#this might be spicy brace yourselves

[gregorygerwitz]

"Are you sure you've got the right Halstead?"

You know what to do with this.

I wrote vaguely spicy angst! brace yourselves for this one because I'm... sad.

[ i'm in a Will/Mouse prompt mood ]

Getting invited out to drinks at Molly's his first weekend back in Chicago had seemed harmless at the time. Mouse had agreed when Jay texted him without hesitation, without the context for why everyone was getting together to begin with. He wanted to spend time with his best friend and the people he hadn't kept in as much contact with, no matter what the occasion was. A party could be fun, even Mouse could admit that, especially at Molly's.

He didn't ask what the gathering was about.

No one had felt the need to tell him before Saturday night.

He didn't know it was an engagement party.

[ read the rest below or on ao3 ]

The relationship wasn't new, not really. Mouse had heard the name Upton about a thousand times before he even learned her first name. He'd even given the correct teasing comments when he'd gotten the late night phone call about their first kiss. He'd known that Jay and Hailey were together for a year, that things were serious, that they had even started living together, but it had still only been a year. Chicago wasn't Vegas, engagements didn't happen in that short of a timeline for most people.

Then again, maybe he should have known that his best friend, of all people, would move a little faster. This was Jay Halstead he was talking about. Jay was the person who had been willing to let him stay on the couch whenever he was coming down from a bad high, who had given him a job on the up-and-up when he needed it, who was willing to support his stupid decisions no matter how much he might actually disagree with them, who answered every late night phone call with the desire and willingness to listen to every little thing that was wrong in his life. The thing about Jay Halstead was that he was made up almost entirely of love and the capability to feel it. He was the opposite of everything Mouse was. That was why they would have never worked.

Jay was love and welcoming and commitment. Mouse was fear and hesitance and flight. They were completely incompatible. They always had been.

That was why Mouse had run away in the first place.

Jay was moving in with Erin, which was fine. Mouse left so that he could try to grow out of the feelings he'd been harboring. It wasn't a successful attempt, not if the ache in his chest was anything to go by. He was still completely and totally in love with his best friend, who was having an engagement party the first weekend he was back home, and it hurt. It was the same kind of hurt that made him want to run away again, put half the world between them until he could sort himself out.

He could be doing anything that wasn't sitting around Chicago and pining. He could have taken the job they offered him in Atlanta, or Los Angeles, or Seattle, or Boston, or anywhere else. He could have signed on for another tour. He could have settled anywhere in the world that wasn't Chicago. He'd had so many options, and he'd chosen to run right back to the place that hurt him the most on the off chance that he had gotten better at pretending it didn't hurt anymore.

He hadn't.

Mouse could act for a while. He could congratulate them at the party. He could buy a round of celebratory drinks. He could apologize for not bringing a better gift than his own presence. That was the easy part. The first few hours of his performances were always the easiest.

It wasn't until he was alone, sitting on a stool at the bar and nursing a fourth beer, that he let his act drop. Almost everyone had left - Jay and Hailey wanted to go home and celebrate, which made sense; Kim and Adam had to relieve a babysitter; the rest of Intelligence had to be rested in case they got called in to do their jobs. The last person to leave had been Trudy, who had insisted on a welcome back hug despite the fact that the night wasn't supposed to have anything to do with him. After that, it was just him and a few of Molly's regulars whose names and faces he didn't know, and that was his last straw.

He left enough cash on the bar to cover his tab, said his polite goodnights to the people he recognized, and left. There was a hotel room waiting for him not too far away, somewhere cheap he was only staying in until he found a more permanent situation. If he ended up sticking around at all. But a hotel room would be empty, and quiet, and lonely, and there were only so many nights in a row that he could stand to watch Hallmark film marathons without losing his mind.

Girl meets guy. Girl falls in love with guy. Some stupid miscommunication that didn't need to happen. Guy gets girl anyway. Happily ever after.

It had gotten better, in recent years. There were a few queer background couples in the movies that aired later in the night, and he tried not to think too hard about it. There were more movies about the love of family than there used to be, instead of purely focusing on romance. But that wasn't exactly helpful, either, not to him. Romance, family, connections... they were all too hard, or nonexistent, and of the few connections he did still have in Chicago, there wasn't anywhere he could go to get all of the things he was feeling off his chest.

Except for one person who had only made a brief appearance at the party due to a long, exhausting shift at the hospital.

( "hey, look who's back in town. it's been a while."

"yeah. weirdly enough, the army likes to keep me pretty busy."

"at least you made it back in one piece. I know Jay's relieved that he doesn't have to worry about you anymore."

"he didn't have to worry about me in the first place."

"he was going to worry regardless."

"yeah. he does that."

"look, I'm wiped, so I'm gonna head out, but if you need anything my number's the same. and if things get out of hand tonight, this is my current address. bring him by if he drinks too much."

"seriously? I think I can handle your brother drunk."

"but you don't deserve to hear him wax poetic about Hailey until the sun comes up. no one deserves that, actually."

"thanks, Will. I won't need it, but still. have a good night."

"you too, Mouse." )

The address had been typed into the notes app on his phone when it was offered, the device deftly pulled from his hand in a way that reminded him that Will was trained as a surgeon. It was just a harsh reminder that the Halsteads had always been out of his league, some perfect idea that he couldn't reach no matter how hard he tried. Even during their disagreements, they'd all still cared about each other, still held love for each other, still went out of their way for each other. They were his friends, but even that hadn't felt like the right word since he left five years before. There was a distance that he could never close again, and even having the address in his phone, just in case of an emergency, felt like he was intruding somewhere he didn't belong.

The Halsteads were successful, and beautiful, and good people, and he didn't deserve either one of them.

Mouse knew he didn't deserve Jay's friendship, or the way Will had made it clear that he cared, too. Jay was perfect, and straight, and engaged, and protective of everyone he cared about, no matter what they might have done to deserve it. Will was more of a mystery. He was straight, too, or at least leaned that way, if the mention of his engagement to Natalie a few years before had been anything to go by. He made the teasing comments that a brother would. He defended Mouse - usually inebriated, against parents who weren't there to fight back - the way a big brother would, despite actually being a few months younger. In a way, they had taken him into their family when his rejected him, and losing Jay to the joy that came with a partner, and an engagement, and a marriage... what little family he had left was slipping rapidly through his fingers like sand.

He took the address from his notes app and put it into a different app, a rideshare service he never managed to delete. A hotel room would be lonely, but someone else's apartment wouldn't, and all he needed was a couch for a few hours. It could be the same as it always was - he'd borrow a distraction and a place to sleep, and he'd be gone before anyone else woke up. It wasn't complicated.

When he made it to the right building, and up the flights of stairs, and knocked on the door, it suddenly got very complicated.

