and now it is 4am again

and i know you’re not in love with me, at least not anymore. there once was a time where a blind man could see how much you loved me, now it’s been months since anything more than a goodnight i love you has passed through your lips. i know you’re not in love with me anymore and i pray to god every night that one day you will fall again.
—  if there’s a god he left a long time go because i keep calling and all i get is the answering machine// 4am

The night starts with a big, spicy Philly cheese steak. It’s about 6pm. I’ve been wanting to try the cheese steak from this corny, 50’s retro place for a long time. I gobble down the big greasy bowl of meat, hot sauce, and cheese, then head to the coffee shop for my weekly draw group. A little after I get home, about 10pm, a stomach ache comes on. “Damn, guess spicy foods are out.” I’ve been getting stomach aches every time I have spicy Thai or hot wings. I google search about spice pain- possible stomach ulcer? “I guess I have been stressed lately, but no more than usual I don’t think…” File under “Will investigate further later.“ According to the comments on this health website, a glass of milk will help. Gulp one down, go to bed.

Wrestle to sleep for about an hour. Realize the ache is just over the required pain threshold to keep you from sleeping. Do some work on my comic, more tired, but stomach worse. Will play batman until I fall asleep. I feel like I’m just running in circles… How many times have I failed this mission? Batman, batman, stomach now hurts too bad to enjoy an active task like video games. Deliriously tired. Would be great to sleep through the rest of this abdominal temper tantrum. Try the old “hot shower will make you sleep” trick. Take some Pepto-Bismol, and some generic acetaminophen. Out of the shower, hurts to walk around now, and to lie down. Guess I’ll have to wait it out with my eyes open. Call and leave my Doc a message, maybe will get a spot in there tomorrow. Need to get that ulcer discovered… Time to enjoy a passive task like watching TV. Breaking Bad feels like the right mixture of funny and painful, just like me and my burning spice belly. Damn, I can’t even enjoy that part where during Hank’s interrogation of that meth head, Wendy, she accuses Hank of trying to buy sexual services from her on behalf of an underage “football player” (a misunderstanding involving Walter Jr. from a few episodes before). Oh hell. Time to look up what time emergency medical clinics open. Guess I’ll have to pay out of pocket since I can’t wait for my Doc tomorrow.  It’s about 4am now. Earliest clinic opens at 8. Now hungry again, but can’t eat what with all the pain. One hour down. Man, this is really starting to hurt. Can I really wait 3 more hours? Sitting is starting to hurt as much as lying and standing. And I’m still not enjoying TV. Okay, I’ve come to a decision…. 

“Hey, Kayla, my stomach still hurts, I’m thinking about driving to the ER, do you wanna come?” “Oh! Ya, sure. What time is it?” “It’s 5:30”. I  call the hospital “Hey, I’ve had a pretty bad stomach ache all night, I’m thinking of coming by.” Operator: *long pause* “Haha, well, okay! We’re open all night, so just come on in.” 

Driving with a stomach ache is not so bad, because you’re already hunched over. Wish Kayla could drive, but she doesn’t really know how, probably would have a panic attack and would definitely crash. Interesting that they have ER parking, I wonder how many ER patients drive themselves here… All bodily positions hurt my insides now, signing in to this place sucks. Give Kayla half the paperwork to fill out, glad she’s here, or this would be really boring. Man, they sure take a long time for someone trying to get into an empty emergency room… Signing in with a nurse, she ask me my height and I say “ ‘5’’8”, but I notice she puts down “ ‘5’’7”… They want to look at my pee, they always want to see my pee. I pee, no blood, so whatever that tells them means I’m getting an ultrasound first. Then a young nurse named Ken, a cool Asian dude with screws through both ears, squirts so much morphine into my IV that I lean back and audibly say “oh my god.” I feel it ripple like a shock wave from my arm down to the ends of my body. My belly is feeling alright now. 

The ultrasound technician tells me that babies are the least common thing she uses ultrasounds for. My joke has fallen flat. Back in the room, the doctor and his manila folder tell me “Good news! No gallstones, there are kidney stones inside your kidneys, but since they are inside, you shouldn’t be feeling the pain from those.” “Wait, does that mean I have to pee those stones out at some poin–” It is not discussed again. Seeing that neither organ has the appropriate stones, Doc would “rather not expose me to more radiation than necessary” and is working on discharging me. But, “I won’t leave here without a diagnosis.” 

In I go to the CT scan tube. That hot squish of contrast dye spreading through my veins. “Okay, we’re moving you into a room upstairs.” Says a hippy technician. Upstairs in my sweet and swanky single with couch, a person I’m pretty sure is just a businessman disguised in medical scrubs types on a computer. He takes down my answers to what seem like pre-surgery questions. “Do you have anybody specific on file in the event you are medically unable to yield consent  for yourself?” This, combined fact that they won’t feed me, makes me wonder what it is I’m going into surgery for. I saw this same thing about a year and a half ago with the whole brain debacle, but that’s a story for another time. Several medical people dip in, sprinkle breadcrumbs of information; it’s like a game show challenge that combines a scavenger hunt with a jigsaw puzzle. You have to gather the pieces of information from their hiding places, then assemble them in the correct order to reveal an answer. A tech comes in and spoils the game, “You seem to have a lot of questions, so I just want to make sure, you know you have appendicitis right? We’re about to take it out.” “Thank god,” I think. “It’s not the spicy foods. Spicy foods are still in.” Downstairs, in pre-op, I complain to my plain-clothes surgeon about how analog tests like pressing on my stomach are remarkably inaccurate, since a doctor’s subjective interpretation of my poor description of say, “the pain is slightly higher” can rule out appendicitis, the same appendicitis that a machine might spot an hour later. I tell him that I almost got sent home. My surgeon tells me he’s been doing analogue tests for 30 years, and not to worry about it. I start to tell him how “my deadpan reaction to pain also causes a lot of people to misdiagnose me, that a lot of people laugh when I describe how I’m in pai–”, but he walks away in the middle to get dressed for surgery. The operating room has big TVs and lights, it looks like a set, and I consider the possibility of fake hospitals as the anesthesia takes the wheel.

In the recovery area, the nurse tells me how big, inflamed appendixes can be agitated by spicy foods, foods high in fat, and dense foods like heavy cheese. I see an image of a spotlit cheese steak appear in a black void. Nurse feeds me ice chips and tells me she craves ice chips when she’s dehydrated. I suggest that she only craves ice chips because she works in a hospital, that ice chips are too unsatisfying a thing to crave at random, and that most people would just crave water. She agrees. Back upstairs in my room, it is now 8pm, and it has been 26 hours since I’ve eaten. I’ve been hydrated only through IV’s. The driest mouth and the clearest pee. Because the lingering anesthetic can cause nausea and vomiting, they will only give me jello. I go nuts on the jello. They continue to give me every jello I ask for, one at a time, like a test. Way past where I though the cutoff point would be, the nurse tells me “That’s it! There’s no more jello! You ate all the jello on this floor.” You’re damn right I did, you’re damn right….

