#I can't clean things!!! I can't even send an email or go for a walk!!!

[akajustmerry]

gonna be 100% with you all I don't relate to a lot of adhd content online that's always being cute about special interests and having lots of hobbies and whatever!!!! and I get that it's destigmatised some elements of the disorder but I can't relate because the kind of adhd I have is the kind where i frequently I have days where I Can't Do Anything, where I sit for hours not even scrolling or anything just...sitting or lying for hours with my brain on fire with the effort of Trying To Do Things and then the day ends or the week or the month and I've missed deadlines, birthdays, job opportunities and so there's a constant hum of shame and embarrassment that has very much made me suicidal. For a long time I thought I couldn't have adhd because the predominant image of adhd is someone who's hyperactive but uhhhhhhh that really is not the case for everyone lol. and now I'm kinda mad at how much adhd content is just like, "omg yeah I'm always on the go it's the adhd 😜" or "haha watching my special interest show to do dishes cos I'm adhd 😜" cool. great. good for you, but I can't relate to that because genuinely most days not being able to do basic tasks in my life has fucked up my life and makes me want to kill myself.

[kookooluvr]

Teach Me How To Love - Part 1

pairing: professor!jungkook x (fem) professor!reader, fwb to lovers

genre: fluff, angst, smut, fwb au, economicsprofessor!jungkook, politicalscienceprofessor!reader, slow burn, some emotional constipation, some sappy moments, lots of sexy moments.

summary: jeon jungkook, a fellow professor at yonsei university, is your friend, co-worker, and secret bed buddy. you have rules set in place to make sure there are no misunderstandings in your little arrangement. the #1 rule is as clear as day; no catching feelings. simple, right? wrong. let's see how un-simple it gets when a certain economics professor falls for an emotionally unavailable political science professor.

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !

word count: 3.5k

warnings: fwb should be warning in itself, jungkook is a simp and a hot nerdy professor (yummm), oc has a tabby cat named miso, bam makes his first appearance, jungkook has a big ol' crush on oc, some unrequited romantic feelings (?) we're not sure yet, explicit sexual content; making out, kook has heart eyes for oc's boobs, five second strip show, like a split second of male masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), a teeny wheeny bit of fingering, oc rides that thang like a cowgirl, unprotected sex (oc is on birth control and they're both clean), plus some angsty vibes at the end :(((

author's note: part 1 is out my dudes !!! 😭😭 i hope you enjoy this little introduction to jungkook and oc, and i can't wait to start exploring their dynamic a little more in depth in the next parts!! i'm so excited to go on this journey with you all, so pls make sure to follow, reblog, and send me an ask if you want to chat about these cuties 🤪 part 2 coming soon !

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It's the end of the day and Jungkook is on his way out, heading home after an exhausting day at the university. He walks down the corridor, his phone in hand, his eyes trained to his phone as he checks his emails.

You step out of your office, shutting the door and straightening your bag on your shoulder. You dig through it for your office keys, locking up once you find them. He looks up from his phone for a second and spots you, a smile tugging at his lips as he pockets his phone and walks over to you.

He leans against the wall next to your door, arms crossed, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “Hey,” he murmurs with a little grin.

“Hey, Kook,” you greet softly, walking away to head home, Jungkook peeling himself off the wall to walk next to you.

“Long day?” he asks with a sympathetic smile.

You love your job, really, you do. But some days are draining and dealing with young adults who don't even know how to reference their sources for an essay or spell parliament properly can actually drive you to drink. “Mm, thank God the day's over,” you chuckle, looking over at him as you walk down the stone walkway together, the sun slowly starting to set on campus.

He chuckles, looking over at you to catch the way the golden hour light casts a pretty yellowish-orange glow over your skin, his eyes quickly diverting down to the ground to stop himself from staring, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Hey, uhm...if you don't have any plans tonight, do you maybe wanna come over to my place?” he asks, feeling like an awkward teenager with a crush every time he asks you that, even if he's done it ten dozen times by now. He knows why he's inviting you over. You know why he's inviting you over.

“Yeah, sure,” you say casually, heading in the direction of the parking lot to get to your car. You see it in its usual parking spot, right next to his, just like it is every day, like a silent declaration that you're a package deal.

His heart really shouldn't do that weird thump-thump thing that it does every time you agree to come over, but it does, and it might just be heart disease, but he is yet to get it under control. “Cool...cool...Is 7 okay for you?” he asks, taking out his keys as he approaches his car, leaning against the driver's door with a little smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I'll just go home and change out of these clothes and feed Miso then I'll head over,” you murmur absentmindedly while you dig through your bag for your car keys, searching through the endless pit of earphones, a tangled phone charger, lip liner, lip gloss, and ten thousand receipts for things you don't even remember buying. He watches you with a faint smile, knowing how messy that bag is, but also knowing that if he lectures you about it, your response will be, 'you don't get it, you're not a woman' so he minds his business and stands by patiently.

“You can go, I'll manage,” you mumble, your eyebrows furrowed, a soft pout on your lips as you rummage through the leather bag. He chuckles and cocks his head to the side, finding it quite amusing. “You sure? I feel like I could find the cure for cancer before you find your keys in that thing.”

“You should quit teaching and go into comedy,” you mutter dryly, finally finding the damn keys. “Ha. Found it,” you quip, smiling sarcastically before unlocking the car. He shakes his head with a soft smile, rolling his eyes as he gets in his own car. He'll get you back for your sass, but he knows that his 'punishments’ feel more like a reward than anything else.

You go home and feed Miso, the grey tabby lounging around like she's the queen of your apartment, completely unbothered that you're only staying for a little while before eventually leaving again to get dicked down hang out with Jungkook. You put on some comfortable sweats and give her a few kisses and cuddles before heading over to Jungkook's place.

This is a regular thing for you guys. You remain professional at work, well, as professional as two people who are hooking up can be, and then you go over to his place, or vice versa, and sometimes there's wine, sometimes there's dinner, sometimes you go straight to the sexy part, or sometimes there's no sexy part at all because one of you just wants to talk or watch a movie. It works for you. It's easy. It feels good. Really good.

He's a good friend. He's kind, he's a good listener, and he's all those nice, sweet, lovely things. He's also really good in bed, which is always a bonus in a...friend.

Good friends offer to drive you home from the club when you've had one too many to drink. Good friends support you in times of need. Good friends go down on you until your legs shake. That's just how it is.

"Slow down, you're gonna choke," he chuckles, watching you stuff your face with Indian takeout. It's like a competitive sport when the two of you eat dinner, which is one of the things you like most about hanging out with Jungkook. There is no pressure to be perfect. You can act the way you really want to and not feel scrutinized for it. Maybe it's just because his big fat crush has completely tinted the way he sees you, but he'd happily watch you pig out if it means he gets to spend time alone with you.

“I thought you like it when I choke a little bit,” you tease, just wanting to get a reaction out of him, and that's exactly what you get. He nearly chokes on his food, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide as he looks over at you.

“Jesus Christ, ___, you can't just say stuff like that,” he coughs, trying to compose himself, roughly clearing his throat to not die via chicken biryani. It’s quite a strange thing how he can go from this to a sex god in bed, not that it's anything for you to complain about.

Jungkook does the dishes after dinner which allows you to enjoy some alone time with Bam. The brown doberman plops down on the couch, practically begging to be cuddled. He’s always been quite fond of you, since Jungkook adopted him three years ago. He’s the sweetest boy. He loves being loved on, much like his father.

Jungkook watches as you give Bam “lovies” as you call it, the dog absolutely basking in the attention.

“I’m starting to think he likes you more than me,” Jungkook jokes with a scoff, smiling as Bam does his ‘sit/lay down’ tricks for you. What a showoff.

“He’s never gotten that comfortable with anyone who isn't me,” he murmurs with a soft smile, watching the two excited puppies in his living room. “He gets really excited when he knows you're coming over.”

“Bam, cut it out. I’m Miso’s mommy, she’s going to get jealous,” you playfully scold him, although the scratches you give him say otherwise. He’s just a doe-eyed, dark-haired, soft-hearted boy. Again, much like his father.

Jungkook finishes drying the dishes and practically shoves Bam out the way to get the same attention from you. He lays down on the couch with his head in your lap and you already know what he wants. You lightly scratch his scalp, watching his eyes flutter shut, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, relishing in the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Sex is great, but there's something about moments like this that just makes him want to get down on his knees and give you whatever you want, whenever you want it.

“I think Bam-ie’s upset,” you chuckle, looking over at him with a soft, apologetic smile, his father looking anything but sorry. He chuckles as he watches Bam quietly stroll back to the bedroom, his eyes fluttering shut once more when you do that thing with your nails that sends shivers down his spine.

“He’ll live,” he scoffs, wincing when you give his hair a firm tug, his lips puffing up into a pout.

You don't really remember how exactly you ended up on his lap with your hands in his hair and his lips peppering your jaw and neck with gentle, tender kisses, but you know that it feels good.

“We’ve been so busy lately, we’ve barely gotten a chance to do this,” he murmurs against your skin, his hands trailing up your thighs to rest at your hips.

You scoff, your eyes fluttering shut as he sucks on that sweet spot behind your ear. It's true. You’ve both been so busy with work that you haven't hung out or had sex in two weeks.

“I know. I’ve been relying on my vibrator.”

He feels a shrill of heat run through him at the thought of you pleasuring yourself, as if he hasn't already seen the actual thing live in-person.

“Yeah? Is he better than me?” he teases with a little grin, pressing soft kisses to your pulse point.

“First of all; she, and I mean…she gets the job done,” you tease, not wanting to outright admit that nothing and no one can make you cum the way he does.

“You couldn't have just said no?” he chuckles, leaning his head back to rest against the back of the couch, his eyes heavy-lidded as he looks up at you. “Maybe I should get myself a toy too…y’know, for when you're too busy,” he teases with a lazy grin.

“What, like a pocket pussy?” you laugh.

“Mm. Something like that.”

“I’d prefer you to be inside me instead of a fake vagina,” you quip, leaning in to press a feather-like kiss to his lips, just testing the waters a bit. “Are you gonna think of me when you use it?” you tease, batting your lashes the way you know makes him go a little weak.

He swallows thickly, nodding like he’s hypnotised. “Of course I’d think of you,” he murmurs, his hips bucking up in a sad attempt to get you to give him some friction. “It wouldn't compare to you though. Nothing compares to you.” His voice is soft and airy, sounding almost pathetic.

You feel a little smile tug at your lips, your resolve slowly slipping. He’s so open about his thoughts and feelings. He’s not afraid to be vulnerable and lay it all out there, even if it is just sex.

His heart does that stupid thump-thump thing again at the sight of your smile, but now really isn't the time to psychoanalyse that, so he pushes that thought away for later.

“Can you take this off for me?” He slips his fingers underneath the soft fabric of your sweatshirt, getting a bit antsy to see more of you.

He’s never really given it too much thought whether he’s an ass or tits typa guy, but when you pull your sweatshirt over your head and his eyes land on that black bra with the little pink bows, the one that you know he likes so much, he swears he’s never seen anything prettier.

“God, I love these.” He leans his head forward to press soft little kisses to the tops of your breasts, his hands trailing up the sides of your ribs. “My pretty girls.”

Your eyes fall shut, the butterflies starting to flutter in the pit of your stomach. Sex with him is so soft and sweet. He says nice things and he makes you feel good, both physically and emotionally, and that makes your anxiety spike just a tad, so you deflect.

“Do you always make conversation with a woman’s tits before you stick it in her or…?”

He chuckles, and it's deep and warm, a little comforting, like if hot cocoa had a voice.

“Take this off. Wanna see them,” he murmurs softly, lightly tugging at the strap of your bra to let it snap back against your skin.

