#ended up pulling an all nighter thanks to that and I have no regrets

[flynnriderishot]

hi, I loved the last vinnie image. I was thinking what If it's the other way around and it's him who sometimes forgets to take care of himself. like he doesn't go to sleep even if he's exhausted or something like that. thank you ❤️‍🩹

without you (vinnie’s version) - v.h

a/n: hope this is okay! i’m glad you enjoyed the last one :)

vinnie groaned in annoyance as he tossed his towel to the ground.

“vincent.”

the sound of your sweet voice easily calmed his tense nature.

“are you alright?” you asked, trying not to get distracted by the car oil that covered his biceps, or the thin layer of sweat that coated his golden skin.

“i’m okay. what’s going on?”

“it’s almost ten.”

he furrowed his brows, “okay?”

“ten pm.” you elaborated, watching his brows raise in shock.

he mumbled to himself at how he managed to lose track of time while working on his car. he immediately began to apologize as he noticed the little pajamas you were currently wearing.

“it’s movie night, vin.”

“i know, babe, i’m so sorry.” he ran a hand over his face, his wife beater lifted up at the action, “i was working, adjusted the wrong part and got caught up in fixing it.”

he didn’t go into too much detail, knowing that the information would completely go over your head as the only thing you knew about cars was how you loved seeing the ones that looked like they came straight out of the Cars movie (author insert 😉).

“maybe you should take a break.” you suggested, “relax, shower, watch a movie with your favorite person, sleep, maybe cuddle with your favorite person—“

he scoffed out a laugh, shaking his head at your no so subtle hints.

“wake up tomorrow with a better attitude. and come back and fix your car. either way you need sleep, you look exhausted.”

you stepped up, running you thumbs over cheek bones.

he sighed softly, “you’re right.”

“when am i wrong?” you shrugged.

“almost never.” he agreed, “let me clean this up and i’ll come meet you, okay?”

you nodded, walking towards the exit of the garage, “don’t take too long.”

“i promise i won’t.” he called out, watching with a smile as you walked off.

he smiled to himself as he began to put things away, his mind focused on his favorite person waiting in their shared bed for him to hurry.

truthfully, if you hadn’t come out to get him, vinnie could have stayed up all night working on his car. while it would have gotten done, he knew he would’ve regretted the lack of sleep caused by pulling a possible all nighter.

thank god you were there to stop him before he could.

•••

you walked down the hall with a plate of alfredo in your hand, a dr pepper in your other.

usually, when your boyfriend was doing his streams, you chose to stay away from the room. you didn’t enjoy hearing him yell and scream at his game for whatever reason, it just wasn’t worth the headache in your eyes.

you opted for allowing him to have his fun with his fans and fellow gamers while you enjoyed the peace and quiet in another room.

in the end, it all worked out fine.

until you realized how dedicated he was to playing a game and completely neglecting himself and his needs in the process.

you knocked on the door before entering, already having an idea that your boyfriend most likely wouldn’t have heard you over his own screaming.

“vinnie.”

he immediately turned at the sound of your voice, “yes, ma’am?”

“you need to eat.” you spoke softly, yet your tone was still somehow stern as you stepped further into the room.

he watched you with soft eyes as you made your way over to him. his eyes trailed over your body, taking in your simple outfit before smiling gently once he noticed the plate of food in your hand.

“thank you, baby.”

“you’re welcome.” you nodded, standing behind his chair, leaning against the back of it as you watched his chat go crazy at your monthly appearance.

it wasn’t often that the fans got to see more than a small glimpse of you walking in the background when vinnie streamed.

it sucked, because the fans truly did adore you as a person. they also loved the small bits of coupes content they would get when you appeared on any of vinnie’s accounts.

while you did social media yourself, you didn’t post as often as you did when quarantine was still a thing.

you weren’t a fan of how drastically things changed once everyone decided they wanted to become social media stars.

you weren’t against people pursing the career that you and your boyfriend did, it was just how weird to you how things went from dancing and thirst trapping on tiktok to bullying and berating random people for views and attention.

instead of risking getting involved in anything, you chose to slowly stray away from the toxic world of social media.

so it was safe to say that you running your fingers through vinnie’s hair as his cheeks flushed red at the simple sight of you was the highlight of their day.

“yo, chat. i want you all to know that if it wasn’t for y/n, i’d be dead by now.”

although you knew he was joking, you couldn’t stop yourself from swatting at his shoulder playfully, “don’t joke like that.”

“i’m not joking, babe. your daily reminders are the reason i’m even still standing.”

“al-right.” you dragged out, a short chuckle following as you straightened up, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of his head before you started to walk away.

“text me when you’re finished so i can either get you more or just to grab your dish, yeah?”

“yeah.” he nodded, “i love you, baby.”

“i love you.”

he read over the chat, his happiness clear in his eyes as he took another bite out of his food. thinking about it, his mind went through all the times you’ve managed to pull him out of his ways.

he really didn’t know what he would’ve done without you.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie x reader #chris sturniolo x reader

[priniya]

hii can i request jameson hawthorne x fem reader who is kind of like his aunts or grandfathers intern? ans j like them w a super flirty relationship and tension. ty!!

˗ˏ` INTERNSHIP! 🎞️ ´ˎ˗

pairing. jameson hawthorne x intern!reader

summary. jameson’s life seems to get undeniably more boring than ever and alisa comes with a rescue.

author’s note. i LOVE jameson hawthorne. i felt like i needed to say that. idk if this is flirty enough but i hope u like it <3 thank u so much for the req, i love my boyfriend 🫶 not proofread! i wrote it at night so might be lots of typos or grammar mistakes 👎👎

EVERYTHING WAS BORING, college was boring, annoying grayson was boring, which truthfully made jameson feel as boring as ever. it almost felt as if his life lost its true meaning. it reached the point, where avery would poke fun at him, saying things like nana probably threw a spell on you, or look at that, jameson hawthorne has nothing to do, the world is ending, which was, well… amusing, although he couldn’t admit it.

jameson’s life was getting more and more monotonous each day and for the first time, he didn’t know what to do with it. there was no thrill, no adrenaline rushing through his veins, nothing — and as a certified middle child, he was going absolutely crazy, becoming almost insufferable. xander thought it was funny, seeing him all worked up, but not at all at the same time.

it would go on until alisa brought an intern, who — as it turned out later — was the girl he met on a trip to tuscany during his gap year. someone he had an incredible connection with, but back then, jameson didn’t want any strings attached, which… resulted in a wave of regret, because he couldn’t let himself get your name.

hawthorne could feel his throat getting dry as his eyes scanned your outfit. the light beige shirt with the top button undone, so it wouldn’t suffocate you, the pencil skirt hugging your hips and thighs, exposing your legs almost perfectly. if he was even more unhinged than he usually is, he would probably had his mouth full of foam.

what was even worse than the outfit, which made him extremely feral, was that you didn’t even flinch when alisa introduced you and your eyes fell upon him. maybe he was wrong and mistook you for the tuscany girl? maybe you were just a random girl, who looked incredibly attractive in her work attire, that looked extremely similar to other girl he met in italy? so many questions, yet so little answers.

a long sigh has left your lips, the second you ran your face with cold water. of course, your luck had to bring you to the house of the guy you spent the best month of your life with. how was that even possible? neither of you had ever believed in the ‘we’ll meet again if we’re meant to be’ type of thing. you always said that life is made by coincidences, nothing is ever planned for you beforehand and as long as you’ve the money, no one will care what you’re doing. but here you were, in his house, wearing pieces of clothing you wouldn’t wear if you knew, feeling like a crap from pulling an all nighter the night before.

jameson winchester hawthorne has looked as good as you remembered him. dark, velvet dress shirt embracing his toned stomach and muscular arms that once (or twice) were wrapped around you. though, after all this time, he still wore the rings you bought him, which made your heart race.

you genuinely thought that the racing of your heart would stop after some time, especially since the internship at mcnamara, oren and jones had you spending an excruciating amount of time in the hawthorne house with jameson always being somewhere around. he’d often find you in the hallway, hardly ever exchanging more than few words, though always making sure to brush against your skin slightly.

“you’re agitating.” you muttered, when his back leaned against the counter, while you were fixing yourself a coffee, which unlike at the company, was truly amazing. “don’t have anything better to do?”

“c’mon, yn.” he sighed almost playfully, rolling his eyes at you. “can’t even crack a smile for me?” jameson’s tone coated your mind, sending a warm wave to your cheeks. it was the most thrilling thing to him these last couple weeks. seeing you get so flustered over the smallest act gave him the same feeling like when he cliff dived.

“i’m working, jameson.” the way his name rolled off your tongue made him smile. “it’s not tuscany. i need to get stuff done.”

“you remember tuscany, huh?”

this man was driving you insane. the way he smirked at you, the way his words had such an effect on you, the way he always knew what to say to make you flustered. “you’re such an idiot.” was all you said about his last comment, rolling your eyes at him as you noticed the red lipstick stain on the white mug.

YOU COULDN’T REALLY PINPOINT THE MOMENT when the strictly–formal conversations with the hawthorne brothers and grambs sisters became so casual. you couldn’t wait for the hawthorne days as you called them, when you could leave the bureau and the paperwork to join alisa with whatever she was doing there. most of the time, xander would steal you away to ask you the stupidest questions about law enforcement and law in general just to leave you fifteen minutes later.

as much as you tried to push jameson away to not raise any suspicions of the history you had, he was irresistible. always making sure to tease you in some kind of way. unfortunately or not, you started caving in, just like he predicted.

before you know it, your thighs were met with the cold surface of the bathroom counter in some fancy restaurant, the fabric of your emerald silky dress has ridden up as jameson pushed his right hand up your thigh, the left one squeezed your waist. his lips were pressed against yours, moving with a rough, possessive manner. some would say it was the tense atmosphere building up, when he couldn’t get you where he wanted.

and in that exact day, exact moment, jameson had you right when he wanted. it was a casual hangout, just him, his brothers, libby, avery and her friend, who also happened to be soon to–be–girlfriend of his youngest brother. but to jameson’s pleasure, everyone grew so fond of you that avery suggested you should go with them.

the theme was comfort, but elegant. so, the outfit of your choice was the silky dress that was accompanied by the necklace you got back in italy. the first words that came out of jameson’s mouth was a stutter. the sight of you made him stumble over the sentence he tried to make.

“you look — so amazing.” he groaned as his lips made a trail down your neck, sending a shiver down your spine, when his teeth had bitten the sweet spot right above your collarbone. “so fucking gorgeous.” the chain of praises was never ending.

your hands got on the collar of his shirt, gripping it as he continued to leave marks on your collarbones and shoulders. as much as you enjoyed his actions, you missed the feeling of his lips on yours. you pulled him up, hungrily crashing your mouth into his.

fifteen minutes later, the red lipstick was nowhere to be found on your face. on the other hand, there were lots of it on jameson. you were still sitting on the marble counter, legs wrapped around hawthorne’s hips. his mood was definitely better as he was zipping up your dress.

“a quickie in the bathroom, when did you turn so naughty, hm?” a chuckle escaped mouth as he watched you wipe the excess of your lipstick off his chin and bottom lip. “i met this cute guy during my vacation in europe. a real charmer.” you replied with a smirk, fixing the lacy strings of the dress as you jumped off the counter.

your chest was touching his, but neither of you moved away. you were still a little breathless from the unexpected activity and to be completely honest, it wasn’t enough — just looking at his stupid, handsome face made you crave him even more. you weren’t the only one though, considering that hawthorne couldn’t take his hands off of you as he brought one to your chin, tilting it upwards to have an easy access to kiss you again.

an involuntary grin hovered over your lips as his fingers brushed your cheek in a tender manner, before fixing his messy hair and leaving the bathroom. he closed the door just to open it again to wink at you and leave to get back to his siblings.

YOU COULD TELL that everyone already knew about the tiny thing going on between you and jameson. nevertheless, pretending like it wasn’t true was easier than admitting it. as long as alisa wasn’t asking any questions or forbidding you from showing up to the hawthorne house, you didn’t really care.

it was early, maybe even too early for your liking, when the alarm in your phone went off, earning a hoarse, incoherent groan from jameson, whose arm only tightened around your naked body. the only things covering you from flashing someone accidentally were the white sheets that kept you warm at night.

“turn it off.” another groan escaped his throat. he knew what this meant, it was five o’clock and you had to get to your dorm to get ready for the bureaucratic nightmare, as he liked to call it, at the law firm, which always handled all his familial issues. “gorgeous, there are lots of your stuff here, just go back to sleep. you can get ready here.”

“i can’t.” you replied, planting a few sweet kisses on his bare shoulder. “everyone will know i was here if i left later.” you added, your voice soft. your fingernails gently scratching the back of his neck.

“you act like they don’t know already.” you could swear he just laughed, his sleepy demeanour made him even more attractice at this point. “sorry to break it to you, gorg, but once you start, you forget all about quietness.” ironically, this shut you up immediately, red already spreading all over your cheeks.

“you know what’s funny?” a question rolled off his tongue, catching your interest, even though you couldn’t quite make out his words as his face was buried in the white pillow. “xander texted me to ask you to moan a few decibels less.”

“oh god, i am never leaving this room again.” you said embarrassed, hiding your face in hawthorne’s arm.

“i like that idea.” he laughed, pulling you even closer, shifting a little to shut your phone off completely. “make it my early christmas gift.”

#jameson hawthorne x reader #jameson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne x avery grambs #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the hawthorne brothers #the final gambit #the grandest game #jameson hawthorne fic #niki’s works 🫂 #request 🗣️ #grayson hawthorne x reader #grayson hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #avery grambs #averyjameson #a very risky gamble #averygrayson

[theodorecanaryhood]

The coffee shop guy

Red Hood x Male! Reader (Arkhamverse)

Jason goes to a coffee shop after a long night of patrol, which is where he keeps running into a handsome stranger.

Seemed only yesterday that Jason was determined to get revenge on the big, bad Batman. Seemed only yesterday he failed miserably, regretting his choices and making a decision to help Bruce.

Jason hadn’t slept decently for a good few years as nightmares always crept up, 2am or 3am and then that was it, he’d be awake the rest of the night.

Jason couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to start pulling all nighters, patrolling the streets until the sun came up.

Of course, Jason knew he couldn’t go in like this forever, he knew exhaustion would win. Until then, Jason would power through.

It was around 7am and Jason needed a pick me up for the drive home, he didn’t exactly want to fall asleep at the wheel.

‘Clover coffee? Seems cute’ Jason mumbled to himself, he walked inside trying his hardest to look as awake as possible.

He stared at the menu in the wall for a good minute or so, settling for his usual choice.

Jason always found it funny about how when people order the same thing, they go to a coffee shop or a restaurant and look at the menu, only to order the same thing again.

‘Hi, what can I get you?’ The young girl behind the counter asked with a smile, Jason smiled as best he could, his tired face not being able to show much expression.

‘Hey, can I just get a black Americano please?’ He asked, not paying attention to his surroundings as the girl took his order.

‘Can I take the name please?’ She asked in return.

‘Jason’

A few minutes of standing waiting for his order, Jason heard his name called out.

Sit inside or walk to the car? Well, Jason could’ve still fallen asleep at the wheel if he hadn’t allowed the caffeine to hit yet.

Jason settled for sitting inside, only till he got more than halfway, then he’d head home.

Still not paying any attention to his surroundings Jason didn’t even take in that there was other people inside, Jason looked around a bit. That’s when he noticed him, you.

Your h/c hair slightly messy as if you’d been ruffling it, your black framed glasses sitting perfectly on your face. Not dressed to stand out, but at the same time, dressed to be noticed in some form.

Jason couldn’t understand why all of a sudden he was so engrossed with the male figure sitting opposite him.

You stared at the screen of your laptop as you slightly smiled at something on the screen. Fiddling the pen in your hand.

Jason kicked himself for not having the courage to at least try and get your attention, but then he wasn’t in a state to chat some cute guy up, Jason looked as tired as he felt.

What Jason really needed was a day and night in bed, sleep, rest. It took Jason a good 48 hours to somewhat recover, sleeping so many hours he’d lost track of if it was day, night, morning, Wednesday. Jason really had no idea.

Jason didn’t patrol for about a week by this point, he couldn’t keep forcing himself to stay awake.

Some more time went by and Jason was allowing himself to sleep more, get more comfortable with staying still and allowing himself nights off.

He went out with Roy after so long of not seeing his best friend, Jason even started to look like he was dead…again.

Jason had actually forgotten about the cute guy in the coffee shop, until he went back again to get another dose of caffeine. This time not from staying up all day and night for weeks on end, but from simply having to wake up early.

Like most people, Jason couldn’t face getting up at shits o’clock so needed a hit of caffeine.

‘Americano for Jason’ the male barista called out, Jason took his coffee with a smile and a small thank you.

Sitting down in the same spot he sat last time, noticing you again.

It was like you didn’t move from the last time he was here, except you had, because you were wearing a different outfit, but still.

Jason tried to see what your name was on your cup, but he couldn’t spot it. Jason thought he might come off creepy if he sits and stares at you, but then you weren’t looking near his direction.

‘He’s not into you Jason, he’s probably straight, or married’ Jason whispered to himself quietly.

Luckily no one was close enough to hear Jason arguing with himself. They might lock him up in Arkham for thinking he’s crazy.

Still there was no denying, Jason was into you and couldn’t help but to look at you. He watched as you took a sip of your coffee, adjusting yourself in your seat a little.

‘No wedding ring, ok good start’ Jason thought to himself as he saw your left hand.

You pushed your glasses up your face as you typed something, Jason sat and wondered what your job was. A reporter? A journalist? An author?

Either way, Jason found himself creepy right now, staring at this man who for all he knew was really just minding his own business.

Days went by and Jason kept coming back, the same coffee shop, the same seat. Checking out the same guy.

By this time Jason was trying to see what name fits you more. Were you a Blake? A Jordan? A Cameron? No, none of those names fit you.

Maybe a more sophisticated male like Nicholas? Tristan? Sebastian?

Jason was also thinking about how soft your skin is, what it would be like to touch, how it would be to kiss you. Ok, now Jason really felt he had to stop. Even he was finding this super creepy now.

Jason threw himself into a good book to distract himself, in the back of his head thinking wouldn’t it be hilarious if after all this time of checking you out, you had the same name as him.

‘Stop Todd’ Jason thought to himself, losing his page.

Today was different, Jason was at his usual coffee shop in his usual spot. But, his eye candy wasn’t there today.

Jason was going to bring a book anyway as a distraction. But now he really has no choice, he couldn’t sit and look up at his coffee shop crush every now and then.

Just as Jason got halfway down his coffee he saw you walk in, he smiled a little to himself. Watching as you walked over to the counter.

There was only one other person in the whole coffee shop today, as it is a weekday and most people are on the school run or heading to work already.

‘I need sugar’ Jason said out loud in case anyone thought he was just being weird.

