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spinster-sisters · 3 years

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Expectations. psh

tw: Mafia au. Mafia! Seonghwa. Mafia! Reader. mentions death and other mafia-related shit. Virgin reader. Oral fem receiving. pet names cuz writing "y/n" makes me feel weird.

wc:6k

funfact: I started writing this at 11:00 am this morning. its is currently 7:23 pm.

Pt.2

Your hands fidgeted in your lap. You felt the ever-present nausea that had filled your stomach since that day. Every breath felt like you were choking back tears. Your back was stiff in your seat and your head hung. You looked weak. A complete contrast to the office you sat in.

The desk was behind where you sat on a large leather sofa and there was a matching couch in front of you, wherein only a few short moments he would sit. Park Seonghwa. You had met the man a few times in your life, but never like this, you had never been the one he was there to speak to before.

As the right hand of one of the fastest-growing mafia groups in the country, he was a very dangerous man. You suppose that as the new head of your own crime family, you should also be a very dangerous woman. But you didn't feel dangerous, you felt sick.

Your head snapped up at the sound of the door opening, and before you had time to think, Park Seonghwa was being led to the matching leather sofa in front of you. You glanced him up and down as he walked, he wore a perfectly tailored suit and his dark hair was sept out of his face, his intimidating perfect face.

You couldn't stand the idea of looking at him, so you directed your attention out the window and tried to level your breathing. Seonghwa would have been intimidating enough without the title as a mafia underboss, he was known to have a way with words and with people. From what your father told you, there wasn't a person place, or thing that would be safe if Park Seonghwa decided he wanted it. And now that he had the power and support of the entire Ateez empire behind him, he truly was a very dangerous man.

You heard the leather creak as he sat down. Silence hung for a moment and your nausea returned full force. You couldn't hold off any longer, so you turned to look at him. The first thing you noticed was his eyes. You had only ever seen him in person once or twice, and usually from afar. And now he was only a few feet away, sitting in your office as if he owned it. He was completely relaxed, leaning back into the leather, his arm on the rest and his head leaning onto his hand. Completely unbothered.

He had requested you both talk privately so none of your men were there to guide you today, you were on your own.

"I think you can imagine why I wanted to talk with you," he spoke. His voice carried in the empty room, but his tone was suspiciously soft as if he were talking to a frightened animal. That's about how you felt right now anyways.

You nodded in reply, not trusting your voice quite yet.

"I'm going to be blunt with you, as this is a time-sensitive matter," he began again, "but please know, I mean you no disrespect."

You nodded again.

"I think that it is in your best interest for us to be married."

You knew what he was going to say and you still flinched.

"You and I both know you were never meant to lead this family. You don't have the training, especially at such short notice. You are showing a level of weakness that is not associated with your father's name and it is becoming a problem."

He was right. It was never supposed to be you. You had never played an active role in your father's business before, instead, he chose to send you to college so you could make something of your life outside of the dangerous world you lived in. It was supposed to be your brother. But that all came to a rather abrupt halt.

Despite the truth in his words, and the gentle way he spoke, you knew better than to allow him to walk over you in your own home.

"What do you know of my weaknesses?" You tried to speak with venom, but your voice shook far too many times to be true. He sighed and his eyes softened.

"I know that you are still too scared to sit at your father's desk," his voice shot through you like an arrow, and the tears you had been holding for the past few weeks threatened to spill.

"Your father's and brothers' death was a tragedy. They were good family men," your breath shook, "but if you continue leading the way you are now, you are going to run all of their hard work into the ground."

"And I suppose you are the only solution," you spoke, somewhere between angry and dejected.

"The only one that will end well for you," He reasoned, "If you marry me, I could incorporate your family's business seamlessly into my own. As your husband, I would have the respect of your men, and they could sleep well at night knowing their jobs are secure. My friends and I could take away all that responsibility that you were never meant to have, all while ensuring your safety."

He made it sound oh so simple. Your face morphed into a frown.

"What obligation would you have to keep me safe. It's my business you after, not me. For all, I know you could have me killed yourself as soon as your group has taken control."

You had every right to be distrustful. In your current position as head of the family, you had one giant red target on your back at all times. Your father may have been good to his family, but he hadn't gotten to where he had in the underworld without a long list of enemies. That's how he had died after all.

Seonghwas eyes hardened at your judgment of his character.

"I may be a criminal, darling, but I am not a monster. I have loyalties. If I wanted you dead, you already would be and we could seize control of your territory just as well. I am making this offer because I want you alive," he spoke matter of factly. As if it were so obvious.

You stayed silent. You had known this is what he was going to ask today. You had known from the moment your right hand had told you he requested a meeting. But you still have yet to come up with an answer. He was completely right, about everything, and he truly was your best option. But your father had built everything you now possess from the ground up, to just hand that over for your own safety felt wrong. And perhaps deep down you resented that you even had to make these decisions in the first place, you were supposed to be getting ready to graduate with a degree right now. Instead, you were here, sitting across from one of the most dangerous men in the country, discussing business in your dead father's office, whose desk you were still too scared to sit at. It was never supposed to be you.

You thought seemed to be loud enough for him to hear.

"I won't demand an answer right now," he said standing up. He carried on as he walked to the door.

"But you should know that if I spotted these weaknesses, then there are sure to be others, others who are far more likely to take the route of putting a bullet between your eyes to take control. You don't have a lot of time."

As he reached the door, he turned back to you with that piercing gaze.

"Think about it, please."

Just as he moved to pull the handle you found your voice with some urgency.

"Why?" You called out much louder than you had intended. He looked back at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Why do you want me alive?" You asked, trying to keep your voice level this time. For the first time in your brief encounter, he cracked the slightest hint of a smile.

"Call it, an act of goodwill."

It took all of two days for you to agree. At a certain point, you have come to realize that there was absolutely no other option for you. So you agreed.

Weddings in the underworld are a strange thing. They are often extremely rushed, and incredibly fake, yet extravagant and welcome to all. You could have had a sniper on someone meer hours before, yet sit next to them and converse like normal at dinner. They are a place of truce, but not because of "the power of love" or anything like that. But they were opportunities to get the low down on as many people in the business as possible.

You knew yours would be no different. Within a day of your message to Seonghwa, you already had a wedding planner sent to your home. As stated prior, mafia weddings are rushed. You don't know whether or not this woman knows that it is a mafia wedding she is planning for, but if she does you couldn't help but applaud her cheeriness.

You hadn't seen Seonghwa in person since the day he came to you with a proposal which was made but much obvious by your wedding planner constantly asking you questions about your groom. Asking about his likes and dislikes in cake flavors and party favors. You had no idea.

The next time you saw the man was the day you got your ring. This in many ways was arguably more important than the wedding itself. As soon as you are seen with his ring on your finger, it's a done deal, everyone in the underworld will know that you are now Park Seonghwas's wife, even if it's not quite official yet.

This time you stood in the foyer of his own home. You are not quite sure where you imagined him to live, but a townhome in the historic part of the city isn't quite what you expected. But it was nice. You were standing at the bottom of a large staircase made of dark wood and at the top of it was the man himself. As he began his descent you fidgeted nervously. You weren't scared for your life anymore, but there is still so much you didn't know about the man and his intentions that you couldn't help but feel uneasy with him.

He landed in front of you and looked you over. You were unsure of what to expect in this house. Ateez were infamously ruthless in their tactics but you suppose that as Seonghwas fiance, you are now considered as much a part of Ateez as he is, even if you aren't calling any shots. To think, it had only been a month since your father's death, a month since your life was thrown in this direction, it has only been a month and you were already dining with your soon-to-be husband.

"You made the right decision," Seonghwa spoke. His hand came to the small of your back and began leading you twords what you assumed was the dining room.

"Sometimes I wonder," you replied quietly. He pushed the door open and you were greeted with a small dining table set for two, a velvet box jarringly obvious on the spot set for you. He leads you into the room.

"I hope, that you will one day see it as the truth." He carries on, seemingly unbothered by your admittance. He pulled out the chair of the place set for you, and you sat, looking anywhere but the offending box.

"It's hard to tell when I know next to nothing about you," you point out, "while you seem to know absolutely everything about me,"

He took his seat across from you and met your eyes.

"The way I see it, you will have all the time in the world to discover my character once we are married." He spoke, motioning for the server in the room to bring out the food.

"But since your so curious, allow me to enlighten you." He spoke, leaning onto his palm, "I am the underboss of Ateez, a fact you already know, but that I hope you understand. Most people know me as a heartless man who has taken more lives than you could possibly count." He spoke matter of factly.

You sat back in your chair stunned.

"You're not doing a very good job of talking yourself up," you mentioned.

"I am telling you this because those are the same words that people have used to describe your father. Now tell me, is that how you remember him?" He asked. You shook your head, your father had been nothing but perfect to your family, taken on the nurturing role as your mother had died far too early for you to remember her, he would never allow you to feel anything less than loved.

"So, you should be the first to understand that not everyone is as black and white as good and bad. I'm not sure what it is you expect of me in this relationship, but allow me to tell you what I expect of you." His tone became serious and his gaze on you hardened. It took all you have not to look away.

"I expect loyalty. I expect you to uphold my name as much as your own. I expect that you will listen when I need you to, a power I do not intend to abuse, I expect you to respect my work and understand the problems that come with it. More than anything I expect that you will not allow your opinions of me to be swayed by anything other than my actions with you," he paused and searched your face for any distressing signs,

"you have never been this close to the violence before. You will likely see and hear things you would rather not and often times I will be the one doing them, but I want you to know that I will not be that monster with you. As long as you meet those expectations I have of you, I will be more than willing to meet any expectations you have of me. Are we in agreement?"

As his speech concluded the server returned with the food, giving you a moment to ponder, as he placed it in front of you before exiting the room. Once again, he was correct, as he always seemed to be. Your father had worked hard to keep you away from the dangerous parts of his job, but that simply won't be an option anymore once you're married. It will be dangerous and disturbing at times, but that is your life now, there is nothing you can do to escape it. It's only been a month.

"I see no problem with that," you replied, picking up your fork.

"Since we seem to be on the same page before you begin eating, it might be best to pick up that box." Seonghwa interrupted, taking a sip of his drink.

And so you were finally forced to look at it. It looked so unassuming. But it carried so much weight. Open it, and you agree to this, for the rest of your life you will be the wife to the underboss of the most influential mafia group in the country. And it's only been a month.

You took the velvet into your hands and cracked the lid with surprisingly steady fingers.

The ring was beautiful. Perhaps the stone a little larger than you would have picked for yourself, but that was to be expected in your world. You heard Seonghwa stand, but your eyes were still glued to the ring. It really was beautiful. A moment later he was by your side, pulling the box from your grasp, you looked up at him.

"It felt wrong to have you put it on yourself." He explained, taking the ring from the box, he stretched out his hand expectantly and you hesitantly placed yours in his. And then it was on. The ring shown beautifully in the dim light of the dining room, on your finger for the first time.

"You still haven't told me," you force past your lips.

"Told you what?"

"For someone talking up how dangerous he is, you still haven't told me why you want me alive." You reason.

He sighs and makes his way back to his chair.

"I'm only a year older than you, did you know that?" He asks. You nod, unsure of where this was going.

"I am the oldest person in the inner circle of Ateez. Hongjoong will always be the boss, I have no desire to change that." You nod along, still confused.

"We do this because we chose to, it seemed natural to us. But sometimes I still feel like it was me who led the younger ones to this. Call me emotional, but the idea of seeing someone get swallowed up by this world without any kind of support was something I didn't want to see again. Especially someone like you, who probably deserves better. I can't give better, but I can make this world as safe as possible for you. Does that answer your question?"

You were truly stunned. Seonghwa had yet to even hint that he saw you as anything more than a potential business investment, you didn't even know when he had time to form these conclusions about you.

"Whos to say that I deserve better?" You ask.

"I do,"

It took 4 months of planning for the wedding. This time having seen more of Seonghwa than before, but he was still largely uninvolved with the planning. The ceremony was nothing more than a formality, and he had been hard at work assimilating your business into Ateez. Honestly, you couldn't care less about the ceremony itself either, but someone had to do it.

You had become much more comfortable with Seonghwa over the past few months. You aren't sure what he was expecting to come out of the relationship but at the present moment, you would consider your closer to friends than business partners.

You had also met the other inner circle members of Ateez. Hongjoong had been the most intimidating to meet, as he carries the strongest reputation for violence, but he like the others remained civil with you. They seemed to enjoy the perks that came with you nonetheless.

And then came the matter of your home. It was Seonghwa himself who first brought up the matter that you would come to live with him after the wedding (no honeymoon, he doesn't have time for that) and while this should have been obvious is still took you by surprise. So now you have packed up the few belongings that you kept in your family home. Your father's and brothers' things were left untouched.

Seonghwa was a strange man to converse with. For starters, he was incredibly honest. Which was a hard quality to find in your business. He said everything like it was fact, and even stranger was that it usually was. You also noticed that he was an excellent judge of character, and could read people better than most. It took him almost no time to access a person's feelings, which became particularly noticeable around the time you realized you had no one to walk you down the aisle. You had realized that while at dinner with Seonghwa and a supplier, where the man (trying to be friendly) talked about his own daughter's wedding. Your eyes had glossed over around that time and for the first time in a while, you truly felt like crying over your family's death. The fact that you would be alone on your wedding day was sinking into you. Your father was dead.. your brother was dead. The only two men who had been there your whole life were gone and you felt lost. Seonghwa had taken you to see their graves for the first time since the funeral the next day. You hadn't told him what you were feeling, you hadn't told him what was bothering you. you honestly didn't even know you needed it yourself. But when you realized where you were you collapsed. You stayed there when whole day, sometimes crying, sometimes just sitting, but Seonghwa had stayed with you. Essentially, he was attentive.

For the first time since your life was thrown into chaos, you allowed yourself to feel lucky. You didn't love the man. Not by any means, and you severely doubt that he has any kind of romantic feelings for you. But there was an understanding. You were both understood that this was the best option for both of you, and making it work would be in your best interest. So you worked together.

Seonghwa had given you a very clear list of things he expected of you, and you tried to uphold them. But you had yet to say what you expected of him. And it was about time you figured that out, as today is your wedding day.

It is as hectic as any other wedding day, if not more so with all the armored vehicles and armed guards wandering around. But you managed to tune all that out. You had not seen Seonghwa today, as mafia families are nothing if not traditional. But you had received a text from him that morning that simply read, "see you soon."

And then it was happening. You were walking down the aisle, unaccompanied which tugged at your heart but for now, you were practically in a daze. Seonghwa seemed to glow under the lights at the altar. He watched you carefully the whole way up, allowing Hongjoong (his best man) to watch the audience for anyone looking to cause either of you harm. His face had always been so expressive. But right now he is unreadable.

