you’re sUPPosed to be downstairs for him to pick you up and take you for coffee before work but you’re twenty minutes late

typical

taehyung huffs as he buzzes the lobby of your building and is answered by the lovely receptionist

“hi, how may i help-”

“i’m here for y/n...” taehyung sighs in exasperation, leaning with his whole body weight on the wall where the intercom is

“oh! right, hi again taehyung. i’ll let you in”

.... the receptionist KNOWS him you’ve been late so many times

he should have a key to the gate at this point

or maybe yOU should be ON TIME-

deep breaths, tae his eyebrow twitches as the gate *clicks* open and he wanders inside

he jogs up the stairs instead of taking the elevator even tho you live on the 5th floor cause he needs his blood pumping if he’s going to even beGin dealing with you

taehyung arrives at your door and pulls out his spare key but hesitates when he hears clattering and things falling from inside your apartment

.... is u good?

he shoves his key in the door and pushes it open, coming face to face with you eating breakfast

....

is that a toothbrush sticking out of your mouth?

.. and is that mascara in your hand... and a spoonful of cereal in the other? while you’re brushing your teeth?

“what r u doing?”

“my morning routine, what does it look like?” your mouth is full and taehyung winces in disgust

“it LOOKS like a circus act. come on, we’re late for coffee-”

“i’m doing makeup, leave me alone” you continue to put on your mascara while leaning over to look in your compact mirror sitting on the counter all while eating breakfast AND brushing your teeth

“isn’t eating while brushing your teeth contradictory?”

“i slept in.” you murmur as you subconsciously push your cereal away

“i can see that” taehyung looks at what you’ve laid out for yourself over the back of your sofa to wear and he grimaces

“why are you going to wear... a black button down and leopard print jeans to work?” taehyung glances at you as you practically thROW your bowl in the sink with a CLATTER and your toothbrush goes alone with it but he makes the executive decision not to tell you-

“i picked the first thing i saw, i’m in a rush” you groan and sweep up the clothes and throw them back in your closet

taehyung sighs “let me pick out your clothes. is jungkook not here?” taehyung peeks into your room to see if he’s missed him but from the way you SLAM your closet door shut, he stops talking

“DON’T even get me started. i don’t know where he is, today is supposed to be his day off” you shove tae into your closet to pick your outfit before shutting yourself into the bathroom to tame the raT’s neST that is your hair

taehyung picks out a cute white blouse and black slacks- simple but cute. he smiles to himself and dusts his hands off and begins looking for your shoes

well

taehyung decides to press

cause you seem upset and he wants answers

“what could he be doing?” tae sets your clothes out for you

you snatch them up and return to the bathroom

tae blinks

ok then

“if i knew i wouldn’t be mad”

ok listen

jungkook always leaves you some evidence as to where he’s going

without fail

wiTHOUT FAIL

clearly today is with faiL

you are his girlfriend

you deserve to know

o god

you sound like a psychopath

u are not a psychopath

but

where’s your bb? :((

and why didn’t you text him?

you did

seVeral times

no answer

*sigh*

jungkook is a tattoo artist, it’s not like he has imporTANT responsibilities that he could possibly fail to mention to you

maybe he does but not as much as yOURS

anyways

you throw on your outfit and run a brush through your hair and sLING your purse over your shoulder

you snatch up taehyung’s wrist and drag him out the door

“wHoa okay we’re leaving now”

“yup.” you press the elevator button (very aggressively, tae clearly underestimated you) and tap your foot angrily

taehyung stares at the side of your head in confusion

why r u mad?

jungkook prolly just had to run into work real quick he’ll be back

you plop into the passenger seat with a huff and crossed arms

tae scoffs, “ok, pouty, let’s get you a coffee.”

you-

ur not pouty >:(

you quickly tuck your puckered lip back into your mouth before tae can see and-

he’s staring right at u

oops

he’s a king of pout™ so he can just shove his comment right up his-

the coffee shop doesn’t go much better

the barista got your order wrong

honestly how hard is is a caramel macchiato

apparently vERY hard when you’re ogLINg at a certain kim

kim taehyung

ok you admit your best friend is WHEW attractive

but this barista

managed to get a venti, half-whole milk, one quarter 1%, one quarter non-fat, extra hot, split quad shots (1 1/2 shots decaf, 2 1/2 shots regular), no foam latte, with whip, 2 packets of splenda, 1 sugar in the raw, a touch of vanilla syrup and 3 short sprinkles of cinnamon ALL CORRECT

the things you can do when doing them for kim taehyung

and you

you got a black coffee with two shots of caramel

:))))) perfect..,,,.

you yEET that shit into the trash as you exit and taehyung chokes on his coffee

“w-wha- you hoe, i paid for that!”

