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[sinnersweets]

DogDay x Reader part 4

<;-----part 3, part 5----->

A/N: Making these a little bit longer for you all, enjoy!

Everyone in the Playcare that I walked past stared at me hard. I tried my best to ignore their glances at myself. I didn’t think that I looked that bad, but when I went into the restroom, I saw how wet my clothes looked, even though I did my best to dry myself. My hair looked a little rough as well. No way was I going to work looking like this; I needed to go back home fast and shower. I exited the bathroom and saw Sarah, CatNaps helper. I decided to talk with her first before heading home. 

“Hey Sarah.” She slowly turned towards me and moved her eyes up and down my body before slowly forming a smile. “Haha, what happened to you?” “Oh, just the aftermath of washing DogDay. How did it go with CatNap?” She took out her phone, snapped a picture of me and started texting while answering my question. “It was like fine, I guess. I don’t really wash him ever, just spray him with his lavender scent.” “Okay...well hey when you see him tell him I want an apology for what happened earlier.” I couldn’t tell if she was listening to me or not because she just continued to text on her phone. “Yeah, sure.” I rolled my eyes and started to head over to the cable car before saying something else to her. “Oh, and could you please tell DogDay that I’ll be back later? I gotta go home quick.” “Sure whatever.” I’m not sure how she got hired but I needed to hurry home before Playcare opened. 

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I hurried home and threw the wet clothes into the washer and showered. The warm water felt nice, and I no longer felt cold. I finished showering and threw my clothes into the dryer. I had until the dryer stop to redo my hair, should be enough time. The dryer stopped just as I finished my hair. I went to take out the clothes and they were nice and warm. I got dressed and was about to head out before I realized something. I was supposed to smell like DogDay, but I didn’t have vanilla scented softener or soap. Crap. I didn’t want to get in trouble for not having a scent on me, so I decided to use strawberry poundcake perfume. I grabbed my nametag and headband and quickly headed out the door. 

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“Wait don’t leave!” I called out but it was too late. The cable car doors had shut and started moving down to Playcare. I groaned in frustration. It took at least sixteen minutes in total for the cable car to go down and come back up. I looked at my phone and saw that I had five minutes to get down into Playcare. I had no choice, I had to take the stairs down. I sighed and quickly headed towards the stairs. 

I underestimated how many stairs there were to get down. I saw how many flights of stairs I had to take. It looked like at least eighteen flights. “Oh boy.” I started making my way down the stairs as fast as I could. The whole time I went down I kept hoping that I wouldn’t fall. Today was just not my day. I was on the last few sets of stairs when I somehow missed a step and fell down a set of stairs. I hated today. The fall didn’t hurt really but I did feel sore. I groaned and slowly got back up and decided to take the last two sets step by step. 

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I opened the door that led into Playcare and saw that the lights had turned on. Time for the kids to wake up. I walked over to the Home Sweet Home building, in need of some pain medication. I was about to walk into the building but got scooped up by DogDay. “Angel! You’re back!” He hugged me a held me tightly. “H-hey DogDay!” My body was in a little pain so a hug from someone strong was not feeling the best. DogDay set me down and sniffed into the air. “Hm, I’m smelling something new.” He continued to smell the air and then leaned down and started sniffing me. I hope he wouldn’t be upset that I wasn’t in ‘full uniform.’ “Angel, you smell good! What scent are you wearing?” “It’s called ‘Strawberry Poundcake.’ When I went home and washed my clothes, I forgot that it’s supposed to smell like you, so I just sprayed my perfume.” “I love it!” Good, my boss wasn’t upset with me.  

DogDay asked why I was heading into Home Sweet Home, and I told him what happened, and he started to inspect my body. “Are you okay? Did you get a bruise? You’re not bleeding are you?!” I couldn’t help but smile at him. He was a good friend for being so concerned. I took his paws, held them in my hands, and looked up at him. “I’m okay, my body just feels a bit sore so I was going to see if I could get some pills for the pain.” DogDay sighed in relief and told me how to get to the infirmary. “When you’re done in there head over to the school, that’s where we’ll be at today.” I nodded and went inside Home Sweet Home. 

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I got some medicine and started walking towards the school. In the corner of my eye, I saw Damian outside drawing with chalk with CraftyCorn. I walked over to both of them and said hello. “Hey Ms. Y/N.” Damian spoke out. CraftyCorn just shyly waved hi to me. Her voice box was having problems, so they took it out to fix it. “Whatcha doing out here? Shouldn’t you be inside with me and DogDay?” “Yeah, but I did well on an assignment, so Miss Delight gave me a pass to miss the first ten minutes of class. CraftyCorn will keep an eye on me.” He went back to drawing and CraftyCorn gave me a look that said, ‘He’s in good hands.’ “Okay well I guess I’ll see you inside in a bit.” He nodded and continued to draw as I headed inside. 

I found DogDay and he grabbed my hand and led me into the classroom. “Why hello there Y/N! DodDay here has told me so much about you!” The teacher who I’m guessing was Miss Delight spoke so cheerfully to me. She looked like a tall Barbie doll. “Nice to finally meet you Miss Delight. DogDay has also told me a lot about you.” She shook my hand and then turned to face the class. She clapped her hands to get the children's attention. “Alright class listen up! We have a new person joining us here today so please give a warm welcome to Miss Y/N.” In unison the kids said, “Hi Angel!” Miss Delight stared at them in confusion but me and DogDay laughed. 

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Me and DogDay sat in the back of the classroom while we watched Miss Delight teach the kids about multiplication. The door to the classroom opened and in walked Damian. CraftyCorn was right behind him and stood in the doorway. “Ah welcome Damian! Thank you for looking after him Crafty!” CraftyCorn nodded and smiled before closing the door and walking away. Damian took his seat at the front and Miss Delight continued with her lecture. 

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The bell rang and it was now lunchtime. The kids lined up and DogDay and I led them to the cafeteria. “You feel better Angel?” “Yes, I am thanks for asking.” DogDay smiled and we continued to lead the children into the cafeteria. 

As we entered the cafeteria, I spotted KickenChicken. He started walking towards us but then DogDay picked me up and started heading out of the room. “C’mon Angel let’s get some fresh air, plus there’s something I need to tell you.” I didn’t argue with him and let him carry me outside.  

We made it outside and he sat me down and sat on his hind legs. “You know the little girl wearing the overalls today? Her name is Darla, and I was told that today is her last day here in Playcare.” When DogDay spoke, he sounded a little upset. “That’s good, isn’t it?” “Oh yes, it is Angel, but it always makes me sad when someone from my group gets adopted.” That’s understandable. He’s been with them forever and now they get to leave, and he stays here, forever. “Well, I say you go back inside and spend as much time with her as you can today, and we’ll worry about her leaving tomorrow. I don’t want to see you sad right now, especially since you’re with your Angel.”  

I laughed playfully and DogDays ears perked up. “Haha. You’re right. No need to feel sad when I’m with you.” We looked at each other smiling before DogDay cleared his throat and stood up. “Wanna head back in?” “In a moment, just need to re tie my shoes.” DogDay nodded before saying “Don’t be too long Angel!” and he went back inside the school. My face felt a little warm when he said that. I might need to get my temperature checked later. I tied up my shoes and got up to head back inside before I spotted the drawing that Damian did. It was DogDay, me and him all holding hands. Above us was the word ‘My Family.’  

A/N: Next part will include more of DogDay and you talking. Thank you for the comments in the last part!!

[fartlovingblkguy69]

A Flight to be Remembered (Part 1)

