#feeling so tired and letting myself take a break

[littlefireball]

ᴡʏ|[ᴍ]|ᴀ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴛʀɪᴘ

ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ x ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ|ᴅᴏᴍ & ꜱᴜʙ (?)|ᴏʀᴀʟ (ᴀ ʙɪᴛ)|ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ|ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ (ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ..ʜᴍᴍ…ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ 18)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.9ᴋ

Summary: your legs are sore because of the long drive and your boyfriend decides to give you a personal comfortable massage.

(a/n: Happy birthday to me (author time) wakaka so i prepare a fic for myself 😌 😌 continue to write more Wooyoung fic hahaha)

The golden rays of the sun filter through the car window, casting a warm glow inside. As you lounge in the passenger seat, you stretch your limbs, your face still wrapped in the remnants of sleep.

"Morning, love! Sleep well?" Wooyoung asks, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he glances at your drowsy expression before returning his attention to the road ahead.

You respond with a sleepy smile and a nod. After a long break from exercise, your legs feel achy, prompting you to stretch them within the confines of the seat.

"Sore?" Wooyoung chuckles softly, watching your legs sway back and forth.

"Just a bit."

He places his hand on your thigh, applying gentle pressure. "How about a massage?"

"But you're driving."

"One hand will do."

Wooyoung's hand gently massages your arching calf, the soothing touch bringing some relief to your tired muscles.

"Thanks, babe." you say with a relieved sigh.

He grins, his eyes still focused on the road. "Alway happy to help."

You find yourself relaxing further into the seat, the gentle massage and the rhythmic hum of the engine lulling you into a pleasant, half-dozy state.

Wooyoung steals frequent glances at you, his expression tender as he sees you gradually relaxing. "You look so cute when you're sleepy."

His eyes drift from the road to your bare thighs, captivated. As you bend your legs on the seat, the oversized hoodie slips lower, revealing more skin. His hands glide upward, encouraging the fabric to slide along the curve of your thighs. With a teasing touch, his fingers begin to trace a small circle on your inner thigh, pausing to gauge your response.

You take a moment to register his change in touch, his strong yet gentle hand now venturing higher on your leg, edging closer to your most sensitive area.

A blush creeps onto your face, your cheek warming at his teasing touch. "Woo-Wooyoung…" you stutter, your voice shaky.

His smirk widens, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looks over at you. "Yes, love?" he asks in a tone that is sweet and yet laced with lust.

His fingers continue to move torturously, slowly tracing circles on your inner thigh, getting ever closer to your heat.

You stifle a gasp, your breath coming in shallow bursts as his fingers continue their tantalizing dance, now maddeningly close to your most sensitive spot.

You try to keep a straight face, but the flush of your cheeks betrays the effect his touch is having on you. "You're distracted," you murmur, half-heartedly trying to chide him.

"Oh, I'm distracting you, you mean?" he replies, his tone smug as he feigns innocence. "I'm just trying to give you a little extra comfort on this long ride."

He gently massages your inner thigh, his fingers now so close to your heat that you can feel the heat of his touch through your thin fabric.

The sensation is both maddening and delicious, your body responding to his touch against your will.

His hand continues to move, his touch getting firmer now, almost possessive. Your mind is a dizzy mess, caught between wanting to pull away and wanting to lean into his hand.

"Still sore?" he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.

"Sore... yeah," you manage to gasp out, your voice betraying the turmoil of desire and embarrassment you're feeling.

Wooward smirk grows even wider, his eyes darkening with arousal. "Maybe I should try a different kind of massage."

With those words, his hand suddenly moves to press firmly against your clothed clit, the pressure sudden and intense through the thin fabric of your panties

You let out a soft gasp, your body tensing at the unexpected jolt of pleasure.

"Wooy-Wooyoung..." you stutter, your voice thick with need.

He chuckles, his voice a low, rumbling sound. "Seems like someone's enjoying this."

His fingers start to move again, rubbing against you in tantalizing circles. The sensations of his touch through the fabric are maddening, both too much and not enough.

"You like this, don't you?" he asks, his tone a mix of tease and desire.

Your head can only manage a slight nod, your thoughts enveloped in a haze of bliss. Your hips instinctively roll toward his hand, craving the tantalizing friction that ignites your senses.

He grins at your reaction, his gaze drinking in the sight of you—your cheeks flushed and your hips swaying gently against his touch. "So eager," he whispers, his voice a deep, resonant growl.