You roll your eyes, but the faint smile on your lips tells him that you're more than happy to oblige. You reach back to unclasp it, letting the material fall from your body, his eyes growing a shade darker at your exposed skin.

He swirls his tongue around a nipple and sucks before repeating the same thing on the other side, giving both breasts the attention they deserve. His eyes flutter shut like he wants to savour every little moment with you.

You reluctantly get up off his lap, and before he can protest, you're discarding the rest of your clothing, sliding your sweatpants down your legs. He makes quick work of following your lead by removing his shirt and pants, his boxers following quickly behind.

You make a little show of removing your panties, and you would normally be embarrassed by the amount of moisture that has already accumulated inside the flimsy material, but right now, all you can focus on is his hand giving his cock a few lazy strokes while he watches you undress for him.

“C’mere.” He spreads his legs a bit, his cock already almost fully hard, the tip slowly turning a light shade of pink. You'd never thought of a cock as 'pretty' before, but damn, it's pretty.

You do as he says without a single protest or complaint, your pussy practically throbbing at the sight of him. Oh, how wonderful it is to be his friend.

You get down on your knees in front of him, his eyelids hanging low as he looks down at you, his hand pumping his cock.

You pride yourself in being good at oral sex, but it's never been something you particularly love doing. That is, until you started hooking up with Jungkook. Sometimes he’ll just be doing something as simple as watching a show on tv, and you’ll be on your knees with your hair up and his cock hitting the back of your throat. It's everything, from the sounds he makes, to the way his eyebrows furrow and his lips part in ecstasy, that makes it so enjoyable.

You take over for him, giving his cock a few strokes before swirling your tongue around the head, pulling a deep groan from the back of his throat. You start sucking, working your way down his length, occasionally looking up to see that look on his face that makes your pussy clench. He rests his hand at the back of your head, not applying pressure, just wanting to feel more of you as you bob your head up and down a few times.

You give the tip some attention, then go all the way down to the base so that your nose just lightly brushes against his pelvis, then back up again, keeping a nice rhythm. His groans, paired with the way his stomach tenses every time you take him down to the base, is almost enough to make you cum right then and there.

“Fuck…baby, stop, please. Don't wanna cum too early,” he murmurs hoarsely, reaching for you to get up and straddle his lap. Your hips slide back and forth, your slick coating him, his dick glistening under the low light of the living room lamp.

“Already? Jesus, Jungkook, have some self-respect.” You can't help but tease him a bit, even in a moment like this, where you're in no position to be making fun of his desperation when you’re as wet as you are.

He scoffs, his hand disappearing between your legs, his middle and ring finger rubbing slow circles over your clit before sliding back to sink into your sopping entrance, shutting you right up.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” he teases with a lazy little grin, his fingers slowly pumping in and out, your wetness allowing him to move them without any resistance.

“Don't speak about my daughter at a time like this.”

His laughter gets cut off by your lips crashing into his, his fingers slipping out of you as you lift your hips to align the tip of his cock with your entrance.

“Want me to sit on it?”

“Yeah.” His voice is breathless as the anticipation slowly builds in his gut. No matter how many times you have sex, he’ll never get tired of that rush of adrenaline that flows through him in that moment right before he slides in.

“Ask nicely.”

“___, come on,” he laughs half-heartedly, tilting his head back against the couch, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

“Ask me nicely and I’ll sit down, Kook,” you whisper, leaning in so that your lips just barely graze against his.

“Please…please, baby. Ride me, please.”

The groan he lets out as you slowly sink down on his cock is enough to send shivers down your spine. It's thick and long, but it's not too big for it to hurt. It fits perfectly, nice and snug like a glove.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he mutters hoarsely, his hands gripping you harder as you begin to roll your hips in that fluid motion that makes him go a little crazy.

It feels like an honour that he gets to see you like this, naked on top of him, riding him deep and slow on his couch after a long day at work. He doesn't know what he ever did in his lifetime to deserve to be balls deep inside you on a Friday night, but he knows that he’s a lucky bastard.

“Just like that. Fuck, you're so tight,” he groans, looking down to watch the way your pussy sucks him in, like something out of a wet dream.

You set a nice pace, riding him just the way he likes it. You reach down to rub circles over your clit, your walls clenching around his cock, pulling soft moans and whimpers from his lips.

“Keep going,” he mutters, his voice trembling. “Fuck, you're gonna make me cum, baby…”

You ride a bit faster, applying more pressure to your clit as you chase your own high. He fights to keep his eyes open, desperately needing to watch you as the pleasure takes over.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” The pleasure creeps up on you and you cum with a breathless moan, your walls fluttering around his length, throbbing and pulsating.

“Gonna…holy shit…gonna cum, baby, don't stop…”

You use the last of your energy to bring him to his peak, moving your hips until his cock twitches and his muscles tense beneath you. He cums with a guttural groan, his fingers digging into your flesh so hard that it might bruise tomorrow.

You continue to grind down on him to help him ride it out. You gently run your fingers through his damp hair, his skin slightly dewy, his eyes squeezed shut. He trembles as the aftershocks flow through him, his breathing coming out a bit uneven.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, looking like he just died and came back to life. He lifts his head to press a soft kiss to your lips, but you pull away before he can deepen it.

“Come on, let go. I gotta go clean up.”

You very rarely allow him to cuddle you after sex. It feels too intimate, too romantic. You don't allow yourself to be romantic with Jungkook. He's not your boyfriend and you like it that way.

He lets out a small hum of disagreement as you lift yourself up, his hands moving to hold your waist.

"Stay here for a little longer," he mumbles softly, his voice drowsy. He looks at you with big doe eyes, trying to persuade you to stay. “Just a few more minutes.”

“You're starting to soften inside me and I have to shower, Kook. You know I hate feeling sticky.”

He reluctantly lets you go, groaning softly as you get up off his lap. "Fine, fine," he grumbles, his eyes following you as you walk over to the bathroom.

You walk off to his bathroom and close the door, locking it behind you. Locking the door is something so simple but it means so much. It means, 'You're not my boyfriend so we can't share that level of intimacy. You can fuck my brains out, but you can't wash my hair in the shower or sit on the toilet while I do my skincare'. It's too coupley.

Jungkook slowly puts his boxers back on, staring at the bathroom door. He knows he’s not your boyfriend. He knows he probably never will be. He knows all your boundaries and your rules and your reasons for having them, but that doesn't make it sting any less. He can't help but wonder what it would feel like if you actually allowed him to love you, but he knows he’s just being foolish and hopeful. He knows that by physically locking that door, you're locking him out of ever getting closer to you emotionally.

Part 2 >

[faraway-archive]

Favorite Secretary

Yan!CEO x GN (secretary) Reader

Tw: yandere behavior, smut, mind corruption

AN; Sorry for any mistakes, and no plot- smut :p

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Gasping for air as you grasp his desk as he keeps fucking you. Trying to keep your moans down as his cock fits perfectly into your hole, as if it was made for him and that just made him more feral. He wants to hear more of you, if only you didn't have to be quite while he fucks you brainless. Every time both of you have sex he is very happy about ruining your career, he did everything in his power to make sure you only work with him. That you are under his control. He made sure you got rejected and blacklisted from working anywhere else but his company. Even better that you are his secretary, it helps to make sure you are closer to him than before.

He keeps ramming into you and grabs your waist tightly, making sure you don't fall onto his desk. He wants to make sure you feel his dick inside of you, at some point he pulls you up and makes you sit on his dick. Opening up your legs and just starts ramming his dick into your hole, you lost it and moaned loudly. You can't help it, his dick feels good as he keeps going in and out, it doesn't help that he is taller and buffer to. He has all that muscle and it wasn't for show, it's something that he can use to his advantage.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. You love taking my cock right? Panting like crazy, grabbing my arm as if that can stop me from being in your tight hole."

You couldn't say anything but moan. His dick is too good, too good for you to mumble anything but a slight 'yes'. Grabbing his arms as he goes into you, begging to cum. You can't help it- his dick is too good for you to keep it in longer and you just need to let it go. You can't think straight anymore besides his dick. You hate it, you wish that you didn't have to come to this life. If only you didn't get blacklisted from the job site, you could have been anywhere else. But on the other hand you can't deny, this job is good and it helps keep you afloat in the current world. If only your CEO wasn't so.... obsessed with you, but I guess that comes with the job.

"I will only cum if you beg for it." "Please let me cum! Let me, please please," You kept blabbing, unable to make coherent sentences or thoughts. His dick is too much for you. "Cum then, since you're desperate enough for my dick."

As soon as you came, he still kept going. At this point you felt overwhelmed and your legs shake violently. Soon after he came inside of you- no warning as you feel his cum inside of you. Gasping as he slowly pulls his dick out, watching his cum drip out of your hole.

"Good.. you did so well. I'm proud of my little secretary, taking my dick well. But you did moan loudly... ah well that's another time. Good job." Smiling as he helps clean you up, dressing you in your outfit and watching you struggle to leave his office as if nothing happened.

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Below this is old writing, I didn't like the way it was heading so yeah, didn't feel like deleted it LOL

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ You always kept quiet and did your own things. Wondering why the CEO would make you be his own secretary, didn't he have one before? You wonder what happened to them. Shaking your head you continued your job, scheduling meetings, responding to emails, all sorts of boring but important tasks. While in the mists of your task, Lux, the CEO called you to his office. That's weird, he never called you to his office unless it was an emergency. Aka you fucked up. Gulping, you finished up sending the last email and began to walk up to his office.

While you were walking up to his office, Lux was eagerly waiting for you. He has done so much to get you to be this close, just a bit more and you will be his. He was able to mess up your life to the point to where you now depend on this job to survive. He was getting tired of his old sectary anyways, but you. You were appealing to him. Something about you appealed to his taste, you were someone so pure, kind-hearted, something that he mostly lacked. You touched his heart when he first saw you in that small café. He was going to pass that until he heard your voice, and than he saw you. You captivated his attention. He just had to have you. To make you his. He smiles as he eagerly waited for you, he just can't wait to make you his. No matter what.

You made it to his office, standing in front of it you softly knocked. Hearing a muffled 'come in' you opened the door. Lux. The CEO sitting in his desk, smiling at you and gesturing to come closer to his desk. You do, very shakily. When you arrived at his desk, he stands up and walks towards you, Lux towering over you as he slowly leans in to your face. You slowly back away from him until your back hits his desk.

Glancing up at him he smirks, one of his hands holds the back of your hair and yanks it. Making you look at his ceiling and felt his breath on your neck. Kissing your neck as his other hand travels down into your pants. Gasping as he quickly unbottles your pants and watching it slide down.

[sweetlittlenamjoon]

ʚ♡ɞ sleepy baby reg!reader + cg!jeonghan ʚ♡ɞ

for anon

♡ tags: lowercase, masc reader, baby/toddler regression, helping with your bedtime routine, you're just too dang small and sleepy, just the two of you in a nondescript apartment situation, baby gear mention (paci), pet names (sweetheart, baby, little one) ♡ warnings: non-speaking spell, medication (its part of my night time routine and thought i'd include it bc i know its part of a lot of ours), if someone brushing your teeth for you grosses you out skip from "he holds the handle out to you but your body just feels so heavy." to "that should do it." he nods and stands. " ♡ word count: 971

you sway softly from side to side, just enjoying listening to the various noises of your apartment. the hum of the heater, the gentle splashes and clinking of jeonghan doing the after dinner dishes, the way he softly sings under his breath to himself to help him through a task. you've picked up the same habit over time, humming or singing as you pick up your things or write emails.

it's getting late. honestly you're not sure why jeonghan is even still here, doing your dishes for you and letting you sit in the living room all bundled up and cozy. you'd almost feel guilty if he hadn't insisted so much, pushing you into your room to get into your pajamas by force. the blanket smells good too, freshly cleaned. you're not sure when you last did laundry, or even if this is your blanket. everything's so fuzzy and warm it's a little hard to think. it doesn't matter, really. as long as you get to stay all warm and bundled up.

your head had just began to drift off to sleep on your living room floor when you hear soft, padding footsteps. "sweetheart?"

you make a vague whine in response.

