#is is weird that i am eating a cheesecake by myself?

[pomjugayplanet]

I just had a social interaction and it was really not my best performance, i feel like a monkey trying to talk to people and just go "uga buga thank you" "uga buga how much does the skechtbook costs?"

I FUCKING CANT ITS SO HARD TO INTERACT HOW DO NEUROTYPICAL DO THAT TYPA OF SHIT EVERYDAY WITH NO PROBLEM I CANTTTTTTTT

[officialdaydreamer00]

hello star child!! thank you so much for your service <33 as payment and as thanks, please take this bowl of lollipops!! i'm sure you can find something you'll like ^^ and if not, right next to it you'll find a strawberry cheesecake. i wanted to express my upmost gratitude for your work. you're wonderful ^^

for this event, i'd like to send a letter to my beloved levi from obey me, if that's alright!!

Dear Levi,

Thank you for being alive. Thank you for being yourself. I know you don’t have the highest opinion of yourself but every moment I spend with you is so much fun. I love you dearly, and have for years now, and I hope you were able to eat a good meal today.

I want you to know that no matter what, I’ll always be there for you. Even if though I’m in a different world, far away from you, my heart yearns for you. If that embarrasses you, which I’m sure it will, don’t worry about being annoying or irritating me, you never have and I promise you never will. I want to make sure you know how much you mean to me, and maybe someday you’ll accept it wholly. I’m always yearning for you, whether you realize it or not. I want to take care of you, I want to make you happy, I want to help you with anything and everything I can. I love you, I love you, I love you.

I can’t repeat it enough times. And you know neither of us are good with words, so letters help us express our feelings, so I hope my adoration is conveyed.

You might not like how you look, but I do. I think your hair is such a pretty color, and your eyes remind me of the sunset at the beach. I love kissing your forehead and your cheeks, I love how shaky your hands get when we hug, I love how you put a hand over your mouth when you’re embarrassed or angry, I love all the silly jabs you throw when you don’t know how to react to affection. You’re so wonderful and beautiful and funny and smart, and I love you for all of that and more.

I love you, sin and all. Thank you for falling for me too.

Auburn

*trips on the milky way* IT'S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I'VE DONE A DELIVERY I'M SO LATE (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

and as always, obligatory nickname conversion:

auburn -> levi's henry

To my Henry,

Can't believe I'm actually sitting down and writing a response to a letter after a long while thinking about it and procrastinating.

A letter from a human I probably don't deserve.

(eugh how do i even write letters i never write letters-)

I'm not good with words, which we both know already, so I'll try my worst and keep it short. I can't believe time flies so fast, has it been years already? Time's really weird when you become aware of it, it just slips through like sand, and I don't think I like that. Especially with a human I've come to, well, care for.

For the longest time, I thought my obsessions, my nonexistent social skills, my struggles, they would deter you from approaching. But... you never did. I used to hate myself for, well, everything (I still do, but that's another thing), but you still stayed by my side regardless. You saw my growth, you went through so much with me and for me, you chose me, solely for who I am, and I can't thank you enough for it.

From the bottom of my heart (and I mean it), thank you. Thank you for everything.

Leviathan

(written with speech-to-text)

tags: @identity-theft-101 @cloudcountry @xen-blank @dove-da-birb @cookiesandbiscuits @edith-is-a-cat + levi likers :D

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[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Chris and I- bringing our Baby home for the first time

18+ just in case ALL FLUFF (slight mention of parent death) bringing baby home from being born choose ur own Chris (its an AU) COMMENTS & REBLOGS APPRECIATED no permission to repost republish or tralnslate.

"Chris why are you driving so slow?" I'm with our baby in the back while he's driving the Audi, (always my favorite car)

"Because"

"Yea but hon it's our private road my baby's gunna turn three before we get to the house."

"Um excuse me its our Baby"

"Sure let's just so with that." I playfully roll my eyes and see Chris pout in the rear view mirror.

"That's not funny you know how long I've wanted a family for."

"I do and I'm sorry." I pause for a few second. "Actually I'm not because you're taking forever and I am in desperate need of a bath and she is going to need to be changed soon and you should get rest. Because I am not letting her cry herself to sleep. A d-"

"You think I'd do that? Hell no."

"Good because I'm not going to be the only one getting up so if you can increase to may at least 10 miles an hour. I'd appreciate it."

"Fine. "

"Dare I even ask for 30?" I flirty teases.

"Don't push it." His lip curls a bit.

My phone dings

"Oooo"

What?

"Scott left us cheesecake in the fridge and your mother will be bringing us dinner! God I love your family."

My tears well up

"I know. I'm sorry hon. I'm sure your mother would've loved to be here but I know she's watching over us. "

"I know I just....."

"Hey it's ok you've got my family and they love you more than me so"

I laugh

"It's gunna be weird without dodger there but I can't wait until he gets to meet his baby sister." I changed the topic in a dime-I know. And I know Chris knows I did that on purpose- it's too painful to talk about right now; especially with emotions all over the place.

"I'm glad everyone understood we wanted some alone time."

"Well it was that or we leave them on a porch to freeze."

"Oh my sweet little one you have no idea how much you're loved." I caress her cheek.

"Oh she knows did you see how much she loved people. Who visited her she drank it up."

"Oh I saw. I'm glad she has a big family who loves her. She's so beautiful."

"Just like her mama."

"Chris."

"What? Its true. She is practically your mini me. Franky I'm thrilled I was terrified."

"Yea gorgeous sexy actor who'd want to look like-"

"You do remember those scene where I had to dress up like a woman."

"Good point I'm still traumatized."

"We all were" he laughs

"Chris did we move at all?"

"Yes I'm getting there. Relax."

"Well she gunna be hungrey I know and you know I know when she is gunna get hungrey."

"And exactly how is that."

"Mommys intuition."

"I want daddy's intuition" he pouted

Oh thats easy see carry the child for 9 months and push them out through-"

"Ok ok I was there I don't need to relive it."

"You asked. We almost there I wanna cuddle. Honey we have plen-"

"Who said you I wanna cuddle with my baby girl."

"Me too."

"Well you know how we solve that?"

"No."

"We all cuddle together. Wait you seriously didn't think of that?"

"Hon I am just focused on the road."

"Chris you realized if you go to 30 miles we would've been there 5 minutes ago. Especially since Mama here is getting Hangrey" I cross my arms.

"Ok good point."

Within 2 minutes were back at home.

Chris and I unlock the carrier I go to get out he tells me to wait. He get the car seat/carrier he puts her down on the porch and we can see her from where we are.

"You left our child alone? I look at him with" widened eyes.

He pauses in mid movement not sure what to do or say

"I'm just kidding we can see her from here but hon I can walk by myself."

"I just want to help."

"Nothing I say will change things will it?"

"Nope."

"Worth a try. Anyway. Alright go. She needs to eat I want to sleep and you are on diper duty."

"Got it."

That was easier than I thought," I thought.

"Mother knows best." He replies

"How the hell do you know what I was thinking."

"Because we are that in sync."

"I had that inadvertent smirk on my face going didnt I?"

"Yes."

Before we bring her in he opens the door and goes inside for a moment. Then he comes back out.

He won't let me bend down to pick up the carrier so he picks her up but he are holding both sides of the carrier as we walk in together. Thankfully he has huge doors.

"Home sweet home baby girl."

We get the tiniest tiniest yawn.

"That was the cutest thing ever awww."

"I got it all on film baby."

"What?"

I put my camera to record this. So I can send it to everyone.

Can you not send it to everyone on your acting friends list, that didn't go over well like anytime but just to our close close friends and family I don't trust everyone and its my baby and I-"

"I know I know calm down mama bear. I already have a baby list and got NDAs."

Ok so he's even more paranoid than me.

There was a moment of silence.

"Chris."

"Yea

"What do we do first with her?"

he pauses

"I dont know."

"She's sleeping I dont want to take her out of her carrier."

"Me either dont wake a sleeping baby. We leave her on the floor and get changed?"

"I guess"

Were besides ourselves but we change and we sit on the floor and just stare at her.

"She's still asleep how is this possible"

"I don't know."

"We must have the most perfect baby ever- look at her sweet little breaths."

We stare at her, intensly for a while longer ok, for a lot while longer. He keeps trying to take his phone out. I put my hands over his. I mean after the 200th photo we can give it a rest and just take it in.

Chris mom, who has a key, had came and knocked with her finger to get our attention

"Why is she still in her carrier?"

"She's still sleeping."

"I dont want to wake her. I know she's gunna be hungrey and you know when she wakes up but I can't I can't help it. She's so."

We don't want to miss anything.

Ok you two how about you get some sleep and let grandma take care of her

Me and Chris both pout

Now go. You two sleep while you can.

Chris helps me up why I don't know. But he does and we crawl into bed and cuddle up and I fall asleep in his arms the next thing I know his mother is gently waking me, telling me she's hungrey.

Our sweet angel is brought in to me and Chris wakes up a second before she's brought into me.. she grabs onto my finger as she feeds.

“I love you” he kissed my temple

“I know.”

He kisses her head and she gives him the dirtiest look.

I let out a huge laugh.

"You're just like mama" he boops her nose which does nothing to dispell her dirty look.

"Mommy doesn't like to be disturbed when she's eating either."

"Ignore daddy" her eyes turn back to me, turning soft, "hes crazy."

"She likes you better."

"Baby im sure its just cause she loves food and I'm her only source. And she doesn't like me better its just baby moods." I don't know if that’s a thing but its worth a shot to comfort Chris.

"I know she loves you too. She made grabbed hands towards you before she fell asleep."

"Really."

"Yea. Right my little angel you love daddy too."

We turn on the TV low and Chris put on C-span.

"One way to get her to sleep. But maybe save c-span for night time. Put on a movie."

"Which one?”

“I don't know."

We finally settle on Disney's Snow White and not soon after she finishes eating and fals right back asleep. I hold her as Chris puts one arm around me and one arm around the baby.

His mother comes in without us realizing and apprently took a few pictures before she told us to say cheese.

"I'm tired"

"Sleep my love."

"We should put her down in her crib first I wanna do it together its the first time." I pout. So I'm exhausted I'm barely able to make it to her nursery but I'm determined for us to do this as a family. We gently placed her in the crib And Chris is apprently a master at hiding camera because he got the whole thing on film. We placed her in her crib and

and back before I'm out like a light. Chris later told me he held me while watching the baby monitor like a hawk until he fell asleep. I mean she's safe and were home and safe. Theres nothing I need more than what I have right now, snuggling into my husband the perfect first time home.

