#and today im not that busy but i have to shower and do laundry and i have a doctors appt and a meeting with my teacher

[lovecatsys]

i just want to lie down and rest and talk to people on my phone but i have to do things unfortunately

[arthur-r]

!!!!

[fauustic]

late night bubble bath

((oh yeah the brainrot has hit HARD!!! IM IN LOVE!!! please send me asks / requests about miguel o’hara i might just melt ...))

gender-nonconforming reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara

comfort, fluff. a needy miguel who is just a big kitty.

warnings: mention of wounds, very little blood. taking care of him after a night of insomnia. use of spanish pet names, yet a translator helped me because my spanish isn’t the best. lmk if i missed anything!

word count: 3027

A sigh escapes your lips as you shakily grasp the cup of water along your bedside table. You weren't one to have intense insomnia, yet the anxiety bubbling within your gut served as a painful reminder that you haven't been blessed with a moment of shuteye.

Was it something you had forgotten? You ran through a mental checklist that consisted of taking after Miguel's late nights, and not a single chore was unfinished.

Leftovers for dinner could be found neatly packed away in the place he always checks in the fridge, so there was no need for your love returning from work hungry and tired. Today's laundry was already fluffed and ironed, which will make it easier to begin the upcoming morning. Miguel mentioned off-handedly to you how an important board meeting at his lab had been stressing him out, so you couldn't help but surprise him when he got back home even if it was just prepared outfits.

You leaned back against your pillow before rolling towards Miguel's side of your queen sized bed. You felt so jumpy, your hands itching to do anything. Nights like these you craved Miguel's presence tenfold, as he would be snuggled right in your arms, smoothing the stress out from the tips of your fingers through a careful massage. You could remember the sleepy rambles he'd murmur into the air over the ambience of the television, "Pasar tiempo contigo, brillante. Encantador. Mi pequeño amor. Could bask in your presence always, mi conejito." Miguel would whisper into your ears with a cute sleepiness, peppering your jaw with his lips. It's almost as if he was right beside you, brushing his thumb against your skin as he held your hands.

Thinking so fondly of your boyfriend's habits soothed the anxiety of your insomnia as you tried to remind yourself that he always stays safe and remembers you love him. Once coming home for the first time from work, he can't help but smother you in kisses and silly pet names, showering you in soft reminders of how much love and affection he has for you. And then the second time of the night, he'd do the same thing under different circumstances. It had happened the night before, and it'll happen again. 

Miguel, soft groans escaping his bruised lips, would come through the balcony of your shared apartment that stored your little collection of flowers and greenery, slip through the door you always made sure to crack, and wake you up in the dead of the night to be bandaged and treated by your caring touch with hushed pleas. Whispering sweet things, neediness in every touch. "I missed you, cariño. Been waiting to see your pretty face all day, can I kiss you? P-please, let me kiss you." 

And so you did, resting your fingers on his shoulders and slowly trailing up until they cupped his bloodied face by the jaw. Then, you'd painstakingly kiss him until his blood would mix with spit, his fangs desperately wanting to sink into your tongue. 

Getting so caught up in your little dream, the blaring of a shrill beeping car down below your apartment startled you. Interrupting the glass upon your lips, it spilled onto your nightgown with a gasp.

"Fuck.." you mumbled to yourself, missing your boyfriend more than ever. Changing in a rush, you pulled over one of his flimsy lounge shirts over your head to bask in his smell as a reminder of his presence.

Nueva York was a city that didn't sleep, as the chatter of passersby rang through busy traffic. Bars down below thrived under the limelight, people not in their right mind hid in the shadows of skyscrapers. 

You wondered what Miguel could be doing right now. Scouting the vibrant lights as his claws dug into the beam of a building? Knocking someone senseless under the conditions of justice? Saving a civilian as they fall from great heights? 

Wondering made you sick, the anxiety bubbling in your stomach as if you were the one downing margaritas and cocktails in a scummy bar down below. You needed to distract yourself. So you did anything an adult on a late night would do.

So when you finally came to your senses, you slapped a flour dusted hand over your mouth and groaned.

Apron tied to your waist, hair in a loose bun– nothing too serious, in fact you appreciated how this style still kept your androgynous but still staying practical. Wisps of hair straying from the hold would cloud your vision every now and then, which you'd have to blow out of the way subconsciously while preparing the whipped frosting. The TV, distantly able to still be heard from the living room, echoed quietly through the apartment with an ambience that lulled you to a calm. It was the news, you couldn't help yourself due to late night paranoia, but your hands were busy and your attention was snatched away from your beloved creation.

You've truly outdone yourself this time, you decide as you watch the oven in front of you with an exhausted gaze and a yawn. The kitchen was messy with egg residue and splashes of water and vinegar oil, the clock on the microwave read "2:49" in the morning. It was a kind of chaos you normally wouldn't find yourself to, as Miguel loved a schedule, a routine. It wasn't as if he didn't want you to have your fun, far from that, he simply just loved doing whatever was eventful with you. And you couldn't help but find baking amusing as you observed the small cakes in the shaped pans inflate as time went on.

You found yourself in the middle of your small apartment kitchen floor, sleepily peering into the oven until that sleepiness shifted into fully dozing off. It couldn't be helped, crashing so hard after pulling off a mission to pump out more than a dozen cupcakes, half chocolate batter and the rest strawberry flavoring. Thankfully, you were able to stay awake long enough to take the cakes out to cool, but as soon as the oven made the beep to turn off– the couch was the closest thing to fall into a needed rest.

It's hard to know how long you had exactly fallen asleep for, yet the frantic arms encompassing your form must have been any kind of indicator. It was a startle to wake from, as your mouth couldn't keep quiet before your brain began working. 

"Eeugh! I- God Miguel, you scared me so badly–" You heaved into his shoulder as he practically slumped on top of you, whispering his usual panicky tangents he'd spew after returning from his late nights. 

"Lo siento, lo siento mucho." Miguel buried his face into your neck, nose pushing against your pulse. "Would never purposely scare you, mi lucero del alba. But not seeing you in bed, that made me feel… not like myself." Miguel confessed with a shaky breath and a pause, breathing in the floury smell and just you, swearing a purr erupted from his throat. "Would have fallen on the floor of our apartment if you weren't here, in my arms.  "Te necesito más que al propio aire, baby."

A subtle smile peeked through his tone despite the desperation, the longing in his touch. His forearms pushed against your back ever so slightly, reminding himself that you're here. That you're safe. His hands met your sides, thumbs circling in a soothing motion. You knew it calmed him down to trace shapes within your skin, but you wouldn't be lying if you said you loved the burn of his touch when he isn't even truly doing anything on purpose. It was as if the warmth of his finger tips ignited into flames, searing his touch into you. You'll never be able to forget each circle, heart, or even a very rare star traced into your skin, accompanying every freckle or birthmark you have. Every part of you is adored, loved, cherished. 

"I'm going to be here, waiting for you. No matter where you are or where I have to be."

"I hope so." Miguel hummed, "If anything happens to you," His claws found themselves underneath his shirt that you wore to bed that night, trailing your sides like handing a delicate doll. "Tengo miedo de lo que pueda hacerles. For you I'd do anything." 

His body didn't feel suffocating to be lying beneath, as he cradled the both of you to be meeting halfway. It was heartwarming, being clung to like a teddy bear by a man who's trying to hold up an entire city with his own two hands.

You realized his suit was only partially off, head uncovered as well as part of his chest– the suit clung to his waist like a lifeline. Needing to see his soft little smile that he held so selfishly against your neck, you led his face to be held over yours. A soft whine escaped his lips, missing the warmth your neck provided, but a quick hush quieted himself easily.

