#also i'm going a bit late on my lunch break lol

[missjoolee]

Juke Jeudi Jinhaeng Jung

Look at that alliteration. did i use google translate until i found a language that had a translation of “in progress” that started with a ‘j’? yes. was it happenstance that it was korean, the language of all the k-dramas Imène has been coercing me to watch, to be the first i found? also, yes. anyway. i just wanted to post something that might motivate me to continue working on it so here we are.

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"The train will arrive momentarily. Please stay behind the yellow line until it comes to a complete stop."

Julie doesn't even glance up from her phone as she hears the train's rumbling approach bouncing off the tunnel wall, the brakes screeching as they engage. Stale air ruffles her hair as it bursts from the tunnel and comes to a stop at the platform. When she hears the hiss of the doors sliding open, she finally puts her phone away and waits for passengers to disembark before she makes her way into the third car from the end.

It's always the third to last car. The front cars fill quick with people too lazy to walk further along the platform, tired from their days, or maybe they just really like standing too close to people. The last car is also out. Something about the extremes, if you can't be in the front, go to the back. Or maybe the social ladder rules from primary school have too strong a hold on them. Cool kids are at the back. The back of the bus. The back of the classroom. The back of the train. Doesn't really matter, the point is that it's full too. Julie's not judging, but she sure as hell isn't joining them when the third car from the back has space to at least pretend you have a personal bubble.

Seeing an empty seat on the bench in the middle, she sits down, slipping her second earbud into her ear. It's going to be 25 minutes before she arrives at her station. She might as well use that time for her music. Moving to her personal discography, she presses play before pulling out her half size notebook. She turns the pages until she comes to a blank one. This particular melody had assaulted her last week and while she had managed to flesh out the chords over the weekend, creating a solid basis to start with, the words haven't come yet. So, she will listen to it on repeat for the remainder of her commute and see what the music tells her it's to be about. Thankfully, this isn't Julie's usual writing process. It's much more likely for her to have the words first and the melody comes days, weeks, or even years later. Only occasionally will the words will come holding hands with the melody from the get go. No, melody first isn't her usual. But these songs tend to be more satisfying to complete. Figuring out what they are about is like befriending someone's pet at a party. It's shy, but with patience and gentle coaxing, you will be rewarded.

Two stops later, Julie's eyes stray from the notebook up to the doors. She watches for him. She doesn't know his name, but he started sharing a commute with her about a month ago. He always gets on two stops after her. He also has a preference for the third car from the back. And he's hot. Look, It's not like Julie is constantly rating her fellow commuter's attractiveness. The loud colored beanies he wears over his shaggy brown hair, and the ridiculous cut-off shirts displaying very toned arms, along with a soft covered guitar slung across his back, just kind of...snags a girl's attention. But Julie got over that pretty quick. No, the reason she watches for him each day has nothing to do with his being "eye candy", as Flynn would call him, but because of his shirts. It's like he has an infinite number of cut-off shirts each with a more ridiculous band name than the last. Julie likes to play a game and guess the genre before googling them. She has perfected the art of looking while not looking like she's looking. Oof. That was a sentence.

The doors slide shut with a small rattle she can just barely hear over the piano notes in her ears. Huh. He must not be here today. Julie focuses back down on her notebook page. It's still pretty bare, only a few shorthand notes about changing a progression here and holding a chord a beat longer there. The song starts over just as the rhythmic sounds of the train on the tracks gets louder, someone moving from the car ahead to this one. Looking up, hazel eyes lock with hers. It's him. He's carrying a paper grocery bag in one arm, his guitar slung across his back like usual. And hanging of his right arm is a small elderly woman, slowly shuffling forward. The man is the only thing keeping her upright as the car sways back and forth. The corners of his mouth lift before his gaze drops down to the woman he's helping, saying something to her as he guides her to the empty bench at the front of the car. The magic of third car from the back. It rarely ever disappoints. Once she is sitting, he sets the grocery bag down next to her, then he grabs onto the handhold right next to her. They continue to converse, and Julie doesn't realize she is staring until he glances over and they make eye contact again. Flushing, she directs her head to look down once more. Her eyes followed a half beat behind, so she could glimpse his shirt for the day.

My Goose Has a Knife

Julie barely contains a snort. It's probably some alternative band. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she navigates to google. A youtube channel is one of the top results. It's a local Folk Metal band. Oh wow! They have a hurdy gurdy! Pausing her music, she watches their top videos for the remainder of her ride. She quickly packs her notebook away and removes an earbud when she feels the brakes begin to engage, and she stands up as the tunnel wall outside the windows is exchanged for bright lights and the bustle of people. Calves engage as the train comes to a stop, holding her balance, and Julie chances one last glimpse at him. His easy smile as he comfortably stands there talking to the woman makes her heart skip, just for a moment, before she exits the train and begins the walk home to her apartment.

[taylormarieee]

Dollar bills and love Billionaire!Miguel O'Hara

🎶I'ma take her bougie ass to Rodeo and then let her pick up whatever she want. CC, Gucci, hit Bottega, whatever she want She piss me off, somehow she still get whatever she want🎶

Summary: You were bratty all day, no matter what Miguel tried to do, take you shopping, buy you food, he even bought you puppies, you were still bratty so he decided maybe fucking it out of you would do the trick.

Pairing: Husband!Billionaire!Miguel x Fem!Entrepreneur!reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Dom!Miguel, sub!reader, annoyed Miguel, bratty reader, PiV sex, oral(f), rough sex, mentions of arguing, Miguel being considerate, Miguel being slightly mean, degrading kink, praise kink, pussy whipped Miggy, mentions of height difference (reader is 5'7 Miguel is a 6'9 kingggg!), established relationship(there married), kinda angst/sadness, animal awareness(please be kind to animals, there so precious and adorable, especially puppies.)

A/N: I'm in the writing mood lol, ENJOY!

Miguel was the best husband you honestly could ever ask for. He was kind and so loving and caring. He was the opposite of what you thought about him when you first saw him.

You own your own business called Size Flows. It's a business for making clothes for plus sized people. Many plus sized people don't get to have clothes like that.

They have to fit in clothes that don't define their curves and beauty properly because the clothes are made for skinnier people. So one day when you decided to throw a party for the celebration of your business being a success you didn't expect much.

Yes, you did send flyers out but you didn't think they were going to reach the higher-higher staff and people in the world. So when famous billionaires and Multi-billionaires and millionaires started showing up into your building, you were shocked,

One of those billionaires happened to be, Lord and Behold, Miguel O'Hara. You were intimidated by him for quite some time at the party. He was tall! That was a fact. He also looked annoyed and mean.

Not really engaging in a lot of conversation like the others did. I mean yeah, the party was at night but it wasn't that late and the party didn't go on for too long so people didn't start getting bored of each other in there.

Eventually you decided to make conversation with him because why not (though you did notice most people cowered and scurried away from him when walking by). So when you arrived at his feet it took about 3 looks to finally meet his eyesight.

He was staring down at you with a tight lipped smile and you looked at him with a wide, happy, inviting one. Your signature smile at most, as that's what your assistant Alexandria says.

"Hello! You must be Miguel! I've heard a lot about you and your work and I must say, I'm intrigued to know just a little at how your mind works.

Miguel had a completely different company from yours, obviously. Yours was about clothes, he built his own museum. It was about like history and about Aerodynamics. The museum was impressive and it was large. I'm talking like, really LARGE!

You honestly couldn't help yourself. You visited the museum about 13 times. A couple with your friends who were into that stuff and like twice with your family and other times with your co-workers who wanted to go on their lunch break. You introduced yourself by saying your name or at least trying to before he cut you off.

"I'm very pleased to meet you Miguel, my name is-" you start off.

"I know who you are hermosa. I've seen your face on the cameras at my museum every time you go." He says.

Your eyes widen. You were so shocked by the cameras bit you didn't even register the intimate name he gave you. 'He's in charge of the cameras. And he's seen me over and over again!?' you thought in shock.

"Your honestly probably one of my most frequent visitors besides a bunch of college boys." he says with a polite smile on his face that makes you feel the need to laugh. He chuckles and laughs with you.

"wow, so you're frequent with the cameras huh?" you ask in a playful tone. He chuckles as he takes a sip of his whiskey.

"Yea, if you say so. I like to make sure my museum is safe and the guests are happy." he responds with a seriousness in his tone.

"Well, I mean coming from number one guest, I must say... I'm extremely happy every time I see the front of the building. Just so eager to go inside."

He laughs again and for the first time, you see a twinkle in his eyes. You guys talk for the rest of the night to the point you're the only two left in the building.

He kindly walks you to your car, which you were forever grateful for and that night ended and more frequent ones with him in it began until you two finally got married.

You were more happy in your life now than you have ever been before. You have the hottest man in the world to wake up to every morning and to say goodnight to every night.

That was three years ago and now, your here dragging Miguel everywhere, looking and searching for stuff you don't need.

Miguel was pissed at you because you were being a bit bratty today. You weren't satisfied and you constantly gave him attitude and sass. He was slowly loosing his patience and his temper the more and more bratty you got.

It got to the point he yelled at you and told you to get in the car both of you arguing for a good 20 minutes on why you were being so bratty and why he was being so annoying and grumpy.

He took you to a pet store. He bought you a tiny little bedazzled blue collar and then told you, "Pick." he said just standing in front of the dog pen with a bunch of puppies running around your legs.

"w-what?" you ask quietly, some forms of your attitude gone. "Pick. One." he says sternly with his jaw clenched. You feel slight fear but get filled with excitement when you see the two puppies you've been wanting forever!

A Corgi and a Yorkshire terrier! They were the cutest puppies to you, well that's a lie, you wanted every puppy in this store but it's not that Miguel wouldn't buy them all, it's the responsibility and care you have to have for them.

The hours you work make it difficult to buy every single one. "Miggy," you start, batting your eyelashes at him, "Can I get them all?" you ask.

There were like 15 dogs in here and you wanted every single one. "mami, no. You can get 2." he negotiates. You pout and your bratty attitude comes back.

"no! I want them all! If not then how about like 8?" you argue the amount with him. He rolls his eyes, once filled with sincerity and love now filled with anger and annoyance.

He usually wasn't annoyed with you when you got like this sometimes but he had a really bad day a work and you arguing with him didn't make it any better.

"No, two. No more negotiating mama." he says as calmly as he can because the last thing he wanted was you flinching and crying at his temper and how scary he got.

He did that once and the last time he did it, you didn't utter a proper word to him face to face for a month. He made you so scared and for a second when he raised his hand you flinched.

You genuinely thought he was going to hit you. He immediately stopped raising his voice at you after that. You allow it sometimes when you're arguing but you don't raise your voice at him that much because you know his temper and his patience.

"ok, how about 4? is that ok??!" you ask with those puppy dog eyes and that cute little pout he loves to see in different circumstances if you know what I mean.

"ok mama, and that's it." You get 4 collars for their genders one pink, one red, one green, and one violet. You got a Dachshund, a Yorkshire terrier, and a French bulldog and a Shih Tzu.

-The Dachshund was a boy and you named him lucky. (he got the red collar.)

-The Shih Tzu was a girl and you named her princess. (she obvi got the pink collar)

-The French bulldog was also a girl and you named her cleo. (she got the purple collar)

-The Yorkshire terrier was the last you chose and he was a boy and you named him stripe. (the name is because he was black and had a brown stripe on his face and he obvi got the green collar)

"That'll be $1,375 sir. And would you like to donate to charity for dogs in need?" she asks with a smile on her face.

"Ok, and yes I would like to donate!" Miguel responds with a smile on his face matching hers.

"Oooo! No Miguel! Can I do it instead? Oh, please hermoso, lemme do it!" you beg you wanted to be part of that cause.

"Ok hermosa, go ahead but lemme pay for the doggy bowls and the food and all the beds and everything else ok?"

"Miguel that means i'll have to buy something! Leave the doggy bowls out, I'll buy them because you'll have to press decline." You explain to him.

"No, I'll pay some to charity and then you pay some." He says smiling glad that your attitude is over.

"If you both don't mind me asking, how much are you donating? I run the charity and I'm just curious." The lady who you now know her name to be Sam, asks.

"Oh I'm paying 500,000 dollars." Miguel says nonchalantly like it's nothing. Her mouth drops.

"And i'm paying 600,000." I add with a smile on my face. Miguel dips his head back down at me and narrows his eyes like it's a competetion.

"Never mind 700,000." he says eyeing me up and down.

"800,000"

"900,000"

"1,000,000" I say finally winning.

"I'll pay 900,00 Sam." Miguel says smiling at her. The lady is crying now and you rush over to hug her.

"Oh poor thing. I have just as much love for dogs as you do. My dog died a couple weeks ago and i've been dying for a new one. That's why we're here so i'm glad we were able to help." You reassure her hugging her.

She mutters a sorry for your loss as she's fighting back tears and you smile feeling tears run down you face as well. Animals were such a big part of life and they brought so many people happiness.

To see the way so many people mistreat animals really crushes your heart. You both pay and walk away with happy smiles and 4 happy puppies with a new home.

You wave to the other employees as they finally realize who you and Miguel were. They asked for pictures and hugs. You gave that to them and then bid them a farewell.

"Thank you Miguel, I really needed this." You say with more tears in your eyes. His face softens and he hugs you and kisses your head. "It's ok baby. I have one more surprise for you at home." He says with a smirk on his face.

You decided to be a tease. The entire car ride you acted bratty and all mad because he wouldn't let you get all the puppies.

You knew exactly what the surprise was so that's why you acted like this. The surprise was sex, you knew it was. That smirk he had on his face in the pet store showed it. He was horny and now frustrated so that only meant one thing...