Ok sure she woke up up for feedings (which Chris got up to get her, and diaper changes and swaddling but she's a baby they do that but she's still a perfect baby... our baby... mine and Chris' perfect baby

Tag list

@sapphire-rogers @nana1000night @hawkeyes-queen @patzammit @sparklybarbarianninja

[bbs-backlog-challenge]

Fin or Bin: Shining Resonance Refrain

My whole life, I've craved a certain… something. I've never quite been able to put words to it, and I lack many of the skills required to make it myself, so my search goes on. A music-based story where music is magic and the songs happen in-universe and have a specific impact on the story. A good example of something that comes close is Gitaroo Man, which I have played to death and love to bits, but it's not quite hitting that intangible sweet spot that eludes description.

I saw the Steam page for Shining Resonance and wondered if it might be The One, with its clear focus on music as a theme and the repeated showings of the characters standing in a circle playing their instruments to do battle. And early on, I was hopeful, as Diva Magica Kirika whips out her longbow which is also a harp (possibly the coolest thing I have ever seen in my life and I want one) and enters musical battle with the villainous Princess Excella, who is also very very cool and uses a flute-spear to control dragons. Like, damn, right?

Sadly the musical connection is only skin-deep. I had been hoping for perhaps attacks being timed with the background music making them more powerful, or a quick rhythm-action sequence to cast spells, but it is instead most similar to the Tales Of series. Overworld monsters collide with you, a battle begins, you mash attacks at them until they die, and move on. Even those circular jam sessions in the trailer are no more than mini cutscenes with no interaction that grant a slew of passive bonuses for a short duration after they are completed.

I didn't find what I was looking for here. But what I did find was a passable-to-decent RPG with some honestly very likeable characters and like-to-hateable villains and great voice acting. Cutscenes mostly play out in visual novel style, actions implied rather than shown, which is somewhat a shame.

Fin or Bin:

There's a delightful nostalgic bite to these cheesy, cheap, naff Gamecube/Wii era RPGs (this one originally on PS3), and I am eating. I'd give it a 6/10 on the cheesecake rating; Sonia's boob-window armour is very distracting for all the wrong reasons, but these kinda games often go the weird harem route with all the girls falling in love with MC (except the one who thinks he's s-stupid…!), and that doesn't seem to be happening here- though that might be because MC-du-jour Yuma is the saddest wet cat of a man you've ever seen and couldn't court a chatbot. But mostly, I want to Finish this to find out what the heck is going on with Excella, a villain so cool they put her on the storepage box art instead of any of the protags!

(Steam)

[nekomida]

And here I thought I was the only one.

Came out of recovery for wisdom teeth removal ready to start fighting the nurse bare-knuckled and oozing blood, when my mother wrangled me into the car solo. Went to go fill up the meds and she had to go into the Kroger, left the car running because it was summer in the south and humid as hell.

Needless to say, this did not go as planned.

I scared the absolute bejesus out of an old lady who harmlessly knocked on the window to see if I was okay (I was, mostly just coming out of the ‘I want to fight someone’ mode), and then my mouth just felt too full, so I went into the Kroger (car key in hand, car turned off and locked properly) with my gauze in hand to change it out myself in the restroom. Nobody bothers me, and I wash my hands before and after changing the gauze out.

I pop out, mouth no longer feeling icky and full, simply to run into my mother, who was surprised I was even walking around (this was 20 minutes out of recovery time). We manage to get some easy to eat snacks, and head home mostly in impeded, and I sleep it off.

Little do I know that I have somehow managed to get the flu, and I will preface with saying that with my brother/myself that DayQuil and NyQuil work the opposite way they’re supposed to. DayQuil makes us sleepy, and NyQuil makes us very alert. It makes no sense, and even baffles my husband.

Mid-flu/wisdom teeth recovery I am so out of it that I manage to get up and take my meds, then eat something small and go back to bed. The last thing I remember was eating a piece of cheesecake and downing DayQuil on top of the prescribed painkiller (at the time it was Oxycodone or Percocet, I can’t quite remember). I sleep like the dead, and when I wake up later, my mom tells me that I completely cleared off one counter into the floor (via arm swipe), moved the cooking spices into a strange order, knocked over a chair, and then stumbled into my room before passing out.

We’ve also dislocated joints and snapped them back into place like nothing has happened, my brother has broken both arms (one via punching a 2x4 and losing), and we generally have a weird tolerance for pain/anesthetics.

My grandma also came out of a colonoscopy recovery wanting to fight, and demanded we get her a black coffee and a cheeseburger from McDonalds. My mother doesn’t seem to have the same kind of strange anesthetic/pain tolerance that we do, but she does crave food afterwards like we do (she had ECT a few years back and always wanted a chocolate Frosty and fries afterwards).

Nicole Cliffe has a whole twitter thread about funny/horrifying anaesthesia stories that you should read all of, but this is definitely my favourite  

[yomawiththeboma]

GET TO KNOW ME:

◎ Name: Mariam Dardery (yeah weird name ik, plz don't call me by it. Just call me Youma if you want to address me ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ)

◎ Nicknames that I like: Youma, YomYom, Mari, Boma (means owl in Arabic), Lily, Roma, Sugar Mommy (my friends call me that because I give them my wallet to buy whatever they want whenever they want no matter what was the price, please don't make it awkward ರ⁠_⁠ರ), Moon-ie (I love every nickname so feel free to call me whatever you like and make it as unique as you can! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧)

◎ Born on December 20th, 2004 (I am an old soul in a young body (⁠๑⁠¯⁠◡⁠¯⁠๑⁠) )

◎ Groups I stan: BTS, SEVENTEEN, TXT, ENHYPEN, STRAY KIDS, ATEEZ and ITZY (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

◎ Bais(es): Seokjin & Hoseok (BTS). Jeonghan, Joshua, DK & Minghao (SVT). Soobin (TXT). Heesung (ENHYPEN). Changbin & Han (SKZ). Yunho (ATEEZ). Chaeryeong (ITZY) ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

◎ Favourite colour(s): Red, YELLOW, Sage Green, Baby Blue, white.(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

◎ Favourite animal(s): CATS, OWLS, FERRETS, otters, elephants, parrots, octopuses, LADYBUGS!!!!!♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

◎ Hobby(s): Drawing (just with pencils not using coal or any kind of colours.. just plain). Dancing (I love moving my body a lot and learn new dance moves). Obviously writing. Can cleaning and taking care of children consider as hobbies? Because if so then they are my absolute favourite hobbies, I can just sit with babies and children 24/7 and take care of them like a mother. I enjoy doing housework a little too much, cleaning, mopping, changing sheets, doing laundry, you name it! I also cook everyday every meal for my family (we are five in my family not mentioning my uncles, aunts and their children that come to visit us every weekend). So you can say I am a housewife, a mother and a nanny even though I am not married yet ᕙ⁠(⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)⁠ᕗ

◎ Sport(s): I used to play squash, karate and my absolute favourite sport till now, fencing (I was playing foil if anyone is that curious). Now I don't do sports but I love watching volleyball matches (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

◎ Scared of something?: Yes, I am terrified of escalators. Hate cockroaches the most! (⁠─⁠.⁠─⁠|⁠|)

◎ Favourite dessert(s): CHEESECAKE!!!!! I adore taking it with a very hot mug of Flat White. Also gelato, especially pistachio and mastic \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♬

◎ Favourite movie(s): I don't watch T.V now but I adore Now You See Me, X-Men series and Me Before You… I also love Disney movies (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)⁠・⁠・⁠・(I am a weeb tooヽ⁠(⁠｡⁠◕⁠o⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠.)

◎ About me!: I live near the Mediterranean Sea (Alexandria, Egypt. Search it up, it's a very beautiful city). I am going to college, hopefully «Interior Designing» major. I went to the same school for fourteen years (a lot, right?). I am a very introverted person, like my friends literally drag me out of my house so I can hang out with them. I am a very quiet person until I get comfortable with you (I am your problem now ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭)

I hate eating and I don't enjoy it a single bit. I have been bullied a lot since I was a kid and I don't know how to stand up for myself (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠) (my bestie got my back though).

◎ How do I look like: I am 174cm tall and 68kg. My eyes are exactly like Taehyung (BTS) including the thick eyelashes, eyebrows and even the different eyelids! I smile like Joshua (SVT), yet I laugh like Jhope (BTS), my lips are the same as Minghao (SVT). My personality though is like Namjoon (BTS) and S.Coups (SVT) (but more like Namjoon's since we have a lot of beliefes and hobbies in common). I have reddish-black curly short hair (a little over my shoulders), I wear glasses, I have a big birthmark on my left cheek that I absolutely adore (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

◎ I love answering any questions no matter how personal or how weird they were. Just be respectful while asking and don't be mean (⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠).

[localspacelesbian]

shit i didn't buy any pie ingredients

[astringofmadhousefloozies]

The Birthday Fic

Several months in the making. Started around Ruggie’s birthday (Which is why he’s the opener) completed long past my own birthday.

Content warning for coarse language, sexuality, mentions of illness and the medication needed for managing it, and getting wildly horny to a point that even I was impressed with myself.

As always, there’s more in my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag, send me a message if you liked it! (I know what the birthday gifts were from most everyone, even if not mentioned in-fic.)

~*~*~*~

"I'm sorry dude, what did you say? You ears started going and I just tuned the fuck out."

"I said, 'when's it your turn to have the school-run birthday party?' It's got it be soon." Ruggie's intentionally twitching his damn ears, has to be, and you had to physically shield your eyes to be able to answer properly.

"I don't fucking know, man, I need to have a birthday for that."

"Everyone has a birthday."

"Yeah, but I don't know when mine is."

"Can't Crowley tell you? He's got all kind of magic."

You sighed. "He tried that, so I could remember my proper name. He can't even get a year fix."

"That fucking sucks, Yuu." Ruggie passed you a pop can before cracking open one himself. "You should get one of these, too."

"Ah, maybe Riddle will take pity and dedicate me a specific Unbirthday party." What was this, melon? Not bad.

"That's not the same because you won't get loot."

"Yeah, you wanna go through fifty boxes of chocolates to get rid of all the ones with potion-of-suck-your-dick? I'm good."

He scrunched his nose in disgust. "People still trying love spells on you?"

"Not as much, but I still get Mal to check them over for me. He's good about that."

"He just doesn't want to share."

"Shush."

"It's true!" He stopped for a moment. "Does he know you don't have a birthday?"

"He hasn't realized yet and you're not going to tell him."

~*~*~*~

"Yuu?"

"Trey?" You blinked up at him. You didn't talk as much as you'd like to, mostly because every time he showed up your mouth rapidly filled with whatever treat he'd just made.

