#😳 adult dinner tag

[dungeonmechoui]

the tallman dogboy with biting tendencies / halfling tsundere chew toy are on my mind... don't even worry about it.

(nudity/nsfw under the cut)

chil eventually gets back at laios for all the hickeys he left on him btw

[vilsoo]

Hi, Can you do a biker Michael au where y/n has an argument with her parents about Michael being a bad influence on her so in the middle of the night she sneaks out of her house and runs to Michaels house and cries in front of him and he just comforts her (sorry if this sounds rushed :( )

omg?? didnt think i’d be writing some angst for our biker michael but here we are 😳😭 also to everyone else that sent me requests in the inbox; tysm for being patient as i try to reach yours 💛 i haven’t been active as i used to be answering my requests/thirsts :((

tags: argument w parents, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, cuddling, sweet romance

while you were eating dinner with your family at the table, you couldn’t stop thinking about michael. the whole world would just vanish around you whenever you fantasize or reminisce about the beautiful times you’ve spent with your boyfriend for two years. his love and obsession for you was a drug that you couldn’t get enough of. you always get carried away when you’re deep in your thoughts about him.

“…you see?! this is what i mean. it’s like she doesn’t wanna acknowledge our presence anymore.”

when you hear your mother’s complaints process in your head, you snapped back to your mundane reality with slight irritation. it’s been awhile since you’ve had dinner at the table with your parents; usually you would always be out somewhere in the late evenings. but it wasn’t that you were ignoring them on purpose or anything like that. your schedule and your parents’ schedules just don’t align very well to the point you can barely see them at the house.

but as this prolonged, your parents were in a mix of suspicion, worry, and annoyance of your excuses. as if you were really ignoring them on purpose. your parents then realized this started happening all because of your established relationship with michael afton.

“what are you talking about, mom?” you consoled. “i’m here now. and you should be happy to finally see me again after being away in college.”

“yeah, but are you happy to see us?” your father spoke as he placed his wine down. “because to us, it doesn’t seem like it. you’ve been awfully quiet this whole dinner.”

you scoffed. “i am happy to be with you two again. what are you even complaining about?”

“you’ve changed a lot, y/n,” your mother vacillated. “and your father and i both think it has something to do with your boyfriend. that kid at the other side of the neighborhood; michael, right?”

you felt a sudden anger toiling and burning in your chest michael was mentioned. what did he have to do with the fact you’ve been so busy in college? though he is apart of the reason you haven’t passed by your parents’ house as often as you promised, he wasn’t to be blamed for. even your schedule was too packed to see michael on most weekdays since he works at the bar. his schedule is busy as well.

“oh yeah. michael, that troubled kid,” your father added on. “ever since high school that boy’s been getting in way too many fights. and now that he’s a grown adult— he still engages in fights. street fights, right?”

“dad, please—“

you see your mother shake her head when she finished swallowing her food. “god. i should’ve said something the moment i’ve had doubts about him. has he harmed you in any way, y/n? does he bring danger into your life? is he distracting you from your studies? does he pressure you to do things you’re uncomfortable with?!”

“mom, no! it’s not even like that at all!” you retort, forcing yourself to take some mental breathers from the frustration building inside.

“maybe that’s why you’ve been so distant from us. your world revolves around some boy that has a very bad influence on you. all of your time has been taken up by him!”

you forehead lands on your clammy palm with a loud smack, forcing back all that channeling frustration as hard as you can without snapping to your parents. you sighed exasperatingly and spoke calmly as you could with your eyes shut.

“mom. dad. michael isn’t being a bad influence in me. i can see why you two think of him that way but i promise you don’t know him like i do. he’s not harming me, he’s not endangering me, he doesn’t distract me or make me uncomfortable. you guys need to stop worrying about me, my time, and my relationship. please.”

“we have every right to worry about you and your safety!” your mother suddenly snapped. “this isn’t even about your busy schedule or why you couldn’t stop by anymore. this is about your toxic relationship with a man that beats up thugs in alleyways, drinks too much, and does drugs! the type of man that we warned you to avoid when you were a little girl! and you’re being stubborn right now!”

“toxic and stubborn? holy crap, are you hearing yourself right now?!”

“she’s right. how many times have we told you to stay away from that man?” your father rebuked. “we were very reluctant in approving this relationship for two years and now… we think it’s best for you to not be together at all.”

before your head could burst from clenching your jaw so tightly out of seething anger, you pushed yourself out of your seat and stormed straight to your room with no words. if you were to say more to your parents in your defense, you would be talking to a wall instead. the “boyfriend being a bad influence” argument just keeps resurfacing whenever you’re with your parents until they have a fleeting thought of him. you hated how judgemental and depreciating they were of your source of happiness. your source of love.

so during the middle of the night, you snuck out of your window and drove down to michael’s house at the other side of the neighborhood. he was home with his parents for the summer break just like you. when you arrived by his driveway, you dialed his number to tell him to open his window. hearing his raspy, sleepy voice on the phone was enough to comfort you from your stress; a small antidote from your head swirling with frustration. once you finally made it into michael’s room, you immediately hug him; melting at the warm and safe feeling of being in his arms.

