#and I’m usually in bed till 10am

[herawell]

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#every time i wfh #every time without fail #my stomach is churning by 3pm #no matter what I eat or if I have meals at the proper time #away from the office and other people I get inside my own head #and get a pit in my stomach #and I’m usually in bed till 10am #if I have a meeting I just do it from underneath the covers #really need to go into the office every day #the perks of not having to commute or dress up and being able to get house chores done #is not worth it #plus missing out on water cooler talk and the social capital of in-person meetings #negativity cw

[theplanetplu20]

Mary Jane (All night long)

pairing(s): larissa weems x reader

warning(s): nsfw, smut, praise kink maybe sorta

summary: smut inspired by the song mary jane (all night long) by mary j. blige

word count: 2.1k

A/N: honestly this is pretty vanilla but like really loving sex which is weird since i don’t usually read or write that but idk i just wanted it to be sweet and like just taking my time to appreciate this beautiful woman damn so idk how i feel about it but here’s the song if u wanna listen and pls lmk what u think :)

You sigh slightly annoyed. It's nearing 11pm and Larissa has still yet to come to bed. You know she often gets caught up in her work not paying attention to the time, but she needs to learn to stop overworking herself. Although I love how passionate she is about being the principal here, it's one of the many reasons I fell in love with her. What I need right now though is for her to be passionate about me, not silly paperwork. I swing my legs off the bed, shove my feet into my slippers and throw on my robe determined to get Larissa to leave the work till the morning. I shuffle out of the door of the attached living space and into her office seeing her exactly where I expected her to be. She doesn’t seem to notice I've entered the room so I make my way over to her desk and move to stand behind her.

“Rissa?” I say softly lifting my hands to rest on her arms then moving up to her shoulders to message them slowly. She groans clearly stiff from the stress of the hard day she’s had.

“Darling… I still have a lot of work I need to do.” she protests knowing what i’ve come for.

“Nothing i know you can’t do tomorrow” I say continuing to message the kinks out of her neck and upper back. She sinks into my touch a little before pulling away realizing she was getting distracted.

“No I have to get this done tonight I have a ton of meetings tomorrow” She says, rolling her shoulders back and attempting to get back to work. I quickly spin her chair around so she’s facing me

“Your first meeting isn’t until 12 pm because your 10am is canceled and you know I know this so don’t fight me honey” I say giving her a slightly pointed look so she knows i’m serious about not giving up.

ooh baby not tonight i don’t wanna fuss and fight i just wanna make it right

“common baby, you’ve had a hard day, don't you wanna come to bed with me” I say crawling into her lap trying my best to convince her. I feel her arms move around my waist and a smirk makes its way onto my face knowing I've won.

ooh, there’s work to do i wanna get real close to you i wanna get you in the mood

I grab her face lightly, pulling her face close to mine so that our lips are barely touching. I run my thumb over her cheek lovingly and I can tell she’s getting antsy from the anticipation. Her hands grip my waist harder and I pull her in for a crushing kiss not wanting to keep her waiting too long. She immediately opens her mouth for me to explore with my tongue. She moans loudly when I run my tongue along hers. Our lips fit together perfectly and every time we kiss I swear we kiss like it could be our last. I pulled back to suck on her bottom lip looking into her hooded eyes before letting it go. We sit there with me still in her lap breathing heavily for a minute while I admire my work of smearing her lipstick.

All the things you want to do

I bring my hands up to her hair slowly pulling out each bobby pin and messaging her scalp lightly as I go along letting her hair flow down her shoulders. She always looks so gorgeous with her hair down. I get up slowly off her lap and offer her hand. She immediately puts her hand in mine letting me pull her up into my waiting embrace. I run my hands under her button up to feel her skin on mine. I pull her down a little letting her know I want her to lean down and kiss me. This time our kiss is a lot slower. I take my time enjoying the way her lips feel on mine. I start pulling her towards the door to our living space, not breaking away from her. As soon as I get us through the door I start pulling away at her clothes, leaving her undergarments and throwing the rest across the room not caring where they end up. I back her up till she’s pressed up against our bedroom door and I finally break away to move down her neck trying my hardest to resist leaving marks where they are would be obviously visible. My leg finds its way between her thighs and she whimpers when the fabric of her underwear hits her clit just right. I feel her hands pulling face back up towards her so I let her guide my way back to her lips, her tongue immediately finding its way into my mouth as she grinds down on my thigh. She moans loudly into my mouth and I bring my hands to her hips to guide her movements to keep a consistent pace. When I feel her movement get more frantic and her breathing gets louder and more uneven I pull back not wanting her to cum just yet. She whimpers loudly at the loss of contact.

“shh, just relax and i’ll take care of you” I make sure i’m holding her tight and off of the door before opening it and making our way towards the bed. I push her lightly down onto it looking down into her eyes.

and anytime you want me

“back up honey” i say encouraging her to lay down on the bed to which she shuffled up so her head is near the headboard. I stay standing at the end of the bed admiring my beautiful goddess on our bed. I lean down to kiss her ankle and up her leg then back down to her other ankle to kiss back up her other leg before kissing right above her slit over her underwear making larissa breathe hitch. I make my way up her stomach towards her chest kissing as much open space as possible before sneaking my arms around her back to unclasp her bra, throwing it out of my way. I first cup her breast lightly running a thumb over her nipples before flicking them slightly causing her to jump a bit craving more. I lower my mouth onto her right nipple, taking it into my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue, gaining beautiful moans in return. I move to the other one giving it equal attention. After I'm done fully appreciating her chest I kiss up her neck moving to look into her eyes.

i’m saying that i love you every day and i know that you love me, baby admit it

“i love you”

“i love you” we both whisper at the same time making us burst out giggling for a moment before we quiet down. It just feels like we’re the only two people on the earth right now. I crash my lips onto hers again, missing her mouth on mine.

I feel her hands tug on my shirt so I pull back to sit on her hips while I pull my shirt over head feeling her eyes on me the entire time. As soon as the fabric falls to the floor Larissa's hands move up my chest. I let her feel along my body as she pleases, content to entertain her for a moment before moving away to take off my pants and underwear. I look up and notice Larissa's annoyed expression at my absence switching to hunger at seeing my exposed body. I chuckle lightly.

“I'm back, don't worry love” I say crawling back on top of her to sit back on her hips again. She moans feeling some of the wetness from my cunt on her stomach and I roll my hips involuntarily trying to get some kind of friction. Her hands immediately made their way to my hips to aid my movements “So needy” I remarked, actually quite happy about this fact “before you were ready to ditch me for paperwork” I decided to tease her a bit about it. she whimpers and I know she’s soaking wet already. Her hands make their way up my thighs going to touch me but before they can make it I take her hands and push them back so that they’re trapped above her head. “how about you make it up to me and I'll make my angel cum so hard she sees white? hmm how does that sound?” she nods her head frantically, liking the idea. “words, honey. I wanna hear you”

“Yes, please” She says itching to touch me

“good girl” I say before grinding my hips down to meet my clit with the skin of her stomach. I let go of her arms and let her effortlessly flip us over so she’s now hovering over top of me. She leans in and kisses me sweetly before moving down down my body leaving soft red marks from her lipstick. She finally makes her way to where I need her most, leaving kisses along the insides of my thighs. I put my hands in her soft hair tugging lightly to move her closer to my core. “no teasing” I whine needing her fingers in me now. She moves so her lips are just ghosting over my clit when I suddenly feel her blow on my clit making me shiver and cry out desperately. Her lips suddenly wrap around my clit sucking lightly. I moan out loudly not being able to nor wanting to stifle the sound. My hips start involuntarily bucking up at her face. Her strong arms find their way to my thighs to force them down causing me to moan out louder. She brings a finger up to my entrance circling around it teasingly for a second before pushing two fingers deep in me. I grip her hair head causing Larissa to moan against my clit sending a shock wave through my body. My body can hardly take it anymore as my thighs shake and my eyes roll back into my head.

Give me all your love and don’t stop my love’s waiting when you reach the top

“Larissa! Fuck i’m gonna cum” Her fingers slow down their relentless thrusting as I ride out my orgasm eventually pulling out. I whine at the empty feeling. I open my eyes to look down at her just in time to see her pull her fingers into her mouth effectively cleaning them off. I watch her absolutely mesmerized before pulling her up by the neck to kiss me passionately. I taste myself on her tongue making me kiss her harder. We both pull away breathless. We both just stay there smiling at each other for a moment catching our breath enjoying each other's presence until I break the silence impatient to taste my wife. “Your turn” I grin widely at her “why don’t you sit on my face, pretty girl?” My hand comes up to rest on her hip rubbing the skin there before prompting her to climb up my body so that her pussy is resting just above my face.

Come into my bedroom, honey what i got will make you spend money (all night long)

I bring my hands up to her thighs pulling her closer to my face so that most of her weight is resting on me. I drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit flicking it lightly causing her to twitch on top of me. I flick at her clit a couple more times before sucking on it. I can hear Larissa's moans muffled by her thighs, spurring me on in my movements. I lick and suck at her clit while she grinds down on my tongue. I take one of the hands holding down Larissa's thighs and push two fingers deep into her cunt searching for that spot I know makes her scream. I curl my fingers expertly effectively drawing screams and moans out of Larissa's mouth. I felt her tighten around my fingers letting me know she was close to cumming. “Come for me angel” I say, having to pull away from her clit for a second before going right back to my movements. Larissa thighs tense around my head and I feel her cum start dripping down my hand so I pull away drinking every last drop she had to offer. She slumps down exhausted, my hands being the only thing holding her up. After a minute of regulating her breathing she moved down to cuddle into my side.

“Do you need anything, my love?” I ask her to softly brushing the hair out of her face.

“No, that's okay darling. I'm perfectly content right now, i just want cuddles” She replies, nuzzling her face into my skin.

“Well that i can do” I hug her tightly and pull the sheet over us. I press a kiss to her temple and cuddle in closer.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #principal weems #wednesday #wednsday addams #Spotify

[pumpkzsafeplace]

anon asks 💌 : tips on how to get up in the morning! 💗☀️

waking up in the morning is so icky :( especially when you’re a super sleepy little like me! so here’s some of pumpkin’s tips’! <3

have an alarm set ⭐️

one of the biggest things that help (even though i hate it :<) is alarms!

have as many as you need! usually i just have the one with an obnoxious ring tone attached (the more horrid the better!)

but if i’m extra sleepy / or know i’m up early and i’ve gone to bed super late- i’ll put on around three alarms to make sure i still wake up!

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move your phone. 🌙

moving your phone out of reach will physically make you get UP and grab your phone to take it off <3.

both me & daddy have our phones away from our bed (otherwise i’ll be up on tiktok till stupid hours hehe).

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have your clothes warm / prepared. ⭐️

if you are still lazy like me and moving your phone won’t keep you awake, you just have to prepare for your lifestyle <3

i.e, if i’m only giving myself twenty minutes before i need to leave, the night before i get my clothes ready, my food ready- anything & everything to let the routine run a lot smoother <3.

