#dumpling raps

[fairyhaos]

◈ right next to the heart // chwe hansol

vernon x gn!reader, 1.9k+ words

tags: requested by @weird-bookworm, non-idols au, established relationship, hurt/comfort

warnings: pet names (darling), food mention

notes: writing this made me realise that writing hurt comfort where yn is in the wrong is so rare,,, but this was so entertaining to write ^^

“You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

Hansol looks up at you from his bowl of dumplings and shrimp tempura that he’d been ready to devour before you’d spoken. Today is Chinese takeout day, and he’s been craving tempura for ages.

“Um.” He sets down his chopsticks, seeing the upset frown on your face. “No, I haven’t?”

It seems to be the wrong thing to say, because you frown even further, face scrunching up in annoyance. “Yes, you have. When was the last, actual conversation we had today?”

The question sounds rhetorical, but you’re staring at Hansol like he needs to give an actual answer, so he swallows unsurely, thinking back. 

It’s a Saturday, so both of you have been at home, doing nothing but having a chill day. That morning, however, you’d come up to him whilst he was lounging on the couch, informing him that you didn’t feel too well so you planned to lie in bed for most of the day.

“Okay,” Hansol had said, looking up at you worriedly. “Is everything alright?”

He’d sat up, reaching upwards to feel your forehead, but you’d shaken your head and waved his concern away.

“I’m fine. I’m not, like, sick. I just feel a bit down? So I’m going to stay in bed.”

Hansol had nodded at that, understanding. “Okay. Just let me know if you need anything.”

You’d promised you would, and that had been the last he’d seen of you.

That interaction seems to be the correct answer, so Hansol turns to you, blinking a little unsurely. “Uh, when you told me you wanted to stay in bed this morning? You weren’t feeling too good.”

“Oh, so you do remember,” you say, sounding both irritated and upset, and now Hansol is most definitely lost. “If you knew that I was having a bad day today, then why did you purposefully ignore me? Do you really care so little about me?”

Your words hit him like a punch to the throat, and Hansol feels so startlingly hurt by your statement that he can’t say anything back, mouth hanging open in shock, astounded.

His Chinese takeout is now completely forgotten, the mood souring so abruptly and he doesn’t feel like eating anymore. Not with the way you’re looking at him, with the words that you’d just uttered that leave him reeling. He never imagined that you'd say something like that to him.

You scoff as his mind stays completely blank, still in shock.

“You can’t even say anything in your defence, can you?” You roughly stand up from the dining table, chair scraping against the floor and storm off, all the way back to your room. The sound of you slamming the door echoes throughout the apartment.

Hansol still sits there, feeling confused and… very hurt. He doesn’t know what he did wrong. He doesn’t know how your mind jumped to the conclusion that he doesn’t care about you, which is so wrong on so many levels that he feels his heart squeezing painfully at the implication that he did something to make you think that way.

But the pain is kind of offset by the fact that Hansol doesn’t know what he did. Why are you acting like this?

He can’t very well get the answers he’s looking for by just sitting there and not talking to you, so he stands up too, and makes his way to your room.

“Y/N,” he says, knocking on your door. “Y/N, hey, talk to me. What are you talking about?”

“Go away,” is your muffled reply. It sounds like you’ve buried your face in the cushions. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Y/N,” Hansol repeats, “please talk to me. I’m sorry you feel like this, okay? But I don’t know why you’re upset. I need to know what I did wrong. Please open the door and talk to me.”

You stay silent.

Hansol sighs. He raps his knuckles against your door again, contemplating, before deciding to pull out his most effective tactic.

“Darling,” he says, very quietly. “Darling, please, can we talk about this?”

You love pet names. Love the corny affection of it, how it’s like a special name for your significant other. Hansol doesn’t really understand the appeal, because he prefers to say your name over anything else, but, well. He loves you. He’ll do anything to show that he loves you, always.

“Please open the door for me, darling.”

There’s a very long moment where he thinks you’re still refusing to budge, but then the doorknob turns very slowly, and you open the door a sliver.

Hansol puts his hand on the door, opening it just a little more so he can look at you properly, see your face better. You won’t look at him, head tilted down sullenly, but Hansol opens his mouth and begins to speak anyway.

“You said that I’ve been ignoring you. What makes you think that?”

He can see you clench teeth, jaw set tight. You still don’t look at him. 

“Why do you care?”

“I—” Hansol sighs, tired, and pushes open the door fully, before stepping into your room and dragging you over to sit down on the bed. “Why are you acting like this?” he asks, once both of you are seated. 

You’re still steadfastly refusing his gaze, so he brings a hand to your chin and forces your eyes upwards.

“Why?” he asks again. “What is making you think that I no longer care about you? You told me you were having a bad day, Y/N, so I let you stay in bed and relax. Why does that make you think I’ve been ignoring you?”

“Because you were!” you burst out, waving your hands angrily. At least you’re keeping eye contact, now, burning with upset. “I was having a bad day, and what did you do? Leave me to rot in my room all by myself! You left me alone, Hansol, and ignored me!”

Hansol blinks, dumbfounded. “You never asked me to stay with you,” he says back. “I told you to shout for me if you needed anything, but you didn’t, so I thought you were fine.”

You huff, irritated, like Hansol is the one acting unreasonably here, and he’s beginning to feel a little like he’s being wronged. 

“You’re my boyfriend,” you say, like it’s obvious. Your eyes look glassy. “You should know these things about me, and be there for me without me even asking!”

And then, like you’ve had enough of this conversation, you get up from the bed and storm out, again. Hansol rubs his eyes, feeling drained. He understands that you’ve been having a bad day, which is made obvious by how something as little as this is making you explode in his face.

He feels bad for you, of course, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel incredibly frustrated with the way you’re acting. None of this is his fault.

“Y/N,” he says despairingly, getting up to go look for you once more. “Y/N, come on, we really need to talk through this. You’re not being fair.”

“Just leave me alone,” you say, voice floating through the apartment from the living room, and he enters to find you sitting on the couch, hugging your knees. There are tears now running down your cheeks, eyes beginning to get all puffy, and you frown at him as he sits down next to you.

Hansol looks at you, and then looks away. He reaches over for the box of tissues kept on the coffee table, and hands one to you. You look down at it, before reaching over for the box and getting a tissue yourself.

He tries not to feel too slighted by the obvious snub, and folds up the tissue to put into his own pocket. And then he continues to sit there, observing you quietly as you blow your nose and rub at your eyes, still crying silently.

After a few minutes, you look over at him with puffy eyes. “What are you doing?”

He shrugs, a little meek. “I’m trying not to leave you alone.”

You give a watery huff, trying to scowl even as your lips tremble, and you look down at your knees once again. You’re not in a mood to talk—he’s accepted that. But he’ll just wait until you are.

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It takes almost half an hour, but eventually you wipe your eyes for the last time, take a deep breath, and turn around on the couch to properly face him. Hansol immediately snaps to attention, turning his body to face you too.

“Sorry,” you mutter, sullenly. “I was being a brat.”

He sighs. “You were,” he admits, not unkindly. “I’m just your boyfriend, darling. Not a mind reader. There’s always going to be stuff that you need to tell me about, if you want something. I can’t automatically know things all the time.”

“Yeah, I know, I just—” You scrub your eyes, shoulders slumping. “I’ve been having a really bad day. It’s no excuse, I know,” you add, before he says anything, “but it’s been really, really bad, today.”

Hansol nods sympathetically, and reaches over to pat your hair. “I know. And I want you to tell me that, so I can help. We need to communicate this stuff to each other.”

“Okay. Yeah, okay. I should’ve told you instead of just blowing up all in your face like that,” you say, and your eyes flick up to look at him. “I’m sorry. I really, really am.”

You say it so quietly, no trace of any lingering anger or sulkiness in your tone, and Hansol kind of melts. He’s always been soft for you, and it’s evident now as he instantly opens his arms for a hug, letting you press up into him, face buried into his shoulder.

“It was really stupid of me to think that you’d just read my mind,” you say into the fabric of his t-shirt. “I’m so sorry, Hansol. And—god, I’m so sorry for saying that you don’t care about me. I know you do, so much, all the time, and I’m sorry for saying that. It’s not true, and I know it.”

“Hey, hey,” Hansol says, rubbing circles into your back to calm you down before you can work yourself up any more. “It’s okay. It’s okay, darling, I know.”

There comes sniffling sounds from below his chin. “I’m sorry.”

He smiles. “I know that too. And I forgive you.”

You sniff again. "You forgave me way too easily," you say, guiltily, words all blurred with remorse. "You always forgive people so easily."

He pats your back slowly, and he can't explain it, but his heart swells a little at your words. Something about the softness of your tone, the acceptance that you've done something to hurt him, the genuine guilt and also the love... You're essentially berating him for being too forgiving, but all he can think about is how much he loves you.

"Maybe," he says, as nonchalantly as he can with the affection blending into his voice. "But I still forgive you."

You make a soft noise at that, before burying yourself to hide further in the crook of Hansol’s neck, and he lets you.

“Hey,” you say after a moment, soft. “I love you.”

Hansol smiles, the genuine affection in your words saying more than what those mere eight letters can convey. He kisses the top of your head. 

“I love you too,” he returns, and pulls away a bit so he can see your face, tilting your head up so that you make eye contact. His eyes are focused on you, gentle and kind. “Let’s communicate with each other more about this stuff, yeah? I don’t want you to think that I don’t care about you again.”

There’s a moment where your eyes search his, darting back and forth before you smile, and lean back into his arms.

“Don’t worry. I already know.”

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[disneyparksattractionstournament]

Disney obscure songs tournament matchups

Substitutiary Locomotion vs So Close

To Be Free vs A world without fences

The Sweetest Sounds vs Fearless

It’s Fun to Be Free vs As long as there’s christmas

There's a great big beautiful tomorrow vs It’s what’s inside that counts

Pericles of Athens vs Carrying the banner

Elena of Avalor Theme Song vs Ain't No Doubt About It

Forget About Love vs Color spectrum song

We've Just Begun To Dream' vs Boo Bop Bopbop Bop (I Love You, Too)

Stories vs Great Outdoors

(We Used To) Listen to the Land vs Little Orange Bird

High adventure vs I miss you

Riddle diddle 123 vs One Little Spark

Make me look good vs The world will know

Diggin' in dinoLand vs Trick or Treat (for Halloween)

Destino vs Ballad of Davy Crockett

The Best Time of Your Life vs Petey’s king of France

Destiny vs The Song of the Seeonee

Space Angels vs My Lullaby

Happily ever after vs Let’s Go Back to the Future

Canada (you're a lifetime journey) vs Whistle Stop (Ragtime Demo)

Once and for all vs Why Me?

Come little children vs In the Space Between

Blue Milk Surprise vs Universe of energy loop/theme

Magic Journeys vs Le Festin

Queen of Mean vs The Bear Band Serenade

One Dance vs Junkyard society rag

Wherever You Are vs Naked mole rap

He lives in you vs If I Never Knew You

Can’t back down vs Morning report

We've Come So Far vs Rolie polie olie theme

It's a Kick vs The Mickey Mouse Club

Humiliate The Boy vs Scrooge

Boo to you vs Minnie’s Yoo-Hoo

Tomorrows Child vs The Apple Song

Eglantine vs Night falls

Baloo's Blues vs Quit Playing Games With My Head

Kitchen Cabaret vs One step closer

Love (Robin Hood Version) vs Babkak, Omar, Aladdin, Kassim

Wishes vs Oo-De-Lolly (Country Western Score Demo)

In a Heartbeat vs Call Me, Beep Me

Your Side of the Line vs Promise

It's Gonna Get Weird vs Dig It

Extraordinary vs I'm Walking Right Down the Middle of Main Street U.S.A.

Remember the magic vs The Man With The Golden Touch

Follow your heart vs Evermore

Own the night vs It’s on

John Henry vs On this magic night

Do I Love You Because You’re Beautiful vs We go on/Illuminations

If you had wings vs A Step in the Right Direction

Making memories vs Not in Nottingham (Prince John version)

The Spartan Anthem/Spar OTC Fight Song vs Disney Sing-Along Songs Theme Song

What’s My Name vs One Good Man

Talespin Theme Song vs Fantasmic! Main Theme

Next stop anywhere vs Snuff Out the Light

Midas Curse vs Follow the compass of your heart

Surprise in the Skies vs Welcome To The Forty Thieves

Paul Bunyan vs Grim grinning ghosts

One of Us vs Beneath the Laughing Sky

Passamaschloddy vs Shadowland

Phantom manor overture vs If we were a movie

A Whale of a Tale vs Brothers All

Chop away at my heart vs Eating the peach

The Apple Dumpling Gang vs Suitcase And A Dream

[stobinesque]

the mouth that feeds you

A birthday fic for the lovely @legitcookie! Hope you're having the best day, Jen :) Ronance | rating: E | wc: 4k | cw/tags: Office Sex, Desk Sex,Lingerie, thigh biting, Stone Top Robin, Sassy Pillow Princess Nancy (kinda), 'sir' used as an honorific, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Dacryphilia (just a dash), Edging, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting [there's...a lot going on here] [ READ ON AO3 ]

Robin rapped her knuckles against the doorframe to Nancy's office as she held her bag of takeout aloft. A minute later, Nancy’s head popped into view, a soft smile lighting up her face.

