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calypso-finale · 1 year

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Eighty Nine.

I have actually been so busy with these damn kids, I am back and forth with the boys and then Imani, Imani at night in the studio and the boys afterschool shit, why do they have so much shit, but I am giving Amerie the reigns in that now because I can’t be doing it like they want. The boys love that I come but I can’t be dealing with it all, I am tired. And I realised this was Robyn’ idea, I think it was her idea to make me busy because what the fuck. Herbo is a demon, like this guy knows how to get his way “you ain’t stupid are you?” I pointed “what!?” he spat “this is my niece first album, I am supporting her” I laughed “nah, you know this is something big because of all the people we got on it, you seeing the numbers in your head. But it’s good, I am joking with you” I chuckled “you better be, I am supporting niece. That my niece bro” rolling my eyes “dad are you ever going to sing?” I frowned “what you mean by that?” that is random “you just not doing your part of the song!?” she spat “oh you right, but I have been here just delegating everything that is all, I am being good, and I got you all these artists and trust me. They don’t know what is coming, you my daughter. This is going to be the biggest album ever. Since when does Rihanna sing anymore? See baby, you got this. Don’t worry about, I will get on the mic” placing my arm around her “exactly, you got me. Big Herb, you know that shit about to do numbers” he is a clown “cut it off the album though, that needs to go. Who wants some nasty rapper big Herbert” he kissed his teeth “nigga I will cut you” I chuckled moving back “but you good, don’t worry about it. You working so damn hard that I am proud of you” pressing a kiss to the top of her head, she worries too much. I just find it amazing that she got her mom in the studio, Rihanna was actually here on the mic. She swore she wouldn’t make new music, but she did it for Imani, so will I but it’s just I have been busy but that will be on my to do list “people are just going to judge me as some rich girl getting her people, like the album isn’t mine” she has a point, make two. Do the original, like it’s you but then make a remix one, nobody can complain then, you are good enough to do well, so stop it” nobody going to judge her.

I be coming home when Robyn is waking up for the kids, I am going to not go tonight because I am actually very tired, this whole routine. I think I won’t do anything tomorrow “morning” Robyn said “mhmm, I am knackered” Robyn pulled a face “just whipping off your boxers like that” I chuckled “I just want to get into bed, I am tired. I am too old for this shit” jumping into bed “you haven’t had any days off Chris, that is what happens. I told you that you just need to relax, and you do more” she has a point, placing my phone on the side table “I know, well I am going to do nothing tomorrow” I am so glad to be in bed “good, your eldest daughter messaged me. She has just landed, she said she will be over” I groaned out loudly “not Rylee” Robyn chuckled “she is too bougie for us, like honestly. Why?” I don’t get why she is here, isn’t she in Bali living the Kardashian life, she is stupid “I don’t know, I just woke up now to get the kids ready for school, she text me like three hours ago. Clearly she was on the jet with Saint and came here, she put. Hi mom I will be over to the house today, I have just landed” she brings her own drama “ok, but you know what I am going to say. That is your daughter, we don’t want to know. She has told us that, her life, she rules it so go for it. She only runs here when she is in the wrong” turning onto my side “that is kids, they never stop” I can’t be dealing with her shit “you’re still sore with her because of the relationship with Oakley and you breaking down” I shrugged not saying anything, I just want to sleep.

I didn’t want to get out of bed really, knowing Rylee is downstairs too, I did not want to move but I am here, I am awake and going downstairs. Robyn text me hours ago that she was here but I have just seen it now. I wonder if she is here or gone now, maybe she has gone. I don’t hate Rylee, but she comes with drama that girl. Robyn and I stay away from it and she knows that, we have been quiet with her because generally we don’t agree with it all so we just stayed back but I ain’t spoken to Oakley since and it does make me sad because we were close but things like this happen so what can I say “morning” Rylee said “hey, you making my food please” I said to Robyn “you just come down” she said “yeah but I am hungry so yeah, what you doing here? This ain’t Rylee, you living it up in Bali, being Rylee Kardashian, mother in law Kim” sitting down “shut up dad ok” why is she mad “I am just saying, what’s up? Fast life living and now you remember mom and dad? Or is it because you have a problem, where is Saint? Because if he posts another picture of you half naked I am going to beat his motherfucking ass, and you have some damn class” Rylee gawked at me “mom has done it before? She did lingerie” she defended “least she is doing lingerie, you’re posing for a random nigga? So you tell me, I will bust his ass. Have some shame, Robyn please don’t look at me like that. He is disrespectful, eating ass? I will fuck him up” Robyn got up “ok, now stop” Rylee put her head down “yes I know you was too high to even notice, you my daughter. And I don’t like it, either they are using you or you’re using them for clout? And since when did you need fucking clout? You acting off heartbreak, one you haven’t been through before and I get it but you a motherfucking mother so act like one! Kim is a clown and whore at that so don’t ever fucking think she is classy” I spat; I have been after Rylee to say these very words to her.

I have ate, had a smoke, I am calm now “sorry if I upset you” I said, Robyn also text me saying I am being a dick so I should apologise “it’s ok” she mumbled “where Is Aziel? He is not here, it just hit me now” sitting down “he is at the house, well my house. He didn’t want to come, weird enough. Grace mentioned it to him, and he said no” letting out an oh “also I didn’t want him to come because yeah I have come here with a problem” I am not shocked “I am leaving Aziel with you both” squinting my eyes “why?” that is random “because I am mentally in no fit state to be his mother, he is suffering because I am suffering, and I am inflicting it on him, I can’t be his mother” her voice broke “you can, get rid of the shit you’re doing” is she crazy “when you gave birth you become a mother for the rest of your life! You cannot put him down because you are going through this bitterness, and you want to run around with North and Saint! No!” I spat “he is suffering with me, he is better without me” I frowned “then his father is in London” I spat “he has a new child, he ain’t having him” looking at Robyn “Rylee, why are you doing this?” she shrugged “if you don’t take him then he will have to just be there with me, I can’t love him” my mouth fell open, Robyn glared at me to shut up “why can’t you love him, stop it Rylee. You do love him” she shook her head “I feel empty, I just see him and it’s nothing there but I know I am ruining him, so I am asking for you both to take him” Robyn looked at with pleading eyes to not say anything “you do love him but right now you just feeling hurt and pain, you haven’t stopped once to just think” she shook her head “I can’t be a mom to him” she looked at Robyn, and Robyn of course moved over to her to hug her, this is crazy to hear from her but I do need to back off.

I am really angry at Rylee, but Robyn doesn’t want me to say anything “I’m not good for him” she said “his dad is in London, go and give him the chance. Let him be a dad just because you don’t want to be a parent” Rylee looked at me “no it’s still fuck him” she pointed “you love him that’s why you’re so hurt about it, you want him to chase you and want you but when you laid hands on him and told him he was shit, he wasn’t going to be all forgiving. Just like a woman can be scorned so can a man, I am staying out of your shit, but I don’t agree with it. Now you’re here telling us you can’t be another!? Aziel is four!” I shouted, “why should we have him?” She coming to us for what “Chris, just please stop it. Listen to me Rylee, you can’t just drop him because you don’t feel like you’re a good mother. Once you held your child you’re a mother forever, it doesn’t stop ever” she wiped her tears “but right now I’m not good for him, and all dad is doing is shouting! He won’t let me fucking talk, I just right now not good for him. I’ve been too stuck in my ways that Aziel has been suffering, I’ve been a shit mother” she sobbed out “Chris please don’t shout ok, she is still young. She needs us, she came to us so stop it” shaking my head “what bought it on baby, talk to me. You was so determined to be with Kim and them, why are you upset now” Robyn asked “you create this drama and now you’re hard done by” Robyn shushed me “you do not do that, stop it” I clenched my jaw “look, I’m sorry. I’m just upset with you Rylee. I think we need you to and seek some therapy” Rylee sobbed out “I don’t need it; I just want to be me ok. I am a shit mother and I’m asking you both to help me” when is she not asking us for help “my son hasn’t been eating, he’s changed, he’s angry, he’s upset. And with me! He doesn’t want me” crossing my arms across my chest “why doesn’t he want you? Because he’s seeing mom with another man, flaunting it in his face. I told this to Robyn when she left me, I said you bring another man into y’all faces, I would fucking light shit up. You are stupid and me! I’m going, I can’t be nice. I just can’t be nice because she is upset because she can’t have shit her way” I can’t stand there and be fake, she did that shit herself and now she is coming to us; I cannot and I will not sit there and hear it, she fucking up her own son life because she is heartbroken.