ROUGH SEX! You loved rough sex with Miguel so much. He would always degrade you and then praise you. He was just so bipolar during sex but whenever you made him real mad and pushed his limits like you are right now,

It always led to hateful, angry sex, well maybe not hateful but really angry, rough sex.

"Get out." He says through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. Your eye's go wide still keeping up with the act. "No Miguel! This conversation isn't over." You say stubbornly sitting in your seat.

"Fine. Then I'm getting out and I'm going to feed the dogs you're neglecting right now." He says with an eyebrow raised and a shrug.

You gasp and cross your arms over your chest. Your body and the car slightly shakes with Miguels slam to the door.

"what a jerk." You mutter under your breath but sometimes you forget your husband has super hearing and you also have a trunk, that happened to be open...

SMUT INCOMING: MDNI!!!!!

"Hmm love? What was that? Oh. I'm a jerk? mhmm mami, I'll show you a jerk." He says in that sultry smooth voice that had your knees buckling, every. single. time.

You let out a sigh as you watch him go into the house( aka a big ass mansion.) You wait until he goes fully inside. He closes the door but you still wait a little just for good measure.

When you walk in, something pushes you against the wall and Miguels lips are instantly on you roughly. You whimper and he grips your throat.

Your hand rushes to his hand around your throat and he growls biting your bottom lip, drawing it back before letting it spring back to it's original place.

His grip on your neck only tightens as he pushes his crotch against you. He flips you around roughly and your face and front part of your body hits the wall hard, his hand still on your neck.

You moan at the feeling of his crotch pressed against your ass now. "You wanted me to be a jerk right? Your so fucking ungrateful baby but damn are you beautiful." he growls in your ear, clearly fed up with your bratty attitude.

"Guess daddy is gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you huh? ¿Es eso lo que quieres, puta sucia?" He asks you. You loved when he dirty talked to you in spanish, it turned you on so much.

"Mhmm, want you to fuck it outta me papi." you say in return, your voice low and seductive. He grins against your neck before biting it roughly. causing you to. cry. out.

He licks over the bite and you whimper, your legs clenching to find some sort of friction. "Nuh uh mamacita, no trying to please your self. Spread em open baby." He says in a soft voice he didn't have a second ago.

You hesitantly oblige and spread your legs. "Good girl, look at that, mi niña bonita es tan buena para mí." he says proudly.

you smile to yourself before he's picking you up over his shoulder and carrying you up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

"Miggy, i-i'm sorry, I won't be bratty again! I promise." You beg him with pleading eyes when he rests you in the bedroom, on top of the bed as he slowly climbs on top of you.

"No. Don't do that. That's what you said last week, and last month. Every time you beg, I have mercy on you and let it slide, not today baby. Me lo tomarás como una buena chica, ¿verdad?"

"Yes daddy, I'll take it like a good girl for you! I promise, i'm sorry."you respond. His hand trails up. and down your body agonizingly slow and it's making you anxious and needy.

"mhm, daddy, can you fuck me now, please?" you beg. He looks at you and shakes his head.

"No, mi amor. Shut up, and maybe I will." He says roughly. Your eyes start to tear up, not from his words but from his actions.

I mean, I guess you deserve it but he didn't have to be this slow. You stay quiet for the next 20 minutes? you don't even know anymore cuz you lost count.

He finally dips his head, kissing down your stomach, your clothes long gone. He finally reaches where you want him. His warm tongue flat against your soaking cunt.

You let out a relieved sigh, "mhmm thank you thank you thank you miggy." you chant out breathlessly.

his tongue dips inside of you and that alone has you winded. Your breathing his ragged and your hands immediately flying to his hair as you tug on it.

"What'd I say, hmm love? shut up or I stop." He says sternly, your cunt now feeling empty without his tongue. He licked and sucked and prodded at your entrance multiple times.

Soon making you come undone. Your legs closed around his head and you cried out as he licked up every single drop you had, not letting any at all go to waste.

Once he stood back up and met your teary eyes, he smiled. Not a genuine, happy smile, no. It was this smirk that he made when he knew he won, when he knew that he had your little mind wrapped around his finger.

He begins moving the belt to his pants and all you hear is a grunt. You don't even register his cock slipping and sliding through your slick folds.

"Joder mi amor, te sientes tan apretado a mi alrededor." he moans out as he slides his cock into your entrance. You feel so tight around him. Like virgin tight.

"Gonna beat this pussy real nice baby, No quiero que camines por el resto del fin de semana. No walking at all mama." He whimpers when your walls clench around him.

He's pounding now. First it was small, slow thrusts to ease you into it but your pussy is just too addicting. Miguel was so lost in your pussy, he doesn't even realize how hard he's pounding in to you.

His pace unrelenting, even after he made you cum for a second time. Your pussy feeling overstimulated and sore but Miguel is too entranced to care, constantly muttering out cure words and how good you feel wrapped around him.

You felt your orgasm coming as your walls fluttered around him again. He groaned at the feeling and roughly thrusted into you yet again.

"This pussy is all mine, such a fucking brat. Now look who's a mess over my cock hmm hermosa? Mierda, eres una jodida puta para mí, cariño." he says aggressively, enunciating his words with his thrusts.

You scream out and chant Miguels name over and over again while your orgasm rushes through you. you claw at his back and pull on his hair. You've left little tiny crescent shapes in his biceps.

He finally cums inside you at the same time and he releases this animalistic, primal groan and you shudder at the sound. You moan when you feel his hot warm load burst inside you.

"Fuck Miguel." you pant out before sleep over comes you. You were so weak and so tired.

It's a little later in the night, 12:32 to be exact. You look at the clock and then look behind you to find a sleep Miguel with his arm under your head and the other keeping you close resting on your stomach.

You turn until your face is in his chest. You had Miguels shirt on and underwear. He's so sweet, he must've cleaned you up when you passed out.

Your hands run through his hair lightly and you smile at his resting face. You kiss his face, then his nose, then his lips and the his neck.

You loved everything about Miguel and you hope he knows it. How tall he was compared to you, how he had such a sweet soul behind that mean facade. Everything about him was drop-dead gorgeous.

If you had the option to relive one memory with Miguel, It would be the first time you met him. So kind and such a gentlemen.

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[darling-i-read-it]

Hi how are you? 😃 May I request some headcanons of RE characters (you choose, i can't choose because I like most of them 😅 ) with a reader who worked 13 days straight and has insomnia so they're pretty much in autopilot or zombie mode at the end of that but are more polite then usual? I hope I don't have to work that many days in a row again 😩

HI yes i can relate as someone who doesn't know how to say no to picking up shifts. my record is only ten days thought, rest in peace my love that sounds HORRIFIC. i chose some guys at random (along with chris and leon, my favorites lol) i hope you enjoy!

Chris Redfield

literally him too

this man has never known a good nights sleep since he was like 21 and even then it was kind of rocky

he has less sympathy because of it. to him it's kind of normal

he works like no one else has ever worked because he cares about his cause. it's a bit hard for him to understand that not everyone does in the case of work

he feels bad seeing you this way though and he knows it

he may have done it before but seeing you go through the zombie nature was affecting him now. you were his person, his safe spot, and you weren't safe

once the sympathy comes it doesn't leave

calls your boss!!!!

on your phone!!!

he's so scary. he's a scary big man. tall. big. large. so large.

they gave you three days off in a row actually

they also mentioned to not have your boyfriend call on your phone again because of professional reasons and it wasn't until then that you knew he even called

you were so out of it you hadn't checked your outgoing calls (and why would you?)

anything he can do to help, he will. just ask it of him.

The two of you sat in front of the TV. His arm was over your shoulder as you leaned against him, more comfortable now than you had been in weeks.

"You hungry?" he questioned, glancing down at you.

"I could eat."

"Anything specific?" You glanced up at him, meeting your eyes. He could read your look. You wanted him to go and get food. He narrowed his eyes, playfully. "It's late."

"I know. I'm being silly."

"Well I didn't say no."

Leon Kennedy

Leon is the most likely on this list to also have some sort of insomnia. He can't even talk against you either because he has the same exact issues

working too much, not sleeping enough

he drinks sometimes till he can't feel the effects of either

so who is he to say that you should go to bed or that working so much was destructive?

despite it being hypocritical, he sees the overall exhaustion within you

you're suddenly quietly polite, you have nothing in you to fight against him, even when he makes his normal banter and you don't return it

that's what really affected him. until you got rest, you could never really be back to him. your polite tired nature made him want to protect you. you were his, he couldn't let you go on like this

he showed up at your work

he didn't chew out your boss, no, he just 'brought you lunch' and then politely demanded that you be given two days off

he may have brought a weapon. it wasn't very good of him but then again, neither was having someone work 13 days straight

you promised him that you would do it for him next time

"What about when you go off to Japan for a month and I know you aren't sleeping?" you questioned. You sat in bed together, eyes heavy, no work in the morning.

"If you were in Japan I couldn't know if you were sleeping either," he pointed out.

"I feel like you would find a way." He smiled, that charming gentle smile. Comforting, homey.

"You're right. I would." You rolled your eyes.

Carlos Oliveira

was a fierce advocate for you taking a day off and is mid contact with your boss

he doesn't care if it was your choice. he really doesn't. he loves but you but damn if he won't let you go through that again

you're so quiet that it scares him sometimes. the life in your eyes is just barely there

he is a bit of a workaholic himself sometimes but he knows how to take breaks. he prides himself in being able to separate himself from that when he can

he tries to lull you to sleep (like you don't know what he's trying to do)

you're stubborn and he knows this and you're also far too tired to admit how tired you actually are

the kind of boyfriend to give you tea and hope it does the trick. to give you massages, make you listen to him talk so much that hopefully you'll fall asleep in his lap

he adores you to pieces. he really does. how can he bear to see you like this?

it's like you're a zombie and not the bad kind. he wanted you to spend the whole day in bed and again, he will call your boss on your behalf, he'll pay for the rent if he can, he doesn't care

he'll do whatever he can to save you from the fate of another awful night like that

His hand massaged your shoulders as you sat together on the couch. You had been silent for a while and although it used to worry him, he was just happy to have you beside him.

"No work tomorrow," he mentioned quietly.

"Don't talk about work," you whispered. He nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

"Sorry." You looked at him at your side. "I think I might lock you in the bedroom so you can get some sleep."

"You know that's not how that works," you whispered, though you smiled at the gesture anyway.

"It's how it should work."

Ethan Winters

Ethan understands better than most how hard it can be to let things slide

he knows that working sometimes helps. it helps the silence in his head when all he can focus on is that he's so tired and the has to work

because he understands, he also has a certain degree of protection he has over you

he knows what it feels like to be unable to feel his eyelids anymore because they're so heavy

the very second you have off he demands that you stay inside

he would rather you be laying down and not moving for a while if he could stand it, allowing you to bask in the quietness

he would make you promise him that you would try your hardest to sleep because he thought that once exhaustion came over you it would be too hard not to

he wanted to tell you about how hard it was for him after the Baker house to sleep because he had so many bad memories that he didn't want to relive

he tries to relate to you about that. he wants you to know that sometimes his bed is a demon in and of itself

insists you take time off afterwards. he doesn't care how it happens but you need a day of rest and that's final

"They'll probably need me in sooner," you admitted, quietly. He shook his head over dinner. He had made it for you that night, happily, some of your favorite foods.

"Two days minimum," he said.

"You're not my boss Ethan," you told him honestly but he shook his head. He was having none of it.

"You should quit."

"I know. But I can't."

"I know," he hummed, shaking his head. "Two days. Two. In a row."

[glossdebut]

Take a Bite Ch. 3

✧ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

✧ SUMMARY: Your fledgling career as a music journalist is finally going in some kind of direction that must be on the path to success. Your coworkers like you enough to invite you out on Fridays, your boss is starting to think you’re competent enough to let you score a few bylines, and you're finally getting the hang of InDesign. All of your hard work, late nights, and complete lack of a social life are starting to pay off... Even if it all came at the expense of the longest relationship of your life. Fine. You've accepted the fact that romance isn't for you, under any circumstances. You won't risk your career for anybody. Not even Min Yoongi.

✧ TAGS: slow burn, eventual smut, eventual romance, producer yoongi, music journalist reader, neighbors to friends to lovers? you'll see, reader is bad at feelings, reader is post-break up

✧ WARNINGS: yoongi being RICH. also... remember that eventual smut? well it's kind of here! if you wanna skip, stop reading at [Maybe you should fix that.] and then continue at [After another moment, you roll over onto your stomach...]

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✧ STATUS: ongoing

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Chapter 3: I Wanna Fold Clothes For You

So, you and Yoongi are friends.

Of course, seeing him three times within twenty four hours was a fluke, and over the next six days you don’t see him once, not even in passing in your shared hallway. You’re not privy to his work hours, but you know based on what little he’s told you that working as a producer demands more than the normal nine to five, as does your job.

Still, there’s something about coming home every night and knowing that you have a friend right down the hall, if you need one. You haven’t had that in a long time, and you feel so much lighter now that you do have it. 

There is, of course, an upside to not being able to see Yoongi often. Given that you’ve only just met him, you don’t have his appearance committed to memory quite yet, and mercifully, you’re beginning to forget why you were so viscerally attracted to him in the first place. 

You reason that it must’ve been the alcohol. You were getting drunk when you met him, stupidly drunk when you discovered that you’re neighbors, hungover when you shared a tangerine, and drinking from a bottomless glass of wine (courtesy of Seokjin) when you drooled over his hands for a solid ten minutes. You have yet to interact with Yoongi clear-headed and lucid. Not to mention you’re just a little bit… pent up, recently. Drunk and horny Y/N had the wheel. That has to be it. Nobody is that hot. You’re sure of that. Men ain’t special!