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small breakfast if busy.🌙

sometimes small is a lot- especially if you don’t eat breakfast in the morning (whoopsie).

even if you grab a banana before you leave for school & work and simply line your tummy! it might help those 10am sickly feelings go away and let you focus on work a lil easier <3

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take it day by day ⭐️

but- alas, routines are super easy to fix! and it does take time to perfect the perfect routine that suits you and your lifestyle! <3

so, just take the thing day by day and try to improve a little bit each time. & before you know it, you’ll be enjoying (or simply tolerating) your mornings in no time.

gif isn’t mine

#agere blog #age regression #agere community #sfw age regression #sfw agere #safe agere #sfw little community #sfw little blog #agere little #sfw little post #askpumpkin #anonasks

[planetsallalign]

Why yes I’ve been up since 4:30am thanks to the time change. Cats don’t understand daylight savings. Especially now that Maeve is on her wet food only prescription diet. She’s HUNGRY by 5am and usually I can keep her at bay till about 6am. Which with the time change means we’re now doing this at 4am.

She doesn’t yell or try to paw at me. Oh no, she purrs her heart out while rubbing her face all over me and licking any piece of skin she can find. While jumping on the bed going “brrrpppp!” in the cutest way. Or she patiently sits on the nightstand just staring and purring. I would be so annoyed if she wasn’t so freaking cute and sweet about it. Meanwhile Rocket is in bed on his heated blanket and won’t get out of bed till about 10am.

Now I’m trying to not get out of bed till at least 6am. So I’m online shopping for flannel sheets. And considering a nice memory foam mattress topper. My period also showed up to surprise me over a week early. With cramps that make it so I double over in the worst pain I’ve ever had from them. I’m going to be making a full pot of coffee for today.

#Maeve #my tiny terror #Rocket #I’m craving something but I don’t know what and it is making me hungry and cranky #nothing sounds good which is annoying because usually one specific thing my period is like yes that’s it we have to have that #and now there’s nothing no fast food or baked good or anything specific just a you feel starving but you don’t know for what #because nothing sounds good or makes me go yes that’s it I need it and it’s annoying

[hanajozo]

"Finding Purpose" Chapter 13

Gojo Satoru x Reader Fanfic

You were woken up by the sound of your usual 7:00am alarm, but you weren’t in a rush today. You may have the meeting around noon, but you were going to take it easy until then. Your painting was done, so you thought you owed it to yourself to relax a bit in bed before you got up for the day.

After laying in bed for about an hour, you got up and followed your usual morning routine that you started ever since you arrived at Jujutsu High. Get up, make your bed, take a shower, brush your teeth, get dressed, go get something for breakfast, and come back to your room for anything else you might need for the day. Instead of a comfortable look like jeans and a t-shirt with some tennis shoes, you opt for black dress slacks and a short sleeve white button down shirt with black flats. 

It was now about 10am, since you took your time getting ready for once. Usually you got ready super quick in the morning, something you had to do out of necessity but now is just a habit at this point. You plop down on your nicely made bed and sigh, “Just two hours left till I find out my fate.. No big deal…” 

You find yourself getting more and more antsy, the longer you sit there doing nothing. You get up with a frustrated sigh at your boredom, “Maybe I should take a walk around the building… beats sitting here being bored out of my mind..”

Exiting your room, you start walking around the halls of the school. The lush scenery in combination with the traditional architecture of the buildings calms a little bit of your nerves after taking a pause on your walk to take in the beautiful sights. You decide to keep walking around, making sure to keep an eye on the time.

After deciding you had wasted enough time, you make your way to your studio. You take a deep breath and exhale nervously as you look at the covered painting that sat there taking up so much room in this one space. Soon the painting would be gone, and the room would feel so much bigger. A part of you would miss it, you poured so much work into it. But at the same time, you were feeling relieved. There was something poetic about making peace and parting with your own personal “monster”.

You pull out your phone and decide to do a bit of scrolling on social media to pass the time. As the clock approached noon, you were starting to feel those nerves come back. Mindless scrolling is often something you do as a coping mechanism when you are nervous. It was just five minutes till Gojo was supposed to get here to help you lug the large canvas to the boardroom.

Just as you were thinking about if Gojo would be late or not, he walks right through the door and waves at you, “Yo!”

Your mouth drops open in surprise, “Y-you’re a couple minutes early? You’re basically on time! Are you okay?” You bring your hand up to his forehead, feigning checking for a fever.

He grins, walking towards the canvas and picks it up with ease, “I’m raring to go, now let’s go crash that party!” You nod, your heart feeling like it's gonna beat out of your chest. It was now or never.

You follow Gojo through the halls of the school, it takes just a couple of minutes before you arrive outside the boardroom. You can hear the faint sounds of Principal Yaga talking from inside.

Gojo looks at you with an encouraging but also mischievous grin, “Ready to go?” You nod and respond, “Let’s do this.” With your confirmation, Gojo kicks the door open, announcing your presence.

Everyone in the room turns their eyes on you two, the silence is almost deafening. But before the silence could swallow you up whole, you clear your throat and begin speaking with a small bow.

“Apologies for the intrusion, but I had one last thing to present. Principle Yaga, if I may?” You gesture to the large canvas that Gojo is holding. Principal Yaga nods, he knew this was a part of your plan, but the startling entrance still caught him off guard. You walk to the front of the room where Principal Yaga was speaking just a moment ago. Gojo places the canvas front and center, a place where he knew all the higher ups would be able to see. Gojo quickly leans over and whispers into your ear, “Knock ‘em dead, princess.”

You clear your throat one more time before you begin to present. Gojo stood in the corner of the room with his arms crossed, ready to watch your presentation.

“As you know from Principal Yaga, my name is (y/n) and I am a local artist that was attacked by a curse about a month ago. I sustained many permanent injuries, but I came away with a renewed conviction. I had been on the brink of death, and in what I believed was my final moments, I found myself wishing I had done more in my life that was fairly ordinary up till that point. After I recovered, thanks to the help of the staff here at Jujutsu High, I wanted to seize this chance so that I could finally make my own mark on the world by teaching and helping shape young minds, nurturing their education and school lives with my formal art background. I believe I have a lot to offer, as I hope Principal Yaga had explained to you prior to my arrival.” You look over at Principal Yaga and smile, he nods in confirmation. 

Turning your attention back to the higher ups, you continue your speech. 

“To prove my conviction, I created an art piece just for this occasion.” You turn around and whip off the fabric cover to reveal the painting underneath. Immediately upon the reveal, murmurs and whispers fill the room. “I faced my fears, channeled that near death experience and pain into this painting of the curse that nearly killed me.” Your voice rose in volume, naturally hushing any of the chatter from the higher ups. Their eyes were all on you.  You raised your head up higher, straightened your spine, and closed your speech with a 90 degree bow towards the elders, “Thank you for your time.”

You were about to walk away from the center of the room when an elderly voice piped up. It was a bald old man who wore monk-like clothes that wore a gentle smile on his face. “I’m not sure about my peers, but I’m quite impressed. I like your conviction, miss.” You saw nods and heard grunts of agreement all around the room. You stopped in your tracks when Principal Yaga came up to join you at the front of the room and put one hand on your shoulder. 

“I believe it’s time we take a vote. All in favor, please raise your hand.” Principal Yaga raised his other hand, signaling the start of the vote. Slowly, you see every single hand in front of you raise as well. Even Gojo in the corner of the room raised his hand, even though he knew his vote didn’t count. Principal Yaga pats your shoulder, “Looks like we have our answer. Welcome to the staff of Tokyo Jujutsu High, (y/n)-san.”

Just like that, you were hired. You couldn’t believe it. One voice brought you out of your state of shock, “But the painting must be sealed away in one of the warehouses. We cannot have civilians seeing or anyone catching wind of such a gruesome painting depicting a real curse such as this, as impressive as it may be.” You nod in agreement. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry (y/n)-san. Now, we have the rest of the meeting to get through, so if you could take Gojo-san with you when you leave, I would appreciate it.”

With your cue to leave, you start walking around the edge of the room and drag Gojo by the wrist with you outside of the boardroom.

You let go of him once you had taken a few steps away from the boardroom.You turned around, one hand covering your mouth, trying to hide a goofy grin on your face, “I did it, Gojo-san!” Without thinking, you hug him tightly in your excitement. You gasp, letting go of him before he has time to process what just happened, “I need to go tell Ieiri-san!” Turning around to run to Ieiri-san’s office, you don’t even say good-bye to Gojo as you run off excitedly, a goofy smile still plastered on your face.

After you rounded one of the hallway corners, Gojo still stood there. He leaned against one of the walls, hand over his face as he tried to process what just happened. He found himself thinking, wishing the hug had lasted just a bit longer. “I don’t do hugs or any cute shit like that.. That’s not me… so why do I keep constantly thinking about it?” 

Gojo Satoru has been known as a notorious playboy, but he never allowed himself to indulge in a relationship. He slept around, one night stands were his thing. He strayed away from any type of connection, strings were never attached, choosing to only indulge in lust– never love. He told himself that it was always never worth the risk, not that he had ever found anyone worth that risk in the first place… until now?

#gojo satoru #gojo #satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fanfic #ao3 #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author #x reader #reader insert

[superbattrash]

It’s only 10:15pm and I swore I’d stay up late tonight

#but I honestly am not gonna #I usually go to bed at 8 #so this is pretty late #(don’t make a rhyme joke u idiot) #I’ll try again tomorrow #I have a week to screw up my sleeping pattern #not that I sleep much #but I am getting better and lying awake and staring at the ceiling #instead of staring at my screen till my eyes water I mean #anyways #this is my good night post #because I’m so tired #I did get a ficlet idea tho so might fuck around tomorrow #AFTER 10AM BECAUSE I WILL SLEEP TILL THEN #probs not but I’ll try #so ye #misha rants

[apenapaperandadoofus]

What??? Amanda is posting something MM related after SUCH A LONG TIME??? What has the world come to??!

This is a small drabble i did and since I have everything for tomorrow ready I decided to spoil you all for a bit~

Mornings with the RFA+ V and Saeran (tell me if y'all want Vanderwood+Rika+Unknown, Suit Saeran, Ray etc etc!)

Zen:

He will kiss you to wake you up, his hair still wet from the shower he took after going for a run. After you open your eyes he will smile and say "Good morning beautiful~ Did you sleep well?"

He will have made some food, ever since you moved in with him he began cooking, and he's not exactly a professional chef but he's not that bad.

After you get ready for work, while you're checking your outfit in the mirror Zen will come up being you and wrap his arms around your waist while kissing your neck.

Afterwards you will both leave on his bike.

Sometimes.

There are other times where you end up having to put your clothes on again since someone couldn't wait till you got home if ya catch my drift~

Yoosung:

While he's a student? PANIC PANIC PANIC "OH GOD YOOSUNG THIS IS WHY I TOLD YOU NOT TO STAY UP LATE WITH LOLOL"

"IM SORRY I JUST NEEDED TO GET THE SPECIAL ITEM-"

"SPECIAL ITEM MY ASS YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR YOUR MATH TEST"

"wE hAvE a WhAt NoW?!"

