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rhenuvee · 1 year

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Genshin Men: How They Greet You In The Morning [Sumeru + Wanderer]

Summary: What our lovely Genshin boys do when they wake up (and you’re still asleep, or just beginning to wake up)

Genre: fluff | x reader (established relationship)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait and inactivity!

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Tighnari: As the chief of the forest rangers, he'd be up very early. He brushes any hair fallen in from of your face, or wipes any drool from your chin. Avidya forest is too big for you to be constantly looking for him, especially since he's probably moving everywhere. So he opts for leaving a little clue- usually Padisarahs as a way to tell you to meet him where they are grow, Pardis Dhyai when it's noon. That way you can both have a little lunch break there. (Insert Karkata acting as your AI robot love child).

Cyno: Also early riser as part of his duty. I feel like romance is originally not his dictionary (ok look at him telling jokes- I'M SORRY), but when being with you he learns how to show affection. When he does with morning routine, he finds himself always looking back at your peacefully sleeping figure. As the General Mahamatra, he doesn't get a lot of time to see you, so he always secretly hopes to bump into you wherever he is in Sumeru. He pulls the covers more and gives you a quick kiss to your forehead before he leaves.

Wanderer: I wouldn't say he wakes up early, but he definitely wakes up before you. Little do you know the short minutes before you wake are when he stares at you sleeping, almost analyzing the details of your face. Sometimes you catch him, and of course- he denies it. He tells you to "hurry up and get ready" with a dust of pink on his cheeks. (Lovingly) throws his hat at you when you say something cheeky at 8am. He may act like all crabby like this, but don't worry, you know he can't say no to you or ever get mad at your antics.

Alhaitham: Prefers to stay home, but if you do plan to get up, you may have to convince him to get up too with a coffee (and a quiet place he can read his book near you). Expect him to eventually give you a light kiss if you wake up later than him. Sometimes you pretend to still be asleep to get said kiss, but it doesn't take long for Alhaitham to figure you out. "I know you're awake, I can see you smiling". You whine and pout saying he's no fun, but he is the one who secretly ends up smiling. "C'mon let's go" he says while giving you another kiss to your forehead, and this time you can sense the love in his words.

Kaveh: My love- He is quite romantic, so after greeting you a "good morning" he has a compliment ready for you. Something tells me he wakes up late. Definitely is the one begging you to stay in bed with him and that his designs can wait. You can convince him quite easily. Usually, telling him the possibility of Alhaitham barging in and telling him to wake up will do the trick (or that happening exactly). Or the one he prefers is to use your sweet words and tell him you're free to go on a date with him today. His eyes instantly brighten up and he springs up to his feet. "Well why didn't you say that in the first place? Come on my love~"

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garoujo · 2 years

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・✶ ｡ﾟ[10:44am] — hanma shuji.

“breakfast is almost ready.” you hum when you feel hanma’s daunting presence in the doorway, for someone who was normally an 8am riser for work — there was a certain sort of charm to seeing him a little more lax and drowsy, face still puffy with sleep while his lips look like they almost twist into a pout.

“fuck sake, you didn’t wake me up, doll.” he grunts but despite the annoyance that laces his tone he can’t deny the sense of familiarity he feels in his chest when he catches sight of you at the stove — in his apartment, being so fucking domestic.

“was i supposed to.” you ask him in turn, your own lips pursed even though there’s still a smile that graces your features when you watch hanma take a seat at the counter with a grin of his own.

“come on, you know i get cold.” hanma huffs, teasing as his amber gaze narrows at where you stand and he props his chin up against his palm when you turn to eye his lanky form — but you can’t deny how pretty he looks like this.

hanma had always been a feared man, he had a reputation — punched peoples teeth in for a living and was part of the organisation who ran this city, adorned in expensive suits and high-end glasses, blonde and black curls and black cursive ink adorning each hand, the sight of sin and punishment would make anybody else tremble.

except you, because this shuji — your shuji, was someone that only you had the pleasure of seeing and to your delight, he was always a little softer in the mornings when his reflexes and sharp tongue were still lost under the fuzziness of sleep.

his dyed hair was messy, unstyled as it hangs over his eyes — making him look a little younger, softer than the man people were used to. the way his smiles curled were gentle, a little less cruel and unhinged, although you know you wouldn’t catch him dead being this soft if he was fully awake, and it was charming to watch him squint at you, missing the usual clarity his glasses or contacts would give him.

those same hands were the same touch you yearned for rather than feared, fingers that adorned sin that would intertwine with yours or his other hand, punishment, that was always too preoccupied with drawing his initials softly into the skin of your waist.

“see somethin’ you like, baby?” hanma grins when he notices you staring, pulling you from your thoughts as he pushes himself up from the counter. he’s checking you out, blatantly and shamelessly as he drinks you up and it doesn’t take him long to be by your side — hooking his arm around your waist before he’s curling you into him and you sway when you look up at his imposing, tall stature.

“cause i sure do.” he purrs, soft, crooning syllables against your cheek when he leans in, nipping at the skin of your jaw and you feel a smile twitch on your lips at the words that curl down your spine.

“you want sugar in your coffee?” you return, shooting him a humoured grin as you deliberately let his teasing roll over your shoulders just so you can feel the way his fingers flex into your waist, pulling an irritated groan from your boyfriend when he stands up straight again — only so you can see him roll his eyes with a huff. “you know i do.”

“just checking.” you smile and hanma’s hand doesn’t leave your figure, feeling it slide along your lower back but you still feel your skin burn hot where his long fingers press along your skin.

if he was honest, he knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger, taking advantage of your fatal attraction to him at the most exhilarating times but he secretly likes the moments like these, because truth be told, you’ve got him eagerly wrapped around yours too.

“fuckin’ hell i’m hungry, doll.” hanma groans, clicking his tongue as he lets one of his inked hands lift his t-shirt a little to scratch at his stomach, showing off the smooth ivory muscle that dips into the waistband of his sweatpants. “you’re such a baby.” you retort and he shoots you a look that’s supposed to be hostile, but the grin that twitches on his lips says otherwise when his index finger finds its way up to trace along your jawline.

“i’m a fucking criminal.” he warns, amber gaze narrowing at you but you only smile, “wow, you are so scary.” and theres a sort of playful mocking to your words before he’s rolling his eyes again.

“shut the fuck up.” he grumbles but he secretly likes the sort of give and take he found in you — watching the way his eyes light up when they meet yours and he’s throwing his head back to laugh. the sound sends a pleasant shiver down your spine but he’s still pulling you closer and because you love him, you find yourself laughing too.

you feel hanma’s fingers squeeze around your waist before he’s taking a drink of his coffee, but when you turn to look at him his eyes are already on you from over the rim of his mug.

“what’re you up to, shuji?” you giggle, a little suspiciously before you narrow your gaze at him and he snorts, rocking forward and you can tell clarity has finally started to get a hold on him when he sends you a smile that’s just as cheeky as it is smug. your boyfriend’s large frame draping over you while you try to plate breakfast, resting his chin on the dip of your shoulder so you can hear the way his voice drops to a growl, before he’s playfully biting at your neck.

“hm, just dunno if this is gonna satisfy my appetite, doll.”

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devils-dares · 2 years

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BEE !! HAPPY 400 ILYSM

can i get #7 from the friends to lovers list with slightly drunk college realer and matt post party ??

maggie baby! ily!

mentions of alcohol

7-friends to lovers: being awfully nervous when they're having a sleepover because they just wonder where their thoughs will be wandering when they're sharing a bed

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Matt could hold his liquor a hell of a lot better than you could. He could probably outdrink you and still have a sense of sanity. Thankfully, you didn’t get as drunk as you wanted to, grumbling about some project and an 8am class, but you were still giggly and unsteady which led to Matt helping you to your dorm from a frat. He grabs your key from you and helps you in, sitting you upright on the bed.

“I can’t take my shoes off.”

“What?” He asks.

“I can’t take them off, the world starts spinning when I bend over.” He sighs and gets on his knees in front of you.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking them off for you, unless you wanna sleep with them on?” He joked and you scoffed and shoved the heel of your sneaker at him. He laughs as he takes the both of them off and turns around so you can get changed.

“Can you toss me that sweatshirt on my chair?” He grabs it but before he tosses it to you, he feels the material.

“Wait- did you steal this from me?”

“I didn’t steal it! I just… never returned it.”

“That’s stealing.”

“Shut up, lawyer.”

“Soon to be.”

“You should have an off button, or at least a mute. Give it to me.” He hands you the sweatshirt and you throw it on.

“Alright, I’m headed home, catch you in class tomorrow? Unless you’re hungover, of course.”

“I hate you, I’ll be fine.” He laughs as he leaves and you lock the door after him, smiling to yourself.

Climbing into bed, you get under the covers and begin to drift off to sleep a few minutes later until you hear several knocks on the door.

“It’s Matt, can you let me in?” You hear and sigh, taking the warm covers off and unlocking the door for him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“I-uh… heh, I lost my keys.” He says.

“What about Foggy?”

“Out with Marci, probably won’t be back until tomorrow. Can I stay here?” You looked shocked at his question.

“Here? Matt, I don’t think I have the room for the both of us.”

“I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on a dorm room floor. Maybe if I move some pillows there should be enough room for the two of us.”

“Are you sure? I am totally fine with sleeping on the floor.”

“Matt, get in the bed.” He huffs and gets in after you, the bed squeaking under your weight and suddenly you realize how close the two of you are under the blanket.

“Goodnight, Matty.”