"hi baby." the warmth in jeonghan's voice seeps into your skin, sending tingles up the back of your skull. "does someone need to go to bed?"

you grumble and pull your blanket tighter around yourself, squishing your eyes even more firmly.

"no, none of that, baby." jeonghan's hands find your shoulders and start to rub slow circles. "if you fall asleep on the floor you'll get all sore, little one. you'll wake up and think about how mean i was to leave you out here, all alone on the cold hard floor! i can't have you turning into a shrimp, now can i?" you giggle, slowly blinking yours eyes as open as they'll go.

"there you are!" jeonghan smiles fondly, eyes crinkling up at the corners. "my big boy, so responsible!" you think about thanking him, but your brain's too tired to make words at the moment. instead, you wriggle a hand out of your nest and touch his cheek. soft.

"hi baby." he repeats. "what do you say we get those teeth brushed?"

you whine.

he shushes gently. "i know, i know. but after that we can get our paci and get all snuggly in bed, doesn't that sound nice?"

you pout, looking up at jeonghan with your roundest puppy-dog eyes, but ultimately being all cozy under the covers with an actual mattress to lay on instead of the hard floor does sound nice. maybe you could even convince him to read you a story.

so, you nod once and wiggle your other hand out of the blanket, reaching up at him.

when he pulls you up and out of your nest you're suddenly hit with just how cold it is. you whine and cling to jeonghan's side for a few steps while he drags you behind him. he sighs lightly and turns back to you.

"you want up?" he holds him arms open. you try to protest, but without access to words it's a little difficult so you just look frantically between the floor and the door to your bathroom that's only about 20 steps away. "hey, hey. it's alright if you don't want to, but i really don't mind. i like taking care of you, little one." he smiles, warm again and you feel all the worry melt out of your body.

you nod a little shyly, letting him hoist you into his arms like nothing. it's almost silly how fast you reach the bathroom, and how soon he's setting back down, sat on the closed toilet lid. he walks back out to the living room and returns with your blanket, wrapping you back up. you watch with heavy eyelids as he picks up your toothbrush, attentively wetting the bristles and squeezing toothpaste on to them.

"here you are, sweetheart." he holds the handle out to you but your body just feels so heavy. you blink up at him slowly, wondering what to do next. a little noise leaves the back of your throat.

"do you need help, baby? i can do that." he coos and kneels down next to you. "say ah!" he presses lightly on the hinge of your jaw with his free hand and you open your mouth. it's a strange sensation, but not unpleasant. he brushes gently in little circles, getting between every tooth. he tells you when to put your teeth together and when to stick out your tongue so he can brush it too.

"that should do it." he nods and stands. your brush is rinsed and you're handed a cup of water before your brain registers anything. you rinse and lean to spit in the sink. he hands you your night-time meds without needing to double check, you've asked him to get them for you while you're busy enough times that he knows them by name. you take them with the rest of the water while jeonghan combs his fingers through your hair. "i'd offer to brush your hair too, but i think that might have to wait until morning." he chuckles softly as your head bobs again.

you feel yourself getting picked back up, fuzzily recalling standing first. after a few steps your placed into bed, cool sheets under you and soft blanket being draped over you. jeonghan runs his hands through your hair. you could swear he's talking but you can't register any meaning from his words. it's just so warm, and nice, and cozy. you feel a kiss be placed on your temple.

you wish you could thank him, for being so kind, for taking such good care of you, but it'll have to wait until the morning.

thank you for reading ✧.*

[kairoot]

EICS. 💌 (05.) last time i saw you

WARNINGS ▸ 1.5K words, mentions of being tired and pretty depressed, let me know if i missed anything (i do not condone any of these things and this is not made to represent any of the idols' personality or behavior. it is simply for fictional purposes.)

SYNOPSIS ▸ you and jake broke up about a year ago and he made it his mission to forget everything about you. you've always wanted to send him a text or even a voicemail about how much you missed him but you always held back. that was until you two met again.

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Too many days had gone by since the party at Heeseung’s and Jake’s head was swirling. He wasn’t sure what was going on. He’d spent most of his time alone for the past two weeks, his phone turned off and his dorm door shut. For whatever reason, he couldn’t get the thought of Y/n out of his head, ever since he saw her.

Jake lied in bed, staring at the ceiling. There were clothes scattered over the floor and bed while his room reeked with the smell of day-old ramen. His papers for classes were unfinished and spread out on his desk with open emails about his absences from school. He blinked slowly as his brain came up with all of the most impossible scenarios of him and Y/n. Like them getting back together. It seemed utterly impossible to Jake.

There was a rhythmic knock on his door that knocked him out of his trance. He didn’t move, though, hoping whoever was there would move on and go about their day. But he was sadly mistaken.

The knock came again, only it was louder and more demanding. Jake huffed, swinging his legs over the bed to stand up. He trudged to the front door, swinging it open with a pout on his face.

“Wha—“

He cut his sentence short when he saw his mom smiling up at him and his dad with a slightly smaller grin. His eyes went wide as he tried processing the fact that they were actually there. He had mixed reactions; ecstatic and annoyed.

During Y/n and Jake's time together, Jake’s parents were not too fond of Y/n and they always made it known to the both of them. Whether Y/n was at their house and his parents gave her a certain look or mumbled something under their breath.

Jake's mouth opened and closed, struggling to find the right words. His mom's smile faltered slightly as she took in the state of his dorm. "Jake, honey, what's going on? We've been worried sick."

Jake ran a hand through his messy hair, stepping aside to let them in. "I'm fine, Mom. Just... a lot on my mind."

His dad glanced around the cluttered room, his expression a mix of concern and disapproval. "Doesn't look like you're fine, son. This place is a mess."

Jake sighed, closing the door behind them. "I've just been busy with classes and stuff. Didn't have time to clean up."

His mom walked over to the desk, picking up a crumpled paper. "These don't look like assignments, Jake. What's really going on?"

Jake hesitated, his eyes darting to the floor. He could feel the weight of his parents' gaze on him, and it made the knot in his stomach tighten. "It's... it's Y/n," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

His mom's face softened, but his dad's expression hardened. "That girl again? Jake, we told you��"

"Don't," Jake interrupted, his voice sharper than intended. "Just don't. I don't need a lecture right now."

His mom put a hand on his dad's arm, silencing him. She turned back to Jake, her eyes filled with concern. "What happened, sweetheart?"

Jake took a deep breath, the memories flooding back. "I saw her at Heeseung's party a couple of weeks ago. Ever since then, I can't stop thinking about her. I thought I was over her, but... I miss her. A lot."

His mom reached out, gently touching his arm. "It's okay to miss someone, Jake. But you can't let it consume you. You need to take care of yourself."

Jake nodded, but he couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. "I know, but it's hard. Everything reminds me of her. And knowing how you guys felt about her back then... it doesn't help."

"But you never gave her a chance," Jake shot back. "You didn't see how happy she made me."

There was a tense silence before his mom spoke again. "Maybe we were too harsh. If she's on your mind this much, maybe you need to talk to her. See if there's still something there."

Jake looked at her, surprised. "You think so?"

She nodded, a small smile forming. "Sometimes, we need to follow our hearts, even if it means taking a risk."

Jake felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe his mom was right. Maybe he needed to reach out to Y/n, to see if there was still a chance for them. As his parents helped him tidy up his dorm, Jake's mind was already racing with possibilities. For the first time in weeks, he felt a sense of clarity.

That night, after his parents left, Jake sat at his desk, staring at his phone. His fingers hovered over Y/n's contact, his heart pounding.

Y/n sat at a table in the bustling cafeteria, focusing intently on her lunch to avoid her friends' probing looks. Yunjin, Harvey, and Jurin were discussing the latest gossip, but Y/n felt their eyes darting to her, silently urging her to join the conversation.

"Y/n, you've been quiet all day," Yunjin finally said, her voice laced with concern. "What's up?"

Y/n shrugged, forcing a nonchalant smile. "Just tired, that's all. Long night of studying."

Harvey narrowed her eyes, clearly not convinced. "Is this about Jake? We all saw the way you looked at each other at Heeseung's party."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name, but she shook her head firmly. "I'm over Jake. Seeing him again just reminded me of why it didn't work out. I don't need him."

Jurin leaned forward, her expression empathetic. "But you miss him, don't you? It's okay to admit that."

Y/n sighed, feeling the weight of their concern. "Yeah, I miss him sometimes. But that doesn't mean we should be together. I need to focus on myself, on what makes me happy without relying on him."

Yunjin smiled softly. "That's a good mindset. But remember, it's okay to feel sad or nostalgic. Just don't let it control you."

Harvey nodded. "And we're here to help you through it. You don't have to do this alone."

Jurin chimed in, her voice gentle. "Yeah, we're your friends. We've got your back, no matter what."

Y/n felt a surge of gratitude for her friends' support. "Thanks, guys. It really helps knowing you're here for me."

As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, Y/n gathered her things, feeling a sense of resolve. She didn't need Jake to be happy. She had her friends, her goals, and her own strength. And that was enough.

Walking to their next class, Yunjin looped her arm through Y/n's. "Let's make a pact. No more moping over boys. We're focusing on ourselves and our future."

Harvey laughed. "Hear, hear! Here's to strong, independent women."

Jurin grinned. "And to friends who stick together through everything."

Y/n smiled, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. With her friends by her side, she knew she could face whatever challenges came her way. And as they walked down the hall, she felt a renewed sense of purpose and confidence. She didn't need Jake to complete her; she was already whole.

Sunghoon, Riki, and Heeseung sat in the campus café, their usual hangout spot between classes. The table was littered with half-empty coffee cups and textbooks, but the conversation was far from academic.

"Has anyone seen Jake lately?" Riki asked, stirring his iced coffee absently. "He hasn't shown up to any of our classes this week."

Heeseung shook his head, his brow furrowed in concern. "Nope. His dorm's been shut tight every time I checked. I tried calling him, but he’s not picking up."

Sunghoon sat silently, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on his phone. He had been uncharacteristically quiet and tense, his mood casting a shadow over their usual banter.

Heeseung exchanged a look with Riki, then leaned forward. "Sunghoon, what's up with you? You've been in a mood all day."

Sunghoon's grip tightened on his phone, but he didn't respond.

Riki frowned, frustration creeping into his voice. "Come on, man. We're all worried about Jake, but you're acting like something else is bothering you."

Sunghoon finally looked up, his eyes flashing with anger. "It’s nothing. Just focus on Jake."

Heeseung sighed, trying to keep his patience. "We know he saw Y/n at the party. It's probably why he's been off. But we can't help if you don't talk to us."

Sunghoon's jaw tightened, and he looked away. He was still fuming about how none of them had shown up to his big game last weekend, but he wasn't about to bring it up now. They had more pressing issues to deal with.

Riki tapped his fingers on the table, thinking. "Maybe we should call Jay. He was at the party too, and he might have some insight."

Heeseung nodded. "Good idea. I'll give him a call."

Heeseung stepped away to make the call while Sunghoon and Riki waited, the tension between them palpable. After a few minutes, Heeseung returned, shaking his head. "No answer. We’ll have to figure this out ourselves."

