#i was just too tired and wanted to wait to do laundry lmao

[famewolf]

oh the hubris of not immediately washing the blanket I brought to our campsite ...

woke up to BUG BITES. and now spending the day washing and cleaning all our bedding since I threw the blanket on top of our bed last night

[satorusugurugurl]

Ermmm. Speaking from my current experience. How would jjk boys (gojo geto nanami toji and choso) react to after a *session* finding out reader didn’t finish bc they hear her trying to use her toys to get off.

Lmao my bf is mad and went to sleep but I’m like … there could be more done 😆

JJK Men: You Didn’t Finish? Let Me Help You.

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Kamo Choso, FAB!Reader

Warnings: smut, sex toys, language, dirty talk, smutty smut!

Word Count: 7,477

A/N: This literally took a life of its own! Love it! It was super fun!! Thank you Nonnie!! (hope you BF wasn't that mad, but really there could have been lots more fun to be had! But I feel like we've all been there!) 💚

Gojo Satoru:

You loved it when Gojo came home after a long mission. He was usually feral, throwing open the door, all but tackling you as he went to unbutton your pants. When he came home like this, he needed to fuck in the nastiest of ways. Not that you’d complain you were usually as pent up as he was.

This time, well, Gojo was even more pent-up than usual. He caught you in the laundry room, bending you over the dryer. He slid your leggings and panties down before sliding his cock over your pussy, teasing your entrance, rubbing his tip against your clit.

All you needed was a few kisses on your neck his deep voice in your ear, and you were wet and ready for him. He fucked you fast, deep, and hard. It felt so good, his cock slamming into your g-spot, as the vibrations from the running dry stimulated your clit. This was new and exciting. To be wanted this bad, for him to fuck you right where he found you, you loved it!

Your boyfriend loved it just as much as you because his cock throbbed hard inside of you right when you were beginning the climb toward your release. You felt his cum spurting inside of you as he whined, his pace slowing down, slowly fucked his cum inside of you. Satoru groaned slowly, pulling out of you, spreading your cheeks, watching his cum leaking out of your pretty cunt.

“Fuuuck, I needed that.” You were panting, gripping the sides of the dryer, waiting for him to do something, anything to make you cum. “Mmm.” To your utter disappointment, Satoru smacked your ass and started walking out. “I'm going to shower; when I'm done, let's order dinner. I'm beat.”

For a moment, you thought he was fucking with you. That he just wanted you to complain about not cumming, to beg for it. But looking over your shoulder at him, you saw how tired he was. He had pulled his blindfold down, pooling around his neck, allowing you to see the dark circles under his eyes. The exhaustion on his face wasn't from sex. It was from the mission.

How could you bother him to help get you off? You were fully capable of taking care of yourself. You just grinned, pulling your leggings off and tossing them into the washer. “I like the sound of that. Go ahead and wash up; I need to finish this.” And yourself. “Then we’ll order food.” Without any questions, Gojo stripped out of his clothes, tossing it in with yours.

“Sounds like we got ourselves a stay-in date.” Your boyfriend's lips pressed firmly against your cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Toru.”

The second you heard him head into the bathroom, shutting the door, you hurried. He took about a five to ten-minute shower. So that gave you more than enough time to cum. Opening the nightstand drawer, you pulled out your wand vibrator before lying in bed, your eyes darting toward the bathroom door.

Wasting no time, you pressed the wand over your clit, turning it on its highest setting. Your hips jerked forward as a whine passed through your lips. Fuck you were still worked up, pussy clenching, thinking about how Satoru fucked you just minutes before. That was the perfect thought to lose yourself in as your clit was twitching under the pleasant vibrations.

God, if he weren’t so tired, you would have begged him for more. You take you on the dryer, the floor, fuck even the wall. You missed him; god, you missed the soft tufts of his white hair, the smell of fresh sheets and musk. The need to have him bullying his cock inside of you was so strong it had you dipping your hands between your legs. Fingers pushing through your tight entrance, attempting to make you feel as good as Satoru did.

They were nothing compared to Satoru. His fingers reached places you never could. While it wasn’t what you wanted right now, that being your boyfriend's fat cock, it would suffice. You cried out softly as you curled your fingers up, just barely grazing your g-spot.

“Mmnh fuck, oooh fuck.” You could feel yourself climbing towards your orgasm. “T-Toru, yes, yes~.”

Just when you were about to cum, the door to the bathroom flung open. Satoru stood there, leaning against the door frame as you threw your vibrator to the side of the bed. What you failed to do was take your fingers out of your cunt just as fast.

“S-Satoru!”

He took in your form, shaking his head with a sigh. “Most people would wait for the shower to start running before they start masturbating, right after their boyfriend fucked them.” He strode forward, his throbbing dick standing at attention. “But my sweet, not so innocent girl. She starts fucking herself when I’m in the other room.” He walked around the bed, picking up your still buzzing vibrator. “Was one time not enough for you?” Gojo got on the bed, cerulean eyes burning with furious lust.

“I-I well,” words evaded you, “I uhm—“

“Tsk,” he crawled on top of you, pressing the vibrator against your clit. You arched your back off the bed, whimpering. “Such a little slut, trying to make yourself cum right after I fucked you. Well, go on, do it, little slut.”Satoru pressed the vibrator harder against your clit. “Cum again, then maybe I’ll make you cum a third, fourth, maybe even a fifth time. Seeing that you want to cum so bad after I just made you.”

You tried pulling away, but Satoru grabbed your hip with his free hand, holding you in place. “I-I didn’t!”

“Oh, don’t try to lie to me; I caught you red-handed.” The hand you had been fingering yourself with was snatched. “Look at that, still wet and slick with both our cum.” Your boyfriend took your cum slick fingers in his mouth, sucking on them while his eyes burned holes into your skin.

“Y-Your cum.” Satoru stopped sucking, glancing down at your flushed face. “I-I didn’t finish.”

From the expression on his face, your poor boyfriend went through the five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance. His mouth opened and shut like a fish before he pulled the vibrator away.

“You didn’t cum?!” You shook your head. “Why didn’t you say something?!” Being questioned like this, right after he caught you beating off, wasn’t the conversation you wanted to have. Groaning softly, you sat up, avoiding his gaze.

“You’re exhausted, and I didn’t want to bother you with something I can handle alone.”

“You seriously think me getting you off is a bother?” He touched your shoulders, shoving you back against the bed. “Sweetheart, I get off on making you cum.”

“T-Toru, I-I can do it. You should re-A-Ahh!” Satoru’s cock is pushing it’s way forcefully inside your cunt. “Oooh, of fuck!”

His lips slammed against yours as he pushed the vibrator back against your throbbing clit. “Baby~ you feel so good~ fuck, your pussy is so fuckin’ tight. Ah~! Ah~ fuck~ does that feel good baby?” Stars, you saw stars as he pulled out, stopping just before the tip slipped out before he slammed back into you harder.

“Oh, my fuck!!” You cried out as he repeated his pace, fucking you, pressing the vibrator firmly against you. “O-Oh god, feels s-so good when you slide inside!”

Satoru chuckled with a groan. “Oh, I know it does~” His hot breath fanned over your lips, “I felt that tight cunt clamp down each time I thrust.” You dug your nails into his shoulders.

God, the smell of him washes over you as he kisses and sucks on your neck. Teeth grazing the overly sensitive skin as you wrap your leg around him, pushing him deeper inside of your aching pussy. You were losing control over yourself, and Satoru wasn’t doing any better. His cock was already throbbing; his eyes screwed tight as he pushed himself further into the mattress, deeper inside of you.

Hearing you scream, feeling the vibrations while he fucked you, your soaking walls that were eagerly milking him, had him feeling like he was eighteen again. Satoru never got over how good your gummy walls felt. How you pussy didn’t want him to leave, how it tried to pull him back in. Having sex with you was something that constantly changed and grew into something more. Something more profound.

“Gah—! Fuck!” Satoru cried out against your kiss-swollen lips. “You’re so close, you’re twitching.” Your blubbering whines confirmed what he knew. “That’s right, cum for me~ cum all over this fat fucking cock.”

“C-cumming ah~ ah~ Satoru!!” With his hips angled, hitting your sweet spot with every brutal thrust, you clamped down on him. But it was the sweet buzzing of your vibrator in time with his harsh pace that had you gushing.

Satoru watched the stream of clear liquid squirt out of you. Coating the v-line and happy tail of his crotch, soaking the bed underneath you. Who wouldn’t have been cumming with you after that sight? Satoru stilled, hands digging harshly into your hips, holding you still as his cum filled you. He stayed like that for a long moment. Buried deep inside of you before he collapsed, groaning against your collarbone.

You gently scratched his scalp with your nails, breathing heavily as you came down from your high. “Fuck, I needed that so bad, thank you.” You watched as Satoru lazily lifted his head, hazy eyes watching you.

“Mm, anythin’ for you.”

The two of you drifted to sleep like that. Any thoughts revolving around showering or dinner were placed on the back burner. The most important thing was that you were finally together again.

Geto Suguru:

“Ah~ nngh, good~ feels good~” You cried out softly as Suguru lazily fucked you. “K-Keep going~”

The bed gently groaned under Suguru’s sleepy thrusts. His arms were wrapped around you, large hands grabbing your breasts. They massaged the soft flesh, groping them, teasing your nipples as he licked and kissed the side of your neck. Mornings where he woke up after having the nastiest dream sex with you, were his favorite kind of sexy mornings.

The morning when you both were stirring, only focusing on the raw instinctual need to cum. These were the times when he didn’t need to focus on the pace or the dirty words he would whisper in your ear. All the two of you could focus on was the sweet pleasure and warmth of each other's bodies.

Suguru cried out against your skin, his cock throbbing deep inside of you. The things you were doing to him in his dream, sucking his cock, riding his face, letting him fuck you on a towel on a faraway beach, it was so good. Too good. When he first slid inside of you, he was dangerously close to the edge. His sexy dream had nearly become a wet dream before he woke up. So it came as no surprise to him that he just needed to feel you, the real you, to reach that sweet climax.

You listened as he huffed and grunted, his hips moving just a bit faster as you felt the warmth of his cum filling you. His load was thick, seeping out of you, sliding down the length of his cock, pooling at the base. Feeling him fill you up this good at six thirty in the morning was the equivalent of a hot shower or a good workout at the gym. You were ready for round two.

Suguru, however, was ready to drift back to sleep. His breathing went from shallow, uneven gasps to deeper and calmer breaths. This wasn’t happening, right? There was no way your husband just lazily fucked you as a form of foreplay just to fall asleep. Your worst fears became a reality as he snored softly into the crook of your neck.

Your pussy clenched in sorrow as his cock remained buried inside of you. If he were anyone else, you would have woken him up, urging him to finish what he had started. Unfortunately for you, Geto Suguru was a deep sleeper. The only thing that would wake him up was either a blood-curdling scream from you or an earthquake. Meaning you were on your own for now. Horny, sleepy, and desperate to cum, and drifted back to sleep in his strong arms.

Luckily, your vibrator was just an arm's length away, resting in the top drawer of your nightstand. With careful and calculated movements, you freed one arm from Suguru’s koala bear grasp and grabbed your best friend. Your clit sucking toy was your favorite toy Suguru bought for you. He knew how much you loved him going down on you, so he bought you the highest-rated toy that would at least come close to mimicking his talented lips and tongue.

The toy was great; you loved using it when your fiance was at work or on a mission. Nothing would ever be able to replace him. Right now, seeing as your husband was out of commission, this toy would have to suffice.

You slid the toy under your shorts, pressing the small opening around your clit before turning it on to the lowest setting. The pulsating hum was low but perfect enough that it had you whining. You were still incredibly turned on from your lazy sex session. Having been so close to release, you knew this setting (or two or three higher) would be all that you needed to cum, seeing as Suguru’s cock was still buried inside of you, his thick load keeping you wet enough.

Your hips jerked, walls clenching around Suguru as your hand came up, clamping firmly over your mouth with a groan. Your pussy twitched As your toes curled; it felt so good. The flutter sensation beginning to build up in your lower stomach had your blood running hot. What would make this even better was if Suguru was up, fucking you with hard and shallow thrusts. Hitting your g-spot, whispering in your ear, telling you to cum on him.

The temptation to push yourself back against him was strong. His thick, girthy cock, was perfect in every way, shape and form. The tip was pressed right against your sweet spot, making you moan louder into your hand. You didn’t want to wake him up; he always worked hard, taking good care of you—the moments when he. Getting to unwind and relax was precious to both of you.

While you were being courteous regarding the volume of your moans. Your pussy was not as well-behaved as the rest of you. She clamped, twitched, and hugged Suguru’s cock. The warm pulsing twitches had Suguru stirring, his eyes slowly opening as his cock jerked inside of you, as he felt the low buzzing sensation of the toy you were using against yourself.

His hand slowly slid over your conjoined bodies, his larger hand wrapping around yours, pressing the toy harder against your throbbing clit. “A-Ah, Sugu~” He hummed, kissing and sucking on your neck. “I-I’m sorry. I d-didn’t mean to wake you.” In reality, you weren’t as sorry as you claimed to be.

”Mmm,” Suguru exhaled heavily through his nose, “didn't get enough?”

You shook your head, your hips full back into him, pushing his cock further inside of you. “No, baby, I didn’t cum.” Suguru’s eyebrows furrowed together as you humped his cock gently. “Just give me a few minutes, please; I’m almost there.” Your husband groaned, lifting your leg and draping it over his hip. “Sugu, what—nngh, fuck.” Your toy was tossed to the side, Suguru’s fingers replacing it.

”My princess just told me she didn’t cum.” His voice cracked as he rocked gently into you, his fingers rubbing circles around your clit. “What sort of husband would I be if I made her get off alone.” Teeth dug into your neck before his tongue slid over the stinging mark. “Let me give you a hand.”

Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head as Suguru hit your cervix with every thrust. He was so fucking deep; you could feel every thick inch of him spreading you open. His dark eyes peered down, watching his hand working at your clit. He could hear how wet you were, the squelching sounds egging him on.

“Ah~ fuck Sugu~ you know me so well.” you tilt your head back, eyes shutting, losing yourself in the please. “Y-You always hit my g-spot, fuck!”

Your husband cooed, rubbing your clit faster. “Yeah~ you’re going to cum aren’t you~? You keep getting wetter with every thrust, baby.”

“Y-Yeah, fuck yes! Please~ please, Sugu~!”

The rich smell of Suguru’s expensive shampoo wafted over you; his hair fell over your shoulder as he pressed his lips against yours. You reached a hand up, cupping his cheek, moaning as he nipped at your bottom lip, his tongue darting out, tracing over the spot before sliding his tongue into your mouth as he fucked into you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

You didn't even have a chance to warn him that you were cumming. You just cried out into his mouth as he massaged your tongue with his own. As the rolling waves of pleasure rocked through you, Suguru’s pace faltered, becoming messy sloppily as his ball tightened. Spurts of warm cum filled your aching hole, filling you up to the brim.

“Mmm,” Suguru pulled his mouth away from yours, spit connecting your tongues, “does my needy girl feel better~?”

“Mhmm~” you hummed happily, snuggling back against him. “Felt good.”

All your husband did was wrap his arms tighter around you. He pressed a kiss against your chin before he buried his face in the crook of his neck. Out of all the places he’d seen and been, your king-sized bed, with you in his arms, was his favorite place in the world.

Nanami Kento:

Wet was a bit of an understatement. You were soaking wet when Nanami slammed you up against the door of your apartment. You both were buzzed from the bottle of wine you shared at dinner. The sweet liquid had you rubbing Nanami’s thigh, whispering obscene things in his ear, and had led to him pulling your lace panties to the side as he lifted you, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“You've been such a bad girl.” You groaned over, panting in pure lustful desire as you listened to his buckle being undone.

“Hurry up.” You begged, only to receive a smack on the side of your ass. “Eep!”

“You are in no place to be making any demands.” His words were slightly slurred before he rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit. “Teasing my cock, whispering those lewd words in my ear.”

The wine had given you liquid courage; you grabbed a handful of blonde hair, tugging it back. “Then take what you want~” The moment those words left your mouth, Nanami was fucking into you.

His thrusts were sloppy, messy, and full of pure need. The wine had him lost in the raw feeling of your tight cunt, the way your walls hugged his cock. Your pussy was so wet, warm, and tight. Nanami whimpered fucking you harder and slamming you against the door.

“Y-Yes! Oh fuck yes! Keeento~!!”

“Oh fuck love, fuck you’re s-so t-tig-gaaahk!”

The familiar sensation of cum filling you drew you out of the wildly erotic moment. Both you and Nanami were stiff. Your sweet, loving boyfriend's face flushed dark red, his eyebrows pinched in tipsy confusion.

“K-Ken? Did you just?”

“I-I—“ he honestly wasn’t sure, but he confirmed his fears as he pulled out. His cock was coated in white cum, the tip dribbling out more as it sadly softened. “F-Fuck, sweetie, I’m sorry.”

When he looked up expecting to be met with an expression of disappointment, he was instead met with your gentle smile as he put you down. “It’s okay; I was teasing you the whole way home.” While you attempted to comfort him, Nanami still felt a twinge of shame.

“I’m sorry.”

“Ken, you’re fine.” Fine was not the way he would describe the way he felt. But you were persistent. “Do you wanna lay down?”

Your boyfriend nodded, sulking towards your room with his head hanging low. “If laying down means I can forget about this whole ordeal, then yes.” He unbuttoned his shirt before lying on his back, watching you closely. “That’s never happened to me before.” A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth as you removed your jewelry.

”I made the Kento Nanami experience pre-mature ejaculation for the first time. I’m so honored.”

“Please don’t say it like that.”

“Right, sorry, sorry.” Nanami watched as your hips swayed as you approached his side of the bed.

“Seriously, don’t feel too bad about it. I could easily take care of myself if I wanted to. Do you need anything? Like water?” He shook his head, his eyes slowly shutting as he drifted in and out of the waves of his afterglow. “Alright, I’ll be right back.”

Just as Nanami turned to lay on his side, you reached into the sock drawer of your dresser. Hidden, there was your g-spot toy. You glanced back at the sleepy Nanami before sighing as you tip-toed into the living room, cracking the door shut.

You were still worked up, wet, and horny from the combination of wine and teasing touches on the way home. You didn’t mind that Nanami had finished first, but you couldn’t ignore the aching between your legs. You needed to take care of that ache, or you wouldn’t be able to sleep at all.

As you lay on the couch, your mind drifted to Nanami. How his large hands gripped your thigh in the car, how his ankle brushed yours at the restaurant. You whined, imagining his cock slipping inside of you as you pushed the toy into your wet pussy. His cock was so girthy and fat it stuffed you; this toy was nothing compared to him. But it would get the job done.

You twisted the end of the toy, turning the vibrations on; the sweet lazing immediately stimulated your sweet spot, making you arch. Fuck it felt good, especially when you began thrusting it in and out of your tight heat. You were so tight and needy, longing for an orgasm that would tide you over until Nanami was able to fuck the life out of you.

God, you wanted him; you wanted him so bad. The need for his cock to plunge in and out of you. To have him tugging and pulling on your hair, to choke you. The raw desire for him had your moans increasing in volume. Maybe it was the wine or the horny need that had you gasping as if your boyfriend wasn’t in the other room.

Oh, and Nanami heard. How could he not listen to you whimpering and crying out his name? The buzzing from your toy had his cock throbbing back to life. He couldn’t just let you handle this on your own. His legs, while still shaky, moved with a purpose. He flung open the bedroom door and stormed off to the living room, where the sight of you had his pace faltering.

Your legs were spread, the vibrant pink vibrator was moving in and out of you, coated in a milk substance of his cum and your slick. The same sticky substance coated the inside of your supple thighs, making you look even more erotic. Seeing you in such a vulgar scene had Nanami stripping out of his clothes.

“Fuuuck~ fuck yes~ K-Kento~!” Your head was tilted back, eyes shut as you imagined Nanami inside you. His lips and teeth dug into your skin. “Ahh fuck~!”

“You weren’t kidding when you said you could care for yourself.” The deep voice of your boyfriend was the only warning you got before the toy was yanked out of you and clattered to the floor.

Your eyes went wide as the toy was replaced with the fat girthy cock you had been imagining. “Haaah!” A breathless yelp escaped you as you met Nanami’s honey-brown eyes. “K-Kento!” He groaned, his cock slowly slipping in and out of you. “Fuck~!” He smirked, kissing your neck.

“Mhmm lover, your pussy is hugging me. Were you that desperate for my cock?” All you managed to do was cry out as you nodded. “Such a desperate girl~ but that toy is nothing compared to me, right?”

“N-No, it’s not!” You whined, gripping his shoulders as the couch creaked under his thrusts. “N-Nothing c-compared to you, Kento!”

Skin slapped against the skin, Nanami groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “Fuck~ fuck, your pussy feels so good~ it’s so wet, love, so fucking wet~” Nanami kissed and sucked onto your shoulder, biting the skin as hard as he could, drawing out a pleasurable gasp from you. “G-gonna make you cum this time.” His words were mumbled as he bit into another part of your skin. “M-make up for last time.” your toes began to curl as Nanami reached down, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

“Y-You don’t have to make up for last time—“ Nanami’s cock throbbed, rubbing against your g-spot. That, in time, with his thumb on your clit had the coil tightening in your abdomen. “I-I’m close, oh god, I’m close!” Your legs began violently shaking as your pussy tightened, heat rushing through you. “K-Kento! Keeento!!”

You came hard, so incredibly hard a scream ripped through your throat as tears filled your eyes. Nanami’s cock twitched, his hips stilling as your pussy convulsed around him, drawing out a second orgasm from him as you rode the waves of yours. His hips jerked, pussy hi load intense of you, working the both of you down from your highs. It was until beads of sweat ran down his chilled ab’s that he finally came to a stop.

