How to adult on a budget for the lazy and new adulting people (by a not-so-adulty-adult)
learn how to cut your own hair. If it’s something easy like an undercut or just trimming your ends every month, you’ll look clean and put together without shelling out $20 every month. (my hair cutting stuff cost like $20 total)
if you have to go to a laundromat, make your own detergent. Or just in general. It’s about $15 for everything you’ll need and it’ll make you a solid 6-10 batches depending on how many soap bars you get. 1 bar ivory soap or fels-naptha (ivory works just fine tbh. Cheaper and easier to find) Grate that shit. 1 cup borax and 1 cup washing powder. Mix that shit. 1 tablespoon in the wash. Boom. Add essential oils if you so choose.
On the topic of laundry, throw all your clothes in the same load. Use the cold-cold setting and you can put those red shirts in with your whites with no bleeding whatsoever. (read those tags tho. unless it needs special care, most shirts/pants/socks/underwear can all be thrown together)
When money is tight for food, rice, 2 pounds of chicken, some kind of stock or bouillon cubes, and frozen veggies make about 2-3 different meals.
Keep a few bouillon cubes handy tbh. Cook rice in it. Make soup. They’re so much cheaper than stock itself.
Coconut oil for everything from actual oil to chapstick to cracked skin.
Baby powder makes a fairly good dry shampoo. Put it on your roots, scrub around, brush out. Boom.
Make scripts for all phone calls you ever have to make to make them go smoother. (bills, doctors, work, etc)
Fill 1 side of the sink with water to do your dishes and then rinse with the smallest amount of water possible so you dont end up using a lot of water.
Gasbuddy.com helps you find the cheapest gas near you!
Aldi has great cheap groceries
If you live alone or with 1 roommate, you don’t really need more than 12 megabyte internet speed. By yourself? Don’t get more than 6 tbh. You won’t need it.
Freeze all meats and veggies! Let’s be honest. You wont be eating carrots every day or that ground beef often enough for it to not go bad, Throw it in the freezer.
Dollar store cleaning supplies save the world. Everything there besides liquid soap is basically just as good. (glass cleaner, bleach, magic erasers, so on and so forth)
Dollar stores in general. Most things there will do in a pinch. (earbuds and most electronic/battery powered things are a no-no however)
Nail polish remover gets hair dye stains. Hydrogen peroxide gets up blood. Milk for ink. Chalk for oil.
Once you finish using a pot or pan, put hot water in it until you’re ready to clean it. Stuff will just wipe off.
Lance tries as hard as possible to sleep in for as long as possible
this is a difficult task considering Keith is an early riser he doesn’t even need an alarm he just naturally wakes up at 7 to work out or whatever
one time lance tried to wake up early enough to surprise keith with a birthday breakfast-in-bed, but of course keith didn’t get the message to sleep in and was already awake
they made a mess making pancakes and bacon together instead
lance is a neat freak. it annoys the crap out of keith because he never had to clean up for anyone else whereas lance’s mother pretty much programmed him to clean up after himself and his little siblings
keith affectionately labels these tirades as The Nag™…brace yourselves, The Nag is coming
lance can also cook??? he chops vegetables like it’s nothing and keith is alway afraid he’s going to lose a finger at the speed he’s going
they couldn’t decide on a color scheme for their room so it’s just a mismatched mess of soft blues and and calm grays and vibrant red and angsty black and it looks awful. but it’s theirs
lance convinced keith to do weekly Couple Luxury Night where they did relaxing at-home spa treatment-esque routines. he told keith it’d be fun but really it’s just an excuse for him to pamper his boyfriend and take goofy pictures in face masks and cucumbers
lance always fixes keith’s hair before he walks out the door because that boy does not know that bedheads aren’t acceptable. keith always pretends to be annoyed but his favorite thing is feeling lances fingers run through his hair
lance got them really into competitive cooking shows and naturally it turned into a heated cooking war between the two. since lance is 1000x better at cooking (keith can barely peel a potato) keith is allowed to distract him by whatever means necessary. lance is extremely susceptible to neck kisses, side tickling, and obnoxious raspberries
lance in aprons with flirtatious sayings
keith complying with the aprons’ suggestions
lance totally has a childhood teddy bear that he still sleeps with with named tigre (as a child he didn’t really have a clear grasp on the difference between bears and tigers). He is now señor tigre, respect the title, and is appalled when keith calls it ratty and old-looking
whenever lance is mad at keith he pretends keith isn’t there and complains about him to tigre
when keith needs comfort and can’t get any words out, lance lets him hold tigre—he might be old as hell but he is soft—and just talks to him about anything until keith feels better
they have matching red and blue mugs with cute lions on them
keith sleeps on the left side of the bed, but always manages to roll all the way to lance’s side by the morning
keith also has deathgrip when he’s asleep, so lance had to buy him a body pillow for those nights when lance just wants to sprawl out
lance taped a fucking picture of his face to the body pillow the first night keith slept with it and the next morning lance was woken abruptly by keith shrieking in terror
lance likes to do voices and impressions all the time to keep himself entertained and uses random objects around the house as props. keith’s reactions range from tired-of-your-shit to must-hold-in-laughter, but most of the time keith likes to film him on his phone so he can watch it again later. he says it’s blackmail material but these are keith’s videos of the lance that only he gets to see every day
whenever lance decides to fart in front of keith he turns it into a punchline
keith would never fart in front of other people because it’s fucking barbaric but he feels comfortable enough to voice his body’s concerns (oh god lance i have to fucking dump pause the tv i can’t miss gordon ramsay ripping this neglectful chef a new asshole)
they have a weekly chore chart with shifting roles, except keith can’t do the dishes because sticking his hands under hot water and touching grimy dishes is a nightmare for him
keith never likes to walk around barefoot esp in the kitchen, so lance makes it fun by gifting keith with funky socks. his most recent pair has shooting stars with a moon made of cheese at the ankle. (keith unintentionally called them cheesy and lance keeled over) keith is known at work/school as the serious guy with uncharacteristically fun socks
lance likes to blast music but when it bothers keith, he turns it down and sings along at a moderate volume, which keith finds comforting
lance: KEITH HAVE U SEEN THE THING
keith: did u check between the couch cushions
it was between the couch cushions
they have a codeword for when keith misses a social cue and says something too blunt or rude, that way they can communicate easily in private and when company’s over
they also have a word for when lance is doing something annoyingly repetitive that keith can’t deal with
lance is superstitious and it’s all pretty humorous, but he never risks going to bed without saying i love you, even if they’re angry at each other. keith doesn’t understand why they need to say it out loud all the time but he knows it makes lance feel better so he doesn’t ask questions
some nights they like to sleep outside on the back porch so they can see the stars together, and they make their own constellations