"Don't act like a sad puppy, my love." You whispered into his lips, breath fanning an old cut just underneath. Inspecting the damage, Miguel's eyes fluttered shut as you smoothed over the stress lines between his eyebrows. Not too rough today, expect a few cuts and bruises. So in your terms and conditions, today may even be considered a great day. "Aww, look at you. You did so well today, didn't you?" Awarding him with a kiss, Miguel melted into you like a weighted blanket.

Both hands cupping his jaw, you held him there for a long while, relishing in the moments of peace and quiet with him. Peppering quick, feathery kisses over his lips and gliding over cheekbones and freckles upon the nose, kissing the stress line you smoothed out, before doing the routine all over again. You strayed, always did– couldn't resist his alluring features and soft pleas to continue kissing him. 

Miguel isn't always so docile. Some nights he'd storm into your bedroom in a trance of pent-up frustration and stress with bruising kisses and bites that took home amongst hidden skin. But most nights, he could be handled like putty. It was an adorable sight to see, as his fangs peeked through his plush lips from the tension going slack in his jaw.

Your lips finally met his for the first time that night, yet it wasn't heated or filled with ulterior motives. Miguel's mouth met yours, and he lazily tasted every inch of your mouth, grazing his fangs against your tongue by accident. He needed to know every inch of you, and remind himself a hundred times over.

"Miggy.." you mumbled between his kisses, and happiness dripped from your voice as he barely let out a "mm?" Separating for just a moment, he decided to simply nuzzle your hand as a substitute.

"Let me run you a bath."

This sparked his attention, a quirk of the eyebrow and a stare of disbelief. "Eh?" Miguel chuckled stiffly, his nuzzles coming to an abrupt end. "¿Qué piensas de mí, un niño pequeño? I'm no toddler." By his response, he hasn't heard such things in ages. But as you slipped away from underneath his grasp, you padded towards your shared bathroom without a word. He was the one to bicker, but once the plan was in motion Miguel couldn't help but abide with a light begrudge in his step.

"The little cakes can wait, honey. Don't try to use those as an argument to get out of this." Your words would come out as a scold to anyone else, but as you turned to start the water it was clear you simply just cared. Too much for your own good. "Let me just do this for you, I missed you today." You admitted. 

"It's too late for this still, cariño." He groaned with a tint of guilt as you started helping him undress. "I'll just shower, go on. Vete a dormir." Yet he did not swat away your advancements to prepare a towel, nor even the drop of bubble bath mix in the water. Miguel looked at you like a deer in headlights, mouth agape as you did so.

"I added the bubble bath formula only because you told me to sleep." You said deadpan, grabbing the suit that's fallen to the floor to hang it on the rack. Miguel's expressions contorted to annoyed, then shocked, to just downright amused of your antics that always had him guessing. He cackled as you kept yourself busy, until you finally signaled to get in.

It was as if you tried to get a cat in the water, as he stared at the mountain of bubbles that rivalled the skies. "I'm not getting in. I can't lose the rest of my dignity." This time, his tone was solid– nothing sounded as if it could get through to him. But you could read your boyfriend like a book, solve him like a puzzle in a matter of seconds. 

"Miggy, my love. My other half. My everything." You cooed, dropping to your knees to poke at the bubbles. "You don't get in this forsaken bathtub with just the right warmth and the bubbles I made with my own blood, sweat and tears, you will sleep on the couch until I give you explicit permission to lay with me." His scarlet eyes glowed with genuine fear in his eyes. "And then, you will just lie with me. You would not be able to hold my hands or waist or twirl your finger around my hair– you will be in timeout. No bed, no holding–"

A splash interrupted your words, wetting your legs as his size struggled to stay in the tub. His arm hung out of the side as his feet kicked up on the tile walls, and he looked as flustered as ever. "No me lo puedo creer." Miguel blew at the bubbles that settled on his face. "I'm no dog who needs a bath, cariño." 

Shaking your head at his rare childish antics, you leaned over the tub to kiss the bubbles upon his nose. It was a sweet, domestic little moment between the two of you.

Small little scars littered his form as you glided a soft wash cloth over the grime of the city that washed off onto him. When the fabric slid over a sensitive muscle or wound, he'd hiss a curse and a "be gentle with me, love." You only responded with a lick into his mouth, which earned you a bite to your lips. "I'm not trying to hurt you, just wanna take care of you, my angel." You whispered into the bubbles, shuffling your knees the closest you can to the tub without falling into it– and massaged the tension in his shoulders.

This elicited a groan to rip through the bathroom walls, a low rumble that he couldn't contain to himself following. Miguel was like a domesticated tiger, all bark and bite yet the rare moments of silly tenderness peeking through his rough exterior. "Ah, that feels–" Miguel hisses again in pleasure, his brain short circuiting under your graze. ".. increíble. Tú eres mi medicina." 

His forearm hanging off the side of the tub twisted to bring his grasp to your face, locking the both of you into a heated kiss, one that stored the unspoken words of lonely nights as Miguel's shifts grew longer and more tiresome. "Missed you, baby. I need you, need you always with me. Wouldn't know what to do without you, I'd go crazy." He rambled as one of your soap filled hands snaked into his hair, to lather his curls and simultaneously scratch where he loves. 

It was an endearing sight whenever Miguel openly expressed his adoration of you, both his thoughts and worries.

"I love you more, Miguel." You giggled as his nose scrunched together at the abrupt sensation of water cascading over his head, the bubbles falling from the softness of his hair and down the ridges of his jaw and nose.

Silence comfortably enveloped the two of you as you rinsed him off, scattering kisses on his skin whenever he mumbled declarations of affection.

As you wrapped his curls in a soft, small towel, his sleepy grumble of a question caught your attention. "What about your little sweets, mi amor? Do you need me to help you finish them?"

Laughing, you shook your head only to shush him softly. "No, no baby. Let's just do it together tomorrow once you get some rest." Leading him to stand, you began draining the tub. 

Miguel didn't argue with the idea of that, purring softly as he imagined the two of you frosting little delicacies– something incredibly cozy and lovely. He loved that about you, the way you reminded him about his own humanity, the little hanging reminder that he needs his own time to help to heal and thrive. 

"All done, baby." You slid your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest with a sigh. The towel hung around his waist was as soft as the fleece of a sheep, lulling you into the serene sleepiness your body craved to have. "How was your bubble bath?" The words tumbled from your lips as Miguel led the both of you to your shared bed, tucking you into the bundle of blankets scattering about. 

Before long, he slid into the opposite side with his own sigh of relief. Your hands grabbed at his now clothed chest, peeking at his exhausted, but content expression staring right back at your own. "Perfect, mi conejito." Miguel whispered with honesty, bringing you closer than ever as his breath fanned the crook of your neck.

Sleep began to take you as the strong scent of bubblegum flooded your senses, the slightly damp curls of Miguel tickling your neck and cheek. He intertwined his soul with yours, purring with a calm he could only achieve with you.

"Cupcakes tomorrow?" You murmured into his shoulder, soft and sleepy.

"Cupcakes tomorrow, cariño." A kiss to your neck. "Dulces sueños, goodnight."

[eggtartz]

a/n : im lowkey venting in my fics wha-

summary : draken snaps at you when you asked for his help, slight angst but with comfort!

wc : 1178

[10.00pm]

it was night time and you were waiting for draken to come home from his shop. he did called that he's gonna be a little late so you did all the chores including feeding the cats you owned and the laundry. you were exhausted doing chores from morning and had a sore back but if you didn't do the chores, the house is going to be messy and unorganized. you never minded doing all these chores without draken's help although some days the chores are getting overwhelming.

sometimes you actually don't want to take any rest as there was still unfinished chores to do. there were some days where you overworked yourself and got a fever but you still did everything you could before draken got home from his work. you always thought yeah you were tired but he must be more tired so you must finish the chores before he gets home.

today, the chores wasn't too much but you had to cook dinner and went to multiple shops to buy some food supply for the cats too. you also had to take the bus because draken was too busy.

while doing the laundry in the laundry room, you heard a click of the door indicating draken has come home. you threw the shirt you were hanging and sprinted towards him then launching yourself to demand a hug from him. he hugged you back but the hug lasted for 5,6 seconds? you were confused as he softly pushed you away while he disappear into your shared bedroom after he mumbled a "im tired" under his breath.

you stood there, still confused. nonetheless, you finished the laundry as fast as you could and headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner for draken. he took a long time showering but he showed up to the dinner table. you beamed at him but he didn't even looked you. huh, you thought maybe he was too tired.

after eating in silence, draken took his plate and washed it and went to bed. you did the same and stored away the food in the fridge. you heard the cats meowing for food but your hands were still lathered in soap so you called for draken in the room. "ken? ken, could you feed the cats?"

no respond.