Will pulled the door open and leaned his weight against it while he took in the sight he must see in the hallway. While his eyes scanned over Mouse, Mouse returned the treatment. Bed rumpled red curls, a bare chest, and sweatpants that hung low on exposed hips were what greeted him, and there was too much alcohol in his system for him to filter the thoughts in his head. Will looked every bit of the Halstead he was - beautiful, warm, untouchable, forbidden...

"What did he do?"

Blinking quickly, Mouse tried to turn the question over in his head until it made sense. It took what felt like well over a minute, the meaning of it slipping away whenever he got close. Eventually, he registered that he had to mean Jay, and the rest of the question was about the catalyst that made him use the address he'd been given but not the number in his phone to provide any kind of warning. And he had an unfortunate answer for that question.

What did Jay do that brought him to that door after midnight?

"He's engaged."

The words felt thick and heavy in this throat, needing to be pushed out with a force he didn’t know he had in his chest. The heartache of the entire situation weighed him down, made everything feel slow and impossible. For over a decade, Mouse had been watching from the sidelines, gazing over at Jay when he wasn’t looking, aching to close the distance between them whenever they were alone. But relationships had left him with few opportunities. His own past had left him with too much fear to act on any urge he had. There, in that apartment hallway in the middle of a quiet night, he’d had enough liquid courage to finally say something, just not to anyone who would actually be able to change his situation, or even want to.

As much as it pained him to see his best friend happy with someone else, he wasn't stupid. Will was Jay's brother. He had no loyalty to Mouse, no reason to even feel bad for him. As far as Will was concerned, his brother was happy, and in a relationship with someone he loved, who loved him just as strongly. That was a win, especially after the life Jay had led, and he didn't owe anyone else anything. The most logical thing to do in that situation, in an apartment building hallway, when Mouse was most obviously more than a little tipsy, was to send him on his way.

He should have just gone to the hotel.

But instead of sending him away, Will stepped to the side to leave enough room in the doorway for him to enter the apartment. It was almost definitely an act of pity, an offer to let him sleep off everything he'd had to drink on the couch so he could leave and pretend it hadn't happened in the morning. At least when he did that almost every other time, he also got laid.

"Let's get you some water. Your head will thank me in the morning."

Mouse frowned a bit at the words but followed him toward the small kitchen once the door was closed. As quiet as the hotel room would have been, this may have actually been worse. At least the hotel room would have been empty. He wouldn't have anyone around to see the state he was in, see the heartache he couldn't hide anymore, see how much the yearning he felt was actually affecting him. He wouldn't have had to show his inner workings to anyone, let alone the only family of the man who had gotten under his skin so thoroughly. He could have been alone in his suffering instead of incurring the specific Halstead brand of pity that gave him safety and company while he navigated the overwhelming emotions.

Like a sad duckling, Mouse shuffled after Will into the kitchen and accepted the bottle of room temperature water without a word. After a few sips, when it became abundantly clear to him that it wasn't actually doing anything helpful, he shook his head and set it on the countertop. A refreshing drink and a night of sleep wouldn't be enough of a distraction, it never was. He needed something more than that, something physical and solid that would actually get his mind to focus on something that wasn't Jay Halstead.

There was a quiet moment, a pause in their already limited conversation. Mouse took a small step forward, closing some of the space between them hesitantly. He didn't normally hesitate, not ever, but there was a lot more weighing on these moments than there normally was. Nothing about this night was normal, not by a long shot.

If he acted on his usual instincts, everything would fall apart. If he went through his routine - a hookup to distract his mind, a night of sleep in a bed that didn't belong to him, slipping out in the morning before the body next to him stirred, and not a whisper of communication ever again. Going through that with Will, cutting off contact the way he always did, would certainly solve his problem. He wouldn't have to watch his best friend be happy with someone else if his best friend was no longer in his life. He could cut the ache off where it started, and disappear into the world without a word.

He was very good at it.

Not letting himself think about it too much more, to keep a different kind of ache at bay, Mouse took another step forward. He wasn't hesitating anymore, more sure of himself while he stood up on his toes to all but crash their lips together. At least, he was pretending he still had the ability to feel confident. He could be rejected at any second, pushed away, kicked out of the apartment and told to never come back.

That didn't happen.

Instead, Will kissed him back.

Will's hands went to his waist.

Will twisted them so that Mouse's back was pinned against the edge of the counter.

It was exactly the distraction he needed. It was solid, and consuming, and he could focus on doing instead of thinking. Mouse could drag his palms over the bare chest that was pressed so close to his. He could tilt his chin further up into the kiss to make sure it didn't end too soon. He could roll his hips forward to chase what friction was offered. It was dizzyingly perfect, and he let himself get caught up in it. Pleasure was always better than pain, no matter how much hurt would catch up to him later.

They moved from the kitchen to the hallway, and then the bedroom, and Mouse gasped for little breaths of air when they finally paused their kisses. He hadn't quite let himself be laid out yet, halfway between perched at the end of the bed and standing, clinging to the arms that were helping him stay mostly upright. If he let go, the leg between his own might disappear, and he didn't think he could keep himself together if that happened.

"Are you sure you've got the right Halstead?"

The question was barely enough to make him pause, the obvious answer on the tip of his tongue. The right Halstead was the one he'd been trailing after for years. The right Halstead was his best friend. The right Halstead was somewhere else in the city. In bed with his fiancée. The right Halstead had found the right girl, and Mouse had known from the very start that the right Halstead would never be his Halstead. So the only answer he could give to Will's question was the honest one, no matter how much it reminded him of the ache.

"No."

The look in the eyes that met his hadn't changed. Nothing about what they were doing had changed. They'd both known the truth before it had been said aloud, and acknowledging it didn't eliminate the tension in the room or disperse any of their arousal. The truth didn't change the desire that had captivated them both, and it certainly didn't stop the kisses from continuing.

Mouse actually felt the corners of his mouth turn upward in a small smile. It wasn't a conscious thing, and it wasn't even all that genuine, just an instinctual reaction to the buzz under his skin. He couldn't remember a time where the act of sex felt bad, and he doubted that would change just because he was more aware than normal about who he actually wanted to be in bed with.

There were plenty of differences between the body in his head and the body in front of him. One was taller and leaner. Had brown eyes instead of grey. Had fiery red hair long enough to grab onto and tug. But as soon as he closed his eyes, his brain could be tricked. A Halstead was a Halstead, and he'd had enough to drink that he didn't care about the differences.

"So... I take it you don't care that I'm thinking about someone else..." He managed the words between kisses once his back was comfortably settled in the blankets. Even when their lips parted, there were brushes to his cheeks, along the prickly hair at his jaw, down his neck. It was as overwhelmingly pleasurable as he could take, the attention making him squirm until strong hands found his hips again. He couldn't grind up into the warm body above his when he was pinned down to the bed. "I never took you to be a casual sex kind of guy..."