when the Bad Thoughts hit lance, keith just stays with him, cradles him, strokes his hair. keith’s blunt honesty is a solace whenever lance splits
when lance dissociates, keith finds a simple activity for them to do together to coax him back like watching crap tv or going for a drive with the windows down
lance bought this weird porcelain duck cookie jar and every time keith comes into contact with it he stares it down for a good minute out of suspicion and spite
if either of them don’t feel like using their voice at any particular time, they bought mini whiteboards with tons of colorful markers
keith really likes to doodle?? its not his passion or anything but lance lets him draw on his skin and loves to show off his “new tattoo” to literally anyone
keith really wants a cat but lance thinks cats are too boring and moody. lance wants a dog but keith thinks they’re too high-maintenance and overwhelming
when they went pet shopping they became unwittingly enamored with a turtle struggling to eat a tomato. it was inspirational, and they named her Rita
they probably start a small garden and grow tomatoes for Rita and lance in floppy sun hats and keith digging gleefully into the earth
lance naming their gardening hoe keith and promptly running from an angry dirt-covered keith
im dy i ng I could go on about these dorks and their habits
if anyone wants to add anything more please do I'm thirsty for domestic klance fluff
‘ all i need is for you to stay by my side. ’ ‘ all of the love songs remind me of you. ’ ‘ all of the words in the world can’t show how much you mean to me. ’ ‘ boy, could i use your love & affection right now. ’ ‘ concept: we’re both awake at 4 a.m. i call you to hear your sleepy voice. ’ ‘ cute thing that you do: the most stereotypical giggle & then hiding your face. ’ ‘ don’t let this be temporary. ’ ‘ don’t worry about me. i just want to know you’re okay. ’ ‘ every day i get to see your gorgeous face is a good day. ’ ‘ everything about our relationship feels so natural & perfect. ’ ‘ feelings change, but mine about you won’t. ’ ‘ hey, guess what? i love you. ’ ‘ hold me tight & tell me you love me. ’ ‘ i always daydream about living with you. ’ ‘ i am so exhausted, but i’d sleep so much better with your arms around me. ’ ‘ i can’t help but imagine living with you years from now. ’ ‘ i can’t keep setting fires to keep you warm. ’ ‘ i could listen to you talk about the things you love forever. ’ ‘ i don’t think i’ll ever stop wanting you. ’ ‘ i don’t want those memories any more. ’ ‘ i forget who & where i am when we kiss. ’ ‘ i get that warm, pleasant feeling in my chest when i’m with you. ’ ‘ i hope with all my heart that you love me like i love you. ’ ‘ i hope you feel the same way you make me feel. ’ ‘ i just want to softly cuddle with you & count the freckles on your cheek & i want to run my fingers through your hair. ’ ‘ i know it’s getting scary, but you’ve just got your perfect self out of bed & do the best with what you’ve got. i believe in you. ’ ‘ i love looking into your squinted eyes while we laugh. ’ ‘ i love when you give me little kisses on my hand & cheek & neck. it makes me feel so loved. ’ ‘ i never thought i’d deserve the love you give me. ’ ‘ i think you’ve shown me what love really is. ’ ‘ i want the only thing between our bodies to be our love. ’ ‘ i want the only thing between our love to be our lips. ’ ‘ i want to bury my face in the crook of your neck until we both fall asleep. ’ ‘ i want to listen to the beautiful song of your voice for hours. ’ ‘ i want to make you just as happy as you make me. ’ ‘ i want to wake up to your smile. ’ ‘ i want to wrap my arms around you at 3 a.m. & tell you i love you. ’ ‘ i want you to be my yesterday, my today, & my tomorrow. ’ ‘ i want you. ’ ‘ i will always love you. even when you don’t think it’s a possibility, i am going to love you. ’ ‘ i would sleep so much better with you right next to me. ’ ‘ if only you could see your angelic self from my perspective. ’ ‘ if you frequently play with my hair, i might just fall in love with you. ’ ‘ it’s amazing feeling the warmth of your love. ’ ‘ it’s okay to have a bad day every once in a while. ’ ‘ it’s so much easier to fall asleep when you’re in bed next to me, running your gentle fingers down my back while we softly smile at each other through the darkness. ’ ‘ i’d wait a lifetime to be in your arms. ’ ‘ i’m all yours. always. ’ ‘ i’m always going to support you. without even a second thought, i’ll be there when you need me. i want what’s best for you. ’ ‘ just knowing you’re there comforts me. ’ ‘ just thinking about how you make me blush. ’ ‘ keep in mind all the things that you have to look forward to, babe. ’ ‘ kiss me under the starry sky. ’ ‘ let me know if you’re in love with me too. ’ ‘ let today be the day that everything changes. you are capable of so much. ’ ‘ let’s go on a cute, cliché date. ’ ‘ let’s sleep together under the stars. ’ ‘ make yourself & your own happiness you priority. ’ ‘ make yourself happy before you worry about me. ’ ‘ my kindness isn’t weakness. ’ ‘ my new years resolution is for all our arguments to be settled because i know you’ll still have my love ’ ‘ oh, what a privilege it is to matter to you. ’ ‘ our love could make flowers bloom int he dead of winter. ’ ‘ pet names are my weakness. ’ ‘ start setting boundaries. enough is enough. ’ ‘ thank you for caring like nobody else ever has. ’ ‘ thank you for caring when nobody else has. ’ ‘ the world is going to do something amazing for you. ’ ‘ there are times to power through it & there are times to say no. ’ ‘ when i look at the stars i can’t help but think of you. ’ ‘ when you look at me, the butterflies flutter. ’ ‘ you are my happiness & you don’t even know it. ’ ‘ you are my starlight. ’ ‘ you are the one i’d do anything for. ’ ‘ you are what puts my mind to rest when i can’t sleep. ’ ‘ you don’t need anyone to rescue you. you can do it all on your own, babe. i know you can. ’ ‘ you feel like home. ’ ‘ you have a smile that lights up my world. ’ ‘ you have no idea how proud of you i am. you’ve done so much for everyone. thank you. ’ ‘ you stole my heart, but i’ll let you keep it. ’ ‘ you’re made of stars & you’re my favorite constellation. ’ ‘ you’re my favorite notification. ’ ‘ you’re my home & i’m homesick. ’ ‘ you’re not just your mistakes & you deserve to be happy. ’ ‘ you’re so much more than good enough. don’t ever doubt that. ’ ‘ you’re soft & sweet & too good for me. ’ ‘ you’re something special babe. you can make a difference. ’ ‘ you’re the happy part of my days. ’ ‘ you’re the one i’m looking for. ’ ‘ you’re the one thing i think about when i wake up every morning. ’ ‘ you’re the reason why i want to get up every morning. ’ ‘ you’re waking, talking, living, loving poetry. ’
prompt: “i had a nightmare about you and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay” + “hey, i’m with you, okay? always” + “do you want me to leave?” + “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” + “i shouldn’t be in love with you” + “kiss me”
pairing: tony x reader
word count: 2.6k+
warnings: nightmares, 2am confessions of love, purest form of fluff
a/n: i wanna give tony all the love he deserves he’s the purest soul in this world and he needs to be reminded how wonderful he is every hour of the day x
SPOILER: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN
It was just past 2am when Y/N’s eyes shot open, her heart going 120 miles per second in her chest. Her fingers were gripping the bed sheets firmly and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
She was never one to suffer from nightmares but the dream she had just violently woken up from could surely be on the top ten list of the worst ones she ever had.