"draken? drakennn the cats are demanding food can you be so kind and give them the food my hands are soapy"

again, no respond.

"ryugujii" you prolonged his name while still cleaning the dishes, unknowing that he was stomping his foot and was angry his peace was interrupted.

"damn it y/n can't i have one minute of rest? must you bother me over something that you could've done?"

"what? ken im still doing the dishes but the cats are hungry i just asked for your hel-"

"i don't care about the cats, im fucking tired and can't even rest in my own house!" furiously he grabbed the container containing cat food flying across the room. the cats already has fled to safety under the table leaving you and draken under thick tension. your hands were shaking as you never saw draken as angry like this. yes, he had days when he was tired but he never went.. psychical like this.

with a shaky voice you said "well, im sorry i was in your way of resting. how about you go and sleep? you look like you need it-" you didn't even get to finish your sentence as he turned his heels and went back to your shared room, slamming the door in the process. you almost fell, your knees were wobbly but the cat food scattered needed to be cleaned so you reached for the nearest broom and swept every single piece. after a while of sweeping, you called the cats to eat and while scratching their heads you sat down with them and cried.

one of the cat bumped their head on your hand and you sniffed. you smiled a little, thinking

the cat wants attention but had no idea you were feeling sad. you gave every single cat a whole hearted meal and they left you in the kitchen. you were contemplating either to enter the bedroom or sleep on the sofa. it was cold that night and your back was in pain so sleeping on the sofa might make it worse but at this point you think draken might need to cool off.

you took a spare pillow and blankets from the old cupboard and make your way to the couch. it was uncomfortable to sleep there but the floor might be a much worst option. you did your best to fall asleep as the discomfort of your aching back came so again you cried. you cried so much that you fell asleep due to crying and exhaustion.

[2.00am]

draken's pov

okay fuck now what? i swear i was exhausted but after the burst with y/n i couldn't sleep. was she outside? where did she slept? y/n always had problems getting comfortable to sleep so she should already be in bed here with me but it's been hours and there's no sign of her. with a heavy sigh i rose from the bed and went to look for her only to find her sleeping on the sofa. clumsy y/n she must have accidentally slept here i thought while smiling.

my smile immediately fell when i saw the tear stains in her cheek and her eyes were puffy. i felt a pang of guilt. here she is, the love of my life doing everything in the house without my help and yet when she asked for help i just snapped at her like that. what a selfish boyfriend i am.

i carried her body into our bedroom and laid her down while she hummed in content. she must be tired as well, i'll call inupi and tell him im taking the day off tomorrow. my y/n needs some rest.

settling down on my side of the bed, i felt her body stirred and felt her gaze on me. i cupped her cheeks with my hands and kissed her forehead. "im sorry, im so sorry" i whispered.

i felt her starting to cry again and i quickly wiped the tears away while hugging her warm figure. she thankfully hugged me back and heard her mumbling apologies repeatedly in between her sobs. i kept saying that it's not her fault and that's it's okay while rubbing her back. after a while she calmed down and fell asleep on my chest.

i laid her down again and spooned her from behind. i stroked her hair while she was snoring softly and kissed her head repeatedly saying how much i love her and how much i regretted treating her like this. perhaps, breakfast in bed tomorrow would be a good start for her day. i reached for my phone that was on the nightstand and typed out multiple recipes of pancakes. yeah, i should definitely do this more often for her.

a/n : im writing this while doing chores y'all

[httpsdana]

HI BABS ITS ME AGAIN (OFC)

Can I have 33,39,44 for my man Ofc bcs you know I’m obsessed with ow you write him for me

He’s just WOW

I LOVE YOU THE MOST

- your lil 💖💖💖

Cleaning Time~Eric Garcia

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

When my Lil asks you know I have to write it immediately. enjoy babes <33

YALL MY BOYS WON THE LEAGUE IM SO PROUD OF THEM

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

33-"I hate you" "love you too sweetheart"

39-"Shut up you're not my mum/dad"

44-"I'm tired" "come here"

It was one of those days were y/n just felt like cleaning the whole house. Hers and Eric's apartment was huge, but she knew she'll do it anyways, its just who she is.

Waking up at 6am, y/n got out of her bed and opened the curtains of her bedroom. Eric, who had no training that day and was in deep sleep, groaned when the light from outside entered the room. The sun still hasn't rose up completely, but there was definitely some light.

"y/n...what are you doing?" he said in his deep morning voice, covering his face with her pillow.

"up up Eric. Its cleaning day" she clapped her hands before walking to the bathroom

After doing her business and brushing her teeth, she went back to the bedroom, to see Eric asleep again

"Eric!" she yelled, making him jump up with his eyes widening

"I'm up. I'm up" he raised his hands in defeat, letting out a sigh as he rubbed his eyes still adjusting to the light

She smiled at him, pressing a kiss on his cheek before ushering him to the bathroom

y/n had a plan, for her and Eric. She knew if they were cleaning in the same room, they wouldn't get anything done. So she distributed the chores on her and Eric.

"okay so first I'm gonna be cleaning the kitchen cupboards while you do the laundry okay?" she asked looking up from the paper she had her plan on

Eric looked at her with an amused look making her roll her eyes

"I'm serious Eric!" she whined at his lack of seriousness

"okay okay. just give me a kiss first" he pukered his lips, reaching out to pull her closer by her hips.

She rolled her eyes jokingly, standing on her tiptoes to reach his lips. She connected their lips into a small kiss, before she pulled away. Eric pecked her lips a few times making her giggle slightly before she pushed him away

"thats enough. the laundry is waiting" she reminded him

He rolled his eyes with a sigh before he walked out of the kitchen

If there was something y/n regreted, it was making that day their cleaning day. She already finished everything in the kitchen and had moved to their bedroom, while Eric decided to take a break and play some FIFA with the boys

y/n let out a sigh as she looked at the cloth mountains in front of her. She started arranging them, putting everything in its place, making sure to put her clothes on one side and Eric's on another, even when she knew she almost never wore hers.

"y/n? amor, are you still working here?" Eric asked, watching as she let out another sigh

"I am. I have to finish our closet, and then move to the living room and clean it too" she said, not giving him a single glance

"I think that's enough for today. you're tired" he pointed out, making her roll her eyes

"Shut up you're not my dad" she said, making Eric chuckle

"thats true I'm not. but I am your boyfriend and I think that you should stop for today" he walked closed to her, taking the hoodie she was holding in her hand away from her, making her groan.

"I hate you" she grumbled with a sigh of defeat

"love you too sweetheart" he blew her a kiss, before folding the hoodie and putting it in the closet

He got up and pulled y/n up with him.

"I'll be in the living room. take a shower and freshen up. you need it" he pressed a kiss on her forhead, making her smile

After taking a shower, y/n put on one of Eric's t-shirts with a pair of his shorts

She walked to living room, where Eric was still playing FIFA. He looked up when y/n came, giving her a smile as he paused his game

"I'm tired" she mumbled with a yawn

"come here" he patted his lap, spreading his legs a biy

She walked to him, sitting down on his lap, with her face in his neck, and legs around his hips, while he put his arms around her waist

"go to sleep my love. you need it" he whispered, pressing a kiss on the side of her head.