"What are you doing here?"

“You said you were on deadline. Figured you hadn’t eaten yet. So.” Robin raised the bag a little higher. “Delivery service.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Nancy stepped aside, opening the door wider to welcome Robin in.

Robin pushed past her, settling on the small table that sat opposite Nancy’s big fancy desk with an eye roll. “I know I didn’t have to.” She shrugged. “I like taking care of you.”

Nancy glanced over at Robin from beneath her lashes. “I like being taken care of.”

Robin cackled. “I know you do, princess. Now eat up. You’re not allowed to keep working until you’ve consumed at least half of that.” Robin crossed her arms over her chest and leveled Nancy with a stare. “I’m watching.”

Nancy shot back a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

Robin raised a brow, roping Nancy into the ring of her arms as she made her way back to her desk. “It’s ‘sir’, and you know it,” Robin said, letting her voice go all rumbly.

Nancy flushed a pretty shade of pink, and Robin had to bite back a smile. Flustering Nancy Wheeler was one of life’s great joys. “Yes sir,” Nancy whispered.

“Good,” Robin said with a decisive little nod. She pressed a firm kiss to Nancy’s forehead then dropped her arms, letting the other woman pull back to take a look inside the takeout bag.

 “There’s only enough in here for me.”

Robin shook her head with a rueful smile. “Nance, it’s almost midnight. I’ve already eaten.”

Nancy turned away, looking almost sheepish as she snatched the food from the table and brought it back to her desk.

Robin watched Nancy walk across the office with a forced composure, and squeezed her legs, rubbing her thighs together to relieve the anticipatory ache building. There was nothing more fun than taking Nancy apart when she was determined to hold herself together. Robin tilted her head to the side, regarding Nancy with a covetous gaze, as she said with a considering sort of tone, “I haven’t had dessert yet.”

“Oh?” Nancy was faced away from her, but her voice gave everything away.

“Yeah. You have anything in here that’ll satisfy my sweet tooth?”

Nancy sat back at her desk, pulling out the containers of lo mein and dumplings from the bag. She situated a pair of chopsticks in her hands and clicked them together while she appeared to mull over the question. “I might…”

Robin smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind then.”

Nancy smiled and ducked her head, taking a careful bite of her noodles. Robin watched intently as Nancy ate several mouthfuls, before switching over to the carton of dumplings and plucking one out.

Generally Nancy wasn’t the type to forget about her bodily needs, but she had a tendency to lose herself whilst in the single-minded pursuit of a story.

It was maybe the thing Robin found most attractive about her—though it was in a tough competition—but it drove her to her wit’s end in equal measure.

Watching Nancy eat the food she’d provided smoothed back the hackles of the part of her that went wild at the thought of her girl’s needs not being met.

“You’re doing such a good job, babe,” Robin murmured.

Nancy rolled her eyes as she took a bite of the noodles. “Don’t condescend to me.”

Robin pressed a hand to her chest in mock offense. “Me? Condescend? I would never. I think you’re getting the two of us confused.”

Nancy pointed her chopsticks at Robin. “Rude.”

“Mmm, whatcha gonna do about it, Nance?”

“Cut you off for a week.”

“Only a week? That how long you think you could last without me eating you out, honey?”

“That’s about how long I think you could go before begging to get on your knees for me.”

Robin hopped down from her perch and stalked across the room, bracing her hands on the edge of Nancy’s desk. “I think you’ve got a misguided understanding of what’s going on here, Ms. Wheeler. Care for me to remind you?”

Robin didn’t wait for Nancy to answer, just dropped down to her knees in a practiced move.

There were lots of ways to get on your knees for someone—both in body and spirit. For most people it brought to mind being brought to heel: debasing oneself for another’s gratification; someone literally lowering themselves before another for the sake of that person’s pleasure.

But Robin liked the thrill of choosing to be there. Of driving someone so wild they didn’t have the choice but to accept whatever you gave them.

So Robin dropped to her knees with all of the submissiveness of a jungle cat, and crawled into the space between Nancy’s legs. Her legs parted without Robin needing to so much as ask. This was where Robin wanted to be, always. Nancy had gotten that much right.

Robin couldn’t see her face, but she could feel her stare. Could picture the way Nancy’s mouth had dropped open into a round ‘O.’

“Robs…”

Robin leaned far enough forward to look up and meet Nancy’s gaze from beneath the desk. “Keep eating your dinner, babe. I think I’ve found my desert.”

Robin reached up to work open the zipper at the side of Nancy’s skirt, and Nancy lifted her hips to help Robin shimmy her out of it. The black fabric pooled on the ground at Nancy’s feet, and Robin reached down to carefully lift each foot out of the ring of fabric. She had long abandoned her set of sharp black heels for the day, and a part of Robin bemoaned the missed chance to carefully pull them free from Nancy’s feet.

The disappointment was short-lived, though, as Robin looked up and took in the sight of Nancy half-dressed beneath the desk. She was wearing a set of old-fashioned stockings Robin had gifted her earlier that year. Dark nylon, with a seam she knew to be running up the back of each leg, even though she couldn’t see them from here.

Knowing it was there was enough.

And maybe when Robin was through with her first course she could lay Nancy out on the desk for a proper feast. (She was maybe losing the thread of her meal-based metaphors at this point.)

Robin rubbed a thumb over the sheer fabric stretched across one ankle bone, working her hand up the length of Nancy’s leg. Distantly, Robin heard Nancy hum, and the soft rustling sound of fabric against fabric as she shifted in her seat.

Robin dragged careful, blunted nails over the surface of one calf. Enough to raise goosebumps in her wake, but without so much force as to cause a snag or tear in the stockings.

Above her, Nancy sighed, legs widening ever-so-slightly to invite Robin’s touch.

Robin mirrored her movements on Nancy’s other leg, sending twin paths of sensation across her skin.

When Robin reached the apex of Nancy’s thighs, she rested her hands on the lace capping the stockings there, hooking her thumbs beneath the straps that connected them to the garter belt, which were dark against the creamy expanse of Nancy’s skin.

Robin pressed Nancy’s legs open wider, bending her head to leave a trail of gentle kisses.

A muffled sound reached Robin’s ears, but she couldn’t quite tell if it was one smothered out of embarrassment, or if Nancy’s mouth was just full. Robin decided to let it go for now.

Robin bit down into the soft skin of Nancy’s thigh, and Nancy jumped under her touch, a sharp cry spilling from her lips. Saliva pooled in Robin’s mouth as the image of taking a bite from a perfectly ripe peach—juices welling and running down her face—flitted through Robin’s mind. She swallowed and sank her teeth in harder, savoring the hitched breath and gasping sounds already spilling from Nancy’s throat as Robin sucked.

Robin pulled back to look down at the rabidly purpling mark, pressing her thumb into the bruise there and rubbing.

“Fuck, Robbie.” Nancy’s hips canted upwards, but Robin pulled back, denying her any touch Robin hadn’t chosen to provide.

“Keep eating, Nance,” she said with a soft swat to her thigh.

Nancy whined, but Robin didn’t budge until she heard the sound of a container being picked back up, and chopsticks rummaging through noodles. “You’re so good for me, babe,” Robin said, pressing another kiss to Nancy’s skin—this time on the opposite thigh. She bit down there too, sucking another bruise into pale white skin. “You turn so many pretty colors for me, babe. They should put you on display in the MoMA.”

Nancy snorted in laughter. “You’re gonna kill the mood, Robs.”

Robin hummed, sweeping an idle thumb across the matching dark lace that hid Nancy’s cunt away from her. She was already damp there. Not quite wet, but certainly on the way to it. “Funny, seems like this is doing it for you.”

“The biting was doing it for me. Having you under my desk is definitely doing it for me. Telling me I’m a piece of modern art is decidedly less sexy than either of those two things.”

Robin trailed the flat of her tongue over the scratchy fabric precisely once.

Nancy gasped, and her hips bucked up to try to reach Robin’s mouth again.

“You were saying?”

“You’re cheating.”

“Aren’t you on a deadline, love? Why don’t you return to your food and leave me to mine so that you can finish up and we can get out of here.”

Nancy was silent above her for a beat too long, so Robin dug the tips of her fingers into the meat of Nancy’s thighs. A moment later, the faint sound of reluctant chewing met Robin’s ears, and she dipped back down to continue her teasing. Much as Robin wanted nothing more than to be buried face first in Nancy’s cunt, she forced herself to hold back.

Robin lifted Nancy’s blouse to press fluttery kisses to the patch of skin framed between the garter belt and panties, savoring the way Nancy’s stomach quivered beneath her lips.

“Robin, please.”

“Have you finished eating, babe?”

“I’ve got two dumplings and just a little bit of lo mein left.”

“Mmm, are you full, though?”

Nancy muttered something under her breath, and Robin bit hard at the tender flesh of her stomach. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Can you answer my question without sass?”

“Yes, sir,” Nancy breathed, body sinking lower in her chair. “I’m full, sir.”

“Good.” Robin pressed a quick kiss to Nancy’s thigh, followed by a playful nip. “Then you have work to return to, don’t you?”

“Robs—”

Robin darted a hand up to pinch the skin of Nancy’s hip harshly. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, princess. I’m gonna sit here and eat you out, you’re going to finish your article, and if you’re not done by the time I make you come for the first time, I’m just going to keep going until you are, whether you like it or not. Understood?”

“Y-yeah, understood, sir.”

Robin squeezed the hand resting on Nancy’s hip encouragingly. “Can you give me a color, princess?”

“Holy shit, green, Robin. I just—let me get my laptop set up again, alright?”

“Okay.” Robin stroked her thumb across the goosebumps she’d raised on Nancy’s legs, waiting patiently for the sounds of rummaging containers and office supplies to settle.

“All set.” Nancy already sounded a bit breathless.

“Mmm,” Robin hummed, ducking down to nose at Nancy’s covered clit. “Good.”

“Oh!” Nancy jolted in surprise.

“Gonna need you to concentrate, princess.” Robin continued nosing at Nancy’s clit, taking in the musky scent of her arousal. When she heard the sound of keys softly clacking, Robin ducked down, fitting her shoulders beneath Nancy’s thighs so her stockinged legs were draped over Robin’s back. She kept her hands braced over the lace tops, limiting Nancy’s ability to close her legs around Robin’s head. Not that she didn’t love having her head squeezed between Nancy’s thighs—but tonight, Nancy was going to take whatever Robin gave her, whenever Robin gave it to her.

Robin used her tongue to push aside the scrap of fabric covering Nancy’s cunt, and dipped her tongue into the wet heat there. Nancy’s salty taste flooded her tongue, and Robin couldn’t hold back a moan she dove forward, chasing after it. 

Robin kept up a slow pace as she licked into Nancy carefully. The lace from the panties chafed against the side of Robin’s face, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. It added to the overall heady sensation of the endeavor. A counterpoint to the silky-smooth texture of Nancy’s nylons against her hands, and the sticky wetness smeared across her lips and tongue.

Robin buried her face into Nancy’s folds, wiry hairs tickling her cheeks as the tip of her nose bumped against Nancy’s clit.

Robin hummed, chasing after Nancy’s shuddering moans and shaking thighs. She opened her mouth wide, flattening her tongue to lick across the expanse of Nancy’s cunt. Under her hands Nancy’s hips rocked up once, fighting to make closer contact with Robin’s mouth. Robin pressed down—keeping Nancy in her place—but dove in deeper, licking at her enthusiastically. Robin chased her own pleasure at the center of Nancy’s thighs, soaking up each sigh and gasp she wrung from her lover and basking in them.

The sound of Nancy’s manicured nails clicking against her keyboard was a sharp counterpoint to both the throaty grunts and groans rumbling in Robin’s chest and throat, and the lighter whines and breathy moans that floated from Nancy’s lips.

Robin had to keep reminding herself not to get lost in the silky space between Nancy’s thighs. To keep one ear on the steady beat of Nancy tapping at her keys—because if there was any pause, she’d have to pull back. Have to deny them what they both wanted—what they both needed.

Because Nancy was right about that too: Robin couldn’t go more than a few days without shoving her face between Nancy’s legs. Without working her up until she was taut as a bow ready to shoot. Strung high and tight before snapping with a sharp cry.

Robin dug her fingers into Nancy’s skin. Thought about shoving her fingers inside her dripping wet cunt. Thought about finding her sweet spot and forcing her over that edge that left them both drenched.

Maybe for round two.

Or five.

For now, Robin had to get her across that first finish line.

She pulled back a fraction of an inch with a gasp, repositioned herself, and plunged back in, chasing after the babbling cries that were starting to spill from Nancy’s mouth. Robin curled her tongue around Nancy’s clit and sucked. Felt Nancy fight against bucking her hips wildly under Robin’s steady hold. Robin’s grip did not falter. She kept Nancy planted in place. Pinned down right where Robin wanted her.