She slowly relaxed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.
It was okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.
But as she continued to look at the vast expanse of space above her head, barely being able to make out the shape of the chandelier in the pitch black room, she realised that the feeling of dread simply wouldn’t go away and allow her to go back to sleep.
Something felt horribly wrong. It was like that feeling you get right before you get your results after a test you didn’t study for. Except multiplied by twenty.
She reached under her pillow and searched for her phone, squinting at the screen as she attempted to read the time. She knew everyone in the compound was asleep but the idea of staring at the ceiling until morning, feeling this awful sense of doom, wasn’t a good idea.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She whispered, too quiet for any person to hear.
“Yes, Ms Y/L/N?” The voice sounded through the room and as strange as it was, Y/N was glad this computer system was watching over her and would inform someone if she was in trouble.
“Do you happen to know what Tony is doing?”
“Mr Stark is currently sleeping in his bedroom. Would you like me to wake him up?”
Y/N shook her head. “No, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”
“You are more than welcome.”
Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pushed the covers off and sat up. She looked around her room; there was a soft beam of light coming in through the curtains that relaxed her a little but she just felt so damn alone in her room after that nightmare.
She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom where she splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.
The horrid feeling just wouldn’t leave her chest. It was as if the world was closing in on her and she couldn’t do anything about it until she knew he was safe.
F.R.I.D.A.Y had told her he was. He was asleep in his room. But computers could crash and even Tony’s tech could break down every once in a while. Knowing this, Y/N also knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep until she saw he was really okay.
So she dried her face with a soft towel and shut the lights out in her bathroom before exiting her room and beginning her descent towards Tony’s quarters.
The walk was long and Y/N’s bare feet were cold as they padded across the white tiles of the hallways. She liked living in the compound but walking through it alone at night felt like wandering the halls of a hospital when everyone else was sleeping. The walls were white, the floors were white, and there were elements of steel and glass everywhere.
It wasn’t surprising; the building acted as a headquarters for one of the biggest businesses in the world and only a small fraction of it consisted of living spaces. It seemed, however, that her bedroom was miles away from where Tony’s quarters were located. She had to take a long hallway, then a set of stairs, then another hallway, and climb another two floors before she reached it. By the time she was standing face to face with his door, the feeling of dread in her chest had grown by a thousand.
She knocked softly and when she didn’t receive a response, she pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the door. Because of how new the building was, the door did not creak and Y/N was beyond thankful. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze her head through and see if Tony was around. Realising he wasn’t, she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.
The living area of his apartment was lit up by moonlight which seeped in through the giant windows. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. had told her, Tony wasn’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, and the door leading down to his lab was closed, meaning he wasn’t in there, either. The only place left was his bedroom.
Y/N shut the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards where she knew his room was located, almost walking into the corner of the glass coffee table.
When she finally reached his room, she noticed the door was ajar, and just like before she stuck her head inside. She scanned the room, quickly realising that from where she was standing she could not see Tony’s bed. So she lightly pushed the door open and to her horror, the hinges creaked as if they were fifty years old. Y/N cursed under her breath because a second later Tony’s concerned voice rang through the room.
Y/N inhaled sharply and emerged from behind the half closed door. Tony was now sitting up in his bed, the white covers bunched around his waist and his face displaying mild apprehension. Next to his bed stood one of his suits, eyes glowing, left hand outstetched, ready to fire.
“It’s just me,” Y/N murmured, seeing Tony visibly relax. He expelled a breath.
“Power down.” The suit dropped its arm, took a few steps back to stand in the corner and its eyes stopped glowing like two burning torches.
Y/N remained standing where she was, her fingers shyly curling around the hem of her pyjama shorts. She casually studied Tony’s face to make sure he was okay.
“Why are you here at…” he glanced towards the clock on his bedside table. “2am?”
Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She could feel the softness of Tony’s white furry rug between her toes, the pleasant heat of the electric fire place burning in the corner of the room, and the innocent curiosity of his eyes as he waited for her to answer.
On top of it all, she could also feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
He remained quiet for a moment but his expression softened as he studied her from across the room. She looked spooked and Tony wanted to ask her what the nightmare was about, but he figured this wasn’t the right moment. She already seemed uncomfortable after having been caught checking up on him.
“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded softly in response.
“Yeah, and are you?”
She bit her lip and then shook her head. And in an instant she was rushing across the room, climbing onto his bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“What’s wrong? What did you dream about?” He asked quietly, recovering from the shock and slowly beginning to stroke her hair. She moved to sit on his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck, feeling so much more relaxed now that she could feel the warmth of his skin, hear his quiet breathing, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Y/N never wanted to let him go, afraid that if she did, he’d vanish like he did in her nightmare.
“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Tony assured her, honestly kind of confused by why a nightmare about something happening to him would affect her so much. They were friends, sure, but he was also friends with the rest of the team and not a single one of his other co-workers had rushed into his room at 2am because they were scared for his safety. Something felt different about this situation, and as he continued to hold her, feeling her grip him so tightly he’d find it painful if the situation was any different, Tony began to wonder why she was so shaken.
She remained sitting in his lap for minutes, and when she hiccuped quietly Tony realised she had been crying. He tightened his grip on her, threw his bed covers over her shoulders and pulled her down to lie down with him.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologised suddenly, sniffing a little and feeling so damn silly. But Tony wasn’t laughing at her, and he wasn’t teasing her for being an idiot. He just held her tight, let her lie down with her head on his chest and continued to stroke her hair as she attemtped to calm down.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed her forehead and in response Y/N released a shaky breath and closed her eyes. It was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened to him.
