#I couldnt sleep and its 3:30 in the morning...

[inutaffy]

backtracking a little bit. lemme say this. if i ever come up to u talking abt investigating some woods + abandoned building in the middle of the fucking night, i give u full permission block my number delete my contact the whole nine yards or whatever

i wasnt aware this was a jjk fic :l

[cherubunie]

run ~ sunghoon x reader

ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 성훈 ] ☆ sunghoon can't help but watch his favorite little toy go absolutely crazy, you unbeknowingly give him exactly what he wants; not only your blood , but your pussy as well.

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sunghoon x reader | heavy cnc , slight manhandling , smacking , dacryphilia , mask-kink , fingering , stalking , chasing / prey + hunter , blood consumption, slight knife play, degrading, slight praise, sadism / masochism, you live in the woods , you're also kinda dumb... sorry . not proof read. since its spooky season and I felt like sharing my thoughts.... enjoy you fucking freaks.

sunghoon kept quiet as he stalked through your house , making sure not to step on the places where your floorboard squeaked. you were fast asleep under the covers , breathing steady and your eyes fluttering as they moved behind you lids. sunghoon liked watching you sleep , it almost made him feel as if he were sane.

he'd been stalking observing you for a while , his interest peaking when he saw you working your little day job in the book store down the road.. you were oh so kind to him; helping him find everything he needed, walking around the store with him in order to find a book he had been wanting, you were just so sweet.

he caught on to the hidden compliments you threw at him whenever he would come into your book store, making him smile and blush like crazy. you would even try flirting with him a little. you started looking forward to the times sunghoon came in, the way he would talk to you made you feel like you were special, and you were honestly thinking about asking him out on a date.

he liked watching you walk to and from your job, playing with your dog when you came home, he liked how you would light a candle and read in your room before bed right after doing your skin care routine and oh how he loved watching your dainty little fingers fuck your pussy. your nails freshly manicured in your favorite color.

ever since his little, fascination with you, a side of him was unlocked that he never new about. a side of him that he hides from everyone. you know what one says though; the more you keep things bottled up, the bigger the explosion was going to be.

now here he was, watching you fast asleep in bed, as your parted lips let out breathy sighs. he wonders what you're dreaming about.

maybe you dream about him the same way he used to about you. oh he doesn't sleep anymore unless he quite literally passes out. you've consumed so much of his person that its like the two of you are one now !

his hand brushes over your soft cheek delicately, coming down to the skin of your lips as he presses his thumb down onto your bottom one, feeling your breath fan his digit. he shudders, taking in every single one of your features

that was until you started to stir awake. sunghoon curses for being in your room for too long, knowing that you normally get up at 3:30 in the morning to go pee and get a glass of water. he shuffles out of your room quickly before your eyes fling open.

you heard something.

you could have sworn it. you sit up, your eyes adjusting to the dark room before they land on your bedroom door.

it was closed.

you always close your door before you head to bed. here it was, wide fucking open. fear runs through your veins, your hand shaking as you go to lift yourself up off the bed. you slip out of bed, wary of your surroundings as you make your way around the house. sunghoon can see your figure in the dark as he hides himself behind your couch, crouching down so you couldnt see him. you walk into the kitchen, flicking on a light and turning around to observe your area.

sunghoon has a clear view of you, watching as you shakingly look around for any sign of break ins or anything. you turn around and stare at your front door.

its open.

wide fucking open.

the darkness from outside seeping into your home. you just stare at the front door, your hands folded into your chest while your eyes are as big as the sun, staring straight out of the door and into the darkness.

sunghoon chuckles at how cute you are.

maybe you shouldn't have left it unlocked

sunghoon shifts slightly, but just enough for your head to snap to his. you scream as soon as you see the masked man in the corner. you dart behind you counter within a fraction of a second and run to grab a knife. sunghoon is quick on his feet, meeting you in the kitchen and trapping you in the room. you scurry around your silverware drawer, not finding any of your sharp knives.

"what the fuck!" you scream in fear. you never touch your sharper knives unless you have to. sunghoon chuckles behind you, and you swear you can just fucking die on the spot. you spin around, the tall man stands inbetween you and the rest of the house. your eyes dart around looking for something- anything to use to defend yourself that you can reach for quicker than he can.

nothing, not a single fucking thing in sight. you suddenly get an idea; the only way out was to run turn around and run out the back door, having a small chance of survival if you were to run into the woods behind your house.

"dont be stupid.." he warns, your biggest knife sliding out from his belt loop, his fingers coming to play with the pointy end of it, twisting it in his fingers. you hesitate, your body shaking as your mind screams at you to run.

your eyes drink in his figure. the shape of his arms defined by the black shirt he's wearing and a black pair of jeans that match. under different circumstances, you would be unbelievably turned on due to the ghost face mask covering this mans face. you breathe in through your nose, holding it as your body spins around, acting before you can think.

you work fast to unlock the door, swinging it open and slamming it shut behind you within a second.

"I said dont be fucking stupid" he leaps over the counter, beginning to run after you, his long legs and toned figure gaining distance on you quickly. the light from your house disappears as you make it to the tree line, your feet beginning to scrape against the ground of the woods. your breathing is heavy as you move as you run for your life. sunghoon watching you disappear into the shadows, following in after you. he listens to your feet hitting the ground, twigs and leaves crunching under the pressure of your body weight.

you turn around to see if you had gained any distance, but scream as you see him hot on your tail. your body feels like its going to give out underneath you at any given second and your feet begin to bleed against the rough ground. tears stream down your face as they blur your vision.

you're terrified.

you grab onto a small tree and make a sharp turn, hissing as the bark cuts into your hand. sunghoon follows you, watching your every move like a hawk as he does so.

"you can't run from me, y/n" you hear him tease you. you spot another tree to make a sharp turn at, but before you can reach out to grab it, you trip on a huge tree root that's growing above the ground. you stumble, your body hitting the ground in a tumble, leaves get in your hair and you feel your nose start to bleed. before you can process what happened, you feel a hand on your throat. your eyes shoot open as the masked man now stands in front of your aching body.

his fingers press against your artery, threatening to cut off your oxygen.

"no no please, please dont hurt me" you say as he places the tip of the knife on your thigh, trailing it up your skin and under your night gown. your breath shudders under the cold metal, your arms feeling weak after you just landed on them, your full body weight crushing them in an instant.

"aww, begging already sweetheart?" he coos at you, his knife finding your clothed clit and you can't help yourself when a whimper exits your throat. your head hurts as he throws the knife to the side, his fingers coming to rub against your clothed heat instead. your hands fly up to grab his arm, attempting to push him away.

sunghoon's grip on your throat disappears, a harsh sting on your cheek making you gasp as he slaps you across the face before grabbing both your wrists in his hold and pushing them into the dirt above your head.

"stop fucking squirming and take it" his fingers pull your panties to the side as he enters two of his digits into your wet cunt, and you feel embarrassment rise to your cheeks at the squelch your wetness makes.

"you're so wet, you like it when I use your body? what a fucking whore" you squirm under his fingers, your hips grinding into his hand and your legs kick out as he pumps your pussy, his fingers curling in and out of you.

"please" tears cloud your vision again and all you want to do is disappear.

"that's right, squirm for me a little more" a sob racks out of your throat, your wetness increasing as his fingers work inside you. your walls clamp down on his digits. you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood and you can taste the iron on your tongue.

you squeal out when you feel the coil in your tummy, your back arching off the ground and your legs begin to shake. sunghoon chuckles to himself, your pussy sucks in his fingers almost as if they're begging for his cock.

he knew today was the day he was gonna use your body. the way you purposely left the door unlocked and your curtains open, the way you looked outside longly before you had gone to bed, your bedroom window being cracked as your fingers fucked your pussy pathetically. he does it better, and you knew as much.

he sees your change in demeanor, your walls flutter around his fingers and your arms buckle in his hold. he tongues his cheek before he rips his digits out of you, your orgasm being stripped away from your body and you dart your head up, a scared whine leaving your lips as you hear the buckle of his belt come undone. you begin to thrust your heels into the ground, an attempt to get away from the man once more.

he looks back up at you, shaking his head with a 'tsk' before his hand comes away from his belt to slap your puffy cunt, a squeal erupting from your mouth. he takes his belt off completely, working to undo his button and zipper. when you hear his pants shuffle, that's when you know you're all done for, but that doesn't stop you from putting up a fight.

you kick his leg, earning you a loud "fuck" from the man and your wrists slip from his grip, but before you can claw your way out from underneath him completely, he grabs you ankles and drags you against the hard ground, your body under his as you notice his hard cock sprung against his abdomen, pearly beads of precum leaking out of his pink tip.

you whine as his free hand comes to wrap around your throat once more, squeezing down and you almost lose all ability to breathe. your head feels fuzzy, but you still fight anyways. your hands grab at the mask and rip it off, your eyes widening when you see who it is.

"s-sunghoon ?" you choke out in surprise. he chuckles at your reaction, his fanged teeth on display. his fist pumps his cock as he leans over your trembling figure, his face coming down to yours as he licks the blood off your cheek, a scratch littering your face from your earlier fall.

you whine under him as he pushes his tip against your sopping hole, your pussy wet enough he was able to slide in with ease. your back arched as you curled into him, your hands coming up to grip his hair in your fingers and yanking, attempting to pull him off. he hisses under your grip and his hand lets go of your throat, earning you yet another slap across the face. just as his palm met contact with your cheek, he began to thrust his dick inside you roughly, his thrusts demanding and concentrated. you scream at the pain of the stretch, his cock splitting you open in a sting.

your hands fall from his hair, moving towards his hips to push him away

"s-stop f..f p lease ! h-hoon no !" you squeal as his tip presses up against your cervix. his thrusts dont falter at your desperate attempt to get him away from you, your pussy clenching down on his length as your moans fill the cool, autumn air. the trees hum in tune with your beautiful melody, sunghoon groaning.