Up above, the steady sounds of typing and the occasional pen scratch began to grow more erratic. Odd gaps fell between each beat in a way that sounded less like Nancy pausing to think between words or sentences, and more like her hand had stopped in midair, or skittered across the keys.

As the sounds trailed off altogether, Robin pulled back with a gasp, stifling a disappointed moan of her own. The lower half of her face was sticky with wet, and drops of sweat beaded her hairline.

“Robin.” Nancy’s voice was full of anguish, and she attempted to thrash in Robin’s grip.

Robin kept her nails short and squared off, but she dug their blunted edges into Nancy’s skin momentarily anyway. “You know the rules, princess,” Robin said, voice thick from all the slick she’d swallowed. “Ya gotta keep working or I’ll stop.”

The muscles of Nancy’s legs shifted beneath Robin’s palms as she slumped back in her chair. “There were no such rules established at the top of this challenge.”

Robin bit down at the sensitive skin right at the crease of Nancy’s thighs. “Say that again,” she growled.

Nancy made a sound that was two steps away from a frustrated scream. Like a kettle whistling. An angry little steam engine spouting off. “You can’t just make up rules to a game when you feel like it!”

Robin repositioned her hand over Nancy’s crotch, cupping it in a covetous grasp. “I can do whatever I want, love.”

Robin dropped her hands, leaning back completely onto her haunches. “Unless you disagree? If you’re not a fan of my terms we can stop now. I can go home and leave you here, wet and desperate to ride my face, or get my fingers buried in your sweet little cunt.

I can leave you here horny and on edge for the rest of the night—unable to even think about finishing your article because you no longer have the promise of a reward to offset the desperation absolutely thrumming through you. Is that what you want, princess?”

Nancy was silent for several moments, fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat as she rubbed her thighs together to relieve some pressure. “No, sir, that’s not what I want.”

“Okay then. So I guess that means the both of us have some work to get back to then, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.”

Rob ducked down to press a soft kiss to Nancy’s kneecap. “Good girl. Get back to typing then, alright, love?”

“Okay.” Nancy’s breath was shaky, but she’d come back from the precipice. Robin sat back on her heels, waiting for the sound of Nancy’s typing to resume and pick up steam. When it did, Robin glided her hands up the outer expanse of Nancy’s thighs and drew her forward.

A little of the desperation had bled out of both of their systems, so Robin dipped back in with soft kitten licks, and trailed her fingers over Nancy’s skin in soft, exploratory touches. The sound of Nancy typing or flipping through pages of notes stayed constant, even as her breath occasionally hitched in her throat, or came out in a reedy whimper. Without Robin’s hands bracing themselves at the top of her thighs Nancy was also free to lift her hips up in short, juddering thrusts, chasing after Robin’s teasing tongue.

It was a twisted game of cat and mouse. Robin testing how slowly she could bring Nancy back to the edge again, while Nancy chased after her—only for Robin to dart out of reach again.

“R-Robbie, please,” Nancy cried when Robin began suckling at her clit. The sound of clacking keys went unbroken, so Robin didn’t stop, but she didn’t do anything else either. Didn’t speed up, or slow down, or add pressure. Just sat there, lazily sucking Nancy in her mouth like she was rolling a piece of hard candy across her tongue. Nancy’s gasping breaths sounded wet, and Robin couldn’t wait to crawl up from under the desk later to see if there were tear tracks running down her partner’s face. “Robbie, sir, I-I’m. I’m being so good, please let me come, please give me more, I’m so close, I’m so close…”

Robin wasn’t sure if Nancy was trying to say she was close to coming, or close to finishing the article, but she didn’t half care. Nancy’s hips were jerking upwards in aborted little thrusts, almost thoughtless as she chased sensation. Robin wanted to keep her dancing on that knife’s edge—but she also wanted to watch her topple over it. Wanted to turn each of Nancy’s limbs to jelly until she was a shaking, quivering mess under Robin’s hands. Itched to get her hand buried inside. To build the pressure there until it burst and washed all over them.

She’d wanted to wait until she’d gotten one good orgasm under their belt, but… Robin pulled away just enough to free her mouth, and Nancy moaned in frustration, legs twitching to try to hold Robin in place for the half second before she caught herself and relaxed.

“How much do you have left of your article, love?”

Nancy’s breath was coming in hard pants, and Robin could just make out the swell of her breasts as they rose and fell in turn. It took a couple false starts before Nancy seemed able to string together a semi-coherent set of words. “I…so close, Robs. Just…I need…please.”

Robin hummed, pressing a sweet kiss to Nancy’s stomach. “Okay, princess, change of plans: if you finish the article by the time I get you off, I’m gonna take you home and let you ride my face for as long as you want. If you don’t finish by the time I make you come, I’m gonna sit back on that table and get myself off while you finish up, okay?”

“F-fuck, Robs.” Robin could almost hear the way Nancy was dragging a hand through her hair. “Yes, okay. I understand.”

Robin grinned, sharp-edged and feral, even though Nancy couldn’t see it. “Good girl.” She pressed a swift kiss to Nancy’s stomach again and dove back in, this time holding nothing back. She went straight for Nancy’s clit, sucking at it with the determination to get right at that tipping point again as quickly as possible.

Robin kept one hand braced against Nancy’s hip—less to keep her in place than to dampen the force of her thrusts. Robin dragged the nails of her other hand along the inside of one thigh again, and Nancy near thrashed beneath her. Robin was at the end of her own patience, and as soon as her hand was at the crux of Nancy’s thighs she slipped two fingers inside her dripping wet cunt, meeting not even a moment’s resistance.

Nancy’s walls were plush and warm around her and she sunk into that heat, hooking her fingers upwards and hitting the spot that made Nancy writhe with a practiced precision.

“Robin!”

Nancy’s cry was the only thing Robin could hear over the blood pounding in her ears as she lapped at Nancy’s clit and rocked her fingers inside over and over. Robin faintly registered the feeling of one of Nancy’s hands falling to the top of her head, fingers tangling in the short strands of her hair. If Robin herself wasn’t halfway gone already—face and hand and heart buried in Nancy’s cunt—she might have had the presence of mind to pull back and scold her brat of a girlfriend for touching her out of turn. For breaking the rules of their arrangement—because though Nancy was capable of typing one-handed, the chances of that still being true when she was seconds away from climax was laughable. But Robin was so far past caring about rules or punishment or denial. All she wanted was for Nancy’s come to soak her face.

Robin moaned as Nancy pushed and pulled her into place, right where Nancy needed her. Nancy’s hips bucked up to meet each thrust of Robin’s hand, and they fell into each other like collapsing stars, spinning faster and faster until they met in one giant explosion. Nancy screamed, legs tightening around Robin’s head, and cunt clenching around her fingers like a vice as warm liquid gushed out of Nancy, flooding Robin’s face and dripping down to soak into the fabric of her shirt.

The moment Robin could extricate her hand from the crushing grip of Nancy’s cunt she did, so she could scramble upward. Nancy’s head was tossed back against her seat, chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath, body still trembling with the aftershocks, and face smudged with mascara.

But the second she saw Robin on her feet Nancy’s gaze turned sharp, hand darting out to grab a fistful of Robin’s shirt and yank her into a kiss, licking into her mouth like a woman starved as Nancy tried to sloppily clean her own spend from Robin’s face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t believe we’ve never done that before,” Nancy gasped into Robin’s mouth.

Robin hummed, tangling a hand in Nancy’s hair and pressing kisses down the side of her throat. “Yeah, I’m gonna be thinking about that for weeks.”

They traded frantic kisses for another few minutes, hands roaming over bits of skin they’d been unable to explore with Robin at Nancy’s feet. When they’d both settled again, breaths coming at more even intervals, Robin leaned back on the edge of Nancy’s desk to smile down at her. “So, did you finish your article?”

Nancy threw back her head and laughed. When she finished she dropped her head back down and canted it to the side to look past Robin’s side at her laptop. “I think I’ve probably got another sentence or two to get down.” Nancy tracked her eyes up to meet Robin’s gaze. “And I definitely have to proofread this before sending it for edits.”

Robin laughed too, warmth flooding her chest as she looked down at Nancy’s flushed face, eyes beautifully crinkled at their corners. “Think you could finish all that from home?”

Nancy tilted her head. “I could, yeah. Thought I was supposed to watch while you got yourself off in front of me though.”

Robin shrugged. “Thought it might be better from the comfort of our own bed.”

Nancy reached up to hook her fingers through Robin’s own, looking up at her with nothing less than pure love on her face. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

[transboysokka]

what Taiwanese desserts do you like and what ones are popular? Also favorite street food ?

Good question!

Grass jelly is definitely my favorite and it’s yummiest with cream and bits of taro.

Also SHAVED ICE!! It’s NOT this North American idea of shaved ice, it’s like. Fluffy. Mango shaved ice is just mwah chefs kiss

Wheel cakes and waffles are kind of popping off. I like just cream in a wheel cake but Hong Kong style 雞蛋子/jidanzi/egg… waffles? so good

Aiyu jelly is good too

tbh half the time I’m feeling a dessert I’ll just go get bubble tea

Other desserts, let’s see…. It’s really not a dessert-oriented culture lol. Pineapple cakes come to mind but that’s more of a novelty or like something you’d give as a gift. They’re okay though.

Also my favorite street foods are usually like

juice lol. It’s fresh and watermelon juice especially is the bomb dot com

beef cubes. It’s def a touristy thing but it’s like steak cooked with a blowtorch and that’s fun af

Beef noodle soup

Dumplings

Popcorn chicken/fried stuff

刈包/guabao/“”taiwanese hamburger””

Corn on the cob!

Crepes are kind of a thing lol

Scallion pancakes

Listen I don’t LOVE stinky tofu but I don’t have a problem w it and I think it gets a bad rap

[insane-in-the-membranee]

Heyyy, how are you? What’s you favourite genre of music? <333

Heyyyy!!!! I'm alright, how about you?? 👀 (ps I was thinking of messaging you but the network here makes me criii)

That's honestly one of the most difficult questions ever cuz like IDK fr

I love anything and everything as long as it has a nice melody to it or I like the vibe except rap & heavy metal

How about you tho???

Have some momos/dumplings till then! Love you! 💗💗

[moody4world]

Real rider

A/N(?): i am !!NOT!! a writer, everything i write and post is simply for fun and not to be taken seriously

equestrian y/n teaching jack the basics of horse riding for churchill downs mv

this is fluff

Jack had just dropped his brand new album called home the kids miss you. He had already recorded a music video for first class but he was mostly excited to film his music video for churchill downs with THE drake himself.

He had proposed his idea of what he’d want to include in the music video to his directors and one of those scenes included jack riding a horse. Only problem with that was that Jack had never ridden a horse in his life. But he was dead set on having this in his music video.

“Come on Neelam there’s gotta be someone you know that can teach me, I mean how hard can it be right?” “Oh you’d be surprised, I do know someone and it’s definitely not as easy as you think Jack, you want to learn how to ride a horse at a high speed in the span of a few days when you’ve never even sat on a horse before, be for real.”

Jack stared at Neelam looking very offended but he knew she had a point. A really good one at that. But the last thing he was going to do is give up. “Okay okay that’s true but if they’re such a professional i can at least learn the basics right? I just really want this to look cool as fuck.”

“Fine i’ll give her a call later and see what I can do for you.”

“This is exactly why I never fired you.”

“Jack what the hell?”

“I’m kidding i’m kidding…wait did you say she?”

“Uh…yeah is that a problem?”

“No of course not I just thought it’d be a guy”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve just never seen you hang out with a horse girl before.”

“Oh god please don’t call her that or she’ll flip her shit. She hates it when people call her that.”

“Gee thanks for the heads up.”

Later that day you were watching a random movie that was recommended to you by a friend on netflix when your phone started ringing. You picked it up to see it was Neelam and you accepted the call. “Hey Neelam what’s up?” You said while stuffing your face with popcorn. “Hi y/n! just work and more work, you know how it is.” “Yeah that’s literally all you do, why’d you call though? is everything okay?”

“Yeah yeah everything is great..but”

“Uh oh what is it?”

“It’s nothing bad but I just need you to do me this one favor for the next two weeks and I promise i’ll pay you and everything just please help me out or this boy won’t leave me alone.” Neelam rambled

“You had me at the word pay but what do I have to do for the next two weeks? thats a lot of days.”

“Can you teach Jack how to ride a horse for his music video?”

You paused your movie at the mention of Jack’s name and put your bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of you.

“Uhm yeah..yeah sure that’s fine I can do that. When do we start?”

“Are you available this friday?”

“Yeah that’s perfect, i’m sure you remember where the ranch is so i’ll see you then.”

“Thank you so so much y/n i’ll text you a time and more details later okay?”

“Okay byee”

You let out a heavy sigh after you both hung up. “I haven’t seen Jack in person in years…will he even recognize me? okay he probably will you haven’t changed THAT much y/n come on. Yeah that’s true…ugh i really hope he’s nicer now cause that dumpling joke was so annoying….it was kinda cute tho. Girl snap out of it. I’m literally having a whole dialogue with myself about this and I haven’t even started teaching him yet jesus christ.”