“It just seemed really real. I got scared that something might’ve happened to you,” she muttered into his chest, and Tony could feel her fist the fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed her head again.
“I’m alright. Nothing has happened so you don’t need to be scared,” he assured her softly, and when Y/N sniffed, Tony placed his hand over her own. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
She nodded softly, squeezing her eyes shut so that her remaining tears fell on her cheeks and then she promised herself she was fine. It was just a bad dream.
“Do you want me to leave?” She questioned, her voice barely audible but Tony was so close he heard every syllable clearly. Y/N silently hoped he’d let her stay; she didn’t want to go back to her room and sit in the daunting silence. She felt too at peace right where she was.
“Do you want to go?” He asked instead of answering her previous question and when she shook her head, Tony’s lips curved up into a soft little smile and he pulled her even closer to him. “Stay then. You’re more than welcome to.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, and he kissed her head one last time before feeling her relax in his arms. Tony took this as his moment to go back to sleep so he shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her arm draped over his stomach, her head on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She was breathing softly, the sound lulling Tony to sleep and soon he could feel himself beginning to drift off.
The sound of her voice pulled him back to reality.
She remained silent for a moment. Y/N bit her lip and for a moment, she wished she hadn’t called his name. But she did, and now Tony was waiting for her to say something. And other than the one sentence which had been flashing in her mind like a bright neon sign for the past month, she didn’t really have anything else to say.
“I know it’s silly but…” She paused, inhaling sharply and Tony stroked her arm, scared she might cry again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
He didn’t respond immediately and a moment of strangely peaceful silence lingered in the air. It felt good to have it off her chest and surprisingly, Y/N didn’t fear getting rejected because even if he didn’t feel the same, they’d still be friends; and that was more than enough for her. Just knowing he was happy and safe was enough for her.
The sheets rustled as Tony moved under her. For a moment she thought he was going to remove himself from the bed, but instead, he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, and pushing Y/N to lie on her back instead. He looked down at her and instead of lying motionless and waiting for his response as any other person would after confessing their feelings, Y/N reached up and cupped his face in her hand.
Tony’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled softly, and when Y/N noticed, she smiled, too. They didn’t move for several seconds, but then Tony opened his eyes, removed her palm from his face and brought the back of her hand to his lips instead.
He pressed a long kiss to the soft flesh, looking at her face while his mouth was still against her skin.
“Why are you terrified?” He asked then, his voice quiet, laced with curiosity.
“Because,” she whispered back. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Tony smiled at her words, turning her hand and then kissing the inside of her wrist. With each kiss he moved his lips lower, leaving at least fifteen kisses on the inside of her arm alone.
“There is one thing you can do,” he told her, and when Y/N quirked a brow, the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kiss me.”
And just like that, Y/N was reaching out to cup his face again, using what little strength she could find at 2am to pull him closer. Tony held himself above her by placing his hand on the mattress next to her shoulder and leaning down to finally capture her lips with his own.
She held his face above her, lifting her head from the pillows to bring herself closer to him, and when their mouths met, she felt all her worries evaporating into the air. Tony’s lips were soft and his breath warm on her face.
They kissed softly, their mouths meeting time after time, and soon Tony was humming quietly at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He reached under the covers, carefully tracing her side and cupping the back of her thigh, slowly lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist.
He wanted to feel her closer and as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed her skin, Y/N hoped that he would never retreat.
But like most things in life, the kissing had to end sooner or later, and when both of them found themselves struggling for air, their lips parted and Tony pressed his forehead to her own. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and when Tony looked down, he noticed the shadow that her lashes had cast over the tops of her cheeks.
The room was quiet for a while with the exception of the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the logs in the fire in the corner of the room. Tony shifted his weight to one arm, still hovering above her and when she opened her eyes, he tucked a stand of hair behind her ear.
She smiled at the gesture, but then Tony leaned down and kissed her again, and her smile grew wider.
“If you’re terrified of loving me, then we can be terrified together because holding something as precious as your heart is a thousand times more difficult than any fight I’ve ever fought,” he told her solemnly, and she watched him in awe, letting a quiet giggle escape her when he kissed the tip of her nose.
“I love you, too,” he added quietly, and when she smiled, he returned to his previous position and pulled her in closer. Her head fell to rest on his chest again and this time, when they closed their eyes and began to feel themselves drift off, there was nothing at the back of their minds trying to overshadow the complete contentment they both felt.
@lilacxsehun requested: Jungkook/Reader inspired by the lyrics “He says I know what I want and I want it now I want you cause I’m Mr. Vain” in which Jungkook is the CEO of a big company you work for. Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; CEO/Boss AU Word Count: 12,037 Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at a CEO AU so I was very excited to get this request. As I was writing this, I wasn’t entirely sure if Jungkook’s position should constitute him more as a CEO or a boss but eh, ignore the technicalities.
Summary: In which an awkward first encounter with your new boss gives Jeon Jungkook all the more reason to make your job an interesting experience.
To say you are late would be a complete and utter, tragic and ill-fitting, understatement. By the time you were supposed to be here at the building, you had just finished adding the last minute touches to your hair with the straightener, and by the time you were supposed to be doing that you needed to finish your makeup and by the time that was happening—!
Well, you get the idea.
Point is, you are running incredibly behind on your schedule—as if life just wanted to prove a point that no matter how much it seemed you could stitch your life together by managing to land an interview for a company actually relevant to your degree, something always had to go wrong. It just so happens that the bad day you constantly worried about just had to occur today. On the day of your interview.
You think it might be enough to get you to scream. First, the power just had to cut off the night before, disarming your alarm clock and resetting all the previous settings so instead of just beeping at some abnormal time it just didn’t ring at all. Given that you had also forgotten to plug your phone in for charging the night before as well, there was no way that could have been any source of an alternative method for waking up. All of that led up to the simple fact regarding the issue that you have a very difficult time waking up in the morning even with an alarm, so having none only elevated that struggle, bursting out of bed after frantically wondering about the time, and attempting to compress an hour’s worth of preparation into 5 minutes.