“who are you calling a hoe? maybe if you stopped fliRTing with the barista, i wouldn’t have to throw my precious coffee away.”

..,,..,.

“am i gonna have to deal with u non-caffeinated all day now?”

..,,.,...

you want to strAngle him

so you’re not gonna recall your work day because of your cubicle neighbor

park jimin

who is a flirty pAin the ASS

you mean, he’s endearing and all but-

could he like leAVE you alone you have had no caffeine

that is esSENTIAL to your day

you’re a caffeine addict

you might have hypotension

you’ll have to get that looked at

n e ways

you arrive home with a loud groan

the groan was to alert anyone who perhaps might be home

hint hint

jungkook where r u

you flinG off your shoes and toss your bag onto the sofa

so he’s not on the sofa

weird

he’s usually home watching some marvel movie by now which you always endear with him

he’s gotta be home

plEASE

“jungkook?” you call into the seemingly empty apartment

you hear a grunt

“huh?” it’s coming from the office

your cock an eyebrow and peek into the doorway

jungkook’s slouChed over his desk with his head in his hands, gripping his beautiful, fluffy blue highlighted hair

fun story- you actually convinced him to die his hair

.,., you didn’t convince him per sAy

you mayyyyhaps have switched his blonde dye out for blue when he was gonna bleach it even blonder and then-

he seemed okay with it- changing things up

and he still doesn’t know you did it

which is disappointing

you wanted to prank him :(

and you got no reaction :(

fiNe :(

k bACK to the moment at hand

“are you okay?” you tilt your head when your eyes scan over all of the beauTIFUL drawing scattered all over the desk with ink and tracing paper everywhere

you snort “what a mess,” you start picking up the crumpled papers and tossing them into the bin where he must’ve intended them to land but failed miserably

jungkook groans in annoyance

“thanks, i didn’t notice.” he rolls his eyes

um

excuse you???

attitude

“okay, grumpy. clean up and join me for dinner.” you try to suppress your own anger for his sake.

he doesn’t usually get like this but you try to lighten to tension a lil when he does and it usually works

clearly not this time-

“i’m good.”

“no, come. on you need to eat something. you’re acting hangry and when you get hangry you-”

“i SAID i’m fine, leave me alone.” he waves you off

you feel your heart pulse

anger or hurt?

moStly the former

“jungkook, calm down-”

“y/n for the millionth time, i’m not hungry.” jungkook wrings his hands anxiously as he stares at his art.

his boss was harsh today

namjoon must’ve had a bad day too

everything jungkook put on the inspiration board, he shot down

“that one’s lopsided”

“it’s supposed to be lopsided, joon-”

“i don’t care, do it again”

jesus

who spit in his cereal?

“joon, seriously, i can just-”

“it’s hyung to you. i am your boss and if you want to keep this job, you will go back into your studio and do it again or i will give all of your clients to hoseok.” namjoon points to jungkook’s studio like he’s his dad

jungkook’s heart clenches

he isn’t great under pressure

or getting yelled at

and namjoon just did both

his throat stings and his tear ducts well up

he huffs

jungkook spins on his heel and throws open the privacy curtain and storms into his studio

jungkook is probably the bEst artist in this place

namjoon gave him his own studio to do his art in peace and come up with new ideas

why are they suddenly not good enough?

he sniffles quietly

good god

he cannot be crying right now

to be fair (or clear) joon didn’t have the best morning

he’s just angry bc his daughter woke him up this morning and he realized he was late for dropping her off for school

he didn’t mean to snap

but jungkook’s been neglecting his superiors as they are and he can’t let him get too casual

he’s the boss

they can’t just wALK all over him

he needs to stand up for himself

yEAH that’ll show em!

...,,, so why does he feel like he just yelled at a child and stole his dreams like a big, bad monster?