The stand with all the sugar and stuff was next to the counter where you order, this seemed a perfect opportunity for Jason to catch the first glimpse into your life, your name.

‘Hey, can I get an Almond latte please?’ You said, your voice soft yet had a gravelly tone too.

Heavenly, was all Jason could think as he heard you speak for the first time.

‘What size would you like?’ The barista asked.

‘Medium please’ you replied, Jason thought it was cute how polite you were.

‘The name in the order?’ The barista asked again.

‘Y/n’

Jason grabbed a fistful of sugar sachets as he smiled to himself, he finally knew your name. And it was very fitting.

‘Oh, sorry’ you said as you nearly walked into Jason, looking him in the eyes.

‘No problem, I should watch where I’m walking’ Jason chuckled, he was caught off a little by your eyes.

They were the most beautiful e/c eyes he’d ever seen, and your smile was even more amazing.

Jason tried to catch his breath a little as he walked back to his table, watching slyly as you walked to your usual spot.

Driving home with a little smile on his face as he finally knew, as sad as it seemed to admit to people. He finally knew his crushes name, what he sounded like.

Jason never went everyday but went regular as not to look desperate. But by this point, Jason was getting a little eager to know more about you.

Jason was here before you again as he’d come a little earlier today, simply coming for needing the caffeine hit. Jason had a rough night, last night he’d taken out Black Mask, and it was brutal.

Jason hadn’t slept much for the first time in a while, Jason was a little grumpy and not in the mood for people.

Jason saw you walk in but this time was different as you came in with someone, you were both laughing as you walked in.

Jason smiled as he heard your laugh for the first time, it was magical.

Though, Jason couldn’t help the little tug at his heart as you came in with a woman. The two of you stood at the counter while you both spoke.

‘Fuck’ Jason mumbled to himself, feeling like an idiot as he watched his months long crush with someone else.

Jason dove himself back into his book as he sipped his coffee, not noticing the figure coming towards him.

‘Hey, sorry to bother you, is it ok if I borrow this chair?’ You asked Jason, hand on the backrest of the seat.

Jason nodded, smiling a little as not to seem rude, you smiled as you took the chair and placed it opposite yourself, your usual place of course.

Jason cursed to himself again as he mentally kicked and punched, thinking he was a total loser. Once again, not noticing you coming over.

‘Hey, sorry to bother you, again. I always see you here alone. Was just wondering if you’d like some company?’ You asked, really out of the blue which caught Jason off guard.

‘Sure’ Jason kind of hesitated with the answer, walking over to your table with you.

‘Got you an iced latte, as it’s getting warmer now’ your friend said, she spotted Jason, who was seated next to you.

‘Hi, I’m Terri’ she said, Jason smiled and waved a little.

‘She’s a work friend’ you said, Jason then mentally apologised to himself for all the mean things he’d called himself.

‘Awesome, I’m Jason’ Jason livened up all of a sudden.

‘Y/n’ you finished.

The three of you sat for a good hour as you spoke, Terri suddenly looking at her phone screen.

‘Shoot, I got a run. You boys stay and enjoy the chat’ Terri rose to her feet, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and shaking Jason’s hand again. Heading for the door.

Now is your moment Jason, don’t be an asshole, you’ve had a crush on this guy for months. Talk to him. Jason mentally challenged himself to jump in a ask you out.

‘So, you’re here a lot’ Jason cringed at his words as soon as they came out.

You laughed heartily as you sipped on your coffee, pushing your glasses up your nose. Placing your hand close to Jason’s.

‘Yeah, it’s my favourite place to just come and forget about the outside. You’re also here a lot’ you pointed out.

Jason smiled, thinking back to the first time he came here. What kept him coming here straight after.

‘Yeah, truth be told I came in the first time because I was extremely and unhealthily tired, but I kept coming after because of, a different reason’ Jason explained, you raised an eyebrow. Nodding your head slightly.

‘Mhm, and I’ll guess the reason isn’t the $7 coffee?’ You chuckled, smiling so bright Jason’s day just lit up more.

‘My coffee shop crush’ Jason blurted without thinking, he covered his mouth as he realised he’d said it out loud. Though, you laughed.

‘I figured, I saw you checking me out’ you admitted, Jason instantly regretting the long distracting thoughts while staring directly at you for weeks on end.

‘You did’

‘Yeah, but it’s cool, I checked you out too’ you admitted once again, Jason blushing.

‘What?’ Jason looked genuinely shocked, as he didn’t think you’d be interested in him. Jason Todd of all the guys in Gotham, what made him special.

‘What can I say? I like them mysterious’ you chuckled, brushing Jason’s hand.

Another question answered as Jason discovered your skin really was soft. As soft as anything.

He still had two more things to find out, one being your job and the other what it felt like to kiss you.

After a bit more talking you looked at your watch, standing up.

‘Well, time is getting away, I have a thing but this really should happen more often’ you said, Jason smiled.

‘Yeah, it really should’

‘I finish work at 4’ you smiled as you wrote your number down on a napkin for Jason.

‘What do you work as?’ Jason asked you as you winked.

‘School teacher’

Another question answered as Jason walked with you outside, feeling the softness of your hands once again as you touched his as you said goodbye.

Jason was humming to himself in the shower as he was really, for the first time in a while, happy and excited about something.

Jason put on his best shirt and pants as he sprayed some nice cologne, putting on his signature leather jacket and heading for his apartment door.

It was his first date with you tonight, for the first time Jason didn’t have to sit and imagine what it was like to do something with you, he could just do it.

A bar for a few drinks, then dinner, then a nice walk through the city as you both talked about life, childhood, family, funny stories. Jason could listen to you talk for hours. In fact, he could listen to you talk all night.

The final part of the date was approaching really fast, now Jason started to panic.

‘So, what’s a big No for you on a first date?’ You asked curiously, Jason thinking for a bit.

‘I guess I don’t have limits, maybe just be nice to me’ Jason answered, wondering if he should hold your hand or not.

‘Mine is about to break’

Jason looked at you confused, turning to you fully as he saw you looking into his eyes. Jason finally got the answer to his final question.

The kiss was amazing, it started as a light peck as you teased a little. Then you pulled Jason in fully and stayed there. Your lips were soft, the softest Jason had ever been blessed to kiss.

You took Jason’s hand as you both continued walking. Jason not talking much as he finally got to know what it was like, kissing you was the best feeling.

However, Jason had a bonus question. What would it be like to have you in his bed, sleeping next to him.

Ok, now Jason was going insane because all he wanted was to have every inch of you. Clothed or not.

Jason couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun, well that’s a lie, he can it was with Roy a few nights ago in a bar. But, date wise, Jason could not remember.

It has been a few dates by now and Jason was getting quite impatient, he wanted to have you in his bed. Of course, he would never rush or force you. Yet, he was still itching for you.

‘This is the man magnet’ you chuckled as you walked into Jason’s apartment.

It was definitely a bachelor pad and had probably seen some action. Truth be told, Jason lived on one nights, he never let himself get attached.

Yet since meeting you, properly anyway, he never had interest for other men. When he saw you the first few times, Jason pictured your face when he was with other men, or alone and needed a release.

‘Not for a while’ Jason remarked, you gave a face enough to reply without speaking.

‘Ok hot stuff’ you responded sarcastically, Jason grabbing your arm as he pulled you in for a kiss.

The small kisses turned into making out, which turned into you tugging at Jason’s shirt, as he did the same to yours.

Jason’s bonus question got answered as he finally got to know, the feeling of you in his bed. The sounds you make, the way your body moves, his name being called, your body, your smell, your lips on various parts of his body, and his on yours, the noise you make when you’ve reached the ultimate level of pleasure.

Jason was in a dream as he lay on his back in his bed, you fast asleep on his chest.

How lucky that Jason didn’t sleep for so long, how lucky he stumbled on a random coffee shop. How lucky, Jason had the most precious thing in his arms.

#red hood #gotham #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood x male reader #jason todd x male reader #arkham knight x reader #arkham knight x male reader

[dukee2]

student council president and the student council media officer!

pairings : Kim Minji x gn! reader

genre : fluff!

a/n : this is my first fic, hope you like it!

parts: part 1

warnings : none (?)

Being the member of the student council was atrocious, - especially as a loner who had little to no friends, probably 4-5 friends who were all - well the same as you, unlike you tho, you had a 90-98 score average, making you the smartest of the group.

You also had a crush on the student council president, Kim Minji. She always eyed you as you did your projects, making advertisements for the school, and others. Keeping a steadfast glare on you, your hands, shaked as they edited the poster you were gonna submit, clicking the mouse as you added decorations.

Next Day

As you walked through the hallways of the school, you reached to open your locker, but, a tap on your shoulder emerged, making you jump, as you moved your head to your back, you found her. Kim Minji, smiling at you with utmost sincerity, her soft eyes boring into yours, a warm feeling engulfed your body, your stomach having butterflies flutter inside them,

ahem.

“y/n? hello?” Minji spoke softly, she probably called your name 3-4 times, before you realized and answered, “yeah? w-whats wrong?” you stuttered out, heat rising to your cheeks as she was almost too close to you, “well, i just wanted to ask if you finished the poster yet.. its almost 4 days before the deadline.” your eyes widened, forgetting to press submit last night as you were pulling an all-nighter, god..

you responded with, “y-yeah, yeah, i just need to finish some stuff- and i’ll be done..! yeah..” You regretted stuttering, how could you stutter infront of a pretty and polite girl like her? god, you’re messing up your chances, you thought.

“Oh.. alright then.. good luck!” She responded with, enthuasism in her voice, she smiled cheekily as she returned to her group of friends, well - popular, group of friends.

As she walked away, you couldn’t help but think you had a crush on her, tho, the warm feeling engulfing you had turned cold by now, - the butterflies that once fluttered, flied out of your stomach.

how could a loser like you have a chance with her?

3rd Period

The bell ringed, waking your half lidded eyes as you gathered your materials, shoving them into your backpack as you walked out of the class. Walking towards your locker, you opened it, as a note fell down to the floor, picking it up, you opened it carefully, it wrote,

“hey, y/n, if you’re free, would you like to meet up at the park afterschool, i’ll be at the swings, waiting.

sincerely,

xxx xxxxx.”

weird.. the name was blacked out with black ink.. you shoved the note into your coats pockets, leaving it as a reminder if you forgot, which, you would never.

as school had already ended, you stormed through the halls to the exit door, as it was raining, you had to ask your friend for an umbrella, since, they always brought an extra one just incase.

“hey, could i borrow an umbrella?”

you softly spoke, a smile painted on your face.

“sure, make sure to return tomorrow, yeah?”

they responded, handing you the umbrella

“thanks, i promise i’ll return it safe.”

you said, taking the umbrella and opening it.

“have a good day, then.”

they replied, as they walked to their car, exiting school grounds

as you walked with umbrella in-hand, you went onto your bike, placing the umbrella in a modified-in pocket on your bike, perfect for rainy days and sunny days -

you now rode your bike to the park, tho it was hard to see due to harsh weather conditions - you managed to make it out alive without crashing.

you waited at the park’s benches for awhile, waiting for the rain to stop - and it did.

you now walked to the swings, finding her.

your body instantly froze in fear, your words turning into a stuttering mess.

“hey, what did you want to meet up for?”

she spoke, raising one of her eyebrows with a confused look.

“i was about to ask the same thing, didn’t you give me a letter?”

you responded, pulling out the crumpled piece of paper from your pocket.

“ah.. i guess we got played..”

she said, clearing her throat after the sentence.

“yeah.. um..”

you responded akwardly, eyes meeting the floor.

“well, while we’re still here, why don’t we continue? consider it as a friend date..”

she said, smile creeping up her face, her cheeks, visibly red.

“sure.. i mean, yeah, we can do that..”

you idly said, stuttering mid sentences.

“y/n.”

minji spoke, her tone monotone.

“huh?”

you said with a confused look, eyes meeting hers.

“i like you.”

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[starlostseungmin]

— [ 1AM ] it’s probably because of the coffee, ksm.

pairing — college student!seungmin x gn!reader

genre — fluff, mutual pining, college au

warnings — academic stress, coffee and alcohol consumption, mild swearing, stealing (seungmin lowkey stole from the vending machine), not proofread

words — 2.2k

this is an entry for 24/8 drabble event hosted by @neo-shitty. i just wanted to thank you for making this collab and i had fun writing this as well ^^ i made a few changes from yesterday, just basically the ending and title, which this got longer than i expected, got carried away though! i hope you guys like it! ♡

1:00 AM

sounds of crickets echoed through the quiet night where almost everyone was asleep, probably, but not you at least. crumpled papers scattered from the study table to the floor, the screen of your laptop illuminates the dark, messy bedroom of yours, pens resting on each top of your ears, a purple highlighter on one hand, and a 20-page paper stapled together on the other. it wasn’t just a typical exam—a presentation-type of exam, a power point being presented in front and a summarization of your selected topic, everything to make you work under pressure. the cursor stopped at the unfinished sentence from the very first paragraph you made, and no progress from the last ten minutes. it keeps blinking ever since. 

listening to the sounds of nature with the window open as the curtains swayed welcoming the breeze of cool air made you shiver. glancing at the time plastered on the lock screen of your phone, it was 1 a.m. sharp. no wonder why it got so chilly as if it wasn’t the first time you stayed up all night for the sake of your grades. but in this case, you can’t sleep either. not because of the pressure that the exam has been putting a heavy load on your shoulders, but because of what happened a few days ago. 

a stupid, cliché, drunk confession. 

groaning at the embarrassment, your palm reached your cheeks with a loud smack, wincing in pain. 

“fuck!” 

it was hyunjin’s idea, that inviting you to a nearby pub after a 7 p.m. class should be a so-called celebration for the semester ending in 2 weeks. but screw your best friend, he’s a traitor. the plan of ditching the invitation didn’t come into place when you knew he was going to be very disappointed. you knew seungmin’s gonna be there, and the rest of the boys as well. hesitating won’t do you any good, but you deserve a nice weekend, starting with alcohol. 

and a decision to regret later. 

truth or dare while under the influence of the intoxicating liquor was a bad idea. choosing the truth is even worse. seungmin fell into silence, he was sober as you were drunk. the construction of words into sentences was like begging him to like you back. you even cried while confessing to him in front of the pub and vomited on the street. hyunjin had to take you back to the dorms and dismissed everyone. 

crumpling the sheets of paper aggressively out of embarrassment, you had to grab your hoodie lying on your bed and left your desk unattended. you took a deep breath the moment you stepped out of the dorms, hoping to have peace and forget about everything. the university is just a few meters away from the building. it wasn’t actually forbidden to pull an all-nighter in the library or the computer lab. even the classrooms are free to use even at the early times of the day and it was past midnight anyway. 

shoving your hands inside the pockets of your hoodie, you reached the arts and sculpture classroom. the pieces you had left on your own station were not covered neatly, even the drafts were a mess, and the broken pieces of the mold were everywhere. it’s not like you have any passion for arts, but to admit, it was fun when you used to enjoy making something related to it when you were younger but practical choices have to lead you to another major. 

a sigh in disbelief escaped from your lips as you entered the premises and cleaned up your mess. 

“would you mind turning the lights on? it’s pretty dark here.” someone spoke out from the door. 

“sorry?” you asked, holding one trash bag and a useless plaster piece mold, hardened after a long period of time. 

“nevermind,” the person sighed as you heard a click from the wall with the lights on. it was seungmin. “what are you doing here anyway?” he asked, walking towards his table and taking something from its drawers.

“i don’t even know how i ended up here,” you said. “what about you?” 

“i’m just taking a break from studying,” he answered, seeing the book he was looking for. 

“you were in the library?” you asked as he gave you a nod, burying his nose in between the pages. 

“yeah, shouldn’t you be preparing for the fundamentals of law presentation?” he asked, taking the book inside his bag, cleaning his workspace as well, with you being finished. 

“i am,” you sighed. “i just can’t seem to focus and i wanted to sleep but i can’t.” 

“hmm, i see it, do you want some coffee?” he asked, making you look at him in disbelief. 

“are you being serious right now?” 

“yeah, i know i’m not going to sleep anytime soon, i will probably stay up all night. i bet you too?” he chuckled in response which made you scoff. 

“as i said, i was going to sleep but i can’t sleep and you’re asking to drink coffee,” you said but you both ended up in front of a vending machine across the hallway. seungmin read the labels and took a few minutes to decide which one to get while you wait. it wasn’t the first time you decided to be at the university at this hour but it still gives you the creeps after seeing some lights being turned off. blame those horror movies you watch. 

“hey, do you have any money?” he asked out of nowhere, snatching you back to the vending machine which made you check your pockets and realized you forgot everything, even your most precious phone. 

“i left my wallet and my phone in the dorms.” you answered. “don’t you have any?” 

“no, i think i left mine too.” he sighs. 

“what’s in the bag then?” 

“i don’t have my wallet inside my bag y/n.” he sighed as he stared at the machine. “damn, how do we get this thing?” 

seungmin held the machine trying to figure out what to do with it. your eyes roam around to see if someone was there but it was just the two of you in an empty dark hallway with only the light bulb being switched on above the vending machine. seungmin clicked his tongue as he pressed the number of his chosen drink and typed in a code, which you didn’t understand.

“wait! are you hacking the machine?” you asked, startled. 

“no one will know,” he smirked, kicking it with his foot and making two bottles of cold coffee roll down. “nice.” seungmin reached for the bottles when suddenly one of the university’s guards saw what he did. 

“hey! what are you two doing?!” he exclaimed, making the both of you turn in his direction with wide eyes. seungmin handed you one of the drinks, as he grabbed your hand, running away from the guard. “don’t run you, kids!” 

“damn it!” seungmin hissed. 

it happened so swiftly. him, holding your hands seems unimaginable but having to feel his soft palm against yours made you want to stay in that moment for a while. he tried to glance at the back as the guard kept chasing you. thank goodness he is old, but seungmin had to take you out of that building. it made your heart go wild and your hands trembled, feeling cold. his fluffy hair bounced at every step, but his smile of triumph highlighted the feeling of enjoyment. 

through the hallway, to the stairs, and through the grand hall to the pathways outside heading to the track field, both of you stopped in the middle looking from where you came from. the guard just disappeared with no signs of him yelling and running, and no students either. catching his breath, seungmin sat down on the field not minding getting some dirt on his clothes. 

“sit beside me y/n,” he said. 

“you almost got us to detention,” you retorted, taking the space beside him as he opened his own bottle of coffee. 

“live a little,” he chuckled, making you sigh, taking a few gulps from your own drink. “isn’t it the coffee, or was the whole running that made my heart pound?” 

“i say both, you know coffee isn’t always good,” you said which made him smile, looking at the sky filled with stars. 