[jadedrrose]

Hello Heather, could I request a Law fic with prompt Domestic Life? Thank you so much for writing!

IM FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO THIS ONE!!! GOD!!! Anyway, I think I went overboard on fluffiness, lol. I just want to be married to this man so bad, ugh 😩

Warnings: No real ones. One very slight suggestive comment, but it’s up to you to interpret what it means. Also, mentions of having a baby toward the end.

Nobody’s life was ever quiet, or peaceful all the time. Especially when being a pirate.

But, as of right now, you were quite content with things. The war was over, firstly. Nearly two years had passed, and finally you began to feel a lot more safe, especially with your husband becoming a Warlord.

Oh yeah, husband. Despite it being months ago now, you still would get butterflies every time you remembered that you were married to Law. You’d always thought he wouldn’t want to do it, but he surprised you greatly on that day he’d asked you to marry him.

And today was another simple day with your husband.

As always, he’d woken up much earlier than you had. Before the entire crew, actually. He would always kiss your cheek when getting out of bed, whether his movements awoke you or not. He’d then shower and get ready for the day, and head off to his office until breakfast.

Before, breakfast was served with and for the whole crew. But you’d found that ever since getting married, the crew had moved their own breakfast time so that you and Law could have your own time, much like normal non-pirate couples would have.

Breakfast happened when you woke up. You’d rise from bed and depending on the day, either keep your pajamas on or put on your usual outfit. But never the boiler suit you hadn’t worn in years now. Law claimed it was unfair to make the most important person in his life, and also basically his second-in-command, to dress like everyone else. He wanted you to express yourself.

So you’d do your usual morning routine and then head out of the bedroom that you and your husband shared, heading straight to the kitchen to prepare food.

You’d make Law’s favorite, then yours, and bring it down to his office. In there, you’d sit on the extra chair specifically meant for you and only you, and eat breakfast with him. Everyday, Law would repeat the words “thank you, dear” when you’d set the plate down in front of him. And everyday, you would smile and giggle at his words.

After breakfast, you’d let Law continue working while you did some typical household chores. Make the bed, clean up any messes within your bedroom or personal bathroom, clear the kitchen so everybody else could make their breakfast. Do your’s and Law’s laundry if needed, stuff like that. When you were finished, you’d either hang out with the crew or do some of your hobbies.

For lunch, you’d meet Law in the library. Neither of you really ate big lunches, and due to this, you knew Law would just keep working if he ate in his office. So the library it was.

If he wasn’t too busy, the two of you would hang out. Train together, cuddle with Bepo up on the deck in the warm sun, etc. But if Law really had time to spare, you would find yourself back in the bedroom (or really, anywhere “private” on the submarine) for some alone time.

Around dinner time, Law would leave his work behind for the day and join you in the kitchen to help make the food. Again, the crew let you have the kitchen to yourselves, insisting that all couples had their own kitchens so you should too. Except that it was only your own for about an hour and a half. Then it was everybody’s.

Tonight, everything was mostly the same. Law usually had some sort of onigiri or fish, and you’d make whatever it was that you liked. The both of you swiftly worked around each other, an unspoken sort of coordination between the two of you.

Once finished, you’d both sit down at the end of the large table within the kitchen. Tonight was no different. The two of you began eating, making some conversation here and there.

But there was something on your mind this particular evening. You’d been wanting to bring it up with your husband for a while, but you didn’t really know how he’d react. Today, Law seemed like he was in a better mood than usual. Maybe it was due to his Warlord title finally becoming official. But nonetheless, it was a good time to bring it up. Hopefully.

“Something on your mind, y/n-ya?” Law inquired, noticing the odd look on your face, the way you were much quieter than usual, sentences very short. It was unlike you.

“Uh, yeah… but, we don’t have to talk about it-“

“No, let’s talk about it. Tell me what it is.”

Law’s voice was calm, relaxing you. He always made sure to speak to you like an equal (but honestly, he viewed you as higher than himself), and never make you feel like a simple crew member.

“Well, I just don’t know how you’ll feel about it…” you stammered, unsure of how to word this. Gosh, you were nervous.

“I promise I won’t be angry or upset. Never.” Law spoke, looking directly into your eyes now. He wasn’t even eating anymore.

“Um, I just… I didn’t want to bring it up too early, but now that we’ve been married for eight months,” you started, nearly shaking from nervousness. “I… was wondering how you felt about… starting a family?”

Law simply stared at you. You cringed, thinking, yep! You’d fucked up. Of course he wouldn’t want to, you were pirates. It was too dangerous, and you were selfish for wanting it.

“I… I’m not opposed to that,” Law said, calculating his thoughts. “We’re protected now, so maybe it is a good time to… try.”

Your eyes widened, and you blinked at him. “Really? You’d want to?”

He nodded. “Before I’d met you I had thought it would be something I’d never do. But you, y/n-ya… you’ve changed my outlook on, well, everything.”

You smiled, reaching your hands across the table to cover his lovingly. “Oh Law… you never fail to make me feel like I’m falling in love all over again. How can that even happen? Every time I think I’ve loved you more than ever, I fall deeper.”

You giggled as his cheeks reddened, a blush forming on his face. “S-stop. You’re being so…”

“Cheesy?” You finished for him, giggling some more. “But it’s true. I love you, Law. More than anything.”

A small smile formed on his lips, and he nodded. “I love you too, y/n-ya.”

[vthetease]

my favorite things

it's me birthday

so just incase anyone wanted to know some stuff about V

heres some random info about my life as well as some of my favorite things

i am a libra sun, aquarius moon, capricorn rising

i like dark chocolate more than any other; i have since i first got my period. i like gummy candy and starbursts but my favorite are the little cola bottle candies. i like tea and coffee sweet, but flavorful. i like energy drinks and slushees and wanted my first tattoo to be a cola-mtn dew slushee but it wasnt. i like waffles more than pancakes but would prefer a toaster strudel or muffin. i like apples and lemons and cinnamon and garlic and truffle and black cherries but not maraschino. i dont like onions or cilantro or swiss cheese. i dont like chili because something about the consistency of wet, tomato-ee hamburger makes me ill. i also can't drink hard liquor.

i like smells like thick cologne that lingers and juniper and spearmint and old houses and honeysuckle and the smells of the earth when it stops raining in the summer. i like the smell of other peoples laundry soap and coffee more than my own. i like eucalyptus and aloe and teakwood and dragons blood incense.

i like classic rock from my dad and 80s pop ballads from my mom and afi and lincoln park from my older sibling and 4*TOWN for my younger sibling. one of my earliest loves in music was Paramore, and hayley is an inspiration of mine. i like pop punk and the band ive seen the most is sleeping with sirens, 4 times now. i like hip hop and rnb and acapella and piano. i like music that makes me feel alive. anything from violin to screaming, i just like passion. i'm a very passionate person and always have been despite myself.

i sing and like singing in the car, while i shower, and cook. i am very loud but sometimes can do cool things. i like how singing makes me happy and helps me relate to other people and also my predecessors. i like how i feel connected to those before me through my voice. my first time singing in public was my 4th grade talent show. I sang The Only Exception by Paramore because my parents thought Almost Lover was too dramatic and adult for a 12 year old

i like old movies and i used to fall asleep to them at my grandparents and wake up to them at weekends at my dads apartment. i like musicals like ride the cyclone and drama like the fault in our stars and action like john wick and will always be down for a horror movie. i like get out and candyman and hereditary and black swan and blair witch and creep. i like the twilight zone and rod serling has a special place in my heart. i also like alex trebek from jeopardy, matthew grey gubler, penn badgely, andrew scott, evan peters, and my biggest current celeb crush is matt rife.