Riki sighed. "Alright, then. Let’s just go to Jake’s dorm. He can’t ignore us if we’re standing right in front of him."

Sunghoon's expression softened slightly, a hint of relief in his eyes. "Yeah, let’s go."

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[supercorpkid]

Ace Reporter - Final Part

Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader

Word Count: 3940.

You roll in your hotel bed thinking about the cheap shot you threw at Kara earlier. You've hated Kara for the longest time, with the burning passion of a thousand suns. But only because it was a lot easier to blame your failure on someone else. And while you were many kilometers away from her, you got away with it pretty effortlessly.

That was until you met her.

And Kara was nothing you built her up to be. No vulture trying to steal the spotlight, no untalented lucky bastard, no nerd with no life. Kara is the opposite of every single flaw you embedded her character with.

And yet. You can't, for the life of you, admit the truth. Because if you did, if you finally took Kara out of the equation, you'd see that the reason why you didn't get the prize, and then the promotion, and the reason why your career got side-tracked is because you didn't try enough. You yield to your editors every wish. You let Lois Lane and Clark Kent go on every single assignment you were more than capable of doing. You never stood up for yourself.

So you think about Lena's offer while you march into CatCo the next morning, with no idea on whether you'll be walking through these doors everyday from now on, or never again. 

Kara is awkward and barely amicable when you get there. You want to apologize, but you don't do it. You hold your truth even though it is a lie. 

It would be a lot easier to write the article together if you two were at least talking to each other, instead of sending emails back and forth while she is at the desk next to yours. In fact, you only regret taking so long to write and review it, when the last person makes their way out of the office and you're left alone with Kara.

You sigh for the hundredth time. 

"I'm sorry, is this bothering you?" Kara smirks, making as much noise as she can on the chair. You narrow your eyes at her.

"The chair, or you in it?" You bicker. She raises her eyebrow, and you look at her waiting for the comeback, but it's cut off by your phone ringing next to you. "I have to take this. Here, wear my noise canceling headphones and keep out of my private conversation, Supergirl."

Kara sighs, picking it up from your hands and putting it on. She yells. "SAY SOMETHING SO I KNOW IT WORKS."

"Yeah, it works."

"HUH?" You roll your eyes at her. "HEY, THIS IS GOOD! IT ACTUALLY WORKS! CAN I BORROW IT SOMETIME?"

You breathe deep before picking up the phone, knowing you'll need all of your patience for this conversation with your editor. "Yes?"

"Where is my quote, Y/L/N?"

"I don't have it yet."

"What do you mean you don't have it yet?" He is clearly stressed, so you prepare yourself for the upcoming outburst. "You were in the plane with Lena Luthor and you went to fucking Kaznia," His voice raises up in a crescendo. "And you're telling me you don't have one fucking quote I can use in an article? I don't think you realize this is a job assignment! You're not in National City to make friends, you fucking moron." You open your mouth to argue, but he doesn't even give you time. "Had I known you were so fucking stupid I wouldn't have sent you! Clark told me you're good at finding people's secrets, well I think you're good at wasting company's money! Pack your things and get back here. You'll be lucky if I give you dog shows after this!"

He hangs off the phone and you look at it. Tears welling up on your eyes, and whisper. "I have something better.” 

Kara turns on the chair, and is met with your eyes full of tears. She ditches the headphone on the desk and basically runs towards you. “Hey, hey.”

“I’m fine!” You snap, cleaning your tears aggressively. 

“Y/N…” She tries with a sweet voice.

“Don’t you dare feel sorry for me, Danvers!” You clean your nose with your hand. Tears come back to your eyes immediately. “I don’t need your pity, I know prize-awardee-Kara is much better than me and-“

Your words are cut off by her arms quickly evolving you. Your head is trapped between her chest and her arms in an almost bone-hurting hug, and you hate how much you love this. "You're alright." She makes sure, then whispers almost to herself, "I've got you. I've got you."

You can't tell for sure, being face deep into Kara's chest, but you think you feel a kiss being planted on the crown of your head, with sweet reassuring words coming right after. And you cannot not cry. No matter how much you try to be strong, and unbothered, and better than Kara Danvers. Right now, inside her embrace, is the safest you've ever felt in a long time.

It's a while before you can finally whisper, “I’m alright.” 

Kara lets go of your head. There are no more tears wetting your face, because they’re all wetting her cardigan. Her stupid, comfortable, nice scented cardigan. You want to say something, apologize for this ridiculous and weak behavior, you want to beg her to forget this ever happened, instead you say nothing.

“Ok.” Kara says, a trying smile. “Food break!”

And proceeds to order from her favorite Chinese restaurant because you have to try her favorite potstickers in the world and not another word is commented on your cry for help. And soon you're both back to the old ways. Can't really describe it better because what are the old ways? Flirting? Laughs and banter? Working so well together it reminds you of Lois and Clark? Whatever it is, you're back at it.

“Hey.” Kara waves her hand in front of your face. “The article is amazing, there are no typos or grammatical errors. You’ve reviewed it enough. Let’s go celebrate!”

"Celebrate?" You make sure. "What are you celebrating? Lex is still on the loose, you and Clark will still have to deal with it."

"Yeah, but we finally finished the article!" Kara beams, excitedly, touching your arm. She doesn’t know that you actually don’t have a quote yet because you’ve been debating with yourself whether you’d like to move to National City or not.

"Oh, so we're celebrating that I'm leaving." It’s what you choose to go with.

"What? No! That's not - I didn't - No." She fumbles and you make a real effort not to let your feelings show. It's really hard to hold back the truthful smile you wish to give to her adorable confused face.

"Relax, Danvers. I know what you meant. You could never celebrate that I'm leaving when you're so in love with me." You joke with a smirk, but are you really just joking or is this another failed attempt to not flirt with her? 

Kara also laughs, even though it sounds pained and strangled on her chest. Not funny. Not funny at all. 

"You know I can just come and visit, right?" Kara says, a dorky smile filled with double meaning and secrets. You hold back your own dorky smile, but it's getting harder by the minute. 

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Kara looks at you fondly, a smile still playing on her lips, because she knows better now and so you roll your eyes. "Don't count your victory too soon, Danvers. Lena offered me a job at CatCo."

"She did? That’s so great!” She celebrates, eager to have you close. Then she thinks about it for a second, not sure what it means. “And, um, are you? I mean, staying?"

You breathe deep, looking outside the window. You could get used to this view. You could get used to doing some actual investigative journalism even if it means you getting punched in the face from time to time. You could get used to Kara’s dorky face even if you want to punch her most of the time. 

You look back at her, kind blue eyes filled with anticipation and clear adoration, “I don’t know, Danvers. There’s probably space for just one investigative reporter in this magazine. You know I don’t like sharing the byline.”

“God, Y/N. Is that the only thing you think about?” Kara steps closer, her hands shake a little when she reaches out. “Don’t you ever think about sharing something more than a byline with someone?”

“Like what?” You ask, but you know the answer. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes. It’s clear as day when you can cut the sexual tension with a knife. It’s screaming at you in bright light and you are making sure you close your eyes so you don’t see it. 

“Life, maybe?” Kara’s hands travel slowly from your arms past your shoulders and up your neck.

“Life?” You parrot. Mouth running awfully dry, eyes so glued to Kara’s, you can’t even blink. And you only realize you’ve been holding your breath for so long when your lungs beg for it. 

“Yeah.” Kara Danvers stops staring at your eyes and stares at your lips instead and you’re so close you can’t help but dare a look at hers as well. Soft, pink, kissable.

“But maybe we can start simpler.”

“Oh?” It’s a strangled sound coming out of your lips full with want, but lacking oxygen.

“Maybe-” Kara’s hands make way to the nape of your neck, fingers brushing your hair gently and then, suddenly, not gentle at all when she grabs it, almost demanding.

If you want this to stop you gotta say something now! This is your chance! Stop your lips from meeting your almost-nemesis lips right now! 

“Maybe we can share a kiss.”

Your eyes widen even though you saw it coming, but when Kara’s face comes closer, your eyes just close, unwillingly. Wanting, needing, ready for what’s coming next.

You don't stop her when her face comes closer; you don't stop her when you feel her shallow and anxious breath on your cheek; you don't stop her when her lips lightly brush on yours asking for permission; you don't even stop her when she takes a second to utter your name out of her lips so full of desire and passion.

"Y/N, Rao."

And your heart stops when she finally takes your lips into hers, and you can't even think about how you'll have to fight anyone who says it was you who deepened the kiss, even though it was indeed your lips and your tongue that made the first move.

You stop thinking of how this is the lips of your almost-nemesis. You fail to see how this might ruin your reputation. When Kara's tongue slides into your mouth, and her demanding hands tightens around the nape of your neck and your hips, your brain cannot function properly to see all that is wrong with this, and the only thing it wants is more.

More of Kara. More lips and kisses. More hands on hips. You don't think you can get any closer to her, but you want to be close, and then closer. 

The closer you can get without letting her know how much you're loving this. Even though you're pretty sure she can tell by how hot your entire body feels, like you're being set on fire by your desire. Even though she can feel you're running out of oxygen and yet you have not tried to separate your lips to catch some air. You're sure she can listen to your heart beating almost out of your chest and the tiniest moans out of your mouth. She probably feels your arms so strongly wrapped around her, pulling her fully into you. Yes, Kara probably can tell you're as turned on as she is right now when her leg slots right between yours.

And that is so close, but still not close enough. You want to be the closer you can get without letting Kara know how much you truly like her. 

Your brain finally catches up, when you think about how much you like her, instead of how much you dread her. 

"This was a bad idea." You get away from her so fast, she is left dumbfounded, breathless, red cheeks and mouth wet. It makes you want to go back and kiss her some more because she looks dazzling. Gorgeous. Perfect. 

Instead, you force yourself to turn your back at her, quickly grabbing all of your stuff and making your way out of the office. 

"What?" Kara is finally able to come out of her shock. 

"You and I, it's not, it's just not-"

"It's not what? Right? Gosh Y/N, will you stop with this 'I hate you' act and admit your true feelings?"

You bite your lower lip, looking at her from the elevator, when it dings, you just step inside. "Fuck off, Danvers. Not everyone loves you."

You make it out of CatCo, and dare a last look behind yourself. You hope you never have to cross these doors again in this lifetime, because if you do you don't think you'll be able to separate your lips from Kara's again.

Lena texts you as soon as you get to your hotel room. You ignore the text until after you pack your bags, but you can't ignore her forever. She invites you to have lunch with her at L Corp the next day, and you think it's a good opportunity to ask her for a quote before you go back to Metropolis. It is the least you can do, anyway.

“I’m glad you accepted my invitation.” Lena points to the balcony. “You told me you liked the view. So I thought we could eat outside.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t talking about that view.”

Lena gives you a knowing smirk. “I know, darling.”

You follow Lena to the balcony, fancy food displayed on the table, the prettiest view of National City. Nothing like the potstickers and beer from last night. And yet, it doesn't seem to catch your attention any more than the improvised dinner on Kara's tiny work desk.

“So, have you thought about my proposition?” You open your mouth to tell her the news. “Before you say anything, remember I���ll be your boss and I can give you lots of benefits. Not at work, but definitely somewhere else.”

Lena winks at you and oh God, what have you got yourself into?

“Y/N, I really want you to stay.”

Your heart drops on your chest and the words fall out of your mouth without you being able to give a second thought to them. “I have to go.” 

You get up from the table, making your way out of Lena’s office. Your escape is put to a stop by her hand, pulling you towards her. 

You bump into her, face-to-face, bodies so close you can feel her warmth, flesh with flesh. Lena is staring right at your lips.