“it was my first time to do something like that, i mean, han taught me that trick.” he said which made you look at him. “it would’ve been lonely and less the fun without you too,” 

“right,” you said in an awkward tone as a sigh of relief escaped from your lips, trying to think of something better to say. 

crushing on seungmin feels like comfort after a bad day, he doesn’t know how much it melts your heart just hearing his honey-like voice on the fresh opening of spring with dancing cherry blossom trees and guitar strings. it’s one of the best feelings, but it doesn’t happen every day even if you share the same major, political science. 

seungmin finished his coffee as you lay yours half-empty on the side. the thoughts of what happened on that night when you were madly drunk suddenly came back, making you slap yourself. it caught his attention with a bit of amusement on his face. 

“are you okay?” he asked. 

“look, seungmin, i’m sorry for what happened the other night, i was so drunk. i didn’t mean to offend you or anything,” you said with a sigh. “it was so embarrassing of me,” but seungmin smiled and lowered his head, playing with his fingers. 

“it was cute,” he said, making your cheeks start to warm. “i mean, i’m really cool about it y/n. it’s not every day that someone would come to me and say they like me as much as you do. i’m actually happy you told me even if you were drunk. it wasn’t embarrassing at all, it’s a common scenario. besides, it wouldn’t happen if hyunjin didn’t propose the game.” 

“you’re not upset?” you asked, looking at him as he stared back at you, still wearing the cute smile, showing his braces, which you love. he often finds it a hassle and unattractive most of the time. but for you, it shows a perfect smile that could light up a dark night. 

“why would i be upset? well, i was a bit upset because hyunjin dragged you home after that incident, i didn’t get to say something.” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“which is?” you asked. 

“well,” he paused. “i didn’t want to make things get awkward between us just and i’m trying to get it off my head either but i can’t seem to go directly.” 

your heart started to beat faster than usual, you weren’t expecting something in return for your confession but listening to his sentiments made you want to believe something from expectations. seungmin isn’t really expressive with his feelings unless he’s grown emotional, but he’s being different today. 

“what do you mean?” you asked, not taking your eyes from him as he made eye contact. 

“what i’m saying is that if i were drunk as you were, i would probably say the same but i don’t like drinking really,” he smiled which made your cheeks even hotter. it took you a while to say something as you formed a thin line between your lips, taking a deep breath, trying not to do anything stupid. having a drunk confession is enough, no more embarrassing things for you again. 

“is it the coffee or the running earlier that made my heart beat faster?” you said which made him chuckle in response, as it was followed by a peck on your lips, leaving you frozen on the spot. 

“it’s probably because of the coffee,” he smirked. 

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you told him in disbelief when he just smiled and lay on his back on the ground. 

“who said i was kidding anyway?” 

“it’s just that, i don’t know, that you feel the same?” you said lying beside him, watching the infinite stars illuminate the dark sky. 

“i never lie about my feelings,” he said as he reached out for your hand, intertwining your fingers, pulling you closer to him. “and whenever i say something related to it, i am really sincere, it’s rare y/n.” he smiled.

“well i guess i’m lucky then?” you smiled, making him giggle. 

“can’t say you are but, you’re one of the people whom i care for,” placing a soft kiss on your forehead, seungmin wrapped his arm around your back as you rested your head on his shoulder, staring at the night sky.

“you know what, i would probably stop drinking coffee,” you said. 

“why?” 

“i don’t know, my heartbeat is crazy,” it made seungmin laughed as you were just looking at him, eyes filled with wonder. 

“there are two reasons,” he said. “one, coffee, and two is what you feel about me,” he laughed again. 

“yeah right, my heart is yours anyway,” you smiled as he gave you another peck on the lips, feeling the comfort of the state of affairs.  

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[sharkinlovewithadolphin]

top 5 rinharu fics? ❤️💙

Thank you!! &lt;3 put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer Okay so here’s a shameful fact about me: I rarely read rinharu fanfics anymore. This is not because I don’t want to or that there’s not any good ones I haven’t read already out there (there is!! so many!!), but I simply don’t have time to read that much fanfiction in general anymore. :/ If I have time for fanfiction, I either write or read through my own WIPs. I try my best to read other people’s RH fics, not just for the pleasure of reading, but also to engage with other writers and write comments for them, and discover and appreciate other ways of writing the characters, but there's only so much time in a day. ;-; That being said, I also never really kept tabs on the fics I used to read/still read. I never wrote them down or saved them in any way, not even with an ao3 bookmark (i regret this so much), and so it would require extensive amount of time to go through my giant ao3 history to try to rank them properly. However! I do want to answer this ask with some recs (that aren't my own fics lol) in some way, so here goes the ones that sticks out the most in my current memory: 1) Family (3577 words) by NamelessPastel. An absolutely adorable fic in which Rin is babysitting his cousin and Haru comes around and ends up helping him. 2) Chicken Scratch (Ongoing, 88.754 words) by MatsuokasPonytail (@matsuokas-ponytail). Lovely and captivating fic with gardener!Rin and rich kid!Haru. It was wild to follow from its origin in @tomakehimfree's wonderful and sexy art and all the anons in her askbox, to the fic's first chapter and all the exciting chapter updates that followed. Sadly it’s on hiatus (and likely stays that way), but 1) what's there is still 100% worth reading! 2) I still naively hope to get that new chapter mail notification any day now lol. You can read all the individual chapters here on tumblr too. 3) The Long Engagement (25/25 chapters, 175,128 words) by RubyEliz. It's an arranged marriage fic with tons of angst and miscommunication that'll have you at the edge of your seat, then leave you with a warm little hug of a happy ending. This is the last longfic I've read of RH. It grabbed a hold of my attention SO hard and made me pull an all-nighter just to finish it. I couldn't put it down at all. 4) AO3@Misila (@misila / @nenufair) has written SO many RH fics, way more than I’ll ever get the chance to read (i think. Might dare myself one day jkfdk). She writes extremely well, so I can recommend checking her extensive list of works out! She definitely has at least one fic for any rinharu shipper’s taste. 5) I own physical copies of the fanfics Inked (tattoo artist x biker au), Dinner For One (angst with a happy ending) and Fluid Like Water (Olympic setting) by AO3@ellerean/@ellereanwrites (formerly tumblr@letsswimtogethernanase. I love them all a lot. The fanfics were the first RH "fan-made" merch pieces I ever bought (I think?), so they mean a lot to me and I feel privileged that I can have them displayed on my RH alter. <3

#also this ask is what made me finally start to bookmark things on ao3!! eeeeyh :D #dandelionmeadow #asks #ask game #fic recs #rinharu fics #free! #rinharu #harurin #sharkbait

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Title: "Love Out Of Plain Sight"

Because the author (me) is incompetent and cannot pace or restrain myself at all, my wonderful giftee (Adam) is going to get a two in one gift! Uh... Yeah long story short I have been writing your (hi Adam 😃👋) gift but I was like "No, this is THEE jewishadammilligan (also I should just mention now I may have squealed when I saw who I got) they deserve extravagance!" And then shortly regretted that as the fic got really long... Kinda freaked out, contacted the amazing @klayr-de-gall (who is running this awesome event might I add midamgiftexchange2022) which they handled frazzled and sporadic me so amazing and they gave me a grace period then as I pulled two all nighters writing I realized I still would not have enough time even with the grace period so, TA-DA double the gifts!

I wrote this rather quickly and no beta so I apologize if there's any Grammer mistakes. But I really hope you like it, your original "extravagance" gift written specifically for you is still being written as fast as I can write and hopefully I will get it to you within the week! Enjoy!!!!

Gifted to: @jewishadammilligan

Fandom: Supernatural

Prompt(s): "Fluff or silly AU's"

Relationship(s): Adam Milligan/Michael

Character(s): Adam Milligan, Michael (archangel)

Important tag(s): Bartender Adam Milligan, Fluff, Dash of angst, Accidental Engagement, Canon Divergence

Rating: Gen

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Drinking, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 4,086

With a ducked head, he hesitantly brought the glass to his mouth with a brief pause before taking a sip. "We're… engaged?"

Adam reached to grab the empty shot glass and caught another glance of the ring around his finger, It was a simple small band but its presence was felt and known. He shrugged. "Why not?"

Or

Adam gets his "little job" but even then, that brings its own unexpected occurrences when your boyfriend is an Archangel.

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Something more than noise always accompanied Adam where he went. The sounds of his childhood were like pollen off of flowers, sticking and serving as a reminder of where things had once been and once were. He could find familiarity in them—comfort even.

But the sounds of a bar were far from that.

The constant clink of glasses against one another, against the wood of the table tops, or ice sloshing around. There was a constant buzz of minor sounds that clouded over the hum of chatter in the background. Though despite that, the bar quickly became a place of familiarity along with the noises that inhabited the space.

The only new and interrupting noises were coming from Adam.

A soft hum escaped his mouth to the tune of a song as he absentmindedly danced to it. Everything known as, rhythmically, he moved along to his own beat, chopping away at the limes on his cutting board.

The ones that weren't rolled were pushed off to the side as he did so to the ones that needed it. An alarming perfume, tangent from the pungent smell of sweet citrus that layered over the warm amber of the bar, stuck to his hands. A scent that would carry on long after he left for home.

Everyone, he found, was too busy in their own engagements to give a curious eye towards the humming and dancing of the bartender. Allowing him to do more than hum or move much to his own enjoyment just as much as Michael's.

Something that Michael, himself, thought nobody knew he was secretly thankful for… Much like his ignorance towards the specific song Adam had been humming for weeks with no end in sight. From the second he woke up, picked between the black combination of tie and waistcoat or bowtie and suspenders to the moment he stripped away his clothes at the end of the night before bed.

Much something, one and the same, if not already known, Adam very much knew of as well.

The odd mix of admiration in Michael's face but deep annoyance in his posture had kept Adam from concealing his smile around him for the lengthy time the tune had kept its space in his head. The catchy melody, on his lips in every situation even if deemed so inappropriate, or in a matter that definitely did not call for a song.

All things that kept him well entertained as he continued to cut lemons and limes.

He took a spin, still with the knife in hand, coming face to face with Michael. Eyes followed his every move but with that known something else Adam loved to poke and prod at. 

"What?" He questioned, playing innocent.

Michael took a deep resounding sigh and shook his head. "Nothing."

"That look isn't nothing," He chided him, haphazardly waving around the knife.

Michael all but rolled his eyes. "That song you were humming," He said, but kept his eyes on the knife as it sliced through the lime and hit the board.

"What about it?" He looked up from the last lime he was cutting into, receiving a done look from Michael. He chuckled. "Oh come on, you love it."

"I hate it."

"It's amazing!"

"It's terrible."

"It's the best thing ever created, Michael," Adam exclaimed.

Michael scoffed. "I could argue with creation."

"Well then—Ow!" The knife clattered down as he raised his index finger to his mouth. Blood stained the skin when he pulled back to take a look at the deep gash across his finger. A small moan of pain escaped as he put it back to his mouth in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Michael held out his hand instantly. "Let me."

He obliged, laying his hand in Michael's. A single finger was lightly brushed over the gash. The skin instantly healed, leaving behind only the trace of blood and phantom pain as evidence of it ever being there.

"Better?" He lightly brushed over his finger again as he looked up at him.

Adam smiled. "Yeah." Taking his hand back as Michael retreated his own hands, he eyed the area where the skin had stitched itself back together.

Though his awe of the situation was quickly interrupted by the ring of the bell above the bar door. A man dressed in a suit and coat trudged in, making a beeline for the bar.

"Crap," he hissed under his breath. He quickly cleaned up his mess and washed his hands before turning back to Michael. "We're not finished."

He threw the towel in hand halfway to hang over his shoulder as he made his way over to the man. "What can I get for you, Sir?"

The man didn't so much as bother with his coat as he sat down at the first chair he approached. "Whiskey—neat, please." 

"You got it." He pulled a clean glass and turned to grab the correct bottle from the bottom shelf. "Rough day?" He questioned, trying to make small talk.

The man scoffed. "You could say that."

He poured and then pushed the drink forward as it came to the line. "There you go."

"Thanks."

He shot Michael a smile as he got back to what he was originally doing before. He grabbed the last of the lime wedges he had cut, squeezing them into the awaiting drink he had been preparing.

But before he could even reach for another, he heard the telltale sound of an empty glass hitting the bar top. 

"Another, please."

He wiped his hands on the towel before walking back over to the man and doing as asked. "Sure, you're alright, sir?" He slid the re-filled drink back towards the man.

The man hung his head, his eyes red and far away as he asked, "Have you ever been in love?"

"Once," Adam answered. "The other time it was more… walking beside it."

The man sniffed. "Better than falling." He let go of the glass and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out something and depositing it on the bar top. "Been holding onto that for months… but I guess I wasn't quick enough."

Adam stayed quiet and continued to listen as he looked down at the discarded ring band that glimmered under the dull lighting of the bar.

"Twelve years… down the drain, all just because I came home early." He shook his head in disbelief with a tight pained grin. "If it's one thing, take love by the hand while it's still beside you." He brought the glass to his lips and downed its contents in one go.

Adam stayed still as the man pulled out his wallet and left more than enough for what he drank.

"Keep the change." He stood from the chair and started to make his way toward the door.

"Sir!" Adam called, he picked up the ring still on the bar top. "You forgot this."

The man gave him a somber smile and a nonchalant wave of his hand. "Keep it. I think you'll find more use for it than I ever will." The chime of the bell on top of the door followed him out into the night.

Adam twisted the ring between his fingers. The metal caught the light with a glimmer before he pocketed the object. He spared another glance towards Michael with a smile before grabbing the empty glass. "What's that look for?" 

Michael's eyes widened. "Hm?"

"That look," he stated. He grabbed the drink he had been working on and walked back towards him. "You act like I don't see it every time anyone sits here."

"And that is?"

"If looks could kill, Michael. These poor guys." He shook his head. Though almost like it were yesterday, vibrant memories flashed in his head of instances where a single look from Michael was someone's death. "I take that back actually." He quickly countered. "No smiting any of my customers."

"Unless none of them are demons, there won't be any smiting of your customers," he soothed.

"Thank you. Now—" Adam placed the glass he had in hand in front of him. "Drink up." He smiled.

Michael all but glanced at it for a brief second as though it was a plague before looking back and cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh, come on, humor me," Adam pleaded.

"This stuff will kill you."

"But not you. Try it, I made it special." He scooched the glass an inch closer with a finger.

Michael gave him a wary look before picking up the drink and giving the liquid a few swishes around the glass. "Special?" He questioned.

"Mhm," he hummed. "Special."

The glass was raised to the light as Michael contemplated the mixed drink. He lowered it with another glance inside and towards Adam who beamed a smile and wiggled his eyebrows. Taking an uneasy breath, Michael took a decent-sized drink.

"Well…?" Adam proded. "Are the molecules any good?"

He brought the glass a safe distance away from himself, licked his lips, furrowed his eyebrow, and cocked his head to the side. "It's… sweet?" He swallowed, his tongue moving in his mouth as unrecognized flavors danced, masking themselves behind ones he could distinguish.

"Well, then that's good for you." Adam bit his lip at his reaction.

Michael cleared his throat, grimacing at the aftertaste. "What is that?"

Adam shrugged his shoulders as if he hadn't been the one to make it. He made sure to leave him hanging as he saw one of the guys sitting at the far table stand and make his way toward the bar.

"My little mystery for you, figure it out." 

He slung the towel back over his shoulder and walked towards the guy. "What can I get you?"

"Four shots of vodka and three cokes."

"Coming right up." He got to collecting everything he needed.

The young man leaned against the counter. "Are you new here?"

The comment caught him off guard but he continued, keeping up conversation and doing the task at hand as best he could. "Yeah, just started a couple of days ago."

The man gestured back at the table he had been at. "Me and my friends are regulars here, you could say."

"Guess I'll be seeing a lot of you then." Adam pushed a polite smile. 

"And you as well." 

Adam gave a curt nod before sliding the shots his way. "Here you go."

The man grabbed the extra shot and took it down, passing the glass back. "Say… when does your shift end?"

Adam froze. "Excuse me?" He jerked up the coke he was serving as he missed the glass towards the end.

"I mean, could I take you somewhere once you're able to get out of here?"

"Oh…." He said, letting it sink in. "Oh! Uh, I…."

"Were you…?

"No, I—um…" He panicked. He fumbled with the ring in his pocket. His last-second decision of his judgement failed him as he shimmied the ring on his ring finger in his pocket. He raised his hand to clearly see the band. "I'm—I'm taken."

He saw Michael visibly choke on his drink out of the corner of his eye. He tried not to grin as he peaked over before letting his eyes fall back on the customer in front of him. "I'm sorry if I…"

The man shook his head. "No, don't, I apologize. You didn't do anything of the sort. Should had know a good-looking guy like you would already be taken."

He watched Michael bristle at his comment again.

"Engaged? Married?" The man questioned.

He turned the band around his finger with his thumb. "Uh, engaged—newly." He slid the ready-poured drinks towards him.

"Congrats. Lucky guy." He grabbed the drinks and left with a smile back to his table.

Adam let out a slow exhale. "Not a demon. Can't kill him either, Michael," he chided him for safety measures. He ran a cloth over the counter from the few drops that had split. He smiled to himself before looking over, expecting the same look back from Michael but instead just saw the opposite.

His glance was locked in one spot on the counter, not breaking even when he brought up his hand and rubbed it over his mouth before going back to the glass. His posture and everything screaming flashing red lights had Adam worried about how to approach it.

"Michael?" He waited for a look, an answer—something, before closing the distance between them. He pushed the cloth aside as he leaned in and lowered his voice. "Hey," he snapped his fingers a few times. "Earth to Michael."

Michael's attention snapped back to him. "Sorry…" he shook his head.

"Where were you?"

"Here… always," he answered.

Adam smiled. "With me?"

"With you." He held the glass from the rim and gently swishes it around.

Adam tilted his head. "You okay?"

"Okay," Michael repeated. Words lacking any and all emotion. With a ducked head, he hesitantly brought the glass to his mouth with a brief pause before taking a sip. "We're… engaged?"

Adam reached to grab the empty shot glass and caught another glance of the ring around his finger, It was a simple small band but its presence was felt and known. He shrugged. "Why not?"

"Why not?" Michael repeated again, a chuckle edging on disbelief as he shook his head. "Shouldn't this at least be… proper then?" He took a drink, eyebrows furrowed both from his question and the still unknown flavour in his sweetened drink.

"I mean most people get engaged a few years after dating. What's ten… hundred years?"

Michael put down his glass, pushing it a small distance away from himself with disdain. "Dating?"

"Nonsensical terms." Adam waved his hand. "All this really. Rings, vows, the whole getting down on one knee and clandestine white weddings." Despite his claims of nonsense though, he looked off with something wanting. Knowing that was always what he had imagined for himself all through his life before everything happened. "Just something created for one person's used and pushed on everybody else."

Michael cocked his head, an all too knowing look on his face complete with a small content smile. "Nonsense you say?"

"Nonsense, Michael. Full of it."

"You haven't taken it off." He remarked with a gesture towards his hand.