“Goodnight.” But your brain doesn’t begin its descent to dreamland, no, it starts overthinking. Can he smell the alcohol that you were too drunk to wash off? Are your feet too cold? Are you on his unspoken side of the bed? Could he hear your racing heartbeat, telling him that you felt a little something a little stronger? Little did you know he was sweating for the same reason. Neither of you were getting any rest in this bed.

Matt was trying to wrack his brain, trying to think of any logical reason he was overthinking sharing a bed with you. You were irregularly warm, he could feel the heat wafting off of you practically in waves.

Finally he has enough, and shakes you “awake” although he already knew you were wide awake.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I can hear you thinking.”

“Yeah? What does it sound like?”

“Nails on a chalkboard.”

“That seems like an insult but I’ll let it slide.” He laughs.

“Can I- can I come closer?” He’s taken aback by your words, but nods and lets you tuck into his body nonetheless.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, voice soft and somehow lulling you to sleep.

“Is this a safe space?” You ask, half joking and half serious.

“Always.”

“I’m thinking about you.” Your heartbeat flutters and he wraps his arm around you just a little tighter.

“In what way?”

“In this way. The way we’re close right now, my head on your chest,” and you can’t tell if it’s the alcohol still in your system or just being exhausted from tiptoeing around Matt but you keep spilling, “I want it, Matt. I want us… like this.” He smiles.

“Can I kiss you?”

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Y-yeah, yeah you can.” It doesn’t take him anything else than your affirmation for him to cup your face and dip his chin to connect your lips. He smiles into it and it grows deeper as you swing your leg over his body, straddling him as he rests his hands on your hips, pulling you until your body lay directly on his.

“I don’t- mm- wanna crush you.”

“You won’t, just keep kissing me.” And you do, you’ll kiss him for as long as he wants.

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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Like Father, Like Son

Summary: Joe Floyd is one cruel son of a bitch. Later Bob turns out to be his dad’s equal

Notes: Based off of an interview with out dear friend, Glen Powell about a very gross but very funny incident that occurred during flight training

Miramar, CA

September, 1992

5:30am

Joe was still sleeping deeply at this early hour, his face almost buried into Irene’s neck and his arm coiled protectively around her shoulders. The other kids would have to get up for school in an hour, leaving him to leave at the same time they did.......8am on the dot.

Irene groaned in her sleep, annoyed at the set of tiny feet kicking her all over and the movement that was becoming more frequent these days and one that she knew a little too well. “Baby?”

“What?” Joe murmured.

“Little man’s awake already.”

Joe yawned, his hand gently rubbing her shoulders before moving down to her more noticeable bump. “You be nice to your mother,” he said. “Or else I’m gonna have to come in there and fight you.”

He felt the flat of a tiny foot shoot to the palm of his hand before it disappeared and settled. “You see what he did there?” he asked her with an annoyed look on his face.

“Oh no,” Irene chuckled sarcastically. “Your little mini Muhammad Ali’s been quiet all morning.”

Joe rolled his eyes and figured it was time to get up. “Want me to get the rest of the prison inmates up?”

“Go ahead,” Irene laughed.

Joe kissed her cheek before pressing a firm one to her lips. God she was gorgeous.....even after the kids and still as happy-go-lucky as the day he and Irene had their first date at a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert all those years ago. “I love you,” he whispered.

“Love you too,” she said, smiling widely as her hand grazed his shadow-lined chin.

He kissed her once more before he shifted and kissed her bump. “I love you too little man,” he whispered. “You’d better behave for your mother while I’m gone or else you’re gonna hear about it when I get home.”

Joe went about the usual routine of catching a shower before he jumped into his flight suit and boots, grabbing the keys, helmet and backpack he took with him every day to work. Now came the hard part......getting the seven other miscreants in the house up for school.

“Let’s go! Let’s go!!” Joe ordered loudly, knocking on the bedroom doors. “Everybody up! First day of school! Let’s get going! C’mon! Reagan, Eugene and Michael, get up! Sean, you too, I don’t want any complaints.”

The four eldest stuck their heads out of their doors as Joe continued down the halls. “Liam, let’s get moving!” Joe ordered. “Chloe and Aly, you two little troublemakers better be up in five minutes and I mean five minutes!”

Each of the kids gladly complied, not wanting to incur the wrath of their father who had early mornings down to military precision. Reagan, the oldest of the Floyd wolf pack, was old enough to help get breakfast ready for the younger ones. She climbed onto her little stepstool in the kitchen, turned on the radio and helped as best she could, while Joe made sure the kids had everything in their bags.

The kids ate quicker than usual and cleaned up when they were done before rushing back to their rooms to get their new school clothes. Not too bad. The only bump in the road being Liam with his sloppily tied shoes. No matter, the kid was still learning.

Outside they went to wait for the bus to take them to the school on base. Thank God it was one of those hippie schools that let the kids play outside as much as they could. Joe and Irene loathed the thought of the kids being stuck inside all day.

As soon as they had been picked up, Joe jumped in the truck and switched on the radio, unrolling the windows so that every annoying neighbor along the way would have to listen to AC/DC’s “It’s a long way to the top” blaring from the speakers as he drove by.

“It’s gonna be a good day,” he told himself, repeating it like a mantra, over and over again.

Naval Air Station, Miramar

8:50 am

Joe strode onto the tarmac with his flight helmet in hand and aviators perched on the bridge of his nose. Today was definitely going to be eventful, seeing as Maverick and Ice were the first two to greet him.

“Looks like we’ve got some new recruits,” Joe remarked.

“New is a bit of an understatement, Rabbit,” Ice chuckled, dropping in Joe’s callsign. “These guys are as green as you can possibly get and I have a feeling we’ll have our work cut out for us.”

“Who’s on roster?”

“You, me, Mav, Slider, Wolf and Hollywood,” Ice told him.

Into the hangar they went to meet the new recruits. Ice wasn’t kidding, these kids were as green and fresh-faced as you could get. But there was one amongst the crowd that Joe had taken an instant disliking to, a kid that had an arrogant look in his dark eyes that just screamed “privileged brat straight from the Ivy League schools.”

“Now it’s important to remember that when you’re up there,” Joe explained. “Your weapons systems and everything needs to be working to a T. One little thing is off and you’re fucked up the ass and out the ears.”

“Sir, I hate to be one to interrupt,” Mr. Ivy League interjected. “But you’re telling us things that we already know.”

This kid was really starting to make Joe’s blood boil. Every two seconds it was an interjection about how his superiors were wrong and he was right. Even Maverick and Ice’s eyes were rolling. Slider and Wolfman whispered something indiscernible to each other as Joe tried to carry on, but found it a little more difficult.

I swear to God, I’m gonna get this kid and I’m gonna get him real good......Joe fumed.

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Out to the tarmac they went, everyone loading into their respective planes with a new recruit. Joe was a little less than pleased to find that he had been partnered with Ivy League, his skin crawling at his smug face and the way he bragged.

“Fair word of warning,” Joe told him as they climbed in. “You start feeling like you’re gonna puke, there’s bags in the backseat pocket.”

“I’ve never puked sir,” Ivy League replied. “And I’m proud of the fact that I never have.”

Joe rolled his eyes and climbed in, securing the straps on his flight helmet. He already had the kid’s weakest point figured out......and it was certainly going to get very interesting.

The planes taxied onto the runway and took off into the sky, speeding towards the training grounds where the team would begin to show the new recruits how things were done amongst the old salts.

Things had gone smoothly for the most part, no mechanical issues or any others for that matter. Yet Joe soon began to notice the pale, ashen look that was beginning to appear in Ivy League’s face, a look that he just couldn’t get out of his mind as his brilliant, germ of an idea began to grow and spread.

“You doin ok back there?” he asked.

“Doing just fine sir, everything’s under control,” Ivy League replied.

“Ok, if you say so,” Joe said. No one could see it, but an evil little grin had begun to form under his mask.

Joe watched him carefully like a cat eyeing its prey in the bushes. The kid was beginning to look greener and greener around the gills with every second that passed. Alright kid.......he thought......time for your ego check......

“Alright,” Joe announced. “We’re gonna practice with some light barrel rolls just to get you used to the sensation.”

“Ok,” Ivy League replied, his voice a little weary. “Ok, gimme one second.”

Joe heard him reaching for the bag and the kid retching his brains out a second later. Now was his chance.

In the blink of an eye, Joe turned the plane into a double barrel roll which startled Ivy League nearly shitless, the newbie screaming and puking as the contents of the bag and his stomach all came back up, hitting both his face and the glass canopy of the plane.

The grin that crawled across Joe’s face was uncontrollable as he quietly laughed his ass off. God the stench was horrible, but he prayed it would be the ego check of a lifetime for the kid.

“You learn your fuckin lesson kid?” he chided.

“I give! I give!” Ivy League cried out before he retched and let loose again. “Oh God!!! Agh! Eeew!!”

“Ok, I think we’ve had enough,” Joe chuckled.

He landed the plane on the tarmac, quickly opening the canopy and motioning for a medical officer to get Ivy League out of the back.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Maverick laughed.

“Gave the kid an ego check!” Joe answered.

Maverick, Ice, Wolf, Slider and Hollywood whistled and cheered a little bit. Sure they felt a bit sorry for Ivy League, but one thing was certain. Nobody messes with one of their best.

Naval Air Station, Miramar

July, 2022

Jake, Phoenix and Halo waited for the plane to land and for Bob to come back, hoping that the rest of the new recruits had done ok in training. When he finally landed, they couldn’t help but notice a rather gross looking splatter on the glass canopy of Bob’s plane.