His breath was hot against your shoulder as you ran your fingers through his hair. He slowly pulled away, smiling ever so sweetly at you. “Fuck I needed that.” The sheer relief and exhaustion in your tone had Kento grinning, lifting you, and carrying you to the bedroom.

“Well, I hope you’re ready for more. Because I’m ready for round three.”

Toji Fushiguro:

You were minding your own business scrolling through your phone when your boyfriend came into the room. He said nothing; he only grabbed your pajama pants and yank them off. You giggled in between moans as rubbed your clit before sliding his spit-coated cock inside of you.

“Ah, ~ rough day at w-work?” You gasped out, throwing your head back against the pillows as Toji grunted in response. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby.” The words held all the truth; you did feel bad that he had a rough day. You also loved it, though. Days like these, when he came home all pent up and frustrated, were the days he fucked the breath out of you.

He got to work off pent-up frustration while you got to get fucked into the mattress. It was truly a win-win for the two of you.

”Fuck, fuck yeah,”. Toji sighed, kissing the leg that was draped over your shoulder. “I missed your fucking pussy all day.” His thick, strong fingers dug into your other leg that was wrapped over his hip. “Kept dreaming about filling it up, painting the insides white. Nnngh, you’re such a fucking good little slut for me.”

You hummed drunkenly in response, back arching as you tried to keep up with his fast-paced thrusts. “Mhmm, I’m glad I could be a good dream for you, Toji.” Cock throbbing inside of you, Toji let out a needy growl, bucking his hips faster, cock hitting every sweet spot buried deep inside of your cunt.

“Y-Yeah, you’re the best dream a guy could ever have.” Those sweet words had you reaching your hand down, rubbing your clit as he fucked you deeper, faster. “That’s it, look at my slutty little girlfriend. Making herself cum all over my cock.”

“C-Close, Toji! P-Please!”

“M-Me too~! Me too~!”

Toji sunk his teeth into the side of your leg as his thrusts lost all sense of rhythm as he began cumming inside of you, fucking himself through his orgasm. All while you tried to follow up, rubbing your clit faster, bucking your hips up against him. But as the sensations of hot cum filled you, your stomach was filled with disappointment as your orgasm evaded you. Toji grunted, resting his head against you, his eyes shut tight as he felt your walls twitch.

You reached up, stroking his head, humming as he slowly sat up. He liked fucked out of his mind as he licked at his lips. But behind that fucked out look, you could swear there was desire. A desire for more, to keep going until the two of you couldn’t breathe. A desire that you might just be able to reach that orgasm you had failed to grasp moments before.

Toji leaned down, kissing you deeply, his cock twitching deep inside of you. You were just about to wrap your legs around his hips, to pull him in deeper, to encourage him to keep fucking into you, when his phone rang. He glowered at it, sitting on the nightstand. You turned his head to focus on you instead, your hands trailing up his chest, your thumbs brushing over his nipples. But his damn phone kept ringing. Whoever was calling was desperate to get a hold of him.

Toji snarled, snatching the phone off the nightstand and answering it. “I’m in the middle of something pretty fuckin’ important. What?!” The other voice on the line sounded much like Shiu’s shot back a shout. Toji’s eyes went wide, taking in the words before he smirked. You knew that expression.

“Paid up already? Ha, awesome, cool, yeah, I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“What was that about?” You asked as Toji slipped out of you. “What happened?”

Toji slipped his half-hard cock back into his pants. “Client already has money for a job I just did. Six figures, baby. They want to take me and Shiu to dinner.” Wait? Seriously, he was leaving?!

“B-But!”

“It should be fast. I’ll be back before you know it.” Toji pressed a kiss to your temple. “Then we’ll have round two.”

“But—“ You watched in despair and anger as Toji headed out of the apartment, shutting the door. “I didn’t finish.” You pouted, plopping back down on the bed.

Toji must have been out of it to have not realized that. Plus, he just left! But he was bringing home the big bucks so you couldn’t complain. There was always tonight; maybe he’d let you sit on his face as an apology once you told him. The aching pulse between your legs, however, wanted to be satisfied now. It couldn't wait for god knows how long Toji would be out.

So, without any hesitation, you reached under your bed, pulling out your container of sex toys. You pulled out your vibrating dildo and a bottle of lube before sitting up at the head of the bed. Wasting no time, you lubbed the clean toy before slowly working it into yourself with a harp inhale. It felt good, not as good as Toji, but it would get the job done.

Your pace was fast and hard; you attempted to match Toji’s. But that was humanly impossible. The man fucked like a god, nearly sending you to the afterlife with each orgasm. So you managed to do the best you could, which didn’t feel bad at all. Your pace had your eyes rolling back as you curved the toy, rubbing it against your g-spot before you turned it on.

The vibrations were strong. So strong it sent you to your own personal heaven of pleasure. You propped your legs up, spreading them wide as your thrusts increased in speed, while your free hand gripped the sheets, tugging at them gently. The pleasure was so overwhelming, so stifling, that you never heard the apartment door open. You were a moaning mess, and that’s what Toji heard as he looked around for his phone.

He’d stopped, eyes drifting towards the room as the wet squelching and buzzing sounds flooded the apartment. Following the noise, he peeked into the bedroom, finding you fucking yourself with a dildo. Your pussy was hugging it just like it had done to his dick. And you looked like you were enjoying it, but not as much as you wanted his dick.

Toji entered the room, taking full advantage of you and rolling your eyes back. He hummed, crossing his arms over his chest as he got a heater view of you pathetically trying to fuck yourself, into an orgasm. His poor, sweet girl. It would just be cruel to continue to watch.

Your eyes jolted open as a large hand swatted yours away, gripping the toy that was buried in your cunt, while the other hand pushed your legs

Further apart. “T-Toji!” You yelled out as he began fucking the toy into you with a sadistic smirk.

“Looks like you needed a hand.” His deep voice had you clenching around the toy with a whine of our need. “Me makin’ ya’ cum once wasn’t enough, huh? I was gone for five minutes. Missed me that much.” He jabbed the toy against your spot with ever-calculated thrusts.

“Oooh! Oooh fuck oh my goo-ah ah!” You screamed, your hand gripping the sheets tightened while the other tangled in black strands of hair. “Ah~! Agggh! I -I didn’t cum! I-I couldn’t w-wai-fuck! Wait for tonight!”

Toji’s pace didn’t falter, but his eyes widened for a second. “Well, ya’ should’ve said something, honey. I would have made you cum.” He learned over your leg. “I can’t fuck you, but I’ll at least make you cum for now.” He kept fucking the dildo inside of you as he knelt over you, flicking his tongue over your clit.

“Gahhhk!” You screamed as Toji chuckled over your clit with a hum. “T-Toji! T-Toji!!” You arched your back as your mouth fell open into an ‘O’ shape as your toys curled. “D-Don’t stop! P-please, don’t stop!”

Toji was nowhere close to stopping, not when you were so close. He healed his scarred lip over your throbbing clit, sucking, flicking, and nibbling at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He drew you closer and closer to the edge, and it was him rubbing your g-apt with the vibrating tip that was your undoing. You screamed out loud, bucking your hips into his face as you squirted a clear stream of liquid all over his chin.

You were crying at the intensity of the orgasm as Toji gently worked you down. He glanced over you as his tongue dared over his lips, licking your juices off with a smirk. Your body trembled and shook how you gasped madly for air. It was a sight he loved to see.

“There ya’ go.” He said, pulling the toy out and placing it on the nightstand. “I’ll be home in a little bit.” You grumbled in response, struggling to keep your eyes open as Toji pulled a blanket over your half-naked body. “Get some sleep.” He kissed your forehead, grabbing his phone off the bed. “Because you’re gonna need all the rest you can get for what I have planned for you tonight.”

Choso Kamo:

Two weeks you had been on a mission for two long weeks. Which meant you had been away from your sweet loving boyfriend and his long cock for two weeks. So, of course, the second you got home, you begged for him to fuck you. He eagerly agreed, fucking you on the floor of the entryway. The two of you hadn’t even passed there before you were ripping each other's clothes off.

“A-Ah! C-Choso!” You cried out as he slammed his fist on the wooden floor, fucking you deeper. “Ahh!” His brutal thrusts drew out a scream from you as his other hand palmed your breasts.

“Missed you, god I missed you so much.” He mumbled over your collarbone, sucking and licking your skin. “I missed you so much, babe.”

“C-Cho!”

He gritted his teeth as you clenched down on him. “Oh~ good god, I-I edged myself a-all week waiting for this.”

Hearing him say that had your stomach and pussy fluttering. It had just been a suggestion in passing. You mentioned to Choso that edging yourselves when you were separated would be fun. You, of course, had done it, working yourself to the edge before stopping your movements. You had no idea Choso would be doing the same thing.

It made your heart soar as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. God, what did you do to deserve such a sweet and sexy man in your life?! Your walls fluttered around him, and Choso shut his eyes tight at the overwhelming pleasure.

Something you failed to mention to him was that edging would make him overly sensitive. More so than usual. His nails dug into the wood, scrapping at it as you whined and whimpered into the crook of his neck. Everything was too much to handle, too much to bear. Feeling your skin against his, hearing your cries of pleasure, your scent, all of it was way too much. He had been doomed from the moment you kissed him when you got home.

Choso pulled back just enough that he was able to put into your neck as his cock throbbed, cum spilling inside of you. His sudden bite as his cum filling you had you clenching against him, so hard Choso thought you had come with him. A satisfied groan sounded from your neck as he gently bucked into you, riding out your (his orgasm).

You both lay there on the floor of the entryway, panting heavily. Choso’s teeth left your skin, and he kissed it gently before looking into your eyes. You were smiling, gently reaching out, pushing his bangs out of his face as he slowly pulled out of you. He cleared his throat, and he helped you stand, sighing as the dropping adrenaline had him feeling drowsy.

“I-I didn’t think I’d cum that fast.” He said in a timid tone as you giggled. “B-But you were right. It did feel good, like a hundred orgasms in one.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Choso nodded sleepily as he wrapped his arms around you. “Welcome home, baby.” You could feel his muscles relax as he held you in his arms. He sounded like he was exhausted from the sound of his voice.

“Glad to be back.” You whispered as the two of you headed into the bedroom. Choso collapsed onto the mattress, holding his arms out for you to join him, but you shook your head, holding up your duffle bag. “I need to unpack and shower real quick. I’ll join you in a bit.”

Choso gave you a sleepy nod before shutting his eyes. You returned his smile, heading into the bathroom and closing the door with a heavy sigh. You were still on the edge, not having reached that sweet, blissful release you’d been working yourself up to for the last couple of weeks. There was always tomorrow. Once you both slept well, you held out for two weeks; what would another eight hours do?

As you started the shower and began unpacking your toiletry bag, your thoughts were blank for the most part. Your brain was moving on autopilot mode. Put away your travel-sized bottles, your hair brush, and skincare products. It wasn’t until you reached the bottom of the bag that you snapped out of the trance you had found yourself in. At the bottom was your bullet vibrator, sealed in its velvet travel bag with the toy cleaner.

You pulled out the clean toy, eyeing it in your palm before your eyes darted towards the door. One orgasm wouldn’t hurt, would it? Choso was so tired he might be sleeping. You stared at your reflection before finally carving in. If you were quiet enough, Choso never needed to know that you hadn’t finished, then tomorrow it would be like nothing happened.

You wasted no time sliding the vibrator down between your legs. You turned it on low speed with the little remote. It buzzed to life, bouncing off the walls as you whimpered softly. The vibrations were so good and vital that you knew it wasn’t going to take very long for you to cum. You chewed on your bottom lip, losing yourself in the pleasurable sensations, unaware that Choso was standing just outside the door, staring at it in confusion.

Your sweet boyfriend fully intended to nap while waiting for you to unpack. But the moment he heard the shower start and your lovely, soft humming, he stood up. Why would he stay in bed when he would be showering with you? Feeling your smooth, silky skin under his hands as he lathered you with soap and massaged tension out of your muscles.

Naps could wait; shower sessions were more important than sleep.

So, of course, as he stood in front of the bathroom door naked, listening to the buzzy hum of a sex toy, he was confused. Like why would you be using a toy right after the two of you just made love? And why would you be doing it without him helping you out? He loved making you cum, whether it be from his tongue, finger, dick, or the use of your toys.

Choso didn’t even bother knocking on the door; he just pushed it open, finding you hunched over the counter, hand between your legs, as the silver bullet toy buzzed over your clit. Your eyes went wide, but you didn’t move your hand away from your wet sex. You couldn’t not when you were so close. Choso just walked into the bathroom, stepping to stand behind you, rubbing his throbbing cock over your entrance.

“C-Choso~”

“I can help you, ya’ know.” He said softly before gently pushing inside of you. “All you needed to do was ask.” You whimpered as his thick cck stretched you open, your knees buckling. “I wouldn’t have minded going another round.”

His hand joined yours holding the vibrating toy harder over your clit. “I-I ah! Fuck I know, I’m sorry! Y-You came, and I didn’t; you just looked so tired I didn’t want to ask you to overexert yourself.” Choso’s eyes met yours in the mirror as he began fucking into you with a groan.

“I’m never tired when it comes to you. I’m always willing to keep going until you are fully satisfied.” His cock slid in and out of you faster as his free hand grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it.

”I-I fuck s-so-fuckin’ good Choso!” You gasped out a shaky cry of pleasure. “Feels so good, please baby more.”

“Yeah, I feel you clenching.” His hips were grinding into you, rubbing your g-spot as he helped you rub the buzzing bullet up and down over your clit. “Are you going to cum for me? Going to squirt?”

“Y-Yes Choso! Yes, I’m so close!”

He let go of the toy at your warning. Both his hands gripped your hips, using them as leverage to pound into you at full force. He was hitting every spot you loved while your bullet buzzed. The combination of all these factors had you cumming for the first time in two weeks. You came, squirting all over the tiled floor, making your feet slip as you tried to keep a grip on the sink. Your pussy clenched so hard around Choso that he stilled inside of you, cumming even harder than he had in the entryway.

You were so grateful that Choso was holding you up by your hips. If he hadn’t been, you were positive you would have ended up on the ground, a heaping puddle of useless limbs. Choso, who you had thought was tired before, was the first to move. He kissed down your back, gently massaging your hips as you slowly came back to your senses.

“Mm, come on, babe.” He whispered against your skin, slowly helping you shuffle towards the shower. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Then we can take a nap.” As you stood under the running water with Choso massaging your shoulders, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes as he kissed your temple.

It was good to be home.

[wheeboo]

seventeen acting clingy around their s/o

PAIRING. seventeen (o13) x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship, headcanons WARNINGS. terms of endearment, mentions of kissing WORD COUNT. 1.04k

requested by anon: hi hi i’m a fairly new follower n i jus saw that ur reqs are open !! i hope im not too late ^^; but anyway, how would svt act whenever they feel clingy and needy towards their s/o? hehe ty and i lov u 🫶

notes: hehe i hope this is good!

choi seungcheol

his eyes and pout are literally following whatever direction you walk. waits on the bed with his hoodie on while you are cruising in and out of the room to grab something or put your laundry away. is slowly melting into the bed waiting for you to notice him and when you FINALLY walk back in the room asking to use his charger, he’ll be pulling you into his arms just muttering “stay with me, pleaseeee. I’ve missed you,” in your ears n you just gotta give in because he misses you sm 

yoon jeonghan

always has some type of limb on you. you both can be sitting on the couch together and he keeps glancing at you while you’re watching the tv. trails a hand onto yours or grabs it so he could play with your fingers in his lap. really wants to cuddle but he won’t ever admit that cuz he’s a freakin tease ofc. you look at him grazing his finger against your palm, and then he gets all soft seeing you and opens his arms, just wanting you to hold you and you prob both end up falling asleep on the couch together

joshua hong

backhugs!!! backhugs!!!! anytime i think of joshua i just think of backhugs for some reason lmao. he loves backhugging you in general but gets extra clingy after having not seen you for a while. maybe you’re cooking and he comes up behind and wraps his arms around you, or doing your skincare and he hugs you while admiring your bare face in the mirror, whispering a lil “I’ve missed you, sweetheart~” 

wen junhui

tries to make you smile and laugh by saying these cringey and cute pick-up lines like “can I borrow a cuddle? I promise I’ll give it back” and even makes himself cringe. you just roll your eyes to his nonsense but end up cuddling with him anyway. makes you be the big spoon because he just loves the feeling of your arms around him. you can prob catch the smile forming to his face despite half the pillow covering it

kwon soonyoung

um you’re not escaping him. whenever he feels clingy or needy he’s (gently, well he tries to be) tackling you to the bed or couch because he misses you like the world is ending and never fails to remind you of that. like he’s literally locking all of his limbs around you like a pretzel lmfao i’m sorry. constantly telling you how much he misses you, peppering kisses to whatever sort of skin is available to him. yeah he’s not letting go of you

jeon wonwoo

never the type to appear being clingy (mainly in private tho), usually waiting for you to do the first move instead of him. but maybe he’s particularly touch-starved after a long day and when he joins you in bed and you aren’t asleep yet, you feel his arms practically scoop you up into his embrace, surprising you. you’d ask if everything was okay, and he just mumbles something along the lines of, “yeah, just want to hold you” before nuzzling his face in your neck

lee jihoon

literally laying right next to you on the bed just contemplating his entire life’s worth of decisions if he could just simply ASK to cuddle you. gets red at the thought of it because you both normally don’t cuddle alot. turns on his side to be able to face you, and whenever he gets the courage, he asks quietly, “do you want to cuddle...?” and you peer at him surprised, before replying, “you know you don’t have to ask permission”

xu minghao

is unusually quiet, but this type of quietness along with him staring at you with those tired eyes- yeah, he really wants to cuddle you or just be near you. just wants to wrap his arms around you with his head on top of yours or on your shoulder, kinda falling asleep but also trying to pay attention to whatever book you’re reading or scrolling on your phone. at some point you both fall asleep together

kim mingyu

is already clingy asf around you, like backhugs, neck kisses, picking you up off the ground randomly you name it. is it possible for someone to become more puppy than a puppy? gets all whiny whenever you playfully reject his affection, but best believe you won’t get far from the bed before he’s pulling you back into his arms, not satisfied until he’s basically encased you like a burrito

lee seokmin

oh he brightens up like the damn sun. he’s already clingy but in more smaller gestures like wanting to hold your hand all the time, playing with your hair, cupping your cheeks in his hands and telling you how cute you are. if he’s feeling needy and been waiting to be in your arms the entire day, he would def be the type to might initiate a lil tickle fight for the promise of cuddles later on and who will become the big/little spoon

boo seungkwan

becomes your certified baby literally. taps and pokes at your arms, plays with your ears, grabbing your hands and twiddling with your fingers. he’s doing that all with a pout to his face cuz he thinks it’s a bit ridiculous to straight up ask for cuddles. becomes so giddy whenever you pat the bed/couch for him to come closer, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder

vernon chwe

is also quiet about it. the type to rest his head in your lap upon coming home from a tired day, slowly turning into an unacknowledged cuddling session on the bed where you both are like doing your own thing while also having your arms or legs wrapped around each other. honestly this type of stuff doesn’t really need words from the both of you, it kinda just happens naturally

lee chan

kinda just throws himself onto you. not in an aggressive way, but he spots you on the couch or bed and lets himself fall into your arms like a trust fall except you don’t fully catch him cuz he ends up on top of you with you falling with him. becomes your own personal blanket in a way as he mutters about his day and complains about how much the members bullied him throughout practice into your neck and how much he missed you

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[waitingonher]

ELECTRIC TOUCH — [jason grace dating headcanons]

author's note: i need 2024 to be THE year. 2023 did me soooo dirty. im praying

dating JASON GRACE would be like dating someone from a regency era romance novel…he’s just SUCH a hopeless romantic but he would rather die than admit it.

in the initial first few weeks of dating, jason was sosososooooo shy about pda/physical touch. it’s not that he was uncomfortable, he LOVES physical touch, but he had just gone so long without it that he wasn’t used to it. but eventually, he warms up to it…and now he can’t go without having at least one part of him touching you 😭 

when it came to things like hugs, kisses, handholding, etc. jason would always wait for you to initiate it because he was so anxious about making you uncomfortable ?? fjsldfjs 

but when you communicated that he didn’t need to ask/wait for you all the time, jason started initiating things more. even still, he occasionally gets nervous to even hold your hand? like wdym you’ve been dating for over six months and you still get nervous doing simple couple things 😭 it’s very endearing though 

chivalry is NOT dead,, and it’s because of jason LMAO. he’s the type to swap shoes with you even though you’re wearing heels that are 3x too small for him, but hey, at least your feet don’t hurt anymore!

jason’s also hellbent on carrying things for you, opening doors for you, pulling out/pushing in chairs for you, etc… GOD HE’S SO CUTE. 

since dating him, you don’t think you’ve ever touched a single door or car handle when he’s with you. 

jason is NOT afraid to advocate or stand up for you, especially if you’re more on the quiet & non-confrontational side. if you’re in a group setting and someone interrupts you, he’s making sure you get your chance to say what you wanted to say. and he doesn’t do it in a way that leaves you embarrassed, he’s very very classy with it! 

if you’re a big music person, jason will literally learn your favorite artist’s entire discography so you guys have another thing to talk about. 

you guys also have a shared playlist of “your songs” and he’s so serious about it 😭 if jason hears a song that even remotely reminds him of you, he’s going to the ends of the earth to figure out what it’s called. 

rip to anyone around him if shazam doesn’t work! he’s gonna send voice messages to your big group chat humming the tune, but he’s so tone deaf that no one knows the song…and his search history is just variations of “song that goes du du ooh du ooh du du ooh” a for effort though babes…

jason’s love languages are definitely acts of service and quality time. over the years and throughout the many battles he’s fought, he’s come to realize that all he wants to do when he comes home is just spend time with his loved ones. 

after a busy day, you’ll come home to find your laundry folded, bed sheets washed & freshly made, along with a sweet little note from jason <3 

your guys’ thing are writing notes to each other. considering his and your busy schedule, you’ll write and leave tiny notes around the house for each other to find. it’s one of the many reasons why jason gets up in the morning. 

he loves coming home to you after a long day to simply melt in your arms. there’s just something so soothing about cuddling with you after a busy day. 

it does not matter where you are, you guys could literally be cleaning the camp toilets and he’d still be able to find the fun in it. you’re his home, and he’d follow you wherever you go. 

if you play sports, you already know he’s showing up to ALL your games. it doesn’t matter if it’s pouring rain or if it’s hours away, he’s absolutely determined to show his support. jason even makes posters with your jersey number and when you have big tournaments he’ll show up with posters of your face 😭 the refs are SO tired of jason help

i feel like if he really tried, jason would be a good cook. 

one day you sent him a recipe you saw online saying you wanted to make it with him, but then he decided to make it himself to surprise you. and it was actually so good??? 