Having just finished my Sense8 season 2 binge I need to gush, so here are some of my favourite moments in no particular order

  • Min-Jung impaling a motherfucker, and then leaving the prison with Sun
  • The look on the journalist bitch’s face when Lito was the most gracefully spoken human being on the planet
  • 58 MINUTES!!!
  • Riley’s dad playing Secret Agent Man on the ukulele
  • Amanita: “Did you come up with that yourself, just now?”
    The Guy: “Nah there’s an app for it”
  • Lito: “There’s just something about him”
    Riley’s ex: “Yeah, those movies are kinda cheesy”
    Lito: “I change my mind I don’t trust him”
  • The whole bus cheering when Capheus and Zakia kissed
  • Her dog whimpers when she’s gone and watches the gate hoping she’ll walk through, I’m not ok
  • FUCKING WOLFGANG’S GRIN WHEN NOMI “THREATENED” HER NEW BROTHER IN LAW DURING THE SPEECH AND THE OH SHIT SHE’S SERIOUS LOOK IN THE DUDES EYES
  • WOLFGANG’S GRIN WHEN LITO WAS STANDING UP FOR DANI
  • WOLFGANG BOGDANOW’S FUCKING GRIN
  • Depressed Lito just showing up when Sun and Nomi were talking
  • Sun demanding Depressed Lito stop crying but then cuddling a pillow with him
  • “I think the fact that we all fit in the tub makes it ours.”
  • Mr Hoy drinking Irn Bru is just very important to the Scottish part of me ok?
  • “That’s the first time he called me daughter”
  • Detective Mun and the cemetry fight
  • NOMINITA ARE ENGAGED!
  • Kala venting to Will about Lila
  • Kala threatening Lila
  • Kala blowing up a fucking car
  • “My sister’s a fucking terminator”
  • Riley and Lito screaming in the art museum
  • Will every time he fooled Whispers.
  • Will punching Whispers in the fucking face
  • Transphobic groomsman: says transphobic shit
    Sun: Did he just say what I think he said? Do you want me to hurt him?
  • Nomi: Well maybe just a little
  • Ah but England has great tea…. I watch a lot of movies….
  • “I think I just caught the sense8 equivilant of an STD”

There are probably a lot more things that I’ll think of later, and I’ll probably gush about some of these indivual points again too, but now it’s almost 4am and I need sleep.

People should totally feel free to add stuff to this though

allirica  asked:

sterek + "why are you knocking on my door at 4am"

GOD BLESS YOU <3 

Stiles awakes with a start, his heart pounding almost as loud as the person who is pounding at his door.

“Coming,” he mumbles, not even thinking that hey maybe he shouldn’t be answering his door in the middle of the night? That’s how scary movies start, isn’t it?

Well, it’s too late because he is already opening his apartment door to find Derek standing there with his blue eyes glowing.

“Dude,” is all Stiles can muster. He glances down at his smart watch and sees the time. “Why are you knocking on my door at 4am?”

Derek takes a deep breath, trying to control himself, but now hair is sprouting from his cheeks, and Stiles can’t have any of his neighbors see, so he grabs Derek’s arm and pulls him into the apartment.

“What’s going on?” Stiles asks. It’s been relatively quiet for Stiles since he moved to New York, and it’s not unusual for Derek to be in his apartment but at 4am? That’s a bit unusual. It has Stiles’ anxiety spiked.

Derek shakes his head. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“Dude,” Stiles says again, squeezing Derek’s arm where he still has a hold on it. “Talk to me.”

Derek takes another deep breath and the hair on his cheeks begins to disappear. “I got a whiff of a scent,” Derek finally says.

This puts Stiles on alert. “What scent? Do we know what we’re fighting yet? I can get my baseball bat.”

Before Stiles even takes a step back, Derek is grabbing his hand and keeping him where he is. “It was nothing. Probably. I caught a whiff of Kate’s perfume.”

Stiles stops breathing as he stares at Derek, who won’t look back at him. Derek’s shoulders are hunched, his head ducked. There’s an overwhelming urge to protect Derek in Stiles, and the first thing he can think to do is hug Derek. So he does.

He holds on tight, putting a hand on the back of his neck. Derek buries his face in Stiles’ neck and takes a deep breath.

“Thank you,” Derek whispers.

“Anytime,” Stiles tells him, and he means it.

02. we don’t talk anymore

Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, BestFriends!AU, Artist!Jeon

Ever since he had seen you play the piano for your music class, he’d been inspired by the complete look of tranquility that conquered your features as your fingered danced across the keyboard. He had made that tranquility his soul purpose of drawing. He dreamt of capturing that expression and gifting it to you.

Late nights, he was used to.

Sleepless nights, he was also used to.

But missing you was something he was not.  

These feelings were something completely foreign to him. As Jungkook tossed and turned every night, thoughts of you with him invaded his mind suffocating him. As he sat in his bedroom alone, his eyes frantically searched the room desperately trying to find traces of you. However, his effort was pathetic, it had been months since you’d been in here. Months since you’d seen him and months since he’d seen you. One would say he could always browse your Instagram or Facebook to see you but that was his biggest dread. Fear gripped him by the throat at the thought of stumbling upon a picture of you with him on any of his social networks. 

Jungkook glanced at his alarm clock, the glowing numbers letting him know it was just past 3am. The ungodly hour, you would call it. He smirked to himself remembering how you’d told him this was Satan’s time to lurk and if he was ever up he should go straight back to sleep or call you so you could sing him back to sleep. However, that never happened. It was always him who would sing you to sleep then he’d fall asleep himself to the sound of your soft breaths, wishing he was holding on to you instead of the electronic device.

He glanced at his phone which rested on his bedside table. It had been untouched and utterly dead for days. No one contacted him after you and he didn’t want to contact anyone but you. You were—are his everything. He reluctantly plugged his phone into the charging port. He should probably contact his family, let them know at least through text that was he was fine. His family were used to silence from him, he was an artist. When he was inspired, he would spend weeks attempting to finish his work in complete seclusion, all distracts turned off or turned away. Everyone was evicted from his work space, except you.

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I finally watched Wonder Woman...

and honestly, it’d be too much to explain how much I loved it and how I felt about it. 

But like, 

It Was Incredible And I Loved It. 

I legit wanted to cry half the time because I was literally just so happy. 