“Yo, what the fuck?” Hangman remarked.

“Bro, that’s nasty,” Halo added.

“Did Bob just commit murder?” Phoenix chuckled.

“Hell no, somebody puked,” Halo replied.

Bob came striding back, flight helmet in hand and a huge shit-eating grin on his face. He bit his lower lip, trying so hard to stifle his laughter, but it was damn near uncontrollable.

“What did you do?” Phoenix questioned.

“Did you just like, kill your new recruit?” Halo said with a nervous laugh.

Bob snickered and shook his head.

Phoenix and Halo glanced at each other, but Hangman’s eyes widened, finally processing the sequence of events that had transpired and the resurfacing of old memories from when he had first joined Top Gun ten years previously.

“HOLY SHIT!!!!!!” he screamed. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!”

Bob busted out laughing.

“You stole a page from your dad’s dirty playbook!!!!” Jake screamed again. “YOU SNEAKY FUCKER!!!!!”

Bob couldn’t control his laughter anymore. “Guilty as charged,” he admitted, raising his hands and grinning from ear to ear.

“His dad?” Phoenix asked.

“Foul-Mouth Joe Floyd!” Jake answered. “He was my flight instructor when I first started ten years ago! He did the same thing to my dad’s prick of a cousin back in ninety-two!”

Callie and Natasha both looked at each other with their jaws hanging wide open in disbelief. Joe’s escapades were legendary around Top Gun, just as legendary as Maverick’s.

“Oh my shit!” Jake declared, wiping a tear from his eyes and pretending to kowtow before Bob. “Bob, you are the kind and we are not worthy!!”

Bob and the girls laughed before Natasha finally said something. “Bob my brother,” she said, putting her arm around his shoulders. “You are the king......but you smell so fucking bad right now.”

“Yeah I’m gonna go shower off before I go home smelling like puke,” he chuckled before making his way inside to the showers.

@nobody7102 I did it.......I fucking did it, that little blurb has been turned into this evil science experiment of a story (lol). @creativitybeware @jakexfmc I hope you guys enjoy this too, sorry for the unexpected tag and for it being so long, there was alot to sort through to get it all down.

#top gun maverick #joe floyd (bob's dad)#pete maverick mitchell #ron slider kerner #leonard wolfman wolfe #rick hollywood neven #tom iceman kazansky #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #callie halo bassett #dagger squad #dagger squad antics

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neonoddeye · 1 year

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Crush | College! Aki Hayakawa

I was listening to this song and it reminded me of Aki enough to get me back into writing! Excuse me for getting back into the swing of things; hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

CONTENT INCLUDES: cursing, reader and Aki are both in college and devils don’t exist because I enjoy being happy, GN! Reader ♡

P.S. I love Ethel Cain and you should, too

♬ Good men die too, oh, I’d rather be with you ♬

Sharp winter wind whips at your nose, but doesn’t do enough to lift your half-lidded eyes. You’re trudging along to your first class, an 8am political science course that you could not bring yourself to get excited over. The only excitement you can muster up for the morning is a coffee incentive, as the campus Starbucks is right next door, and God knows you need it.

You stumble into the auditorium along with the other zombified college students around you; there’s no one you can recognize so far, so you catch a middle-row seat. Instinctively, you pull up the creaky lap desk from the side of the chair, and slump over, letting out a long sigh. Let’s try and stay awake this time, you tell yourself, staring at the blinding fluorescent lights above you in an attempt to keep your eyes from fluttering shut.

Just as you begin fighting yourself from a five-second nap, you hear the chair on the right of you squeak in response to a person sitting next to it. You jump a little and spring up from your slouched position to see a tall man with jet-black hair pulled haphazardly into a topknot. His eyes are an abyssal blue, and his expression is stoic enough to make you believe that he never smiles. He is much too focused on rearranging his belongings to notice you gawking at him just yet.

Oh fuck, he’s cute

Unfortunately, the attractive man catches you staring at him, to which he simply replies, “good morning” quietly, then opens his laptop. “Morning”, you mutter sheepishly under your breath, following suit in taking out your notes for the class. Suddenly, you’re fully awake for the entire lecture, even if it’s a simple syllabus explanation. Half of your attention is on the grade percentages, and the other half is making sure the handsome guy next to you doesn’t catch you slacking.

The class is over briskly; you can’t tell if it’s due to it being a syllabus lecture, or if you were on maximum overdrive the entire time. You go your separate way from the mysterious man, and on your way to the Starbucks you promised. Subconsciously, you’re hoping you miraculously run into the guy at the coffee shop; at the forefront, you curse your naivety that’s bringing you to fall for the first conventionally attractive man that sits next to you at your first class of the semester.

And then he appears right behind you in line as soon as you get there, as if you summoned him right then. You turn around to face him, praying that this coincidence will get him to spark conversation with you.

“Oh, hey. You were just sitting next to me, right?” He says before covering his mouth to yawn.

“Y-yeah, I was. Way too early of a class, guess we all thought to get coffee afterwards.” You awkwardly laugh while moving your hair to cover your red ears.

“God, yeah. Would not be taking it in person if it gave us the option. I’m Aki, by the way. You?”

You reply with your name before you both avert your eyes to the menu to order something. A bit of awkward silence ensues before Aki interrupts. “Do you have time to sit down for a bit? I haven’t gotten to know many new people yet”.

“Yeah, sure, I’m good until the afternoon,” you reply a bit too brightly, giving him a small smile. Truth is, you could have a class in 10 minutes and still give Aki the same answer.

“A black americano? With 4 shots?” You turn to Aki as you both walk to a pair of cushioned seats in the corner of the café.

“Hey, we’re both college students here, can you blame me?” He jokingly replies, and you chuckle. The two of you continue to talk for a good while, the usual college conversation starters being used along with some casual bits of humor added in on your behalf. You find out he’s 20 majoring in psychology, and hasn’t found a club he quite likes yet. “I wanted to join a cooking club, but I couldn’t find one on campus. Guess that would be pretty awkward to set up.”

The conversation goes on for much longer than you expected; you did not expect to click so well with a stranger, especially such an attractive one. He looks at his phone for the time, and sighs as he realizes it’s about time for his next class. “Ah shit, I should go”, he says, with slight disappointment following his words. “This was nice though, we should do this again.” He gives a small smile to you before standing up to throw his drink away. “See ya”, he gives you a small wave before swiftly going to the nearest door.

“See ya?” As in “see you the next time we have this class?” Your heart seems to hit your chest, and you can’t tell if it’s from the caffeine or excitement. You smile to yourself before getting up yourself and heading to your next destination, Aki on your mind the whole way.

♬I only want him if he says it first to me♬

The second day of your political science class rolls around the corner, far too slowly for your liking. After waking up much too early to get ready, you nearly speed-walk to class, slightly panting once you reach the building. After scolding yourself for allowing a man to influence such behavior, you head on over to the same seat you had sat in previously.

Much to your surprise, Aki is already present and unloading his backpack. He hears your footsteps nearby and looks up to nod at you. “Morning, Y/N” he greets you, and you take the seat next to him awkwardly. “Good morning, Aki”, you smile at him before pulling yourself away from his gaze. He is too damn pretty at this hour.

The 45-minute class period plays out as usual, except now you’re somehow even more awake than last time. You even find yourself taking the best notes you ever have, as if you’re trying to subliminally prove to Aki that you’re a wonderful, studious student. As soon as the professor ends the class, you find yourself scrambling to put your belongings away, gradually slowing down so as to not seem like a desperate lunatic. Once you stand up to leave, you turn to Aki on cue:

“So uh-“

“Coffee?”

“I’m down”

The voyage to Starbucks is, yet again, filling your heart with enough adrenaline to omit the need for caffeine. Nonetheless, you’re planning your coffee order out in advance in your head while discussing the homework with Aki.

“Are you one of those guys that gets the same thing every time?” You tease Aki as he takes his venti iced americano.

“Yeah, I know what I like, so what? At least I don’t get a Frappuccino in the morning”. Aki says the last part quietly, referencing the person behind you two that ordered a venti mocha cookie crumble Frappuccino. You chuckle before taking your order, smiling like an idiot all the way to the counter.

The conversation between you and Aki is a little more lively than the last, given that you’ve had a few days to assimilate to the early mornings. You even manage to get the slightest ghost of a smile from the stoic man next to you, and your heart hops at your achievement. For the next 30 minutes, the world around you phases out, and Aki is the sole member of your focus. You pray silently that this routine carries out for at least a little while longer; you’d wake up at ungodly hours if it meant looking forward to this afterwards.

“Ah, damn, it’s 15 minutes before my class”, Aki rolls his eyes at his phone, then proceeds to gather himself to exit the café. Before standing up, he stops for a second, then takes a pen out of his backpack. “Can I see your cup for a second?” he asks you, and you nod hesitantly. Then, he carefully scribbles something on your brown cup sleeve, before gently handing your drink back to you.

“My class ends at 10:50, let me know when you’re free, yeah?” He winks at you before briskly walking out the door. You immediately grab your cup, turn it over, and see a phone number written neatly in black ink on the side of the sleeve. Your cheeks and ears turn red with excitement, and you immediately add the number in your contacts.

9:45: It’s me, Y/N. I’m free after 5 ;)

Call it naivety, but you feel that this is going to be a great semester.