So I decided to do a little collaboration with the beautiful @sketchyy-pencil with using her art as inspiration to write HCS for the cute doggies c: I have her permission to use her art. The drawings are hers and you can find the post HERE with their names HERE
Zen’s Dog: Jun the Siberian Husky
He was hungry for love… hungry for being wanted… hungry for someone to run up to him and welcome him home…. but also… someone to be there for him as a friend…..who looks up to him…. THAT IS WHY HE GOT A DOG. Dogs are loyal, love you unconditionally, will welcome you home, will look up to you, THEY ARE A MANS/WOMENS BEST FRIEND COME ON. He went to a breeder, and found this dog who was being ignored by everyone else. All of its brother and sisters were playing without him and when hew white dog tried to play with them, they growled at him and he walked away. THE FEELS WERE HIT OKAY. ZEN WAS GETTING THOSE FLASHBACKS AND HE RAN TO THE DOG AND HUGGED HIM SAYING THAT HE WILL BE HIS NEW FATHER. He took the puppy home and educated himself on how to take care of a husky.
Look, Zen becomes the way Jumin is with Elizabeth the 3rd. Zen practices his lines with the dog. He got a little care seat on his motorcycle so the dog can go with him to his special place. You do not fuck with his dog. The dog is like an exact replica of Zen. White fur with Red eyes making all the other dogs want to be him or want to be with him. The dog is really there for Zen in a emotional level. They both know how it is to be ignored and not loved. Okay TBH, Jun rarely gets dog food, he gets meat, chicken, ham, all that good stuff. Zen makes sure he runs the the fat off so he doesn’t get sick D: He makes sure the dog takes frequent ice baths c: He loves to go to the park and play catch with his doggie. They cant be there for long because of fans wanting to take pictures. BEST BELIEVE THIS DOG IS THERE POSING FOR THE PHOTO
Yoosung’s Dog: Rin the Corgi
Yoosung was tired of feeling lonely all the time and he decided to do something about it. He decided to join a new club at campus and he decided to join the CORGI APPRECIATION SQAUD club. He always wanted to be apart of a squad so he was an active member c: He started to find appreciation to the breed and decided to get one of his own c: The club gave him directions to this adoption center and thats where he met his best friend RIN THE CORGI :,D Rin was Yoosungs hype dog! Yoosung bought LOL shirts for her and everything. He loVES PLAYING WITH HER TINY LITTLE LEGS!!! HE LIKS TO FLICK IT AND SING TO HER WHILE HE RUBS HER BELLY. SHE BRINGS HIM HAPPINESS. LIKE HE BUYS PAJAMAS FOR HER AND EVERYTHING. REASON TO LIVE. REASON TO DO GOOD IN SCHOOL. SHE IS JUST A GOOD GIRL. LOVES TO HUG. SHE TRIPS SOMETIMES BUT ITS OKAY. YOOSUNG PICKS HER UP AND TAPS HER BUT A BIT.
HE TOOK HER A SHOWER. HE FILLED HIS TUB HALF WAY. PLOPPED HER IN WITH GOGGLES AND EVERYTHING. HER BUTT FUCKING FLOATED. HE LEGIT CRIED CAUSE IT WAS TOO CUTE.
Saeran’s Dog: Ciel the Doberman
Saeran actually met Ciel in the worst way possible. Ciel was Saerans personal guardian angel.
When Rika manipulated Saeran to join Mint Eye, he wasn't “conditioned” yet. He didnt know what Rika meant by that but 2 months later he was locked in the basement with little food and water. Men wearing white robes and black masks came in the basement and hosed down Saeran leaving him soaked and wet. They have him eat special food 3 times a day and thats all he gets. He doesn’t have clothes or a blanket. He just has a mattress and a pillow. He couldn’t believe Saeyoung would trade his freedom for his brother. Rika finally was convincing him that Saeyoung left him to die and that he must be cleansed by the lord. “The enemy is the RFA. The stole my happiness away from me. My main target is my own flesh and blood Saeyoung Choi. Mission? To Kill Him.” That was all he was thinking about when he was holding himself in the night trying to spread warmth throughout his body. Later in the night, he heard rapid footsteps around the basement. He thought it was a rat but he rubbed his eyes to try and see better. His vision cleared a bit and he saw a white puppy hiding behind one of the boxes holding bread in its mouth. The puppy looked at Saeran and ran into one of the empty boxes. Saeran went closer to the pups territory and kneeled down extending its hand so the puppy can know Saeran means no harm. The puppy trusted him and from that day on, the dog shared its stolen meal with Saeran and cuddled with him in the night so they both can stay warm.
However one afternoon, the puppy was hiding in its box waiting for nightfall to sneak out and grab food. The puppies nap was rudely interrupted when Rika and her followers barged into the basement to beat up Saeran because they accused him of stealing food. The three masked men were punching and kicking him leaving Saeran defenseless. The puppy didn’t think twice leaving his hidden box and went to attack the men. The puppy was biting their legs as if they were pieces of meat protecting his friend. Rika saw what was happening and was about to attack the puppy till Saeran interfered and protected his friend. Saeran finally decided to fully join her and her cult if they let him and his friend live like decent beings. Rika agreed knowing the medicine was now taking affect. She gave them a room and Chef to feed them and everything. From that day on, they were eachs other ride or die.
Jihyun/V’s Dog: Angel the Australian Shepard
Angel traveled around the world with V. She is a very loyal and friendly dog. The only problem V had with Angel is that for an odd reason, she hated Rika. Whenever Rika walked into the room, Angel growled and walked away. When Rika tried to cuddle with V, Angel jumped on the couch and sat on his lap demanding attention. Rika hated Angel and Angel hated her. She tried to convince V to get rid of Angel because her excuse was it was “damaging the relationship”. He told her no that he rather lose her than Angel. Angel barked and slept with V while Rika was planning on a thing called Mint Eye. Rika told V about her idea and Angel went and laid on top of V and growled at her. A sun can always disappear but an Angel will always be there.
MC’s Dog: Shin the Dalmatian
This dog is legit the worse dog guard ever. Zen convinced MC to get a dog to make sure she is safe and protected. She told Zen she already had a dog and that her name was Shin and that she was your pride and joy. The whole RFA felt better knowing you had a dog there ready to protect its master from any harms way.
V saw the messages and began to freak out thinking the dog could possibly smell the bomb so he just never logged back in LMAO IM SORRY HE HAS IMPORTANT SHIT TO DO
However, MC didnt tell them that Shin is the most friendliest dog ever. She plays with everyone and loves to play little jokes. MC usually smiled because Shin had the same personality as the person who gave MC the adorable Dalmatian, MC’s grandfather c: Whenever she had to make phone calls or answer emails for the party, Shin was mostly annoyed because she wasn’t getting any attention
When MC heard her window shattered she was frighten seeing a white haired man in her home. She knew that was Unknown but before she could say anything, Shin jumped ontop of the man knocking him to the floor. Shin was wagging her tail with a ball in her mouth. Unknown did not expect that reaction.