Tim is a 6’3, black, openly gay, formerly athletic, handsome guy with a little extra now that he was 5 years out of college and had stopped working out and started drinking a bit more. He’s a flight attendant who lives in Atlanta, where the airline was headquartered. He had sworn to himself that he would only do this job for a year or two until he found something better, a cushy government job, but things hadn’t panned out that way and it was 5 years later. He was currently being yelled at by a 35 year old, 5’11, in shape man who wanted someone to wait on him hand and foot, including grabbing his luggage for him and bringing it to his waiting UberX. Tim was hoping to get a tip since what he got paid for this flight would barely be enough to make ends meet and he needed some extra cash, so he graciously brought the man’s luggage to the car, making their way together through the airport and accepting the man’s endless flirting and bragging about how well his new start up was doing and that he paid his workers well, but worked them to the bone! After Tim loaded the man’s luggage into the car he waited expectantly, only to be pushed aside and told “Thanks! Have a great day!” as the man slid into the back of the car without another word or glance at Tim. Tim was furious and had had just about enough of these spoiled, entitled passengers! This was way above and beyond and a mere thanks would not do this time! “Aren’t you going to tip me? You do realize that was not in the job description, right?” “What, you want a tip for making a high paying passenger feel accommodated? That’s a pretty low bar to expect compensation. No, I don’t think so! You’ll have to do a lot more to earn money from me! And I know just the way to start!” the man said while staring at Tim’s big, round ass. There was a wild look of lust in his eyes and a bulge in his pants. Tim hoped this meant he would get a bigger tip, but the man was dead set on waiting. He made Tim come back to his hotel room, saying his wallet was in his suitcase and groping Tim’s bubble butt while they were in the elevator. When they got there he immediately demanded a blowjob: “My name is Josh. You can call me Mr. Logan, Sir, or Daddy. Now, if you want a tip, you will give me whatever I want. For example, I want a blowjob. Get my dick clean too! I haven’t been able to shower in 24 hours! Get any cheese you find on it and open wide while I fuck your pathetic face! Then maybe you’ll get $5 out of me!” Tim was seething and asked “Sure thing Mr. Logan! Could I just use your restroom quickly?” with the best fake smile he could muster. As soon as he got into the bathroom he turned on the overhead vent and covered him mouth with his arm so that could scream and get his frustration out! While he does this, he feels his stomach gurgle a bit harshly. He slides his slacks and underwear down and sits on the cold toilet seat, inspecting the light skids on his underwear, wishing he didn’t feel so cold! He rubbed his stomach, trying to massage the gas that was trapped in there, wishing he hadn’t ate all that mac and cheese on his break. He was lactose intolerant, but he loved cheese so much! His stomach would be killing him in a bit though! Then he got an idea! He pulled his slacks off and jumped in the shower, washing himself off real good, with sweet fruit scented soap. After he was done, he toweled off and removed his belt from his slacks before walking out to find Mr. Logan sitting on the bed naked. Perfect! Now I just have to get him to trust me and then he’s all mine, he thought! He pushes Mr. Logan down so he’s lying back and begins to suck his short, but somewhat fat dick, making sure to clean it as he went. It tastes disgusting, but at least he wasn’t the only one about to broaden their tastes. His stomach gurgled quietly, letting him know he needed to move quickly. He began to lick down Mr. Logan’s taint toward his hole, giving him a light rimjob, before telling him to flip over so he could get in there deeper.

[pearbunny]

the bucket list ✘ [six.5]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was. 

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings:  tourist!mc, slow burn, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, mentions of death, eventual smut.

word count: ~2.2k 

chapter content: lots of dialogue, “girl talk”/talking about sex, o/c calls her dad. 

author's note: SURPRISE (not really). This is chapter 6.5 and it’s only labeled that because no actual bucket list item will be completed, however I do drop the biggest hint that i’ve ever slipped into the previous chapters. If you’ve read a couple of the author’s notes; you’d know. ;) ANYWAY, on to the chapter! As always, thank you for showing interest in TBL!  

You got back to the hotel after your night drive with Jisung at about midnight. It was late and the both of you were hungry, so you ended up just getting some drive-thru fast food and eating it in his car before heading back. 

The moment you walked through the door, Jisung bee-lined over for the couch in the corner of the hotel room and plopped down, groaning loudly. 

You convinced him to go to sleep first, telling him you would probably be awake for awhile since you were able to get some rest in during the car ride over. He agreed with sleepy sentiments and quickly washed up and got in bed. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Now, you were kneeled in front of your suitcase, grabbing some appropriate sleeping clothes and your toiletry bag for your skincare routine. 

A muted vibration sounds from your phone. You look around, trying to remember where you put it. You lift up the lid of your suitcase and snatch it off the floor. It was an incoming video call from your best friend, back home. ‘Robin’ it read, with a picture of a woman your age drinking straight from a mimosa pitcher.

You bring your phone, clothes, and toiletries to the bathroom, closing both the closet door and the bathroom door behind you to dampen the sound. “Hello?” You answer the video call with a whisper.

“Y/N!” Robin’’s high pitched voice echoes with the acoustics of the bathroom and you panic, propping the phone up against the mirror.

“Shhh, it’s like 2am here.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely middle of the day here, my bad. Where are you? You haven’t been answering my texts all day? Are you okay?” Robin is sitting on her laptop in a cafe with her oversized headphones on, the sun shining through the window to her left, casting a golden sheen on her skin. 

“I’m at a hotel.” You turn the faucet on very slightly so you can still hear her over the slow stream of running water. 

“Oh, did you ditch the roommate?” 

“No, I’m at the hotel… with him.” You put your hands under the tap to check the temperature, then bend forward to splash the water onto your face.

“Rewind.” Robin has a pen in her hand that she waves back and forth. 

You pump some cleanser into your hand, lather it with soap, then spread it onto your face. “We decided to do a little road trip to Busan. We’re staying at a hotel by the beach.” 

“In the same room?”

“In the same room.” You pick up your fancy electric face cleansing tool and gently glide it over your skin.

“In the same bed?”

“Well, he’s asleep right now… But yeah, same bed.” You glance towards the door where Jisung is surely asleep, probably even snoring.” I mean it wouldn't be the first time I guess.” You mumble the latter part of your sentence, hoping that Robin wouldn’t catch it.

“WHAT?!” People around Robin in the cafe look towards her sudden outburst.

“KEEP IT DOWN.” You whisper aggressively at her.

“You can’t just tell me you slept with a man and expect me to keep it down.” She mimics your tone, whispering although she has absolutely no need to in the noisy cafe.

“Okay, fair. You’re right; sorry.” You go back to cleansing your face, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

“So, spill.” Dramatically, Robin lifts her large coffee mug to her lips for a loud sip.

“Well, you know how I told you I was staying with Jisung.” You work the soap on your face into a bigger lather, inhaling the very mild herbal scent for your cleanser.

“M’hmmm, last name?” Robin pulls up her phone.

“Han.”

“Thanks.” She’s typing away on her phone, already trying to find him on Instagram. It doesn’t take too long, she just had to parse through all the other profiles that showed up before his. “He doesn’t post much, but he looks cute!”

“Anyway, I told you about how he’s willing to help me do stuff on the bucket list, well one of them was Sing Karaoke in front of people and … well he happens to be a bartender at this bar that was doing Norebang, so he took me to his work place.”

“You don’t even follow him on social media do you?” Robin looks at you through the phone with a deadpan expression.

“No, why?” You rinse the brush of your electric face scrubber and stand it on the sink counter to dry before pooling some of the water in the palm of your hands to wash your face from the soap.

“Why wasn’t that the first thing you looked up about this guy?” Robin clicks on a post on Jisung’s Instagram.

“Honestly… I don’t know.” Your eyes are shut as you blindly reach around for the face towel you remember being  neatly folded in the center of the counter.

“Well, one of the few pictures he has on Instagram is him bartending v it’s tagged at a place called ‘Loudmouth’, which I assume is his workplace. Y/N, you’re supposed to be the smart responsible one.”

“Yeah, well I think I left that part of me back home when I booked a ticket to Korea last second.” You pat yourself dry and place the face towel on the towel rack behind you. 

“Okay, we’re getting away from the good stuff.” Robin sets her phone aside and rests her hand on her chin, batting her eyes at you.

“So, we went to Loudmouth. His co-workers were really nice Minho and Changbin–” 

“Haha, Chang-bin and Ro-bin, I bet we’d be cute together.” 

You roll your eyes at her with a playful smile. "I was drinking because I needed the courage to sing. They all drank with me. I sang. They sent us home and gave him another week off. We went home, we drank more and then… You know.” 

“... Girl of course I know, but I want to know know.” It was Robin’s turn to roll her eyes, but of course, in classic Robin fashion, it had much more of a dramatic flare to it.

“Oh my god.” You cover your face with your hands, applying toner while doing so.

“Was it good?”

“Well, yea.” You gave a casual shrug, patting your toner in.

Robin holds up a not-so-menacing pen at you. “I swear to god, Y/N.” 

“I don’t know! What do you want me to say?!” You laugh quietly, holding your hands up in the air in shrug like gesture.

“Who initiated it?” Robin knew how this was going to work; she had to ask the questions.

“Me?”

“YOU DID?” This time, she whisper-shouted at you, not willing to be scolded by you again. Robin’s jaw drops in disbelief. Her little Y/N  made the first move?!

“Kind of? I mean, I did kiss him first.”

“Tell me more.” She leans forward in her seat again, eyes wide in anticipation.

“Okay, well he was super sweet. Like, too sweet. I kind of wished he just,” You raise your hands up to make sure your friend could see them. Then you dramatically grabbed at air, “You know what I mean?”

“Okay, but that’s cute still.” Robin gives you a smile, “He just wanted to make sure you were okay with it all, I mean the both of you were drunk after all.”

You start to apply your serum in your face, avoiding looking at your phone. “I mean we weren’t drunk enough that I forgot about it.” 

Robin squeals a little, “Okay, okay, back to me trying to get details out of you.” She does a little excited dance in her chair. “How big was he?”

You gawk at the crude question. You look up into the air and shift your weight onto one hip, pursing your lips together as you think of how to answer the question. “Well it was definitely knocking on my cervix.” 

Robin’s jaw dropped, but there was an animated expression on her face, “OKAY HAN JISU–”

You grab the phone, muffling the speaker. “Robbie!” You open the bathroom door that leads into the closet. The sound doesn’t echo like it does off the tile bathroom floors and walls. The carpet and wallpaper helps keep Robin’s voice from sounding so loud. That and you lowered the volume on the phone. You place the phone on the shelf, facing the ceiling and you change into a large tee shirt and some shorts. 