"What do you like best for cake?"

"I will literally eat anything that you put in front of me if you make it, even if it's full of shit I hate."

He raised an eyebrow. "Okay, new angle. What don't you like?"

Oh boy, he better prepare himself. "Fondant tastes gross, modeling chocolate is white chocolate so I hate it, a cake should be cake and not mostly fucking icing and rice crispy treats, most icing's too heavy for me if it's not whipped cream- why are you writing this down."

He looked up from his notebook, blinking at you with his pleasing yellow eyes. "Because you always give thoughtful feedback to my baking and I want to make you something as a thank you."

"Oh. If that's it, I'd rather have cheesecake."

~*~*~*~

"Mon Trickster~"

"Rook, I'm trying to re-" You yelped as he squeezed your waist, and you swatted at him. "Fuck's gotten into you?"

"What, I cannot play with my sweet friend?" He'd dragged you from your seat in the library, and was now doing his damndest to twirl you around without ramming you through the tables.

"Not right now! I expect this shit from Floyd, not you." He's going to get you both kicked out of the library if he doesn't smarten up.

"Our dearest Malfeasant is playing with the Rose King right now. Besides, he lacks my talents." He stretched your arms out straight before twirling you around, your back pressed to his front.

"Is that getting away with being a shithead?" you ask as you pap the side of his face, too little force to be a slap but with a similar message of 'stop'.

"Amongst much else, my dear!" He managed to dip you low, bracing one of your legs in the air, and you wiggled out of his grasp with a thump to the floor.

"Ah, what an invitation, ma belle! But alas, I cannot. It could never be. I'll see you at lunch." And he left you there, baffled, on the floor.

You wound up getting kicked out of the library after you started shrieking in rage and kicking like a damned toddler. What the fuck was that about?

~*~*~*~

"People are being weird."

"Everyone's weird around you." If Idia's combo kept, this would be a perfect match. "You encourage it in people with your presence. It's a passive AOE. No fighting against it."

"More than normal."

"It's the curse of spring. If you aren't sneezing, you see pretty girls and get stupid." He got his perfect match, and went back to the lobby. "Even I'm not immune to simp fever and spring flowers."

"You sure? You only go outside so you don't die of Vitamin D deficiency."

He pouted at you. "Girlfriends are supposed to be nice to you, you know."

"If I stopped, you'd wonder what's wrong. Anyway, then you couldn't brag to your followers about a tsundere girlfriend."

"You're not even a tsundere! You genuinely like me even when you're mean." He leaned back and stared at the ceiling. "You're maybe sadodere."

"What's that one?"

"Sadistic yet affectionate."

You opened your mouth but genuinely couldn't argue. He was too fucking cute not to be mean to! What can you say? That pwease-no-buwwy aura he got when distressed was just too much.

"Yeah." He paused, a small smile creeping across his face. "Yuu."

"Yeah?"

"You really like stripes, don't you?"

You looked down, at his blue striped shirt you were wearing. It honestly fit you better than it did him. Further down was pinstriped socks, and if you remembered, the underwear had stripes too.

"What do you think."

~*~*~*~

"Mal?" "Yes?" "Why do you have all this even if you don't wear any of it?" "I do wear earrings now, thanks to you." He dropped another oversized ring onto your finger. "The rest, I simply don't bother with unless I must appear in an official capacity."

"So I'm a special occasion?"

He smiled at you, sweet and genuine. "Always."

"Then why am I your jewelry rack today?" So many necklaces. So many rings. There'd be a crown on your head, too, if the crowns for Draconias weren't essentially elabourate chains hanging off the horns.

"Perhaps I enjoy seeing you wearing my things. You wear Shroud's all the time." He was slowly going through a box of rings, trading them on and off your fingers after puzzling over them.

"Your clothes are tailored, and I'm too big around." You thought for a moment. "So, Mal."

"Yes?"

"Are you planning on something you aren't telling me?"

He blanched and immediately went shift eyed. "Of course not."

You took a breath. "I'm gonna say no."

"Yuu-"

"I'm pretty sure your grandmother would eat me alive if I said yes."

"No!" He made a shushing guesture. "I... am planning something. But not a proposal, my goodness, that would be too much pressure for you and would splinter the kingdom." He sighed. "Even if I would like it."

"I know you would. What are you planning."

"No."

"Yes, tell me."

"It's a surprise. You'll get it at some point in the future."

You thought back to some of the stranger events of the past few weeks. "... is it a birthday party, Malleus."

"Nnnnnnoooooooooooooo?" His face was a desperate, wide-eyed mask of please-believe-me.

"Yes it is."

"I didn't say that."

"You might as well have!"

"It's not." He wasn't even facing you anymore, knowing his face would betray him.

You took a deep breath. 

"I can keep pretending I don't know. I mean, if you want to throw a surprise party, I can't really stop you. And anyway," you added, "If I don't have a set birthday, there's no way I can know exactly when it's coming."

He relaxed, slightly.

"Don't get me a ring, though."

He chuckled. "That does have implications, doesn't it."

"Don't it, though?"

"I was checking what colours were most flattering for you." He finally turned around, all warm smiles. "I should have known. They all look lovely, because you're the one wearing them."

"Stop." You could feel you cheeks reddening. "If it helps, gold doesn't make my ears act up."

~*~*~*~

When you walked to your dorm one warm day, after school, you simply could not see the building for the brambles grown up since you left this morning.

"Yuu?"

"Grim?"

He squinted at you, unimpressed. "Your prince boyfriend has lost his fucking mind. Why'd he do this?"

"I think I know." You looked in amongst the branches, which held no roses, but something better. You plucked off a blackberry and held it to your little shoulder monster.

"Ew, no. I want tuna."

"Suit yourself." There was a path, and if you got on tiptoes, a tent half-hidden behind the briar. "You ready for a party, Grim?"

"What? What party?"

You shifted him from your shoulder to your hip as you walked along, careful of your sore arm. "They decided I needed a surprise party because I don't have an actual birthday. Figured it out like two... three? weeks ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He stopped, looked away, and bristled. "Why didn't they tell me?!?"

"Because you can't keep a fucking secret?"

He yelled and scrambled to the ground. "Hey assholes why didn't you tell me I better be getting presents too-" He's already out of sight, and you can't stop laughing at him. It's better like this, when he's himself.

~*~*~*~

Why is Everyone here. There's a huge stack of presents, there's a buffet table, there's chairs, there's - 

"Shrimpie's here!" And then everyone converged with enough words that it was just a wall of sound; mystery hands leading you to a chair, someone was trying to stick a hat on you -

"Wait!"

People only stepped off and quieted because your voice cracked. Idia, hiding in a corner, managed to raise sympathetic eyebrows before whispering something into Azul's ear.

"I gotta go inside for like, five minutes, I'll be right back." And off you went.

~*~*~*~

"You don't seem the type to do drugs."

You looked up and laughed. "Well, Vil, I gotta get through the day somehow." You shook out two pills and poured a glass of water.

"What are they for?" He leaned against the doorway, as though it wouldn't cover his clothes with splinters and dust.

"These," you said as you pointed to the two in your hands "are anti-nausea. They're new."

"How many of those do you take?" He nodded towards the other bottles on the counter. “I didn’t see them during training.”

"Well," you said, as you started to number them off on your fingers. "I started the first ones after Eliza, to help stabilize my organs, the second ones were immunity-boosting after my pneumonia, I started taking vitamins after that as well, I got sleeping pills for nightmares after Jamil blotted - they don't always work, but hey - and, well." You shook your current bottle. "Your curse vapours are pretty good, it turns out."

He blanched, and you backpedaled. "You weren't yourself, and I only have to take these before meals now. I had to get IVs in the morning for a few days, I couldn't keep... wait, wait, shit, no, I'm sorry, don't make that face -"

Vil crossed the distance, putting his face very close to yours. "You should have told me."

"Why make you feel even worse, man?"

"Because I could have formulated something better for the damage." He flicked your nose, more exasperation than malice. "Cures and poison go hand in hand. I can't fix what was done if I don't know."

"Taking care of my medical woes is not your job, Vil."

"You don't get to tell me what is and isn't my job." He squeezed you close with one arm. "You're just an exhausting little potato."

"I'm a delicious little sweet potato that you can't resist."

He sighed, exhausted. "Yes you are. Now take your pills and stop with secrets."

~*~*~*~

"What kept you?"

"Had to make sure there's room in the fridge for all your food, Trey." He hadn't chosen one cheesecake - he had at least two dozen varieties of bite sized miniatures, labeled by flavour and potential allergens. "You were busy."

"Well, I felt like experimenting. I hope you don't mind."

"You're the one doing me a favour." You looked around, everyone chatting idly with one another. "Where's Mal."

"..."

"I swear to fucking god if he didn't get an invitation to the party he helped organize-"

~*~*~*~

It turns out he'd left to fetch an obnoxiously large bouquet of flowers, the scent so overpowering you thought your chair might tip from the force of it.

"You do enjoy them?" Mal was so cute when unsure.

"Yes, dear." As long as people didn't crowd in again. Lately, you can only take so much sensation before your brain shorts out and you start yelling. "Set them on the table, I'll have to start on them later." Hairspray and an arid room would have those dried within the week.

"Which part of the celebration will we start with first?"

"I don't know. It's my party but you're the ones throwing it. Where's Grim?"

He pointed over to one of the set up tables, where Grim sat in a pile of wrapping paper, furiously kick-scratching at a wriggling toy fish as big as he was, while Cater filmed. "We realized a few days ago he'd be unhappy if he didn't get his own presents."

"Aww. Is there catnip in that?"

He leaned in conspiratorially. "We're not supposed to have any on campus because Kingscholar is susceptible to it."

You went right past normal laughter straight to wheezing.

~*~*~*~

So far, the highlights were: A mycological photobook from Jade big enough to crush someone's head with (that he cheerfully wrote as such on the inside flap), an enormous multipack of slipper socks from Ruggie (with a note saying it was a return on the doughnut-patterened ones you'd given him for his own birthday) and a parure set from Floyd, crafted from thousands of woven seed pearls with carved coral feature beads that was frankly obscene in the amount of money it must have cost. (He, of course, said it was worth it as long as you wore it for him, and simply laughed when you quipped that he meant with clothing right?)

The rest was fantastic, still - various books and movies, a pretty glass vase from Ace stuffed with wildflowers, fine silk dresses from Kalim and a simple belled bracelet tucked in, from Jamil. Currently, you were opening a basket from Vil.

"Oh, wow," you meant with sincerety as you pulled out a light, fragrant soap. "You make this yourself?"