“Don’t run from this.” She whispers, breath hot on your own mouth and then, just like that, her lips touch yours and oh my God, what’s happening? Lena separates her lips, taking yours into hers and you can’t. Just can’t.

“Stop. I-I can’t.” She blinks at you, confused. “It’s not you, it’s-“ Lena is one second away from rolling her eyes, expecting a ‘it’s me’ out of your mouth, but it never comes. “It’s Kara.”

“Kara?” Her shock is visible, undeniable. To be honest, yours is too.

“Kara kissed me.”

“Oh!” Lena steps back, out of your personal space.

“And I hate her, I do. And you’re also the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen-“

“But?”

“I think I’m in love with her. I think I’ve loved her the whole time.” 

You see Lena's surprised face, and you're surprised too. Probably even more so than she is. How could this happen? How could all of that hatred and annoyance have just turned into love? How is it possible that when you hear Kara's name you don't want to roll your eyes because she is irritating, but rather because she is not here next to you. Was this love all along? Were you blinded by your fury and didn't see the obvious? Ugh. Why does Kara Danvers make you feel so many things? And why are all of them confusing as hell?

"I'm sorry." You walk a bit farther away, back turned to Lena in clear embarrassment, because let's be honest, you have been leading her on. "I promise you I'm just as confused as you are. I really thought I hated her."

"Well," Lena's voice is back to normal, no more shock. "Love and hate is such a thin line." 

"I'll get out of your hair." You start walking towards the door, but Lena holds you by your shoulder.

"Y/N, I meant what I said about the job in CatCo." She rounds you, so she can look at your face. "You and me, it was never a condition for it to happen. You are way too talented and I'd be stupid to let you get away." You blink your eyes in confusion, and she nods at you slightly. "Please, take the job. I promise it won't be weird in any way. Kara is my best friend and I see the way she looks at you. And now that I know your feelings towards her, I'll be the biggest supporter, trust me. Just don't let that almost kiss stop you from making a life-changing decision."

She is right. Lena Luthor is so right. It's time for you to finally stop sabotaging yourself. It's time to try harder than you've ever done. It's time to be honest for the first time.

You can't wait any longer, you've waited too long to tell her. You hid it (not so well) from yourself and the world for longer than you should've, so you can't anymore. It has to be now so you run out of Lena’s office and into the park adjacent.

"SUPERGIRL!" You yell, and yell and yell her name a few times until Kara lands in front of you. "God, what took you so long?"

"Caught a little bit of air traffic." She says with a doofus smile and you can't, won't fight yours anymore. So you smile at her joke, the biggest one you've let people see in a while. "Do you have an emergency?"

"I do." But you can't do this while she is in her Supergirl attire, because even though they are the same person, Supergirl isn't the one you fell in love with. You fell for dweeb Kara Danvers way before you learned her secret. "I need to talk to Kara Danvers."

"What?" Kara asks, confused. Given she is right in front of you and you know that all too well.

"You don't get it, Supergirl. I need to talk to Kara Danvers right now or I'll die. It's a real emergency." 

Kara tilts her head looking at you, confused. You keep running from Kara Danvers and saying the most mean things you can think of, and now you’re in front of her saying you’ll die if you don’t talk to her. Takes her a while, but she finally picks you up and flies you to her apartment. She disappears into her bedroom and comes back a full minute later into your sight, with her real doofus clothes. 

You can't really explain what happened to you when you saw her. Come to think of it, you haven't been able to explain half of the things that happened on this trip to National City. But your heart did a weird loop, your breath got stuck on your lungs and fuck, you had to kiss her right there, right then.

You run towards her, jumping on her arms and she catches you in shock, but you're so fast to kiss her, she can't even overthink this whole thing. 

So you kiss her, and kiss her. Until there's no air left in your lungs, until you realize her dweeb face is your favorite thing in the world, until you both fall into her bed entangled in each other.

"What is happening?” She manages a whisper in between kisses, unable to stop herself from kissing you, even though she doesn't truly understand what's going on.

"You were right. God, you are always right. You're my favorite person in the universe even though I hate you sometimes." She has a dorky smile, the one you would normally want to slap it out of her face, but instead you just kiss her again and again. "I never knew I could feel all of these emotions for just one person. Never realized I could feel so safe inside the embrace of the biggest nerd I know." Kara can't contain her happiness and you can't stop but showering her face with kisses. "I hate to admit when I'm wrong, but I was. I was fighting this feeling because it scared me, how-how could I like someone so much already?”

Kara’s smile reaches her eyes, she literally lights up when you say that and while a few days back you’d want to bring her down, now you just want her to be the happiest she can be.

“But you, Kara Danvers, you really do make it easy for people to like you that fast, don’t you?”

Kara kisses you, softly. “I wouldn’t say you liked me that fast. I mean, you were basically insulting me daily for two full weeks.”

“You have a real dorky face.”

She shrugs. “Yeah, but you like it.”

“I really do.”

And you thought it would be the hardest thing for you to admit. But right now, inside Kara’s embrace with her face so close to yours, you realize it is a lot easier to tell her the truth then fighting it so incessantly like you have since you got here.

"Can't believe we went from enemies to lovers."

"You were never my enemy. You're way too cute for that." Kara raises her eyebrows ready for a comeback. "And only half evil, anyways."

"Oh, you're getting quicker with the comebacks." You smile when you see how excited Kara gets with the compliment. "I still wanna punch your dorky face sometimes."

"Why don't you punch it with your lips." Kara raises her eyebrows suggestively a few times, and you can't help it but to laugh at her dorkiness and then to do exactly what she said.

Epilogue:

"Kara?" You hear Nia's voice next to the door, your eyes widen, and so does Kara's.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing in the closet?" You hold back the laugh from the double meaning, and Kara rolls her eyes at you.

"Changing back." She finally opens the door, leaving you hidden there.

"Because of Supergirl or because you've been making out with your girlfriend in there?" Nia knocks on the door. "Come out, Y/N. No one here wants you guys back in the closet. Also, the new boss is here. The making out in the closet era is over."

"But this was the first time." You defend yourself, slowly coming out of there.

"Oh please. It was the first time today. I might not have x-ray vision, but I have eyes, you know." Nia says and you and Kara share embarrassed smiles. "Now look alive, Andrea Rojas is here and something tells me she's not gonna give us special treatment like Lena did."

[gothmessi]

EVIDENCE

you can see they both have one side of their face who has been affected, my grandpa had a stroke and only has vision in one eye, the one he can open the most, he's paralyzed in one side of the body and can't walk or do his necesites without help, that's why I'm there, I clean after him, help him take some steps, wash his hands and face, my uncle comes home sometimes to bathe him. and my grandma has eyesight problems as well, she has one side of her face that has been affected for bad meds that she took when she couldn't afford new ones, I help her walk and cook, she has to feed 3 young girls who live with them because their father left them (I won't post their faces since they are underage), so I wash their clothes and try to keep them in good shape but we can't afford some stuff, the government gifts us 8 liters of milk every month and since they are both older than 65 the government also gives them money than can barely cover electricity and running water, sometimes they get free meds, sometimes they don't, ofc we can't afford physiotherapy for any of them but they need it very badly.

yes it's true I used the donation money to that wheelchair you see folded there, it was 2,600 mxn bc we can't afford a new one, on the table you can see lotions that they need, they were also bought with the donation money. and that's where my grandma of 81 years sleeps, my grandpa sleeps in the bed because he needs more space to move and that chair you see is where I sleep there when I take care of them, you can even see my blankets, I'm always waiting for something to happen, I wake up every hour to see if they need to go to the bathroom or take water.

that´s the bathroom, as you can see we only have 3 toilet paper, some shampoo and toothpaste, that's all they have until next month. I don't want to post their kitchen cause they have so many pots but so little food, all they have is rice, beans, some cereal and tortillas.

here is my bank account, I have 9 mxn to my name and I have the movements when I retired the 2,600 mxn to buy the wheelchair, they didn't gave us a receipt because we bought it from the son of an old woman who passed away in the neighborhood. it also shows the last movement, 5 dollars I received from a donation on paypal, I have received another 40 dollars but they won't show on my account at least for another 4-5 days.

and yes I used the donation money for college, here are the receipts, I covered some information for my own safety, you can see how the amounts are the same because that was paid, I got the payment receipt on august 14th, that covers august and september. the rest of the donation money was used to buy food and bus tickets in those two months, I really appreciate everyone who donated cause you all kept me alive for more than 2 months.

and this is why I keep asking for help, because I don't want my grandpa to be sad, hungry or in pain in his last days, that´s why I can't get a job and G-d knows I want one and need one, I don't want them to die alone, I´m a very good worker, I cleaned houses, sold clothes on the street, cleaned the poop of cows, cleaned stables, washed the clothes of other people, worked in construction, I'll do anything, clean anything, just can't right now and I have to pay my college tuition. they keep sending me emails about giving me a last chance at paying $1840 for january and also the same amount for february, etc. so yeah I think this is about it, ofc I don't want people to think I'm a scam cause I really need the help and I feel ashamed to ask for help but I feel like I won't make it out alone. thank you for reading, might delete some pics cause I also feel weird about posting my grandparents, their house and my uni things but I understand if some people need to see that to believe me and donate.

[leesolbeesol]

Cool Guy Gone Cute

genre: fluff, highschool!au

pairing: danceteam!chan x studentcouncil!o/c (again, could be x reader but I did give the o/c a name

summary: you need to do a bakesale

wc:

P1: 377

P2: 835

Total: 1.2k

a/n: this is all Sora's POV! I'm editing the next two parts and they're both Chan POVs. Also, all other people are made up. Even though Chaeyeon has the same name as an idol they aren't necessarily the same person but they can be if you want, I don't really care I just want my story to be enjoyed! Also look at me posting

Part 1

12:30, Wednesday

A storm is moving in. A translucent ray of light peeks through the windows in Mr. Kim’s math room where the Student Council is meeting. You couldn’t help but sneak glances at the clock hanging above the whiteboard, counting the seconds until you could grab your bag and rush down to the lunch room. 5 minutes.

“Alright,” The lanky student body president, Park Junyeop, says, “one more thing before we go.” Damn. “So we spent most of our budget on the festival last week, but the yearbook club switched to a different paper this year, so we need some more funds… Any ideas?” The window is suddenly pelted with the first of the storm.

“How much more?” Next to you, your best friend and irritated club treasurer, Chaeyeon, raises her hand lazily.

“Like $700?” Junyeop says tentatively. You’re pretty sure you heard someone groan.

“A bake sale?” You tilt into Chaeyeon.

“It doesn’t look like anyone else has anything to say...” She whispers back. Abruptly, she seizes your limp wrist and forces it up in the air.

“Chaeyeon? Sora?” Chaeyeon stays silent.

“We could do a bake sale…” You say weakly. You take a quick look at the clock. 4 minutes.

“That would raise some money. Any other ideas?” Rejected, but you’re not exactly sad about it. You look around the room. Not a single hand is up. The rain is pouring torrentially against the window. 3 minutes. Junyeop shattered the blank silence with a timely, yet undesirable interruption. “Fine. If no one has any additional ideas, we'll do a bake sale. Who wants to do it?” 

“It’s spring break next week! I can't believe Junyeop expects us to take on extra work. Who does he think we are?” Chaeyeon gripes, right in your ear. 2 minutes.

“I’ll assign it if no one wants to speak up.” He menaces. 1 minute. “Okay.” He sighs. “Sora, you suggested it, so I’m going to give this to you.” You’re actually joking, you think. There’s hardly any time between homework and… you time, obviously.

Only one correct answer gives you a chance for re-election. You surrender, “I’ll do it.”

“Taking one for the team, nice,” Chaeyeon says. You smile and kick her under the desk right as the bell rings.