"shut up and take it and I might let you live" his threat hangs in the air over your head and you whine, your hands letting go of his body, coming up to grab his biceps, one holding your legs apart and the other is digging its palm into the ground, holding him up above your frame as he fucks himself into you.

your jaw slacks open, the prettiest of whines and whimpers dance off your tongue in pleasure. sunghoon drags his lower lip inbetween his teeth, your cunt sucking him in as he graces your sweet spot with every thrust.

"please f-fuck oh my god" you beg- not having a clue in the world what for. your body is tingly and your head is light. your head turns to the side and tears roll down your cheeks, your mouth kisses sunghoons hand that holds himself up, and he can't help but laugh at your cuteness.

"god you're so fucking adorable when you cry, pretty" you hum at his words. his hips rock against yours, your hole fluttering around him like a butterfly's wing. the coil in your stomach tightens and you feel your orgasm approaching, and sunghoon can tell because you get that look in your eye as your body begins to convulse. he curses under his breath as he sits up.

he grabs your legs and forces them over his shoulders, his body pressing down on the back of your thighs as he brings your knees to the sides of your head, folding you in half. your eyes widen at the deeper angle, your hands moving towards his back as your nails dig into him.

"you still want me to stop, precious?" he looks into your eyes and you can't help the pathetic way you shake your head slowly, a hushed whine fills sunghoons ears as a protest. his thrusts pick up pace again, fucking you into the dirt beneath you.

"that's what I fucking thought" your legs feel like jelly as sunghoon presses them up against you, your orgasm from before begins to wash over you.

sunghoon snakes a hand down in between your sweaty bodies, rubbing sloppy circles on your clit and you finally feel yourself begin to spill over. with your legs wrapping around his head, you cream all over his dick with a scream, his cock hitting all the right angles.

he doesn't care. his pace doesn't let up as he fucks you through your orgasm, overstimulation beginning to make your body convulse in his hold, your pulse picking up the pace even more.

"n-no , 's too much pl-please !" your hiccuped sobs of desperation egg sunghoon on further, your clit pulsating against his fingers.

"we're not done until I say we are, understand?" you nod your head, taking his dick pathetically, your eyes begging and your mouth telling him to continue with your sounds.

"you're gonna take my cock like the pathetic little girl you are" he spits at you, venom in his tone.

you might be just as sick as he is, purposely leaving your doors unlocked knowing who was going to be barging in this late into the night.

[potatobugz]

😔 gah. I didn't get to post art on home stuck day :(

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

Shadows.

Chapter one.

pairings: Natasha X Wanda, Natasha X umbrakinetic child!reader, Wanda X umbrakinetic child!reader, Avengers X umbrakinetic child!reader.

Warnings: swearing. That's it I think lmk if there's more.

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are used to the dark. But what happens when the dark isn't what they thought it was.

Umbrakinetic: the ability to move, manipulate,summon or control shadows or the absence of light. Can move through shadows or turn entire being into shadow.

3rd person.

Natasha woke up before Wanda which was unusual as her wife was always up before her and making breakfast. However Natasha often prefered when she woke up first. She enjoyed watching her wife sleep serenely. It was comforting and Wanda always looked absolutely adorable when she was asleep. However Natasha had things to do this morning and that started with a run. Natasha's days always started with a run no matter what.

The wind was cold against Natasha's skin as she jogged down the familiar streets. She ran her usual run. Natasha was a woman of rutiene and she liked it that way. If Natasha established a habit then that habit stuck. Unless it was Wanda. And today it was Wanda. Wanda was a woman who was proud to say that her and rutiene didn't belong in the same sentence unless it was with cooking. And Wanda being Wanda she had begged Natasha to try something new. Something different. And so now Natasha stood outside a small bookshop.

The bookshop had been a place Natasha had breezed by on her runs multiple times. However she hadn't taken the time to notice it properly. It was a rather wild bookshop. There was no order to it. There were murals on the walls of wizards fighting witches or dragons and knights in shining armour saving princesses. The bookshelves looked to be made of a dark oak wood and had intricate carvings detailed in them. And this was what Natasha saw through a window. And so deciding this is exactly what Wanda had meant Natasha entered the bookshop.

The smell of old and new books filled Natasha's sinuses. Somehow the whole store looked much more magical than it had outside the window. A kind looking woman in her mid 30s looked up behind a counter and smiled at natasha.

"hello there what can I do for ya?"

The first thing Natasha noticed was she had a thick Australian accent.

"Nothing in just looking around."

Natasha responded politely.

The woman simply nodded and smiled at her. There was only one other person in the store at the moment. A rather battered looking teen. Either 14 or 15 years old. However Natasha seemed to stare at the odd looking child. She had skin so pale one would think it white and hair blacker than the colour itself. But what intrigued Natasha most was the girls eyes. They were a pale grey blue but they almost seemed clear. Like coloured glass. The teen seemed to sense Natasha looking at her and looked up and straight at Natasha before shrinking into the bean bag she was in and burying herself back into the book she had in her hands. Her hands were another curious thing. They had black leather gloves on them. Looking away quickly Natasha moved to look at the shelves. She quickly managed to find the fantasy section and tries to find one Wanda might enjoy.

After a while Natasha has found 3 books. A fantasy one called six of crows by Leigh bardugo. A murder mystery book called a good girls guide to murder by holly Jackson and another fantasy book called the witch collector by Charissa weaks. Natasha held the books and walked over to the counter. The Australian woman looked up from the book she was reading herself and took Nats.

"these be all then?"

She asked while scanning the books.

"yeah."

Natasha glanced back at the teen in the beanbag behind her. She couldnt help it. Her appearance was so peculiar.

"if its not rude who's the teen?"

Natasha asked looking back at the woman.

"that's y/n. And if you dare say she looks freaky I will not hesitate to hurt you. Poor kids been through enough."

Natasha raised her eyebrow.

"what do you mean?"

"She's been living in the streets since she was 8 years old. And she refuses to talk about before that so one can only assume the worst."

The woman responded handing Natasha back her books. Natasha glanced back at the teen. The girl had looked rough before and now Natasha knew why. Concerned Natasha turned back to the Australian woman.

"So where does she stay?"

The Aussie womans eyes fluttered over to y/n before she sighed.

"she mostly sleeps where ever she can that's sheltered. I don't know about food though. I let her stay here and read even after the stores closed but she helps with inventory to compensate for it."

Natasha nodded.

"do you think if I offered her a home she'd except?"

The womans face saddened.

"I doubt it. I offered her the spare room to my own apartment but she refused. Said staying extra at the shop was enough. You can try though."

"I will. Thanks for the books... uhm"

"Sandra. My name is Sandra."

"thanks Sandra"

Now filled with determination Natasha took the books and walked over to the teen and sat down in the opposite beanbag. Seeing her the teen hid behind her book again.

"hello there."

Natasha said softly trying not to scare the kid. Y/n just looked at Natasha obviously trying to figure out why she was talking to her.

"hello"

Y/n responded quietly. Natasha figured she would be shy. She glanced down to the book in y/ns hands.

"what book are you reading?"

Y/n searched Natasha's face again before responding slowly and even quieter than before.

"Two can keep a secret by Karen m McManus."

Natasha nodded.

"So what brings you to be reading at a bookstore instead of a library?"

Y/n looked down at her book.

"I'm not aloud in the library."

She murmurs. This makes Natasha frown. The library is supposed to be for everyone.

"y'know your a bit young to be out in your own."

Natasha said. It was obvious small talk to build up to offering a home wasn't gonna work with the kid so Natasha decided to get to the point. Y/n frowns at Natashas words.

"I'm 15."

She said somewhat defensively.

"still young. A kid like you shouldn't be in the streets. I may not know you but I'm sure you know me."

"your the black widow..."

Y/n said softly.

"mhm. And I know that whatever you've gone through is probably shit. There's space at the tower for you to stay."

Y/n seemed shocked and her head shot up and she stared at natasha.

"I can't stay with you... your a superhero and I'm a freak..."

Natasha frowned at her words.

"I'm not gonna force you to come with me but I am going to tell you that whoever called you a freak has made a major misconception. But the offer still stands. I'll come back here tomorrow at 10 am."

Natasha said. Y/n just seemed more shocked before she gently nodded. Natasha stood up and glanced one last time at y/n before leaving the bookshop.

As Natasha walked back to the tower the realisation of what she had done hit. She had just offered a homeless teen a place to stay and now she needed to convince the others to let her keep that offer up. This was not going to be easy.

A/n: and that's the end of the first chapter. Lmk if you want this to continue though I'll finish it anyway because ideas are spinning through my head rn.

[aliteralgarbageheap]

I posted 953 times in 2022

That's 134 more posts than 2021!