Everyone talks to themselves….I just happen to do it a lot more than usual and there’s nothing wrong with that. I knew Jack since middle school, we always had the same classes and he would sit near my lunch table and our friends usually hung out together. He never bullied me or anything like that cause i’d refuse to let a young jb look alike who raps to bully me. He just always pointed out things that made me feel slightly embarrassed. Like that one time he called my kermit and mrs. piggy socks cute which made his friends laugh about it. He apologized afterwards and said he really meant it but I mean who knows.

Friday comes around and I made sure I got to the ranch early to set everything up. I got the horses ready and even had enough time left to have a quick snack. A few minutes after I was done, I saw Neelam walking in with Jack. I walked over, meeting them half way. Neelam gives me a tight hug swaying us side to side as we always did when we see each other. “y/n!!!! hiiii” “It’s been way too long Nee” “I knooow this guy keeps me way too busy.” She says pointing towards Jack who’s standing there all awkward with his hands behind his back. He puts his hand forward and I do the same shaking his hand “Jack” “y/n” there’s an awkward silence between the three of us until Neelam clears her throat and breaks the silence “Oh..kay uh i’m gonna go and leave you two to it then. y/n good luck with this one.” “I think i’m gonna need it so thanks” “I’m standing right here…you guys realize that right?”Neelam laughs and walks towards the exit of the ranch. Once Neelam was out of earshot Jack turns to me and goes. “Long time no see y/n l/n” ugh here he goes with the last name. For some reason he could never just say my first name like everyone else. “Yeah long time no see…clearly not much has changed.” “I don’t see why that’s a bad thing dumpling.”

There it is..that old nickname. I didn’t want to have feelings for this guy but the butterflies were unavoidable at this point. He’s taller now, he has a nice beard, his hair is curlier, his voice is also deeper but his cute goofy smile is still the same and clearly the nicknames too. “I was hoping you’d forget about that name.” I said awkwardly. “I did until I saw your chubby cheeks again.” “Stop pointing it out” I said defensively but in a joking way, he laughs and puts his hands up in defense “I’ll stop…no promises.”

“Okay enough talking let’s get started or we’ll never get you to ride a horse in time for your music video.” “Okay let’s go”

Getting Jack to even get on a horse was harder than you expected.

“Pay attention to what I do so you can do it after me.” I get on the horse making sure to do it at a pace that he can follow and once i’m seated i turn to him and tell him to do what I did. Since he’s tall you would think its much easier but nope. This guy took like 5 minutes to even get on the horse, to be fair I didn’t pick our nicest horse for him either but he got on eventually. I got a good laugh out of seeing him struggle with something that was so easy to me though, no regrets so far.

After we did a little bit of trotting we took the horses for short walk before calling it a day. “So..how do you know Neelam?” he asked me out of no where “Uh…we met through a mutual friend” “Why are you lying?” “Who says i’m lying?” I was definitely lying, but how did he know that??? did Neelam tell him how we met?

No probably not cause he didn’t even know I was his instructor. “You did that awkward smile you used to do when you lie….so how did you guys really meet?”How does he even remember that?! i’m feeling those stupid butterflies again too get it together y/n. “Okay fine, I used to date her cousin a few years back and we got really close.” “Used to?” I don’t remember Jack being this nosey damn “You sure are nosey Jackman.” he shrugged.

“Not nosey just curious. I’d hate to be your ex, I know he feels stupid.” “You don’t even know what caused the break up.” “By your body language i can tell he’s the one that fucked up though.” “Yeah he did but i’ve been over it for a while now.” “Any new dudes in your life?” “No, just enjoying life as it comes these days. How about you mister rapper? new groupie every night or what?” “Who’s the nosey one now huh?” he says with a smirk. I know he did not just flip the script on me. “You asked a bunch of questions and all I asked is one and now i’m the nosey one?” “I’m just messing with you. But no i’m not like that… not anymore at least.” “Oh wow” He looked offended at my reply but can you blame me? he’s so popular now.

“What do you mean by oh wow? do I look like a manwhore to you?” I give him the look of “do you really want me to answer that?” “Okay don’t answer that” and we both started laughing. “Do you wanna do a small race to the stalls?” he looked at me as if i had grown two heads “ A race?!? are you trying to kill me? I thought we were getting along.” “You’re so dramatic it’s like 7 feet away” “Are you forgetting that you’re the real rider here and not me? I’m just an intern” “Okay prospect, no race this time. You’re such a party pooper.” “If you’re a good teacher and I get the hang of this by the end of these two weeks i’ll race you. Deal?” “Deal” We shook on it and continued our way to the stalls. Unlike getting on the horse, Jack had no issues getting off of it and he was quick to offer me his hand to help me get down.

Of course I didn’t need it but I decided to entertain him and accepted the help anyway. For whatever reason my horse, Talula felt like it was good moment to push me off and of course it had to be like one of those cliché rom coms. You know the ones where the girl falls into the guys chest and their faces are so close they’re almost breathing the same air and they look into each other’s eyes like its the prettiest thing they’ve ever seen?

Well that’s exactly what was happening between Jack and I. Until Talula decided to push me again and we both snapped out of it. His right arm was still around my waist and his other hand was still holding mine. I frantically pushed him away and stepped back brushing my clothes off from the invisible dust and possible horse fur.

“Sorry about that.” Jack apologized “No no it’s fine.” I started nervously laughing.He started walking backwards towards the exit “Tomorrow same time?” “Yeah, same time” “Alright, see you tomorrow dumpling.” He turned around now walking to the exit with his back towards me. “Stop calling me that.” “Not a chance dumpling.” He glanced at me over his shoulder with a smug grin on his face. I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t hold back my smile. After a full day of teaching Jack some of the basics and catching up a little bit I can say that he’s definitely the same goofy Jack that he was when I first met him in middle school. Maybe these next two weeks won’t be so bad after all.

[glosskirt]

maestro

SEQUEL TO “we work .” 

synopsis: You and Yoongi have been pairs for every single graded performance the whole year. Now, your teacher has posted the final project. Solo performances. Let’s just hope you do good without Yoongi, and vice versa!

genre: Romance, fluff

warnings: Swearing

wc: 1,309 words 7,372 characters

pairing: college student!Min Yoongi x college student!Reader 

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“Hi Yoongi,” you said, entering the recording room. Yoongi turned his head towards you, and smiled. “Hey, Y/N! Come sit down,” he motioned for you to sit on the floor with him. He had his laptop in his lap with Garageband opened. You walked over and sat in front of him, resting your back on the wall. “Whatcha’ up to?” you asked, picking up your bag, and grabbing your tablet and opened Groovepad. “Working on that song you sent, it’s really good. Just needed some polishing,” he said, doing that little smirk he does when he knows he’s cooking something good. “Why thank you, kind sir. You yourself are good too!” humming at your words, Yoongi smiled. “Oh, prof’ just posted the guidelines for the final project,” Yoongi said, lifting his eyebrows, but then furrowing them. “Ooh, yeah,” you said, opening the notification you received.

“Product, bla bla bla, wait,” he stopped reading. “Solo performance?” he read. Eyebrows now very furrowed in confusion. “What?” you laughed. You laughed until you read it too. “Solo..what?” you asked. Throughout the whole year, the projects have always been in pairs of groups. Never solo. “Why would they announce that it’s a solo performance only now? The due date’s literally next next week, and everyone has been preparing for a duos performance,” he scoffed. When Yoongi said ‘everyone,’ it included you two. You and Yoongi were practicing a duet that he could play on the piano, but now it all just went to waste. “Well this is bullshit,” he fell on his back, accidentally hitting his head on the floor. You silently laughed at him. He rolled his eyes at you, and started making snow angels on the floor. You and Yoongi just sat in the recording room in silence, trying to think of ideas for each of your projects. Unfortunately, for the next hour, nothing had come to mind.

“Anyway, Nienie, I’m starving. I’m going to Lotteria. Want anything?” he asked, shoving his things into a dark blue backpack. “Ooh! Yes, please! Can you get me a corn salad and cheese sticks please?” you pleaded, putting your hands together. Yoongi snickered and picked up his bag. “Basic Nienie,” he said and walked out. Nienie was a nickname he randomly made up when he heard some of your friends teasing you by calling you ‘Y/nie,’ it was cute. You really liked it, but obviously didn’t want Yoongi to know.

While lounging around, you received a message. It was Yoongi.

‘Oh yeah..’ you thought. You slid on some sneakers, picked up a sling bag, and ran out the door.

“How’d you forget?” he asked, digging into his bulgogi burger. “Netflix. I was watching a new show,” you shared, taking a bite out of your cheese stick. “What show?” he asked, taking a napkin and wiping some sauce off his face. “Mickey Mouse,” you proudly said, stuffing your face with corn salad. He giggled, his shoulders moving up and down while he quietly made a somewhat demonic ‘keuhkeuhkeuh’ sound. “You’re cute,” he said in between laughs. You nodded, blinked, and continued eating. “So, have you thought of something for the project?” he asked. ‘He’s talkative today,’ you thought to yourself, you took a bite out of your cheese stick, and it came with a cheese pull. Since you didn’t want to break the cheese pull, you shook your head. “Ah, I see. I’ve got an idea already,” he said, a proud grin spread across his face. You were confused. “What’s your idea?” you questioned, watching him down a soda. “I’m going to rap while playing the piano,” he declared, another proud grin spreading across his dumpling-like face. You just sarcastically smiled at him, and continued chowing down on your food.

“Practice days were hassles. Me and Min Yoongi could barely get a break. And I’m still deciding what I should sing for the project!”

“Hey, Nienie, I’m heading home,” Yoongi said, packing his portable keyboard into his backpack. He picked up his bag and his phone, and waved before leaving the dorm. “Well shit,” you thought to yourself. After all these days of Yoongi practicing, you still hadn’t thought of a performance.

After 30 minutes of pondering, it hit you. Yoongi sends you all the songs he helped write. “Blueberry Eyes,” you murmured. It was the MAX’s song that Yoongi featured on. “This is such a good idea. Good job me,” you pat yourself on the shoulder and began practicing. You even pushed yourself to learn Yoongi’s part for that extra credit!

“I think things are going well. I’m nervous about the performance, but if I mess up, it’s okay too. Me and L/N Y/N have started practicing on our own. I kind of miss their complaining,”

It was the day of the project. You shouldn’t be nervous, it’s only like the whole school watching you sing alone on the stage. “You nervous, Nienie?” Yoongi asked, putting his arm around your shoulder and leaning, making you both tumble to the side. “Obviously. I’ve never performed without you here. Scary,” you said, taking a peek at the audience. “That’s okay, Nienie! Just imagine I’m there on stage! And I’ll be here cheering you on from the side,” he said, fist pumping both his arms and doing a dumb little smile. “I’d rather not. You’re scary enough, I don’t need to imagine a ghost you yelling at me to get the timing right,” you laughed. “Touché,” he nodded, and went to the practice room where they had a piano.

“Now may I call on L/N Y/N to perform ‘Blueberry Eyes,’ by MAX and SOOGA? SHUHGA?” the announcer mispronounced his name, very normal. You took one last look at Yoongi, and he was in disbelief that you chose a song he contributed to. As you got on the stage, you saw your mother and father, applauding. You felt confident. The music began playing, and you started singing.

Applause filled the room after you performed. You bowed and exited the stage. When you got down the stairs, Yoongi hugged you. “You did great! Better than I expected. Good job on my rap! You didn’t mess it up that bad,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. “Oh, shut up,” you said in return, playfully hitting his arm.

“May I call on Min Yoongi to perform ‘First Love,’ by SUGA, otherwise known as Min Yoongi,” the announcer sounded kind of tired. You gave Yoongi two thumbs-ups and he got on the stage. The piano was brought on stage, and he started playing. Beautiful as always.

“The corner of my memory, a brown piano settled on one side”

The whole audience stood for Yoongi and clapped. He got up from the piano seat, and bowed. When he got down back to the backstage area, you jumped on him. Your arms put him in a chokehold as you were praising him for his performance. “You were so good!!” you yelled, he smiled. “I know,” he replied. That made you let him go and roll your eyes. “Hey, hey, just kidding,” he said, hugging you again. You smiled mischievously as you bent down and got a hold of Yoongi’s legs. Now you were giving him a piggyback ride, and he was screaming.

While you two were goofing around, a professor came around the corner. “Hey, stop that,” she said, in a strict tone. You quickly put Yoongi down and you both politely bowed at her before she left.

“Well, miss L/N, mister Min, I don’t have anything to give but an A+ on your final project. You both were very good!” the professor said. You and Yoongi looked at each other, and high-fived.

“Nice one, Nienie!” he said.

“Why, thank you! You as well, Sirre Yoonie, did an excellent job,” you said, formally.

“We work,” Yoongi said again.

“We work, Maestro,” in reply.