Unknown started to play fetch with Shin and joined them for dinner eating spaghetti with them.
Seven’s Dog: Chip the Shibu Inou
He was inspired to get this dog because he saw a meme on social media about Doge and he wanted one so bad. Screw Elly, if she didnt want or need his love, he was going to give it to someone who needs it. He decided to go to a shelter hoping he can find famous meme breed and after 8 different shelters, he couldn’t find the meme breed D: He was beginning to lose hope but he decided to try one more shelter. When he entered the shelter, he saw a 7 month year old Shibu Inu and he screeched like a little girl. He ran towards their cage and was beginning to baby talk to it. He paid for the papers and everything. He didnt prepare to have a animal in its home, so he fed it honey buddah chips. When the dog stuck his face inside the bag it got stuck and Seven began laughing. He removed the bag from the puppies face and noticed there was a chip on it heads. He decided to call his perfect companion Chip :) Short for Honey Buddha Chips :) The thing he loves the most is named after his love :,D
Seven decided to wear a Shibu Inu costume and slept on the floor with Chip so Chip wouldn’t feel lonely :,) After a couple of days later, he brought chip to sleep with him in his bed because the floor was getting uncomfortable. When Chip started to sleep with Seven, Sevens nightmare started to fade away. The guilt he carried inside his head and heart was being cured by chip, but it didnt mean his episodes stopped. One night Seven was having episodes when he was coding because he thought he saw a code saying “Saeran” in binary and he totally lost it. He fell to the ground crying grabbing his own hair. Chip grabbed a potato and ran to Seven giving the potato to him. He then went on his lap and cuddle him giving of “I’m here, everything will be okay vibes” :)
Jumin’s Dog: King Charles the German Shepard
Jumin only thought about getting a dog because he was getting tired of Saeyoung trying to sneak into his pent house and grab Elizabeth 3rd.
He knew Saeyoung could get past the guards and fuck up the security system easily, so he decided to tell Assistant Kang to look for breeder that has the highest qualifications to breed guard dogs. He finally got the information from Assistant Kang and personally went with Elizabeth 3rd to find the perfect dog to protect Elizabeth. Of course Elizabeth must come along to help him find the perfect dog that is suitable for her taste. He had Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms with security guards around him because he was paranoid a dog might react aggressively seeing a precious feline.
He entered the training camp and noticed how obedient the dogs where, but they already belong to the trainers. The breeder took him to the 1-2 year old dogs who matured enough to be obedient. He walked in the special area and there was this black German Shepard that has been eyeing Jumin and Elizabeth from far away. Jumin didnt notice because he was noticing how Elizabeth the 3rd was feeling a bit nervous. Jumin didnt notice that there was an untrained angry dog on the lose and it was heading towards Elizabeth the 3rd. Elizabeth knew she was in danger and jumped out of her fathers arm and ran for it, she put Forest Gump to shame, she was having her own kitty Vietnam flashbacks. Jumin notice the angry dog about to attack Elizabeth till a black German Shepard who’ve been observing the whole situation decided to attack the other dog and defend Elizabeth. The two dogs were fighting till the owner of the untrained dog got a hold of the rude dog and took him back to his cage for training. Jumin ran quickly to the fierce black German Shepard and notice it had a bite mark around its neck. He noticed Elizabeth 3rd climb onto the back of the dog and licked the battle wound and Jumin fell in love with the dog. He bought the dog right away and he was preparing paperwork to sue the trainer for almost hurting his precious feline. He welcomed King Charles with open arms because it saved his heart, his everything, Elizabeth 3rd.
Jumin left a camera in the penthouse and camped out in his car to see if King Charles can do his job
1 hour later Seven sneaked in and right when he made it pass the kitchen, King Charles attacked Seven by barking and chasing him off the penthouse.
Jumin trained him to not the hurt the RFA but to scare them LMAO
when he noticed everything on the camera, he bought King Charles a diamond collar.
Jaehee’s Dog: Mocha the Beagle
This precious little Beagle is Jaehees best friend. She is always waiting for Jaehee to come home from a long day of being Jumins slave. She picked up Mocha while she kicked off her shoes and threw her fake as glasses on the couch. She gave Mocha a quick kiss on her adorable forehead and gently flicked her long soft ears. UGH MOCHAS EARS.
Jaehee then went to kitchen and placed Mocha on the chair and began talking to Mocha about her day while making coffee. People may not believe her when she tells them, but Mocha actually responds back by giving different variations of a bark. If she disagrees with something, mostly what Jumin makes her do, Mocha gives a mad bark with a little growl. If she agrees, she barks happily with a little pant.
Jaehee just smiles at her canine thanking the moment she first met Mocha.
It was a heavy rainstorm that on particular night and Mr. Han offered to take Jaehee to her apartment because she took a cab to work. She politely agreed and hold and umbrella over Mr. Hans head so he wouldn’t get wet.
Her whole left shoulder was soaking wet but she had to do it for her boss. They were halfway there to the limo but she heard a faint cry. She stopped and Mr. Han got a bit week and looked annoyed. He was tugging her to continue walking but she didnt. She kept looking for the noise and saw a box with a little head poking outside of it. She dragged Mr. Han to the car and pushed him inside and ran back to help the helpless creature. She almost lost her job but she knows Jumin cant find no one better than her. :)
*This probably only applies to those of you entering college, as high school lab work seems to be much more chill. Also, this is just my experience and may very well vary from place to place.*
Sleep a decent amount of hours (if you can, have a nap right before) and EAT BEFORE YOU GO THERE - lab work is physically exhausting, you’re usually there for several hours and you can count the times you get to sit down on one hand.
Read whatever information you are given about your lab work beforehand. You don’t want to get there and not know what’s going on.
Be active! There’s nothing worse than a lab partner than needs to be told to do things. If you’ve read whatever info you were given, you’ll have an idea of what to do so take the initiative. Offer to do stuff. Don’t just stand around waiting for orders.
Wear layers. Labs are freezing cold 10% of the time and scorching hot 90% of the time (especially once you put on your lab coat). The heat is specially bad because you may even get dizzy so please wear layers (the lightest one should be a short-sleeve or tank fop).
Water bottle - heat = dehydration
Hair tie - tie your hair up. Just do it.
WEAR COMFY SHOES - you may think those boots are soo comfy and chic but I guarantee you’ll change your mind after there hours of standing. Sneakers are the way to go
Yes you can just have one lab coat. But you still need to wash it. Volatile solvents don’t mask B.O.