..,,.., he’ll apologize tomorrow

ok back to the present (agaiN)

jungkook stares at his drawing with tears welling up

namjoon was right

his drawing is lopsided

.... it’s MEANT to be lopsided, it’s ABSTRACT-

he tries to get over himself

namjoon isn’t an artist like him

yeah... yeAH he just doesn’t GET IT

loseR

ok joon’s not a loser, jungkook really looks up to him but he yeLLed at him and hurt his feelings :,(

he turns around and you’re gone

frick

he didn’t mean to yell at you like that

which.,.,. probably means that joon didn’t mean to yell at him either

a chain reaction if he’s ever seen one

he pushes his art utensils aside and sighs

...

u kno wat

fucK it

he chuCKs a paintbrush at one of his hanging canvases of his most hated figure painting and it lands right where an eye was supposed to go

he smiles

that made him feel better >:)

you’ll definitely ask about that later when you see it

and he smiles for that too

he exits his studio to find you chopping onions and..,,. crying harder than you should be if you were oNLY chopping onions

“oh, baby, put the onions away.” jungkook rushes to your side and takes the knife from your hand to encircle your hands with his own

you’re blubbering a lot and he’s starting to worrY

“carrots... what’s wrong?” he searches your face for any sign of physical pain

you nod as a fresh stream of tears begin

“it’s- it’s just the onions.” you wipe your eyes veRy unconvincingly and attempt to pull away but jungkook hold onto your arms

“no, i know it’s something else. tell me what’s wrong.” he bends slightly to meet your eye-level

but he already knows what’s wrong

“i-i slept in this morning and tae had to come get me agAIN and you had already left, and i almost wore leopard pants to work and then the stupid barista got my order wrong bc she was too busy droOLing over tae and i didn’t have my coffee, and then work was-” you start hiccuping too hard to finish your story and jungkook pulls you in to rest on his shoulder

“okay... okay... i know you had a bad day...” jungkook bites his lip

how should he apologize to you?

he’s not good at this..,,.

“but i know you had a bad day too cause you never leave without telling me where you’re going.” you sNiffle pathetically against his shoulder

ouch

his heart clenches at that

you’re right

he doesn’t leave without telling you where he’s going

but he did this morning

let’s backtrack

his phone started ringing pretty eARLY in the morning

he groans and smACks the answer button before letting out a groggy “hello?”

“get your ASS down here, jeon! we have an emergency!” jin’s voice sCreEChes and then hangs up

jungkook is bewildered and still haLF asleep

(turns out the emergency was that there was no one at work to get his coffee)

and in his haste, he forgot to leave you a little note :(

he forgot about that :(

he pats your back gently and begins explaining himself

“jin-hyung called me this morning tell me there was an emergency at work, but as it turns out, he just wanted coffee. i should’ve known better.” jungkook laughs awkwardly to yourself

“oh.” your voice is quiet and jungkook worries his lip

what does he DO?

he’s gotta make you feel better :(

“do you... wanna watch a movie and forget about it?” he peeks down at you and he can feel you starting to be less tense

“... anything other than marvel?”

he groans with a pout

“finE..,,. anything other than marvel.” he sighs in utter deFeat

he can’t help it

ur adorable :)

...,,,, ok here goes

“hey..,. i’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I had a rough day, joon-hyung didn’t like something i drew and i guess i take that very personally-”

“i know you do.” you sniffle pathetically

“but that’s no excuse. i’m sorry, jagi. i know you had a rough day, too.” jungkook curls your hair behind your ear and smiles awkwardly

you return the smile when you think about how much he really looks like a bunny

“it’s okay, jungkook. i should have picked up on the clues.” you giggle, wiping your last tears

jungkook smiles, “this won’t happen again, i won’t push joon-hyung’s buttons anymore.”

....

“well did u also tell namjoon i’d kick his ass if he ever hurt you again?”

jungkook snorts

[dreamkidddream]

AHHHHH OKAY IM SORRY BUT I JUST SAW THE CUTEST TREND ON TIKTOK AND JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS

So it’s basically where one partner is complaining about how their shirt smells and when the other person leans down to smell it their forehead gets kissed 🥺 so I had to write it for the bros 😭 I’m still doing the prompt special tho but take this as a thank you gift/self indulgent. Heavy on the ✨self indulgent✨ Reader is gender neutral!

The Brothers and Forehead Kisses (Tiktok Trend)

Lucifer

MC ew, he doesn’t want to smell your shirt if it stinks

Why would he want to do that

But you were so persistent and would not stop pestering him until he sniffed it, and he has paperwork to do so he doesn’t have time to waste

If this was a prank and Satan and/or Belphie put you up to you’re going to regret it

Rolling his eyes, he leaned down to smell only to feel your lips gently kiss his forehead

Very confused until you asked him if he smelt it. He did the same thing and got the same result

So this was your little prank, huh?