You don't love him. No. Not quite. But when you reach his side you will admit you're glad your there. The ceremony is short. Your vows had been written for you, and they were over quickly. Then came the kiss. You had purposefully avoided thinking about the kiss. Though you're not sure why. It, like everything else, was short.

Seonghwa connected your lips incredibly gently, his hand holding your cheek so lightly it could have been a ghost. His lips felt nice. Though it only lasted a moment. He pulled away from you. Not repulsed or timid, just having decided that was enough. You don't know if you agree. It had not been your first kiss, but certainly your first in a long time. How strange it had happened at your wedding.

And then came the reception. You didn't know most people there, and you honestly had no desire to. Seonghwa kept you by his side in case there was some kind of emergency, though everyone doubted that would be the case. Everyone to approach you both seemed to forget you were there, looking only at your new husband. You didn't mind, your mind was much too focused on his hand. In his ring to be more precise. You had become accustomed to seeing the sparkling diamond on your finger, but seeing him with his own jewelry made this all feel real. Like you hadn't just imagined the last few hours.

But of course, Seonghwa was attentive. When you were seated down to dinner his hand came to rest oh so gently on top of your own. Not holding, just resting. His wedding band glinting in the low light. No, you don't love him, that's far too strong of a word for what you feel for him. But perhaps one day.

Soon the night is over, and you find yourself back in Seonghwas home, well your home as well now. You were tired. But you had something that needs to be said.

"Seonghwa?" You called, entering his bedroom (you still weren't quite sure if you were supposed to sleep next to him or not.)

He turned to you, his blazer gone and hair disheveled, but otherwise just as he had been all day.

"I need to tell you something," you murmur, fully prepared to be sent away till morning. Instead, he walks to the door and opens it completely to allow you inside.

You stand awkwardly in the middle of the room, the wedding dress still on.

"Something serious?" He asks the slightest hint of a smile.

"A bit," you reply, trying to match his smile. He pulls you by your hand to an ottoman at the foot of his bed and you both sit down.

"I know what I expect of you know" you start, looking away.

"Anything at all," he replies.

"I just want a husband"

This seems to confuse him, as his eyes go a bit wide.

"You already have one, darling," he continues. You shake your head and try to explain.

"You don't understand. I don't want to just be a business partner or a stay-at-home friend, I want to feel like I have a real husband. I'm not saying you have to love me, I know I can't ask that of you bu-"

You're cut off by his lips crashing onto yours. You freeze for a moment, unsure of what you are feeling, but then after a brief realization, you allow yourself to kiss him back. It's slow. Very slow. His lips are moving against yours as if he has all the time in the world. One hand comes up and takes your chin, guiding you even more. Heaven knows how long you stayed like that but eventually, he seems to run out of breath and pulls away. You are both left panting, staring at each other's flushed faces.

"As I told you months ago, you have done every I have asked of you, and in return, I will be anything you want me to be," he explains slowly, "was I not clear enough," he chuckles with a smile.

You finally let yourself feel relief from all of the stress and uncertainty you have felt since the day you took over as head of the family. Your head fell forward onto Seonghwas shoulder, allowing him to support your weight. He hesitantly wrappings you into his arms, and when you don't pull away he brings your body close to his.

Yeah, you made the right decision.

You stayed that way for a bit, breathing your sighs of relief.

"Seonghwa?" you asked aloud.

"hmm?" he replied.

"I'm still in my wedding dress," you mention. It was a beautiful dress, but quite heavy a more than a tad uncomfortable this late at night.

"So you are, are you asking me to take it off you?" he asked. You burry your face deeper into his shoulder because no that isn't what you were implying but now your mind is flashing with those images. You muffle a squeal in his shoulder.

He was too damn good at reading you. His hands slip onto the buttons up the back of your and he pauses.

"I could if you'd like. Wouldnt bother me at all" he continues, toying with the top button. You hesitantly place your hands on his chest, trying not to swoon at the hard muscles.

"Ok," you mumble, still trying to hide the shake in your voice. At your words, Seonghwa begins popping the buttons one by one down your back. you pull your head away from his shoulder at look up at him. he seemed to have been watching your face instead of his work as his eyes meet yours instantly. you burned bright red.

"Darling, you have never done this before have you?" he asks softly, just as he finishes with the buttons. You shake your head "no" embarrassed. It's not that you couldn't have, you just hadn't had the time for a relationship in college and would never have been allowed while still living at home. He giggles at your blushed face.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you." your heart fluttered and your thighs clenched at his words. He truly did have away with them.

He stood and pulled you to your feet, the dress already beginning to slip. He pulls the rest of the fabric down and it pulls at your feet. you feel incredibly exposed in the cold air of the room but the heat of his gaze is leaving burning trails across your skin. He gives a small smile and takes your hand to step out of the dress.

His other hand circles your waist and pulls you into his chest.

"Just follow my lead and I promise you will enjoy yourself,"

He guides you around to the side of the bed and lays you down. You were left only in your undergarments, looking up at Seonghwa as he drinks in the sight of you splayed across his bed. His hand comes up and takes your ankle into his palm and pulls it over his shoulder.

"You look so pretty, darling, if only you could see yourself." he grins, leaning down to place a kiss on the inside of your knee. Slowly his lips trail their way up your leg, moving inch by inch. you were shivering at every touch of his lips and the closer he got to your underwear the more wetness spilled out of you. Soon, his lips found the crevice where your leg connected to the rest of your body. He was so close to your cunt you could feel his breath but he didn't move any closer.

"Seonghwa," you cried out breathily, hoping he would take pity on you. He had already dropped to his knees on the carpet in front of you and it would be so easy for him to just move ever so slightly to where you felt yourself aching.

"What is it darling?" he mumbled into your skin.

"Please, want to feel you on me please," I wasn't the most direct of begs, but he seemed to take pity on you. A moment later his lips landed on your covered cunt. He wasted no time in licking and sucking you over the already damp fabric. It felt like nothing you could have ever imagined. He kept alternating between mouthing over your clit and forcing his tongue as far into your slit as he could with the offending fabric in the way, all the while groaning into your core sending vibrations up your body. It already felt so intense even over your underwear you couldn't imagine the sensation without it.

You were whining and moaning happily at every movement, squirming and writhing at the new feeling.

"You're so easy to please, it's almost cute," He chuckles, pulling away for just a bit. He looks up at your face, where your eyes were screwed shut. His hand slips into the waistband of your panties and pulls them off you in one quick motion. Your eyes fling open and down to his face where a satisfied smirk makes its way.

"eyes on me, little one,"

Never breaking eye contact he dives back in, licking a stripe up your folds, collecting your wetness on his tongue, and groaning. you thrash violently at the feeling only to be pulled back onto his mouth by your hips. As he continues it's like electricity shooting up your spine leaving you breathless. He working his way around your cunt, pressing his tongue to your clit with so much pressure before taking it into his mouth and sucking. Your twitching in his grasp but he doesn't let up. swirling it with his tongue before releasing it with a pop. Neither of you dares to look away from the other, drinking in each other's expressions. His tongue slips inside your hole and laps away at the juices now flowing freely, before pumping it ever so slightly in and out.

Your stomach feels like it's bubbling with fire and you know what comes next.

"Seonghwa? I think I'm gonna-" Before you can even finish your sentence he pulls away from you completely, and a while rips through you.

"Sorry, darling, but the first orgasm I give you is going to be on my cock. I want to feel it." His face was dripping with your wetness as he spoke and You swoon so hard at his words you almost forget the orgasm that was stolen from you.

He stood up and moved to hover over you, pushing your body further up onto the bed, giving him room to climb over you. His hand reached behind you to unhook the clasp to your bra and pull it from your body.

"So pretty," he mumbles under his breath as he takes one of your breasts into his hand and pulls on the nipple. You whimper again, so many new sensations all at once are making your head go fuzzy. Seonghwa leans down to connect your lips again. Kissing you with so much force it knocks the wind out of you. As his left-hand slides into your hair, pulling your head even closer, his other hand begins unbuttoning his own dress shirt. He breaks the kiss for a moment to pull it off his body but doesn't leave you a moment to admire before reconnecting your lips. He positions his hips directly over your exposed cunt and takes his time rutting himself against you, each time pulling another noise past your lips just to swallow it up.

The wetness from your heat has now left a dark spot on the front of his slacks and if you weren't so dazed by the way his hand had returned to your breast you might have been embarrassed. He breaks the kiss with a pant and rakes his gaze over your body with dark eyes before snapping back up to your face. With a low groan, he finally undoes his belt and slacks just enough to pull his cock from the confines of the material.

"that's not fair," you whine but are then momentarily distracted by the way Seonghwa begins stroking up and down his impressive length. You don't have much experience with what dicks are supposed to look like, but he was pretty.

"Sorry, little one, I'm getting impatient," he explains, smearing his precum down his length, and chuckling at the way you watch with rapt attention. His free hand finds your chin once again and pulls your head up so you meet his gaze.

"Remember, eyes on me, got it?" he asks. You nod frantically.

You try your best to keep that promise as you feel his tip prod your entrance. He leans in impossibly close to you and whispers,

"ready for me, darling?" You nod again, not trusting your words.

He pushes in slowly as to not hurt you. There is a stretch, by god is there a stretch, but it's bearable, incredibly so. In fact, your own impatience seems to be getting the better of you when you subconsciously clench around him. You can see the way his face morphs in pleasure, urging him to push all the way in. He complies. When his hips finally meet your own you let out a loud moan and have to force yourself to keep your eyes open. Seonghwa is smirking wildly at your satisfaction.

He gives an experimental shallow thrust to gauge our reaction. You moan in response so he continues. He starts slower, thrusting deep into you every single time, pushing you further into the bed. But after a high whine from you, his pace picks up. Every time he fills you up it's like a new wave of pleasure radiating out from your core and you latch onto his shoulders, practically hanging off of him.

Each stroke is brushing against your g spot leaving your mouth hanging open. Your pleasure builds quickly from all the stimulation you had received earlier. Seonghwa angles his hips in a way that has him pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust.

"Seonghwa," you whine breathlessly.

"Yes, baby?"

"Feels good" you force out. Your fucked out face driving him to go faster with a groan.

"I know, you're taking me so well darling, doing so good." He mumbles.

It's only a matter of minutes before your walls are fluttering around his cock and your feeling the coil of pleasure about to snap.

"I think I'm gonna-" you start.

"I know, I can feel you clenching around me, your so responsive baby."

One of Seonghwa's hands comes down to toy with your swollen clit making you cry out. He times his hand with his thrusts and after a few short minutes, your body is twitching in orgasm. You're crying out incredibly loud but your body can only take so much stimulation, so he only allows himself a few more thrust before halting inside you, feeling your walls twitch around him. He watches your face as you come undone with so much pride he almost cums at the thought that he made you that way.

He gives you a few moments to come down from your high before pulling out of you, and it only takes a few strokes on his cock for him to spill all over your tummy. The sight of you covered in his cum alone is almost enough to make him hard again but one look at the way your eyes are starting to droop close he takes pity.

Pulling you off the bed and into his arms he carries you to the bathroom and places you in the tub before starting to fill it. Your eyes are closed at this point but based on the way you cling to his hand he suspects you're still awake. He sits next to the bath on the floor gently washing the makeup and sweat from your body until your breathing evens out in a way that convinces him you have finally drifted off.

That was until he heard your soft voice.

"Thank you," you mumble.

"what for darling?" he asks in a quiet voice.

"not killing me" you reply slowly. Seonghwa can't help but laugh.

"Wouldnt dream of it."

#ateez smut #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez timestamp #seonghwa smut #seongwha timestamp

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thewriterowl · 2 years

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I posted 19,258 times in 2021

2492 posts created (13%)

16766 posts reblogged (87%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 6.7 posts.

I added 23,549 tags in 2021

#star wars - 5295 posts

#babies - 4002 posts

#the mandalorian - 2487 posts

#omg - 2134 posts

#lol - 1981 posts

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Longest Tag: 114 characters

#din was probably frantically reaching in his pockets to find some sort of ring before luke started on his problems

My Top Posts in 2021

(kicks door open) AND ANOTHER LUKE HEAD-CANNON!! Luke’s most powerful weapon is his ability of crushing the word no with his puppy-dog eyes.

Vader: I’m evil.

Luke: Please don’t be. (sad face)

Vader: Kay, I’m good.

Han: I don’t support the rebellion.

Luke: But can’t you? (hopeful face)

Han; Welp, let’s go kill some flying space-Nazis.

Yoda: You can’t save your friends.

Luke: But...I wanna. (pleading face)

Yoda: Aw, well, ok then.

Din: I only love my son.

Luke: Can I be included? (shy face)

Din: (slams marriage license down) Sign the fuck up, buttercup.

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Din: (trying to learn more about this [cute] Jedi to figure out if he’s trustful to take care of Grogu) So...what do you like to do?

Luke: (happy this very handsome DILF is talking to him) Well...I like sparring, fighting, teaching, taking care of kids, flying ships, visiting my family, hiding on quiet planets, I garden at times cause I used to be a farm-kid...also calms my mind, I apparently may have PTSD cause i’ve had two sets of parents die, two teachers die, friends die, my first crush die, was told my father was responsible for genocide, lost my hand to said father, has been tortured, hunted, left alone, and had to shoulder the weight of the entire galaxy basically alone...but I found Grogu and you and i’m starting a school so it’s better now...oh, I like to bake cakes :D

Din: (on his knee) For the love everything holy, marry me...and use our marriage benefits to get therapy.

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Luke, a 5′6 cinnamon roll martyr: I am ready to die for this cause.

Din, a 5′11 built tired himbo: (picks him up and carries him away) You most certainly are not.

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Bo-Katan: You have to be the Mand'alor and rule as king. It is your duty and honor as the chosen one.

Din: Nah.

Bo-Katan: You could unite our broken people.

Din: None of my business.

Bo-Katan: You'd be powerful and adored.

Din: Yuck.

Leia (drinking a Pina Colada from the sidelines): You could marry my brother to keep galactic peace.

Din: ...so how quickly can we get the throne room updated? I'd like a chair next to mine for my consort. You think naming a city after him would be too much of a power move in my first year? Can I tax people if they look too long at him? Grogu will be called prince, by the way, and he gets his own wing in the palace. Kryze, keep up and help me get this coronation started.

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Luke: Why is everyone so concerned about Top or Bottom?

Din: Luke...

Luke: I mean, I’d just be happy to have a bunk-bed.

Din: (sighs) Luke...it’s because of the tactical differences. Using a saber from the top would just be difficult. You want someone with a blaster on top to act as cover.