Like, Diana 

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Antiope 

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the rest of the Amazons 

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Steve

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 Sammy (Sameer)

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Charlie 

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Chief

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Just all of them. 

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I can’t. 

This movie was too amazing. 

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I think I’m in love. 

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#100 and space? Love your art!!

sleeping is for losers

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Wet

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Description: Shower sex literally doesn’t work but this is fiction so hey, no one dies here. 

Warning: Porn with a plot??

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As Yuta opened his eyes, the room was still dark, his eyes having to adjust to the lack of light. Knowing full well it was way to early to actually be getting up, he blindly swept his hand over the cold sheets, in search of his phone that was usually tucked beneath his pillow, but more often than not, got moved around in his sleep. Finally finding it, nearly at the edge of the bed and at risk of falling off, Yuta switched it on, immediately wincing at the bright light assaulting his eyes. Blinking to return his vision, Yuta was more than pleased to see it was only 4AM, not even close to morning. Grinning to himself, he tossed his phone to the side and buried back in the covers, before the suddenly realization hit him and his eyes flashed open again. Where’s Y/N?
It didn’t occur to him that you’d slept over, and were now no longer in his bed, until now. Mind awake, Yuta flung the bedding off of him, and sprung out of bed, flicking the bedroom light on. Your phone and shoes were still in his room, you couldn’t be far. And with that, Yuta went on his ‘quest’ to find his missing lover. 
More times than he could count, he’d found you in the living room, quietly watching a show you were previously watching before bed. And you’d leave to watch in the other room, so you wouldn’t wake Yuta. Or he’s catch you sneaking secret hot chocolate at 2AM in his kitchen, trying your hardest to not make noise despite getting distracted, and always missing the countdown on the microwave. 
Though, when he checked both places, Yuta found you in neither. Now, he panicked. Knowing full well you had to still be in the apartment, he couldn’t help but scramble from room to room. even checking closets just in case, to find you. Yuta was on the verge of just calling the cops, for whatever reason, before he passed his old roommate’s door and heard the water running.
Of course, I’m an idiot. Yuta mentally smacked himself. Y/N’s showering, I’m actually an idiot, wow.
It completely slipped his mind, that after his roommate had moved out, leaving the apartment completely to Yuta, that he’d taken to using the other shower. When he moved in, his roommate already had the apartment, so of course he took the better room and bath. So without his old friend here, Yuta planned to move in to the bigger room. But then, he was too lazy to move everything, and decided to just use the better shower since he wasn’t planning on filling the spare room.
Pushing the door open, sure enough, he found your clothes laid out on the desk left in the spare room, and the bathroom door barely closed. 
“Y/N?” Yuta called, pausing as the door, not wanting to spook you by just slamming the door open and end up in the ER before morning. 
“Yeah?” You hummed back, continuing to enjoy the steam and heat built up in the warm shower, as opposed to the now cooler rooms thanks to autumn arriving. 
“You okay?” Yuta asked, pushing the door open and getting hit with the muggy air built up in the tiled room. “It’s 4am? What are you doing up so early?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” You shrugged, watching his silhouette through the class panel walking over to sit on the toilet as you showered. “It’s too cold, and you haven’t gotten the heat fixed, have you?”
He was quiet and you snickered at whatever excuse he was going to make for being lazy this time. 
“I was going to! I promise!” Yuta swore, his voice immediately got higher as he tried to lie and be innocent. 
“But?” You asked mockingly. Hearing the usually so put together, and confident man trip over himself at your accusation was too good. It’s one of the perks of being his, only you get to see him this way. 
“But-!” Yuta sighed, and gave up, slouching against the porcelain, “It was cold yesterday…I didn’t want to go out…”
“And now it’s cold inside.” You replied, rinsing your hair. “So, how are you going to fix this?”
“Why do I have to do it?” Yuta whined, sinking lower against his seat. “You basically live here too! And you work right down the street from the heating thing! Can’t I just give you money or something and you do it?”
“Yeah, you could.” You nodded to yourself, agreeing. “Why didn’t you think of that yesterday?”
“You know I was distracted.” Yuta scowled. 
“Mhmm, I’m sure you were. Distracted by what?”
“That fucking skirt you wore to dinner,” Yuta growled, “You know that one’s my favorite!”

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Late-Night Escape

I just wanted to write some smooches and play with that headcanon of mine that Hanzo just likes kissing a lot  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The room is dark, lit only by the gentle glow of the TV on the far wall. The clock next to it says 3:02 AM. There is a movie playing on the television screen, its sound dimmed to a low murmur, but Hanzo has long since lost track of the plot. His eyes are heavy with drowsiness, but he can’t bring himself to get to his feet and go back to bed.

Beside him, McCree sits, gazing absently toward the TV but looking likewise unfocused. His head is propped in his hand, his body turned toward Hanzo but attention elsewhere. Between them, their hands are joined and resting on the couch, and McCree’s thumb strokes idly over Hanzo’s skin. McCree had been too on-edge, too raw from his own nightmares when he stumbled into the rec room to handle any other contact, but they had both needed that grounding touch. For Hanzo, it is not quite enough, but he will not push McCree’s boundaries.

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I’ve only been in laos for 6 hours but I’m already in love with this place

We’re in the “city” for the first three nights but it feels so much more quaint and genuine than the city that we briefly stayed in in thailand. Our hostel backs up to a river surrounded by palm trees and the whole area is stunning. Tonight we went to the night market which was incredible- so many creative options and the exchange rate is killer so everything is roughly 5 dollars or less in US currency. The streets have twinkly lights and they are lined with open air bookshops and smoothie stands. Thailand was new and exciting but Laos feels like home

anonymous asked:

Could you please do Number 1 with yoongi?

PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME (YOONGI ANGST)

{Y/N breaks up with Yoongi in the middle of the night, but why?}

I took in a deep breath and held it for as long as I could. If I let go of my breath I would surely lose my composure. I let of of my breath when it was too much to bear and leaned against the wall, sliding down slowly. I tucked my head into my knees, trying to soothe the ever throb in my head. I wanted it all to stop, I wanted to stop hearing his voice. I wanted to stop picturing his face, devastated, hurt, betrayed. “Make it stop. Make it stop. I don’t. I don’t love him.” After minutes of talking myself down from the threatening anxiety, I feel like I’m ready to do this. I stand up and trudge up the stair well to his apartment.