Just chaos.

After you both settle in a get jobs and such...well it's the same thing

"HONEY WERE IS MY SUPER SUIT COAT??!*

"IT MUST BE SOMEWHERE IN THE WASHING ROOM HURRY UP TODAY YOU NEED TO OPERATE MRS. JENNIFER'S CAT"

"wE hAvE tO wHaT nOw?!"

Jokes aside, on the weekend when you two are just chilling and such, you will wake up to him hugging you tightly, his head on your chest. After you wake up he will give you a cute dorkish smile and then he will cook you breakfast!

Jaehee:

Mornings with this woman must be freaking amazing HOLY CRAP IMAGINE BREAKFAST!!!

She, of course, gets up pretty early (thankfully not as early as before and now she gets at least 8 hours of sleep thank goodness.)

After she wakes you up with a cute forehead kiss, you two get ready for breakfast and to open the shop. While you eat you'll either check some celebrity news or just have some musical soundtracks in the background, while the two of you eat. Once you're done, you will go to the coffee shop, and Jaehee will help you tie your apron. Then, the coffee shop opens and the day begins!

Jumin:

What I'd give to wake up to this man OH MY GOD

Jumin is usually up before you when he has to work. If you want to eat breakfast with him he will kiss you to wake you up, and then give you the biggest smile. When he starts getting ready, you will go to his tie drawer and choose one for him (AGH TJE DOMESTICITY I'M ABOUT TO TEAR UP YOU ALL KNOW THIS WOULD BE SUPER IMPORTANT TO HIM A G H BABY!!) and then he'd try his best to not smother you with kisses while you tie his tie.

On days where he doesn't have to work, he will wake up with you in his arms. Then he'll cook some breakfast and bring it to you for you both to eat it in bed, while you cuddle and watch TV, with Elizabeth purring by the foot of the bed.

The two of you will be hugging each other while you whisper words of love and give each other lazy kissed. Most of the times it always leads to something more wink wonk.

Saeyoung:

He will be your personal alarm clock. Like literally. He will start going BEEP BEEP! WAKE UP! TIME TO GO TO WORK! BEEP BEEP! And immediatly grab you and give you a huge ass love attack.

While you get ready he will cook breakfast along with Saeran, it's their sort of brotherly time. St first Saeran hated it but now you all know he secretly loves it ;D

If Vanderwood is over then he'll probably be the one cooking lol (with Saeyoung annoying him in the background pft)

When you don't have to go out, then he will wake up around 10am, and nuzzle his face closer to you. Those days, since you both seem to have all the time in the world he spends it all with you. He's a bit more serious, and will not let you go unless you have to go and pee or something. We call those days the Saeyoung Cuddling Day, where you both just spend it with each other the whole day (this man is really touch starved don't judge him sjsbsbd)

V:

He wakes up pretty early tbh, mostly because he likes the whole morning vibe and the sky and such. It gets him inspired. He will let you sleep in as long as you want, but will wake you up if he has made breakfast. You will both eat it out in the terrace (? Balcony? That thing sorry i can't english ajdjdnd) and listen to some orchestral music.

Also this dude definetly does mediation or yoga and shit, YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE. He will take fifteen minutes and stretch, and like do mindfulness and such.

If you have to go to work he will kiss you and bring you the lunch he made (he's a house wive let's be honest here.) Then he will begin painting.

Saeran:

Hugs hugs hugs. Kisses kisses kisses.

He's always up before you, no matter what. When he wakes up he will trace his finger against your cheek, touching your face and admiring how goddamn beautiful you are and wondering what he did to deserve such an ANGEL!!

He will wake you up with some flowers, and as soon as he has breakfast done, and it's always your favorite food! Also the food is always decorated with like flowers or hearts or something along those lines (so CUTE)

He's a house wife too and you can't convince me otherwise.

If you have to go to work he will be like s puppy. Like an actual puppy.

He will give you the puppy eyes and be like PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME.

Ok not like that but he's sad if you have to go ajdbdb

He does do other things while you're gone tho, sometimes he'll have Saeyoung over, other times he will focus on the garden, and he'll also work for Jumin and stuff.

But everytime he hears something outside he'll think it's you and get all excited.

On days you two don't have to do anything, they'll be spent with you both laying in bed, kissing each other and cuddling. This man is also touch starved so please give him some love (or else ಠ◡ಠ)

#mystic messenger #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #jihyun mysme #mysme #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #choi bois #mysme zen

[rirismommyspace]

Hi Riri!! I'm tryin to fix my sleep schedule do you have any tips?

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༊*·˚ hey Angel! I'm probably the worst person to come to with this because but! Some tips I have are; if you stay up till 4-10am? Just stay up for the rest of the day (on a day where you can just vibe) so you'll be super tired by the time to go to bed! (10 to 12pm) then! Set an alarm to wake up earlier! (Around 8 to 9pm) so that way your body is still a bit tired and you'll be awake for the whole day untill 10-12pm when you can go to bed and repeat it! It's really all about regulating your body into a "normal" amount of sleep. Also! I found that it helps to have a bedtime routine? Like for myself; I get into bed as I usually would and get comfortable in the position I sleep in then either listen to things that usually get me sleepy or read for a little bit! It helps create a routine and lets my body calm itself down in a way that isn't too sudden! ♡(ӦｖӦ｡)

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[iampikachuhearmeroar]

y’know earlier this year when i was staying at my best friend’s parents place while still having one of my medical attachments on, while healing from my surgery… they liked to point out that i was always getting up late, and how i was like that in high school too. like obvs it’s true, that in high school my bestie would ring my house (yes i’m old enough for landlines lmao) at like 8am to ask if i could go over on the weekend….. but like the problem was that i wouldn’t get up till like 10am-12pm or sometimes if i did get up slightly earlier, like 9:30am; i’d take literally like 3 hours to get ready.

like my late rising has always been a bit of a problem, even when i went to sleep over bc i’d get up an hour or two later than everyone else (except when it was a sydney shopping day lmao). idk how to fix it because i’m still like this very well into my 20s and will probs be like this for the rest of my life. but mainly i hate the whole “getting up early makes you a better person” thing bc like as someone who seems to be wired to get up much later in the morning, it makes me sound lazy and unmotivated etc. when i’m just motivated by sleep more than anything else lmao.

also don’t like how the hospital liked pointing out too while i was there from nov 2020 and jan this year that i should be getting up at 7:30am everyday (okay for hospital it was bc the time of brekky and blood tests lmao) or just generally be better at getting up early…. instead of my usual roughly 10am rising; as if getting up at that time when i felt more rested was bad and that getting up earlier (on less sleep) would make me healthier and more functional. although then again, they were also telling me that i should go to bed earlier (which is true let’s be real here)…. but getting up at 10am everyday shouldn’t be seen as a setback or lazy or unproductive.

#life #about me #shut up ilona

[stellawella97]

Atelephobia: The Fear of Never Being Good Enough (Shane/Gender Neutral Farmer) - Chapter 1/3

Just posted 1/3 of my first Stardew Valley fanfic!

Read it below or over @ AO3

Summary:

Shane has got 99 problems but never did he think the entire world losing its colour would be one of them.

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It started off as just any other normal day in Shane’s life.

The chickens clucked noisily outside, the cows joining in their song occasionally with their loud chorus of moo’s. None of these sounds woke Shane up in the slightest - he heard them every day and he’d grown so accustomed to the noise, he figured he’d still be able to continue sleeping even if his bedroom floor caved in beneath his bed.

The slightly battered alarm clock sitting on Shane’s bedside table began its shrill ringing at 6:30am sharp. Shane tended to run by a strict ‘5 more minutes’ rule when it came to waking up in the morning however. Refusing to open his eyes till he absolutely had to, Shane managed to turn off the alarm clock by swatting aimlessly with his hand till it met with cold metal and the ringing stopped.

He tried to fall back asleep for those precious extra 5 minutes of peace before he had to leave for his soul-sucking job at JojaMart. However, memories of the night before began to flood back into his mind. Shane had been up in the mountains late at night, drinking again. He faintly remembered seeing the hermit (Linus, was it?) entering his tent, a plastic bag that was stuffed to the brim with what looked like half-eaten food grasped tightly in his hands.

Shane had drunk a couple cans of beer before he decided to enter the mines nearby. It had been dark and full of strange noises neither human nor animal could make but Shane had managed to make it down several floors with a pickaxe he’d found at the mine entrance in his drunken state. As to why he’d chosen to do this, Shane had no idea whatsoever.

He didn’t remember much else except for the sound of a creature speaking in a garbled ancient language, a warm tingling sensation that filled his entire body, and finally the sharp pain that shot through his head as he finally keeled over from the amount of alcohol in his system, smashing his head against the rocky terrain. Oddly enough, his head didn’t hurt at all this morning. Doctor Harvey must’ve patched him up real good this time. Or maybe Marnie had. Who’d even brought him back to the house?

Just as he was beginning to wonder if he was actually found with trousers on this time, Shane heard the sound of the front door slamming shut. Marnie must have gone out to feed the animals. Shane was just about to roll over onto his side to continue his reminiscing when it began to dawn on him that he’d probably been in bed for more than just 5 minutes.

Shane quickly sat up in bed and grabbed the alarm clock. It was now 7:10am! He couldn’t risk Morris docking his pay again this month - he had to get to JojaMart quick. He jumped out of bed and had just put his leg through a pair of jeans when he noticed that it’d turned from blue to gray. When had that happened? He remembered wearing this exact pair of jeans just two days ago and he certainly hadn’t ever bought gray ones before.

It was then that he realized - everything had turned gray from his walls, to the cushion placed in front of the television set, to the alarm clock, and even his own skin.

I’ve finally done it, haven’t I? I died in those fucking mines last night and now, I’m in some kind of Hell?

The thought ran through Shane’s mind as he spun around, inspecting everything in his room for any sign of colour. This was to no avail. Even his favourite pair of boxers was gray with slightly darker gray hearts dotting it. In a moment of pure desperation, Shane decided to pinch himself as hard as he could on his arm in an attempt to find out if he was in fact still alive. He was.

Rubbing the sore patch of skin on his arm, Shane decided that he didn’t have time to waste standing here and waiting to see if the world around him would get its colour back. If he was still alive, he needed to get to work pronto. He quickly pulled on his ratty, old JojaMart jacket that still did its job and ran out of the house, only just remembering to shut his bedroom door behind him because he just didn’t think he could deal with Marnie yelling at him again about the mess of empty beer cans and pizza boxes in there.

Shane ran through town, almost knocking over Abigail who had just left Pierre’s General Store with a flute in her hands. It worried him to no end that even her usually bright purple of her hair (She must dye it, right?) was now a dull gray, but Shane had no time to be stressing about that now. He’d just have to wait till during his break or after work.

