#i am going to wash up and go to bed! going to be productive tomorrow! heck yeah!

[toytulini]

i have got to go to bed i have got to get stuff done

[angelicgirlmj]

an angels guide: before your first day back to school ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

hi angels! so for many of us it’s approaching back to school season. for lots of people this can be a bit of an anxiety inducing time, whether you are starting a new school year or kind of education there is alot to plan and prepare and get ready for - it can feel extremely overwhelming! here is my guide for having an organised and effective first day back at school to get you on track and motivated! enjoy and as always feel free to comment your own tips or advice.

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the week before ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

check through stationary and buy anything you need, check subject lists to see what is recommended as well. buy cute stationary in your favourite colours to motivate you!

sort through books, folders etc and organise notes, any loose pieces of paper and any important documents.

assign a folder to each subject, or if already have a folder check through and make sure it is organised and neat.

clear school emails etc, check through and organise into sections and respond to any. check for any information from your school regarding the upcoming year.

finish off any summer work and make sure it is all complete and ready to be handed in on the deadlines provided. check for any extra work if you have spare time, such as a book or article to read.

read up on the new syllabus/lesson plan for your subjects. familiarise yourself with how it looks, any new terms and any possible problem areas.

fix your sleep schedule! start going to bed earlier and waking up at the time you need to be up for school just to make it less of a shock to your system.

check your bag will fit everything and that any additionals such as a water bottle or lunch box are in good condition and to your tastes.

work on your morning/evening routines, plan when you will be doing work and make necessary changes.

figure out your fitness goals and routines - are they realistic for a full time student? time management is key.

if using apps such as notion, ensure it is set up for the new school year and neatly organised.

plan outfits, check through clothes in case in need of new underwear etc or wardrobe staples.

research healthy and nutritious lunch ideas (may make a post on this later!!), buy ingredients if needed.

do any ‘high maintenance’ things, get your nails done, lashes, eyebrows etc.

pack an emergency bag (pads/tampons, spare underwear, cash etc).

check any hygiene products and buy new ones/replace old ones if run out or in need of more!

do more self care, do a hair or face mask, do your own nails, watch your favourite films, have some you time before school starts again.

make a back to school playlist.

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the night before ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

eat a healthy dinner.

do face mask (use one you have tried before in case a new one causes a bad reaction).

oil hair + hair mask.

dry brush before shower.

wash out oil + masks, shampoo twice.

apply conditioner and leave in.

exfoliate and clean body with soap before shaving.

wash out conditioner and apply bath gel.

finish shower, hair routine (mine is in-depth i have curly hair!), apply body oils.

blowdry, diffuse or air dry hair depending on type.

apply body lotion and perfume.

make tea and drink while doing some journaling (what is my plan for tomorrow, what do i want to achieve etc)

pack bag and organise clothes.

clean teeth, floss and mouthwash.

do gua sha routine and ice face.

do pm skincare routine.

do nail care routine and out hair up for bed.

watch comfort show or read comfort book.

set alarm.

have an early night!

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the day of ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

wake up nice and early.

do some yoga/stretching.

tidy room.

eat a healthy breakfast.

pack or plan lunch.

fill up water bottle.

check bag is fully packed.

check school timetable, make note of rooms etc.

have a quick shower if time (shave, body gel etc).

clean teeth and do am skincare.

get dressed.

journal and plan day.

put on back to school playlist!

head to school.

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thank you for reading angels! hope this was so helpful and have a wonderful back to school season. all my love, m.

[allsassnoclass]

every time someone who i know from 5sos land follows my main blog i have a very strong ???????? reaction

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Jock X F! Bookworm reader pt 2

Graduation

Tw: manipulation, degrading language, possessive behavior, bondage, dubcon, spankings, bribery

A/N: Sorry this took a long time. Finals are coming up next week.

Kofi: Wanna buy me a coffee?

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@azoart

Brad, the jock who took your virginity in a library, has surprisingly been a good boyfriend. He cuddles you every night, gives you all the clothes you can want, and gives you attention every day. Though, you practically live at his house now. Luckily, your parents didn't know a thing since they've been overseas since you started dating him.

"Honey, I can't believe we're graduating tomorrow," He coos, spooning you from behind. "Do you have any plans for afterward?"

He hopes you'll say no. The university should've rejected you, especially with all the money he offered them if they did.

"I am going to start getting ready for college. I got accepted into my dream college! Can you believe it?" You cheer, turning towards him with loving eyes.

"Oh, I sure can," Brad replies, barely hiding the discontent in his voice.

You've been dating him for six months. You knew every little cue and behavior when it came to him. You know when he's upset about something.

"Babe, what's wrong?" You ask, placing your hands on his bare chest.

"It's nothing, sweetie. We should probably get dressed. Graduation is in two hours," Brad replies, getting up from the bed.

As much as he is possessive and obsessive, he could never hurt you. He knew how much you looked forward to going to your dream college. Even though it pains him to let you go to college around all those other drunk, handsy, aggressive frat boys.

"Ok, I call the shower first," You say, getting up and walking into the bathroom.

You turn on the shower and look at your products next to his. You are practically his wife now. In fact, you two even share everything. Although, you would like a bit of personal space from time to time. Luckily, the distance between you and Brad should give you that.

"Babe, mind if I join you?" Brad asks, knocking on the bathroom door.

Of course, he can't stay away from you for long in the morning. He always liked his morning cuddles. Though, most of the time, cuddles turn into something more sexual.

"Come on in, Brad. The water always seems a bit warmer when you're near," You say, opening the shower door.

Brad steps into the shower and goes behind you, arms wrapping your waist. He presses your butt against his crotch and keeps the position. You can feel his dick press against your entrance begging to be let in.

"Brad, can you grab the shower head? I wanna wash my hair for graduation," You tease, bending over to show your pussy more.

Brad's dick jumps excitedly, and you can feel his precum dripping onto your sex.

"S-Sure thing, Y/N!" Brad stutters, taking the shower head down and placing it between your legs.

You stand up as a jolt of pleasure goes through your spine. Brad forces you back down and masturbates as you moan.

"That's right, babe. Let me get you off."

"Brad, I'm close!"

Brad switches the pressure settings, and you go over the edge. You release and practically have to have Brad's arms keep you from falling to the floor. Brad holds both sides of your ass and places his face onto your pussy. He laps up your cum and juices, making you twitch again. You see his dick and wrap your legs around his upper body to keep you in place. He stands up, and that's when you take the opportunity to give him an upside-down blowjob. You wrap your soft lips around his tip and lightly kiss and suck it. Brad's legs buckle a bit, then you decide to play dangerously and put his whole dick in his mouth. Your hands play with his balls, stimulating the boy whose semen you wanted oh so much.

Brad makes you cum again, and you moan, his dick still in your mouth. He cums shortly after, his hot cum shooting into your mouth. You let go of his upper body and dick, letting Brad sink to the tub floor.

"You ok, babe? Was my mouth that good?" You ask, giggling as Brad's eyes begin to become unfocused.

"Yes, yes, it was. That was one of your best blowjobs. I guess playing with my balls made the difference," Brad says, using the shower head to clean you. "We should probably wash ourselves so we don't smell like shower sex at graduation."