i reach the door. My clammy hands pound on the door ruffly. A minute later, a groggy Yoongi opens his door, startled and rubbing his eyes. I almost forgot it was practically 4am. “Y/N?” He says gruffly. “What are you doing here? Come in babe, is everything all right.” He reaches out to pull me inside but I instinctually step back, out of his reach. “No. It’s not fine. I need to talk to you.” I say, bitting the inside of my lip a bit to keep it from quivering. Yoongi looks at me now, his attention peaked. “What’s wrong?” he asks, stepping towards me again. I step back and I imagine the look of hurt in his eyes with my own glued to the floor. “I was sitting on my bed tonight, going through pictures of us. I saw our trip to the island. The first say we met when I asked for a photo with you. I saw that photo we took at my family reunion in January. When I was looking at the photos, I realized that I don’t love you. I saw it in this one specific photo. We were at the grocery store, a frickin grocery store and I’m pushing the cart and you’re picking up a box of cereal and asking me if we should get that one and Cameron is talking the photo. The picture is so ordinary in setting and shot but the way you look at me in that photo- You just, you’re looking at me like I’m art. Which I’m not. I’m far from it. But you, it’s like you see me as something I’m not. You’re eyes were narrowed and you are barely smiling but there’s just this energy flowing off of you towards met hat i can feel even through my stupid screen. Were in a fucking grocery store buying cereal! I look like a mess, my hairs in a bun with a bandana and I’m wearing some stupid baggy band shirt but you’re still looking at me like I’m a brand new world!” I take a breath and look up at Yoongi to see that he is staring at me just the way he did in the photo. “I don’t understand, Y/N.” He whispers.

“I don’t love you the way you love me. I don’t know what love is and I’m not ready to find out.” 

Yoongi runs his hands through his hair, rolling his neck. “Y/N you aren’t making any sense. Love is us. It’s literally us! You and me, we,” Yoongi hold me by my arms, searching my eyes for any form of doubt. “It’s when you say my name, Y/N. When I feel your presence and when, when. God, Y/N. I don’t understand where this is coming from. Please don’t leave me.” Yoongi is blinking rapidly, trying to hold back the gleam in his eyes threatening to spill. I shake my head stonily. “No, Yoongi. I’m sorry but, this just doesn’t feel right anymore. I feel like I’m forcing myself to feel things that don’t come naturally for me. I’ve been feeling like this for a while. I din’t know what it was but now I know, I don’t love you.” I look deeply into his eyes as I say this.  Yoongi instantly drops his hands from my arms and lets me go. He nods his head, butting his lip so hard it looks like he is smiling. He shakes his head, putting his hands on his hips and walks back into his apartment shutting the door. 

Only when I’m out of the building do I allow myself to cry. I’m in so much pain it hurts to breathe, to think. I get inside the black car waiting outside for me and am greeted by the woman.

“You did the right thing Y/N.” She says, looking at me through the rear-view mirror. “I told you, you’re an anchor on Yoongi’s sail. If he wants to make it in this business. Publicity is everything, he’s gotta have the right people beside him.” I nod my head in understanding. 

“There’s ten thousand in the envelope next to you. Take it.” She says. I scoff, wiping my tears. “I didn’t do this for money, I did this to protect him and you know that. I’ll be leaving now, you won’t have to see me ever again. Unless you’re agency screws him over, than I’m coming for you.” 

I hop out of the car and slam the door shut. I turn the alley right when I hear the apartment door swing open. I lean against the wall and see Yoongi run past me, yelling out my name. It takes everything in me not to respond. To run after him and beg him to forgive me for saying I didn’t love him because I do. It’s because I love him that I have to set him free. 

A/N

Hey thanks for reading! I just want to thank all of our followers for being so kind and supportive :) I love you <3 I wanted to get to know you guys a bit. What are your favourite movies? Mine is Midnight in Paris (I liked it before Tae mentioned it so I was really excited to hear he enjoyed it too!) Let me know :) I love movies and am dying to hear from you guys. Also, Bias? Mine is Chimchim :)

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Ribbon + Dash: Chapter 2

Ribbon whistled to herself as she pulled out the last of the weeds. The garden was beginning to really take shape, it wouldn’t be long before she’d be able to make fresh salads and veggies, her mouth was already watering just thinking about it. Her dad was doing his best to provide for them but she was sick of cheap processed food.

As she leaned back on her heels and studied the soil beneath the plants her phone went off, startling her. After quickly wiping her hands on her skirt she fished her phone out of her pocket and grinned at the name on the screen before swiping a still-dirty finger across it and bringing it up to her ear.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Good afternoon, Ribbon.”

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Keep on Living (chapter 2) Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Summary: You work at the Richard Rogers theater as the assistant to the musical director as Hamilton hits Broadway. It’s while working there you develop a friendship/crush on Lin who is your nerdy workaholic nerd in arms. Meanwhile you hide the other secret part of your life from Lin and your friends,keeping secret your abusive partner until you can’t hide it anymore.

After turning up to the theater with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. Expect a lot of angst.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe)

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count - LONG AF

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The worst hangover of your life had been the morning after opening night on Broadway four months ago. You’d woken up in a crumpled heap on Alex’s couch, a snoring Chris lay on the floor spooning a passed out Lin. The celebratory cocktails, the champagne toasts, the afterhours shots, the 4am whisky nightcaps were all to blame. You had felt worse than you knew possible, your brain and body had never felt so utterly destroyed, everything hurt. You remember focusing your blurry eyes and seeing a sleepy-definitely-still-drunk Lin waking up next to Chris and giving you a sleepy smile whispering ‘we did it!’ before passing out again. That felt like a lifetime ago now.

This morning was now the worst hangover of your life.Your body ached, your head was pounding, and your eyes were sore. But you weren’t hungover, there was no alcohol to blame, you were just… tired. Tired of coping. Constantly bracing for impact is exhausting.

Your phone beeped and you reached over to your nightstand fearful it would be an angry message from Mark, but you saw it was from Lin

Lin: Hey Y/N, you ok?

Oh god, Lin. You’d been so off with him yesterday, hiding behind dark glasses so he wouldn’t see your bruised eye, scared of what he might have pieced together. But he knew something was wrong, the way he’d looked at you, and he’d definitely seen your bruised wrist. Or had he? And had Pippa or Chris told him about your black eye? It was so tiring trying to work out which version of the lie people knew.

But Lin had definitely seen Mark. You replayed the memory of Lin reaching out to shake hands with Mark which felt like an act of confrontation. There was no warmth in his voice when he said hello, the smile on his face was polite but wrong somehow. You’d never seen Lin look like this, almost ready to pounce. Were you just being paranoid?

You had pulled Mark away before either of them had time to speak.You’d smiled to reassure Lin and Mark and even yourself that everything was just fine, before leading Mark away. You could feel Lin’s eyes following you as you went. You could still feel them now, that look of anger, or was it disappointment? You never wanted Lin to look at you like that again.