His fingers speed up, the pressure increasing against your heat. "Look at you, so responsive to me. You wanted this all along, didn't you?"

All you can manage is a soft moan, words slipping away as pleasure floods your being. Your body responds to his caress like a finely tuned instrument, each movement and stroke sending ripples of ecstasy coursing through you.

He presses his thumb down firmly on your sensitive spot, gliding it up and down with a deliberate, steady rhythm that elicits a soft gasp from your lips. The chill of his touch contrasts sharply with the warmth of your skin, making you acutely aware of just how wet your panties have become. A cool breeze from the air conditioner sweeps over you, sending a delightful shiver racing down your spine.

You bend your back just a bit, leaning into his caress like a feline craving affection from its master. The chill of his fingers against your warm skin creates a thrilling contrast, sending waves of sensation coursing through you, leaving you dizzy with desire.

Your breaths quicken, coming in rapid bursts, as your body responds instinctively to every glide of his thumb, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure.

Wooyoung beams at your reactions, clearly relishing the way your body responds to his every caress. "You're so eager," he murmurs, his voice a sultry whisper that sends shivers down your spine. "I love how you react to my every touch."

Your hips involuntarily buck against his hand, seeking more contact. "W-Wooyoung..." you manage to pant out, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckles softly, clearly amused and aroused by your desperate responsiveness. "What is it, love? Do you want more?"

"Yes...more," you gasp, your body moving as if it has a mind of its own, arching and pressing against him, yearning to feel his touch deeper.

He grins at your response, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. "I could do this all day, you know."

"Please...don't tease," you whimper. The ache between your thighs is growing increasingly sharp, the need for release growing more urgent.

"Oh, but you make it so fun," he replies, his tone teasing but also slightly possessive. "You're so sensitive, so responsive to my touch."

"I'll do anything..." you gasp out, your mind clouded with need, your only focus is the delicious friction of his thumb on your heat.

He chuckles again, relishing your submission. "Anything, hmm?" he repeats, his voice lowering an octave. "That's a dangerous offer to make, love. I might take it." Wooyoung moves his hand to the edge of your panties, toying it with a teasing act. His hand slips inside the thin fabric, caressing your round hip while gripping hard. You can't help but bite your lips to hold your moan, a lump in your throat is hard to muffle as he reaches down to your core.

Your body shivers at the intensity of his move, your eyes meeting him for a brief moment before darting away, your submission complete and total. "Please," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "Just...more."

"You ask for this." Without a second thought, his middle and ring fingers insert inside your warmth. Wooyoung pauses for a moment, enjoying the sight of your back arch for his touch and how you struggle to handle the sudden stretch. The feeling of your wall tightening around his fingers drives him crazy, the way you suck him in makes him can't help but start to batter your sensitive spot.

Your head tilts back, eyes squeezed shut, as a flush of crimson spreads across your neck and cheeks, the air caught in your throat. Your fingers clutch the armrest fiercely, knuckles blanching as he drives in and out with rapid intensity.

"y-your fingers… oh my god…" The moaning finally breaks through and flies from your tongue, covering all the noise from the engine. The knot of tension builds up within your body, a tightly coiled spring ready to snap. The pulsed sensation makes you realize how close you are. Every stroke of his fingertips sends more waves of ecstasy through you, bringing you over the edge.

"You're so close, aren't you?" He asks, his tone knowing and taunting. "Just a bit more and you'll go over the edge." He increases the pressure and speed of his fingers, just a fraction more.

Your body tightens, teetering on the brink of overwhelming ecstasy. "Please...please...please," you breathe, your voice a mix of desperation and yearning.

His voice drips with desire as he observes your battle against the precipice. "Beg for it," he orders, his tone unwavering and authoritative.

"Please," you manage to utter. "Please...I can't..." The urgency for release consumes you. "Please...just let me…"

A grin plays on his lips, he clearly enjoys the fact that he's reducing you to a quivering mess. "You want it so badly, don't you?" He murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

"Ye-yes…" you gasp out, your body writhing under his touch. "So badly…please…please…I'll do anything. Just let me come."

Your need and submission turn him on even harder. He parks the car and unbuckles his seatbelt, pulling out his hand to cause a whine to leave your lips. He tugs your soaked panties down enough to expose your lower core, lowering his head to touch it with his lips.