JASON IN A “KISS THE COOK” APRON OMFG. that’s what you got him for his birthday and every single time without fail, he’ll wear it when he’s cooking. 

one of his hidden talents is that he’s super good at origami. he originally picked it up because he heard it was a good stress reliever, but now he also does it for you <3 

he loves your reaction when he gives you little paper rings or an origami version of your favorite animal! 

this guy DREAMS of domesticity. he’s always been the type to date to marry, and that’s just what he intends to do with you! even though you guys are still young, he’s been planning your proposal sfjfls

tell me why he already knows what kind of ring he wants to get you… omg. 

he really wants to just settle down with you in new rome. but honestly, he’s willing to do anything as long as you’re at his side. 

expect flowers from jason at least once a month! he even keeps one flower so he knows when it’s time to get you a new bouquet. and if he’s away, he’ll get one of his friends to deliver it! 

i have this headcanon that the aphrodite cabin teams up with the hephaestus cabin to throw a really elaborate party, essentially like prom. anyways, jason would go all out for your promposal jfdsls i feel like he would either do a super funny poster/proposal like y’know that one guy who did that medieval promposal 😭 yeah well jason would do something like that but like...more roman... LMFAO him pulling up to your place in a chariot 

or he would do something super super intricate and planned out…like a fancy picnic and then he’d have the fauns arrange fireflies to spell out “prom?” when it’s dark out. 

ugh! jason grace the man that you are… <3 best bf ever,, i can confirm btw

[hkruu]

“ME & YOU?” — hkr

\\ soft yan streamer bf , mod!user , silly fic for y'all , obsessive , implied stalking in the past , implied doxxing //

Akira likes streaming with you.

You both started with meeting each other through an rpg game, agreeing to become his mod, becoming friends, and then meeting in real life and falling in love. It was a normal cliche love story about two gamers falling for each other in your point of view, what about Akira's point of view?

It remains a secret.

You always wondered how he knew all of your favorite things right off the bat, how he knew your awkward gestures, your hobbies and all of that. Maybe he was just really attentive to the things you did..

Akira wasn't a stalker.

He's sweet, he always takes care of you, putting your wants over his. Both of you communicate when something goes wrong, you balance everything. It was a perfect and a normal relationship.

At least that's what you thought.

hkruu: what r we playing today !!

Not_venti: wsg chattttttt

xX_AMI_Xx: r u playing with ur s/o?

yurisghs: hi akiraaaa [akira_pat]

fatgirlsummer: when's the continuation of Until Then ?? ^^

"Until Then? Uh, I mean, probably next week." Akira's eyes glanced over the chat box, watching as many viewers greeted him with good afternoons and nights. "My significant other?" He raised his right eyebrow curiously, reading aloud one of the questions.

"Honestly, I'm not sure if they'll be able to make it on time.." Akira leaned back on his gaming chair, stretching a little.

killlove_i: nauur why [akira_sob]

Not_venti: skibidi will make it on time trust.

tsukasaaaa: I hope they're well ><

cutiepie101: COOP PKEASE !!!

"I'm probably just gonna farm today, not unless Lisa invites me again." He smiles towards the camera, loading up HSR. "I'm not pulling for uh, rappa? The new character I mean, I forgot their name."

llyyyn: lol same

yurisghs: is she good? Ion look at leaks

Not_venti: I'm pulling:))

lamanbrug_01: goodluck to those pulling!!

sdkwohryuu: I want Sunday [akira_sob]

"I want Sunday too.. physically.." Akira pouts, eventually breaking into a silly smile. The rest of the stream going fine as usual, farming here, doing the new quest, companion quest, pulling for Fei Xaio, you know the rest.

A good hour and a half passes and suddenly there's a;

Ding!

"Hey chat, guess who's home!" Akira suddenly brightened, focusing on the game even more as he patiently waited for the same sentence he always heard every single day. Of course, he'd never get tired of it, never.

"I'm home!" A muffled voice could be heard in the background.

Not_venti: I TOKD U THEYD MAKE IT OJ TIME

xX_AMI_Xx: I js woke up whay happened

yurisghs: caught my lonely ass smiling

yumiwgeo: can't relate @yurisighs

Not_venti: LMAO

"You'll find someone yurisghs!" He snickered, quickly exiting out of HSR and logging onto Genshin instead, the familiar bright screen never failing to blind him.

nnsigma [MOD]: hi chat

Not_venti: hi skibidi

yurisghs: halooo

lynnuoo: wsg

yumiwgeo: [akira_wave]

tsukasaaaa: [akira_wave]

"sup babe, yes I ate, I drank water, I showered, I cooked lunch and I did the laundry." Akira's smirk was evident, quickly doing his commissions in-game. If you're wondering he mains Neuvilette.

nnsigma [MOD]: ok good [akira_pat]

nnsigma [MOD]: let's play dti instead ong

Not_venti: real

Guihimoo: [akira_nod]

"No."

About the said ‘Akira is probably just really attentive’ towards you.. let's expand a little bit on that.

The first time you met each other at a nearby Cafe, you were surprised. The pictures of Akira on discord didn't do justice to what he looks like in real life, this guy was walking around as if he just came out of a red carpet..

Aside from that, his personality was still the same as online. Teasing, snarky, he's still got that attitude, and of course playful — he was the fun type you'd want to be friends with. But, he really was your type.

You couldn't resist glancing towards his neck from time to time, hell — you couldn't even make eye contact without being mentally flustered. "Is something wrong?" He'd ask, but you'd immediately shake your head and go along with what he's saying.

I mean, Akira didn't know your address, why are you asking why he knew the way back to your home? He used to live here.

"W-woah.. we have more in common than I thought!" You beamed while Akira smiled softly, it looks like his hard work did pay off. All that late night searching, perfecting and practicing — it was worth it in the very end because you were finally here.

Akira could see you, touch you, feel you, make you feel things you've never felt — ah, how he wishes he could go back in time just to see your horrified expression when you almost got doxxed by someone anonymous.

Of course, he was the one to comfort you at the time, the way you opened up to him about everything, finally letting him know of your feelings.. It was worth every little thing he had worked hard for.

It didn't matter if he had a small or huge fan base what mattered was you being right beside him, experiencing hardships and hope. Akira could do anything, he could try his best — he's not perfect, he has many flaws he'll admit that.

But..

It was worth it if it was you.

Akira was glad that the world hasn't ended yet. Not that it would happen any time soon but — he'd want to be next to you even if it was a life or death situation.

Extras:

"I'm rating you 1 star for the effort. You suck." Akira tapped on the tablet aggressively, while you squirmed right next to him, trying to desperately get your phone case back on — fumbling quite badly.

"I'm rating you 1 star too!"

"You're just mad I'm a trend setter."

[goodgirlformatt]

M.S. Just a taste

Summary: In which you’re enemies with Matt, but he helps you fall asleep…

Warnings: smut! dnr if you don’t like. one bed trope, oral (fem receiving), subish?!fem reader x domish?!matt, sort of praise?

a/n: tbh i hate this trope LMAO just a random one shot i thought of. i’m not the best at writing so stick with me here..

read part two here

I’m over at the triplets house right now. It’s getting late, and I don’t wanna be irresponsible and drive if I’m this tired. So, I just decided to spend the night.

Chris, Nick, and Matt all already went to their respective rooms. I search around the living room for a blanket, which you’d think would be easy. But there’s none in sight. I don’t wanna go upstairs and walk through the mess of Nick’s room to dig for a blanket, or go downstairs to Chris’s room in risk for a spider to be in the blanket…yes I’m paranoid. So, alas, I’m stuck with going to Matt. Yippee.

I gently knock on his door and hear a faint “come in” before i turn the knob and slowly poke my head in.

“what to you want?” he snaps at me, standing next to his bed in flannel pajama pants. He’s shirtless, with a shirt in hand. But I’m not sure if he had just taken off his shirt, or was about to put it on.

“i just need to borrow a blanket.” I say back to him and shrug my shoulders.

He sighs and rolls his eyes. I walk more into his room, a little awkwardly. He grabs a blanket on the bottom shelf of these bookshelves he has near his bed and tosses it to me.

“thanks.” I say, catching the blanket. I turn to leave his room.

“wait.” He says with an annoyed sigh. “you’ll be too cold, even with a blanket. Plus the couch is really uncomfortable to sleep on. Just…sleep in my bed.”

I raise an eyebrow in surprise and suspicion. Why was he inviting me to sleep in his bed?

“uh…you sure? the couch is fine by me-“ I say back to him, pointing my thumb at the door.

“Don’t make this a bigger deal than it is. Just lay down.” He says with a sigh. He tosses his shirt in the laundry hamper and lays down in his bed. Maybe just cause he’s an ass to me, doesn’t mean he’s not still a gentleman…

I shyly walk over to his bed, setting down the blanket on the end of it. I crawl in on the other side of him. I lay on my side facing away from him, my mind racing on what this could be about.

After a few moments pass, I feel the weight shifting on the bed. Almost like…he’s getting closer to me. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and turn my head slightly to look at the boy.

His eyes are closed, but I can tell he’s not asleep. I move to lay on my back, one hand on my stomach and one on my forehead as I look up at the ceiling.

“what’s wrong, baby? can’t sleep?” He asks in a teasing manner. baby??? I look at him with a confused expression.

“excuse me?” I say back to him.

“I can make you a little tired, help you sleep..” He says back, opening his eyes and smirking at me.

Part of me wanted to deny that I kind of wanted it. That I was curious. That suddenly, I felt a small little ache from between my thighs.

No. No, I can’t think like this. He’s my enemy. I can’t do this.

“C’mon, it’d be fun…I’d get you exhausted real quick, too…” He whispers before leaning over and leaving a few kisses on my neck.

I hum softly in response. I’m so close to just giving in.

“No. You’re disgusting, Matt.” I say back. Why was I pushing him away when all I wanted was for him to do whatever it was he wanted. I turn my back to him again, laying on my side.

I feel his hand slither onto my waist as he keeps kissing my neck.

“Just a taste.”

He whispers into the soft skin on my sensitive neck. I swallow nervously before letting out a sigh of pleasure at feeling his soft lips press and lightly suck on my neck.

With his hand on my waist, he pushes me again to be laying on my back once more. I don’t even try to fight against it, instead I just comply.

He slowly moves to be hovering over me, moving his lips to my collarbone. I feel his hands trail up my sides under my shirt as he starts to peel the tight fabric of my long sleeve shirt off of my body.

I lift my body up to help him with the small act of lifting my shirt off. Once it’s over my head he just takes in the sight of my body. My white bra and my belly ring are now exposed, tempting even just to stare at forever.

He reaches his hands underneath my body and with ease undoes the clasp of my bra before sliding it off of my arms and hear the quiet noise of the fabric hitting the ground.

My nipples are hard from him and the cold air surrounding us. My heart is pounding against my chest. I’m still so confused on the situation, but I also can’t complain. I can’t lie that I’ve always found Matt hot. And not gonna lie, when he was angry at me, it was even hotter. So if anything, I should be thanking the lord that my dream was coming true.

He kisses my collarbone to my right tit before leaving a lick on my nipple. He takes the left one into his hand, gently massaging it as he swirls his tongue around my right nipple.

My breathing increases and I let out a soft sound, my eyes closing as I just try to focus on what’s happening.

He then starts to kiss his way down to my waistband of my sweats. His fingers curl into them, grabbing them at my hipbones before sliding them off with my panties.

“Look at you. being such a good girl, letting me do what I want…” he whispers to me as the sweatpants agonizingly slowly get pulled to my ankles before joining my shirt and bra on the floor.

The wetness in my cunt meets the cold air of the room. I need to squeeze my thighs together to get a little friction but with where he is I can’t.

I keep my eyes closed, my chest rising and falling with my irregular breathing; thanks to him.

I let out a moan when I feel his warm tongue glide along my wet folds.

“shhh…don’t wanna be caught, now do we?” He whispers again. I shake my head, opening my eyes and looking down at him.

He smiles before repeating his previous action, lapping up my wetness.

“mmm….you do taste good…” He whispers against my clit before his tongue starts tight circles around it.

I softly whimper when he does, keeping in mind that we don’t want to be caught. My hand moves down and pushes his hair out of his pretty blue eyes so I can’t look into them. His eyes twinkle and he winks at me as he keeps his movements.

It’s not long before he starts sucking on my clit and humming against it, causing my to use my other hand to cover my mouth and muffle my moans.

One of his hands reaches up, my leg then over his shoulder, and grabs my tit. His other hand holds my waist firmly.

He licks intensely against my clit before his tongue moves down to my entrance and starts to fuck it with his tongue.

I moan into my hand, my back arches slightly. It hasn’t even been that long and I already feel my orgasm approaching.

His hand on my tit holds tighter, his thumb playing with my stiff nipple. My hand tightens in his hair and pulls him closer to my pussy.

He moves back to my clit and whispers against it again: “come all over my face, ok, gorgeous?”

God those words on their own could make me come. He flicks his tongue rapidly against my clit which earns a bigger muffled moan from me, biting my hand and squeezing my eyes shut.

Just like that, I couldn’t take it any longer and did as he said, releasing all over his lips and chin. He smiles up at me and loosens his hands.

With pleasure he licks me clean, making my sensitive pussy even more sensitive and my body twitch lightly. I remove my hands from my mouth and his hair.

“tired now?” he asks me with a devilish smirk as he looks up at me with my mess on his face.

[rosietaeyongswife]

shameless | kim doyoung

AU: angst, fluff, drama, cheating au, readerxtaeyongxdoyoung SYNOPSIS: Marriage was supposed to be your dream. You were in love with Taeyong, until you came to realization that maybe he's not the one. Thankfuly, his best friends was there for you when you needed him the most. WC: 8k TW: cursing, cheating, mentions of sex AU: i do not support any kind of cheating. never. it's a pure fiction. yall i think i've improved my english lol one day i'll fix all my works because lmao yeah enjoy this pls:P

Marriage. How foolish of you to think it's going to be a dream come true. Well, everyone else stated that fact. According to them, marriage is one of the best stages of life. You've reached a certain point in life - perhaps an achievement. Too bad none of them said how much of a burden it can be.

Of course, the first few months were perfect. Dates, flowers, and affection. Isn't this what every woman craves? Kisses, gifts, and affirmations from your loved one. Those things blinded you. Only if you knew back then. Maybe then you would've left. It was your choice to ignore all the red flags. It's been a year, and it's a nightmare.

"Baby, can you do laundry?" You were running late, yet Taeyong does nothing. He could help you, at least. "I have to leave already. I showed you the other day how to do it. Will you do it for me, please?"

Taeyong was playing Call of Duty on the PS4 you've bought for him on his 27th birthday. He was focused on the game.

"Sure. I'll do it."

Without any other word, you left. Sometimes you'd like to smash that PlayStation into pieces. Taeyong does nothing around the house besides playing that damn thing.

It was a late call meeting with your work team. You couldn't focus on the words of your co-workers due to that weird gut feeling. Something deep down felt like something would go wrong. Ignoring this wasn't helping at all.

"Y/N, we want you to manage this project with Chaeyoung. Is that alright with you?" Your boss asked while you were drifting in your thoughts. "We believe your reviews and suggestions would make this successful on the market."

"Of course, I'll handle this."

"Thank you." He looked at the watch. "Okay, it's 9 p.m. We're done for today. I'm sorry we had to hold a meeting. It was a surprise to us too. You can go all home now."

Everyone left in a hurry, and so did you. The weather got worse, and it was raining. You couldn't get cold, so you called your husband. Silence. Again silence. He didn't pick up your calls. All you could do was run and pray that a bus would arrive.

"I called."

"Sorry, baby. I was too busy with the game. Look, I ranked up."

"That's amazing, but it's pouring outside, and I had to walk there by myself." You rolled your eyes at your husband's ignorance. "I'm fuckin tired. I just want to take a shower and go to sleep. Have you done the laundry like I asked you to?"

"Yes. It wasn't that hard." He laughed and turned the PS4 off. "I'm heading to sleep. Waiting for you in the bedroom."

At least he did what you had asked for. Walking in the bathroom was hopeful for you. Little did you know how much anger it would bring you.

"Taeyong! What the fuck have you done?!" Your husband was quick to run back to you. He was looking at you confusedly. "How could you ruin my white shirt for tomorrow? Why would you put red socks together with white laundry?"

"My bad. I'm sorry, honey." He looked at you with his doe eyes. "I didn't notice, sorry once again. I'll give you money to buy a new one."

"Sorry? You're sorry?" You scoffed. "I needed that shirt for work tomorrow. It's past 10p.m, what am I supposed to do? I asked you for one thing, and you managed to fuck it up."

"It's just a shirt, Y/N. You're overreacting. You can buy another one."

"It's not just about the shirt, Taeyong. You don't understand." You went next to him. "I don't have any clothes for work. Fuck."

Taeyong apologized once again and went back to the bed. He didn't really care about the fact that he ruined your shirt and left you alone past 10 pm, looking for clothes for work. He difted away to sleep while you had to hold your anger in yourself and calm down.

Your husband and you both work for the same company. You work in different departments and both of you start work at different hours. Taeyong got up and left an hour before you. As usual, you woke up to dirty dishes on the table and a cup of coffee on the counter. He didn't respect the fact that it was you who was cleaning the whole apartment.

"Look there. I guess you could've described another problem here, and we would put it together." Chaeyoung was taking notes on your words. "Do it, then send me the rest of the thing. I'll try to finish it by Friday."

"Thank you, and of course, I'm doing it."

Mark Lee was sipping on his coffee when he approached you. He was your best friend and best colleague from the company. Both of you go along pretty well.

"Someone's not in the mood today, huh?"

"Mark, please." You stopped on your way. "Don't get on my nerves today. It's not funny at all."

"Sorry, Miss Not in the Mood." He chuckled. "You slept on the wrong side, or what?"

"I slept on the right side."

"Then what happened?"

"Taeyong happened." Mentioning of your husband made your head hurt. "I asked him for one simple thing. Do laundry. That's all! Guess what." Mark was waiting for you to finally tell you the tea. "He ruined my shirt for today. I was tired, hungry, and annoyed, and on top of that, I had to find myself clothes for today."

Mark could only laugh. He was aware of your husband and how clumsy he can be.

"How did he even do it?"

"He put red socks and underwear together with white clothes. The majority of clothes were pijamas, but still. I didn't ask for much. I explained how the washing machine works about ten times!"

"Everyone makes mistakes, but your husband is crossing the line, Y/N. I'd be mad too. Yesterday was a horrible day."

It's almost the end of the month, so everyone is worked up. Every project needs to be finished ASAP, clients are waiting and aren't patient, and on top of that, your boss is scolding you for every little mistake you've made.

"You should be thankful you don't have to deal with it."

Another day went the same way. Today was another hard day, and the only thing you wished to do was fall asleep, but it seems like you won't be able to do that.

"Honey, I missed you."

Taeyong was looking at you with lust in his eyes. Deep down, you knew what he was about.

"Not today, sorry. I had a rough day, I'm exhausted."

"C'mon. I missed you and your body so much." He began to kiss down your neck. "I want you."

Anger was boiling in your veins. It's like you're talking to a wall.

"I told you no, why don't you give up? I'm not in the mood, I had a tiring day, and you expect me to fuck?"

"Fuck, Y/N." He stopped and put his hands into his hair. "We haven't had sex in months, alright? I have my needs, I'm fuckin horny, and I want to fuck my wife. I want us to feel good, yet you're always too busy to do so."

"I fuckin told you I'm tired. You're so, so.." His gaze went upon you. "Pushy. Leave me alone."

"Great."

The last thing you've heard was a door shutting. He left, and God knows when he'll be back. Like a kid. Your husband behaves like a spoiled child. Nothing ever satisfies him, and he wants things his way. Nothing in between.

Once you've been reading about all those unhappy couples who have sex once in a while, don't talk too much, or don't even know too much about each other. They're just together because they get used to each other and are way too comfortable to let go and leave. Little did you know you were going to face the same fate.

"Fuckin hell." You rolled your eyes. Taeyong wasn't picking up your calls when it was an important matter. "Boss, can I go into the marketing department to meet my husband? It's urgent."

He didn't even look up, but he nodded. Men.

The marketing floor was only three floors higher. Of course, you've known the majority of people working there thanks to Lee Taeyong. A few employees passed and greeted you.

Johnny was sitting by his desk, probably busy with his tasks that needed to be done by today.

"Hi, Johnny." He sent you a smile. "Do you know where Taeyong is?"

"Oh, hello, Y/N. Shit. I think he might leave for a lunch break with Jaehyun and Yuta."