Mark had stayed silent on the subway home, finally exploding when you reached your apartment. At first he demanded to know why you were talking to Lin. Were you sleeping with him?  You were probably sleeping with him, him and everyone else in your damned precious show. Were you just a whore who slept with any guy that happened to give you a bit of attention? Were you and Lin both laughing at him? He screamed at you, calling you a bitch, a slut, a whore. And then he changed tact: no you weren’t a slut, you were pathetic. There you were throwing yourself at other men but who would want someone like you? You were beyond ugly, you were nothing, you were messed up, look at you, the way you dress, your body, your face, you were ugly.  Nobody wanted you, Lin wouldn’t want you, you were lucky that you had someone like Mark, lucky that he gave you any attention because nobody else would want someone as pathetic and disgusting as you.

He didn’t hit you this time, he didn’t raise his hand, didn’t grab you, he didn’t touch you once. But you felt the violence in his words. Your whole body felt like a punching bag as he screamed insults at you until finally at 1am, the monster was gone, and there he was again crying and begging for your forgiveness. He wasn’t a monster, you just made him so crazy, you made him act this way, he wished you wouldn’t make him feel so jealous, you know what it does to him.

Your phone beeped again bringing you back to the present. Another message from Lin:

Lin: Hey, you up?

You stared at the screen not ready to face the day, let alone Lin. But your phone continued to buzz in your hand as message after message was sent from an over excitable Lin:

Lin: You better be awake!

Lin:  Because I’m one block away and I have coffee

Lin: I bet you’ve forgotten haven’t you?

Lin: Sure, invite me over to pick my genius brain and then forget all about me, fine!

Lin: I didn’t know if you wanted cinnamon or poppyseed bagels, so I have both.

Lin: Also I hope you’re ok, and feel free cancel on me if you aren’t up to this today.

Lin: I’m outside your building.

Shit! You’d mentioned to him earlier that week that you were working on some of your own demos. After he’d harassed you all week you’d finally played him some of your crappy recordings through your phone during intermission one night, the drums sounding weak and distorted through your cheap ass phone, but it was enough. Lin’s eyes had grown wide with excitement and he’d crossed his arms, nodded his head, biting his lip as he grinned. “Holy shit Y/N, that’s amazing! Why have you stopped there, keep going, give me more.”

“Um that’s all there is actually. My laptop is busted, I don’t think I can do anymore recordings until I can afford to get it fixed.”

Lin unfolded his arms which were now wildly gesturing in excitement.

“Well you can borrow mine! And look, I can even come over and give you a hand. Come on, I’m dying to hear the rest of these tracks that you’ve been hiding away. I can help!”

You hadn’t invited him over so much as he’d invited himself. And here he was armed with coffee and bagels and far too much enthusiasm just outside your building while you lay in bed, bruised, tired, and unable to make sense of anything. You know there would no deterring him now and you couldn’t shake the look he’d given you last night as you’d left with Mark. You needed things to be ok again, you needed some normal, and as scary as it was to face him you didn’t exactly have a choice. You messaged back ”Give me 5 minutes” and frantically jumped out of bed.

5 minutes turned into 15 minutes as you quickly got showered and dressed. You sat down to put on makeup to cover up the bruising on your face, but your cheek felt too tender to even touch. Panic set in as you realised you’d have to face him like this. You couldn’t hide behind sunglasses again. You breathed out slowly and forced yourself to smile in front of the mirror You couldn’t hide behind makeup, but you could hide behind another lie for today.

“Oh my god”

Lin’s face dropped when you opened the door..

“Yeah, hi!” you chirped far too brightly. Lin’s eyes never left your face as he walked through the door, balancing coffee, a bag of bagels, his laptop and backpack. You could feel him staring at your black eye and your skin prickled with unease.

“I’m sorry I just…” It wasn’t like Lin to be lost for words. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it was this bad.”

He set down the coffee and bagels on the kitchen table,

“So Pippa told you?” You said, gesturing to your eye.

“Chris told me. Pippa knows as well?

“About the mugging? Yeah she knows, shall I get us some plates?” You breezed past him setting bagels onto plates and giving the performance of your damned life in the role of someone who has their shit together.

“Mugging??” Lin shook his head in confusion

“Yeah, well, attempted mugging. I’m ok, they didn’t get anything, but yeah, this is my reward” You grimmaced, pointing at your face.

“Mugging? But I thought… I thought…”

“What?”

You placed plates and bagels in front of him sipping the coffee he’d brought you.

He stared at you as if trying to read you. It made you uncomfortable, like if he looked too close you’d crumble. So you averted his gaze.

“I just thought… Nothing. It’s nothing. I guess I was just worried about you. I heard you were hurt but I didn’t know you’d been….mugged. Are you really ok?”

“I’m fine” you nodded, a little bit too eager. “Look I wasn’t ok. I was a mess yesterday, I’m sorry I couldn’t really talk, I just couldn’t make sense of anything yesterday, and then Mark…” You swallowed, realising you were almost letting your guard down. “ Anyway, I’m ok, really, I don’t want you to worry. Nd I really don’t want to talk about it.”

There was an awkward pause as you finally met his gaze. Did he believe you?. His eyes had softened, he looked like he wanted to say something, he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again and shook his head as though he’d thought better of it.

“I’m here if you need me…  for anything.” He said softly, his eyes never leaving yours, the concern on his face making you feel like the biggest pile of garbage Mark had always said you were.

You took a deep breath

“Well… funny you should say that, because today I need your expert opinions on how to get my piece of shit drum machine to sound any good”

Lin broke out into a small resigned grin and after a moment clasped his hands and rubbed and them together.

“Alright alright then, show me what we’re working with here.”

For the rest of the morning you felt more like yourself than you had in weeks. Being with Lin was easy.  His enthusiasm for everything was infectious, and you both talked a mile a minute, singing over each other, mocking each other’s terrible ideas.

“ For the last time, I am not rhyming ‘withering’ with ‘Slytherin’!”

“You can’t waste an opportunity like that!” he yelled, grabbing the sampler from your hands and freestyling Harry Potter rhymes over the instrumental you had lovingly crafted while you rolled your eyes.

“Seriously, who the hell gave you a Tony?” you laughed.

When he wasn’t wrecking your demos he was genuinely helping you out, not only did you need his musical advice, you had needed a distraction that morning. You caught yourself stealing glances as he pushed back the hair hanging in his eyes while he bopped his head in time with the bass. His eyes closed occasionally and he grinned in awe when he found a hook or a beat or a lyric that really got to him. He’d catch you looking and you felt yourself blush and you felt stupid, remembering the your embarrassing crush from just a few months ago, before Mark. Occasionally you caught him looking at you too,but he looked at you with worry in his eyes which he blinked away when he saw you noticing him. Like he wanted to say something. Like he knew the truth, like he just fucking *knew*.