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@haecien

[robotae]

[ a starter for @ruindgod ft. AZAZEL ]

the familiar buzz of tech in the workshop is comforting, a background noise that jude does not even realize is there. it's the electricity that crackles, both through numerous machines that are on, as well as the overlights that illuminate the entire floor. not that any of the undercity gets proper natural light, though he also works in the ground floor slash basement of an old building, which does not help. hence, the lights are almost always on. he is hunched over a motherboard, with another light shining down on the circuits over his shoulder as he tries to make it work, a pair of tweezers adjusting the cables just right. it's then that he hears the telltale noise of the door being opened, and waits until he is done with this section of the board before he raises his head. looks over at the visitor from above his precision glasses. the smell that wafts through the air is unmistakable. he has come bearing food.

the man in front of him is one feared by many, with various cybernetics all around his frame, and somewhat of a regular here. jude smiles at the familiar sight, eyes looking down at him to see if he is injured as he tends to be every now and then. however, what he sees on the man's expression is not pain, but a sheepish grin. he tells him that figuring out that he owed jude a few favors too many, he brought a bag of home-made, freshly cooked dumplings, and tells him to have a nice dinner before heading back out. it's all over so quickly that all jude can do is yell his thanks after him, before peering into the bag. oh, they look good, his mouth salivates at the smell. there is also definitely a few portions too many in that tupperware, and a quick glance at the clock tells him it's way past dinner-time. it's often that he loses track of the time, though he knows exactly what to do now.

it doesn't take long for him to close up the workshop, turn the lights to energy-saving mode, and wrap his long beige coat over himself, tightening the strap over his waist before grabbing the bag of food and rushing his own way out of there. azazel's place — or well, the demon headquarters, where he usually can find him, isn't too far from the workshop, and when he shows up at the door, they just greet him back and let him in. there's a skip to his step, his usual cheery demeanor even more cheerful as he walks through the intricate corridors, up the elevator, and then all the way to where he knows azazel to be working. a rap of his knuckles against the door, jude doesn't actually wait for a reply back before he pushes it open. "hiya- i got food!" he lets out in a sing song voice, a wide smile spread across his features as he makes his way through the office as if it's his own. plopping down the bag of food in front of the demon, he claps his hands together. "and they are home-made- do you know how hard it is to find food as good as this around here? i think rick's mom made them. please tell me you have utensils though — i forgot to bring some-"

[quillpokebiology]

If you don't mind me asking, could you please do info on Grookey? And/or maybe Grookey's evolutionary line in general? 💚

I just discovered your blog, and I'm in love with all of the pokemon info that you have! 💙

Aww, thank you! I'm really glad you like it!

Grookey Facts

-Compared to other monkey pokemon, grookey is (surprisingly) the most chill

-Grookey heads evolved to look like walnuts to blend in and avoid predators

-Their front teeth look sharp, but aren't and are quite soft, and their back teeth are square and thin. This is because they're built to eat leaves and berries; not meat

-Grookey show affection by climbing on their trainers. They'll climb on your arms and rap their tails around it to sleep. Their grip is strong, and you won't have to worry about them falling off (the grookey, not your limbs)

-Grookey usually just bang on berries for fun, but the other members of its line will bang on objects with their stick to warn other members of their group of upcoming danger

-Young grookey will start walking about 15 days after they're born, which is when they'll grab their sticks

-Members of the grookey lines' bodies decompose faster than other pokemon, which makes more plants grow around them

-The grookey line isn't actually native to paldea; they were all brought over from a tropical region close to Unova

(Ooc: Plz let us have a Latin American pokemon region. It'd look so pretty. Can you imagine if they added rainforests? And you can climb on the leaves and vines to get higher? And how pretty they can make the cities look?)

-Grookey and the other members of their line make a lot of vocal sounds as communication

-All starters are rare in the wild, but wild grookey sightings are extremely rare, and the ones that are found are heavily protected (The only region where the grookey line runs around normally is Lental, which isn't inhabited by humans much, and is illegal tk hunt there)

-Grookey eggs are harder and tougher than most other pokemon eggs

-The similar head shape to makuhita is a coincidence and just an example of convergant evolution

-At some point, ancient Galarians tried to eat grookeys, s they had similar head shapes to dumplings. It didn't work, because their bodies are too hard and too much of a hassle to cook (and for morality reasons, don't eat grookey)

-They hide in the bushy hair of rilaboom for protection

[rispwr]

Sweetmint | YG | MDNI

| Song reccommendations |

-duvet - boa

-fade into you - mazzy star

-softcore - the neighborhood

-meddle about - chase atlantic

-crybaby - the neighborhood

-cologne - beabadoobie

-the party and after the party - the weekend

Pairings: | (school board pres) yoongi x (school representative) reader

Genre:soft,fluff, kinky

Word count:

Contents: | kissing, curse words, secret sex, fingering, praisekink, unprotected sex (do not promote), degrading kink/name calling kink |

- | yoongi’s character: i would say yoongi is a cold and quiet person here. He’s observant and aware to his surroundings. He’s the class president and the schools smartest student. He’s humble and not too braggy about his achievements. He’s a really mysterious guy, no one knows anything about him apart from he’s a genius who has won multiple awards, medals and honorships from multiple competitions. He loves mint and the choc chip mint ice cream, he really loves anything mint, chocolate, sweet and spicy foods, that explains why he colored his hair mint. He only has 3 friends which are hoseok, namjoon and jin, also unknown guys but very smart from this university. They love teasing yoongi about his mint hair, calling him “mint yoongi” or “mint suga” cause of his love for his precious mint. He loves music, producing and rapping. Apart from all of that he’s an underground rapper known as “suga”. One of his favourite rappers are kendrick lamar and j.cole but if there was a music to represent him it would definitely be crybaby by the neighborhood!

- | y/n/reader’s character: y/n is the face of school or a school representative, also the smartest girl in school hence that’s probably why she became the representative of the school. She’s very kind, intelligent, warm hearted, extroverted, delicate, elegant and an outstanding girl. She loves mint, and sweet foods. Not only she is academically intelligent; she’s also emotionally intelligent. She’s serious when talking about insensitive topics such as homophobia, racism and such topics like those. She’s the most popular girl in school, ofcourse! She’s the face of the school. She loves music aswell! She sings, dance, raps she’s basically an all rounder. If there was a song that’s so her it would be cologne by beabadoobie.

The perfect music for them would definitely be reflections by the neighborhood.

_________________________________________

I was on my way to the school as i had an appointment for my school photoshoot to be on the frontpage of the school magazine. Walking as cologne by beabadoobie as i suddenly bumped into someone

“Im sorry” said the man with a mint colored hair as he hurriedly went down to help me with the stuff that fell. He picked up my phone accidentally opening it revealing my lockscreen “you listen to beabadoobie too?” The man with mint hair asks me “yeah” i replied to him as he gives me a small innocent smile revealing his cute dumpling cheeks “thank you so much!” I said as he helped me stood up and bows to me as i bow back to him thanking him. He walls away as i my eye caught him. Something about him was interesting? My heart raced as the image of the pretty boy with mint hair kept apearing in my mind. Was this love at first sight?

I shrugged my thoughts off and went off to the studio to get these over with.

I went to the elevator suprised to see the man again. “Uhh the mint guy from earlier right?” I ask him as he scoffs to the side “really? Mint guy?” He gaves me a playfull grin slightly chuckling “yeah? What am i supposed to call you mint haired boy?” I replied to him as we walked inside the elevator. “So which floor are you going?” He asks me raising his eyebrows making eye contact with me “uhh 6th floor.” I said looking down “great! Im going on the same floor too” he replies to me joyfully and playfully.

“You’re the face of the school right?” He asks me “yeah i am. Im actually going to do a photoshoot with uhh the school board president?” I answered him. “Ohh yeah actually i forgot to introduce myself” “im min yoongi, the school boards president” he reached out his hand to me to do handshake. “Oh my god im sorry!” I quickly bowed down 90 degree to him as he laughs at me sarcastically “whyy?” He asks me curiously raising his eyebrows at me “omg im sorry I didn’t know you. I don’t really check out or find out who i take photoshoots with as im used to taking ones by myself only” i explained to him “it’s alright ms. Cheon” he replies to me “wow I didn’t think the school board president would be this fun to be with? We click!” I said giving him a genuine smile.

Yoongi was dying inside as he was inside with the school representative Cheon Y/n herself! All just the two of them. He’s had an admiration for her for the longest time now. The way her long wavy and shiny hair flows gently and elegantly whenever she walks, her pretty pale delicate, smooth and gentle skin, her plumpy pinkish lips that looks delicious to kiss and her elegant body. The way her hips move from side to side when she walks, her delicate eyebrows, her sparkling shiny brown eyes that made him lost in thought everytime he walks past her posters. That sweet gentle voice she speaks with is just music to his ears. He doesn’t know if he’s inlove with her or not since he really doesn’t know what love feels like as he has never had a girlfriend due to his focus on his academic career and busy schedules. Outside he seemed like a cold, quiet guy but inside is really just a boy who yearns to be loved, cherished, appreciated and held by someone who can really handle him.

“Also you can just call me y/n. We don’t need to be too formal with each other, let’s be friends?” I innocently asked him with a big genuine smile.

Inside he really wants to be more than that.

“Yes! Okay!” He claps and shakes her hand again for the 2nd time with excitement. He has never been like this to anyone. Usually the answer he would give is “i’ll think about it” or “im not interested”. He personally does not like socializing and talking to people that much. But with y/n a girl he had never talk to his whole life, he felt so comfortable talking and being with her.

The elevator finally slides open. The time i had with him there felt like hours, i wanted more.

He leads me “ladies first y/n” he said reaching his hands out as i chuckle at him “thanks sweet mint” i said smiling at him.

We walked to the studio together. As we got there the board members were already there “ms. Cheon and president min!” The stylist called us out signalling us to go to her so we could get this done.

We were sitting on the chairs as the artists does our make up. He was sitting 2 seats away from me, I couldn’t stop looking at him in the mirror. Something about him really was so good.

His wavy, soft, fluffy mint hair, his delicate clean and smooth skin, his veiny big and long hands, his small eyes which reminded me of a cat, his soft plumpy pinkish red lips, the way he would raise his eyebrows and tilts his head whenever he’s curious or asking a question, the way his eyes would disappear and turn into lines whenever he would smile big to me and the way he talks to me. I know him but not that much, all i know about him is that he’s a genius and a cold mysterious person. Well that’s what i mostly hear about him whenever i would see articles or anything about him at school. I just don’t mind him that much because he’s none of my business and i felt I shouldn’t. He seemed scary. After talking to him i felt maybe he really isn’t all what they talk about him?

I felt a strong admiration towards him as he was so humble and he didn’t care what the others talked about him, he just kept doing him? I was really impressed and strangely attracted to him. Especially his mint hair. Im not gonna lie he was highkey hot! I could see his biceps and muscles in his arms. The way his hands are so veiny and the way he would lick or bite his lips. He was just hot. I could almost imagine him being on top of me using those sweet calming words and those sweet groans and moans coming out of him as he would pump into me. Or the way his lips would be so smooth to kiss, i bet he’s a good kisser and a good fuck too. Im a virgin, i have never had time to do those things with anyone apart from using my vibrator for my pleasure and to satisfy myself.

(Meddle about by chase atlantic)

I snapped back to reality as my stylist snapped her fingers waking me up from that thought. I felt myself soaking and wet under there. Fuck am i really gonna be horny for a man i just met or just talked to? I thought to myself.

“Okay guys positions!!” The director yelled as we did our positions. Yoongi was behind me as i was infront of him, him and i facing together with his hands slowly and gently reaching for my waist “may i?” He whispers into me as it sent down shivers into me. Im already wet but this time im more than that. Im dripping wet already. I nodded as he places his delicate hands onto my waist gently as we start posing infront of the camera.

I was pushing my ass onto him, making my ass press against his bulge. I could feel him getting more and more tense as i felt him slowly poking me from behind. I let out a slight smirk, slightly enjoying this.

He squeezes my waist as i press my ass more onto his making him release a hiss on my ear as he bites his lip.

He was already getting hard. If he didn’t have his self control he would’ve bend you down already in that studio fucking and pumping into you so good, but too bad you guys were in public. he wouldn’t want to turn this photoshoot into a porn shoot, doesnt he?

He shuts his eyes as he tries to shush those thoughts of him just fucking you good until you start trembling shaking. The school board president fucking the precious school representative? His dream. He could just imagine your sweet sounds.

“Okay guys! Let’s take a lunch break for now” the director yelled as he still kept his tight grip on my waist.

“Come with me y/n” he whispers into me.

He drags me to one of the dressing room slamming me against the wall. “What were you doing earlier?” He asks me biting his lip as i wrap my arms around his neck while he had his two hands on my waist “i did nothing wrong. Didn’t i?” I innocently but also seductively replied.

He then smashes his lips onto me getting me a little bit flustered. I kissed back with him as i sucked on his lower lip while our tounge were fighting with each other “yoongi..” “they might hear us” i said in between the kiss slightly whimpering “shh baby” “they won’t” “i’ll make sure that this’ll be our little secret” he replied to me in between the kisses as he kept kissing me hungrily. He pulled out from the kiss “may i?” He asks me “may you what?” I replied to him with a slight smirk “may i pretty please fuck you good?” He begged to me as his hands slowly trailed under my skirt. I leaned in to his ear “please” i whispered onto his ear.