Part 2

18:00, Wednesday

Your arrival is heralded by the jingling of the door chime, and the minimart smell hits you like a 4-wheeler. It’s a stark contrast from the fresh spring rain, it smells like incense and cleaning products. “There’s no way I can have an entire bake sale ready by Friday! I put like… two adverts up this morning in the hall, but I doubt anyone saw it.” You complain to Chaeyeon and Yoonseo as you enter the aisle you've been looking for. Hell yeah, Cheeto puffs. 

“Hey Chae, are you free after this?” Yoonseo grabs a bright red strawberry soda from the big steel fridge and checks the price.

“I would not be walking three miles to Sora’s house with you two if I had to be somewhere after this.”

“Sora~ we’ll help you! We can have a baking party!” Yoonseo exclaims from across a snack aisle. She is always one for a party. Your lips curl in a smile. You appreciate your friends’ enthusiasm even if the baking itself is only half the problem. You can buy pastries, but you can’t buy off Ms. Yang to let you do the sale—you can send a strongly worded email, though.

Nonetheless, you couldn't resist the opportunity to make a mess with your two best friends. “Oh my gosh, you two are lifesavers.” You grab another soda for her as thanks, melon flavored. You grab a lemon-lime for Chaeyeon and wipe off the condensation on your blue pleated skirt.

Chaeyeon pipes up from somewhere unseen, “I don’t think that there’s any mix here, do you want to pop over to the place across the street to get some?”

“Yes! Let’s check out, and then let’s get chocolate chip cookies and sugar cookies and cinnamon buns!” Yoonseo eagerly chirps. You flash her an ok signal with your hand. 

“Let’s make brownies too! The really fudgy ones are my favorite.” You add.

You unload your groceries onto the checkout counter with Chaeyeon and Yoonseo. Assorted sodas, chips, and a couple of hair ties. It’s an overall outstanding purchase. You look up to talk to the cashier—and he is cute, even behind his black cotton mask. He’s wearing a uniform black polo and has silver earrings hooked on his ears. He checks the final item as you remember something else—you just ran out of gum. 

“Cash or card?” His voice is deeper than you expected but still pleasant.

“So sorry to bother you, but could I add a pack of gum to that?” You ask him, hesitantly.

“Ah, I already put the—” He stammers.

“Oh, nevermind then.” You can't help but blurt out the words as you fumble to return the gum to its place.

“No no, it’s fine. It’s on me.” A clearly athletic arm rubs his neck as he makes the proposition. You could swear you see a red tint develop on his ears, maybe he’s embarrassed?

“Seriously? Thank you so much!” You stuff your purchases into your backpack. The girls are totally giggling behind you.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” After exchanging an appreciative smile with him, you grab your bag to head out. Together, you three swiftly make your way out of the cozy store and into the midst of the pouring rain, bracing yourselves against the elements as you head out.

As you giggle entering the store across the street for the mixes, Chaeyeon turns to you with an almost deviant smile dancing across her face. “Isn’t that Chan? You know, the captain of the dance team?”

Yoonseo looks positively floored, “Oh my god. That was totally him! That’s crazy, did you see how he was blushing?”

“He was probably just embarrassed.” You brush them off. If you were Chan, you'd guess it’s embarrassing to be caught stumbling over your words. It breaks his cool guy facade. You don't want to accept the fact that he was blushing because you really don't need to deal with that at the moment. He’s like the archetype of a standoffish nonchalant guy—which isn’t exactly your style.

“Come on, you know you’re lying! He was totally blushing.” Chaeyeon stares at you, waiting for a reaction. “Ha! You’re blushing too! Oh my god, do you like him?”

“No way! He’s just cute. That’s all. Every other girl in our entire school thinks so too! It’s not like I’m weird.”

“I don’t think he’s that cute…” Yoonseo states unhelpfully. Chaeyeon shoots you a look that practically screams I-told-you-so.“Whatever! I don’t want to date him anyway.” You pause, “Ugh, that’s so far out of the picture! I literally ran into him at a minimart. We didn’t even talk about anything interesting. You’re making me overthink!” As you scold them, they exchange a meaningful glance with each other, conveying their shared understanding that maybe it's not that far out of the picture for you to have a crush on the dance captain Chan. Based on what they've been told, it was really unexpected for him to go out of his way for you.

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 2

A few days pass and still nothing. I haven't received any message or phone call from Jake. I've never even gotten an email. I'm starting to go out of my mind with worry. I got another message this morning from whoever is behind this clown mask. He sent me another warning, this time his warning was more serious. “You have 48 hours to get your boyfriend to back off, if he doesn't I will come for you. I'm watching you” I throw my phone at the wall in anger, the screen smashing as it hits the floor. I knock everything onto the floor, everything smashing into pieces as it hits the floor. The anger just won't leave my body. I punch the wall so hard my fist goes straight through the wall.

I calmed myself down and banged my hand up grabbing the dustpan and brush. I begin cleaning up the mess I made. After I finish I put all the rubbish in the bin and sit back down trying to work out what to do next. I think the safest thing I can do is pack a bag and go stay in a motel or something. Staying here just isn't safe but first I need to go get a few supplements from the store. I head out of my appointment door and get into my car and drive to the store and get what I need for my stay in a motel. When I get back to my apartment I notice the door is open. I approach slowly and slowly push the door open. I walk inside and see all my things smashed all over the floor, all my pictures have been knocked off the walls and smashed, my bookshelf is broken, my coffee table smashed to pieces.

As I walk around my apartment I can hear the cracking of the broken glass beneath my feet. Whoever it was that's done this is long gone. Entering my bedroom there is a massive clown symbol on my bedroom wall dripping in what looks like blood. My stomach starts to do somersaults. I run to the bathroom and throw up. I grab my broken phone and take the SIM card out and put it on the new one I bought from the store. After it's all set up I decide to send Jake another message in the vain hopes that he responds.

MC: Jake!! I really need your help here now my whole apartment is trashed and look at this someone painted a clown symbol on my bedroom wall in blood!! Please, I'm begging you to get in contact with me. I can't stay in my apartment anymore. It's not safe. I'm going to a motel. I don't know which one yet but just hack my phone or whatever. If you see this before at my room by 8pm if not then I know this whole thing was completely pointless. After packing all the things I need I grab my keys and head out to my car. I found a little motel a few miles away from duskwood. After checking in I go to my room and put my bag down. Taking a look around the room it actually looks quite nice, not at all what I expected. Even the bedding is fresh and clean.

I go to check out the bathroom and it looks really nice, the tiles on the wall are a light blue colour with purple flowers on them. The shower looks pretty decent. I go back into the other room and put my food supplies on top of the chest of draws. I take a look at the time and it's 7pm, only an hour to go before I really am on my own. I try to pass the time by watching some TV but nothing I put on is distracting me from what's happening. I look back at the clock and it's 7:30. I get off the bed putting my phone down on the bed and open the balcony door. It was just a small balcony with a small table and chairs in the corner. Looking out into the night sky I could hear people talking and laughing as they made their way home to be with their loved ones.

My heart started to ache one day. That could be me and Jake just going about our lives without a care in the world. It's a nice thought to hold onto that one day it could happen or at least we would be together.

Jake's POV

What I thought was going to be any normal day. Well normal as it gets being on the run from the FBI. I am planning my next steps to find another place to hide out when I get a message from MC. My heart starts to beat faster than it ever did before. We didn't get to see each other in duskwood as I promised with the FBI hot on my heels I had to get out of the mine as quickly as I could without them seeing me. Her message is telling me someone is watching her and telling me to back off. Their calling card is a clown, a symbol I am all too aware of as I have seen this once before. I need to do some research before I reach out to her. It's not something I want to worry her with at the moment, however selfish it may be.

I spend the next few days trying to do all the research I can. I've managed to find out a few things but nothing of any importance. I get up from my computer and go into the bathroom to freshen up a little. It's been a few days since I was able to shower. When I finish in the bathroom I come back out and walk over to my computer and see another message from MC. She's received another message and this time is a little more concerning. She's going to stay in a motel and is asking me to meet her there by 8pm.

Now is the time that I go to her and tell her that everything is going to be okay, I won't ever leave her again. I've done nothing but think about her ever since I made contact with her. I have found her fascinating. My last words to her was I love you MC. She told me she felt the same way as me. She loves me too. I have to make sure that it is safe before I leave. My pursuers have not yet reached where I am which gives me some time to reach MC. I pack up my things, put my backpack and load everything into the car and make my way to where MC is staying.

Everything is loading into the car and I am now making my way to MC. Her motel isn't too far away, about an hour's drive it's 7pm so I will be there for 8pm. I have thought about what I am going to say to her when she opens the door. I've thought about what her reaction is going to be when she sees me standing in front of her. I want to tell her all the reasons why I wasn't able to contact her for so long. I want to be able to tell her why she is now being hunted down by a complete psychopath that keeps leaving clown images when he sends her messages.

After an hour's drive I pack up my car in the car park and walk towards MC's motel door. I take a deep breath and knock softly on her door. I hear her footsteps getting closer and closer towards the door. The door handle slowly turns and the door opens up and I see her standing there right in front of me. Her long brown hair, her green hazel eyes looking right into my soul.

MC’s POV

I come back in from the balcony and close the door behind me, I check the time and it's 7:58p.m. I hear a knock at the door and I jump a little. My heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest. Is that really going to be Jake standing on the other side of that door? Has he really come to save me from this nightmare? I guess there is only one way to find out and that's to answer the door and find out. The closer I get to the door the more my heart feels like it's going to leap out of my chest. I somehow managed to grab hold of the door handle with my shaking hands and open up the door.

It was really him standing in front of me with his beautiful black hair and ocean blue eyes looking right back at me. I notice the dark circles underneath his eyes. I don't know when the last time he slept. I somehow managed to move to one side so he could come into the room. I close the door and lock it behind me. I turn around and he's standing there. I want to say something but I can't seem to form a sentence right now.

He walks towards me and places his arms around me and holds me close to him. I can smell the cologne he's got on it smells like spices, warm, fragrant and inviting. I wrap my arms around his body and hold on as tight as I can not wanting to let go.

[babayagabarbie]

Things that make me happy:

My family

My best friend

My cat

My sibling's laugh

The way that plants move in the wind

Childhood online mmo's being rewritten

Pokémon games

The peace of early morning

Layered vocal harmonies in songs

Acoustic guitar that reminds me of when my dad would play for me when I was a baby

Cozy blankets

The tasty gluten free pizza that my dad keeps us stocked up on

Complimenting strangers

Hearing people's life stories

Dreams that you want to keep sleeping for to find out how the story goes

Good hair days

Getting to go on walks during my favorite season 🍂

Ponds and their respective ducks

Being able to do something small for someone just because I can

Getting a little treat

Watching makeup videos to see all the creative things people are doing with the medium

Looking through a basement of old junk that hasn't been touched in a while to find a random treasure someone forgot about

Finding good clothes at the thrift store

Showing my favorite shows to my best friend

Making playlists for different moods

My big overalls that never fail to make me feel cute

The people I see less frequently that are still silently supporting me from afar

The memes my brother sends me

The way my baby niece says my name

Girly games like Style Savvy and the myriad of iconic girly flash games from childhood

Barbie movies

Rewatching my favorite shows

When I have enough energy to do my laundry and clean my space/person

Press on nails

Watching people read reddit stories on YouTube with my sibling

Going to the theater to see a movie

Listening to Aespa and watching their videos

Mountains

Morning fog

Laying on the ground

Being invited to things even though I likely won't be able to go

Giving people gifts!!!!!!!