Luke: Oooh...that does make sense.

Han & Leia:...

Han: I gotta tell them.

Leia: No.

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reynie-muldoons · 3 years

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'The Dance of the Celestial Orb' liveblog!

for real this time lmfao

book and show spoilers below

I'm ✨nervous✨ please let our children be okay

0:10 this Sticky arc hurts me so kuch

1:35 this music is BUMPIN

2:22 I just wanna know how she got under there without the dude seeing her

2:47 "all systems go" for the Improvement.... yikes 😬😬😬

2:55 she didn't wait even 5 seconds after they left, the door was still closing when she popped up 😂 can you imagine if one of them doubled back right at that moment

3:18 they look like the dudes from that veggietales movie, I think it was Esther- the island of perpetual tickling?? Anyone??? 😂😂😂

4:00 Kate vented.......

4:51 "not a rat" yeah no shit

5:07 if not for the suspense, I would be jamming out lmaooo

6:10 Mr. Benedict is looking at the shoreline, is he about to watch Kate dive in???? Because I mean that's where she's gotta be going

6:20 "memory challenges"? Is Rhonda talking about Milligan's amnesia, or has short term memory been affected as well??

6:29 .....thank you for answering so efficiently 😂

6:42 "I buy it. I completely.... buy it." RHONDA THAT'S NOT HELPFUL AHSKSHDJKD

6:56 can you imagine seeing your friend go down in a sub then hours later seeing the sub float up in fucking PIECES

7:06 KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE!

7:06 please let it be reunion time

7:25 oh hello that's a drop

7:38 *to the tune of Bezos I* come on Katie u can do it pave the way put ur back into it

7:51 she craves that mineral

8:06 Sticky, my child

8:20 oh my gosh they went out and LOOKED FOR HER I care them 😭😭😭

8:23 SHE KNEW HIS DREAM SHE KNEW HIS DREAM TELEPATH TELEPATH TELEPATH

8:34 STICKY STOPPPP

8:40 "jumping to conclusions is a failure of character" wow that really is something Curtain would say

8:52 angry Reynie. He is in rare form

8:54 "and you helped put her there!" OOOOOOOH I SCREAMED

9:03 "I shouldn't have yelled" okay but you kinda should have Sticky needs a wake up call

9:06 "dont apologize. I like this side of you." IS THIS THE START OF REYNIE AND CONSTANCE HAVING THE BEST SIBLING RELATIONSHIP

9:22 "if you really cared about me, you'd want me to be happy instead of standing there telling me who I am" oh Sticky my dude I am NOT digging the manipulation

9:36 Reynie pulling out the BFF card!!! Also Reynie digging in his feet because he knows he's right!!!! That's great setup for his arc as a strategist later

9:48 "I'm telling you, Kate's fine." Narrator: Kate was not, in fact, fine.

10:03 "they'll notice." Sticky has made one (1) good point.

10:11 oh dear god are they fingerprinting this bitch

10:19 all this equipment, has no one walked up to the cliff and looked down???

10:23 HAHAHAHA WAIT THEY ACTUALLY HAVEN'T

10:27 "we've been out here all night" that means Kate has been clinging to a cliff by her fingers and toes ALL NIGHT????

11:04 babe I know it's been a long night but maybe wait a second for them to actually leave before you climb back up

11:15 BUCKET NO

11:22 she has to go get it. There's no way someone wouldn't find that shit, it's in plain view

11:37 "WAS"???? WHY ARE WE SAYING WAS????? NO PAST TENSE HERE MILLIGAN'S FINE

11:43 "I only wish we could've known him better" NOOOPE NONONO WE'RE NOT DOING THIS

11:47 Rhonda back at it as the voice of reason!!!!!

11:59 "I have never met a more competent swimmer" throwback to "the baaAAAYYYY"

12:10 MR. BENEDICT'S FACE HAHAHAHA HOLD ON LET ME TAKE A PICTURE IM DYING

12:11 NUMBER TWO, NOT HELPING

12:14 RHONDA'S FACE HAHENDJDKDN

12:33 "we will go rescue him" because of COURSE he would

12:36 Rhonda is his best wingwoman omfg she's so consistent

12:54 MISS PERUMAL??????

12:56 MISS PERUMAL!!!!!!

13:00 SHE KNOWS HE'S RIGHT GAKSHDBDHEKSNND

13:09 "how hard can it be? It's an island!" PFFFFT

13:16 oh SQ baby boy please get out of there

13:25 "I certainly have my own suspicions" he said, looking at SQ why are you looking at SQ like that

13:31 SQ GET OUT OF THERE PLEASE IS2G

13:36 here we fuckin go

13:43 the captions have the f in forest capitalized like it's this special place

13:43 new hc that the Forest is a magical place like pixie hollow

13:57 TWO THINGS: 1. YES stand up for yourself baby!!!! 2. Shepard Quaid? Interesting! I don't think we ever got SQ's full name in the books, I hope TLS made that decision!

14:08 your "father hat"??? Oh my gosh shut the fuck up right there don't even continue

14:16 oh yeah real fuckin cute put on your "steward of this institution hat" and call that a good reason to be a shit person

14:43 "No." GOOD FOR HIMMMM GOOD JOB SQ

15:03 Kate's struggling right by the shore where a certain someone would be returning after a very hard swim, it would be a great time for a meeting wouldn't you think

15:09 KATE THE GREAT

15:11 "THE TRAPESE GODDESS" I WILL REFER TO HER AS NOTHING ELSE

15:26 sorry but that green screen of her falling was kinda funny

15:28 soooooo is someone, a very certain someone, gonna catch her...??????

15:36 YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

15:43 IS THIS IT????@?@?!?

15:46 awww poor baby girl you can tell how tired she is

15:46 just putting this out there- they look so good in frame together

15:46 the actor who plays Milligan is fucking huge in stature so I wasn't sure how that would go but it looks so good

16:00 THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER WITH HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I CANT DO THISSSSS

16:20 "keep going." 😭😭😭😭😭

16:23 "you dont understand." Ohhhh I think he does

16:25 "I think I do." What did I tell you, he's got your back babygirl

16:45 I'm so glad she's talking this out, and with Milligan of all people

17:01 it makes so much sense for Kate to feel alone in that situation, and when Kate feels anything less than positive she goes and does something, whatever that something is.

17:05 "So.. I...." "fell off a cliff and nearly died." Thanks for putting things into perspective Milligan

17:05 Milligan is such a good dad stop

17:19 "most of the way" is an understatement LMFAO

17:29 I'm so glad we know the intimate details of Milligan's illustrious swimming abilities 😂 out of all the new things wfrom the show that one wasnt on my radar

17:52 leave it to Milligan to come up with an escape plan off of an island with no water vessel with four kids in tow

18:08 THEYRE SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭

18:08 lowkey I'm super surprised they didnt take this opportunity to have Milligan's arduous swim force his memories out and have the father daughter bonding time they deserve. I hope they give that moment ample time to flesh out.

18:13 BUCKET!!!

18:13 wait that shot is so artsy hold up lmfao

18:13 this looks like someone's photography final hahahaha

18:26 THE TENDER MUSIC STOPPPP 😭😭😭

18:41 Sticky is still on that jumping to conclusions bs he got from Curtain

18:44 WETHERALL'S WIDGET 😭

19:31 "Kate... she's in danger..." NO SHIT SHERLOCK

19:36 "and it's all because of me." Not just because of you but love to see you taking responsibility

19:52 once again I am asking WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IN THE OPEN

20:26 "Kate. She has changed." "Not really. She's always been who she is." "Her clothes. She changed clothes." PFFFT HAHHAHA they really took a moment of self-reflection and made it so much better

20:55 AYYYYY KATE'S DEPENDENCY ARC CONTINUESSSSS

21:35 yikes yikes yikes

22:16 I love that Mr. Benedict got closure in telling Miss Perumal that her words stuck with him

22:40 the way she just knows Reynie took the position of leader 😭😭

22:54 SHE WROTE HIM A LETTERRR

23:02 "Would it be possible to get this to him?" Ma'am what part of undercover spy don't you get

23:54 it's still really weird that we are now in a position where Reynie is the one who is not trusted and Sticky is the one in Curtain's favor

24:13 and here we see Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues shining through

24:21 "the little things matter. Every minor detail, it all matters!" CALLBACK TO MR. BENEDICT TELLING THE CHILDREN THAT THEY ALL MATTER

24:55 "I can tell with complete accuracy when a person is lying." first of all, no. second of all, I cannot wait for him to talk to Constance.

26:33 why is Mr. Benedict graphically explaining the children's potential trauma so funny to me

26:40 "you're catastrophizing." "Yes. I am. Quite severely. Thank you." WHY IS THIS FUNNY

26:58 MADGE!!!!

27:16 she's so prettyyyyy

27:33 GOOD JOB MADGE!!!!!

27:36 wait did she just take the LETTER??? she's delivering the LETTER?????

28:05 WHAT DOES "OKAY FINE" MEAN??? REYNIE??????

28:22 it's sad because it's true 🥺

28:24 "I miss my teacher from the orphanage" the best lies are the ones rooted in truth 🥺🥺🥺

28:48 roll credits

29:16 Reynie honey Orion's Belt isn't on the ceiling

29:29 the way he was so confident that he had it right 😑 Curtain Stop Being a Pretentious Fuck challenge

29:52 our babygirl is so smartttt

29:55 did Milligan plant his prints 😳 oh no OH NO

29:57 MARTINA???? WHATSUEJHDKD

29:57 is this the replacement for when they pin cheating on her????

30:03 THE KEY CARD!!!!

30:11 MADGEEEE

30:21 "one attacked me as a small child" honey you are a small child

30:24 "it did not win," she said, smiling menacingly

30:40 "so we dance again" WHY DID THE MUSIC REV UP WHEN SHE SAID THAT HAHAHAHA

31:01 ✨woodworking is a passion✨

31:58 "was it functional?" "Well I guess that depends on how you define functionality" RHONDA'S FACE IN THE BACKGROUND HAHAHAHA

32:10 OH HEY MARTINA

32:17 wait 🥺

32:22 that has to be SQ :)

32:28 hi sweet boy

32:34 please tell me they did that shot of the sandwich because Madge is about to take it

32:39 LMFAOOOOO

32:44 hi good girl!!! Enjoy your snackies

32:50 oh god oh no the LETTER

33:25 oh wow we're doing this NOW??

33:52 and here we see another example of Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues bubbling to the surface

34:10 hey what if you uhhh weren't such an asshole

34:33 that man's voice is buttery

34:52 REYNIE'S TRYING TO TELL SQ????

35:02 and they're talking about this right in front of the office door, WHY??

35:24 AND THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE OFFICE DOOR, WHY????

35:55 he's letting him go 🥺🥺🥺🥺

36:14 why does that look like a body bag

36:17 oh my gosh it definitely is a body bag, hey Martina

36:25 yep, that's about what I expected

36:36 "whoever did this to me, they're gonna pay" oh girl do I have some bad news for you

37:12 ahhhh, so Martina is the burnt out gifted kid who keeps going out of spite and sheer force of will

37:12 everything makes much more sense now

37:30 ohhhhh my gosh feelings time

37:44 "I think it's awesome." "Yeah. I know you do." THE SHIPPERS ARE THRIVING

37:54 THEY REALLY WANT TO MAKE THIS AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE HUH

38:10 "it's the least I can do" that's an understatement 😬

38:14 AAWWWWW SHKSHSLSBDK

38:20 "I don't know what I'd do without you, Wetherall" STOPPPPP

38:30 HEY BUD UH MAYBE CLOSE YOUR DOOR???

38:38 he's been writing letters to her every night and now he finally gets one back 😭😭

39:34 so Miss Perumal wrote this letter with the intention of it being sent to him, right- why did she write it like that?? 😂

39:34 they've gone to such lengths to communicate in code but the letter kind of undermines that- it was written in such a way that an onlooker would know Reynie was a spy but wouldn't know what he was doing or why. No wonder SQ was pissed

39:41 KATE!!

40:10 BREAKING NEWS: local bastard man treats everyone like shit

40:15 ohhhhh SQ bud please be careful

40:30 "always have time for my son," he said in a clipped voice that implied that he does not have time for his son

40:35 ohhh he's getting RIGHT INTO IT HUH

40:41 you mean to tell me he's never asked about Mr. Curtain's work?? Ever???? Somehow that doesn't seem right to me

40:57 hey uh what if you didn't talk down to SQ at every opportunity

41:02 "would you care to reconsider that answer, son?" "No." DIG THOSE HEELS IN SQ!!!!

41:22 I'm really not digging that Curtain is using the guise of openly expressing his feelings to communicate his anger and his unasked question. Not cool bitch head

41:33 the fact that he didn't answer SQ's spoken question kind of also answers his unspoken question

41:45 "I knew there was something off about that girl. But espionage?" "How do you so convincingly fake a tetherball obsession?" I love that this entire conversation could be about Martina or Kate interchangeably

42:34 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

42:36 IF IT WAS THAT EASY TO FIND WITH BINOCULARS HOW HAD THEY NOT BEEN SPOTTED UP UNTIL THIS POINT?!!?#? HOW????

43:05 Kate advocating for Martina with the Society 🥺🥺 the interaction I didn't know I needed

43:58 "I definitely don't like to leave anything unfinished." "That's true, I've seen you eat." PFFFFT

44:05 YESS YOU GO STICKY USE YOUR ACCESS FOR PRIME INTEL

44:19 "well, you can't succeed without me, so..." baby girl you have no idea how right you are

44:28 please let that be Milligan PLEASE LET THAT BE MILLIGAN

44:32 YEAAAAAHHHHH

44:35 I simply adore him

44:45 "would you mind helping me down, please? I'm stuck." Your honor I would die for this man

44:54 oh shit, Martina's tryna sleuth it out herself.. this can't end well

45:04 is she about to find Kate's marbles or something?? Callback to the book?

45:26 the absolute MURDER in her eyes

45:31 FUCKIN YIKES

45:41 "the clothes of someone who had given up" ASEJDGEIDNDLFK

45:47 well that's not good

46:00 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

46:04 PLEASE let them be on their way already, please

46:14 THEY MADE A BLIMP????

46:17 Goodyear is QUAKING

46:35 why the fuck is Number Two in red, that's upsetting on principle

THEYRE JUST ENDING IT THERE???? goddamnit!!!!

How surreal is it that next week is the finale?? Idk if I'm ready for that????