So you go through your week business as usual, but with a slight spring in your step, and it’s lovely. You even venture way further away from the office for your lunch hour on Friday than you normally would to go to a restaurant you’ve been dying to try. You’re usually so tied to the office that the furthest you tend to go is the convenience store down the street for the instant stuff.

And then, since the universe demands correction (or overcorrection where you’re concerned), all of the floaty goodness comes to a screeching halt when you get in your car to head back to the office. Your car which, in the past hour you’ve been blissfully stuffing your face with tteokbokki, has decided it has done its job and is ready to retire.

It just straight up won’t start.

Sitting in the parking lot of the restaurant, you go into crisis management mode.

You’re thankfully not completely clueless where cars are concerned. It comes with the territory of owning a beater. You keep up with your oil changes, you don’t leave the lights on when you get home late. You replaced your battery semi-recently, so that shouldn’t be it. Unfortunately, you don’t have much time to troubleshoot. You need to get back to work. Okay… Damage control, then.

The most obvious solution is to call one of your coworkers to come and rescue you, but your coworkers are just as notorious for being tethered within a one mile radius of the office as you are, so that would more than likely end up being a waste of time. You could find the nearest bus stop, but who knows how long public transportation could take right now? Too unpredictable. You could call your boss and tell him that you’re not going to be back to the office anytime soon (or at all today) and get your car towed and repaired. But then you would suddenly have a reputation of being unreliable, because god forbid you have a human moment. That’s straight up not an option. You’ve been doing so good this week.

You’re sure there are other options. But isn’t this what friends are for?

He answers on the fifth ring, but he answers.

“Y/N?” 

“Yoongi.” You feel your shoulders slump in relief. You try your best not to sound as panicked as you feel. “Are you busy?”

“Um. I’m at the studio,” he says, confusion in his voice. “But I have a minute. Is everything okay?” Confusion and concern? That’s nice.

“Everything’s fine!” you blurt out. “Okay, maybe not. My car won’t start! I don’t know why, but it won’t, and I need to get back to work, but you’re at work, too! I don’t even know where you work, but I doubt it’s anywhere near where I am, and even if it is, I don’t want to tear you away from anything important—”

“Y/N.”

“—I know you said you had a minute, but I really don’t want to fuck up your flow. That’s a term, right? You’re a producer, you… flow. Anyway, I just don’t really know anyone here and I didn’t know who to call, and if I don’t get back to work soon my boss is going to kill me—”

“Y/N,” he says, more firmly. Your mouth snaps shut. “Where are you?”

“In my car,” you say dumbly, frazzled.

Yoongi sighs. “Send me your location.”

“For what?”

“I’m gonna send a car to come get you and drive you to your office,” he says, and he sounds just the slightest bit exasperated about needing to explain that to you.

Send a car? What the fuck? You have so many questions, such as: how fucking loaded is the guy who lives two doors down from you in your very shitty apartment building? What label does he even work for? How famous of a producer is he to be able to send a car to you? But your immediate instinct to turn down his help wins out over asking any of them.

“What? Yoongi, no, that’s too much,” you complain. “Don’t do that. I just freaked out a little bit, I can–”

“Y/N,” he interrupts. If you’re not mistaken, it sounds a bit like he’s trying not to laugh at you. Fucker. “Location.”

So you send him your location. What other option do you have?

“You’re not far,” Yoongi says once he receives your text. A few moments pass, and then: “Car will be there in ten.”

“Thank you,” you say. You feel nauseous, like maybe you’re going to cry, but there’s also a good amount of relief there, too. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“No need,” he says. “I’d come get you myself, but I really can’t get away right now.”

“Still, there’s a comically large bottle of an alcohol of your choosing in your future. Seriously, thank you.”

His responding laugh is enough to settle your stomach just a little. “Seriously, you don’t need to pay me back…” A pause. “But for the record, I like whiskey.”

You wrinkle your nose even though he can’t see it. “Gross.”

“Don’t be a hater.”

“As long as you don’t make me drink it with you, I’ll keep my comments to myself,” you say, finding yourself smiling.

“Oh, you think I share?” Yoongi teases back. He sighs again. “I really have to go.”

“Go, go,” you say. “Thanks for saving me. Even if it’s by proxy.”

“You can always call me if you need shit like this,” he says. You can tell that he means it. “I’m glad you called me. Means I’m doing something right.”

“You are,” you say, your voice soft. Your cheeks feel warm. Probably because you’re sitting in a dead car. “Thanks.”

Yoongi hums in response. “Text me when you get back to the office safe, okay?”

“I will. Bye, Yoongi.”

And that’s that.

★ ★ ★

True to your word, you text Yoongi when the stupidly luxurious car he ordered for you drops you off at your office, only ten minutes later than you’re due back from your lunch break. You’re able to slip in without anyone noticing that you’re late at all, which is great. Crisis partially averted.

He sends back a thumbs up emoji, and then decides to drop the bomb that he intends to pay for your car to be towed.

[1:21] You: YOONGI NO

[1:21] You: you can’t do that!!!!

[1:24] Yoongi: 100% I can and will as soon as I get ten minutes to make a phone call to sort it out.

The audacity of this man.

[1:25] You: seriously i cannot ask you to do that

[1:25] You: i was just going to take the bus back to the restaurant after work and deal with it from there. i’m actively researching towing companies and repair places on company time as we speak

[1:30] Yoongi: You’re not asking me. You’ve got enough to worry about. Let me take care of it. I know the places.

[1:31] You: still, i can’t let you spend money like that on me. i don’t even wanna think about what that car cost you

[1:31] Yoongi: If it helps you sleep at night you can pay me back on your own time. You definitely don’t have to though.

[1:32] Yoongi: That reminds me. You can use that car until yours is taken care of if you need to. I’ll send you the driver’s contact. Don’t take the bus.

You feel like you’re going insane.

[1:33] You: do you have a grammy or something? what do you DO to be able to afford shit like this? why do you live in our building? are you a drug dealer?

[1:37] Yoongi: :]

Of course, he gives you no clues about what exactly he does, but after a bit more back-and-forth, you finally give in and let Yoongi handle everything under the condition that you’re going to pay him back. He doesn’t seem all that worried about it, which infuriates you just a little.

You go through the rest of your day like normal, if not a tad twitchy. Come quitting time, you take advantage of having a driver at your disposal and have him stop a liquor store on your way home.

As you take the elevator up to your floor, comically large whiskey bottle (as promised) in tow, you text Yoongi and ask if he’s home yet. At his responding ‘No, why?’ you cackle to yourself and pocket your phone. The elevator doors slide open. You were hoping that would be the case. 

You clocked out at a semi-normal time tonight, a gift to yourself to cope with the stress of the day, and so you take great pleasure in setting the bottle down on Yoongi’s very tasteful cat doormat, flipping it off right back on your way into your own apartment.

You silently pray to whatever god may be listening that the whiskey isn’t swiped by someone before Yoongi gets home. Your cat, Pepper, is blinking at you lazily on the kitchen counter, and you give her a triumphant little scratch on the head before padding to your bedroom to deal with your laundry.

Your move, Min Yoongi.

★ ★ ★

“Do I need to be jealous?”

You take advantage of getting off work early to call your best friend Rina for the first time in what feels like forever. She’s in Paris this month, debuting a play that she’s been working on tirelessly about aliens and drug addiction. You’ve read the script six times over. It’s both campy and gut wrenching all at once, and you’ve cried every time. You picture her with her very chic haircut, sipping from a flute of champagne. The thought of her being jealous of any part of your life is laughable. 

“What do you have to be jealous of, exactly?” you snort, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder as you toss your laundry basket upside down on your bed unceremoniously. Your clothes are covered in a perma-layer of Pepper hair, and you think it’s lucky that Pepper is a black cat and most of your clothes are black. Very enviable.

“Of Yoongi, dipshit,” she coos through the phone. “You’re replacing me.”

“Sure,” you say, like she’s making total sense. You’re lying on top of your laundry now instead of folding it. You put her on speakerphone and rest your phone on your chest. “I’m throwing away ten years of being your best friend for a guy that I met a week ago. I’m glad you figured it out, honestly, because I was dreading telling you. I was going to wait until your matinée, but you don’t seem too broken up about it.”

“Of course. You have to do what’s right for you, I’ve always told you that,” she deadpans back, and you groan. You don’t want to hear it. “No, I just mean… It’s good. That you’re meeting people.”

“We’re neighbors,” you say, flopping over onto your front to rub at your temples. Rina is resting on a pile of your underwear now. “We talk about work. My work, not his, because he thinks it’s funny to act like he’s too cool to tell me about his job. He’s helping me with my car. We’re… neighborly.”

“And you want to fuck him,” she says. Maybe calling Rina was a bad idea. Debriefing over text would have sufficed.

“I don’t want to fuck him,” you say, indignant. “We’re friends. He’s nice. I can have a guy friend.”

“Of course you can,” Rina says, like you’re dumb for even thinking she would imply otherwise. “And you can be friends with him all you want. But you also want to fuck him.”

You groan in protest but she speaks over it.

“Baby, you can pretend, but I know how you talk about people you want to have sex with, even if you don’t say it outright,” she continues. “He may just be feeding you and helping you and talking to you about the weather, but I know you, and I know the whole time he’s talking you’re just agonizing over how he might fuck you if you let him.”

“That’s not fair,” you mumble, letting your face drop into your laundry. It smells good. Small comforts.

“Are you going to let him?”

“No,” you whine, muffled by the cotton. “I don’t need that. There are always strings. I hate strings.”

“You said he’s a super straightforward, honest guy, right?” Rina asks.

“Brutally so,” you grumble.

“So. Maybe he’d be cool with a lack of strings. You won’t know unless you ask, baby.”

You want to tell her that’s easy for her to say, but you don’t want to fight with her when you know you won’t hear from her like this again for a while. 

Rina has never compromised for anything. She decided in both of your sophomore year of college, after flirting with both performance and directing, that she wanted to be a playwright, and that was that. 

She wrote and wrote and wrote, and after you graduated together, her career blossomed almost instantly because she worked goddamn hard for it. She got opportunities to travel and work with theatre companies around the world, and she took them without giving it a second thought because she knew it was what she wanted. And she’s had a consistent, loyal boyfriend nearly the whole time. He doesn’t always travel with her, but he supports her in everything she does. They’re excruciatingly healthy about it. 

When your long-term college boyfriend dumped you unceremoniously two months into your first reporter gig because he felt he came second to your career, Rina was there for you. But you resented her a little bit. There was no way she could understand any of it. 

Still, as much as you hate to admit it, she has a point. You could just ask Yoongi if he wants to fool around without it being a thing, and you know he’d give you a straight answer. You’re even pretty confident he wouldn’t make it weird if his answer was no. That’s not the problem. It never is.

“The problem isn’t whether or not I think he’d be cool with it,” you mumble. “The problem is if he is cool with it, and then the strings come anyway. The friendship is nice. I’m attracted to him, yeah, fine. But I can ignore it if it means I get to be his friend.”

Theres a long pause on the line, and then Rina sighs.

“Your life would be a lot easier if you could do one night stands,” she says.

Don’t you know it. 

“Yeah.”

“I’ve gotta go, okay? Text me. Keep me updated on life.” You read between the lines. On Yoongi, she means. “I love you.”

“Mmmhh,” you mumble back, still burying your face into your laundry. 

When the line disconnects, you feel considerably more twitchy and irritable than you did before talking to Rina.

So, you’re attracted to Yoongi. Or you were, when you were drunk and he was all… hot and considerate. That doesn’t mean you have to act on it! You’re not going to act on it. You’re just pent up, that’s all. It’s been a long time since you’ve had an orgasm, self-inflicted or otherwise, and you can’t think straight.

Maybe you should fix that.

It’s clear you’re giving up on laundry for the night, so you shove the mountain of clothes back into the basket on the floor, sighing as you lay back on your bed.

You feel only slightly ridiculous as you shimmy your sleep shorts down your thighs, your hands sliding up your shirt to cup your breasts, squeezing slightly. Warming yourself up.

You quickly decide to get to the point, though. You’re struggling to immerse yourself in the fantasy that usually does the trick, too wound up and embarrassed (as if it’s not you in here by yourself, as usual) at groping yourself.

Despite the embarrassment, it becomes abundantly clear that you didn’t really need to warm yourself up anyway. Your fingers slide through your folds with ease, drenched like you’ve been that way all fucking day, unbeknownst to you, and a surprised moan falls from your lips. Fuck.

Closing your eyes, you circle two fingers around your clit experimentally, making your hips jerk up under you, sensitive. You do it again, a little firmer, starting a slow rhythm that makes you squirm against your mattress, your bottom lip rolling between your teeth.

It feels good. It usually does—you’ve always been able to make quick work of an orgasm to rid yourself of any lingering jitters before bed. But it feels really good right now, your pussy extra sensitive tonight, and you can’t figure out why. There’s nothing new about what you’re doing.

Rina’s words worm their way into your brain uninvited—the whole time he’s talking you’re just agonizing over how he might fuck you if you let him—and you’re too turned on to stop that train of thought, flashes of capable hands and pink tongue (tonguetechnologytonguetechnologytonguetechnology) filling your mind, and you’re moaning softly despite yourself as you rub your clit a little faster.

You continue to make soft noises of pleasure, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, dry from panting as the barrage of Yoongi-related thoughts keep coming, bringing you closer and closer to your release. 

Dark, dark eyes looking down at you. A delicate chain dangling above your face. You whimper, your fingers sliding down from your clit to sink into your pussy, curling up to rub at your inner walls. A thick cock sliding into you, filling you so deliciously.