Locking my car door and making my way to the house, I thought I would come and see Aziel myself and let Robyn deal with Rylee, I am right not too angry to be even dealing with it. Pressing the buzzer and waiting, when I saw Aziel I knew something was off, he really wasn’t himself at all. The door opened “Hi Mr Brown” Grace said, “call me Chris but how are you?” entering the house “I am well thank you, is Rylee here?” She asked “no, just me. Is Aziel here?” She pointed to right in front of me “he was going to go for a nap, but this is how he does it” seeing Oakley on the screen “watching Oakley” looking at Aziel sucking his thumb “yeah we put an interview on this time” closing the door behind me “hi Aziel” I waved at him, he just stared at me “he’s missing his dad” she said, smiling at him lightly “I can see, how has he been?” I asked “sad, he’s just gradually becoming more and more sad, I think the more the days went by that his dad didn’t come he realised he wasn’t around. Rylee doesn’t speak to him about it and it’s been hard on him, but then watching this makes him happy” walking over to him “Aziel” I said to him, he looked at Grace “it’s papa” Grace said and pointed at me “I come to see you son, I missed you big A” sitting down next to him “is that dad? Come, I have videos of dad too” he isn’t saying no but he’s just looking, getting my phone out “I have videos too baby” scrolling through my phone videos “oh here, look this is dad” playing the video “daddy” he took his thumb out of his mouth “yeah your dad” Aziel smiling at my phone “nah I can’t dance like you so why? You recording me” Oakley was trying to dance like me that one time and I missed it “miss you” he’s getting my teary eyed “he misses you too” the videos stopped “I have it” he asked “sure” passing him my phone, that is so sad.

I bought Aziel and Grace to the house, I mean he is ok with me now, but he is still quiet and with me there he wasn’t going to have a nap “Aziel is here” Raihan said as he came down “yes, you want to play with uncle?” I said to him “go with uncle and play” I said placing him down, but he went to Grace, of course he did “make yourself at home, I will be with you. Robyn” she waved at Aziel “hey baby, we need to talk now” I groaned out “what is it now? Rylee still here” she nodded her head “but I need to speak to you” nodding my head walking behind her “oh this is dramatic, we going upstairs. I know the drama ridden things are upstairs, office is drama, but the hardcore drama is upstairs “just please be quiet for a moment” clearing my throat “well I hope you spoke some sense into her” walking behind her “well yes but I had to break her down, like really get down to the issue, pushing her to speak” walking into our bedroom “Jesus Chris, why are the kids so hard work. Rylee is going to therapy she has no choice, she isn’t thinking right and really she is dropping herself in shit, so she revealed something to me that she told me to not tell but she knows I will tell you, but you cannot fucking say a thing. She is suffering in her own way too; she is dumb I get it but stop. I am serious. She told me that she fell pregnant again with Saint, nobody knows this because she got rid of it as soon as she found out. She said she didn’t think and did it because it’s not what she wanted and she doesn’t want to be in that family, so I said but you pushed yourself into there, now you got our grandchild in there lost. I am so mad with her, I think I can get Aziel out of the season, but she is stuck on there, she signed some shit. Well anyways, that happened” rubbing my head “it hurts my head to know she is that dumb” I mumbled “she is hurting everyone else while trying to hurt him, she is a mess and not thinking, and now she is back here. I won’t say shit, but I am pissed, she is an adult but if you can help her then do it” I shrugged “Saint and her are using each other for shit, and it's going to end nasty, I know it” Robyn said “she said that Saint doesn’t really want Aziel around, so I said that is why my grandchild is in this state, because you are stupid. Look I have had it out with her a lot, hurt people do hurt shit, what can I say” she is so dumb, like Rylee is loathing herself that she rather not mourn it and do dumb shit.

I didn’t bother to say anything to Rylee but hi, I mean Robyn has threatened me to not say a thing and I won’t “shocked you broke away from Saint” Imani said, she has just come home “yeah” Rylee just said, “hey dad, I am still thinking about what you said, also Willow and I are going to Miami” nodding my head “go for it, have fun” Imani sat next to me “so how come you’re here?” Imani asked Rylee “because I am” she just said, “the fast life always catches up on you” I said, “you should know” she retorted “I do, but I didn’t do what you did with the kids” Raihan walked into the room, Aziel is behind him which is nice “you playing nice with him” I asked “yes, but he is a baby. He sucks his thumb” side eying Raihan “he is a baby” maybe he will like Raihan “go and get some toys, bring them down for the room” Raihan sighed out “fine” waving Aziel over “also change the channel, who is ever watching news” looking over at my phone “I am going to ignore that for you, come here” Aziel made his way over to me “there we go” placing him on my lap “I have missed you Aziel, where have you been?” Imani asked him “I heard you are TT baby” Imani tickled him, and he smiled, looking over at my phone again “popular man” it’s just Skepz, I only link with him in London “daddy!” looking away from my phone, Aziel clapped “dad” looking up at the TV “we have some breaking news, UK rap sensation Central Cee, dated Rihanna and Chris Brown daughter. He has been taken into hospital from a drug overdose, that is all we have currently. We will bring you updated information as we get it, and if you have just tuned in, UK rapper Central Cee has been taken into hospital from a drug overdose” staring at the TV like that shit is untrue, Aziel is saying dad like it’s anything good “fuck, Skepz” he is calling me again “I just heard, I am calling you! Streets are saying on scene” my heart sank “bro, don’t say that shit. Streets don’t know shit” waving at Grace “Take him” I said “well I just heard like half hour ago, no news bro. Like streets are saying it was done” he talking shit “listen I ain’t-” I paused looking at Rylee, I know this girl isn’t wailing “what happened?” Robyn rushed in “call you back” disconnecting the call, let me try and call Wadz “oh my god” Robyn said in disbelief “dad say it isn’t true” Imani asked me, and I am trying, placing my phone against my ear, Wadz isn’t going to answer so I will do YB, he will answer “I don’t know, just hold on. Rylee fucking relax” she is scaring Aziel “fam” I knew he would answer “tell me, just please” I asked “I know as much as you, I am going to the hospital now, if I get anything I will call you. I am just in shock myself. Nobody answering me shit” my heart is in my mouth right now “fuck” I breathed out “I got to go now” he disconnected the call “Skepz said it was on scene” I just said, “what does that even mean?” Imani asked “no don’t say that!? Don’t’ say that!” Rylee screamed out “I am going London, fuck this shit” getting up, I am going there right now.

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petscrub · 11 months

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i really do feel at a loss rn financially lmfao i think i have about.. $50 and thats before any kind of bills need to be paid... *clown emoji* (sorry im on desktop)

ive been thinking i need to make new tshirts to sell but the ones ive made in recent time havent been selling as well as my old ones, and my sales have dropped sooo much. idk i honestly feel like i dont have any ideas.

i’d love to make money off of prints or artwork like paintings but idk. i always feel unsatisfied with my work, to the point where i either give up or think no one would even want it. ive had a listing of one of my paintings on etsy for awhile, and its in someones cart but it hasnt been purchased yet (i listed it for $300 lol). ig i just genuinely feel like a subpar artist... i feel amateur and mediocre at everything i do, the only thing i ever see potential in is my music and even with that i think is not great lmao. i forgive myself more for that though because music is new to me still and is hard and i think im decent for someone who is still a beginner.

i wish i could offer the same space to myself with my other endeavors, but its hard, especially when the main thing on my mind is money. it really doesnt help the patience and skill that art requires when you are horribly broke and feel like you need to create in order to afford basic necessities.

so ig im just seeking any kind of advice or words, i dunno. i have a fine job right now its just become very monotonous and i dont make much money from it. ive grown tired of it and would love to be supporting myself on my own, through art or creativity in some kind of way.

i begin to feel hopeless about everything when im broke. i question myself and my abilities. ive been practicing guitar again tho, and it feels nice. i want to be able to improve and be able to play even if just at an intermediate level, though of course id love to be amazing at it in the future. other than that i havent been working on ableton, and i havent finished a song in forever.... i hate all my old songs because i can sense a sort of holding back and reluctance in them that i despise and am desperately trying to move past. so most of my old songs are duds because i didnt approach them in the way i need to and im not sure if they are fixable tbh...

anyway idk what else to say im just kinda down today. i go back to work tomorrow so thats probably why. i just wanna live a good life and enjoy things and love what i create.