If you read this far, thank you! I have a part 2 queued up in my head if this gets enough love :)

#chainsaw man #csm #csm fanfic #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa fluff #anime fanfic #anime #this is my first fic in well over a year pls be nice to me #loopdelta #ethel cain

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portra400s · 21 days

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MUN INTRO: hey! my name's peyton [th/th, cst, 21+] & i'll be writing for sverre olsen, lee hyeon, selena palacio & dylan hwang here. you can find me on discord @ #seamonkeydefender & please feel free to add me w/o asking as well! discord is my preferred plotting method. all of my characters are on sideblogs aside from sverre, so i will be dming from this blog when necessary... hehe

CHARA INTRO: first up, sverre olsen. he's a 26yr old grad student studying @ jeju natl university on the gks scholarship. he's an assistant editor for the local paper, but mostly works remotely as he spends a lot of time in jeju city for school. currently on his ~2nd year of living in yuseong bay. you can view his stats here & his pinterest here if interested!

answer the following prompts, either ooc or ic!

when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay?: technically, about three and a half years ago when he did a semester abroad @ jeju natl uni as an undergrad student. he was living in jeju city, but a friend brought him to yuseong bay to see the meteor shower and he kind of fell in love with the place, which prompted him to consider doing the entirety of his grad studies in jeju. obviously, things ended up working out in his favor and he moved to yuseong bay two years ago.

what does an average day look like for your muse?: wake up at 6:30am, check on his cat (let her in if she spent the night outside; let her out if she spent the night inside) / make sure she has food, get ready, grab a quick coffee & breakfast @ andante cafe, catch the bus to jeju city, hate his life for about 7 hours, catch the bus back to yuseong bay, check on his cat (let her in if she spent the day outside; let her out if she spent the day inside), spend the rest of his evening working thru his laptop, which he will usually do in a public setting in order to people watch and daydream about having more friends than he does, try to go to bed by 10:30pm, usually lay awake regretting until midnight. rinse, repeat.

where can your muse usually be found?: around 7:30am he'll make a brief appearance at cafe andante (every weekday) / 8am to 3pm he'll be in jeju city @ jeju natl uni (mon, tues, thurs, fri) / frequently makes appearances at daeyanghwa florals to buy himself flowers, usually around 5:30/6pm / stops by ojo records about once every two weeks to see if anyone's given up any old records that might be up his alley / seen in the vicinity of hanwha resort wednesdays around 11:30am for undisclosed reasons, shut up, no you didn't see him there, that must've been someone else / does his weekly grocery shopping at lemon martes on wednesdays somewhere between 2pm and 5pm, usually loiters for a bit hoping to have a meetcute (hasn't happened yet, maybe next time?).

how does your muse feel about hanwha resort?: admittedly indifferent, but the general consensus suggests that he shouldn't be too into the idea, so he'll talk his fair share of shit if the social situation calls for it. unfortunately his parents chose to purchase a timeshare as an excuse to be closer to him for at least two weeks out of the year, so that's both making sverre truly hate the place but also making the locals think he's a supporter since his name is also on the timeshare and he has to attend the seminars.

is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay?: eh... he's got a stray cat that's taken a shine to him, he's on a full-ride scholarship and still has another year to go before he gets his master's degree, and rent's cheaper here than it is in jeju city, so he's got reasons to stay at least for the next year. however, he doesn't romanticize yuseong bay like he used to & wouldn't be opposed to relocating—regardless, he'll have to go back to the netherlands once he's done with school, soooo...

answer the following, ooc!

list your muse's three favorite songs: annie's song by john denver, chateau lobby #4 (in c for two virgins) by father john misty, my girl by the temptations; a fan of emotionally-charged, old (or old-sounding) love songs.

describe your muse's wardrobe: “grandpacore,” to put it simply. a color palette of neutrals in vintage inspired pieces. a lot of chunky sweaters, loose trousers & loafers, has sometimes been told that his fashion choices are “reminiscent of oatmeal,” whatever that means. occasionally breaks out a bold t-shirt or sweatshirt with some ironic phrase on it. accessorizes with messenger bags, dad hats, minimal gold jewelry & retro (sun)glasses. has a collection of converse high-tops, but rarely wears them these days.

color, word, and emoji to describe your muse: beige, "oatmeal", 🧸

three strong likes and dislikes for your muse: really likes animals (especially ones that people are usually afraid of or grossed out by, i.e possums, insects, rodents), the sound of the ocean (including putting a big shell up to his ear to "hear the ocean"), laughing / really doesn't like ac/dc, traveling by taxi, action movies.

three positive and negative traits for your muse: positive affectionate, sincere, intelligent / negative obsessive, irrational, dependent.

three talents and shortcomings for your muse: talents cooking, picking up new words, befriending wild critters / shortcomings can't drive, nervous about making phonecalls, low spice tolerance.

a relevant goal or arch for your character to overcome: at the moment, sverre's an assistant editor for the local newspaper; in the remaining time that he'll be in yuseong bay, he would like to be promoted to just... an editor... but that probably won't happen. aside from that, he's currently The Loser of Yuseong Bay so it would be nice to see him gain more confidence in himself / make meaningful friendships!

#yshqs:intro #i'm the queen of yapland #i luvvv to yap

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anonymouspuzzler · 1 year

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my hourly comics from this year!! it ended up being an Extremely Eventful Day so there was a lot to cover, which was fun!

[Image IDs/transcripts under da cut!]

A collection of 19 three-panel comic strips done for Hourly Comics Day 2023. Each three-panel comic represents roughly an hour of the day. Two strips are contained in each image except the last, which contains only one strip, for a total of 10 images.

IMAGE 1 COMIC 1 (7AM) The first panel shows Puzz in bed, half-awake and drooling, with her hair everywhere. An alarm is going off on her phone, which is sitting on a floating shelf on the wall. The phone screen reads "UP!" and is blasting alarm music and vibrating loudly. The second panel shows a close-up of Puzz's face cropped by the bottom of the frame, looking agonized, while the alarm continues in the background. She thinks, "I wonder if I can ignore it long enough it shuts off". The final panel shows Puzz, in her pajamas and with her hair a mess, up and about holding a mug labeled "coffee". Her cat trails behind her with its mouth open, screaming "A". The panel is captioned "I could not." COMIC 2 (8AM) The first panel reads "TODAY'S FIT" followed by a bulleted list: "-big flannel -patched-up overalls -da boots -cap w/dinos all over LESBIANLY LOOKZ". Puzz is to the right of the list wearing the outfit in question, giving a thumbs-up. The second panel shows Puzz sitting in a desk chair in front of her laptop (helpfully labeled "LAP TOP"), smiling widely with sparkles all around her. The panel is captioned "check on gay people in my puter (girlfriend & friends on Discord). Word balloons from the laptop show a kitty, a boat, and the earth. The final panel shows a close-up of Puzz's face with a nervous grin, sweating profusely. The panel is captioned "have to send a project proposal". Puzz is thinking, "PLEASE LIKE IT PLEASE SEE IT AS A LOVE FOR THE WORK AND NOT A HUGE SELFISH IMPOSITION AAAAAAA". She has one shaking pointer finger raised, labeled "shaking over 'send'".

IMAGE 2 COMIC 3 (9AM (PT. 1)) The first panel shows a close-up of Puzz running and sweating with a grimace. Next to her is text reading "OK!! I'M LATE (as usual) BUT IF THIS PRINTS QUICK I CAN STILL CATCH THE CAMPUS SHUTTLE". The second panel shows Puzz with a backpack on, staring anxiously down at an office printer. The panel is captioned "6 full minutes of loading". The final panel shows Puzz, sweating and determined, sprinting away, with text above her reading "ACTUALLY FUCK THIS I WANNA LIVE". Next to her is text reading "(I barely made it to the shuttle.)" COMIC 4 (9AM (PT 2)) The first panel is captioned "on the shuttle..." and shows Puzz, now wearing a mask, looking out the window of said shuttle. Outside is a woman with shoulder-length hair wearing a simple coat and sunglasses, waving with one hand and holding A Single Banana Peel in the other. An arrow labels her "woman on a walk w/ a single banana peel??" Puzz has several question marks around her as she looks on in confusion. The second panel is captioned "targeted directly by the Double Fine official Twitter" and shows Puzz looking at her phone, visibly struggling not to laugh. A thought bubble coming from her reads "DON'T SCREAM LAUGH IN PUBLIC" repeatedly. The final panel shows Puzz off the shuttle, with a look of frantic realization, shouting "AH FUCK ME". An arrow pointing to her reads "forgot my tape measure AGAIN".

IMAGE 3 COMIC 5 (10AM) The first panel shows Puzz sitting at a table with her tablet and a keyboard, visibly smiling behind her mask, with text around her reading "CLASS TIME!" The second panel shows Puzz at the same table, now looking more distressed and concerned. Around her are multiple disconnected word balloons reading "CANCEL CULTURE", "CENSORSHIP", "SO THIS GUY ON YOUTUBE-", "WOKEISM", "KANYE", "TRIGGERED", "REVERSE-CULTURAL APPROPRIATION", "DAVE CHAPELLE", and "IT'S LIKE CAN I EVEN SAY ANYTHING". The final panel shows a close-up of Puzz looking exhausted, with text above and around her reading, "ah... yes... this is why I left the Fine Arts..." An arrow pointing to her reads "remembering". COMIC 6 (11AM) The first panel is captioned "STILL CLASS". Puzz is shown with a thoughtful expression, gesturing with both hands, saying in decorative text "Insightful observation". There are sparkles flying around everywhere. The second panel shows Puzz now kicking back at the table, leaning back in her chair, feet on the table, tablet in her lap. She holds her pen in one hand and gives a thumbs-up with the other. Text above her reads, "well, that's my Brain(TM) for today! I draw Loboto now thanks." The final panel shows an extreme close-up on Puzz's face, looking deeply annoyed. Text behind her spoken by someone offscreen reads "ANYWAY I GET SOOO TRIGGERED HAVING TO THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S FEELINGS-" A thought balloon from Puzz reads "SETTING U ON FIRE W/ MY MIND".