Adam put his hand straight out in front of him, allowing the ring to catch the dim lights of the bar as he admired the ring with a small wiggle of his fingers. "I think it looks quite good, don't you?" He lowered his hand and showed it to Michael.

"If I agree?"

"You did put a ring on it."

"Technically you put that ring on yourself," Michael corrected.

He waved his hand. "Same thing, angel."

Michael tilted his head, eyebrows in that worrying position again like Adam had seen so many of the angels do before; just never Michael in so many instances. His gaze, temporarily lost in his unwanted drink while Adam stopped in his actions.

"Does it mean the same thing?" He earnestly asked.

Adam froze in what he was doing. Hating that despite Michael being the first-born archangel the whole knowing humans before their creations and watching them from the beginning of time, he still asked questions that at times reminded Adam that he was in fact an angel. Though at the same time, he began to wonder if it didn't make him all that different from an everyday human being. Questioning what he held a lack of understanding for; love, feelings…. Things that Adam wished he could ask as so plain and simple about.

He took a deep breath. "No, Michael, it doesn't. That's just how these types of things work."

"These types of things?" He repeated in a question.

"You, Me—" he smiled. "Us…. This." He gestured around at their surroundings. "Everything, Michael."

"It's hard to understand all of this sometimes."

He chuckled. "I'm not the wisest of teachers either."

"I wouldn't have anyone else, or rather can't… you're the only one who knows you after all," he admitted.

Adam smiled. "And you?"

"I'm learning."

"Then… us?" He asked.

Michael shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

"If I do?"

"Then explain it to me."

"Fine." Adam wiggled the ring off his finger and leaned over the counter, grabbing Michael's left hand in his. He cleared his throat. "Michael… you don't have a last name do you?"

"Celestial being," he stated. "And that's what is worrying you right now?"

"Yes, and it's a good thing I have one then," Adam remarked. "Uh…" he aimlessly waved his hand, "something about love and togetherness—"

"Togetherness?" He questioned.

"Hush, I've only ever seen this done in movies."

Michael ducked his head, hiding a smile in his glass.

Adam sighed. "What do people say when they propose?" He suddenly wished he had watched all those soppy romance drama movies with his mom.

Michael put down his glass. "Is that what you're doing? Proposing?"

"Do you need me down on one knee too?" Adam teased.

Michael cocked his head with an amused grin. 

Adam shook his head, a warm chuckle escaping his mouth as his grip on Michael's hand tightened. He took a breath. "I'm proposing… that we've been together for hundreds of years, locked in a place I never really saw the true horrors of thanks to you. We only had each other and I… care about you, and even though this ring means nothing, you mean something—everything to me. So—" he raised the ring, "will you take my proposition?"

A grin was placed on Michael's face nonetheless, but a hint of confusion was buried underneath something Adam didn't know.

"With careful consideration?" Michael half questioned. Hesitance hanging for a drop and catch of reassurance.

Adam shifted his hold, gripping his hand tighter with a smile. "I wouldn't know any other way from you."

"And if I say yes?"

"Yes? Then this—" he raised the ring, "—will belong there—" he tapped Michael's ring finger.

He watched his expression change into something unreadable, leaving his heart to jump with worry that his mind pushed aside…. 

Then Michael spoke.

"If it doesn't belong there?" The question was as nonchalant as could be.

Adam gasped for a breath he didn't realize he has completely exhaled at Michael's words. "Oh… well, I—"

"No," Michael lightly chuckled over his sputtering. "This." He grabbed the ring from him in one hand and Adam's left hand in the other before sliding the ring back onto his finger.

"Oh."

"Like you said. It looks quite good there."

Adam straightened back up once his heart had found Its place and his breath had returned. "It does, doesn't it? Nice fit." He gave another small wiggle of his fingers, the cold band rubbing against the insides of his pinky and middle finger.

Michael scoffed a laugh. "What did I say yes to exactly? Loving you is understandable but I know marriage is usually tied in."

"Not fond of the whole commitment thing?" 

He tilted his head for a second. "I'd rather not engage in anything that has to do with my father." 

"Most people don't," Adam explained. "We'll just elope."

Michael caved. "I'll bite. Where?"

He shrugged. "Anywhere."

"Anywhere to me means a matter of things," he informed.

"Well, usually people do Vegas or something, not Mars or the Milky Way…. Not that I'm complaining or anything."

Michael smiled. "Whatever you wish."

Adam smiled in the moment but found it cut short as the bell above the door once again yanked his attention to look. He straightened and gave a friendly but curt wave to the older man coming in the door as he recognized him from the previous days he had worked.

He turned back to Michael. "Well, until then…" He ducked behind the bar and came up with something in hand. "I have another customer." He reached over and pushed a strawberry on the rim of his glass. "Fiancé."

He watched Michael's eyes on the strawberry before he looked back at him with a criticizing look from the newly placed nickname.

"Yeah, I know, felt weird for me too. Remind me to never do that again." 

Michael nodded. "Will do."

He pushed himself away and over to the older man. "Same thing?" He questioned, receiving a single nod back.

He went through the steps in his head as he finished making the drink. "Try that." He set it down in front of him.

The man took a long sip before putting it back down. "Perfect," he said.

Adam mentally applauded himself, letting a bright smile shine through at his self-satisfaction.

"See, told you you'd get it down with a few times for practice."

"Fast learner," he boasted. Though he knew it had taken him multiple attempts plus practice during his free time and much feedback from Michael and his 'tastes like molecules' to get it in drinkable condition. If the previous days were any proof of too much of one thing or too little of another.

The man's eyes widened. "That's new?" He pointed to his hand.

Adam looked down, smiled. "It is." He pretended to be casual about, maybe even forgetful about the ring around his finger despite the fact that it had all happened within the span of the last hour.

"Well look at you. Who's the lucky person?" He questioned.

Adam twisted the ring and took a brief glance over to Michael who was more preoccupied with staring at his drink. He smiled. "I am…"

The older man raised his glass. "Congrats."

All he wanted to do was rush home and to be alone with Michael how things once were and always had been. Just each other and nothing else. But first, he still had something to do.

He finished and walked back over to Michael. "Figured it out?" He looked towards the glass.

Michael wore a soft smile. "Strawberry…" he announced. He tapped and traced the rim of his glass with his middle finger. "It was strawberry."

He leaned into his space, lowering his voice for just them. "If you're right?"

Michael cocked an eyebrow. "A reward?" He questioned. 

Adam grinned, he reached over and plucked the strawberry from the glass, taking a bite of half of it before leaning back over and holding out the other half for Michael. 

Mischief played on Adam's lips, something Michael could hardly miss. His eyes never once left; a gaze like desire yet to be broken as he took the offering from his fingers.

Adam's left hand went over Michael's, the now prominent ring joining both of them together before back to each other. He brought his non-occupied hand back, dropping the leaves and stem to the side and licking the juices from where the strawberry had been between his thumb and forefinger. Tied eye contact not breaking to anything that dared to call attention.

Michael swallowed and licked his lips. "If I'm wrong?" He asked.

Adam cocked his head, sporting a faux expression of contemplation more to tease and play than anything. "Don't you want to know." His words were anything but a question.

"Do I?"

He always figured change was tied in with life-altering choices like proposing or marriage. But this—Michael, was anything but change; a warm wave of nostalgia that was there and always meant to be there.

Michael turned his hand, giving Adam more access to thread their fingers together. Both of their holds on another tightened for a pulse of breath before loosening yet still firm, neither one of them letting go. 

And like a fish with a hook in its mouth, fighting against the line, reeling closer as the waves moved with gentle ease that was otherwise so; they were both weak. They had caught each other looking for the same thing but found one another, pulling and fighting for the unknown at the end of the line until they faced what they knew all along that had led them to be so weak.

Adam's attention was tied to the slight tilt of Michael's head and that subtle upward curve of his lips. A gentle taunt as Michael studied Adam just as close as well. The way his hand flew and went in every which direction with every word he spoke, or even his bright light-up-the-world smile that shined every moment it could.

And in the end, he did just that, both of them aware of the other and everything in between, he cocked his head and smiled…

#virusfanfic #midam gift exchange 2022 #midamgiftexchange2022 #supernatural #midam #adam milligan #michael spn #supernatural fanfiction #bartender!adam #bartender adam milligan #there was a couple post a couple months back of adam being a bartender so thats where i kinda got the idea for this

[maccreadysbaby]

WIP tidbits!

thanks @sirmanmister for the tag! sorry it took me like seven years to post lol. Here’s something I’m working on just for fun. (I love experimenting with sibling dynamics so here are some of my latest test subjects)

Bailey, pretending that she didn’t have to be up for class in less than three hours, thumped down the stairs in her sleep shorts and massive tee. Her best bet would be to suck down coffee and keep studying until go-time. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time she pulled an all-nighter for the stupid undergrad courses she was starting to regret.

She sighed heavily when she flicked the kitchen lights on, the blinding white cabinets and countertops making her blink for a moment.

“Bailey, turn those off,”

She audibly gasped, jumping so vigorously that she slammed her elbow against the marble countertop. She whirled around and spotted a lump of black blankets in the breakfast nook, hunched over the table. The tuft of blonde sticking out near the table’s surface eased her nerves a little — thankfully, since she hadn’t actually slept, her tell-the-twins-apart-even-when-they-aren’t-looking-at-me senses were still pretty much online.

“Roman?”

“Bailey. Lights,” It was meant to sound threatening, but it came out as more of a whine. Bailey humphed and flicked the main kitchen lights off, turning on the pantry light and leaving the door propped open instead. It was a good enough compromise.

She sighed, opening the cabinet where they kept their mugs. “Why are you in the kitchen at three a.m.?”

“Why are you?” He murmured into the tabletop. Bailey rolled her eyes.

“Coffee,” She answered.

He replied: “Migraine.”

She hummed in sympathy, pulling out a mug with the words #1 twin brother painted across the side in blue, glittery paint. A craft created by eight-year-old Bailey before she realized Kai was going to grow up to be a full-time douchebag.

“Where’s Julian?” She questioned, stepping into the pantry and grabbing the first coffee capsule she saw. It was black cherry. (Who in the house even drank that?)

“Taking up residence in my bed,” Roman muttered. Bailey hummed again, and after a moment of silence, he clarified: “Nightmare.”

“He could’ve gotten me instead of waking you up,” She murmured as she absentmindedly turned the coffee machine on and hoped Kai hadn’t screwed up the settings too much. 

“Wasn’t sleeping,” He grumbled. “Dying instead.”

“Dramatic much?” She replied. While the coffee machine whirled and spluttered, she actually took a second to look over at her little brother. He had his forehead pressed to the surface of the table, and a pill bottle was sitting next to him.

She squinted. “You took Vicodin?”

“Mm,”

“Did you eat anything?” She cringed. After a few moments, she took his silence as a no.

“Dude, you’re gonna hurl,”

“M’not,” He protested weakly.

“You took Vicodin on an empty stomach, idiot. Eat something,”

“No,”

She suppressed the urge to snort at him. “Why? Because you feel like you’re gonna hurl?”

“Leave him alone, Bailey, God. How can you be so annoying at three in the morning?”

With a dramatic groan, she turned on her heel, coming face-to-face with her stupid idiot of a twin who was entering the kitchen from the other end. 

“Shut up,” She spat.

Kai huffed and rolled his eyes, and Bailey was promptly reminded why she hated the way she looked so much. Because she looked just like him.

“Things were going well until you arrived,” She continued. The coffee maker beeped and she shuffled forward to get her mug. The warmth emanating from the glass heated up her frigid fingertips.

“You consider Roman dying in the breakfast nook while you ridicule him going well?”

Bailey rolled her eyes for the fiftieth time. “Piss off, Kai. Why are you even here?”

He lifted his hands in surrender, moving toward the pantry. “I was hungry. Is that a crime?”

“Don’t you dare eat my jello, dickface,” She continued. 

Kai snickered and replied: “Romans about to hurl.”

She whipped around with a muted grumble, catching a glimpse of her (now very green) little brother who was sitting up, breathing shallowly through his mouth. She jerked a mixing bowl out of a nearby cabinet and tossed it at him.

“Geez, eat a banana or something,”

“Bailey,” He whined.

“Why are you all awake?” Came the fourth and — hopefully final — voice from the entryway of the kitchen. Julian was there, wrapped in a blue throw blanket that literally had Roman’s name embroidered into the corner. He looked weary, younger than his twin.

“Romans dying and Bailey came down to make him feel even worse,” Kai replied from his position in the pantry. Bailey heard him crunching on something. 

“Julian,” She sighed in relief. “Would you please make your brother eat something before he pukes all over the nook?”

“You say that like he’s not your brother, too,” Julian muttered as he grabbed a banana off the counter and made for the breakfast table. 

“Did Arsen come home last night?” Bailey questioned, aiming the question at no one in particular. 

“Pretty sure he wasn’t in his room earlier,” Julian replied, waving the now peeled banana in Roman’s face. “Door was open.”

“He’s at Logan’s,” Kai replied from the pantry. “Why are you being such a helicopter mom? He’s like, thirty.”

Bailey rolled her eyes. “He’s eleven months older than me and you.”

“Your point?”

Bailey, instead of arguing about the fact that their oldest brother was twenty, huffed and took a long sip of her coffee. Kai lived to be annoying and she wasn’t going to let him have the satisfaction. Not at three in the morning when she’d practically been inhaling trigonometry for, like, five hours. 

“Would you rather me be a helicopter dad?” She muttered into her cup. Kai peered out of the pantry with a bag of chips in one hand, still crunching on them. 

“You’d definitely be more attractive if you were a dude,” He stated, gesturing to his own face. “Case-in-point.”

Bailey’s sass-filled response was cut off when Roman promptly retched in the mixing bowl.

Her eyes flicked to Julian, and he shrugged, taking a bite of the banana and patting Roman’s back with the other. “I tried.”

I’m tagging @sassenashsworld, @danses-with-dogmeat, @just-another-wasteland-merc, and @theartofblossoming,

(no pressure I know I tag the same, like, four people every time😂)

#current wip #wip #my wips #tag game

[dopewizardjellyfish]

‧˚⭒⛧⚝: genshin boys helping you with summer homework!

✧ something for all the procrastinating students out there (including myself!)

✧ set in a modern!au

ah yes, summer vacation. a time to relax and have fun. a time to forget about all your troubles and live free for a few months. but unfortunately, your teacher assigned homework over the break! boo.

you sighed as you lain in bed. thank god school was out, you didn't have to worry about all the burden and stress that such a place brought about. you had some plans for summer, but whether they'd stay as fantasies in your head or become actions you would take...you didn't know yet.

you rolled to your side and checked your cell phone. no notifications, only the time staring back at you until you received a text from...

ayato, albedo, diluc, tighnari, xiao, xingqiu

do you want to meet up to start on the summer homework together?

you definitely didn't want to be reminded of it, but you knew he was someone who was on top of his work. you sent him a message accepting his offer, and he sent you a location to start the work at. you were glad that he had reached out to you. he was smart, a good tutor if you needed it. in the end, you ended up understanding most, if not, all the assignments you had worked on that day!

a few weeks had passed, and you didn't think much of it, of the homework. well, that was until someone else texted you

aether, bennett, chongyun, gorou, kazuha, razor, thoma

i think it's time to start on that homework! do you want to meet up sometime? we can talk about what we've done over the summer so far, too!

you didn't mind considering you needed to get more work done anyways, and sitting around in your room all day slacking off wasn't going to help finish it. you agreed and headed to the location that he suggested. you ended up finishing most of the work that you had portioned out to complete. he tried to help you whenever you needed it, and he honestly did a good job of that. you felt accomplished after returning home!

a month had passed and summer vacation would be coming to a close soon. you hadn't finished all of your work yet though, and coincidently, you had received a text from a certain someone regarding that topic.

kaeya, tartaglia

i was caught up in a lot until now, and i almost forgot that we had work...let's meet up and do it together!

you felt a sense of deja vu, but agreed anyways. he was definitely not the best tutor, but you had gotten some work done, albeit a little late.

...you had tucked into bed. it was the night before school would return again. some regrets flashed through your mind as you lain in bed, but you just accepted them for what they were. you were about to close your eyes when you heard a ding!

i totalllly forgot about the work we had!! you should've reminded me, gonna have to pull an all nighter T_T

venti

well, at least he was putting an effort into completing it before the deadline. you didn't hear a peep from a certain someone, so you could only imagine how much he didn't get done.

itto

#genshin impact #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines

[sunandneptune]

i found something i wrote back when you were still with me.

it goes

"i always want to know that youre okay. sometimes i want to recommend you songs too but i need to find the perfect song for you. you smile with your eyes and it mesmerizes me every time. those classy outfits you put together on random days never fail to catch me off guard. that one all nighter we pulled was so fun but i wont suggest it again because it wore you out."

and then you left.

im scared to forget the way you softly thanked me at 7:05 in the morning for waking you up. the way you mumbled about not going back to sleep. neither of us could know they were your last words. i dont regret being the last person you spoke to. i hope you dont regret it either.

im scared to forget your eyes. i scrambled to find a picture of you where the color shows but you smile with your eyes. you smile so beautifully. i found a picture where your eyes show, and i was so glad that i told you how beautiful they are. how beautiful you are.

i miss sitting with you in the yard. i didnt love the sun, but you loved it so much, we joked about how you were photosynthesizing. when rain fell and winds blew, i was never dressed for the weather. you scolded me, gave me your coat, bragged about your cold tolerance.

i knew you were cold before you admitted it far later that one time, when you saw me shivering and decided you wanted to wear only a hoodie at 10 degree weather and insisted i take your coat. i felt cared for, i felt loved. i hope you felt the same when you ripped one of its pockets open and i dropped my project to sew it clean.

we thought the same things, we said the same thing so often. every time it happened you would lock eyes with me, we would glare at each other before we laughed.

your laughter sounded so lively. i could never forget the laughing fit we went into late at night grabbing something to eat after the cat attack fiasco, giggling for a good ten minutes at nothing but ourselves. when i found ever so creative things to say about that one freak of a cat, you found it so funny that you told everyone the things i said. and i always laughed the same when you spotted that cat you hated and muttered "bastard" under your breath.

i look for your face in the crowds, but no one looks like you. i have seen people with your clothes, but none with your bright orange backpack. i could never mistake anyone for you, and i would find you in a crowd of millions in a heartbeat.

every time i stayed up late, you did too. you would stay with me so i wouldnt feel alone, and i wouldnt ask you to so you wouldnt feel tired the next day. we had a balance, but i think in the end we were both too kind.

im glad we shared so much. glad we shared our tools, glad we shared songs, glad we shared our pipe dreams, glad we shared our favourite color. i like orange even more now, i think.

i still want to know youre okay.

i hope youre okay.

i hope you think of me too, and i will be okay.

[writerfae]

Fae!!! I hope your finals go well!! You are gonna ace them and we will be waiting for you to come back!!