Once he’d arrived at JojaMart, Shane immediately went to the employees office to clock in and change into the uniform. He took a moment to glance at his reflection in the mirror and sighed as he noted that the usually bright blue uniform was just as unflattering as always in a gray shade. He walked out onto the shop floor and began stocking the shelves, determined to just get through the day now.

However, he must’ve done something to offend Yoba because Shane’s shift did not go well at all. He’d first managed to trip over his own feet and crashed straight into the display of limited edition shrimp-flavoured Joja Cola that he’d been hard at work stacking up for over an hour. As Shane was stomping angrily back onto the shop floor with a bucket of soapy water and a mop in his hands, he’d then bumped into Pam who’d screamed in rage when she discovered her brand-new jumpsuit was now soaked. Even though he’d apologized profusely to Pam, Shane still had to sit through an hour and a half of Morris’s lectures as well as had his paycheck docked for the day to reimburse Pam for the damages.

Just as he thought his day couldn’t get any worse however, Shane was just about to clock out for his lunch break when Morris asked him to help Sam unload the delivery trucks that had just arrived with a new shipment of powdered butter, gluten pucks and Carbo Cones. This meant he had to endure almost an hour’s worth of listening to Sam go on and on about how awesome some indie band in Grampleton was - which on some days, was fine. Just not today, for Yoba’s sake. Instead of putting up a fuss however (Morris wouldn’t care anyway), Shane simply gritted his teeth and headed out to the back of JojaMart.

It wasn’t till 2pm that Shane finally managed to clock out for his break. He flopped down onto a seat at a small round metal table in the employee’s break room and stared at the silently humming vending machine in the corner of the room. The vending machine sold only JojaMart products, all of them disgusting and overly sweet - Shane had tried each one. At first, he wondered to himself ‘Wasn’t that vending machine blue before?” before it dawned on him for the second time that day that he hadn’t been able to see colours all day. As crazy as it sounded, he’d just been so distracted with work that he hadn’t had time to notice.

Shane leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, biting his lower lip in concentration. How had this happened? Had something happened to him in the mines? Maybe he should pay Doctor Harvey a visit after work, he would know what to do.

“Knock knock!,” a familiar voice suddenly came from the direction of the door. Shane, who had been staring blankly at a spot on the table, looked up to see who had managed to sneak into the break room in surprise but flinched almost immediately, bringing a hand up to shield his eyes from the sudden burst of colour amongst the gray. Once his eyes had adjusted, Shane saw that the voice belonged to the new farmer that had recently moved into the farm out of the town. They were now standing by the door, their hands clasped behind their back.

He must’ve been staring at the farmer for just a moment too long because they’d then asked “Shane? Are you okay? with an eyebrow raised questioningly. Shane cleared his throat and stood up from his chair, moving to stand in front of the vending machine. It was hard to tell what he was looking at when all the cans were the same gray colour, but he pretended to be deciding which drink he was going to buy to buy himself some time. His heart was beating so fast in his chest, Shane began to wonder if he was about to pass out.

Why’s the farmer the only one who’s in colour? Why of all people has it got to be them?!

Just as he thought of something smart to say, Shane heard the sound of the break room door opening again. He spun around to find the farmer already halfway out the door. However, the farmer noticed at the last moment that Shane had finally turned around and was now looking at them. They hesitated for a moment before saying with a shy smile tracing their lips “I’ve gotta go now but...I’ll be stopping by the Stardrop Saloon tomorrow night, I hope I’ll see you there there?”

“I-I’ll see you there!,” Shane blurted out, feeling his cheeks begin to heat up. The farmer flashed him a warm smile before shutting the door behind them. Shane fell back into his seat and buried his face in his hands, mentally screaming at himself for two main reasons. One, he had sounded way too excited at the prospect of seeing the farmer again. Two, had the farmer just subtly invited him on a date? And did he just...agree to it? What was going on today?!

Not once did he stop to wonder why the farmer hadn’t turned gray like everything else, himself included.

Shane managed to breeze through the second half of his shift at JojaMart without any further mishaps, and had made it all the way back home with his head high up in the clouds. He popped a frozen pizza he’d stolen from JojaMart’s freezers into the oven and entered his bedroom, kicking his shoes off at the door.

He was just wondering if people still brought their date flowers in these modern days when he noticed a small slip of paper that was being held in place beneath a small stone that was smooth to the touch. Written on the paper in a barely legible script were the words ‘Lost your ability to see colour, huh? If you want it back, meet me at the mines tonight at 11pm’.

Shane looked around his room and decided to check the windows. They were locked. Whoever had delivered this note must’ve come in from the front door but Marnie who had been home all day would have said something to him if someone had come looking for him. She hadn’t though, so they must have snuck in without her seeing. Now he knew how they got in, there was still one question left unanswered:

Who sent me this note?

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Author Notes:

Part 2 will be up sometime later this week so stay tuned for that.

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[bedtimebrain]

EXO Baekhyun: Cry for Love Part 2

Just here to give a warning on the ending before you get started!! (ref to a/n in part 1!)

Part 1

Let’s go!!!

Characters: Baek x you

Baekhyun finds himself falling for you, but feels he cannot be so selfish to put the burdens of dating an idol upon you. In an attempt to control his feelings, he tries to stay away from you

That night they got to go home early. Reaching home close to 11, Baekhyun decided there was time for some computer games before sleeping.

After taking a shower, he quickly turned on his desktop, setting all his gaming gears ready. Realising his phone wasn’t with him, he went out to the living room to search for it.

‘Ah, found you!’

As he was about to head to his room after picking his phone up from the sofa, he caught sight of your gift that was sitting on the coffee table. 

He can’t help but feel really conflicted, taking a long look at it.

After a good while, he forcefully shook off those feelings and went back in to get started on his game instead.

‘ARGH! what a bad form today’ he took off his headphones and threw it on the table. Ruffling through his hair, he was so frustrated at himself. No matter how he tried, he just couldn’t keep you out of his mind.

Not having the mood to play anymore, he switched off his computer and crashed into bed.

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In an attempt to push you out of his mind, he busied himself with work every single day for the next few weeks. Every free time he had, he decided to fill it up with more practice, more work instead.

But he had worked so hard (just to forget you) that his immune system gave up on him. He was eventually excused from work so he doesn’t spread the virus to the members.

And the worst thing of it all? It gave him ample time to think about you.

He thought about the way you smile, the way you listened to him when he shared about anything, the way you looked, so attractively, when you made your coffees. Did you think about him? Did another oppa come by?

Sighing, he got up from bed and decided finally to open the gift you gave him from a month back.

The following day, he woke up feeling much better.  But for the whole morning, he felt this annoying nudging inside of him to go see you. No matter what he did, that feeling just wouldn’t budge.

Did y/n put a spell in the tea she gave me or something. 

He was almost going mad from thinking about you. 

Giving up , he told himself 

Just once, I’m going to drive by and look at how she’s doing. That’s all. Then when I see her being all the same, I’ll finally forget all about this, and convince myself I’m just another customer in her daily life.

The journey to your cafe seemed faster than usual today. His heart was beating so rapidly but he kept telling himself over and over 

just once, doesn’t mean anything

and my heart’s just beating fast because im not completely recovered. Yep, sick people get exhausted easily. 

When he had reached , he park his car where he could get a good view of you. 

He was tempted to get out of his car but his mind was in chaos.

they say coffee helps with headache. Maybe I should get one in case I get a headache at home later right?

Then again, his logical self told him

Ya, Byun Baekhyun stop making up lame reasons. Just stay here.

As he was being wishy washy with himself in the car, a customer had arrived at the cafe. Dashing his hopes of having a private time with you.

Perhaps it was fate that he should admire you from his car today instead.

After getting a satisfactory treatment for his love sick heart, he drove away feeling like a small boy being fed with ice cream.

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After that visit, it only got harder and harder to stay away. He returned again and again.

But he wasn’t the only one. 

There too was another man who kept returning to your cafe, and today was the fifth time he had seen the man, which really annoyed him.

But what position was he to do anything?

I’m telling myself that I cannot have her as my girlfriend but on the other hand im getting irritated she might become someone else’s girlfriend?

He thought of a crude but relatable phrase he heard from somewhere:

I’m really just wanting to ‘hog the toilet bowl without pooping’

His train of thoughts came to an end as he arrived at the company. After getting his car parked , he went to the meeting room where they were supposed to gather.

When all the members had arrived, the staff who was in charge of the album preparation started running through the day’s agenda.

‘Okay guys, we will be doing an additional MV for one of the side tracks. It would be an autumn special MV.

Since it’s an autumn concept, we will be mainly be doing outdoor shoots. There’s only 1 indoor shoot which will be at a cafe. Anyone has any questions ? If not we will start briefing on the storyboard’

Baekhyun wasn’t able to focus on the meeting. What was he supposed to you when he’s so drawn to you but yet wasn’t sacrificial enough either to be okay with seeing you happy with another guy. In fact, it made him scared to lose you when he never had you in the first place.

Baekhyun ah, let her go. It’s good for you and her. Stop visiting her, it only breaks your heart and at the same time make you desire her more. It’s impossible between the both of you..

By the time he was a little more settled with himself, the meeting had already ended.

‘Okay, that’s all we have today. It’s Thursday today... Alright, We will start shooting on Monday since this is quite a spontaneous idea, we might be a bit back on time. We will start with the cafe shoot on Monday at 10am, only Baekhyun and kyungsoo is involved for this as the cafe is too small. We will update the rest on the schedule later.’ --

4 days passed and now he is standing in front of the cafe for his shoot. Reading the signboard ‘Wendy Cafe’.

For the dramatic effect, he even blinked his eyes again to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. What in the world was this sorcery called fate... It felt abit weird for him to be here for work when he was normally here for his romantic pursuit. It got him into a little of a panic and shock when they alighted from the van.  He wasn’t expecting to see you, since they normally made sure the set was cleared completely for set up before the members even arrive. Though his heart felt it would really be nice to see you, he also heaved a sigh of relief that he doesn’t have to think about what to say to you since you wouldn’t be here.

Entering the cafe, kyungsoo and baekhyun greeted everyone politely and got ready for the set with the help of their make up artists. 

‘Annyeonghasayo Baekhyun ssi, Kyungsoo ssi. I am the director for the MV, Lee Taemin’

Quickly getting up, they bowed politely and returned the greetings.

‘Could I just explain the set to the both you right now?

So basically in today’s set one of you would be a barista, and one would just be a customer….’

The director trailed on with the briefing,

But there was something bugging Baekhyun. Baekhyun could swear there was something really familiar about this man; like he had seen him somewhere before. But he just couldn’t recall exactly right now.

‘Ok, We will have kyungsoo ssi as the barista and Baekhyun ssi the latter. A real barista will be coming in later to help you out kyungsoo ssi, don’t worry’

Finishing his brief, the director turned to leave. Then it finally clicked in Baekhyun’s mind.

Oh gawd, he’s the guy that keeps visiting y/n

Thinking it through, it now absolutely make sense.

When he arrived, he was thinking how were they even able to find this cafe for use?