When my dad puts on a movie or show he thinks I'll like to lure me out of my room

Being in charge of music in the car

When my pillowcase is nice and cool

Doing my makeup when I'm bored

Making someone laugh

Watching someone earnestly try their best

The way my grandpa is so unintentionally adorable

Getting to joke with my cousins during the holidays

When my mom listens to my ramblings to let me get it all out

The knowledge that people have good and love and light within them despite it all

When I make a cat friend on my walk

Learning about other cultures

Finding an interesting nonfiction book with lots of pictures and lists

Blooper videos from TV and movies

Potatoes

Chill videos like Liziqi and similarly chill shows like Hyori's Bed and Breakfast

Listening to my dad talk about comics from when he was in that scene more prominently

My webkinz account that's still active from 2007

Riding on airplanes to go somewhere new

Web comics

Getting a real email that isn't an ad for something

Editing a niche meme to reply to someone's text

When my cat just really wants in my room so he can be on my yoga mat and receive many pets and much love

And more that I can't think of right now but consider this image my last point because if this image doesn't make me happy idk what will

[maddiebiscuits]

i don't know how to phrase this any other way so i hope you don't find this rude or anything: you are (imo) a very skilled, very prolific art toaster. it's great quality artwork obviously, but your turnaround is wicked crazy fast to me. what does burnout look like for you? how do you manage to toast so many arts? what dark magics must you employ??

The hard truth is I worked in journalism for two years between 2010-2012 and customer service/hospitality starting at 16 years old in 2007 all throughout my life until 2022 and I don't want to go back to any of it now that I'm almost 33 - that's the main motivator to keep my freelance gig career doing art commissions going as long as possible. Fear and loathing of going back to that work environment keeps me focused.

In action...I'm not quite sure if I ever experience 'burn out'? I do experience art 'block' in that I can't think of anything to draw on my own or feel really unsatisfied with my work...so I just goof off with my canvas or do studies, but this doesn't interfere with doing commissions where I am told what to draw.

I just enjoy the physical act of drawing. Sometimes when I'm bored and restless and going for a walk doesn't help, I just draw more. When I was a kid I would just come home from school and draw crap between playing Gameboy/N64/Gamecube or browsing Elfwood/Newgrounds/DeviantART/Gaia Online, so it's literally just a habit now. If I don't draw for a long time I feel anxious and unwell. Somehow I just programmed my brain to think that art = leisure fun time, even if it's for work. I also tend to get into a "zone" sometimes and just put on video essays or music and a few hours later I'll have worked through some commission stuff.

I have three 'task lists' for my workflow:

A public trello board organized by work order types (N/SFW link)

A personal trello board organized by type/date in chronological order

A coloured tagging and folder system in my emails where I can just see the actual dates/timestamps of my last correspondence with a client so I know exactly who in my taskboard needs to be prioritized for their next WIP update

I hold myself to a standard of sending a client a WIP in stages:

rough draft (1-14 business days)

revisions (1-5 business days)

line art (1-14 business days)

revisions (1-5 business days)

final render (1-14 business days)

tweaks (1-2 business days)

So ideally, the client gets a finished commission in 3-6 weeks, so about 1-2 months. For larger projects I send more WIPs and the process is obviously longer. For simpler stuff like chibis, it's rarely a full six weeks. Over holidays I add an extra two weeks to my noted turn-around to account for IRL time off. On all my terms of service I have a maximum four months turn-around, essentially doubling the time I know my work flow is just in case there's some sort of medical or equipment emergency in my life that I need to account for that gives me a buffer (I also notify all clients)

Monday to Friday I wake up usually...late morning/early afternoon? I do anywhere from four to eight hours of artwork, broken up by walks, stretching, eating, cleaning, cooking, hanging out with my partner, etc. I look at my personal trello taskboard and emails to see what must be done and what can wait. I try to get at least 1-2 things done in a day though, be that sketches/line art/renders/revisions.

Right now I am looking at my email and task board, and the client with the highest wait time chronologically is someone who is waiting for their final render (sketch and line art already revised and done for them). Last email correspondence with them on the email says 9 days ago (so 7 business days, I'm supposed to take Sat-Sun off). Their order was paid in full and confirmed by me on November 9 and it is currently December 13, so I'm at about the 5 week mark (not accounting for delays in clients getting back to me of course) and I am very much On Course for my work load, no one has been without contact from me for 14 days or more so I'm pretty ahead of my game right now! I could take tomorrow off if I wanted, or only do 3-4 hours of work if I feel like it.

However the more work you finish and post, the more you show prospective clients your ability to finish orders and show your audience more art for engagement, so ideally I always like posting stuff when I can, it just creates a cycle of positive production and income.

[pbandjesse]

I was not as miserable today as I worried I would be but I also wasn't having a great time. I just really wanted to be home. I am struggling a bit but I am trying my best. And I did try very hard to be positive today.

I didn't sleep amazing. My wrist hurts very very bad and I ended up sleeping with a wrist brace which helped in the moment but my wrist still really bothered me when I woke up.

So I wasn't in an amazing headspace but I got up and got cleaned up. I felt very cute. I liked my earrings and I liked my hair and that made me feel better about stuff.

James helped me carry some stuff to the car and gave me extra hugs before I left to go to camp. And the drive wasn't horrible but it wasn't the best. People honking and being loud and I was just getting really overstimulated. Once I got away from the city it would calm down. The real issue was that my phone was struggling to stay connected to the car screen and I was just really frustrated with that.

I got to camp at 8 and went up to the art building to drop off the materials I had borrowed. And then went to the office to answer emails.

I had to make a logo for the festival I have coming up. And I would use one of my stickers as the main image. The person I sent it to said it's perfect and that is good. And I would just work on some computer tasks for a bit.

Eventually I would measure out all my yarn for my knitting. Got all caught up. Sarah would come in while I was doing that and we would discuss camp food and the menus I worked on. It was nice to talk through stuff.

I would do some small projects for Heather. And I just appreciated having something to do. I would do my own thing. Then a small task. Just back and forth all day.

I was still struggling though and I very much felt like I was bothering people when I would also for direction. It was not great. But I tried and since I was getting nothing I would start reading my book and play a game on my tablet and just did what I could.

At 1230 I had my call with Parker. I couldn't get my laptop to run the zoom so we just talked on the phone but we have a good idea for a workshop series and I now have one workshop a month with them starting on May! I'm very excited and I hope it works out.

We did have big laughs when we finally found something I can't do. Origami. I just cannot do it. I have tired. My mom even got me a good this year but for some reason I just can't figure it out. I can't get the folds right. But I have many other talents and skills so I don't feel to bad.

The afternoon would go pretty quick. I would take a walk to nature to spray down Sadie the snake's tank and look for some fake aquarium rock pieces of decor I had left there two summers ago. And I was able to find them so I was pretty excited about that.

I would take my time getting back and when I did I would not have much to do. Once Heather was back I chatted with her and she had me answer some emails and it was nice to have something to do. I also checked in with Elizabeth about the field trip tomorrow. I am running low ropes and I hate setting that up but it's all good. I brought the key home with me so I can do it right away in the morning.

I would finish up and left right before 4. I wanted to go right home and do some stuff before I headed to target while James was recording their podcast. And this would be a nice way to spend the evening.

When I got home I was really happy to see James. And we would hug on the couch and talk. I had to send a quick email. And then vacuumed the frog tank and added in the rock decor. We chatted and hung out for a little longer. But around 5 I would head out again.

I drove to target. I went to five below first but it was messy in there so I didn't stay long.

Target was better. I got the three things I was there for. I smelled all of the body wash. I looked at the makeup. I people watched. I listened to my podcast. It was fun.

Next I went to the pet store. I did not have luck there. But I enjoyed looking at the fish and the rodents. I wandered around there for a bit. But I was hungry and would head out quick.

I went to Wawa. But I did not enjoy my sandwich and that was really disappointing. I ate in the parking lot. But then for really really upset on the drive home because my phone would not connect and the sun was in my face and I was just having a terrible time. But I would get home and would calm down and everything would be okay. It was not fun for a bit there though.

James didn't know I had gotten home. But at 730 they came downstairs and were all excited to see me and I was excited to see them. It was a nice way to reset.

James would make themselves dinner and get me some ice cream. And we would finish watching the Quiet on Set documentary. Which was really good. And sad. I had to play a game on my phone for a little because it was so sad and I couldn't totally focus on it. But it was a really good doc and I would recommend it.

Now though we are all just chilling. I am ready to go shower and hopefully sleep better tonight.

I am really hoping the field trip tomorrow is fun and the kids are chill. We have two field trips this week and I'm honestly really looking forward to it. I am really hoping it's like a reset and I can be happy and focused on work again.

I hope it's nice tomorrow. And I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well. Be safe. Until next time

[defeatsthem]

♡ MJSEFF LEMME HAVE IT

who buys generic brand products? who buys name-brand? Max buys whatever his eyes land on first. Seth is a slut for having name-branded everything.

who upgrades their iPhone/Android every single year? For some reason I see Seth being the one to upgrade every year and that goes for the phone, watch, tablet... everything.

who complains about their day? who listens? It depends on the context of how either of their days went, so this answer can go either way.

who gets shit-faced drunk forcing the other to drive? Max. He's a notable lightweight but luckily it's a rare occurrence of him getting drunk.

who sends the other 20 tiktok's in a day and expects them to react to every single one? Max sends them to Seth's texts and if he doesn't respond right away, he'll then send them to his business email for a little razzle-dazzle. Yanno, 'cause Seth has his phone set to go off whenever he gets an email there.

who stuffs clean sheets in the closet without folding them? who complains about it? Max refuses to properly fold the damn sheets and it definitely drives Seth crazy when he opens up the closet to see the balled-up mess he leaves every time.

who surprises the other with coffee/breakfast in the morning? Seth usually, mostly because he's up earlier than anyone should be.

who starts a food fight while they're preparing a meal? Max.

who thinks of the weirdest, out-of-pocket scenarios at 3 in the morning and calls/texts/talks to the other about it? Max. I can't even stress how many stupid scenarios Max has texted Seth about.

who refuses to eat the first & last piece of bread in the bag? Honestly, I kind of see both of them being weird about it.

who doesn't like the crust on their sandwich? Max. He also has to have his sandwich cut corner to corner every single time.

who goes to Target for one thing and walks out having spent $400? Definitely Max. Despite how rich they both are, Seth is still in shock that he spent that much when he comes home with a trunk full of things they don't need or already have.

who pays for the dinner? who pays for the drinks? Usually, they switch who pays what frequently.

who's always looking at the dessert menu before even ordering their drinks? Seth. He's got such a sweet tooth. That's not to say Max doesn't have a sweet tooth by any means, it's just that Seth's way more psyched about getting to dessert than Maxwell is.

during the movie previews, who's the first to say "i wanna see that movie"? Max.

who shoves the other into the pool fully clothed? Max.

who has to have the corner piece of a cake/brownie/etc? I could see Seth having to, to be honest.

who brings home a dog/cat despite the other saying not to? Max and it's always a cat. In Max's head, it's retribution for the amount of ugly shoes and outfits that Seth buys and ends up collecting.

[mydyspraxiablog]

Having dyspraxia can be hard but at movements my life isn't free which no mobie phone can't be anyone next kin there no phone box anymore and people don't want phone landlines there say too expensive when can use what app for free but my mum said to me " No way going have mobie phone unless use monkey phone ( at stupid child phone where track everywhere won't use) I wonful support thinking looking up wonderful support till got on bus " Show me track the bus " I try get mum give mobie phone " " In Turkey and in Greece " Disabilities people need mobie phone where can track and need mobie phone . I sad because grandma die 72 years old and mum died won't be able get touch with everyone part from church can't phone 999 if mum dead and it impossible going to doctor because isn't any so not happy person my brother Francis with children forever night Georgina in France skiing or working hard Christian in Thailand for 9 months but havn't hear from him.