You pump your fingers fast and desperate as you get closer and closer to that sweet edge. You wonder what Yoongi would sound like if he was the one fucking into you right now. Would he moan in your ear in that gravelly voice of his? He’s a man of few words. Would he be like that in bed, too? Would he call you sweet names? Not so sweet? Which ones?

Your walls flutter around your fingers, your hips stuttering up off the mattress as your orgasm crashes over you and you gasp out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

You stare up at the ceiling for a minute panting. The high of your release buzzes pleasantly through your body before it starts ebbing away, but the thoughts of Yoongi pervade. Well, fuck.

After another moment, you roll over onto your stomach to grab a towel from your laundry basket and wipe off your fingers, tossing it on the floor. You grab your phone, only to be greeted by a notification from the subject of your masturbation fantasy himself. He sent it about ten minutes ago.

When you tap it open, you’re greeted with a photo (!!!) of Yoongi holding your gift next to his head, the hand wrapped around the neck of the whiskey bottle almost dwarfed by its sheer size. A testament to the ridiculousness of it, because you’re well aware of how long Yoongi’s fingers are. There’s a lazy smirk on his face, and a mole that you’re just now noticing on his right cheek.

[8:23] Yoongi: Cute. 

Yep. Yep. Cool.

You swipe out, tapping on Rina’s contact.

[8:35] You: okay. i want to fuck him. 

[8:35] Rina: 🥂🥳🎉

Shit.

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[liliththeimp]

Farmhand! Simon HC’s

(fem!reader, SFW)

Farmhand. Farmhand but in a way that will water down the harsh southern living into sweet tea and fireflies and cattle all because I'm a silly delulu squirrel who wants my life to be easy right now.

I'm into escapism and fake scenarios can't you tell?

Anywho, my main point about this is I can't stop thinking about farmhand! Simon and its curing my depression a little bit so heres some head cannons lol

(Ain’t proof read, per usual :P)

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Farmhand! Simon, who decided to move to the states for a job opportunity, and innocently assuming he’d take care of a lonesome old couple and that was that. Little did h know he’d find your cute little puppy ass fluttering around him curiously every time he turned around.

Farmhand! Simon, who you met after returning home from a trip with your friends, the new masked face a surprise addition to your grandfather’s ranch, considering your grandfather ain’t one who asked for help often. Let alone someone from England.

Farmhand! Simon, who is very distant and quiet, no matter what advances you made to try and slink around to bother him, he would always shy away with a grunt and wrangled horses into their stalls, and your guess was he wasn’t very friendly.

Farmhand! Simon, who is embarrassed by your sudden appearances and advances into helping. He’s grateful for his hat and the bandana tied around his face to hide his embarrassment around you- otherwise you’d find out underneath all that he loved checking you out in that short red gingham dress, the way it rode up your thighs when you bent over the fences to hand him water or reach for his hat to spite a reaction from him.

Farmhand! Simon, who will wake up at the crack of dawn to make back tea and gets the feeding out of the way, so if you woke up early enough, you were able to spot him hard at work before the sun glinted across him.

Farmhand! Simon, who helped carry laundry baskets for you outside before rudely dropping them to go collect some bails of hay for the horses, it only because he got so embarrassed by the way you’d look up to him as you talked, fluttering your lashes like you two were friends.

Farmhand! Simon, who finds you asleep in an empty hay-blanketed horse stall next to Gideon, the newborn horse calf. It melted his heart a bit, seeing the glow on the sunset glisten across your skin, kissing your hair and making you glow even more than you should. To see you curled up against the calf so sweetly.

Farmhand! Simon, who begrudgingly picked you up from your napping post and up into his arms effortlessly, carrying you across the field for a few minutes to admire your sleepy features, the way you twitched your nose, the way you curled up against his chest, curling the fabric of his flannel in your fingers as if you weren’t close enough.

Farmhand! Simon, who put you up to your bed, brushing a stray curl from your temple to hesitantly peck your forehead, bushing his finger across your lips for good measure.

Farmhand! Simon, who will eventually start to come closer to you, and begins to allow your help around the ranch.

Farmhand! Simon, who will work from 5am-12pm for a break and walks in on your making him some lunch (embarrassingly refuses to eat in front of you, instead goes out into the barn to eat with the animals.)

Farmhand! Simon, who nearly looses his mind at how you cook for him, sweet or savory, he thinks it’s divine.

Farmhand! Simon, who got so love sick at your appreciation, went to an auction and got you a new calf, which you name Duck.

Farmhand! Simon, who starts thinking this is your illegitimate child together, (will also get a bit jealous at your attention for the calf instead of him, he wouldn’t allow himself to really feel to though, cause why would he want that nasty fluffy crap?)

Farmhand! Simon, who will bring you out late at night to capture deep in the woods, the virescent glow of fireflies that dances around you lit up your eyes with a beaming smile like some puppy chasing them through the trees, while he watches for afar, finding that this was the moment he fell in love with you.

Farmhand! Simon, who has gotten so comfortable, on his breaks he’ll let you make him picnics and eats with his bandana off, but inched away -only cause he’s shy of you starring at him like he stares at you- or the potential denial of his scarred features who scare you away,

Farmhand! Simon, who will give you a giant bear hug before you or he goes anywhere, just to make sure ;)…especially if youre out in town, he’ll be sure to keep any small town weirdos from getting to close to you.

Farmhand! Simon, who will eventually become so lax around you, he enjoys the time you take to be around him, laying your head on his stomach as you read, the low buzz of the radio drifting around you with the sound of crickets starting to chime together at the sunset. While Simon’s hand had a beer in it, the free one hesitantly inches towards the ends of your hair, twirling the strand around experimentally, hoping you didnt feel it while he memorized the softness and texture, hoping one of these days he can fully run his and through your hair.

Farmhand! Simon, who eventually kisses you the night before you leave for college, wanting you to understand he would wait for you, if you’d wait for him too.

[wonwooslibrary]

svt as boyfriends ♡ joshua edition

member: joshua x reader genre: established relationship, bullet points word count: 738 summary: joshua's boyfriend things ;) warnings: mentions of food and i think that's it! let me know if i missed anything! author's note: y'all i am almost two whole days late with this oh god it keeps getting worse. i am...very tired haha i've been working a lot to build up some money while i'm not in school so yeah. i lowkey forgot about joshua/taehyung day until i opened twitter and saw people talking abt shua and i was like WAIT THAT IS TODAY anyway moral of the story i'm tired and need a break but here is the joshua fic we've all been waiting for! ily all and enjoy <3

He lowkey gives the vibes of like. The foreign exchange student bf with a relationship with a deadline 

He’s the silly bf!!! 

He’s also one of the members I see the least as a boyfriend so this is going to be interesting to write…

Quality Time 

Mans is a fan of everything fr !!! He absolutely loves spending time with you and your shared group of friends 

Loves doing silly little activities with you like making bracelets and painting 

He might just be the artsy bf we all want 

Joshua loves to go to different places with you like thrift stores, arcades, cafes, literally anything as long as he is with you <3

Loves the feeling of mixing his friend groups - the day you meet his friends aka his brothers he will be imploding with love for everyone 

Is the “i get bored easily” bf so y’all gotta be doing like ten different things at once 

Will totally ask you to dance or just close your eyes and be with him when a slow song comes on at a party / get together / playing music at home 

Words of Affirmation

You totally call him Joshy or Shua and he loves every minute of it bc he thinks it’s cute 

“Darling, would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow morning?” SCREECHING 

Believes the relationship revolves around pet names (ie. baby, sweetie, darling) he's adorable 

Is always proud of you and encouraging!!! 

Likes to leave little notes for you around the house. Maybe by your favorite drink in the fridge that reads, “I got these for you. stay hydrated, love” 

At the beginning of the relationship he was so formal with you, that it took him saying “I love you” for the first time to relax for five seconds LOL 

Physical Touch

Joshua loves handholding ‼️

This man always wants to have some sort of contact with you, whether that be holding hands, linking fingers or rubbing your back

Loves having you sit on his lap or lay your legs across his 

His go-to move when you are in public is linking your pinkies together (how cute :3) 

Leans on you when he laughs because he cannot sit still 

I feel like Joshua would like. move his fingers on your leg in the way of playing piano keys but with guitar if that makes sense? Like where the frets are? Idk

Is also the type to be scared of touching you in front of others until you explicitly tell him that it's okay

Acts of Service 

Loves doing the chores for you

“Hey, baby, I'm gonna fill my water bottle. Do you need me to fill yours?” 

Or even a, “hey i borrowed your car, but i filled the tank before bringing it back” we love a man who can afford to fill a vehicle’s tank at this point in time

Likes to bring you lunch once or twice a week --- he’ll make it himself and pack it in a cute little bag and everything 

Helps you in little ways like folding the laundry or helping you pick out outfits on those days that you struggle to do anything 

Is always there for you when literally anything happens. You need someone to help fix your car? He’s on the phone finding a shop. You can’t reach a high shelf or your back hurts too much to bend down to get something from a low cupboard? He’s right there ready to help

Gift Giving 

I touched on this a tiny bit earlier but !! handmade jewelry omg he would make matching bracelets for y’all or even a necklace or earrings for you if bracelets interfere with your job

Always buys little trinkets that remind him of you or your relationship 

“Hey I found this little glass rose decoration and it reminded me of the time i got you flowers when i asked you out the first time” 

HE WILL ALWAYS HAVE THE CUTE SHY SMILE WHEN HE GIVES YOU SOMETHING TOO as if you’ll ever tell him that you dislike something he got for you 

He would also love if you gave him gifts too like, “hey joshy I got this little container that can help you keep your beads organized” and he’s melt into a puddle of goo onto your living room floor 

Also gets something for you (usually your favorite snack or drink) when you’re especially sad or stressed out - like a super gift instead of his regular daily gifts or something 

Idk just know he’s really sweet and enjoys crafting

[etinceelle]

How are you?

*sigh* There's a lot going on irl actually lately, so I'm trying to take it easy and one step at a time so I can stop feeling overwhelmed for a bit aha.

I came back to uni after a few months of remote internship, it's far from where I live so I have a lot of my time spent in the bus morning and evening, it's exhausting, I don't sleep a lot and in addition I have insomnia oops-

I have some health stuff going on too, for chronical problems and I'm trying to get a diagnosis (I have an exam tomorrow)

Uni is a lot too but *sigh x2* it's kinda the usual for uni, people there are pretty special too, I don't really like my class and most of my friends are online or living far from my city so I don't actually see friends very regularly aha. But I do have a friend at uni, she's in a different class but I'm happy I can see her from time to time for lunch or breaks.

And there's a lot of family stuff I maybe mentioned a few times in comics or a few posts.

So YEAH aha it's a lot, I admit it's overwhelming and all the stuff going on on Twitter is piling up over all that, which leads me to be mentally exhausted-- But I'm trying to talk and listen to my friends, and also I'd love to get some therapy but it's kinda difficult where I live + with my schedule :']

This was a long answer but this can also be used as an update on my life lol

[strugglingatart]

Jr Year ep 3

This is me live blogging bc I need to get thoughts out also would love fandom friends full spoilers bellow the cut just so no one accidentally reads anything they don’t want to this will be long

EX GIRLFRIEND I will legit fight Brennan why did we at least not see it....

btw me saying I will fight brennan is mostly a joke like I get why we made all these changes, I don't actually love everything but I do trust all these people enough that it will serve the story and play out great

Immediately clocking the fairy festival (Frosty whatever it is I'm so sorry Brenan says it and then it's immediately out of my head) connection we love

love love looove the aguefort projections, so many Arthur statues!

Riz's manic energy is such a vibe, not exactly healthy but a vibe I get

the astral realm where all the dead gods go

lowkey love that Gorgug and Fabian are solid like the boys lowkey play them so dumb but that's just teenage boys for ya (also thought maybe Fabian would be in less trouble but still some so this makes my anxiety relax a bit, only issues we already knew off)

Actually for the wizards I'm really chill is an A+ and also probably true sentence

ah the answer I needed about Fig's multiclass

Ah the society of shadows again, and a college for sad alone adventureres lol

their record is bad but it should be worse when talking about the one person sports team is SO FUNNY to me

the friends bit is so good, everythig about it, all the laughing, Emily failing intentionally, Ally letting it work even tho it shouldn't, perfection

Lydia still making half orc meals we love and stan

Adaine-Riz friendship is SO IMPORTANT to me

the sibbling energy our girls have are amazing

the Thisstlesprings will literally just go into sex ed and Gorgug's reaction is gold everytime

"Can I run from you?" LMAO

ok I'm getting the silly energy they were talking about now

listennnn we are gonna get into Gorgug isn't a good barbarian according to his teacher again aren't we? it's why it wasn't pre approved? I will fight this teacher he literally saved the world twice as mostly a barbarian let him be a chill barbarian

WHY DID GILLEAR NOT TALK TO FIG

yes Fabian make Fig go to class

yay new lunch lad

also I legit thought the time quangle was just an explain continuity errors away and also get rid of the agueforts who break encounters thing but it might be related to the plot now that it's come back up in the recap and in the intercom in story

Fig has Gillear's luck confirmed ok

Zac's physical comedy continues to be SO GOOD

the sillies really are here I'm laughing so much

straight away this lady is insane

four different dogs is such a good burn, love agro Kristen

do not trust this people at all

ohhh skullcleaver, Katya's aunt? cousin? I don't recall the seven mentioning that

listen Fabian's house being party house is lowkey dangerous

Kristen being a disaster gay even when trying to help friends flirt is a mood and a half

ooohh I like mazey

don't trust the attomaton tbh

also yes I just thought of this now so it's late but going back to Kipperlilly whatever her name is, like homegirl can't make big institutional changes youre class president not on staff

rules always being followed to the letter is tbh scary there has to be room for interpretation, perfect order doesn't exist

YES PLOT love how it's already too much bc mood and "yeah I cannot think about that right now" and "embodyment of writers block" oh this season is gonna continue to hit me in the face

Wanda Childa is wild

she was a turncoat, more importantly she was a mirror

why is Ally's hey girlie voice so terrifying

fully forgot porter was the barbarian teacher and I will fight porter LET GORGUG MULTICLASS...

aaaa I'm going into a worry is here, legit thought it was gonna be in battle but I love Gorgug's energy here bc I've been there where you do things kinda nontraditional way and have teachers make the achivements sound so much worse just bc i didn't get there through the path they wanted me to take

love terpsichore immediately

they get 30's fairly often now we love level 10

fabian is such an arsty kid at heart and always was like Lou wanted to make a jock maybe but never did

listen trashbag sandwich is worrying but it was indeed fine

I get that Riz is type A but he is the non annoying kind

homegirl who desn't like technicalities and ppl gettign away with stuff got out in one huh? also I have no idea what that means the teacher found her? what?