"Fuckkkk…!!" His tongue delves into your entrance and swirls around to collect all your juices. Your fingers clenched around his hair, pushing him deeper to the place you arch for the most. He suddenly sucks hard to make you tighten, the way he let out a low growl sending extra vibration to your spot. Your whole body shakes from the overwhelming and your mind is already faded away and lost in pleasure.

"Come." His command ignites a fire within you, leaving you unable to restrain yourself any longer. "Woo…Wooyoung…!!" With that, you unravel completely, your body trembling and quaking fiercely as waves of ecstasy wash over you.

"Come here," He issues a command, his voice a deep, resonant whisper. You're still catching your breath, your body slowly coming down from the exhilarating high. As you gaze at him, your eyes still clouded with remnants of ecstasy, you gradually start to shift closer to him.

He pulls you onto his lap, his hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. "Now, we gotta finish something" he murmurs, his voice a low, rough whisper. "Did you say you'll do anything if I let you come?" His arching crotch nestles between your thighs, entering your redden and soaked hole with the tip. The grip on his shirt tightens, you meet his dark and dangerous gaze as he grip your chin to force you look up.

"You know what you need to do, hm?Darling?" His grins send you goosebumps. And you can tell, it must be a long, long road trip.

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi

[desperate-gay]

christmas request for leah williamson:

"Just because we’re stuck under mistletoe doesn’t mean I have to kiss you.”

“Scared you might enjoy it?"

A Christmas Tease

Leah Williamson x fem!reader

summary: your teammate has quite the reputation and she will do anything to catch your attention

a/n: just a quick blurb i thought id write due to a sleepless night

“There she is!” Katie shouts, arm extended with a beer in hand, announcing your late arrival at the party.

“Yes, here I am. My tires are horrible with the snow and everyone drives like there’s a whole blizzard outside.” You roll your eyes, removing your outdoor gear to throw on the coat rack and embrace the warmth of the house.

You greet everyone with a smile and catch up to all the conversations that have happened within the last 20 minutes you have missed. You’ve gotten extremely close with many of your teammates despite only playing for Arsenal for only a couple of months. Once your USWNT teammate, Emily Fox, was signed, you weren’t too long after.

You had already known a lot of your teammates from international games and previous clubs you had played for, so there weren't too many people to get used to.

Besides one very obnoxious player.

Leah Williamson.

She has a reputation for sleeping around and placing girls in her trophy case. The team jokes that she’s challenging herself to sleep with every girl in London, and, unfortunately, her new target is you.

“Were you too busy answering prayers, angel?” A thick british accent breaks you out of your trance, making you jump in surprise.

“More like digging myself up from hell.” You say, giving her a plastered grin before taking a sip of the champagne that rests in your hand.

“I’ll have you one day, you know.” Leah states confidently, earning herself a sharp glare from you in which she only returns with a cocky smirk.

Not even wanting to argue with the girl, you scoff and walk over to where Lia and Mariona sit and join them in conversation. You’d never admit this to the blonde, not wanting to make her ego swell bigger than it anyway is, you used to have the biggest crush on her before you transferred to Arsenal.

You always found the blonde extremely attractive, especially on the pitch, but when you finally met her and found out about her off-the-pitch affairs, your crush faded away.

“You still there, amiga?” Mariona asks softly, noticing your silence.

“Yes, of course. Sorry, just a bit distracted.” You smile apologetically, twisting the glass in your hand for distraction.

“No need to apologize, but if I may, does this have anything to do with a certain english blonde defender?” Lia smirks teasingly as you roll your eyes and shake your head rapidly.

“Absolutely not. You know my feelings about that, Lia.” The swiss girl allows the conversation to disappear although she doesn’t believe you one bit.

—

“Next question, what is everyone’s favorite christmas song?” Kim asks the team who all are huddled around in the living space, you coincidentally smushed on a loveseat with Leah.

Many shouts are thrown across the room from voices trying to top each other, debating on what christening song is the ultimate song, including your voice.

Noticing the girl next to you zoning out and not participating, you bump your shoulder into hers, asking, “What about you? What’s your favorite christmas song?”

“Rockin’ around the christmas tree.” Leah nods in confidence.

“Why that one?” You immediately regret asking when that familiar cocky grin stretches along the older girl’s face.