28 posts created (3%)

925 posts reblogged (97%)

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@youhaveahomeinmyheart

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I tagged 178 of my posts in 2022

#garbage talks - 17 posts

#aftg - 14 posts

#podfic - 11 posts

#andreil - 8 posts

#garbage pods - 8 posts

#aftg podfic - 4 posts

#all for the game - 3 posts

#for all the aftg people out there i saw this man in the anime and my immediate thought was andrew - 3 posts

#garbage answers - 2 posts

#mandreil - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#it took me fully 4 months to find something new when i got fed up with my job giving me panic attacks and so mich anxiety i couldnt sleep

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Written by @mostlymaudlin

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard

Characters: Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten

Additional Tags: POV Andrew Minyard, Sleep, :), like fr its mostly abt sleeping, Lazy Mornings, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, highly indulgent but yeah, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, self-care, oh n theres a cat, Podfic, Podfic Length: 10-20 Minutes

Summary:

Author's summary;

The bed is warm, but not overly so. They sleep with the overhead fan on regardless of the season — neither of them like to wake up sweating. The whole bedroom situation is ridiculously indulgent. A white noise machine whirs softly on the nightstand. A Glade plugin fills the room with the mild scent of bamboo and waterlily. The sheets and duvet cover are butter-smooth, stretched over a memory foam mattress that cost a small fortune. There are tastefully designed blackout curtains around the windows, but they rarely actually draw them — Neil likes the way the sun slowly slips into the room each morning, and Andrew doesn’t really care either way.

7 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#4

Written by @darkblueboxs​

Read by aliteralgarbageheap and @youhaveahomeinmyheart​

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard

Characters: Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Long-Distance Relationship, Innuendo, Sarcasm, Rivalry, historian voice: oh my god they were rivals, Love Letters, the inherent romance of the postal service ammiright, andreil sass but make it austinian, Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes

Summary:

Author's summary;

  Transcription of handwritten letters between anonymous rivals, circa 1800s. Letters were discovered in their original envelopes, which bear a broken wax seal and the stamp of the U.S. postal service. Letters have been ordered chronologically according to postal markings. For speculation on the events and people referenced, see appendix 13.

      "Long distance Andreil except it’s the 1800s so their only communication is long handwritten letters sealed with wax stamps"

8 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

#3

Chapter 1 of my big bang podfic for the wonderful story @stanthefrogs has written!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36423931

Chapters: 1/3

Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter

Characters: Derek "Nursey" Nurse, William "Dex" Poindexter, Chris "Chowder" Chow, Calcifer (Howl Series), Witch of the Waste (Howl's Moving Castle)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Howl's Moving Castle Fusion, Alternate Universe - Magic, Minor Violence, Language of Flowers, Podfic, Podfic Length: 20-30 Minutes, Podfic & Podficced Works, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming

Summary:

Author's summary;

A wicked wizard roams the Waste in a moving castle, or so the stories say. The wizard, the stories say, dreams of power beyond comprehension and will stop at nothing to attain it.

Derek Nurse, however, dreams of flowers.

  or: a nurseydex howl's moving castle au

19 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#2

I just finished reading brothersong, I'm not crying about Ox Matteson, you are

27 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Neil "for the first time in months he could finally breathe again" Josten

The sexual tension literally 20 minutes into the king's men audiobook is so unreal, how did I miss this dramatic ass reaction to Andrew being back from East Haven before

103 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

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[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 48: Friday February 17, 2023 - “Photo Reel”

What my photo reel can say about how we navigated our day together:

7:08am - Stacking garages at sunrise. I may never sleep in ever again. 10:49am - Story time at the Library, shy in my lap.  Taking in the scene.  William starts school next week, so some good socialization should be useful.  I told William that Libraries are where all the books come from. He obviously had no clue we were coming to Story time for little babies instead of nap today! 11:15am - William is caught reading “Where is the Pirate?” to another little boy with a stuffed rat. Biggest cat in the room once he figured it out. 11:54am - Holy shit, did you know Peacocks can jump?! 12:05pm - When we go to the zoo we work our way back to the Elephants, and apparently Noon is a really great time to be here, because at least today, Noon was feeding time and all the elephants were right up to the gate and what do they eat?  Cucumbers.  Check that out William! 12:15pm - After seeing the elephants, I get William out to run around and see if he’ll go hit the elephant butt.  Today he came close - but did really enjoy watching the other little boys do it.  He can point out every animal on the big donor mural back there! Even the Ostrich! 12:28pm - “Want to go see the bearded dragons today?”  “YEAAAA!” 12:53pm. - Lunch time. Zoo Fries.  Dippa Dippa. Ice.  We both love this part of the day. 2:02pm - Somewhere during the hour long afternoon nap.   Audrie asked me to try to stretch the morning out and only do one nap.  I gave it my best shot!  I kept him awake until 1:30 when we started to drive home.  I pulled into Michaels Parking Lot as soon as he was out and took advantage of that time to get some work done, hotspotting into my email.  Time is a premium.  I look up into the mirror to see if he’s still asleep and saw the most precious little boy with his Uncle Louie and I thought he looked just about perfect. 3:43pm - Time outside laying on the grass playing with the ice cream truck, turned into a big whirling dervish Dog Wrestle where all three puppies practiced their best moves and defenses to see who would be king for the day, and in practiced fashion, Havarti wins.  Because Havyvys is the King of every day here at The Finca.   4:33pm - Toot Toot.  Time to go try to take a nap because this guy is asking for Thomas The Train.... or maybe he’s pretending to be an ice cream train.  Hard to say but I look at this picture now at the end of the day and can literally hear him saying “toot toot” 7:20 - Butter Noodles are served with Potatoes/Ranch Dippa, and Cucumbers (like the elephants eat).  It took some wild coaxing (I know that was a lot of french fries dude but that was literally six hours ago!).  Even Mama couldnt coax him to eat over facetime.  Finally I got serious.  “What do you want to watch while you eat? Dora?”  “HOCKEY!”  Seriously? OK!  I found the Spartans playing Wisconsin, and William clapped and said “Lets Go Blues” and ate his dinner.  Sometimes something works and I have no clue why.  Like what kind of cheat code was that?! 7:45pm - Play time in the great room to wind down and digest that food.  Get your wiggles out running that truck transporter up and down the bench seat.  That truck transporter is early front runner for toy of the year. 7:53 -”What are you playing with there buddy?” - “Mama on the airplane.”  Now thats a heart melter.   “Mama flying the airplane? While the pilot rides?”   “Yea!” “Is that why it never leaves the ground?”   “Yea!” 8:13pm - Tubby time.  He really doesn’t like getting his hair washed.  Really its the rinse that gets him.  He’s taken to playing with the rinse bucket so that I can’t sneak up on him with it.  This kid really loves his nightly tubby time though, especially since we add the blocks to make a boat out of for Ernie and Cookie, and bubbles that smell so nice.  Its a great positive kickoff to bedtime routine and I am so glad he enjoys it and its not a fight.  I suppose we can thank mama and all those early bath times for that!  Writing about it now reminds me of how funny he was when we’d lift him up and out of the bath as a little baby.  Such great memories. 9:14pm: 15 hours after it started, almost exaclty, the day was done. Sure I had to come back in and reassure him the standard few times, but I called it with a photo at 9:14.  The bed time routine went fine.  He didn’t want to get out of the tub, and so got shivery cold as he brushed his teeth and I held him tightly in front of the mirror.  I moved him to the changing table where I combed his hair real nice with a part to the left (my favorite part of the routine), then lotioned him, added a diaper, and put on his lucky “No Wake Zone” pajamas - we might need these tonight after Mama had me take out the morning nap!  Then we read 4 books (Heads, Goodnight Hockey, Love In The Wild, and First 100 Trucks), while he ate a Peach Squeezy yogurt, the only one he’ll take these days.  He sucked it dry in about 2 minutes.  I should time him one of these days, but its very efficient. I suppose all that practice with the nipple raised a superstar squeezy sucker.  We put on the sleep sack, said goodnight to the dogs and everything else we passed along the way (elmo chair, monkey, baseball, hockey game on tv). He took some ibuprofen for his teeth, chased with some icewawa, looked at me and said “Bop” - Kenny Chesney, Nick Mulvey, Renee & Jermey, Sleep Sounds, Thunderstorm.   Bop goes the weasel and finally on the third of fourth try I had him down to stay and I snuck out.  Finally time for a break.  Turned the salt lamp up, stole a pic - the best one of the day.  The trophy prize - a happy healthy sleeping baby right on time at the end of a successful day where I planned my work and I work my plan.  The picture, at 9:14pm, of successful Dad Day.