"Yes. There's soaps, shampoo, conditioner, perfumes, lotions..."

You smiled at him sweetly. "You saying I stink, Shoenheit?"

He mirrored your smile right back at you. "Be sure to use them."

"... I'm going to kill you," you said, laughing, as you lobbed the wrapping paper at his face.

~*~*~*~

"Az?"

"Mm?" He was watching with amusement as you looked the jacket over, a lovingly tailored frock coat in periwinkle wool and shell toggles.

"Are you sure this'll fit?"

"Of course." He guestured down the table to Rook, who waved. "He checked your measurements."

"When did-" Ohhhhhh. Oh. Alright. "I'm surprised he couldn't tell by just looking."

"I could, mon ange! But that was more fun!"

~*~*~*~

Malleus barely hid his pout when sliding his box over to you, and it didn't take you long to guess why. "Floyd's jewels really show yours up, huh."

"Perhaps," he said, pointedly not looking at the boy currently playing with Grim.

"Yours are more special because they're from you." When unwrapped, the box was stunning; carved walnut with shell inlaid curlicues. "My god, how old is this?"

"Older than I am," he said with a smile.

"How old is that, Mal."

He just kept smiling, and you rolled your eyes and opened the box to reveal a piece far, far different than the frothy confection Floyd gave you. A single, sizable brooch of gilt and enamel, a tiny faerie woman staring up at you with imperious emerald eyes, she was so lovingly crafted you could see the tension of her muscles and the hair between her legs.

"This piece is only a hundred and fifty years old," he said mildly. "The artist lives in the Valley of Thorns, and created it in the image of her lover." His smile was fond, and sweet. "They're still together to this day. Even if we may not last so long, I hope that it can be as strong."

The sentiment was enough to make you tear up.

~*~*~*~

Several tissues and a bat-shaped blanket from Lilia later, Idia pulled out a large box. And another, and another.

"Uh, Idia."

He just turned red as he stacked another box.

"Dude, holy fuck. What did you do?"

"Looked at your wishlist on your shopping websites." He's flickering pink at the tips of his hair. "Couldn't decide."

"I told him to just get them all!" Ortho looked wildly proud of himself. "Some of them are from me."

You blinked several times. "I thought the sites broke." You started feeling faint. "Idia."

"Yes?" He finally brought out one last box, easily two thirds your height, and set it in front of you.

"Some of those dolls were... so much madol."

He was shifty-eyed. "Yeah."

"Some of the outfits were themselves more than some of the dolls on those wishlists."

Despite the redness, his face was still. "Yeah."

"Oh my god." You're already sitting down, but you need to lie down. "That's too much money."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it."

"Why do you have so much money one of those sites alone was at least a million madol's worth of-"

"Please just open the boxes," he said in a strained voice. "I don't want them all staring."

You take your shaking hands to start unwrapping, mentally trying to figure out which rooms in the building were sound enough to hold obscene amounts of porcelain, resin and plastic. By the time you were done, there were over forty of varying shapes and sizes with complete wardrobes for each; the last not even on any list - that was an art piece near as tall as you, a fine bone china girl with golden curls and knowing eyes from an artist whose work did not go for less than five million madol even firsthand. Your vision greyed at the sight of her, and when you came to your senses, everyone breathed a sigh of relief before spending the rest of the evening treating you as something at least as delicate and precious as her.

~*~*~*~

It's just past sunset, and guests are still milling about. You're not really looking at them, though - you're losing your little friend.

Grim's only himself in daylight, now. Once the night hits, he goes back to the strange, feral thing that laid your wrist open to eat a chunk of solid ink. He's gone twitchy, wordless, pacing with his now headless robot fish in his mouth, before finally tearing through the brambles to god-knows-where.

"... I don't know what to do about it. He doesn't come back at night anymore. What if he doesn't come back at all one night?"

"I won't let that happen." Idia was draped over the back of your chair, idly playing with the wrapping on your wrist. You couldn't see his face, but a curious tension was clear in his voice. "How many of those crystals has he eaten?"

"All of them, as far as I know." There may have been one on the camping trip that you were mercifully excluded from; thankfully your restraining order against Vargas meant that Grimm had been allowed to attend by himself. Good thing, too, your period had arrived weeks early. "Do you think it's like mercury poisoning? The effects get worse as more collects in his body?"

"Maybe. It's something to look into."

You snorted, lightly. "What do you know about it?"

"... Less than I'd like." Before you could ask, he leaned down to your ear to whisper, "I'd rather know you."

"What, now?" You looked around at the tables. "There's still people here-"

You barely stifled a cry when he nipped at your earlobe. "I put on something nice for you~" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he played every trick in his book to goad you. "Unwrap me and see~"

It took every ounce of self control in you to not throw him down on the table and take him right there, in front of God and every student in the school.

~*~*~*~

"I'm too late, I see."

"Close that damned door before everyone hears."

Malleus obediently shut the door to the balcony before setting his slotted pillow on the dresser. "They couldn't even if they had their ear to the door, I soundproofed all our rooms months ago."

"Aren't you clever. Did they buy the excuse?"

"I think that they would have believed that you were going to bed if you did not say it as soon as Shroud went inside looking very proud of himself."

You flopped back onto your pillows, eliciting a sleepy grunt from Idia. "Shit."

"And if you didn't trip on the stairs in your haste."

"Now you're making fun of me."

"Perhaps," he smiled, sitting at the foot of your bed and idly stroking your leg.

"So, why didn't you tail up after us?"

"I am, if I try very hard, capable of some discretion, even when it comes to you," he huffed. "And anyway, someone had to see everyone off, get everything put away, and bring the gifts inside."

Your face fell. "I'm sorry-"

He crept up to put a finger to your lips. "It was very simple. Now," he pressed himself against you and turned to look at Idia's drowsing form, "what is this?"

You snickered lightly to yourself. "I think he found my browsing history." All you'd left on him was a fine pair of silk stockings, with delicate stripes from thigh to toe. You'd never thought he'd even consider wearing something like that, but your pretty blue boy was so full of surprises.

Malleus hummed to himself as he reached out a hand, dragging a finger along one bruised hip. Idia only sighed and fluttered his lashes, and Mal let out a stuttering gasp.

"Do you think," he whispered, voice hoarse, "that if I took these off with my teeth, that he would still stay asleep?"

You felt faint at the thought. "I don't know, but let me watch you try."

~*~*~*~

You awoke, later, to Idia sitting with the blankets pooled around his waist, five of his blue screens open. You couldn't make much sense of them, too sleepy to make out the letters on their obnoxious brightness, so you reached out both hands to squeeze his waist.

He yelped and scowled at you. "Go to sleep."

"No, you." The screens weren't making any more sense, but there was, briefly, a picture of Grim. "What are you working on?"

"I'm almost done," he said, which was not an answer but you were too tired to notice, so you reached up his back to wind a few locks of hair around your hand - and pulled, which lead to another annoyed yelp as he quickly saved and closed his work. "Just say you're weak to light attacks instead of doing that."

"You know I am." When he finally laid back down beside you, you put your face to his chest, as much to block out the light from his hair as for warmth and comfort. No wonder he slept so poorly, he literally gave off blue light every hour of the day, that only dimmed once he was already asleep. "Tell me about it later, okay?"

"Later," he said, and you drifted off between your two boys, which was almost as nice as sleeping with Grim in your bed, but this would have to do until he got better.

[iguessitsjustme]

Ghost Host, Ghost House Ep 2 Thoughts

-I believe this is the last show I’ll do this for. There are a few more shows that I need to catch up on but they are more serious and this format only works for me for slightly absurd shows.

-Yessss spooky spook. This opening gives me wonderful spooky vibes and I ADORE it. 

-Am I, a grown adult, eating three pieces of cheesecake for dinner while watching this show? You bet your ass I am. 

-Are they arguing about expenses in front of him for a reason? Do they need him to pay for the electricity since they’re dead?

-They must be in their ghost world reliving a day that they lived once or something like that. 

-It was a ~dream~ because of course it was. Ooky spooky and all that. 

-MON. Love him. Favorite actor. He just appears in these shows. 

-Also love the afterlife system that’s been established. 

-“Don’t forget to talk to your family before making the exchange so they’re not surprised. Anyway here, I’m ready for you to make the exchange.” BOY SHE HASNT HAD A CHANCE TO TALK TO THEM YET WTF

-Took my eyes off the screen for one second and thought this man was peeing in the bushes. Nope. Just watering the plants. But if that tells you anything about what I expect from these shows. Lotta toilet humor that I could do without. But look at him go. Watering those plants. What a responsible young lad. 

-Pluem and Kevin are cute. 

-ACCEPT THE RIDE. ACCEPT THE RIDE. GET. ON. THAT. BIKE. But also, Pluem, WEAR A HELMET OR I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF. 

-That actually looks good what are you looking apprehensive about. Oh bless he ate it. 

-LMAO he doesn’t own the restaurant. Immediately called out for it. 

-Kevin is literally living with ghosts and can’t find any ghosts because of that. His family will do their best to keep him from being in danger. 

-I love it when the romantic interest barges into the live. It’s always funny. 

-Why they got a shrine on a table?

-Boy you’re scared of ghosts, yet you’re working for some. 

-Just remembered I have queso. I should probably stop eating like a college student if I don’t want stomach problems but I’m here for a good time not a long time back to spooky ghost show

-I love that Pluem’s apprehension is that it’s ghosts and not that he’d be on the internet with a semi popular streamer. Yes get that money. Get paid. Get that bread. 

-Sirs, get this agreement in writing. IN WRITING. Verbal agreements mean nothing. 

-I feel like this show is gonna hurt but I do like that the pairing is two, alive people. As much as I love HCTM and There’s Something in My Room, the inherent tragedy of the inevitable parting always looms and makes me sad. So while I know it’s going to hurt for Kevin to discover his family is full of ghosts, I’m at least happy that he will still have Pluem. 

-This old lady having Instagram is wonderful. I love her. 

-Is Pluem learning that they’re dead right now?

-I haven’t seen ghostbusters but I know that outfit when I see it.

-Aw he saved Pluem as handsome gardener in his phone. 

-Now hold up now what is that boy doin? That’s not your room. What you lookin for?

-These other ghost hunters are going to complicate things. 

-Girl, you think there might be people living there and you still just walk into the house. 

-This is a weird thing to do in a not actually abandoned house. You can tell it’s not abandoned by the good condition everything is in and THE FOOD YOU LITERALLY ATE OFF OF THEIR TABLE GIRL STOP THIS.

-Kevin, now would really be a good time for you to come home. 