Jawbone I love you and also I worry about how much I relate to Riz

I so hate this girl I'm with Adaine, she's the worst we've had

oh no the Applebee's

ok so I have a huge like essay somewhere about both why I don't like how Kristen is dealing with Cassandra but also how I 10000% understand her as someone who abandoned religion but was then forced to still be in similar roles and religious enviornments after that somewher in my head buut also who cares but just know it exists

omg Bucky giving her a hug I cry

Kristen is not doing well but that was actually a pretty good parental confrontation tbh I'm proud

oh damn poor Adaine I'm sosorry my dear you don't deserve this

Brennan really went you know what? we are not having your wildness work for you this time Emily, your shit is catching up to you

yay fig went to class finally

we got SO many designs with all the teachers and such and they are all so great

oh nooo Kristeeen, each step I take the step behind me vanishes is such a raw ass line like this poor teenager is legit so lost like someone help her please (also that was a relatable little monologue.. am I ok?)

love the cleric teacher a lot

ok but i love cassandra alright twilight, mystery and doubt are such a cool ass domain you can sell it and embrace it Kristen I belive in youuuu

but also again: a good ass teacher

awn I love that they're back in the forest

again Siobhan promised no taers and I have cried twice now maybe three times in three eps??? rude af

the bad kids should've helped with the whole Cassandra stuff I just realised I'm so sorry

oh shit not Kalina again.... I feel like i got stabbed in the heart

oh I am sooo pumped for next ep!!!!!

[manasseh]

280724-030824 little focus challenge this week's goals: ☐ finish 3D model RIG ☐ edit 3 shorts ☐ nutrition + skincare + musclesss ☐ more?] habit tracker日月火水 木金土 ------------- ✗✗✗ 💊 ✗ 🚰 ✗~ 🧘‍♀️🤸‍ ✗✗ 🌸🧴 ✗✗✗✗ 🇰🇷🤓 ✗✗ ✗ ✍️👩‍🎨 ✗✗✗✗ 👾💻 ✗~ ✗ 🥦🧅 🐼️‍ watching: Eve (2022)

wednesday log > > overslept, but all is fair. fewer people expected than yesterday so I'll have more time. I will try to move some more and take care of myself today. > let's go hand rig, first of all.

tuesday log let's GO > Spent the whole morning finishing up mealprepping and cleaning and entertaining guests agh > Did get in a quick language sesh after lunch. not done tho > But first, ☐ FOOT RIG!! ☒ plan bone hierarchies ☒ MCH ☒ drivers ☐ cleanup ☐ testing

후기: I fed about 50 people in the past couple days, not including prep for the upcoming ones. That along forgives some of my goals falling through today too, I think. Many people, still did my rigging which is prio. I played a game and went to bed too late and did not log -- ah well.

monday log! 🎦 How "Good Design" Ruins Games Drawing: Drawabox lesson 4 (9/10) KR: Just DUO dailies and a quick-ish TOPIK writing practice bc i'm slow this morning~ 3D: ☒ LEG RIG ☒ mechanism bones ☒ FK ☒ IK ☒ Link up ☒ twists ☒ control shapes done!! she can twerk now ^^'

now i need to clean, cook and mealprep to help out the fam, and then watch dungeon meshi with snacks for the rest of the evening :) I still gotta get in some workout as well.. >> tomorrow i will do the foot rig, and with a little bit of luck and focus also the hands. i'll leave video editing for wednesday i think.

후기: Busyy. Finished all my tasks and groceries and cooked for everyone and did a shit ton of mealprep. All in all rewarding, but I'd like a break and a game soon - I didn't get to the workout and shit but I didn't have the time so it's aight. Pick your battles or whatever :)

sunday log :-) KR: 취지 나타내기/평가하기 Drawing: Drawabox lesson 4 (9/10) 3D: ☒ ARM RIG ☒ IK controls ☒ FK controls ☒ prepping + linking deform bones ☒ drivers ☒ twist ☒ contol shapes finished!! now off to a barbeque with my brothers :D >>>

몸관리: Stretching / Pull up + squat progressions. Was planning to go over kung fu forms but I don't think drunk-teaching my brother qualifies lol Nutrition wise I did perfect- if we ignore the calories and over all destructive vibes of tequila ^^' Tried making korean multigrain mixed rice (japgokbap) while ignoring all instructions and owning 0 of the usual ingredients. still banger, I'll try it properly soon. love its texture and appreciate the huge bump in nutritional value

후기 A lovely and productive day, finished my challenging task and then spent the evening with almost all my siblings and their spouses and kids gathered for the first time in so long!! <3 I think monday can be just as great, despite the inevitable hangover.

[mrs-pondwater19]

Tell Me

Tohru Adachi x Fem Reader SMUT

As terrible as it sounds, I've come to find after watching the Persona 4 show and seeing bits of the game, Adachi has become one of my many guilty pleasures *I'm a low key simp lol* which means smut time. The premise of this oneshot takes place before the events of the game. The reader moved to Inaba and is Adachi's nextdoor neighbor. He's always very sweet, helpful, and just an overall good friend. But after a night of drinking with him and Dojima, he shows his true colors. This shit gets kinda dark so reader beware, also it's a long one. Minors this definitely is not for you, please walk away. Enjoy my dears.

WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DNI. Mentions of murder (not spoilers), mentions of previous sexual encounters, drinking, physical flirtation/touching, jealousy, dubcon, possessiveness, HEAVY degrading, manhandling, neck gripping/light choking, control kink, oral (m receiving), slight bondage, inappropriate use of the "L" word, Adachi kinda being an unhinged jerk, unprotected sex (p in v), rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, friendly neighbors to purely sexual partners.

You casually made your way down the street to your home after a long day of working at the local coffee shop. It had been a steady day, seeing all your regular customers for their morning coffee, trying to keep up with the busy lunch hour, and students coming in during the afternoon to hang out after school. There wasn't much else to do in Inaba, being as small and rural as it was. People would entertain themselves by going to the local shops on a daily, and whenever there was event you'd expect everyone you knew to be there. That was something you learned quickly when you first moved to Inaba over a year ago, not knowing to the full extent of how rural it truly was at the time. You moved from a more populated area where you had more than enough options to keep you entertained. Arcades, shopping malls, restaurants, and a sleuth of pubs.

But when you moved you were met with a beautiful countryside that went on for miles, there was a forest where you could camp out, a beautiful river that was just on the outskirts of town, and a friendly community. But it was lacking in what you were used to, just a few local shops, a traditional inn, and a Junes. Not that it was a terrible thing, you chose to move away from the hustle and bustle of the city. You wanted to live in a more peaceful, reserved area where you could focus on yourself and pursue being a better person overall. Something quiet and simple would be a good change of pace, so you thought anyways.

The first few months were the hardest, with the community being so close-knit, it was hard to make friends. You weren't outcasted, but everyone seemed to have a group of people they hung out with, and they weren't looking to expand it any further. The one person who seemed to really want to connect with you when you first arrived was your neighbor. His name was Tohru Adachi, a lower ranked detective for the Inaba police force. He was a very plain looking man, on the thinner side, in his late twenties, with dark hair and a kind face. The first few days after moving in he introduced himself and offered to help you get moved in and settle. Seeing that no one else was offering, you graciously accepted and the two of you quickly became aquatinted with one another.

Once you were able to land a job at the coffee shop, you found out it was his and his superior, Ryotaro Dojima, favorite spot for downtime when they weren't stuck in the office or out on a case. The three of you became very close and would spend a good bit of your time together. Whether it was Adachi stopping in after work for a cup of tea, or the three of you went out for supper, or spending your breaks with them at the shop, it seemed you and those men were inseparable. You and Adachi especially. Although he was shy at first, often tripping over his words, chuckling nervously, and his face a flushed mess. You actually found it to be very endearing at the time. But he gradually grew comfortable and calm. You were confident when you told others he was your best friend. In fact your colleagues would pick on the two of you when they saw you together, saying how you two should get a room. You tried not to let it bother you, but you were only human. You didn't look at your friendship as anything more than the two of you having a good connection, it wasn't about sex or anything beyond that at time, and you were more than sure Adachi felt the same way. He would reassure you everytime comments like that were made, telling you not to worry about them and that they were just a bunch of bitches.

The months pressed on, you worked, spent time with the boys, explored the sights of Inaba, and made a few more friends along the way. But you felt yourself longing for something more, something physical. You never went out looking for it though, nor did you ever insinuate anything to any of your friends. Not wanting to make things weird or awkward, you just pushed the longing down and carried on, but it was more obvious then you realized. The prolonged hugs you gave to the boys when you'd see them, lingering touches of admiration when you'd comfort them after a long, hard day of work, and the look of need hiding behind your soft eyes. Dojima, seemly not interested in any kind of sexual relationship with you, ignored those signs and treated you as he always had. Adachi however, found it hard to control himself and the urges to fulfill your needs. He wanted to reciprocate the touches you left, to satisfy your every need, and have you becoming undone beneath him. But like you, he pushed it down. He pushed it down as much as he possibly could, until he couldn't anymore. There were a few nights where he'd come over to visit, and the two of you broke down for each other, turning those visits into spending the night. It wasn't anything miraculously special, just a friend helping a friend. You both agreed that it wouldn't be an ongoing occurrence and that you didn't want it to affect your friendship, so you kept visits like that as scarce as possible. When they did happen, the two of you did what you had to do, and he'd be gone by morning as if it never happened. And things went back to normal after that, nothing more, nothing less.

You approached your home hastily as rain clouds quickly formed above you. The forecast said it was supposed to rain but not until later on that afternoon. Pulling out your keys and opening the door you made your way inside. Taking off your shoes and hanging up your jacket, purse, and apron, you sighed a sigh of relief. You made your way to the bathroom and prepped yourself for a shower. Removing your sweaty work clothes and throwing them in the hamper next to the bathroom room door, you stepped into the shower and turned the faucets. Letting the hot water hit your body with ease, you grabbed your loofah, squirted some tropical scented soap into it, and began washing your body. Letting the loofah lightly scrub at your skin you thought to yourself what the plan would be for that evening. You assumed you were probably going to spend it alone, considering the boys had been pulling late night shifts the last few weeks. The last time you saw them was a week or so ago at the shop, both beaten down from the lack of sleep and frustration of the case slowly going cold. They didn't give you any major details of the investigation so they wouldn't have you worried, just that there had been a homicide towards the edge of town. You found out more from news sources, being the nosy little thing you were. You found out the victim was business man, he wasn't a local from what the reports said. His car, along with his body, had been found on the side of the road by a few highschool kids who were going to the river. He'd been beaten to death with his own tire iron, they thought the motive might have been money, but they didn't have much to go off of other than speculation. No fingerprints, foot or tire tracks, nothing. Cases like that always seemed to really piss off Dojima, and he normally took it out on his subordinate. It was awfully common for him to do that, Adachi had always been an easy target for Dojima ever since they started working together. You felt bad for the poor guy, being constantly picked on and even belittled at at times. You'd find yourself telling Dojima to ease up on Adachi and let him try to be more independent. He'd never listen to you though, it was very much a 'in one ear and out the other' situation. Switching your train of thought back to what you were going to do that evening, you rinsed off the soapy suds and proceeded to wash out your hair. Humming to yourselves quietly as you massaged the soap into your scalp. Indecisiveness plagued your mind, not wanting to make any definitive choice in case you got invited to go do something later on. You finished out your shower and followed it with your after shower routine, then putting on some house clothes, which were a pair of jogging shorts and a loose t-shirt. Making yourself a small snack, checking your phone for any messages, and popping in a movie, you settled in and on your couch for the afternoon.

Before you knew it, the hours passed and dusk fell upon the little town. The rain had started some time ago and the rhythmatic pitter patter of the raindrops on your roof, as well as watching the light rain itself, caused you to doze off. You weren't asleep long though as the vibration of your phone against the coffee table stirred you awake. Snatching it quickly, you saw the caller ID; Adachi. You answered,

"Hey man," you said groggily trying to wake yourself up a little more. You heard some shuffling and the gruff voice of Dojima in the background.

"Hey Y/N, I didn't wake you did I," he asked worriedly. You smiled to yourself at his concern for you.

"No no, I was just dozing off a little, nothing to worry about," you said standing up from the plush cushion and began pacing the room.

"Oh good, I was afraid I was interrupting your beauty rest," he said in an amused tone. You gave a quiet chuckle in response to his corny joke.