#idk some updates

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pbandjesse · 1 year

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It was a pretty nice day. I feel tired but in a nice way. Like I accomplished stuff and feel good about it.

I slept okay last night. Waking up was hard. But it's all good. James had gone for a ride before I woke up. And when I got up they were here. They made the bed while I got dressed and ordered us bagels for pick up. And very soon we were off.

We drove to Charles village first to get our bagels. And then off to camp. We got there a little before 930. And it was a beautiful day. A little cold but the sun was out and I was feeling good.

We checked in with Elizabeth and she gave me the key for the supply building. And then we were off.

Me and James went to the lodge first and ran through the programs. Then went and got the supplies. James was lovely and carried the heavy stuff. Love them so much.

We set up smaller versions of three of the programs. We also set up the intro. I don't think I could have done this without James. They ran around getting B roll. They talked me through the script. And kept me from repeating myself. It would have been so much worse without them. And really I was just having fun doing this with them. It was such a nice my morning.

It was hard to film and not feel awkward but I did my best and looking back over what we filmed I think I did a good job. I made James lead the cordage part of the program and be in the games portion with me. It was just fun and I love making them a part of something I really care about. And they know so much so that's also really helpful. Both about Native American history and about filming/directing. They are the best.

We worked for about 3 hours and then went to the office to chat with Heather and Alexi. I brought up the full time stuff and they are like yes let's make a time to have a more formal conversation and talk about how much I should be paid. And I don't know when that is but I am glad they understand that's going to be the big deciding factor. Fingers crossed that what I need is in the budget.

We left there and headed to hunt valley. We went to Michaels so I could get the resin I like. And then walked over to the Wegmans to get groceries.

We wandered around there. James gets uncomfy when they don't know the layout of the grocery store but I like a hunt. It was nice to wander around and find the things on our list. Which we have been pretty successful with sticking it. Proud of us.

We headed back to the city next. The sky was getting cloudy. James was tired but still took me to artist and Craftsman so I could get smooth on mold making mix. I was surprised that Michaels didn't have it but I have a gift card for A&C so it was like getting both things for $20. Excellent.

James's energy was a little off. They weren't themselves. But we would get home. And struggle to get our stuff inside. A bunch of it fell out of the car and then my necklace came off and stuff rolled under the car and we were both frustrated. But we got it together and got it inside.

Where there was a birthday gift for me!! It was the MCR Tshirt Tucker got for me. Amazing. I am thrilled.

But then my blood sugar dropped like crazy and I started shaking and seeing black spots and was desperately trying to open the chocolate raisins and peanut butter pretzels I got at the store. And once I ate I felt a lot better but that's as scary.

I hung out on the couch and tried to get myself together. James would heat us up leftover pizza which was good. Better then it was last night. And once I felt okay again I would go start making my mold.

I didnt realize this was a slow setting version of smooth on. Weird. No idea why you would want that but whatever. I had to mix two sets to fill the container but I am excited to be making molds again. I always loved mold making and resin casting. And I'm excited to do it again!!

I left the mold to set. I'll check it tomorrow. And went to hang out on the couch and drew on my tablet. Which is going super well. Having the solid bear base I can just pluck and draw on over and over is perfect for me. I made a little musuem educator with a BMI apron and an oyster and knife. And then I made a basket of strawberries. It feels nice to have some direction with this project. Maybe I can figure out how to make some of them into enamel pins. We will see!

I got a little cold and moved to the bed. And eventually I fell asleep. When I woke up it was sleeting and raining. James was here and said they were going to make bread and spaghetti for dinner. I asked for some of my leftover salad. And then I went to take a bath while they cooked.

It was a nice little bath. And it was so nice to have dinner together. I love my James so much.

After dinner we went to their room to watch the last of us. I worked on my knitting which I am behind on. But I got 5 rows done during the hour show. It was a really good episode. I am glad Jess and James convinced me to sit down and watch it. Sweetp cuddled up with me and it was so cute when he flopped on me. I love my cat so much.

And now we are in bed. I am tired and it is rainy and windy outside. But I am happy. I hope you are all having a good night and are cozy and warm. I have a busy day at the museum tomorrow!! Wish me luck!!

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frailtierx · 2 years

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You're but you were

Prompt: I was just lying in bed trying to rest and then suddenly, I was hit by the realization that "you're" is a contraction of "you" and "are" but, although perceived as grammatically incorrect, "you're" could probably also mean "you were" and it pains me to think that the sentence "you're the love of my life" could mean "you were the love of my life"

Characters: Jihoon x Seungcheol, Jihoon x Soonyoung

Genre: Slowburn mild angst

I stared at the man beside me. He's definitely asleep. His short lashes. His soft pink lips. His soft cheeks. He could only count the times he's met him or more like he's seen him home.

"Stop staring at me already. Do you need something?" Ji said with his eyes closed.

" Are you free tomorrow? Let's have a date?" Sc suggested. He missed this man already. He's busy with work most of the time.

"I can't. I need to meet with Soonyoung tomorrow. He'll be releasing another song so we need to prepare for the production."Ji answered in his tired voice.

"I-" Sc was about to tell him something when Ji turned his body in the opposite direction.

"Whatever you're gonna say, keep it for tomorrow. It's late." Ji finally said and Sc decided to press his own back to the bed and stare at the ceiling.

It has happened a whole lot where Ji would move a scheduled date or cancel it at most just to accommodate work or Soonyoung. Not gonna lie, he's jealous of the man occupying his husband's time but he can do nothing because work is work and work is Ji's priority more than him. It sucks but he learned to tolerate it. He stayed in this marriage which led to where they are now.

Ji wasn't like this before. They were the campus couple. Both of them graduated college with flying colors proving to everyone that having a romantic relationship is not a hindrance to getting good grades. Everyone envies them. They could be seen dating practically everywhere: movie date, library date, cafe date, picnic date. Name it and they might have done it.

That's it and they've reached their common goal which was to graduate with flying colors and after which their next goal was to have a job. For Sc, it was easy as a business graduate. He immediately got a job from a famous company that was listed in the Fortune 100 magazine, but Ji wasn't that lucky.

As a media production graduate, getting into the music production world isn't an easy pie at all, and having seen how easy it was for Sc, he felt like he was losing his ground. Sc was busy as hell as he was still from the bottom of the company, while Ji used this time to create connections inside the music world.

In the midst of Sc's promotions, Ji got lucky and met a good music label for cooperation. Everything's going fine and the two feeling all the luck in the world decided it's time to tie two ends of the string and got married.

Well, that's a start and although they both got married, Sc got his promotion and Ji got a partnership, the two almost no longer met for a long time.

There were times they'd sleep on the same bed but the moment the other awoken, the other would be gone already. Sc has fixed schedules of 8 am - 5 pm work but Ji's isn't fixed because there would be a time that the artist would only be available at a certain time, at worst it'll be in the middle of the night and he had to continue the editing after the recording which would take for more hours due to revisions or simple changes.

Ji's production grew and he finally got to the point where he found his own label and crew. When he thought he could finally handle his own time, he was mistaken as he got busier than ever because of meetings and his hands-on participation in all major production.

And that is the complete opposite of whatever is happening in Sc's life. As he got his promotion after promotion, the loads he was handling, although it's getting more valuable, he's no longer doing fieldwork, thus freeing himself after doing all the paperwork. He can even work from home if there are no important meetings with clients or monthly evaluations.

Staying at home, waiting for Ji, having short talks, and cooking for his husband have been the dailies for Sc. Since there were no major productions and his label is handling new pop-up artists, he has given most work to his crew so aside from important meetings, he was mostly at home.

It was happy... but it was different. It's like putting two familiar people inside a room with no idea of what's going on with each other's life but there's this certain obligation that they have to talk. SC is trying to work it out which is why he's doing most of the talking.