IMAGE 4 COMIC 7 (12PM) The first panel is captioned "MEETING W/ MY PROF". A word bubble from said professor offscreen reads, "that observation was so insightful". Puzz, holding her tablet under one arm, pumps her fist, with text next to her reading "HELL YES". The second panel shows Puzz from behind talking to the professor, a nondescript woman with a shaggy bob haircut and dark shirt. The professor says, "don't worry too much! If you try, you'll pass! even if you just do a lecture over photos!" Puzz, with a smiling expression behind her mask, replies, "oh, good!" The final panel shows Puzz, still smiling behind her mask, holding up her tablet (which has a nondescript sketch of an installation proposal) and saying, "so here's my rough draft-" The offscreen professor interrupts, "ok so this proposal alone is what I'd assign as a whole semester's work". COMIC 8 (1PM) The first panel is captioned "CHECKING MESSAGES (NICE 2 ME...)" and shows Puzz checking her phone, which is emitting a word balloon with three exclamation points. Puzz is staring down at it with a big-eyed expression, crying tears of joy. The second panel is captioned "SENDING MAIL" and shows Puzz at a post office window, with a mail clerk with a ponytail and envelope earrings seen from behind holding a box. The clerk says "oh, you used the wrong label", and Puzz, expression blank, replies "ah". The final panel is captioned "5 minute Starbux sandwich". It shows Puzz frantically shoving said sandwich whole into her mouth with both hands, with a "HORF." sound effect.

IMAGE 5 COMIC 9 (2PM) The first panel is captioned "THERAPY TIME!" and under that, "3x EYE CONTACT COMBO". Puzz is in the center of the frame wearing a headset mic, smiling into the camera. Behind her to the right is her cat, staring directly into the camera atop a cat tree. Behind her to the left is a Spamton plush in a desk organizer, also looking directly into the camera. The second panel shows Puzz, looking mildly chastised, at her computer, through which her therapist speaks, saying "you're not gonna like hearing this. you might need to take things out of your schedule". Puzz replies simply "mm", but a caption above her reads "SHE WAS RIGHT". The final panel has the therapist offscreen saying, "let's roleplay that scenario! How are you feeling?" Puzz, grinning nervously with eyes wide and sweat pouring down her face, replies, "VERY ANXIOUS". COMIC 10 (3PM) The first panel shows Puzz from the knees down walking left. Her cat chases after her, looking up and meowing plaintively. The second panel shows Puzz staring down at her cat, comically wide-eyed and sobbing, with text behind her reading "oh NO... my sweet little baby ohhhhh I was gone so long and I have to leave again oh NOOOOO sweetie I'm so sorry I wish I could stayyy" The final panel shows Puzz from the knees down again. Her cat tackles her leg, grabbing and biting it, while she shouts "HEY".

IMAGE 6 COMIC 11 (4PM (CLASS... 2!!)) The first panel shows Puzz's professor, a bald Black man with glasses and a very thin goatee wearing a button-up, holding up a tupperware labeled "cookiez". He says, "so, these were here when I sat down..." Puzz, looking sheepish, raises her hand and says, "oh, I brought those for the class!" The second panel shows Puzz's professor taking a cookie, saying, "in that case, I will take two- hm, no, there's not that many. I'll be fair and take one." The final panel shows a nondescript male classmate of Puzz's on his laptop in the background, saying, "you could've just claimed them all since they were up front". Puzz's professor, in the foreground seen slightly from behind, replies "well considering this class is on Marxism..." COMIC 12 (5PM) The first panel is captioned "THIS CLASS IS 3 HOURS LONG AND THERE IS NO BREAK", and shows Puzz and her friend Oscar (helpfully labeled as such) fitting at a table, both staring slightly blankly ahead. Oscar is a slight man with curly hair and glasses, wearing a fluffy sweater over a dark shirt, as well as a black mask. Oscar is on a laptop (labeled "FRUIT!") while Puzz has her tablet keyboard out. A thought bubble coming from Puzz reads "LOADING..." The second panel is captioned "IT IS ALSO EXTREMELY INTELLECTUALLY INTENSE" and shows a close-up on Puzz, looking distressed. She thinks, "OH GOD I BARELY RETAINED THESE READINGS". The final panel shows an over-the shoulder-view of Puzz with her tablet in her lap, looking frantic as she repeatedly taps the screen with her pen. Text above her reads "I KEEP TRYING TO WORK ON THESE COMICS STEALTHILY BUT MY PEN KEEPS DISCONNECTING AAAAAAA"

IMAGE 7 COMIC 13 (6PM) The first panel is captioned "FINALLY HITTING MY GROOVE...?" Puzz, looking tired but thoughtful, gestures with both hands, saying, "the passage reminded me of - and forgive me for bringing this up - Elon Musk," The second Panel shows a classmate of Puzz's, a brunette woman with a flowing dress on, smiling and gesturing to her book, saying "see I put in my notes 'Jeff Bezos'". Puzz, looking to be barely holding back laughter, snickers, while her professor in the foreground doubles over and wheezes. The final panel shows another classmate of Puzz's, a woman in a dark v-neck shirt and black mask, gesturing with one pointer finger up. She says, "I have an addition". The professor, in the foreground looking over at her, says "Will it bring us back on topic to the reading?" The classmate hesitantly replies "yyyyyesss..." COMIC 14 (7PM) The first panel is captioned "A BUNCH OF US TEND TO LOITER OUTSIDE TALKING SHOP AFTER CLASS". It shows Puzz and Oscar, the brunette classmate (who is smiling and waving as she walks off), and two other classmates (one with dark curly hair and a bulky jacket, the other with light wavy hair and a lighter cardigan) all gesticulating and talking animatedly. The second panel shows Puzz, with a big cat grin, hugging Oscar. Puzz says "see ya tomorrow!" and Oscar replies, "can't wait for your hourlies!" The final panel is captioned "HEAR MY FRIEND PARKER SHOUT W/ DELIGHT FROM DOWN THE HALL". Puzz is crowded in the frame by an "AAAAA!!" word balloon surrounded by hearts and smiley faces. Puzz barely holds in a laugh as she walks by.

IMAGE 8 COMIC 15 (8PM) The first panel is captioned "REALLY GOOD NEWS & PRETTY SAD NEWS COME TO ME AT EXACT SAME TIME", and shows Puzz, now with mask and hat off, sitting at her laptop, looking down at her phone with surprise. The second panel shows Puzz sitting quietly at her desk, having set her phone face-down in front of her. She looks up with a thoughtful expression, tears in her eyes. The final panel is captioned "we'll focus on the good." It shows Puzz from behind sitting at her desk, beginning to draw. There are two monitors in front of her, a cup of pens to her right side, and a water bottle, lamp and fan to her left. COMIC 16 (9PM) The first panel shows Puzz, face mostly out of frame, leaning down with a cup of cat food in one hand. Her cat is sitting in front of her, staring up expectantly, surrounded by sparkles, with the elevated food dish next to her. The panel is captioned in decorative text "Kitty Dinner". The second panel shows Puzz, looking tired but determined, sitting in front of her tablet drawing. Small text next to her reads "CATCHUP HOURS..." The final panel is captioned "DISTRACTED BY TUMBLR A LOT..." and shows Puzz typing at her laptop, looking confused but entertained, saying "where did all these asks come from??"

IMAGE 9 COMIC 17 (10PM-11PM) The first panel is captioned "COMBINED BC MOST OF IT WAS EXTENSIVE PROJECT TALK" and shows Puzz typing furiously at her laptop with an expression of mischievous delight. The second panel is captioned "I CAN'T TALK ABOUT WHAT I'M WORKING ON FOR A BIT BUT I'M EXCITED AND GRATEFUL". It shows Puzz looking surprised and mock-offended as her cat steps on the laptop keyboard in front of her, causing random symbols to be typed. The final panel is captioned "ART IS COOL" and shows Puzz smiling serenely, having picked up her confused-looking cat with both arms, holding it against her. COMIC 18 (12PM) The first panel shows Puzz looking tired but triumphant, holding up her tablet pen with her tablet tucked against her other side, with text reading "CAUGHT UP...!!" and sparkles all around. The second panel shows Puzz typing at her laptop, smiling but still looking tired, thinking, "let's post these... how many more should I do...? Till bed, I guess..." The final panel shows Puzz, still at her laptop, yawning deeply.

IMAGE 10 COMIC 19 (...) This page shows two rows of three panels each. The first five panels are all empty. The final panel shows Puzz lying in bed asleep, covered in quilts and surrounded by plush toys, with her cat asleep at her feet.

#long post /#anonymous puzzler art #anonymous puzzler originals #hourly comics fun :)

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littleladymab · 2 months

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OC Kiss Week - Sunrise

So this one i KNOW is the right day because everyone else is posting sunrise themed kisses today 😌

This one is also thanks to @bottlingsound and @laprismaluna! This is mine and Cara's "everything fine and nothing goes wrong" AU in which Ayn and Catoir get to be domestic and normal.

Happy Valentine's i'm normal about them!!!!