"No, I'll get plenty of that tonight. I was just sitting down for bit after work and the rain made me sleepy. But that's not important. So what do I owe the pleasure of hearing that lovely voice of yours," you asked in sarcastic tone. But you had to admit everytime you heard his voice it was like a shot to the heart. You really liked him a lot, probably more than you should've, but you set your boundaries and you didn't want to hold him down from his career. Besides the friends with occasional benefits worked out well enough for the both of you. You heard his voice hitch in the back of his throat as he spoke,

"Oh well Dojima wanted me to let you know he invited us to his place for drinks tonight as a way to try to decompress from the case," he stated in disappointment. You could hear Dojima say something to him in the background but couldn't make out anything other than 'sorry sir' from Adachi. You quickly thought it over, seeing them would be nice, but drinking a bunch would not be the best idea because you had to work the next day. But you figured it wouldn't hurt to go over for a few hours, maybe cook up a hot meal for everyone and catch up.

"Yeah sounds good. I'll make us all up some beef bowl. I won't say too long though, only because I have to work tomorrow," you told him blatantly. He sighed slightly under his breath, but perked right back up,

"Alrighty sounds good to us. I'll pick you up in about 15 if thats alright?"

"Yeah sounds good. See you in 15." You hung up the phone and quickly made you way to your bedroom. You went to the vanity and quickly spruced yourself up a little, you brushed out your hair and put on some mascara just to make yourself look more presentable. You stayed in youy house closes, seeing as you were just hanging out anyways, you might as well stay comfortable. Walking to the kitchen you sat in one of your wooden chairs and waited for the remainder of the time, playing around on your phone.

There was a knock on your door, you jumped slightly in excitement as you rushed to open it. Waiting on the other side was Adachi, wearing his normal suit and a slightly crooked, scarlet red tie with a light yellow poncho, but no umbrella. His face lit up when he saw you, though his smile couldn't hide the disheveled look he carried. You could tell he hadn't had a night of proper sleep in days from the case they were on, and with Dojima constantly on him, it was safe to assume that wasn't helping either. He had a bag in his hand, probably the supplies for beef bowl you planned to make later on.

"Hey, would you like to come in and out of the rain" you kindly asked him as you gave him a quick hug. He hugged back,

"Yeah, thank you." The two of you made small talk for a little bit before leaving your home and making your way to his car. Sharing your umbrella with him, he asked how your day was. You told him it was just like any other day. You asked him about the case and how it was going, he told you it seemed to be headed in a good direction and that they had some solid leads, be he couldn't go into any further detail. You both got into his car and drove in the direction to Dojimas.

...

Later into the evening at Dojima's you had made them a traditional beef bowl dish, with their help of course. They had quite a few drinks not too long after you all ate, while you stuck to your one glass. Nanako was visiting with a friend for a few hours, so it was just the three of you, not sure of when she'd be back you saved her a bowl just in case. You all talked very casually for the first few hours, talking about all the drama from coworkers at the coffee shop and how things were at the station. They both talked about how the case seemed to be headed in the right direction but they weren't gonna get their hopes up too high.

Dojima had more than his fair share of booze when 9:00 rolled around. He was a blabbering, red mess, talking about how he wished life was easier and how much he hated being a detective. It wasn't that type of thing that bothered you though, what bothered you was that he was being way more physical with you than ever. You sat the in the middle of the two of them and Dojima's hand found it's way around your shoulder, waist, and eventually your thighs. His hand gently caressing the front of them, sometimes drawing circles with his thumb. He even told you how cute he thought you were when Adachi briefly left the room. You didn't say anything though, knowing it was just his repressed thoughts and need of physical contact. You patted his hand as a hint to try get him to stop. He didn't get it though and his hand moved further up and closer to your inner thigh. His other hand snaking around your waist as he brought his face closer to yours. His breath reeking of whiskey as you wriggled away, looking over to Adachi, who was sitting in the corner with his bottle. He was uncomfortable, it may not have showed on his face, but you could see it in his eyes. This wasn't the impression you wanted to make, you loved Dojima dearly as a friend, but already having something kinda sorta established with his partner, you didn't need to make things complicated by bringing him into the mix of it all. You abruptly stood up getting out of Dojima's grasp. You took a shallow breath and looked at Adachi,

"I'm gonna go get a start on those dishes, " you said as an excuse to get yourself out of the room and away from that situation. Adachi's eyes never left your form as you disappeared into the kitchen. You filled the sink with soapy water and let the bowls, utensils, and frying pan soak for a few minutes then began the cleaning process. You scrubbed, rinsed and set everything in the drying rack. When you finished up you heard someone stumbling into the kitchen, you groaned disappointingly to yourself when you heard his slurred voice,

"Hey there kiddo, why did you get up in such a hurry," he asked as he struggled to walk over towards you,

"I needed to clean up these dishes," you said making little eye contact. He came up to you and lightly touched your cheek,

"You're a good kid Y/N. Someday you're gonna make an amazing wife," he hiccuped as he leaned his body into you for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and for being drunk his grip was very tight,

"Thank you Dojima," you said and you hugged him back. You knew he meant well and that he wasn't trying to be weird, at least you thought that was the case. The man hadn't been touched in any way since his wife died, that you knew of anyways. And you weren't about to deny the man a little bit of physical connection. There was a gentle knock at the door before it opened.

Dojima quickly let go of you and scurried back to the living room, it was Nanako. Which meant it was time for you all to head out and Dojima to get some rest. You told Nanako you left her a bowl of supper in the fridge if she wanted it and offered to help her with anything if she needed it. She gave her thanks to you, but said she was fine and wished you and Adachi goodnight as she helped her father to bed. You and Adachi said goodnight to Dojima, even though he didn't respond to either of you. Adachi grabbed his poncho and took your hand in his as you went outside to his car. The rain was still coming down pretty good, although not too much different from earlier in the day. When you both got in, it was quiet, neither of you saying a word. But from what you could tell he was deadpanned and emotionless, just staring at the windshield watching the rain fall on to the glass. This wasn't normal for him, but you had a pretty good idea why it was coming out in that moment. Guilt flooded into the pit of your stomach as you spoke,

"Adachi, I-"

"Why did you let him touch you like that," he asked. He was very monotoned with a hint of jealousy mixed in. You let your head droop a little and moved your hands into your lap,

"It wasn't anything serious," you said meekly. You took a second to give him a side glance. His hands gripping the steering wheel and harshly turning over the ignition. He put the car in drive and pulled out of the vicinity, speeding off in the direction of your homes.

"Nothing serious?! He wasn't practically on top of you. You might as well just had let him have you right there. Not to mention the way he was looking at you," he rebutted, venom lacing his voice as he spoke. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. When he mentioned it, you thought a little more about what he was saying. You didn't really look at Dojima while he was touching you, you thought that if you made eye contact it might have progressed even more. Sighing heavily,

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal. He didn't mean anything by it, he's just starved for some physical contact, it doesn't mean it was sexual," you said barley above a whisper so he'd hear you. He scoffed at your response,

"Don't even try to convince me that it was just some friendly touching. You may think he looks at you as just a friend, but let me tell you something Y/N. He's been wanting to fuck you for a while now," he said looking out his window for a moment. The feeling of resentment filling the small space between the two of you. You didn't want to believe what he just said, not once did you get the impression that Dojima wanted any kind of relationship like that with you.

"If that's the case why hasn't he said anything?" The side glance he gave you was terrifying. The anger fuming in his eyes was enough to make you cower back into the seat as far as you could.

"I'm not sure, why don't we turn around and go back to his place so you can ask him," he spat at you in an angry, heavily sarcastic tone. You looked at him with wide eyes and confusion on your face. This behavior was so unlike him, for as long as you'd known him he was always kind and calm. He never struck you as the jealous type when the three of you were together, infact he seemed to be completely ok with the way Dojima acted towards you. He muttered something under his breath that you couldn't make out. Wanting to reassure him you you spoke up,

"It's not like I'm gonna go seeking him out after tonight, an besides with how drunk he was he probably won't even remember what happened," you said looking out your window.

"I'll remember what happened," Adachi said quietly. He didn't wanna drive it home too hard but he'd remember everything. How it was Dojima's hand around your waist, Dojima's fingers running up your soft thighs, how it was Dojima that had the courage to openly flirt with you in front of him. His blood was boiling at the fact that you didn't do anything to stop it either, in Adachi's eyes, you were his and his alone, even if he never said it out loud before. But in the heat of his anger and frustration, something bubbled up from deep within him,

"If anyone should be touching you like, it should be me." Your head snapped back in his direction, completely taken back from his statement. The tone in his voice shifted,

"And only me." The seduction poured off his tongue like honey in those three little words. Those said words going straight between your thighs as he glanced over at you. His once soft grey eyes turned a bright golden yellow, almost as yellow as the poncho he wore. You held your breath. He smirked and looked away from you back towards the road, your houses weren't too far away now, maybe two minutes away or so.

You were afraid, but not in the way you'd expect to be. You weren't afraid of the way he was acting, but the way his actions had an affect on you. His assertiveness and coy attitude aroused you in a way you never felt with him before. Not to say when you had sex that it was bad, just very casual. There was just no real insensitive to it, he would come over, have a drink or two, and take you to the bedroom. And he was always very sweet and gentle with you those handful of times you were together, but what was happening in that moment was pure jealousy which brought out the aggression. And deep down you liked it. You squeezed your thighs together to try and hide your arousal from him, hoping your home would come into view soon.

As soon as you saw your mailbox your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. Hoping you'd be able to get inside and take care of the little problem growing between your legs on your own. Adachi pulled into your driveway and put the car in park, turning off the engine. Your heart stopped dead in your chest before you could even take your seatbelt off. He unbuckled and looked at you,

"Well?"

"Well what?" You were beyond confused at what was happening as you cautiously unbuckled your seatbelt. He chuckled darkly at your obliviousness,

"Aren't we going inside," he asked as he moved his hand over the console and closer to your thigh, the same thigh Dojima caressed earlier that evening. You looked at him, confused at what he was asking.

"We? Adachi you know I have to work in the morning, and you do too," you said trying to sneakily open the door, only to find it locked. Your breath hitched as fear began to flood your body,

"That may be the case, but, I think you owe me something for the whorish performance you put on tonight," he said devilishly as his hand harshly gripped your thigh. A surprised but pleasure filled gasp erupted from you,

"Adachi please I-"

"You what? Want me to fuck you right here in the car," his breath low and sinister as his grip loosened and ran up your thigh. But unlike Dojima, Adachi had an affect on you. Your breath was heavy as you did your best to hold back the moans wanting to escape your lungs. You tried to hide how much his touch made you melt, but it wasn't working,

"You like this don't you Y/N? You like that I treat you so roughly. If not, just tell me to stop, even though we both know you don't want me to." He was right, you didn't want him to stop, but your better judgement told you it wasn't right.

You squirmed under his touch as his fingers moved dangerously close the heat between your thighs, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh. All of this was so sudden, it was like seeing you being imitate with someone else flipped a switch in him that completely turned his personality around. You shivered ad he left little circles on your flushed skin with his index finger,

"Judging by the way your body's reacting, I'd have to say you're really enjoying this, aren't you slut" he chuckled deeply as his hand left your thigh. Those words had your heart pounding against your ribcage, you didn't want to admit it, but you found all of this new behavior from him extremely hot. You let out a few pants and caught your breath, your thighs squeezed together tighter than they've ever been. Your face was a deep crimson as you faced him. His eyes glowing and an cocky grin spread across his face,

"Look at you, you're already so flustered, and I haven't even really touched you yet," he said bringing his hand to your chin and roughly kissing you. After that, all your better judgement faded away as you kissed him back. But it wasn't a gentle kiss, it was rough, sloppy and full of lust. He lightly bit at your lower lip, making you gasp. He took his opportunity and shoved his tongue into your mouth and down your throat. You let out a high pitched moan as your body relaxed. His tongue dominated yours as your vision began to get hazy from the lust growing within your core and lack of oxygen. He quickly pulled away, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. As you took a few breaths once again he opened the divers side door, closed it, and walked over to your side. He opened the door and leaned down, whispering in your ear,

"Why dont you show me how much of a slut you really are Y/N," his breath hot against your ear. He took your hand and pulled you up from the seat of the vehicle, slamming the door behind him. He rushed up the cobblestone walkway and to the front door of your home,

"Open it," he said anxiously. You could tell he was eager to get inside. You rummaged through your purse for your keys and opened to door. He rushed past you as he grabbed on to your arm dragging you behind him. You barely had a chance to close the door before he pulled you through the darkness of your home and to your room. He turned the lights on and pushed you on to the bed, your body falling against the cushioned mattress with a soft thud. He threw off his poncho and shoes, tossing them aside into the corner. He stood at the edge of the bed looking at you with half lidded, lustful eyes,

"Why don't you be a good little whore for me and strip." You felt the heat rise in your body at the thought of stripping for him like this. He'd seen you nude before, but the stripping was just an afterthought. You began to pull off you t-shirt when he said,

"Slowly," the same cocky grin on his face from before. You began to take it slower, putting some sensuality in it as well. After removing your shirt and shoes you teased the hem of your shorts before slowly pulling them down over your legs. Leaving you in your underwear. You hesitated for a few moments before looking at Adachi,

"Did I tell you to stop?" You shook your head.

"Then keep going," he said sternly. You unclipped your bra and let it fall off your shoulder before tossing it to the side. Hesitating again before taking off your panties,

"If you stop one more time, Im going to have to punish you like the whore you are. Do you understand?" His voice never faltering in his threat. You quickly nodded as you finished stripping down for him, leaving you naked and vulnerable. His breath hitched at the sight of you. Your cheeks flushed, breath heavy, and uncertainty in your eyes, it made his cock twitch with anticipation of ravaging you mercilessly. Claiming you in a way he hadn't before. He motioned you to come closer to him, which you did. His hand traced down your cheek before roughly gabbing your jaw, a pained groan leaving your throat.