"I'm normally not." Will growled out the words just below his ear and punctuated them with a gentle nip to his skin. "But you are. Fair's fair, right? If you get to think about someone else, so do I."

"Sounds fair to me."

"And you won't get offended if I say someone else's name?"

Of all the questions he'd been asked so far that night, that was the one to make Mouse scoff and have to hold back a hysteric burst of laughter. There weren't many people who actually said his name when they were together, not when they were usually just like him, using a night of pleasure to try to forget someone else.

"God, no." Shaking his head, he flashed a cheeky grin upward when the space between them grew just enough for them to make eye contact again. "I was stateside a few years ago, just in Atlanta for a weekend, and I picked up a straight guy. I don't judge. He just wanted something to come into, and I was more than willing. The fact that he thought about the ex he was still in love with didn't matter to me. That was the night that someone came inside me while calling out my mother's name. Trust me, nothing you call me will compare to that."

That was the first time the look in those brown eyes changed. Since they'd kissed in the kitchen, they had only watched him with awe, with a kind of disbelief that he was there at all. It was a similar enough expression to the look on Jay's face when he walked into the bar earlier that evening that he'd actually relished in it. It was close enough to what he wanted that the little differences didn't matter. He would never get the real thing. A diluted version of it was something he wanted to cling to for the short time that he got it.

When things changed, he knew that time had shorted significantly.

"Casual sex, I get. No lasting connections, I understand. But..." Will watched him closely for a moment, the pause brief but present, neither of them looking away. "Being with someone who doesn't even want you... there had to be better options than that. Why go for the guy who doesn't even want to be with you?"

"Because no one wants to be with me."

Mouse answered quickly, his confidence disappearing at the further acknowledgment of the truth. He couldn't grin or smirk or paint on a smile anymore. All the energy he had that night to put on any kind of act was used during the party, when he had to pretend he wasn't dying inside with every passing second. Putting on a brave face was only easy for a little while before it became too painful to keep up.

"Mouse..."

"What? You think I'm wrong?" He shook his head with a frown, the ache in his chest returning at full force. "Everyone I've slept with in the last decade has used me the exact same way I use them. They need a distraction. They want to pretend I'm someone else. No one ever gets into bed with me because they want me. Even the people outside of all those beds don't want me. I'm not delusional enough to be that blind."

When the weight over him started to pull back, he knew exactly what it meant. The opportunity to drown himself in physical pleasure in an attempt to block out the emotional pain was gone as quickly as it had appeared. It had been stupid to think it was going to happen in the first place, if only because everything he'd said had been true. No one had ever wanted him in their bed, let alone in their life.

He hadn't spoken to either of his parents in almost a decade. The man he was in love with was engaged to someone else. Everyone he took to bed closed their eyes and replaced him with something in their imagination. Even that night was going to help prove his point, because he'd been too honest. He'd shown too much of himself, and now he wasn't even worth the effort of a quick fuck.

"Look... I don't know what your intentions were when you came over here, Mouse, but you're not up to this tonight. Get some sleep, okay?"

"Will..."

"I'll leave some water and Aspirin in here for when you wake up."

"I'm sorry..."

"Yeah. Goodnight, Mouse."

He'd been wrong. An empty hotel room would have been a lot less lonely.

[cupids-chronicles]

The Twisted series: Twisted Games #2

Author: Ana Huang

Genre: Romance, New Adult

My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐/5.

Spice: 🌶🌶🌶🌶

Goodreads rating: 4.1/5

Pages: 448

Published: 29 July 2021

Twisted Games Review

Note: This book is intended for mature audiences over the age of 18 due to explicit content (steamy chapters).

Alright, dear readers, buckle your tiaras because "Twisted Games" is serving up royal drama on a silver platter – and no, it's not the kind that involves pumpkin carriages or glass slippers.

Meet Bridget. She’s not the kind of princess who spends her days brushing her long, golden locks or singing to forest animals. She’s up to her crown in palace politics and fending off the smoldering glances from her bodyguard, Rhys. Sounds more like an episode of "The Real Housewives of the Royal Palace", doesn't it?

Before we proceed, let's get one thing straight: this book might be many things, but a bedtime story for your five-year-old niece? Not so much. Brace yourselves for some steamy escapades, particularly in Chapters 19, 28, 29, 32, 36, and 45. So if you blush easily, maybe get a fan ready – or just read those bits twice.

Through a whopping 51 chapters, Ana Huang treats us to the inner turmoils of both our rebellious princess and her broody bodyguard. Imagine combining “The Princess Diaries”, “Bodyguard”, a slice of “Bridgerton”, and a little bit from “Pretty Woman” into a narrative blender. The result? A spicy royale smoothie called "Twisted Games".

Though it's a sequel, you can jump right into this without much confusion. But let’s be real; starting from book one will give you all the juicy deets to savor the drama even more. Ana Huang, our literary chef, crafts characters with so much zest and flavor that you're bound to get a heartburn (the good kind, of course).

Let's chat about this gem of a quote, shall we? “Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths.” I mean, raise your hand if you've been there, done that, and got the commemorative t-shirt. It's a universal nod of understanding from women across realms, royal or not.

Now, onto Rhys. Imagine if James Bond was assigned to guard Princess Mia Thermopolis – that's the vibe. Strong, mysterious with a side of 'I know I’m hot' swagger. Meanwhile, Bridget’s spunk and witty retorts are a much-needed reminder that princesses are more than just their tiaras.

To wrap up, "Twisted Games" is like biting into a chocolate truffle – rich, a tad messy, and utterly satisfying. If you're craving drama with a dash of romance and a generous sprinkle of royal mischief, Ana Huang’s dish is ready to be served. Dive in, and remember: palace walls have ears, but they can't resist a good love story.

Please note that this book is part of a series, but can be read as a stand alone.

Wait a minute boys and girls, check out these trigger warnings first:

Child abuse recounted.

Substance addiction mentioned.

Grief & loss depiction.

Death of a parent during childbirth.

Death of a parent in a car accident.

Death of a parent from an overdose.

Gun violence.

Kidnapping mentioned.

Romance Tropes, you ask ?

Age Gap

Bodyguard

Forbidden Romance

Forced Proximity

Rich Heroine

Royalty

Who do we meet in this book ?

Bridget

Rhys

What to read next:

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

The Selection (The Selection #1) by Kiera Cass

Thorne Princess by L.J. Shen 

[farmergadda]

Smarter people than I have written at length about rules lawyers and why they are the way they are. Primarily, the focus tends to be on how DMs can work with or around those people to benefit their individual games, but I've been thinking a lot about the rules of dnd on their own.