Things break. Try your best not to break them but know that it’s not that big of a deal so don’t worry too much if you do.
‘Water’ always means deionized water. Always. Unless stated otherwise. Seriously, it can ruin your whole experiment. Also when you’re washing any equipment, you should always give them one last rinse with deionized water.
If you need to take away from something you’re weighting or a liquid you’re transfering with a pippete, that never goes back into the ‘original tub’. It’s a residue.
Painted nails + organic solvents equal ruined nails. Gloves don’t help. Beware. But, gloves are great and v recommended if you’re dealing with oh idk rat pee.
Once you get home, you’re probably just going to want to pass out. Don’t. Do whatever you have to do (have coffee ready?) to write as much as you remember about what you’ve done. It makes writing the lab write-up. So. Much. Easier.
On the same note, if you know you have something due the day after a lab, get it done beforehand because you probably won’t have the energy to do it afterwards. If you have lab work all week long (like I do), get as much done on the weekend as possible
Listen, if you know an upper classman who’s taken that class, ask to borrow their write-ups. Beg for them if you must. They will save your life.
Have a lab write-up template. You can look for one online or model It after your professor’s directions or an upper-classman’s write-up. Having something that you can just ‘fill in’ is super convenient.
When I went to my psychiatrist to get my T letter, the guy told me that I was one of the most informed people about HRT that he’s had a visit with. He told me that he’s had people like me(referring to other trans people) or identified otherwise, trying to get him to give them a T letter, but not many were informed on what it would do. He was explaining how appointment after appointment, he still wouldn’t provide the letter because they didn’t need it. They WANTED it, but had no need for it. They didn’t have dysphoria, thus they didn’t need the medication needed to treat it. If you don’t have dysphoria, I want you go think long and hard before you decide to get in HRT. Do your fucking research man. Cause testosterone won’t make you a pretty boy™, it will make you a man with a hairy butt and deep voice and hair, everywhere. And I mean everywhere. You will stink, your face will chance and will be a man, not a boy. Think of yourself when you are 50, is this really what you need? Do you feel so out of place in your body that this is the way you know you need to go? If so, then go forth, but be informed. Don’t go in blind. I’m not saying this to make you feel bad, I’m saying this because I am genuinely concerned, and do not want you to be upset when your doctor won’t allow you to get on hrt when you don’t need it, or when you do get on hrt and it does more than you expect. If the changes are too fast and too much, that’s understandable, but if the changes aren’t things you want at all, then maybe you aren’t trans and weren’t meant to transition buddy. There’s a reason you need to visit a psychiatrist for a T letter, it’s so you don’t make a mistake. Really do think about what you are doing, cause this isn’t a choice of life, it is a need of treatment, and if you don’t have the condition, then you don’t need the treatment.
Summary: You and Sam both have insomnia, so you find a way to entertain yourselves.
Word Count: 1550
A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote Sam x reader. Hope you enjoy! XOXO
Insomnia does weird things to a person.
Under no other circumstances would you be sitting in the library of the bunker, reading about the weaponry forged in fourteenth century Japan to combat a monster that was essentially an ocean-dwelling werewolf.
So, @witches-ofcolor and I were talking about how we feel
(and others) that the natural hair community has pretty much forgotten that
type 4 (especially 4c) hair exists. Type 4 people aren’t being as praised and
recognized in the natural hair community as we should despite the fact that the
natural hair movement was kind of made for us.
Type four girls/boys are the ones who were supposed to be
uplifted by the movement and encouraged and people tend to forget we exist.
Even worse, people (even in the natural hair community) act
like having type 4 hair especially 4c hair is a bad thing. So many people don’t
go natural because they fear they’re gonna have type 4 hair.
So…that said, we
think there needs to be a day to appreciate people with type 4 hair. The natural
hair community has done such a bad job at it as it is, even natural hair
product companies ignore type 4 people, so we need a day to ourselves.
So on July 1st 2017, we are going to be hosting a
little event in appreciation for Type 4 hair. It’s simple, if you have type 4
hair, then just post a picture of yourself (or submit to this blog), and we’ll
reblog it. The day will be tagged #naturalhair day, so make sure you tag that.
This way, there will be some well needed recognition for
type 4 people.
So please, reblog this post, and spread the word. Because Type
4 hair is so underappreciated and I think a day like this will show people just
how amazing their hair is.
If you have any questions please ask!
I’ll probably make more promos later on! So follow this blog for updates or just track #naturalhair day, to keep up with updates! Thanks!
Description: Hoseok decides it’s never too early for a bit of dessert.
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: Don’t ask. I just needed to write this. It’s been plaguing me. Shoutout to @ellieljade who’s become my beta, apparently. Obviously, this was the next stage of friendship we were meant to ascend to.
Summary: We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege.
I highly recommend that you listen to Reset by Tiger JK while reading this! :>
The elastic of your hair tie tugs at your ponytail as you reach to tighten it, but the sting on your scalp is nothing compared to the churning pit in your stomach. The gathering perspiration on the palms of your hands is way too slick to be attributed to the heat of the midday sun alone, and you consider retreating back to the safety of your dorm instead.
The shade of the indoor sports centre provides no respite from the sweltering weather, but the sight of the other students already gathered and starting their own warm ups sends panic pulsing through your veins. The incredulity of the situation makes you want to scoff: you, the most unathletic person ever, actually signed up for a volleyball elective. If not for the uni’s regulation that each student fulfil a minimum of 1 sports module, there’s no way you’ll ever willingly indulge in any physical activity more strenuous than running for the bus.
You chuck your bag into the lockers near the stands, trying to stall for time as you tighten the hold of your ponytail one more time before smoothing down the front of your shirt. Maybe it won’t be that bad, you try to convince yourself. Volleyball is just a more intense game of don’t let the balloon hit the floor; so how hard can it be?
The sound of a whistle blowing and shoes squeaking across the indoor court puts an end to your musing, and you slam the door of the locker closed before heading to the centre of the court with all the other students. Most of them seem to be dressed in sports jerseys of some sort, donning sweatbands and kneepads that make them look like actual professional players. A cursory glance around confirms that you’re one of the few students not sporting such extra accessories, and you curse inwardly for not choosing a more beginner friendly sport like track and field or basketball.
BTS Reaction: Wanting cuddles from you after a long day (request)
You were close to a deep sleep when Jin practically busted in through the door.
He took his sweater and shirt off and threw it on the floor as he made his way to the bathroom. Thinking you were asleep, he turned on all the lights in the bathroom, took a shower and loudly brushed his teeth.
He then came out of the bathroom “Y/n… Jagi, you still asleep?”