#mbs disney+#mbs liveblog #the dance of the celestial orb #the mysterious benedict society #charity's talkies

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bratzkoo · 3 years

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delivery! (i)

credits to @monvante for making this beautiful banner (and divider!) Author: bratzkoo | navi Pairing: pizza delivery guy! jungkook x reader x seokjin Genre: fluff, comedy (i think?), semi-angst Rating: PG-15 Word count: 1.5k Warnings/note: underage drinking, obsession with pizza, swearing, there has been a huge misunderstanding with who the reader is in love with, seokjin is oblivious with the readers feelings, jungkook being the other half of the busan torture device, i made some changes with their ages, pls tell me if there’s more warning i need to put. it’s a highschool! au but there will be an eventual time skip. Summary: You planned a grand gesture to confess to your long time crush (or as you like to call him: “the love of my life”) and things turned out to be horrible on your part. One, you accidentally confessed to the wrong person. Two, he accepted your confession. Three, your crush accepted someone else’s confession! aka you confessed to your pizza delivery guy and now he thinks the both of you are dating. delivery! ii | requests are open | masterlist

“Hey, Chim.” You greeted your best friend and sat down next to him in the cafeteria. “Hello there--” Jimin stops when he sees how you look. “You look... how do I say this in the nicest way possible?” “Just say I look horrible, Chim.” You said as you put fries and chicken nuggets in your burger then taking a large bite, not caring if other people think it’s weird. “No, Y/N! You look, okay, you know what. You do look horrible, what happened to you?” Jimin held out his hand to feel your forehead, checking if you’re sick. “Stayed up all night planning my confession to Jin before he graduates and leaves me in this horrible hell hole with you.” “You’re my best friend in the whole wide world, too.” He sarcastically replies. “You think he’ll accept you if you confess to him looking like you got off from your role in the walking dead?” “Who’s confessing to who?” You smile when Sana--your recently new friend sits down in front of you. “Oh, Y/N is confessing to - mmh.” You shove fries in Jimin’s mouth to stop him from talking. He spits it out and glares at you. “You have someone you like, Y/N?” she asked. “Why didn’t I know that?” she puts her chin at the back of her hand, leaning in. “It’s Seokjin.” you said, you don’t notice how Sana stiffens and masks it with a bright smile. “That’s great, Y/N.” she says. She suddenly grabs your cheeks. “Why do you look so tired? You better get some rest.” “I will.” you say. she removes her hands to your face and starts to eat. “You’re too nice, Sana. I called her a zombie when I saw her.” Jimin says. “I personally th--” You shove chicken nuggets on his mouth to shut him up once again, instead of spitting it out he happily chewed it. You scan the whole cafeteria to check if he’s around, you know the love of your life Kim Seokjin. It’s easy to find him because he’s in the middle of everything, like the star that he is. His friends are bickering while he silently eats. He has always been calm when in public and prefers to let loose only with people that he’s comfortable with. Seokjin is your senior who has been your friend for a while now, he became close with you because of a competition the two of you joined for the school. You have grown close enough for you to have grown feelings for him. Seokjin suddenly met your eye, catching you staring at him (or ogling at him if you’re not Mr. Kim Oblivious Seokjin), he smiles and waves at you. You blush as you wave back. He tries to mouth something like “See you tonight.” You give him a thumbs up and then he goes back in eating his food. You sighed wondering why you fell in love with this dense guy in the first place. If he wasn’t even oblivious with your massive crush on him, you wouldn’t even plan this confession anyways. You stayed up all night preparing for this day to be perfect and you’ll be damned if your confession didn’t go as your plan. The confession will happen tonight. You hope he says yes and you don’t have to proceed to “plan: he doesn’t like me back” which is just eat 8 pints of ice cream while watching 27 dresses. Nevertheless, you hope for the best.

What you didn’t hope was Seokjin cancelling your plans. You asked him to call you if he’s on his way and you did receive a call, except he calls to tell you he couldn’t make it. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t make pizza night, my friend has an emergency.” He says over the phone. You began to feel down, you wished you pretend you had an emergency too so he would just come in but you felt guilty for his friend who probably is hurt. “I understand, you go do your thing.” You say. “I’m truly sorry, I’ll make it up to you. Bye.” He drops the call in a hurry. Now you’re in an empty house (courtesy of your parents leaving you to go visit your sister studying in Europe) filled with decorations. You hold onto your phone and call Pizzeria’s Haven-- the only pizza place you trust-- to order 2 cheese supreme so you can mope in peace while stuffing yourself later. You grab your mom’s margarita on the fridge and began pouring out for yourself in a mug, your mom didn’t mind because “As long as you do it in the house, you’re drinking responsibly, you promise not to vomit on the carpet, and most importantly not telling your dad that the bottles labeled ‘herbal supplement’ are margarita in disguise... you can drink to your heart’s content.” You take a sip from the mug as you skim through your netflix account to find Catching Fire, a movie that will make you feel better every time you see shirtless Finnick Odair. Your pizza arrives and you open the door to find Jungkook holding 2 boxes of pizza with a smile on his face. “Delivery!” He greets when he sees your face. “Y/N!” “Hey, Jungkook!” You greet back and grab the pizza he’s holding and give him the money- with an extra for his tip. “Want to stay and eat this with me?” You guess you were too lonely and kinda tipsy that you impulsively ask if he wants to stay to eat pizza with you. Jungkook grows flustered, “I- I can’t, I have to take calls and deliver pizza.” He declines, you raise your eyebrow. “What bullshit did Jimin say to get off work today?” You ask, knowing your friend tends to leave Jungkook to work by himself during weekend night shift. If he’s not the son of the owner he’s long fired from his job by now. “He’s actually busy serving dine-in customers, hectic night. I really gotta run.” He explains as he walks towards his motorcycle. “Good luck on that!” You say as you close your door. You put the pizza boxes on top of the coffee table, opening it to grab three slices then putting them together before you take a bite. You planned everything to be perfect and it turn out this way. You might as well go crazy, get drunk, and purge yourself with pizza.

You woke up with a very bad headache the following day, you apparently passed out in your living room with the empty bottle of your mom’s ‘herbal supplement’ laying on the floor with you. You checked your phone for the time but saw skeptic messages from an unknown number and from Jimin. Unknown number [2:00 am]: Y/N it’s me [2:02 am]: It’s yes... [2:03 am]: I’ll come see you at 2 pm Chimmy boy [2:10 am]: yow bitch, you’re dating jeon jungkook?! i thought you’re confessing to seokjin? [2:11 am]: you got some explaining to do What the hell? You groggily unlocked your phone to reply to Jimin and ignored the messages from the unknown number... for now. Y/N [11:12 am]: jwu what r u talking about? explain in detail, im vv hangover Chimmy boy [11:20 am]: bitch you’ve been drinking without me, how dare you. Y/N [11:23 am]: ugh shut up, come over so we can talk Chimmy boy [11:27 am]: i’ll come tonight, want to sleep more You drop your phone to the sofa and start to clean off your mess from last night when few of the memories did came back to you. “Hey, you. I like you...Fuck...I like you so much.” “I invited you and If you could have seen the effort I made! I mean, I know you were busy but you could’ve gone here after you’re done?” “Instead of a grand gesture sort of confession, I’m confessing to you on the phone! On the phone!” “You have my number... you can tell me your answer by then. Just say yes or no, I’ll be waiting.” Oh no, you confess to Seokjin when you were drunk. You regret not hiding your phone away from your stupid drunk self but it seems as he said yes. So what’s with Jimin telling me I’m dating Jungkook? Seokjin said yes and he’s coming to your house at 2 pm. You scream in excitement and run towards your closet to find something cute when you open the door for him later. You could use a shower too, it feels like you sweated the alcohol you consumed last night. By the time it was 2:03 pm someone rang the doorbell, you shake in nervousness when you open the door that reveals Jungkook smiling and holding flowers. Your eyebrows furrow seeing him. He hands you the bouquet of flowers and cheerfully say, “Delivery!”

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jade-of-mourning · 3 years

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theformat wrote, "im floating with the birds im talking to the weeds look what youve done to me"

in which i spontaneously take several hours to translate nate’s awfully punctuated commentary on dog problems into Comprehensive English Words. partially so i can write my stupid essay on it for fun. but yes here you go, 4.2k words from a 2006 livejournal archive that i managed to snatch out of two saves. here’s a link if you want to read it from the source, but i’ll have you know it’s a nightmare. early 2000′s nate ruess learn how to type properly challenge.

theformat wrote,

[@ 2006-5-18 18:44:00]

"im floating with the birds im talking to the weeds look what youve done to me"

Hi,

Sitting on my couch, watching ESPN. Damn, it’s good to be home. Things have been pretty crazy the last 6 months. As a lot of you know, we were dropped by our label — we went and recorded a new record, labels became interested, [and] we decided to release it ourselves. We went on tour, and now I’m [...] home for the next week: my first week off in six months. What do I do?

Well, my roommate and I got memberships to the YMCA down the street from our house. It’s an amazing place. Downtown Phoenix is pretty much an amazing place. It’s not like the rest of the state — speaking of which, I’m declaring war on Scottsdale, it’s the opposite of Downtown Phoenix.

Anyways, so I wake up at 9am every morning. I don’t know what it is, really — I’ve been a "pro" musician for about 3 years now, [and] we are supposed to wake up at 11 or 12. I know some dudes that wake up at 1, but no; since I’ve been home the last few days, I’ve been going to bed at 1 and waking up at 9. My roommate has a job, [so] I think it has to do with that.

See, there are 3 showers total in our house. I have the big bedroom, so I have the big shower, [and] since I’ve been off on tour and recording, he has gotten used to the nice shower in my room (Which is fine — anyone that’s gotten close to me knows I’m not too fond of showers, so it’s not like I use it that much). So every morning around 8:45, I wake up to my door opening and my roommate going through my room to use the shower.

You know what it’s like when you’re half asleep but you want to act like you’re awake so as not to freak someone out with all the crazy babble, but you just end up saying all the same crazy babble? I do that every morning. I turn and look at him and try to act like I wasn’t just dreaming about tootsie rolls and parrots that shatter like glass. "Hey [Roommate's Name], that was some game last night" [is what usually] comes out of my mouth — something to that extent — and I think he feels sorry for me, but continues to walk right into my bathroom, and use the shower.

At this point, I’m awake. I usually have to pee, and I have to then use his restroom. It’s a terrible swap, and it always ends with me wide awake on my front porch (har har) smoking a cigarette and wondering how the hell I’m gonna fall back asleep when the air conditioning is broken. Ah, what a wonderful life at home, [but] that’s the weird thing — I love it. Now we wake up and we go to the [YMCA]. We run, we play basketball, we jump in the pool, we play pool basketball, we get yelled at for dunking the ball. We don’t use soap before we go into the sauna, and the night usually ends with a poker tournament. This is the life I love to live when I’m away from the road. It too is the opposite of Scottsdale. It’s who I am, [and] it’s pretty much who I’ve become.

See, for the last 23 years, it’s been about the highs and the lows for me. I’ve got an addictive personality, [so] I stay away from a lot of things because of this; however, when I find things, I get generally excited. I go crazy. It’s all I think about and all I do for the next howeverlong. For the first 23 years, it was either talking non-stop or locking myself in my room. It’s either great or terrible; not good or bad. Dog Problems changed that.

Initially, Dog Problems was supposed to be that — the original concept of Dog Problems was to be 2 sides of music, the first half taking over where Interventions [+ Lullabies] had left off: "We'll be together in the morning…"

We weren’t, in fact. We were over before Interventions was even released. We were over two weeks after it was recorded, [and] I spent the next 2 years feeling terrible. We got back together… we broke up… we got dogs… we broke up… we got back together and got dogs…

I was still miserable, but I wanted Dog Problems to get me through everything. I wanted it to help me, not anyone else — just me. The first side was supposed to be me down in the dumps [and] everything that went down: how the two of us were dealing with it differently, [and] the second half was supposed to be a realization.

The first inkling of realization was a day [when] we were on tour. We were all laughing about something I’m sure Marko or Adam said. Here I was supposed to be depressed, but the fact that I can spend all of my days in different states with my best friends, all of us doing what we love — that was major! Then my mom called… I’ve got my parents! My friends! What else could I possibly need?

At that point, I felt as if a relationship in a Michael Bolton sort of way didn’t mean anything. It was the people you surrounded yourself with — those were the people that made the difference, and that was going to be side two. I was convinced that when I just closed my eyes and thought about the wonderful people around me, I was going to be great. Not good, [but] great.

I didn’t get that far, no. I got back into the relationship.

I was sure it was going to work. At that point, life would be perfect, and we all want perfection right? [But] things went right back to far from perfect. Things went to terrible. I couldn’t stop feeling sorry for myself, but I had a concept. At that point, I figured that even by singing and recording these positive songs I was going to feel better, so Sam showed me what was then just a short acoustic guitar version of Snails.

This was it. This was my first chance to prove to myself that life can be beautiful. The thing is, I had never been more miserable. I remember writing the lyrics to Snails: my roommate was at work, I was on the bed, on my night stand was a giant bottle of booze, and somewhere off in California she wasn’t calling me back on a Friday night. So I went to work, listened [to it] over and over. I wanted to get it right; I wanted to be positive. I passed out, then I woke up the next morning [with a] big headache (P.S. drinking is not really that cool; it’s cool when you condemn it for the first 22 years of your life, then it becomes not cool, then it becomes ok when you moderate yourself) and I started writing everything positive I could think of. [...] Snails was, in Sam’s mind, supposed to be a 2 minute kid’s song, [but] I wrote so much that there was no going back. I thought that was it — Snails solved all of my problems.

It didn’t get that far either. Nothing could shake the depression, [and] I really started to worry about myself. Here I want to feel great, but I only feel terrible, [and] a few months later it got really really bad. I had to go to my parents house that night, I didn’t want to be at my house. I wanted to feel like a kid.

It’s funny how we always want to be adults when we're younger. We want to drive cars, we want to have girlfriends. I still didn’t consider myself an adult — all I wanted was to come home, be tucked in, know that everything was going to be alright. I woke up the next day [and found out] she met someone new. I’ve got to figure myself out…

In the meantime, we've got 4 songs we are recording over at our friend Aaron’s house (he is an amazing producer and [...] musician, and his house and his roommates have gotten me through a lot of tough times. They’re some of the only people I know who would rather spend their Saturdays getting dinner and watching a movie instead of going to a party. I like that). All of this turmoil in my relationship was going on at the time, and I was trying to write side two [but] I couldn’t. There was more fuel to side one. These songs have to be done, so I wrote about what I knew, and at that point I knew how to feel terrible.

So much for side two. Dog Problems is going to be one giant mess of depression and "look what you’ve done to me".