Dungeons and Dragons has always been a set of prescribed rules- the nature of the mechanics require a level of sensible math in order to make all the parts connect together in ways that make sense, so in order to not bungle it up by just doing whatever feels right, every potential action or interaction needs to have defined rules, preferably tested and tweaked to perfection, with any rough edge cases filed off or given a seperate set of rules in the event you need them. This is why dnd as a community is obsessed with the idea of "balance." If an item gives just one point too many to a roll, it skews a shit ton of the math that goes into probability, if an effect lasts for just one round too many, it makes other abilities the statistical worse option to take- if you don't use the Grapple Rules, what's to stop players from taking advantage of X Y and Z?

It's a system where the math is obfuscated to the point of mysticism so the players can believe they're going on fantasy land adventures, but also so REQUIRED, that any action that doesn't have the Right Math attached to it can effectively "RUIN" the entire experience. And for a lot of people who are super INTO that math, who understand it and can manipulate it, and considering the crunch as part of the fun of the thing- that's perfectly ok! There's a reason the community split off for Pathfinder.

But my issue and why I've been thinking on it, is how it greatly LIMITS play. Because there needs to be consistant, fine tuned rules for everything, in a game where you're arguably allowed to imagine ANYTHING, the game fails to live up to the needs of it's key players. If you're a Theatre Kid who wants to do dramatic, off the wall, crazy shit because it feels right in the moment- you need a DM who's capable enough of coming up with a shit ton of math on the fly. (which is a seperate thread) If you're a Rules Lawyer... well.

Because the fantasy assumes there's a rule for everything, and the fantasy operates solely on those rules, then the Rules must be The Game. Nothing outside of the rules can exist, for if it does, then the rules aren't infallible, and the entire premise this game hinges on is that the rules are infallible! It isn't so much a break in immersion as a break in trust. The Rules are the gold standard backing the DM's fantasy world- we can trust in the DM because we know they're beholden to the rules.

There either is a rule for something, or it may as well not exist. And to circle back to the start of this ramble- the obfuscatedd nature of 5e math doesn't even mean the math needs to be accurate or right! A lot of people just assume it's correct if it's formatted similar enough to official 5e materials. It's the illusion of objective correctivity that they cling to. And because we're humans- when something arises to tell us that our perception of the game, the rules, the fantasy, the reality is WRONG??? yeah, we don't respond well to that kinda stuff.

And all of this would be perfectly fine. I've long established myself as someone who doesn't like, nor has any interest in playing 5e. Ignoring the social aspect of ttrpgs, I could simply exist in my own personal bubble and happily never need to deal with any of this ever again. But I still play fantasy games. And I still have players who through cultural osmosis, approach me with the same ingrained behaviors as ardent 5e players have. It's literally the backbone of their game! The rules are the arbiters of what can and cannot exist in the fantasy.

Anything that exists OUTSIDE of the rules aren't to be attempted, for fear of "ruining" the game. What if something weird happens as the result of an unforseen interaction? How can we trust the DM if they're not linking everything back to a stable, almost divine set of operating parameters we can sort of understand? Something something Mr. Incredible Math is Math gif.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 300: Days of Our Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: Hawks was all “hey Jeanist, wanna go on a road trip with me to my mom’s house?” Jeanist was all “you know it,” and so they hopped into Jeanist’s jercedes and took off. Hawks took a nap and had a flashback to his Dickensian childhood living in a abject poverty with his jerk mom and jerk dad, thinking heroes were make-believe until one day Endeavor arrested his dad and Baby Hawks was all “OH SHIT.” And then he saved a bunch of people, and the HPSC was all “what do we have here,” and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Back in the present, Hawks was all “well my life is currently in shambles, but on the plus side there’s no one bossing me around anymore so that’s pretty cool,” and then decided he was going to talk to Endeavor. Fandom was all “I can’t believe Hawks would side with his childhood hero over the man who burned his wings off and posted a video calling him a violent murderer who took after his abusive dad,” so that was fun and stuff. I can’t wait to see what piping fresh takes this new chapter will bring.

Today on BnHA: Our old friend Carbonation Carl tries to loot a Starbucks and gets his ass kicked by a senior citizen. Society is all “YEAH, WE’RE REALLY STARTING TO GET SICK OF THIS SHIT.” Old Man Samurai is all “this room won’t stop me because I can’t read it” and abruptly decides to retire, which, fun fact, is literally THE LEAST HELPFUL THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE. Anyway so then a bunch of other punkasses follow suit, and while I won’t say that I’m actually starting to root for Stain to kill some peeps, just for the record I’m not not saying that either. Back in the hospital, Endeavor cries some tears because his life sucks, and then is confronted by his entire family, LED BY QUEEN REI, FIRST OF HER NAME, BACK IN BUSINESS AND LARGE AND IN CHARGE. Rei is all “fuck feeling sorry for yourself, we have a rogue Murder Son on the loose” and I swear to god I have never felt so alive.

so here we go! and just for the record, even though the last two chapters have been phenomenal, I don’t necessarily have any sky-high expectations for chapter 300, mostly because chapters 100 and 200 consisted of Mei Boobs, and Toadette and her horrific quirk lmao. so go ahead Horikoshi, what are you gonna pull out of your hat for this one

oh, back to this stuff again. sob

I guess there was only so much time we could spend having hospital antics and exploring Hawks’s past before we got back to dealing with the whole “the world has gone to absolute shit” issue huh, lol

omg

what’s with these bizarrely cute Noumus. why do I want to pet them

so the narrative text is going on about how people have been super paranoid about the Noumu ever since the USJ incident a year ago. so yeah, I guess the fact that there are now a bunch of them confirmed to be running around is really freaking people out even on top of everything else

wtf is happening here

what did this poor lil glass ever do to anyone. r.i.p.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SODA SAM IS BACK ON THE LAM

tsk tsk tsk. my man has graduated from snatching purses to raiding cafes. going after that big money. this man has no business sense whatsoever lmao

OH BUT WATCH IT NOW!!

OH SNAP THE PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING BACK. WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW SAM

THIS MAN IS 172 YEARS OLD AND HE’S NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!

WTF IS HE LIGHTING THIS THING ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT. GETTEM GRANDPA YEAHHHH HE’S CHARGING AT EM YEAHHHHHH

lmao so that was fun. and now we’re cutting to Wash!! omg. look at him

he’s so dedicated. too bad you don’t have a car like Best Jeanist. probably takes a while when you’re just running everywhere

you see?? you were too slow!!