-Ah yes, the cops. Good. Get them out of there. OH EVEN BETTER. Pluem with the fake siren. 

-BAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE PERSON THE MOST SCARED OF GHOSTS NOW HAS TO BE IN CAHOOTS WITH THE GHOSTS TO KEEP THEIR SECRET LMAOOOO

[yandere-tech]

Comfort (Jin Bubaigawara X Reader)

Being alone with your thoughts was possibly the worst thing you could be doing right now. Sitting in the darkness of your room, cheeks stained with tears and eyes red, you tried to get rid of the overbearing sensation of...guilt, sadness, loneliness. It all seemed to swirl around in your brain like an angry swarm of wasps, ready to attack with each second you weren't distracted. Having thrown on some feel good music on low, trying to read something that would bring back that smile. When was the last time you smiled? You were sure it was over something stupid like a tiktok video or short clip about a cat. A quick, small laugh and half smile that would dissolve the moment the video was done. The more you thought about it- when was the last time you were happy...?        A shudder of a cry escapes past your lips as you try to keep quiet- knowing the walls of apartment complex were thin as paper- and it was one in the morning. You didn't need to wake up anyone- you certainly didn't need to accidentally wake your boyfriend either. As much as you'd love to cry and cling to him, he had it far worse and you knew it. Constantly battling himself- much like you did. But you knew how to silence your pain, you were his 'home' and, honestly, he was yours. Despite trying to hide these feelings behind dark humor or a half assed smile, he somehow managed to make things better. His ability to somehow deal with everything and still be the most kindest and most loyal man you had ever met.         Your hand had slipped over your mouth as a hiccup and slight whimper manages to slip out. Nothing was helping this time and it felt like the world was slowly closing in on you. Your tears come back full force as the thoughts take off with you again, reminding you of how worthless you were- how lonely you were- how you weren't worth the life you were given. It bombarded you to the point you were doubled over, hand now firmly pressed to your lips to keep from crying out or sobbing, your other hand shakily gripping your hair. The feelings would be gone by morning...You'd fall asleep and you'd wake up feeling numb once again. But right now- in the late hours of the night when sleep wouldn't drag you in, when the darkness swallowed you whole- it felt never-ending.        And that's when you heard his voice, gruff from sleep and concerned. Just the way Jin said your name made the darkness reel back just enough as you quickly look toward the other side of the bed, where the blonde had shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbows, blinking in the low light of your computer glow. Quickly closing the laptop, you wipe at your eyes and try to find a way to make your voice sound normal.        "Sorry, Jin. I didn't mean to wake you." You tell him as you slide your laptop to the side of the bedside table and slowly curl up under the blankets with him. The moment your body is under, he sinks down as well, an arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer.        "Are you alright...?" "We need our beauty sleep, babe." He says before grumbling and opening his eyes once more to look at you in the dark. A small hum escapes you as you run a hand through his hair.        "Just fine." You lie easily. However, you soon feel his hand on your cheek as he strokes his thumb in small circles.        "Then why is your cheek still wet?" "Lying to me- I'm hurt!" He shakes his head a bit, making you tense slightly.        "It's nothing, Jin, really. I just get sappy and over emotional at night." You tell him, taking his hand off your cheek.        "Mnn...You seriously suck at lying..." Jin yawns as he sits up again, pulling you up and into his lap. "Now let's try that again... Why were you crying?" The male asks, resting his chin on the top of your head, his arms wrapped around you in a comforting way.        There was a long pause as you try to think of if you should tell him or not. Unconsciously, you begin to bite and chew on your lip. You wanted to tell him, you really did. But the thought of being so vulnerable- the thought of letting him see the real you, the broken, the damaged, the pieces of you that wanted nothing more than a short drop and sudden stop. Certainly he'd understand better than anyone else! He had too! But- he had so much to deal with already- adding onto that- you didn't want to burden him- or scare him off. You were his rock after all- and if that rock started to slide- who would catch both of you?        As thoughts begin to start up again, Jin gently nuzzles his face into your neck, making you tense slightly.        "Calm down, your heart rate is astronomical." He mutters against your neck, only really making it skyrocket further. "Hah, look at that, I still have the power to distract you." His other personality chuckles, making you huff lightly and look away. "Come on, just tell me what's up... I always open up to you. I always come to you for help when I start to feel down, like I'm splitting- you're my comfort. So- let me do the same for you." Jin says, now messing with your hair. "I'll do my best to help-" "Or at least help in distracting you and making you smile!"        Giving a small sigh, you glance at the male out the corner of your eyes before looking down.        "Okay- but- please- don't hate me." You say, making the blonde pull away briefly to look down at you, confused.        "I couldn't hate you even if I wanted too." "Except when you eat my leftovers! I still haven't forgiven you for the deep fried cheesecake last week!" At this, you can't help but give a short, small laugh as you lean back into his chest.        "Well...I've struggled with really bad depression my whole life." You finally admit, closing your eyes, almost as if afraid to see his expression. "I've been able to bury it around others pretty damn good though. I can easily be around the League or Giran and you- but the moment I have to deal with myself on my own- I dig myself into a deep hole." Feeling Jin's arm move from your waist to lightly tracing your jawline with a finger, you relax a bit more. His touches really were such a nice thing. Gentle and slow. "Most days I just feel nothing. Like- like going through the day is just another task I have to complete. Other days, like tonight- I end up feeling everything at once. There's no stop to it, really." You feel tears slowly stirring up again as you continue. "People half my age have done so much more than me, I feel like, at my age, I should have done something- anything! Yet, I can't find a job, my best friend, only friend and boyfriend are all the same person, I only talk to the League- I don't have friends. And-and." You hiccup as you curl up in his lap, a hand gripping his wrist as you pull it to you in a comforting manner- much like one might a pillow to hold. "I feel like such a disappointment, a failure. Like my life isn't even worth it." Turning to have your face against his chest, you bury your face there and try to stop the flow of tears. "You have to do everything for us- I'm useless- I don't- understand why you'd want someone like me. All I am is a huge headache and mess of a person. I have nothing going for me- so why? Why keep going?" By now, you were sobbing between words and trying to stop the shaking that rocked your body like a chihuahua.        Jin was silent for a moment or two- a real concern, as he was almost never quiet. It seriously made you feel like your heart was in a vice grip- maybe you shouldn't had said anything. You start to pull away, looking up at Jin, who had tears in his own eyes as he held you tighter.        "I'm sorry- that you felt you couldn't talk to me about this." He says, pressing a few kisses to your forehead, he hugs you as if he could lose you the moment he lets go. "I know how it can be- the loneliness- the fear....I know how it feels." Jin's voice wavered, as if he was keeping himself from sobbing on you as well. "But you're my heart. I can't live without you, doll." He states, his breathing hitched slightly. "We're both pretty fucked up, huh?" A weak laugh escapes the male as he nuzzles his face into you again. "Please, if you're going to help me- let me help you too. When you feel like this, I want to be there to cry with you." "And trust me, I can cry a LOT." This earns a small laugh from you as he smiles down at you in the dark, wiping at your tears. "I'm sorry you feel like that. But I want you to know that I love you, alright?" "Like- a lot. It's unhealthy. I think I might be love sick~" He says, gently clutching his head and hissing. "Shuddup." He mutters before sighing lightly. "I'm here for you, okay? And all these thoughts you have? They're just thoughts. We can get rid of them- like fighting off heroes! They may be strong, but we can overcome them!" "Through love and friendship!" Jin gives you a bright smile. "And you'll always have me! Sorry, you already threw out the receipt , no returns." He then gives you a few little chaste kisses, earning one of those laughs you know he adored so much.        A small smile pulls onto your lips as you look up into those grey-blue eyes of his. Maybe this was a good thing for you- for both of you. Opening up to him was relieving and he seemed all too happy to hear you out. Jin had a way with words- even when he didn't mean too. It really did brighten the rather deep and unending tunnel. You knew the feelings wouldn't just vanish...But at least with Jin, there was someone to help you battle off these demons with. The way ahead would be heavily loaded with trials- but maybe just having someone there for you- at your side- would be the saving grace to keep you from diving into a permanent solution to this feeling.        "Okay, okay." You sniffle lightly before leaning up and kissing his lips lightly. "I'll try and come to you when I'm like this from now on." You assure him before he gives you a rather excited smile.        "I'm gonna be such a good supportive man." He says, pulling you back onto the bed with him, with you resting on his chest. "We're both pretty crazy, huh? Like we cancel out each other's weirdness." He teases as you get comfortable.        "Cancel out is a strong way to put it." You hum as you look up at him, his hand gently stroking your hair.        "Fine, fine- we help each other out mutually now." Jin chuckles, the rumble in his chest sending such a small signal of happiness to your brain that you finally feel a slight genuine smile. He was such a good man- How you were so lucky to have him, you didn't know.        "So- how about some depression sex~?" His other personality asks, making Jin smack a hand to his forehead. "I-Ignore that." He mutters, shaking his head. "This is seriously not the time for that." He says, lightly smacking himself a few times in the head. You grab his hand and gently pull it down, placing a kiss on his palm.        "Mnn, maybe it would help distract us though." You tease before giggling as he get's all flustered.

[irispurpleflower]

Funny Moments

*Han lifting up his nose in a weird way*: Hey seungmin would you still love me if I looked like this *makes weird face*

Seungmin: funny of you to think I love you at all. Also your regular face is worse then that.

Han: Why are you so mean to me :(

Seungmin: Ok, ok sorry. But it’s true.

Han: I am leaving to never return.

seungmin: Oh really well I guess I’ll have to eat the cheesecake all by myself.

han: …

Han: I will never return after I devor the cheesecake.

[ezekielbhandarivalleros]

Food Addiction

Paring: Jake Tweneboah (MC), Jackie Varma and Bryce Lahela (Mentioned)

Summary: Jake finds out about Jackies eating problem

Taglist: @princess-geek @gamechoices-player @secretaryunpaid @arnikki-2406 @choicesficwriterscreations @riana-drarry @treasure-seeking-elf @lisha1valecha

Jackie Varma, from her charming smile to her curvaceous body, had always been one of the most eye-catching Doctors of Edenbrook though this title swapped hands now and again with the slim, leather-clad, Bryce. When Jake had first seen the perfect curves and inviting eyes of Jackie, and the fiendish, good looks of Bryce, he hadn't known which he liked more. Working at the Hospital had brought him closer to Jackie than he ever thought possible.

However cosmically lucky Jake felt that he had somehow managed to score Jackie as his life partner, there was something clouding his vision recently. Jackie wasn't perfect, and perhaps the worst of her imperfections, as Jake had recently discovered, was Jackie's eating problem.