I'm baking (yet again) today! my father wanted a cake so who was I to say no? lol

YOU CAN DO THIS YOU ARE GONNA DO GREAT YOY ARE AWESOME!!

don't forget how important taking breaks, drinking water, eating snacks and sleeping is!!!!

(also how would your OCs react to finals? who's the one who crams it all the night before? and do they regret it? who's the one with the million flashcards? and how do they exams go in the end?)

@ink-fireplace-coffee

Hello!! And thank you so much! :)

That’s great! Baking is really fun. (I should do it again sometime too). What did you bake?

I will keep that in mind, thank you! ^^ I’ll make sure to take proper breaks, those are really important indeed.

Oh my ocs would be absolutely stressed out about finals.

Aiden is what I like to call a short-term learner. He is good at memorizing stuff for as long as he needs it, but only things that interest him really stick longer than an hour after the exam. He writes summaries and makes vocabulary lists to memorize, by rewriting his notes or just revise them in his head and write down the things he tends to forget.

He takes proper breaks, sometimes longer ones than would be necessary. Aiden needs a while to get himself to study and stay focused, but once he did he’s usually doing quite alright. It also helps him to study with other people sometimes.

.

Maya has tons of flash cards, color-coded notes and a whole study plan. She has probably the healthiest way to go about studying out of all of them, she has enough water and snacks with her, locks away her phone and takes breaks.

Maya too writes everything down that she thinks is important (tbh she thinks too many things are important and ends up not needing 50% of what she learned). She’s a fast learner. Sadly, despite all her effort, anxiety still gives her a hard time occasionally.

.

Halea is usually the one who starts learning the day before the exam and pulls an all-nighter. It’s not often that successful. That’s why Aiden and Maya would gently force her to study differently for the final exams. She’s easily distracted but also very ambitious, so she would study hard for finals to not be the only one of her friends not passing.

.

Talon is the one putting the most pressure on himself, working for days straight, afraid that he didn’t do enough. He also happens to be the one who should have no worries at all, cause he’s top of his class, but he doesn’t want to hear it. He has high expectations for himself. Talon can be hyper focused on studying, sometimes he even forgets to eat. He too uses flash cards and lists, but he has papers lying around everywhere.

This boy needs to get forced into a break. I in fact have a modern au short story about it. It can be found HERE, if you’re interested!

In the end they’d all get through their finals with quite satisfying results. Talon and Maya have excellent grades everywhere. Aiden does quite well too, but the best grade he gets in his favorite subject. Halea doesn’t have the best grades in most subjects, but it’s enough to pass them all and get good enough grades for a scholarship later.

Thank you for your ask <3

#writer speaks #if you wonder I am like Aiden when studying #except for the last part with studying with others. I don’t like that all too much

[rei-usa]

Bodø was really cool. A fisherman’s town. I made some friends and learned how to fish off of the coast. Upon arriving, I didn’t have a plan… imagine that. I sat in the train station wondering how I had just spent almost the entire train ride talking with strangers.

The weather was cold and rainy. I saw three girls get out of with backpacks that looked loaded for camping and wondered why I didn’t share my time talking with them. No regrets because it wasn’t meant to be. I watched them load up on a taxi with a plan in mind. Good for them. I asked so many people to accompany me and no one had the interest, time, money, time or desire.

I found a hostel on booking, $89. Ouch. Okay. Well, here it goes…

I checked in with Hugo, who was helpful. My room was the size of a large closet with two twin bunk beds. I dropped my things off and went for a walk. Fishing boats, sail boats, ships, tug boats, coast guard, politi, whaling boats… all of the boats at the wharf! I found myself at the end of the pier which was about a 30 min walk from the hostel. I found myself there because I saw people fishing. I wanted to ask questions about how to properly fish up here considering I had purchased a pole and lures. I was timid to try but eager to watch. I met Olga from Poland and her Partner Dalibore from Czech Republic. They were happy to entertain the tourists by showing them how to fish for dinner and cut the head off. I was impressed and thankful I made my way over there. We talked for an hour or so about fishing, the area, the country, the healthcare system, how Norway needs nurses. <- one of the richest countries is starving for nurses because they don’t pay for a nursing education and just import them from other countries and pay them $$. But that’s not why I chose this profession. I thanked them and told them I would be back in an hour. The weather turned and I decided to just go for a beer with my fishing pole in hand in case the weather changed.

The pub I stumbled into Dama Di. One of the coolest pubs full of local art in every corner of the drinking den. The sun literally never sets in the summer so it’s nice to be in a dark , cozy pub that felt warm. Joaquim was my bartender and quite charming. I met two other lads, Simon (pronounced Seamen) and Rich. They made the evenings quite fun and coses me into staying an extra night which ended up being two. It’s illegal to purchase alcohol after 8pm in the stores in Norway and the pubs stop serving booze at 0300. We finished our last beer at 0330 and they invited me to an ‘after party’ but check out was at 11. I had no interest in pulling an all nighter. They offered me to stay for free in one of their extra apartments and a part of me stayed thinking it may have been true because they were so genuine. But important to not rely on anyone else.

Check out came and went. I overstayed my welcome at the hostel in the living room until 1400 and just made my way downstairs to try and make a plan. This is when I met Leanne from Holland.

[natekashiri-exe]

Ruby, vermilion, sangria, and scarlet? :3c

Ruby: Favourite pre-2000s song?

Enter Sandman by Metallica but also Diva by Dana International (the English version tho)

i thought I knew I a lot of 90s music but I do n o t lmao

Vermilion: Have you ever pulled an all-nighter?

Yup. One year at MCM Comic Con me and my at the time friend had to fix their cosplay, and we finished at like 4am, and we'd set out alarms for like 7 or 8am, so I just said fuck it and stayed up lmao

I regretted it so hard, I ended up breaking down, going back to the hotel and crashing for a few hours lmao

Sangria: To what extent do you enjoy sour candy?

Eh, not that much tbh. Like I can eat haribo tangfastics but that's it

Scarlet: Think of your favourite genre; what kind of media do prefer in that genre (tv shows/books/movies)

I love sci-fi, and I think I prefer TV shows (lookin at your Doctor👀)

Thanks for asking!

#the void answers

[enharcv]

by my side | lee heeseung

pairing ‣ roommate!fem reader x richboy!roommate heeseung

genre ‣ fluff fluff FLUFF

warnings ‣ mild cussing, LOTS of pet names from heeseung & quite cliche ig + a lot of dialogue ;) y/n also zones out ALOT in this soooo.. + not proofread!

a/n ‣ THIS IS. perhaps not my best work bc i was close to not writing this but i still did it anyway bc i really really liked the plot and the idea of it? i hope you guys still enjoy it though :D anddd the series is coming to end since jay is the only member left, i'm kinda bummed about it but it's just the starting of this blog :)) i will work hard and set out more work for you guys to read hehehhehehe! thank you (for 300+ notes on the other parts) so so much for giving support to my works :D ilu all hhhjehahehjhenf.

** !! there's an error i just found out which is heeseung's name typed wrongly as heesung in this fic, so i'll try to fix it as soon as i can!!

"morning miss y/n" 

you give your roommate a smile, as you take a seat at the dining table. a plate is placed before you, the aroma of the food makes your face glow earning a chuckle from heesung, as he takes a seat before you. 

"thank you for the meal mr. chef!" you grin at heesung, humming as you take a bite savoring the meal. 

"it's really good" 

"thank you, i did it myself" heesung replies to your compliment, a smile on his lips. 

"where's jay and the rest?" you ask, looking around finally noticing the house was quite silent for roommates that consisted of four men and you, a girl. 

"oh, jay left early saying he had plans im not sure why is that,  jake and sunghoon went out to hang out i think," heesung says before he takes a bite from his breakfast. 

"ah i see, so do you have any plans then hee?" 

"mmm, i don't think so maybe i'll go run errands later cause’ we ran out of a few things," he answers. 

"what about you, love?" 

you didn't know what was the reason for the smile that grew even wider on your face, and you didn't bother hiding it since heesung was too invested in his food where his gaze only lingered there. 

was it the nickname love or the fact heesung was interested in your day. it's clear as a day of your crush on him, ever since you started being friends with a while after your first occurrence with him. 

four a.m. in a convenience store buying ramyeon because you became hungry while working on a thesis based on a 100 paged doc in the second year of uni— & you still have nightmares about it. 

however that night was something you will never regret happening, perhaps the all-nighter was a good idea after all. 

you were looking through the row and you remember how happy you were upon seeing the only packet of your favorite ramen left. 

your happiness was short-lived when you felt another hand on top of yours. 

"i took it first"

"i took it first"

you both glanced at each other, eyes narrowed shooting draggers. 

you grip on the ramen tightens so does the stranger's, which lights up the rage in you. 

"i said to let go," you grunted, glaring staring at the stranger. 

"no you let go, i came and took it first" he replies, his grip on the ramen tightens even more. 

having enough of the stranger you put all of your strength in and pull the ramen, however to your absolute horror the ramen rips off and the uncooked noodle fell on the ground. 

so does the seasoning packet after a while, like a cherry on top!

silence falls over the both of you as you both stare at the ramen which could have bloomed into a beautiful masterpiece, sexy slick noodles slurped into your mouth having you hum (possibly moan too *not sexually, however) at how incredibly savory the taste could have been.

"why would you do that?" 

"are you seriously dumping the fault on me?" you scoff, annoyance laced in your voice when you look up at the stranger before you. 

"well, you were the one who gripped onto it and ripped it off? am i wrong?" he asks, arms crossed across his chest, scoffing as well with a annoyed expression. 

"you're acting like you didn't do it too?" you retort back. 

"you ripped it off though,"

"you didn't let go when i told you to,"

"you didn't too it's obviously your fault,"

"it's your fault,"

"no it's your fault,"

"it's your fault"

"it's your fault"

"it's your fault!"

"uhm, excuse me?" a voice interrupts the argument going on between you and the stranger. 

"i need to restock," the lady says which makes you look at the item she's holding in a box. 

SHIN RAMYEON. 

your eyes immediately go up to meet the stranger who's looking back at you with the same expression. the worker walks pass you and the stranger making you both wait at the side, in absolute shock. 

"were we too impatient?" he asks.

"yeah, definitely" you reply, a chuckle follows from the stranger making you laugh but immediately shutting up when the worker looks back at you both.

"by the way one of y'all gotta pay up for this," she says, pointing at the ramen on the floor before walking off. 

after debating on who was going to pay for the wasted ramyeon, which you both did over a ramyeon (date) meal in the store. 

through that, you both ended up exchanging numbers and learned each other’s names. over that ramyeon incident, you both became friends as well not long after.

now, how did you both become roommates?

well, you ended up finding out he majors in a medical field too, in the same university and in the same course as well. at first, you were extremely confused how you never noticed or knew him, turns out it's because he's quite kept to himself in his own friend group who consisted of the rest of your roommates jake, jay, and sunghoon.

but still, you were quite confused although after few days you both ended up seeing each other in class, started hanging out too. It was only natural you both became close from then on.

a few months later, you had to move out of your old apartment because the landlord sold the place to another person. you didn't know if you should blame your luck or your landlord but that left you with no other choice than to find a new place. It was then when you ranted about it to heesung and him being the generous person he is, he ended up offering you to become his roommate.

you hesitated at first although you both were close, but you agreed in the end when you came to know that heesung also shared the apartment with jay, jake and sunghoon when they also happened to have another vacant room for rent. that also leaded to you becoming the new addition to their friend group.

however moving in was the breaking point because your feelings grew rapidly as soon as you started getting even more comfortable living with heesung than you were before. 

all the things you both did together, the amount of time you spent together it almost felt like you were newlyweds but you both lived with three other men (who were almost like yours and heesung’s kids). 

but as much as you dreamt of being in a relationship with heesung you also knew it would never be mutual. heesung was way out of your league, to be honest. he could practically do anything and almost everything. heesung is every woman’s dream guy.

precisely, he's an ace. 

it doesn't exactly help that he's extremely good-looking too, you often found yourself staring at him, admiring his beauty a little too long too but you knew better than to be caught red-handed. you couldn’t give it away too easily after all your ego was too high to admit it anyway. It was pretty natural for any girl to catch feelings, heesung was also the ideal man of yours too.

"earth to y/n?" a hand is waved before you, bringing you back into reality.

"oh— oh my god" you gasp, blood rushing to your face when you realize you’ve been zoned out. “how long was i out for?" you ask, looking at him wide-eyed. heesung stifles a laugh, before putting down his utensils. 

"well, long enough for me to finish my meal." 

"you're lying, i zoned out when you had like three scoops of food left," you say, furrowing your eyebrows, trying to divert the topic to heesung so you can escape the embarassment.

"you were zoned out for three scoops of food worth of time then, y/n" he says, and flashes you a smie.

"that's so embarrassing" you say, the heat on your face still there. 

"so you're self-aware?" you stare right back at him, your jaw opened wide earning a loud laugh from heesung. 

"you're sick" you say shocked while watching how amused heesung was. 

"i was kidding," he says, his laughter dying down while you go back to finishing your food. "anyway, i asked if you have any plans today?" 

"oh, i don't know, I think i'll just spend the day finishing a few shows on netflix." you say, sighing at how boring it was about to get but on the brighter side, all you had to do today was to move your fingers to change episodes all while laying down on your bed.  

bed = closest to paradise

heesung hums in response before he gets up to put his plate and utensils in the sink. you quickly finish up your food and join him by the sink with your plate in your hand, a honey-like smile on your face. 

"what?" he asks and eyes you suspiciously at the way you were looking at him. 

"wash my plate too please, hee" you plead with a ‘cute’ voice (you assume) in hopes to get him wash your plate too. 

"mmmmmmmm why should i though?" he asks teasingly, chuckling when he sees you pout. 

"please heesung," flashing him a gummy smile this time he rolls his eyes before grabbing your plate and washing it too. you give him a backhug while laughing before you go back to the dining table to take a seat again. 

"you owe me one for this love," he says, wiping his hand when he’s done washing the dishes. 

"over washing one plate and two utesils hee? you're better than this come on, pretty boy." you say in a sassy tone earning a scoff from him. 

"why didn't you wash it then?" 

you go silent which makes you look up at him when you hear a small chuckle from him, "see?" he says, shrugging as he takes a seat from where he was seated before. 

"shut up" you say, rolling your eyes. 

just then heesung's phone starts ringging, he eyes the screen before picking it up. 

"oh, mom" 

heesung’s mom? that’s quite sudden.

invested in the sudden call, you stay silent and observe the conversation. it was really just a reason for you to stare at heesung as he speaks on the phone with his (**your possible mother-in-law) mother. 

"today? like later?" he asks, his voice all of a sudden a little louder, which earns your attention from zoning out. this zoning out habit seriously had to go.

what was today? later? no clue so you keep on listening to the conversation but you’re easily swayed away when his arms catch your attention. your mind is frenzy when you see the sleeve of his white shirt tighten around his bicep when he places his arm on the table. 

fucking hell, if possible you were mad grateful whoever came up with the idea of creating white t-shirts, thin material at it too was getting laid GOOD in the gates of heaven. 

because

lee heesung looked fine as FUCK in it.

"gazed out again? are you tired?" 

"huh?" you look up to heesung who was now clicking away on his phone, right— the call must have ended. 

"is it like a new hobby now, or do i catch your eye too much? you've been staring at me the whole day," heesung asks, smirking at you which makes him earn a scoff from you. 

"you're so full of yourself" 

"how do i not say that when you're checking me out at every chance you get y/n?" cockily speaking, he gets up from his seat while looking down at you.

"have a good look now love!" heesung twirls around and gives you a wink when he's done. 

"lee heesung!" you whine, hiding your face in embarrassment. "stop you're so annoying! i wasn’t staring at you!” you deny with all your might, begging at ths point he’d stop teasing you because you’re actually starting to look like a tomato. 

"whatever you say y/n, now since you owe me one go and get dressed fancy because we have plans" he says and walks off into his room leaving you confused.

you're still confused when you finish putting on your perfume before you take a step back and look at yourself in your stand-mirror. 

(quick a/n : i really wanted y/n to wear this fit a lot in my fics but i never found the best occasion so here u go ;) dw she looks mad fine!)

on a second thought maybe you looked the best tonight. 

and heesung confirmed it the moment you stepped out into the living room but you were too occupied with arranging the items in your purse while mumbling to yourself at how disorganized it was. 

while heesung on the other hand was starting to think if you looked this good everyday he might actually pass out as if you weren't already pretty on a daily basis because my guy was straight up shocked when he sees you with his jaw dropped on the floor.

you were THAT pretty.

white truly was your color. the white fabric against your skin it made you look like an angel who actually came down from heaven. what could beat a simple white dress that showed off your curves beautifully in a decent length which stopped right on your mid-thigh. 

he couldn't help but observe the other parts of you too, the way your curls were styled perfectly as it was draped down your back and the simple makeup you had on which yet managed to make you look so so beautiful.

heesung mentally thanks the deities that you chose to wear this cause you sure did look insanely pretty but at the same time he was quite worried that he might give away his fat ass crush on you tonight from how amazing you looked. 

yes! the lee heesung had a crush on you as well. it wasn’t too different from how you developed a crush on him too. heesung started catching feelings when you moved in and started spending more time together. although at first he tried denying the feelings in hopes he wouldn’t ruin the friendship between you both, heesung eventually came to terms that it sure was a crush. 

besides he fell for you way too hard, it’s unstopable now. heesung too thought he knew better than to ruin the friendship so he remained silent and secretive of his crush on you without knowing you too felt the same.

you both seemed to value the friendship too much to ruin it over mere feelings. or so the both of you thought? perhaps the universe held a different fate for the both of you tonight.

"heesung i can't find my—" you immediately pause because the view before was something you had only dreamed of seeing before. 

LEE HEESUNG. IN. A. TUX. 

WHATHECUCKSKAKWJENDN SISKSKKXJSNWWE HESBSO FUCKSISNDNDBSINSAJENWKWKWKDBHOW DOEKSNDNBDNE BE KOIAJANS SGODOSOSJS DHSOSJEBGAWFWGQJJWSJNDNDND GODKDKDKSJSJDDB WHY DOWS HE LOAJJSNENWA SO GSOAKSJDNDN. 

that's exactly what went inside your head at first when you looked at him. when he said dress fancy, you knew he was bound to show up in a tuxedo, but what you weren't expecting was him to look insanely handsome than what you expected. 

you certainly didn't expect the forehead reveal too. 

observing his tuxedo, your heart was literally about to burst the fuck out. he literally just had a damn tuxedo on, like it was all normal. a NORMAL TUXEDO, BUT WHY DID IT LOOK SO. GOOD. ON. HEESUNG. 

"oh" 

"oh"

"hee—"

"y/n—"

you both stop when you accidentally cut each other off. letting a small chuckle left his lips before he smiles at you and says, "go ahead first,"

"no it's fine, you go first"

“ladies first, love"

YOU LOOK SO GOOD CAN WE PLEASE KISS HEESUNG?