Robin’s attempt at hiding her giggles behind her hands over her mouth is futile. “So was it, like, vanilla?”

You tug the shirt over your head before grabbing the phone from the shelf and sitting in the corner of the closet, holding the phone in your hand. “Oh my god, Robbie. He did this thing,” You pause and lick the bottom of your lip and close your eyes, remembering the way Jisung cradled your jaw in his hand, “He made me look at him and–” You let a high pitched sound come from you as you slid down from the wall to lay with your back on the floor. 

Robin has her chin in her hands, observing you. “Hey, Y/N?”

You looked up at your phone that you held in the air above you. “Yea?”

“You look happy.” Robin’s voice is quiet, not to take away from how genuine she says those words. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

You give her a small smile and sit back up, nodding. “Yea. Or– or at least I’ve felt happy lately.” You shrink into yourself, slouching your shoulders as you lean back against the wall again. 

Robin continues on. “I’m glad you decided to go through with the list.”

“Take more risks. Be —a little— reckless… “ You absentmindedly play with your hair as you recall a specific item that seemed to be scribbled on the pages as an afterthought. 

A waiter passes by Robin and offers to take her cup, which she places on their tray. “For real, Y/N. I’m really relieved to see that you got on that plane. It sucked to see you in this monotonous routine. You barely ever wanted to come hang out with us and when you did I felt like you only came out because you felt like you couldn’t keep saying no.” You don’t have to look at Robin through the phone to know she was pouting, you could hear it in her voice. 

“I’m sorry,” You look at a loose thread in the carpet underneath you and start to pick at it. 

Robin shakes her head. “Don’t be. You were doing your best.” 

You nod and stay silent. 

“Anyway, how many more days do you have until you come back?”

You swipe down on your phone screen to check the time and date. “Like a week.”

Robin looks through her phone again, getting back on Instagram and scrolling through her feed. “Would it be so bad if you uploaded on Instagram? All our friends think something happened and I have to reassure them that you’re just in a completely different time zone.”

You chuckle while giving you a guilty nod. “I will, I will.” 

“Also, Y/N,” She looks at you seriously this time. 

“Call your dad. I know he doesn’t say or express it much, but he’s worried about you.” 

You grow quiet again, biting your inner cheek as the guilt grows. “Yeah, I know.” 

“Alright, well I have to get home, text me! Love you bye!”

“Bye, Robbie.” You end the video call with her. 

You look through your contacts and call up your dad. The phone rings three times before he answers. “Y/N?”

“Hey Dad,” Your voice is quiet, but being mindful of Jisung waking up isn’t the only reason for it. 

“Hey,” Your dad sighs on his end, relieved to hear your voice. “Are you okay over there? I can get on the next plane if I need to.”

You shake your head, even though he can’t see you. “I’m fine, I just wanted…” You thought over your next words. “I just wanted to let you know I think I’m going to be okay.” 

There’s silence between you two. A lot of things unsaid; things a bit too heavy to talk about at the moment. But the sentiment is still true; you’re going to be okay. 

“I know you are.” He smiles fondly, eyes soft and teary. 

“Anyway, it’s almost 3:30 in the morning here, Dad.”

“Okay, yea sorry. I’m glad to hear from you.”

“Good to hear your voice, too, Dad.”

“Hey, Peanut?” It had been awhile since you’ve heard that childhood nickname. 

“Yea?”

He pauses and you find yourself holding your breath. “She’d be proud of you, too.” 

A beep sounds off in your ear and it means he ended the call. You drop the phone into your lap and bring your knees to your chest, one arm grasping at your hair on the crown of your head. Your other hand covers your mouth, stifling your sobs as the tears fall from your tightly shut eyes. 

ending author's notes: Hope you enjoyed this one. More will be revealed in due time. I think I'll release the spotify playlist I've made for this soon. :) Reminder that the chapter 7 will not be until after September, possibly the second week. If you have any questions, concerns, or you just wanna talk about the chapter, my inbox is always always open! Small reminder that reblogs and comments are highly encouraged! taglist

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[spongeyspot]

Can we get some modern John hcs?

-🤡

General Modern John Marston HCs

(repost)

- adopted by Dutch - Full sleeve tattoos - D+/C- average student - Dropped out of HS/ got his GED to work full time and pay child support - Firm believer that “condoms don’t feel as good” - his pull out game is sub par at best - On and off with Abigail  - Definitely one of those muscle car douchebags - Owns a maroon colored 1967 ford mustang - Cares more about that damn car then anything else in the world - washes it at least 3 or 4 times a week - always speeds. Says the speed limit is “just a suggestion” - Double parks often - Secretly writes poetry - Also, not so secretly plays in an emo garage band on the side - Apartment is a certified bachelor pad - The whopping 24 inch tv sits on a cardboard box, and a single plastic lawn chair sits right smack in the middle of the room - Mattress is on the floor - And it’s covered in his clean clothes. He refuses to buy a dresser and has never owned a single coat hanger in his life - Refuses to wash the dishes. The sink is full and he has resorted to buying paper plates instead of actually dealing with it - We’re not even gonna talk about the contents of his fridge. Or lack thereof. Usually just orders out. - His silverware drawer has 1 spoon, 1 fork, and 1 butter knife, and they’re the only things he washes. - and by "washes" i mean he puts it in his mouth to wet it and then wipes it off with his t-shirt - The shower is completely empty aside from a bottle of dawn dish soap that sits on one of the shelves - Also probably washes himself with a literal kitchen sponge -Owns 1 bath towel and it hasn’t been washed since he moved in 5 years ago. He dries himself off with it after he showers so he thinks it’s still clean - Leaves it in a pile on the bathroom floor so when he uses it the next time he showers, it kinda stinks and it’s still a lil damp.  - His skincare routine is splashing water on his face and somehow he has the clearest skin in the fucking world - Brings store bought food from the gas station to family gatherings - sleeps through his 11,000 alarms he has set on his phone all 5 minutes apart

[seobstarr]

Thick and Thin—• Ji Changmin [The boyz]

paring!: Idol!changmin x gn!reader

genre!: fluff, angst (only a little tho)

sypnosis!: Your boyfriends hair starts to fall out due to stress and he can’t help but let his thoughts get the best of him, even the bad ones.

warnings!: mentions of stress, screaming and insecurities and grammar mistakes

songs!: sweet-tbz let me-hojean man in love-infinite ditto-new jeans wildflower-5 seconds of summer

Your hands follow through with soap as you wash another cup from the sink, the hot water feeling comfortable against the chilly autumn air. The window lets in a breeze that, even though crisp, makes you feel cozy. The sounds of the speeding cars and bustling city below your apartment keep you busy with its sound. The sun is setting, and a nice orange-blue hue sets in the sky as you look out the kitchen window. The city lights begin to turn on, glowing with bright LEDs.

Finishing off another plate and turning the sink off, you quickly wipe your hands on the rag's towel before slipping down your sweater's sleeves. They cover your damp hands because of how big the clothing is on you. As you continue to diligently clean the kitchen counters, the front door beeps, signaling that somebody is coming in. Not to any surprise at all, a quick and sweet “I’m home!” comes from the door's deck, along with some rustling and feet shuffling before the tall, lanky man trudges himself into your space. “Welcome back, love,” your voice feels like a call to him as he almost immediately plops himself into your touch. You can feel his body melt into yours, a firm grip projects itself around your waist.

Deeply sighing, he takes in your natural scent. His eyes are closed as he finds the comfort of you enough to recharge. “Rough day?” you speak, not expecting him to let go anytime soon. “Changmin, are you alright?” Concern fills your voice, and without saying anything, he nods silently, rustling himself to get out of your touch. When you finally take a look at your boyfriend, you can tell his day wasn't the best. His eyes drop deeper, almost sunken into his face. A tired frown makes itself known as his plush lips turn into a thin line, the tiniest crease of disappointment touching them. With a huff and a cracked smile, your hands automatically go up to touch his cheeks. The warmth of your hand contrasts with the cold of his face. You feel him lean into your touch, finally feeling his jaw unclench, and his shoulders relax from its uptight state. “Go take a shower, love, unwind,” with the softest voice he could muster, an “Okay,” was heard before his hands unwrap you, and he heads towards the shared bedroom.

A little while goes by without hesitation, the only sound being the water running from the slightly cracked-opened bathroom. You were now firmly seated on the plush couches scrolling through the different genres you were craving. Too many choices for one person. You ponder about asking Changmin when he got out before a scream interrupts your train of thought. Practically jumping out of the seat, you made yourself comfortable in, your eyes quickly try to find where it came from.

A handful of crashes and bangs are coming from the bathroom as the door now firmly shuts and locks. “Changmin?!” you yell out for him, but to no avail does he answer. Heavy breathing and armed with the TV remote, you inch your way to the bathroom, on defense with the control pointed outward to any threat. “Changmin,” calling out again and tapping on the door anxiously, you wait before knocking again. “What’s going on?” nervousness builds up in your body, circulating your nervous system as it takes longer for him to respond. A deep-grown fear rations out of you, a tight grip still on the control as you wait for your boyfriend's answer.