Though she knew logically it wasn't smart, she had taken during the reopen and had been unable to quit since. No matter how hard she tried to hide it or how many times she tried to quit, the only thing to take the edge off her energetic, high-stress life was a nice meal at the nearby fast food place the end of the day before heading hoe. (And often after lunch, she sheepishly admitted).

"I just feel like myself when I'm stuffing my face," said Jackie.

"Babe, that's not true at all, in fact in some weird way it's kinda... hot," he added, looking a little lost in thought as Jackie screwed up her face in confusion. "But that's not the point Varma the point is, I know we can help you quit, together."

"How?" said Jackie in a small voice.

"Replace that urge with something else!"

"More Eating?" exclaimed Jackie, her eyes lighting up.

"No, an existing urge doesn't count," said Jake.

"Awwww..." whined Jackie, disappointed. "Well... what's something I love to do, that I could do all the time without any consequences?"

"How about Keeping a diary?" suggested Jake. "You can wirte about eating without, forcing yourself to eat"

"That's true," said Jackie. "I ate a ton in college, and I never gained a pound. I suppose, genetically, I'm very fortunate to have this body."

"So am I," said Jake with a wink.

Two weeks later (Jake’s Idea didn't work and Jackie picked up her eating old eating habits, for a while Jake didn't see a problem in it as she didn't do it much but after a while it started to take a toll on Jackie's life)

"Hey Jake, do you think these pants shrunk in the dryer?"

Jake looked up, and was momentarily shocked to see a very tight pair of Jackie's regular work pants, squeezing her quite a bit tighter than they usually did. An inch or so of hip fat was spilling out from either side Trying not to make his gaze

Holy crap. I think she's actually starting to get fat. Jake had not expected this, and clearly neither had Jackie.

"So, just out of the blue... how much have you been eating lately?" asked Jake nonchalantly.

"Oh, not a huge amount really... I had a few extra lunches over the course of the day and it totally worked! I haven't eaten that much since last moth!"

"A few extra lunches?" said Jake , astonished.

"Yeah, with some snacks in between to hold me over. Well, plus that cheesecake I picked up last night."

"Cheesecake?" said Jake quizzically. "I don't remember a cheesecake."

"Yeah, I ate it all," said Jackie, now blushing a little. "All by myself. I suppose that was a lot. I guess I really can put away a ton of food if I want to! I just wish it didn't stick to me!" She bent down to get am undershirt shirt from her drawer, and Jake noticed a larger than usual display of hip fat puffing out over her waistband as she did so. He peeked curiously around the side of her, and was met with a very unflattering view—the beginnings of a very soft belly spilling way over her waistband as she bent back up to put the shirt on.

"Jeez, do you think this shrunk too?" said Jackie, frustrated as she pulled the tight white undershirt over her body, looking down at the rather unsightly little bulge that was now visible stretching out the front of the shirt. "If I didn't know better, I'd say those extra lunches were getting to me!" She laughed. "But I'm pretty sure I haven't gained anything. I would know. Nope, the calories just roll right off me! You don't think I've gained anything, right Jake?" She sounded almost desperate, like she was trying to convince herself.

Jake took another glance at the soft new flesh pushing at Jackie's waistband, and gulped. "Nope! You look... slim as ever!" he lied through his teeth.

Well, whatever works, right? Happy wife, happy life.

One month later

"Jake, I'm a little worried about Jackie," said Ethan stoically. "Her early departure from work today is highly uncharacteristic."

"Well, she said she was feeling a little sick," said Jake. Probably because she'd already had two very greasy lunches by noon, he added in his head. But Ethan didn't need to know that.

"Still, that's highly unusual for her," Ethan insisted.

"What do you mean?" said Jake.

"You'd better go and check on her," said Jake. "She has seemed quite stressed recently, and, if you'll excuse the indecency, eating rather a lot."

"What? She's not getting fat," said Jake quickly.

"I... didn't say she was," said Ethan with a confused look.

"Oh," said Jake. "Did I say... getting fat? I meant, uh... getting fine. She's getting fine, just fine!" He turned his head to the side and shook it, as if to say What the hell did I just say?

"Well... be that as it may," said Ethan slowly, squinting at Ethan, "I thought you would leap at the opportunity to leave work early."

"Thank you Doctor! Jackie doesn't know I'll be coming home early. But she likes a good surprise, so I don't think I'm going to tell her."

"I'm not sure how the lack of information makes anything better," said Ethan in an almost robotic tone, "but if you must. Give her my regards."

"Will do!" shouted Jake over his back, already turning to run back to the bus stop. "I'm gonna have the happiest wife in the world!"

Jake giggled excitedly as he walked up to the front door of his house, knowing Jackie would love a good surprise.

"Honey, I'm home!" called Jake in a thick sitcom voice, as he grasped the door handle and pushed.

What Jake heard next was a scream of surprise... and what he saw, he was not prepared for.

A bloated, frosting-smeared Jackie Varma was laying on the couch by the open window, wearing nothing but a pair of panties, holding a donut in one hand, and a in the other. On the table in front of Amy was a mostly-empty box of donuts, and it was fairly clear this hadn't been a box she was slowly working on���she'd bought them and wolfed them all down that afternoon. Chocolate frosting was smeared across Jackie's lips and dotted across her breasts and stomach. And now that he was looking at her stomach, exposed to the world and filled with donuts, Jake finally couldn't deny that it was noticeably fatter than it had ever been. Even in her reclined position, it bulged several inches outward into a round globular mound, and it was even beginning to jiggle a little bit every time she hiccuped or burped... both of which she was now doing.

Jackie stuffed the rest of her half-eaten Boston Cream donut into her mouth. She sat up, which Jake couldn't help but notice caused her newly engorged stomach to bunch up into several ungainly rolls, and continued in a rather embarrassed and hopeless tone, "I definitely was not and stuffing my face with donuts..."

"What in the..." Jake began, but Jackie cut him off. She coughed hoarsely, a cigarette smell still ripe on her breath, and gestured vaguely towards the box of donuts. "This happened."

"Oh, babe," said Jake, trying to figure out how to handle this bizarre situation. "

"And now I'm fat," she moaned sadly, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Oh honey, you're not—"

Jackie interrupted him with a raised-eyebrow look.

"Okay, so you got a little fat," said Jake delicately. "But honestly? I'm into it. I love you, big or small."

"You really mean that?" said Jake.

"I really mean it," said Jake. "Hell, seeing you like this is kind of hot. It's such a change from your normal strict self."

"That's why I hate it," said Amy quietly.

"Oh come on," said Jake, picking up the last remaining donut. "Here, just one more."

"I can't, Jackie, I'm already fat..."

"No way," said Jake "You're beautiful at any size. And you love donuts."

"I do love donuts," admitted Jackie, her eyes glinting. "Okay, one more."

"Once all this is done, I'll find some way to help you fix this chapter of your, you hear me?" Jake leaned over and give Jackie's open belly a kiss.

[cherryrpmemes]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓ ☾ 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗) 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

“I wasn’t always this cracked. I used to be normal.” “I hate this fucking song!” “You and me are going out tonight.” “What time is the show?” “I’ll pick you up at 8:30.” “Wear something cute, okay?” “Girls like her don’t go out with drummers.” “That’s fucking weird.” “You always do what ____ tells you to do.” “You guys don’t have anything in common.” “It smells like Thai food in here.” “Have you guys been fucking?” “Let’s go to the club!” “You’re just jell-o ‘cause you’re not invited.” “Clubs are for attractive people in populous urban areas. Clubs have DJs and champagne. All we have is a jukebox and a sticker toilet...” “I wonder if he’s circumcised.” “You can totally tell they’re from the city.” “I think they need to two groupies.” “We have all the power, don’t you know that?” “You play your instruments really super good...” “Can I buy you a drink?” “Look, I didn’t know you had feelings.” “I had to stay home and sit on a bag of frozen peas.” “Listen, it’s really dangerous out here.” “You wanna head some place safer, like my van?” “I’m in survival mode right now, and I want us to get to a familiar place.” “You do have a tendency to over-react.” “Well I’m glad you didn’t die.” “I’m crazy sorry about your profound loss.” “I can take care of myself.” “One day you’re gonna be crying out for me and I’m not gonna be there.” “You should be happy for me since I’m having the best day since, like, Jesus invented the calendar.” “It’s true. It’s on the Wikipedia.” “We need them now more than ever.” “No offence, but you look really tired. Is everything okay?” “I just got Aquamarine on DVD. It’s about a girl who’s like, half-sushi.” “This isn’t really your house, is it?” “Do you even know my last name?” “I thought boys like you were really into vermin and death and shit.” “You're such a cliché.” “I have never heard you drop the f-bomb before.” “I don’t know if we should go through with this.” “Do you wanna be a big loser or do you wanna be rich and awesome like that guy from Maroon 5?” “Go and fetch me the ritual, brother.” “Do you know how hard it is to make it as an indie band these days?” “They did go all Benihana on my ass with that knife and it should have killed me, but for some reason it didn't.” “Does anyone know you’re alive?” “We're gonna sort all this out, okay?” “And ever since then, I just knew what I had to do to be strong.” “Did you make reservations at the Cheesecake Factory?” “I've been through the occult section at the library five times.” “Didn't you hear me calling your name?” “Why don't you just come here and kiss me again?” “St. Jude, patron saint of hopeless causes, please give me the power to crush this bitch.” “God, do you have to undermine everything that I do?” “I am still socially relevant.” “I am going to eat your soul and shit it out, ____!” “I should have believed you.” “I think I already died before you got here, but I woke up when I heard your voice.” “Do you buy all your murder weapons at Home Depot?”

[itisannak]

Tease (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: It's (Y/N)'s birthday and Ashton has planned a little private party. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Striptease / Oral; Female Receiving) (Request: @shamelessaussiefangirl​) (Words: 1.9k) 

"What time are you going to be back from work?" Ashton asks me as I rub some lotion on my skin post-shower. "I don't know. 6, 6-ish... Depends... Why are you asking?" I ask him, turning my head to look at him. "I just want to make dinner plans for us tonight." He shrugs his shoulders and I groan, my face morphing in an unwilling expression. "Can we just get takeout? I wanna be with you tonight, just you." I ask and he hums, pecking on my bare shoulder. "Whatever birthday girl wants, birthday girl gets. Any preferences for the cake?" He asks. "It can be whatever you want, as long as it is chocolate cheesecake." I comment and he chuckles. "That leaves so many options..." He mocks me, tracing his finger over my skin. "Birthday girl gets what birthday girl wants." I shrug, standing up from the bed. "She sure does... Especially when she looks mighty fine like you do." He whistles, making me roll my eyes at him. "Are you trying to get in my pants, Irwin?" I ask him, picking up the outfit I've picked for the day. "Is it working? Because I have more if it doesn't." He states and I bite my lip, kinda into his whole mood right now. "Oh, it is working alright. You will just have to wait until I get back from work." I chuckle and he hums. "I'll be right here waiting, princess." He winks, eyeing me up and down as I dress up.