He started rubbing my clothed soaking cunt “so wet for me hm?” He said as he starts circling my clit as i roll back my head from the pleasure “mhm” i said whimpering “shh baby” “you wouldn’t want them to hear you getting fucked dont you?” He says “maybe i do want to?” I said in a slight whiny voice as he slides my underwear from the side to insert two fingers into me “so dirty”he gives me a slight grin, looking at me with lust and love together “want them to hear you that you’re mine? Hm?” He said as he starts sucking on my neck “yes baby keep going” i said to him as i let out a slight moan. “It would be unfair if you’ll be the only one to cum wouldn’t it?” He said as he stops.

“Wanna fill you up with my seed baby” he pulls down his pants enough for his hard dick to be out “wanna make you mine baby” he said as slowly enters into me making me leave a gasp.

“You’re mine only. Okay?” He said as he starts fastening his pace making my legs weak as he puts his hand under my shirt, squeezing and circling my boobs. “You’re such a slut baby”

“You take this cock so good” he said as he rolls back his head from the pleasure “yes please….” “I-i i love it when you call me that..” i whimpered “uhuh?” “You like being called a slut don’t you hm?” He tilts my chin up “look into my eyes baby” “tell me you want me”

“I-i want you… Ah-ahhh..” i said moaning “moan my name baby cmon” he whispers in my ear as i felt i was close “y-y-yoongi…baby im close…” i whimpered as i roll my eyes. I was so lost in the moment all i could think about is his cock “yes baby” “cum for me sweet mint” he tells me. “This your spot huh?” He said as he kept hitting it as my boobs bounced in every thrust he takes into me.

I finally reached my max point “Yoongi.. please fill me up” i begged him “want me to fill you up huh?” He said as he kept thrusting me “i’ll make you mine and make sure this cunt is mine only” he said as i felt him release his seeds into me. I felt him coloring the inside me with white stuff, i felt so good “fuck sweet mint. You’re such a good fuck” he praises me as i slightly chuckle “it’s my first time baby. Now clean me up” i ordered him as he took a tissue and started wiping my abused cunt filled with his cum and my cum. “So good baby huh?” He asks me as he pulls up my panties slightly patting my abused cunt that he just fucked good a while ago. “So we still friends?” He asks me with a slight chuckle

“i think we’re more than that now” i smiled to him while laughing.

[totowlff]

extra — powódź zniszczyła ten dom

➝ after finding elisabeth in tears in the bathroom, toto sees no other way out than a serious conversation with his mother

➝ word count: 5,8k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: this is probably the toughest extra ally has ever written for this story. i hope it is less cruel to you than it was to me.

DECEMBER, 2015

Toto thought it was going to be a nice enough evening. His mom and sister agreed to come to dinner with Elisabeth and him — an opportunity to meet the other women that were most important to Toto, other than his daughter, but Elisabeth had already met Rosi anyway. He picked a restaurant in Vienna he thought sounded interesting. Lili ended up missing her flight from Paris — she, her husband Gerard and her daughter Eloise were there over the holidays with his family. 

Toto couldn’t help but think that Elisabeth looked amazing. She always did, in his mind, but she looked particularly good that night. She wore a navy blue dress, and, while Toto didn’t pay much attention to things like makeup or jewelry, he noticed that Elisabeth wore the ring that he got her for Christmas. Well, Rosi helped him pick it out for her, and Liesl seemed to absolutely love it. She wasn’t one to wear things that are too flashy, normally, but when Rosi pointed out that particular ring in the store, Toto knew that Elisabeth would love it. 

He thought everything was going fine, other than his mother asking what happened to Aurélie. Toto awkwardly explained that they had broken up over a year ago — he was sure he’d told his mother, but maybe not. They didn’t really have the closest relationship. They never had, but Toto tried his best.

He had to get up and use the restroom in the middle of dinner. After he got back to the table, the air at their table was thick with tension. Joanna’s expression was haughty and unpleasant, and Elisabeth’s eyes were locked on her plate of dumplings. They were in the middle of talking about what Elisabeth did for work. Toto thought that was why — there was no straightforward answer, and it was a tricky conversation at the best of times — most people outside of the world of finance didn’t really understand it, that she does some consulting and manages her father’s business interests. She’s very good at it, too, but Toto couldn’t help but notice that his mother seemed a bit surprised.

After saying good night to mom and thanking her for coming out with them, Toto and Elisabeth went back to his penthouse that she had essentially moved into, staying with Toto when they weren’t in Oxfordshire. She still had her apartment in Vienna as well, but it was mostly empty now, and she was preparing to possibly sell it.

Elisabeth said she wanted to get a shower before she and Toto headed to bed for the evening. Toto went about his usual nighttime routine, but was surprised when he heard something that sounded like a woman crying from the bathroom.

He had to check on her.

— Liesl?

Toto didn’t want to barge in on her. He called her name, softly rapping on the door. He could hear the shower water running, and when he said her name, Elisabeth started crying even harder. 

Toto opened the door to see her sitting under the spray of the shower, the water rolling down her back and neck. She was hugging her legs to her body, her forehead on her knees, sobbing her eyes out. 

Toto wasn’t sure what was wrong, but he didn’t ask just yet — he knew whatever it was, wasn’t going to be fixed with her sitting in the shower. Toto stepped into the stall and turned off the water. He knelt down next to her, speaking to her softly, gently trying to get her to untangle her limbs from the ball she was curled into.

— Elisabeth, please, talk to me. Please, baby.

She stopped crying for a second, but started again once she finally looked up into Toto’s face, seeing the worried sadness in his eyes. The look on her face broke Toto’s heart, too. He wasn’t sure if it was something he could fix, but he knew that he had to try.

Elisabeth let Toto take her out of the shower and dry her off, wrapping her up in some fresh towels so she’d stay warm while they talked. Toto knew she probably wouldn’t have it in her to change into some pajamas, but that was okay. He took her hands in his and walked her to the edge of the bed, sitting her down so that they could talk.

She explained everything. 

Toto pulled Elisabeth close to him and wrapped his arms around her, guiding her head to rest against his chest. Her hair left damp patches on the front of Toto’s dress shirt, but he didn’t mind. It didn’t matter, as long as it soothed her. If it would make her feel better, Toto would have held onto her like that forever.

Her Christmas dinner with her family was terrible, apparently. Mathias, after walking in on Elisabeth and Toto in a compromising position during a race weekend, was furious with her, and apparently hadn’t cooled down yet. Toto suspected more — she would have mentioned Christmas dinner earlier, right?

He dreaded asking if it was something his mother had said to Elisabeth. 

Toto’s relationship with his mother was complicated, but ultimately, he did love her. She was somewhat distant when he was a child, but she was very good at a lot of things, and incredibly smart. He’d gotten closer to her as an adult and developed an appreciation for the hardships and trauma she’d gone through in her own life. She left home at a young age to escape the rising tide of a brutal Communist regime in Poland, she came to a new country where she didn’t speak the language, she lost her husband twice — first to a divorce following Sven’s brain cancer diagnosis, and then to the illness itself. She was incredibly good at a lot of things, but being a mother wasn’t one of them. Toto still couldn’t pinpoint what it was — a lack of tenderness, perhaps? She was an excellent grandmother to Rosi and Ben, however. 

But if she said something she shouldn’t have to Elisabeth, it wouldn’t have surprised Toto. It wouldn’t have been the first time. 

Toto remembered the night he introduced his mother to Aurélie. 

One thing that many people didn’t realize about Toto was that he sought to minimize risk in his life. An odd trait for someone in investing and finance to have, sure, but maybe that was why he’d been successful so far. He sought to control as much of his life as he could, especially in the midst of the chaos of his job. He stayed in the same hotel in every different city — the same room, if possible, on trips to races. He ate the same meal for dinner — grilled chicken and vegetables — on race trips, preferring only to eat with Elisabeth or Niki, and to eat lunch by himself. He preferred to minimize chaos and keep things in as much order as possible. Emotions, just by their nature, were chaotic. It wasn’t that he didn’t like having emotions or desired to suppress his, but he felt like he needed to control his, to a degree.

He was passionate, no doubt, especially when it came to racing. He’d long struggled with depression, and had been regularly seeing a therapist for a few years now, but he wanted to be in control of his feelings when possible, and that included love. He desperately wanted to feel something for Aurélie, and thought that by introducing her to his mother and children, it would make her feel like part of his family. 

Toto’s mother loved her. His kids didn’t, but she and Joanna got along like a house on fire. Elisabeth and Aurélie were so different in many ways, though, so maybe Elisabeth was just not measuring up to Joanna’s standards by comparison. After all, Joanna had said that Aurélie “was a lovely woman” during dinner.

— Fuck. Forgive me, Liesl.

She said it wasn’t just that. Toto tried to recall everything they talked about over their meal, but there was one big gap, one big unknown.

— It was when I went to the bathroom, wasn’t it?

She nodded, and Toto’s heart sank. What could his mother have possibly said that Elisabeth didn’t want to say?

It took some begging, as Elisabeth didn’t want Toto to be mad at his mother, knowing how difficult of a relationship they’d had before, but Toto told her that if he did get angry at her, it would be Joanna’s own doing. 

— Toto, please…

— No — he said, cupping one of her cheeks with his hand — I beg you. Please tell me. I need to know.

She sighed heavily. Toto could feel the way her chest heaved as she tried to calm herself down, and described the questions that his mother asked when he had gotten up to go to the restroom. It sounded like Joanna had been quick to jump to a conclusion about Elisabeth — that she was just with Toto for his money, that she was a social climber, hoping to take advantage of him.

He looked down at the floor, trying to keep focused on his breath so he could keep his anger reined in.

— Did she say anything else? — Toto asked, quietly. 

— Well, one more thing.

— What?

— She said she would do anything to protect you from… Whores like me.

Toto inhaled sharply again. Elisabeth noticed him clenching his fists. He took his arm off of Elisabeth’s shoulders, putting his hands on his knees, leaning forward a bit. He remained quiet for a moment.

— My mother couldn’t have said that — he said. It was clear he was trying very hard to maintain his composure. 

— Please don’t be mad at her…

It tipped Toto over the edge.

— How could I not be mad at her? She had no right to treat you like that or to talk to you that way, Elisabeth.

He was furious, but there was a part of him that marveled at the way Elisabeth was begging him to not be angry. His mother had just called the woman he loved a whore and a gold-digger, and said that their relationship wouldn’t last. And that same woman was insisting that his mother did it because she was worried about her son, asking him to try not to be so angry with her. 

“Leave it to Elisabeth to see the good in everyone”, Toto thought.

If only he felt it in him to do the same.

Toto assured Elisabeth that he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it, that he saw a future of being by her side as they traveled the world, thousands of possibilities. He said he even saw them having children — a little boy running around their yard in Oxfordshire, with Elisabeth’s eyes and his grandfather’s red hat.

She seemed to be reassured, at least for a bit. They both got up and finished getting ready for bed, but, by the time they’d laid down, Elisabeth had started sobbing again. Toto held her close, sitting up against the headboard, stroking her dark hair as she cried into his chest.

— I’m sorry… I thought I’d be okay, but I keep thinking — she swallowed, trying to continue. Her words came out in gasps — I keep thinking about the way your mom looked at me.

— I know, I’m sorry. She had no right to say those things. I thought she’d love you, because I do — Toto softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of Elisabeth’s head — Especially because, if anything, it couldn’t even be true. Of the two of us, you’re the one that came from a famous family. If anything, I’m using you for social climbing.

Elisabeth lifted her head to look up at him, her expression skeptical. 

— Toto…

He rubbed her back, kissing her again. 

— I know, baby. I’m just joking. But, it just shows you that my mother has no idea what she’s talking about.

They talked for a little while longer. Elisabeth cried some more, eventually falling asleep against Toto’s chest. He let her stay there, watching her as he rubbed her back, doing his best to give her some comfort and reassurance, even in her sleep. Toto didn’t sleep much that night, just dozing here and there. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Elisabeth, and couldn’t stop thinking about how poorly things had gone.

By the next morning, he had decided that his mother’s behavior couldn’t go unanswered. He hated that he had to get up, because Elisabeth looked relaxed and comfortable against his chest, but he needed to take care of this. He ran his hand through her brown locks, gently, until her eyes fluttered open.

— Good morning, my love — he said, quietly — I need to run an errand, but I’ll be back in a bit.

Elisabeth blinked her bleary eyes, trying to focus on his face. 

— Oh… Where are you going? — she said with a yawn.

— I will tell you later, but I’ll bring you back some breakfast. I’ll get some of those croissants you like from Parémi. We can even have them with apricot jam, if you want. They’ll be nice and warm. And I’ll bring you a coffee so you don’t have to make any. You just stay here and sleep as long as you’d like — he told her. He had slid out of bed, at this point, replaced by the pillow Elisabeth was now cuddling with. He brought the duvet up to her shoulders, tucking her in as she sighed happily. 

— That sounds good — she said drowsily — Don’t be gone too long.

He bent over to press a kiss to her cheek. 

— I won’t, I promise.