I feel scarm have ruin my life by stupid mum believe she been with someone with covid 19 and idiot give bank account and lost my money too because idiot because need £1 send form throught post need set new email because Google mail want family paid for shared but mum won't do that ! In fact won't let paid sub £21 Trefoil Guild because don't do AGV meeting in cannock chase golf club for commons be fight all last year " Noughting in Stafford all around world Trefoil Guild even New Zealand Trefoil Guild no not paid sub won't let you because waste money with Trefoil Guild and Coelicuk because hold enough in Stafford " At because me hosting but how can hosting things in Stafford without mobie phone. " " No way hosting Stafford no where set Stafford Trefoil Guild group stay at home been kitchen look after me rember can't fly anymore you got look after me I had mini Stoke before Christmas keep have fun turning " I feeling got no freedom can't stayed in UK any long do love knitting but lost voluntary so just turn up knitting find learn French knitting hard and Tuesday love my art but with mum can't driver now have walk everywhere and last Tuesday thought going die car flash light let me cross over and stupid idiot motorbike went on pavement had made motorbike stop because of school children and the voice children walked home or motorbike would be hit children and won't be able get help Without no mobie phone. So feeling trap in UK just want get out try Enrolled Stafford college again for Free crouse but mum put stop it because don't want paid £2 for you going college beside know Stafford college won't have Gluten-free food because too expensive at why won't teacher medical student about Coelic and gluten-free food in Stafford because too expensive. only things two things give Gluten-free food is community church Havsert church and knitting group with gluten-free biscuits I lost it with mum it hard be change of mum because never listened and just making me feel impossible living with her can't buy Sims 3 and Sims 4 can't paid Trefoil Guild sub before thinking day 22 Feb can't paid Coelicuk membership this year because noughting Stafford how going West Midlands Brigham when mum can't drive and can't fly and buses don't run and train on not running again. Wish could going crusie stayed on crusie because clean noughting for me Stafford anymore. I do love dancing Adult children have use Sunflower hidden disabilities landyard there one havn't got card only got cash and got ask mum for money always put in white envelope it embarrassing for me.

[jamneuromain]

I actually saw this post before and HOW DIDN'T I THINK OF IT.

You're absolutely brilliant, hon.

okay this is going to be hilarious...

on second thought -

Déjà-vu

Andy Barber x Reader (You)

Warning: Past Professor-Student relationship, College AU, fluff (a lil self-doubt and existential crisis).

A/N: A huge thank you to @ronearoundblindly for I have put her kind words in this fic.

You sigh deeply. In your and Andy's shared study. Staring at your own computer. Feeling like déjà-vu all over again.

This CAN'T be happening.

"Andy, could you come over for a sec?" You raise your voice and call out to the kitchen, where Andy is cleaning plates and utensils since you cooked for tonight.

"Yeah, I'm finishing up!" He calls back, "Just give me another couple minutes!"

Life has been great.

You have been great. You were accepted into this university for a postgraduate position to study English Language and Literature, where you have applied (for some allowances and per the stretched "formal" faculty members along with their heavy workload) and worked as a Teaching Assistant for two of the undergrad courses.

Money isn't that good but you've been making ends meet. Moving in with Andy certainly helps, which you did, after a very long discussion with your beloved boyfriend. He goes on grocery tours with you, and pays before you can even pull out your wallet - for which you nearly argued with him, but eventually you two came to an agreement, and you agreed upon him "taking care of you" before you graduate.

So now, you are sitting in your shared study, and patiently waiting for your boyfriend slash professor in another university to come to the rescue.

"What's wrong?" Andy pokes his head in, scratching his eyebrows with his wrist.

"Just ... come look." You pat the place on the large chair, now leaning on the desk.

Andy walks over to the chair, and plops down. Scanning the document you displayed on the screen, he examines the content of it carefully, before raising his head and asking: "I don't see why you are asking me to ... this is the work you've written one ... two ...? Years ago?"

You sigh again, "Yeah, and look at who sent it to me."

You click the mouse a few times, revealing the email you've just received.

"From Olivia Johnson, Re: Creative Writing Homework?" Andy squints his eyes to read clearly, before choking out a laugh.

"I'm sorry that my misery could humour you, Professor." You roll your eyes when he's busy holding a hand over his chest, laughing. You don't know why you asked him to come in the first place. You feel the need to ... share. Maybe reminisce, since it is the same piece of work that landed you in his office. That started everything between you and Andy.

Things have been great, really. But your breath still hitched in your throat whenever some little details reminded you of your technically unethical relationship with your professor. Excitement? Perhaps. Scared? A little. But do you regret it? Not a single chance.

Andy has stopped laughing, commenting on this Olivia that you barely listened just now.

"..." He notices your silence and your loss of focus, carefully interlacing his fingers with yours, which captures your attention.

"Hey." He murmurs softly, kissing your wrist. His blue eyes nothing short of warmth and support, "If you want my script of how to talk to students about academic integrity, I can send it to you. Saves you all the trouble."

"No..." You know what to say to the student, as you remember how Andy talked to you when he thought you were plagiarizing from your online pen name, "I just... I thought of us, y'know?" It's a moment of weakness for you, also a heartfelt confession, as you look him in the eyes, a surge of sadness rushes through your chest, "What if you never talked to me? What if we never talked? And you never noticed me?"

Panic.

You panic because without the slightest decision Andy had made, you would be complete strangers, and you would never meet someone as nice as Andy.

-well, nice is a strong word, you would hardly describe the possessive side and the controlling side of Andy as "nice". But still, he loves you and cherishes you, and makes you feel special like no one ever could.

Deep down. You know it's a coincidence that brought you together. Maybe you are not that special. Maybe ... you weren't good enough.

Andy pulls you onto his lap, whispering in a soft voice, "And I would still notice you." He cleans your tears with a piece of tissue, "I'd know, that there is a very bright girl in my class. That her writing is phenomenal. So many universes in one head; I don't know how to keep up. I could never imagine half of those scenarios, and she's not even conscious about it. She is also unaware that she's the love of my life, which will not change, whether in another universe or this one."

"Thank you, Andy." You lean your head onto his shoulder, allowing his arms to wrap your shivering body.

Letting out a small smile, you hug him back, feeling his fingers running down your spine over and over, soothing you .

"Love you, Angel." He murmurs.

Andy remains in his position, stroking your back. He will provide warmth and comfort, as long as you need.

[callmehvixie]

  It was late at night around 2:30 I just got back from a mission in the safe apartment me and the team usually use after something like that.

I got in the apartment and the living room  lights turned on as soon as they caught my movement "Welcome back home Miss Stark." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said as I entered. "It's currently 2:34 AM and it's cloudy.Change of surviving:Average.You have 98 emails would you like to see them?

I yawned and my eyebrows raised as I heard the amount of emails and did the thing i wouldn't usually do but I wanna sleep gotta put myself first sometimes "Yeah delete them all."

I had some bruises on my face and I hated it I felt gross and I always do after missions since most of the times i get scars sometimes the adrenaline comes in too much or my hair would get messy, it's overall gross and irritating so I did a mental note the first thing after I clean up my bruises, take off my make up and all the other things that I usually do, but now I had to see what F.R.I.D.A.Y. looked trough during the mission since I had to work with Natasha on this one but she had to go back to the compound because Steve asked her to come and help him with something.

When I walked to the kitchen I saw a little note on the counter and I could never ever mistake that writing since it was dad's "I got a new med kit since you complained about the old one miss you, kid love you 3000."

T.S

I smiled to myself as I read the note he always looked out for me and even tho he was sometimes a tad ...overprotective I still over him a lot and he always did everything in his power to make me happy since a little girl and after Clint got me and Natasha out of the red room when I was 14 i remember how he just got teary and couldn't believe I was actually there after so many years I couldn't even remember him since they took me away when I was 3 but most of the thing I remember that are happy memories from when I was little were always with him and mom which I love very much too it was funny how most people though being the daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts I must've had an amazing childhood but it was never true and no one knew about that..

I snapped out of whatever state I was in and washed my hands then took off my boots and slipped into some slippers it was a little cold for a summer night but—report, F.R.I.D.A.Y yes my mission. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. mission report."

"Password required." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said. It was a security system that the whole team decided to put after when we were in Las Vegas and someone almost stole lots files and reports.

"Grace Maria H. Stark." I said it was the password I could access with everyone had those for example Thor's was "pointbreak"

F.R.I.D.A.Y. showed a hologram of the avengers logo then showed Natasha and her profile with all the more important details "The participants in this mission were Natasha Alinova Romanoff, the black widow, Grace Maria H. Stark, the red widow, Wanda Maximoff, the scarlet witch and James Buchanan Barnes, the winter soldier mission started on the second of July 2023 ended on the Fourth of July 2023 at 10:28 AM in Spain, Barcelona , short term mission successful injured civilians:zero mission category:retrieval/defence please sign the screen to confirm this can be send to Director Nick Fury." As I heard the whole report I got the pen (basically like an apple pen) and signed the hologram sending the report to the compound files and to S.H.I.E.L.D then opened the med kit and cleaned off a scar when I heard someone behind me I quickly got my gun and turned around pointing it at whoever it was then saw a man with a black suit he smirked "Just me here." He said while still smirking with his hands up I rolled my eyes and lowered my gun. "What do you want it's 2 am I got back from a mission can we just—not now?" I said with the American sassy tone he chuckled lowered his hands and came closer to me.

"Can't I wish you a happy early birthday?" He said and looked at me.

I rolled my eyes.Did this idiot forget my birthday?Seriously?After all those years? "Loki, my birthday is on August 1st."

"1989." Loki finished

"Then why are you here at the beginning of July?" I was honestly confused the last time I saw him was the battle with Thanos and then I never saw him again which was ages ago and now the bastard comes to wish me happy birthday?In the beginning of July?

"Well I stopped by." He started to walk towards the kitchen to look at the drinks.Of course."New York and I won't be able to come on the first of august to wish you happy birthday but I can now so I came to wish you happy early birthday." He smiled with that stupid smirk and drank a sip from the drink in his hand he looked around the apartment and then at the table and he chuckled silently. "We sat on the left here and Romanoff sat next to us then Thor and all the others after a mission when we came here." I rolled my eyes. "Yes Loki i remember I'm not stupid." He smirked and looked at my scar. "What's that here?" He got something from the med kit and a little cotton I pulled up and winced slightly which made me stumble behind the counter but Loki catched me with his hand on my waist then slowly pulled his hand away but it was still close to it. "I hate you." I muttered and he smirked. "Darling you cannot say you hate the man who you have 3 kids with."

"You're still my ex husband tho."

"And you're my ex wife." As he said that I rolled my eyes and I had to ask.

"Why are you here anyways?Like why are you here actually?It's not to wish me happy birthday and I'm 99% sure." I said and looked down to his tie which was slightly un done but he still used the same cologne.

"Grace I just came to see you, alright?Im not that selfish you know?"

"Oh rich come if from you, you haven't seen the kids in ages."

"I have work, missions, enemies I can't go to Asgard with Thor, Sif and the warriors three just to see them."

"Loki you haven't seen the in months!Look in my eyes and tell me It not true." Loki looked me in my eyes his jaw clenched he bragged my shoulders "Look I am not wasting my time arguing—" I shot him off before he could respond "It's our kids were talking about." He scoffed. "Exactly and I do everything in my power to go and see them, Grace I have a life on my own now and other things to do." He looked at me then finished cleaning up my scar, drank up his drink and walked to the window again."Good bye agent Stark, this is where we part..again."

"Yes bye." I said and he was gone.

Again.