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As soon as Ayn takes her spot on the blanket next to him, Catoir slumps over so his head is on her shoulder. “I thought you were a morning person,” she chides, awkwardly adjusting the blanket around both of them and then tucking her arm through his. “It’s almost 8AM, I waited as long as I could.”

“Yeah, on New Year's day,” he answers back. “The one day people should be allowed to sleep in.”

“You were awake already, I don’t see what the problem is. I’m the one that woke up early.”

He responds with a huff of breath that only makes his glasses fog up. It’s a testament to how much of a protest he’s making that he doesn’t bother wiping them off. “But it was warm inside.”

“Oh, so you’re a baby that doesn’t like the cold.”

“Says the girl who has been complaining how cold it was every morning for the past month.”

Ayn pouts, because he’s right, and it is freezing, and she’s already lost sensation in her nose, but the point of the matter is that he’s being difficult just to be difficult. And she’s the one who is better at drama. “Don’t you want to welcome in the new year by seeing the sunrise?” she asks innocently, and gestures broadly at the still dark sky before them. Enough that it knocks the blanket from her shoulders and lets in a breath of chilled air. Grudgingly, Catoir has to move to adjust the blanket. “Who cares about midnight and fireworks — it’s the first glimpse of morning that really sets the new year on the right foot!”

“I hate the sun,” he says matter of factly, tucking in the edges of the blanket around them.

She bumps her shoulder against his and bats her eyelashes when he glares at her. “You’re supposed to say ‘no, love, I adore seeing you first thing in the morning’!”

Catoir lifts an eyebrow, and gives her an incredibly skeptical look. “You’ve clearly never seen yourself first thing in the morning.”

Ayn’s jaw drops, though no quip immediately comes to her lips.

There’s the hint of a smile, though she can tell that he’s trying to hide it. “Your hair gets all over the place. And you drool.”

“Well,” she finally manages, aghast. “If that’s how you really feel.”

He has enough time to give her a questioning look before she scoots away, taking her blanket with her. “Wait,” he says, laughing and twisting around to try and catch her. “Ayn, c’mon, it’s cold.”

“Just like you,” she sniffles dramatically and it only renews his laughter.

His arms wrap around her waist, as she’s hindered by trying to keep herself cocooned in the blanket and make her escape at the same time. “Forgive me, for I would not be up here if it were not for you. Freezing weather or sweltering sun, where you go I go.” Despite the teasing and dramatic words, she can hear the sincerity in his tone, so she heaves a heavy sigh and sends a puff of white condensation in the air between them.

“Oh, alright,” she concedes, and allows him to reel her back to the blanket she has spread out on the roof of their building. “I’m going to hold you to that next time I have to go to visit my mother—”

Catoir closes his eyes, a strained expression on his face, as he says, “The sacrifices I make for you.”

“Bedhead and all?”

“Yes, I suppose I can forgive the bedhead now and then.”

She pinches him in the side beneath the blanket and he squirms, unable to make an escape lest he risk the cold.

“No, love, I adore seeing you first thing in the morning!” he recites and catches her hand before she can pinch him again. He presses a kiss to her fingers, warming them with a breath. “Bedhead and all.”

Ayn catches him with the tips of her fingers beneath the chin when he releases her hand. And as the sun rises on the first day of the new year, he leans in and kisses her.

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #ockissweek #a lil miss original #lil miss writings #sine die #otp: champagne stained lips #have a new years kiss on valentine's day WHOOPS #they are my favorite OC ship shh don't tell the others that

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aemonds-little-belle · 1 year

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Feelings Sold Separately

CHAPTER FIVE (THE SHOES)

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

TAGS - (REPOSTED FROM AO3)

Alternate Universe - Sugar DaddySugar BabySugar Baby AUAUokay this is a whole ass story that's just one long ass brain fartliterally i am just coming up with this on the spotlow key really love it thoughSugar Baby/Sugar Daddyobviouslytalks of class issuesaemonds been hurt in the pasti think there will be some sexy stuff eventuallywait fuck i didn't mention this is a modern!aumodern!AUAlternate Universe - Modern Setting<3Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen is Bad at Feelingsstop that was recommended but so accurateI don't know how to do tagsI'm SorryI promise it's goodAnd no one diesand it's just so classically a sugar baby/ sugar daddy au it hurtsreader works at a cafe ... obviouslythis will follow a similar storyline to the show just modern and also not at allFamily Issueswait probably dom/sub vibes tooDom/subLight Dom/subclearly i don't know where this is going yetmy readers are always written fat because i am fatso keep that in mind

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The room was cold, loud beeping filling it as heat once did, Y/n groggily trying to find her god forsaken phone in the mess of her slept in bed. The screen reading 8:30, the alarm soon canceled as she read the messages that popped up.

AEMOND ‘Would you like a coffee?’ 8am ‘Y/n?’ 8:10am ‘Are you still sleeping?’ 8:20am

Y/n groaned, rolling over as she contemplated what to answer. To be fair, she had already snoozed two other earlier alarms, this morning just not agreeing with her as well as she wished. Before she could even click on the messages to answer, Aemonds contact popped up on the screen, a call ensuing.

“Good, you’re awake.” He sighed from the other side, disappointment yet also relief lacing his words.

“Mmph.” Y/n hummed, her eyes still closed as she relished in the warmth of her blanket.

Aemond chuckled. “So I’m assuming that’s a yes to a coffee?”

“Mhm.” Y/n hummed happily. “Something cold and strong, please.”

“Sure.” He said clearly before muffled words could be heard, him ordering as Y/n waited patiently for the conversation to continue. “I’m about twenty minutes from your house, is that enough time for you to get ready?”

Y/n let out a short chuckle. “I could be ready in five minutes if need be.” A grin lingering on her lips as she stretched out.

“So I should speed then?” Aemond joked, something Y/n hadn’t expected from him.

“No!” Y/n panicked, her small fib not something she wished to have tested. “No, twenty minutes is perfect.”

Aemond stood anxiously outside the blue apartment building, his heart racing as Y/n’s iced coffee chilled his one hand, his phone sitting in the other, a loud noise catching his attention. Y/n stumbled out of her building's front door, one running shoe untied, the other in a messy knot. “Sorry!” She called out to Aemond as she crouched down to re-tie her shoes, her face warm after her rush out the door. “Miss Falker wanted to remind me that my fridge is making a funny noise again.” Y/n rolled her eyes as she stood up finally looking at Aemond in all his perfect suit glory. “Which is funny because my...” She paused, consciously not finishing the sentence, grasping to find anything else to focus on.

“Because?” Aemond was smirking, Y/n a total mess in front of him, half asleep and yet her eyes were wide open.

“Is that my coffee?” She pivoted, reaching her hands out like a child begging for candy. “You’re sent from the gods I swear!” She cheered, Aemond enjoying this more open and real side of her, a welcomed contrast to her usual anxious being.

“There’s a bagel in the car for you too, you can eat on our way into town.” He said in a monotone voice, not wanting to scare the cheerful girl in front of him with his usual harsh and melancholy atmosphere.

“Aemond you really didn’t have to …” He cuts her off, a new hobby of his that he’s welcomed with open arms.

“Spoil you?” Y/n nods her head at his words. “You mean the thing I’m paying you to let me do?” Y/n smiled at his words, realizing her mistake. “I want to make it crystal clear, little dragon.” ‘You’re driving me nuts with that name’ His voice dropped lower, seriousness blanketing the two of them. “I want, no, need, to go out of my way to make your life easier, that is all I wish to do.” He was close to her again, just like the previous night, except this time Y/n’s iced coffee created a distance between them, though his demeanor now so similar, so overpowering, just like it had been then. “So why don’t you give me a ‘thank you for my bagel’ and a ‘I’m sorry for complaining’. Hmm?” He teased, Y/n’s cheeks heating up significantly, her head spinning.

“Thank you for my bagel, Aemond, I can’t wait to eat it.” Y/n added some extra words, suddenly longing for the extra credit, some sort of gold star for her ability to follow, something she had never wanted before, her brain spinning faster now, too many thoughts suddenly quieting down to a low hum, his hum. “And I’m sorry for complaining, it won’t happen again, I promise.” ‘A gold star, a kiss, Aemond, give me something.’

“You’re welcome Y/n, are you ready to behave now?”

‘He means professionally … I think.’ “Yes, are you?” Y/n quipped.

“Hmm.” Aemoned hummed amusedly, opening the passenger door, Y/n walking over with a smirk plastered across her face, slipping into the car with her coffee, a short squeal exiting her lips when she saw the bagel, Aemond chuckling before closing the door, she would be the death of him.

The two of them began walking towards the shopping mall, the dark grey tiled walls tall and daunting as Y/n looked up reading ‘North Mall’ on a large light up sign, the whole thing scary as she entered through the glass doors, Aemond holding the door for her as clean black walls and white marble floors embraced the two. “This is really big.” Y/n whispered, her head turning left to right, large store after large store, the scent of expensive perfume flooding her nose, and properly dressed people walking around. ‘I’m out of my depth.’ She thought to herself ‘I should just turn around’ ‘I’m not meant for this kind of life.’.

Aemond pulled out his trusty phone, his notes app opening instantly, a long list popping up. ‘At least one of us is organized.’ “We need to get a lot while we’re here.” He looked down to Y/n’s feet, people passing by as Aemond noticed the busted running shoes, Y/n trying to hide her one foot with the other. “We should start with shoes, that way you’re comfortable walking around.”

“My shoes are comfortable.” Y/n challenged.

“I can see your sock.” Aemond responded flatly.