Lin pressed his hands to his chest, clutching his heart and exclaimed “Y/N you are killing me, this is so good!”. You blushed uncomfortably.

“Thanks, it’s getting there. It would sound awful if I hadn’t had you helping me structure this properly. I would have just messed it up.”

Lin shook his head earnestly. “Don’t say that, don’t ever say that.”

You’d always wanted to be able to share this stuff with Mark with you both being musicians, but Mark hated the music you played, he laughed at your demos, told you that they were no good, and made you feel stupid for trying. You’d lost all confidence in yourself, so to have Lin bouncing in the seat next to you over a song you’d written and made yourself was unfamiliar.

Your phone buzzed with a message from Mark.

Mark: Audition was a bust, I didn’t get it. Why does everything I touch turn to shit?

The smile on your face froze, and you frantically started texting back a reassuring reply.

“Everything ok?” Lin asked

“Yeah, it’s uh, it’s just Mark. He didn’t get the audition he went out for this morning. I just want to make sure he’s ok.”

Lin didn’t say anything but you could see him studying you from the corner of your eye.

You knew that another failed audition meant that Mark would be in a terrible mood. You’d managed to put him out of your mind all morning but suddenly you felt dizzy and sick, you felt heavy again, you felt scared. Please don’t let him come home in a bad mood tonight, you thought to yourself. You were scared of what it might lead to.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

You hadn’t realised how much your face gave you away sometimes.

“Nothing, it’s fine, it’s fine. Just hoping Mark is ok that’s all.”

You also didn’t realise you were anxiously rubbing your bruised wrist which now felt so stiff and sore. You hadn’t realised until Lin silently reached over and gently ran his hands down your arm, drawing your wrist towards him. He placed your hand face up in his palm and examined your wrist. The faint marks from yesterday had now turned various shades of blue and purple. He stared intently, as his fingers lightly traced over the bruising, his touch was so gentle and delicate, making you tingle and shiver. His fingers lightly darted across your skin feeling electric and your breath caught in your throat.  You watched him as he found the part of your wrist which felt stiff and swollen, and he rubbed his finger and thumb in small gentle circles, soothing the muscle and releasing the pressure. He was careful not to grip too tightly, his fingers felt soft and light against your skin, giving you goosebumps. You weren’t used to someone touching you so gently, and you closed your eyes for a second, feeling calm and still.

You opened your eyes to see Lin staring at you and you swallowed, unable to speak. You knew that if you tried to talk you’d tell him everything, you’d tell him how scared you were, tell him how much pain you were in, tell him you were frightened it would happened again, tell him that you needed help. But you didn’t know how to even form the words. He leaned forwards, his hair brushing against your arm, biting his bottom lip as though he was about to speak, and his eyes never moving from yours.

Your phone buzzed again snapping you both out of the moment, and you snatched your hand away while Lin cleared his throat and jumped up nervously. It wasn’t from Mark.

“It’s Pippa” you said. “She wants to meet me at the theater this afternoon. She says, bring sweatpants and rage and to get there early. You have any idea what that’s about?”

“Not a clue I’m afraid” He laughed nervously, while quickly gathering his things and packing up his laptop with speed. Your skin still tingled from his touch but there was an awkwardness in the air now. Lin fidgeted pushing his hair back into a messy bun while quickly mumbling his goodbyes and making his way to the door. He seemed in such a hurry to leave and in a blur he was gone.

You shook your head, nothing seemed to make sense anymore.

—-

“Don’t be mad” Pippa said through her nervous smile as you walked into the theater,

“What did you do?” You asked nervously. You dumped your gym bag on the floor containing the sweatpants Pippa had requested. You’d hoped the rage was optional.

“Well I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened to you” she frowned, staring at your bruised face. “And I worry about you, and I worry about all of us. And well, nobody should ever feel afraid or unsafe or go through what you went through. So I spoke to some of the girls and we decided to host a self defence workshop this afternoon. Please don’t be mad.”

Pippa bit her lip nervously. You couldn’t be mad with someone as thoughtful.

“I don’t know what to say” you mumbled.

“Look I know you asked me not to tell anyone, but Chris saw your black eye yesterday and I think he even mentioned it to Lin, and before you know it everyone was asking me what had happened. And I just thought, it could have been any of us who were mugged. And I just wanted to help.”

Your face felt hot with shame as you realised the lie you told had backfired.

“There’s no harm in being prepared” she continued “Are you ok with this?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.

Pippa ushered you down the corridor to the empty stage where Renee, Jasmine, and some other girls from the chorus, wardrobe, and backstage crew were assembled and warming up. You were immediately pulled into a giant hug with Renee , and you felt embarrassed as everyone smiled and nodded at you, each of them of them taking note of your bruised face, and some coming up to you to share their own horror stories of being mugged in NYC. Jasmine introduce you to Nathan, a self defence instructor who was an old friend of hers. And for the rest of the afternoon you learned to punch, kick, how to get out of chokeholds, and you learned all the effective places to strike in an attack. “Eyes! Nose! Throat! Groin!” Nathan shouted at the room, and you all shouted back in unison. You looked around at all the incredible strong determined women. They were all so brave and inspiring, and you felt like a fraud next to them. You looked over at a Pippa who had a now defeated Nathan on the floor, her knee resting on his back while she pinned his arms behind him. She looked over at you grinning in victory and you felt a pang of shame. She’d organised this for you. All these inspiring women, all your friends, learning to be tougher, learning to fight, and here you were unable to fight back, unable to even find the words to tell someone what Mark was doing to you. You wished you were strong.

“Holy shit” You turned to see a stunned Chris looking in from the wings. He clapped his hands while laughing in admiration at the sight now in front of him. He raised his eyebrows as Renee now had Nathan in a headlock, while Jasmine cheered her on.

“Hey!” he called over to you “I’m impressed, this is amazing.”

“It’s all Pippa.” You laughed

“No really, I’m impressed, I didn’t expect to see you in today. Are you ok? How are you doing?”

You smiled and gave a reassuring nod, not quite the stunning performance you’d given Lin earlier, but you hoped it would be enough to stop people from worrying about you.

“When I saw your black eye yesterday, man, I didn’t know what had happened. Has Lin spoken to you yet?”

“Oh yeah, I saw him earlier.”

“I mean I was worried about you, Pippa was worried about you, we all were, but damn I’ve never seen anyone look as angry as Lin did yesterday. That man was ready to kill for you.”

You swallowed, feeling uncomfortable.

“Hey Chris, you wanna come over here a sec?” Jasmine called while sitting on Nathan’s back as he lay helpless on the floor.

Chris laughed, putting his hands up “Nah, I’m good. I know better than to mess with you, Jas.”