Song:  Kid Cudi - Pursuit of Happiness

Quote:  “Listen to me son, I’ll tell you why your father is strong; Because he can still say ever single day, he’s yearning to belong. Yearning to belong, Yearning to belong,  My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong In spite of myself, and all of these nursery songs My heart beats with a ceaseless, meets with a peaceless burning to belong”

~Nick Mulvey, CuCuRuCu   

[navire190413]

i am exhausted. i really need to stop drinking so much. i almost didnt make it into work today just because i wanted to sleep more. probably since i've been going to bed around 2 every night. i really gotta adjust my life style soon or i feel like there will be serious consequences somehow.

ive been considering giving up on x-chan. its been 4 months since we broke up, and then 3 months as "friends", where we're just doing this stupid game of ohhh we like eachother so much one week then dont like each other the next week, repeat. we met up after work yesterday and went to 神田 to go to 神田屋. idk why we even went there, x-chan hates chain izakayas. we only had one drink then decided to walk to 秋葉原。we found another chain izakaya to go to since they allow smoking at your seat. usually when we're together he always holds my hand, but he didnt reach for it at all last night, so i didnt reach for his either. i felt like, oh maybe its actually over now and we're just actually going to act like friends and not be all ラブラブ like we are most of the time. 

we left pretty early after having 2 mega lemon sours and some food. he was exhausted from work and was basically falling asleep at the table. we said bye and didnt kiss or anything. i went to my usual bar for a drink or two before going home. most of the usual people were there but i mostly just drank by myself and played with my phone. i was too exhausted and over thinking everything to even try to communicate in japanese. 

i texted x-chan while i was there saying i wanted to hold his hand earlier but didnt know if it was okay or not so i refrained. he told me its always okay and he likes when i do it, so i guess i will from now on. i also told him i still like him and after i got drunk i asked him to please tell me if he ever starts talking to a girl romantically so i can stop pursuing him out of respect for the both of them. he agreed, so i guess i should stop worrying about if he's talking to anyone until he tells me he is. 

my old drinking buddy ended up coming to the bar while i was there and we drank until 11:30, which is why im so fucking exhausted today. he's american from texas and has been in japan for less than a year. he's kind of sort of studying japanese but he hasnt really made much progress lately haha. he teaches english and is stuck in that terrible cycle. i couldnt do it. all of the people i know who are english teachers are miserable and on the verge of offing themselves. the pay is too low and their hours too long and they have weird ass fucking contracts with barely any time off. i definitely got lucky when i decided to go to language school. but also extremely lucky i had the means to save up for it and afford it. i love japan but i dont love it enough to become an english teacher just for a visa. i would absolutely move back to the states before i even considered teaching english as a job. which is why i was so panicked the entire time i was job hunting. 

im sure if i didnt come to work today it would have been fine, but i had a cold two weeks ago and something about me missing 3 days of work in a month when i just got my work visa 2 months ago doesnt sit right with me. i got ready in 10 minutes today so i could sleep in the max amount of time possible and didnt even bother with makeup. i really gotta get my shit togetherrrrrrr. x-chan also doesnt want to drink as much anymore and wants to save money, so if i stop hanging out with him as much i wont be drinking as much or spending as much money either. but if i dont hang out with him as much, he'll start hanging out with other girls! i dont think he will but my ocd is killing me. i want to give up so bad. i tried my hardest to make things right between us, but they keep going from good to bad and then from bad to good and i am frankly emotionally exhausted. he texted ME good morning today, and that made me more happy than it should have. i need to stop wasting my emotional resources on this and focus on myself. its so hard. 

i think im gonna go pray at a temple this weekend. it usually helps me clear my head and i feel like my luck usually turns around when i do. fighting the urge to look up 縁結び祈願 temples because i should pray about getting my life together, not getting back with x-chan haha. i typed this then immediately invited him to go with me.

i do the money management and accounting at my job. im still being trained on how they like their stuff organized and how to do everything the right way in japan. japan's tax system is so complicated compared to how "streamlined" it is in the states. also having to add up big amounts of money here is kind of comical. so many 0's. so. many. 0's. also dont ask me to say any number larger than 999万円 outloud because it takes me like 10 seconds to count from the end of the number and backwards to understand if its 万 or 億.

i need to go shooting soon. i have a photo series in mind, but it requires me being out all night long until like 6am, and i dont feel comfortable doing it alone since random men always approach me when im by myself so im kind of relying on my friends to go with me. i also keep blowing off my friends to hangout and try to woo x-chan. my life is a mess. i also need to study instead of drinking every night. and i need to not go to the bar as much so i can save up to move. and and and and. and i need to buy more film for my camera. and i want to play pokemon in my free time. and i need to study more japanese grammar for my job because im forgetting a lot of it now that im not going to school everyday. and and and and. i need to go to the grocery store after work today.

yesterday on my way to the station after work, there was a guy puking on the sidewalk. first thought was, okay gross? and at 5:30? kind of fucking early to be hammered… then i looked at his vomit and it was a giant amount of unchewed ramen noodles. like. so so so much. we made eye contact and that man was in PAIN. i wonder if he just overate or something instead of being drunk 😂 that image of those fucking noodles will stay with me forever.

i need to do laundry and clean my room when i get home tonight.

[fatmilkers]

god let me rant abt work today for a sec

1. i thought i was on shift for 8am today for focused prep training (im a night manager) but they just made me fry chips which i already knew how to do 💀 i closed the night before & got exactly 45 minutes of sleep last night so i was Bent a bit…. then this other kid came in to help fry chips and then he “threw up” (he just wanted to go home 🙄) and so we had to throw away all of the chips he came into contact with so i basically had to completely start over like 2 hours of work i was so mad bro

2. everyone was 1 and a half hours behind on prep and then OUR FUCKING FOOD SAFETY INSPECTOR SHOWED UP!!!! so we had to STOP EVERYTHING for like 2 hours so we had like no food ready .

3. i was scheduled 8-11:30 i left at 7 pm bro . bc the inspection had us sooooo behind n we couldnt leave until everything was done (including rewashing Every Single Dishware bc of the inspection & washing what was actually dirtied)

4. HR is involved in like 2 separate big cases in our restaurant rn and its so chaotic like 6 ppl can be fired any day now for some sick shit & theyre all trying to take everyone else down with them by making shit up together

5. i knew the morning crew was talking shit on me (even tho ive deadass never met them) but now ive confirmed theyve been calling me maricón and other shit via my work bestie…. when i hear it myself im going to start HR case #3 idc

[aestheticvoyage2022]

Day 351: Saturday December 17, 2022 - “A Walk In The Park”

Its been a month now, with me having (literally) bounced back, fully engaged in Dad-mode.  And now, the real test of my new found resilience; my first full 3 day weekend on my own.  No cavalry coming to save me if things get sideways.  After 18 months, I was on my first full-on Dad Mission.  I hadn’t an idea, that as I planned and mapped out each day to ensure smooth direction and ease with task-loading, that William would have his own intentions for making it completely memorable for both of us.  Spoiler Alert -> Dec 17th 2022 was the day this Tucson born boy added “Cactus” to his vocabulary among many other things.

Saturday morning:   When time for morning nap - take William on car ride to Saguaro National Park Loop.   When he wakes introduce him to my favorite place in his hometown - that lookout on the backside.   

William played along with this plan after a 5:30 am wakeup, and was ready to roll out at 10am.  He was asleep basically when his butt hit the car seat.  A beautiful crisp day - sweater weather here in Tucson.  He slept for an hour while I enjoyed some quiet reading time.  When he woke - he took my plan, and made it his own.   We spent the next 45 minutes walking up and down the road and little William, who has not quite figured out that he is the little boy in the window, introduced himself to his shadow.  Practically running up and down the street, dancing, and squealing with it.  Every time I stopped to take his picture, he’d stop and cry (because he didn’t want to stop).  He also didn’t want me to pick him up  (he’d lose the shadow) to take him back to the car...instead I just turned him around and urged him back up the other direction, pointing out and naming all the different cactus as we went, just like his mama would do if she were here.  “See that big tall one right there? - thats a Saguaro.  Sa-war-O.  Don’t let mama make you hug it”.  It was a wonderful time out there - I couldnt have imagined that little part of my plan to go even half that good.

The rest of the day included learning to climb the bar stool to put himself in his high-chair to eat (amazing monkey strength), stringing new phrases like “daddy I gotcha” and “I got ice!” and when we climb up on the table to juice the lemons we just picked he stopped, pointed (appropriately) and said “cactus” - clear as day!  We sat out on the grass and played trucks together, his imagination starting to come in fast as his phrases and climbing ability.  I rewarded his big day with a feast of Noo-noos (another turn of my map strategy).   

Part of the plan for the weekend that was a huge success was also mapping out the tasks I wanted to complete during each nap and evening and I stuck to it, ensuring that my own mental health stayed strong and I felt like I was getting things done aside from parenting.  It worked great.  By the end of the week, I felt productive and proud of myself.   My first full weekend on my own with William was a big success - even got up over that Sunday afternoon Nap meltdown hump.  I never flinched once. Mindful, skillful, helpful.  Calm Peace Smile Release, 3 days in a row (even on just 13.5 hours of sleep for a 3 night total).   

Ive evolved a great bit this past month.  I may only ever be able to explain it with the salt of time.  But when I go to make sense of it, I’ll remember this weekend.  For how important it was, how great William was, and how much he seemed to boom after that morning nap in Saguaro.   And when I look back, I’ll believe then more than ever the old rule “your future is behind you.”

Song: The Sunparlour Players- Pacifist’s Anthem

Quote: “When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.” ― Patrick Rothfuss

[pwnyta]

I will respectfully disagree with you about the uniforms from SwSh… I like that all the gym leaders have a similar theme going for them, and I just in general feel like it’s harder to fuck up with this sporty kind of clothes. Don’t get me wrong, I like a lot of designs in the pokemon games, but the problem is… designs are either a banger or a an absolute DISASTER imo.

And I feel like SwSh was able to avoid it by giving characters similar outfits (but with some elements that give characters personality + ppl’s casual outfits ACTUALLY look good).

Like, I also feel that it makes sense for the GYM leaders to wear a sport uniform, you know?