You can say it somehow is working out but the familiarity is just familiarity and still lacks the right tone.

Weeks passed and Sc woke up alone once again in bed. There's a text on his phone, and maybe it was due to the regular short talks, Ji notified him about the new big artist that will be under their label.

You know that feeling when you want to be jealous of someone and although you have the right to do so, you can't because they're not doing anything wrong since it's all part of the job? That's how it is for Sc.

It's back to the past when Ji would have no time to come back home. The only time he'd know whatever is happening to his husband would be when his Twitter notified him that user SyKwon has posted.

It would be about his tiger agenda but most of the time it'd be about how Ji would tolerate this agenda of his.

Sy would post having dinner with the Production Director Woozi.

Sy would post Prod. Dir. Woozi editing through the night and Sy would be there at the back drinking coffee and prepping snacks for Prod. Dir. Woozi.

Sy would post a tired sleeping Prod. Dir. Woozi and encourage his husband in his post.

Sy would post the two of them having fun during productions like him messing up on purpose to get Prod. Dir. Woozi to smile.

Another notification came in, Sy posted: Thanks Ji for making the beats to prove to everyone I'm a tiger and not a hamster. Everyone, here's a short funny rap. #justforfun #Horanghae

Woozi replied: Np Soons. If you're happy with it. :)

Sc was mad? But not ragingly mad - yet he's still mad. Like where's the Prod. Dir. Woozi? Why is it just "Ji"? Are they that familiar with each other? How long did they two stay with each other just to be this close?

Today, he decided to bring lunch for Ji. He usually does but oftentimes he had it delivered to the universe factory- Ji's office instead of him bringing it personally.

It was an hour before lunch and when he came, he saw Ji in his office reading some official documents.

"You're secretary told me to just come in since you're not doing anything important aside from reading," Sc said after he knocked on the clear glass door.

"Oh. You're here. You should have texted me at least. Please get yourself seated on the couch" Ji said as he stood to come to the lounge of his office.

"Why did you bring lunch personally? You should have it delivered next time. I know you're busy too." Ji told him as they were unpacking the lunch.

"Please stay for lunch. It's quite early and I think you haven't had one yet. Uhmm... Can you wait a bit? I'll be right back. I'll just call someone." Sc nodded his head as Ji stood up and took his phone from the work desk to call someone.

"Hello. Come here to my office and let's have lunch." Sc heard. The call was brief and Ji went back to the lounge area. a minute or two after the glass door opened loudly.

"Ujiiiii, I'm here! Where's lunch?" Sy excitedly said as he scram to sit next to Ji. Maybe it's a habit or something Sy has been used to that there were only the two of them in the office so he hasn't noticed the third pair of eyes that was shocked at the sudden barging of this familiar unfamiliar person.

"Soons, I've been telling you to slowly open the door. It'll be dangerous if your actions cause the hinges to loosen and by the way, you two haven't met yet." Ji said calmly as he reprimands Sy.

That's also when Sy sat properly as he found out there was another person in the room.

"So Soons, this is my Husband. Seungcheol. and Hon, this is our number 1 artist on the label, Soonyoung. " Ji introduces the two.

"Hi! I'm Soonyoung. It's nice to meet you." Sy raised his hand for a handshake. It took a few seconds for Sc to respond because first, this man is seated next to his husband when there's another open seat. Second, Uji? That's a new one. Third, it's been a long time since his husband has called him Hon. It's always "you" or none at all.

"Oh. Hi. I'm Seungcheol. Jihoon's husband."

The lunch went well. Sc learned that Sy is fun to be with. Sy is the talkative type. Someone who loves to be babied by everyone. he's gotten close to Sc to the point that Sc felt his jealousy is totally unwarranted since the man is just being himself. They ended the lunch with a picture. Sy asked him if it was okay to post and he said yes. Sc finally said goodbye and left. A few minutes later, he received a notification coming from Sy and his twt account was tagged.

Sy posted: "Delicious lunch made by Prod. Dir. Woozi's husband, @scheol.

Their photo was posted below it. That jealousy was really unwarranted.

Soon after, there was an interview for Ji. Under one segment of it, his marriage life was talked about. Ji played it out as a successful marriage despite their busy schedules. He was then asked to leave out a message for Sc.

" Hon, I met you when we were younger and we're still together now. Please don't you ever forget that you're the love of my life."

Many questions were asked. The interview went long. Yet all Sc knew as he read between the lines, was that their marriage was just 5 sentences long in a 3-pages interview in the magazine. It was long-winded about how Ji's success and there was a part where he thanked Sy for being part of their label and how he's an important chess piece in his success.

That night after reading the interview, he wanted to ask for a date at least to reaffirm to himself that Ji still feels the same way.

As he stared at the man's face, he didn't realize the man was still awake and blurted out how he wanted a date but expectedly he got instant rejection.

As he pressed his back on the bed, it made him think of the message left for him by Ji.

I'm the love of his life but am I really the love of his life? You're the love of my life. You are the love of my life - the truth is I am no longer hurt by your rejections. All I got are questions. Where do I begin? Is it from the time I noticed you're no longer home? Is it from the time I no longer remember the last time you called me Hon? Or was it when I met Soonyoung? He was an amazing man. Even I cannot deny it. Soonyoung might have not noticed it but I do. How you look at him with affection. How you treated him the way you did with me when you were still in lo- you were. Oh...

I've learned in my years of studying that "you're" is a contraction of "you" and "are" but, although perceived as grammatically incorrect, "you're" could probably also mean "you were" and although I've learned just learned to understand you, it still pains me to think that when you said the sentence "you're the love of my life", it could also mean "you were the love of my life".

Sc faced the back of the man he loves but no longer has any expectations with.

I'll stay for as long as I'm needed though tell me when I no longer serve my purpose. I hope you do before the wick turned to ashes.

#fanfiction #slow burn #seventeen #kwon soonyoung #lee jihoon #choi seungcheol #svt fic #svt angst

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guzsdaily · 6 months

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Resting and preparing

Day 20 - Nov 25th, 12.023

Today I have to admit that I want to rest, I know that making templates is not hard work, but yesterday after finishing the daily journal I was exhausted. Next week, or more correctly, tomorrow, I will start using the workflow more and work on a new project hopefully, I am kinda eager to do some actual programming work because it has been weeks that I don't do something.

This will be a small project, but it will be different because I plan to work with another person that I met here on Tumblr (shout out to @sophia-codes, hope that you like working together and on the Lored organization!), so it will be interesting, and I hope both of us can learn something new.

Nonetheless, even being tired of it, I still made some things on my setup, mostly just putting recurring tasks for things like gym and reading, things that I don't do daily, but are some sort of routine still. I also migrated all my past projects to the new template, so they work now with the periodic notes and the monthly/weekly system, and hopefully I will also put all my other projects ideas on it somewhat soon, I need to remember myself that now it isn't just the apps and programming ideas, but everything I want to work in my life (so for example, doing this Obsidian setup will now be under the "My Productivity" project). I didn't burn myself with today's work, because I could watch videos and things like that doing them, without needing to focus that much and put that much energy today.

Furthermore, I have to admit that there's still a lot of work and things I need to make, tasks to list and organize, I still need to find a simple theme for this end of the year, but now I can do it in small steps and use the system to guide myself.

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Today's artists & creative things

Song: Serenata Existencialista - by O Grilo This was a song recommended by my girlfriend some time ago, and I have to admit that I didn't listen to it and the artist a lot to have a lot of opinions and reasons for why to recommend here, but the song is good. It somewhat remembered us a little of Scatolove, actually YouTube recommended it because of Scatolove, so there's another reason to listen to it.

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#daily journal #i'm tired

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sorry-imma-scorpio · 1 year

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4.16.23

Edit: why are only p0rm bots following me??

“So... my experience with March of 2023 was interesting.” I say, halfway through April.

I got rejected from 8 of 13 colleges I applied to, including my dream school. That hurt quite a bit. I’ve also abandoned most of my socials outside of just talking to people, lost snap streaks with loads of people now it’s mainly my roommate, girlfriend, and a few others that I frequently freak out to.

Everything is so confusing. I’ve committed to a University, applied for housing, paid for everything--only to realize what I want to do is not offered at that school. In all reality I need to get off my ass and email the admissions counselor about how to either build that major or find something close to it.