My day at work has been pretty boring; other than the birthday cake my colleagues brought for me, I had nothing else interesting at work. Maybe because my mind was stuck back at home, imagining me spending the day with Ashton. My first birthday since we've moved in together, and I really hoped I could have spent it with him instead of at work.

I push my key in the keyhole, unlocking the door and letting myself in. The first thing I notice is the flowers all over the floor. From roses to baby's breath and wildflowers, the floor is full of paths made of them. "Ash?" I call, leaving my purse and keys on the island by the entrance. "Dinning room. Go wash up." He responds, making me strut cheerfully to the bathroom. I have been absolutely famished for the past couple of hours, and I really wanted to have dinner the moment I walk into the house.

I find him leaning back against the table, wearing a pair of leather pants and a white shirt that is ridiculously buttoned way low, giving me plenty of a view of his chest. "Hi there." I greet him, licking my lips at the sight; really appreciate the fact he hasn't shaved his little chaff yet, which really makes him look a little rougher. "Sit." He orders, pulling a chair out for me. "Where's the food?" I ask and he points at the chair. "I said sit." He says sternly, making me press my thighs together at the tone of his voice. "Promise you are not going to laugh at me..." He says, turning to grab his phone. "When have I laughed at you?" I ask and he cocks an eyebrow at me. "Wanna have this conversation, really?" He asks me, starting the music. He leaves the phone on the table as Birthday Sex starts playing, and he moves before me, swaying to the beat of the music as he unbuttons his shirt more.

I bring my hands to cover my mouth, eyes sparkling with excitement as he strips for me. "Holy fuck." I utter, scanning him as he moves his hips. He was never much of a dancer, but he looks way too sexy right now. He moves closer, grabbing my wrists and putting my hands on his body. "You learned how to dance? For me?" I ask and he hums, letting my hands roam his body as he moves. "I saw the way you were gawking at the guys from Magic Mike..." He replies thrusting his hips forward. "You look so much better than all the guys combined..." I comment and he hums. "I know I do. I've been planning this for 2 months now..." He states and I gasp, feeling a little special that he put so much effort into my birthday surprise. "Wanna help me unzip the pants?" He asks, pushing my hand down until it grazes over his bulge. "You are hard..." I whisper and he nods. "Wanna see how hard?" He asks, rolling his hips. I look at him mesmerized, my tongue wetting my lips. My hand reaches for the button of his pants, opening it and sliding down until it opens and he lowers it down his hips. He pulls them completely off, kicking them to the side. He leans closer, placing his hands on my thighs and lowering himself as he spreads them, making my skirt rise up.

He starts kissing along my thigh, all the way towards my slit, which has been pulsing since he started his little show. "You are wet, aren't you? You are wet for me?" He asks, his eyes darkening. "You don't even know..." I moan and he hums, pleased by his achievement. "Oh, I think I know." He slips his hand under my skirt, running two fingers along my core over my panties. My body jolts and I slide on the chair, giving him a bit more access. "I shouldn't leave you dripping on like that..." He says, hooking his arms under my thighs. He picks me up, carrying me only for a few seconds until we reach the table.

He unzips the zipper of my skirt, making my shimmy out of it as he pulls it down. I work on taking off my blouse, arching my back as I raise it off my body. Ashton spreads my legs and kneels between them, pulling me closer to his face. He pulls my underwear to the side, giving my core a long lick, from my entrance to my clit, flicking his tongue over it before he hooks his fingers into the hem of my underwear and tearing them apart. He gets right into business, burying his face in and swirling his tongue around between my folds. My eyes flutter the moment his tongue curls on my clit, toes curling at the sensation. "Ash..." I cry out, bringing my hand to his hair. The fluffy black locks feel silk soft in my hand, so pulling on them is actually so satisfying. He laps on my pussy, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. "Ashton, I need more..." I plead, bucking my hips up in the air. He parts my lips and slips his fingers inside me, pumping them fast on my spot. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking harshly as I roll my hips on his face. "Fuck..." My eyes roll back and I tremble, feeling electricity running down my spine. "Ash..." He moves his fingers faster, making me dig my nails in my palm. He brings his face away from my core, planting kisses on my thighs. "I need to be inside you. Or else I will burst in my pants." He groans and I moan in approval, stroking his head. "I need you." I whimper and he chuckles, standing up and bringing his fingers out. He lowers his briefs, freeing his cock completely before he spreads my legs more and wraps them around his waist. "I am going to fuck you up so well, princess..." He licks his lips, lining up to my entrance. "Please." I whisper, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. Music is still playing in the background, setting up some tempo.

He thrusts in, making me slide a bit back on the table. I feel a tightness in my stomach, making me groan as he moves inside me. His face morphs into a tensed expression, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip as his eyebrows are pushed together. "You look so hot like that." I mumble, bringing my hand to stroke his cheek. "You should see yourself, princess. You look so hot with my cock inside you..." He groans, leaning closer to trace his lips over my neck. "It's going to be so weird eating on this table from now on." I whimper, pulling him closer by his waist. "It is going to be the best part of the day." He states, thrusting inside me more forcefully. I bite my lips and close my eyes, letting the sensation sink in. He groans while my walls spasm around him, making him slam his hand on the table as he stops for a moment, just feeling me around him. I watch his arms flexing, the veins and knuckles of his hand becoming more prominent. I buck my hips, driving his cock deeper inside me, making me more greedy for him. "I am going to fucking lose it." He growls, bringing his hand to travel up the curve between my hip and ribs, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. "I really wanna fucking cum inside of you... I really wanna fill you up..." He whines; his breath is becoming more rapid, shallower and a little forced as he looks me in the eye. I look at him with my doe eyes, eyebrows furrowed, and lip pouting as I nod my head at him. "Fill me up, daddy..." I assure him and arch my back, letting his cock hit my spot a little better.

I feel him twitching inside me, veins bulging against his length as he slams into me, holding onto me tightly as he becomes more intense with his thrusting. "Call me daddy again and I will make you a mommy..." He says through gritted teeth, making my spine tingle with excitement. "Please, daddy." I dig my nails in his arm, dragging them down to his wrist. "Fuck..." He screams; it is almost animalistic, coming from deep in his chest. I cum around him, and I swear, my face takes the stupidest expression, with my mouth open and my muscles tensed up. I throw my head back and arch my back more off the table. "Shit... You look so good like that." He groans, giving me slow, deep thrusts. "I can't take more..." I whine as I feel him against my cervix. "Yeah, you can... Of course, you can, baby." He praises me, stroking my hair. "Please, cum... Cum..." I plead and he groans, giving me everything he's got. He cums inside me, making his face tense and jaw twitch as he shoots his load in me. It feels warm and nice, him pulsing inside me only adds to my orgasm.

He collapses on me, still buried deep inside me. He is warm and a little sweaty, but he feels like home to me. "Happy birthday, babygirl..." He says, smirking at me as he presses his lips on my nose. "It has been the happiest birthday of my life actually." I comment, grazing my fingers over his face. "We are having a party on Saturday. A proper celebration for you. But tonight, it is you and me." He says, planting his lips on mine. "Just how I like it." I giggle against him lips, making him chuckle. "I have ordered food, and of course there is cake..." He says, making me moan at the thought of getting some food in my stomach. "I am starving..." I state, making him sigh. "Ok... Let's get clean and we can have dinner." He says, moving from inside me. "Can we watch a movie with dinner? And cuddles? I've missed you cuddling me..." I pout and he hums, smirking at me. "Ok, princess. I can't say no to you, can I?" He asks and I shrug. "I guess not." I bite the inside of my cheek.

My Masterlist

[fit-as-fxck]

How things are going for me this month (February):

I have 110 days until 20 weeks of training for the next marathon begins. I’d be shooting for the in-person Indy Monumental November 8th. This is what I will be striving for all summer. I hope it all pans out. A full weekend in Indy and running the race would be hella fun and I’d probably be so happy I’d cry across the finish line. I want it so bad. We’ll see. A girl can dream of long distances and staying injury free. I’m focusing on getting really really strong and managing my diet right now. The weather has been terrible which makes running outside awful (it’s not the cold, it’s the fact that nothing has been plowed and I can’t get footing in 12 inches of snow and ice and I haven’t been able to run in it consistently). I would say i’m running a couple to a few times a week - just short runs and topping out at 5 miles. I’ve been on the bike as I don’t want to lose all cardio conditioning but my focus is on getting strong strong strong (even if I have to lose some cardio) so my body can withstand those long distances longterm. I even started taking creatine and I’m feeling the extra water in my muscles and the added strength benefits. My diet has been high fat, high protein and low carb. My coworkers have not been supportive in my efforts.. Weird. Even my biggest fan and most supportive friend, who happens to be a 54 year old man on his own health journey, is constantly trying to convince me to break my diet decisions with the argument that I’ll just “burn it all off” and “girl, eat a carb, you probably need it” “just have some cheesecake” Food is all around my workplace. Burning it off isn’t really my goal though. Doesn’t that just continue the cycle of being a glycogen burner instead of a fat burner? It just goes to show you need to listen to yourself and yeah, I am trying something different and don’t know how it will play out but as long as I eat enough to fuel, I don’t think it will hurt me much. The peer pressure is real though. So real. Even from well intentioned coworkers. I might be wrong but there’s only one way to find out when you try something different. The carb depletion has felt intense at times and absolutely awful in every way, but other than that I’ve been fine and don’t carb crash anymore. Should be fine as long as I eat my macros (especially protein!!) but on the days I don’t track.. I know I’m not hitting them. I’ve always struggled with that, idk. Terrible. Getting in my own way like that. Gotta make sure to eat consistently. My goals depend on it. When I mess up, I don’t dwell on it and instead just pick up where I left off - hoping that consistency wins. Analyzing what you’re doing wrong and what is holding you back and then intentionally fixing that is hard. I struggle so much. This won’t be forever. I’ll encorporate more carbohydrates down the road when I feel ready and I’m done experimenting. I probably have a few lbs to shed anyways. I am sitting higher right now. But I am pretty proud of my pull up progress in just a few short weeks. I was able to pause during my 11th five-second-negative and pulse myself back up the other day and that made me feel pretty dang strong for a hot second. I don’t know how I’ll fair running during the heat of summer because it’s scary af (Imightdie) but I might as well shoot for the moon. I am scared of the things I want but I’m not going to let it stop me because that sounds worse than wanting it. Might as well start gradually incorporating more easy base running and find a way to work it in alongside my strength work and recovery work 🙃 it feels like A LOT to juggle but other people can so no reason why I can’t. Anyways, I just gotta keep reminding myself to stick with it and if I stick with it long enough it’ll pay off. Persistence. Patience. Faith. I haven’t seen the inside of a gym in a year and i’m stepping back inside one tonight at 3am to get some quiet treadmill miles in and lift. Ok That’s enough talking to myself 😂 I’m going to remind myself to step into this with persistance, calm and the strength I know I have. I can do this, ok? Ok. I got me.