Also, I want to disagree with you and anon who was talking about Marnie’s uniform… I mean, it’s fine? As a person who is constantly covering myself with a lot of clothes IRL, I believe her outfit looks okay, really. Then again, I just feel in general that I am favorable towards SwSh designs bc I DO believe that it’s hard to fuck them up, while Arceus… I mean, Irida looks horrid (and I feel bad saying this, but she DOES look like a horribly designed oc), there is prof Laventon (and I can’t get over his fucking ugly ass hat), another dude with purple long hairs (idk his name, but he have a pretty modern outfit for this era), and then there is Volo… which he is fine, but then by the end of the game we see a little more of his design (esp hair style) and it looks kind of wack… and that is only the most recent game. I can find a lot of things like this in the other pokemon games design wise, but I really can’t think about something like this when it comes to SwSh… even Leon have grown on me lol

Tbh I might be biased bc I really like some characters from SwSh personality wise, or maybe bc I’ve grown attached to game just in general (don’t get me wrong, the game itself have A LOT of problems lmao), but like… I feel that gym theme in SwSh is not THAT bad 🤣🤣🤣 it might be that after several years I’m just too used to them, but I’ve seen some of the characters from SwSh in the pokemon journeys (it’s a new season of the anime) and I kind have grown even more attached? Honestly I like their sport casual (is that how you call it lol?) style

What kind of argument is that?! Its better that theyre all bad to mediocre than maybe some sucking? Looking at all all the gym leaders before SwSh I cant see a single one bad enough for that kind of mindset! Maybe the cowboy guy from Unova.. but even thats BRIMMING with character!

How does it make sense... theyre not on a team and arent even doing the sports that are typical of the uniform(which theyre essentially wearing soccer uniforms).

Again I point of 'its fine' sure... Its fine that Marnies gym uniform is lame and boring and doesnt show her character the way her standard outfit does. Marnie having two main outfits is a great illustrator of my point- her standard outfit with her pink dress with the oversized leather jacket and boots tells us that she is a sweet girl following in her punk brothers footsteps her uniform, says nothing except maybe? shes a dark type trainer... but the other gym leaders dont have a standard outfit so all they have is a uniform that vaguely tells of what element type they train.

Milo is adorable, his big ol hat and his tiny buff body would look better if he was wearing something that fit his shepherd/farmer/gardener jobs... hes not even serious about being a gym leader! Nessa is a model and all she gets to wear in game is a dumb bikini. She still looks cute and she has her card that shows her in a pretty dress... but it could be better. Showing her off as a model and a swimmer as well as a water trainer. Opals jersey dress? Gross. Shes supposed to be this old fancy rich lady! Piers fucking hates his job as gym leader and has some terrific design elements and is most effected by needing to wear a dumb sports uniform. His hair and jacket and boots look like the start of something great and then hes wearing that dumb outfit. MOCK-UP!!

Irida does look terrible and the professor looks dumb in his stupid hat but over all the notable characters look great. The only thing holding the Wardens back (im guessing the 'wardens' are like gym leaders. I dont play the game.) is that theyre all also kind of wearing uniforms... and even their uniforms are better looking than the dumb soccer uniforms. And Volo is also wearing a uniform!

The SwSh gym leaders personality-wise are great and their faces/hair with their stand out accessories are also great but their designs are hampered by them all wearing shorts and jerseys for sports they are not playing and have nothing to do with their characters save Nessa.... and maybe Bea but even they would look cooler if they could deviate from short shorts and sports top.

It must be the familiarity youre feeling if youre defending Leon whos, neck down, an absolute objective hot mess .

[lillydiana304]

she fell first, but he fell harder

bucky x sweet reader, the reader wears glasses but it is only mentioned once, the reader as nature powers, the mood brood below does not mean the reader is a specfic race. all of my fics do not go into races making them friendly for everyone.

he couldn't stand her voice humming through the kitchen as she made her pancakes. her long hair messy from sleep a smile casted on her pink lips in her matching set of heart pjs. bucky hated y/n. he didn't want her on the team; he didn't want her in the tower, he didn't want her by his friends, he didn't want her crazy laugh to echo in his head, he didn't want to see her soft smile, he didn't want her near him. he thought that a girl with the powers of nature was stupid. he hated her.

whenever she would laugh or smile of joy flowers would bloom behind her ears like a crown but only when she was turly happy. she had a pink-ish gold arura that admitted from her, a glow that made her look soft and she was. but what made bucky hate her the most was how much she was nice to him

she would bake him is favorite cookies and food, y/n would try and talk to him and play around. she was would include him in everything. bucky was dud not girls like y/n at all, he liked strong women, girl after girl bucky was a player. he liked dark, red-lipped mean girls that were toxic. he had a type so when he stood watching her dance to the song "there goes my baby" by the difters he found himself smiling.

but then he remembered who she was and it went away, a tall long legged woman with wild hair came in the kitchen with one of buckys shirts on and no pants underenth. Cara was her name and she was one of buckys girls, it saddened you to see him with them.

they were nothing like you, they drank smoked which you didn't do. Cara has been buckys new girlfriend for about 3 months now the longest he's ever had. cara walked past bucky who still stood glaring at you, she went to the fridge.

"gosh will you turn this shit off! its 8 in the morning" Cara scoffed walking away with a beer in hand.

"its actually 11:30" you mumbled, cara rolled her eyes huffing.

you have been in love with bucky since he came too the team two years ago, for you he was everything and more. you tried to make him like but with every try it seemed it only made it worse. from the moment your eyes laid on him it was like your world was bounded into space. you thought he was a cute little grumpy bear, his little pout he wore, he was your personal eeyore. you sighed, as you kept your head up trying to not let Cara get to you.

once you were gone with cooking and cleaning up your mess a little before you sat at the breakfast table with your plate of banana pancakes. Cara sat on buckys lap kissing up his neck as he glared at you with hatred.

"baby we should go back to bed" Cara mumbled into his skin still kissing him.

"no" he spoke harshly

"ahh! why not, i'm wet" Cara said to him not trying to whisper just simply not caring that you were sitting across from them. bucky was to caught up in y/n to notice Cara kissing his neck, the your soft hair smelt like apples, and your lotion of peachs and lemons. he could smell you from where he sat your aroua was more pink this moring and your eyes casted down clearly umcomterble with what Cara was saying. he just couldnt figure out why his mind would always lead him back to you. why? why did he care? why did it affect him when he saw you?

"fine i guess we can stay here then" Cara smirked at him as she slipped off her shirt. you quickly gasped your face turning pink and eyes wide.

"you can't do that here, bucky go to your room!" you said looking away from him and Cara. bucky smirked "no we wont ,you go" he said cooly.

you grabbed your plate and glass of juice, look of disgust and hurt in yours eyes flashed and the flowers that sat in the vase on the middle on the table slightly willted but only he noticed.

you didn't have good control of your emotions from showing and your powers were just another way for people to tell what you felt like. bucky watched you leave Cara now griding up on his lap. but guilt came to his chest when he looked at the flowers again. why did he have to be such a jerk.

"get up" he growled at Cara, bucky gragging her to his room to scerw the frushtion off of his emotions he couldn't seem to figure out.

two days later...

"why does she need to be here?!"

bucky yelled as steve held him back. the mission was breaking down a drug ring, 200+ men all armed waiting for you and the team. everything was going fine until one of the guys slipped past you, when you were helping Natasha causing you to get shot in the shoulder. running back to the quinjet after it was all over, hand over your shoulder that was still leaking blood, bucky saw red.

"she can't even take care of herself! she's shit" he said.

"bucky stop" steve demanded "no i wont stop, y/n listen here bitch your worthless. you almost got everyone killed! one! one slip up could have killed all of us! your a dumb selfish slut" he yelled in your face. tears streaming down your face, your aura turning into a muted brown. steve finally got a good grip on bucky pulling him away.

the pain in your body doubled at his words. now the message being clear. no matter how much you loved, cared, longed for bucky he would never want you. you stared out into nothing slient tears escaping. bruce finshed stiching you all up, his face remorsful for you. Natasha mumbling in russain to bucky angerly yet he didn't hear a word only watching you with hard eyes. but on the inside of him he felt guilt, watching you cry your little chin wobbling as you looked down. he hated himself for what he said but the anger from seeing you hurt over took him causing him to act out. when he saw the blood his whole world stopped on its axel. every feeling he denied came up burning the back of his throat. he could never lose you

when you all arrived back at the compound, it was dark out well into the night. you went to your room still crying buckys words ringing in your head on an endless cycle. the pain in your chest from the heartbreak hurt more the the bult wound. once you got out of the shower and finshed your night rotune you laid in bed stray tears still fell.

bucky laid in bed watching the rain and wind slam against his floor to celings windows. it ate him inside, to now that you still cried, that he hurt you, bucky knew from the moment that he saw you that he was head over heels. but he thought with someone so soft, delicate, and sweet he would break you. that no one as pure, and kind was ment to be with him. cara's mumbles in her sleep are what pulled him away from the rain -the tears that caused the rain.

the next few weeks were tense, the day after the mission steve yelled at him so with the rest of the team. you stayed away more, no more baking, music, no flowers, or sunshine, no joy. the whole tower looked darker and it was not just bucky who noticed. you went no where you knew bucky and cara would be. when cara heard what happened she smiled. a chuckle came from her

"i mean she shouldn't have messed up. what did she except to get off with a warning. no bucky had to tell her straight." steve shut cara down quickly

"no. no you are not an avanger, you are a normal person. you have no right to jugde her. she risks her life everyday like everyone else here to save ungarteful people like you! she could have died and everyone on this team has had worse slip ups. it wasnt even her fault!"

on the third week of you not really coming out of your room tony took things into his own hands.

tony had anncounded a gala that he was throwing, he knew you loved to dress up fancy; get your hair done; and nails. you loved getting dressed up and putting on pretty dresses.

you walked in a shy smile on your face as the cameras flashed. a warm hand snuggled into your waist making the people behind the cameras yell with quetions. you looked up to see steve smiling down at you. "hello" you said, the past three weeks were hard on you, between mentally struggling with buckys words and your doubts. but you still had fantum pain in your shoulder. walking fully into the gala with steves hand still sat on your lower back.