Hozier’s new music? Love it, honestly. If I were to ever marry a man it would be him 100%.

Most of my friends have left me at this point. Or ghosted. That’s very reminiscent of the last time I used Tumblr (middle school (ew)). I don’t think Tumblr is the problem, as none of the groups in question know of my use of it, then or now. I think it’s me. I wish I was going to college out of state but it’s just so expensive even with aid.

I’ve read a lot recently, a lot more than I have in the recent past. I’ve read “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”, “Radio Silence”, and now I’m back onto “Blade Breaker” by Victoria Aveyard. I read “Realm Breaker” first semester, but took a turn around to read OFOTCN for my English teacher, and Radio Silence for my girlfriend, it’s her all time favorite book. And I have to agree, Alice Oseman is am amazing artist and author and I look up to her in a lot of ways.

I pre-ordered the hard copy of “Solitaire” and I will definitely sob while reading it physically for the first time in my life. I’ve listened to the podcast of it on Spotify so many times. (Currently listening to it as I write this, as a matter of fact!!)

I think I owe Alice my life, to be honest. Tori Spring is such a relatable character in so many special ways to me. Heartstopper saved my life when I first started reading it. I now own the four available copies of Heartstopper as well as Loveless. If Alice has 100k fans I’m one of them. Same with 100, and 10, and 1. If she has no fans? I’m dead.

--- I made a note on my phone about the end of March, time-wise:

here's a life update:

everything has just been super confusing and unknown for me and we all know how well i do when i have no idea what's going on

i've gotten only rejections from colleges this month-- insert schools here

i didn't really want to go to any of them but one, but transferring to a different school is always a possibility. i find out about school tomorrow, see which part of the note i'm adding that to (accepted or rejected list)

idk i'm just really confused

hoziers new music is really good but his tour sold out so can't go to that, the eras tour has started and the clips i've seen on tiktok are spectacular

idk

if you're still reading this hi

i'm really tired

It is still accurate. I read it with the intention of posting it on here or instagram but I... didn’t. Should I start an instagram for this account? I mean why not, no one follows me on here anyways. It could be fun.

But that is all for me for probably the next month, I don’t know. Only time will tell.

Thank you for reading this, have a blessed day!

You are loved,

Scorpio

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heyitssashag · 1 year

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Anyone else sick of injections, blood draws, infusions, scans, flushes, appointments, creams, ointments and pills, pills, and more pills? Anyone? Is it just me? 😂

Today, I had to head down to the Cancer Agency so I could get a flat head screwdriver rammed into my gut. Okay, the needle isn’t quite that big but it’s close. Luckily, I only have to do it every 3 months. Zoladex is the injection that shuts down my ovaries so it helps to not fuel my estrogen positive cancer. It’s put me into chemical menopause. Good times. 😒 I also got my port flushed so that’s out of the way.

I had to take a bus down there which felt like it took 12 lifetimes. But hey, I was given the gift of time. Got more of my book read. Gotta be positive, right? Pfftt. Fuck being positive. Sometimes, I just have to say that. I’m tired of always saying, “Oh, I’m so grateful for blah blah blah… Fuck it. I’m tired and I feel like a giant shit burger.” Whatever that means. 💩 🍔 Alright, that’s my rant. I’ll stop now. One thing I am truly grateful for today is that my parents picked me up afterwards. ☺️ Gotta remind myself that despite all the crap I have to deal with, I do have really supportive parents that are there for me. A gift that not everyone has. So, I’m pretty lucky when it comes to that.

Anyway, I had an interesting conversation with the nurse. She said, “We are referring our patients out into the community to have their injections done. You’d still pick up your medication here at the pharmacy but then you’d go to the clinic to have it administered. I’d like to put you on that list.”

Me: “I’d like you to not put me on that list.”

Nurse: 😳

Me: “It’s a massive pain in the ass. I don’t drive. I live far. I’m in pain and have a broken neck. (Yes, I’m using that excuse forever.) When I come here, I also get my port flushed so then that’s another appointment. Then, I have to arrange for people to get me or I have to take a bus. For me to travel all over town so I can get this shitty injection sucks and is exhausting. So, no. Please don’t put me on that list.”

Nurse: “Okay. I’ll make a note that you have transportation issues.”

Me: “Write whatever you need to.” 😂

Sarcasm aside, she was actually a super nice nurse and I very much appreciated her hearing me out. Some don’t and I wouldn’t even had a say in the matter so I’m grateful she listened. The funny thing is that even a year ago, I would have just said, “okay” and reluctantly agreed to this terrible arrangement because I figured I wouldn’t have had a choice. So when it comes to being assertive, I’m getting there. I need as much help as I can get to make my treatment easier, not harder. The strange thing is that I’ve advocated for myself for years when it came to my mental health stuff. I’ve advocated for many others as well. I’ve also advocated for my daughter and her autism-related needs. So, sometimes, I don’t know if I’m just burnt-out and forget how to speak up.

Aside from the crappy cancer stuff, it was otherwise a nice day. I had a good walk. I went to my favourite bookstore downtown. Then went to Murchie’s for lunch. Yes, I did pick up a couple of books. If I ever walk out of a bookstore and not buy a book, you probably need to check my temperature because I’d be sick. lol. Which books did I get? Glad you asked!

I’ve had a million people refer me to the Artist’s Way so I finally got the book. I think it came out over 30 years ago so I’m a little slow on taking suggestions. The other book, The Way Out, was just sitting there staring at me when I walked into the store. It talks about healing chronic pain. Hopefully, it’s not full of information I already know. If there’s a subject I know a lot about, it’s chronic pain.

So that is my day. It’s barely 6pm and I already have my pj’s on with a heating pad around my neck while having my cuppa tea. I made Ella an early dinner. Tomorrow, there’s nothing on the agenda. Even our only local coffee shop is closed until next week so I can’t go there. At least I won’t have any distractions and I can start organizing my “to-do” list, again. It’s a mess and needs to be updated.

#Zoladex #metastatic breast cancer #stageivbreastcancer #wellness #breast cancer #advocacy #reading #blogging #booksbooksbooks #to do list

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mediocracy-at-best · 2 years

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hey i’m back because i’ve realized over the past couple months without this app i have nowhere to organize my thoughts & feel actually relieved about it so here i am.

i’m pissed off right now. i’m pissed that my career with makeup was supposed to take off in the summer with weddings but everyone is fucking canceling and nobody is answering me on thumbtack and all my clients i DO get are one person gigs or i have to travel all the way to fucking nyc or an hour in the car for it. i’m pissed right now because i’ve been talking to this girl all day and she literally bought the lashes i told her to buy for this fucking look & i was supposed to do her makeup in moorestown tomorrow at 3 before the sound of music preview and last minute she all the sudden says she can’t book me after talking to me all positively all fucking day.

2 of my fucking weddings have been canceled which means i’m losing hundreds of dollars i was supposed to make & have declined other opportunities on those dates. people hate answering their phones & waste my fucking leads on thumbtack with bullshit they aren’t even sure about, and i’m just fucking tired.

you have no idea how much i wish i could do this stable. or how much i wish i could be making money doing theatre. i fucking hate sitting around. i hate having nothing to wake up for and i hate not having a reason to get dressed. you know what else i hate? i hate having 14 dollars in my bank account because people can’t do their part (which is the easy part!! you literally get pampered!!!) i hate people making backhanded comments implying i’m not hardworking or implying i’m lazy. i hate that i’m gonna have to get a retail job (which i feel like i’ll crawl out of my skin) because what was supposed to work isnt fucking working. i hate that i peaked when i first started with my clientele. i hate it all. i really fucking do.

omg guys a fun little list!! jobs i was booked for that have gotten canceled in the past couple weeks! :D

- wedding for mel (300+ dollars) reason: lots of deaths in family lately (understandable of course, no anger there).