“Because I know I can rock your world when you finally let me.” She whispers, leaning closer to you so no one else can hear, and quickly snapping back when you push her in disgust, making the girl chuckle and take a sip of her drink.

Many hours pass by with more questions, movies, karaoke, and so on before people start to trickle out to head back to their destined homes. It was only you and a few people left, cleaning up the snacks that were on display and garbage littered in small areas.

Leaning against the wall of the archway, someone clearing their throat grabs your attention next to you. You quickly see the blonde locks and huff in annoyance before turning back to look at what you were.

She taps your shoulder and points above the two of you, causing you to scoff when you notice the holiday plant hanging down by a string. Leah’s white teeth shimmer at you before puckering her lips and making exaggerated kissy noises.

“Just because we are under a mistletoe does not mean I have to kiss you.” You declare, watching the older girl with squinted eyes.

“Afraid you may enjoy it, darling?” Leah questions, pulling herself off the wall and moving slightly closer to you with a wide grin plastered on her face.

A weird shock runs through your body from hearing her husky tone, but you shake it off as the thought of a cold shiver. You swiftly look around to make sure no one is around before closing the gap between you and Leah, grabbing her arms and placing them on your hips while yours wraps around her neck.

The blonde’s smile fades and instead is replaced with a huge face of shock.

“I know I’ll enjoy it. I have been dreaming of you railing me into the mattress over and over again, having your way with me on every surface of every room, and making my legs shake violently with every orgasm you give me.” You whisper, lips brushing against the girl’s ear as her hands grip your hips together with every word.

“Yeah?” Leah’s voice shakes.

“Oh yeah, but this won’t ever happen except in your daydreams.”

With that, you down the rest of the drink in your hand and strut off to help Kim with the rest of the cleanup, leaving the defender in complete bewilderment and arousal.

Merry christmas indeed.

[moonlightdreamzz]

late nights — bang chan, hyunjin, wooyoung, and niki. ♡

it feels so good to be seen and loved, especially after an exhausting day.

bang chan

truthfully, you don’t even know how you made it here in one piece—here, being chris’ studio. utterly exhausted doesn’t even begin to cover it, but the day is finally over, and you’re holding onto that small grace. not like you have much of a choice, right?

your eyes flutter shut for just a second as you lean against the door, the light thud startling you back to the moment. you laugh quietly at yourself, embarrassed by how ready your body was to believe this was the end of the day, before finally pushing the door open.

you and chris share the same curse: you work too hard, and far too much. so, it doesn’t surprise you to see him exactly as you left him this morning—headphones on, hunched over his computer, eyes flickering across the screen. even from the doorway, you can hear the bass pumping loud enough to feel it in your chest.

you weren’t planning on saying anything. the couch beside his desk had your name written all over it, and all you wanted was to curl up and let sleep take over until he was ready to leave. but somehow, you find enough strength to call out to him.

“baby.”

it’s almost immediate, the way his head snaps toward you, his eyes softening as soon as they land on yours. it’s like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. his headphones are off in seconds, tossed carelessly onto the desk. that alone tells you everything—he must think you look even worse than you feel.

he doesn’t say anything, just opens his arms wide, inviting you in. and how could you ever say no to him? you drag your feet across the room, collapsing into his lap without a second thought. his arms wrap around you tightly, and for the first time all day, you feel like you can finally exhale.

“you had a long day, didn’t you?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear before pressing a soft kiss there.

all you can do is nod, burying yourself deeper into his neck. he smells just like he did this morning, warm and familiar, and it makes your chest ache in the best way. neither of you moves for what feels like forever, but it’s the kind of forever you could get used to. his touch says everything words can’t—how much he missed you, how much he hates seeing you this tired, how much he loves you.

you want to tell him you should go home, that you need a proper bed, but you can’t. you know how important his work is, and you’d never forgive yourself for making him feel guilty about staying.

but then his voice breaks the silence, low and soft. “i think i’m done for the night.”

your head snaps up, searching his face for any sign he’s joking. “no, baby. i’m fine. keep working,” you say quickly, even as your body betrays you and leans back into his chest. the guilt creeps up before you can stop it.

his thumb brushes your cheek, and his eyes lock on yours with so much tenderness it nearly knocks the wind out of you. “the only thing i want to do is go home, run you a bath, and hold you while you fall asleep. this can wait until tomorrow. you’re the most important thing to me, and i need you to know that.”