Atlantic got those four songs, as well as a few others. They were not psyched, to say the least, but some people at the label actually cared about it enough to say "go record". So we were able to pick our producer, we met with a few people, talked to a few more. Things were looking up. Dog Problems was going to happen.

I remember meeting Steve McDonald at his house — Sam and I were excited to be [there] because we knew his wife Anna would probably be there. Anna was the lead singer/songwriter for a band we used to obsess about called "That Dog", her brother was one of the ten drummers in the world that I actually liked, so Steve couldn't be so bad. And he wanted to produce our record, so he had to be pretty cool!

He was just that, and more. Sam and I were eating every word that came out of his mouth. He had stories; he was young, hip, energetic, and yet very all knowing. We saw someone that was going to let us do whatever we wanted to do, and in the meantime he was going to make us laugh and make sure we didn't lose our minds. From that point on, I knew there was someone I could always trust. I made a friend pretty quick.

Things were moving forward. Steve McDonald was to be the producer. I hated Los Angeles so there was no way in hell I was going to record there, [so] we decided Palm Springs would be perfect. Weird, but perfect. I had a phone conversation with Steve that night and we were finalizing everything. I was going to call Atlantic in the morning and let them know just how everything was going to work, [but] I didn't get that far.

I was sleeping in a blowup bed at the house when my phone rang. I didn’t wake up and answer like it was my roommate and he was coming into my room to use my shower, [because] this call felt different. Right away, I was awake.

It was our manager: "You’ve been dropped."

When I heard that, the first thought going through my mind wasn’t "Oh man...how are we going to be famous now and make boat loads of money?" It was more like "fuck...but Dog Problems. We were supposed to go make Dog Problems."

The thing is, Atlantic wasn’t into Dog Problems. They were into whatever it was they thought we were. Never had The First Single made more sense — what was supposed to be a song about getting the band started and doing something with it had actually turned into a song about how stuck we were in the labels eyes because of the song. I was past that; we're proud of something we wrote when we were 19 and 20, but when I think of music, I think of progression.

I think of all of the wonderful records I had been introduced to when I had nothing to do riding in a van. I think of all of the new influences, all the instruments, all of the "How did they do that?" And I think of how much it gets me through everything.

Music has been the consecutive[ly] great[est] thing in my life. It’s been that one thing, and with Dog Problems, it wasn’t about "I want everyone to sing along because I can write a catchy song." It was about feeling. It was paying tribute to all of the bands that we obsessively listened to. It was for Harry Nilsson and Van Dyke Parks, it was for Jellyfish and XTC. It was our way of saying thanks for making our lives better, whether it be lyrically or musically. It was never about being something, being told something, and sticking to something. It was an adventure, for the artist and for the listener.

[And] they didn't get that. They wanted the old record, the old songs, just with different words and a few different chords here and there. They didn’t care about Snails or Dog problems [or] what it meant to write those songs. They knew it wasn't going to be huge; the guitars were not big enough (if big guitars are your thing that’s fine, it’s just not really our thing right now); it wasn’t going to be competitive, and so they dropped us. And rightfully so: we weren’t going to change, and obviously the major label business is never going to change, [so] now it comes down to who goes down first. And we weren’t ready to go down.

Sam and I had conversations about it, whether the business end of things have been fucking with us so much that we'll never be sane enough to just enjoy it. We thought about getting out — it wasn’t [be]cause we hated each other, or the songs; it was because we hated the business.

Steve called to let us know that he was still onboard, label or not, [and] we let him know we were still on board. We were going to make this record, [and] I was going to feel great! But the record was going to cost something. How could we afford it?

We were lucky that we had a management company like Nettwerk. Not only are they the most forward-thinking music business people around, [but] they’re also (for the most part) Canadian. Oh, and they care a shit load about the music we make. They could have waited for the ship to sink, but they told us they would pay for the record if need be. Fortunately, we were able to get money for getting dropped — Atlantic actually paid us to leave, so we could afford the recording ourselves. The only stipulation was that it had to be done quicker, and when you want something quick, you have to go to the "right here, right now" capitol of the world: Los Angeles. I was a little irked at the thought at first, then Steve said it was his personal goal to make LA a wonderful city for me. Like I said, I would jump off a cliff if Steve said it was the best way to get coffee, but I wasn’t jumping off of cliffs. I was too excited to make Dog Problems, [so] LA it was.

Sam and I moved to the "Silver Palace" in Silverlake California in the middle of December. We found an amazing studio in Burbank, California and an amazing engineer in Ken Sluiter, and our goal was to just do everything free from a record label and someone constantly messing up the recording process by saying things like "that’s not high octave enough". The only pressure we had at all was from our manager saying "You have a tour you accepted in March, [so] get it done by then.” Other than that, it was me, Sam, Steve, and Ken working 13 hours a day for 6 days a week.

It became our lives we were putting so much of ourselves into. Everyone that worked and played on the record was the same way when they were there contributing. I would leave the studio at 2 in the morning and wake up at 10 to be at the studio by 11. There was no free time — the four of us were so invested in this. We all bought into the concept.

In the meantime, things outside of the studio were getting interesting. We had a lot of labels calling and constantly asking about it. During one week of recording, I remember at least 3 different label people coming down to the studio. Our minds weren’t made up as to what we were doing with the record once it was recorded — all we wanted to do was finish it — but we kept our options open and let people sit in the big chair and listen to what we had been working on. The response was overwhelmingly positive, but we didn’t really think about it too much beyond the compliments we were receiving. Sam and I got used to LA — I was 10 minutes away from where I had been the previous summer when I was back "on" in my “on and off" relationship. I was ten minutes from her, she was calling every day, I was singing about it… but how was it not getting to me? Why did I not care?

My phone was off. I woke up in Silverlake one morning and started wondering why for the last month I had a smile on my face. Sure, I was down at times, but the thing that had been bringing me down for 3 years was now the last thing on my mind. Apparently, it had been that way for awhile. Something that took 3 years to get over… I was finally just okay with it. No big realization — just the fact that things happen. People make mistakes. And I came out of it alright. I was good; not great… I was good, and that felt good.

I wasn’t looking for great anymore. I was okay. The last song on Dog Problems is all about that. Here, this record was supposed to be the downs, and the ups, and it ended with the middle: the realization that I don’t need to be talking; I don’t need to be locked in my room — I need to enjoy what’s going on around me. And if things go wrong, they go wrong. There’s always tomorrow.

Dog Problems means so much to me in so many different ways. I’ve never been more proud of anything in my life. I cried so many times during the making of the record. All the money I had spent on therapy, and all I had to do was go make a record, realize that I’m alright, and realize that I made something that I’ll forever be proud of.

Shit… the record was supposed to be about how California can change you for the worse, [but] it played a huge part in doing the opposite!

So as we were putting the finishing touches on the record (all our friends came in and recorded! A ton of people we admired came and worked on the record! All of their responses were so positive that it's hard not to get an ego about it. These are the people I worship. They’re the ones I wanted to pay tribute to, and they think we've made something unique and special. It’s like Michael Jordan telling you that you have a nice jump shot (no more sports references… I swear I’m done)) and we started to think about what we were going to do with it. How we were going to release it. Labels were getting pretty into it, and we knew we would have to make a decision soon.

After much debate and discussion, we decided that the record was something we had made completely on our own, so why not release it completely on our own? Nettwerk was going to take care of the distribution so it would have a major label distro. It would be inside all of the Best Buys; what more did we want? We didn’t want a big fat check — we did that last time. It made us miserable, and nothing came out of it. Barely anyone at the labels helped us, we weren’t making music videos, our songs weren’t on the radio, so why would we take their criticism? After all, everything that we’ve done — any success we’ve had is from being real people who make music. From showing up to play, from 3 years on the road.

On Interventions [+ Lullabies], there might have been an Elektra logo on the back of the record, but it ended right there. We were the ones SHOWING people who we were. I wouldn’t have it any other way — no one knows us better than ourselves, so why not release it ourselves? To me, it’s not only a testament to the hard work we put into the band (Mike, Don, Marko, Toco, everyone else involved in putting these songs to life — you guys are the best thing we have. It’s pretty special when your best friends are some of the most talented musicians), but I really feel like the people who come to our shows are such good people that they don’t give a fuck what label it’s on.

They are there because we are doing something positive, and because we care about them as much as they care about us. So for the time being we've said "fuck the middleman": we're the only people we can blame at this point. I’m so tired of even talking about major labels and the split and everything like this. The music is the only thing I care about. Dog Problems is the only thing I care about, so why let someone else ruin it?

The Vanity Label was born.

The record got finished. We had no time to rehearse, and we had to go right back out to tour. Our first show before the Motion City Soundtrack tour was in Nashville — I remember the last time we were in Nashville, there were about ten kids. Reuben’s accomplice kept asking them why they hate whales, so we figured why not go there and get some of the rust out of the way. After all, we haven't toured in a year so there should be like 3 kids there; we can mess up if need be.

Unfortunately, we were not allowed to mess up. On a Sunday night in Nashville, with Ted Leo playing across the street (I <3 Ted), our first headlining show outside of Arizona in almost a year was over sold out. What the fuck happened?

We thought we were going to have to play for another 3 years just to get back to where we were when we left, and yet it’s sold out on a Sunday night? It didn’t end there either — the whole tour went like that… night after night ("nite after nite?"). I couldn't believe it. As if having Dog Problems wasn’t enough, now we have people showing their support in the most positive way: coming to the shows, being there from the only thing they knew before. Those two months were such good months. It was the last thing I expected. Thanks so much to all the bands that played with us, and thanks so much for everyone that came to the shows and sang along. We'll be back in July.

In the meantime, things were going great on the Vanity Label front. Business actually felt natural. We are shooting a video with the directors we had always dreamed of doing a video with (it won’t be serious...no pouty face). There were magazines like AP and online magazines like AP taking notice, supporting the whole idea and concept. We actually took press photos. I’ve never been through any of this before, it’s exciting. I don’t think it’s going to change who we are, not one bit, but it’s still exciting to see people who can help out actually help out.

So where does that leave me now? Sitting on my bed. I’ve rambled for hours, the air still doesn't work, and I’ve been told that Dog Problems (something that isn't supposed to come out till July) has been leaked. Not the best news when you just got out of the pool, but it happens. I freaked out at first — I thought I was going to lock myself in my room. After all, this is something that we spent over two years making. It’s something that you have to take the time… listen to in headphones… play loud… listen to in order of the tracks… the artwork… Sam did the best artwork he has ever done. The packaging is something we paid extra for because Sam’s concept was so brilliant, and now… it’s leaked on the internet? I was locking my door, then our manager called.

"Hello?"

"We're releasing it on the website today."

"Wow."

So, here goes. You’ve read enough. I shouldn’t have to go on about it anymore, but I will say, if you wanna wait for the full hard copy release then do so. It’s July 11 — we are gonna be touring right after that — but if you want to get it now,.please do it by purchasing it right here. We released it, it’s our money, it’s our little baby — you should take the time to listen to it all the way through, free of distraction. You should turn the songs into your own. It’s an adventure, and it’s something that we put everything we have into; and if anyone deserves it first, it’s you guys who have been here with us all along.

Without further ado...

"Dog Problems"

- Nate

#dog problems #the format #nate ruess #basically: dog problems; a lyrical & musical & emotional masterpiece #i honestly feel like i don't even need to write that essay anymore wtf #4.2k words baby that took me ages to edit bc he has the WORST typing habits #every half statement is interspersed with ellipses and there are no apostrophes and everything was no caps lmaooo #moving on #this is absolutely my favorite album ever and holy shit #finally reading this post in its entirety gave me so much more insight it's wild #i'm like so fucking emotional help jhfhbjgfhsdkg #i'm just glad he's doing alright now and having a good time even if music isn't a big part of his life anymore #and i also feel like i understand the breaking up of fun. a lot more as well #hell i just really understand nate ruess in general a lot more and it's really nice #bc he's been my favorite artist for a while and i know a lot of people shit on him for his personality but like. fuck off people are people #and u know. if work permits is my favorite song so hearing shit about it makes me happy #truly makes me appreciate the album more than i already did #and makes me get why it's the only part of his discography he still actually likes #even though OBJECTIVELY SPEAKING they are all Excellent but okay then nate

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays (Chapter 7)

Happy Halloween!

Warning: Minor burns

Chapter 6 | Masterlist | Chapter 8

V- (8:04 AM) Happy first day of Halloween!

L- (8:05 AM) Virgil, it’s October 1st. Halloween isn’t for another 30 days.

V- (8:05 AM) We must be celebrating different holidays. Halloween lasts from October 1st to October 31st. For the entire month, you watch cheesy Halloween movies and decorate your home in black, purple, and orange. Spiders and bats become your daily esthetic. There are no exceptions to this rule.

P- (8:06 AM) I have arachnophobia and most of our decorations are green. Is that alright, Kiddo?

V- (8:06 AM) … There is one exception.

L- (8:07 AM) This is preposterous.

R- (8:07 AM) Calm down, Specs. Let our Dark and Stormy Knight have his holiday. We don’t want another incident of Pi Day, do we?

V- (8:08 AM) What happened on Pi Day?

P- (8:08 AM) Logan wanted to spend the day memorizing as many digits of Pi as possible. Roman told him that Pi day was only for baking pies. Logan decided to etch as many digits of pi as he could fit into the crust of a pie before baking it. Sadly, baking isn’t Lolo’s exPIEtise.

R- (8:09 AM) He almost burnt the house down. It was hilarious.

L- (8:09 AM) I will back down from this argument, if only to preserve my dignity. Since you decided to text us at 8 AM, I assume that you have plans to celebrate your “first day of Halloween?”

V- (8:10 AM) Yep. I’ve got my Scooby-Doo VHS tapes, an entire gallon of iced coffee, and enough decorations to cover every square inch of my house. Life is good.

R- (8:11 AM) Wait which tapes?

V- (8:11 AM) Zombie Island, Witch’s Ghost, Alien Invaders, and Cyber Chase. The 4 best Scooby-Doo movies to ever exist.

R- (8:12 AM) Now I REALLY wanna watch Scooby-Doo

V- (8:12 AM) What’s stopping you?

L- (8:12 AM) The desire to have a stable income

R- (8:13 AM) I’m starring as Van Helsing for our theatre’s production of Dracula. I’ve got rehearsals and performances almost every night.

V- (8:13 AM) Sorry. I’ll watch it in your stead.

R- (8:14 AM) Gee, how thoughtful of you

(October 8th)

L- (2:32 PM) Virgil, did you seriously buy MORE chocolates?

V- (2:32 PM) Do you like them?

L- (2:32 PM) That’s not the point.