"He did."

The voice was familiar to you. Turning your head, you saw no one else but Kim Doyoung. Your husband's co-worker and best friend.

"Fuck. Thank you, guys."

"Something did happen?"

"I wanted to ask him to drive me to Kun's bakery. It's Jaehyun's birthday in two days, but they need me there today. I guess they couldn't find a sample?" Doyoung was looking at you with his soft eyes, while you were stressed. "Nevermind. I'll go."

"Wait." Doyoung grabbed his coat. "I'll drive you. It's no problem for me. I'm on the break anyway."

Your whole body relaxed at his words. Somehow you felt different, because Taeyong usually rejects your requests, but Doyoung? He agreed right away.

As both you and Doyoung were on your way to Kun's bakery, Taeyong called you a few times. Asshole.

"Thank you, really. You have no clue how much this matters to me. You saved my day, Doyoung."

"No worries, I mean, I'm just driving you to the bakery. It's not hard, or something."

"I fear some people wouldn't agree." Doyoung glanced at you for a second. "Nevermind. Thank you, again. I bet Taeyong doesn't even remember we booked a cake at Kun's."

Both of you laughed at your remark. Doyoung was aware of how clumsy and nonresponsible his best friend can be.

"It wouldn't be Taeyong if he didn't forget about such a thing. But hey, look at you. You're about to solve a problem with Kun and come back to work, and you didn't need Taeyong's help."

"Wow, I'm so independent now. Not like you drove me there, at all."

Kim Doyoung was a year younger than Taeyong. Both of them have known each other since high school. Then they applied to the same business school where you met Taeyong. Both of them graduated and found a job at Lee Sooman's company. Like you did. Doyoung was different than Taeyong. He was clean, tidy, and he could cook. Everyone could depend on him when needed. He never let any of your friends down. Never. If you needed help, you should've called Doyoung. He was stylish and looked like an old-money guy. None of your friends, nor you, have seen him date. He probably had a few girlfriends, but they weren't serious, as you guessed.

"Well, I can pay you for-"

"Y/N, please." He stopped you mid-sentence. "Don't pay me at all. I had a great time picking a cake with you."

"Me too, Doyoung. Again, you're wonderful."

Taeyong was looking at you through the window of his office. He was calling you for an hour, and he had no response from you. He was a bit worried, but as he saw you with Doyoung.. He was relaxed.

Mark was smiling from ear to ear. He saw you coming into the building with Doyoung from the marketing department.

"What were you doing with Kim Doyoung?" He was moving his eyebrows in a funny way. "He's cool, right?"

"I had an emergency at Kun's bakery, yet my lovely husband wasn't picking up my calls." Mark scoffed. "He gave me a ride, and yes, he's a cool guy."

"Jaehyun's birthday, right?" You nodded. "I bought him a watch, and what about you and Taeyong?"

"I don't know. I was supposed to buy a cake, Taeyong is going to buy a gift. Please, I wish he had already done that."

Jaehyun's birthday is always a party at his house. He invites a whole friend group on the weekend, and makes a dinner. Everyone is drinking and having fun together. It was supposed to be an amazing day, but only if your husband didn't ruin it the day before.

"What do you mean you forgot?" Taeyong was stressed too. He knew he was meant to do something, but he had no idea what exactly. "Taeyong, you promised me you're going to buy him a gift!"

"Fuck, I forgot! Couldn't you do it? I'm busy with work, so it wouldn't hurt, Y/N."

"Are you kidding me?" You put on your coat. "I'm also working, I'm cleaning and cooking, I ordered the cake for Jaehyun's birthday, and both of us agreed that you're going to buy a gift!"

Every favor you're asking Taeyong for, ends in the same way every, fuckin, time. You can never depend on him.

"I help you too! Don't make me look like I'm some kind of lazy jerk. I simply forgot, things happen, okay."

"And what are we going to do? Are we going to show up with a cake for his 27th birthday and say sorry, but Taeyong fucked up once again?" The sarcasm in your tone was noticeable, and your husband wasn't a fan of it. "Do you even know what he likes?" Taeyong couldn't answer as he had no thoughts. "I knew it. God."

"Where are you going? It's past 8pm, and it's freezing outside?"

"None of your business. Clean after dinner. That's the last thing I'm asking you to do."

Cold February nights like this make you wonder about your life. Lately, both you and Taeyong have been fighting. You couldn't even remember when the last time both of you exchanged "I love yous". Are your friend's marriages the same? Do they fight a lot? Do they fight every day? Do they overcome it? To you, it seems like an endless circle.

Luck was with you tonight, because the old vinyl shop was open until 9. You made it on time to buy a jazz vinyl record for Jaehyun. He was a huge fan, everyone knew it, except Taeyong.

"That's a hundred dollas, mam."

The last shop you're going to visit is one owned by Haechan's uncle, who sells prestigious wines from all around the world. It was just a few blocks away.

As you were looking for a wine thatJaehyun hasn't tried yet, you've noticed familiar sillhouete.

"Doyoung?"

"Y/N?" He turned back with a gummy smile. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Emergency. Again."

"Mark mentioned that Taeyong was supposed to buy a gift, right?" He was visibly confused. "Then why are you here?"

"Key word 'supposed'."

For the first time ever, Doyoung felt bad for you. He always thought that you're a couple goals. Back in the day, you couldn't shut up about Taeyong. Either of you, were talking about each other, still in love. Taeyong never complained, nor did you. To be honest, every single one of your friends thinks you and Taeyong live your dream lives. Only Mark knew it was total opposite.

"I mean, maybe he was tired? Everyone works hard these days, people tend to forget things at times."

"Doyoung, please." You laughed sacristically. "I agree, but Taeyong always forgets about something. Doesn't matter if he's tired, or not."

For the time being, Doyoung had no explanation, nor could he defend his friend.

After a few minutes, Doyoung helped you pick a wine and took you home. It was another time he saved you. He was kind enough to drive you home.

"See you tomorrow, Y/N."

"See you too." As you were about to go into the building, you turned around. "Again, thank you."

Taeyong was asleep in the living room with a TV on. Typical of him. You looked over, and once again, Lee Taeyong disappointed you. The dishes were in the sink, not washed. You put the gifts down and did the dishes yourself.

Morning was a tense one. Neither of you speaks to yourself. The only thing you said was that you're going to pick up the cake by 5 pm. It was Saturday, and both you and your husband had a free day. Taeyong was probably waiting for you to make a lunch or something, but it wasn't your plan. You made yourself some waffles and ate them by yourself.

"Where's some for me?"

"Don't you have hands? Do it yourself."

He was looking at you in disbelief. Taeyong was used to you cooking and serving him food.

"Why are you bitching? I've already apologized. What else am I supposed to do?"

"I'm not bitching. I just made lunch for myself." He was getting annoyed with you. "It seems like I'm some kind of housewife to you. I'm not. Learn to do things yourself."

By 5pm, both of you were getting ready. It's been a long time since both of you went together somewhere. Taeyong stopped asking you on dates long time ago. Of course, you missed those silly dates. Your husband doesn't put effort in.

Taeyong was waiting for you in the car, while you put everything into a bag. One last look into the mirror, and you were looking pretty. In your eyes, everything seems fine.

"What are you wearing?" Taeyong almost burst laughing. "Honey, go change yourself, I don't think you look the best in such a dress."

For a moment, you felt stupid. Your own husband laughed at your look, even though you thought you looked great. A knee high, black dress and boots with a coat. Everyone was wearing that. It was a cute look.

"What do you even mean?"

"It's not made for you, I guess? I don't know, I just want to help you to not get emberrased."

"Oh, fuck you, Taeyong."

There was no time for changing, besides, you felt cute. A month ago, you would've run into the apartment to change but not today. You tried to ingore peaks Taeyong took. He hurt you. You thought you could ignore it, but as soon as you arrived, your self esteem was six fit under.

"Hey guys! Wow, Y/N, you look stuning!" Jaehyun welcomed you with a kiss on the cheek. "Suit yourselfs."

Jaehyun complimented you, but inside of your head there were Taeyong's words.

In the living room, everyone was waiting until Haechan would arrive with his fiance, Jimin. Johnny was sipping on a coffee with Sooyoung. Taeil was taking photos with his wife, Joohyun. Yuta, Jungwoo and Jaehyun were making food. Mark was laughing with his girlfriend, Soyeon. Doyoung was looking at you and Taeyong, when both of you arrived. Doyoung couldn't stop himself from looking at you. This dress complimented your body and your bueaty the best.

"Everyone let's drink. It's our Jaehyun's birthday." Johnny stood up with a glass of champagne in his left hand. "I can't believe you're already 27. We're all happy to be here and celebrate with you, dude."

The party was going great, everyone had fun, and none of the guests seem to be annoyed, or not having fun. Taeyong found himself sitting with Yuta playing games and drinking beer.

"Men are like children." Joohyun sat down next to you on the coach. "I can't believe they're almost in their 30s."

"Don't tell me that. Look at them, they're playing on the PlayStation as if they were teenage boys."

"At least we can have some time to ourselfes."

Joohyun was right. She was with Taeil since freshman year of the college. She was three years older than Moon Taeil and she was one of your closest female friends. Everyone looks up to her, since she was the oldest one in the friend group.

"Can I ask you something?" Joohyun looked at you waiting for your question. "Do you fight with Taeil often?"

"Hell yes! We fought in the morning because he didn't clean the bathroom like I asked him to."

"Did he do it after you had scolded him?"

"Of course. What kind of question is that?" She laughed at you, but you were dead serious. "Wait. Doesn't Taeyong do the same? You know, if you scold a man, then he's kind of irritated, but do it anyway out of respect for you."

"He doesn't. You see, I asked him to do something. I show him how to do things properly, so he won't have to need my help. I explain it like I'm speaking to a child. I do it about ten times per chore." You giggled at yourself. "Guess what. He doesn't do it. No matter how much I ask for, he either forgets, or doesn't do it at all."

Joohyun, for the first time ever since she has met you, felt bad for you. For the first time ever, Taeyong doubted her.

"I have no idea what to say, Y/N. It's not supposed to be like that. You're a duo after all."

"I don't think we're a duo, Joohyun."

For the rest of the night, Taeyong didn't give you attention, which you were thankful for. He got on your nerves enough. He was hanging out with his homeboys, enjoying himself, not worrying about you. In his mind, both of you have a perfect life. You are happy together, and you're madly in love. Maybe love is starting to be a too strong word for your feelings towards that man.

"Are you fine, Y/N?"

Doyoung smiled at you when you were sipping on a lemonade made by Johnny and Mark.

"I'm just tired after work and all this shit. And you? Are you fine?"

"It could be worse." He chuckled. "I see Taeyong isn't with you."

"Thank God. He's busy playing games."

"Still. I haven't seen you talking yet."

"We had a small fight before."

A reminder of that situation from before made you self conscious again. Your husband's words aren't supposed to make you feel the way they do.

"Was it serious or?"

"Not really. It was about my outfit, so nothing extreme."

"What do you mean by your outfit? You look stunning, I swear to God."

"Doyoung, can you be honest with him? We've known each other for almost ten years. We're friends." The man was busy thinking about what might come next out of your mouth. "Do I look bad? Be honest. Do I look worse than before? I don't know, am I not taking care of myself?"

It was a question directed at Doyoung because he was a person from a friend group that you've known for the longest. Actually, it was Doyoung who introduced you and Taeyong to each other. He knew him from high school, and he met you during the same classes at the business school. Kim Doyoung was a lovely nerd. Interested in Star Wars, books, and business. He used to collect plushies, he even gave you some of them. You always have wondered how Doyoung's world crushed with Taeyong's. Lee Taeyong was a popular jerk, interested in tattoos, rock, and trouble. For quite some time, you had a small crush on Doyoung. But then, you met Taeyong, and you fell head over heels over him.

"I don't see the point of this question. Isn't it obvious? Many guys from the department have a crush on you. I saw multiple strangers turn their necks when you passed by. You've always been pretty, Y/N."

"Now I feel better. Thank you, Doyie."

He was looking at you, once again, with his soft eyes. Sometimes, he wonders why you work him up so much.

"No problem. Remember, you're that girl. Don't let anyone say otherwise."

As you were about to respond, Taeyong showed up. He was drunk, and he could barely stand on his legs.

"Did you just call my wife pretty?"

"I did. We're friends, though. It's not that deep, Taeyong."

"I don't know, maybe you want to do something with her?" He was approaching you and Doyoung. Embarrassment fed your whole body as he got closer. "I don't like the way you talk to her."

"What's your fuckin problem, dude? I complimented her, since no one else bothers to do so. Like her husband, for example. Get it together, man."

You wish you could be gone for a second. Taeyong was drunk, and he had no clue what was going on.

"Shut the fuck up, Doyoung. You don't know shit."

"Calm down. You're wasted as fuck."

Everything that came after is now the past. The next thing you knew was Taeyong punching Doyoung straight into his nose. Blood was dripping on his shirt, and guys tried to grab him. You were shocked, and all you could do was scream at your husband. He was never that aggressive towards someone.

Jaehyun and Yuta were holding Taeyong, while Johnny and Haechan held Doyoung. Both males were calling each other names, while you wanted to disappear. Everyone was stunned. They had no idea such a storm was coming tonight. Best friends fighting over nothing.

"I'm leaving."

You got up, took your purse and coat, and left. Sooyoung called after you, but you were done for tonight. There was nothing you could do with your stupid husband. Leaving seemed like a good option.

"Get in." After a five-minute walk, a black Mercedes parked by your side. It wasn't your husband, though. "I won't let you go alone on a cold, dark night. Get in."

"You don't have to, Doyoung. I really -"

"I won't repeat myself."

Even after such a fucked up night, Doyoung had to be the one to take you home, not your husband. Does he even love you?

A week passed by, and nothing has changed. Both you and Taeyong would only see each other in the morning. Not even a simple "Hi" was exchanged. He was too embarrassed after what happened at Jaehyun's birthday.

"Y/N, we would love to move you a bit higher." Lee Sooman, your boss spoke to you. "We found your results to be the best out of the whole company. I want to promote you to a higher position and move you to the International Marketing department. Are you in?"

It was the day that would change your life the most. Working schedule was tighter, and you had to spend more hours weekly in the company. Chaeyoung was moved into the marketing department, so she was working with Taeyong. Everyone in the new floor was a stranger to you. These days, it's hard to find friends. Especially from work. Mark would always pass by your floor to say hello, though.

"Can I talk to Y/N?" Yuta's voice echoed through the office of the international marketing floor. "It's urgent and we need her. I'm from the Japanese unit."

Na Jaemin, your new co-worker, asked you to come. With a smile on, you saw Yuta waiting for you.

"What do you need, Yuta?"

"Are you the one who is in charge of France and Italy's orders?" You nodded at his words. "Well, I think that someone messed up and their orders came to Japan, and Japan's order came to France. Can you check it out with me?"

Both of you came to your desk and typed out the information about the order. Someone from the delivery unit must have mistaken the orders, that would have cost millions of dollars.

"I think you should call the international shipping floor, there's Seulgi. She may know what to do before the boss finds out."

When you were on your way back, Chaeyoung stopped you. She was smiling a bit.

"Can you help us, Y/N?"

It turns out that marketing and international marketing are supposed to make an ad together. You were picked as a person from the international floor, and Doyoung was picked from marketing.

"I'm glad I'm working with you, Doyoung."

"Me too. I would cry, if I had to work with Jeno or Xiaojun. They're a bit weird."

"I don't blame you." You laughed when you opened your laptop. "I think we should start today, and it would take about a week for us to finish. What's the theme of the ad?"

Doyoung took a look at his papers and then answered you.

"Youth. Progression. Victory."

"How the fuck are we supposed to do it?" In your head, you saw how much of a struggle this ad would be. "Any ideas?"

The time went by so fast, none of you noticed it was past 8 pm. Both of you got to work to make the best project you could ever do. Doyoung was a smart guy, and he knew exactly what to put in an ad to make it interesting.

While both of you were working, Taeyong didn't call you at all. You were supposed to be at home at 6, yet he didn't even care. He's probably still mad at you because of the fight.

"I'll drop you at home." Doyoung put his coat on, and looked at you to check if you're ready. "C'mon, Y/N."

"I feel bad. You're doing too much for me, Doyoung." It was truth, Doyoung didn't mind but to you it was wrong. Taeyong is supposed to help you, not his best friend. "Let me call Taeyong, he would pick me up."

"Waiting for his response, then."

It's ben almost 30 seconds and he didn't pick up. Another call. And another. Nothing. He wasn't going to pick up your calls tonight.

"I'm sorry. It's going to be the last time you're dropping me at home. For real."

Doyoung didn't answer but rather smiled at you. It was cute how much you didn't want to depend on him, but you did anyway.

Both of you were in a car talking about the details of the project when suddenly your stomach made a noise.

"Have you eaten anything today?"

"Lunch. Sandwiches."

"Y/N, it was at 1. It's 8. Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm fine." Another noise came from your stomach. "Okay, maybe a little."

"We're going to eat something. I'm hungry too."

When you were about to protest, Doyoung shushed you a bit. He parked by a restaurant next to the company. Both of you ordered the same thing and enjoyed the meal together inside.

"How much am I supposed to pay you back? I wasn't looking at the price."

"Don't worry, it's on me."

"Doyoung, I can't-"

"I said it's fine." He laughed. "Enjoy your meal and stop being so annoying."

It was the first time since you could've remembered when you were in a restaurant. The last time you were in a restaurant was with Taeyong on your birthday a few months ago. You couldn't explain why, but you felt the warmth you hadn't felt in a long time.

"Doyoung, I really want to thank you for everything you're doing for me." He stopped eating and focused on your words. "I have shitty time with my husband, work is getting on my nerves, and you're too nice to me'' It felt as almost you were crying. "You have no idea how much it does mean to me."

"Y/N, stop. I do it, and I'm not complaining at all. I like to spend time together, and it's not your fault that Taeyong is such an asshole. I wish he was a better husband. You deserve someone who will love you unconditionally."

After that, your evening got better. Doyoung took you on a small car trip around Seoul. He showed you some streets you hadn't seen before. Deep down, he knew you didn't want to come back home as soon as possible. He parked for a minute by the Han River.

"It's an amazing place. I feel like I'm 17 again, me and my friends go on trips here to follow our crushes from school."

"I did the same thing with boys. Me, Yuta, and Taeyong with Jonny would be here every day after classes because of Taeyong." He was laughing at himself. "Because of him and Kang Seulgi, we were here every day for hours. He wanted to look at her and ask her out. It never worked though, because she left for some time, then we were in business school, and he was dating you."

Kang Seulgi? Seulgi from the delivery department? From you company? Taeyong had crush on her? Suddenly you felt lightheaded, your vision became blurry, and tears appeared on you eyes. You had to take a few deep breathes to calm down.

"I've never heard about Taeyong and Seulgi? Why?"

"Fuck. I wasn't supposed to tell you then." It was an accident. Doyoung believed you were aware of Taeyong's first love. "I shouldn't tell you. Sorry, Y/N."

"It's too late, can you tell me more?"

"I shouldn't. I already have said too much."

"Doyoung, please. Taeyong never told me about Seulgi. I had no idea about another girl."

You felt hurt a bit, not because you were jealous. You were hurt because Taeyong was probably lying to you for these years. Was he in love with a girl that got away? That's why he doesn't care. You're not the one Lee Taeyong loves.

"They were seeing each other for months. He always had a thing for her. She rejected him a few times because she was supposed to move to Daegu for some time." Doyoung was looking far ahead, he didn't dare to spare you a look. "Seulgi left, he was depressed for weeks, then I met you. I introduced both of you to each other." Boy, how much does he regret that. "He was focused on you, then Seulgi came back. I guess they tried to talk, but he was dating you already."

"Now it all makes sense to me. Fuckin asshole." You weren't even hurt anymore. It seems like all the feelings for Lee Taeyong are gone. Even hate. "We've been together for the past 8 years. I've focused on him. I was like a maid! He was never there for me when I needed him the most, but I forgave him. I always did. I did this all to find out he was never truly in love with me. Bullshit." A sarcasstic laugh left your mouth while Doyoung was observing you. "Why would you ever introduce him to me? I would've dodged the bullet, Doyie. I wish you didn't."

Doyoung felt guilty, even though he shouldn't. In his eyes, Taeyong was a good man. He was sure his friend was treating you like a princess.

"Sorry, I felt he would be a good party for you. I don't know. But you can't say he doesn't love you. You don't know that."

"I think we both know that."

Awkward silence occurred between you.

"Listen, I do believe you deserve better. Don't mind him, maybe one day he will see what he has lost. Look at you, Y/N. You can't get such an asshole like him to make you feel bad. I love him, he's my best friend, but you're my friend too. I wish you would be happier."

His words were true and meaningful. Doyoung was right. You deserve better than that. In the heat of a moment, you turned your head towards him and kissed him.

"Fuck, sorry. I shouldn't, I don't know what I was thinking-"

He stopped you with a kiss. Much stronger kiss. It was like your mouths knew each other well. As if they were missing pieces together. It's been a long time since you've been kissed.

Best friends don't kiss each other's partners, and a wife doesn't kiss her husband's best friend. That was the truth. It's been a few days, and it was awkward between you and Doyoung. Taeyong apologized to you, and he tried to be a better man for you. Somehow, you felt a bit guilty because you were married, but honestly? You wished to wake up to Doyoung every day instead of Taeyong.

"I made you breakfast."

Taeyong got into the bedroom with a plate of toast and scrambled eggs.

"Thank you."

"That's it?"

"What else am I supposed to say?" You popped your eyebrow. "I've done breakfast for you for the past 8 years, give me a break already. It's the bare minimum, Taeyong."

"I thought you'd be happy."

"I am. Okay?"