i like being alone in busy places. i like to talk to people but i also like to disappear to the other room during the party. im the girl you find sitting outside sometimes smoking, or on the balcony. i enjoy walking back into a concert midsong and seeing all the happy little people being happy. i like stepping away from chaos to appreciate it. i like driving on highways at night when its empty and im high. i like watching airplanes land. i like sleep and i sleep in a tank top and underwear but never socks. my dreams always take me back to this very similiar place every single night doing different tasks with different people. i might start calling it the twilight zone. i like to paint my emotions in my makeup and artwork. i have always felt very deeply and openly.

i like the moon and the stars and it is so fascinating to learn about the same beautiful big rock my ancestors saw. i feel drawn to white butterflies and birds and bumblebees and skinks ( they r tiny lizards). i like history and culture, but im really bad at math.

thats all i can come up with for now. if you have any questions let me know

thanks for reading about me, lmk if youre in love yet

valentine, 22 today <3

[cowplant-pizza]

hey guys this is a huge personal rant about my irl so if u dont wanna read it just scroll!!

so as some of u will know i am disabled with fibromyalgia, hyper mobility and also depression and anxiety.

i started a small biz to try to help bring funds in as i cant work a proper job (i was even told by my dr that working was out of the option)

im feeling doubly, even tripley sorry for myself rn because not only do i have a disability, but i have it so bad that i can’t even do what most people with this disability can do (work part time or even full time in some cases)

my disability took away my dream from working with animals because its such a labour intensive job

i saw a silver lining in creating my small business because it was something i was really passionate about and was actually doing really well

in 2020-2021 i made £21k which is a reasonable salary for someone with no qualifications (i had to drop out of school due to my disability) and also a small business in their first year of existing

however since covid has “ended”, and lockdown was lifted, my sales have plummeted. the following year i only made £4k

this year i’m sure i’ve made even less

i cant keep up with my business because i’m way too stressed about money. stress makes fibromyalgia waaaay worse for those wondering

i cant sleep at night. i have awful insomnia. but when i do finally get to sleep, i cant wake up. i describe it as a sleep coma. its like sleep is literally pulling a blanket over my head and suffocating me back to sleep. i actively fight with my body every day for the ability to wake up

once i wake up i have minimum energy. this is spent doing small everyday tasks like watering my plants, playing with my dogs, putting away laundry, showering ect. once those tasks are done, i’m spent. i could sleep again. i have no energy or motivation to work on my business

but some days i dont even have the energy to do those small things

i just sort of “zombie mode” along all day. time goes quickly and slowly at the same time

i thought i’d been awake like 30mins earlier but it had been 5hrs and my dinner was ready

i’m basically always confused and not with it. earlier i put a tissue on the side and my mug in the bin (still with cold tea in it) instead of the other way around. i put soap in my hair and shampoo on my body puff

i dont know what to do

i have a drs appointment on 16th but that was booked over a month ago and its only over the phone. i rang today to try and book another one (because you can only discuss one issue at a time), and opted for the callback service (if your past 5th in the queue you press the callback and keep your spot). i was 8th. i never got a call back

i honestly just feel like the entire world is against me

im trying to get an adhd/autism diagnosis because i know something is “wrong” up there but i cant even get a regular appointment let alone a referral

i get no support from my government. no benefits. i scored a 0 on my PIP interview. im going to try for universal credit but someone recommended waiting for my adhd/autism diagnosis to really push them to give it to me but, as i said, i cant get an appointment

im making about 50-100 per month

i dont see anything bright in my future

if you read this far honestly your a gem. im sorry for burdening this on your shoulders. i just needed to write it down and get it off my chest

[miruac]

001 | recognition

masterlist

synopsis: first meeting, but is it love at first sight?

pairing: yunmei qi x casey ruang(ocs)

a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HI EVERYONE!! revamp of chapter one is finally out im so happy <3 i've debated redoing this series because i feel like the previous version was really rushed, so i wasnt able to write with my best. but with time and devotion, you can do anything(this is a cry for help save me school sucks sm) but anyways heres chapter one <3333

I.H CAMPUS; 9:20 A.M

international heights; an elite university that offers special programs that are inclusive to people all over the globe. yunmei qi, your classic university student. shocked that she was capable of getting into university, and still shocked that she could afford tuition.

the bustling noise of people chatting and chanting filled the campus of international heights, as orientation day was rather busy. it was a hot and sunny day, as the summer heat hadn't faded away yet.

yunmei hauled her belongings for the next four years on her shoulders and in a little cart that the establishment had provided. there were guides at the main campus, and each freshman was assigned an older student to show them around. luckily for her, she was able to make it to the front of the crowd. 

a loud bell rang throughout campus; indicating an announcement was to be made. a shrill sound screeched into everyone's ears, followed by a couple of tapping noises. 

"is this working…hello? testing, testing. alright, attention freshmen! this is your dean speaking, and on behalf of all staff here we welcome you to international heights university. these next four years will be some of the best of your lives, and we can guarantee you’ll enjoy it here. there will be students guiding you to your dorms so you can unpack. after that, there will be a quick tour of the campus. get settled, explore a little bit, and good luck to all of you."

the dean spoke through loudspeakers scattered across campus, causing everyone to flinch a little at the unexpected sound. people in silver shirts began to emerge from the main campus building, and made their way to the crowd of freshmen. this one tall, tan, and muscular figure made his way over by yunmei. if she was being honest, yunmei was more than just intimidated.

"okay, hello freshmen! i'm sure we all appreciated our dean's lovely welcome, and we're sooo excited to get settled in.”

it was subtle, but yunmei was able to hear a hint of sarcasm in the man’s voice. 

“my name's liam, and i'm your guide today. you all received a slip of paper saying your dorm name, which should be asher hall. i’ll be doing attendance, so please listen for your name."

the tan man said loudly, adjusting his cap. underneath the scary demeanor, you could see a sweet personality. yunmei and everyone around her handed the slips of paper to liam. it wasn't a while until yunmei's name was called.

"yunmei qi?" 

"here." yunmei dryly responded, covering her eyes from the brash sun.

"casey ruang?" 

"here.”

I.H CAMPUS; 9:20 A.M

“my name's liam, and i'm your guide today. you all received a slip of paper saying your dorm name, which should be asher hall. i’ll be doing attendance, so please listen for your name."

casey yawned, having just woke up from his short nap. casey ruang, your local nice boy. growing up, casey had dealt with insomnia, since he was around his tween years. he looked around, taking in his surroundings. no one else really caught his attention, other than a girl who was wearing an oversized dress shirt, a white skirt, with a navy tank top and sunglasses to top it off. 

"yunmei qi?"

the girl breathed in, raising her hand.

"here."

ah. her name is yunmei. that's a pretty name for a pretty girl.

;;

around seven minutes later, the group reached the dorm hall. it was a three story building with a lounge, a communal kitchen, and a laundry room. at the end of each floor was a communal bathroom, the ones on the top two floors having showers. each floor had four rooms, all single beds.

yunmei was excited for this. she couldn't wait to live the university student aesthetic, even if it was only for a short time. but she had to wait, since she was unable to get her luggage up the staircases. everyone had entered their rooms earlier, so there wasn't really anyone around to help her. liam had gone off to the dean's office to receive the itinerary for the rest of the day, so he was out of the question. determined to be an independent woman, she attempted to haul the cart up step by step but ended up having the bagagge slide off and crash onto the floor.

damnit...no one's around, what the hell do i do..

yun thought, her face in a tight grimace.

"are you okay?