L- (2:33 PM) This is the 7th set of sweets you’ve sent us in the past 8 weeks. First of all, this is extremely unhealthy. Second of all, how much money have you spent on these? Third of all, you tend to send chocolates specifically when you’re planning something that we disapprove of. So what, pray tell, are you planning this time?

V- (2:34 PM) Wow, I didn’t realize you were keeping track of that.

L- (2:34 PM) I keep track of everything. Quit ignoring the questions.

V- (2:35 PM) Okay. First of all, if they make you happy it doesn’t matter. Second of all, if it makes you happy it doesn’t matter. Third of all, if it makes you happy it doesn’t matter :)

L- (2:35 PM) …

V- (2:35 PM) Besides, you wouldn’t want me to STOP sending you sweets, would you?

L- (2:36 PM) … Curse you and your knowledge of my sweets addiction.

V- (2:36 PM) :)

(October 15th)

L- (5:47 PM) VIRGIL!

V- (5:48 PM) Hm?

L- (5:48 PM) DID YOU SERIOUSLY TP OUR HOUSE?!?!?

V- (5:49 PM) You have no proof

L- (5:50 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of a door. There is a square of TP taped to the door, the words “VIRGIL WAS TOTALLY NOT HERE” written in sharpie]

V- (5:50 PM) See? I was totally not there.

V- (5:51 PM) And I sent you pre-apology chocolates, so you can’t get mad!

L- (5:52 PM) I CAN STILL GET MAD

V- (5:52 PM) NO YOU WON’T OR I’LL STOP GETTING YOU CHOCOLATES

L- (5:53 PM) YOU WOULDN’T

V- (5:53 PM) TRY ME BITCH

R- (5:55 PM) I don’t know WHAT you did, but Logan called me, screeched your name, and hung up. Keep up the good work, storm cloud ;)

(October 22nd)

V- (3:42 PM) Hey Pat?

P- (3:42 PM) What’s up, Kiddo?

V- (3:42 PM) You bake, right?

P- (3:43 PM) It would be very hard to run a bakery if I couldn’t, Kiddo!

V- (3:43 PM) True

V- (3:43 PM) So what do you do if your cookies catch on fire?

P- (3:43 PM) WHAT

V- (3:44 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of an oven. The door is open, and inside is a tray of Pillsbury ghost sugar cookies. They are all on fire]

P- (3:44 PM) PUT IT OUT

V- (3:44 PM) HOW

P- (3:45 PM) DON’T YOU HAVE A FIRE EXTINGUISHER?!?!

V- (3:45 PM) WON’T THAT RUIN THE COOKIES?

P- (3:45 PM) THOSE COOKIES ARE GONERS. ACCEPT YOUR LOSS

V- (3:46 PM) [*Photo attachment*]

[The photo is of the same oven. The door is still open, yet the entire inside of the oven is covered in foam]

V- (3:46 PM) Now what?

P- (3:46 PM) First of all, turn off the oven.

V- (3:47 PM) Done

P- (3:47 PM) Okay. Now answer me this: HOW THE FUDGE DID YOU MANAGE TO CATCH PREMADE SUGAR COOKIES ON FIRE???

V- (3:48 PM) I DON’T KNOW! I JUST PUT THEM IN THE OVEN AND SUDDENLY THEY WERE ON FIRE

L- (3:48 PM) Are you alright, Virgil? Did you sustain any burns or other injuries?

P- (3:48 PM) HOLY STARS I SHOULD’VE ASKED! ARE YOU OKAY VIRGIL?

V- (3:49 PM) I’m fine. I burned my wrist but it’s not that bad.

L- (3:49 PM) Will you please send a picture of your injury?

V- (3:49 PM) [*Photo attachment*]

[The photo is of a left hand. The hand is long, slender, and pale. The nails are long and painted black with cat noses and whiskers. The person’s wrist has a minor burn wound, around the size of a golf ball]

L- (3:50 PM) You are correct, Virgil. It appears to be a minor burn, no need to contact the hospital. However, I would greatly appreciate it if you tend to your burn at your earliest convenience.

P- (3:50 PM) Go wrap up that burn, kiddo! Make sure you add burn cream, too!

P- (3:51 PM) AND OH MY GOSH I LOVE YOUR NAILS! They’re PAWsitively PURRfect!

L- (3:51 PM) Please stop

P- (3:52 PM) Alright. Wouldn’t wanna have a CATastrophe, would we?

L- (3:52 PM) Please. I beg of you.

V- (3:53 PM) Okay, all patched up. What do I do about my cookies?

L- (3:53 PM) Make sure your oven has fully cooled down before attempting to clean it.

P- (3:54 PM) AND DON’T DO THAT EVER AGAIN, MISTER!

P- (3:54 PM) You nearly gave me a heart attack!

V- (3:55 PM) Sorry, won’t happen again.

L- (3:55 PM) I assume that this means you will be buying post-apology sweets? I assure you that it is unnecessary, Virgil. Your health and safety are more important than confectionaries.

L- (3:57 PM) Virgil?

L- (3:57 PM) Please refrain from buying more sweets.

L- (3:58 PM) I’ve already gained 3.4 pounds alone from these “Gifts”

V- (3:58 PM) Too late, already bought them

P- (3:58 PM) You don’t have to, Kiddo!

P- (3:59 PM) And Lolo, don’t blame V on your weight gain. I know Ro’s not the only one sneaking whole jars of jelly from the cabinets at night.

L- (3:59 PM) Virgil, how much are you spending on these sweets?

V- (4:00 PM) Would it help if I said that I get a discount since I purchase chocolates almost weekly?

L- (4:00 PM) VIRGIL

V- (4:01 PM) :)

R- (6:58 PM) Why does all the interesting stuff happen while I’m at work?

V- (6:59 PM) Get wrecked Princey

R- (6:59 PM) :(

V- (7:00 PM) Don’t worry I got you sweets too

R- (7:00 PM) :)

(October 24th)

L- (2:32 PM) VIRGIL!

V- (2:33 PM) Did you get your sweets? Send me a pick! I didn’t get to see the end result

P- (2:33 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of three vases, each of different colors. The light blue vase is filled with tulips made of white chocolate. There are also chocolate-covered straberry and a giant chocolate lollipop with the words “I appreciate you a chocoLOT!” The red vase is filled with milk chocolate roses and another chocolate lollipop that says “Good luck slaying Vampires!” The navy blue vase is the most elaborate (probably just to mess with Logan). It’s filled with dark chocolate tulips AND roses, with a whole jar of crofters nestled into the middle of the bouquet. It’s lollipop reads “Weight and Cost are just #s!”]

P- (2:34 PM) These are ADORABLE, Virgil!

L- (2:34 PM) How much did you spend on this, Virgil?

V- (2:34 PM) Did you not read your lollipop?

V- (2:35 PM) Don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t buy the chocolates if I couldn’t afford them :)

L- (2:35 PM) My digestive system can’t afford them.

V- (2:36 PM) Well I couldn’t give you pre-apology chocolates so I had to give you epic post-apology chocolates.

P- (2:37 PM) Well, I cannot wait to eat these! Seriously, I’ve already eaten half a tulip. And these vases will look so pretty holding ACTUAL flowers! Thank you so much, V! But remember, you don’t have to do this. We don’t need apology sweets!

V- (2:38 PM) I know, but it’s comforting to know that there’s at least ONE way I can interact with you guys beyond texting. I’m sorry that I’m still not comfortable talking face-to-face yet.

P- (2:38 PM) That’s completely fine, Kiddo! Take all the time you need. We’ll be here when you’re ready.

L- (2:39 PM) I agree.Though I still do not see the purpose of excessive spending on our behalf.

R- (2:39 PM) Well I find it extremely thoughtful, storm cloud. I would type an entire ballad of how caring and kind you are, but I must get back to work. I shall speak with you tonight, fair raven.

V- (2:40 PM) Thanks, guys. It means a lot to me.

(October 31st)

L- (10:17 AM) How are you feeling about your “final day of Halloween,” Virgil?

V- (10:18 AM) Incredibly depressed

P- (10:18 AM) Aww. Why’s that, Kiddo?

V- (10:19 AM) You guys know how I travel around with my friends, right?

V- (10:19 AM) Well apparently we have to travel out today. We won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.

R- (10:20 AM) I’m deeply sorry, my precious stormcloud. If I may ask, why do you have to travel tonight?

V- (10:20 AM) My friends like to go to parties out of town, and I go to make sure they don’t get themselves killed.

P- (10:21 AM) I’m sorry you have to miss Halloween, Kiddo. I know how much you were looking forward to it.

V- (10:22 AM) I’m still gonna wear my costume. Just because I can’t celebrate at home doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate at all.

L- (10:22 AM) What costume have you decided to wear?

V- (10:23 AM) [*Photo attachment*]

[Photo is the bottom half of someone’s face. They’re smiling, with black lipstick and fake Vampire teeth. There’s red liquid running down their chin.]

P- (10:23 AM) That looks FANGtastic, Virgil!

L- (10:23 AM) I hope you have an amenable experience at the party, Virgil.

R- (10:24 AM) I agree! You look amazing and I hope you enjoy the party, storm cloud. Do not worry, I will watch The Nightmare Before Christmas in your stead!

V- (10:25 AM) Wow I feel so grateful

R- (10:25 AM) :)

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empressarcana · 3 years

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Not really a surprise at this point, but yay surprise-not surprise Armie energy check in! I recorded this on the 28th of November for Armie’s lunar return. 😊 His moon is in Gemini (full moon in Gemini Nov. 30th) and I wanted to see what were the current energies around Armie at the moment. I hope you’ll enjoy this special reading! You’ve got this, Armie. ❤️

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mitsuki-murakami · 4 years

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zero o’clock [Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader]

“Hello, hello. I’m glad you survived the 2018 tumblr purge.

It’s been a long time since I sent in a request *cracks knuckles* Can you do #3 from the dialogue prompt for Oikawa or Kuroo (your choice) making a mistake? This gonna be gud.

#3: “How could you think that this wouldn’t hurt me?”

Requested by: @thenerdyrebel

Hello!! This is Kuroo’s version of the same prompt! I wanted to do both Kuroo and OIkawa for this prompt considering this came in so late huhu I hope this makes up for it! Thank you for your patience uwu

Warning: ANGSt angst but also a lot of fluff

***

Light flashes through the curtains of the window, illuminating the blanket that’s somewhat wrapped around your limbs entangled with Kuroo’s.

Thunder follows.

You feel him pull you closer to you, placing your head right on the curve of his chest, where you used to voluntarily nestle in during nights like this. Tonight was a different case. You hadn’t even considered sleeping in the same bed as him. Not after that huge argument that you just had with him. But as soon as the rain poured, there was no way that Kuroo was going to allow you to go someplace else by yourself. You didn’t even agree to his offer to drive you home, reasoning that it was going to slippery to safely drive.

He gave you the bed early on that night. He didn’t mind sleeping on the couch. That worked until the rain got stronger and thunder started to rattle the walls of your shared bedroom. You contemplated for a good minute or so, thinking if you should ask him to stay beside you until you fell asleep. But as soon as you cracked open the door to the living room, you found him awake, waiting for you to ask him to come inside.

No words were spoken. Only the rustling of sheets and the tired ruffling of his hair was heard from Kuroo. You briefly met with his hazel eyes in the darkness but he avoided from staring too long. No need for longing gazes that would give away everything. He didn’t want to know what this meant. Hoping would only mean that it would hurt more. All he focused on was the fact that you needed him tonight, and he would oblige.

Even if the very thought of you in the arms of someone else on a night like this clawed at him more viciously than he thought it would.

Sounds of each other’s erratic breathing filled the room. Sleep wasn’t going to come easy for either of you. The only thing that made sense at that moment was that the two of you savored the moment that the both of you were longing for in ages. So you hugged back, moving upwards to bury your face onto the crook of his neck instead. Your breaths tickled his neck while he moved to run his fingers through your hair, effectively causing your eyes to flutter shut momentarily, its last view being the red glare of the clock on the bedside reading 23:46.

The thunder no longer came, but he was still holding onto you for dear life.

Your eyes opened to see 00:00 blinking across the room. It was then that you decided to sit up. Both of you were calm enough, but not relaxed enough to be able to get some sleep. Although you wanted to stay in his arms forever, you knew that this wouldn’t fix any of the wounds that you both left on each other after fighting. Talking would. Understanding what you did wrong to make him say those things would.

You pulled yourself from his arms, propping yourself up on one of your elbows. You attempted to sit up, but you looked to see that Kuroo’s hand was wrapped around your other arm. You wanted to only glance at him, but his eyes held your gaze in place, seeming as if it were glowing in the darkness. It was glassy.

“Don’t leave. Me.” His voice cracked in the middle of his sentence. Maybe from disuse, but most likely because he was breaking. The view of you hovering over him despite your attention being somewhere else was piercing.

A sigh left you. You leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I won’t. I love you. I just want to talk.” The breath that he had been holding since you had moved was released. He slowly let go of your arm with the guidance of your hand. You untangled your legs from his and removed the blanket from your lap.

You finally sat up and hugged your legs and rested your chin on your knees. You weren’t completely facing him and instead stared at the clock that read 00:02. Kuroo was still lying on the bed, his eyes never leaving you, as you waited until 00:05 to muster up the courage to speak.

“I’m sorry I made you think that I was,” you paused. You couldn’t even say the words.

“Cheating on me.”

“Yeah.”

“I wouldn’t think that if you’d only tell me where you’ve been for the past two nights.” He responded quickly, shifting until he could lean against the headboard, his hands resting on his stomach. “Don’t even try to tell me that you were at work--”

“And if I was? You can look at how many hours I’ve logged in that stupid place.”

“Who the hell works until 11?” He retorted through gritted teeth.

“If you knew better you’d know that the answer was me.”

“I--God. I want to believe you but you’re making it so hard for me to do that.” You glanced at him again. He was curled away now, too. You then buried your face in your hands to try to stop yourself from sobbing, but you failed.

“I knew that I could handle this job as soon as I got it, I really did. Turns out I could handle it more than any intern ever could. But the only thing I couldn’t handle was this stupid jerk of a resident and I just--”

“Hey. hey, no,” he called as he removed your hands from your face to wipe away the tears that came. “Don’t cry, okay? It’s okay, we can fix this.” You calmed down and leaned into his touch, sniffling.

“I can go there first thing in the morning and talk to whoever this jerk is and--” you flinched away, causing him to stop midway.

“And ruin everything I worked so hard for? See, this is why I can’t tell you these kinds of things! You always immediately take it upon yourself to protect me like I’m a damsel in distress when I don’t need you to!”

“And you don’t hide everything from me and shoulder things like you have to do this all on your own?” That made you pause.