"I guess you're right," You say, grabbing a shower gel.

~~~~~

Graduation was an exciting moment. Once you have a diploma, you begin to think about your relationship with Brad.

He's a great guy. He treats me well and knows to pleasure me. But it is very unnerving how Brad gets jealous. My pre-calc teacher still won't look into my eyes anymore. Besides, we're both going to college. Maybe we should break up?

"Y/N? Y/N! You were spacing out on me. I asked if you wanted takeout," Brad says as he unlocks his car.

"Um...takeout's fine. Your choice," You respond, getting inside and taking off your graduation cap.

"What's wrong, honeybun? Feeling hangry?" Brad asks, slipping a hand around your ass.

"It's just that we won't be able to see each other often in college-"

"I know, but we can make this relationship work."

"Brad, we should break up."

Brad slams on the brakes, and you hold onto your seatbelt.

"You want to what?"

Brad's face twisted with anger, his face flushing with blood. You've never seen him like this. He drives the car straight to his house and barely avoids the mailbox.

"Get out," Brad says, parking and unlocking his car.

You shakily unbuckle yourself and step out of the car. Brad grabs your arm and pulls you inside.

"Brad, you're hurting me!" You squeal, trying to remove his hand.

"Shut up, slut!" Brad yells,  throwing you on the couch and locking the front door.

Hearing Brad call you a slut pierced your heart. He completely shattered your feelings.

"You're so stupid sometimes. I thought I made it clear that we'll be together forever. There is no breaking up," Brad growls, walking around the living room. "Looks like I have to show you my feelings again. Take your gown off."

"No. I'm not your little sex doll to use whenever you're horny or frustrated. This relationship isn't good for either of us!" You rebuttal, closing the distance between you and Brad. "I love you, Brad. But I can't take the jealousy around everyone in my life anymore. I need distance. We need distance."

"We need intimacy. We need love. You've been pulling away from me as school started to end. We're both adults. Let's talk or work this through."

Brad wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to his chest.

"I love you, Y/N. Please don't leave me," Brad pleads, hugging you tighter. "You won't slip away from me."

You feel the air slip out of your mouth, and your eyes begin to get tunnel vision. You pass out in Brad's arms.

"I'll love you forever and forever," Brad coos, taking you into his arms.

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When you wake up, you're in front of a table and strapped to a chair. You feel something soft underneath you.

"Brad, where are you?" You groggily ask, lifting your head.

"You're sitting on me, honeybun. I wanted us to be close for dinner. I hope you like the spaghetti and wine!" Brad coos, using his free hand to twirl a fork. "I hope you like the outfit I provided."

You look down and see yourself wearing red lingerie over a see-through robe.

"Now say 'ah'!" Brad commands, putting the fork near your mouth.

You turn your head, but Brad grabs your chin and forces it open. You feel the fork go into your mouth. After nearly choking on the noodles, you cough.

"Brad, I'm sorry. I'm your stupid, attention-seeking, slutty girlfriend! Just please let me go!" You cry, shaking in your restraints.

Brad undoes the restraints, and you fall onto the table when you try to stand up.

"Baby, why would you describe yourself with such vile words?" Brad asks, taking you into his arms.

"That's what I am, right? You said it yourself," You begin to cry as you remember Brad yelling at you.

"Oh baby, what have I done? I didn't mean any of that. I'm the slut. I fucked other girls to get your attention before we started dating. You've done nothing but share the same loyalty I have for you in this relationship," Brad consoles, letting you cry on him. "I promise I'll make this right."

You don't know if it's the lack of oxygen or the dehydration from all the crying, but you ask Brad for the unthinkable.

"Brad, have sex with me," You say, looking at your boyfriend with teary eyes.

"What?"

"Have sex with me. I've always had sex with you because you wanted it. It's time for you to do something for me, for once."

"Y/N, I'd kill for you. You know that, right?"

"I know, and that's part of why I love you and want to break up. You can't focus your entire life around me."

"Honeybun, tonight-no this whole summer, is going to be about you!"

Brad throws you over his shoulder and carries you to his bedroom. He turns on the light and puts you on the covers. You back up until you feel the bedframe. Brad strips till he's naked, and watch Brad crawl towards you like a predator about to pounce on its prey. His eyes are full of love and lust, and there are practically hearts in his eyes.

"You better get ready because I'm going to make all of your body feel loved tonight," Brad flirts, closing the distance and spreading your legs. "Maybe a bit of nostalgic foreplay before the main event?"

Brad's hand goes to your butt and gently rubs it.

"Brad, maybe we should think about this?" You suggest, trying to hold him off as you start to regret what you asked of him.

Brad kisses your neck and cheek.

"Sorry, babe. I'm giving you all of my love tonight," Brad replies, gently turning you onto your stomach. "God, I'm-you're going to enjoy this."

Brad peels off your panties and begins to spank and kiss your ass.

"Brad!" You accidentally moan, putting your face into his cologne-smelling pillow.

"Yes, honey! Feel the pleasure!" Brad moans, spanking your ass harder and faster.

"Ooh, I can't take it anymore!" You whimpered, feeling the pleasure build-up and release.

Brad sticks three fingers in your sex and pulls them out to taste your cum. He sticks his cum covered fingers in his mouth like a hungry animal and practically shivers with pleasure from the taste.

"Brad, I-I think I'm ready," You stammer, nervous about how rough Brad is going to be.

"Don't worry, I won't get rough unless you want me to," Brad reassures, lovingly squeezing your butt.

You flip onto your back and spread your legs for him. Brad positions his hips so it lines up with your vagina. Brad sees how nervous you are and kisses you as a distraction. He manages to put half of his dick inside before you notice.

"Brad!" You squeal, feeling his arms wrap around you. Preparing to begin thrusting.

"It's ok. It's ok. Brad isn't going to hurt you again," Brad coos, kissing down your neck.

You wrap your arms around his upper body and look into his eyes.

"Do it," You say.

Brad kisses you on the lips and puts his whole dick inside you. You both moan from the feeling, and that's when Brad begins to lose himself. Brad's thrusts start to become fast and erratic. However, you feel euphoric and want this moment to last forever.

"Oh fuck, baby! Keep going!" You encourage, moving your hands down to Brad's ass. You spank and grope his ass. "Keep going! Keep going!"

"I'm going to fill you up with my love! All of it!" Brad moans, starting to drool like a dog. "OH SHIT! I'm cumming! Fuck!"

Brad cums in you while thrusting and eventually slows to a stop to orgasm. He cums inside you two more times and crashes on top of your body.

"Brad, that was wonderful," You compliment, stroking Brad's hair.

Brad kisses your boobs and lets one hand playfully rub a nipple.

"I'm glad I made you happy," Brad says, kissing your forehead. "And don't you worry your little head about getting pregnant. I bought multiple packs of the morning-after pill. I remember how worried you were about getting pregnant after your first time in the library."

"Great, hand me one," You say, lovingly looking into Brad's green eyes.

"Sweetie, that's for in the morning. In case you haven't noticed, I haven't pulled out of you yet. I'm not going to let any of my love go to waste, even if it's a wet dream."

"Brad, I love you," You say.

You feel Brad's dick harden inside you after you say the words.

"I love you too, honeybun!" Brad exclaims, excitedly kissing you on the lips.

[hyunholights]

untested waters - Bang Chan x reader

content & tw: smut, fluff, dni if under 18, dubcon, alcohol, unprotected sex, scratching

idols: Bang Chan x afab reader

wordcount: 1.9k

a/n: this turned out a lot sweeter than i thought it would be, Chan is soft and whipped, and it is entirely self-indulgent. any feedback is welcome <3

You tried to muffle your laughs in Chan’s chest as you stumbled through the door, doing your best to take off your boots on unsteady feet without waking up your roommate.

“Shh, try to be quiet or else you’ll wake up Minho,” Chan scolded between giggles, as he gripped your waist trying to keep you upright. “You know that if we wake him up he’ll make sure to clank all the pans at 6 am tomorrow when he makes breakfast,” he pleaded, remembering the way you were brutally woken up last weekend after you made the mistake of slamming a door too hard at 2 am. Or the time before when you left your phone on full volume in the kitchen while you went to the bathroom and Chan called you five times before you picked up cause he was scared something happened to you. It was best not to mess with Minho’s sleep if you valued your own rest.

You weren’t sure if the alcohol was to blame, the too-loud music in the club, or a mix of both, but your ears were buzzing and the hallway spun as you finally managed to put your coat away. Since Chan didn’t drink, you gave yourself permission to enjoy yourself fully tonight, downing one too many drinks with Changbin and Jisung as you took over the dancefloor. You trusted Chan to take good care of you - he always did.

“I should take off my makeup, but I don’t want tooo-,” you whined, snaking your hands around Chan’s neck, making both of you almost stumble on the cold floor as you pulled him closer to your chest. If the alcohol on your breath bothered him, he didn’t show it as he leaned in to look at you.

“Is this my baby’s way of saying she wants to be pampered today?” Chan grinned and pressed a kiss on your forehead, taking in the pleading doe eyes that were staring back at him. He laughed, defeated. “Fuck, how can I ever say no to you, hmm?” He protested, but the glint in his eyes gave away his real thoughts “Wrap those pretty legs around me then,” he instructed and so you did, resting your head on his shoulder as he carried you to the bathroom where he gently placed you on the counter.

Your eyes followed Chan’s movements as he rummaged through your cabinet, finding your cleansing balm, favourite face wash and a couple of other products, a serum and a moisturizer, and then proceeded to diligently remove your makeup and do your skincare for you. 

“I love you so much,” the quiet words left your mouth without you even realizing you spoke, the volume too low though to be heard clearly over the running tap.

“What was that, baby?” Chan turned off the water to look at you, concerned he was doing something wrong, maybe messing up the order of the products, but he was met with your soft smile instead.

“I love you,” you repeated after a moment, feeling your cheeks heat up with the confession. It wasn’t the first time you said those words, not by far, and you know you meant it every time before as well. But there was something about the intimacy of the moment, having Chan do your elaborate skincare routine for you, without you even asking him to, that had you realise just how much you loved the man. Those eight letters didn’t really do justice to the feeling in your chest.

“I love you too, baby,” he ruffled your hair and turned back to the jar of moisturizer that lay on the side of your skin. “Why are you so shy today, hmm? Close your eyes and relax,” he hummed, massaging the product into your skin with careful movements. 

And once he was done, he scooped you off the counter and planted you on your bed. “Can you get dressed by yourself or are you too tired?” You weren’t sure if he was serious or teasing, but you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips at his gentleness “I’ll manage, Channie, go get washed up.” 