;;

casey had pushed away his luggage in an empty corner, looklng around his room. he decided that the unpacking would happen later, as he wanted to explore the campus. the walls seemed to be intact, just a little discolouration from age. a couple of dents and scratches in the hardwood, but nothing a rug can't fix. the bed...higher than expected but that meant more room for storage. the room was a bit better than his expectations, so casey was relatively pleased.

click

me:[insert photo]

me: made it to campus, the dorm looks better than i thought it would

mom: Wow! very nice. eat well, okay? I love u

me: okay mom, love you too <3

casey looked at the time on his phone. 9:27 a.m.

i'll unpack later, let's look around first.

he thought to himself, locking his room door behind him. about to make his descent back down the stairs, he heard a thud below him. peering over the railing, casey recognized it was the girl from earlier trying to drag her luggage up the stairs.

"are you okay?"

the girl looked up at him, her eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. her expression turned from a surprised one into a sheepish smile.

"yeah, sorry. i thought i'd be able to bring up all my bags at once, but that doesn't seem to be the case!"

she explained sarcastically, still trying to pull at the luggage.

"here, let me help you with that."

casey maneuvered his way past the bags to the base of the stairwell, grabbing one bag in each hand.

"what's your room number?"

"203. and thanks, by the way."

"no problem. you're...yunmei, right?"

"hm? oh yeah, my names yunmei. you?"

"casey. casey ruang."

"well, nice to meet you casey ruang."

the two reached 203, and yunmei opened the door. she stood there for a while, taking in her surroundings. now that casey saw her up close, he was able to examine her features more closely. she was actually quite petite, and she had a couple of ear piercings. she turned around to reach for her bags, tugging them away from casey's grasp.

"thanks again, casey."

casey nodded, flashing a small smile at her. the two bid farewell before casey went back downstairs, fist pumping to himself as he appraised himself for talking to the pretty girl.

I.H QUAD; 12:50 P.M

liam had just finished the tour of the campus, and now students were able to roam around freely. for yunmei, that is exactly what she did. there were booths and booths of extracurriculars that the school offered. it seemed like the options were endless, as she continued to walk down the path. a slight gurgle of discomfort was felt throughout her body. checking her watch, yunmei realized it was about time she should have lunch. the nearest dining hall was right around the corner, so it was just a short walk.

"hey, yunmei!"

yunmei heard her name being called from afar. she looked around, and found casey by a booth waving towards her. she waved back, her expression confused and surprised. casey made his way over to her, a small smile on his face. yunmei chuckled, finding his eagerness to be slightly amusing.

"hey, did you find anything you're into yet?"

casey asked, running his hand through his hair. yunmei hadn't realized that casey was rather taller than her, so when he stood next to her she was confused as to why there was an oat coloured and white flannel in front of her. casey had good style, she realized. a white shirt under a loose hazel flannel, blue denim cargo pants, and classic converse sneakers. she also spotted a ring on his pinky, bracelets on his wrist, and a silver chain around his neck.

"mm, i'm thinking of a sports team? i'm not really sure, there's so many options. did you join anything?"

casey shook his head, holding up plenty of flyers.

"i got a bit too excited and bit off way more than i can chew. i'm gonna go through them later, and look into the one's i'm into. where you headed?"

"dining hall. did you have lunch yet? from the amount of flyers you have, i don't know if i should be concerned or curious."

once again, casey shook his head. the two conversed a bit more as they walked to the dining hall together. yunmei didn't expect to already talk to someone this early on, but sometimes your expectations surpass you.

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hi guys AAAAAAAAAAAAAA i alr did an a/n but heres another one <3 im so happy i was able to rewrite this <3 this is all i have to add on to my earlier authors note, but i'm happy to say goodnight central has made a comeback. i love u all, and byebye!!! til next chapter <3

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3062

today we didn't get out of bed until like. 2:30. i eventually took a shower and joel and i went out. we went to michael's and i ran into my friend, and five minutes later we ran into one of joel's friends. michael's is poppin'.

before we left michael's i saw a little dragon - a bunch of them, actually, but they were a different combination of colors from what i have and there were a bunch of them and they were all so sad and i got really sad and i went "awwww 🥺" and joel picked one up and plopped it in his arms and we got to take it home 😭😭😭😭😭

i love him. i love my little dragon. and my joel. but this little dragon. was so sad. and i feel so bad that i couldn't take all of them home and im so sad that i don't have the money to do that and i 😭😭😭😭😭

anyway i also got dinner with some friends, one of whom was the one i saw at michael's 😂 we went and got mexican food and then we got ben and jerry's across the street and it was really nice.

when i came back i put in my laundry and watched a movie and switched my laundry over and found that s4 of miraculous is on disney+ so i watched four episodes because i didn't get to watch it before so i'm happy to watch it now. i finished my laundry and folded it watching another episode and now i'm in bed and i have things to do tomorrow and i'm gonna be busy between going places and making cookies and writing because i need to do something and i'm hoping i get the motivation to write.

that's all i guess, because it's sleepytime.

[somethingsgottagive1821]

Today was a pretty good day if im going to be honest with myself . My sister had a pretty hard morning but i was able to help her the best i can and doing things like that genuinely makes me happy ! I went grocery shopping and got almost everything that i need. I still have to get some ribbon and some tissue paper for the baby shower tomorrow but besides that I am all set. Tomorrow is going to be pretty busy though. I have to go do laundry and some shopping at Walmart and then drop my boyfriend off at work and take my kids to the baby shower. I know they might judge me for this but i only plan on staying half hour to a hour max. I normally wouldn’t go to a party on a Sunday but its for my cousin and i would want everyone i invited to show up to my baby shower no matter what day of the week it fell on . So ill show up and give my gift have a drink with the family and head out. Sundays are usually the days I save for relaxing or catching up on house work ! So i know if i stay longer i will be sacrificing a nice clean organized house for the week and with my daughters appointments and surgery coming up it just isn’t something im willing to do right now. Im trying to make changes to better me and my family and that starts by putting me and them first. And maybe that sounds crazy that im putting me and my family first by leaving a family party early but that’s what my brain is telling me to do so im going to listen and make sure me and my kids are set up for success this week. Monday both of my kids have a doctors appointments . My youngest has a pre op appointment to clear her for surgery. I’m nervous and i have a feeling she has a ear infection. Hopefully that doesn’t effect her surgery date or anything but I believe as long as she takes Tylenol and not ibuprofen she should be alright im praying . I already scheduled her surgery date off and if it changes I’m a little nervous my job will try and not let me take the new day off but if they try and pull that i will have to call out . No way in hell im missing my daughters surgery! I will be there for her when she wakes up if its the last thing i do. I couldn’t imagine having a surgery and waking up without my mom with me . Well i guess i can now as a adult . Covid stopped my mother from being with me for my daughters birth. But she was waiting for us when she got home that was the next best thing I guess if she couldn’t be with me. Anyway tomorrow will be a good day just like today! Gotta speak that into existence !!

[giovannigiorgio666]

People* have been asking me, “Giovanni, why do you post such unremarkable outfits?” “Why do you always erase your head?” “Why are you such a loser?”

And I will answer these much asked questions here today!