He thought to himself, surely you and Director Taemin must be really close if you were willing to let your shop to him for use. 

ah, but im sure y/n would let me use it too if i had asked.

He can’t help but feel a little salty instinctively. 

Suddenly across the room, the director exclaimed

‘Y/N you’re here!’

At the sound of Director Taemin calling your name, his heart skipped a beat and he immediately turned his head around to find you walking through the door. And was absolutely taken away

You were not in your pony tail or your white button down shirt with a black apron. You were not in the plain make up you normally put on either.

You came through the door wearing a mid length denim skirt and a white v neck with a green khaki coat that ended at the bottom of your skirt. Your long hair sat nicely at the front of your coat.

Though he had seen a fair share of cute, pretty and sexy girls in the entertainment industry, you somehow still took his breath away. 

As you moved across the room with Taemin, his eyes unconsciously followed where you went. Till when Kyungsoo shook him, was he finally able to tear his eyes away from you.

‘Baekhyun ah, I was talking to you , were you listening?’

‘Ye Ye, what did you say?’

They went on discussing about some of the other schedules they were to be having, until a familiar voice caused him to freeze.

‘Hello, I’m y/n, I’m the owner of this shop. I heard Kyungsoo ssi would be the barista actor? I’ll be the one teaching you later’

Kyungsoo looked up and greeted you politely while Baekhyun was still in a daze.

Seeing how he didn’t respond, you greeted him with a bright smile

‘Hello Baekhyun ssi’

Without waiting for Baekhyun to respond, you asked Kyungsoo to follow you to behind the kitchen now as there wasn’t much time to learn.

Watching you and kyungsoo walked away together, he mentally hit himself in the head. 

oh shucks she must think im a real jerk now. Making friends with her, then not coming here for months and the next time we meet i didn’t even greet her. 

Argh kyungsoo, give me my time with Y/N.

Though he was feeling a little lousy about the situation, he knew there was nothing he could do about it. He sat at corner table inside the shop while waiting for his scene set up to be completed.

Looking at you and kyungsoo, he had a monologue with himself 

though i really like her, i should probably let her go. the smile on her face, though i am confident i will be able to give it to her, but what if i bring more sadness than happiness?

The both of you having fun made him so jealous. He started imagining you with another guy, you with Taemin? He hated that feeling so much, but he had to accept this. He told himself, he must.

About 2 hours later , he was done with his shoot and all could break for lunch. Over lunch time, you and kyungsoo stuck together as time was tight. Kyungsoo couldnt practice using the coffee machine earlier when baekhyun was filming. 

Not once did you look over at him or even seem to think about talking with him. It was as if you guys were strangers.

Ah, great, this is how it should be like. She’s better than me at this. While i’m over here suffering about how to forget about her, she seem to be getting along just fine. She’s completely acting like she doesn’t know me.

Not being able to stand being around you anymore, he annoyed his manager hyung to drive him back to the SM building first. Coming up with some crap excuses that were questionable. But his manager hyung still sent him back since there was still time to spare before kyungsoo was done.

On his ride back, he set his resolve to let you go but he told himself 

no matter what, we were once friends that could count on each other. i don’t want to end up hurting her, and making her lose more hope in friendships. 

I’ll go back tonight to find her.

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At about 5.30 pm, kyungsoo sent a text message in their group chat that the filming has ended. Receiving that intel, he got ready to head off to your café. The production crew would need at least another half an hour to pack up anyway. He had ample time to get there.

As perfect as he had planned, when he arrived, the café was already cleared of the production team, but the lights were still on. He knew you would still be cleaning up after everyone left.

Out of courtesy, he knocked on the glass door, causing you to jump in surprise instead. Smiling at him, you beckoned him in.

‘Why are you back here?’ You asked while sweeping the floor.

‘It’s been a long time, isn’t it nice to see each other again?’ He asked casually, but he could feel his palms sweating already

You looked up at him and smiled without replying as you continued cleaning up.

‘So how are you? I’m sorry I haven’t been here for really long, EXO’s comeback is coming soon we are really busy ….’

Before he could even complete his sentence, you cut him off

‘Yes I know. It’s all on twitter and I watch your group’s vlive too. I know you guys have a lot to prepare and are really busy. Don’t have to apologise’

Though he knew you truly meant what you say, it broke his heart a little. He wasn’t really sure what to say anymore. But he wanted to ask this since the start

‘Why did you rent your place to be an MV set? Did you know it was for EXO?’

‘It’s just a favour I’m returning to Taemin ssi. He only told me it was for EXO when he asked for my help last week. But anyway, it’s really nice to see you being serious at work. Now I know why you have so many fangirls~’

‘Are you my fangirl now then?’ Baekhyun asked and waited expectantly.

‘Why? Are you going to give me your autograph if I said yes?’ You put aside the cleaning cloth and washed your hands while replying him jokingly.

‘Anyway, I’m done, shall we go?’

You grabbed your bag as you asked. As you walked right passed him, he reached out to grab your arm without even thinking.

Hesitantly, he started

‘Hey actually, I came today because I have something to tell you’

Staring right into his eyes, you replied

‘I kinda knew it already. Why would you suddenly come back here after not being here for so long. And the fact that you’re here at this hour… You’re definitely not coming here as a customer right?’

Looking at him with a hard expression, Baekhyun was surprised to see something other than ‘manners’ or indifference on your face after all this while.

‘I’m really sorry. I don’t even know how or where to start. I really liked your company, the friendship we had meant a lot to me. But as we got more comfortable, I don’t even know when... but....to be honest..

I started falling for you. I didn’t know what to do, can you understand this?’

He loosened his grip, letting your arm slowly slip out of his hands.

‘Remember the day you gave me the gift? I went home feeling so conflicted. I want us to be together so bad, but I know I can’t even promise you a regular and peaceful life, much less a stable relationship now. The weight of dating an idol, how could I put that upon you? ‘

‘You’re right, I could never carry that weight’ you reply came through like a stab to his heart.

He broke his eyes away from you momentarily. But you continued,

‘All this while, I thought I had done something wrong when I gave you the gift. I wondered why you didn’t come back, I thought we were friends, that’s why I even mustered up courage to get a present for you. But you never came back after that. I thought could it be that Baekhyun ssi started finding me weird like all my bullies last time? Was I over doing it? I asked myself that every now and then, worried that my desire to want to be friends with you may turn you off instead.

Sometimes when you tell funny stories, inside I thought how cute this guy is. When you were serious, I thought even though you’re so cheeky on the outside, you’re a man inside having to carry so many burdens. I wanted to say more, do something for you all this time, but I was worried about so many things.

Eventually when you stopped coming back for a while, I felt heart broken. 

But I used the time to think it all through. What did I want with you? A friendship? Something more? And I decided it’s best to not desire anything at all. I could never handle it if one day I want something more that neither of us could give each other’ 

Though you tried so hard to control, tears rolled down your cheeks. It hurts him to know he was the reason for your tears. 

He reached out to wipe your tears away, and you let him. 

‘Baekhyun ssi, I… I’m sorry too’ 

Overwhelmed with emotions at all the confession and looking at your beautiful face that leaned against his hand, he couldn’t hold back anymore, He closed the gap between both of you and gave you a kiss on the lips. A kiss so light it barely lasted a few seconds.

Heart beating fast, he pulled away slightly, his face still so close to yours. ‘I’m sorry for being selfish right now. But I want you to know this is how I feel.’

Before he knew it, your lips pressed against him once again. Briefly, then pulling away, you pushed him away, putting some distance between the both of you.

‘Me too. But Baekhyun-ssi...

Sometimes love isn’t about possessing, but giving

So I’ve told myself it’s okay for me as long as I can see you and support you in my own way. Be it your albums, shows, or whatever it may be.

My café doors will always be open for you as long as you need a listening ear or even just coffee....

Don’t be sorry. I understand, I just want to be the safe space you can still go to, rather than your burden.. If we were together.’

He could tell you were trying hard to manage a smile just so he could feel better. He moved closer and pulled you into a hug. 

‘I know you said not to be sorry, but I’m sorry ... And thank you’, his voice akin to a whisper

After a long pause, you returned his hug, and at your touch, he was at the brink of tears. You were possibly his once in a lifetime, but here you both were, giving up on each other, for each other.  He tried so hard to hold back his tears, but they streamed down eventually 

He rarely ever cried, but for you… If he couldn’t have you, at least he should be allowed to cry for you. 

He tightened the hug and could only wish for the night to never end. 

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Was hella hard to write this, sorry for this really tragic ending.

But partly writing it this way because I guess as fangirls one of the best things we can give our favs is a safe space to be real with us. Love isn’t about possession. So let’s love them right ok☺️

On a side note, was shook at his fan sign convos. Especially the one he said though he said it’s ok if we leave him for a while because it’s difficult to wait, he didn’t actually mean it.

What a sweetheart!! All the more makes me feel like he might really respond this way if he is faced with this kind of situation (as in this fanfic)?!

Anw hope you guys enjoyed this !

Tag(s): @wooya1224

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[grey-water-colors]

Missing You Damian Wayne X Reader Part 1

I really wanted to get into the writing scene here on Tumblr, so I thought I’d start with my latest fixation, the Batfam, specifically Damian Wayne. This is my first time writing him, so please be kind. Just so you know, The reader is a singer and an artist, and is popular for both. I hope you enjoy. If enough people like it I hope to open up requests, but thats only a maybe right now.

Warnings: Swearing? I think that’s it.

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1,244

Big thanks to @oreosmama for the title!

~~~

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I know. I’ll miss you as well beloved.”

He wrapped her up in a hug hoping to convey just how much he’d miss her.

“Are you sure I should go? I don’t want to leave for so long.”

“It’s only a week. You’ll be back before you know it.”

~~~

If only he knew how long a week without her would be.

Standing on top of a building he watched a plane fly overhead and briefly wondered if you were on that plane, but he knew better. He had memorized your schedule including when all your flights were. He knew you were already flying over the ocean on your way to London.

 ~~~

 Waking up without you beside him was strange. Your side of the bed was cold, and it was a little too quiet for his liking. You always made tired comments about having to get up every morning and were clumsy, leading to you running into furniture and loud footsteps. They were a comfort to him, and he didn’t even realize it till you weren’t here.