[hiddles-evans-hallucinations]

How Did We Get Here? - 5

Summary: The pictures of (Y/N) and Chris keeps on getting out in the media for the public eyes. The fans are going crazy, but as they tried their best to hide it and keep their relationship to themselves, their feelings to flaunt each other is bigger.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: AGE GAP 

Note: a sucker for a fluff and fanfics or imagine that makes me UWUUUUUU so imma push myself to write and smiling like an idiot the whole time for the last chapter!!! // Also using celebs paparazzi shoot’s pics bc it kinds of matches with the mood I’m going for. And for the last chapter I’m using dakota and jamie cause they’re really cute on and off set. HOPE YOU LIKE IT. 

*gifs and pics are not mine*

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 

Chris and I had to fly separately to Italy for the premiere, I was there first as I was talking to Judd when I heard a loud scream from the fans. I look to my left and found Chris smiling (gif), escorted by two men in black suits. 

My face lights up when I see him, but apparently it looks like he already saw me first before I did. 

He looks so good. 

Chris waves to the screaming girls as he approaches me and swing me around. “Hi, handsome.” I whisper. 

He pulls away and take a look at me. I was wearing a black dress. Chris bites his lower lip as he checks me out. I pull out my tongue and scrunch my nose at him making him laugh. “So beautiful.” he said with a hand on his chest. 

“Don’t cry now.” I pat his shoulder making him laugh again. 

The fans were screaming as we talk to each to each other. “KISS!” one shouted and followed by another loud screaming from them. Chris and I laughed as we hug each other one more time. 

The premiere was like usual, we spend time sometimes together for a quick interview sometimes we do it alone. I spend most of the time talking to people, taking pictures with fr I was so tired and my feet hurts that when everything and everyone seems to forget about me and I’m glad, I ask Pammy to take me to the SUV in the parking lot to chill. 

The driver turn the AC on and leave me alone as I texted Chris. 

(Y/N): ‘I’m probably gonna go before you, my feet hurts so bad.’ 

As I lay my head back and put my phone on my stomach, just when I was about to shut my eyes, the door was open. “There you are.” Chris said as I smile tiredly at him. 

“I just texted you,” 

Chris pulls his phone out of his pocket. “You did, baby?” he checks his phone and nodded. “Oh yeah, you did. 

“How did you know I’m here?” 

“Pammy told me.” 

I nodded my head. “Right, she loves you that much, she’d spoil where I am hiding to you right away.” 

“Were you hiding from me?” 

I shook my head smiling goofily. “No.” 

He jumps into the seat next to me after calling the driver. 

I stay quiet  the whole ride, I didn’t even know where we’re going, we did make plans that we would stay together on tour since we didn’t have any other movies to shoot currently. Pammy told me that tomorrow or in 1.5-hous is Chris’ birthday, I have his presents in my suitcase just before I flew here. I had to double check to Wikipedia to make sure Pammy isn’t fucking with me. 

“Hey, did you booked the hotel already?” 

Chris turns to me, his eyes are tired, “Of course, booked it two-weeks ago.” I look at him surprised. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, I wanted to spend my birthday with you.” 

I raise my brow at him with a smirk. “Oh... so you’re telling me tomorrow’s your birthday?” Chris smiles, amused. He slides his arms around my waist shifting me closer to him, I shyly place my head on his shoulder as he puts another arm on my stomach and rest his chin on my head. 

“Do I get a special treatment for my birthday?”

I chuckle. 

“Special treatment? You wish.” I huff. 

When we arrived, there’s no paparazzi, Chris let himself out first, and as I was putting my heels back on, Chris opens the door for me. I smiled at him, puckering my lips as he leans forward to kiss me quick. 

He grabs my heels and carry it for me. I just can’t stop looking at him and think of how lucky I am to have him. Chris is hands down the most kind and caring person I have ever met in my life and now me being with him, I just feel more and more lucky every day. 

“I need to go to the bathroom first, give me the spare key.” 

I was thinking if Chris went up first I can ask for a cake for him upstairs. But, of course, “No, baby, I’ll wait for you.” I can’t help but smile.

I look around if I can have the front office guy look at me. As the guy, take a glance at me, I gesture him to follow me. Chris was looking at his phone, so for now, I’m safe to make a plan. 

“Can I help you Miss?” 

“Could you please send a slice of cake to our room at 11:58 on the clock?” 

He looks back to Chris then to me. “Right, what kind do you want?” 

“What do you have?” 

“We have the cheesecake, red velvet, classic chocolate-” 

“Classic chocolate it is.” I said to him with a smile. “Thank you. And I need one candle, and also please don’t knock, at 11:58 I’ll be right out.” 

He smiles back at me as I make my way to Chris whose eyes wanders around the interior design with its historical pictures on the wall. 

We walk into our room with him still carrying my heels. I didn’t let go of his hand until he has to open the door. I’ve never felt like this before and it’s weird, I never dated guys who were older than me until Chris, but with him, my heart race like I’ve never been before and I feel safe and I never felt like this dating guys my age. 

I look at my phone it’s 15-minutes until his birthday, Chris took off his jacket and say, “I’m gonna go shower.” I nodded my head. “I’ll do it in the morning, I’m too tired.” He smiles and kiss my head. 

Every time he kisses me, or even just a peck on my forehead, it sends electricity through my veins. 

I take off my dress, grabbing one of his white t-shirt and put it on as I remove my makeup while he was in the shower. I check my phone once again, 5-minutes. 

Chris walk out wearing the bathrobe and threw himself to be, opening his arms wide for me as I jump next to him making him chuckle. 

I keep on counting the minute. 

“I’m gonna get a drink, do you want some?” 

“That’d be great, thank you, baby.” I peck him on the lips and make my way out to the door. 

The guy from the front office stood there with a slice of chocolate cake with the candle in it. I specifically ask for one candle, ha, because of course, who likes it when your candle drizzles down to your cake? Nobody. 

He lit it up for me as I walk slowly to the bed and sing, “Happy birthday to you..” 

He looks at me with the cutest reaction (gif). 

“Happy birthday dear Chris... Happy birthday to you.” 

I stood there for a second, biting my lower lip nervously at him as he stood up. Kissing me passionately before looking at the cake and back to me. “Make a wish.” I said. 

He shuts his eyes for a minute and blow the candle. 

“Thank you, (Y/N)..” 

“The surprise isn’t over yet!” I said handing him the cake and went to my suitcase to get his present. 

Chris placed the cake onto the table near us and open the present and pout in response of how cute it is. 

A matching sweater for him and Dodger, his got Dodger’s face on it and Dogder’s got Chris’ face. 

“Oh man... this is the cutest thing ever...” 

I look at him excitedly, I knew he’d like it because if my puppy’s still alive and someone give me those sweaters for my birthday, I would probably cry. 

“Thank you, I love it.” 

I kiss him once more. 

. . . . 

I took a shower when Chris was still asleep, and as I was having breakfast in the balcony looking at the view of Venice, I open Instagram and uploaded a picture of us together on set.

‘Happy birthday America’s ass @chrisevans there wouldn’t be Nala if Benji don’t exist. You are the reason many people smile today, including mine.’  

I smiled at the picture, it was the first time we had our kiss on set but many more off set. I put my phone and eat my breakfast with my feet up on the balcony wearing bathrobe and a towel wrapped around my head. 

A solid ten-minutes later, my phone didn’t stop buzzing from the notifications. I remember I turn off my notifications for Instagram. “What is going on..” I look it up and there was people tagging me in a photo by Chris. 

‘IS THAT @(Y/N/L/N)?!?!?!?! OMGGGGGGG!!!!’

‘Tell me that’s her and I’ll die happily’ 

‘Omg they’re spending his brithday together i can’t do it.’ 

‘ITS HEEEERRR!!!’ 

It’s a picture of me, right now. 

‘Buongiorno, Venice.’ 

I look back and find him leaning against the door looking at me. I blushed. 

“Good morning.” 

“Good morning, birthday boy.” 

Chris walks to me and kiss my cheeks. 

“You’re so sneaky.” 

He laughed, “You look so good baby, I can’t just do it!” he jokes making me laugh. 

“Shall we go for a date today?” he ask. 

I nodded. 

After we went for a brunch, we were standing outside of the restaurant looking at the view. Chris has his hand wrapped around my waist as we talk about how we’re going to work “us” out when our schedules are busy. 

“Well, you’re more famous than me so, I can make the time for you.” 

He pfft’ed me. “No, I’m not.” 

“Oh yes. I mean, aren’t we supposed to be ready if things doesn’t work out?” 

He stays silence.

“But, it sucks if I have to meet other people or see you with someone else and I have to adapt to someone new, I don’t think I want that anymore.” 

I nodded my head, I feel the same way, I know I might be younger than him but exchanging one man to another is never my style. I’m not saying I’m ready to get married but, it’s nice to just have one person for as long as you also want it. 

Meeting people constantly sucks, and I feel too comfortable with Chris that I know for sure I never felt anything like this before. 

“You’re right.” I said. 

Chris just looks at me and say, “Gosh, I love you.” 

My eyes widens in shock. 

“W-what?”

Chris’ face turns blue, even green and yellow looking at my reaction. “I’m sorry was that too soon?” 

I bit my lower lip, I am so nervous. 

We just stood there in silence, looking at other ways. I can feel tension between us in this silence, but I know I feel the same way. 

“Chris?” 

He turns to me. 

“I love you too.” 

His face lights up, the biggest smile I’ve seen. 

“You do?” 

I nodded my head as he grabs me by shirt closer to him and kisses me passionately. Deep and passionate, and we stay like that for as long as I wish it to be. 

And he said, it was easy to love me, but little did he know that it was easier to love him and it’s hard not to. 

I want time to stop ticking just for us. 

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