he kisses you softly, and when he pulls back, there’s a smile tugging at his lips. “besides,” he adds with a wink, “if i don’t take care of you, who’s going to remind me to take care of myself?”

hyunjin

you and your man were both terribly sleepy babies. no matter how hard you tried to stay awake for each other on late nights, one of you always gave in first. it was a routine by now: a simple “i love you” text signaling surrender to the pull of a memory foam mattress or an irresistibly soft couch. there was never any guilt, just understanding.

but this month? this month has been unrelenting. you’ve been in full girl boss mode, pushing through deadlines and back-to-back meetings, while hyunjin has been caught up in the chaos of a comeback. you can’t even remember the last time you sat down together for dinner, watched a show, or just existed in the same moment. you miss it. you miss him.

when his schedule was calmer, hyunjin stayed with you as much as he could. but now, the dorm has him locked down. as you punch in your door code, you sigh, already feeling the emptiness of your apartment. you wish he were here—even if it meant finding him passed out on the couch, mouth slightly open, barely coherent as you whispered him awake and tugged him to bed

tonight, though, there’s no detour. no lingering in the kitchen or collapsing on the couch. you head straight to your room, already peeling off your jacket as you close the door behind you. exhaustion weighs heavy on you, but something feels… off.

your heart stutters. someone’s here.

you freeze. open your eyes, idiot, you scold yourself. slowly, you do, and your breath catches in your throat

there, glowing like a dream, stands hyunjin. a bouquet of roses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, his smile stretching so wide his eyes crinkle shut. he’s radiant, like he stepped out of your imagination, but he’s real.

“baby,” you whisper, your voice trembling with disbelief. “what… how are you here? i thought—”

you don’t get the words out, too stunned to string them together. he steps closer, slow and steady, placing the roses and wine into your hands before cupping your face and kissing you, soft and sure. his lips feel like coming home

“i missed you,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm against your ear. “it’s been hell not being able to see you, touch you, hold you. i’ve been trying so hard to wait, but when i called you this morning and heard how tired you sounded… i had to be here. i couldn’t let you come home to an empty apartment tonight.

you melt into his arms, burying your face in his chest as his words sink in. “i knew it,” you say suddenly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, a teasing smirk spreading across your face. “you really can’t stay away from me. i’m irresistible, huh?”

he bursts out laughing, the sound warm and rich, making his whole body shake as he leans his forehead against yours. “shut up,” he grins, but his eyes are so full of love you can feel it in your bones.

The he cups your face again, pressing his lips back to yours in a kiss that feels like a promise. this one is different—hungrier, deeper, filled with everything he’s been holding back. his right hand gently takes the flowers and wine from you, tossing them onto the couch as if they’re the least important thing in the world.

“you’ve been stressed too, baby,” you murmur between kisses, your hands sliding up his chest as he pulls you closer. “you want me to make it better? take your mind off everything?”

“please,” he breathes, the single word trembling with desperation.

and that’s all it takes for the two of you to let go of everything else—the stress, the distance, the long days apart. tonight, it’s just you and him.

wooyoung

i know that the last conversation we had didn’t end on a good note. and i know you’re still trying to process everything going on with us and probably don’t want to see me. but I can’t help but feel like you’re exhausted and need something to take your mind off of everything you have going on right now. regardless of what we’re going through rn, i love you and I’ll always be here to make things better.

your heart aches as you read wooyoung’s text.

i’m outside. take your time. i’ll wait for you.

you didn’t think you’d hear from him tonight—not after the way your last conversation had ended. but that’s wooyoung, always showing up when you need him most, even when things between you feel fragile and uncertain.

you grab your jacket and step outside, the chill in the air catching you off guard. but then you see him, leaning against his car with his arms crossed, his hair a little messy, his expression soft despite the exhaustion etched into it.

his eyes meet yours, and for a moment, it feels like the world stills.

without a word, he opens the car door for you. as you slide into the passenger seat, you feel the familiar warmth of his presence settle over you like a blanket. he gets in, shutting the door gently, and the two of you sit there, bathed in the soft glow of the dashboard lights.

“you didn’t have to come,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

he turns to you, his gaze steady, his hand already reaching for yours. “yes, i did.” his tone is quiet but firm, like he needs you to believe it

his thumb rubs gentle circles against your skin, and it’s enough to unravel the tight knot in your chest.