NOOOO, GRANDPA. he defeated Pepsi Pete, but lost his life in the process. this is too tragic

anyway so the good news is that the cafe has been saved! but the bad news is, there really isn’t much of a cafe left. huh. I guess that’s one of the reasons why people are supposed to get a license to use their quirks like this

oh snap and now everyone is coming outside, and they’re none too happy to see poor old Wash over here

seriously Wash, get a bicycle or something. also the way this guy is gesturing so dramatically with his hand in this sort of “YOU SEE!! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!” manner is sending me

OH MY GOD

HE SPEAKS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IT MEANS JEANS PUNS ARE YESTERDAY’S NEWS, FOLKS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE LAUNDRY PUNS. CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THIS ALL... UNFOLD

“the heroes had dwindled away” okay real talk you guys, it is literally only a matter of time before they press-gang the children into picking up their slack. I still don’t know how to feel about that, but it is happening one way or the other regardless. Child Soldiers 2 Electric Boogaloo. wonder if we’ll see a rise in vigilante action as well

OHO WHAT’S THIS? THIS IS A CHAPTER OF GRANDPAS HUH

-- no fucking way

WOW. WOW. WOWWWWWW

wow. so he didn’t do a fucking thing while the rest of the top ten were being turned into red mist in the previous arc, and now that it’s all over and they need his help more than ever, he decides... THAT IT’S TIME TO RETIRE. holy shit. “fuck you” doesn’t even begin to cover it my guy. you stand there and soak up those boos you coward

ohhhhhhh shiiiiit you guys. oh shit

the “I am not here” breaks my fucking heart for real though y’all. oh man. everything he worked for is gone just like that

(ETA: okay so a couple of the takes I’ve seen on this make it seem like All Might is somehow the bad guy here?? “this is what happens when society puts a bunch of glorified cops on a pedestal”, “finally the cracks in hero society are showing”, etc. etc. so, just a friendly reminder that this isn’t happening because of too much trust and a lack of critical thinking; this is happening because the villains killed all the heroes and broke a bunch of murderers out of jail. it’s happening because an organized league of terrorists succeeded in terrorizing, and so society is now understandably awash in fear and panic. like, it’s just wild to me that AFO is RIGHT FUCKING THERE, and yet week after week fandom still has their “IT’S ALL THE HEROES’ FAULT” signs still up on their lawns. BUT WHATEVER, MOVING ON.)

also though, so exactly how much time is passing here now? I wanted to go straight back to the hospital and see what happens with Deku and the Todorokis. please don’t tell me we’re jumping ahead sob. my aaaaangst

OH SHIT

STAIN. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I KNOW WE’VE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES, AND I STILL DESPISE YOU FOR CRIPPLING TENSEI AND TRYING TO KILL MY BEST BOY TENYA. BUT AS IT HAPPENS, THERE ARE ONE OR TWO OTHER HEROES OUT THERE NOW WHO I WOULDN’T MIND YOU PAYING A VISIT I’M JUST SAYING

LOL BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN’T THIS MAN, FFFFFF

sob. yeah I was talking about Old Man Samurai actually but YEAH. HEY THERE ENJI

also is this entire hospital actually run by characters from Super Mario Bros though. first Yoshi and now this guy, come the fuck on that is not a coincidence

lmao they stuck him in another one of these cavernous creepy hospital rooms

wtf is it with Horikoshi and these giant fucking rooms lately. Kacchan’s in chapter 298, then Tomie’s colossal house furnished with like one table and a TV, and now this. and the weirdest thing about it though is that “huge space with nothing to fill it up” is like the exact opposite of what you’ll usually find in Japanese homes lol

so now Enji is just sitting there thinking things like “my head is fuzzy” and “I’m alive” lmao okay. not quite all there yet, huh. I’ll give you a minute

I’m so fucking curious as to who his first visitor is going to be omg. either way it’s going to be interesting af, and either way fandom is probably going to feel some way about it but OH WELL

okay now his thoughts are getting more coherent! and he’s remembering Touya, and feeling regret for freezing up and forcing Shouto to deal with everything instead

!!! OH HERE GOES BRACE YOURSELVES Y’ALL IT’S ABOUT TO GET SPICY

NO TOUYA PLEASE DON’T CRY HONEY NO PLEASE

ohhhhhhh man

okay, I mean I didn’t expect you to, but so instead then you’re just going to do... what? lie there and wallow in regret and self-pity for the rest of your life? son you know that’s not how we deal with our problems here in Shounen

though also, I totally do get it though. honestly, thinking on it, I probably would have been disappointed with any other response. but so this is where the rest of his family (including his adopted son) come into play now though, because like it or not they’re all in this thing together. and so friends, I am once again asking you WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO VISIT ENJI FIRST

AHHHHHHH

KRANCH!!!! OMG AND THE OTHERS ARE SO TINY NEXT TO HIM THAT I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THEM AT FIRST. IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE TWENTY MILES AWAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS REGULATION HOCKEY RINK OF A ROOM

holy shit I’m so excited lkjlklhlglkasdsjldfk

SDKFJLSKHLKJL

the way she has him by his collar lmaoooo. “lol nah you’re not going anywhere pal.” damn straight, siblings have to be ride or die in situations like this. banding together for survival. strength in numbers

OH MY STARS I’M JUST WARNING YOU NOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO DISSECT EVERY LAST REMAINING PANEL OF THIS CHAPTER PROBABLY YOU GUYS. WE COULD BE HERE A WHILE

love how Fuyu has absolutely no idea how to segue into THE SINGLE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION SHE’S EVER HAD, so she just GOES FOR IT in pure small talk mode like they’re meeting up for brunch somewhere

I KNOW IT’S A SMALL THING, BUT I APPRECIATE THAT THE FIRST THING ENJI ASKS IS WHETHER THEY’RE OKAY

lastly while I can’t wait for more of this delicious Natsu angst, I also just have to say that Enji has as much reason to cry right now as anyone on the planet. you can’t deny that being confronted by your not-dead-but-you-thought-he-was-dead son who’s all “SURPRISE DAD I GREW UP TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW I’M GONNA MAIM YOUR OTHER KID” with a side order of “EVERYONE HATES YOU AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE GOOD EVER AGAIN” is enough to bum pretty much anyone out. there’s a Pagliacci the Clown joke here somewhere. BUT DOCTOR, I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO

oh man lol he is seriously falling apart

damn. like you guys, I’m sorry, go ahead and cancel me, but I do feel compassion for the man. it’s therapeutic for me to see an abuser actually feel remorse and be truly sorry and want to change and want to make it up to his family. and it’s also compelling as fuck to read a narrative about a family that’s trying to grapple with that, because let me tell you straight up, as someone who’s done a version of that song and dance -- it is exhausting. it is a piping hot mess. it’s a gigantic mishmosh of extremely volatile emotions that all somehow all contradict one another. love, hurt, hope, anger, betrayal, resentment, attachment, longing. it’s something you can both be desperate for and also want nothing at all to do with. and attempting to portray all of that and write about it is a monumental task, and one which Horikoshi has done so, so delicately thus far, and damn but I appreciate it. anyway, so I’m here and I’m ready for my latest helping of Todoroki Fam Feels you guys

GASP

oh man. OHMANOHMANOHMAN. CAN IT REALLY BE. IS THIS THE REDEMPTION ARC OF CHAPTERS 100 AND 200???