"y/n are you alright?" steve asked he said, his warm greenish blue eyes looking warm and soft. "i- what bucky said really hurt my feelings. i'll be fine" you said looking down at the ground. steve gentle hand brought your chin in between his fingers lifting your head up to move your gaze up to his.

"your stunning flower, if he cant see that then to bad cause he's missing out on a whole world you" you blushed. steve kissing your forehead, you pulled away to see bucky marching up to you angerly. steve smrikered to himself, his paln working. bucky grabbed your arm gragging you away from steve to the bethroom.

"bucky let go of me! now!"

"NO! i wont let you go!"

"why?!"

"because i love you! i've loved you since the moment you walked in with your sweet smile and rediculous amount of flowers and your bad jokes and your complete inability to hide any of your emotions. i love you, i love the way you dance in the morning while making breakfast, i love how thoughtful you are. i dont think i could go a day without seeing the way you squint when you forget your glasses and your nose krinkles up. i love when you laugh poppies bloom behind your ears. i how you cry during any rom com movie that has a happy ending which they all do."

"why'd you say those things then?" you said delicate tears streaming down your face. "i-i cant lose you, i knew that when i saw you that i would ruin you. someone so beautifull as you cant be with someone like me. at first i tried to stay away from you but not having you at all is alot better then you hating me and yelling at because i got you to hear your voice. im so sorry petal, andnwhen you got hurt. i said that out of anger not at you. i was angery at the thought that one day i might have to live without you" he was holding you snug against his chest. you hands resting on his forearms, his eyes told you the truth.

"i love you too bucky, i-if we try to be together will you promise to never hurt me again?"

"i will never hurt you again babydoll i promise. can i kiss you?" you giggled tears still falling this time happy.

"yes"

she fell first, but he fell harder.

[crimsonophelia]

Can I request for a fluffy friends to lovers fic with Venti and a human gn reader? They’re good friends (but the reader doesn’t know his real identity) and when reader brings up their desire to see a wind wisp in real life Venti decides to surprise them by transforming into his true form and paying them a visit. The reader finds this mysterious little wind wisp at their doorstep and gets excited, takes care of it, and while feeding it apple slices starts talking about how their good friend Venti would love to see them - but oh, he’s less of a friend and more of a crush who I’ve loved for a long time… wait, where did the wisp go? Wait, Venti?! When did you get here?!

featuring: venti x gn!reader

warnings: none

published: june 30, 2021

form: imagine

a/n: thank you for sending this in—i need more venti requests, he’s my baby <3

you could tell that the drink was beginning to hit you hard when you felt your muscles go slack. it was your fourth pint of the night, and although you thought that you could hold your drink fairly well, you could never hold a candle to your bard friend’s seemingly bottomless appetite for wine. venti was on his seventh--or was it eighth?--mug of cider for the night, and was still fairly unfazed, if you consider his usual bumbling amiability to be his default. after a long day of working and whatever it was that venti did in the daytime, you two had decided to meet up at the angel’s share that evening for a drinking night between friends, and to catch up on life and whatever else goes on in the city of mondstadt. 

the night had begun with a mug per person, as you and venti caught up with each other. due to your duties at home, and his rather inconstant job as a traveling musician, it was oftentimes difficult for you and the bard to stay in touch--responsibilities always seemed to get in the way. so, naturally, you took advantage of every opportunity you could get to see venti, one-on-one, and simply talk. after knowing him for quite a while, he really was a delight to talk to, always full of witty riddles and forever knowing the right thing to say at the right time. venti really was quite remarkable. 

he also had the unique talent of contagious alcoholism; after having spent an hour or so drinking and chatting with him, you unwittingly started drinking more than your usual limit, absolutely carried away with whatever small conversation venti had you engaged with at the moment. the conversation had somehow strayed into the topic of myths and legends of mondstadt. venti was speaking of some strange conspiracies surrounding the origin of the anemo hypostasis up in the mountains, and as the alcohol began to break down your proper judgement, you began to go on and on about how you, as a child, dreamed of seeing an elusive wind wisp. 

you had heard stories about the boy revolutionary, armed with his bow and his words, accompanied by a little white wind wisp, leading mondstadt’s journey to freedom. the story had enchanted you when you were young, and clearly you still had not given up hope of meeting a similar wind wisp. perhaps it would bring you the same joy and power to change your life for the better, just like it did for the hero of old mondstadt. 

venti listened to your reminiscing closely, looking at you with a quizzical look of interest. your intoxicated state made it so that you didn’t notice the look on his face as if he was plotting something, but, to be fair, venti’s poker face was notable for its impregnability. the night ended with him having to walk you home, propping your arm over his shoulders so that you wouldn’t trip and fall on the cobblestone streets. the last thing you remembered was him tucking you into bed, and singing you one of his funny little songs.

the next morning, you woke with a pounding headache and the bright noon sun peeking through your shutters. archons, was it so late already? you pulled yourself out of bed, trying not to stumble, distracted by the pounding in your head. you had a long list of things to do today that you had to complete, and you severely regretted drinking so much and so late with that damned bard last night (though you could never really hate him--he was too adorable).

slipping on whatever clothing closest to your bed and sluggishly following through with your daily morning routine, you got ready to head out the door to water the carrots and potatoes in your backyard. as you pulled open the door, prepared to step out and face the piercing daylight, you caught yourself as you almost stepped on the little figure at your doorstep. lying there on its side, was a wind wisp. yes, just like the ones you had read about all your childhood and you had mused about endlessly last night. it had its little eyes shut, sleeping probably, its delicate little form curled up on the step. 

you were bewildered, partially at the coincidence of it all, but mostly by the rarity of what had occurred before your eyes. a wind wisp, something most people never even saw once in their lifetimes, suddenly showing up right at your doorstep after you had talked about your desire to meet one just the night before. crouching down, you scooped up its little body in your hands. the little thing began to wake, hands rubbing its eyes sleepily, as it made a chirping noise. it was ridiculously adorable. 

“hey there, little guy”, you cooed. “what are you doing here?”

as it began to regain consciousness, the wisp floated up off your hands, small gusts of air emitting from its form, and it flew up to nuzzle against your face. it felt like a warm breeze brushing against your cheek, and you heard it chirping in your ear. 

you giggled. “well aren’t you the cutest little thing!” you raised your hand to pet it, and it made a little gurgling noise, leaning into your touch. something about its mannerisms felt so familiar, almost like something you had known in a past life perhaps, but you couldn’t put a finger on it. its presence was just endlessly comforting, even though you had only known it for a few minutes. 

reaching into your pantry, you pulled out some apples you had picked the day before, and cut it into small slices. the wisp watched you eagerly as you went about your business, like it could understand everything you did. holding up a thin slice to the wisp, a little hole in its void of a face opened up and enveloped the slice whole. a little shocked but certainly entertained, you gave it an approving head pat. 

as the day went on, the little wisp continued to follow you throughout mondstadt as you ran your errands. you went outside, behind your house, to take care of the crops you were growing. as you watered your plants, the little wisp helped you disperse the water more efficiently, blowing a gentle wind from your watering can so that you didn’t have to walk as far to water the faraway plants. you go to pick some apples and sunsettias nearby, and the little fellow would fly up to the hard-to-reach fruits and throw himself against them to knock them loose from the branches, right where you could catch them. you worried a little bit whether he was hurting himself by doing so, but he appeared to be pleased just to assist you, and he certainly was not ashamed to take a few bites from the fruits of your shared labor at the end of the day. 

considering how efficiently your errands were completed today, of course all thanks to the helper you acquired that morning, you thought it would be nice to use the time you had in the late afternoon to take the wisp out for a picnic dinner at windrise to show your appreciation. gathering some of the fruit the both of you had collected, and some sandwiches you made, you placed it all in a little wicker basket and set off for the great tree with your companion upon your shoulder. 

upon arriving, you laid down a gingham blanket in the shade of the great tree of windrise, just a moments away from the ancient statue of barbatos. you felt like a child again, remembering the summers of carefree exploration, tunneling through the thickets in the forest, or catching frogs by the creek, or tumbling down the hills by the sea. and now, a wisp joined you, taking you back to the memories of those years, when life was much simpler.

you couldn’t help but to think of venti, the bard, the friend, who had brought you such comfort through difficult times, whose music, like the warm touch of the wisp, reminded you of home and the beauty that life could bring. your companion was now feasting comedically fast on the food you had brought along, swallowing up fruits whole, and chewing for several moments before helping itself to another. you chuckled and gave it a pat. “greedy little fellow, aren’t you?” you couldnt help but to think venti would have loved to meet the wind wisp, considering his love for nature and all sorts of fauna, and considering the small resemblance between himself and the creature.