"i can't find my keys," you say. well, that sure was totally different from what you originally wanted to say.

"it's alright, i have mine. I'll be driving anyway" he answers and approaches you by the couch. 

"what did you want to say?" you ask, looking up at him as your heartbeat rate picks up again at heesung approaching you, when he takes off his blazer. 

DOES HE HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT HE’S DOING?????????

"help me out" he says, holding out a bow tie and a necktie in his hand and smiling at you slyly.  

"oh," you say glancing over to his collar seeing it unbuttoned so was the three others down which led down the valley on his chest. you look away flustered, grabbing the ties and observing it comparing which looked better on him.

“let’s go with the bow tie," you say handing him the other tie to hold. you pull the collar of his shirt upwards before putting the bow tie around his neck and tying it. 

while you were focused on it, heesung couldn’t help but grab the chance to observe you even more. your perfume catches his attention which makes him smile. you smelt quite good, heesung thinks you have a good taste for perfumes.

why did everything about you this evening made him so nervous and giddy?

"here you go," you say, patting the bow on him and giving him a smile. 

"oooooh you look very nice pretty boy" heesung finds himself flustered at the compliment but he keeps his cocky expression up before he gives you an annoying response. 

yeah, so that didn’t work.

heesung finds himself saying another thing from what he planned to say. 

"you look like the only one who's going to be having my attention tonight" 

the room goes silent when you stare wide-eyed up at the sudden compliment. nevertheless it still managed to make you blush and the butterflies in your tummy erupt while heesung silently cusses himself.

"oh, thank you," you say, a big smile grows on your face with your ears growing warm and the blood rushing up to your face. 

"here," heesung says to escape the tension in the room when he brings you to sit down on the couch. 

"hee, what are you doing?" you ask, confused as to why he got you to sit down. 

heesung kneels down and brings a box down onto his lap from next to you which you didn't realize. well, not when your whole attention was on the boy in front of you. 

heesung takes off the lid and then a few wraps which then reveals 

a pair of heels?

he takes one heels out and sets it down and then proceeds to pick up your feet. he slips your feet in and then puts on the strap, which he then also repeats for your other feet.

when he’s done, he looks up to meet your eyes which were looking down at him.

the one he sees the whole universe in when you're the happiest woman in the world.

he shoots his million-dollar smile at you before speaking up, "coincidentally you wore white today which is perfect because these heels are white too, so how is it? do you like it, love?" 

"did you buy these— for me?" you ask, and as predicted heesung nods. 

"what? why?" you ask confused. it wasn’t your birthday, you didn’t have anything up too so what was the sudden gift all about?

"because.." he trails off, "do i need to have a reason to buy a gift for my friend?" your heart clenches when you hear the word leave his mouth. 

right. a friend.

that's what you are to him, and you keep on forgetting it. you put on a smile which hid your disappointment you look at heesung. 

"i'll pay you back, these look really expensive i can't let you do that," you say and chuckle but heesung lips form a frown by your response. 

"it's a gift y/n, why would you pay me back? you know i hate it when you do that, im not letting you do that."

"hee—"

"it's a gift from me to you love, i bought it for you. so don't worry about it and wear it often, you look very beautiful in it," he says, complimenting you as he gets up. you sigh in defeat before you put your hand in heesung's hand which he held out for you.

"oh yeah, you never told me where we are going" you as trying to push the conversation before to the back of your mind.

stop worrying too much and just have fun tonight, y/n.

"my mom said she's having a small hi-tea party, for family and friends so she forced me to be there with a plus one," 

right, and heesung is insanely rich too. 

this man is a full package. once again, he isn’t every girl’s dream guy for no reason. 

"ah, so you're making me your victim?" you say teasingly which makes heesung laugh. 

"victim? you really have a way with your words y/n"

"isn't hi-tea held like in the evening or something?" 

"4 to 6 in the evening is the time," heesung says as he puts on his shoes. 

"what the fuck. didn't we just have breakfast just now?" you ask, thinking about how you just had breakfast an hour ago. 

"it's brunch for you because you woke up at 1 in the afternoon, it's three now almost four too" he replies which has you gasping when you check your phone. 

"time flew so fast today"

"no, you just have bad time management" you scoff at heesung before you both exit the apartment after double checking if you locked it because you're paranoid and you won’t leave heesung alone without being sure if you did lock it or not.

"hee?"

"mm?"

"do you have a feet fetish?"

"WHAT?"

"because i don't think I've ever mentioned my shoe size to you, and these heels fit perfectly so how did you get the size perfect?" 

"you think i have a feet fetish because of that? you're out of your mind!" 

"well, how'd you know then?" 

"i checked your shoes silly" 

"oh. so you do have a foot fetish?" 

"what the fuck y/n?"

"what are the chances you didn't smell my shoes when you were checking the size?"

"you're fucking insane, oh my god"

"chances are low but never zero, lee"

"Y/N!"

to be honest you were completely okay until you arrived at the venue and you started to feel nervous. heesung ends the engine and was about to exit before he takes a look at you, who didn't look too well and heesung being the gentleman he is, he immediately checks on you.

"y/n? is everything alright, you look so.." he trails off in a worried tone when you look at him. 

"im nervous, what if i fuck up?" you shriek, eyebrows furrowed as your mind starts making up negative scenarios. what if you trip and embarrass yourself and heesung or what if you bump into a waiter and accidentally cause a bunch of glasses to break?

"fuck up? what are you talking about?" heesung asks, confused at your reply. 

"like what if i don't fit in, like i know i don't— this isn't my cup of tea and all but like what if something i do actually like? oh my god what if—"

"y/n." you look at heesung. 

"you're not going to fuck up anything, i’ll be by your side. everything will be fine you really don't have to worry about not fitting in at all, it doesn't matter." 

"but—"

"no but's! i know you're nervous so that's why i'll hold your hand and stay by your side. everything will be fine, you don't have to worry love. i’m here, alright?" he assures you which you sigh at but trusting heesung you give him a small smile before he exits the car and opens your door to let you out. 

heesung takes your hand in his and intertwines the fingers which may or may have not made your heartbeat race. he locks the car and then you both make your way into the venue. making your way into the rooftop, you couldn't help but feel like you might pass out any moment. 

1) this was your first time at an extremely fancy place like this. being a middle-class lady all your life, it was pretty rare for you to end up at such events like this.

2) why were you so nervous as if you were going to meet heesung's mom and be like "yeah im dating your son ma'am, I'd like your blessings" 

you both enter the rooftop once the lift doors open and you both were immediately greeted by the commissionaires. you both give them a smile and then were ushered. your nervousness was once again noticed by heesung which resulted him to place his arm around your waist, catching you by surprise. 

this man was the death of you.

"oh my, heesung lee? is that you, dear?" a voice interrupts you both when you're finally by the reserved high-top table. 

"aunt leah?” heesung smiles pulling the older lady who seemed to be in her 40's into a hug.

"my goodness, it's been quite a very long time since we've last seen each other dear! you've grown to be a very dashing handsome man!" she compliments heesung as they pull away, her hand placed on his bicep as she speaks. 

"you’re right aunty it sure has been a while, how are you?" 

you didn't seem to be rude and interupt them so you turned around to observe the place. but your sight-seeing moment didn't last long until you were being mentioned. 

"so heesung who's this pretty young lady here?" you turn around like a deer caught in headlights but immediately flash her a smile as you join heesung by his side. 

"my my, heesung you sure have very good taste in women, she is a very beautiful woman!" heesung's aunt compliments you which you immediately thank her to but the main reason there was a big blush on your face was what she said to heesung. 

“you sure have a very good taste in women”

you look up to a flustered heesung as well who was chuckling at his aunt's statements. 

"well what are you waiting for? introduce me to her, i'd like to catch up with her, we have plenty to talk about," 

panic rises in you as you look at heesung, what the fuck was he going to say? well, of course, 'roommate' or friend right?

"aunt leah, this is y/n my girlfriend and y/n, this is aunt leah, my mother's right-hand woman," he says looking over at you which a quick press on your waist to bring you closer. 

this had to be the most insane day you ever had with your feelings going insane because of lee heesung. 

partly you were quite giddy and all 'knees weak’ because of what he introduced you as but at the same time being the overthinker you are, you knew he only said that because it would seem ridiculous to bring a 'roommate' or a ‘friend’ to such an event. 

so you ended up convincing yourself that it was just a lie, you didn't have to freak out and get your hopes up because of it. 

"hello aunty," you smile at his aunt and fall into her embrace when she pulls you into a hug. 

"hello dear it's very nice meeting you!" she says a small laugh follows by at how nervous you seemed. 

"you both ladies continue your conversation, i'll look for my mother," he says before excusing himself and leaving you with his aunt. you give heesung a nervous smile at him suddenly leaving you with his aunt alone but heesung gives you a thumbs and as smile.

“you’ll be fine!” he mouths at you before disseapearing into the crowd.

"i know you both aren't dating so you can drop the act," his aunt speaks up as soon as heesung is out of sight. you look up, eyes wide straight up just staring at her. 

"did i come off too rude dear? oh no, i apologize!" she says chuckling which makes you sigh of relief. you were absolutely shocked, to say the least, however, you still try denying it to save heesung’s lie from earlier.

"i’m sorry but what are you talking about, aunty?" you laugh nervous, taking a sip from the champagne and then letting out fits of light coughs. you weren't really much of a drinker, if it happned too it was rare, only on occasions. 

heesung's aunt however just raised her eyebrow at you.

“i know you’re lying, you’re not very much of a good liar are you?” she says making you laugh.

“i can’t really back that up anymore can i?

“not a chance, dear” you both erupt into laughter together and then shutting up when you both attract glances. 

"if you don't mind me asking, how did you even...?" you trail off. heesung’s aunt smiles at you before leaning in to whisper. 

"we aren't called the masters of gossip for no reason" laughing even more this time you both were told to keep it down when a few people stares at you both.

"that's— very speechless" you say, sighing from how much she's made you laugh that evening. 

"mhm but you really want to know how" she pauses to look around but sees no one taking interest in the conversation anymore between you two before she continues. 

"heesung being the only son of the lee's and if you didn't know or if heesung didn't mention to you, the lee's are what we call the superior in this community"

"so, like— the Crazy Rich Asians?" you ask, still confused but by the reaction you get from aunt leah you get your answer. 

"well, i guess you can say that? but no worries mrs.lee isn't like the nick's mother in the movie. mrs.lee is actually a sweetheart just like her son, and knowing her for years now she's like a sister i never had. once again, just like her son she's an absolute ace too" she says describing heesung's mom and you nod giving her a smile. 

“and if heesung did really had a girlfriend, word would go around pretty quickly. in fact you being his plus one tonight is already attracting alot of people’s interest in you. if you haven’t realised, you actually have competition” she says and points towards a group girls who were staring at you with jealousy in their gaze. looking back to aunt leah, you sigh.

"i haven't met his mother before, this is my first time actually, coming around to see heesung's family." you say.

"oh my, then you must be really special. i guess heesung likes you a lot then!" she gaps. 

"what? sorry aunty but— heesung doesn't like me like that even though he just straight up lied to you just now," you say laughing nervously once again as you explain to her. 

there's no way heesung likes you. of course you imagined it, had scenarios in your head all about it but there's absolutely no way. AT ALL. that he liked you back, even if it happened— no, it won't happen there shouldn't be 'if's'. 

but what were the possibilities? you're a pretty decent person. so what's wrong? 

what's wrong was you think you're not good enough for heesung, perhaps you'll never be because you think you're nothing compared to any of the girls in the room you were. you were just a half-broke med school student who really didn’t compare to the rest of the girls in this room. you’re not even on their level to begin with and like you said before, you pratically didn’t belong here.

heesung could have any girl he wanted so why would he want you?

"y/n dear?" 

"sorry i kind of spaced out, im sorry? what were you were saying again?" you say, snapping out of your thoughts quickly apologizing to aunt leah. 

"are you alright?"

"yeah yeah i am, don't worry about it aunty. you were saying?" you ask, feeling the heat rush to your face immediately of embarassment.

"i was saying heesung doesn't bring just anyone to see his family. heesung keeps his private life away from his studies or anywhere related to the life he's living, so you must be pretty special for him to bring you along. apart from his friends who i remember were jay, sunghoon and… jake!" she explains but you still weren't convinced. 

"i think he just really needed a plus one aunty, it's the weekend everyone is probably busy with their own thing and i happened to be free and all so..," you say and aunt leah wasn't having it. 

"you're denying it as if you like him, y/n." 

"wha— aunty what no? what are you talking about?" you stutter at first at the sudden question, but your answer and tone was more than enough for her to be sure of her suspicions. 

"so you do like him?" 

you stay silent for a moment, comprehending whether you should confess or just keep on denying it like you've been doing for the longest time. 

"your silence speaks loud enough.”

"anyone would see that he likes you from the way he looks at you dear, believe me- heesung likes you, if he brought you along to meet his family im pretty sure he wants to be serious with you. think about it, heesung looks at you like you’re the prettiest woman in his eye, which he isn’t wrong at. you’re a very beautiful woman." she says but you frown. 

even if he did you just couldn't find any logic reason or why he would like you? out of every other girl he could have had? why you? It isn’t a bad thing but you couldn't help but think that way given how he’s too perfect for you.

"but even if he did like me, why would it be me? it could be any other girl? there's so many other girls that are better than me- like those girls who are supposedly my ‘competition’ aunty." you ask, eyebrows furrowed and a frown on your face as you asked his aunt. 

"heesung will know the answer to that, but just trust me when i say he likes you. heesung may not be vocal about it but i know him like the back of my hand. after all, i was also the one that practically raised him, so go for it dear don't worry too much.you both will be fine!" 

you assumed she practically just asked you to ask heesung that? yeah no, that was definitely not happening. you weren't going to risk it all over something so stupid like your sily crush on him. 

again, like you've mentioned before. who wouldn't have a crush on him? after all, he's lee heesung. 

"am i interrupting you ladies?" a voice comes up from behind you which earns both of your attention. 

"nope! in-fact you're just in time, i was just done talking to your beautiful girlfriend" his aunt answers giving you a smirk at the mention of girlfriend. 

"i see, by the way aunt leah my mother is looking for you" heesung says, giving her his signature smile which made you heart flutter. he's so BEAUTIFUL it was totally hard to believe he was real and not a sculpture in a musuem. 

"is that so? alright, then i shall take departure then. it was a pleasure meeting you dear, i hope to you see you soon again, you too heesung" she says giving you both a smile before leaving.

"i hope she wasn't too much of a trouble?" heesung asks, moving over to in front of you as he grabs a glass of champagne from the waiter who passed by. 

"no, not really. she's a very nice lady, felt like we knew each other before this? she's very welcoming to say the least" you say, sighing which doesn't go unnoticed by heesung

"is everything alright love?" 

you look up at him, trying to not show it off too obviously that you're reading him. his eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was too concerned about you. the nickname makes you stomach do flips as usual, this is exactly why you keep on falling for him more and more. 

you have no self-control over your feelings anymore. 

"yes" 

"you're not, you seem too—" 

"hee im fine, don't worry about me. you should go have fun! like—" you pause looking around for an answer, stopping your gaze on a group of girls staring at the both of you, specifically heesung. 

"go talk to those girls! who knows you might finally get a girlfriend, if lucky you might get a good fuck too!" you say, chuckling but it doesn't seem to convince heesung. 

"no" 

"why not?" 

"because i want to be here with you. i'm not ditching you for some other girls like that y/n. i told you i’ll be by your side today,” he says and you pause. by pause, your heart actually paused and then started beating a little too fast to your liking. 

why does he keep on saying these things that make you feel like that? 

"you're not okay, do you want to go home? we can leave—" 

"no! no not yet, you're not having fun heesung. why are you worrying so much about me?" you ask, annoyance laced in your tone lightly when he remains stubborn and not listening to you. 

"you want me to have fun? okay then" he says, taking your wrist in his hand and he drags you towards the crowd in the middle of the place. 

"hee what are you doing?" 

"having fun" he places his hands around your waist which doesn't fail to make you get goosebumps and feel giddy. 

"not with me, i meant with those girls!" you say but heesung shuts you up by twirling you around which catches you by surprise, making you place your hands on his broad shoulders. part of you was actually glad he didn’t listen to you and go to those girls because then you’d be a jealous mess. 

"they're no fun, i like it better when i'm with you" he says grinning. 

you both just sway to the music letting everything just fall into place. you don't think much, just letting everything go by and happen as the song changes and you both watch the sunset.

"should we leave now? i have something to do" heesung says as he stops moving noticing it’s almost dusk when he checks his watch.

"okay" you say, not questioning what he had lined up. you just follow him, saying goodbyes to aunt leah and a few of his other relatives you didn’t know and pretty sure you won’t be seeing again anytime soon.

"i didn't get to see your mom" you say while you both walk to the car park. 

"that's for another time, i'm sure aunt leah tired you out despite you complimenting her— i know her like the back of my hand, i grew up by her."

"she said the same thing!" you shriek, earning a laugh from heesung. 

"i told you!" heesung opens the car door for you as you get in. 

"thank you, hee"

"you're welcome, my love"

the ride back wasn't too boring, you both shared a small conversation here and there. but when heesung pulls into the parking lot of a supermarket you're surprised. 

"huh? what are we doing there?" 

"we need to run errands, i told you this afternoon" he says, taking off his seatbelt and ending the engine. 

"no way, are you seriously going to walk in there dressed in a tuxedo hee?" you snicker, already imagining the way how red his face was going to be from embarrassment when he gets back. 

"not when you're coming with me too"

"what the fuck, no i'm not."

if not, why were you in the dairy section checking the milk carton's expiry date as you put it into the cart which heesung was pushing. 

"should we also get two packs of cheese, we run out of them pretty quick" heesung asks, picking them up and showing you. 

you just hum in response earning a sigh from heesung. 

"come on y/n, you can't be that mad. no one is even staring at us" he says and frowns. you continue to give him the cold shoulder as you walk away leaving heesung behind. 

"loveeee, y/nnnnnn, y/n?" heesung trails off behind you when you enter the snacks section. you take your favourite chips and heesung's putting them into the cart. 

"awe, you remembered mine" as soon as he says that you take it out of the cart which heesung stops you at with a frown on his face.

"okay fine i'll shut up" he says and sighs as he lets go when you put the chips back and then grab your other roommates favourite snacks too, putting it into the cart. 

you both went on, getting a few other items before heading to the cashier. things were going pretty smoothly until the cashier said something to heesung. 

"this isn't professional but can i have your number sir, I'd like to grab a coffee or meal with you if you don't mind?" 

your ears perk up at the question which makes you look straight at the cashier, shooting daggers at her. 

"are you blind or do you not see me with him?" you ask, your tone very— pissed off too. 

"oh, are you his girlfriend or something?" 