You felt yourself sobering up a bit, but the exhaustion of the day was catching up to you. Dressed in your pyjamas, you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, the soothing sound of the shower water serving as the perfect background noise. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed until you felt the bed dip, strong arms encasing you, and the smell of vanilla body wash filling your nostrils. You weren’t fully asleep yet, so you scooted even closer, seeking more of Chan’s warmth. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, baby.” Chan’s words confused you, your sleepy brain struggling to realise what he was sorry for until you felt it, his hardening cock poking your ass as you unconsciously rubbed yourself closer to him.

“-mm, ‘ts okay, Channie,” you mumbled, eyes still closed, but heat starting to spread over your skin as Chan’s fingers trailed the outline of your thigh, serving to rise goosebumps over your exposed skin. 

There was something so decadent and primal in the way arousal felt while your body and brain were numb with the cocktail of alcohol and sleep. You felt your core responding much easier to your boyfriend’s ministration, his light touches making wetness pool at your folds, which only served to make you arch your back even more as you pushed your ass harder against Chan’s crotch. You found it hard to verbalise what you wanted, exhaustion making your tongue feel heavy in your mouth, brain hazy as you reached behind you to touch Chan’s skin, trying to pull down his boxers with clumsy movements.

“No, baby, you’re tired, we can do this tomorrow,” Chan spoke, peppering kisses to your shoulder blades as he tried to pry your hand away from his underwear. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you, who was he kidding? He’d wanted you ever since he saw you sway your hips on the dance floor hours ago, wide smile and eyes glinting with the lights of the club. And now that you were putty in his arms, pliant body responding to his touches as if you were as starved of him as he was of you, he found it increasingly hard to resist. 

But he loved you, and you needed your rest. Plus, seeing how tired and drunk you were, he couldn’t help but feel as if he would be taking advantage of you, wouldn’t he? You trusted him, but you never explicitly talked about having sex while intoxicated, he wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do, even if you gave explicit consent. 

What was unsettling though, was the fact that these thoughts did nothing to calm his raging boner, in fact, they only seemed to make him even harder, painfully so.

“Please, need it,” you managed to let out, the quiet words easily heard in the silence of the night. “Inside me-”

You were going to be the death of Chan, he was sure of it. Setting the tinge of guilt aside for tomorrow morning when he’ll have a lengthy talk with you, he pulled down your shorts, prying your legs open and hiking one of your thighs over his. 

You whined as the wetness of your warm core came in contact with the cold air, Chan’s dick throbbing as he pushed a finger inside you. He might be horny, and you might be wet, and he might be doing things his morals didn’t fully agree with, but if there was one thing he wouldn’t be doing to his baby, it’s fucking her without proper prep. He added a second finger as he felt your walls loosen, pumping them in and out of you as you gripped the sheets and his shirt, unusually quiet, but the pleasure still obvious in your expression and the way your body moved, the way your back grinded against his chest. 

Chan wasn’t sure if he ever felt you as wet for him as you were now, liquid dripping down his hand and onto the sheets and the lust quickly rose to his head, his mind growing hazy, finally quiet as he indulged in his senses. “What a messy baby, so needy for me,” he cooed and you let out a whine. He pulled out his fingers and before you could protest about the empty feeling in your cunt, you felt him push you against the mattress. With half-lidded eyes, you watched him quickly strip the pyjamas he kept at your apartment, only to rush back to you, aligning his cock to your entrance.

The first thrust was always torturously slow with Chan. He took his time, both to savour the feeling of your walls spreading to allow him, but also to give you enough time to adjust to his girth. Seeing the way your face contorted with pleasure as he pushed each inch was an added bonus.

You struggled to wrap your legs around his waist, limbs heavy with exhaustion. You felt like you were floating, like there was a slight disconnect between your body and mind, but for some reason, it only served to heighten the pleasure that coursed through you. You were close to climax already, skin hot and glistening even with Chan’s lazy pace. You wanted more, your fingers digging into his back, fingernails scraping at his skin as he dragged his length inside your core, your nipples hardened against Chan’s chest.

But Chan was in no rush to finish, relishing in the feeling of your cunt gripping his cock, in the way your arms felt heavy on his shoulders and in the soft whimpers that escaped your pretty mouth with his every thrust. Seeing you like this woke up something in him, the desire overwhelming, but he was too tired and too absorbed by how breathtaking you looked under him to think about it right now. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind once more, his lips found yours easily, fingers searching for your nipples, desperate to arouse even more sensation in you.

He felt you cum, nails scratching his back as you struggled to hold onto him, waves of pleasure flooding you relentlessly and your walls squeezing his length, milking his cock. He couldn’t hold on any longer, the pleasure becoming too much to bear. His thrusts became sloppy as his own orgasm hit him, painting your insides white with cum. He allowed himself to bask in the feeling, watching as you struggled to keep your eyes open and he let out a defeated laugh as he pulled out of you “We made such a mess, baby, we can’t sleep in these sheets.”

Despite how exhausted he felt, Chan got up and fished a couple of blankets out of your closet to put on the floor. Bringing a warm towel, he helped clean you up between soft kisses and planted you on the makeshift bed while he changed the sheets. You felt your heart swell with love as you watched him before you drifted off to sleep. Sometimes you couldn’t believe just how lucky you were.

[its-in-the-woods]

Chapter 2 of down the rabbit hole

Chapter one here chap three

MDNI

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating: Not much for this, brief mention of SA, mention of alcohol.

Slow build like novel damn length okay, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

WARNING I do not have this all written out, I do have it plotted out, but it may be a little slower for chapters to come out. Please bear with me. If you know a Beta to edit please send them to me.

*Before we get into things. Thank you 100x for all the love. It means the world to me*

Somehow four weeks have slipped by. As always, TV series runs like a machine on fire while driving through a snowstorm. Long days, and even longer nights. You wonder briefly why you chose a profession that meant you average four to five hours of sleep. But then Walton brings the whole trailer their favorite coffee and you just shrug the thought off. Working with the cast and crew was like being in one big dysfunctional family. One part hated each other, one part was fucking each other, and another part just held on for the ride. You liked to think you were in the last group, but sometimes when you caught Liz glowering at you, you wondered if maybe you were in the first group. 

“Why does she hate me?” You ask Trevor as you try to eat lunch. Fish wasn’t your first choice but it’s what they had had. 

“Who?” Trevor asks, munching on some strawberries, how the man ate as much as he did and remained tiny was amazing. 

“Liz.” You sigh moving your fork around the plate.

“Liz hates everyone, don’t take it personally.” He grabbed a couple more pieces of fruit. 

“Have you seen the way she looks at me? Like, why bring me onboard if she was just gonna avoid me like the plague?”

“She’s jealous of you.”

You turn and raise your eyebrows at him. “What are you talking about?”

Trevor lets out a snort and chomps down on some cheese. “Girl. Don’t play down your talents. You have worked your damn ass off to get here. One of the best makeup artists out there and Liz knows it. Why do you think Mr. Goggins likes you so much?”

You shrug and pick through your food, the fish was not sitting particularly well. “I am not better than anyone else.”

Trevor swats at you playfully, “Shut up. You can wrangle through asshole actors like no one else. You take zero shit from anyone and you get stuff done on time or before they are needed. You’ll be one of the most valued artists in town in no time.” He chuckles and pushes his own plate away. “Just make sure you bring me along with you.”

You grin back at him. Trevor had never jerked you around like most others. He was right, you did a good job and people appreciated your blatant lack of kiss assery. You fiddle with your fork for a moment before deciding that you had enough for the day. 

***

It was Thursday, which meant the week was almost over. The end was in sight and your bed was calling your name. You’d probably sleep the weekend away and indulge in some overpriced Chinese food. Your thoughts about sweet and sour pork are broken when someone announces they are coming in. Liz walks in and looks you up and down. Dear god, that woman has a chip on her shoulder. She went and pulled out a couple of empty totes. 

“It’s going to be you and Trevor tomorrow and the following week.” She says her lips pressed firmly together, as she talks she goes through drawers grabbing different products.  “Walton is here doing some scenes, Laura will also be here but she shouldn’t be on camera. If she is, I've emailed you notes and pictures.”

You nod, not bothering to look at her as you continue to wash your brushes. Liz continued to add to her bin.  “Sounds good.”

“Look, I know we haven’t been exactly- Friendly.” You turn to look at the woman, she is putting the lid on to the tote. Writing info on a sheet of paper on the top. “But, you do a good job. The director has been very happy with everything. “

“Thank you.” You reply, giving her a small smile. “I appreciate that Liz.”

Liz nods back at you and grabs the tote, waddling out the door. It’s probably the closest you’ve come to liking her. You sit there for a moment, taking in the compliment, maybe things are changing for the better. 

***

Friday is here, and you decided to bring some timbits to celebrate the end of the week. The usually bustling studio lot was quiet. Construction and Set Dec had busied themselves with various other needs. It was refreshing to have a little quiet. You had even been able to park your car right beside the trailer. As much as you loved the absolute chaos that was a film set, the calm was a nice balm. You knew that before long you would miss the chaos, and it would be back with vengeance. 

Laying things out you felt like you could breathe. You had put on some gothic country on the stero, something that only you and Trevor really enjoyed. Both of you had moved from rural areas to do your job. It was another reason why you enjoyed his company. Trevor had set himself up on the second workspace, the two of you spreading out a little while the boss was away. 

“Hello. Lady and gentleman,” Walton’s voice shrill as he came up the stairs. The man was a never-ending ball of energy. You were positive you could do a month of night shooting and he still would come in chipper as if it was his first day. 

“Hey Walt,” Trevor said with a grin, it was hard not to be happy around the man.