He got dressed, fixed his hair, and threw on his coat as he went to leave the apartment. As he was reaching out for the door handle, something caught his eye. It was a framed photo that Toto had put up on the wall just a few days ago.

It was a photo from the moment the team’s second World Constructors Championship was assured, when Elisabeth turned to him and pulled him into a tight hug, while he lifted her off of her feet. Their faces were joyous, both mid-yell. They were in the center of the frame, seemingly in their own little bubble, blurred figures of mechanics and engineers in the frame behind them, cheering.

The team’s social media manager, Paul, had shown the picture to Toto while preparing posts for the week after the team’s victory. Toto asked him to omit the photo from any of the team’s social media channels, but asked Paul to send him the RAW file directly from the camera. Paul didn’t ask questions, which Toto appreciated. He had it printed out at the highest resolution he could, and had it framed in a simple black frame. 

It was his favorite picture.

Elisabeth thought it was a bit embarrassing, because she’d forgotten, in the moment, that their relationship wasn’t public yet and she needed to exercise a bit more subtlety, but she admitted that she loved the picture, too. It was one of Toto’s favorite memories, now enshrined in an A4-sized frame on their living room wall.

It made his chest tighten a bit. He was happier than he’d ever remembered being in his lifetime, but there were so many people — his mother, Elisabeth’s brother — that were trying their damndest to snatch it away from them. He was resolved, then, to protect that. He wouldn’t ever let anyone steal Elisabeth’s happiness. Seeing her so upset the previous night was awful, and Toto never wanted to see her like that again. 

As he drove over to his mother’s apartment in Mariahilf, he tried his best to focus on remaining calm. It was tricky, because every time he thought about the things Joanna had said to Elisabeth, it made him feel so angry. 

He pulled up to his mother’s building and sighed as he put the shifter into park.

“Well”, he thought. “Here goes nothing”.

He knocked on the door to his mother’s apartment. Tentatively at first, then a bit more forcefully.

Joanna opened the door. She was visibly surprised to see him at first, but her expression softened into a smile. 

— Totouśka! What a nice surprise! — she said, reaching out her arms to give her son a hug and a customary kiss on the cheek in greeting.

Toto held up a hand to her chest, stopping her from getting any closer. He wasn’t there for formalities.

— Save it, mama. I’m not here for a social visit. We need to talk — Toto said, in Polish. His face was serious and stern. Joanna’s expression fell, and her brown eyes moved up and down the length of Toto’s stature, before she pulled the door open more, gesturing for him to come inside.

— Well, what did you need to talk about? It must be serious for you to come all the way to Mariahilf without calling first — Joanna said as Toto toed his shoes off at the door and hung his winter coat on a coat hook. He bristled at her tone. She was either being deliberately obtuse or sarcastic, and Toto wasn’t sure which option annoyed him more. She was speaking Polish now as well, and folded her arms over her chest as she eyed her son — We can sit in the living room. I can make some tea, if you’d like.

— I think you know exactly what we need to talk about — Toto said, as he crossed the apartment’s foyer, settling onto the edge of the cream-colored sofa in his mother’s living room — And don’t bother with the tea. As I said, I’m not here for a social visit.

Joanna raised her eyebrows, clearly a little taken aback, but gracefully rounded the sitting area, perching herself on a cream-colored armchair across from the couch. As she walked, the light fabric of the long top she was wearing floated behind her, giving her a bit of an imperious aura. She crossed her legs as she sat, folding her hands into her lap. She narrowed her brown eyes a bit.

— I’m sure you’re here about dinner last night — she said — Which means that your… Girlfriend, or whatever she is to you, probably told you what we talked about.

— Do you mean when you called her a whore and told her that our relationship wouldn’t last, and that you wouldn’t let her use me for my money? That was what you talked about, right? — Toto’s voice was even, flat. He knew it wouldn’t do any good to come into his mother’s house with metaphorical guns blazing, but he was exerting a great deal of effort to not start yelling anyway. 

Joanna pressed her mouth into a thin line, nodding. 

— Ah — she said — Well…

— Well, what? You don’t deny that you told her those things, do you? Why… How, even, could you say something like that to her? You had just met her. How could you say that to anyone, honestly? Not to mention… You inferring that she wanted to have a baby with me at the first opportunity?

Joanna threw her hands up in resignation. 

— What do you want me to say? Yes, I said those things, and I meant it. You introduce this new woman who cannot give a straightforward answer about what she does for work, and she’s wearing an enormous ring she said was a gift from you. What was I supposed to think was happening, Totouśka? I’ve seen the women you’ve dated before. I know you’ve hung around with pageant queens and models. I’ve seen what the magazines call you. And Aurélie was a model, but I liked her. She talked about how hard she’s worked to get to where she was, and seemed very smart, easy-going, down to earth. I was thinking, finally, you’re settling down with a nice girl with a good career…

— Mama, why is it any of your business who I date? I am a 43-year-old man, I don’t really need…

Joanna huffed.

— Well, I just remember what you went through when you and Stephanie divorced, I remember how difficult it was on Ben and Rosi. I just wanted to make sure you were making good choices about the women you date, because you have a bit of a tendency to be a little naive and rush headlong into these things. And when things go wrong, they affect you so deeply and…

Toto covered his face with his hands in frustration, and then brought a fist down onto the arm of the sofa, the dull thud cutting Joanna off.

— Stephanie is in the past. There were very specific reasons why our marriage didn’t work out, and they have nothing to do with my life now. Plus, we get along now, because it’s better for the kids. Aurélie is also in the past. I didn’t love her! I love Elisabeth, mama. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. That’s why I introduced you to her. You and Lili are important to me, and I’m trying my best to make up for the way things were between us when I was younger.

— Totouśka, you cannot possibly be in love with her — Joanna said, tossing her head back. She leveled a serious gaze at her son — I’m only saying this because I care about you and don’t want you to get hurt again. I will admit, I didn’t realize that she was Niki Lauda’s daughter. Hell, I didn’t realize that Niki Lauda even had a daughter until a few years ago, but she hardly has a personality. She’s very pretty, I grant you, but it felt like she barely said three words to me during the dinner.

Now, Toto was angry. He balled his hands into fists, pushing them into the top of his thighs. 

— Because you hardly let her say a single word before making up your mind about her and calling her a whore and a gold-digger! Sure, she’s shy in social situations, and she was a bit nervous before the dinner, because she was afraid that you wouldn’t like her, and you didn’t! And if you really did care about me, you would know that I’m serious about her, and you will apologize to her for the things you said. Honestly, I couldn’t believe that she told me what you said to her, but I know she wouldn’t lie to me.

Toto’s voice was getting louder, now. He’d all but abandoned his effort to keep himself calm, and now that he’d started yelling, it was becoming harder and harder to stop.

— She is the kindest, most intelligent woman I have ever met. She’s far more accomplished than I am, mama. She has two college degrees, including an MBA. I dropped out of college! Sure, she comes from a successful family, but her career, her highly successful career, mind you, so far has been entirely her own making. She hates telling people who her father is, because she knows that it changes people’s expectations of her. She’s not after my money or status because she doesn’t need either of them! She doesn’t even like it when I buy her things! I’ve tried! She buys all of her clothes, shoes, and jewelry herself! The only things I’ve bought for her was that ring for Christmas, and a dress for the Prize Giving Gala last year. Every idea you have about her is wrong!

Joanna looked a bit stunned. She grimaced and looked down at her hands, still folded into her lap. 

— I just… I thought you were rushing into a relationship with her as some sort of, I don’t know, rebound after you and Aurélie broke up.

Toto laughed in disbelief. 

— That’s something else you have wrong. It was the other way around. I started dating Aurélie because Elisabeth told me she didn’t have feelings for me. She said that because she was afraid. I introduced you to Aurélie to make the relationship feel more real, but I was never in love with her. She was a good, kind woman, but we were wasting each other’s time.

Toto’s voice got quieter again, and he settled back into the sofa, looking down at the intricate Oriental rug in the center of Joanna’s living room. 

— When I had my bike accident, Liesl came to visit me, right away, without hesitation. I told her how I felt about her. I was completely open and honest with her. I could have died that day, so I knew it was time to tell her that I liked her, and wanted to be with her, but she didn’t believe me. She thought I was only saying that because of the pain medication and the concussion, so she left. If you’re worried about me getting my heart broken, I will tell you that it broke then, when I saw her turn around and leave my hospital room. But I knew that I couldn’t pretend to ignore the way I felt about her any longer, and that I couldn’t continue trying to force myself to feel something about Aurélie. It wasn’t fair to either of us.

Toto tipped his head back to the ceiling, trying to prevent the tears that were forming in the corners of his eyes from falling. He felt a little embarrassed, as a 43-year-old man, by the prospect of crying in front of his mother, but he couldn’t help it. His feelings for Elisabeth were so overwhelming that they were hard to contain at times.

— Well, if you’re so serious about her, serious enough to introduce her to me and your sister, why is your relationship not even public yet? — Joanna threw her hands up — You can’t be quite that serious if the fact that you’re dating is still some big secret.

Toto furrowed his brows, looking at his mother again. He sighed.

— Believe me, I would rather it not be, but it’s mostly because of Niki, and because of her position with Mercedes, managing his father’s interests in the team. She doesn’t want her father to be upset with her. Her brother was furious when he found out. If it were up to me, I’d never stop shouting about how much I love her to anybody that would listen. Even if they wouldn’t listen, I’d tell them anyway.

— So, what’s the problem? What is she afraid of? Is she just a coward?

Toto glared at his mother, who simply shrugged. 

— No, she’s not a coward. I’m her father’s business partner, after all. Elisabeth told me that I’m the first actual friend Niki has had in a long time, and she didn’t want our relationship to interfere with that, somehow, and isn’t sure what he would think. Plus, she’s very close to her parents — Toto sighed. 

It had taken him many, many hours of therapy and introspection to even begin to heal the wounds that his childhood left on him, but every once in a while, he couldn’t resist the urge to pick at the scabs. It gnawed at the back of his psyche, like an itch that never truly went away. 

— I know neither of us would understand what that’s like — he completed, his voice completely deadpan.

Joanna’s posture immediately went rigid, her face contorting into a sour expression.

— Listen, Totouśka. You know that I was doing my best to keep things together after your father got sick. I had to work to keep a roof over our heads. Do I wish I could have spent more time with you and your sister? Of course I do, but the reality was that I had to work long days at the hospital and come home and take care of the house all by myself. And before you even say it, I know, I let that thing with your school tuition lapse, and I’m sorry, you know I didn’t speak French! It took me long enough to learn German! But really, I did the best I could. You know that I love you and that I care about you, and that I always have — she was gripping the arms of the chair she was sitting in, her nails sinking into the fabric.

Toto rolled his eyes.

— If you care so much about me, then calling the woman I love a whore and a gold-digger behind my back is an odd way to show it.

— I’m just trying to protect you from having your heart broken again! Seeing what you went through with Stephanie, and what it put Rosi and Ben through… I just don’t want that to happen again. Now… I concede that maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge, but what else should I think about a woman on your arm with a ring like that, that I didn’t even know you were dating? Put yourself in my shoes — she shrugged again, and sighed in resignation — Look, I realize what I said was… Harsh, but I was afraid for you… And for Rosi and Ben.

— Well, you’ll be happy to know that Rosi and Ben absolutely adore Liesl, then. They didn’t really care for Aurélie. So, maybe if you don’t trust how I feel about her, maybe you’ll trust what your grandchildren think.

Joanna sighed, defeated. She sat back in her chair, and remained quiet for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. Toto simply waited. It gave him a chance to try and calm back down again.

— Well, what should I do, then? Rather, what do you want me to do? — she asked. Her voice was small, shy. She did look like she felt genuinely bad. Toto also felt a little bad about using his children as his trump card in the argument, but, he figured, she did it first. 

— I think an apology is in order, at the very least. But, not right now. I think, if you tried to talk to Elisabeth about this… It’s just too soon. I don’t want this to upset her more than it already has. I think I’ve said everything that I have to say to you. At least, for now.

Toto stood up, with Joanna following suit. They both started walking towards the door, neither of them saying anything. Toto slipped his shoes back on and put on his coat. Before he turned to leave, he gave his mother a tentative peck on the cheek. It had absolutely none of the warmth that their usual greetings and goodbyes had, like it was just an obligation between mother and son.

— I’ll call you once the dust settles. We can figure it out then.

He stepped out the door without actually saying goodbye to her.

When Toto sat in the driver’s seat of his Mercedes, he sighed and sat there for a moment, trying to release all of the tension from his neck and shoulders. He started the car, and started driving back toward the Innere Stadt, to stop at the French bakery a few blocks away from his apartment that Elisabeth had come to adore.

He ordered her favorite coffee, a double cappuccino with hazelnut syrup and nutmeg, and a few of the croissants she adored, with some small containers of the amazing French butter and apricot marmalade they both liked. It was a short drive back to his penthouse from there. 

By the time he got back up to his apartment, everything was still quiet — it didn’t seem like Elisabeth was awake yet. That was fine. He set the bag of croissants and coffee on the kitchen island, and slowly walked toward the master bedroom.