Chris’ words rang in your head all night. Throughout the show you tried to kept your focus, but you couldn’t help thinking about Lin. You were secretly sad to see Javier that night instead of him. The way he’d left that afternoon had felt so rushed. You felt like if you’d just seen him again tonight you would have crumbled and told him everything. You’d already come so close. You’d wanted to tell him, his face had been so close to yours it had made you feel nervous and also excited, and you just really couldn’t remember the last time someone had been so gentle with you.

After the performance your thoughts turned back to Mark and as the dressing rooms and backstage areas started to empty you found yourself taking longer than needed to pack away, finding little jobs to do to busy yourself with, putting off the inevitable of going home to face whatever awaited you.  

“Y/N, lets go!”

You looked round to see Jasmine, Pippa, and Renee holding the door open for you. They had changed out of costume and were fastening coats and getting ready to leave. “You’re coming with us!” yelled Pippa, waving you over.

You gestured to the pile of folders in your hands “ I gotta get these amended charts ready for Alex” You explained feebly, hoping to avoid a girls night out.

“Nuh-uh, you’re coming out with us. Alex knows. Come on, we’re all fired up from dominating men today, we deserve to celebrate, and you deserve some girl time. Come on!”

You hesitated. Mark would be waiting for you at home, but you were so scared of what he might do, you weren’t ready to go back there yet.

Jasmine sighed and marched over to you, linking her arm with yours and dropping the files you were carrying on a nearby table. “This can wait, now come on!”

“Eyes! Nose! Throat! Groin” Jasmine yelled before clinking her glass with everyone and cheering. As toasts go, it felt appropriate.

“I feel invincible right now!” giggled Jasmine.

“Really, because I feel DRUNK right now” slurred Renee. They had dragged you to a bar just round the corner from the theater, and you’d promised you’d stay for one drink. But that was a few drinks ago now, and Pippa placed a shot of tequila in front of you, which you sniffed at and stuck your tongue out. It was waaaaay past your bedtime but you didn’t care.

“Wait, wait, wait, we should do a thing! Quick, pass me my thingy!” squealed Jasmine

“Girl, what are you talking about?” laughed Renee

“My phone, pass me my phone, I wanna film this!”

Pippa laughed and helped Jasmine in the very difficult task of retrieving her phone which was right in front of her and you smiled to yourself. It had been a confusing 24 hours but you felt so lucky to have amazing friends like these. Friends that teach you how to throw a punch then get you blind drunk to celebrate were friends worth having.

“Ok ok, so I’m out with my girls tonight everyone say helloooooo” Jasmine said into her phone screen, moving the phone around the table to film you all as you waved and hollered.

“Give it up for the Schuyler Sisters!” whooped Renee and you gave a cheer as the three girls bust into a quick rendition of “Angelica… Eliza… and Peggy!”

“And here’s our honorary Schuyler Sister, give it up for Hamilton’s assistant to the musical director: Y/N!”

You shook your head and waved your hands in front of your face feeling drunk and and giggly while Renee and Pippa whooped.

Jasmine snatched the camera and spoke directly into it

“We love our honorary Schuyler Sister and this is a message to anyone who feels like they can mess with her or any other woman out there. You’ve got us to deal with. You think it’s ok to attack women, it’s not ok. So if you fuck with her, you fuck with us. Jasmine out!”

Renee whooped and both you and Jasmine downed your shots in celebration.

“Woah, now you’re sounding like Lin!” Pippa laughed

“What do you mean?” You asked, squinting at Pippa through your now empty shot glass.

“I mean he was pissed when he found out about your black eye. He was ready to fight someone, demanding to know who’d done this to you, ranting at Chris about men who hit women. Did he not speak to you about it?”

“He came round to see me today actually. Wanted to make sure I was ok. He was cute. I mean *IT* was cute! I mean not him specifically!  I just mean it was nice that he cared. God I’m drunk!” You slurred.

“Nuh-uh, you meant *he* was cute” cooed Pippa.

Pippa was the only one who’d ever guessed that you’d had a crush on Lin. This was before you met Mark, before any of this.

“No! Well, yes he’s cute, but you know what I mean. I just meant it’s nice that he cares. Oh god I need to shut up!” You groaned and rested your head in your hands, tequila made you feel sick and when did the bar start spinning?

“Oh god someone take my phone away from me!” yelled Jasmine. “I don’t know how to stop recording on this thing.”

“You’re still filming?” laughed Renee

“I don’t know! Technology is hard” Jasmine giggled. You watched as Renee grabbed Jasmine’s phone, shaking her head and laughing “Wait, why are you uploading this to twitter?”

“Because I’ve recorded a message for the men of the world and I want everyone to see!” Jasmine exclaimed. “Also that was an accident, I didn’t know I’d done that.”

“Well Lin has already liked it.” Pippa rolled her eyes. “Does that man ever get off the internet?”

Your stomach dropped and you groaned as you watched the video playback through Jasmine’s phone, hearing yourself referring to Lin as cute made you cringe.

“Um I think we should probably delete that” suggested Pippa after seeing your grimace. She quickly took Jasmine’s phone to erase your embarrassment.

“I need to go” you moaned, your head spinning and the 24 hours worth of anxiety mixing with tequila was making you queasy. You grabbed your phone as you stood up and saw a message. It was from Mark, the color suddenly draining from your face.

Mark: Get home. Now.

————–

Part 3 coming soon, is here! I might have to write some smut to counteract all the angst tho.

tfw you have many asks to attend to, but you have a thought that literally keeps you up at night due to the excitement of writing it the next day.


Bachelor/Bachelorettes during a zombie apocalypse!!! (made sure not to include gore btw!)

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DAY6 Jae| Boyfriend AU

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I love Jae so much, he’s so funny!  Tbh this didn’t take that long for me to write, I kinda just sat down and wrote almost all of it in that one sitting haha.  Enjoy!

Slightly NSFW!