Honeslty doesn’t mind it, and is a little smug about it too

If you just wanted to kiss him, why didn’t you say so? He will happily grant your request

He rather do the kissing and on another body part, but he can never complain when it comes to you

10/10 recommend forehead kisses with Lucifer

He won’t outright ask you for them, but he will be expecting them for now on (especially when he’s stressed). Your kisses are possibly his only weakness (not that he’ll ever say that), and makes him feel all warm inside

You make him feel warm inside MC

Mammon

He’s definitely done the sniff test on his own clothes more than once, so has no problem smelling

The only problem he had was the instant butterflies in his stomach and the blush across his face after you kissed his forehead

“Oi human! W-what do ya think ya doin’?!”

Is embarrassed and acts like the kisses are unwanted (he’s not fooling anyone), until you do it again and again and again

Very dopey and starts to complain when you pull away

“Hey! You started this, s-so ya gotta finish it! And I’m- I’m not done yet!”

You dumb human! Making him feel all these emotions for you. Now you gotta take responsibility! He’s the Great Mammon after all, and he only gets the best!

He’s lying MC don’t ever stop loving on him you’re already the best

Bonus: give him forehead kisses whenever he’s upset during your pep talks and he’ll marry you on the spot. Also becomes his favorite kiss and expects them everyday

Leviathan

KING of the sniff test

Man almost never leaves his room and is either gaming or binging anime (sometimes both) 25/8 what do you expect?

Has a heart attack when you kissed his forehead

Not really but he felt like he was

Face completely red, including ears, he couldn’t even stutter out his question of why you were doing this

Were you pranking him? Was this a trick?! Why would someone like you (WAAY out of his league) kiss a yucky otaku like him?

You saw that he was getting that look again, so you pecked his forehead over and over

Completely shuts down, but in a good way!

Give him forehead kisses forever MC, especially when he’s upset in his degrading mood or about to go in a jealous rage

Becomes exclusively your thing

Satan

Another one that doesn’t want to smell your shirt

If you think it smells then change??? He doesn’t understand why you’re still wearing it

Have to practically FORCE his head to your chest, and he finally gives in

Was pleasantly surprised to feel the kiss

You make him fluster so bad MC that he chokes lmao

Tries to act smug about it at first, but you caught him off guard and he is not mad about that

Kisses your forehead everyday before you leave the house: whether it’s for RAD, hanging out, whatever reason doesn’t matter

Does it everyday, and in front of everyone ESPECIALLY in front of Lucifer, he lives to spite this man

Makes him feel like he’s a part of his own love story, and that he finally had a happy ending

Asmodeus

You are NOT fooling this man

If you want him to smell you, you gotta lie and say you sprayed some perfume or cologne and want his opinion

Well why didn’t you say so? He’ll be honored that you want his opinion but who wouldn’t? He’s Asmodeus, the best-

Did you just kiss his forehead?

Naughty MC, if it’s a kiss you wanted you didn’t have to trick him to get it~

But he didn’t mind. It makes him feel loved, a different kind, way different than what he feels from his fans, if the deep blush on his face is anything to go off of

Forehead kisses are something reserved just for you! And it doesn’t matter if it’s him kissing yours or the opposite, he loves it. He lives for it now, but only for you. This is something that his fans can never have, and they feel just a little salty about it, but they can’t stay mad for long. It’s Asmo, and MC always brings out this glow from him, and they do kinda look cute together...

Surprisingly he rather do this behind closed doors. Has no problem with kissing you in public, but it’s just more personal when it’s just you two

Keep this up MC and he may start loving you more than himself-

JK he’s obviously first place

But you have him doubting that sometimes, and it doesn’t bother him as much as he thought it would

Beelzebub

Does the sniff test sometimes, but only because if he smells food on it he gets hungry and sometimes tempted to eat the shirt

He can’t help it

You want him to smell you- your shirt? Doesn’t mind, you already smell good and he does have the strongest sense of smell in the house (probably ever tbh), so it makes sense

Now Beel is one tall demon. All the brothers are pretty tall, but he’s the tallest (even if he isn’t he’s still huge), so kissing his forehead was a challenge on his own

Is deathly quiet for a few seconds, expression serious. Then...