Finally, the door swings open, creating a gust from how aggressively he opened it. You can feel yourself take a deep inhale from holding a breath.

Your mouth opens to speak, but he beats you to it. "Look at this," he says, almost aggressively, holding out his hand. Tightly gripped between the fingers of his right hand is a large clump of brown strands—hair strands. Your eyes follow from his serious tone to the clump of hair, confusion forming on your face. "Y/n," he says, playing with the clump of hair in his hands, tossing it from one to the other. "All of this," he pronounces, pointing at his drenched hair. "Just came from my head, my scalp!" You couldn't help but chuckle at his foolishness, covering your mouth with your hand before it upsets him more.

"Love, there's nothing to worry about—"

"Oh, what if I'm getting a bald spot, or worse, I already have one?" An unspoken sense of horror claims his face as he runs back to the foggy mirror of the bathroom, rustling his wet hair to find any sort of spot that has a chunk of hair missing. "Changmin," you call out, inhaling deeply, but he doesn't seem to hear you speak. He's too busy plucking and turning over sections of his hair. "Changmin," you make another attempt to break through his thickened thoughts, inching closer to him.

Your hand touches his broad back, rubbing circles around the center to let him know you are there as he continuously ruffles his hair. "Babe, I promise there is nothing to worry about. Look at me," you say, more demanding this time as you forcefully take his head into the palms of your hands. "What has gotten into you?" you ask. Another painfully closed silence moves you closer to him, moves you both closer to each other. His stare switches between anywhere from you, and a huff comes from you before you take his hands and lead him to the couch.

"Here, sit." Grabbing his shoulders and forcefully pushing him down onto the plush cushions, you can finally take a breather. His head hangs low from deep thinking, rubbing his face in worry, and his legs bounce up and down quickly. "I'm gonna go bald, Y/n!" he explains to you. "You know, I think it's my shampoo," he confirms.

"But you've been using that brand since last year, babe," you try to reason with him, quickly racing to get a towel from the closet. "Stop trying to make sense, it's my shampoo," he's desperately trying to make sense of things, of the big clump of hair he found from the shower. "Changmin," you giggle again, making yourself comfortable on his lap, him instinctively wrapping his arms to pull you closer. You wrap the hand towel around his dripping hair and start rubbing the water away. Almost automatically, his hand reaches to stop you. "Okay, this was funny, but now it's starting to get concerning." Agitation begins to fill your tone as you wave his hand off of yours. "Changmin, what if it's just stress? Have you been eating properly? Taking care of yourself?"

"I didn't really want it to be, but I think it just might be that," he grumbles angrily, your hands still working on drying his hair, making sure to get behind his ears as well. "Y/n," he whines, his head moving from your towel and onto your shoulder. "What if I go bald?" The sudden expression made you smile a bit. He was being childishly serious. Playfully, you roll your eyes. You can feel the puffed-up pout he sports, and you could almost imagine the downward-shaped angry eyebrows. "You are not going to go bald, love, I promise." His hands let go of the towel, and they reach upward, lazily wrapping around his neck.

To him, this was serious. His career was not only based on his dancing or singing but also depended on his looks. What type of hair he had, what color, and if that got stripped away, would he really have a fanbase?

To you, he was gorgeous either way, bald or not. You loved him and would follow him even if he lost half of his teeth. As you hung onto him for longer than five minutes, you started to wonder. Why would he ever worry about something silly like this?

"What about a wig?" You joked, and you felt his throat swell up with air. "Are you joking?!" Bluntly, he let go of you. "I was kidding, joking!" Your laugh filled the tense apartment air. "Y/n, this isn't the time to be joking. What if you-" He didn't even want to say it, doesn't want it to come out of his mouth at all. Even more, he's afraid to let it run through your thought process. You waited for him to say more to finish what he was going to say, but he doesn't. His eyes scan the way you straddle him, the way your hands lovingly caress his forearms, and the way your eyes try to figure him out.

He loves you, and he knows you love him, so why would that thought even cross his mind? Finally, it clicks, like invisible telepathy. "I leave you?" After that leaves your mouth, a standstill happens. Quietness fills the apartment once more, and you aren't laughing anymore. It's like the world had stopped for you two.

A couple of seconds became a minute or two as you looked at him with disbelief, and he looked at anything but you. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." You couldn't help but let the hysterics go, a deep hearty laugh bubbling its way up from the inside of you. Laughing harder as you continuously take glances at the confused look your boyfriend wore on his face, you hit his shoulder playfully. "Changmin, I quite literally do not care if you lose all of your hair or grow a unibrow. I would still love you." Coming down from your high and smoothly into a fit of giggles, you take his hands into yours. "You can keep worrying about your bald spots, but just know that I'm here for you. Through thick and thin," you speak again. A soft kiss plants onto your lips, his plush smile of relief filling the blank spaces of your lonely ones.

You pull away. "What am I going to do with you, hm?" A smirk playfully delectable on your mouth, and finally, he smiles back before pulling you back into his embrace.

Changmin has never felt this way about anybody before. Of course, there were butterflies in his stomach or blushing tints of red on his cheeks before when pretty girls talked to him. But the way you hooked him, the way he feels the pit in his stomach grow deeper in a good way, and the way his feet swing automatically when you text him. Changmin feels for you way too deeply for this to just be another relationship. He cares about what you think more than anyone else.

And that's when it hits him.

He can't help but be utterly and embarrassingly in love with you.

— footnotes!.

keb notes!: i was reading something similar to this like a month ago but didn’t like it or reblog it and wanted to try it in my writing style! please let me know if u see anything similar so i can tag them for the idea guys. i said i was only gonna do my ults but i’ve been having serious tbz brain rot for the past few week and needed to get the delusions out my system🤥 #liarkeb

tags!: @inthesunnn (as always 🫶)

[wierdaesthetic]

How I think cod men smell like naturally their body. (hate dni)

so I have this thing called synesthics with basically causes my brain to use more than one sence when triggered for example I can smell pictures, I know it sounds weird but when ever I look at pic of smth or someone my brain makes up what it/they would smell like. (And to my suprice its pretty accurate)

1. ghost

I am 100% he wears Axe body spray in the purple blue scent, and not because its named Marine (haha). Yeah so his notes are axe spray, hormones(the sweet pinappley ones, not the gross just hit puberty boy type) and I think rust for some reason like he was in a mechanical work space. 2. Konig

Now this bitch confuses me as shit. I think he smells like medical equiment but at the same time I think he smells like nothing, netrual. I dont know he has a minty tone tho. So he probs just has amazing heigyne and doesn't over fragrance himself.

3. Price He smells like tobacco Malboro, I bet my ass on that. But I would know cause I smoke more than him (he is 40+ I am beraly 20). But he also smell alchooly BUT BEFORE YOU SAY I AM STEREOTYPING!! I mean like fragrance type alchool, most notably after shave type of scent. Like spicy cinamon but in a more masculine way. 4. Soap

Before yall hoes come for me, sHe pRobS gOinG tO sAy He SmElLs LikE SoAp, NO BITCH. Like I said I aint stereotyping shit today. HE SMELLS LIKE A PHEREMONENAL SLUT not because he is my favourite but because he always sweaty in the game. But I dont think his sweat smells bad honestly, first of all let me let yall in a little secret ... if you exersice, eat heathly and let out sweat (you know ;) ;)) YOUR SWEAT DOESN'T SMELL!! In the best case senario it is even plesant. At the bear minimum he smells like a basic cologe that his ex or ghost bought him for his bday.

5. Gaz

Let me tell you hoes something. BLACK MEN KNOW HOW TO NOTE AND COMPLIMENT THEIR SCENT!! Did you read that or do I need to repeat it. He smells like vanilla, cocunut, sol de janero REALNESS. He has scented moisteraiser every where in his car, in bag, on a keychain, in his mulitary bag EVERYWHERE, I bet you he has one between his cheeks so he can use it mids war. (I AM DYING) 6. Alejandro

Now hear me when I say, I know he smells feminine. Which is not bad at all but I feel like his stuff is florally scented or fruit or something like that, but at the same time I fear he smells like my boy bff cause they have so similar vibes (I HOPE NOT). But also he smell of tattoo shop YEAH THATS IT. He smells exactly like green disinfectant soap with rose peals infusion, exactly that and if you dont know what I am talking about just imagine dentist office smell + roses.

7. Alex Keller

Oh I know he smells good, naturally and when it comes to fragrance. I just feel it in my bones. He smells like oils, honey and anything in that area. I just know he drenches himself in jojoba oil and l know he loves dior. Like thats it, he is an expencive smelling man.

8. Rudy

I mean, he confuses me. I think he is mixure of hormones (again not the disguasting) and expencive parfum. I think he smells "manly", it sounds weird I know. I KNOW! He smells like salty caramel but the sticky type that you can also eat as a chewing gum, if you are from europe you especially from the slavic or balkan area you know exactly what I am talking about.

9. Nikto

To me he smells like home and I bet my ass on that if he was real I would say that as soon as I would met him but I bet most of yall have no idea what I am talking about unless you are slavic. Well he smells like beer but not the alchooly type but the softer type also he smells like grass, nature and wood. Also he smells like tobacco NOT SMOKE but the plant.