“Excited for the weekend?” You ask as you drape him with a cape, popping off his sunglasses and grabbing his other glasses off the counter. As he rereads some lines. 

“I sure am. It feels like it’s been an extra long week.” He sighed, rubbing at his hazel eyes before grabbing a timbit. “These things are delicious, I am going to steal the whole box..” 

You slap playfully at his hand.“Hey now! Make sure I get a few” He gives you a crooked smile and holds one up. You don’t hesitate to lean forward and let him feed it to you. He swallows and looks up at you, as the realization dawns on you as to what you just did. 

“Well-Umm- Next week doesn’t look to bad,” Trevor pipes, shooting you a look, his voice squeaking slightly.

“This is true, just the three of us enjoying a few short days,” Walton says, you are desperately trying to move past what just happened as you grab a moisturizer and apply it gently. His eyes follow you.

“I can certainly say I will enjoy not having to drive all over the place.” You reply, trying not to let your cheeks flush. Reminding yourself sternly that you were a professional and for Pete’s sake you’d been working together for over a month now. 

“You have the craziest eyes.” He whispers as the two of you look at each other. There is no way of hiding the fact your cheeks are burning. Trevor graciously comes over and starts to fuss with his hair. 

“Thank you,” You reply, words caught in your throat. Turning to start packing your set bag, anything to hide the fact that you were bright red. You look up to see Trevor raising his eyebrows at you. You look away and finish things up before sending Walton off to set.

“What was that?” Trevor drawled as he slid into the chair, the look on his face made you want to crawl under the counter. 

“What was what?” You try to dismiss things even if your face is on fire. What the hell had just happened?

“He just fed you a damn donut hole and you are blushing all over Goggins?” Trevor pushes fiddling with a comb, and you really want to throw something at him. 

You freeze a bit and look up at him in the mirror. “Don’t do that.” 

“Do what? See the fact that you two have been goggling over each other for the last four weeks. You just ate food out of his fingers. Wait what does he taste good?’

You do throw a powder puff at him. “You. You stop it. I don’t know what the hell I was doing. It just kind of happened.” 

Yes, you had noticed the little things, but really the man was friendly with everyone. He had always been touchy-feely, but maybe there had been more that you had missed, including eating food out of his fingers. You remember him kissing you on the cheek yesterday morning before leaving. But there couldn’t be anything there, there was nothing there you repeated to yourself. 

“Oh give me a break. He brings you coffee and touches, and kisses your cheek every day. The man has been fawning all over you.”

You bite your lip and turn to look at your colleague, ‘He does that with everyone, Trevor. He’s just friendly.”

You’re now madly stuffing stuff into your bag trying to get out of this newly warm trailer. Trevor snorts and puts his things into his bag. You wish he would drop it, but he was never good at leaving things alone. 

“You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart,” He giggles in an imitation Southern drawl. The two of you hop out of the trailer. You aren’t sure whether to smack him or hug him, either way, there is a job to be done. 

***

It was a textbook day, Walton had nailed almost everything. The man could act there was no doubt about that. The character was a belligerent drunk detective trying to solve a cold case. The script was dark, moody, and well horrible. You didn’t shy away from horror, but true crime always made your stomach flipflop. Your stomach also flipped as you watched Walton go from looking like he was gonna bite someone's head off, to all smiles and laughter. 

You, Trevor, and Walton are walking back to the trailer together. It was actually sunny out, a rare moment for the Pacific Northwest. Costumes had been busy with some extras so you decided to start with him and finish with the others. 

“So do you two have any plans for the weekend?” Walton asks, walking in between both of you.

“I think I might have a date on Saturday,” Trevor replied cheerfully. 

“Oooh and who's the lucky fella?” Walton sing-songed.

Trevor looked flush for a moment, “Decon, from props actually.”

Walton chuckles elbowing Trevor “Well that sounds like an excellent Saturday. Man is gonna have some fun.”

Trevor shakes their head and rolls his eyes “He better show or I am going to have to send you both after him”

Walton bares his teeth and growls, which send everyone into a fit of giggles. Decon be aware, there was a madman coming for you. You thought as you get to the trailer opening the door.

“And what about you, little lady,” Walton drawls, that damn southern accent creeping in. 

“Nothing special. Think sleep and Chinese food are calling my name.” You reply as everyone settles in. Really that would be the best way to end the weekend. 

“Oh, Chinese food sounds amazing.” Trevor pipes in, turning on some tunes. 

“Who needs sleep, it's not that important.” Walton chides as you get to work. “I was wondering if you both would like to come to a small bar not far from here. Transport can drive us there and back, a few of us are getting together for some drinks.”

You catch Trevor's gaze, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Oh, I would love that! Little get-together with our mess of a family.”

“What about you?” The lead asks, rubbing your arm. His hands are warm, you’re surprised to feel a few calluses on his fingers. 

“Oh. Yeah sure. That would be good.” You give a small smile, trying not to let your mind wander too far. If you were honest, the prospect of getting together with a bunch of coworkers was low on your want list. But the look on Trevor's face tells you that you aren't allowed to say no. Your stomach clenches as the memory of a wrap party gone wrong rumbles past your mind. You push that down. It had been almost seven years since that happened, these were different people. People you knew and trusted.

“Fantastic, I am excited to have you both there,” Walton exclaims before closing his eyes to let you finish your job. 

Once Walton is released to Costume, you and Trevor busy yourself with cleaning the trailer. Getting extras cleaned up and making sure everything is ready for the early morning come Monday. You can tell Trevor has been watching you but you can't make yourself say anything. Anxiety has pooled in your stomach like a cold stone and you are struggling to shake it.

“What's wrong?” Trevor asks bluntly sitting down in a free chair. You shake your head and keep your hands moving.

“Come on now. I've never seen you get this clammed up over an invitation to a party. To be fair I've actually never seen you go to a party–” Trevor’s words trail off realization washing over his face. “I know you like your peace, and quiet, but what is going on”

You collapse into the other chair with a deep sigh. Trying to find the words, you really didn't want to explain things too much. That said if there was anyone who'd understand it be Trevor.

“When I first got into the industry.” Your mouth feels so dry even at the thought of it. You grab your water bottle taking a swig.“I went to a wrap party. Got drunk and a guy from Sound took advantage of me. So I've never gone to one since.”

Trevor looks shocked, sadness creeping in at the words. “Hon.That is awful.”

“It happened almost a decade ago. It's fine. Just makes me nervous.” You let out a breath. You weren't going for sympathy, despite it being the worst night of your life, all you wanted was understanding.

Trevor comes over and gives you a big hug. You feel tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. As you let yourself sag against him. You were so thankful for this man, that he was understanding and seemed to care about you. 

“Honey, nothing like that is gonna happen to you tonight. We'll go together and enjoy ourselves. And if any man or woman tries to hurt you I will beat them with my handbag” Trevor reassures you with a small smile. You both chuckle at the last statement 

You sniffle a little, grabbing a tissue from the counter to dab at your eyes. “Thank you, Trevor”

He gives you a reassuring nod as you both get ready to go out. You were determined to make it a good night one way or another. 

Chapter three

Maybe.. maybe.. I will post the next chapter tomorrow cause I am too excited not to share it. Likes, comments, and reblogs are so greatly appreciated. Y'all keep this northern person happy.

[minki-moo]

♡‧₊˚ 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙩. 2 ♡‧₊˚

pairing ♡ mingi x f!reader rating ♡ e for explicit tags ♡ office au, boyfriend!mingi, long distance, petnames (mingi calls reader baby, pookie, slut), smut, phone sex, toys, f!masturbation, m!masturbation w/c ♡ 1.9 k pt. 1

a/n ♡ here's part 2! this is loosly based off of that one mingi post (the one with the suit iykyk ;) )

mingi, wearing a gorgeous pant suit, pins you against a wall. staring at you, he says nothing as he leans in closer, kissing you ever so gently. you kiss him back, slowly adding more pressure against mingi’s lips as you feel his hands slowly move towards your chest. a silent moan escapes your lips as he takes your clothed nipples in between his fingers, pinching them ever so slightly. 

the kiss started to get more heated as mingi parts his lips and licks your bottom lip, asking for entry. you comply, letting his tongue explore your mouth in ways that make you weak in the knees. in an attempt to keep yourself upright, you put your left arm around his neck. with your other hand, you reach down in between mingi’s legs, trying to find his growing bulge.

a sudden vibration jolts you out of your sleep. you grab your phone and look at the time. 6:20 am, a few minutes before your alarm is set to go off. deciding to get up early, you roll out of bed and wash up for the day ahead.turning on the shower, you sink down to your knees, pulling your hair in embarrassment as you recollect the mess of a dream you had the night before. making sure the water is as cold as you can handle, you stand under it for a few minutes, trying to calm down the ache in between your legs.

after drying your hair and getting dressed for the long day ahead, you check your texts.

minki <3: gm pookie <3

minki <3: hows my lil ray of sunshine?

minki <3: i miss uuuuuuu

minki <3: pls dont ignore meeeeee </3

minki <3: im sowwy for falling asleep last night

you feel your heart skip a beat when he mentions last night, but you regain your composure quickly as you answer.

you: gm mingi! 

you: im getting ready for work now

you: i miss u too &lt;3

after sending the last message, you pack up your things and head out the door, your head still full of thoughts that can only be described as scandalous.

it’s friday, meaning there's a slight buzz in your workplace. everyone is ready to leave, either to head home and sleep through the weekend, or to party like there is no tomorrow. 

but for you it means something even more special: your first video call with mingi.

when he first left, mingi promised that he would free up his fridays and weekends for video calls, since 5 minute calls every day just wouldn’t cut it for the new couple. so, just until you two could be together again, a video call would have to do. 

time seemed to move so slowly as you worked aimlessly, your foot tapping in anticipation for what was to come.then finally, 5 pm hit, and you could not have left any faster than you did. 

on the way home, you pass a store that has always intrigued you, and after slight hesitation, you walk in, overwhelmed by the products, but sure of what you were looking for.