 ~~~

 As he sat in his first period class, he looked at the clock knowing you were about half an hour away from getting on your second flight taking you farther away from him.

 ~~~

 You walked off the plane and squinted at the bright lights of the airport. You didn’t know what time it was, but you had about an hour before your last flight for a day.

 It was currently 2:30 pm in Tokyo, which meant that it would be 1:30 am back home. Y/N smiled knowing Damian would be asleep after patrol, but she wouldn’t get to call for another 10 hours and wanted to see how he was doing.

 He answered after 3 rings. “Beloved?” His voice thick with sleep that made you smile.

 “Hey. I just arrived in Tokyo and I thought I’d call to see how you’re doing. And to tell you I miss you, but I know its early and you probably need your sleep. I can call you back, but not for another 10 hours and I figured you wanted to hear from me an-“ you rambled but he cut you off.

 “Beloved, I miss you too. Of course, we can talk now. I knew this would happen seeing as you are across the world right now.”

 You blushed. No matter how long you were with him, he still managed to give you butterflies. Had it been anyone else you were sure that they would have rather slept.

 “Your headed to your next flight correct?”

 “Ahh, yeah. I have like an hour before I leave though. I thought I’d find something to eat and to sit and relax for a bit.”

 “You should.” You heard him yawn on the other side of the phone.

 “How are things in Gotham? Any breakouts or robberies?”

 Part of you was joking, but another part was worried. You had always felt better about him being Robin when you were there to make sure he was ok after patrols. Being so far away made you worry. If something happened and you couldn’t get there in time.

 “Y/N? Are you there?”

 His concern traveled over the line and snapped you out of your head.

 “Yeah. I’m here, just a little lost in thought. It’s been a long day and I’m not even close to being done.”

 “Hmm, I was just saying that there wasn’t anything big, just a petty crime here and there. It was actually pretty boring.”

 “By all means I’m sorry it was boring, but I’m glad.” You gave a short laugh. “I should go. You need sleep. I’ll call you when I land, I think you should be awake by then.” You paused. “I love you.”

 “I love you too. I hope your flight goes well.”

 “Thank you, Goodnight.”

 “Goodnight, Beloved.”

 The click of the disconnection sounded in your ear as you saw a Starbucks. Your stomach growled.

 You felt a tear fall down your cheek. “Damn, I’m pathetic. Crying cause, I miss my boyfriend.” You let out a huff, you needed to get yourself together or you were never going to survive this trip.

 ~~~

 He officially hated waking up without you next to him. You both usually stayed in bed as late as you could stand it, whispering and dozing.

 Today though, without you here, he didn’t see the point in staying in bed, so he got up. You were on your longest flight, a grueling 10 hours of just sitting. He wished more than anything he could be there with you.

 You had sounded distant last night when you had called. Lonely, though you’d never tell him that because you knew he’d worry, but he knew you so well that he could hear it. Hear it in the pauses you took and in the way you said goodbye.

 ~~~

 Landing wasn’t as smooth as you had hoped it would be. You were going to Auckland, New Zealand to perform at a charity event. The Prime Minister would be there to start it off. Essentially it was a gala, but there were multiple things gong on. There would be other singers there as well as other artists. You were there as both.

 It was strange to think about going to a gala without the youngest Wayne by your side. He always kept a hand on the small of your back or an arm around your waist. You rarely danced with anyone other than Damian at galas because they made you uncomfortable. You were an adult though, and you didn’t always need him to hold your hand at these things.

 Rehearsals were at 10am and the event started at 7pm and went through until 12am. You would sing at 8 and then the rest of your time was mingling, selling your artwork, and heading back to your hotel to get some sleep before you were off flying again.

 When you landed, you had planned to call Damian seeing as it was 5 at night back home and you were both awake, but when you stepped out of the gate you were met with a chauffeur holding a sign with your name. You were then whisked away from the gate to get your luggage and dropped off at the hotel which was about an hour away from the airport.

 By the time you were checked in and, in your room, it was already 6:30 am and Damian had left about 20 missed calls on your phone. Before you could call him though, a knock on your door interrupted you, and you were promptly told that rehearsals had been moved up seeing as they were taking so long. You decided that a text would have to do and hurried to follow the person taking you to rehearsals.

 ~~~

 Damian was beside himself with worry. You said you would call when you landed, but that was 45 minutes ago. Had something happened to you? Were you ok? The questions left him with a rock in his stomach and a bitter taste in his mouth.

 He finally received a text message from you.

 Sorry for not calling. I haven’t had a break since I landed. Rehearsals are early and I don’t have time to call yet. I’m so sorry love. Please don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine.

The rock in his stomach eased a little, but still remained, and it would stay there until you were home in his arms.

Part 2   Part 3

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[haveyourselfacodychristmas]

Have Yourself a Cody Christmas - Christmas Day

THE FINALÉ OF HAVE ‘YOURSELF A CODY CHRISTMAS’ INTERACTIVE STORY

Michael Langdon X Jim Mason X Duncan Shepherd X Xavier Plympton X Y/N 

Warnings: Fluffy, a little non-sensical maybe, good Christmas fun, SMUT! Swearing! 

DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN’T COLLECTED ALL FOUR PRESENTS IN THE INTERACTIVE STORY. 

The smell of eggnog wafts over to you from your bedroom. You resolved to spend Christmas Day in your own bed, alone as did the rest of your family, so while there is no warmth you feel like you have an even playing field today. No jealousies, no bickering...that is if everyone kept to the same vow. Even though you aren’t the biggest eggnog fan, you know that it’s a tradition for Jim and sure enough when you tip toe downstairs you see him putting on the finishing touches of grated nutmeg.

’I swear this is how Washington himself did it.’ He boasts, sliding you a cup. 

‘It’s eight am, Jim.’ You laugh, watching him take a sip. ‘And you’re already on the alcohol.’ 

‘Eggnog can be drunk at any time.’

Duncan slopes into the kitchen, ignores the eggnog and switches on the coffee machine. ‘Even I can’t do that this early.’ He says, eying Jim’s foamy moustache. 

‘Why don’t you just get an IV?’ Jim quips, ‘Addiction will kill you, ya know.’ 

Duncan makes a face behind Jim’s back. You catch Jim on his way to the living room, wipe off his foam and give him a quick kiss. ‘Merry Christmas, bye the way.’ Jim calls to you both, sweeping his eggnog into his hands on the way. 

‘Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal.’ Duncan calls to Jim, pulling you into his arms as the smell of freshly brewed coffee sings in the air. ‘And to you,’ He smiles, giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose. 

‘Home alone?’ You question, wrapping your arms around Duncan’s waist.

‘My favourite.’ He nods, letting you cling to him as he pours out the coffee into two cups, ‘Want one?’

‘Yes, I can’t do eggnog right now.’

He chuckles, ‘He never changes.’ 

You take note of the fondness in Duncan’s voice and rest your head against his chest. 

‘Urgh, get a room.’ You expect to see Xavier in the doorway, but Xavier never rises before 10am. Instead, your favourite Travelling Salesman stands in the doorway. You squeal, running over and throwing your arms around him. Jerome hugs you back, ‘Hey princess, couldn’t miss a Christmas with my favourite people.’

‘Your favourites, really?’ Duncan smirks, immediately getting a third cup out for Jerome. 

‘I’m still getting used to the new one.’ Jerome admits, ‘And I need to drop off my presents for my most favourite ones.’

‘Miriam and Jeffrey will be awake soon.’ You promise, ‘They always wake around eight thirty.’ 

‘I don’t mind assisting with the morning.’ Jerome volunteers and you want to hug him all over again.

‘That would be great.’

‘And where is our blessed Antichrist?’ The Salesman accepts his cup from Duncan and takes a long drink, hip leaning against the countertop as Jim re-appears.

‘I thought I recognised your voice.’ Jim grins, giving Jerome a fist-bump. ’Sup, man?’

‘Enjoying being a father, Jim?’

He nods, melting. ‘It’s…it’s so good.’ 

Duncan slips his arm around Jim, ‘He wouldn’t work for me, but I heard someone’s due a promotion soon?’

Jim blushes, ‘Wha…me?’

‘So I hear.’

‘Only because I read your bosses’ mind.’ Michael’s deep voice travels over to you all. He’s leaning against the doorframe, signature silk black pyjamas on. ‘Hello Jerome.’

‘Still creeping on people’s thoughts?’ You give Michael a look, but knowing what the two of you got up to yesterday, you’re not too mad.

‘Only when they have something interesting going on.’ Michael sidles into the room, ‘Which is not that often.’ 

‘Now everyone is here but Xavier,’ Jim glances around each of you, ‘Can we do presents?’

‘Why don’t you wanna wait?’ Duncan asks.

‘Cause he takes forever to rise.’

‘We’re going to wait.’ You decide, but you lead the way back into the living space and drop onto the couch. Michael joins you and you rest your back against him immediately right as the baby monitor picks up Jeffrey’s morning cries. 

Jim makes a face, ‘Like clockwork.’

‘I’ll go,’ Jerome volunteers. ‘I wanna spend some time with my God children before you all ruin them more.’

‘Heyyy.’ Jim gives chase and you can hear the bickering all the way upstairs. 

You turn to Michael and press a kiss to his chest, ‘Merry Festive Day.’

‘Merry Festive Day.’ He echoes, fingers running through your hair.

‘Did Miriam like her card?’ 

‘She did’ He murmurs, ‘I got the usual six am text from her.’

‘Six am on Christmas!’

‘Rises at 6, has six presents under the three and six candles always lit.’ 

‘I get it’ You smile as Duncan drops into his favourite armchair, ‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen Duncan sleep in beyond six am any day but Christmas.’

‘Hey, I sleep in on vacation.’ He protests, crossing one leg over the other. ‘I’m not a total freak.’ 

‘When we were in the Bahamas,’ Michael points a lazy finger at Duncan, ‘You were up at 6am to reserve the sunbeds on the beach.’

‘Only because the Obama’s tried to steal that spot and it was perfectly facing the pool and the beach for easy access.’ 

‘Never change, Duncan.’ You laugh, watching the Media Mogul get flustered behind his coffee right as Jim and Jerome enter with the babies, closely followed by Xavier. 

‘Present time.’ Xavier trills, ‘Now we are all present, Jim says Medina is coming for dinner, so we can get started.’ 

Jerome deposits little Miriam in Michael’s arms, not daring to ignore the Antichrist making grabby arms. Now one year old, both Miriam and Jeffrey are interested in everything. Miriam latches onto Michael’s hair, tugging it out of his bun and watching the golden curls cascade. She bubbles a near laugh as Michael suppress rolling his eyes, ‘Again?’ He asks the baby who is nearly speaking small sentences.

‘Hair pretty.’ Miri insists, dropping into your lap and clapping her hands together.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey like his father is full of energy. The little boy is crawling everywhere, keeping both Jim and Jerome busy on the couch opposite. 

‘Well, I gave my gifts upstairs.’ Jerome announces, ‘You can see them later but lets just say-‘

‘Elsa!’ Miri beams. The entire room watches as an Elsa doll floats into the living space and into Miri’s arms. She hugs it tight, ‘Jerome!’

You can’t help a snigger as Jerome tries not to look too unsettled, ‘That’s very nice, baby.’ Duncan praises, far too used to Miri and her magic by now.

Jeffrey, not yet as advanced as his twin tucks himself into Jim’s side. ‘Well, that spoiled it.’ Jerome mutters, ruffling Jeffrey’s hair. ‘Maybe I do got a favourite one.’

‘Careful, Jerome.’ Michael smirks, ’I and my Miri can hear you.’

‘Presents.’ You decide, sinking to your knees and heading for the pile under the tree. You fish out Xavier’s first and pass it to him. Jim is kind enough to join you in handing out presents. 