10. Keegan

MINT. MINT. MINT. I know this man smells like a colgate ad, I can feel it. He smells exactly how water tastes after you brush your teeth. He smells also like rain but thats a small note, mostly MINT and fresh. If you are afab or use ph balance wash HE SMELLS LIKE THAT.

(no I wont do philip FUCK HIM, unless yall really want it)

Just a bit of my delulu for anyone that caress I CAN SMELL KONIG RIGHT NOW WTF, AS IF HE IS IN FRONT OF ME. It so weird help.

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Ariana Grande x youtuber!reader

Part 8 of "positions"

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 5.5 (1) | 5.5 (2) | 5.5.5 | 6 | 7 | 7.5

Everything went back to normal, in a sense. Of course, there was a shift, from staging a relationship to rendezvousing in secret but ultimately you felt like you were her friend again. You thought that the warnings from her PR manager would deter Ariana from meeting you, but the ever-growing things taking up space in your house - soap bottles with names you can't pronounce, cosmetic products littered around your bathroom sink, a small bag filled with clothes on top of the washing machine, told you otherwise. While her things are piling up in your home, they replaced some of your clothes that she "stole".

The familiar ping from your phone alerted you of incoming text, and you didn't have to read it to know who it was from and what they had sent. There was only one person currently who would text you at 5 PM on a Wednesday.

Princess

wanna come over?

no one's home

You

Why would I do that if there isn't anyone home?

Princess

smartass

i'm bored

and lonely

You

And horny?

We just saw each other three days ago

Princess

...no

just wanted to watch a movie with you

You

Alright then, I would never say no to movies.

I'll be there in an hour.

Princess

too long, i'll sent a car

In less than twenty-five minutes, you found yourself sitting on a recliner very similar to the type found in cinemas but far comfier and roomier. In fact, the entire room could be described as such; a premium movie theater.

"I didn't know you had a home theater, didn't see it during the house tour you gave."

"That's because this was a recent addition to this house."

Ariana had gone all out for it, finding the perfect combination of mimicking a movie theater and keeping its interior design the same as the rest of the house. This resulted in the room being similarly tasteful and cozy while providing an authentic movie-watching experience. It's something you dreamed of having in your own home.

"It turned out beautiful, great decision made on your part." Besides the renovation for the room, Ariana had also put in great effort to prepare everything you could want while watching a movie - including popcorn and various snacks on an extendable table from the armrest, drinks in the cupholder, and blankets. "So what will we be watching in this incredible space?"

"Anything you like," Ariana replied. "What are your other favorite films, besides the ones you had framed posters of."

"Well, I like queer films like 'The Handmaiden' and 'A Portrait of a Lady on Fire' and 'Carol' to name a few."

"We should watch them then."

"Uh..." You scratched the back of your neck, heat rising to your cheeks as you recalled certain scenes they had. "I just realized that they all have love scenes so perhaps you should watch them alone."

"Or with someone to reenact those scenes with."

You couldn't argue with that logic. "I supposed. Though there are some tragic plotlines where it could be a turn-off."

"We'll write our own happy endings then."

That was the best proposal if you ever heard of one.

"Alright, which one do you want to watch?"

"I've heard of Carol, so let's watch that."

It was a different experience for sure, watching Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara's performances on a big screen, as compared to your laptop. You could catch every subtle gesture and every lingering gaze. The surround sound worked wonders, amplifying emotion in every word exchanged between the lovers. It was as though you were in that very diner, eavesdropping on their conversation.

You get absorbed into the film, as you usually do despite watching it before, unblinking as the plot unravels, refreshing your memory of the movie. Being so engrossed, you almost forget that you weren't alone, reciting along the line Carol was whispering to Rooney - "My Angel, flung out of space."

A scuffle caught your attention and you turned toward the sound. Illuminated by the brightness of the screen, you observed the way Ariana fixed her gaze on anything but the screen, her thighs pressed tightly together.

"Ariana," You whispered. Despite the softness, she still jumped at your voice before fixing her attention on you. "Are you... aroused?"

In the dim glow, you saw the blush spreading across her cheeks. As imperceptible as it was, you caught the nod of her head. At that moment, you felt like one of those teenagers who makes out in the back of theaters. However, it was Ariana you were with and you weren't going to fumble around in the dark with her.

Instead, you placed your arms - one under her knees and one on her back - and lifted her up. "Let's take you to bed."

You weren't sure how you found the way to Ariana's room, with how your eyes were kept on hers the entire time. Must be the muscle memory.

You only broke eye contact when you heard a squeal and felt a sharp pain in your leg. Instinctively, you stood right back up and opened your mouth to let out a silent exclamation of pain, turning to investigate the cause of it.

"Piggy! I thought you were in your crib."

You placed Ariana down when she tapped on your arm. She squatted to find the site of your injury. You looked down and saw Ariana pouting as she ghosted her fingers over the bite marks. "You keep getting hurt when you're with me."

"Now that you mentioned it, it seems like biting runs in the family." You managed to smile to deliver the joke. "Though it's only karma when a pig bites me."

"Oh my god!" Her pursed lips melted into a beautiful smile as she threw her head back to laugh. Perhaps there was some truth to laughter being the best medicine when the pain disappeared temporarily.

"We have to treat the bite," Ariana said after stifling her laughter. The injury, thankfully, was nothing serious. Just a light nip by Piggy that didn't break any skin. So all you had to do was disinfect the area.

Ariana guided you to her bathroom, where you found yourself positioned in the middle of the bathtub. "You have to remove your pants so they don't get wet."

"Right." You acknowledged, turning around hesitantly to unbuckle your belt. It was the second time you were undressing in front of her. Even after you slid your pants off, you couldn't bring yourself to face her, choosing to sit on the edge of the tub instead.

You heard the sound of running water and moved your leg towards it. A hand stopped you. "Wait, the water's still cold," Ariana said from behind your shoulder. You sat patiently as you observed Ariana checking the water temperature with a finger before placing it on your inner thigh, pushing you towards the tap.

An involuntary shiver ran down your back under her touch. It shouldn't have shocked you, not with all the countless times she had grappled it - the feeling of her skin on yours should be familiar and soothing like the warm water on your leg, not like being out at sea during a thunderstorm.

You were only brought back to your senses with a gentle press of a dry cloth. "Let me do it myself." You said, after clearing your throat. You shifted to grab the towel from her grasp but she moved out of reach.

"I want to do it." Her tone told you that her decision was final. "You have to move out of the bathtub so I can dry you off properly."

You do so as instructed, swinging your legs out of the tub and landing on solid ground. You followed Ariana out of the bathroom. She sat you back on the bed before crouching down to pat your leg with the towel. You observed as she inched it upwards, moving closer to the hem of your boxer briefs. Before you could react, she stood up and positioned herself in between your legs.

Looking up at her with confusion, she placed her hands on your shoulder as she stared into your eyes. "Now that there's no interruption, I want to finish what we had started." Subconsciously, you intertwined your feet and nudged her closer to you. However, with her elbows locked, she didn't lay across your chest as intended. You decided to use your hands to finish the job, settling them on the small of her back. The shake of her head stopped you from applying any sort of pressure. "I want to take care of you this time. For once."

"Oh." The thing was, you were often the giver because you find liked pleasing your partner. That's why you're rarely on the receiving end. Though if you're being completely honest, your insecurities about your body also play a part in declining any returning of favors.

"Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours," Ariana broke the silence. She had taken the initiative to untangle herself out of your arms, settling for sitting beside you on the bed. You felt her lightly tugging your fingers, hijacking your attention to focus on her.

She let you take your time, brushing her thumb over the back of your hand as encouragement. "I don't like to be touched. Not sexually at least. Unless, you know, they're someone I've known and been with for a long time."

"Okay," Ariana nodded, shifting closer carefully. "How do you find pleasure then?"

"Well, in my partner's pleasure." You continued after she arched a perfect eyebrow at you. "So as long as she liked it, I would too."

"But what do you like?" She relented, staring into your eyes inquisitively as though they held the answers. "Out of all the things you've done before."

You knew you couldn't beat around the bush any longer, not when she was staring into your soul. "Well, I don't mind using...toys." The sentence gradually softened as you mumbled the words, but it seemed like she heard every bit.

"Give me a minute." She said, hurrying off the bed. She returned a few minutes later with a laptop on hand. The side of your knees touched Ariana's when the both of you repositioned yourself at the center of the bed, with the laptop placed in front of you.

With a few clicks, Ariana opened up a website of a sex toy shop. You repressed the urge to blush when she navigated expertly - clearly knowing her way around. "See anything you like?" She diverted her attention to you, placing her hands on your knee as she peered at you over the rim of her glasses. Her gaze was piercing, emphasized by the frame on her face like she was trying to figure you out.

"Uh- well..." Instead of stammering in embarrassment, you decided that it was much easier if you just showed her. While the website she had brought up had an extensive collection, they didn't have anything you were looking for. So you swiped across the touchpad and searched for the site you were more familiar with. "Probably something like this." You tilted the screen towards her when you found what you wanted.