It's too late to fix things now. Breakfast in bed won't fix the damage that has already been done to you. Deep down, you wanted to feel guilty, but you just couldn't.

In the company, everyone was busy. It's April. One of the busiest months for the company. You had hopes of passing by Doyoung. Your project got accepted, whichh made your comapany's saels higher. Mark would drop by to talk shit about your co-workers. Johnny bought you a coffee, and Sooyoung called to go shopping with you. Everything should go fine.

About 7 pm, when the company was almost empty, you saw a well known to you figure. He was putting his things together, probably about to leave the building.

"Can we talk? Like adults, please? Ignoring each other won't turn back time, Doyoung."

"It's not the best time for this conversation, the building is about to close down."

"Then let's talk somewhere else. Even at the stupid bench in the park."

He took a second to rethink his life decisions.

"Let's talk at mine."

After 15 minutes, both of you arrived at Doyoung's apartment. It was located in the center of Seoul. It was maybe the fourth time you've ever been there.

"I know it's bad and awkward. I'm married to your best friend, and we kissed each other, making out even." You chuckled because of your nerves. "I shouldn't have kissed you, I guess. Sorry. But please, let's talk. I kinda miss you." He looked at you, a bit shocked. "As friends, of course."

"Well, I really want to say I regret kissing you. Really." He was pacing around the living room. "But it would be a lie. Honestly? I enjoyed it, and I would do it again, and again, and again. I don't give a fuck about Taeyong now."

His statement made you blush. He was confident in himself and sure of what he was saying.

"Fuck, me too. I know how wrong it is, but I can't help myself."

Nothing else needed to be said. Doyoung dropped everything he had held. He was kissing you like a starved man. As if he hadn't been able to see you for ages. It's a forbidden romance, and you're enjoying it.

Next thing you knew was you being in his bedroom. He was slowly kissing you down your neck, while his hands were taking off your clothes. Everything felt magical.

"Can I?" He asked with hungry eyes, his fingers on the hem of your pants. "Please?"

"Please."

It was the best sex you've ever had. Taeyong usually didn't pay you much attention. He wanted to cum and he could care less if you did. Doyoung paid attention to you, and only you. He was focused on making you feel good. He loved your body and moans you left out your mouth.

"You're amazing. I wish it was me who dated you back then." Doyoung was holding you in a spoon. His fingers were circling your shoulder. "I like you."

"I like you too."

Since then, it has become a routine for you. Taeyong wasn't suspicious of anything. He was busy working with Seulgi. He couldn't lie, but he preferred to stay at the company until late hours to finish tasks with her. He thought you were having fun with Joohyun or Sooyoung. You and Taeyong barely talk to each other, but none of you seem to mind. This marriage was meant to fail from the beginning.

"Y/N." Mark touched your shoulder. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure?"

"What were you doing at Doyoung's apartment last night? I was there to drop him off his laptop, but I saw you coming in."

This question made your heart drop. Romance between you and Doyoung was supposed to be a secret until you'd be responsible enough to divorce Taeyong.

"We're friends? And co-workers? I was doing research with him." You giggled. "What are you even thinking of?"

"Fuck, sorry. I shouldn't have asked." He was a bit embarrassed. "You wouldn't do anything harmful to Taeyong. I thought you were doing something weird with Doyoung."

"Mark, please. How could you think about it?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen you talk in weeks. He's always around Seulgi, you're meeting with Doyoung a lot, and both of you leave at different hours." He was a bit confused. "Are you guys fine?"

"Yes, we are fine, Mark. Don't worry too much."

The thought of being almost caught scared you. Your friends wouldn't understand you. They would blame you for cheating on your lovely, hardworking, and amazing husband. Especially, if you're cheating on him with his best friend. You were lonely, and you lost feelings for Taeyong long ago, he himself probably had lost them first, a long time ago.

"I know." Joohyun's word made you stressed. "Taeyong called asking about you. I covered for you every single time. You're cheating on him, right?"

It was supposed to be a chill meeting at your apartment with a coffee and cake. Joohyun loved you as if you were her sister.

"Before we go any further, don't judge me, please." You couldn't look her in the eyes. "I'm ashamed of myself, but I think that's how it was meant to be. You don't understand how it is to be with Taeyong. How is it to be unloved and ignored."

"Y/N, I'm not judging you at all. Me and Johnny support you. At first, Johnny was furious, and he couldn't believe it." She chuckled. "I guess, me too. I wasn't ready. But look at this. After Taeyong? I really admire you, and how you were able to move on with life.

"I know I'm the worst person on earth because of that. I'm ashamed to face him and tell him I want a divorce."

"Well, it's not a surprise. It's a tough topic. Let me ask you another question. Is it Doyoung?"

"How do you know?"

"It's obvious. Every time we've been gathering together, he could never take his eyes off of you."

After that, Joohyun and Johnny promised you to keep a secret. They didn't support cheating, but they couldn't blame you. Everyone thought you were living a great life with Taeyong, only to turn out it was the total opposite.

"I'll divorce him."

Doyoung was sitting on the chair on his balcony with you on his lap. He was finishing his glass of wine. As soon as he heard that, his eyes met yours.

"Are you sure? I don't want to force you into anything." He said, slowly carrasing your back. "I fear that Taeyong won't forgive us. I may lose my best friend."

"At first, I thought the exact same thing." You kissed his cheek. "But now, I completely hate this guy. I lost my femininity, myself, and energy because of him. I can't look at him, because all I see is how much he hurt me and me cheating on him."

"I'm here. I'm going to support you no matter what."

Both you and Doyoung told your friends you needed to go on a trip to Jeju. You had the time of your life there. Taeyong was texting you once in a while. Doyoung made your life interesting. He gave you something Taeyong could never.

Dark nigths going on a walks on the beach. Singing songs in a karaoke bar or in your room. Doing stupid teenagers shit. Life with Doyoung was different. You felt loved.

Joohyun invited everyone from the friend group to a BBQ. It was a usual Friday. Mark was in charge of drinks with Jungwoo. Johnny was in charge of the music. Taeyong was busy with his phone, while you and Doyoung cut fruits like Joohyun asked you to.

It should be a peaceful night. Only if Seulgi didn't show up. After she came, the atmosphere tensed. Jaehyun felt uncomfortable, so did Yuta and Taeil. You tried to ignore it, but Seulgi was all on Taeyong. In public. In front of everyone's eyes.

"Why is she here?"

"I don't know. Joohyun probably invited her." Doyoung sipped on his drink. "That's wild."

"It is. That's why I hate him. Look how shameless he is."

After some time, everyone was busy with something. Some were dancing, and some were singing old hits. You were on the coach, looking at your friends having fun.

"How are you, Y/N?" Jaehyun and Jungwoo sat down on both sides of you. "We saw you're sitting like a potato here."

"I'm not drunk enough to go up and dance."

"Then drink more!" Jungwoo handed you another drink. "We're having fun tonight!"

"Exactly. You can't be depressed or something."

They were right. Soon after, you had almost five different drinks, most of them being mixed with vodka. You were dancing with the girls, then with Yuta and Doyoung. You really had a lot of fun. Until Taeyong turned the music off.

"Everyone! Can I take a second of your time?" Everyone was confused. Your heartbeat was faster, and your hands started to sweat. "I'd like to share the wonderful news with you!" He was drunk. Drunk like on Jaehyun's birthday. It means trouble. "I don't know if any of you are aware of me and Y/N. My lovely wife."

You were quick to stand up and grab Taeyong.

"Let's go. Get yourself together you're embarrassing me."

"Let me go." He got out of your hold. "As you know, we've been married for 8 years! That's a long period, right? Well, I think someone might get bored of one another."

"Taeyong, please. Stop it."

Tears came into your eyes quickly. Everyone witnessing the scene was confused. Joohyun was fast to send Johnny to get Taeyong somewhere else.

"Johnny, leave me alone! I'd like to share something with you! Our lovely, sweet, and faithful Y/N is a cheating bitch! That's right!" He was laughing devilishly, while you were on a verge of a breakdown. "Isn't it crazy? We all think about her as of an angel. Look at her. She's not all that."

"I don't think you should do it, man." Jaehyun tried to get Taeyong's attention, but he wasn't listening.

"I should. My wife is fucking my best friend, and I should stay quiet? No way! Tell us, Y/N, how long have you been fuckin Doyoung?"

People left gasps. They all turned their heads towards you. Johnny and Joohyun felt anger. He should never done this to you in a public.

"Let her go, man. I'm not kidding." Doyoung stood up and pushed Taeyong. "Are you crazy? Did you forget about fuckin Seulgi? You're not saint after all."

It felt like a nightmare. Everything was going so fast, and you could only stand there shocked.

"I was faithful to her for the longest time ever! And look how did she pay me back."

"Don't be funny, Taeyong." You managed to say it, while wiping the tears away. "How can you do this to me? After what I've done to you. I never told anyone how much of a burden living with you was! Not even once! I was there with you when I was doing every chore for you! Every little thing you needed! I let you fuck me when I wasn't in the mood, because I cared about you!" You were screaming on top of your lungs. "Y'all can judge me. You can throw names at me, I don't care! I've never been happier. None of you understand what I went through."

Your friends were in shock. They never would guess what was coming. You and Taeyong fighting in the Johnny's backyard with a people around. All the dirty things you've ever done were mentioned.

"Don't act like a victim."

"Am I not? You were using me for everything. I lost my will to live, Taeyong. You're a selfish motherfucker, who had never loved me. You've been in love with Seulgi since the beginning. You lied to me, ruined my life and I wasted all those years."

"I want a divorce."

"Me too. I hate you, Taeyong."

With that, all your group friends were confused. Joohyun, Johnny, and Doyoung gave you support. Taeil and Sooyoung reached out to you too. Mark,Haechan, Yuta and Jungwoo were confused about what to do. Jaehyun had no idea what to think, until Johnny changed his mind. They were uncomfortable with everything that'd been said that day.

Taeyong blocked your number, packed your things, and threw you out of your shared apartment. You had no choice but to move in with Doyoung.

"I love you, Y/N. I think I always did."

"I wish I had married you first." Both of you chuckled on the way to the court. "Imagine what we would have done in these years. I'm grateful we have so much to explore about each other."

Doyoung never let you down, or doubted you, or your trust. He gave you loved, you were craving for. He was a missing puzzle to your life. He helped you understand yourself, and improve yourself.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lee, oficially you've been divorced. Mrs. Y/N, succesfuly, you dropped Lee from your last name. I wish both of you happines on a new life's path."

It would be the end of the chapter titled Taeyong, now you're beinning a new one with your true love.

[hebewebe]

9:27 p.m. {K.Bakugo/Reader}

Warning(s): None, unless pregnancy is a warning but there shouldn’t be any (possible use of “baby”), not proofread lmao

Genre: Fluff

“Hurry your ass up already,” a gruff voice grumbled in annoyance to your right, “I’m almost finished Kats hold on,” you replied to his complaining while rubbing a lip scrub on your lips.

“Yer takin’ too damn long,” he shuffled scooting up higher on the bed and fixing the book's posture that laid in his hands, “Baby I’ll be in there in like five minutes, calm down.” you hear him grumble something along the lines of “make it two I'm tired,” while wiping off the scrub you quickly gloss your lips with a lip oil and make way to the bedroom.

“Took you long enough,” he teases at you, “Mhm, y’know you coulda’ went to bed without me right?” wine-colored eyes bore into you, “Just shut your ass up and cuddle with me,” he said this time except his voice was much softer, almost whisper-like. “Mkay baby,” you shuffled on the bed and into your rightful spot beside him and snuggled yourself under the sheets, “Whatcha readin?” you peered up over his forearm and caught a glimpse of some of the words and you could tell that whatever book his picked up off the shelf was angsty and romance-like.

“J’st some annoying shit, girl wants the guy, the guy wants the girl but the guy is fuckin around on other girls she’s j’st sittin' there waitin’ for him to notice her.” “Oh wow, seems like the guy can’t make up his mind,” you hum in response.

“He can’t make up his mind for nothin’ and it’s fuckin annoying if you want the girl j’st say so.” he grumbles while flipping the page, “Sounds like a certain someone I know,” you hum once more against the bulkiness of his arm. “How was work today?” you peer up at him through fluttering lashes and red blossoms across his cheeks, “Same ol’ same ol’” You look at him disappointingly expecting more details from him, he sighs and places a bookmark in the page he was reading and slides down from the headboard and shuffles beside you.

“Bastards wanted to wait until the dumbass villain got some hostages to call us out, got the hostages to safety, and blasted the dumbass all the way to hell, came back, and had to drown in paperwork, overall another day as I told you.” he breaths in your face.

“How was yours?” he leans in closer, faces only centimeters away from yours. “ Same ol’ Same ol’ ” you mimic and turn the other way, “Details sweetness, details.”

He wraps an arm around you and pulls you snugly against his chest. “Okay well, after you left I heated up the breakfast you made me and then I did some laundry and got rid of any socks that had holes in them or just didn’t have a match, also cleaned out your spare gauntlets; sweat and oil were starting to clump up in them.

Then I cleaned our room, then the nursery, and afterward I cleaned the rest of the house starting from our bathroom and worked our way down, made sure the kitchen and living room were sparkling too.” you proceed to ramble, “What’d I tell you about doing to much work?” Katsuki seemed slightly annoyed at how much work you were putting on your pregnant body.

“Baby I’m not just gonna sit on my ass all day doing nothing while you risk your life,” you frowned at him, “At least take it easy alright? Don’t need ya callin’ me because you can’t get up or some shit.” he grumbled pulling you closer to him and rubbing his hand over the roundness of your belly, “Mmm okay baby I’ll start taking it easy ” you mumble, “You better,” he grumbles into your hair and you giggle in response.

“I have an appointment next Tuesday for an ultrasound, think you can make it?” you’re whispering now, opting to go for the more silent route as you feel your husband's breath become slower and more even, “I’ll see what I can do,” his words make you smile because although they don’t sound promising, you know he wouldn’t miss out on the chance to see how his child's progressing inside of you.

[riddle-me-ri]

A/N: what, no…no I don’t have a problem…again...I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is Instagram’s fault...again. Also I just…am really fond of the wearing significant other’s clothing…especially if said s/o is like…taller and bigger so when the smaller person wears it, it’s cute and wholesome…also I really dig the sweatshirt Miguel wears in the recordings with Gabriella, I like long-sleeved shirts in general but between the cool colors and the collar…I just really like it and want one in my own size lmao and just the overall concept art of him in casual wear makes me wanna give him his domestic life back rip

Trigger Warning: nothing explicit, just some teasing and touching

Word Count: 805

Miguel O'Hara x Reader - Something Borrowed

Miguel was absent all day at the Spider Society Headquarters and instead of moping and groaning about not having him around to mess with, you opted to be productive.

You gathered up all your clothes in the hamper and began taking off the clothes you wore now. Just so you had most of your wardrobe clean and available…until you noticed you have nothing else to change into. 

Oops. 

Your eyes darted between the clothes you discarded and your shared closet. You glance back to the closet and see a familiar blue and gray long-sleeved sweatshirt. The tiny ding of a lightbulb went off in your head. 

Maybe, just maybe, you could still mess with your husband when he got home. 

You snatched the sweatshirt off the hanger with a delighted grin on your face. Once you got the garment over your head, you couldn’t help but laugh. 

The size difference was pretty hysterical. The end of the shirt went past your knees, and your arms and hands didn’t even make it to the cuff of the sleeves. You shrugged, bringing your head in, and giggled. You felt like a turtle shrinking its head back into its shell with how wide and tall the collar was. 

When your face was buried inside the collar, your musings stopped. Your nose caught the homely and hearty scent of Miguel. Your body tingled as you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to feel a sliver of warmth that Miguel’s body naturally radiates. You longed for his arms to be around you instead of your own. 

You took a deep breath and exhaled. You released yourself from your hold and went back to the tasks at hand. 

You hummed around the house. Twirling, dancing, and sliding around freely. Openly enjoying yourself while you finally managed to mark some to-dos off your list. 

You got laundry started, dishes were put away, had a small internal conflict about dusting away the cobwebs that were being inhabited by a couple of spiders (you put them outside after a jerk flight or fight reflex). 

You were so wrapped up in your chores and mini-concert that you didn’t notice someone entering the front door. 

Miguel trudged in, exhausted, but surprised at seeing you sway around the house. Amused at the sight and you being distracted, he crossed his arms and leaned against the front door. Just waiting to see if you would notice him. 

However, after watching you for a moment, he noticed something else too that didn’t click into his tired mind immediately. 

“Is that my shirt?”

Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest along with the shocked shrill you screamed. 

“What the hell?! How long have you been standing there?”

“I think I asked a question first.” 

“Miguel!” 

“All right, all right, like five-ten minutes tops.” 

“Somehow I don’t believe you, and I don’t have spidey senses.”

“Neither do I, mi cariño." 

"Yeah, but you have heightened senses. I don't, so you shouldn't scare me!" You exclaimed as you playfully smacked his chest.

As you got closer, Miguel’s eyes drifted up and down your figure. 

“You are wearing my shirt.” He remarked, answering his question.

You stood back and looked down, you were so busy you almost forgot your little stunt.

“Uh…yeah, uh laundry…I had to do laundry.” You answered plainly like the reason was simple. 

“And you had nothing else?” Miguel murmured as his eyelids lowered.

“Nothing. I figured you wouldn't mind me borrowing it for the night." You shrugged innocently. 

Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The palm of your hands rested on his chest. 

He hummed. "Nope, don't mind at all." 

You smiled up at him, you stood up on the tip of your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. Even with the slight comfort his shirt gave you, nothing compared to actually having him close to you.

You leaned in and your lips met in a soft sweet kiss. Miguel's grip tightened around your frame as his hands roamed your body and squeezed whatever skin he could grip. Which made him aware of something else. 

He gently pulled away from your lips, causing you to look up at him confused. 

"Are…are you wearing…just my shirt?" 

Miguel's grip tightened unconsciously when you bit your bottom lip. 

"Mmmaayybee…" 

Miguel tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrow. 

"Oh, you can't judge me. You put a lot of faith into a hologram suit every day in public." 

Miguel chuckled as he grabbed under your thighs and lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"I'm not saying anything, mi cariño. There's something I would…much rather do instead." 

Which was the last thing he said before rushing you to your shared bedroom; while your laughter echoed through the home. 

[hazelfoureyes]

You asked for it :> Grant me with answers, almighty Hazel, leader of the HDC and saviour of us slutty souls! 24, 37, 56, 78, 100, 113, 133, 142, 148 and 150

I can always count on you to make me feel wanted~ 🥹💖

Give me numbers~

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

My daily Mocha (which is just instant coffee, water, cocoa powder, and chocolate oat milk)

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Whatever fact I recently learned. “Apparently if you’re withdrawing more than 5000usd in China, many banks are making you get police approval. There’s an issue with cash flow that’s really concerning.” “Did you know we have a ghost? I have a video but it’s not very convincing…” “Fun Fact, there is a level of heat where planes can’t fly because the air is too thin for take off. It’s something that’s already happening.”

56. Favourite colour?

The color that makes me happiest to see is green. It reminds me of nature, which reminds me of deep breaths and sunshine and soft breezes.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE CREAM WITH CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM TO BALANCE IT OUT

100. How are you feeling?

Frau, my first author love and first internet wife, I am so fucking tired haha it is 2:36 am, I am waiting for laundry to finish that I have to hang up, and I have to be awake at 7:30am.

113. What was your childhood nickname?

Melmizer--- my first name starts with Mel and the mizer is for Miser (a person who hoards wealth and spends as little money as possible). I had (past tense) a knack for selling anything to anyone. I once sold phonebooks that were actually free to take and made 15$ selling two lmao. Admittedly, I was very cute. Oh, and as a child I worked for the office by picking up trash and doing filing. But that’s illegal so instead I was paid in candy and was allowed to exchange the candy for money! I normally kept the candy cuz I was like 10, and I started a cleaning business with my friends when I was like 9 haha oooh and I made needlepoint plastic canvas necklaces in Elementary and took commissions from other kids for $10 a piece. My father raised me to be very business minded, but I did hoard my little money hehehe

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

142. Favourite month?

....oh geez...November. It's cozy. Right between two big holidays but not too busy. Feels full of hope.

148. What’s your favourite quote?

No matter how high and dry the mountaintop, no matter how modern and secluded the retreat, we sweat and cry what is basically sea water. - The Ghost Map but the quote is by evolutionary biologist Lynn Margulis. While this quote is about how cholera kills through dehyrdation and affected everyone from all walks of life because of this common need for water, I love it because it reminds me that no matter how we live our lives we all are from the oceans. We all have the same beginning, no matter how different we are now. I have part of it tattooed on my arm as a reminder to myself to be kind and patient. It's also a reminder we carry the sea in our bodies still, which I think is a beautiful thing. We never are far from home.

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

[the-cult-of-russo]

Such a Softer Sin (Part 16)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: I couldn’t decide whether to post this one yet or not, but I really can’t help myself lmao I’m just so eager to share this story with you all. 

I can't wait to hear your responses to this one 😇🫣

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The next day, you made your way to the mess hall for breakfast. You’d had a rough night, the combination of sleeping alone and all the bombshells that had been dropped on you the day before keeping you awake. You rubbed your eyes sleepily as you walked inside, glancing around. You didn't see Billy or his men anywhere but you saw Kos, Irene and Atti sitting at a table as they ate together. As you got your food, you felt like everyone was staring at you. You knew you were being paranoid after everything that happened, as if people would somehow know you’d slept with the King and you were his mate. You yawned tiredly as you made your way over to the table and Kos smiled up at you as you sat down.

“Good morning,” Irene grinned and you gave her a tired smile.

“Good morning,” you replied, rubbing your eyes again before you started to eat.

“Bad night?” Kos asked in concern.