after a long shower, you put on a long sweater and shorts, wanting to be comfy for your impending call with mingi. he was supposed to call you at 8 pm your time, and it was 7:30, so you had some time to open your latest purchase: a 5” long purple vibrator and some lube

your boyfriend was miles away and at this point, your other methods weren’t cutting it anymore.

you needed more.

after opening the packaging and reading the instructions, you put in the batteries, and lean on the headboard of your bed, shorts now pulled down to your ankles. you start by touching yourself slowly, thinking about all the thoughts that have been plaguing your mind the past few days. you remember the soft moans coming from the phone, the ones that made you so, so needy beyond comprehension. 

slowly building up your arousal, you stop touching yourself to open the bottle of lube and pour some on the vibrator. spreading a good amount over its length, you put the vibrator in between your legs, and turn on its lowest setting. you jolt a little, a small moan escaping your lips as the new sensation rocks your body.

the more time you spend using the device, the more you increase the settings, and the more pleasure you feel. how were you so ignorant to this pleasure before? your moans get louder and more frequent as you feel yourself getting closer to your climax. twisting your body, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure, your body longing for release. you start to crave something more. you needed mingi. you needed him to touch you, to call you pretty, to make you feel good. you needed him to use you, and make him yours. all this fantasising tips you over the edge, as you call out mingi’s name over and over again as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave.

reality sets in as you realise what just happened. cumming to the thought of your boyfriend was not something you expected to do.

and in almost comedic timing, mingi decides to call you.

still experiencing the after shock of the most intense climax you’ve ever had. you scramble to clean yourself up, pulling your shorts back up and wiping up the sweat that had gathered on your face.

taking a deep breath, you answer the phone, feeling your heart tighten as the smiling face of your boyfriend pops up on your screen.

“why did you take so long to answer?’, he exclaims, sounding slightly disappointed but still sporting his signature smile.

he’s sitting in an armchair, his white shirt unbuttoned on top, revealing a tasteful amount of skin. the rolled up sleeves have his veiny arms on full display.

god, your boyfriend is so sexy 

moving your damp hair away from your face, you smile.

“i was just busy. i didn't expect you to call so early”.

mingi squints his eyes. “you were busy? doing what? you look really sweaty and i know you don't work out”.

you give him a look of mock offence. 

“i-i can work out, you know”.

“mmhmm”. he gives you a sceptical look. “of course you can. but seriously, what were you doing?”

“nothing. seriously. it's not important”.

mingi still wasn't buying it. he knows you tell him every little thing, even if it seemed small and insignificant; you loved talking and he loved listening.

“what, is it so embarrassing that you can't tell me”, he asks, smirking a bit.

your face starts to heat up, still thinking about the orgasm you had earlier thinking about him.

“n-no!”

“oh really? then why do you seem so flustered?”.

“i’m not!”.

his coy smile starts to annoy you. god, why does he know you so well?

“aww, come on, it's not like you were, i don't know, touching yourself or anything”.

the silence after his statement is almost deafening.

mingi’s eyes narrow. “you weren't touching yourself, right?”.

even more silence. you don't dare to speak as your embarrassment takes away your ability to defend yourself.

“show me”.

your head shoots up, looking at your phone screen in shock.

“w-what do you mean ‘show you’?”.

mingi leans back, crossing his arms and smirks at you.

“i want to see you make yourself cum”.

those words alone were enough to make you shudder in arousal. this new side to mingi was a welcome yet surprising development. you loved the way he looked at you, as if your neediness amused him.

“well, are you going to show me, baby?”

once again, his words made you shudder as you nod your head slowly.

“i can't hear you. use your words, doll. can you touch yourself for me?”

if you weren't ready to die of embarrassment before, you are now. you manage to take a deep breath and mutter a small “yes”, which seems to satisfy mingi.

“go ahead, baby, i'm watching”.

slowly removing your shorts, you realise you had forgotten to put your panties back on. mingi also seemed to notice this, as he let out a long whistle.

“fuck, that’s so hot.”

you sudder again, not from his words but from the air that hits you in between your legs, the wetness from your earlier “fun” still very much present. mingi’s eyes glistened, and an expression you've never seen on his face came to light.

hunger.

your sweet, gentlemanly, goofy mingi had become someone you had never seen before. some who, if he could at that moment, would take you and make you his in an instant.

the thought of him rushing home, striping you and fucking you sensless makes you even more aroused than you were before.

taking a deep breath, you start touching yourself, slowly caressing yourself the way you were before. your poor clit still throbbing from earlier was extra sensitive, making you whimper.

looking up at your phone, you see mingi staring at you with his hungry gaze, palming his growing bulge. seeing him so turned on by you makes you shudder, as you slowly get closer to release.

“m-mingi, i-”

“are you close baby?”.

you quickly nod, as your fingers move faster on your swollen clit.

“such a good girl. making yourself cum for me. my cute slut”.

another shiver wracks your body at the nickname. you didn't know why such dirty words affected you the way they did, but at that moment you didn't care. all you cared about was cumming for mingi, making him watch what a few words from him could do to you.

“baby? can you do something for me?”, mingi asks as he continues to rub his cock, now free from his pants but still clothed in his underwear 

“nng, y-yes?”.

“can you finger yourself for me?”.

you pause, your mind still foggy from chasing your orgasm. did he just ask you to finger yourself? you, who could barely buy a vibrator?

at this moment, however, you didn't care. you wanted to listen to mingi. you wanted to obey him, to cum for him. so, cautiously pushing one finger inside your needy pussy, you slowly start to move it in and out, feeling nothing at first. 

you hear a groan come from mingi, as he stares at you pleasuring yourself. keeping his eyes on you, he pulled his now fully hard cock out of his underwear. 

oh, he's big.

you watch as he starts slowly stroking his cock, using his thumb to catch the precum that had started gathering. if you could get more aroused, you definitely did. you made mingi like this. you turned him on to the point where he had to relieve himself, in front of you no less.

watching this scene unfold in front of you, you quickly pick up the pace, fucking yourself with your finger while using your other hand to play with your clit. your moans became more laboured as you grew close to your orgasm again.

“m-mingi i-i’m gonna-”.

“cum for me”, he pants, stroking faster as he chases his release. “cum for me princess, please”.

those words were enough to tip you over the edge, cumming all over your fingers as you scream his name. after coming down from your high, you look at mingi, his flushed face and panting making you feel slight horny again. seeing your boyfriend like this made you feel so satisfied.

without thinking, you say in a small voice, “i miss you.”

mingi looks at you and gives you a small smile.

“i miss you too, beautiful”.

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check In - September 27th, 2023 🎀

today was such an easy day for me, I am so glad that I’m taking yesterday thru Thursday for myself. I really need it.

🩷 What I Ate Today -

Breakfast - boiled chicken potstickers, shredded hash browns with ketchup, a cup of coffee

Dinner - spaghetti with meat marinara sauce and Parmesan cheese

Extra - 2 cups of coffee

not a heavy eating day for me as I haven’t had much of an appetite thanks to being sick. Might still snack on something tonight since there’s still time left in the day.

🩷 Personal Accomplishments -

Cleaned my bathroom a little bit

Did the dishes

cleaned the kitchen

Washed a load of laundry

Morning self care

morning guided journal entry

Rescheduled an appointment over the phone (I have severe phone call anxiety)

Reviewed Japanese goals for next month

🩷 Academic Achievements -

Passed chapter 8/9 Quiz for Nutrition class

Passed chapter 6 Quiz for Psychology class

Passed chapter 8 quiz for Cooking class

Duolingo/Busuu ~15 minutes

today was a pretty productive day despite the amount of time I’ve spent in my bed, I’m actually pretty proud of myself for doing so much despite this stupid cold I have.

🩷 Academic Goals for Tomorrow, Sept 28 -

Complete extended assignment for Psyc class

Complete lab report for anatomy lab

Complete assignment for personal finance class

Complete lifecycle chart assignment for nutrition class

Complete practical assignment for health and sport class

🩷 Personal Goals for Tomorrow, Sept 28 -

Work on drafts of content for RD Mentor #1’s instagram and send them to her

Clean bedroom/organize bedroom

Put away all clean laundry

Morning + Night guided journal

Morning + Night skincare

Therapy ? (Therapist might be doing a routine training so I’m not sure)

Study Japanese using apps (Anki, Duolingo, Busuu, Renshuu, etc) 15-30 minutes

Drink 1-2 liters of water

I’m going to definitely try to accomplish everything I have planned for tomorrow, I think it’ll make me feel better to get so much done. Most of my homework isn’t actually due until Sunday evening or Monday evening but I figure getting it done earlier will be better for when I get off work this weekend. I’m hoping to catch up and work ahead on stuff a little bit so that way I’m not struggling next weekend. I’m actually going to go see my boyfriend next weekend for about three full days, which I’m excited for because I haven’t seen him in person in three months. (Thank you 1000+ miles of distance haha)

that’s all for now!

til next time lovelies 🩷🤍

[ohyespotatous]

(Daily Journal 🌼)

Tue, May 21, 2024

"Leave Your Room!" Challenge - Day 2: The same coffee table (and past midnight study sesh again *sigh)

🤍- I couldn't sleep last night, so I continued doing some statistics again. I'm starting to love it! I'm addicted to Statistics now (maybe until I don't anymore, lol). And it was raining all day, so I couldn't go to the library (I ended up having a pretty long nap). That's why you see the laptop on a lil table in a dark, dimly lit room pic again (it's not the same as yesterday, I promise). Oh, and I just tamed my first Mount on Habitica today! It's a white tiger! (I love white!!)

What I did today:

Practiced Statistics

Studied 4 chapters (different subjects)

Updated June's content brief for the Growth Mindset campaign

I learned that:

Setting a time window to do an activity (e.g., work/study) rather than scheduling specific tasks works better for me. I like it more when I can think intuitively about what I should do in this session based on my mood or how fresh my mind is. Surprisingly, I did more when I did it like that than when I planned what I should do in detail.

I still don't know when I'm most productive, so I think I need to map my energy. Someone suggested doing hourly journaling. 

Setting down expectations makes me less stressed and more productive.

< TOMORROW >

Morning Routine

• Alarm off -> sit up -> drink water -> wash face • Make the bed • Stretching 10 mins

Focus goals

• Study 4 ch. • Have a clear goal for my other projects for the next two weeks.

Focus tasks 🌼