You knew that this would be something Ariana hadn't tried before unless her exes were into pegging. So you explained to her that she could select whatever size or material she wanted while you would pick the harness.

Ariana flashed you a smile that can only be described as sinful, "You seemed to know quite a bit."

"I've researched extensively." You cleared your throat, changing the subject quickly. "Did you find one that you like?"

"Definitely." She affirmed as she proceeded to add a few items to the cart, much to your sheepish amusement. You settled on a harness you were comfortable with that was also compatible with everything Ariana was getting and a small bottle of lube.

You shouldn't be surprised at how Ariana remained unblinking as she typed in her payment details after seeing the total amount, but you could only laugh in shock internally. Were the toys diamond-studded? You could only wait to find out when they arrive in two to three business days.

In the meantime, your fingers worked fine.

AN: early access to later chapters on my ko-fi page. Also feel free to buy me a drink if you like my work!

[shopcat]

in season 5 steve's fan service role will come to full fruition when they have to throw the best car wash hawkins has ever SEEN! and it's just a 4 minute montage of him covered in soap (soapy boobies) and bubbles giggling and misting himself. full objectification. "we don't have enough money to buy weapons to defeat vecna... what are we going to do!!!!!!" "well... all the car washes are out of service..." sparkling in the sunlight lots of slow motion abba is playing. some classic misogyny towards a man dialogue they call him doll and tell him to turn around and look pretty . robin is spraying him with a hose like a dog and he's like nooooo :) stoppp heehee

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#5

i hope im never behind the wheel if i see this shit in the wild bc i blacked out ugly laughing

24 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#4

modern au. geraskier, established relationship. just a little comfort for the bard boy after a miserable day at work.

xoxoxo!!!

❦

geralt looked up from his book when he heard the door click shut and his husband peel off a soaked jacket. shoes were kicked; a bag was dropped; still, jaskier said nothing.

usually, geralt starts hearing his husband’s car radio from the moment it enters their neighbourhood. the quiet is alarming, to say the least, so geralt turns his book over and lays it on the couch, putting his reading glasses on his head.

“jaskier?” he calls trotting into the laundry room, where jaskier is shucking off his sodden work uniform.

“hello, love,” he replies huskily. “it’s raining.”

“it is,” geralt agrees. he turns the dryer back on, peering at the load of towels bouncing around. “why don’t you take a nice shower? warm you up,”

“‘kay,” jaskier acquiesced, slinking into the bathroom. geralt frowned after him.

typically, getting jaskier to shower right after work takes some cajoling, several bribes on both sides, all that.

today, the water turns on without any music to cover the sound, and geralt hears jaskier snuffle to himself before a small, broken sound escapes.

he won’t walk in on his husband crying. he won’t embarrass him when he waited until the shower was on and put on a face for geralt in the laundry room.

that’s what geralt chanted to himself, anyway, while he heaped blankets up on the bed and jogged back into the kitchen.

he took a small container out of the cabinet and double checked the instructions. only a bit of water and a minute in the microwave, and jaskier would have a sweet treat waiting for him in the nest geralt was building.

he gathered some water bottles, a sandwich, and jaskier’s favourite of geralt’s tee shirts that geralt thankfully had to save from the hamper. jaskier didn’t have geralt’s nose, but he could still scent his husband and it tended to calm him down plenty.

til his dying breath, geralt would deny that he rolled around on the nest blankets to make it warm and smell like him, but it was the quickest way and without music or the promise of geralt joining him, jaskier could be done in moments.

when geralt was satisfied that the clean blankets smelled a little more like home, he went to get a warm towel out of the dryer and swaddle his husband up for a trip to the nest.

he found jaskier sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees.

he couldnt say anything that didnt feel too trite, too simple, too shallow, for what that image made his heart do in his chest. he simply got undressed and sat down next to him.

“bad day,” jaskier breathed. geralt, with soft hands and a softer heart, took the spray from the wall and began to wash jaskier’s hair.

jaskier began to cry again, but this time quietly. jaskier hated it when he cried, hated how much he cried, so geralt merely began humming for him while he threaded his fingers through auburn locks to remove the soap.

“i’m an artist, aren’t i?” jaskier finally asked.

“of course,” geralt said, cupping jaskier’s cheek to get him to look him in the eye. “of course you are. one of the best i’ve ever known.”

“i… geralt, i’m working at a fast food joint. i’m getting sandwiches thrown at me by customers, i’m getting barked at by my boss. i haven’t composed in almost a week.”

“you don’t have to always be writing to be an artist,” geralt said, sitting back on his haunches. “am i a witcher?”

“of course,”

“right now? when i’m sitting in the shower with you?”

“… quit it,” jaskier replied, cottoning on to geralt’s meaning and pushing his little head into geralt’s chest.

“i’m a witcher when i wake, and when i go to sleep, and every second in between.”

“that’s different,” jaskier mumbled as best he could with the hot water pouring down the back of his neck. geralt only held him, rocking him back and forth ever so slightly.

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26 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

#3

no need to measure for curtains, he said

they’ll surely be fine, he said

no way in hell they’ll turn out to be some kinda cock-height peep show for the entire main street of your hometown, he also said, strangely specific and also even stranger, wrong

29 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#2

For the hurt comfort list? "you are what's important right now" with whoever you like. Thanks!

jaskier could’ve blinked and missed it. he almost wished he had; on one hand, he was on his feet before geralt even hit the ground.

on the other, the image of the kikimore’s leg bursting through his boyfriend wouldn’t stop replaying every time he closed his eyes.

his badass boyfriend that lopped its head off right after, mind, but still.

“don’t move!” jaskier chided again, handing geralt his water. “i’m right here, love. i’m ready and willing.”

“i just wanted a drink,” geralt pouted. well, okay. less of a physical, facial, or vocal pout and more of a slight tightness around the eyes, but this was jaskier. he knew geralt better than geralt knew geralt.

“and i just want you to get back to feeling better.” he countered.

“you can’t sit here and hand me my water all night, jaskier. you have an audience downstairs and you’ll get bored.”

“none of those people matter to me. you are what’s important to me right now.” jaskier replied, folding himself into his witcher’s side gently. “besides, i can think of a few ways to entertain ourselves.”

“i thought you didnt want me to move.”

“for this, you won’t have to.” jaskier said, waggling his eyebrows. “tell me a story?”

geralt burst into surprised laughter before he winced, clutching his chest.

“okay, okay. what do you want to hear?”

jaskier wrapped his arms around geralt, snuggling in close. he could hear the thud of geralt’s heart and feel him breathing, and honestly? that was enough for a simple bard like himself.

“anything, love.” geralt held him with his good arm, resting his cheek on top of jaskier’s head. “anything you’d like.”

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[skrunklybigboy]

XJocked Part 5

Logan skipped the wrestling meet that afternoon. He had spent all day stuffing himself, and his gut was too bloated to budge. His teammates were calling him to see if he was alright, and he facetimed them to show that he was. He was laying in the recliner watching a football game when he heard the doorbell ring. He grunted and trudged over to the front door. It was Devon.

“The hell are you doing here?” Logan said, confused. “Coach sent me here to check on you. He’s thinking about kicking you off the team” Devon scolded. “But I’m the best player!” Logan whined. “Yeah, but you’re too dang fat to fit into any of the singlets!” Devon yelled. Logan had enough of this. He picked Devon up by his shirt and whispered, “Okay so maybe I’m too big but at least I’m not a whiny little ex-twink.” “Ex-twink? I’m still as skinny and cute as the day I started college!” Devon bragged. Logan aggressively grabbed Devon and lifted up his shirt, revealing Devon’s small belly. “Yeah, you’re soooo skinny.” Logan scowled. Devon’s faced flushed with anger and he stormed away.

Logan sighed and went back to watching football. He let out thunderous belches and farts as he manspreaded on the couch. He heaved over to get his phone and ordered pizza. Tonight, he and Rick were gonna eat like kings. Rick got back from coaching football at around 6 PM. Logan had a causal conversation with him about how their day went. The pizza arrived a few minutes later and Logan invited his servants over to feed him. They treated him like a god. Feeding pizza slice after pizza slice and rubbing his gut. Some had even started to grow their own bellies.

He squeezed into his car and went to get some doughnuts for breakfast. He would laze in his bedroom and play video games all day long as his teammates would bring him drinks and food. He was so bloated and ripe. He ordered his teammates to get him to the bathroom (despite Logan being perfectly able to walk, or should I say waddle, over to the bathroom by himself) and wash him. They would get soap and rub his gut and seductively play with his deep bellybutton and his sensitive moobs.

As the days past, Logan had noticed that Devon was getting chubbier and chubbier. Devon blushed and walked away when Logan was around. Eventually, one day, Logan decided to confront Devon about this. “Hey, Devon. Why do you keep avoiding me? Not that I have a problem with that.” “I-i um…you’re just so…” Devon squeaked. “So what?” Logan demanded. “You’re just so hot!” Devon yelled. Logan stood there, confused. Logan didn’t mind that Devon had a crush on him, but why did he treat him like shit? “So…if you, y’know, like me, why did you treat me horribly?” Logan asked before stifling a belch. “I don’t know! I’m sorry…” Devon said, his voice turning into a sob. He collapsed to the ground and started to cry. Logan felt something on the inside. He lifted up Devon from the ground, and stared at him, both of them blushing. Before either of them could tell what was going to happen, Logan kissed Devon straight on the lips. Devon was shocked at first, but then wrapped his arms around Logan and they both made out.