LMAO SHE’S ALL “WE ALL FEEL BAD YOU JACKASS STOP CRYING ABOUT IT”

LAY INTO HIM REI!! SORRY ENJI YOUR PITY PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED IN FAVOR OF A “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT” PARTY COURTESY OF QUEEN ELSA OVER HERE. THE PEOPLE TOOK A VOTE AND WE WANT LESS WHINING AND MORE ACTION

oh my god look at this lady folks

NOTE THE HAIR BLOWING IN THE NONEXISTENT WIND. NOW WE KNOW WHERE SHOUTO GOT THIS POWER FROM

(ETA: btw guys, seeing Rei handle this crisis like an absolute champ despite everything she’s been through is everything, though. I’m reminded of Hawks’s line last week about people sometimes unexpectedly finding liberation when they’re backed into a corner. like things may be shit but goddammit her kiddos need her.)

THE CHAPTER IS ALREADY ENDING SOB, IT’S ONLY A 17-PAGER THIS WEEK, BUT GODDAMN WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE

oh my god. oh my god oh my god. AND FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI FOR CUTTING IT OFF THERE sob. it’s like each week the wait for the next chapter becomes more painful. the Todofam is about to get real, and on top of that Hawks is gonna crash the party at some point down the line, and on top of that we’re still waiting for Kacchan to have his own heartfelt discussion about What The Fuck Are We Supposed To Do Next with his best friend who’s currently in a coma. all I want to do with my life is read about these three things, and all I can do is simply wait as they are portioned out in agonizing, addicting little installments every week

anyway! tune in next time as we answer the question of whether or not fandom will finally run its train of logic all the way through to its natural conclusion and somehow manage to cancel Noted Abuse Apologist Todoroki Fucking Rei. don’t act like it can’t happen. you all know nothing is sacred lol. anyways but I’m ready for anything lol, bring it

[yeosangsleftbicep]

sand, salt, and tears

series information:

pairing: Johnny x reader, Jaehyun x reader

summary: You have a boring job at the beach for the summer, but one day your life is spiced up after meeting a handsome lifeguard named Johnny and all of his friends.

genre: lifeguard au, summertime romance

warnings/themes: alcohol, drugs, (eventually maybe) smut, fluff, second-lead syndrome (?), angst, love-triangles, jealousy

"I’m here to help, you’re gonna be okay."

Ch.1

warnings: blood (small injury), swearing

word count: 2.1k

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You never intended for the summer between your sophomore and junior years of college to be packed with hard work and stress. In fact, you thought that having a part-time job in a beach town would be quite the opposite. That it would be full of seasonal flings, sunburns, and plenty of time relaxing on the beach enjoying your sappy romance novels. Instead, your absolute bitch of a boss, Cindy, had you working 35 hours a week wiping tables and taking orders, sometimes even being a substitute bartender if it was a busy night. Luckily for you, your best friend Karina also decided to take the plunge into the world of summer waitressing with you, and the two of you had almost every shift together. But still, you would much rather be stretched out underneath the sun right now than punching your 100th order of the morning into the restaurant’s computer system. You sigh aloud at the thought of the salt water lapping at the shore, seagulls flapping around while the local surf rock station plays quietly on the radio in the sand next to you.

“Y/N!!” an obnoxious voice shouts, shaking you out of your seashore reverie. Your eyes refocus just in time to see Cindy storming towards you in anger, her eyes scrunched with a fury that only ever comes out when you’ve messed up. “You’ve been standing there for 2 minutes doing nothing,” she hisses through her teeth. “Pull yourself together. You only have a half hour left on your shift, and then you’re free to be as useless as you want.”

“Sorry,” you mumble under your breath, holding back a sarcastic retort to the last part of Cindy’s criticism. You punch the order into the system and sweep yourself back into the dining room to do rounds and check on the tables that you’ve already served food to.

---

True to her word, Cindy released you from hell 30 minutes later. As quickly as possible, you strip off your apron and change into one of your favorite blue bikinis in the employee bathroom, wanting to hit the beach as soon as possible. You find Karina waiting outside the restaurant in her white Jeep Wrangler, roof and doors removed for the warm summer weather. On the rare days when the two of you don’t share a shift, this is always your routine. Karina picks you up at the end of your 2 o’clock shift and drives the two of you to the beach where you spend the next four hours basking in the sun and body-boarding in the water.

Today is no different, and the two of you soon find yourselves spreading out your towels and slathering yourselves in sunscreen, preparing for an afternoon of the reason you truly came to the small beach town this summer: relaxing. After an hour or so of sunbathing and reading some rather spicy parts of your latest romance novel, you and Karina decide it’s time for a dip in the ocean. “Hey, Y/N, go check what the water temperature is so we can mentally prepare ourselves before turning into popsicles in the ocean,” Karina giggles, gesturing towards the nearest lifeguard stand. You nod in agreement and make your way over to the back of the tall white chair where information such as water temperature and high tide is usually posted. As you near the stand however, you notice that instead of temperatures and warnings, someone had written the words ‘Ask me!’ over the chalkboard.

You glance up at the lifeguard to try and catch their eye, but an umbrella has been propped sideways to block a northward wind, preventing you from being able to see the person sitting there. “Excuse me!” you shout, hand shielding your eyes from the sun as you make your way around to the front of the stand. “Is everything okay?” a gentle voice responds. The lifeguard, a rather lanky, handsome man with black hair brushing the top of his ears, leans over. “Everything’s fine,” you respond with a timid smile. “I was just wondering what the water temperature is?”

The man’s form visibly relaxes as he realizes that there was no emergency and you just wanted some information. “Oh! Yeah, the temperature is 67°,” the lifeguard responds.

“Okay, thank you!” you shout, turning away to walk back to where Karina was waiting.

“Wait! Are you planning on boarding at all?” he asks, forcing you to turn around. He glances over at Karina and the boogie boards lying on the sand next to her while she watches us.

“Um, yeah. Is that okay?” you respond, placing your hands on your hips.

“Of course, of course! You should just know that there’s some serious undertow and a pretty strong rip current in this area today. If you get pulled out just swim parallel to the beach to get back in or signal if you need help,” he smiles helpfully.

“Oh. Thanks, but I think I’ll be okay,” you nod. “I’ve been coming to this beach and boarding since I was a little kid.”

The lifeguard just shrugs and sits down, but you can feel his eyes on you and Karina as the two of you grab your boards and dive into the frigid waves. Unfortunately for you, the lifeguard was quite right about the strong currents, and you spent half of your time in the water struggling to not be dragged down the entire length of the beach. After about a half hour of unsuccessfully attempting to catch some waves, Karina sighs and starts to swim in. “Maybe tomorrow will be better conditions. Neither of us are working so we can be out here all day if you want,” she exclaims, always the optimist. “Ok,” you reply. “I’m going to stay out here a little longer and then head in. Do you mind taking my board?”