Y/n hesitated, eyes squinting as she tried to think of some reasonable excuse. “Air vents?” She questioned.

“Hmm.”

“Where is the shoe store?!?” Y/n asked enthusiastically, placing her hand above her eyes, pretending like she was looking for a spec in the distance.

“Next time.” Aemond waited for eye contact before continuing. “You listen.” He tapped his ear, Y/n lowering her head before nodding, ‘Damn, I’m bad at this.’. Aemond held his hand out, Y/n confusedly looking to him, him nodding back to his hand, ‘this is new.’ Y/n smiled, placing her hand in his as he led them to what she assumed was the shoe store.

“Aemond.” A voice called out, in a very flat and professional way, with no emotion behind the words, ‘nothing like at the waffle house’ Y/n thought. The older woman who had spoken walked over towards the two, barely making eye contact with Y/n before turning to Aemond. “How can we help today?” She asked, a fake smile that could be spotted miles away, plastered along her thin lips.

“I need size.” He paused, turning to Y/n, a questioning look on his face.

“Oh, I don’t, I don’t know.” She blurted out, the woman in front of her looking unamused, a pit growing in Y/n’s stomach. “These are hand-me-downs, I’m so sorry!” Y/n began stressing, Aemond’s hand squeezing hers in a reassuring manner, though she felt overlooked and ignored by the woman, she at least knew Aemond wasn’t juding.

“I’ll pull a couple things, replacements?” She asked, nodding to Y/n’s current shoes. “I’m guessing.”

Aemond let go of Y/n’s hand, gesturing for her to sit on a chair further into the store, letting her get out of ear shot before continuing. “I would appreciate a whole work up, shoes for every season, event, everything.” He said lowly. “I just don’t want to overwhelm her.”

The woman snapped her fingers at a younger man, him rushing over quickly. “We can get her measurements and begin putting a few things together, we can keep the bulk of everything in the back and you can have someone come and pick them up at a later time.” She smiled, the man quickly typing everything into a tablet, pulling up a few different styles. “I would suggest no heels for this one Aemond.”

They both looked over to Y/n, her sitting on the large chair, her legs swinging slightly as she looked dead on at the two of them, smiling when she noticed Aemond’s attention was back on her. “Maralynn, this is why I refuse to shop anywhere else.” He admitted, happy for the fast and effective service he could count on every time.

“You’re the best tipper Aemond, we wish for no one else to shop here.” She said with a little more emotion behind her words, the professional wall collapsing for a second.

“Aemond I don’t need more than one pair of shoes.” Y/n pouted, four boxes currently opened around her, all different sneaker styles, each being rooted for by Aemond ‘Let me buy them all’ Targaryen.

“Hmm.” He hummed, standing as Y/n looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to be reasonable. “You’ll take home two.” Aemond said matter of factly, his tone leaving no room for argument once again, a voice he had clearly perfected, Y/n immediately looking back to the shoes and huffing in defeat.

“I like these ones.” She pointed with her sock clad foot towards a plain black pair, once she would love to use at work, the soles much more comfy than her current ones. Aemond nodded, picking the box up and handing it to the closest attendant he could find. “Andddd.” She huffed, looking over the other options, each style, colour, lace type, blending together. “These.” She pointed at another pair, this one black with some white accents, simple running shoes that probably cost a fortune, and yet looked simple enough.

“Good girl.” He hummed, Y/n’s eyes wide as saucers as he sat down in front of her, pulling the shoes out of the box himself, scooting closer gracefully and beginning to untie them.

“I can …” The look in his eye stopped her from protesting. ‘Spoiling … Right.’

He took his time, double checking where her toe was in the shoe, making sure the attendant wasn’t lying when he said they fit perfectly, then pulling the laces tight, making sure the bow and it’s loose strings wouldn’t be tripped over, his pant leg getting slightly dirty in the process, the dust from Y/n walking around the store in the shoes seeping in. “Good?” He asked, his eye meeting hers as he patted her two feet, his one thumb brushing over her ankle, goosebumps erupting over her body at his touch.

“Yep!” Y/n squeaked out, barely able to keep her cool as Aemond’s, now classic, smirk crept up again.

He slowly stood up, quickly patting away the small shoe marks from his legs. “I’m going to pay, should just be a minute, okay?” Y/n nodded at his words, his arm outstretched, pulling her off the seat and letting her stand in place as he sauntered away, his suit jacket picking up the wind slightly.

Y/n took the free moment to check her phone, though Aemond was the only one she really ever used it for, Eyla put her number in it and was currently blowing up her phone with text messages about how the ‘Mr sexy voice’ weekend was going, Y/n laughing as she shot back a simple ‘shut up’ message. Her face heating up as she looked back to Aemond, who currently towered over the cashier as he gave her his card, his head turning back to check on Y/n, the two of them sharing a smile. ‘Shit though, this is the first store.’ Y/n suddenly felt the previous pit in her stomach open up, this was not her world, and she was worried about the consequences that might come from her pretending it was.

#aemond targaryen x oc #prince aemond #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #house of the dragon #hotd #sugar daddy!aemond targaryen #sb/sd!au #sugar baby!au #modern au #modern!aemond x reader #modern!aemond targaryen

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ahoneesan · 2 months

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i went for my usual run on monday but bc it was a holiday the gym opened way later than usual, meaning i got in as early as i could which ended up bein 11am. and i cant tell you what a game changer going in to run after 2-3 hours spent already awake, playin games, getting ready at my own pace and all that had. i still had to take some extra catch my breath breaks here n there but i felt like i was On it in a way i really dont during my usual 6am squeze it in before my 8am shift workouts do. really got me 1) wantin to keep goin on the exercise grind bc i did genuinely feel great afterwards and 2) ideating about how much better my life would be if i could do that every day lol.

in general i really want 2024 to be a year where i take some bigger steps towards actually living the life i want to rather than like daydreaming about the life i want to live and living a different life in the meantime. obviously there are limits to that due to Capitalism but im extremely lucky to be where i am and i wanna re4ally use that more to my advantage. thw sick joke is this is how ive felt almost every single year since graduating college but no more excuses!! i turned into a girl and everything!!! like mario said letsa go!!!!!!!!!

#shinespark #execnotes

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littlemissaddict · 1 year

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Can I request a fluffy Eddie x Chrissy long fic where they celebrate their daughter’s 1st Birthday?

I'm sorry this took so long to write (long enough for you to send it through twice oops) but it's done finally so I hope you like it.

Word Count: 1804

Chrissy really shouldn't have been as surprised as she was when she left the bedroom after putting Blair, their almost one year old down to sleep for the night, to find Eddie in the midst of decorating the living area of the trailer for said almost one year olds birthday tomorrow. Before she was born, Eddie had made it clear that he planned to give their daughter everything that he had missed out on as a child, well up until he came to live with Wayne that is, although by then he was in his early teens and adamant that he didn't need all the fuss for his birthday.

"Eddie, honey are you sure this isn't too overboard? I mean she's only one, she probably doesn't even realise what her birthday means just yet" Chrissy enquiries. She doesn't mean to put a downer on his plans but she's trying to remain practical and she knows Eddie, every year he'll try and make her birthday better than the last.

Hearing her voice, he looks up from the banner he was untangling. His big, soft brown eyes wandering over to her, still filled with so much love for her even after all these years and the rocky start to their relationship, love that is only matched by the love for their daughter. "But it's her first birthday, it's a big day" he pouts as if that is all the explanation he needs to give to explain his desire to decorate like he is.

"I know Eddie, all I'm asking is do you think we need 5 birthday banners, the thousands of streamers and god knows how many balloons you've got tucked away in that bag" she laughs softly, reaching out to pull the bag closer to her to have a peak and see how many balloons and whatever else he's got tucked away. She only laughs more when he swats her hands away from the bag with an indignant 'hey' and follows it by pulling the bag closer to him and out of her reach.

"I haven't got thousands of streamers," he huffs, even though he does see where she's coming from even if he doesn't fully agree with the sentiment. Eddie had always gone overboard on things that mattered to him, always standing by the sentiment that if it was worth doing then it was worth overdoing and he wasn't about to stop now, not when it was for his baby girl. "And for your information I've only got three packets of balloons hidden away" he smirks, pulling the packets out to show her.

Chrissy doesn't miss the 'twenty balloons' written on the front of each packet and she sighs in defeat as she flops down on the floor opposite him and takes a packet of balloons from his hands. "You know it's a good job you're full of hot air, should make this easy for you" she teases, pulling a balloon from the bag as Eddie chokes in surprise at her words.

"Yeah well you get to put your blowing skills to good use" he shoots back when he finally recovers, following his words with a wink as she shakes her head at him.

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The following morning she's woken up by high pitched squealing and giggling coming from beside her in the bed. A quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside tells her that it's just before 8am and it's a surprise to her that Eddie's willingly awake this early considering it's usually touching ten o'clock before he rolls out of bed if he has the chance. Rolling over she finds Eddie sitting up, leaning back against the headboard with his mini me perched on his lap giggling away as his hands wiggle against her sides as he tickles her. She notices the look of pure joy in her baby’s eyes and she can’t help but think that this isn’t such a bad way to wake up.

The movement of the bed seems to catch Eddie’s attention and he looks down at her, an even bigger smile lighting up his face when he sees that she’s awake before he turns back to the small girl in his lap. “Look baby, Mummy’s awake” he coos and she watches as the small girl whips her head around, her curls bouncing as she does so, looking as if she’s just realised that Chrissy is there.