"Tell me Y/N, who do you belong to?" His eyes burned into yours waiting for a response.

"You, Adachi," you said looking away in embarrassment. His grip tightened on your jaw,

"Fucking look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to bitch." Your eyes met with his again.

"I belong to you Tohru." He let out a satisfied grumble after hearing his first name falling off your tongue. He let go of your jaw harshly while chuckling. His hands moved to the clear bulge in his pants, running his fingers over the outline before slowly unzipping his trousers. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and through the fly of his pants, giving it a few stokes. He was a lot bigger than you expected him to be when you first had sex, not that you were complaining, you would just forget sometimes at how big he was. The tip a light pink color, veins protruding just beneath the skin of the shaft, you wanted to look away from the embarrassment you felt, but you knew better. His hand coming into contact with a handful of your hair brought your attention back to him,

"It's not gonna suck itself," he said as he forced your mouth down on his cock. You gagged as he forced his way entire member down into the back of your throat. He gave you a long, strained groan as he began a rough, steady pace. His grip on your hair tightened as he rammed his cock in and out of your mouth. One of your hands wandered to try to get him to slow down and be a little more gentle, but his free hand grabbed yours and gave it a squeeze,

"Don't you try and fight back, I'll will use you how I see fit, do you understand whore?" You looked at him as his pace quickened, pleasured moans spilling out of him as he fucked your throat. You held back your gags as best you could, tears forming at the corners of your eyes from the force behind his thrusts. The thrusts were slowly becoming sloppy as he was losing control, he muttered some curses under his breath. You looked up at him with your half lidded eyes as best you could as he his thrust got sloppier,

"That's right, look at me while I fuck your throat you dirty little slut," he gasped out. His breath hitched and he moaned loudly as he unloaded into the back of your throat. You choked on the slaty substance, needing to take a breath.

"Swallow it," he gritted between his teeth. You did your best to take all you could, although a good bit dribbled out on to your chin. He pulled out of your mouth and released the grip on your hair, you coughed harshly as you took a few deep breaths and wiping away the mixture of drool and cum. Before your could gather your composer, he pulled you up forcefully and pushed you further back on the bed by your pillows. He began to slowly and seductively remove his tie. Taking your wrists together and bringing them up to the headboard as he tied them up with the scarlet fabric. He made sure that it was tight and secure so that you wouldn't be able to move. Running his cold fingers down your wrists, arms, and then your neck. His eyes still the bright Golden color as he looked you in the eyes, for a split second you could see the softness in him, a small soft smile fell on his lips. But in the blink of an eye it was gone and his grip tightened on your neck. You gasped in fear as he came closer to your face.

"You look so fucking good like this, tied up and trembling under me with my hand around your throat. You're such a dirty little bitch aren't you" he whispered to you as his free hand traveled to your chest. He tweaked your hardened nipples, making your squeal and squirm under him. He gave the same treatment to the other, pinching and pulling harshly. The reaction he got out of you was trance inducing, the way your face heated up and how you gave him loud moans of pain and pleasure. His grip now aggressive enough to choke you as he took his hand away from your breasts. His free hand caressed your face as he lightly choked you,

"I can't wait to fuck you so hard you can't get up after," he said as he took his hand away from your face. He took a step back, removing his and from your neck and taking in the sight before him. He removed his pants, boxers, and suit coat, leaving him in his undershirt which he unbuttoned. He chuckled once more, crawling on top of you. His cock harder than before as he teased at your very wet entrance. The tip of his cock brushing your your clit swiftly, making you moan tenderly.

"So sensitive" he teased. Before you could respond he roughly, fully sheathed himself inside of you. He didn't let you adjust to him though as he kept going in fully. You yelped repeatedly as mix of pain and pleasure flooded your body, and though it was painful not being able to adjust fully at the start, but after a minute or two the pain subsided. Adachi looked deeply into your eyes once again as he took your legs and pushed them apart. The look he gave you was pure, unadulterated lust. It shook you to your core as he squeezed your thighs to keep them spread apart, so hard you were sure he'd leave bruises. His grip combined with his rough pace made you moan and plead for him,

"God you're such a disgusting little whore, taking all of my cock in each thrust, just as you should," he groaned sinfully. You looked anywhere you could but his face, embarrassment and arousal worn all in one blatantly on your face. His words made your body quiver, everytime he degraded you it was a rush that you couldn't explain. You knew you shouldn't like it, but being called such profanities from him made you feel special in a sick way. He took a hand away from your thigh, relief washing over it from being held in place for as long as it was, only to be met with his harsh force on your jaw. He held you in place so he could keep your eyes on his,

"Look at me," his voice stern. You nodded lightly as you watched his face contort in pleasure as he fucked you as hard as he possibly could.

"All you're good for is my pleasure. You're just my sweet little cock sleeve huh? Answer me slut," he inquired, almost as if he was begging for it. You tried your best not to let your feverish moans drown out your answer, you felt you orgasm coming on quicker than you expected to,

"Yes Tohru, I'm just your little cock sleeve," you squealed. Your walls spasmed around his cock as you came at your own words.

"Cumming already? Don't think I'm gonna stop now just because your slutty self decided to cum without my permission," he said as he took his other hand off your remaining thigh,

"Keep them spread." His hand moved to your clit and slowly began to rub the sensitive nub. You screamed in response to his actions, with the pace at which he was pounding and touching you knew he would only get faster. You wouldn't last. He let a satisfied groan slip from him as you began to unravel, sweat beads forming on your skin, your moans were constant and desperate. His fingers began to rub more harshly, and you felt another orgasm approaching, he could tell by the look in your eyes it was coming,

"You can cum, and keep cumming you dirty, disgusting whore." And that's exactly what you did. You came on is cock over and over again until it hurt. Your wrist pulled harshly against his tie, hard enough that it would leave markings. You wanted to push him off so you could recuperate and catch your breath, but he wasn't having that. Tears forming in your eyes and falling down your face as the overstimulation was too much for you to handle. At that point Adachi was pounding you mercilessly,

"That's right, cry for me you stupid whore. Cry for me while you cum all of my cock. You've soaked my cock entirely, you dirty bitch. Fuck you keep this up I just might cum for you, would you you like that? Huh?" You nodded as your body shook uncontrollably from the constant orgasming. But you were no longer moaning in pleasure at that point. You were moaning and squealing in discomfort and full, fat tears rolled down your cheeks and on to Adachi's fingers. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy, he was close,

"Tell me Tohru," you cried out. He looked at you with confusion across his lust filled face. You wanted him to finish selfishly so you could finally feel some relief.

"Tell me how I'm a terrible whore. And how much you hate me for it. Tell Tohru!"

"No, I love you my dirty little slut." His statement, through all your discomfort, like many he had said to you that evening, threw you off.

"I love that you're my whore. And to show how much I appreciate my whore, I'm gonna cum inside you," he said, his breath hitching. His pace still as fast and rough, but sloppier than ever. He was so so close,

"Please Tohru cum inside me," you cried and pleaded to him. His groans began to get more frequent after those words left your swollen lips. He gave a few more sloppy thrusts before uttering,

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," he moaned. You moaned loudly with him as you felt his cock twitch inside you and he stopped rubbing your red, overly sensitive nub. His hot, thick cum spurted out and painted your walls white, and what couldn't fit gushed out of you.

"Take it. Take it all, whore," he sighed taking a breath of relief as he finished out his high. He pulled out of you, letting the mixture of both your fluids flow out of you. He reached over you and untied your wrists, letting them fall gently to the bed. You took a few sighs of relief as you pulled yourself up and walked to the bathroom to grab a clean cloth to wipe yourself down. You looked in the mirror when you turned the light on, your face tear stained and light bruises began to form on your neck, wrists, and thighs. You cleaned up and dragged yourself back to your room, cloth in hand for Adachi. But by the you got back he'd already put most of his clothes back on and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you. The soft, calm aura returned to him once again.

"Adachi?" You looked at him as your eyes began to get heavy and it was getting more difficult to stand up. Stumbling into the bed, Adachi stood up and tucked you in, giving you a light kiss on the forehead before leaving.

"I always knew you were a little whore," he chuckled half jokingly. You lightly chuckled with him, feeling yourself drift away.

"I love you Adachi." He gave a 'hm' in response.

"Goodnight Y/N." He rubbed your head where he gripped it earlier that night before getting up, turning the light off, and leaving you to sleep by yourself. You sighed, knowing you'd have have to call in tomorrow due to the bruising and struggle to walk. But it was alright, you go to spend the evening with him, and that's all that mattered to you.

[suzieb-fit]

More road miles. Back home at the weekend, so we are making our way back towards the ferry port. We are now at our final stop for the last three nights.

Hardly any movement today. I'm resting.

Just ten minutes on foot, to catch that sunrise, then half an hour on the bike.

That wasn't planned. The boss-man just wanted a bit of something before the long drive ahead.

So that meant a longer fast for me, before breaking it with my collagen and inulin coffee, apple and peanuts.

Late lunch when we arrived at the site. Nice salad as usual.

I'm going to have some me time.

I've been taking notice of all the helpful recommendations and advice from my recent post about the current mucus flare up. Yep. Still very bad.

I'm going to start with a thyroid test. Seems feasible for quite a few reasons. I'm also going to go further down the "hippy-dippy" road, lol. Mindfulness. Positive thinking. Rewiring my neural pathways.

So, my determination is restored, even if my stupid body is REALLY struggling right now!

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Random musings about myself 🤔 (while I'm on lunch break enjoying the snowfall)

So I've been working in research and been around academia environments for 7 years or so (1 year high-school, 4 years undergrad, 2 years masters, and present), and am currently in my first "corporate" job (it's a government job, academia-adjacent). This is my first time in AGES outside of the academia environment I'm used to. I didn't realize how different the environments are between academia and corporate.

Basic stuff first: the MEETINGS! So many meetings! They're important meetings and it's great because the environment I work in is super collaborative but like I didn't realize I'd spend so much of my time in Zoom calls. In academia I had a Zoom call every week for lab meeting and once in a blue moon to talk to my supervisor. So the way I work is "intense hyperfocus" until the time comes for me to attend the single meeting I have to juggle in my head. It's hard to work like that now because there are so many meetings that I've been showing up a few minutes late to because I straight up forget and also I ignore the alarm/notification bell because I'm so focused. I need to adjust my working style...

The second thing: there are lots of opportunities for breaks, and the routine is strict (like "don't bother anyone after 5PM, GO HOME lol" although outside of that you're allowed to choose your own hours so long as you get your work done). This is a positive change but I'm so not used to it, like I take the FULL hour lunch and half-way through I'm like "am I being unproductive...?". In academia I basically simultaneously worked 24/7 and not at all 🤣 So it was constant working with constant guilt. Now I feel...relaxed? I'm lucky to have a good working environment where I can feel that. But wow, I really have to adjust my body and mind to this idea of "9-5 working" in the sense that I need to learn that taking breaks and leaving at 5PM is not being unproductive, and no one will fire me.

The most stark realization for me, though, is that I'm WAAAAY more introverted than I thought. Or maybe it's something else, idk. In academia (or at least in my labs), since everyone is super focused on their research, we socialized in short bursts (usually just a bit of lunch and occasionally popping into each others offices). We also occasionally had retreats or conferences but I could mentally prepare myself for those. For the most part, it was a LOOOOOTTTT of independent work, which I loved, and of course I did love the bits of socializing as well.

There's quite a lot of socializing that goes on in my office, and most people eat lunch together. I realized I HAVE to be that weird loner and eat lunch alone otherwise I legit do not get my break, 'cause socializing is so much work 😩 Because I have to network way more, I realized I actually probably come across as socially awkward 😅 Or at least I think it's becoming more obvious that I put on a mask/mirror others and I'm losing the energy to maintain it. For two days I ended up networking/socializing but with my face and voice fairly dead-panned and noticed it made people squirm, especially if I tried to put the mask back up except it sounded broken because my face was dead-panned and my dialogue was really "crafted" while my voice was cheery 🤣 I think it may come across as a bit intense? I've been called "robotic" by two people in my life before (both times were as an insult tho so idk, it was probably just meant to hurt and not meant to inform).

Alternatively, I'm just really shy (which I was like when I was a kid) and that persona is coming back. I feel kinda shy and find it difficult to make eye contact -- with most people these days tbh, not just at work. But it feels really comfortable??? Like not in the "I'm socially anxious" way but in the "I genuinely feel comfortable being quiet" way.

I dunno! Maybe if I get more comfortable at work I'll be a lot more chatty (in short bursts). But wow, it's a difference for sure.

[dietraumerei]

Weekly Writing and Reading Update

hiiiii I went for a bike ride for the first time in ages and it was wonderful, though I feel oddly unseated/thrown off now. I think part of it is I'm trying to figure out if I should buy a house next summer or wait another year. (I will spare you the advanced calculus involved but there are pros and cons to both.) Also, frankly, I had a really late lunch and I'm probably just waiting for my blood sugar to sort itself out, lol.

Writing

Oh my god I'm so writers-blocked right now. FOR NO GOOD REASON. I'm pretty happy. I'm well-rested. Work is incredibly slow. All things are good except that I just...stare at a document. Maybe I'll try breaking it with a little one-off fic? Or I guess just hope I can sleep it off?

Anyway, I updated Beginnings and I know how long it's going to be and I've got the last chapter started and hopefully someday I will be able to finish it!!

I am also slowly, steadily working on at the back of the temple; I sort of want to finish Beginnings so I can just dedicate myself to writing canon-verse for awhile, if that makes sense.

Reading

I finished Congratulations, the Best is Over! and I feel some kinda way about it. I love R. Eric Thomas, but the longer-form essays are sometimes good and sometimes not so good? I didn't dislike it at all, but I'm also looking forward to what he writes next, as I think every collection gets a little bit better.