You see the widest smile along with the red spreading across his cheeks. Purposely continues to do it even after he knows it’s a prank, doesn’t care

You awakened the beast MC

Fully expects these kisses for now on. Every. Single. Day. Not that you mind in the slightest

He goes to you whenever he feels like he needs it. Feeling famished and food isn’t working? Forehead kisses make him feel full. Need good luck for practice and on game days? Those kisses give him an extra boost. Bored? You and your kisses are more than enough to entertain him

ALSO KISSES YOUR FOREHEAD NO EXCEPTIONS

Comes to you literally any time of the day to get your kisses. It’s better than anything he ever eats. Makes him feel better too!

Anything filled with love from you is better

Belphegor

MC what do you want?? He’s trying to sleep, and he doesn’t want to smell your smelly sweatshirt

Does the sniff test on his own clothes, but is petty enough to turn his nose at you

Maybe if you lay down and cuddle with him, he can probably take a whiff...

You fall for it (or so he thinks). So when he feels your soft lips on him, it’s enough to wake him up

You humans, always finding a way to trick people! Not that he cares that this trick has his heart racing and the tip of his ears burning

We all know he’s a sucker for affection no matter how much he tries to lie and deny it. So imagine how much he’s loving something so domestic like this

Is acting so shy, complaining about how unfair you are in teasing him, but you don’t miss the way his eyes flick from your lips to your own eyes, and the way that he positions himself for you to have easy access to kiss him again

Becomes your thing whether you like or not (spoiler alert: you do) and I mean just your thing. Besides from Beel, he’s pouting if you decide to do this to his other brothers. He’s the only one that should have your kisses, not his annoying and undeserving brothers! If you’re really sorry, you can apologize by giving him 10x the usual pecks and sleeping in his arms

Forehead kisses before napping and before going to bed >>>

The thought that he shouldn’t be forgiven still lingers in the back of his head, but whenever you give him that soft smooch on his forehead, it’s forgotten momentarily

You’re too good for him MC

You make him feel so cherished, so loved. He doesn’t know how he can repay you, make you feel the same, but these kisses are a good start

SN: should I do this for the BSD and MHA crew too 🤔? Cause I will 🌚 it’ll probably get done anyway lmao

[akabane-yum]

Barren (Us.)

Dear Karma,

I am not cheating. Very upfront of me, yes, but I know that cheating is probably the first conclusion you would draw from this abrupt decision of mine to pack up my things and leave. I assure you that there is no one else. I also know that right about now you’re reaching for your phone, ready to call me and ask if this is some sick joke. It’s not. I packed my bags earlier today while you were out with friends, and I’m writing this letter to explain why. It would be a lie to say that my life with you hasn’t been fulfilling until now, and that I’m leaving out of boredom. I know you, remember? You’re the least boring person I’ve met, the most exciting, the most unpredictable. The smartest, the loudest, and the kindest. I know you, but I don’t love you.

I was listening to a few songs a while back, about love and all the juvenile things I wouldn’t do so much as think about in my youth. The most I listened the more I realized that in all our time together I had never felt a connection as strong as the ones described in the lyrics, with you. Then I reached out to some friends, and had them describe the sensations of love to me. Real love. The tingles and warmth they described were as foreign to me as ancient scripts (with lack of a better comparison. Forgive me, I’m running on two hours of sleep and a shot of espresso). One of our mutual friends even described love as a need to protect, a desire. He said that, should an armed man come to do away with his partner, he would sacrifice himself for her. He would choose to die. Rather than live in a world without her, he would choose to die. I thought long and hard about that one, at first I dismissed my reaction to such a thing by saying that I wouldn’t need to protect you, but the longer I thought about it, the more everything seemed to line up. That’s when I sought professional help, someone to help me make sense of my emotions, or rather the lack of. To close off this sad and long sob story, I need to leave. I can’t be confined to this diluted idea of love that we have, and I’m sure you can feel it too. This barren relationship will do neither of us any good. I doubt I’ll be able to find a partner who I feel warm and tingly with, or even anyone as amusing as you, but for the both of us I’ll try. Does this sound selfish of me? - GA

Dear Gakushuu,

Yes, yes it does.

Love,

Karma

Note: I don’t think I captured what I wanted to with this, but it’s this concept I thought of. Where I don’t see Karushuu being the type to be madly in love with each other yk? aside from the tension and the passion, sometimes i don’t feel the love. other times i DO feel the love tho, like when they’re domestic but idk how to explain it it’s just not love in the normal conventional sense and that’s why i feel like gakushuu in this au felt like their love wasn’t real if yk what i mean😭😭😭😭 OOC definitely but that’s most of this blog at this point lmao. byeee