Im bored

Im afraid of the gov rounding up undesirables and killing us to purify the country

I don’t know how to be cool, no one’s showed me

I need an outlet and I can only do so much in therapy and I was an artist that had a decent following and since I stopped that I’m still wanting to share what I want to share and have some sort of creative outlet but without being ashamed of being too out there for people like my art has become

My mental health is declining and the world is going more to shit every day and I’m addicted to drugs which just amplifies the issues I’m facing and I know the moon isn’t talking to me but I hear it and it feels so real and there’s no an gear demon/angel that lives in an alternate dimension that I can hear in my thoughts sometimes but I know it’s not me so who and what is it? And I’d like be healthy and normal and happy but I’m fuckt because my parents beat me and I did too much acid and research chemicals. And I’m probably gonna unalive myself when my cat dies and I feel bad for my fiancé but I think she’s coming around to the reality she might be a widow one day and I think she understands my pain

And I want to be seen and heard and considered

And I wear the same clothes every day but i just wanted that to be accepted by someone because i haven’t done laundry in months

But I keep buying new shoes and new clothes because I’m afraid as soon as i do laundry I’m gonna lose all my favorite clothes

And it feels good to spend money even though I don’t have any or have any space for anything and there’s more important things to spend money on that I need and want

And I haven’t worked out in months and im shaped so awkwardly and I don’t fucking shower enough so my dandruff is bad and my skin is bad

I just want to feel like I’m doing okay and liked by someone because I’m very unlikable due to being blunt with people and always talking too fast and not knowing how to audibly communicate with people

And I’m fucking unemployable. I’d be jobless again if my mom didn’t own her own business because every job I get I get fired from eventually

And I can’t look people in the eyes because I’m paranoid they’ll see too much of my inner thoughts and I’m weak and stupid

And I’m just bullshitting my way through life

The only release I have is through stupid fucking posts on an website no one is on for barely anyone to see and pretend that I’m liked by someone for being me instead of this character i have to play in the offline world

So that’s the answer to your questions. A little FAQ post

[[*no one is asking me]]

[your-jellyfish-senpai]

I'm so pissed off.

[movedtoprsmise]

today’s gonna suck 4 me

[missmeinyourbones]

what icks do you think the aot boys are guilty of having lol

aot boys x icks! (part 2) (jjk version)

now THIS is content i can get behind

eren:

is the type of guy to think that just letting the water hit him in the shower is washing his body... like you're showering together and ur scrubbing ur legs w body wash or something and he's like wait... you wash your legs? like you don't just let the water and soap hit them? WHAT

tries to start a podcast and thinks hes making really profound points but its the most basic and bare minimum conclusions like "working out actually improves your mental health"

his hair gets greasy really easily but he doesnt like to wash it every day bc it dries it out. you recommend dry shampoo and he REFUSES because it “makes his hair look gray” and ur like no not if you apply it like this and rub it in!!!! he doesnt listen

accidentally airs ur dirty laundry and secrets to all of ur friends LMFAO he really doesnt mean to though but youll all be having dinner or something and someone will order a specific food and he’ll be like “wait baby isnt that the food that gives you really bad gas?” goodbye

the classic "THIS IS FOR YOU <3" and misses

armin:

uses the 🥺 emoji way too much for a grown ass man. like its cute sometimes but its definitely his most used emoji. also says "sowwy" when ur mad at him :/

loves when you scratch his back/head but only does urs for like 2 mins LMFAO. ur taking turns in bed and when its his turn to scratch he does it for like 30 seconds and then is like my turn :) or im tired goodnight :) also gets mad when you stop unexpectedly. gives you side eye

drools in his sleep LMFAO. sleeps with his mouth open and its not that big of a deal unless he’s sleeping on you and you wake up with a fucking wet patch on your chest as if a baby was just napping on you

prefers you without make up and doesnt really understand that you wear it for personal or creative reasons, like he automatically assumes its because you’re insecure or covering something up. like youre going out and having fun getting ready and looking pretty and hes like “why do you wear makeup when you are so beautiful naturally? :)” 

buys millennial merch like “dont talk to me before my coffee” or those signs that say “dogs welcome! people tolerated” also calls dogs “floofers” and “doggos”

jean:

genuinely says sheesh. like not as a joke. he'll be like sheesh baby you look so good today and you'll have to hide ur embarrassment lol

is the type to NEVER let you get away with stuttering or fumbling ur words. you know that tiktok thats like "you ever stutter so hard you just have to stfu" thats you around jean LMFAO. you mispronounce one word and hes never letting you forget it

NEVER FINISHES A WATER BOTTLE. he will leave half filled bottles all over the place and then have the audacity to open a new one and drink it in front of you???

sleeps like a LOG. will not move. when he snores and you try to kick him a little bit to be like hey turn over ur snoring, he is not waking up. he gets up the next morning whistling a little tune looking like he just had the best sleep of his life and you crawl out of bed like a gremlin who almost fell off the bed and listened to his snores for 10 hours

such a music snob. he will be like “baby i recently discovered this really good song you probably havent heard of it its super underground” and its tame impala LOL

connie:

hes a mouth breather. he also chews so fucking loud. you guys are sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast & minding ur own business, and he is going to TOWN on his food. close ur mouth. imbecile

kinda the same topic but definitely bites his ice cream / popsicles. you are starting to think he doesnt have feeling in his front teeth anymore. he crunches the fuck out of ice as a "snack"

laughs along with a joke that you know he doesnt understand PLEASE it could be an inside joke w you and your girlfriends and hes trying to butt into the conversation like "HAHAHA"

his phone is always greasy and has crumbs in the cracks of the case and shit. ur like oh babe can you take a pic of me real quick??? and its so blurry because of the shit on his lens

leaves the toilet seat up every. single. time. especially not fun when you pee in the middle of the night and fall in with sleepy tired eyes 

levi:

sleeps with socks on. LET UR DOGS BREATHE LEVI. he thinks sleeping barefoot is nasty so he puts on a new pair of socks every time he gets into bed

has to correct you, even on tiny minute details. youre telling a story and youre like "so we waited in line for like 30 minutes" and hes like "it was actually 45." or "we went out to eat last monday" "it was tuesday but ok" like ENOUGH. let me have something

worst. backseat. driver. ever. you could break a little too quickly ONE time and hes so dramatic about it. “that wasnt a complete stop” “you’re supposed to be in the next lane” “that car was in your blindspot and you didnt even look” 

answers the phone with “what” every single time. not a hello??? how are you??? how was your day??? it sounds like a chore but in reality he just doesnt like technology and thinks phone calls/texts should be as concise and quick as possible

has literally no decor in his house/apartment like it actually looks uninhabited. has like one couch and a bed. you offer to help him pick some things out and hes like “im always at work anyways why would i need a table”

reiner:

likes drake LMFAO not even old drake (when he was good) but like new "say that you a lesbian girl me too" drake

repeats a joke that didn't land because he thinks you didn't hear it. but you did. it just wasn't funny

when you guys first started talking he was definitely the guy to be like "ur so beautiful, whats a girl like you doing with a little ugly boy like me???" when you guys are in a relationship youre able to see that its just his insecurities manifesting but. it was cringey at first

i just know this man has dirty fingernails. like they are short and well kept but there is always DIRT AND GRIME under them. you make him wash his hands before he touches you

cant be quiet for the life of him. he has loud ass footsteps. like ur sleeping and granted he is trying so hard to be quiet but he literally cannot. slams his drawers, shuts the door so loud, will play a video on his phone full blast. and then when you stir from your sleep and glare at him hes like “good morning :D”

porco:

genuinely says "without me? :(" when you say you are about to shower LMFAOOOO its kinda funny when you guys are in an established relationship bc u can just smack him but he is definitely guilty of saying it seriously when you two were in the talking stage

accidentally mansplains things to you. not in a demeaning or belittling way but like youll make a joke about "why cant we just print more money" and this business major bitch is like "baby...are you serious...because inflation will-" like OKAYYYY it was a joke

his hair is so crunchy from all of the hair product/gel he uses on it. sometimes when hes fresh out of the shower youll compliment his natural hair as an attempt to get him to lay off the gel. his hair is so hard you could drop a brick on his head and it would deflect 

backwashes in all of your shared drinks

manspreads, especially in public. youll be sitting in a crowded place and he is openly sprawled out extremely comfortable while a woman with a baby is giving him a dirty look

i had a lot of fun coming up with these! i hope this was what you were asking for :3 thanks for requesting!

[teenagedirtbag21]

DoL Lis losing their virginity to you

Yes, I know that some actually are still virgins in game, but there's no special event for them to lose their virginity so y'know, have this. And im really writing this because the thought of Whitney or Eden being a virgin when you first have intercourse is so funny to me.

Some of these are gonna seem out of character, but thats because its obviously before they become complete sex crazed lunatics.