[inkofamethyst]

September 3, 2023

Okay okay alright now for a bit more positivity because I didn't actually spend the last several days in a slump, I promise (not that I'm trying to minimize my feelings or anything of course).

Had a virtual lab meeting on Monday but had to leave partway through to go to the airport. Somehow managed to eat something in the car. Worked on my braids in the airport, on the plane, in the uber to the hotel. Disinfected my hotel room, ate dinner at a diner next to my hotel which was entirely empty except for me and a geriatric couple (the food was just okay and I think the waiter might've been flirting with me but I was too drained to engage and the food wasn't nearly good enough for me to want to go back). Went back to the hotel and worked on my hair for another several hours. Spoilers, even though I finished them that night I wasn't able to find boiling water to set them the whole week. Gonna do that first thing tomorrow.

Tuesday was the major event day. Started with a 9-am departmental information session followed by lunch with most of my cohort (a new guy was added to my cohort (he was also affiliated with the department prior to applying (I think this is important to note not necessarily because I think this was unfair but because.. I dunno I just find it interesting and can't really articulate why (don't get me wrong he's got a crazy amazing CV)))) followed by the snoozefest that was convocation (it was kind of nice but the theater was dark and I just zoned out a bunch) followed by a resource fair (where I scored some free stuff). I took a break and recovered in my hotel before heading back out to a social hour where I met some chem people who were really nice. Then I slept.

I should note that immediately after lunch one of my cohortmates and I went to get our student IDs in the student center. The thing about the student center is that you need a student ID to traverse the student center. So. We waited for a passerby to swipe us into the elevator area because you need an ID to get to the elevators. We got into an elevator with no clue where we were supposed to go and were stuck in there because you need an ID to use the elevator. Someone called it up and we got off on some random floor. We googled the floor we were supposed to go to and figured we'd use the stairwell to get there instead. We enter the stairwell and reach the correct door but couldn't enter the floor because you need an ID to exit the stairwell. We called the ID office and they were happy to help haha.

Wednesday morning was super rainy. I had a conversation and a walk with my advisor which was very nice and reassuring. Got some keys, found my office, met some people. Walked back to the hotel and rested for most of the day. Walked to a Chinese restaurant and got stuffed steamed buns which were amazing even if I couldn't tell whether I was supposed to eat them with my hands or with chopsticks (the table next to me used chopsticks so uh I'll try that next time).

Thursday was beautiful. I got brunch at a little waffle spot and it was delicious. I sat on campus in the shade for an hour or two, just watching the people stroll by. I explored the grad student center (not the one that caused me trouble lol) and it was really nice. My parents arrived and we checked into a hotel closer to my apartment then got Thai (had the best pad see ew I've ever had) and rested for the evening.

Friday was move-in day. Got even more keys. Transferred everything up, went to buy some things, and worked on construction (I built a set of ikea shelves!) until late that night. Set up wifi all by myself. We popped over to a latin american joint that was still open and I had the most amazing rice bowl with black beans and plantains and some incredible green sauce.

More errands Saturday morning until we had to return the rental car. Tried a vegetarian place and it was pretty good, though not a favorite. We took public transport back to campus and walked from there to my apartment. Unpacked bins and organized clothes until late evening. Several hugs later it was just me again (plus my roommate). Slept.

Today I'm thankful for the discord call with my photo- and cello- friends (with a brief cameo by my puzzle-friend). It felt really nice to laugh and carry on with people I know. I stayed on much longer than I should have. Very sleepy.

Lots to do tomorrow (meal prep, tidy, talk with roommate, set alarms).

[letsrilakkusu-blog]

Happiness doesn't come from grades, it comes from BooSeokSoon!

Appreciation post for BSS and their amazing comeback after five years ♡

I haven't been a fan of Seventeen for too long, but I love Just Do It and Hoshi and DK are my number one and two biases, so I was as hyped as everyone else for BSS' comeback in February! This is just a post for me to gush about how much I loved everything about it.

LEAD-UP PROMOTIONS

Pledis pulled a sneaky way of announcing the comeback by posting a hidden tweet with their signature "Ladies and gentlemen, they call us BSS" but the fans found it and Caratland freaked out! After that, everything that was teased prior to the album's release just continued to build on the hype. From the teaser images, we could see that there was a sports concept that coupled well with the album name Second WInd, and also that they would probably be faithful to the silly charm that we love about BSS rather than go for a more mature concept.

The whole rolllout was incredibly well-thought-out and cohesive. The highlight melody in particular was genius. Modeled after a fitness or training app, the members take turns acting as your voice coach, and they each introduce a song that coincides with a time of day - morning, afternoon, and evening. Basically, they want our entire day filled with BSS and I'm not complaining. I was super excited to hear a bit of the featured artists as well!

GOING BSS

We got two special episodes for BSS, rejoice! These episodes were filmed in the mockumentary style following the members as they prepare for the comeback, and they are honestly some of my favorite in all of Going Seventeen. Everything was just so funny and unhinged - the dialogue, the presentations, the side interviews, the camera work, even the comedic cuts and timing worked into the editing. And BSS are the perfect members to take on the mockumentary format because they have absolutely no shame and will do anything for the sake of humor. Almost as funny as seeing the members commit so hard to acting out their ridiculous ideas is seeing them break character. I don't know how they filmed any of this with a half-straight face, staff included. The cameo appearances were great! Woozi deserves a raise for doing his part semi-seriously in a space helmet, and my favorite was Dino giving 1000% as the flamboyant Mr. Cha lol.

ALBUM + MUSIC VIDEO

The music video for Fighting dropped at 11 PM on a Sunday night for me but I was up and waiting from the live countdown. I loved the song and video immediately on the first watch. Fighting is incredibly catchy and energetic, and the song structure is really interesting, particularly the rap bridge that leads into a musical-esque second bridge. BSS were serving as vocal kings all around with harmonies, ad libs, and high notes - even Hoshi! And Lee Youngji absolutely SLAYED her rap. When I took the time to read the lyrics I found them very relatable, motivating, and quintessentially BSS. In a nutshell, life just sucks sometimes but you still gotta keep fighting! And BSS will be there rooting for you (literally, they say "we're your BSS" who is "here to sing this song for you").

The music video was a perfect fit for the song. It was full of colorful outfits and sets, energetic backup dancers and extras, a bit of humor and a super fun choreography. BSS looked incredible and I could feel their energy and how much fun they were having through the screen. I watched the video a good three times straight after it dropped before going on to listen to the rest of the album.

And the other two tracks didn't disappoint either! LUNCH, which is meant to be a late afternoon pick-me-up, is pretty quirky and while not my taste initially, it definitely grew on me. It's really cute how the members are "cooking" up a song to deliver to you, wherever you may be in the universe (or multiverse). 7PM was the song I was looking forward to the most after hearing it in the highlight melody and it was just what I was hoping for. It's a warm hug at the end of a long day. The members’ voices are beautiful and soothing, and the lyrics are simple but sentimental. Peder Elias features and actually sings the whole second half of the song. I was a little conflicted because I would have preferred a shorter feature or at least finishing out the last chorus with BSS, but he has a wonderful voice that fit perfectly with the vibe. And it’s nice to have a part that's easy for me to sing since it's in English haha.

PROMOTIONS PERIOD

The promotions period was no doubt short but sweet. It was only one week but BSS' three music show performances absolutely delivered. They performed with live vocals, unveiled the entire choreography for Fighting, and even brought their two featuring artists with them! Youngji and Peder are such gems, Youngji moved her schedule around to promote with BSS and Peder flew all the way from Norway. Fighting was so much fun to watch each time because of the choreo (super interesting, detailed, creative, and on-brand) and also because of the ad libs that BSS changes up each time. My favorite was Hoshi's shoutout to Coups, Wonwoo and Mingyu for coming to see their Music Bank performance, so wholesome. We also got our ears blessed with two performances of 7PM in a cute outdoor food/drink stand setting. The harmonies in the chorus were so wonderful, and it was cute how they got Peder more involved by having a short dialogue with him at the end of the song.

But my favorite performance of all might actually be their appearance on It's Live. BSS performed with a live band and I truly wish this version could be on Spotify, I love it that much. The video starts off with the members marching in to Fighting (of course). They do a short-ish intro with an overly enthusiastic Hoshi and DK and Seungkwan lamenting about how they get off track when they don't follow the script. Even the band members could help but crack up in the back! Once the performance starts they get totally in the zone and even without dancing, it was so much fun to watch. They killed the vocals, slipped in a bunch of fun ad libs (one by DK had Seungkwan on the floor), and even ran around the whole room to get everyone else to cheer along for the last chorus. It was both extremely chaotic and professional, two things BSS does best.

Oh and as an extra bonus, during the performance period we also got to see BSS doing dance challenges with everyone under the sun and I was living for it!

THE ICONIC CCMA PERFORMANCE

Just after promotions ended, we got to see BSS perform as the ending act at the Circle Chart Music Awards! The boys brought BIG ENERGY. They put on another fantastic performance of Fighting, but what really stole the show was when they brought out Just Do It again. BSS incorporated a little skit with their hair/makeup people at the beginning of the song and sang the first verse up on a raised platform in front of a podium. They sang and danced so well but added an extra silliness to their ad libs and movements that made this five year old song still feel so fresh and fun. During the chanting part of the bridge, BSS ran into the artist audience area and got everyone to join them, then pulled the viral "Next Level" reference in front of aespa before running back on stage to finish up the song. I loved how DK yelled at everyone to congratulate him because it was his birthday lol. The song ended... and then BSS pulled a Seventeen and gave it the never-ending encore treatment!! Iconic, legendary, game-changing. It's crazy how just three members of Seventeen could fill up the entire space with their presence and get everyone in the audience, both fans and artists alike, hyped up with them. Their professionalism and energy continues to amaze me over and over.

EXTRA GOODIES

Finally, we got spoiled with so much extra content to go along with the comeback. Seungkwan guested on Lee Mujin's show (and just recently Jo Hyunah's as well). DK did a video with Dingo where he surprised a fan in order to cheer her up since she had been having a hard time. Hoshi fought his inner introvert and appeared on Suga's drinking show. The list goes on. We even got special performance videos of Fighting and 7PM, plus all the behind-the-scenes.

To wrap this up, I'm just so proud of BSS for everything they've done in this short period of time. It feels like they did it all just for fun and everyone's enjoyment, but the results have spoken for themselves and I'm hoping we'll get to see another comeback sooner than five years.

[allylikethecat]

hi ally!! how was your day??? today at work i went down to get my lunch plate and it was A PASTA BAR with a warm rolls on the side and cookies, my day was fucking made. i do thipnk it’s quite ironic that our drug reps are giving us nothing but carbs and sugar but hey you only live once haha

ok now for tuesdays update: if i’m being honest i haven’t really been keeping up to date w ducklings cause im usually not the target audience for mpreg but when i saw the update i read the last chapter and todays and omg i’m living for the drama and i can’t believe george finally found out!! it was def not the reaction i was expecting i feel like we never really get to see an angry george but he is righfully angry with matty for keeping that secret. i liked seeing that side of fictional! george. i can’t wait to see how this unfolds and if reconciliation will happen sooner or later in the story

ok last thing and thanks for reading all the way through 😭 for talk shop tuesday what’s a fic you’ve been reading or thinking about lately from another writer (1975 related or not) also—is it weird that i had a dream the other night and infection!verse matty was just chilling in my dream??? it wasn’t even a dream ABOUT an ally fic, fictional! matty was just a character in my dream😭😭

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HELLO MY DEAR SMOOTHIE ANON!! THANK YOU FOR SENDING SUCH A WONDERFUL DETAILED ASK! I apologize for the novel I have written you in response.

I can't complain about my day, it was extremely hot out but work was good and I had a nice ride with Pop after! He wasn't impressed by the heat but we took lots of walk breaks and he got a nice cold shower after. OMG a PASTA BAR?! That is amazing even if the fact that it came from a drug rep is hilarious. I'm happy to hear you had a good day!

AHH thank you so much for reading the new chapter even though mpreg isn't usually your thing (which very valid I know it is not a thing for a lot people and I like am a huge fan of the whole 'not for me, don't read' thing ) but like thank you for checking it out anyway! But yes!! It was the big one! Fictional!George now knows Fictional!Matty's secret and him finding out did NOT go well. Not going to lie, I think some of the nastiness of ATKH Fictional!George seeped into Ducklings!George a little bit there 😬 But at the same time, I feel like most of my Fictional!George's have a little bit of an angry edge to them? He's kind of an asshole in ATKH and in the Infection Verse he and Fictional!Matty really went through it and were at each other's throats for a while there after they broke up? Idk but I guess for the most part I do usually write him as pretty sweet and patient and understanding.I also will say, his anger and reaction was based on a lot of self doubt and self hatred that he then projected onto fictional!Matty. I am excited to continue unraveling their story - Fictional!Matty is going to make it much worse before it gets better lol

OOooo Talk Shop Tuesday! Recently I've really enjoyed @sundrownsthehouse's new chapter of Take This Pain and Give it A Name I am SO EXCITED to see where it goes! As always, I am also continually obsessed with @vinylandcoffeecollection's Poses Series, the newest installment You and Me Together Song is absolutely brilliant and I cannot wait to see how it continues to unfold!

I also love that Infection Verse Fictional!Matty has invaded your thoughts so much that he's now an extra background character in your dreams lol welcome to my life he is always looming on the edges shouting "PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEE" lol

Thank you for sending this ask and for reading and being just generally so lovely! I hope your Tuesday was fantastic and that you have a wonderful rest of your week!

❤️Ally