It wasn’t too long before they started dating each other. It was easy to tell that Logan’s habits were rubbing off on Devon. Devon started to grow a beard and stopped shaving his chest hair. They were both gonna be big, hairy slobs together.

[inwintersolitude]

- November 21st 2022 -

What type of milk do you like to drink? Just regular whole milk or 2% milk, even better if it's from one of the many local dairy farms. I like oat milk too, but I mostly use that in smoothies rather than drinking it.

Do you have a first aid kit at home? Yep, one in the upstairs hall closet and one in each of the cars.

What's the absolute bare minimum in terms of facilities when you're camping? I haven't been camping since I was 18 and I was extremely low-maintenance back then, I would have been fine with zero facilities at all (aside from just the gear I brought with me). Nowadays I don't think I could go camping, I know that sleeping on the ground or even on a cot would give me horrific back/neck pain.

How many places have you lived in your life? 11 different homes (12 if you count when I lived in campus housing). Seven towns/cities, across four states.

Are your parents dog or cat people? Is that different or the same as you? They're definitely dog people. They've never had a cat. I'm not really either a dog person or a cat person, I like parrots the best.

What's your favourite flavour of potato chip? I mildly dislike most potato chips, but barbecue or sour cream and onion are alright.

What's the longest your hair has ever been? How long is it now? It's currently the longest it's ever been. It's almost down to my elbows which is totally insane. I actually don't like it being this freakin long, but I hate going to salons and I tend to procrastinate on giving myself hair cuts.

What video games remind you of your childhood? Super Mario 64, Star Wars: Rogue Squadron, Mario Kart 64.

What does your body wash or soap smell like? It has a very faint vanilla scent.

Are there are sounds that bother you on a visceral level? Yep... I have hyperacusis so pretty much any sound that's over 70 decibels (a little louder than conversation level) gives me nerve pain in my inner ears and feels like it's twice as loud as it really is. And it's way worse if it's a high-pitched sound. I wear earplugs or earmuffs on a daily basis, while cooking/washing dishes/going to the store/etc., they're quite literally accessibility aids for me.

What was the last thing you bought online? F10 veterinary disinfectant. I use it to clean my birds' cages/perches/toys/etc.

Name something you always have in your fridge. Milk. I drink tea every morning and always take it with a bit of milk.

Have you ever had to hire a lawyer? Why? Nope.

Have you taken a walk today? Did you see any dogs? Nope, it was like 10 below freezing all day today and I didn't feel like getting all bundled up for a walk.

What vegetable do you really hate? The only vegetable I dislike is cauliflower.

Does your family have any traditions or rituals? Yep, my husband and I have some. We give each other back massages every night before bed, and we go out for ice cream during a snowstorm at least once per winter. Probably some more that I'm forgetting. And also my parents/brother/grandparents and I have traditions from when I was growing up.

If you could learn any language, what would it be? I'd want to get better at French, or learn German.

What was the best thing that happened today? Something that seems minor can still be awesome. Dinner was really delicious.

Have you ever donated money to a charity? Which one? Yep, I make monthly donations to two charities. One is my state's abortion fund, and the other is a charity that helps further women's rights in developing countries.

Did you have a large circle of friends in high school? Not really. I was kind of a floater. I floated around between different groups of friends. I had a more cohesive group of friends when I was in middle school, though.

Would you ever get a matching tattoo with someone? Nope, I've never wanted any tattoos in general.

What are your top 5 favourite bands? Mozart (not a band but I'll still list his works as my favorite of all time), Beethoven (same thing), Pink Floyd, Metallica, Coldplay (but not their recent stuff).

What time do you usually go to sleep? Lmao, lately it's been like 4-5 a.m. But I likely have a circadian rhythm disorder and my body clock is just naturally delayed... it's just a bit TOO delayed lately. I need to try to get back to a 1-2 a.m. bedtime.

Do you have a job? Sort of. I swing trade stocks. I work so little that I have a hard time calling it a real job haha.

What colour are the plates in your kitchen? White with a thin navy band around the edges.

What was the last gift you received? I think it was flowers?

What is your Chinese zodiac animal? I don't know.

Are you inside right now? If you're home, what room of the house are you in? Yep. I'm in the smaller living room that we use as a study.

Are you good at remembering faces? Nope not at all. I have mild face blindness and I won't remember what a person looks like until I've seen them at least several times (unless their appearance is super distinctive, then I'll remember them more quickly).

What will you do after this survey? I might make a cup of chamomile tea.

[bemyhurricanexwriting]

|| Part One ||

Entry #1 June 6th

the news of the world ending didn't come to a shock to me, I noticed all of the signs, All i was worried about was how my son and I were going to survive mentally from here on out into the next few seasons.

Holy crap all of the questions I'll have to answer in the upcoming waking hours when he realizes that there's no school ever again., and can we hope that one day we will cross paths with our loved ones someday.

My eye are overwhelmed with the constant tears that flow down my cheeks. We don't know what caused everything to shutdown, but everyone in out community stuck together and we worked together to make sure our kids were fed and we even started a survival camp within the neighborhood.

Entry #2 June 7th

We ventured up north, we found and stocked the car up with as many spagetti o's as we could fit along the way, but we were only able to survive for a few more weeks, before we were completely out of supplies; so we packed up and left for supply hunting before venturing to our next destination in search of any chosen family may have survived, We gave our pets their best chance, I couldn't change my mind. I just couldn't It wasn't fair to them and they know that they were loved for their whole lives, and that we will always love them no matter what, and believe that we will meet again in another life.

Entry #3 Juneteenth; tent

Every millennial's dream has come true.. if only tiktok worked. The Walking Dead memes I could share. oh, social media how I miss you. I have to be strong for him though. If you're okay, he's okay, and if he's okay, you're still on your guard because you'll always protect him.

Entry #4 Juneteenth; tent #2

I finally got my road trip; We're halfway past Nashville, 21 miles past it in a town call Franklin. It was quite the place. I could have seen myself settling there before the world ended, now I have no idea where I see myself while I'm constantly feeling anxious about missing appts that we no longer have. We stopped at some diner that seemed to be opened as a pit stop for survivors and some of them lived in tents outside. Despite the world basically shutting down and ending and all, I was still healing from my previous trauma, and I didn't have my resources to help. There was no DV advocate to call me back in ten minutes when I decided to reach for help. I wish I used those as much as I wanted, I was so grateful for everyone and I wish I told them one last time. In the next life I suppose.

Entry #5 Father's Day; shower stall.

We weren't going to stay, that was until Jax asked me to stay for 1 night. We were staying for one night. We got a hot meal and washed up for bed, it was just one night.

I felt the hot water burn the back of my neck while massaging the soap throughout my hair, completely zoning out.

I forgot where I was when I heard a familiar voice, the sound of his voice, the voice that I had so wanted to wake up and go to sleep to every morning for the last eight years. The voice that came back into her life a million times just to disappear the next morning not sure if we would have another secret moment to ourselves.

I turned off the water and wrapped myself in my towel while I dried my hair with another one before brushing my hair. Once I was decent I went out seeing the love of my life standing there helping his daughter brush her teeth while I did the same.

Entry #6 Father's Day; back at tent.

"You're really not going to acknowledge that we know each other?" I looked at him still in a state of shock that he was even standing in front of me. "I'm glad you survived.." I told him spitting the toothpaste into the sink before I looked at him and smiled soaking in the energy between the two of them.

He either found me, or I found him. we always do this, have I learned nothing? Should I pretend not to know who he is to be polite? I quickly smiled grabbing some paper towels before leaving the bathroom and settled in the tent with poems of Longfellow before drifting off to a sleep.

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[customtiresblog]

6 Reasons Why More and More Car Owners are Leaning Into Alloy Wheels

Alloy wheels have become increasingly popular among car enthusiasts and everyday drivers alike. These wheels are made from a combination of aluminum and other metals, offering several advantages over traditional steel wheels. 

Various Benefits Of Alloy Wheels And Why They Are A Preferred Choice

1. Lightweight Construction

One of the primary advantages of Ottawa alloy wheels is their lightweight construction. Compared to traditional steel wheels, alloy wheels are significantly lighter, which can have a positive impact on various aspects of vehicle performance. The reduced weight of alloy wheels results in less unsprung weight, improving handling, cornering, and overall agility. Additionally, lighter wheels can enhance fuel efficiency by reducing the amount of energy required to propel the vehicle.

2. Enhanced Aesthetic Appeal

Alloy wheels are available in a wide range of designs, finishes, and sizes, allowing vehicle owners to customize their ride and enhance its aesthetic appeal. Whether you prefer a sleek and modern look or a more aggressive and sporty style, there's an alloy wheel design to suit every taste and preference. The eye-catching appearance of alloy wheels can significantly enhance the overall look of a vehicle, making it stand out on the road and turning heads wherever it goes.