Jae:

  • Essentially the super duper goofy and lovey dovey couple that everyone lowkey hates cause they’re just too cute together and in love like everyone wants this kind of relationship.
  • You think that you’re stealing his glasses all the time to annoy him, but in reality Jae places his glasses strategically so that you have the opportunity to use them. He just thinks you look all adorable when you wear them, and HE KNOWS that he looks adorable looking all pouty when he pretends to be mad at you. 
  • Loves seeing you in his clothes *flannels cough cough* but doesn’t so much obviously give them to you to wear like he does when he sets it up for you to steal his glasses. 
  • If you walk out of the bedroom the morning after and you’re only wearing his flannel be prepare to go back right where you came from, all of a sudden he’s been reenergized, screw breakfast. 
  • Doesn’t mind a girl that curses, in fact he thinks it’s super cute and funny when you do so. 
  • boyfriend that acts sassy and goofy, but is actually super caring and would cut off his arm for you if you asked him. 
  • Milkshakes and Italian ice kind of boyfriend. 
  • Lucky charms cereal and lilies on anniversaries. 
  • Really into calling you things like babe and sweetheart, but if you hear him call you baby girl you know he’s in the mood and should be expecting some love making soon. 
  • ,,, also expect lots of playful name calling: Chicken Little, and Dumbo. But he loves you it’s all in good fun. 
  • Carelessly walks around the apartment in his underwear, like once you had friends over and he woke up and went to the kitchen for something to eat, and your friends got a better look than you would have preferred. 
  • Surprisingly easy to manipulate so that the situation can be in your favor. 
  • Example: “Babe let’s watch a movie, that new avenger movie is finally on demand.” 
  •  “Hm, I was really hoping that we could watch something else tonight.” *runs fingers up his chest* 
  •  “What are you thinking? Harry Potter? A horror movie?” 
  •  “How about something more gentle? There’s a new rom com that I have saved.” 
  •  “But babe…” 
  •  “Can’t we just watch your movie another time?” By this time you’d be whispering in his ear and Jae would be putty in your hands. 
  •  “I guess we’re watching some sappy romance tonight! If you make the popcorn I’ll scoop us up some ice cream!” 
  • Jae’s very affectionate and he doesn’t like to hide it. 
  • , dammit this boy will full on make out with you in front of all the other boys, maybe even go far enough that there might be a little groping going on. 
  • Butt >>=<< Boobs, he doesn’t prefer either, but boy can he grab your ass hard. 
  • Sex with Jae is actually really interesting and fun! He’s pretty much down for anything as long as you are, and is very generous in bed. 
  • Your safe word is Zeus’ Thunderbolt btw. 
  • While Jae prefers to be in control for the most part, he doesn’t mind switching it up every once and awhile and having you tell him what to do.
  • The only struggle is with his glasses, he needs the to SEE, but sometimes they make it harder to kiss you and just get in the way of things overall. Sometimes he thinks that he should just get contacts specifically to use while he has sex with you lol. 
  • Doesn’t really like serious sex, he thinks that’s how couples get into intimacy slumps. He’ll go out of his way to make you laugh while you’re making out, or even when he’s balls deep inside of you, Jae just loves hearing you laugh and tbh it’s also a little but if a turn on to him knowing that you’re not only feeling the pleasure but also having fun while doing it!
  • I can see Jae prematurely saying “I love you.” Like he kind of blurts it out one day and it takes you by surprise but you know it’s heartfelt, and even though it may be too early in the relationship for you to say it back to him, you still kiss him hard on the lips to show him that you feel the same.
  • Drunk karaoke, singing/screaming Don’t Stop Believing together and the people in the apartment next to yours bang on the wall.  
  • “Knock knock” 
  •  *waits for answer but gets none* “Knock knock” 
  •  *silence again* 
  •  “You’re supposed to ask ‘Who’s there?’ babe.” 
  •  “Jae I swear to god, it’s 4am shut up.” 
  • Jae always has so many date ideas up his sleeve, so your outings together are always adventures. 
  • Couples painting classes! Hiking up a mountain! 
  • Going to the zoo!
  • Horseback riding!!!
  • A wine and cheese tasting in the middle of nowhere in the countryside?!
  • Now Jae is no Sungjin, I’m pretty sure his alcohol preferences aren’t so lavish, I’m pretty sure he’s perfectly content with just a shitty beer in his hand.
  • Really goes out of his way to impress people.
  • Knows nothing about sports but always tries to watch big games on the TV because who knows who he’s going to meet and maybe need to impress with his invested knowledge of American football or Soccer?
  • , and goes all out for it too, like he’ll dress up wearing a sports jersey and have you invite all the boys over and make wings and whatever, and you’re there just like “Hey Chicken Little! Your American douchebag is showing!” (Not that he’s being a douche he just wants to impress people cute baby) 
  • For your first year anniversary, Jae took you to the most romantic restaurant he could find, a small joint with the lipstick lips of all the lovers that come through on the ceiling, you two graciously add to that, and it was so sweet and the food was so good that you continue coming back for each of your anniversaries.
  • (This is actually a real place in New York City if you are interested! I’ve been there before and it was really yummy!!! Too bad I don’t remember the name of it lol!)
  • Together you two actually do a lot of volunteer work together, in particularly at the local animal shelter.
  • It started off just as a hobby for both of you, and as a way to give back to the community while also making all these animals lives better, but then it kind of morphed into a slight obsession for both of you.
  • You’ve gone through all of your stuff gazillions of times looking for things to donate like towels and old blankets. You’ve called up all your friends asking to donate either with a physical donation or by joining you guys to walk a dog or something! And though all your friends are more than willing to donate because it is a good cause, enough is enough you know?
  • Anyway, there are always a lot of really cute animals going in and out of the animal shelter, kittens and puppies galore, but one day there is this small German Shepard mix puppy there, and you two just immediately fall In LOVE with her!!! She’s just so precious!
  • Do you see where I’m going with this?
  • You and Jae adopt this puppy and name her Cali (short for California for obvious reasons), and she is such a joy to have in your lives.
  • Cali loves to jump up on the couch with you two while you’re in the middle of a cuddle session, and just lay on top of both of you. This habit unfortunately continues as she grows up much bigger, and even as an adult dog she’ll try to climb over you guys on the couch and it’s such a mess.
  • Jae walks around your apartment wearing these huge headphones that are almost obnoxiously large and you always have to scream for him to hear anything.
  • And normally this would make you upset and frustrated, but you understand that with Jae music is not only his passion but his work as well, so he always needs to somehow be connected to music.
  • Loves to serenade you with his guitar, sometimes he’ll try to form a little band together, with you on the tambourine, and it’s always a disaster but it’s a happy one. Always ending in laughs.
  • Though Jae may love you with all his heart and body he doesn’t see the need to marry you so quickly. He’s very happy with his current situation and doesn’t see marriage as something that needs to happen immediately. After all you guys are living together and still so young, what’s the rush?!
  • Not that he has any plans or whatever to break up with you in the future or that he can’t see you as someone he can marry, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, but maybe you guys aren’t ready for a big step like that while you’re still so young. 
  •  That’s not saying that he doesn’t know exactly how he is going to propose to you, where, when, the position of the moon in the sky, he’s got all this down to the socks that will be on his feet. Jae wants everything to be perfect when he finally asks the question.
  • Overall Jae is just a super sweet and goofy boyfriend that thinks the world shines just for you, and you’re his muse, the reason why he can push himself to become a better performer.  He loves you so much.

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Racing Miku 2018 is looking pretty great!!