“woah, hey,” michael chuckled as he stroked your head. “i missed you so much too, baby. are you okay?”

the butterflies in your stomach transformed into a nauseating pit of anxiety and stress when he asked that last question. then the argument with your parents a few hours ago reverberated in your head. all the emotions building up turned you teary-eyed, your face burning and your nose flaring to the point you’re sobbing in his arms. michael pulled away at the small sound of your sniffles, dismayed at your emotional breakdown right in front of him.

“my poor baby,” he assured with a soft and delicate whisper, pulling you by the neck and kissing you by the forehead. he knows that you love the physical feeling of him cheering you up with sweet caresses, kisses, hugs, and his words of encouragement. and that was all you really needed after your dreadful night.

“no matter how many times i’ve tried, my parents still don’t like me being with you… but i don’t ever wanna be away from you, michael. and i know you don’t wanna be away from me either,” you sniffled.

you both sit down on his bed, your thighs resting on top of his, letting him gently wipe your tears away with his thumb and then kissing your cheek.

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” your boyfriend consoled as he hugged you tighter. “i know i say this a whole lot, but… remember that we shouldn’t let their negativity effect our relationship. if it gets too much into your head, you might end up believing it. but i know you. i know you so damn well and your values and morals are aligned with mines. what matters is that we’re compatible and right for each other, right?”

you nodded as you dipped your head forward to press your forehead against his. “their opinions can never get into my head. i promise. but it wasn’t just that— they were just complaining to me about never having time for them and think it’s because of my relationship with you. which is literally bullshit.”

michael scoffed. “how could they not understand that you’re busy as hell? even i get a bit sad when we can’t hang because of your schedule. but i don’t ever snap at you because of shit like that.”

“i know. but you know them— they’re too stubborn to understand me. always thinking they know what’s best for me or some shit.”

michael follows suit when you collapse on top of his pillows, stirring over to lean back on his chest so he can spoon you.

“one day, i hope that they’ll finally recognize your happiness and think that’s what’s best for you; having the happiness you deserve. and not just your happiness with me, but with whatever else you’re pursuing in life. i know your parents really love you and care about you and other shit. they’ll come around soon and see how good we are for each other. and that we make each other very, very happy.”

michael’s sweet talk induced you to turn around in his arms, hold his face, and kiss him softly. “every time i come to you about any kind of problems i have especially my parents, you never give up on me… and i love you so much for that.”

“aw. i love you too,” michael chuckled when you kept kissing him. “i know that your parents have a bad impression of me and think i’m a bad influence. especially because of my bad behavior back in school or the shady warnings about me, but you… you loved me for who i am. you stuck beside me and never gave up on me, either. people really think you’re just in for the ‘dangerous’ or ‘reckless’ side of me, but no… you love me for many more reasons than that.”

“because we’re perfect for each other,” you say. “if no one’s got our backs, we’ve got each other.”

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[apinchofrkmh]

Madrid, Spain

An unexpected trip to Spain to tag along with Jasmine to fulfill her visa. It’s only the third week after my second surgery and I’m moving about. And yes, I’m regretting it as it hurts badly if I don’t control the food I eat. Anyway.. here goes the trip!

Day 1 (11 June 2021)

The first day, I’m blessed in disguise. The day before the trip, I was so stressed out as Jasmine isn’t quite sure of how to get to the airport while I was worried that the airport will be chockablock with people. So stress that I purchased the wrong bus ticket for myself as a ‘child’ instead of an ‘adult’. But what can I do? Just pray that they won’t find out.

On the day itself, I had to carry myself with a backpack behind me to walk to the train station. Gosh, it was tedious and I totally regret it. As we reached Stratford station, we had to take the bus to London Stansted Airport. That’s where the stress starts. I kept praying hoping that they won’t check the ticket after scanning my code. “I’m a child of God, I’m a child of God!”

Booms!

Went up to the bus quickly and glad that the bus driver started the bus and left! Here’s to us, picnicking in the bus!

As we reach the airport, I was feeling discomfort on my tummy. Must be the carrying of my backpack and taking a long walk. So I asked for assistance from the airport and got myself a wheel chair for Jasmine to push me around

As we reached Madrid, the first thing was…

“WHY SO HOT?!”

It was so hot that I didn’t want to even walk under the scorching sun with my backpack. So I would rather spend a little more on Uber.

So glad that we took the Uber as we’re staying in a hostel that’s pretty far away from the train station.

Rested a bit and left for dinner. Gosh, dinner here is at 930pm. 😳

Jasmine has friends here and they brought us to seafood buffet. They really have a variety of selection of seafood, meat, vegetable and desserts. But sadly, most of the stuff is over cooked.

Here’s to us!

[dungeonmechoui]

Caight up on recent eps and the way the poor chilshis got both fed so well and cockblocked at the same time in the dryad pollen episode is insane 😂😭

(Also while they portrayed it disgustingly well, some of those shots of the guys being filthy w mucus... bonks myself on the head. The edits draw themselves i shant say more)