✅ To the library ✅ Study (8 AM - 12 PM) ✅ Work (2 PM - 5 PM) • Assess progress; figure out the next step • Intuitively choose something to work on on the spot.

ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

[trash-king18]

m pt. 17

no warnings just reader with her sister

————

“you’re late” crystal says as she opens the door

“only by two minutes”

“two minutes that i will be later to work”

“lo se lo se lo siento”

i know i know i’m sorry

she shuts the door

“i thought you and miguel were on the outs”

“we are, what are you talking about”

“wet hair that was clearly washed with men’s products”

“hey!”

“-glowing skin” she sniffs “day old clothes. my guess? you were at his place not even ten minutes ago”

you turn around and roll your eyes at her but when you do your hair that you had positioned to cover your neck falls off your shoulder

she gasps “and y/n Pardo are those hickies?!”

“what?! no” you hastily pull your hair back into place

“oh. my. god.”

“it’s not a big deal”

“mana are you kidding. hickeys are how men claim their territory. they can’t pee on you so they mark your neck for every other person to see that you’re taken even when they’re not around. he’s essentially saying “hands off! she mine”

mine. the thought sends shivers through you

“i thought you were gonna be late to work”

“mm you’re lucky, but we ~will~ talk about this later.”

“Niños, ven a despedirte de tu mamá”

boys come say goodbye to your mama”

Diego and Matias run in and tackle her with hugs and then immediately run over to you next

“se bueno hijos”

be good boys

“tu tambien hermana. hey do yourself a favor borrow something from my closet and uh concealers in the bathroom” she winks

you too sis

she heads out leaving you to a whole day with your favorite boys in the world.

you help Matias with his worksheets for school while Diego showed you all the toys he had gotten for his birthday.. again.

Then you make lunch and decide take them to brighton beach for the afternoon. the water will be too cold to go in but it’ll be a good chance for them to blow off steam and get outside.

the day passes quickly, but you still find your mind wandering back to miguel every so often.

why was he being so… good. even though he was a super hero compared to every other spider man sometimes he didn’t seem like one. superheroes didn’t brood or throw things. and yet he had comforted you through a panic attack, cooked food for you, helped you in… a few other ways.

he had done a fair share of asshole things and you had no intention of mothering him into shape. still he was trying.. and you weren’t perfect either.

you weren’t necessarily thinking about a relationship but… it was starting to feel like you were in one.

before you could spiral any farther down that rabbit hole diego came running up with a shell he’d found.

“woah chico eso es genial”

that’s cool

“puedo quedármelo?”

can i keep it

“por supuesto, podemos enseñárselo a tu mamá”

of course we can show it to your mama”

“Matias, vamos, hora de irse”

come on, it’s time to go

after a lot of begging to stay and a little bit of bribery you were back in the taxi on the way home.

it was dark out and the boys were in bed, Matias was reading to Diego to help him practice. his teachers had apparently noted that he was a little behind but since he’d started doing story time every night he had definitely improved.

Crystal walked in the door looking absolutely exhausted. she came in and kisses your forehead

“i am so glad i never have to worry about you swallowing balloons full of hallucinogenics ”

“what” you laugh

she waves you off and goes to say goodnight to the boys. she comes back out in pajamas and flops down on the couch next to you

“wine?”

“tequila”

“ay ya veo, one of those cases huh?”

she snorts “si”

you pour some tequila and guava juice over ice and hand it to her. she takes a greatful sip and sinks into the cushions.

“wanna talk about it”

“god no. i don’t want to think about work tonight, tomorrow, or at work for that matter”

“fair”

“you know what i do want to talk about”

“the super cool seashell we found at the beach today” you ask hopefully

“yeahhh that and your super fine super hero friend”

“there’s nothing to talk about crystal”

“mm see if you were just fucking that would be true but you’re fucking and fighting and then fucking again”

“so?”

“soooo there’s feelings there. and you are not good at those”

“hey give me some credit here i’ve gotten better about it”

“mm fine maybe a little bit. seriously though y/n you need to talk about it, i know you enough to know you’re probably overthinking about it right now”

“no i- i mean.. maybe a little”

“cmon, spill it, gimme all the juicy details”

“we’re not teenagers im not gonna gossip about boys with you”

“uh yes you are because i’m your older sister and i’m basically the boss of you so talk”

and you do. the tequila makes it easier. you fill her in on every single thing, leaving out only a few select explicit details. when you finally stop talking she stares at you with her mouth hanging open.

“why are you looking at me like that”

“i’m not looking at you any way”

“yes, yes you are. i know that face, you have something to say”

“no no im fine im good”

“i gave you every detail you don’t get to hold out on me now”

“i just.. want you to be careful mana. i know you can take care of yourself but this sounds complicated.. not just physically, emotionally. don’t get caught up in the good moments if they don’t outweigh the bad.”

you look down at your drink

“i know. i’m trying”

“what is it tia may always says? for every bad day, a good man-“

“-makes a hundred good ones. yeah. shes such a bad ass.”

“yeah she is, she never let tío ben get away with anything”

“no she did not. I can still hear her “Benicio! no te alejes de mi”

don’t walk away from me

“Benicio! necesito un bolso nuevo”

i need a new bag

your laughter eventually dies down and you’re quiet for a while.

“i went to see him”

you don’t have to explain. she knows exactly what you mean

“oh you did?” something about the way she says it sounds weird but you dismiss it

“marcus suggested it actually, figured it was time”

“i miss him”

“me too”

she rests her head on your shoulder and you two sit like that until she dozes off. you gingerly take the glass from her hand and set it on the coffee table. it’s almost 1.

you support her head as you lay her down and cover her with a blanket. you check your phone and notice there’s multiple texts from jess and the kids asking about what happened last night. you scroll through them but you stop when you notice a text that had come through two hours ago.

it was from miguel. he never texted, hated using a phone, he just had lyla call you or showed up evidently.

will you be home tonight?

you knew he meant home as in your other universe, but if you were any other two people it could just as easily be a partner asking if you’re coming home, to our shared space. the thought weirded you out.

you weren’t sure wether or not to text back, you

knew he was probably awake working since you weren’t there.

you were so sleepy, you could’ve easily crawled into crystals bed and passed out but you didn’t want to spend another night away from home. you sneak into the boys room and plant a gentle kiss on both foreheads and then climb onto the roof because the living room is too cramped for opening portals.

you step in and step out into your kitchen. you tug your clothes off as you walk to your bed and drop your bag on the floor next to you. you don’t even have the energy to grab pajamas for yourself so you reach for the closest thing which happens to be miguel’s shirt that you’d stuffed in with your jacket on accident before leaving.

you’re asleep before your head even hits the pillow.

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[cherrys-writings]

Sleepless Nights

Word Count: 1709

Warnings: Nightmares, panic, light angst

When Grayson’s unspecified “later” arrives, it’s dark outside and I’m hunched over a notebook at my desk. The door shutting and heavy footsteps almost drown out the familiar words, “....never know who could show up in the middle of the night.”

The greeting is routine, but the concern never fails to make me smile, “and miss out on such a pleasant surprise,” I say still scribbling on the page.

The feeling in the room shifts and I know he’s standing in the doorway, but I don’t turn around. Is he taking in the sight of me in a haphazard state? Does he think of the same things I do? Weight on the back of the chair pulls me out of daydreaming and Grayson kisses my head. 

“Everything is in order. I’ll be able to go back to the Foundation tomorrow and things can go back to normal soon,” although his voice is filled with exhaustion, the thought of his lips so close to my ear sends electricity down my spine.

Olive has really gotten into my head.

Grayson leans forward and I snap the notebook shut, realising what he’s trying to do. “If you want to read this, you’ll have to wait like everyone else,” I scold.

“Oh really?”

Grayson pulls the chair away from the desk and turns me to face him. One hand on an arm rest, the other behind my shoulder causing the chair to tilt back slightly. He leans closer, my pounding heart must be causing the chair to shake. I try taking deep breaths to calm myself or at least act like I am. 

“My flower, there must be some way I can persuade you,” Grayson whispers in mock seduction.

“Olive did say something about grief and certain…..desires,” I stand trailing my hand up his arm, stopping only when I reach his chin. I can feel his heart racing when I force him to meet my gaze.   “And it’s goddess to you." 

A wicked smile appears when I hear him gasp. “Clearly Olive needs to get her priorities straight,” he scoffs desperately trying to cover it with disgust. 

I grab the notebook and leave barely containing my laughter. 

Grayson is knocking on my bedroom door shortly after I’ve finished getting ready for bed. 

"Do you need a night light?”

He hasn’t come past the doorway. Fiddling with the hem of his sleep shirt, “Actually I’m wondering if–” he sighs, “If you don’t want to—. I could make a wall of pillows if you want. I just don’t want to be alone and—”

“You can stay with me.”

Relief washes over him and he doesn’t hesitate to climb under the covers. 

**********************************************************************

Grayson huffs and turns over for what I think is the hundredth time. His aggressive smacking of pillows tells me I might not sleep until his mind slows.

“Grayson. You awake,” I ask. 

“I was almost asleep.” Liar

I slip out of bed and head for the kitchen. If I’m gonna be up, I might as well be productive. Coffee steadily drips into the pot as I read a recipe for blueberry scones. Aside from the gurgling of the coffee maker it’s silent when Grayson enters. He makes two mugs of coffee then sits at the counter. Willa paws at his legs, crying for attention, he obliges letting her curl up on his lap. 

“I know it’s not swimming, but you could make meringue drop cookies,” sipping from the “I love cheese” mug Nash gifted me years ago, “or you could occupy your mind by finally reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, or letting me teach you embroidery.” 

Grayson’s lack of response is suffocating as he continues petting Willa and sipping his coffee. “Or you can keep being the brooding love interest of a fantasy novel, I guess.”

That earns me an eyeroll followed by a grin. Grayson walks to the fridge, grabbing some eggs. I start putting the batter on a baking sheet and into the oven

“Brooding love interest, really?” Grayson asks, adding ingredients into a bowl before whisking aggressively. 

“Should I have said brooding, insomniac love interest instead?”

It’s these moments I crave; when he doesn’t wear the cold mask that he shows the world. My Grayson. My kind, messy, sleep deprived, sunshine. He’s still whisking when I walk behind him, reaching up to knead the muscles of his bare shoulders. I don’t know what possesses me when I press slow kisses along his spine. Standing on my toes ever so slightly to reach the curve of his neck. Grayson lets out a contented sigh, leaning against me. This is how we’re supposed to be. 