"or something? wow you really have the audacity to ask something like that? yes i'm his girlfriend, what about it? do you go around around everyone's boyfriends their number like this shamelessly?" you scoff, folding your arms questioning the cashier of her ridiculous action.

"i didn't know—" 

"you didn't know? i'm literally right next to my man?" you say and at this point you’re ready to throw hands but you were immediately interrupted by the store's manager you assumed by the looks of it. 

"excuse me, miss. is there a problem?" 

"yes. your 'worker' here doesn't seem to have professionalism and just asked my boyfriend for his number while i'm next to him. this is ridiculous and as if it can't get any worse she's extremely rude too?" 

heesung couldn't fight the growing smile on his face when you fought with the casier. the word 'my man and my boyfriend' leaving your mouth so naturally like that made his heart flutter.

he watches you as you file a complaint and pay before you both leave the store. he remains silent even when you both put the things into the car's boot. heesung couldn't wait to speak up about it in the car. 

as soon as you both got into the car, his smile finally turned into a smirk when he looked at you, leaning on the armrest. 

"what?" you glare at him, absolutely pissed not wanting to have anymore of whatever he was gonna make you do. 

speaking frankly, you weren't really that mad when heesung made you follow him into the supermarket although the stares from people were a little too obvious which heesung insisted they weren't 'staring'.

you were just teasing heesung when you gave him the so-called 'cold-shoulder' but what actually got you so pissed was when the cashier lady asked heesung out right when you were next to him. 

and by reflex you immediately called him your boyfriend and YOUR MAN. feeling flustered from knowing how cocky he was going to be about it, you prayed in hopes he wouldn't bring it up. 

however heesung being the little shit you knew, he immediately brought it up as soon as you both got into the car. 

"sooo my man? damn y/n i didn't know you had that in you." 

"shut up, i saved your ass back there" you say, whining as you cover your face from embarrassment. 

"or were you just jealous?" heesung smirks, leaning back as he watches you struggle to find words to say. 

"why should i be?!" 

"why did you fight her then? she asked for my number i could've gotten a date back there. and maybe like you said, back at the event earlier, i could’ve gotten a good fuck too." he says, shrugging his shoulders. 

how dumb is he? you were so obvious back there. 

"you cannot be serious, come on now heesung. i wasn’t thinking when i said that, it just came out in a flow hee." 

"what? you like me or something y/n? why are you acting like this then?" he asks, leaning forward this time making you hitch your breath as you freeze. you were starting to think he knew what exactly he was doing.

"what are you talking about heesung, stop playing around. it's not funny" you chuckle nervously, leaning back but heesung grabs your arm stopping you in place. 

"you're not denying it love." 

you stay silent, lost at words when heesung's eyes look at yours and then your lips. you knew this was it, if you don’t stop it there's no way you can save the friendship anymore. 

heesung had to stop teasing you like this if it was meaningless. 

"so what heesung? so what if i like you? you don't like me back so why the fuck does it matter? if you're so annoyed about what i did back there just go back and get her number back th—" 

your eyes widens when you feel heesung's lips on top of yours. the feeling was euphoric you couldn’t even think when you immediately caught onto the kiss and kissing him back. 

"you're insane if you still think i don't like you back y/n" heesung says when he pulls away, catching his breath from the kiss you both shared. 

"i truly didn't want to confess in a way like this love but you keep on putting me on the edge by doing things like this— how do you expect me to not fall for you even more when you called me 'your man' back there, that was so smooth. and it felt so right coming from you i can't imagine hearing it from anyone else,'' he says, chuckling when he sees your shocked expression. 

"i like you alot y/n and knowing you, you'll have a hard time processing what i’m about to say but still-. i hope you like me back too. well hopefully because if you don't i'm going to pass out from embarrassment and most probably never face you ever again, because i just ruined our friendship. i see you more than just a friend y/n, i see you as someone i want to experience love with. i want to love you y/n. and trust me when i say you're the most beautiful girl in the entire world. everytime you tell me to go be with other girls i refrain myself from saying you're the only girl i want to be with and just because i didn't want to ruin what we had. even if there were millions of other girls who'd want to be with me, i'll never find you in them. you're my y/n, you're my girl. i don't see myself having breakfast in the noon with any other girl other than you love, or go to the supermarket in the middle of the night all dressed fancy with anyone else because i’m pretty fucking sure that none of those girls from before would even be here doing this with me right now, in the middle of a supermarket’s parking lot, only you darling." 

"or fight over a packet of ramen in a convenience store and then debate who should pay over the ruined ramen y/n— in other words, you're the only girl i wish to be with. i like you alot, so that only leaves me with one more thing" heesung says, taking your hands in his as he rubs his thumb over your hand. 

"i want you to be my girlfriend, i promise to treat you better and more than you deserve, I'll make you the happiest girl in the world love, i give you my word." you were at an absolute loss of words, just tears streaming down your cheeks as you leaned into the back of his hand. 

"i hate you so much"— "i really hate you so much lee heesung" you say, sobbing even when you pull away. you were a mess and heesung seeing you like this isn’t a new sight to him.

"i really thought i never had a chance with you" you cry out, making heesung chuckle, but his chuckle makes you sob even more. 

"why are you laughing, it's not funny!" you whine, hitting his chest when he pulls you into a hug. 

"you're the cutest even when you're crying" 

"you're so annoying." heesung pulls you away from his hug and wipes off your tears before grabbing your face in his hands. 

"is it a yes or no?" he asks, staring into your eyes awaiting the answer that held the fate of your friendship tonight. 

"only a yes if i can kiss you again, hee" you say, grinning when you see heesung's lips grow into a smile again. 

"you'll never hear a no from me when it comes to you love" you lean in, wrapping your arms around his neck, lips molded into each other's as if it was missing puzzle pieces finally reunited.

"heesung's girlfriend, y/n? sounds so right" 

"you're so cliche" 

"only for you, of course!"

to say the least, after that, your relationship bloomed so much more beautifully, and it made you and heesung the happiest you both have ever been. who would've guessed a fight over a ramen could have led into something more. 

you also ended up meeting heesung's mum and got a blessing, she's very fond of you too. you certainly felt like a main character in your version of Crazy Rich Asians, with your very own nick who's Heesung Lee in your version.

read the rest of the series! : sunghoon (1), sunghoon (2), jake, jay

#enhypen #enha #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen angst #enhypen fics #enhypen writes #enhypen works #enhypen fluff #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen heesung #enhypen hee #lee heesung #heesung #hee #enhypen timestamps #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x female reader #heesung x reader #roommates au #friends to lovers #heesung roommates #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jungwon #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunoo #enhypen ni-ki #enhypen niki

[thenovelartist]

And there was only One Bed - Tears of Themis Headcanons

Premise: There’s only one room left in the hotel, meaning the guys have to be roomies with MC for a night.

Luke

Err… his cheeks are red now.

He’s having to check with MC if she’s okay with it. Not that they had much of a choice.

They take the room, only to discover one bed.

And forget his crush on her; that’s the least of his problems.

He knows she shifts in her sleep.

“You take half and I take half?” MC offers. “Like when we were kids?”

He sighs, lamenting his fate. “I’m so gonna end up on the floor.”

“Sorry.”

When it comes to who showers first: rock, paper, scissors.

He’s the least phased of all the guys by the whole “share one bathroom” situation. They grew up together. They sometimes used to have quick conversations through the bathroom door, normally just a question or two about what they wanted for dinner or if their phone went off and it was their parents.

Which happened this time. “There was a vending machine down stairs. You want anything? And if you mention that diet, I’m getting you two of your favorite candy bars.”

“Just one and only one.”

“You got it.”

(@gavin-plz-call-me once called them the “King and Queen of No Boundaries” and I will never forget it.)

Eventually, Luke makes sure MC’s settled in for bed while he’s planning to stay up a little and figure out tomorrow’s game plan.

Until she literally drags him to bed.

He can’t protest against her.

Contrary to what he thought, he did not end up on the floor.

But it was kinda hard to sleep when the girl of his dreams decided his chest was her new snuggle pillow halfway through the night.

He’ll cave and roll with it. Be selfish just for tonight and hold her there.

Come morning, she apologizes for disrupting him, he dismisses it. And both their cheeks are red.

But it doesn’t phase them. Give it half an hour, they’re back to normal.

(Bonus: “So, kid. Let me get this straight,” Aaron Yishmir started. “You spent the night with her, and you’re still not gonna tell her anything?”

“It wasn’t like that!”

“You’re hopeless.)

Vyn

Well… this is a predicament.

However, they come to some awkward agreement that if it’s the only place to sleep for the night, they’ll take it and figure it out as they go.

However, things only go from bad to worse when they learn there’s only one bed.

There were very few times since becoming an adult that Vyn ever found himself at a loss. And this was one of those times.

“Um… are you comfortable splitting?”

His glasses almost fell off his face at MCs suggestion.

Before he can even think about suggesting to take the chair, MC is putting up a blanket wall. “Like this?”

Er… aha…

Oh geez, this woman…

He caves to that deep, ugly part of him that’s begging “yes” and agrees.

Then comes the new revelation there’s only one bathroom, which rose the question of who was going to shower when.

He just lets her take the first shower while his mind is still storming.

During that time, he realizes this may be the only time he has the privacy to actually record his voice diary.

It’s a total disaster. He’s in mental turmoil and can barely think straight.

But MC is acting normal, meaning he’s got to try to act normal.

Normally, he takes his showers in the morning, but he takes it at night this time just so he can have another moment of privacy to get his thoughts in order.

This is just a practical arrangement. This is just a practical arrangement. This is just a practical arrangement…

Bedtime rolls around, and poor, unsuspecting Vyn believes they are each going to stay on their respective sides of the bed.

However, Author has a headcanon these two both sleep like dead logs.

Morning rolls around, and they’re still both asleep, only they’re totally entangled.

MC wakes up first, laying on top of Vyn.

And when she freaks, flailing and falling off the bed in the process, that’s when Vyn wakes, too.

It was… an interesting morning to say the least.

They come to the agreement to never speak on it again.

(Until a few years down the line after they’re together and can look back on that day with amusement.)

Artem

When the person at the front desk said there was only one room left, Artem about had a heart attack.

He cannot possibly share a room with MC. That’s super improper.

Will call around to any other hotel in the area, but no avail.

MC will literally have to drag this poor man up to the room.

“It will be fine, Artem.”

Except, it wasn’t. There was one bed.

Cue almost heart attack number 2.

He almost left to go sleep in the car. MC had to restrain him.

“We can share right? Like, if we—”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Not even if we put a blanket—”

“No. I’ll sleep in the chair.”

There was no convincing him to sleep anywhere else.

And MC tried.

Eventually, she had to surrender. “Fine. Then do you want the first shower?”

Oh… there was only one bathroom… that they’d be sharing…

Cue almost heart attack number 3.

Will legitimately leave the room while she’s showering. He just feels too awkward and like he’s invading her privacy.

Then bed time rolls around and he’s unable to sleep, so he works on his laptop for the time being.

Ends up pulling an all-nighter, which MC anticipated.

She set an alarm for early in the morning so she could then force him to bed for a few hours.

While he insisted he was fine, he was too tired to protest as she pushed him down into bed. “Sleep, will you. I know you didn’t sleep all night.”

Thought he’d have trouble, but he was so wound up all night over everything that had happened that he’s passed out in fifteen minutes.

And stayed out cold for a few hours.

When they left, MC made sure to thank him for being such a gentleman. She thought it was the least she could do for his troubles.

That, and she quite liked the way his ears and neck turned red.

(Bonus: He hopes Celestine never finds out what happened on that business trip.

But when she finds out curtesy of MC, she will never let him live it down.)

Marius

The moment he finds out there’s only one room, he actually gets super flustered.

And as he does, instantly goes in to deflective Playboy Flirt mode.

“Get your head out of the gutter, you little—”

MC shut that down, real quick.

Most he could do then is just say “It can’t be that bad, right? What’s the worst that could happen?”

Well, apparently only be one bed.

Flustered Marius = Playboy Persona

“That’s it,” MC says. “You take the bed.”

“What? Don’t you wanna share?”

“No.”

“Ouch!”

But really, he wants to find some way to get her to take the bed because he really will feel awful otherwise.

Then comes the single bathroom realization.

“You wanna shower together?”

“Marius, I swear I will kick you out of this room and take the keycard from you.”

“Oh, my feisty Miss Attorney.”

“Miss Attorney will sue you for sexual harassment.”

“Understood.”

He gets to shower first, and then ends up giving her some excuse for leaving the room entirely.

He loves teasing her, but this might be the most he’s ever pushed his luck. And he actually doesn’t want her to hate him, so he’ll give her this space at least.

As for the bed situation…

MC tries to sleep on the couch, but he can’t stand it, so he decides to push his luck and simply carry her to bed.

“I won’t pull anything, I swear.”

“The only reason I’m agreeing is because I know I’ll sleep better here than the couch.”

“See?”

“Marius.”

“I’ll shut up.”

Regrets his decision halfway through the night when Mr. Light Sleeper realizes Ms. Dead Log moves in her sleep.

She was snuggled up against his back, and his heart was going doki doki too hard to even think about going back to sleep.

Eventually, he rolls over and snuggles her, not just because he wants to, but he hopes it will keep her still through the night.

Unfortunately, she was not happy in the morning.

“Can’t we talk about this?”

She kept her face turned away from him the rest of the day, but he knew it was red with blush. “Shut up.”

#tears of themis #luke pierce #vyn richter #artem wing #marius von hagen #headcanons #tears of themis headcanons

[jungkxook]

—out of the blue. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 

��� genre: youtuber/gamer!jungkook + fluff / smut 

⟶ words: 5,204

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: catching your boyfriend bleaching and dyeing his hair for a livestream is definitely not what you expected — but it certainly has its perks.

⟶ warnings: established relationship, some attempt at humour, .2 seconds of sort of sub jungkook (you just like seeing him on his knees), you call jungkook a good boy, shower sex, hair pulling, oral sex, face riding, standing sex, breast play, cum eating, doggy style, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: because blue haired jungkook has me feeling all sorts of things. also dedicating this to the lovely ryen @kithtaehyung​ because blue haired jungkook is getting her too and i hope this helps!! and thank you to the wonderful @gamerkooks​ and @stanrandomthings​ for always giving me inspiration for gamer jungkook <3

“What the hell are you doing?”

Jungkook has less than a second to react when he hears you bursting through the door of his bedroom, a guilty expression plastered on his face as if you’ve caught him in the midst of a much worse act than what he’s already currently doing ━ but the flustered scowl deepening your countenance is enough for him to certainly feel that way, because how else is he supposed to casually explain why he’s currently sitting shirtless in front of a camera?

Admittedly, the sight is odd enough, and there’s a split moment where your incredulous look is enough to make him feel as if he’s wronged you, and your six month long relationship with him, entirely before he remembers that he didn’t actually do anything wrong like cheat on you, but is actually just trying to dye his hair.

He’s sat in his gaming chair, camera and lights set up around him, and the monitor of his desktop all recording his face to the hundreds of thousands of viewers currently watching his livestream. He had told you well in advance about his aim to do a twenty-four hour live broadcast for his subscribers to both raise money for a donation and to countdown to his next subscriber milestone with the help of his friends ━ and had even asked you to help him plan the event, discussing it animatedly with you for the past month on various occasions ━ but mainly just because Jungkook is crazy enough to sit through a twenty-four hour stream and call it fun.

You had known most of how the entirety of the day would go. Starting from noon the previous day to now, almost an hour before the stream ends, thus far he’s done various gameplays from Minecraft to Overwatch to Among Us simultaneously with his friends who had offered to marathon with him the twenty-four hour event; had a period of time in which Jimin and Taehyung were over and cramped in his room to answer questions and talk to viewers but mostly just to create absolute chaos. You had been there for most of it, though you’re still trying to figure out if it’s a blessing or a curse that you were suckered into paying rent for your three bedroom apartment by Taehyung more than a year ago, and subsequently falling madly in love with Jungkook and forcing you to aid in his antics. You’ve been in a handful of his videos before, appearing in Twitch and YouTube streams, and in the background of vlogs in his channel and the channels belonging to the other boys; and, on that day for Jungkook’s twenty-four hour event, you had joined him at the start before being dragged away for work and then tried to pull an all-nighter with him until you crashed on the couch in the living room, and checking in on him occasionally to give him food and water and to just generally make sure your boyfriend isn’t dead.

Now, with the remaining final hour dwindling down, you had been in your room trying to finish last minute essay writing for school, with your phone propped up on your desk and Jungkook’s livestream playing as background noise to your studying. One minute, he had been playing a round of Among Us, and the next, when you had glanced up, he had the bottle in hand and the detrimental blue dye coating his hair in slick globs. It wouldn’t have been so shocking, had you not seen Jungkook an hour ago when he had his natural dark hair still, and now he had somehow managed to sneak in bleaching his hair in the time you had left him. Maybe it was your fault for not catching it sooner, if only because you had sheepishly taken a small nap amidst your studying only to wake up to a nightmare.

Which is where that leaves you currently, dishevelled demeanour standing at the threshold of his door after chasing over to his room, watching as Taehyung helps Jungkook sufficiently ruin his beautiful hair which you love so much.

“Uh… Dyeing my hair?” Jungkook finally answers, dumbfounded. He’s fortunate he had pulled off his shirt to avoid getting hair dye on it, an old towel now draped around his shoulders to catch any excess mess. He adds brightly, “We asked for suggestions on how to end the stream and someone said I should dye my hair, so Tae got the stuff.”

“You bleached your own hair?” You retort, exasperated. “When the hell did all this happen? I’ve been next door to you the whole time! What if your hair falls out? You should’ve gotten a professional to do it, not Tae━”

Taehyung looks inexplicably offended by your slandering remarks on his (lack of) hair styling skills, retorting with, “Yo, what the━?”

Jungkook blinks, as if just being made aware of what he’s actually doing.

“My hair’s gonna fall out?” he gaps. “Guys, what the hell? Why’d no one tell me?”

He looks from you to Taehyung then over at the comments on his livestream which are currently flooding with the sole topic of you. His eyes snag the first few that appear to him in the frenzied influx of words:

uh oh jungkook’s sleeping on the floor tonight

oh shit run bro

f in the chat for jk’s hair

get him y/n!!!!

“Dude, she’s just being dramatic,” Taehyung waves you off. He ducks out of the way when you reach out to Jungkook’s bed for a pillow and chuck it at the older boy’s head.

“And when he’s bald, then what━”

“No!” A helpless Jungkook exclaims suddenly. He gestures wildly to the stream, “Don’t give them ideas. The edits are gonna start pouring in.”

“Jeon, look, it’s too late to go back now,” Taehyung says. “You’ve got half your head covered in dye and three minutes to go with the stream. How bad can it be?”

A groveling sigh eclipses your lips as you push yourself forward. “Then at least let me help before you ruin it completely.”

Jungkook’s fortunate, to say the least, though he’s left wondering if you’re truly upset with him.