“Whether you realize it or not, we’re in a relationship. This works only if you talk to me. From there I’ll know how to help you, because you’re not alone, okay? I can and I will do this with you.”

“You just care so much don’t you?” You shot back, sarcasm dripping. “I don’t need your help with this. Half the time I’m stressing myself out trying to do my job and the other half I spend trying to not show you how stressed out I am because you always react like I want you to fix everything for me!”

He pulled away from you in disbelief, “I’m just trying to help you--”

“I’m telling you I don’t need you!” You replied, all the pent up stress and exhaustion for the past week shooting out all at once.

He tried to avert his gaze to hide the tears threatening to spill over, but he wasn’t quick enough.

“No, Tetsurou, I-I didn’t mean that, I swear.” You attempted to reach out to him, but it was like there was a barrier stopping you.

Cold ran throughout your veins, causing you to start shuddering. How do I take it back? How do I take everything back?

“Just like you didn’t mean to ignore my calls? My messages reminding you to eat your lunch? My asking you to eat one meal with me after you’ve locked yourself in this room for almost two days to ‘catch up’ on some reading?” His words were momentarily cut off with a bitter laugh, as if all of this was some sort of sick joke that he didn’t want to participate in.

“I know you don’t think you don’t need my help, but honestly? If I wasn’t hovering over you for the past month, you’d probably be stuck in the same hospital ward you spend so much time running around in, but you would be the patient instead.”

“I know how much you value your job and how much you overcame to even land it, but how could you think that you need to hide how much you were running yourself ragged, to me? You’re killing yourself over this job. You’re hurting yourself so much to prove that I don’t need to worry over you, but how could you think that this wouldn’t hurt me?”

You were rendered speechless. He was right. He was right-- you had no clue how much it hurt him to watch you neglect yourself, to watch how you neglected to let him take care of you even though he was well within his rights to act like he had been acting.

Kuroo no longer hid his face. He stared outside the window, his fists clutching hard on the blanket that laid on his lap to the point where it turned white. He almost knocked himself out to not choke on his own sobs, and still, one escaped, wrecking his frame.

You took it as a sign to wrap your arms around his middle, resting your forehead on his. You held him there, even if he didn’t move at all, except for the occasional hitching of his breath. The tension faded away and the silence that was once so testing morphed into one of comfort.

Eventually, his hands found its way to your face, reaching towards the back of your neck to tug you closer to him. Glad that he was finally holding you, the tear tracks on your face that were about to dry up suddenly dampened again.

“Thank you,” you managed to breathe out despite the lump in your throat becoming increasingly more difficult to swallow. “Thank you for taking care of me, Tetsurou.”

He didn’t respond, instead he only leaned back enough to see your face slightly illuminated by the street lights outside. He wiped your tears before he nestled his forehead against yours again, closing his eyes at the warmth that spread across his body from your touch.

“I’m sorry. I love you. I love you so much.” You took one of his hands and held it between yours, pressing his knuckles against your lips. It was one of your ways to show your affection to each other. Be it less intimate than a kiss, or a hug even, it showed that you appreciated the efforts that you made for each other. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner.”

“I know.”

“I’ll be better, I promise. I’ll take fewer shifts, I’ll even talk to the chief if I have to--”

“I know, I love you too.”

The thunder returned later on, waking you. But there was no need to think if you should ask him to stay beside you to fall asleep. He was right there beside you, awake and aware of your anxiousness. He wrapped himself around you almost instantly, covering your eyes by pulling you to his chest and covering your ears with his hands.

That night, you laid across him, instead of it being the other way around. Usually, it would be Kuroo who would put as much weight as he could on you without crushing you so he’d know when you’d leave his side in the morning. Tonight was a different case.

In the morning, Kuroo would finally wake up with you beside him. He would no longer have to frantically search for you in the house only for him to find that you had already gone to work.

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Thank you for reading!

Hello!! How is everyone doing? I hope yall are healthy and safe!!

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goblinmanifesto · 3 years

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Ive already accidentally deleted this once so fucking kill me (I forgot to save it).

⚠️TW FOR ANXIETY, TOURETTES, SLIGHT SELF HARM⚠️

But this is my post for @doinmybesthere Mental Health Awareness May collab! I will be doing Bokuto Koutarou. To explain a bit, to cope with bullshit that is life, I accidentally made myself a coping mechanism that I loving refer to as the ‘Klaus Hargreeves‘ (if you know anything about that character, you already know where my mental state is) because I can’t remember what my therapist said the actual name for it was. To put it simply, it’s like overactive day dreaming. I act out and create scenarios in my head to comfort myself, most of the time using characters or real people as an enabler for the comfort I wish to gain. Side effects being; if caught, considered crazy, sometimes don’t realize I’m doing it which can lead to awkward situations, sometimes I fuck up what’s real and what’s not. So, in these little stories, I will be retelling scenarios I have created through this coping mechanism that relate to both Bokuto and my mental problems! Each will be labeled with what they deal with so you can skip the one that might trigger you. Enjoy and happy reading! (I WILL ALSO BE MENTIONING AND USING STIMMING) ((I will probably use this to make other fics like this in the future mentioning my other ~stuff~ but in the meantime this is all I want to do so enjoy!))

⚠️LAST TW⚠️

1. ~Anxiety, Self harm, Mentions of Stimming~ He should’ve been home an hour ago! I was pacing in the living room, shaking hands holding my phone. It was 7:13 and Koutarou was supposed to be home at 6:00. I was spiraling and I could feel it, but I didn't know what to do about it. Id sent him text after text, but he was yet to respond. I glanced at my cell, only stopping my frantic shuffling to focus my attention on reading the screen;

Hey, is practice running late? [6:11] When do you think you’ll be home? [6:15] Are you there? [6:19] Koutarou??????? [6:23] Kou pick up your damn phone! [6:27] Did something happen???!! [6:34] Is everything okay?! [6:39] Are you mad or something??? [6:47] Bokuto Koutarou I’m dead serious where are you?!?!?! [6:53] Bo-ku-to!!!! [6:59] Koutarou it’s been hour please text me [7:07] Koutarou!!! [7:12] -Unread-

My eyes scanned the messages again, not leaving the blue screen until until my shin collided with the side of the coffee table. I hadn’t even realized I had started pacing again. I checked the texts I had sent to Akaashi as well, since I knew he was at that practice too, but I hadn’t gotten any responses from him either. Slipping my phone screen up onto the table I continued my pacing, not even processing when my finger nails found their way under my teeth, and how when they left my mouth to scratch at my neck or claw at my shirt, my teeth resorted to gnawing at my lip instead, tearing up the thin skin. All habits I was trying to kill but didn’t have enough brain power to focus on not doing them. My eyes constantly searched the driveway for the headlights of any car, any car at all, but they always came up with nothing. It was 7:24 when my phone struck with the sound of text, the bing of anticipation sent me diving for, and consequently almost dropping, my phone in an attempt to find out if it was Koutarou. It was!

-Read-

Im so sorry!! Yes practice did end up running late! But something else happened and I

wasn’t able to text you! I’m not mad about

anything I promise!! What happened is also

minor and nothing to worry about and I’ll explain when I get home in about ten

[7:21] minutes!! I’m so sorry!! -Read-

I sighed, relieved, the weight on my chest and in my head dissolved and I felt like I could finally breathe again. Though, as I came down from my anxiety rush, I became aware of a lot of things all at once. The first was a good deal of pain. From knocking my leg into a table and pacing for over an hour, to bitten lips and nails, and my scraped neck. I groaned, I need to get a better handle on this.

But that wasnt important. Koutarou was okay and on his way home! I waited at the window, feeling a bit like a dog waiting on its owner (that was a kink joke yes), and leaped to the front door when I saw his car in the driveway. Throwing open the door, I pulled him inside the second I could get my hands on him and pulled him through the doorway. The moment he was inside, I shoved myself into his arms in a tight hug, so glad he was okay. He returned the hug and held me tightly, I let out a shuddering breathe and he let out comforting sounds I sometimes use to stim. “Hey, hey, hey, I’m so sorry to have you worry, it was about Akaashi! We were running extra practice with a handful of the other guys and I literally had half a text to you written out when he a spike to the face! I was the only one left with a car so I drove him to hospital! I’m so sorry you are so worried you sent like 15 texts! I’m so-“ I cut him short with a hand over his mouth since that was one of the only ways to get him to stop talking. “Kou, it’s okay, I understand, it just really scared me ‘is all-“ he pried my hand off his face but held it in his own.

”I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t apologize for it, whether I was in complete control of the situation or not! Which I was not, by the way, no control what-so-fucking-ever, I had four other guys in the car and one of them was bleeding and concussed, it was chaos!!” His eyes were wide and he went off on the stress of the situation and, for a moment, I forgot that it was 7:26 at night on a Thursday and I had a biology test in the morning, and that Koutarou just got home and I hadn’t even eaten yet and all the other things that werent right in the world. Everything was fine in that moment. But that ended when Koutarou took a good hard look at me. The redness and scratch marks on my neck, the bitten to bleeding finger nails, the small bruise forming on my shin, my blotchy face and my probably-way-too-red lips. He stopped dead in his words and I felt my eyebrows scrunch up.

“Whats wrong?-“

“You did the things again didn’t you?!” He sounded distressed and his broad shoulders sunk. Koutarous hands rubbed my shoulders as he stared into my eyes with the most concerned look I’d ever seen. He pulled me back to his chest again and promised it wouldn’t happen again.

7:46, Koutarou insisted on taking care of my ‘injuries’ since he was who I was having anxiety over anyway. I protested a little, but gave up when he gave me the baby-owl eyes.

First, he had wrapped bandaids on my fingers. Thankfully, they were black, and I made a comment on it was like a 2-second manicure just to hear him chuckle.

Then, Kou applied a moisturizer to my neck. “Kou, I can do this myself-“

”Nope! I insist!”

”I’m not a child-“

”Don’t care, I’m doing it so just shush up and let me do what I need to do!”

Next, he made me apply ice to my bruise even though it was tiny and caused by a damn two-foot-tall coffee table.

Lastly, he gave me chapstick. Again, wouldn’t let me do it myself, so I made several sarcastic remarks to make him blush, all working quite well. Koutarou had to tell me to stop giggling multiple times so I could stay still.

”Alright, are you done playing nurse?”

”Forgive me for wanting to take care of you!!” He stuck his tongue out at me with an audible “bleh!” and I cackled.

”You are forgiven, Nurse Bokuto.”

2. ~Tourette’s, Stimming~ My neck painfully popped when it jerked to the left, my tics had been bad all day and I no clue why. Could be exams, or the fucking toaster for all I knew. I hissed, rubbing at my neck and adjusting the water can I almost dropped, trying to continue about my Saturday.

It was obnoxious, really, having to me-proof everything around in case I end up kicking it, dropping it, or hitting it. My joints constantly cracking and snapping and jolting in the strangest ways at any given moment. Sometimes repeating what people say back at them in perfect mirror-like fashion. Though that last one can be kind of funny.

Clicking my toungue to make nice noises to try and stim the tic away, I returned back to my plants. I could feel them chuckling at me and, in that moment, I understood everything about Crowley from ‘Good Omens’.

I heard the door unlock in the other room and I put my can down as a precaution and peeked out of the doorway.

A moment later, Koutarou popped through the door after his morning jog. He called out; “Hey, hey, hey!” as a greeting.

I felt my hands go up behind my head and I thought Oh gods dammit, and then my jaw jutted forward in a very unattractive way and I repeated his phrase in the same manner as him, then immediately dropped, as my body decreed.

I groaned, looking up at him, who looked slightly bewildered at my little madness ritual. His hair laid flat on his head, he had chosen not to mess with it this morning, much to my delight, his amber eyes a little wide and his eyebrows raised. He was barely even in the house yet.

We just kind of stared at each other for a hot second before I awkwardly waved ‘hello’ and cracked a weird grin. He grinned back, his more pleasant than mine. Walking over, he opened his arms for a hug, and I accepted, since he wasn’t all that sweaty this time around, and it was the least I could do since he had to witness that.

Koutarou planted a kiss on the top of my head, cheering “Good morning!”

I muttered a response into his shirt.

“One of those days, huh?” I nodded.

“Coffee? I think we have muffins in the cabinet?” I nodded again and he lead me into the kitchen to set up some breakfast. It was 9:00 am on a Saturday after all. A weird Saturday, but watching Koutarou finagle through the cabinets, it couldn’t be that bad.

That is all for now! Have a wonderful day and I am going to sleep for three years see y’all (edited: June 18 2021, because I can’t spell)

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eternallyrisen · 3 years

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6:00 AM - Wake up

Delano wakes up with a start. He rolls onto his back with a quiet hiss. What is it this time? What woke him up? Rats in the walls? Uneasy dream? Does it matter?

6:05 AM - Breakfast

Delano pours kibble into Fang and Spike’s bowls before he cooks bacon for himself. While the bacon cooks, he prepares a cup of instant coffee to go with his breakfast.

06:15 AM - Shower

He didn’t shower the previous night, so he has to shower now. The soap stings on where his skin broke last night while he was straining against the restraints.

06:20 AM - Leave the apartment

Delano pockets his phone, keys and wallet, recalls Fang and Spike into their pokeballs, gets his shoes on and steps out. After making sure his door is closed and locked, he makes his way out. Surprisingly, he doesn’t meet any neighbours passed out on the stairs or in the corridors, nor his landlord, who likes to stop Delano to complain about his habits. Coming home too late, being too noisy or paying rent too late, accusing him of feeding the rattatas in the walls.

06:30 AM - Second breakfast

Delano’s a big man. A little bacon and a cup of coffee never keeps him full for long. On his way to work, he stops by a konbini and gets a sandwich, along with an iced coffee from a vending machine.

06:40 AM - Arrive at work

Delano lets himself into Celadon Game Corner by the staff entrance at the back. He makes a beeline to the locker room and to his locker. Unceremoniously, he changes to work clothes.

06:45 AM - Doing the rounds

Delano checks that the Game Corner is as he left it last night. Everything seems to be in order, no one broke in last night. He meets some grunts on their way to the HQ through the secret entrance.

06:55 AM - Coffee

Delano gets a cup of coffee before opening.

07:00 AM - Open Game Corner

Delano will never understand why Game Corner has to be opened at seven fucking AM, but those are the rules. What Delano will also never understand is how and why there already are people waiting to get in and gamble. He hopes those people will get better soon.

1:00 PM - Lunch

After he makes sure someone competent will be left to watch for things, Delano steps out to get a bento box and a protein milkshake from a nearby konbini. He also gets an energy drink, but saves it for later.

1:23 PM - More caffeine

Delano notices he’s starting to nod off, so it’s time for the energy drink.