“Something like that,” you said with a rueful smile. You looked over the table to Atti then.

“Where’s Aurora?” you asked. You’d been hoping to be able to spend more time with her after she’d spoken to you but it hadn’t really happened yet.

“She’s getting her stuff ready. We’re going out for the day, visiting her old pack. We’ll be back by tonight though,” he explained, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. You wondered what was going on with him. You remembered his words from the night before and you wondered if he was having some of the same feelings you had when he found his mate. He might have Aurora, but you now having your mate might have left him feeling like he was losing you too, even if he had pulled away.

After breakfast, you felt like you needed to clear your head and you thought some training might be a good way to do it. You left the mess hall, walking across the grounds and you started to notice everyone bowing their heads as they walked by you. You tilted your head in confusion, wondering why this had started up again. They’d done it when you got here out of respect for your rank, but with you being here so long and getting to know most people, they’d stopped and you’d only had to deal with it from the newcomers. But now, people you’d spoken to, people who had gotten to know you and found out you didn't want to be bowed to were now bowing to you and you felt your stomach feel heavy as you slowly walked to the training area. A wolf you’d met a few times named Laura walked past, her arms full with what looked to be laundry. She was one of the workers here who worked with Azalea. 

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” she smiled shyly as she hurried by and your feet stopped, taking root to the floor. Your head whipped around but she was already halfway to the castle as panic started to take its hold. How did she know? You looked around with wide eyes, watching how people were looking at you and you felt your cheeks heat up, annoyance prickling at you. One of the guards passed you by on his way to the gate and bowed his head low to you.

“Your Majesty,” he murmured, such reverence in his voice you almost felt sick as you watched him leave. Your eyes went over to the training area where Billy was talking to one of his warriors as they set up for training and you stalked right over, chest feeling tight. He looked at you as you got closer and he frowned at the furious face you were wearing and the warrior he was with moved away to set up. 

“I thought you wouldn't tell people until I’m ready,” you bit out accusingly and confusion washed over his face.

“I haven’t,” he frowned.

“Well given the fact people are referring to me as Your Majesty, someone has,” you glowered. His frown deepened, eyes looking around before settling back on you.

“I have no idea who said somethin’ but I know it’s not my guys. They’ve known this whole time and they wouldn't do that to me,” he insisted and you pursed your lips as you took a shaky breath. Had someone overheard something? It wouldn't be impossible, Azalea had overheard things and put the pieces together but you knew she wouldn't have told, you knew she wasn't like that. 

“We’re ready, sir,” a warrior said as he came over, he looked to you then but his eyes didn't meet yours as he bowed his head.

“Apologies for interrupting, My Queen,” he murmured and you stood there floored, turning your wide and panicked eyes to Billy who looked bewildered. 

“Where did you hear that?” Billy asked, an edge to his tone that had the warrior look a little nervous. You knew his relationship with his people here, especially his warriors, wasn't too formal. His warriors more often than not called him sir instead of his title as he’d built up a friendship with most of them. You felt you had too somewhat and now they were throwing words around like Majesty and Queen. 

“Atticus told us, sir,” the warrior muttered and you recoiled like you’d been smacked in the face. Seeing your reaction, the warrior bowed once more before making himself scarce.

Betrayal set deep in your bones and your jaw clenched, eyes on fire as you looked over and saw the man himself walking to the gate with a bag slung over his shoulder, Aurora by his side. You growled, storming over and as you got closer he looked surprised by the look on your face. 

“Why the hell did you go around telling everybody?” you asked harshly. His surprise melted into a frown as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you weren't telling people,” he muttered.

“So you thought that gave you a right to be the one to break the news?” you asked incredulously and then his face turned indifferent as he shrugged.

“People were going to find out anyway so I don’t see what the big deal is,” he huffed and you had to resist the urge to smack him.

“We need to go,” Aurora murmured to him quietly, shooting you a sheepish smile. Atticus barely spared you a glance before he walked away and left you standing there reeling. The old Atti would never do such a thing to you and you couldn't believe how much he’d changed and not for the better. 

“You okay?” Billy asked as he came over, hovering beside you.

“I just… I don't get why he did it,” you frowned, eyes glued to the gate he’d left out of.

“I don’t either,” Billy muttered. You took a deep inhale, trying to calm yourself. There wasn’t anything you could do about it now, it was done and now you’d have to deal with it. You turned to look up at Billy then and he was watching you with concern shining behind his dark eyes. 

“I’ll do the ceremony in a few days,” you said and he looked caught off guard by the random change of subject. Then a relieved smile painted his lips.

“Really?” he asked hopefully and you smiled with a nod. 

“It’s better just to get it done and then you don't have to worry about me,” you shrugged. He looked like a weight had been lifted off him and you wondered how long he’d been worried about this, worried about you maybe dying in the war. He was just looking down at you with that look on his face, the one he’d had so many times before but you didn't understand what it meant. Now you did. He loved you and you still hadn’t gotten used to the fact. It almost felt like he might kiss you, the way his stare lingered as it had so many times before, but then he stepped back and you found yourself disappointed even though he was just giving you the space you’d asked for. You didn't like how stilted things were feeling with the pair of you now when it had been so easy before. You felt guilt build up inside of you, knowing this wasn't how it was supposed to be when you found your mate, this wasn’t what it was supposed to be like for him. Not what he’d longed for.

“I uh… I should go, I got some business to deal with, but I’ll see you at dinner,” he murmured with a tentative smile. You nodded and he looked at you for a moment before he leaned in and placed a lingering kiss to your cheek and you felt a million and one butterflies erupt in your stomach at the affectionate gesture. You wondered if he felt a little bolder given you’d done the same the night before, if he felt that maybe this was okay, safe. He moved away, flashing you a bashful smile before he started making his way to the castle. You watched him going, at war with your head and heart. You knew you could do this, you did feel something for him and now you knew you didn't need to feel guilty about it. You’d been suppressing your growing feelings for him because you’d thought you both had mates out there somewhere and you hadn't wanted to get hurt or hurt your future mate. But he was your mate. It was strange but a freeing sensation as that sunk in. You didn't need to hold back anymore. Trying to clutch onto the newfound confidence you’d gained before it disappeared into the wind, you quickly walked over to him just before he got to the steps. You grabbed his hand, turning him around and he had a second to look shocked before you leaned up and kissed him. His whole body went rigid for a moment, no doubt surprised by your behavior, but it didn't take long before he was kissing you back. One hand came to your face, the other your back as he pulled you flush with him, his lips moving against yours slowly like he was savoring every inch of you. It made you feel like you were plummeting off a cliff, your hands fisting in his tunic as you melted into him. It was like everything else fell away, nothing else mattered but you and him. When you broke away, you were both a little breathless and he blinked down at you in awe before a delighted chuckle left his lips like he really couldn't quite believe what just happened. You bit your lower lip, giving him a shy smile and your whole face felt hot. 

“I’ll see you later,” you murmured and the smile he had was blinding and left you breathless. He looked happier than you think you’d ever seen him.

“I’ll see you later,” he smiled, his eyes bright and sparkling before he turned to make his way to the castle. You watched him wistfully as he slipped inside and your cheeks were hurting from the stupid smile you couldnt get rid of.

“You’re glowing,” Azalea sang softly and you turned to look at her and her mischievous smile. You grinned, lowering your head for a moment before looking back at her.

“I’m happy,” you supplied simply and her smile widened at that.

“Then I’m happy for you. Everything will work out in the end and you should just allow it to happen, let the feelings blossom,” she said softly and you nodded. You knew she was right and now you didn't need to hold back, it would be much easier. You didn’t think it would be that hard to fall for Billy, even not feeling the bond. 

“It’s kind of special really, you don’t feel the bond yet you still care for him. There's still a connection there even without the bond,” she mused with a soft smile and you smiled too. It was a unique situation. You didn't think you were the only one to ever lose a connection to your wolf, it no doubt happened with some trauma, the same way some people got stuck in their wolf form sometimes. You wondered what it was like for them, did they still feel a pull to their mates or were you different?

You spent the rest of the day hiding out in the pack house after another person referred to you as Your Majesty. You weren't quite ready for all of that yet and you cursed Atticus for doing that to you. You still couldn't understand why. You didn't like the feeling that he’d changed so much. It wasn’t that he was happy and he’d just become different, he just wasn't the same at all and he was doing things to hurt you and acting like he didn't care. You really couldn't understand it. His first conversation with you after he found out about you and Billy had been him worrying you about being Queen and while Atti had always been blunt, you knew he would have been supportive about it and not just left after he’d laid those concerns at your doorstep. The rest of the pack had been wildly supportive of the news though and that made you feel better. You’d been worried what they might think but they seemed super excited. You blew out a sigh before you got up and left the house, ready to go to dinner. You found excitement bubbling inside of you to see Billy again after the kiss you’d shared. Even just thinking about it made the butterflies come back and that dopey smile that probably made you look like a crazy person. You stepped out into the cold crisp air, eyes going right to the moon as it always seemed to. It still wasn’t fixed and Karen wasn’t getting anywhere in finding the witches. You really felt for her. You couldn't wait until you knew where to find them and you’d make everyone there who had a hand in this suffer just for her. She didn't deserve this stress. You’d just made it off the porch when your feet stopped as you got a mindlink.

‘Y/N, I need help,’ you heard Atti in your head and he sounded panicked and this in turn, made you panic.

‘What is it?’ you asked quickly, dread settling in your stomach like a lead weight. 

‘I was on my way home and I got attacked. The vampires have me by the lake,’ he answered and your heart skyrocketed. You didn’t have time to think before you took off running, the guard opening the gate for you with a wary look before you took off again. You had no idea if he’d mindlinked Kos too, no idea who else might be coming to help but you couldn't think, only react as the thought of Atti being held at the vampires mercy drowned you. You were livid, so full of panic and rage that your legs pushed you hard as you ran to the lake. You got there and panted, looking around in confusion when you saw no Atti and no vampires. Dread gripped you once more, hoping to the Goddess that nothing bad had happened to him, that you were too late. 

“Atti?” you called out warily, something in your brain telling you that something was very wrong here. You yelped as you were suddenly tackled, hitting the floor hard and getting a punch to the face. You blinked up to see a vampire flashing his pointy teeth at you and a vicious snarl ripped from your throat. You headbutted him, the pain in your head blinding but it was enough to get him off you as you jumped up. Once again, you didn't have a stake on you, something you started to think was necessary and you only had your dagger which wouldn't be much use to help decapitate a vampire. You snatched up a thick stick from the floor, just as another vampire dove at you and you rammed it through his chest. You hadn't been sure if it would work or not but as he exploded into a pile of ash, you felt a dark grin curling your lips as you turned to the next vampire. You circled each other for a moment and you twirled the stick in your hand, dodging as he went to tackle you. You grabbed his arm, swinging him around right into the pointy stick but he didn’t turn to ash. You knew you must have missed his heart but it seemed to bring him great pain as he wailed and fell to the floor. It would do for now as the last was advancing on you. He came at you and you threw a hard punch, hearing something crack as he groaned. He tried to grab the stick and you fought with him, tussling as he landed a punch that split your lip but the pain spurred you on. Your leg swiped at him, his feet giving out from under him as he fell heavily with a thud and you wasted no time in shoving the stick into his chest and watching as he turned to ash. Your eyes went to the last vampire then, the one you’d tried to stake but failed who was still lying on the floor, blood pouring from his wound as he looked dazed, writhing in pain. You thought he was pathetic that his injury had kept him down so easily but it would work in your favor. The adrenaline was coursing through you, your eyes burning bright as you approached him, straddling him as you glared down at him.

“Where’s Atticus?” you growled, a violent punch landing across his face. It didn't have the desired effect though as he started laughing like a mad man and you hit him again even harder but he only laughed more. 

“Where is he?!” you screamed at him.

“There’s a snake among you, little wolf,” he grinned, flashing you a bloodied smile and you recoiled from him. Your brain flashed back to what the other vampire had shouted to Atti when he was brought in to the cells and you shook your head. You knew it wasn't true.

“How can’t you see it? Your closest friend will be the one to betray you all,” he cackled and you growled, sticking your finger in his wound and twisting it, causing him to yell in agony as he writhed under you.

“Why? Why would he do that?” you asked roughly and you stopped twisting your finger and burying it deeper to allow him to answer you. He laughed, this time a little weaker as he grinned at you in such a way that you felt your blood run cold.

“The first test of loyalty is to kill one’s Alpha and he’ll do it because his mate asked him to. Because she sides with us,” he smiled cruelly. You felt like you’d been physically struck, leaning away from him with wide eyes and he started laughing again. 

“The great Kosmos, leader of the Nomad pack is going to die,” he said gleefully and you screamed in rage, ramming the stick into his chest, this time correctly and he exploded under you and you fell to the floor. 

Your chest was heaving, mind reeling as you felt dread grip your heart in its ice cold grip. It felt like your mind quickly poured over every interaction you’d had with Atticus since he’d found his mate and while you really wished you could say you didn't believe it, something in your gut was telling you it was true. Alarm bells sounded off in your head and you jumped up and took off running back home. Part of you wondered if this was a distraction, to get you out of the castle grounds. Maybe it was to kill you. Your lungs burned, legs aching as you ran faster than you ever had in your life, your heart beating a mile a minute with fear. 

“Open the gate!” you screamed as you ran towards it and the gate opened, you bursting inside like a mad woman. There were people milling about after dinner, all of them turning to you with wide eyes. You were bloody, a frantic look on your face.

“What the hell happened?” Billy asked roughly as he ran over to you, his dark eyes wide and worried yet anger flashed behind them. You didn't answer him as your frantic eyes scanned the people, desperately looking for Kos.

“Kos… I need… I need Kos,” you muttered through your pants and then you saw him. He came out of the mess hall but you knew immediately something wasn't right. He stumbled a little, a hand over his heart and as he looked up and met your eyes, you knew something was wrong and you knew he knew it too. You found yourself frozen in time as you looked at him, his lips blue and you couldn't breathe. But then he cried out, clawing at his chest in pain as he collapsed and you shot over to him as everyone else called out in shock around you.

“No, no, no! Kos! Please!” you begged as your knees hit the floor, your hands coming to his face. Blood was pouring from his mouth, nose and eyes, eyes that were open and vacant and you sobbed as you shook him.

“Someone help him!” you roared, anger, pain and fear lacing your tone. Curtis crouched quickly beside you, checking him over hurriedly but you knew. You knew it was too late, you knew he was gone and the look on Curtis’ face told you as much. You jumped to your feet, the pain making you feel like you might die. Atticus did this. He did this because his mate told him to. An agonizing scream ripped from your lungs that echoed all across the grounds and in an instant, where you were once standing was now a large white wolf with golden eyes that burned like flames. Everyone started panicking, some running and others screaming as you snarled and snapped your jaws.

“Holy shit,” Frank murmured and you turned to see Billy with the widest eyes you’d ever seen staring at you. He held his hands up, slowly advancing on you.

“It's alright, Y/N,” he soothed carefully but your top lip curled as a deep growl rumbled from your chest and he stopped moving, looking up at you worriedly. Nothing made sense, the only thing you could feel was a deep agonizing pain that ripped your soul to shreds and all you could see was red. Movement caught your attention from the other side and when your head whipped around, you saw some of the guards and warriors moving towards you carefully. You snarled dangerously, lunging forward as you snapped your jaws but the guard who had almost been trapped in your jaws jumped back quickly, falling on the floor and the others dragged him out of the way quickly. You felt a sharp stinging sensation in your neck that made you growl and you looked to the other side and Billy stood there, a tranq gun in his hand as he watched you in horror. You bared your teeth to him, a low growl vibrating in your chest as you went to pounce but your legs didn't work, collapsing from under you. Then everything went black. 

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[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

“Tea, and a warm feeling”

Summery: based on the prompt “you make me tea when I’m sick and I get the urge to kiss you. deliriously I ask if I can. You come the the conclusion that we’ll kiss after I stop sneezing.” Friends to lovers fluffy fluff

A/n: oh my god me??? Posting a fic??!! Who knew I could do that lmao. Anyways this is for the lovely anon who requested this. I had a little trouble writing it as y’all could tell from how long this took because I have trouble writing for someone I don’t feel attracted to 😭🤣 because life has been busy and because I can barely write fluff lol. But I tired really hard to! And I hope this is up to your expectations, dear anon. And I hope everyone else to reads it likes it as well :)

warnings/info: Mentions of food, obviously sick reader, kissing, extremely fluffy, as fluffy as I could make it, a very small mention of underwear in a laundry basket (🤣,) reader and seungmin are really good friends, friends to lovers, a couple curse words, mentions of drifting off to sleep (man, if I could do that lol) and I think that’s it! Please let me know if I missed anything!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper”. This is in no way meant to be taken as anything actual or a real representation of anyone.~

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When you had sent Seungmin a plain "S.O.S" text, (which was code for "get over here and bring food") you didn't expect him to come over so quickly. What? Was he waiting down the street or something? He dropped off the food onto your bedside table and unknotted the bag, taking the styrofoam container out and letting that sweet sweet smell of comfort food waft through the air of your room to your nose. He wondered why he was so fast getting over to your place too. It did more than cross his mind about why both of you acted like this with each other.

It wasn't like you two were together. Nonetheless, an electric shock shot up his back at the thought. You and him-- being together. He tried to dismiss the feeling of his hands shaking, his mind spinning, and his heart thumping in an erratic pattern as he handed you a fork for your food. "You're not gonna have any?" You asked nasally, nose so clogged that it sounded like someone had stuffed half a box of tissues in each nostril. He visibly perks up at your words. "There's plenty." You remind him. How come now that hes here he suddenly can't think of anything besides you? 

It was odd, but he still liked having his mind blank and only clouded by you. The thought of you made nice clouds. How could he suddenly forget that he had gotten two servings so both of you can eat your late lunch? "I know, I know." He sung, getting up to get a dish from your kitchen. He comes back to you on your bed, bundled up in blankets, head against the wall, and skin a couple shades darker than usual. 

"You didn't put your fork in again, right? I don't want to get infected." He laughs. But really, the both of you knew that he was only joking. If you needed to, he'd let you have the last piece of food that existed at the expence of him. Just so you could be a little stronger. Even more so, anytime you came over to where he lived you could take his favorite snack and "barrow" his jewelry. You did that sometimes-- take some of his rings or necklaces then giving them back later, asking of course, but it always made him smile when  he saw you wearing them. It made him feel like... like wearever you were you could have something of his that reminds you of him. That you thought of him throughout your day. Overall made him feel just that much closer to you. Not just that you were wearing it, but also because he let you take it in the first place

"No, Seungmin," You wheezed out a laugh, "I'm not trying to poison you." He takes a bite from his own portion. "Yeah, that would be pretty out of the ordenary for you. I didn't do anything deserving of death by good food." He triesm god, he really tries to make you feel better at a time like this. He just wants you to forget about whatever is hurting and how you can't breath through your nose and to feel relaxed. Having that calm feeling and enviornment always helps when youre sick. Whnever you try to speak, even if it is to give a small word of agreement to whatever he talks about, he urges you with more concern than a mother to "Please, not talk if it'll hurt your voice and throat even more." Noting about a speady recovery has anything to do with making your thoat even more sore ans scratchy. He hands you your water when you start to sit up, antisipating your moves like he was inside your head. 

His fingers slid against yours, making him look up at you in surprise. You didn;t seem to mind though, a smug smile on your face like you were the mastermind in all this-- like you had wanted for it to happen anyways. He thought about, not just the very distracting tingling feeling now spread up his hands; the type you'd get when on the edge of a cliff in your feet. Somehow, in all of it, the waters down below him looked safe as ever. BEcause they were... they had you in them. The ocean that was you that seemed to be calling out to him, airy feeling intering his lungs and scent wafting past in nose... it was warm, and safe, and inviting. 

He quickly withdrew his hand when the glass he had filled up when he got here was gripped in your hand. That was another thing: he never failed to make double sure that you had it. Whatever it was didn’t really matter. But what was important was how before ever letting go he would make sure you could handle it. Whether that be a glass of water when you're sick or something bigger. But he always, and I mean always made sure you were good with whatever it was. 

He also thought about the reason why he was so in tune. You only had to move an inch and he already realized what you wanted. "Shouldn't you be sitting farther away? Whatever this is, it's nasty you don't want it." He was in such a deep daze that you had finished talking before he could gently scold you about talking. WHy hadn't he thought of that? He wondered. Well, if he was farther away how would he bring you your water so you wouldn't have to get up when you needed it? Reluctantly thought, he still got up and moved across your bedroom. He still had his mind about him, you know.

once you Finish your food, he stands up with a jolt. You raise your head, sensing he had an idea. You liked his ideas. Most of the time, that is. But no matter what, whenever he’d give them you’d listen. Knowing that it could take some courage and lots of effort to formulate them and to put them into the right words. He pats his knees as if you weren’t already giving him rapt attention. Your eyes only on him. Him and his wide eyes. “You know what? You need some tea, yeah?” Your dry mouth watered at the thought of something warm and soothing slide down your throat. 

You can't help but smile at his request, and he knows it, getting up to your kitchen. Thats just who he he is, thats just how you both are. Making each other smile and press your lips together and look down at your shoes and the stupidest things. You hear your stove turn on, it was always loud. He had stayed over one night and you two had shared a joke about waking the neighbors and getting noise complaints. BUt it never made you feel unsafe or uneasy about it. Rather, the jokes you two took part in, the minutes of his and yours lives were you could both just breath? It made you noting short of calm. Thats what he always did for you. 

In a matter of a few minutes the tea was done. Your body was still flopped on your bed as you hear his socks slide across your floor. You could barely smell it, the faint whiff of the herbs he brought into your bedroom soothed you none the less. Your eyes were heavier than the pit growing in your stomach. You wanted so badly to blame it on how it was only his affection while taking care of you that made you feel this way. How you didn't even need to ask and he was there. He didn't really do that for anyone else right?