When Grayson turns to face me, I freeze, panic rendering me incapable of reading his expression. “I’m sorry, Grayson. I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what–” A meringue covered finger touches my lips. A hand settling at the small of my back. 

He pushes my hair back, staring as I lick the sweet fluff. “What if,”Grayson says, kissing my forehead, “I don’t want you to be sorry?”Little kisses inching devastatingly slowly, to the corner of my mouth, “goddess.”

Playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, he pulls ever closer. Forehead resting against mine, forced slow breaths fan across my cheeks. My hand slides to his chest, drawing slow shapes on his skin. Grayson digs his fingers into my hips, “please,” he rasps. 

It’s so quiet, I’m not sure he actually said anything. Grayson traces my lips with this thumb, “please my flower.”

Raising on my toes, I meet him in the softest, most tentative touch. Grayson doesn’t hesitate, slow gentle lips erase all doubt. He pulls me flush against him. Shuffling towards the counter behind me, his hands slid down, grabbing my ass. A small groan escapes me. I nibble at his lower lip and tug his blond hair. He sets me on the counter, hands sliding up my shirt.

“My flower, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” he murmurs against my mouth, “my beautiful flower.”

My hands explore his torso, tracing the outlines of muscle. “Believe me, Gray,” I breathe, resting my head against his, “I think I do.”

My fingers dig into his shoulder, his tongue explores my mouth. It’s a conversation we never had. Every needy touch is a confession; I savor the warm sigh he lets out when I kiss under his jaw. Grayson’s fingers draw circles on the soft skin of my thigh. I whimper against his neck at the desire settling in my core, desperately trying to pull him closer to where I need him. 

He brushes the fabric of my sleep shorts, “can I?”

“Please,” I pant, crashing into another desperate kiss, lifting my hips as he tugs them off.

A piercing shrill of the long forgotten timer halts our actions. Staring at each other for a moment, breathing heavily, before Grayson steps back to let me off the counter. The steady scrape of whisk against the bowl resumes as I retrieve the scones from the oven. He wastes no time replacing the scones with his own baking sheet. 

 “I’ll clean up down here, sunshine. How about you go back to bed,” giving him a gentle shove out of the room. 

Grayson is staring at the ceiling, so lost in thought he doesn’t hear me enter. Lifting the blankets, I set my knees on either side of him and lean down for one last, sleepy kiss before laying my head on his chest. Gray yawns and pulls me tightly against him. His own hands slipping under my shirt, drawing patterns on my lower back. 

*********************************************************************

We’re inseparable in the days leading up to the funeral. Working on assignments in Grayson’s office at the Foundation and lazy mornings filled with slow kisses marked the subtle, yet essential change in our dynamic. 

It happens the night before the funeral. I’m startled awake by Grayson yelling, “ANYONE! PLEASE I NEED HELP!”

Scrambling in the dark for the bedside stand, the dim light does nothing to pull him from the dream. Grayson’s chest rises and falls rapidly as he jerks in his sleep, fist pounding against the mattress. His pleading devolves into loud sobbing and I try to wake him. Gently shaking his shoulder and calling his name, but he only wrenches himself away. 

“PLEASE EMILY WAKE UP! EMILY,” Grayson screams, stuck reliving the worst night of his life. After an eternity of trying to wake him, he finally bolts upright. Wild eyes scan the room, desperately searching for her. Hands on either side of his face I wipe away the tears streaming down his face, soothingly running my thumbs along his cheek bones. 

“It’s okay honey. It’s okay,” I whisper.

Grayson stares at the bed, sniffling, “No it’s not. It’s my fault. Everything is my fault.”

“No little prince,” I breathe, wrapping my arms tightly around him and kissing the top of his head, “I thought you said these stopped.”

“They didn't; I just stopped calling you. Figured it was starting to bother you,” voice breaking with fresh tears. 

The confession is a knife in the gut. I try to blink away my own tears. Grayson. My Grayson forced himself to deal with these alone because he wanted to be perfect. He wanted to show everyone he could handle anything. Wanted to live up to his grandfather’s expectations. 

“Sunshine, you’ll never be a bother,” I say, guiding him to look up at me, “I’ve got you. Everything is gonna be okay.”

Grayson nods, chin trembling and presses his face against my shoulder, trying to slow his breaths. I rub his back, softly singing 

“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do

I’m half crazy. All for the love of you…”

Grayson quietly joins, whispering the words to the one verse we know. Eventually, it helps him calm down and he reaches to turn out the light. Laying on my side, I wrap my arm around him pulling his back against me. Grayson sets his hand atop mine, lacing our fingers. As exhaustion quickly pulls Grayson into a deep sleep, I can’t help but wonder what I did to make him think he was being a bother. 

[pbandjesse]

I am just finishing up at the museum. And I'm really tired. But thankfully not in the same way that I have been the last couple days. Honestly I didn't feel amazing this morning but I got better throughout the day and just doing all right by the time I had to be at the museum this evening.

I slept okay last night. I had some very distressing dreams. And I woke up not in the best head space because of it but I didn't feel as weak and nauseous so I was emotionally in a better place.

I got washed and dressed and James made me the hash brown from yesterday but with an egg this time. And I ate downstairs before we got ready to go. I made sure I had my knitting with me and we said goodbye.

No one was there yet. Not shocked. I spent a little while just looking at emails and thinking about stuff. And figured out a few things I can accomplish tomorrow. And I would start working on my knitting and watched a video and waited for everybody else to come in.

We had a meeting at 10:00. Well it was scheduled to 10:00. And people slowly started coming in around and I was very proud of us because while we did not start attend we did only start 10 minutes late. Which for camp is amazing. And I brought my knitting so that I could focus and not look at my phone touring the entire meeting. And I think I can for a meeting that lasted 3 hours.

And I felt like it was a really productive meeting too I think one of the problems. Is that me and Sarah are not in Friends of putok so we don't go to the meetings and we don't know what has been tried and what hasn't and the problems that they're running into. So we spent a good amount of time explaining or at least having notes read to us on what they are trying to do in the future and some of the changes and improvements and things like that. And some of my suggestions were taken positively and some of them were like well there's this this and this reason we can't do it. And I felt like that was perfectly fair. And I thought that it was really good the steps that they are trying to take. But this organization is going to have the same problem that every organization has with getting young people to join. what is the benefit to them. I don't think it's appropriate for people to volunteer at a place they work at so I don't think we really should be looking to people that are staff members. There are lots of organizations that are great but it is very hard for people to justify putting the time in when they're struggling to make end meet.

But I got four squares of knitting done and I felt like it was a good conversation and I was not feeling amazing so I had to put my head down on the table a few times but we sat outside and the weather was really nice and I thought it was a good time.

I had already told them I needed to leave at 1:00 and we were wrapping up around then so I didn't rush to leave but once I felt like we were in a natural stopping place I gathered my stuff and I headed out. And honestly I timed this very well. I would stop at Hunt valley and get you poly to have half for lunch and then save the other half for dinner. And I got a salad which I didn't love the arugula textures but it's fine. I still enjoyed it.

I had that in the parking lot and then I went home and honestly got home at the perfect time because I was so tired. I would wash my face and get changed and lay down and slept until 4:30. I struggled to fall asleep at first because I kept thinking that I heard something downstairs but if it just the construction came across the street. And I would sleep pretty good honestly. I like to sleep across the bed when I take a nap and on top of all the blankets. But it was a good rest and when I woke up at 4:30 it took me a minute to gather myself but I felt okay. Better than I had felt this morning.

I still have plenty of time before I had to leave for the museum so I would take some of my zofran and had the rest of my Chipotle and laid on the couch and waited for James to come home. And when they did I was very happy to see them.

But sometimes they just get this nervous energy about them and it's just stresses me out. Stop hurrying around the room acting so distressed over very small things. Just handle what you got to handle and stop making me upset. But they calm down and everything was fine. And then I got a notification that I had new test results in and we got to find out that our little baby is going to be all. It's like 97% chance I guess but a little girl! That's so exciting. Feel very very real.

Sammy and James got to be a little excited about that and then I was giving them a hug and it was time for me to go.

I was looking forward to this event tonight. Hospitality industry professionals and just a whole lot of people and not a wedding but an event but not like a true corporate event. Like yeah it's corporate but like a little more fun. And like 500 people were coming so it was going to be a really busy night and all the galleries are open and I just was very excited. So I get there and I jumped in right away to helping Merrill with the TVs because I just learned how to put things on them so I was able to help with that and then I would go and set up my Chase for printing for the evening. I checked in with one of the event organizers and she was really jazzed about it but also like had no notes so I just got to make what I want to and everyone thought it looked great.

people start coming in about 7:15 and every single person I talk to was so great and they all loved me which was awesome. And I was feeding off that energy so I was having a great time and I haven't given a tour in months so I was a little nervous about it but people said I was super animated and had so many good facts and I was just loving printing and talking and it was just really a lovely evening. And I had more people come in than I have in a while for any gallery so it was very nice for me.

And we were in there for a really long time. Like two solid hours. I did take a 5-minute break to go eat some of the caterers focaccia bread because it's my favorite thing that they make. And I had some fruit and cheese. And then later on when they brought desserts out I would also have little tiny fried donuts with cream cheese frosting. Everything was excellent. Like zephyr is one of our best caterers but specifically tonight the food was very good.