He finishes the countdown to the end of his twenty-four hour stream with you and Taehyung putting the last remaining globs of dye on his hair, a heartfelt goodbye to his viewers who marathoned the stream with him, and a promise to update them on the status of his hair when he washes the dye out.

And, just as soon as he’s shut his camera off, the mundane world returns to him.

It’s no longer millions of anonymous and faceless viewers watching him from the other side of their screens in the tiny bubble that is his room, but just you and Taehyung and the older boy’s frisky little Pomeranian dog and the threat of a wallowing regret as Jungkook thinks to himself, what the hell did he truly just do to his hair?

At some point, Taehyung retreats to his girlfriend’s house taking Yeontan with him, leaving you alone with Jungkook and he basks in the sudden cozy quiet after twenty-four hours of madness as the adrenaline rush begins to fade and mellow out. Back aching, joints cracking and popping as he stretches and moves, and eyes burning in the similar way they do from having stared at a screen for too long, but tenfold, he craves nothing more than to find your sweet and comforting touch to end such a long day.

He finds you in the living room already scrolling through your phone and your Twitter feed to read and marvel at all the comments and memes made by his viewers during his stream and his heart threatens to burst through his chest because you’ve always been so supportive of him and his fans, and they’ve always adored you and your endless interactions with them. So, surely, you can’t be mad at him for bleaching and dyeing his hair. Right?

As his arms come to wrap around you from behind, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, he hears you bemoan, “You look like a Smurf came on your head.”

Wrong.

Well, not entirely, he guesses. You do lean into his chest, practically melting against him. A sluggish grin tugs at his lips and, instead, he chooses to ask, “Shower with me?”

“Aren’t you tired, Koo?”

“Baby,” he deadpans, and your heart flutters just a little bit, “by this point, I’m running solely on Red Bull and coffee that I’m positive I could fight the gods with my bare hands and win. In fact, I’ve had so much caffeine that I’m fairly certain I’ve ascended to the astral plane. Besides, I need to wash this dye out, and I could use some help. Sleep can wait.”

“Help,” You snort. “You’re such a liar. I already know what you want.”

“To spend time with my beautiful girlfriend? You’re right.”

“I’m not sucking your dick.”

He pulls his head back to look at you. Though he tries to look offended, there’s the tiniest of smirks on his face. “Wasn’t gonna ask you!”

You turn to properly face him in his arms and shoot him a dubious glance. He leans down to press a chilling kiss to your jaw, then nudges his nose against you in the same spot so that you’ll move your head. You do so, despite your prior scolding, and let him kiss the underside of your jaw down to your neck.

“Okay, fine,” You huff finally.

You relent, miraculously, but Jungkook had already guessed you would the moment he had found you in the living room and he couldn’t be happier.

He cherishes the moments alone with you, has come to know them well as he falls into a comfortable routine with you away from prying eyes over the last few months. Because sometimes, as he comes to learn, it’s hard to establish a relationship when his job requires him to be in the spotlight often. What is authentic and what is simply fabricated for views is difficult to discern, and yet you’re patient with him. Not everything to him is money and views and numbers, or what his next big plan is, or how you could potentially help him in some way (despite knowing that any video featuring you seems to skyrocket his views and land his videos on the trending page of YouTube more often than not because he knows everyone loves you more than him). You know when he’s his online persona and when he’s simply just Jungkook, and while there’s hardly any difference between the two, his online personality surely has to maintain a level of privacy and happiness that may not always be true.

At least with you, he can just be himself. He can finally be at ease.

Showering together is just one of the many acts of normalcy he cherishes with you. So, he turns on the shower and lets the bathroom get all warm and balmy as you undress. He’s the first one inside, hissing in delight as he lets the water run over his sore muscles, washing out the dye in his hair firstly so as not to get it on you and fortunately not making too much of a mess of blue dye in the tub. You’ve joined him in an instant when he’s nearly done, squeezing into the space in front of him as you shut the glass door behind you, the pane already beginning to fog and slick with droplets of condensation. He pulls you into him once more, nestling his chin on your shoulder as his hands come to wrap around you. They slide across your front, all wet and soapy, briefly gliding across your breasts, palms brushing against your nipples before traveling down to your navel.

“Congrats, baby,” You coo gently. “Twenty-four hours.”

He murmurs into your hair, “Missed you loads though.”

You turn to look at him finally, and it’s hard not to stare. Your eyes land firstly on his abdomen and the toned muscles there, trailing up to his arm and the pretty tattoos that decorate every inch of his skin, to his soft pink lips and his big eyes. Then, there’s the matter of his hair. The water has done most of the work in washing out the dye from his hair, now falling across his forehead and into his eyes and cheekbones, and it’s only then that you fully register the dye has worked as you struggle to find any remnants of his once-ebony-then-blonde locks. The blue hair is an obvious stark contrast to his natural hair and, you think, it is pretty, accentuating his radiant skin and making his eyes pop.

“I didn’t think you were actually serious all those times you said you wanted to change your hair.” Your lips are pursed as you survey him now, your fingers twirling a strand of his tresses around and around as you inspect it.

He smiles, catching your hand and pressing a quick peck to your knuckles. “Neither did I,” he admits sheepishly. “It sort of just happened.”

You pout. “I’m gonna miss your natural hair.”

“Do you really hate it blue?”

“I don’t hate it. Was more scared you’d ruin your pretty hair and make it all fall out.”

At this, Jungkook flashes you a cheeky smile. He holds his head a little higher. “So you still think my hair is pretty?”

“I think you’re a dork,” You clarify. “And, aside from the fact you almost gave me a heart attack, I’d say the blue is so pretty. Beyond pretty. Kinda hot, if I’m being honest.”

Because you’re not really mad, but it’s fun just to tease Jungkook and see his reactions. At the very least, he can sense this, as it’s apparent with the way his smile stretches even wider on his face.

“Hot, huh?”

“Mhm. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

He feigns a look of mock hurt. “Oh no. You must be really mad. Want me to make it up to you?”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“Well, what do you want from me?”

You take a moment to think it over, but the answer is already obvious enough. It’s one that even he knows, and one that has won you over the moment Jungkook was freed from his stream. You hum aloud, “You, on your knees, head between my legs, like a good boy. Think I can get a better viewpoint of your hair from down there anyway before I judge it.”

“Like a good boy?” A dark smirk tugs at his face. “So now who’s the needy one?”

He lowers his head so that he’s leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses down your neck to your collarbones. As you let yourself get carried away for a moment, you wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him backwards until you’re pressed up against the glass door. He ducks even lower, kissing just above your left breast and then catching your nipple between his teeth. You swallow thickly, rubbing your thighs together, reminding yourself to respond to him.

“It’s not my fault when you were busy for the past day,” You pout. “And the blue hair really is sexy.”

“Aha!” he straightens up in front of you suddenly, a crooked smug smile on his face. “So I’m not just hot. I’m sexy.”

“You’re literally always sexy. And beautiful too. It’s almost unfair.”

“That’s even better.”

You tug your fingers at his damp locks. When you speak, your voice is a mix between urgency and a whine. “Jungkook. I could’ve already gotten off with my hand at this point.”

“Ouch, feisty!” He pokes his fingers at your sides. Then, nipping a little more firmly on the soft skin of your breast, murmurs huskily, “Alright, alright. But only if you call me a good boy again.”

Part of him is taunting you, but there’s a small sliver of intrigue that makes the thought in his head and the pretty words on your tongue excite him to no end.

Still, you choose to entertain him, maybe a little drowsily and entirely consumed by him, “I will if you let me ride your face.”

A rumble of a chuckle resonates from him. You find him on his knees in the next moment, wedging himself between your thighs. He nudges one of your legs and you follow the wordless command, hitching one thigh over his shoulder as you settle back against the glass door of the shower. He kisses at your hips as he dips his head lower and lower to where you want him, before swiping his tongue at your cunt, tasting all of you at once.

“Mmm, Koo━” A soft whimper sounds from you, making his head swim.

He wastes no time in lapping at your folds, tongue delving into you deeper and deeper as he cranes his neck. The wetness that pools between your legs and on the tip of his tongue is a sticky mess that he basks in just a little longer.

“Fuck,” he groans into your pussy, “you taste so fucking good. Missed this so much.”

His hands are big as they come to hold you close, cradling your ass, your thighs, your hips, anything to pull you into him while simultaneously pushing your thighs further apart.

You manage to find your voice and quip weakly, “Missed me or having your head between my legs?”

“You, definitely,” he murmurs. He busies himself by reaching out with his thumb to press circles against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, hips rutting into his face. “All of you.”

“Jungkook━ Fuck━”

He burrows further into you, humming in response. His nose brushes against your clit, the muscle of his tongue a pleasant wet that makes you warm all over. You give another experimental swivel of your hips, grinding against his tongue just right. He pinches at your hips as if to probe you onward, and then you do it again, and again, desperately rocking your hips back and forth against him. Your fingers reach out to grab a fistful of his hair, clutching it so tightly he hisses. But you’re right. The blue locks look dazzling between your legs, being pulled by your hands as you push him further into you.

His eyes meet yours from below your waist, hooded and idle, enjoying the view as you squirm and writhe above him, shamelessly riding his face. Grinding against his chin, nose, and tongue, the slick wetness you leave behind glistens on his skin.

“Ah, Koo━” You cry out. “Fuck, I’m gonna━!”

Your orgasm hits you violently, sending you keeling. Your hips continue with reckless abandon, and Jungkook presses his finger against your clit a little harder, a little faster. The abrupt gushing warmth between your thighs sends your mind spinning, as the steam from the shower and your panting breaths begin to fog the bathroom. When your hips begin to slow, Jungkook laps at the rest of your leaking core before pulling away with a grin brandishing his shimmering face. He lets you pull him up eagerly, clumsy hands fumbling to hold either side of his face as you tug at him.

“God, you’re so hot, babe,” he sighs wistfully, smothering your lips with his for an all too chaste kiss, before leaning in once more to nibble at your lower lip.

“Wanna feel you, Koo,” You prompt urgently. “Want you in me.”

Jungkook hastens to comply, his hands falling to your waist. “Go on, then. Turn around for me.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You spin so that you’re facing the glass sliding door, your back to him. You watch him over your shoulder, momentarily admiring his well built stature, the tattoos that ink his body, and the water that shimmers on his skin. He has to push his wet hair up and away when it falls across his forehead and then he reaches down to grasp at his length, grip tight around his shaft so that he can pump himself sluggishly a few short times. It’s almost painful to watch him jerk himself off in front of you, the tip a burning red and glistening. He catches you staring and decides to catch you off guard when he grabs a hold of your hips with one hand. He yanks you towards him, your ass pressed firmly against his hips, making you jump from the startle, and grins when you look back at him.

Then, ever so slowly, he runs the length of his cock along your folds. Before you can brace yourself for the overwhelming rush of pleasure, he’s sliding his cock past your folds, burrowing into you deep. He curses behind you, his other hand flying out to steady himself by digging into your hip.

“Fffuck. Shit.” He dips his head so that his cheek is resting against your shoulder and sputters for air. “Jesus, fuck━ Been dying to feel you all day.”

He fits so snugly in you, so perfectly, just like always and you take him so well, coaxed by your own arousal. He ruts his hips forward into yours and you nearly fall forward before catching yourself by pressing your palms to the glass. Then, he’s grinding against you, small and precise thrusts that roll into your hips.

“Mmm, Jungkook,” you choke out. “You feel so━ So good.”

“Ah, shit,” he hisses. “Wanna wreck you so bad.”

He angles his chest a little more, pummels his dick into you in such a way that he’s hitting a different spot in you. His eyes stay fixated on the soft, round flesh of your ass and the way his cock slips so easily into you, brows screwed in concentration, jaw clenched. The slight bounce of your ass each time he rolls his hips firmly against you, the way you ricochet forward each time in tandem with his moves. You bow your head, pressing your temple against the glass door now tinted with condensation, only marked up by the imprints of your fingers grasping at anything. It’s almost sweltering hot in the shower now but you both pay no mind to it. He fucks into you with such languid, steady strides, cock beginning to throb and twitch in anticipation. You feel so wet, such a pitiless mess between your thighs already that it makes him growl.

“H-Harder,” You mewl. “Oh, Koo━”

He almost slips behind you in his eagerness to obey, awakening something animalistic in him, a yearning to just release all the tension in his core. This time, he adapts a measured pace, forceful thrusts that have you crying out in delight each time. One hand reaches up to grip at your shoulder to steady himself while his other slithers around your front to grasp at your breasts, all wet and supple, pinching at your nipples.

“So good,” he moans, pressing sloppy kisses just below your ear. His breath is hot as he pants behind you, sending tingles down your spine. “Fuck━”

His voice is cut off by a whine, hips bucking forward in an unsolicited manner as he feels his high drawing near. You lean your head onto his shoulder, stretching your arm out so that you can tug desperately at his hair. It’s a silent, simple command, but it’s one that he immediately understands even without you speaking.

“Wanna feel you━” You whimper. “Wanna see you.”

Jungkook nearly slips as he fumbles to pull out of you, hissing at the loss of warmth and friction. As soon as you’ve turned to face him, he wastes no time in closing the distance between you. He pushes his leaking cock past your folds once more and continues at the same pace as if he had never even stopped to begin with.

“Fuck,” he whines. “Not gonna last━”

You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him even closer to you, as he presses you against the glass. He hitches one of your thighs around his waist, spreading your legs just wide enough to hit a certain spot that has both of you crying out. You’re clinging so tightly to him, fingers digging harshly into his skin in an attempt to alleviate the building pressure you feel. He knows you’ve almost reached your end when you resort to a gasping, moaning mess, writhing beneath his broad stature.

“Close, baby?” he hums.

You open your mouth to respond but can only muster a whimper. His pace treads over to heedlessly frantic, the sound of skin against skin and the lewd wetness filling the shower. Despite his hips pounding into yours so harshly, his fingers flutter so delicately under your chin, grasping it and moving your head just enough so that you’re facing him.

“Lemme see you,” he grunts. “Wanna watch you when you cum all over my cock. Always so pretty.”

“I━ I’m━ Fuck, Koo━”

But you can’t finish your thought.

You keep your gaze fixated on Jungkook’s, however exhausted and weary it may be. Your lashes flutter, brows knit together, and you suck your lower lip between your teeth, biting so hard Jungkook’s certain you’ll bruise it. Another few hard thrusts and then you’re reaching your high, overcome by such an intense burning that you can’t help but look away out of instinct. You cry his name, face contorting in pure pleasure, and chest arching to meet his. You’re clenching so tightly around him has him sputtering for air, nearly collapsing entirely against you. You’re near dripping around his cock which only means he almost slips from you with each draw of his hips that he makes. It’s why he sloppily rocks his hips into yours, desperate to reach his own high as well.

When you return to your senses, blinking away your blurry vision, you can make out Jungkook cooing into your ear, “That’s it, baby. Doing so well.”

You meet his gaze once more, only this time you’re perhaps even more tired. Hooded eyes watch him, silently probing him to his climax. He comes tumbling towards it, a few more short thrusts of his hips and, finally, he’s there. He slams his hips up into yours one final time, crying out, and then he’s releasing into you in an overwhelming abrupt gush. Only he can’t quite enjoy it because, out of genuine accident and driven by impatience to just get off, the last jerk of his hips hits you a little too hard.

It’s what causes you to slip backward and he, so lost in his own reverie, hardly has a proper grip on you or where he’s standing. When you lose your footing beneath you, slipping on the wet porcelain of the tub, and comes crashing down, he’s brought along with you. “Oh, fuck━!”

The both of you yelp from the surprise, your hands flailing out to brace yourself for the fall.

Fortunately, you land on him when you reach the bottom of the tub, courtesy of him grabbing onto you last second so that he can soften the blow upon impact.

Unfortunately, the breath is knocked out of him from the startle and from the sudden added weight of you on top of him with no warning.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he groans.

“In hindsight,” You wince as you shift your weight above him, “maybe having sex in the shower again wasn’t the greatest idea. Remember last time when we knocked the shower curtain down and I had to get stitches on my elbow? It’s why we got the glass door installed, and then we had to lie to Tae about it.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He tilts his head back, rubbing a hand over his face. Then, he flashes you an all too charming smirk. “Was kinda worth it though.”

You giggle, sounding so sweet and angelic, even despite the way his cum still leaks from you. Somewhere in the fall, his dick had slipped from you and now lays softening on his stomach which, really, is probably the worst part of the accident to him. He already misses the warmth of you wrapped around him, your mingling cum a dirty mess around him. You prop yourself up on his chest with your palms, but before you can even think to respond, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

A small mass of fur in the shape of little Yeontan has just poked his head through the crack in the door, oblivious to you and Jungkook’s compromising position. And then, shortly following behind him, is his equally oblivious owner who must have forgotten something in the apartment to bring him back so suddenly.

“Tannie, get back here━ We gotta go━ Oh, Jesus, what the fuck?” Taehyung appears at the door for a millisecond before noticing the situation he’s just stumbled upon. Thankfully, he acts fast, and clamps a hand over his tainted eyes, clumsily scooping up Yeontan in his other hand. “Can you guys please stop fucking all over this damn apartment? My son’s eyes are too pure for this!”

And then he’s retreating, but not before bumping blindly into the doorframe, grumbling along the way. It’s silent for a moment as you and Jungkook gawk at one another; then you hear Taehyung leave the apartment once more, and the both of you dissolve into a fit of unabashed laughter.

“Are you okay?” You ask once you’ve calmed down enough as he reaches out to shut the shower off. You plant a kiss in your boyfriend’s hair. “You hit your head coming down.”

Jungkook’s heart swells at your gentle touches and smiles. “I’m fine,” he promises brightly. “You?”

“Well, you did just thoroughly fuck me, so━” You shrug innocently. “I’m kinda still too giddy to even care.”

“I’m gonna make it up to you,” he says. “For almost giving you a heart attack with my hair and for almost putting you in the emergency room again just now.”

The mention of his hair draws your attention to it once more. It’s not as wet as before, damp azure waves falling into his eyes that you brush away gingerly.

“Yeah,” You snort, “but I’ve decided I like your hair. Like, really like it.”

“Yeah?” he grins wide. “What was the deciding factor?”

You pause, as if to think for a moment. Exhaustion riddles your body and you know sleeping curled up next to Jungkook is nearing your future, but for now you let yourself entertain the last remnants of whatever lewd thoughts are still on yours and his minds before they fizzle away completely. You can’t help yourself anyway. The blue really is nice.

“Definitely the view of you eating me out,” You say. “And can’t forget how pretty it looks when I’m pulling at your hair.”

“Say no more,” he beams. “Then I’ll make it up to you by making you cum on my tongue again and again and again.”

The last thing he hears before he grabs at your cheek to softly pull you down to him for one last kiss, slow and ardent, is a bubbly giggle from you that delights him to no end.

“That’s a good boy.”

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