But you cant think about that now, can you. Not when he's two feet into your door and placing a cup with a plate on top, and telling you not to  drink it for a few minutes because it needs to steep. "I'm not a baby, you know." You grumble as if he's just told you not to touch the hot stove. "I know you're not... baby." he laughs, bumping  you with his shoulder. It's a tease, for sure. Stupid little confident menacing tone passing out from his stupid pretty lips along with words that should either make you mad or chuckle and not melt further into your pile of blankets like you are.

"Thought you--" You say, mostly through your clogged nose. He tisks and rolls his eyes as you, reaching over to your nightstand and giving you your phone. "No talking." He says as soft as a fluffy blanket washed in fabric softener and fresh out the dryer-- still warm and comfy. You snatch your phone out of his hands. The same ones that rub your shoulders when you're stressed. The same ones that fix something on  your clothes or hand you an item he thinks is "cute" and he thinks "would look cute on you." 

"If its so cute why dont you wear it? They have your size." you sometimes say. "But it's for you. I said it would look cute on you. Not on me, not on the hanger. You. Colors go nice with your skin." he always smiles back.

What is it?

You see pop up at the top of your screen. Not unlike what happens between the both of you usually. Back and forth, up making your heart jump with anticipation then back down again and making your stomach sink, dodging thoughts and feelings with halfway written then scrapped text after halfway written and scrapped text. 

Thought you didn't wanna get my germs?

You say. And to your surprise his body doesn't shoot up in disgust. Youre laying on your side, unable to really see him on the other end of your bed. 

Look up

The second you do he points to his mask. You see the sides of his eys crinkle like tissue paper from a bagged gift. You smile. But really, in this room, he is the gift. Not the tea or food he brought. Him. His care. The warm feeling he brings along with him everywhere he goes. You see it like a trail following him. Slight and hard to see. But still there none the less. He seems to breathe in air and let out warmth to all around him. 

whyr you smiling at me?

The buzz in your hand makes you come back to reality, looking at your phone. Why are you smiling at him? You know why. You don’t like to think about it, though. Because the more the thought of him lingers in your mind like the memory of a good dream, the more you know you’ll smile at him. The more he might figure it out. The more you think about it, the more you’ll be admitting to yourself how much you like him.

And my fucking god, you really do like him. Before you can think of it any more, you quickly type something out that isn’t a four paragraph long love letter/confession to the man. 

Noting weirdo 

Your eyes catch his roll from above his mask, leaning further away from you. You think it’s just him being dramatic. But really, how dramatic is physically having to move yourself away from someone to keep yourself from embracing them? How dramatic would having to scoot further away because oh my god how did they get even cuter just now? Doesn’t matter that you’re sick. To him, you took one smiley look at him and it has his brain pushing himself toward you. He grips the footboard of your bed for support as he gulps. He sounds stupid, he knows. But he can help smiling when you smile… or when you wrinkle your nose…. Or when you look down at your hands and play with your sleeves or fingers… or when you— he has to stop. He seriously has to stop thinking like this. You’re his friend. Not someone to swoon over. 

Drink your stupid tea

“Stupid? You made it lol” you’re about to type, 

But Before you can wonder why the hell he’s put so many emanation points on his text, the coffee mug of tea is already to your lips, plate in his hand as he crouches down in front of you. “You ok there, Seungmin?” You wonder, almost laughing at, not only how quickly this all transpired, but also at the very uncomfortable and awkward position he’s in. “Tea!” He reminds you, nearly grunting as he puts the plate on the bedside table. “Dude, you’re gonna fall—“ him pushing the tea closer to your lips effectively shuts you up. 

you give up, finally drinking the warm liquid, soothing you immediately. And thus, soon, you’re falling half asleep with him still at your feet, now occupying himself with folding the laundry you’ve had in a basket since you’d gotten sick a couple days ago. You wonder if he’s sure he really wants to spend his time on your floor. You pick up your phone to ask him through text, knowing the tisky look he’lol give you if you didn’t save your voice. 

“oh?” He wonders aloud, the thought of wanting to get up from beside you never crossed his mind, “no, I’m good here.” You see his cheeks lift up and eyes crinkle in a smile you can’t help but return. 

I just feel so bad 

You say, and you’re not lying. Your floor hasn’t been cleaned in a while. Not being done when you usually do it because of well, being terribly sick. Why was he being so sickeningly sweet? Folding your clothes on his own initiative…You already had a bad infection of some type, you didn’t need anything else. 

duh ur sick 🙄

You’d kick him in the head with your foot if you weren’t so week and buried under so many blankets it feels like a ton of bricks is on top of you, rendering you unable to move. And he’s not wrong, though. You felt more tired than you think you had in several months. Tea soothing you, acting as a lullaby to drift you to sleep. Nose is as runny as ever, too. Maybe some sleep would do you good. 

“Go do sleep” He said, as if reading your mind. You’d jump back in surprise if, again, you could move. He didn’t even need to turn his head to know how tired you were the second you stopped rocking back and forth to warm yourself. “I’ll be here.” He says. A Small voice, but something you heard loud and clear. 

You can leave if you want!

He gave you a knowing look, like: I don’t think you want me to. And, as always, Seungmin was right. You didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to climb in your bed and cuddle you to help you stay warm, not really caring if you got him sick. “I’ll stay.” He says definitively. You know he’s not gonna budge. And quite frankly, you don’t want him to. Honestly, you only told him he didn’t have to as a formality. “I’ve got food and a phone charger. Plus, you” he chuckled. “That’s what friends are for.” He shrugs like: welp that’s my job. And neither of you want to think too much about how you don’t want the word friends to be the only thing people describe you as. 

You made me tea already tho…

“That, I did.” 

You smile to yourself, comfortable silence sitting between the two of you, you falling into an even more tired state as the clock ticks on, and on, and on, and on. Finally, you take the last swig of your now room temperature tea. Still tastes good, you think. And Seungmin is still on your floor. 

A while later and— You’re half asleep when you ask him. That’s what you blame it on. If you had your minds about you, maybe you would've paid more attention to how he was getting to the bottom of your laundry basket and how you definitely did NOT want him to see your underwear. See? You were Delirious and sick, you ask 

“Man, that tea was so good I could kiss you. Wanna?” You slur your words, nodding off. Your hand is over your feverish and aching head, trying to keep the pain at bay. You don't even realize what you're saying when you do. Only thinking of it as something more than just a simple question to your best friend when he looks at you differently than he ever has. No fear is behind his perfect eyes though. Rather, love and warmth for you is the only thing that adorns them. He stops folding mid-shirt, a couple others on his lap. And all he does for the next minute is look into your eyes

You don't shrink back, fearing that if you do, you'll miss something in his eyes, telling you what his next move is. You almost want to say you're sorry. But really, you're not by bringing it up. You have the urge to kiss him most of the time he's around you, why not at least make it known? Him placing the clothes with the others folded neatly in a pile and inching closer to you brings you out of your thoughts. You look him up and down, your palms glued to your sides as he leans over your figure in your bed. All his weight on his knuckles on either side is you. And you can hear him swallow the lump formed in his throat before speaking, "Sure, we can kiss after you stop coughing so I don't get infected. Once you can talk, too." You see a smile adorning his eyes and you can't help but look down in admiration at him as he sinks back to your floor to fold the remainder of your clothes.

Because of how out of it your were, you don't think much about it, only smiling to yourself as a blissful feeling as relaxed as his expression fills your body. Suddenly you feel warm and at peace. And you can finally drift away into sleep. 

A couple minutes later and he's patting your clothes to get them a little neater inside your drawer and scooting the laundry basket away. He wants to say something, to talk to you more about what you had just suggested and what he'd said. Not taking it back, bacuse, you were well, you, he'd be a fool not to jump at the opportunity to be close to you like that. He presses his lips together as he remembers how much he dreams about it. And he's about to step away but then, a spur of the moment choice, he leans back and whispers to your sleeping form, "I'd like that more than you'd imagine. Sleep well, please get better."

He says the last part honestly. But really, this was you he was talking about. You getting better meant he could kiss you. Fast recovery equills faster he can fill you soft as butter lips on his. He wants to you get better, he swears, but you kissing him just made it all the more better. 

A few days later and you text him that you're feeling better. You would've called but you didn't want him to know about all the excitement in your voice just yet. Did he really need to know? You two had still kept in contact with each other those few days . But with the passing of time all he could think about and do was coming over again and again-- making you hot drinks to warm you. As nice as they felt in your stomach and on your tongue, his smile to you placing the hot drink on your bedside table is what really made your insides heat up before taking the first sip. Mouth never burned, but cheeks hurting from smiling so much. 

He practically jumped up from where he was sitting when he got your text. He takes a breath as his fingers hover over the keypad. "You sure?" He laughs when he gets sent back a wordless picture of you flipping him off. Guess so, he thinks.

And now, here he is, hot drinks in his hand that he insisted on making for you again. You guide his hands to put them on the bedside table, now not so littered with tissues you didn't even know where the bottom is. 

His hands find their way to your forearms. Seungmin, careful as ever as he looks into your eyes for whatever reaction you wanted out of him. If it all was a joke? Or if you did really wanna try. All he knew is that he liked you. So so so much. And he wanted, no needed to have this with you. but if it was a joke he didnt think he could handle it. His lips sink into yours. Softly. Like the breath of air you and him breath out at the contact.

His finger tips trail up and down your arms, running slow delicate circles right above your elbows. He wants to gasp you tighter, make sure you never can leave leave… at least for the time being. But he can’t seem to find the will to move from this perfect place he’s in with you. Even an inch. You, with your pretty couple fingers locked behind his neck. You, and him, making warmth spread throughout the both of your body’s as if he’s your own personal radiator. You might not still be sick and shivering cold, but you don’t temper feeling this wonderfully warm before this. Were you somehow always this cold beforehand?

A breeze seems to flow through your body even thought the windows aren’t open. Carrying with it the sweet smell of his cologne, smiles and new beginnings. Bringing the smell of his world to yours in a way it hadn’t been before. The breeze flowing through both of you and carrying something spring like and new. 

~~End

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[cryptidsurveys]

Thursday, August 15th, 2024.

Do you like McDonald’s sprite? It's fine. I'm not a big soda drinker, though. I typically only have it when I go to the movies, and in that case it's a small diet Coke. I don't even finish it.

What age did you start becoming more independent? It's only been within the past year that I've really started to become more independent. I was in the waiting room for a therapy appointment a few weeks ago and one of the nurses was joking with me about how I was there without my dad. I was like, "You know, at first I felt all cool doing things on my own, but now it's like…oh, so this is adulthood. How boring." ;D

How do you like your oatmeal? I usually make it with fruit, peanut butter, and sugar-free chocolate syrup, but I like it all kinds of different ways.

Do you ever just dance around the house? Sometimes.

List 5 things you need to do soon. In order of urgency: litter boxes, switch my laundry to the dryer, go grocery shopping, clean my room, clean the upstairs bathroom.

What do you do when you start to feel sad? It depends. Sometimes I have to stuff it down for the time being; in that case, I try to distract myself until I can deal with it later. I also try to figure out what's making me sad (assuming it's not entirely obvious). Sometimes I'm just tired or running low on emotional/social reserves, which means all I really need is either some quiet time by myself to decompress or some positive interactions to bring everything back into balance. I also like to watch my favorite YouTubers, cuddle with my kitties, spend time at the Mountain Park, etc.

Have you ever been to a metal concert? No.

Do you like metal? Yeah.

What’s your favorite Christmas movie? I don't think I have a true favorite.

What about Halloween movie? Same. But in general, I like a mix of horror and nostalgic childhood movies.

Do you like the taste of cilantro? Yeah.

Have you ever busted a window accidentally? I have. When I was a kid, I was playing baseball with some friends in one of their yards. We used rocks for the bases, and afterward I was tossing them back where they belonged and accidentally hit a basement window.

Do you remember those Bratz dolls? What were your favorite dolls? I do remember them, but I think I was too old to be into them.

What was the last thing to bum you out? I thought that said BURN me out, lmao. :') But I guess it's more or less the same answer regardless. I'm feeling a bit of animal shelter burnout. I was called in today; I know I could have said no - I'm technically just a volunteer - but I went anyway. It's a mix of physical exhaustion lingering from the last few days and just…ugh. I feel like I've hit a wall when it comes to tolerating mean and petty people. I don't want to keep taking it, but I don't know how to push back in a way that's not inappropriately explosive. I'm just tired of being walked on, nitpicked, and disrespected…especially when I am just a volunteer. But then it's also like, well, it is my choice to be there and put up with it, and I do want to be there, so…I feel a bit stuck. I really need to learn how to politely push back against people who are heaping too much shit on me. I know it sounds ridiculous, but the idea of sticking up for myself is terrifying. I have this stupid belief that I'm only likeable if I'm people-pleasing. Ugh. I'll figure it out. Also, to be clear - MOST of the people at the shelter are great and have always been kind to me. This is really only about a select few, around whom I unfortunately have to spend the most time.

What is your summer anthem? I don't have one.

Do you enjoy apples? Yeah.

Have you ever made apple butter? Do you like it? I've never made it before, but I do like it.

Do you own any pocket knives? Somewhere. We have this Swiss Army knife with a bunch of different gadgets.

On a scale of 1-10…How happy are you and why? Maybe a five. I know it's a relatively temporary five, though. I'll probably bounce back over the course of today/tomorrow. It's that balance I was talking about above - I just need more uplifting experiences after a slew of dissatisfying ones. Plus some time to relax, spend time with my dad and my cats, make some art, catch up on housecleaning, etc. It's not the first time I've felt like this and it probably won't be the last, so I know that all I have to do is weather it and it'll pass.

Do you think diamonds are overrated? Yeah. I'd much rather have a ring made from a meteorite or something cool like that.

How many languages can you greet somebody in? English, German, Swedish, Spanish, and Japanese.

Do you have a favorite planet? I don't.

Do you know how to play the flute? No.

What do you enjoy putting in your smoothies? Milk or yogurt, bananas, strawberries, mangos, blueberries, chocolate syrup, peanut butter…not necessarily all at once, but in some combination.

What’s a medication that has really helped you? OTC migraine meds do a surprisingly decent job…but I probably need to explore further options. When it comes to psych meds, though, I don't feel like any have significantly helped me (and I've tried a whole bunch of them) which is why I'm not on them anymore and haven't been for a number of years now. I've found other ways to cope.

Do you forgive easily? Yes and no. Intellectually, I think I can forgive fairly easily/quickly. Emotionally, it takes a bit. I'm like, hey man…this is the part where you drop the grudge, okay lmao. DROP IT.

Have you ever broken up with somebody? Yeah.

What was the biggest phase you went through when you were younger? Some sort of goth/emo/anime thing.

Is there something you’ve been hiding from someone? No.

Do you believe in demons? Idk.

Have you ever seen a spider consume another spider? No.

What’s your favorite fruit? Probably mangos.

Do you ever go clubbing? No.

Have you ever been to a church camp? I went to this Bible camp thing as a kid. Not a sleep-away camp, but a day camp.

Have you ever accidentally swallowed something you shouldn’t have? Maybe…?

Last book you remember enjoying? The one I've failed to pick up for weeks now. :')

When was the last time you got scared? I'm not sure.

Have you ever seen a boy band live? No.

When was the last time you drank water? Just a few minutes ago.

Have you ever been dehydrated? Yeah.

Have you ever shot a gun? Yeah.

Do you use Facebook? No.

Would you say you’re well educated on religious topics? I wouldn't say I'm well educated, but I'm not entirely ignorant either. Even though I don't practice any particular religion, I still find them interesting.

What’s the longest you have walked at once? Like 13-14 miles.

Do you ever take those Buzzfeed quizzes? No.

How long was your last phone call? Just a minute or so. My mom called me while I was at the shelter earlier to ask how the little kitten was doing. He's an absolute sweetheart and an absolute terror.

[aintnoscience]

November Catch Up

Friday, November 17th, 2023.

HI! I don't know when was the last time I posted here (not bother to check) but it's been a long time.

I was intended to write a journal on my diary but I feel like warming up my fingers a little bit on the keyboard before doing my PKP report after this.

I can't believe we're halfway this semester, and new year is in a month. Omg, it feels like yesterday I just quitted my job and enjoying my first semester of offline class.

Time flies so fast, and I've grown so much (hopefully, for the better).

This semester is not easy. I can't believe I've survived the half of it.

My Monday is always packed, with 3 classes (yes, 3!) with two classes overlapped. Fortunately one of them is online. I really can't believe what would I be if all of them are offline. But I'm glad I can take all of them into my semester credit. (Remember how I used to fight the admins and discussed higher-ups in my faculty to be able to take those classes? That was the hell of a fight.)

My Tuesday is also packed. I have PKP (well, at first it started at 9), and then I have to go to campus at 12 P.M for HAKI class at Bambu, and after the class, I still have to go back to the company. It was very tiring and cost consumptive. I always wanna cry because my money runs out very quickly.

Wednesday and Friday is my PKP day. Sometimes I don't go because I really don't have money. Yes, this is not professional, but fortunately the company is very open and we don't really have heavy projects so they thought it's not really necessary to come everyday.

Thursday is kinda my rest day because the class is online. But me and my friends are also not going to the company for PKP because again, we don't really have projects for the interns for the last two months.

Saturday and Sunday are weekends, but sometimes, I get to do freelance works, or maybe doing assignments (or laundry day (or sometimes, I'm too lazy to do anything and just laying down all day)).

Even though it sounds really tiring, I'm actually happy (except for the part when I have to pay for the fare). I know it's not perfect, but I'm really trying to balance everything while staying sane.

Which sometimes is really really really hard.

Two weeks ago, I had my mid exam, and at the same time, I'm still going for PKP and do freelance.

It was crazy, my brain was fried.

Sometimes, I really like doing multiple tasks at the same time. I've been doing it since two years ago. It's not healthy, and I've felt the consequences. And my thinking process become slower because I multitask a lot.

Multitasking feels like a productive procrastination. I avoided doing my assignments because I have my reason to do my freelance. I skipped PKP because I have to do my assignments.

Another problem with multitasking is that once you've set up the mood for the freelance, you will not be able to be focus on your assignments. And vice versa.

I admit that didn't do my best at my mid exam because I have to juggle it with a freelance work. I am forever cursing what I've submitted for my Dapro because I don't even know what I write lmao. That was not the best of me. But at the same time, I don't have energy to fix everything.

"Why don't you just say no to the work if it's messing up your schedule and energy?"

For me, turning down the work feels like nolak rejeki and I don't want to do that. Getting one project is really helping me, at least to buy some groceries for a week. Freelance work is not something that I'm actively looking right now because I feel like I've had enough on my plate. But I still need my own money. So I'm just kinda "waiting" for the projects from my two active clients. I'm afraid that I'll not be able to handle everything if it comes at the same time and feels too much for me.

Maintaining the time and energy for each project is not easy. I will always "demand" my lazy time to lay around procrastinating because I know I'll burn out if I keep pushing my body to work. So again, I ended up doing everything the last minutes.

Sounds like I'm making up excuses, but for someone who's working like this (multitasking, juggling between works and study) for almost two years, I think I know my limit now.

Fortunately, the schedule been slowing down for the past week. I decided to take some rest. I stayed at the dorm, not doing anything since the last Thursday. I joined online class. I submitted assignments. But I skipped Thursday offline class (also because I didn't have pocket money).

My body feels like shutting down. Glad that I never skipped class before so I can use my "jatah bolos" for resting. I just really want to rest, not doing anything before everything starts to get busy and rushing again.

In my defense, this is my energy management. I know it really sounds like I'm makin up things. But trust me, I know my limit now.

Today I started to move a little bit, I went out hunting for my photography project. It felt nice. I haven't left my room for a week and spending time under the sun felt really nice. I walked a lot, it was 3 km probably and I lost in my thoughts because it was fun today (also literally losing my way back home).

And like I said, I'm warming up a bit by writing on the keyboard before finishing my PKP report.

I think that's my update. Yeah, that's just life. Sometimes you're really busy, sometimes you're dying.

Anyway, I've been planning to do a visual moodboard for next year, but I keep forgetting. Please remind me before November ends.

Cheers,

xx

We'll get through this.

p.s: That's one of the picture I took today. I don't think I'll use it so yeah.

[castle-dominion]

castle 7x6 time of our lives

the it's a wonderful life episode liveblog

holy crap I haven't watched a castle in like two weeks bc my days off from work are spent at school... at least i finished writing that fic. Now I just need to edit & post. I was actually hoping to watch an ep tonight but lil bro skipped his evening activity so my bros & I watched Monk instead of me watching Castle & finally catching up. Well since I only have an hour until bed (it's fucking 7pm) I'll spend some of that liveblogging off the transcript. Not doing schoolwork, not exercising, not watching castle for real, not showering, not doing chores, actually I cooked supper today & am doing laundry but otherwise I'm not doing what needs to be dne I'm doing what I fucking WANT to.

Mathias Gensler. Wow briefcase cuff, typical. (I can't believe I'm in s7, that's so late! That's the last quarter!) My man is so tired

Nooo renzo! I totally thought he was in on it {there is a reason} & he just fLAILeD when he died! It was great!