By the end of the second hour we were just having too much fun and started making custom ones for people. I was making people's names and I made 10 prints for a company that was there this evening as part of the event and we were just having too much fun and people were making videos of me printing and I make a very funny face when I am pulling a print that I already knew I make but it is funny to see on somebody's Instagram. And I had a couple people follow me on Instagram. And it was just so fun. And then around 9:30 we started shutting down. The party's only going till 10:00 and so I turned off the lights and locked door and got one more little snack and then it was time to go.

And now I am home. A little nauseous but probably I'm just dehydrated. I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep. I got inside and gave James and sweetp hugs. Sweetp is trying to bite my feet which is very rude.

But now is time to get clean and get rest. I love you all. Sleep well. Until tomorrow!!

[girlsbeingtheirbestself]

get out of a rot 🧖‍♀️🎀🎧📖🌺

hey guys!

so recently i have just been not doing great. I spend hours scrolling, I havent been washing my hair enough or my face i have a messy room and ive not been eating great or doing enough exercise i just feel…. ugh. the people that get it, get it. idk how many people can see this but if you’re feeling the same… we are gonna get out of this together! lmk in the comments pls! 

ok so i don’t want to loose a load of readers by saying this but just hear me out and ill explain why in a second! i have deleted insta tiktok and snap. I KNOW. its just the main cause of my rot and im gonna reinstall snap i think because i need it to text my friends but i deleted so i can GET RID OF THIS FLIPPING ACCICTION! its bad. i go on my phone and ipad (i know) wayyyy to much. that has been my first step. ive had it deleted a couple days and im gonna try keep it as long as poss. i feel much less stressful too because im not waiting for replies 24/7! its quite good actually. 

now tomorrow if you can here is what you are gonna do:

tonight, go to bed at 9.00 or 10.00 earliest you can. (if its later than 7.00 do this tomorrow so you aren’t going to bed late!) put screens away before bed and have a hot shower (or cold however you like) and RINSE AWAY THE ROT! then get in comfy pjs. read until you are tired. listen to a sleep story and fall asleep

ok…here is the plan for the day.

wake up at 6 or 6.30 or 7 am whichever works best for you. don’t groan and pull the covers over your head. get up and put on sports shorts and a baggy tshirt. go for a short fast run and come back tired and sweaty. stretch for a few mins and do an ab workout (lmk if you want the best one i know!) pour yourself a glass of ice water and gulp it down. get in the shower and wash, shave if you like to. wash your hair use your fav products and then get out and put lotion all over. get into comfy but presentable cute clothes and tidy your room - start with your bed and tidy the best you can. you shouldn’t have touched your phone yet. just pretend you are still asleep. go to the kitchen and cook your fav breakfast. avo on toast? pancakes with maple syrup? whatever you want babes. ok now clear up and if you have any get some simple homework done. i know big tasks seem scary but it will feel easier. write 3 achievable goals for the day in a notebook along with your thoughts. just write whatever. this will be your lifeline for your unrotten life. DRINK WATER! im shit at this but it cleans you inside and out! then, after what you need to do with your day (if you have nothing to do, connect with freinds family or pets or if you can’t then clean anthing or draw or style your hair or comment on this or start your own blog) take a short walk and cook a nutritious lunch with veg and fruit for dessert. then workout again just a bit to get you sweaty and tired! eat a yum dinner and have a quick shower again. then brush your teeth and tongue and use mouthwash and floss then wash your face. get in your cutest pjs and watch a little tv before bed but do this mindfully, know how long and how much you will watch. then get into your cozy bed and snuggle with your teddies. have a hot tea/milk and a hot water bottle. write how you feel in your journal (just a little scribble, no need for neatness) and read until your tired. fall asleep AND DONT TOUCH YOUR PHONE its you enemy! 

right its 11.30pm now. i should go to bed. night! ill be back with more tips and another routine tomorrow 

see you then xoxo

[themoonlikedmyposts]

I want to try REALLY REALLY REALLY hard to be productive tomorrow. I want to wake up at about 9:30 and take a shower and BRUSH MY TEETH!!! I want to start brushing my teeth and get into the habit of it. AND I have an END goal too so I can TRICK myself. I want to brush my teeth twice a day every single day from now until my birthday, so that when me and my fiancé kiss it won't be icky and stuff. I want to tRY really really hard to take a shower every OTHER DAY (shower on tuesday = shower on thursday) and I want to fix my schedule. I want to figure out some work outs for my legs/thighs/hips for stronger legs and stuff because I get pretty tired just walking around!! After my shower today I want to wash my blankets and pillow case, lay on the bed and stretch a bit, and then I can work on writing + talking with my fiancé.

I am not going to eat at all tomorrow, I've eaten too much recently. My mother hid the scale but I know I had lost five pounds.

[mythoughtsbysms]

Surprise - Part 2

February 1, 2023

Morning

You’ve woken up from the cold breeze coming into your room through the window that has been coming in throughout the night. It’s 6:00 am and you decided to stay in bed for another hour. You had a hard time falling asleep the night before because you were excited about your date with Matt. You set an alarm for an hour and went back to sleep until 7:00 am. You stopped your alarm, got out of bed, and went straight to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, you were thinking about what you wanted to eat while you were making your iced latte. You decided on a toast with butter to hold you over since you and Matt are going out for breakfast at around 9:00 am. You had a lot on your mind - you were nervous, happy, and excited. You wanted to know what the surprise was however, Matt wouldn’t tell you anything about it. He keeps telling you to “wait and I’ll tell you” bs. You wanted to know now. You got yourself ready for the day and work on creating your products for your online shop for an hour to an hour and a half. You’re wearing flare jeans, a white tank, a shirt black shirt jacket, a black beanie, and black booties. You’re comfortable and cozy but more important you felt great in it. You grab your purse and keys. You asked Matt where you are meeting up and you were on your way to meet up with him.

9:00 AM

You went inside the cafe and you saw Matt sitting at a table. You went up to him and said hey.

Matt: *waves*

Y/N: *waves back while walking towards him* hey Matt, how are you? *hugs Matt*

Matt: *hugs Y/N* I’m doing great! How are you? *let’s go and looks at you*

Y/N: I’m great! Ready to go order? I’m ready for my surprise.

Matt: *laughs* Yeah, I know, let’s order first and then I’ll tell you your surprise.

Y/N: *sighs* Okay… let’s go order.

Y/N: Hello! I would like a 12oz americano with a little half-and-half and I would like an egg and cheese breakfast sandwich with sausage and some fruit on the side.

Matt: I would like a 16oz black coffee with an egg and ham sandwich with fruit on the side.

Barista: Awesome! We’ll have that ready to go for you. Go ahead and take a seat and we’ll call your name when your order is ready.

You and Matt went back to your table and waited for your food and coffee.

Y/N: I’m ready for my surprise Matt.

Matt: Okay okay. *hold your hand*

Y/N: *thinking - “oh shit - he’s holding my hand…”*

Matt: I know we have known each other for a couple months but it has felt more than a couple. I want to take our relationship to the next level and ask if you wanted to be my girlfriend.

Y/N: Yes… I want to be your girlfriend! *smiles*

Matt: *smiles* That’s amazing!

Your food and drinks are ready to be picked up. You and Matt walked over and grabbed your coffee and food and went back to your table to eat. The rest of the time was awkward because there was new energy and both of you needed time to digest that you are now in a relationship.

Evening

The rest of the night was a blur due to all the excitement. All you could think about is that you are Matt’s girlfriend. You were tired and thought it was best to call Alyssa tomorrow to tell her the news since you said you would tell her. You put on your pajamas, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and went straight into bed. You are so happy and as you were about to fall asleep, a notification pops up;

Matt: Goodnight Y/N. I love you. ❤️

Y/N: Goodnight Matt. I love you too. ❤️

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in September 11th and 12th, 2023 🎀

Did not have the time to make one yesterday as I didn't get home til almost 11 pm and was so tired that i immediately passed out. I had a really good day today(Tuesday), tho! I ordered a bunch of stationery off of Stationery Pal and Kawaii pen shop, and ahhhh, I love all of it, and they BOTH came in less than a week after I placed my order. The quality of everything is *chefs kiss* and I am so excited to start using all this stuff in my university academics as well as my self study goals! I might even switch back to paper notes because of all the stuff I bought, who knows.

Will not include What I Ate as I honestly don't remember, I am very tired at the moment(Tuesday night), having run most of today with 3 hours of sleep. This check in is going to be a bit more on the self care self compassion side as I had a rough two days honestly.

🩷 Personal Achievements -

Washed my hair

Made it to both classes on time

Organized my new stationery in my desk

Cooked steak *actually* good in my food fundamentals class

🩷 Academic Achievements -

Completed a PSYC writing assignment

Completed NUTR assignment

Completed pre lab quiz for my Anatomy Lab

Completed Osmosis lab report

Earned my Human Subjects Research Training certificate for my PSYC class

(I’m certified to use human subjects in research studies at my university for the next 3 years now, how cool!?)

Should I make a post about the stationery I got? Like a haul/review post? Let me know what you think! It’s all pretty aesthetic so I would love to share my opinions on the quality of the stuff I bought….and I bought a lot of stuff without realizing it!

🩷 As of today, Wednesday September 13th, here’s a little academic todo list for today:

Weekly Writing for my Food Fundamentals class

Take my Exam 1 for my NUTR class

Read Chapter 11 for my Personal Finance class + take notes on IPad

Complete my Nutrition Log for my Fitness for Health and Sport class

Study Japanese for 20+ minutes

🩷 And here’s a little personal to do list for today:

Change current fitted bed sheet to new one I just bought and washed, throw away old one

Take my bedroom trash out, throw out package box

Clean bathroom completely

Sweep bedroom

Organize desk more efficiently

Wash my current dirty laundry

Put away previous clean laundry

Change clear shower liner to my new one

Throw out old carpets and replace with new ones

Follow my skincare routine (my face is begging to be taken care of again)

Possibly hang up my string lights with clips behind my desk and attach BTS photos to clips 💜

Budget for paycheck tomorrow

This check in was definitely a little different than the others, especially cause I started it last night but had to save it as a draft cause I nearly fell asleep while typing it up. I will definitely post an update tonight to see how much of my to do lists I accomplished! Looking forward to having today to myself, as I didn’t go to class due to the extreme rain we’re having (I walk to my campus as I do not drive…at all) and I’m completely home alone today! Let the productivity begin!

Til next time, lovelies 🩷🤍