“Yes.” you groaned, rolling on to your back. “Someone was at war with their teeth in the very bright bathroom so it woke me up.”
“Sorry jagi. I was just frustrated.” he explained as he slid up next to you.
“Just got a lot of shit from everyone today.” he huffed.
“Sorry to hear that. Wanna to talk about it? I’m awake now.” you said with a small chuckle.
“Yeah, but can you cuddle me too? I really just want cuddles right now.” he said nestling up to you.
You were up late, cozy on the couch and catching up with your new favorite drama as you waited for Suga.
You were well into the episode when your tired looking boyfriend walked through the door.
“Hi babe!” you smiled
He dragged himself over to you, not an expression on his face. He stopped right in front of you, blocking the tv.
“Babe, move. I can’t see the tv.”
Without a word he took the remote out of your hand, threw the blanket off you and dropped himself in your arms.
“Aw, babe, you tired?” you cooed.
He didn’t answer, he just rested his head on your chest and placed his feet over yours.
You knew the drill. You threw the blanket over the both of you and began running your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. Your heart warmed when you saw a slight smile on his face.
“I love you.” he said in a low groan.
“I love you too.” you said softly as you kissed the top of his head.
Despite his words, you stayed up til the late hours of the night until he came home. It wasn’t until 2 am that he finally came back.
“Babe, I told you to not wait up for me.” was the first thing he said when he came through the door and found you on tumblr.
“I know, but just because you are my talents and handsome boyfriend, that doesn’t mean you tell me what to do.”
He came up to you, leaned down, and kissed you. “I’m going to shower” *kiss* “then wash up” *kiss* “and I expect you to be waiting for me in bed because I just had a bad day and I really need your cuddles.”
You cupped his face, seeing all the tired in his eyes. “Aww, baby, I’m sorry you had a bad day, go wash up, don’t worry I’ll be waiting for you.”
You were a bit annoyed by his extra long shower, but at least he looked a bit more relaxed when he stepped out. He made his way next to you, letting you wrap yourself around him.
“So what happened today?” you asked as you began to play with his hair.
“Agh, you know, I accidentally broke an important prop and it set back recording and I got yelled at alot…I just feel like shit.”
“Don’t think about it anymore.” you said softly as you kissed his temple. “Tomorrow is a new day so just forget about how today went”
You traced his jaw and he smiled at the small tickle causing you to poke at his dimples.
“Well, your cuddles are really helping me forget.”
You were in the kitchen late at night, getting your lunch ready for tomorrow. You heard the door open and the familiar rhythm of Hoseok’s bags being dropped by the door.
Without looking up you called out, “Hi Hobi! Finally you are back!”
You heard his steps come into the kitchen and before you knew it, he was hugging you from behind.
“How was your day?” you asked cheerfully.
You didn’t get an answer out of him. Instead, you heard sniffles and felt droplets land on your shoulder.
You looked up and him and saw him crying. Immediately you dropped everything and cupped his face, wiping his tears away. “Baby, what happened?”
He shook his head at you. “I had a really really long day.” he whimpered.
You threw your arms around him and held him tight. “Why don’t we go to bed and watch tv and unwind and just talk about your day?”
He shook his head again. “Cuddle me?” his voice cracked
“Of course.” you cooed. you grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.
“A-and can you massage the sides of m-my head like you always do?”
“Yes baby.” you smiled.
You lay in bed, a bit upset that your boyfriend becuse he wasn’t home when he said he was going to be. You hated to do what you were about to do, but you just wanted to know where he was.With much hesitancy, you gave him a call, scared that you were interrupting their late practice or recording.
After a few dial tones, he picked up. ”Yeah?” He was really tired it was obvious in his voice.
“Hi baby.” you said in an innocent tone
“I was just… wondering when you would be getting home… that’s all.”
“I’m in the elevator… I just started walking down the hall” he said in a huff
“Oh let me get the door!”
“Nah, just stay where you are, I’m already going to open the door.”
He hung up the phone and you soon heard the front door open. You sat up in bed, ready to finally talk to him.
He walked into the room as tired as ever. He couldn’t even put a small smile on his face when he saw you. He crawled into bed, coming right up to you ans putting his head on your lap. “Hi Jagi.” he sighed.
“Taetae, are you tired?”
“Yeah… Long day…” he said with this eyes closed
He looked so cute, his tired face just resting on your lap in peace.
You lightly traced your fingers over his features and ran your fingers through his hair.
“Hmmmmmm” he hummed with a smile. “…Babe?”
He opened his eyes and looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. “Cuddle me? Please?”
He lay down on his side of the bed, you coming up behind him and wrapping your arms and legs around him.
“Tighter?” he asked when he turned around to face you.
You did so, smiling to yourself when he dug his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around you.
You had just washed up when you heard Jimin drop his things by the door.
“Chimchim!: you greeted as you walked up to him and hugged him.
“Hey jagi” he said in a tired voice. He held you loosely and gave you a sad excuse of a kiss.
“Aw, you barely kissed me.” you pouted. “Jimin are you that tired today? You look like a zombie.”
“Y-yeah.” his voice cracked.
“Jimin, what’s wrong?”
“Long day.” he mumbled as he slid his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.
“Yeah? Wannna talk about it?”
He shook his head. “Can we- can we just stay like this for a while?” he asked softly.
“Sure baby.” you hugged him tighter and rubbed his back, hearing him sigh from time to time.
You were up late working on the extra things you didn’t have time to finish in the office. Eventually you finished and you finally noticed the time. “Oh my goodness, 2 am?!?”
Sure it was late, but you weren’t that tired, plus, Jungkook was going to be home any minute.. Like clock work, you heard the front door open and soon he walked into the room.
He saw you, but he didn’t say hi. Instead he just pulled off his shirt, slid down his pants and he jumped into bed.
That was unlike him, he always made it a point to talk to you a bit before he fell asleep.
You didn’t think anything of it, you washed up and then got into bed with him.
He wasn’t asleep but he didn’t crawl up next to you like he always does.
“Kookie, what’s wrong? Why are you so quiet?”
He just shook his head at you.
“Are you mad at me?” you asked hesitantly
For the first time, he looked at you, lazily propping himself up on his elbow, exposing his already messy hair. “What?!? No! It’s just-” he stopped himself, shaking his head again.
“Did you have a long day? A bad day?”
“Yeah,” he sighed.
“My Jungkookie need cuddles!” you declared. You immediately hugged him and peppered his face with kisses.
Instantly you could feel his tension disappear and he even giggled at your kisses. “Aish, you know just how to make me feel better!”