4:00 PM - Shift ends

Delano’s work days are mostly uneventful, and today is no exception. Delano’s shift ends without a hitch and he’s free to go. He changes back to his casual clothes and leaves.

4:10 PM - Class

Since Delano missed out on lots of education in his teens, he’s trying to make up for it now. He’s not having much success, to be honest.

6:10 PM - Groceries

Delano stops by a konbini and gets dinner supplies.

6:20 PM - Home again

Delano beelines to the kitchen and releases the dogs from their balls. They get fed before Delano starts cooking himself a simple dinner.

6:45 PM - Nap

After dinner, Delano ends up passing out for a bit. He has a lot of sleep debt, after all.

7:15 - Wake up

Delano wakes up with a quiet curse. He didn’t mean to fall asleep.

7:10 PM - Study

There’s still time to kill before the prime time for his side job. Might as well get some studying done meanwhile. The words keep jumbling and mixing in Delano’s eyes. Why do people keep reading and writing if it’s this hard??

8:20 PM - Call of the night life

Time for the side job. Delano puts on cologne and deodorant and leaves the apartment.

8:30 PM - At the club

The music is thumping, rattling in Delano’s chest and his head. He gets a drink, just to get a pleasant buzz on and to lower his rare, still-remaining inhibitions. Then he dives into the writhing mass of people on the dance floor.

8:45 PM - Someone takes the bait

Delano finds someone who seems interested. He’s kind of young, but luckily above the line Delano is comfortable with. He seems to have some internalized issues, with how his aggression seems more compensating than anything, but Delano isn’t here to figure that out. He doesn’t give a shit.

8:50 PM - False alarm

The guy seemingly gets cold feet, judging how he tells Delano he needs to take a leak, but clearly heads towards the exit of the night club. Whatever. Delano will find someone else.

9:10 PM - Let’s try that again

Delano manages to find a second guy who was more upfront with what he wants. Delano sucks him off in the restroom and gets 200 pokedollars for his troubles.

9:15 PM - Another guy

After the second dude fucks off after getting what he wants, Delano finds a third guy to flirt with. He ends up dancing with the guy for some time.

9:30 PM - Still dancing with him

Delano dances and flirts with the guy, hanging on to his every word, pretending that he’s already completely head over heels for him. It’s, of course, an act, a small ruse to make the client feel special and desirable. Some people like that, and it’s just another service Delano offers.

9:55 PM - Going home with him

The guy invited Delano to go with him. Delano accepts. The taxi ride to the guy’s apartment is spent in silence, but exchanging a few heated looks.

10:05 PM - His place

As soon as the door closes behind them, the guy is on Delano, hungrily kissing him. Hands pulling him close, exploring his torso, slipping under his shirt, pulling it up and off. They blindly stumble into the bedroom.

10:25 PM - Reclining

“Is this enough?” the guy asks, leafing a few bills to Delano.

Delano takes them and counts them. 500 pokedollars. “Yeah,” he says. “Thanks.”

The guy smooths his palm on Delano’s chest and kisses him. “Stay,” he whispers.

Delano places his hand on top of his. “I will.”

Delano waits until he falls asleep, then gets his clothes back on and quietly leaves.

10:45 PM - Red lights district

Right then. Another client. Delano meets with some co-workers while walking. It seems that one of Delano’s regulars isn’t out and about tonight.

11:05 PM - Text

Delano gets a text from another of his regulars, asking if he’s free.

i am. should i come over?

The usual place. 😘

Delano pockets his phone and starts making his way to the client’s apartment.

11:15 PM - At the client’s

“Hey, babe,” the client smiles as he lets Delano in.

“Hey, sexy,” Delano replies with a smirk.

The client’s smile gains a sharp edge. “On your knees,” he says.

Delano obliges.

11:40 PM - Cooldown

“Here’s your money,” the client says, throwing the wad of cash on the pillow.

Delano, still out of breath, grasps it with shaking hands. There are already bruises forming on his wrists.

“You should go,” the client says. “I have an early morning tomorrow.”

Delano grunts out an agreeing sound, carefully sitting up. He suppresses a groan as the movement pulls on his sore muscles. Without a word, Delano gathers his clothes, dresses and leaves.

As Delano makes his way out of the client’s apartment building, he counts how much he got paid. 1000 pokedollars. Not bad. He tucks the money away into his coat pocket before letting himself out on the night streets.

While he’s walking, Delano considers heading back to the red lights district, but he’s just too sore for more work. He heads home.

0:05 AM - Home

It took Delano longer than usual to get home because of his soreness and a new limp. When he finally makes it home, he would love nothing more than take a long soak in a hot bath, but he doesn’t have a tub. He’s not sure if his legs can keep him upright for a shower.

0:10 AM - Shower

Delano takes a warm shower, heavily leaning on the wall.

0:15 AM - More studying

Delano stumbles to the crate that serves as a table and picks up where his studies left off earlier. The letters and words still blend into each other and jumble into a flurry. Why does he keep doing this? He doesn’t even enjoy this.

0:50 AM - Tired

Delano is starting to nod off. He decides to call it a night and get to bed. He brushes his teeth and lies down on the sleeping bags that serve as his bed. He’s asleep before the clock turns to 2 AM.

#drabble #ic: delano #suggestive

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True Love - Chapter 3

Something I published on my Wattpad account a few years ago, and now I've reworked and am publishing here.

Imagine :

She - a 23 year old girl who loves freedom and a man who will never be hers.

He - a 47 year old actor with a life that is not quite in order.

What happens when he realizes he has the diamond under his nose that he's been looking for all his life.

Pov Olivia

- Why did you take such a strange leave of absence? - Magda leaned out from behind the monitor.

- What do you mean? - I furrowed my eyebrows.

- Thursday is your last day at work, why not from Monday? - She was tapping her pen on the desk.

- Because on Friday I have a flight from Cracow to Chicago at 12:05, where I have to wait until 19:35 to fly to San Diego. There I am at 9:47 p.m., then back to my hotel and in the morning at Comic-Con.

- Well, that's logical - she smiled and returned to her seat.

- Yup - I nodded my head.

Friday 11:00 am

I sat quietly in the waiting room, pulled out my phone and turned on Whatsapp and a new message to Jeffrey. ( Jeffrey Dean Morgan).

💬 To Jeff : I am at the airport flying out in an hour, around 10:30 in the evening I should be at the hotel.

I scraped out a message to him and before I could put my phone in my pocket a reply came.

📲 From Jeff : Bubba is not expecting anything, he walks like a nailed dog even I feel a little sorry for him.

💬To Jeff : Just not a word, he wants him to have a surprise, calm him down a bit. I know you can!

📲 From Jeff : As always! I love you horrible woman ! 💙

💬To Jeff : I love you too old man

📲 From Jeff : Pff🤬

I laughed under my breath, put my phone in my pocket and headed to check-in after just a few minutes. Just to sit on the plane at 12. I had some time to sleep, put my headphones in my ears and drifted off. Nice lady stewardess woke me up before landing in Chicago. There I bought American phone card and went for a decent meal.

Pov Jeffrey

I looked over at Norman who was standing on the terrace smoking a cigarette. His thoughts kept running to Olivia, I could see it in his eyes. He was sad or maybe angry that she didn't want to see him. Sometimes it was hard to judge him, he rarely showed his true emotions. But his eyes betrayed him, and very often. I walked out to him and leaned my back against the railing.

- Dude don't worry so much - I looked at him.

- I'm not worried - he muttered under his breath and shrugged his shoulders.

- I can just see how you are not worried - I smiled widely.

- I don't understand why he doesn't want to come. We meet every year, every year we spend three weeks together, and this year she is somehow different.

- Maybe she fell in love and her partner doesn't approve - I lit a cigarette.

- I want her to fall in love, I want her to be happy, but I don't want a partner who forbids us to see each other. Who is this guy?

- Norman - I groaned - maybe he is jealous of you, look at yourself.

- I'm nothing special - he put out his cigarette - I'm going to bed.

I wanted to tell him that she would soon be in the same hotel as us but I promised to keep it to myself. At 10:30 I got a message.

📲Of Oli: I'm at the hotel, room 313.

💬 To Ola : I'm in 5 minutes.

He put the phone in his pocket and I put on my leather jacket.

- Bubba I'm leaving, I'll be back in a while - I shouted towards Norman's bedroom.

But no one answered me, Norman was probably either taking a shower or already asleep. I sighed and went to room 313. I knocked twice on the door and heard muffled footsteps and after a few seconds the door opened. Standing in it was Olivia, her blue hair flowing loosely over her shoulders. She was wearing a loose hoodie and tight jeans.

- Hey - she smiled tiredly.

- Hey baby - I took a step and hugged her tightly.

She cuddled into my body and a tired sigh came out of her mouth. I kissed her head and rubbed her back with my hands.

- Tired ? - I moved away slightly.

- A little - she breathed - Would you like something to drink?

- Maybe a quick drink? - I smiled widely.

- Fine - she nodded and moved towards the bar.

- Honey, you look good - I took off my jacket and threw it on the back of the sofa.

- What do you mean? - She opened the bottle of whisky.

- You just look good even though you still wear those baggy sweatshirts - I watched her movements.

- They're just comfortable and I don't have to bother choosing accessories. And I really don't feel like it lately - she sat down next to me with two glasses.

- Did something happen? - I took the glass from her and furrowed my eyebrows.

- Well, my ex turned out to be a dick and that's all - she shrugged her shoulders.

She leaned her elbows on her knees and drank the liquid from the glass in one gulp. I looked at the profile of her face, she didn't even wrinkle her eyebrows.

- Are you back to drinking? - I leaned towards her.

- Can we not talk about this now? I'm here for the first day and you're already doing my fucking interrogation - she looked at me.

- But promise me we'll come back to this conversation?

- I promise if you don't say anything to Norman - she stared into my eyes.

- I won't say a fucking word to him - I smiled slightly.

- Then we'll go back to this conversation - she nodded - how is he?

- He sulks like a teenager - I laughed.

- He hasn't replied to any of my messages, he's probably angry with me.

- I bet that when he sees you tomorrow all his anger will be gone - I kissed her on the temple - you know how he is when something doesn't go his way. And he really missed you and he's sorry.

Olivia took a breath and sank deeper into the couch.

- Hey - I poked her - don't pout yet you know that if you make puppy dog eyes he is able to forgive everything.

- I hope so - she smiled uncertainly.

- You know that if you make puppy dog eyes, he will be able to forgive everything - she smiled uncertainly - After all, he loves you - I poked her - and he can't stay mad at you for too long.

Olivia looked at me and I saw a blush on her cheeks. She set her glass down on the coffee table and snuggled into my side.

- I missed you, old man - she whispered.

- I missed you too girl - I put my arm around her.

Her head was resting under my chin, Olivia may not look like a woman we were used to. She wasn't skinny, she wasn't tall but her character made up for all her flaws. A person stops noticing her larger body stature after getting to know her. But she had one flaw, she was morbidly shy and that is why many people abandoned her. I got close to her only last year and only then I realized how big heart she has. And I want to keep her close because it's really worth it. I glanced at her, her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady. As she fell asleep, I gently pushed her away from me. I set the glass down and took her hands in mine wedding style. I headed to the bedroom, planted her on the bed holding her with my hands. I took off her sweatshirt, socks and pants, laid her on the bed and covered her with blankets.

- Sleep dear - I kissed her forehead and left her room.

I closed the door behind me and went to my room.

Pov Olivia

When I awoke to the sound of the alarm clock. I wiped my face with my hands and looked around the room. I was lying in bed in the bedroom of my rented apartment. I hit the phone and the alarm finally went off. I groaned wiping my face with my palms, I must have been drowsy last night. I threw my legs off the bed and pulled hard. I picked my phone up off the ground and opened a new message from Jeff.

📲 From Jeff : Remember that at 3 in the afternoon is our show, remember not to be late lazy !

I locked my device and shook my head. This man was impossible but that's what I loved him for. For the fact that he could listen, that he had more experience in life and could share it. He was different than Norman but after all, no two people are alike. Grabbed my phone and opened a new message to Jeff.

💬To Jeff : I hope your old bones didn't suffer when you carried me to bed.💙 Thank you, I'm not late, I'm never late.

I put my phone down on the bedside table, grabbed my clothes and headed to the shower. I had to prepare myself properly to greet my long lost friend.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was always careful about what I wore, I had to mask my excess weight somehow. I combed my hair and dried it into a bun.

Just a quick breakfast and I was ready to go. I took an Uber and after just a few minutes I found myself in front of the San Diego Convention Center. Thanks to Jeffrey's kindness I had VIP ticket so I could enter everywhere. Therefore, I went to the hall out of turn, hung around my neck badge with name and level of availability. The first thing that caught my eye was the amount of people dressed up. Cosplay was ubiquitous here, I slipped my glasses over my hair and admired their creators. People were really imaginative and I stopped at one or three stalls to buy some interesting things. Eventually I got to the place where The Walking Dead actors were, I kept my distance so none of them would recognize me. No one knew I was here, except Jeffrey of course. I watched Norman interact with the fans, his face lit up with a smile from ear to ear. He was snapping pictures with them, signing T-shirts and many other things. I smiled to myself, I loved how open he was with his fans. I took a breather and wandered around the neighborhood and at 2:30 I was already sitting in my seat in the hall where the conference was to be held.

📲Of Jeff : are you ?

💬Do Jeff : Third row, fourth seat from the left. From the middle aisle.

📲From Jeff : Divine, he wants to see Bubba's face.

I smiled under my breath, at exactly three o'clock the host started her show. She was smiling all the time under her breath, my hands started sweating strangely, I rubbed them on my pants. The first to enter was the director, then Andrew Lincoln, Jeffrey Dean Morgan and finally Norman Reedus, followed of course by the rest of the crew. I had the impression that Jeffrey immediately sought me out with his eyes. He smiled broadly and nodded slightly. I smiled back and also nodded slightly. Jeffrey looked up at me every now and then smiling. Halfway through the performance Jeffrey poked Lincoln and whispered something in his ear. Andrew lifted his head and looked around the front rows and a wide grin appeared on his lips from ear to ear. Lincoln slaps Norman hard on the shoulder, the man crouches down and mutters something under his breath. Andrew leans into his ear and whispers something. And his body tense up, he slides his hat down over his face and shifts his gaze around the audience. His eyes stopped on me, smiling broadly. Eventually, he smiled too.

Andrew watched his friend's reaction, smiling slightly. Norman pulled out his phone, and moments later mine vibrated in his pocket.

📲Of Norm : I'm gonna strangle you 🎈

#Norman Reedus #norman #reedus #norman imagine #olivia #true love #norman & olivia #norman x olivia

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