She was indeed still asleep, snuggled into the duvet. Toto stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the way the low winter sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains fell across her face, illuminating her features, making it look like she was something divine, some sort of heavenly vision or dream. 

He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch her soft brown hair, running his hand delicately down the side of her cheek. She wasn’t a dream — she was real, soft and warm under his palm. She was real enough to make him feel whole.

Her blue eyes cracked open after a moment, and she smiled sleepily up at him.

— Good morning, my love — Toto said, softly — I’m back. And I got you breakfast and a coffee, just like I promised.

Elisabeth pulled her arm out from under the duvet, grabbing Toto’s hand that was stroking down her face, and moving it to press a kiss to his knuckles.

— I’m glad. What did you have to leave for?

Toto took a moment to consider whether or not to tell her the truth. He didn’t like the idea of lying to her, even by omission, but he knew if it were him, his emotions would still be too raw, not even twelve hours after-the-fact. Even after Joanna insulted Elisabeth, she begged Toto not to be mad at his mother, insisting that she just was concerned for him. She probably wouldn’t like hearing that Toto had gone to yell at his mother on her behalf. 

He would tell her eventually. Just not right now.

— I just went to have a chat with an old friend — he said, quickly, hoping she wouldn’t ask him to elaborate — Now, if you want to stay in bed for a bit longer, I can bring you your breakfast in here, or we can eat in the kitchen. Either way, the croissants are still warm, so you don’t want to wait too long to decide.

Elisabeth opted to rouse herself, following Toto into the kitchen, sipping her cappuccino as Toto spread butter and jam on the pastries. 

They ate their breakfast in almost silence — they usually did, as both of them enjoyed a moment of quiet before starting the typical chaos of their work days. Toto couldn’t help but stare at Elisabeth. Her face was innocent of makeup, her hair was mussed with sleep, her eyes were still not really open all the way, but she was eating her croissant with a small smile on her face.

Toto looked at her, transfixed, until she noticed.

— What’s wrong? — she asked, after swallowing a bite of pastry.

— Nothing’s wrong. I just noticed that you’re smiling again, and… It makes me happy when you’re happy.

— Well, it’s easy to smile when I’m eating my favorite breakfast that the man I love brought me — she said, picking up her cappuccino. She took a sip and set the cup back down on the table, and reached her hand out across the table, lacing her fingers into Toto’s hand that was laying on the tabletop — Thank you, by the way. You didn’t have to go to the bakery just for me, but… I’m glad you did.

— Please — Toto said — It was nothing. I would fly all the way to France for croissants if you asked me to, if it would make you happy.

He wasn’t exaggerating a bit. 

[axel-mathis]

Where? The Hospital

Who? @fiaxsousa

Axel had managed to convince the nurse to bring in outside food. He was thankful because he had spent a lot on the dumplings and sushi contained in the boxes. Finding Fia's room he lightly rapped on the open door just to announce his presence. "Hey. Heard you were here. Wanted to check in." He raised the bags, as if it could help. "I brought food. Thought you might want something other than the hospital's weirdly moist chicken tenders and stale fries." Last time they had seen each other, Fia had made her feelings towards Axel very clear. but he was always still going to look out for her. Even if that meant he needed to be more distant while doing it.

[slytherinshua]

A GUIDE TO STANNING MCND

GROUP NAME: MCND (Music Creates New Dream)

DEBUT DATE: February 27th, 2020

DEBUT SONG: Ice Age

MEMBER COUNT: 5

USUAL GENRES: Noise, Dance

STRONG SUITS: Rapping, Dancing, Stage Presence

FANDOM NAME: Gem

SLOGAN: Don't move, freeze!

COMPANY: TOP Media

Spotify playlist with their best songs

Youtube playlist with all MVs in order

Youtube playlist with some of their best dance and vocal covers

OTHER GROUP INFO:

They have not had a music show win yet.

MCND are very well-known for their covers. They covered many songs even before they debuted and are especially known for covering girl group songs (they do it very well). Watching their dance covers is a must!

While they have more rappers than vocalists, their vocals are still quite strong. Minjae and Huijun have a lot of vocal covers as well!!

They have plenty of vlogs on their channel as well as fun variety and game content. While there's not many fan compilations on youtube, there's definitely plenty of content to watch and enjoy for them!

CASTLE J/SON SEONGJUN

BIRTHDAY: May 31st, 1999

HEIGHT: 176cm (5'9)

MBTI: ENTJ

NATIONALITY: Korean

FUN FACTS:

Gems will often call him KeJe instead of Castle J.

He has a cat named Gucci.

He remixed most of the songs they did dance covers to pre-debut. He also composes and produces some MCND songs.

He's friends with IOI/Weki Meki's Yoojung and Seventeen's Vernon.

He loves Elsa/Frozen, he even has Elsa dolls in his studio (he's so cute).

BIC/NAM SEUNGMIN

BIRTHDAY: April 25th, 2001

HEIGHT: 173cm (5'8)

MBTI: ISFJ

NATIONALITY: Korean

FACTS:

He's always smiling and he has dimples! He's the happy virus/mood maker of the group.

He spaces out a lot.

He's the best dancer of the group.

His role model is Penomeco.

He trained for the longest before debut (5-6 years).

MINJAE/SONG MINJAE

BIRTHDAY: August 23rd, 2003

HEIGHT: 182cm (5'11)

MBTI: ESFP

NATIONALITY: Korean

FACTS:

He is the only member who knows how to cook.

His nicknames are cherry bear or mandu (dumpling). His favourite animal is also a bear.

He's a huge fan of EXO and Kai is his role model. He even looks like Kai.

He's always annoying Win (lovingly of course).

He has an older sister.

HUIJUN/NO HUIJUN

BIRTHDAY: October 7th, 2003

HEIGHT: 177cm (5'10)

MBTI: ISFJ

NATIONALITY: Korean

FACTS:

He has a welsh corgi named Jay.

He's the best vocalist in MCND.

He knows taekwondo.

He started dancing to avoid going to a math academy (he's such a mood).

He's known for his long hair. Fans say he looks like a disney villain that you can't help falling in love with when he has long black hair (so true omg).

He's been to the Philippines a lot, especially Cebu.

WIN/BANG JUNHYUK

BIRTHDAY: December 19th, 2004

HEIGHT: 175cm (5'8)

MBTI: INFJ

NATIONALITY: Korean

FACTS:

He has a very deep voice and most people get into the group because of him. Biggest stan attractor ever.

He likes to draw.

The members call him a puppy, while gems call him a rabbit.

He struggles a lot (because Minjae won't leave him alone).

You can really see his improvement as a dancer and rapper from pre-debut and debut (when he was 14-15) to now.

[exoplanetupdates-blog]

[ENG] EXO Youtube Channel/Vlogs Updates - 2022

EXO

Mihawk Wedding Vlog

XIUMIN

220220 OrpheuXiu Vlog

221007 Kangta 'Street Alcohol Fighter' Vlog

SUHO

220322 Suho's Day Vlog

220426 'Finally GF Met EXO'

220624 SUHO in Dubai Pt.1

220701 SUHO in Dubai Pt.2

220907 SUHO in London

LAY

220110 Xlog Red

220114 Zhang Yixing watches the fireworks

220129 Chinese New Year Gala BTS Vlog

220204 Xlog practising 'Wish the World Well-being' Stage

220211 Xlog Blue BTS of "Health to the World"

220220 Chromosome Ent. Update - Making Dumplings

220401 Xlog Red Yixing performing the magic trick

220415 Xlog Red Process of Creating Music

220429 Xlog Red Boss is Eating Well

220708 BTS Youku live stream

220812 Xlog Blue BTS Concert

220819 Xlog Blue BTS Concert

220826 Xlog Blue BTS Concert

220902 Xlog Blue BTS Concert

220909 Xlog Blue Rap of China Related

220916 Xlog Blue BTS Concert

220930 Xlog Blue Veil MV Vlog

221007 One Day in Beijing

221021 Third postcard from the sea

221126 Ninth Postcard

221208 VOGUE BTS

221227 Glass Man Cover Shoots BTS

BAEKHYUN

220117 Favourite 'haha' | ceramic art

220214 Valentine's Day Flower Arrangement

220317 Mongryong Walk

220417 Overcoming | Painting with Oil Pastel

220517 With Love Light Friend

220617 Kyoong Who Reads Books

220717 Kyoong Radio

2208117 Mukbang ASMR

220917 Chuseok homecoming playlist

221017 Kyoong Who Reads Books

221111 Burning Artistic Spirit | Pepero Making

221217 Kyoong Radio

CHEN

220511 "Hold You Tight"

220623 "An Unfamiliar Day"

220812 "You Never Know"

220821 Dare U Naeju London Vlog

221209 "Reminisce"

221223 "On The Snow"

CHANYEOL

220726 NNG Update - nature_1 hour

D.O.

221029 Lee Sieon 'Bad Prosecutor' Vlog

KAI

220105 Jonginie's Peaches Vlog

220130 KAIst EP. 05

220417 KAIst EP. 06

220531 KAIst EP. 07

220710 Dare U Naeju Garmany Vlog

220822 Jonginie’s various schedule

221116 Dare U Naeju Paris Vlog

SEHUN

220108 Choi Heeseo’s ‘Now, We Are Breaking Up’ Vlog

[we-all-fall-down]

Jihyun (지현) is a member of the boy/co-ed group TXT under HYBE (formerly BigHit Entertainment)

Stage Name: Jihyun (지현) Birth Name: Ashlyn Jihyun Lee Preferred Name: Ash Jihyun Lee Korean Name: Lee Ji Hyun (이지현) Position: Rapper, Dancer, Vocalist, Visual Birthday: December 4th, 2000 Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon Height: 172.7 cm (5’8”) Weight: 52.1 kg (112 lbs) Blood Type: O MBTI Type: ENFP-T Nationality: American Representative Emoticon: 🌱/🐍 Instagram: we.all.fall.down Spotify Playlist: TXT : JIHYUN Fandom Name: Rosieposiez

Jihyun Facts: – Jihyun is from Los Angeles, California, USA - Jihyun is 1/2 Korean, 1/2 Chinese. Her Chinese name is Huang Lihua (黄丽华) – Jihyun was the last member to be revealed on January 21st, 2019.– Her representative animal is a Snake (Questioning Flim). – Her representative flower is a Fire Lily(Questioning Flower). – At the end of her Questioning Film, the morse code translates to “Forever”. – Family: One older sister (Aera of ATEEZ), a younger sister and a younger brother. – Her older sister is 2 years older and her younger sister is 5 years younger than her. Her brother is 7 years younger than her. – Hobbies: Reading, painting, writing, learning things, skateboarding, and listening to music. – Her nickname is ‘Sprout’ because she is short compared to the rest of her members. – She is also called a ‘snake’. – Jihyun has freckles. – Despite living in Korea for so long, she is still struggling to adapt to the really cold weather. – She loves ramen but doesn’t understand the recent cheese craze. – She is lactose intolerant. – She lives with and takes care of her younger siblings due to the fact that her parents are not able to take care of them. – Jihyun has a dog named Bingsoo and a snake named Noodle. – Jihyun is extroverted to people she first meets, but is actually very introverted. – She prefers that fans and her members call her Ash, but understands that English is hard, especially when it comes to native Korean speakers – Jihyun loves mandu (dumplings). – She hates roe. – She reads a lot of books. – According to Taehyun, Jihyun is very trusting, strong-willed and has tanner skin. – Taehyun thinks Jihyun’s charming point is her freckles. – She’s been a huge BLACKPINK fan since elementary school, but doesn’t really understand stan culture. – Soobin says Jihyun is very powerful when singing and rapping. – Soobin says Jihyun is basically his coleader. – Her shoe size is 225 mm – Her favorite fruit is raspberries . – Jihyun’s audition story: I honestly auditioned as a joke. My friends said that it would be fun if we all tried to be trainees at Bighit. What was crazy was that I was the only one who didn’t take it seriously…and I was the only one who got in. – Her favorite animal is snake (Spotify K-Pop Quiz). – Jihyun says she isn’t going to say what animal she is because she’s not a furry. – Her favorite colors are sage green and dusty yellow. – Jihyun’s favorite movie is Oppenheimer. – At her home, her brother calls her “Nunu” and her sister calls her “Nini” instead of Noona and Unnie. – Jihyun, Soobin and Kai sleep the latest. – She loves anything with raspberry in it. – She doesn’t know how to use Android phones. – Jihyun often speaks both English and Korean without realizing it. – She is friends with SEVENTEEN’s The8, LE SSERAFIM’s Yunjin, and Stray Kids’ Felix. – Jihyun graduated from UCLA with a bachelor’s degree in psychology and music production.

[podraje]

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨 - basic polish girl alternative pop playlist

Bitamina / Daria Zawiałow / Dawid Podsiadło / The Dumplings / Kasia Lins / Kaśka Sochacka / Kwiat Jabłoni / Sanah / Ofelia / Męskie Granie / Mikromusic and more

the only rap song in there is Taco Hemingway - „Polskie Tango” because truly, what a gem

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