“Mummy” she squeals, clumsily clambering off of Eddie’s lap and he winces as a pair of tiny elbows hit him in the ribs and tiny feet kick his thighs.

Chrissy can’t help the sleepy laugh that bubbles out of her as her baby practically launches herself at her, she wraps her arms securely around her tiny body as she pulls her to lay on top of her. A warm feeling fills her as Blair snuggles into her and she glances over at Eddie half expecting him to be inspecting the impact sites from tiny limbs but instead she finds him watching the two of them, his girls, with a fond smile on his face.

“Happy Birthday baby” she smiles, turning her attention back to the now wriggling girl in her arms as she babbles away in her own mixture of baby talk and intelligible words. “Is that so?” Chrissy smiles conspiratory as the baby talk ceases, “Well I sure hope you told daddy” she giggles as the baby talk resumes as Blair makes grabby hands for Eddie at the mention of her dad and Eddie happily takes her from Chrissy to give her space to get up.

“You hungry princess?” Eddie asks, chuckling as the baby babble becomes more energetic, “I’ll take that as a yes, how do pancakes sound? Yeah? Sweetheart?” He turns to Chrissy who breathes out a ‘sounds good’ and that’s all he needs before he’s rolling out of bed with Blair somehow sitting on his shoulders. She would worry but Blair’s excited squeal and giggles are all the reassurance she needs that she’s okay although it doesn’t stop her from following closely behind the pair to just to be doubly sure, well that and she doesn’t want to miss Blair’s reaction to the thirty or so balloons that they had blown up before calling it quits.

She hears the gasp, followed by “Daddy, Mommy look” as they come to a stop, her tiny hands gripping tight hold to Eddie’s hair and pulling it in her excitement and Chrissy doesn’t miss the way he winces at that.

“Happy Birthday princess” Eddie beams, untangling her hands from his hair and sighs in relief as he lifts her off his shoulders, “you wanna go see while Daddy makes breakfast” he asks and Blair nods excitedly, already trying to wriggle her way out of his arms. Once she’s safely on the floor the two of them watch as she wades into the sea of balloons covering the floor, her chubby little legs kicking them about much to her amusement. Amusement that lasts just about as long as it takes Eddie to make the pancakes, by then she’s itching for something else to do but luckily the food is enough of a distraction for her and like expected he’s gone overboard but Chrissy can’t find it in herself to care about it or about the mess that it’s sure to make because the happiness it brings them is more than worth it.

“A special breakfast for the birthday girl” he smiles as he presents two pancakes, cut up into small bite size pieces for her, drizzled in sticky syrup and accompanied by a swirl of whipped cream covered in sprinkles. Chrissy moves to help her as she usually does, the plastic baby fork in her hand ready but Blair seems to have other ideas as her pudgy hands go straight for the whipped cream and all she and Eddie can do is watch as it goes all over.

Chrissy sighs before turning to Eddie who was in the midst of accidentally spilling the syrup, “Just like her father” she says with a teasing smile as he looks back at her with wide eyes at the fact he’s been caught.

“But beautiful like her mother” he counters with a cheesy smile before he reaches for a cloth in an attempt to clean up the spillage.

Wayne turns up just as she’s finished opening her presents and he takes one look at the floor littered with balloons and torn wrapping paper and shakes his head but there's a smile on his face that can’t be missed. Blair clocks him as soon as he walks through the door, running towards him as fast as her tiny legs will take her and leaving a wave of balloons behind her. “There she is m’favourite girl” he drawls, bending down so that he can scoop her up in a hug and then groaning as he straightens up with her in his arms.

“You're getting old Wayne” Eddie teases his uncle with a laugh.

“Maybe but give it a few years boy and you’ll see” he shoots back, used to Eddie’s teasing after all these years. Blair on the other hand, isn’t happy that he has taken Wayne’s attention from her and makes it known with her unhappy babbles, “I know sweet girl but grandpa’s got a gift for you” he smiles, his free hand lifting to show her the rather large, brightly coloured gift bag that have her eyes widening and her mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape as she makes grabby hands for it.

He sets her down on the floor, opting to take a seat on the couch himself rather than joining her on the floor, maybe if he was younger he tells himself as he sets the bag down within arms reach of Blair who is quick to reach for it. She knocks it over in the process and Eddie prays that whatever it is isn’t breakable but then again it’s a gift for a one year old why would it be breakable. Chrissy joins Blair in the floor giving her a helping hand at pulling whatever it is out of the bag and the almost glass shattering squeal she makes when she finally sees her present makes them all wince.

“What is it princess?” Eddie asks, now joining the group as he smiles down at Blair who is clutching a teddy bear in her grasp that is almost, if not bigger than she is. “Wow look at that, what do you say to grandpa baby?” he encourages when she holds the bear out proudly towards him, showing off her new toy.

“Tank you” she grins adorably up at Wayne.

“Ant time sweet girl” he nods as she goes back to the teddy, babbling away to it as the three of them watch fondly.

#eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer #request #borhapgirlforlife19

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marshalljudd · 1 month

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Day 20 at University

I took a few days off earlier this week because I was sick but I didn’t make any effort to keep up with work. HUGE MISTAKE. Ended up behind on everything and finding the motivation to watch six lectures is tough. Ended up taking a whole day but that could’ve been because I took a break every five minutes. That was yesterday.

I had an 8am lecture and that felt like ages. Maybe because I was super early. My mum dropped me off on campus so I didn’t have to catch the bus. I had my 10-1 lab which was a lot of work. Even after the lab finished I was still working on it for almost two more hours.

I felt bad for my lab partner. I don’t really like doing the talking, anxiety and all, but I really do love listening. I was pretty dry so she didn’t talk to me for the rest of the lab.

Had my last two lectures and I was feeling strangely awake so I managed to keep up for most of them. Anything I missed I just checked on straight after both my lectures were finished.

My mum picked me up and later on I recorded and handed in my language assignment. I was stressing really bad over it but it’s a huge weight off now that it’s done.

#blog #university #student blog

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firstofmay23 · 1 year

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ICELAND!!!

When I stepped off the plane, my ear was immediately hit by the cold wind. Seemed like it was raining not long before I arrived. Quite a welcome for a tropical island girl. Luckily, my luggage made it all the way to Reykjavík.

Immigration through the border was very easy. When the officer asked me how long I'm going to stay, I said, "Until the 28th of June"

She looked up at me and say, "You?"

I grinned and replied, "Yes"

As a visual guide. Imagine a tiny girl carrying a huge mountain backpack and huge jumpers, possibly underdressed, and saying that she's going to stay here for two months. After checking my visa, she stamped my passport and let me through.

After getting my luggage, I hurried to the shuttle bus stall to get to the main terminal in Reykjavík. First mistake. I should've waited until at least the sun went up to leave. Reason number one: I forgot to exchange my cash so I'm left with a small amount of money I have in my card to survive for at least until the end of the week. Reason number two: the main bus terminal is freaking closed!!! I thought the bus terminal is supposed to be open 24/7 but no. So, like any other good tourist, I waited outside in the middle of the night in 5° weather. As a reminder, this is the first time I have ever been in any place lower than 15° so you can imagine the silent freak-out I was having. I saw a car stopped by, he's been coming in and out of the staff door of the terminal. After half an hour of making weird eye contact with each other, I braced myself and asked about the terminal opening hours. He didn't seem to understand my question, only told me that the bus station is closed, smiled at me, said "bye" and left. Well, that's informative.

First picture of Iceland that I took. You can see the famous church in the background

After an hour of waiting (and pacing in and out of the terminal), I decided to walk around the building and find someone who might have a little more authority to help me out. And I found someone, he was on the other side of the station. At first, he suggested that I walk to a hotel nearby and get some rest there. When I went to fetch my luggage, somebody opened the terminal door for me! And he let me stay inside to wait until my 8am bus, which was 6 hours away. And there I waited.....

I remember I fell asleep with my head on my luggage and when I woke up I realized I broke one of the luggage feet. The sun went up but it was still a couple hours before I was able to catch the early bus at the station nearby. And that's when I realized I was unable to purchase my ticket. How was I supposed to buy my ticket if I can't authorize my card? I was panic-calling some people back in Bali and was about to give up when suddenly I heard my name called. I thought I was hallucinating, as people who are sleep deprived and out in the cold usually do. But then it was getting louder and when I looked to my right, I saw my friend! What are the chances of people I know ending up at the same bus station 12,000 km away from home????

After some jumping around and Instagram posting, I asked to borrow his card to purchase a ticket. It worked, so that's one problem sorted out. Moments like this made me believe that I have angels watching me, it's always at the right time. Except for love, my angels do NOT give a fuck about my love life. But we're not talking about that now

Thanks to a random dude who offered to carry my luggage up the stairs to the bus stop, I managed to get on the right bus at the right time. And I switched buses to go out of the capital, managed to have a couple hours of sleep, awake just in time to not miss my stop, and grabbed a sandwich at one of the gas stations. As well as admiring the view and gasping at the sight of unmelted ice along the way

The bus number you have to take to get to Blönduós

Not long after, we arrived at Blönduós. And there was another artist that was on the same bus as me! Soon as we got off the bus, somebody greeted me. Turned out someone was already waiting for us. So me and Jess hopped on Sigrun's car and was taken to our place. She also gave us a short introduction about the town and our place as well. Soon after that me and Jess had a little trip to the supermarket nearby to get something to eat later for dinner. When I finally got into bed, it was 3pm and I didn't care if it was very bright outside. I want my bed. I got my bed.

#travel

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