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Robin

Robin never really thought about sex until you had began spending more time with him. You were his friend, his absolutely perfect gorgeous friend who had no business being in his mind as he stroked his hard cock. He felt guilty thinking about you in such a way, but he couldn't help it. You were just so good to him, treated him so well and made him feel better about himself. Its not his fault you had decided to wear such a low cut shirt today, causing him to get hard and forcing him to cover it until you left for bed.

He doesn't even realize you coming into his room, much to busy with moaning your name with his eyes screwed shut. You couldn't help but crawl onto the bed beside him, startling him. He covers himself up, trying to do anything to make it go away but dammit, you're still wearing that shirt and you liked your lips so perfectly.

Hes a whining, moaning mess underneath you, his eyes locked with yours as you rode his dick slowly. He's frantically moaning praises to you, on the edge of cumming the entire time as his fingers dig into your thighs. He finally released deep inside you when you lean down and press soft kisses to his neck, whining loudly and rutting up into you.

Kylar

You had come home after a short shift, walking into your room to the sight of Kylar stood by your dirty laundry basket, a pair of your worn panties wrapped around his cock. He was thoroughly embarrassed, he began apologizing profusely. You came home early! It wasn't his fault, really. Stressed and in need of some relaxation, you lock your door and strip to your underwear.

Kylar eyed you hungrily, face red but cock hard in lust. He practically ripped your panties off your body after you okayed it. During the act your panties never left his hand, the warmth and intoxicating scent made him cum ten times harder. He finishes deep inside you, panties pressed to his face, babbling about the 'freshness' of them.

Sydney

Sweet Sydney. It would happen like in the movies. Hes talked about it with Sirris before hand, making arrangements for him to be conveniently gone that night and getting extra tips on how to make you feel good. He wants tonight to be perfect. Invites you to his place, cooks a beautiful romantic dinner, buys you flowers and showers you with love.

Going almost feral over your naked form, his hands never leave your body. He so sweet and passionate, his thrusts were soft and slow as to not hurt you. It lasts a long time, he enjoyed watching you cum multiple times on his cock. I guess it really pays off to have a dad who teaches sex ed.

Whitney

Poor Whitney's watched so much porn and craves sex so bad, but doesn't know how to go about finding someone to fuck. He doesn't care about having a 'special' first time, he just wants to make sure it's his partners first time too, to ensure he's good and can't be told how bad he is or, God forbid, they find out he was a virgin.

Thats when he finds you. He knows the demeanors of a virgin, and you most definitely are one. Hes cocky and confident around you, making you assume he's a player. Then you're in the bedroom together, both of you completely naked and he wears the same lost look as you.

His rough hands trail down your body, face red as he examines each of your curves. He grips your hips as he finally sinks into you, nails digging in as he attempts to stifle the moan in his throat. It felt so damn good, so tight and perfect. His thrusts are hard and fast, as hes seen in videos, and he ends up finishing inside of you when he looks down to the sight of you being split open on his cock.

Eden

Eden never cared for sex, never had anyone he wanted to be that close with. Read about it in steamy romance novels, jerked off and went on his way. That is until you had stopped at his cabin, soaked from the rain, scared, insisting something was following you and begging for a place to stay for the night.

Eden was confused why someone as dainty as you would be in the forest this late at night, in this weather. But he didn't question it when you were visibly shaking, your wet clothes clung to your body in such a way is made his heart skip a beat. He offered to warm you up, he wants to be a good host and calm your nerves. Can't do that while your wearing such cold clothes, here, take this blanket and go sit by the fireplace.

Hes leant over top of you, pressing soft kisses to your exposed neck. You never slept with complete strangers, but something about him was different. He was sweet, when you finally agreed that is. He slides into you so softly, moaning in your ear about how good feel around his cock. Once finished he's going to try to keep you there, suggesting you stay another day to ensure the threat is gone, he'll escort you out himself in just a few days, its raining now! Every night after the first he uses you, multiple times if he can, getting rougher and more cruel each round.

Avery

Avery could had had sex anytime in high-school, his wealth alone was enough to make women swoon for him, throw in his pristine look and charm and he's done for. But no matter how many women came onto him, none were very up to his very high standards. He has a reputation to keep up, if anyone found out he was fooling around with such slots, he'd be ruined.

Then one day he had a conversation with the sweetest thing, you. You didn't swoon for him like the others, didn't talk about his wealthy parents or even acknowledge his high up social status. He was conflicted, why didn't you know how important he was? And why did he love it?

After a particularly extravagant date, he takes you back to his house, a place you'd consider to be a mansion. He's holding your hand the entire time, whimpering in your ear about how good you are to him, how you deserve the whole world.

Alex

Alex didn't really have much time to think about sex. He'd just rub one out each morning to rid himself of frustration, but thats about it. He's much too stressed looking after his younger siblings, worrying about his parents opinions and taking care of his farm. There really wasn't any time for girls, not that he knew any anyway.

Then you stopped by, asking for work. You didn't look like you'd be fit to work on a farm, but you had a sense of determination and he wasn't really in much of a place to deny help. He grew to enjoy your presence, he found himself staying up at night wondering if you'd be coming back the next day, thinking about your beautiful smile, about the way your clothes hugged your body and the way your hips moved when walking.

It starts pouring when you're both working in the fields, completely soaking your clothes. He places a hand on your waist, face red as he examined your chest through your soaked shirt. Its sloppy and wet, loud moans echoing around the empty field as he pounded into you. He's groaning soft praises, telling you how long he's been thinking about this. Once finished he asks you to move in with him, will go another round if you say yes.

Bonus;

Wren

Wren never really cared for sex, instead he focused on gambling, committing crimes and generally being a menace to society. It wasn't until his partners and associates started patronizing him for not being with a woman and never joining them during the dirty parties they host.

"Its like you're a virgin!" His coworkers words played through his mind as he stood at the docks, gun in hand. He was upset. Was it wrong that he never had much desire to fuck a woman? His thoughts are pulled as he sees a figure sneaking into the docks. A smirk is splayed on his face at the sight of you, so precious and innocent looking. His cock twitched when you cursed at him, told him to get the gun out of your face. And he loved it.

He let you go after that, but started to make it much easier for you to get back in afterwards. He pulled some strings and made sure it was only him there one night. He sits with you by the water as usual, but his kisses were much more lustful and demanding. He was so sweet, ensuring you were okay with every small action he did and fingering you slowly until you convulsed on his fingers. He slides into you so softly and slowly, relishing in the pleasured faces you pulled and small whines you made. He cums hard when you reach up to cup his face lovingly, muttering the sweetest things to him. He mumbles and 'I love you' against your skin afterwards.

Bailey

Genuinely never cared about sex. Even goes as far to say its stupid and pointless. Being so intimate and vulnerable with someone? No thank you. Its not like he finds girls unappealing, he's found many women hot and 'fuckable' as his friends say it, but he doesn't see the point in when he has his hand and doesn't have to put up with all the sappy shit.

That is, until one day he's so frustrated, upset about the current caretaker demanding he start bringing more money. He barely knew you, just knew you were the cute girl who had a crush on him and conveniently stayed in the room beside his. He could hear your soft moans through his wall sometimes as you pleasured yourself, sometimes he'd even stroke himself to the sounds and came when you did.

Now he needed you, needed someone to take this frustration out on. Bending you over the bed, he doesn't wait for your okay as he rakes your pants down. He knows you want this, if your moans at night and 'subtle' stares were any indication. Hes so rough, nails digging into your hips as he slams you back against him. He doesn't care about you, doesn't care when you're begging him to slow down because it hurts, he needs to cum and you just happened to be the best thing. He finishes with a loud moan, his body shuddering as he fills your insides. Mutters a soft 'thank you' before pulling out, adjusting himself and leaving with a red face.