Lol smash cut chopping veg. Pi vibes. haven't slept WELL, becks. He has slept, just crappy. Or is this the one abt nightmares? Martha! I feel like sometimes fasting can make you woozy not clear headed... Wait martha u can do it! & I realized this is the AU episode! Yessss! They mention Will Sorenson! We don't get to see him but he is mentioned & inviting becks to the wedding! She's kinda mad lol {I actually saw this episode & thought that all the fanfictions about captain beckett were referencing this episode, until I got to s8.} UwU I love it, KB: So we’re bad for each other, huh? RC: The worst. [They kiss] RC: It’s like It’s A Wonderful Life. Every time your phone rings a victim gets their wings. Too accurate

Swiss Wait who are the witnesses Ryan nice tie RC, in typical Castle way not the smart s1 castle way: So what was in the case? Nuclear launch codes? Deadly virus?

spoiler parenthesis {THE MANIFEST ONLY LISTS THE PICKUP} NOOOOO RENZO MY BELOVED, kr: Uh … there’s no one to call. (he points to the other body) The driver, Renzo Conrad, owned the service. He was a one man band. KB: Speaking of one man band, where’s your partner? KR: *mouth opens comically* RC: Yeah. (suggestively) And Lanie? They're adults, not horny teens! Adults prioritize being on time! XD romeo (wow I'm only this far in during my watch watch & now I need to effing go) (watch blog: wow it's my day off again & I need to go to school cook supper & go to a .. basically a band practice. a troupe meeting. life is awful we need a 4 hour work day & a four day work week as full time.) That look ryan gives esposito XD

... Castle? LP: Castle, what are you doing with my body? KB: Just pretend that you don’t know him. I love rocks & geology but even I'm not that good. Castle smart moments & early derrick storm <3 (mmm I love rocks. & coal. Reminds me of that city in canada where they have coal & dinosaurs) She humours him! To the coal plant!

oh noooo I'm so excited for this ep but so scared I'll talk too much. I'm so excited I'm so afraid. I will have thoughts. Marcus Lark(us) I've seen sstaacks like that on my bike ride home from school; my marker for where to turn. No wedding is a perfect day. & u should rly go visit him.

RC: You know I’d give anything to change what happened, right? This ep: *takes it too far, sort of like that shrek movie where rumplestiltskin is retconned into a different character* But also according to the later ret-con mess to figure it out, he kind of did have a choice, including the moment when he paid vinny the scar to crush the car. Castle did have a choice, & he made that choice.

Coal bucket. (she calls for backup castle)

Castle just fricking opens it? Wait she asks him to... lmao artifact? KB: Why do you always have to touch everything? RC: I thought you liked that about me! (not clipping)

Flashbang

Heeheehee & now it's where the wonderful life part begins!!! thing is gone love the dirt on his face

wait why would the case be gone in this scene? well ig caskett was there to interrupt them & they were at the coal plant Right Now to take the briefcase, & thats why they were present to start shooting at em... Good zoom there!

Insane insane insane (I wish ryan was wearing less fancy suits, make him look a little more like how he did in s1, make him look the way he did pre-jenny, or make him look the way he did by the end of s3 but no later bc that's when monty died & becks probably became captain idk) the lighting "Cap'm" But she WOULD recognize him from book jackets & stuff, & she HAS met him before, didn't they meet at a book signing? *pokes esposito* (could clip for my gifs) describing scene aaaHHHHH (the aah was written in my transcript blog but I was literally laughing & quietly screaming & doing the adhd stim with my hair right now bc of that scene & esposito's look & jahskdjfh) esposito fricking grabs him XD

The musical bweyeng when ryan says "tell us the story" In bed with Beckett *high five* XD XD (could clip putting his hand down ig) (also esposito totally slept with beckett at some point, yes even like seven years ago or more) this is a dream *me stimming* *steals the file* "Hey!" (won't clip bu tLove that face) JE: You had me worried there. For a second there I thought I didn’t exist. Esposito threatens to restrain him yet ryan is the one to manhandle him back down

RC: It was adorable KB:

FUN FACT DETECTIVE MCNULTY WAS THE NAME OF THE OTHER DETECTIVE IN THE PILOT, HE WAS THERE IN 1X1 BUT IN THE ORIGINAL PILOT THERE WAS NO RYAN & THERE WAS JUST MCNULTY.

Except u did meet at a book signing

Martha <3 I don't remember what I was thinking when I first watched this. But yeah martha <3. & ofc ryan is a fan. I love martha sm (& esposito pushing castle)

She bailed him out a little while ago, s1e1.

Ryan & martha together <3 MAME! Preggo lanie! (mad at esposito ig?) Sad esposito. I think when I first watched this I thought they were together. Music sounds like meet the medic. *ryan looks up & puts his hand over his mouth* *esposito facing his paper but watching lanie* also they are using beckett's desk I think. Castle says it can't be good but I think it IS good. To these ppl your universe is horror. Imagine a world where lanie isn't happily married & pregnant, she's still on-&-off with that detective. or imagine a world where martha is not acting anymore.

The loft! Oh babey! Mortgage! The painting behind castle's desk is not stairs it is giant martha. (imagine a world where martha hasn't decorated the apartment to look nicer & instead it's rick's boring or rich person crap /neg) Life savings mr rich man! Blondes & racehorses! Bad novel!

Alexis is hot af omg, she was hot before but dang. & moved to LA & she's saving the world & like... wow. (Imagine a world where Alexis isn't off saving the world she's some post-secondary student who doesn't know what she wants to do with life & still has her boring hair & lives with her daddy /neg) (but also wow she moved to LA in like s3)

RC: Whatever all of this is? A coma, a dream, some weird hallucination, or even just an undigested bit of pizza? (XD) I’m ending it. Ha now we have ryan beckett AND castle all stuck into ice water. We just need esposito to join the party. btw alexis has a hint of purple in her hair she is soooooo pretty

I kind of wish we could see what was going on with the detectives in our universe. I read a fic once where ryan & esposito went to tell martha her son was dead & then castle came out like "holy heck you guys I went to an au where I was friends with you two & alexis was still living at home as an adult & my mom wasn't a broadway star & lanie wasn't in a happy relationship starting a family"

Chelsea XD (brunette? can't tell) beckett o no. Lol blue pills in my purse young young woman

world wide web. Oh wow the thingamajig medallion. love the wallpaper btw

SWISS wow yay incan fucking give it back to the native owners then.

(Imagine a world where martha isn't boundlessly talented going out & doing broadway)

AC: Somehow? Implying smth happened This is why I live with mom? So which of her parents is crazier? Crazy meredith or rick? (imagine a world where alexis lives with crazy dad)

SEE SHE WAS A FAN! Thank you writers for remembering! Castle good lying rn. Good for him. & maybe he can help this world's castle write nikki heat books! RC: I eat with her, I sleep with her. But I know you are not her. ... Police scanner? (her face falls a bit) KR: Hey cap KR: *looks at caslte* KR: what's he doing here? KB: I'm not sure KR: RC: KR: KR: Ok Castle continuously interrupting ryan XD & then ryan opens his mouth & castle puts his hand on his shoulder & not clipping but this liveblog is so long I'm love. (& anout the lighting, it seems more... sepia? cool? less red? less blue? less vibrant? I can't tell but I love it & want an audio commentary of this with the person who did the ligting) *still somehow nodding with ryan lol*

Mind connection still! Ryan looking from one to the ohter (could gif but won't) (I ljust love the way he looks with his eyes & face incrementally) noooo renzo! *bites her lips a little bit, this rly reminds me of s1. She hates him but she is still a fan & attracted to him but he's soo annoying but he's also somehow helpful)

Wait they don't have the coffee machine!!! *I hear the single stomp of esposito entereing the room & it is so good yet so subtle*

Esposito <3 I feel like huertas really enjoyed playing "I hate castle this guy is so sus" esposito this ep. *takes his mug* No, say "I inferred it was coal & the most likely power plant was located here, it just made sense"

I should watch Psych. *holding his temple* Castle you could also say other stuff like I know you were in special forces, you lost your partner, (you slept with the captain,) you like jalapeǹos & olives on your pizza, (sry for the wrong n, I only have a french keyboard,) you used to watch chiquetitas growing up with your abuela... JE: Ryan has a big fat mouth. That’s how you know. Yeah he does struggle with commitment doesn't he. Remember s8 the sonia ruiz episode? yeah. (& btw I love his outfit) his facial expressions. "Yeah no we haven;t met" "why bring that up oof" "lol got u ryan tattled" "don't u come for my commitment issues" *doesn't give him back the coffee*

Ryan: *case* Ryan: *sees castle* ??? Ryan: Beckett: *it's cool*

RC: Uh, Captain? Would it be possible for me to ride along? Strictly for research purposes. (he wants the incan doohicky) JE: Is he kidding? RC: I would just love the chance to observe. Get some details for my book. KR: Yeah, sure, Cap. We’ll take him along. JE: What the … KR: Dude, it’s Martha Rodger’s son. He can get us house seats. (to rc) You can get us house seats, right? (WAIT US? does esposito want to see martha rodgers? does he want to see martha rodgers With Ryan?) (imagine a world where rysposito isn't canon) RC: Ab … solutely. Calls him house seats XD He doesn't have his writer vest

*pops his head between them* RC: So the Captain, is she seeing anyone? JE: *kinda shocked but then mostly annoyed & keeps his eyes on the road* (they r not used to having anyone with them* KR, who IS friends with beckett: She has boyfriends. Nothing serious. (why is ryan sharing that info?) JE: Why, writer boy? What, you think you have a chance with her? (EYES ON THE ROAD MISTER) [to RYAN] And what are you doing? Telling crazy over here about everyone’s private life. (which is valid bc he just did) KR: Me? JE: Yeah. You told him about Lanie and me. All: No. No, no, no. I didn’t. No he didn't, I have a gift. What are you talking about? Personal life. Yes you did! That's-- Dont! Just a bunch of yelling I can't hear bc I'm a little hoh & the captions aren't good RC: No. Listen, I have a gift, all right? I look at people and I see things. KR: (laughs) Yeah? Uh … what do you see when you look at me? (wow voice got deep for a sec there) Me: undercover irish mob? (bc who knows if that happened in this au, oh & besides they'd keep it out of the papers so yeah castle knowing would be scary) Irish mob, several sisters, piano playing, hold on I wonder what would have happened with 3xk in this au maybe they arrested gates, narcotics, uncle abducted by aliens RC: Honey milk and freckles. (& the vampire girl ig, keep adding all the ppl u know) KR: (mouthing: what) Noo! (inconsistency in where esposito is looking but shush) JE: *shocked* JE from the other angle: *annoyed* KR: That’s Jenny O’Malley. JE: *looks away annoyed* KR: She used to … make me honey milk. (wistfully) She could’ve been the one. (I thought u said u made it for her to help her sleep. mr in-bed-by-10-pm.) (omaalley not omahlley, they pronounce things differently than me. I assumed it was deever & omolley but it's déver & omaalley) RC: Could have been? KR: Yeah. Um … when Beckett was promoted to Captain our case load doubled. I guess I never had time for her. (wow ryan really does talk abt everyone's personal life) (but how recent was jenny that this "i see when I look at you" is relevnt?) RC: Maybe you should give her a call. JE: Maybe you should mind your own business. (I read a fic once where esposito acts like this in the car ride bc rysposito is canon in this universe & like "if u r really so psychic then u should know he's mine) He shoves RC back into the backseat. The fanfic I read: canon rysposito, esposito was pissed that castle who said he sees things when he looks at people doesn't see their relationship & also don't tell my man to get a gf. (wait lol I double blogged that bc one was in my transcript liveblog & one was in my watch liveblog)

watch blog: Ok it looks like I probably need to go now. I've been spending way too much time on this liveblog mostly bc I like it & miss it partially bc I'm writing All my thoughts not the important ones (none r that important lol)

El chozo peruvian restaurant

Stay n the car or I shoot you (he hasn't signed the form yet tho lol) Wanna crack a window for me? Ha! s1 castle moments

Oh he's not so bad *castle's face in the window* s1 castle Dad dad dad! dad dad dad!

Oh I'm feeling anxious now, I messaged my teacher saying I couldn't make it to class today asking him to send me the powerpoint so I can stay on pace & my chef just called me asking about how many kilograms of cream I had (62.942) & how many kilos of egg yolks (~6 in the pail meaning he needed 11 more cartons & 650g of the last one to get 17.628kg) & ofc the sugar was already perfectly measured it's just the one litre cartons of stuff I had to empty & didn't have time to finish. Anyway seeing all the hotel pans & funnels & mixing bowls & stainless steel bowlsjust caused my heart to start racing, genuinely

Take him home! Or give it to the detectives Or maria sanchez is there. No it broke! So much happened! Or it's fake bc yeah it just looks ceramic. (evidence also broken) This is a fake :D !! This is a fake >:( lol cuff him too so valid bestie

RC: Actually, that kind of is my best behavior. JE: Oh, I’m just enjoying the show Mom & dad fighting (clipping)

Snatches it away

JE: KB: Yes, Detective Esposito? (calls him detective) JE: You’re not letting him get to you, are you? (he is her friend) KB: Don’t you have a case to close? JE: Mmhm (they totally slept together at some point in the past)

Storm fall, the last derrick storm book I just noticed, is storm fall the same as the castle title card? Jim beckett on her desk!

camera whip

(so dark) Castle went up instead of down lol, look at him sneaking back in XD & the music

Heck yeah maria Ah that's why there was a fake in a case at the chozo Ah! Three groups! Swiss legal thieves, incan peruvian righteous re-thieves, & random thieves! Tracker? What guy? What guy?

Transcript: CASTLE startles, harder than if it were GATES. I was just um... *smiles gummily*

Convict therapy. She never told him she used to read his books & met him before? (u can confirm if it was a real au by asking her this in the normal universe original reality) Ew feels like a lot longer shup but also could be the books KB: There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. Us: it's going to be smth important RC: Anything (always) KB: *question abt his books*

Mm the bass

Whyd they wait so long after the airport? maybe waiting for a quiet location

Castle still hiding in the break room lol

Looks like a heart

She has elephants Ooh captain beckett prop! Does a 180 RC: And … if you come I will tell you why I killed Derrick Storm.

(beat gates by six weeks for detective) Paperwork & poitics? sounds like 1pp asking her to run for senator ag's office the necklace!!! Tell her! the elephants! But also in this au she is clean rn whereas in our universe she relapsed into her mom's case addiction (imagine a universe where she is again obsessed with her mother's case like why an ex-alcoholic doesn't drink) We had an australian emmigrant/canadian immigrant (possibly of french heritage) whose dad taught us rugby for gym class once in elementary or no it was jr high

I need to go to bed now yuck.

Yeah so the last time I liveblogged was supposedly sept 9 & it is now the 22nd. Well I started this yesterday on the 21st. I have abt 45 minutes at home before I need to leave. (I had work in the morning but took only a half day so I could perform violin at a mental health clinic.) Do I want to start watching this? ... Yes. I do. btw by 45 minutes I meant I got home at 2.30 & need to leave at 3.10 & I need to set my alarm ten minutes early so I have time to pull on my shoes & it is already 2.45 so... yeah maybe I won't... Maybe I will!

Or not bc my computer randomly died & now I literally have only eight minutes to watch. You know what? fuck it. I got my computer back online in about ten minutes, I can spend about ten minutes watching castle! Fuck you! /pos

watch blog: I didn't know I never finished transcript blogging. Huh. I'm skipping school for this lol.

KB: stay here: RC: *hands up-ish like yeah ok sure* KB: *turns around* RC: *immediately gets up*

*suspect checking her out* ooh music fun!

Whose desk has that frosted glass animal ball on it?

Yeah contact robbery, maybe bring demming back lol, the homiicde part of it is done Love the music My world? As in my book? Castle be careful why focus on hte lawyer's face? strong goodbye there huh

He's almost done his book & you can see how appalled he is lol

Different stairwell art! tbh I like it. I feel like I'd enjoy touching the wallpaper but also hate it. Lol alexis going back upstairs before he notices (& fails) (wow she's so pretty)

Alexis kind of joking youre stuck here with us kind of humouring him but when he asks why they fell apart she stops humouring him bc she was joking & this is serious. & like... nobody is THAT concerned over the fact that richard is basically having a psychic break.

He called THIS his magnum opus? really? really??? Or not bc he wrote it several years ago & it flunked & he tried writing other stuff which slowly got worse? & he ended up writing the brobeck dreams of betty book & it was crap according to him.

Castle family so good so god & the million impoerceptible ways & reality & all this crap & aaaaaah this is so much of a thing

Except she isn't relapsing into her mother's case addiction in this world, she made captain in this world, your mother is a star again in this world, your daugter is changing things with her nonprofit in this world, you have flings with beautiful women in this world ig...

Gets her the coffee & doesn't kate ask lucy for a coffee vanilla two splendas in future seasons? ye love this. He knows her coffee order from his O.R.

Ew yucky baarista touches money with her hands

Ok abducted at gunpoint (did the cops ever check this place out?) marcus lark the attorney WAIT MARCUS LARKUS

Wow thingamajig. Pick it up castle make the alarm go beep beep beep

this guy picks it up but no beep beep beep

there is no such thing as truth lol of course lark wants infinite possibilities, he's a real estate agent, ofc he wants multiple realities

RC: You’re rich. Successful. You have everything. Why would you want to change your destiny? *accidentally did that bc he thought he was bad for becks*

Castle maybe pick it up & wish to go home & try to make it work even tho u don't know how bc maybe it will work & you will go home. Woah beckett! smacks him in the head Luck... or fate Maybe tell her the truth...? Or don't just in case you're stuck here. (reminds me of that tumblr post "reblog if you are a safe person to come to in a time loop")

The answer for how to use it see THIS is how u jump in front of a bullet. You don't jump while the bullet is moving u don't have time, u jump before they shoot. & if u have time to jump in front, they have time to jump out of the way.

Blue light, dangerous situation, I love you, (possibly death; die in the dream die irl doesn't work here idk) (possibly also castle just immaterializing bc he was from an au)

I read a fanfic where rysposito have to go to martha's apartment to inform her that her son died & castle answers the door & says "holy crap I had a dream that I was in an alternate universe where I was friends with you guys!"

engagement ring!

IT IS THE EX MILITARY AUSSIE FAN & THE GUY WHO UT A GUN TO HIS BACK

KR: Hey, Castle. Missed all the excitement. We were awesome. (<3) Weren’t we, Javi? (first names) JE: As usual. (I love this joking overconfidence) & marcus lark!

evidence & fancy artifact & u'r just touching up on it?

The one where I made it to our wedding <3 love their music

We just do, I do "go down to the courthouse just do it right now"

Yay their wedding Alexis no suit learned smth GOOD from the AU!

Becks gets a third wedding dress lol but it was probably not a wedding dress it was just any white clothing she had but where is her maid of honour lanie? I mean yay at least jim is here

Oh she's wearing the earrings No music but I love love the tie on the back. Seems awful but I think it's pretty. (green screen?) Nice ring Oh I love the vows! I remember someone made a gifset for this for caskett week.

KB: The moment that I met you, my life became extraordinary. You taught me to be my best self, to look forward to tomorrow’s adventures; and when I was vulnerable, you were strong. I love you, Richard Castle; and I want to live my life in the warmth of your smile and the strength of your embrace. I promise you, I will love you. I will be your friend; and your partner in crime and in life; Always.

When she said when I was vulnerable, you were strong my first thought was roy calling castle to help protect beckett. crime^fighting

RC: The moment we met, my life became extraordinary. You taught me more about myself than I knew there was to learn. You are the joy in my heart. You’re the last person I want to see every night before I close my eyes. I love you, Katherine Beckett. And the mystery of you is the one I want to spend the rest of my life exploring. I promise to love you, to be your friend and your partner in crime and life, ‘til death do us part and for the time of our lives.

I love the parallel between the starts of the vows the rest of my life, always crime & life again parallels & until death us do part and for the time of our lives

but where is Lanie the maid of honour?

Why are the wedded couple not drinking champagne?

His phone <3

romance <3 <3 <3

Thaat was so good! I started today's liveblogging (it's the 27th) at like 11.30 or noon & now it is 14.45 or basically 3pm so that's 3 hours, I usually allot myself an hour & a half, & I already liveblog watched it a few days ago & I liveblogged the transcript twenty days ago holy crap. At least I'm off my internship now, maybe I'll have more time to liveblog & clip & finish the series & finally return them to the library w/o paying too much in late fees. & then I can finish all the fanfics I want to read & all the fics I am writing or want to write & then I'll finally put this hyperfixation to rest & be free to do normal stuff again.. Until I get a new hyperfixation.

Update: It has been four weeks, I am only now getting around to tagging & posting

[adayinthelifeofb]

Haven`t posted in a few days.

I've been so exhausted every single night, I couldn't find it in me to write posts.

Tuesday was weighting day, I weighted 116,9 kg, last week I was at 118,5kg and two weeks ago I was at 119,5kg.

I did my 4 days of exercise last week. On thursday I had an exam, I was a little stressed about it, I was done after 45 minutes. On friday morning I was nervously waiting for my mark, and I got almost perfect, only one error, that was great.

Friday was a horrible day, I was splitting a LOT and I left class earlier wanting to just say fuck it, fuck everything, I'm done, I'm never coming here again. I'm still feeling a little bit like that, even tho I cooled off. I can't cope with not being good enough at something, I'd rather just abandon. I wanted to go get groceries after school but bf was too tired after work, so I just ordered our grocery through walmart delivery. Got here early afternoon on saturday.

We put the groceries away and we went to another store to get a few things more. Came back home and we put that away too, instead of just letting them sit in bags for weeks lmao. Bf made me a great sweet and sour vegan sauté over white rice, loveddddddd it. It's my lunches for the upcoming days.

Yesterday, on sunday, I did the dishes, I washed my hair, cleaned up around a bit, folded the laundry and then prepped my lunches for the week. I cut up loads of carrots, broccoli and cucumber, put some ranch in sauce container. I legit can't wait for my lunch !!! I couldn't do my muffins because bf didn't do his part of the dishes and dishes needed to make muffins are still dirty. He says he will do it tonight. As if.

Let's see how today goes.