“stick around for a bit and i might introduce you to my friend, the bard”, you told it, not really caring that it probably couldn’t understand you. “im actually not sure that we are friends, to be honest. these days we rarely see each other but...” you trailed off, distracted by the sound of the breeze through the branches. the wisp stopped eating and watched you intently. “well”, you began. “i sometimes find myself wishing him and i were more than friends. maybe not lovers, not right away but... i just know that dearly. i cannot be sure that he feels the same, but that is of no matter.” you pat the wisp’s little head again. “if i can make him happy, even just as friends, that is enough for me.”

out of nowhere, a strong wind blew past you, knocking over your wicker basket and sending it flying several feet away. agitated, you scrambled up to chase after it, finally grasping it before it could fly too far. you were perplexed—where in the world could such a strong wind have come from? the sky was clear, and there were no clouds obstructing the setting sun. how odd, you thought to yourself.

you turned around to bring the basket back to your sitting spot, but to your surprise, the wisp was gone. no, in its place was now your bard friend, venti, sitting there on the blanket like he had been there all along. how in the world did he get here without you noticing, and where in the world did the wisp go off to? you hurried over to venti, questioning, “since when did you get here?”

the bard smirked, and fiddled with his lyre that you just noticed he had brought along with him. he had that look on his face again, the one he wore whenever he had some sort of plot in mind.  “whatever do you mean, [y/n]?”, he replied amusedly. “i’ve been here all along.”

[lettersformiah]

12:38pm, 5 july

hey bubs. i hope youre sleeping well i dont know if i could write this without adressing the elphant in the room that is the way your parents are treating you. fuck them and fuck their twisted rules and manipulative bullshit. its ridiculous and you dont deserve it and im so so sorry you gotta deal with them. they treat you like a child and everyone can see that you are so much smarter and self aware than they believe. the lack of trust and respect is so apparent and its insane to me that they think they are doing whats best for you while make you fucking hate them. theyre not it and no one would blame you if you walked the fuck out. come live with me for a bit bub, my house is open if you figure out a way of getting here. love you

went to school late today. got here at interval so i missed math and english. drama was fine and chill and we couldnt perform because we were fucking around and like it was a bit messy and jamayn wasnt there so we couldnt even do it if everything worked out. we have to do it p5 tomorrow because leo isnt even here on thurs or fri. its messy as. but yeah i woke up and i was like no. and then i woke up at 9:30 and was like fuck it may as well just take my time. i went eventually i guess. 3 periods better than none. kealan did the same thing! he misse 1-3 though. maya is at home too. today was just no ones day. yeah um. i guess when shit goes iffy with your parents it really fucks me up. im sorry bubba. leo told me to try and not let it get to me because theres nothing i can do. and hes right, but its so so hard. come live with me. please please please come over. uni can wait. everything can wait because you are so important. id do anything to get you to my place. i lub u <3

my sleeve is wet L i got it wet when i washed my face. bit sad :( idk when itll dry. um. yeah. i have nothing to say. im in geo. mrs haggart isnt here again and i dont wanna do anything. i know im just like putting it off because i have to do it otnight eventually but like god i do not want to. english tonight too. dont even get to talk to you. didnt even do my resume. i dont wanna do anything. call you during break! i just gotta think about that yk. i got this.

i dont know bubba. i dont know what to say. im just feeling down as hell recently and i dont know whatll help. fuck i forgot the uniform cause i was late. L for me. ill try and remember it tomorrow. theyre doing roadworks on whangaparaoa road again. the wieird stop go signs are back so i got off my bus this morning on the side of the road. was very odd but ultimately worked out because i didnt have to walk as far.

oh yeah! in a minute we have a lockdown drill so thats fun! half of geo is cut short because of it but i also have to move bc i sti right next to the window. annoying. i miss you so much bubba fucking hell.

ah! lockdown time, love you bubba. wake up soon!

-mads<3

[urbfsecretgf]

The boy next door. (pt2.)

a/n: no one asked for more but im just gonna keep posting as i write bc its fun :)

(everything is made up including names, family members and text messages)

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you look at the message from vinnie and smile.

"what are you so smiley about y/n?" you mom says in a jokingly way

"she met a boy at the ice cream shop" jack says sounding annoyed

"soooo whats his name, is he cute, how old is he, where does he live, i wanna know everything"

your mom has always been a little nosey when it comes to boys, especially ones that make you smile.

"mommmmmm" you say

"oh come on i just wanna know"

"okay fine" you give in "his names vinnie and he lives next door, he came into the ice cream shop while we were waiting and he complimented me on my ice cream choice"

your mom laughs and says; "he seems like a very sweet boy, why dont you invite him and his family over for dinner tomorrow?"

"we arent moved in fully yet mom" jack interrupts

"oh vinnie offered to come over tomorrow and help move stuff in, you can invite him and his family over for dinner when hes here if you want to"

your mom sits and thinks about it for a second. she's never liked asking for help "you know we could use the extra hands, if you want to text him and see if hes willing to come over around 10 and help unload boxes that would be wonderful. i'll make lunch too depending on how long it takes"

"YES!" you scream in excitement, "i'll text him right now and see if he can. love you mom!"

you run upstairs and let out a squeal. you where so excited to see your dream boy again.

you text vinnie and throw your phone on your bed.

"oh shoot!" you yelled. "if he does come over i have to clean my room i can have it look like this." you look down at your floor and see all the laundry scattered everywhere.

"im such a mess"

you put on your favorite playlist and start dancing while you clean your room.

*BZZ*

"mom! he said hes coming over tomorrow!"

"sounds good!"

you keep cleaning your room but eventually fall asleep because you had a long day today.

when you woke up you checked the time.

"ITS 10:45??"

your alarm never went off causing you to over sleep.

"i havent showered, i havent gotten ready, i havent done anything! and my room still isnt clean UGHHHH!"

you quickly throw on a pair of pajama bottoms and a crop top you found in your closet, you put dry shampoo in and throw your hair into a bun.

you grabbed your glasses and run down stairs.

"well good morning sleeping beauty" vinnie says to you staring at you.

"OMG YOU'RE HERE!"

"yeah you told me to come over... your mom is an amazing lady i must say, i also didnt know you wore glasses"

"MY GLASSES NOOOO!" you panic realizing you didnt have time to put your contacts in

"calm down its okay y/n. i like them." vinnie smiles at you.

"his smile is so pretty, and his eyes, wow." you think to yourself.

"y/n?" your mom says

"huh?"

"you okay? you zoned out for a second"

"OH yeah no im great." you realize you zoned out while staring at vinnie who was in a white tank top and is wearing a baseball cap. you couldnt stop yourself from starring.

"hey mom.." jack says "i found this in with the books"

you look at jack and realize hes holding your old bra

"JACK THATS MINE STOP" you gasp. oh boy that's embarrassing.

vinnie starts laughing and looks at you.

"stop laughing"

you're so embarrassed that he just saw that.

"dont worry y/n its okay. my dog had my boxers on her head after she went snooping in my room."

you can't help but to laugh a little.

the thought of seeing his dog with his boxers on her head is something you would pay to see.

"alright so is there anything else you would like me to move Mrs. Anderson?" vinnie asks your mom

"i dont believe so unless y/n or jack has anything to move" your mom looks at you and your brother waiting for a response.

jack breaks the silence and goes "nope, i think everything is in my room already."

"y/n do you have anything you need help unpacking or anything?" he looks at you and his eyes are this beautiful chocolate brown color.

"yeah i do actually."

vinnie and you head up to your room

"im sorry its such a mess i was trying to clean it last night but i must have fell asleep."

"don't worry about it, my room is way worse than this"

he reaches for a magazine he sees and giggles

"whats so funny? HEY PUT THAT DOWN!"

he laughs and sets it back down

"you know i think its cute."

"whats cute?'

"you, everything about you."

you roll your eyes and smile

"you're dumb Mr. Hacker, but you're cute as well"

"thank you Ms. Hacker."

"what did you say?"

"huh? nothing, anyways is that all you wanted me to help with?"

"yeah thats it thank you."

vinnie walks downstairs and you follow.

your mom is in the kitchen with your brother.

"oh vinnie before you leave, would you and your family like to come over for dinner tonight?" vinnie looks at you and then at your mom.

"i think they would be delighted to come over for dinner tonight Mrs. Anderson, i'll text them right now."

you go into the living room to watch some tv. vinnie follows and sits next to you.

*BZZ*

vinnies phone goes off

"they said they would love to come over, do you have a time in mind on when they should come over?"

"does 7:30 work?"

"that will work just fine."

looking at the time you realize you and vinnie have spent 5 hours together already.

"i should probably get heading home, i have to shower and get ready for dinner tonight, see you then everyone!" he kisses your cheek and heads out the door.

"bye vinnie see you tonight!" your mom and brother exclaim

"what a sweet boy" mom says

*4 hours later, 7:00 PM*

"Vinnie and his family will be over in 30 mins please make sure everything is ready and make sure you guys are ready aswell"

your mom has always been one to make sure everything and everyone looks good before any guest come over.

the door bell rings.

"y/n!! can you please get the door?"

you rush downstairs and open the door.

"hey y/n, wow you look good"

you curled your hair, put makeup on, and are wearing your nice fancy dress.

"hey vin i could say the same thing about you."

both of you are dressed up very nicely. he's wearing his blue suit and has his shirt buttoned down showing chest tattoo.

something about his tattoos drive you insane. you love them.

he introduces his family to yours

"i never knew you had a twin brothers." you say as your brother and his run off to the backyard.