-wedding for sophia (200+ dollars) reason: they got covid, obviously understandable

-client in moorestown (80+ dollars) reason: no fucking idea, annoyed

-day 1 of short film shooting (80+ dollars) reason: couldn’t have anymore than 10 people in the filming location. wtf.

my prices aren’t even high. they’re literally fucking low. most makeup artists charge between 100-125 per face. i literally charge 70 + a small travel fee. why can’t i be successful. i’m not an idiot, i know my work is good. i know the content i put out is good & i know i’m kind and professional. why is it not good enough, why is it never good enough???

i know realistically it’s not my path, but sometimes i wonder if it would’ve just been easier in the long run if i went to college. even just community college. had some dumb degree in some stupid fucking field and got some stupid stable job i’d hate… but at least i’d have money and friends that i didn’t meet in high school. at least maybe i’d have a reason to wake up in the morning. maybe people wouldn’t passive aggressively call me lazy.

i don’t know how i’m going to figure out money in the future in general, i don’t know how to do anything because i was too depressed in high school because of fucking covid ruining everything to give a shit enough to learn about it.

not to mention some other problems.. summer emetophobia is spiking again, i’ve totally lost my oral hygiene to depression, i feel like everything in my life (my car, my room, my stationery, my makeup, my planner/job, etc), is unorganized… i have this weird feeling that my partner doesn’t love me like he used to (doubt that’s true, just an intrusive thought), i can’t step foot into his house because his mom screamed at me, and i’m kinda anxious about something stupid having to do with my 3 beagles. i just feel so overwhelmed & powerless right now. i hate falling asleep anxious, waking up alone in the morning, and trying to find hobbies/productive things to do until everyone gets home from their fucking lives.. since i don’t have one.

i’m sorry for this negative ass post, i doubt (and hope) nobody will see it anyways but basically i just fucking hate my life right now & wish i had more routine. but i don’t want to create my own routine. i want things to fall into place like they were fucking supposed to.

i want a life. but having one seems so overwhelming. but not having one is the most depressing underwhelming thing in the fucking universe.

hoping for better days.

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forgetthetimetravel · 2 years

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Show us some of your favourite ocs!

beloved anon

thank u

so this will be a mixture of commissioned art and my old art cause I have been making characters since always, and some I still hold dear. Exhibit A:

Lenora.

She was a kid OC for a Nightmare Before Christmas fic I started in Jr. High. it's over 100k and I love her so much that I've stalled out on continuing it multiple times almost solely bc I don't want to hurt her more xD'. She is THE cinnamon roll; she frightens easily, but she also trusts easily. She wants to believe in a better world and that people can be kind, despite lots of bullying and manipulation in her life. She accumulates wounds and friends alike, and she is just such a bean, I love her and am putting her into some original AUs with friends now to give her a happier existence~♡ She loves pastels, painting with watercolors, and soft cozy things. Ace ace baby, but biromantic.

Almyra

Aly is a snarky almost middle aged dragon from an original story that involves a boy with extreme anxiety and a stutter finding her injured in the woods, and they come to learn that maybe dragons and humans could live in peace. She is SUCH a snark butt though, she regularly playfully threatens him and he can't ever tell if she is joking. I am very amused, but also she needs to learn to be more sensitive to others; he has had multiple panic attacks as a direct result of her (and several indirect). She does learn about the consequences of her actions though, and I'm working on her arc still.

Priyani

I just did this doodle cause she didn't have anything and she DESERVES IT. Another cinnamon roll, the younger sister of a main character OC. Heavily lesbian-leaning pansexual. She worries about her older sister who finally moved out, but now she has to deal with their overbearing mother and 2 younger brothers at home still. She is so soft y'all. Romantic til the sunset bleeds out into the ocean.

Combert

[Can't find the stupid pic maybe I'll edit later]

This curmudgeon has grown on me. Originally created as a random fill-in side antagonist for a role play with some friends years back, he has developed into his own. Paranoid, bitter, and ready to jump to conclusions, he is great at moving a story along haha. He's basically a police officer. And he does actually just want to protect people, but his way of doing it is trying to nullify all threats asap and aggressively, as HE views a threat. Has a knack for finding actual threats buried under layers of distractions. He has very few friends (actually none for a long time) because he will also whistleblow in his own ranks, and has all the paperwork to make sure it gets dealt with. I think he doesn't get fired mostly because of his family's influence, and they do not want him back at home either. Very competent, absolutely nobody likes him for it. He doesnt notice. He is a hot mess when he actually manages to accidentally get into positive social interactions, or any tbh lol. He gets shoved into an arranged marriage but she is very chill and slowly helps him figure out how to Human sometimes.

Shida/Nashida

Priyani's older sister and a main character in a romance series of AUs I write with a friend, she is A Lot. Talented Bisexual Disaster, she loves dancing (ballet, jazz, pole, etc.), is tight with her large family despite being at odds with some of of quite intensely, she has an eating disorder, feels things intensely and reacts verbally, and holds grudges. She cares Deeply and just wants to find a stable place in life that she can jump off cliffs from but come back to at the end of the day. Very cuddly.

Vixen/Autumn

The Vixen is a magical fox from an original story I'm writing with some friends. She was experimented on by magicians as a kit, and turned it to her favor, escaped, and is now the magical herald of the royal family and essential mascot for the country. Due to a war and a coup, though, she ended up hibernating for a few decades with one of the princesses. She is a glutton for chaos, especially for humans, and her favorite and main magic to use is fire. She can speak physically and telepathically, and her mate is Vapor, an arctic fox the magicians also experimented on. Their kits are a wide array of chaotic adorable. :) Kits referenced most frequently are Emberglow, Keenlight, Ransom, and Brightsight. Vixen's rival is a telepathic snow leopard who has taken to guarding the royal family just north in another country that had a nasty war with her own.

Thank you for the question!! I appreciate you and I hope you enjoyed seeing a few of my favs~♡

#feel free to ask more #about any of them #or others #lol #holy crap an ask #anon #ocs #my ocs #i will list the artists tomorrow i am tired #my characters

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queenshelby · 3 years

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My Friend’s Father (Part Five)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Mild Sexual References

Words: 1,848

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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YOUR POV

Two weeks had passed since you visited your friend Denise in Dublin and it was time for the annual Galway Arts Festival.

Denise had been working on a photography project for the past year and had been nominated for a student award in Galway as part of which ten of her photographs were being displayed during the Arts Festival.

Whilst, as you had expected, Cillian didn’t contact you, you knew that he would be there to support his daughter. Being an artist himself, he was very proud of her and her work and he supported her projects not only mentally but also financially with the caveat that she would finish her degree at Trinity College.

Unlike him, he didn’t want her to drop out of university even though she hated it and you certainly understood his reasoning.

Contrary to Denise, you had no creative bone in your body. You enjoyed art and theatre, but weren’t an artist or performer yourself. Instead, you were an A Grade Law Student who had become rather bored in Galway and had recently applied for a scholarship to Oxford University.

Reading was your passion and you had always been known as a geek. In school, you were the girl that no one liked, nerdy, not interested in fashion or social media and wearing braces, which, luckily, had been removed three years ago.

You were shy and it was only for Denise that you came out of your shell. She was popular in school, mostly due to her name, but also because she was generally confident and, over the years, she helped you gain confidence especially after you had left high school.

But, today, you knew you would be questioning your gained confidence once again since, first of all, you would be seeing Cillian again and the truth was that you couldn’t stop thinking about him in an intimate way and, secondly, you were featured completely naked on some of Denise’s photographs.

Whilst the photographs were artistic and not sexual in any way and your most intimate part wasn’t visible on them, it bothered you knowing that people you disliked would see you so vulnerable and you couldn’t remember why you had agreed to being photographed like that.

The other woman who Denise chose to photograph was Amalie. She was 23 and had been Denise’s friend for a while as well but, unlike you, she began modelling professionally when she was just 16. You all went to the same private school together and, clearly, her lifestyle had been largely financed by her parents. She always wore expensive clothes and had no interest in pursuing a career other than modelling, which barely sustained her lifestyle considering the few small jobs she got.

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Just as you served your last cup of coffee to an elderly lady sitting in the corner of the café you were working at, you saw Denise, Amalie and two other friends of Denise walk in.

‘Hey guys, take a seat. I will be right with you. I am just about to finish my shift’ you said as you hung up your apron.

‘Please tell me you will get changed before the Gallery opening tonight?’ Amalie asked somewhat weirdly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you sat down at the table with her, Denise and the others before ordering some coffees for yourselves.

‘No, I thought I would go like this’ you said sarcastically, looking down at your coffee-stained clothes.