“i know it’s been rough lately,” he says softly, his voice thick with emotion. “but no matter what we’re going through, i can’t stand the thought of you sitting at home feeling this way. you don’t have to go through this alone. i’m here. always.”

you close your eyes, his words sinking into the deepest parts of you.

he leans over, pulling you into his arms, and it’s like you’re a piece of a puzzle snapping into place. his embrace is so warm, so full of everything he can’t quite say, and you don’t realize how much you needed it until you’re here, breathing him in.

“you’re freezing,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i should’ve brought a blanket.”

you let out a soft laugh, your breath brushing against his collarbone. “you’re the blanket.”

he smiles against your hair, holding you a little tighter. “good. then i’m not letting go.”

for a long time, you just sit there, his arms wrapped around you, his hand gently tracing soothing patterns along your back. it’s so quiet, but the silence is full of him—his love, his care, his determination to make sure you feel safe, even when things between you aren’t perfect.

“thank you for coming,” you whisper after a while, your voice muffled against his chest.

“i’ll always come,” he replies, his lips brushing against your forehead. “no matter what’s happening. you’re my person.”

you pull back just enough to look at him, your eyes meeting his, and in that moment, it feels like everything might actually be okay. whatever else you have to figure out, whatever else you have to say, you can face it together.

for now, this is enough. this is everything.

niki

the studio was quiet now, the kind of quiet that made you feel how tired you really were. your body ached, your mind felt heavy, and the only thing keeping you upright was the cool press of the mirror at your back.

you closed your eyes, just for a second, and let out a sigh.

“you always look like you’re about to fall apart after practice,” a familiar voice teased, pulling you out of your thoughts.

your eyes snapped open, and when you saw him standing there in the doorway, you actually laughed out loud.

“niki?” you said, your voice pitching higher in disbelief. “what the—how did you even get in here?”

he grinned, leaning against the doorframe like he owned the place, hands stuffed casually into his hoodie pockets. “i have my ways.”

“your ways?” you repeated, still laughing, though your exhaustion made it sound a little delirious. “what, did you sneak past security?”

he shrugged, his grin widening. “you’d be surprised what a little charm can do.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, shaking your head, though you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.

niki stepped into the room then, pulling a takeout bag from behind his back like it was some big reveal. “anyway, i figured you might be hungry. you were going on and on about this the other day, so…”

you blinked at him, your chest tightening. “you remembered that?”

niki rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a blush creeping up his neck. “obviously. i’m not as clueless as you think.”

he walked over and sat down beside you, his legs stretching out across the floor. the bag landed in your lap, and the smell alone was enough to make your stomach growl.

“you didn’t have to,” you murmured, though you were already pulling the container out.

“yeah, well,” he said, leaning back against the mirror with a shrug, “i wanted to.”

you looked at him, really looked at him, and for a moment, you forgot how exhausted you were. his face was calm, but his eyes were soft, like he was seeing you in a way no one else ever had.

“thanks, niki,” you said quietly.

he waved it off like it was nothing, but the tips of his ears were pink, and you knew him well enough to know what that meant.

“you worked hard today,” he said after a beat, his voice softer now. “but you always do.”

you smiled, but it felt bittersweet. “sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough.”

niki’s gaze sharpened, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “it is,” he said firmly. “you are.”

the words hung in the air, heavy and meaningful, and you didn’t know what to say. so you didn’t. you just opened the container, took a bite, and let the warmth of the food—and his presence—melt away the edges of your day.

he didn’t say anything else, just stayed there beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed when one of you moved.

and maybe you were both too scared to say it out loud, too scared to ruin whatever this was, but in that moment, you knew: he was your safe place. and maybe, just maybe, you were his too.

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Saturday, 12-21-24, 7pm Pacific

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:

'Evenin', everyone. This is your faithful Bringer of The Tunes of Yore, your intrepid DJ, Mr. Baggins, signing off for...a while.

I'll be taking these next ten days off, hopefully you might think them well-deserved. I've been doing these three shows a day for a good long while with no break, as I've been mulling over my (and our) future.

I started Radio Free Tumblr as a way to help keep everyone's morale up while the shitshow progresses, and to spend less time "DOOMSCROLLING" all the bad news, since my personal situation is still so dire I don't need any more bringing-down.

I also started it to give me more time for myself, but in reality, it has turned into a full-time, all-day job for me to come up with these three shows a day, mostly just picking things out of my own memory and following the breadcrumbs. It's a creative process that, unfortunately, takes as much of a toll as anything else.