You’re pretty sure you did well with your presents. Xavier’s already got an AirPod in one ear, Eurythmics coming faintly from his phone. Duncan’s engrossed in his planner, already writing with his Montblanc fountain pen from Michael. The two babies have joined you on the floor and found amusement in the pink tissue paper that contained bath and body products from Xavier to you. 

‘Here Michael,’ You hand him your present. ‘This is from me.’

‘Thank you my love,’ He murmurs, fingers running over the silver bow. You meet Jim’s eyes, the two of you watching the Antichrist. Michael, so unused to presents treasures every single one he gets. You watch him unwrap the present so delicately, smoothing down the wrapping paper and folding it to put aside for later. He reads your gift tag and gives you a smile that betrays his love of fashion upon reading Balenciaga. 

‘Hey, big spender.’ Duncan shoots you a wink, watching as Michael’s eyes rove greedily over the jacket. 

‘It’s perfect.’ His eyes shine with love, ‘But you didn’t have to.’

‘I did.’ You insist, unwrapping some brand-new underwear from Victoria’s Secret from Duncan. 

‘There’s something else in there you should…uh…maybe wait till the kids are in bed.’ Duncan coughs. You can’t resist a peek, spying a sleek black toy in the bottom of the box. 

You slip it back under the tree, ‘Yes, not a family-friendly present.’

‘Not a family-friendly man.’ He counters, now on his second cup of coffee.

‘Sure Dunc,’ Xavier gives him a nudge, ‘Married with two step-kids.’

You hand Jim his present as he hands his own over to Xavier, ‘Don’t go wild with it, okay? Jim says. 

‘Is it weed?’

‘Xaiver.’ You scold, side-eying Jeffrey.

He rolls his eyes, ‘They don’t know what weed is.’ 

‘WEED!’ Miri echoes, point to Xavier, ‘WEED.’

‘I’m no weed.’ Xavier counters back, ‘You’re the weedy one.’

‘Weed.’ She decides, settles beside her brother. 

‘It’s not weed.’ Jim bites out, ‘Just open it.’

‘You’re not gonna live that down now, Xav.’ You smirk.

‘Ayyy,’ Xavier laughs, taking out the skateboard and choosing to ignore you. ‘This is so rad, thanks bro.’ 

‘You’re welcome, weed.’ Jim shoots back, his grin playful as he opens your gift. ‘Is this…woah! Beach Boys, Y/N!’

‘Where did you get that?’ Duncan’s head snaps to the present, ‘I couldn’t find anything when I was searching.’

‘Secret auction.’ You reveal, gratification swirling through you as Jim looks deeply impressed. 

‘This is going in a frame on my wall where I can stare and never touch it.’ 

‘What the heck is the point of that?’ Xavier frowns, ‘You wanna be able to interact with stuff. Use it.’

‘It’s a poster though, babe.’ You laugh.

‘Collections show who a person really is.’ Jerome offers, ‘Be it Miri and her growing Elsa dolls or Duncan and his coffee cups.’ 

‘Hey.’

‘You’re on your third, Dunc.’ You point out, ‘You should slow down darling.’

Jim pulls you in for a soft kiss before taking over Duncan’s armchair. Finished with your present duties, you inspect your pile of presents. Along with the underwear and bath products, you have a new Chanel bag from Duncan, some surprisingly comfy slippers from Jerome, make-up and red nail polish from Michael, chocolates and an iPad from Jim. But it isn’t the presents that has you so content, it’s seeing you favourite people together and happy. You wouldn’t trade any of them for anything in the world. It’s times like these that you are truly thankful for Christmas.

‘Used my discount,’ Jim winks, clearly proud of himself. ‘Didn’t use the bank of Duncan once.’

Michael has enough new designer clothes to kit out his wardrobe, but he’s most intrigued by a spell book gifted by Jerome. He’s been pouring over it with Miri for the past half hour, his lips mouthing incantations. You’ve had to stop the Christmas tree from levitating twice now. 

‘Where did you get a spell book from?’ Duncan asks, taking a peek over Michael’s shoulder. 

The Antichrist, leans back and presses a kiss to Duncan’s cheek, ‘It’s very interesting. Both dark and light magic.’

‘Egypt.’ Is Jerome’s simple answer, 

‘Egypt?’ Jim echoes.

‘Or was it Persia?’

‘Persia doesn’t exist anymore.’

‘Or Rome.’

‘I give up.’ Jim sulks, ‘I’m gonna check where Dina is.’ He leaves the room, already making the call. 

Xavier sighs, ‘Well since I pulled the short straw I’d better get going on Christmas dinner. Jerome, you wanna help do potatoes?’

‘Sure.’ Jerome follows Xavier out into the kitchen, ‘Besides, I haven’t had a chance to properly grill you yet.’

‘Grill me?’ 

Michael beckons you over, nudging Duncan aside to make room for you. The Media Mogul has been lazily letting Michael run his fingers through his hair completely absorbed in Michael’s spell-book. 

‘I have one more present for you, the usual trinkets aside.’ 

‘You’ve already got me things.’ You say, dropping between the two men and sitting Miri on your lap. Her head falls against your breast as you press a kiss to the top of your head. 

‘I know, but I couldn’t resist making this for you.’ Michael murmurs. Duncan meets his eye and then collects Miri in his arms.

‘Come on trouble, you can help Daddy Duncan make some Christmas Bellinis.’

‘No alcohol!’ You and Michael both chorus before catching each other’s eyes. You laugh it off, snuggling a little closer to the Antichrist. 

‘You made something for me?’

Michael produces a long, thin black box. ‘I…’ He clears his throat, ‘I wanted to make it perfect and…we’ve known each other for so long that I…I wanted to stand out if you will. Ever since Duncan became your official husband I’ve…I can’t help but admit that I’ve felt the overwhelming need to give you something that is entirely mine.’ He plunges on before you can interrupt, ‘I’m not jealous. I’m not bitter or upset.’ He insist, eyes shining with the truth. ‘I love our family, everyone equally. But, we have Miri and we so much history I…well…here you go. Merry Festive Day, Y/N.’ 

He opens the box, revealing a blood red rose. Dew drops linger on the rose, frozen in time as you take it out of the velvet lining. ‘Oh Michael,’ You whisper, inspecting the de-thorned perfection. ‘It’s beautiful.’

‘It will remain in full bloom.’ He says, voice full of pride and eagerness. ‘So long as I love you, this rose will thrive. So in that instance, it is everlasting.’ 

You can feel tears coming as you kiss him deeply. ‘I love you so much,’ You whisper, ‘It’s the most perfect gift.’ 

‘Just that extra something.’ He smiles, ‘Display it however you like. It was this or…well I did mention to the boys whether I should round up your worst enemy and present them to you bound and gagged to do as you like. But Jim didn’t think you’d like it as much as this.’

You snigger, patting his thigh gently. ’No I much prefer this.’ 

‘Dinner help please!’ Xavier’s voice rings from the kitchen, ‘Jim’s burning down the apartment.’

You smirk and place the rose back in it’s box, ‘Will you keep it safe for me? While I put out the fires?’

‘What would Christmas be without a little fire?’ Michael tucks the box under his arm.

‘A perfectly ordinary and boring Christmas.’ You say, walking into the kitchen only to find the Ham half burned. Jim is downing a Bellini, while Xavier is caught up arguing with Jerome about the mashed potato. Duncan seems to be safeguarding the coffee machine, while the twins sit in their highchairs, two pictures of innocence. Miri turns to Michael and beams at her daddy, ‘Weed.’

‘And we’re nothing like normal.’ 

Thank you so much to everyone who has read and gone on this adventure with me. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This took a lot of time for me to write, put together and work on without a beta all on my own. A like or a reblog would mean the world so if you enjoyed, please do share this! 

Merry Festive Christmas!

[cockasinthebird]

Apparently I never shared this here?? Some more Soulmate AU because fuck if it isn’t cute

-

For a Saturday morning, Steve is awake surprisingly early.

When his alarm rings at 8am, he shoots up and has exactly ten minutes to become clear headed after too little sleep, maybe 4 hours or so; it's so hard to fall asleep when his skin tingles.

Feet stumble over yesterdays outfit, as he rushes into his bathroom to turn on the shower, drowsy movement guided by a groggy head from lack of sleep, but it's worth it all when he catches himself in the mirror.

“What song best represents you?” Steve had written on his bicep, and the response was-

“Rock you like a hurricane ;)” Which... isn't a surprise. “You?”

“Don't you forget about me”

He still feels a slight blush creep up when he sees what Billy's response had been. “I won't.”

“Show me your moles again” Billy had requested, written across his ribs.

And Steve had taken his time with that; circled every single one he could reach from the comforts of his bed. Up and down his arms, his chest, that he shaves for this exact reason, abdomen, shins... thighs... hips... down where he trims his pubic hair, body oddly... excited to reveal certain locations, and his heart races as he re-reads, in impressive cursive-

“Oh ;)” down between his legs.

He catches himself grinning like a fool in the mirror.

Then looks at his left hand, words on his wrist-

“Take my hand”

The circle in the middle of his palm has faded a bit, probably worn off by Billy as he had gone about his day-to-day in Australia, while Steve had slept in America.

And he reaches for the ballpoint pen on the sink – a tactic he was quick to learn, is to always have something to write with in every room of the house, rather than just carry one pen with him everywhere and occasionally lose it – then retraces the circle in his palm, now fresh and clear blue.

It takes less than 10 seconds before he feels pressure in the same form again, as Billy draws on top of the circle in his own palm.

Next there's a gentle and familiar tickling across his naked hip-

“Good morning princess” and a little crown scribbled above the i.

Steve is so, so tempted to draw out a heart, to just make that tiny little shape down there, but the both of them understand what a heart so low means. So he simply signs off with a singular dot, to show “message received.”

And in the shower he does his best to wash away old messages and song lyrics; to clean up the canvas for today's fresh pen strokes. His skin is itching to be touched and used again already, ready to be marked up everywhere the two of them can reach.

When the clock says 08:09am he's out of the shower and drying his hair – never before has he washed up so quickly, but for good reason, because barely does the clock switch to 08:10am, when the phone on his bedside table rings.

“Harrington residence, this is Steve,” he says all courteous and well mannered, but who else would it be other than-

“Hey pretty boy,” Billy drawls out.

A smile grows immediately. Steve leans against the table and smooths his hair back from where it lies limply against his forehead. “Hi.”

“You busy?”

Steve hums in feigned contemplation and looks around his room, only slightly messy. “I guess I can take a break from my busy morning for you.”

The way Billy chuckles deep in the receiver urges forth goosebumps down Steve's bare arms.

“Want me to put on some music?” Steve asks per the usual.

Since he lives alone and hates the silence of such an empty home, he listens to music near constantly, and it eventually became a bit of a thing between them, to always have something running in the background.

“Yeah, play the song you mentioned earlier.”