You un-velcro the strap from your wrist and push the board towards Karina for her to drag it onto the sand. As soon as you let go of the board, you begin to realize just how much you were relying on it to keep you afloat in the strong current, especially considering you aren’t in an area where you can touch the bottom. After just a couple of minutes of treading water, you decide to follow Karina’s idea and begin to swim towards the shore. Karina sees you making her way towards her, but she waves her hands and shouts, pointing to the ocean behind you. A quick glance tells you that there’s a massive wave just seconds away from crashing on your head. “Shit,”  you curse, turning around and bracing yourself to be pommeled. Had you been farther out, you might have been given the chance to dive under the wave as it crested, but you were in the exact area that, when the wave finally arrived, the only thing you could do was take a deep breath and hope for the best.

As the wave crashes around you and catches you in it’s white waters, you tuck your knees into your chest, feeling yourself bounce around, your shins catching the sharp shells and rocks being thrown around you. After what feels like forever, you finally resurface, gasping for breath and a little red-faced from the embarrassment of wiping out, but still alive. And yet, something felt weird. As you catalogue your surroundings, you notice that you are farther from the shore than you were when you went under. Much farther. You try to plant your feet on the sand beneath you, but instead begin to sink below the surface. Having been tired out from fighting the waves for the past hour, you begin to panic, forgetting everything that the lifeguard had just told you about swimming out of rip currents.

In your own panicking and splashing around, you fail to notice someone swimming towards you. Someone wearing red swimming trunks with a bright orange buoy tied around their waist. When the lifeguard finally reaches you, he grabs your wrist to place your hand on the float, causing you to scream out in surprise, still not realizing that someone was there to save you.

“Shhh, shhhh calm down it’s okay,” the lifeguard says, reaching for your hand again. “I’m here to help, you’re gonna be okay.”

You try your hardest to hold in your tears as you grip onto the lifeguard’s buoy, but you feel like you can barely breath from the panic that you just experienced. You squeeze the orange plastic so tightly that your knuckles turn white, something that the lifeguard is quick to notice. “You’re going to be okay,” he once again reassures you. “What’s your name?” he asks in a soothing voice.

After a few deep gasps, you’re able to get out, “Y/N.”

The man smiles. “Hi, Y/N. I’m Johnny. I’m going to get you back to solid ground, okay? But I’m going to need you to stay calm for me, okay? Or else it’s going to be a lot harder for me.”

Unable to respond, you just rapidly shake your head, eager to have your feet touching the earth again. Johnny places one of his hands on the other side of the buoy, and uses his right arm to begin towing you back towards the shore. In no time, the water grows lighter as you and Johnny cut through the water, eventually reaching an area where you can once again stand. “Are you okay?” he asks, turning towards you with a worried sound to his voice. You once again nod, embarrassed to meet his eyes and not trusting your voice to be stable if you spoke.

Johnny gives you a once over, his eyes lingering on your knee. You follow his gaze and notice that during the wave, a shell must have gashed your leg open, and a steady flow of blood is now streaming through the cut on your knee. “Why don’t you come up to my stand and let me check that out?” Johnny asks, although it comes out as more of a command. “O-Okay,” you whisper. He places a steadying hand on your back and guides you up the sand to where Karina is waiting for you. “Oh. My. God,” Karina shrieks, seeing the injury on your leg. “She’ll be fine,” Johnny comments to her. “I just want to clean and bandage the cut to make sure that it doesn’t get infected.”

He guides you to sit down on a foldable chair at the base of the lifeguard stand while he climbs up to get a medical kit. “This might sting a bit,” Johnny apologizes in advance, opening the bag to pull out an alcohol wipe. “It’s okay, I can handle it,” you grimace.

“Just like you said you can handle the ocean?” Johnny asks, looking up with a small grin. “Sorry, too soon.”

“For your information,” you begin. “I would ordinarily be able to deal with that wave, no problem. I just wasn’t ready.”

“Mm-hm. I’m sure,” Johnny nods sarcastically.

“Hey,” you frown. “You don’t know me well enough to be making fun of me- HOLY SHIT THAT HURTS!”

You glance down to see Johnny dabbing at the wound on your leg with the cleansing cloth. “Sorry,” he grimaces. “I did try to warn you.”

Johnny goes to wipe at the cut again, another wave of pain rolling over you. You involuntarily reach out to squeeze the closest thing, which happens to be Johnny’s bare back as he’s bent over your knee. “Jesus, woman,” Johnny swears, pulling away as your nails dig into his skin in pain. Your hands shoot up to cover your mouth. “I’m so sorry!” you squeak. He sucks air in quickly through his teeth as he glances over his shoulder to look at the scratches you left on him. “I normally have to buy someone a few drinks before I get them to mark me like that,” he chuckles, turning his attention back to your leg, which he begins to cover with a bandage.

Your cheeks color a bright red at the suggestive comment, although luckily Johnny doesn’t glance up at that moment to see your embarrassment.

“There. All done,” Johnny says, gently patting your knee and standing up. “The next time I tell you to watch out for the rip, listen to me,” he orders, raising an eyebrow at me. “Yessir,” you say seriously, giving him a sarcastic little salute. Johnny’s grins. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

“See you around, Johnny,” you respond, slowly limping your way back to Karina.

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a/n: Please like if you enjoyed it so I know whether to keep writing!

[leefelixs]

boyfriend yang jeongin • stray kids

genre: fluff

pairing: yang jeongin & you

word count: 1625 words

summary: dating jeongin and all the quirks/aspects of your relationship

notes: the final part of the boyfriend series with our energetic and hardworking jeongin! i’m so sad to finish this series omg...if any of you have any requests for another series please feel free to send it! (i’m also sorry for the delay i needed an emotional break after the most recent episode)

jeongin would work hard to be a good boyfriend! it would be his first serious relationship and he’d want to make it work out for both sides

at first he’d be a little shy and cautious about getting to know each other past friends

and due to this he has a hard time holding eye contact with you and gets flustered whenever it happens

he’s so used to stealing glances at you from when he had a crush on you so...being able to look at you freely is so foreign

“jeongin you don’t have to be so nervous, it’s okay. you got this.”