‘I bought a dress for tonight’ you then said, after Amalie didn’t seem to sense your sarcasm.

‘Right’ she then said as she flicked through Instagram and you simply looked at Denise who shrug her shoulders.

‘What are you looking for?’ you asked curiously as her eyes seemed to be glued to her phone.

‘She is looking to find more photos of my dad and Laura Jennings’ Denise said, rolling her eyes.

‘Laura Jennings, as in the actress?’ you asked, causing Amalie to nod.

‘Yes, apparently they have been dating’ Amalie then confirmed, causing you to swallow harshly. You knew that you shouldn’t care but you couldn’t help it. Knowing that Cillian was seeing someone made you feel ill.

‘And you care about that why?’ you then asked Amalie after an uncomfortable shiver ran down your spine.

‘Apparently, just like you, Amalie thinks my dad is a DILF’ Denise huffed out before telling you how disgusting you all were.

‘Well, he is though…he is super hot’ Amalie then joked before carrying on. ‘And I don’t understand how you don’t know about Laura Jennings and whether this is true or not. You need to find out’ Amalie then said but Denise simply shook her head.

‘My father doesn’t share this sort of stuff with me and I certainly don’t want to know about his sex life, thank you very much. In so far as I am concerned, he doesn’t have sex, ever…yuck! Also, I would appreciate if you could not talk about my dad anymore, please. It grosses me out’ Denise said and you knew that, all of this had become a common occurrence ever since the day the first episode of Peaky Blinders aired on BBC, a show which Denise refuses to watch herself because of the heavy sexual content and a show which you, only a week ago, had begun to binge watch.

Cillian’s POV

When Cillian walked into the basement after you had left, he immediately saw the small folded up note you had left him but, reading it, made him somewhat uncomfortable.

He was torn about what to do with it and certainly knew that he should ignore it. He couldn’t see you again even if he wanted to.

The fact that you were 23 years younger than him and that you were his daughter’s best friend made it all wrong and highly inappropriate and he didn’t know what had gotten into him in the first place when he gave into you.

He had never felt attracted towards you in any sort of way until that last visit which was the first time had seen you since you and your family had moved away.

You changed in many ways and he wasn’t sure what it was that he liked about you. But what he knew was that it was more than just sexual attraction, which was usually something he knew how to supress.

With that in mind, he placed your note into his wallet and decided to ignore it for now. But he couldn’t quite bring himself to throw it out.

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With his bags packed it was time for him to return to Manchester and resume filming of the final season of Peaky Blinders.

The first week of filming went well and Cillian decided to spend the weekend with his friend, fellow actress Laura Jennings. Cillian and her had developed a friend with benefits sort of relationship. No strings attached and no feelings involved. After his divorce from Denise’s mother, he wasn’t ready for anything else and Laura would certainly not have been the type of woman he would have wanted a relationship with in the first place.

Unlike him, she wasn’t press shy and, whilst they kept their arrangement a secret as best as they could, she was otherwise quite active on social media.

Cillian, on the other hand, only maintained a private Instagram account with the sole purpose of being able to check on his children. Whilst they were adults, he was still worried about them, especially Denise who had recently gotten herself in a lot of trouble after distancing herself from this Jeremy boy.

***

‘Another wine?’ Laura asked as Cillian was relaxing on top of the doonas, wearing nothing but his black Calvin Klein briefs, after they had spent the last hour doing exactly what friends with benefits would do after not having seen each other for over two weeks due to busy filming schedules.

‘Yes please…thanks’ he responded as he reached for his phone after a notification had popped up.

It was his daughter Denise who had posted on Instagram and, since she hadn’t posted for a while, he decided to check it out, hoping that she wasn’t with Jeremy again.

To his surprise, three new pictures of Denise and her friends showed up when he opened the APP and, one of them, there was you.

In the picture, you were wearing accompanied by a man in his late twenties, wearing a suit while you were wearing a dark blue dress and he couldn’t help but wonder who the man by your side was.

You looked simply stunning, with your hair long and open and your shoulders exposed. You were wearing only a little bit of make up and showed your beautiful smile.

‘There you go Mr Murphy’ Laura then said as she returned to the bedroom with another glass of wine, pulling Cillian’s phone out of his hand and climbing on top of him.

‘Round Two?’ she then asked eagerly as she reached for another condom, but Cillian’s thoughts were elsewhere entirely.

‘Maybe tomorrow, I am tired. It has been a long week, sorry’ he explained, causing Laura to pout with disappointment.

But the second round never eventuated as Cillian left Laura’s house the following morning to drive back to Manchester to resume filming.

On his way back to Manchester, he called his daughter Denise to check on her and while he did, he enquired about your companion on the Instagram posts.

‘Why do you want to know?’ Denise asked somewhat confused but Cillian played it cool.

‘He looks familiar, that’s all. Didn’t he go to your school?’ he then asked, playing dumb.

‘Oh god no, he is 29. His name is Connor and he is an accountant. Y/N wouldn’t date anyone our age. You know she isn’t a normal 21-year-old’ Denise joked, referring to your nerdiness and intellect.

‘Apparently not’ Cillian chuckled before asking another question about the stranger on the picture. ‘So, they are dating?’ he asked.

‘I think they went on two or three dates or something. Why do you care?’ Denise asked.

‘No reason. I was just wondering’ Cillian confirmed before changing the topic.

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that-was-anticlimactic · 3 years

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sk8 headcanons because i am Bored

autistic langa likes frozen fruit a lot—strawberries are his favorite—because he likes the cool texture

reki has lip freckles that really stand out after he’s been in the sun a lot ! there’s like four or five of them :)

just thinking about “all those friday nights / under the lights / under the bleachers together / you and i were meant to be something more than a faded memory / till you and i / something divided us” but matchablossom,,,

“but i’ve already lost it once / what i already won / i’ve lost too much now to care / but i know that something’s still there” ,,, matchablossom,,, ahhhhh

miya and shadow being besties,,, shadow being miya’s parental figure and miya being his adopted nb child,,,

shadow being the first person miya comes out as nonbinary to,,,

adam going to jail,,,

reki having a stuffed animal collection and letting miya name some and then realizing that miya never had a stuffed animal growing up so reki gives miya one of his older ones that he loved as a child and then buys them a new one too… and miya asks reki to name it for them because sentiments,,,

after seeing the girl he had a crush on kiss someone else, shadow takes out his feelings on the only thing he knows how to—skating at s but he’s not in a good mind and he feels sick because he thought he thought he thought he had a chance and he doesn’t pay close enough attention and gets hurt and miya calls him an idiot and patches him up and shadow feels like a kid again but it’s kind of nice to have someone else actually help with his wounds instead of just attempting to wash them and then cover them with makeup by himself,,,

joe and shadow bonding over hating the feeling of loneliness so they make up for it the only way they know how which is being loud and being extra because they don’t feel as lonely if they’re loud

reki, miya, and cherry = adhd club

cherry and reki drawing together… and reki teaching cherry how to be more loose and carefree when he draws and cherry teaching reki how to add more structure to his art,,,

langa stealing and wearing reki’s headbands,,,

langa with glasses

reki’s sisters doing cherry and joe’s hair,,, or even reki, langa, and miya doing their hair and shadow just watches and takes pictures and reki puts cherry’s hair in fishtails because he had practice with his sisters and cherry secretly likes it (and so does joe) and miya and langa just. completely messing up joe’s hair and putting hair clips in it and langa attempts a ponytail kind of like how cherry does his hair at s (and no cherry did Not find it very attractive shut up)

shadow being a scrapbooker and having like ten scrapbooks from his life,,,

shadow not being as good of an artist as cherry or reki but he does it because he enjoys it and when cherry and reki find out they invite him to draw with them

the crew / sk8 fam all going to shadow’s house and doing a couple scrapbook pages together and it’s a mess but it’s them and it’s one of shadow’s favorite pages because he’s never scrapbooked with anyone before

langa is just naturally beautiful and photogenic so the art squad always asks him to model for them if they want to draw people

joe has depression because i want him to

and shadow has anxiety

because i do Not want any of them to be neurotypical

yeah so joe has depression, shadow has anxiety, cherry has add and anxiety, miya had adhd and separation anxiety, langa is autistic, reki has tourette’s and adhd and depression ✌🏻

when miya gets old enough, shadow gets them a part time job at the flower shop

miya likes a lot of pillows

langa sleeps with no pillows (unless reki is partially his pillow)

thinking about after reki’s second beef with adam,,, joe after he tells adam off and they’re away from the crowd, he passes out because let’s be real—there is absolutely no way he didn’t get injured and the worse one is probably a broken nose and a huge gash at the back of his head with like skin peeling and stuff like need stitches so the gang all goes to cherry’s and they help patch reki up

somewhere in that time the love hotel gets brought up and by extension getting hit by the car and getting beat up and joe and shadow are on the verge of slamming their heads against the wall at reki’s nonchalantness

and reki’s p injured so he’s laying in the couch with his head resting in langa’s lap,,,

joe tells everyone embarrassing cherry stories from school like all the time (but joe was a foolish child so cherry gets revenge)

miya likes crime documentaries

joe unironically watched supernatural and that’s part of the reason why he and cherry broke up