The song he had said “represented him best”, although having thought more about it, there are several songs that could describe him and his life, Tainted Love, Sweet Dreams are made of this, Don't you want me. Plenty of songs put in to words how utterly lonely and starved for attention he truly is, but Don't you forget about me had been the subtlest choice in a constant struggle to not come off as clingy.

“Ok, hold on!” the tone he had intended was soft, but it jumped right into eager before the words had even left his tongue.

Swiftly with practiced hands, he slips out the vinyl from its sleeve, lifts up the plastic cover for the turntable, and places the stylus in the grooves of the LP. The music is low and Jim Kerr's voice fills the room.

Steve dances; pumps his shoulders to the beat and spins his way back to the bed, then lands with a poomf next to the phone receiver he had thrown onto his covers.

“Is it too loud?” he asks with closed eyes as he listens to the song.

“No it's good,” Billy says with a clear smile to his tone. “And the song isn't that bad.”

Saying that they have vastly different tastes in music would be a severe understatement. Sure, a few of the records that Steve has lying around his house is technically from rock bands- Van Halen, Inxs, even Simple Minds is rock, but not the right type of rock according to Billy. It's pop rock, it doesn't count.

“Sleep well, princess?”

Steve feels his lips twitch further up at that stupid name that started out as a tease years ago when Steve had been crying about not getting his way with his rich parents, but now it was something dear.

“Mmh yeah,” he mumbles out and leans into the phone. “Didn't get much sleep though.”

“Hey you can't blame that on me, I was at work all day,” Billy laughs, “You're the one that started it all... couldn't stop thinking about you after you fell asleep.”

“And now I'm awake and you're going to bed,” Steve whines only a bit.

“Yeah... time zones suck.”

There's a short silence, as the chorus plays-

Don't you, forget about me

Don't, don't, don't, don't

Don't you, forget about me

“Tell me about your day.” He crawls further up the bed till he meets with his pillows, and takes the pen from his bedside table.

“Same shit as every other Saturday really, spent all day at work getting distracted.”

The insinuation in his tone makes Steve laugh.

“My co-workers really tease me about it sometimes, they noticed all the circles on my skin and asked about it.”

“And what did you say?”

“The truth; that my soulmate was marking all her moles...” It's clear in his voice that Billy stopped smiling. “I'm sorry that I haven't told them that you're a-”

“A guy?” Steve interrupts, his own mood slightly sour, but he gets it; he can't blame Billy for the way the world works. “Billy...” he speaks softly, “I don't want you to feel bad about not telling anyone that I'm Steve and not Stacy. I've only told one person here the whole truth.”

“Robin, right?”

“Yeah, from history.” He pops off the cap on the ballpoint pen, and sits up to start drawing little flowers up on his thigh.

“Hmm...” Billy hums as he has probably noticed. “How's it going with her and Heather?”

“Pretty good; Robin's become an oddly proficient swimmer suddenly.” And Steve chuckles, “I'm kinda feeling neglected though. My best friend is spending more time with her girlfriend than me!”

“Well...” Billy's voice suddenly so warm and sweet like honey, as he says, “What can you do when you're in love.”

And Steve's heart beats an extra few times upon hearing Billy say that word. Love. Yeah, what can you do...

“Anyway,” Billy says as there's no response from Steve. “There is this one guy at work, uhh, think his name is Julien? Julian? Julius? Something with a J, it doesn't matter. I think he might be gay, too.”

Steve perks up a brow with a sly smirk. “Oh? And how do you know that?”

“I dunno,” his response a slight mumble, “He just... gives off a vibe?”

And the other brow goes up. “A vibe?”

“Yeah! Like!” frustration apparent at the fact that Steve doesn't just get what he's saying. “You know... all... well groomed?”

Steve chortles loud enough for it to drown out the music through the phone. “Ok, go on.”

“His hair is just always so nice, face clean shaven and skin always so clear...”

“Oh you must have gotten pretty close to notice all of that,” Steve is still bubbling with leftover laughter.

“Steve...” but Billy sounds so worried. “You know I wouldn't-”

“I haven't asked you not to,” Steve interrupts and looks up into the air, as if he could catch Billy's eyes and give him a reassuring look. He can feel that they're all so suddenly on the brink of a rather important discussion that they've already had.

“I know! I know...” Billy sighs. “I just want you to know that I haven't... been with anyone ever since you and I started...”

Getting serious? Are they serious? With an ocean between them, can they be...

“Yeah, me neither...” Steve's heart thumps as his mind starts spewing out ideas of what it would be like... to be with Billy. “But you can. If you want to. You don't need my permission, Billy.”

“Yeah you've said that already, and the same goes to you, too, of course.”

“I know...”

But there's a clear air of assumption between them, despite the thousands of miles. Assumption, expectation, hope that there's a chance...

The song repeats again.

Won't you, come see about me

I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby

Yet the two of them don't say a word. Just listens to the song, together. The type of silence between them that can only be achieved with someone you're so comfortable with. When Steve feels Billy draw in his hand, and looks to see a heart in his palm. A little, shy heart.

And he can't help but smile warmly; feels his cheeks heat up with unspoken feelings- the kind that just came naturally over the last 7 years, and that he wishes to cherish forever.

He draws a heart around Billy's, just slightly bigger, surrounding it, like an embrace.

“Getting tired yet?”

“Yeah,” Billy sighs, sleepy and exhausted. “I always feel so drained during winter. It's so cold and dark... I miss being a lifeguard, but no one wants to go to the beach in this shitty weather. And I use my body in a different way as a mechanic, and I have to deal with customers and co-workers...” he complains about it a lot, but Steve knows that Billy loves getting to spend all day getting dirty and fiddling with cars.

Once talked about opening his own shop somewhere. Says he hasn't quite decided where to do so yet.

Assumption, expectation, hope...

“Should we hang up?”

“Mmmh, no, let me just hear the song a few more times,” is his reasoning, but they both know that that's not why.

They always struggle with hanging up, which is why they don't do this as much as they want to- other than it being expensive of course. Despite their souls being connected and bodies bonded this way, being on either end of the phone line is when they truly exist together. Even in silence, just knowing the other is there too keeps the world away.

“Want me to trace my hand?” Steve whispers softly, his voice a sweet little thing, only for Billy's ears.

“That'd be nice, yeah.”

And oh how he wishes he could see Billy now; eyes closed, a warm and dopey smile, tan body naked under the sheets. There's nothing he wants more in life, than to fall asleep with his muscular arms wrapped around himself, to share body heat, to share their breaths.

But for now, he can settle with drawing the pen along the lines in his palm; creating an endless pattern that Billy describes as feeling like you're running your finger over my skin.

The closest thing to caressing his soulmate that he can get. For now. And the last thing he hears from Billy's end, is him humming with pleasure of the gentle touch.

#Harringrove #My Writing #Soulmate AU #Fluffy fluff fluff #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #working on another part

[thetastyd]

Banana fritters

I decided to make brunch for valentines but obviously this makes a great dessert and for any kind of day. Often I do make things on the fly and just know what the consistency of it should end up like before cooking and in this case I tasted it up until I added the eggs. My boyfriend is often amazed at how I can go in the kitchen and bake something without a recipe. This time though I took the scales out and made note of the quantities that I used.

Makes 12 fritters

Ingredients

2 bananas

1tsp mixed spice

1/2tsp cinnamon

1/2tsp nutmeg

1 tap vanilla

30g caster sugar

40g soft brown sugar

1tsp baking powder

2tbs milk

140g plain gluten free flour

Vegetable/sunflower oil

Method

First off you need ripe or over ripe bananas... if like me you brought your bananas 2days ago and they are still tinged with green throw them in the microwave for about 30seconds to help soften them up. The picture above was taken after I had microwaved mine so you don't even need to peel them for this. It just makes it soft enough so that your not going to have a hard time mashing them.

Soooo mash your bananas well and add in your spices, sugar and vanilla essence, And mix it well.

Sooo when that's well mixed in add in your flour... if unlike me your not feeling lazy sift it so that you'll end up with a lighter fritter.

As you can see i just dumped my flour in.

Once mixed in I found that it was a tad two thick which is where the milk comes in... you can add the milk in when you added the egg but this when I did it.

So because I was making these for me and my boyfriend and at this point he was still in bed... I'm an early riser and he doesn't usually get up till after 10am so I just left my batter to rest in the fridge until he was up. About 40minutes. Usually batters are left to rest to help the gluten to develop but there ain't no gluten here so technically I don't think its needed. But I'm just letting you know what I did.

Heat up some oil in a large frying pan till its quite hot.. then using a dessert spoon dollop spoon fulls of the batter into the oil. You can tell if the oil is hit enough if you can see bubbles form instantly around your fritters.

When you can see bubbles forming in the batter you can flip one of your accidental drips if its nice and golden like this its time to flip the rest.

Once its golden on both sides take them out and place on some kitchen towel to absorb excess grease.

Once all the batter is done its ready to serve

I drizzled mine in toffee sauce and his with honey and added sliced strawberry to both.

#banana fritters #recipes #glutenfree #breakfast #brunch #cooking recipes #jamaican food #cooking #bananaz #foodblogger #food

[thatskepticalbitchcara]

I did say I would answer those questions last night or this morning but I over indulged just a tad and I had to sleep it off and rest today so my answers are as follow

I'm 5'6

Taking a private class such as (cooking, baking, painting, wine tasting) something fun with just the 2 of us so we could talk.

Africa, I just love everything about it.

Ironically I went to Florida at the start of September. Did not go to Disney a little too crowded for my taste.

No I don't have a roommate

Yes, I can be a doctor anywhere

Only child

I watched Beauty and the Beast this morning ( animated version)

No and No

2+ years

A little over a year

Usually spend the day with the parentals if their schedule permits

Nope, I get a bit jealous so I wouldn't want to share

Well I'm ready for bed since I have an early day Tank top and panties.

I slept till about 10am. My mother came over alone because dad was out golfing and we met up with him for an early dinner. We all have an early day tomorrow

Canadian (Quebec)

Jeep renegade (but I barely drive in the city, only when I go to Long Island to visit the grands)

I don't have commitment issues. Once I give my heart to someone they have for as long as they want it.

Nope, I watch season 1-3 and the show got stupid so I quit and never looked back.

PS: I am vaccinated and get tested biweekly, just waiting on a booster once they reach my age group.

PPS: just realized I haven't even say hello to you today, so hi my love! How are you??

hi there 💕 i’m okay! just wishing the weekend would last a little longer. i hope you had a good weekend!

wanna know what’s super crazy? so the other week i decided to journal about what i’d want my perfect partner to be like. and i wrote someone who is finishing med school or law school and is french/french canadian so we could raise our kids speaking french 😂 i was mostly just joking bc ofc i think your person shows up when they’re ready and in the form most meant for you, but 👀👀👀

i’ve never been to africa! which countries did you go to? i really want to go to morocco. i love love love how colorful and gorgeous it is.

and look at us… both being only children 😇 has that always made you have a need to create a bigger family/community of your own? or has it made you more comfortable being alone all the time? we come from quite different backgrounds/families so maybe we won’t align on that but i’m always curious about other only children.

#gf anon