“i can’t help it! this is so much. you’re really cute and it’s hard to deal with.”

but as time passes he grows to be comfortable

forces himself to learn to look you in the eye for long periods of time and not stress when it happens...it’s cute really

he’ll have you sit across from him and just stare at you intently with his hands cupping his cheeks and he’s squinting

until he feels awkward again and sends you a little shy smile and a little finger heart awe

because he’s new to the whole concept of dating he’d try to take it slow and gentle! he’s learned all the unspoken rules of dating and tries to learn from them

it’s a pure kind of love where you both give and take the same amount of happiness and effort

his smiles are so genuine around you and he feels free to express himself as pleases and doesn’t focus on exaggerating how he feels to liven up the area

whenever he laughs or smiles and his braces peek through you get so happy it’s so wholesome and cute!! so exciting

“you should smile like that always!” and jeongin just holds his cheeks because he’s so happy it hurts

he pushes you to try new things together! he doesn’t mind having a set routine in the relationship but he wants to explore as much as possible with you and learn about what works between the two of you

“let’s try something new this saturday! we need to do something more exciting.”

really into skinship like a loooot and probably becomes accustomed to always having skin contact with you somehow whether it be by holding your hand or poking your face

he did this even before you guys dated but once it’s official it just becomes more frequent

he loves hugs and holding onto you the most!

he loves starting it and usually he’s the one clinging onto you and being affectionate but...he really likes it when you are too

dating jeongin means never being alone. do you have some work to do? are you eating? are you sleeping? no problem

he will quietly slip next to you and put his arms around you or rest his head against your back and hum patiently while waiting for you to become unoccupied

you both get so loud together...one moment you’re both play fighting with each other and the next you’re both singing and dancing to trot really awfully and off key

has no problem getting pouty with you to get what he wants but...you can’t resist (but that’s okay because when you do it too neither can he)

ALWAYS wants to take cute couple pictures...whether it be someone taking one of you guys or selfies he has so so many

and most of them are goofy or have cute little filters from snow but they’re still saved on your phone

you are his lock screen no matter what and when people notice and take his phone he’s like ‘NO GIVE IT BACK!’ and waves his arms around frantically because he’s shy

your mom adores him and like can you blame her?

“how’s jeongin sweetie?”

“he’s fine mom.”

“are you bringing him over anytime soon?”

“uhm i can bring him over soon. why do you like him so much?”

“because he’s so sweet and respectful. he’s a wonderful boy.”

oh and he’s sooo proud of it too, when you tell him about it he puts his hand over his heart and nods to himself in acknowledgement

your first date together is at the mall because where else is perfect for teenagers? 

he’s so excited and drags you along to lots of cute stores and makes sure to buy you a gift when you run out of money

constantly shoving things into your hands that he thinks would look nice on you and hyping you up about it

“try this on! it really suits you.”

takes you to the food court and you both eat a whole pizza by yourselves...young love = hunger

such a supportive sweetheart it doesn’t matter what problem you has he will sit down and help or listen

always suggesting things to help solve your problem no matter how long he’s been naming things because he refuses to give up until you feel better

there’s really no dramatic conflict to focus on...he’s still young and most of your conflicts are just exaggerated emotions or events affecting both of you

one little thing can become a full blown argument

it isn’t intense or anything but rather just two displeased people who are huffy and upset at their disagreements and become awkward because they don’t want to admit their right

he’ll be grumpy for a while and avoid you until he calms down but it usually stops in an hour

“psst...are you busy?”

“no, i’m not. is something wrong?”

“i just wanted to say i’m sorry for earlier. i miss you.”

when he’s by himself and he thinks about you he shoves his face into a pillow and screams

your first kiss isn’t necessarily on the lips...it’s on the cheek because jeongin is overthinking it and terrified of messing up

it’s after he walks you home from eating at the ice cream shop close to your house and leaves you at the front steps at your house

you can tell he’s nervous because he’s looking at his hands and when he hugs you before you go in he stops you

“wait! don’t go yet.”

and you just turn confused because maybe you forgot something?

jeongin gulps before leaning in carefully and pressing a cute little kiss to your cheeks and smiling

“okay, you can go now! goodnight. please take care.”

forces you to sit down and watch asmr videos with him and sends new videos to you at 4 am

“look at this aloe vera asmr i found, it is very soothing and i like how the sound of the plant being cut sounds...do you think an aloe vera plant costs a lot?

“jeongin?”

“huh?”

“it’s really late. please sleep.”

“well sheesh you’re no fun!”

always doing food challenges with you and loves watching your reactions to spicy or sour food

jeongin uses some of his allowance to buy you cute little plushies or candies

has no hesitation sharing anything of his with you, he firmly believes everything he owns is also partly yours

“i’m so tired today i just want to go home and sleep but i have so many chores to do.”

“i can help with that, don’t worry. your boyfriend is here to save the day.”

jeongin is still young and has insecurities that overpower his common sense...so he does get a little jealous at times

but his form of expressing it is different from being angry or petty, he just gets quiet and needs reassurance that you still like him

constantly grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks and just doing weird things to your face and laughing so much at it

“are you okay? you’ve been zoning out a lot today jeongin. if you’re tired we can take a nap.”

“no i’m fine, i was just thinking of something.”

“what was it about?”

“i was just thinking about how much i like you. i think i might love you, i’m sorry if it’s soon.”

you love his brothers so much! they’re so nice to you and his younger one is very curious about you and his older brother teases both of you a lot

woojin, minho, and chan alternate taking turns to give you guys rides to places to go on dates and it’s really sweet

also constantly convinces you to do the same skin treatments with him and you guys have those matching hairbands and its really cute but embarrassing

if you’re not around he has you on skype and at first you were both so worried about looking nice in front of each other but now you have no problem being lazy and ugly with the other

both of you fall asleep on skype and keep the call going because he likes to know you fell asleep and are resting and it makes him go to sleep feeling a lot calmer

probably texts you all day at school and gets in trouble for it but that doesn’t stop yang jeongin! nothing does (until they threaten to call chan lol)

whenever hes about to see you he records running up to you and your reaction and captions it with a bunch of heart emojis

always shares his lunch with you and eventually ends up bringing a second set of lunch for you to eat

one day you mention how much you liked borrowing his clothes and the next day he runs to your house with a box of old jackets and sweaters of his for you to wear

jeongin is just a sweetheart...his heart is so big and he has so much love and happiness to give you

it’s so much fun being with you and he feels like he has something to look forward to when he’s with you

[acilegnamai]

On Board the Seoul Train!

If there's something that I'm quite hesitant to try despite being a self-proclaimed food lover, it is to eat a completely different cuisine. For the record, I never tried Korean before thinking that their taste buds have a higher level of tolerance when it comes to all things spicy. But when I saw this unique place of what it seems to me like a "Train to Busan"-inspired restaurant in Facebook, I began to think twice. Then I saw that it is a Korean BARBECUE restaurant. That keyword really spoke a lot to me. And I knew I had to drag Chad into eating Samgyeopsal which he ecstatically accepted. What happens next? We got a reservation for two after a few days!

Brace yourselves K-pop, Korean Drama fans and food lovers alike! The coolest and newest Korean Barbecue place has finally arrived! Aaaand just a fair warning, this is a photo heavy post. Aaaaand you might just get your samgyeopsal cravings working. *wink* *wink*

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