"yeah they are a real pain in the ass"

"i know what that's like"

the two of you laugh

"this is a beautiful house you have jackie and you have 2 beautiful children as well" vinnies mom says to yours

"well thank you sandy im very blessed with what i have gotten in life, your 3 boys are such angels especially vinnie here. hes been very helpful today and i really appreciate it."

he smiles at your mom and then at you

"dinner was amazing, thank you for inviting us over and introducing us to your family, we are going to have a bbq here this weekend if you guys want to join." vinnies dad offers

"we will be there"

"awesome, well we best get going its late and we both have work in the morning, thank you again."

"yeah anytime! thank you guys for coming."

you say goodnight to vinnie and his family and head upstairs.

*BZZ*

New Message from Vinnie <3: you looked absolutely stunning tonight

To Vinnie <3: thank you vin, you looked very handsome tonight as well i must say, you look handsome every night tho.

From Vinnie <3: you're cute, goodnight luv sleep well :)

you set your phone down and smile. hes truly the best guy you have ever met.

[nctzenluvies]

HIS PARTY

𝖏𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖏𝖆𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖓 𝖝 𝖋. 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

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~~~~~~~~~~

you were walking outside of the school and of course, it was a friday, meaning everyone was getting their invites to the popular kids "frat party". all you knew about the parties, is that they consisted of drinking, weed, and apparently drugs too. you genuinely didnt expect for anyone invite you.

"hey, y/n!" someone said behind you.

"hi?"

"remember? its me, cay!"

"oh yeah! hi! whats up?"

"well, i got permission to invite some people to this weekends party, and we had a few extra slots so, i thought to invite you!"

"oh? sure, i can go.. but when is it?"

"tomorrow night, i can text you the address, your number is still the same right?"

"yeah, it is. thanks so much!"

"of course, do you need a ride?"

"no thanks, ill have my friend drop me off."

cay walked away and went to the back of the school as you got into the bus and sat next to one of your friends, that happened to also be invited to tomorrows party.

after about 10 minutes, the bus had finally made it to you and your friends neighborhood. you got off the bus, said your goodbyes to your friend and walked home. once you got home, you went up to your room and unpacked your things.

"dude, i cant believe we both got invited to that tomorrow." your friend said on the phone.

"i know! should we make outfits?"

"uh.. yess?!"

the two of you made outfits and got opinions from one another. your friend had to hang up because their mom called them, so you just decided to make a list of stuff you needed to bring.

"gum... chapstick, tissues? do i need that?"

you threw what you could pack now into your bag, and got pajamas to go take a shower.

you took a quick shower, and went down to your kitchen to make food. you made something simple with what you had in your fridge. after eating, you watched netflix for an hour or two, then went to your room to sleep.

~~~~~

𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓅.. 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓅.. 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓅..

your alarm went off, it was 10 in the morning. you got up, and got ready in a comfy outfit for the day. you had planned to spend a few hours with your cousins at the mall, then go home and get ready for the party.

your cousin picked you up, you guys went do the mall, got coffees, ate food, and shopped around for 3 hours.

your friend was at a store nearby, so she went to come pick you up.

"hey! did you have fun?" she asked.

"yeah, i got a bunch of stuff haha."

"thats good! you could use something for tonight!"

"true, is that what youre wearing tonight?"

"no, i just went to the shop to get groceries, so of course not."

"thats what i thought."

you two blasted music on the way back to her house. you got there, helped he put the groceries away, and walked back to your house. you just chilled for about an hour before getting ready.

you hopped out of the shower, and called your friend.

"hey, y/n. whats up?" cay answered.

"nothing, i just wanted to ask if there was a specific timing we needed to be there?"

"nope, you just have to be there by nine."

"oh alright. see ya!"

you dried you hair, and got a cute dress your cousin had bought you at the mall. you were packing a bag and your best friend called you.

"hey y/bsf/n, why you callin me?"

"nothing, i just wanted to let you know im leaving soon. so get your bag ready."

"will do."

you finished packing, got a water bottle, went to the bathroom, and walked out to see y/bsf/n waiting in her car out-front of your house.

"hey bitch! get in, lets go!"

the two of you headed out, screaming about each others outfits.

you pulled into a huge driveway leading up to a mansion. of course, the popular kids cars were pulling in as you parked.

"oh hey y/n!" cay said behind you.

"hey!"

"well, welcome i guess? let me show you around."

he showed you around his friends house, as someone caught your eye.

you pointed towards some really cute guy in the corner, "hey cay, who is that?"

"oh him? thats jaehyun, hes one of my best friends."

"ok, thanks."

"no problem.

you and your friend walked away to get a drink from the bar they had.

"girllll you have good eyes." your friend teased.

"what do you mean?"

"that jaehyun dude was cute."

"i know right."

"you should go talk to him! your hot, hes hot, perfect relationship!"

"fine, i will. be right back."

"ok, ill be over here!"

you walked over to the boy you had been looking at for a bit and said hi.

"hey, thought i just let you know i think your hot." you winked, walking away.

he twirled you back around, "well, i would say those feelings are mutual then."

"oh? show me then."

"with pleasure."

he pulled you upstairs to a room somewhere in the back of the house, and locked the door behind him.

it was dark in the room, so you couldnt exactly see him, but when he turned the lights up, he was already completely naked. he had the best abs youd seen in a while. man did you get the worst butterflies. he got on top of you, and tore your clothes.

"your a little slut, arent you."

"maybe."

he snickered, kissing your jawline, going down to your stomach. he threw your legs to the side, kissing the inside of your thighs. he threw your legs on his shoulder, giving you kitten licks, teasing you. jaehyun let go of your legs to say something.

"i never got your name, sweetheart."

"y/n."

"y/n?"

"yup."

"cute."

he continued his teasing, but gave you zero warning that he was going to actually eat you out.

"jaehyun!"

"mhm?" he said, sending a wave of vibrations through your body, causing you to almost moan.

after a bit, he let go of your pussy, "moan loader baby." so of course, you did. the more noise you made, the more he smirked probably thinking you couldnt feel it. at some point he started using his tongue way more aggressively, so you grabbed his head pushing him deeper in your folds.

he suddenly let go, looking straight in your eyes.

"you cant cum yet. your turn."

he got to the side of the bed, pulled you closer to him, and shoved his dick straight in your mouth. beside gagging at first, you did your job perfectly by how he was reacting.

he pushed you down away from him, and got back on top of you.

"youre going to listen to daddy, right?"

you nodded.

"you will stay completely silent until i say so."

he lined his cock up with your core and slammed straight in you, filling you up. he immediately went in and out of you, leading to you making a bunch of noise. he put a hand around your neck to shut you up.

"you stay quiet, remember?"

you nodded, trying your best to stay quiet. there was a bunch of people coming up the stairs, probably looking for jaehyun.

"jaehyun?" one of his friends yelled from the end of the hallway.

what sounded like two people came up to the door, stopped and listened. you held your breath, but jaehyun on the other hand just continued.

"oh shit, hes blowing someones back out."

"yeah, already? the party just started. i wonder who it is." your friend cay said.

"dude. lets go ask around and see who were missing."

"yeah."

𝑜𝒽 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 , you thought to yourself. jay was going to figure out that your were being gut-fucked by his best friend, let alone, one of the most popular people in the building.

luckily as soon as your best friend heard people we're asking around, she texted you saying she'd be at the back of the house so she wouldn't get found out.

"oh shit!" you screamed.

the two of you reached your highs about the same time. all you felt was this warm liquid filling you up like crazy. he pulled out, picked you up and brought you to the bathroom. luckily he had brought you to bedroom that had a bathroom.

he cleaned you up first, cleaned himself up, and got you both dressed. jaehyun dragged you out of the bedroom, telling you to go to the back of the house after seeing your phone text message.

you ran down stairs, out the front door and saw your friend right on the side of the house.

"hey!" she yelled

"hi."

"so, how was it?"

"good, hes so hot oh my god."

"well, look who it is."

"hello, im jaehyun, y/n's new boyfriend."

you looked at him, confused.

"wait, wait, we never agreed to that." you sighed.

"we did now."

"ok, ill leave you guys alone, good bye." your friend ran back into the house.

"jaehyun, really?"

"what."

"ive known you for like fifteen minutes."

"a good fifteen minutes." he winked.

"jaehyun!"

you turned around to see cay yelling for jaehyun.

"hi?"

"im going to go over there." you whispered, pointing to the fence of the property.

"well, who was it?"

"who was what?"

"ya know, the chick you had in the room." cay said.

"oh, that? her." he pointed to you, causing you to look up.

"fucking seriously? ive been friends with her for a while and she never has hooked up with someone like you man."

"well i guess you can say hook up if you want."

"huh?"

jaehyun signaled you to come back over.

he wrapped his hand around your waist, "this is my girlfriend."

"uh, what? im so confused. havent you known each other for like 30 minutes?"

"yeah, but shes hot."

"alright, ive never seen that happen."

cay walked away, leaving the two of you to walk in together. you and jaehyun just drank all night, and went back to your house, eating and watching movies.

𝔞/𝔫: 𝔦 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔪 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬 𝔦 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 :)

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ver lame. i actually wanted to go to beed early, get up at 3:30 cuz i need to drive my mom to the airport, and then id like, come home at 4:30 and just stay up and have a nice early morning and a long day

But i couldnt sleep so instead its just me staying uup ald night and going to bed after i when i get home :u