As a result, your intrepid DJ is One Tired Mofo. I'll be taking the rest of the year off to do some recouping and more thinking about what I want to do with this blog.

It's been difficult for me to think about going back to the trenches and being as on-the-front-lines as I was. I know I've probably disappointed some of you, going from being so vocal and sure of everything, to pulling back and essentially rolling into a ball like a pangolin while I've tried to figure this out.

And I've had some shame over that, as well. It feels like I've failed y'all in some ways. Please know I didn't "give up"...I was just thrown so far off track by the election debacle I couldn't see a way forward and I let it get to me. My usual modus operandi when something like that happens is to retreat into The Music until I figure it all out, and Radio Free Tumblr was a way y'all could come along for the ride, as it were.

We are on the cusp of a very strange time, and I still believe that somehow we will pull through this stronger, but I'm still having difficulty with seeing a way forward. I hope these next ten days will help make it clearer in my mind.

The shows will stay posted and up, so if there were some you really enjoyed and want to hear again, just go to my Archive page, and they're all there, from the beginning posts in the aftermath of that first week of November forward.

And I wanna give a very heart-felt THANK YOU to everyone who's enjoyed what I've done with The Music here this past couple of months...that makes me feel good, knowing that conjuring this music up out of my memory banks and following the creative breadcrumbs from the universe has maybe helped some of y'all smile and have a better day.

So...until next time...be kind, babies, be kind.

Baggins out.

[infinite-orangepeel]

a list of friendly reminders for all my fellow fic writers (bc i’m struggling rn and need to hear these myself):

it’s okay to take a break/let yourself rest. you don’t need an excuse ! if you’re tired, lay down. you can always write more when you have more energy (hot tip: you will likely cry less tears of frustration too if you follow this step).

it’s okay to not spend every single waking moment of your free time writing (especially if you’re exhausted, sick, or having a bad day). you are still purposeful, productive, and cool regardless.

it’s okay to abandon wips if they no longer bring you joy or you just aren’t feeling them anymore ! and no one is allowed to bully you about it. this is your creative time—spend it writing something you actually enjoy. write for YOU !

it’s okay to go on hiatus. you can always come back once inspiration hits again or you can disappear forever ! it’s up to you completely.

it’s okay to post new chapters/update wips sporadically. forcing yourself to stick to a strict schedule is the direct result of late stage capitalism ! post daily or weekly or monthly or yearly or once in your life—whatever is best for you, go for it ! (remember: no one is paying you for this).

it’s okay to write short or long chapters or anything in between ! this isn’t a high school essay. there’s no required word count, so write as much or as little as you want.

it’s okay to write for fun. it’s okay to write with no idea where your story is going. it’s okay to write without a plan.

it’s okay to not have a beta reader ! if you like it, post it. your own opinion of your work is enough.

it’s okay to project onto your characters. it’s okay to kin them and relate to them and self-insert. it’s okay to lean on your own experiences to fill in their backstories.

it’s okay to use song lyrics as titles !! coming up with an original title is hard and song lyrics are fun (plus you’ll often find someone who recognizes/likes that song too and mentions it in the comments).

i hope this helps someone ! i hope it encourages you to keep writing bc it makes you happy ! i hope you know that your writing/creativity is worth much more than any amount of kudos, comments, bookmarks, or hits <3

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)

[apocalypticdemon]

I am so beyond ready to quit this job. Wednesday cannot come fast enough.

[nervocat]

man.

[gxtzeizm]

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[mothjinxed]

another vent in the tags ugh i should try and do something nice rn

[ronkeyroo]

Hey folks, coming with another little update since the last post ;; I’ve been released from the hospital a awhile ago, I’m feeling better and my body managed to evade absolute disaster. Stuff was really fucking bad, and with how there’s literally no effective treatment beside awful surgery or unbearable compromise with this garbage illness, I just...Said fuck it. I am going to unapologetically and enthusiastically work against this mess, living my life walking forward, and doing my best to keep myself healthy, happy, and heal my own terms.  Im going to be alright, no matter what. Now lets get back to the artsty shenanigans, my beloveds ;_;)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[loumauve]

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[indigodawns]

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[tortademaracuya]

[sysig]

It’s finally happening

I’m finishing TAZ: Balance tonight