3. Improved Heat Dissipation

Alloy wheels offer superior heat dissipation compared to steel wheels, thanks to their excellent thermal conductivity properties. During braking, heat is generated as the brake pads clamp down on the rotors. Alloy wheels are better able to dissipate this heat, helping to prevent brake fade and maintain consistent braking performance, especially during heavy or prolonged braking. This can enhance safety and reliability, particularly in high-performance driving conditions.

4. Resistance to Corrosion

Experts at Goldwing Autocare explain that unlike steel wheels, which are prone to rust and corrosion when exposed to moisture and road salt, alloy wheels are highly resistant to corrosion. The aluminum alloy used in alloy wheels forms a protective oxide layer when exposed to air, preventing the metal from corroding and maintaining its appearance and structural integrity over time. This corrosion resistance ensures that alloy wheels remain looking great for years to come, even in harsh environmental conditions.

5. Increased Brake Clearance

Alloy wheels are often designed with larger diameters and thinner spokes compared to steel wheels. This design allows for increased brake clearance, making alloy wheels compatible with larger brake calipers and rotor assemblies. As a result, vehicle owners have the flexibility to upgrade their braking systems for improved stopping power and performance without worrying about clearance issues. This makes alloy wheels an excellent choice for enthusiasts who want to enhance their vehicle's performance capabilities.

6. Ease of Maintenance

Maintaining alloy wheels is relatively easy compared to steel wheels. The smooth and non-porous surface of alloy wheels makes them resistant to dirt, brake dust, and other contaminants, making them easier to clean and maintain. Regular washing with mild soap and water is usually all that's needed to keep alloy wheels looking their best. Additionally, alloy wheels can be polished or painted to restore their luster or customize their appearance, providing endless possibilities for personalization.

Alloy wheels offer a multitude of advantages over traditional steel wheels, including lightweight construction, enhanced aesthetic appeal, improved heat dissipation, corrosion resistance, better fuel efficiency, increased resale value, and customization options. Whether you're looking to enhance the performance, appearance, or value of your vehicle, alloy wheels are a versatile and practical choice for drivers of all kinds. Check this to find out more. 

[zephyrwatering]

Seven Uses Of Garden Hose Beyond Watering

Summer has arrived, with the sun on your cheeks, birds tweeting happily, and the wonderful swish of the sprinkler! It is the time of year for outdoor activities, cookouts, and, of course, taking care of those gorgeous blossoms. Speaking of blooming, let’s not overlook the reliable garden hose, the unsung hero of a flourishing garden.

Yes, as everyone knows, it maintains our flowerbeds exploding with color and our lawns emerald green. What if we told you that this indispensable green thumb had a secret life? Friends, get out your watering cans because your garden water hose is going to become your best outside friend. Prepare to unlock this modest hero’s latent potential with anything from spectacular slip-and-slides to shining car washes!

1. Pressure Washing The Car

Imagine having a spotlessly clean automobile in your driveway without having to pay a hefty car wash fee. You can indeed make an excellent do-it-yourself vehicle wash with just your hose. Install a spray nozzle that has movable settings. To start, take a warm shower to help remove any dirt or grime.

To ensure a complete rinse, switch to a stream with increased force. Always remember to operate in parts and stay away from blasting the electrical components or the engine compartment directly. Apply vehicle wash soap with a hose to get that additional shine. To speed up the procedure even more, have a person lather the car with soap while the other rinses.

2. Patio Power Cleaning

Cleaning for springtime doesn’t have to end at home. Using your reliable hose, give your terrace a makeover. For bigger areas, attach a fan nozzle for a broad spray. Remove the cobwebs, leaves, and grime that have gathered during the winter. Think about using a hose connection with a scrubbing brush for tough dirt. Just keep in mind to change the water pressure to prevent breaking sensitive materials, such as patio furniture.

3. Preparing Pool Parties

Are you getting your pool ready for summertime fun? Your hose can come in quite handy. Using the hose, fill the pool; depending on its size, this may take some time. You may want to use a hose-connected pool vacuum attachment to clear the pool walls or remove tough debris. These useful gadgets clean your pool so it is ready for summertime swims by using water pressure to remove debris and leaves.

4. Playful Canine Companion

Admittedly, summers frequently result in muddy paw prints left all over the house. Make washing your pet an enjoyable outdoor pastime! Create a fun play area for your dog by attaching a spray nozzle to your rubber garden hose. Your dog will enjoy splashing around in the cool mist, and you shall have a clean, hopefully, exhausted dog without having to deal with any mess indoors. On warmer days, this is also a terrific method to keep children cool!

5. The Do-It-Yourself Slip and Slide Superstar

Do you recall the excitement of slipping and sliding as a kid? Use your hose to assist you and your children (or perhaps even yourself!) Recreate that summertime enchantment. In a grassy area, lay out a huge tarp. To stop it from sliding, fasten it with pegs or weights. Then, let’s start the hose party! be the ideal amount of slickness by adjusting the water flow, then be ready for giggles and even some tumbles.

6. The Fruit Tree Friend

A plentiful crop depends on your fruit trees staying well-hydrated. But what happens if your beautiful sprinkler system isn’t working? Not a problem! You can save the day with your hose. Use a pin to make tiny holes down the length of the hose to make a homemade soaker hose. Turn on the water and snake it around the base of your trees. By allowing for deep-root irrigation, this style of gradual and steady growth encourages optimal fruit development.

7. Savior Firefighter

Summer evenings are full of outdoor get-togethers and, naturally, fire dangers. It is reassuring to have a hose close at hand. You can swiftly put out a tiny fire, such as a campfire that gets out of hand, by using a powerful jet of water. Always put safety first! Make sure you always have a safe route out in case the fire gets out of control.

And that’s it! Recall that your garden hose has more purposes than merely providing water the next time you glance at it. When let go, it is a flexible companion for a range of outdoor activities.

Having the appropriate instrument for the job is essential to releasing your garden hose’s latent potential. Technically, any hose will get you wet, but a high-quality, long-lasting hose will make all the difference. Made of premium rubber, Zephyr’s best garden hose offers unparalleled flexibility and durability, making them suitable for both demanding cleaning jobs and the careful care of your prize-winning roses. Additionally, they are lightweight, which makes moving around the yard easy.

Are you prepared to turn your hose into a multipurpose outdoor tool? Explore the Zephyr website’s selection of premium hoses; your summertime activities are waiting! So use your imagination, have fun, and let your handy hose’s latent potential run wild!

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[thecarwash01]

Summer Detailing Guide: Keeping Your Car Cool and Clean

As the summer sun blazes and temperatures soar, taking care of your car becomes crucial not only for aesthetics but also for maintaining its overall condition.

Summer brings unique challenges such as intense UV rays, dust accumulation, and heat-related issues that can affect your vehicle's paint, interior, and mechanical components. This is when you need the service of car detailing in Fredericksburg.

In this summer guide, we'll explore essential tips to keep your car clean, and protected during the hottest months of the year.

1. Regular Washing and Waxing:

Regular washing is fundamental to keeping your car clean during the summer. Use a pH-balanced car wash soap and microfiber towels to gently clean the exterior. Follow up with a quality wax or sealant to provide a protective layer against UV rays and enhance the paint's durability and gloss.

2. Protecting the Interior:

The summer sun can cause interior surfaces to fade, crack, and deteriorate over time. Use sunshades or windshield covers to block direct sunlight and reduce heat buildup inside the car. Consider investing in UV-resistant window tints to further protect your interior from sun damage. Regularly clean and condition leather seats to prevent drying and cracking.

3. Tire Care and Maintenance:

Hot pavement and prolonged sun exposure can accelerate tire wear and affect tire pressure. Check your tire pressure regularly, especially during the summer when fluctuations are common. Keep tires properly inflated to the manufacturer's specifications to ensure optimal performance and fuel efficiency.

4. Cooling System Maintenance:

Your car's cooling system works harder during the summer to keep the engine temperature in check. Ensure that the coolant level is topped up and the cooling system is free from leaks or issues. Consider flushing and replacing the coolant according to your manufacturer's recommended schedule to prevent overheating and potential engine damage.

5. Clean Air Conditioning System:

A functioning air conditioning (AC) system is essential for a comfortable driving experience during hot summer days. Have your AC system inspected and serviced regularly to ensure proper cooling efficiency. Clean or replace cabin air filters to maintain fresh and clean airflow inside the vehicle, reducing allergens and odors.

6. Professional Detailing Services:

Consider scheduling professional car detailing in Fredericksburg during the summer to address deeper cleaning, paint correction, and protection needs. Professional detailers have the expertise and tools to rejuvenate your car's exterior and interior, ensuring it looks and feels its best throughout the season.

By following these summer detailing tips, you can keep your car cool, clean, and protected from the harsh effects of summer weather. Regular maintenance and proper care not only enhance your car's appearance but also contribute to its longevity and resale value. Enjoy your summer adventures with a well-maintained and refreshed vehicle!