(maybe joe just thought dean was attractive—sue him!)

lol wait what if cherry sued adam to pay for reki’s medical bills since they inevitably had to take him to the hospital

cherry constantly tells joe that he will sue him

joe may unironically watched spn, but cherry unironically watched glee

langa wrote destiel fanfiction once upon a time

langa wrote cas bakes dean a pie--

miya is carla’s favorite (after cherry)

cherry and langa with weighted blankets also

sometimes reki steals langa’s but only if he stays the night or langa brings it over and usually if he “steals” it, it’s them sharing it or reki needs the comfort of the weight if he’s not having a good time mentally lol

joe with depression,,, i just think about that a lot sometimes,,, sometimes cooking feels meaningless and, like langa, he only feels something when he skates but it’s only this temporary feeling of joy and life,,,

and shadow with anxiety,,, over-compensating his anxiety by being shadow at night and being over the top and sometimes mean because internalized ableism,,, and if he pretends he doesn’t have anxiety then maybe he won’t feel it late at night or when everything seems to go wrong during a shift at work and he keeps dropping flowers because his hands are shaking and girls don’t like guys with anxiety, right ??? so shadow thinks that he CAN’T have anxiety :/// poor dude

miya with separation anxiety pushing people away before they get attached because if they push them away before they become friends, then they wouldn’t be able to leave them,,,

langa always bouncing his foot in class and all the time because it’s his main form of stimming (look at that boy and try to tell me he doesn’t bounce his legs like there’s no tomorrow i dare you) and sometimes it makes his legs sore and cherry and joe once recommended using a heating pad if it got really sore and langa does sometimes and it makes him happy

reki with ts having anxiety when he has to speak in front of the class / do presentations because he’s hyper-aware of his tics,,, so he always meets langa’s eyes and watches langa the whole time and langa sometimes mimes taking deep breaths which really helps but honestly just seeing langa makes reki feel like he can do anything (because he would do anything for langa)

cherry doodling to stim as a child and always getting in trouble for it because teachers used to like get pissed when students doodled (or maybe they still do and it’s just always been pissy teachers and not specifically teachers when our parents were kids) and eventually cherry got fed up with getting points docked for doodling so he started writing lists and stuff and been realized he had impeccable handwriting (also joe let cherry doodle on his hand during classes they had together so cherry wouldn’t get in trouble)

cherry once had a dream that he was rachel berry and joe was finn uhh *insert last name here* from glee and joe had a beautiful voice when they sang duets in his dream so he managed to convince joe to sing in reality and turns out joe cannot sing and cherry’s glee dreams were never the same (look i am tired lol)

joe likes being the strong one in the group and he enjoys being able to mess around / show off by just casually picking people up (he also does it as an expression of love because they’re basically hugs depending on how he holds you) and one day cherry is like… done with it ??? and just strolls up to joe and just throws him over his shoulder or something and joe combusts because he did Not know cherry can do that and no his face isn’t red shut up he doesn’t find this attractive what’re you talking about

miya wants a sword and keeps trying to convince everyone to get them one for their birthday but no one will agree because ‘they’ll hurt themselves and everyone else it does not matter that all your favorite characters have swords that does not mean You should have one’

langa is the kind of person that puts peanut butter on a cheeseburger

reki’s love language is a mix of gift giving and acts of service, but he tends to lean more towards giving gifts. his receiving love language is words of affirmation but he does Not know that yet (langa does—hence his constant “you’re amazing, reki”—and eventually so does the rest of their gang lol)

shadow likes theatre

miya has internet friends,,, so does cherry,,,

joe posts those affirmations on his story all the time

reki’s texts are sometime hard to read because a) his hands get injured a lot and b) tourette’s but langa (and soon the others) learn how to read reki texts

langa sleeps with a fan on for white noise

shadow was worried (and feeling a little left out but if he doesn’t acknowledge it, then that emotion is not real… that’s how that works, right???) since he was in the hospital when reki skated against adam the second time, so when they all went back to cherry’s to tend to reki’s numerous wounds and also celebrate friendship, miya kept shadow on a face time call the entire evening

langa has an android phone

reki is super comfortable with periods because he lives with five girls—he also usually has a couple of pads and tampons on him at all times because he’s the older sibling lol

langa wears socks with sandals,,, so does shadow,,,

shadow’s feet get cold easily so he wears fluffy socks a lot

cherry keeps his fingernails at the perfect length to dramatically tap them against the table (also to freak people out by doing that)

miya is Not a morning person

miya also likes having the windows to shadow’s car rolled up because their hair gets in their face otherwise but shadow likes them down so it’s this constant struggle

i still stand by cherry suing ad*m and using the money he won to pay for reki’s medical bills (… and shadow’s… and langa’s if he needs any)

i just feel like many people have reason to sue ad*m

ponytail langa rights

joe had really bad acne as a child and teen and cherry helped him feel less self-conscious about it and helped him embrace having acne and that’s one reason why he exposes so much skin as joe because it’s a reminder of personal growth <3

also joe has acne scars on his chin and cheeks

joe has cherry’s calligraphy all over his walls

ik i already said so in reki with ts headcanons but he doodles pictures for everyone in the sk8 fam and they all keep each and every one and shadow even puts them in his scrapbook

let langa punch adam 2k21

let reki punch adam 2k21

actually they All deserve to punch adam 2k21

miya’s favorite movie is coraline

langa can’t snap his fingers

joe and cherry always argue over whether even numbers or odd numbers are best

miya does esports

joe was in marching band and was in drumline

cherry stays up late to look at the stars and he had those plastic stars taped to his ceiling as a child

reki eats tomatoes like apples and it makes joe want to cry

okay if the atla & and the sk8 characters became internet friends… these are who i think they’d be internet friends with…

cherry: katara

joe: suki

langa: sokka

miya: aang

reki: zuko

shadow: toph

note: suki, joe, miya, and aang are all actually besties. aang is the kind of person that would usually annoy miya but they just can’t dislike aang no matter how much he may want to and they somehow find themselves attached

but suki and miya would also get along really well because I know they would and aang and joe would just have fun and like it’s what they deserve so they are interchangeable / all besties

also sk8 characters if they were benders...

cherry: fire or waterbender,,, cannot decide

joe: earthbender

langa: waterbender

miya: firebender

reki: resident nonbender

shadow: earthbender

#corey rambles:)#i have a lot of feelings #also i am really bored #no i totally didn't spend like a half hour going through texts with grace just to find all the sk8 headcanons i sent her wHAT #i should be doing homework but uhhh instead i am thinking about Them #it's fine everything is fine the day isn't over yet but it will be over soon keep it together twilight keep it together--#anyways this was brought to you by corey = bored #sk8 headcanons #kyan reki with tourette’s #kyan reki #hasegawa langa #higa hiromi #chinen miya #sakurayashiki kaoru #nanjo kojiro #sk8 langa #sk8 reki #sk8shadow #sk8 miya #sk8 cherry #sk8 joe #y'all idk what to do i might just write fanfiction #at least i'm bored in my apt and not in the er hahhahhahhhahahahha wednesday #maybe i'll make some tater tots #oh and i stand by the glee and spn one #i am not wrong #joe had a crush on dean winchester #anyways i'll stop talking to myself in the tags #lol #wait i will also die on scrapbooking shadow hill

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angellesword · 4 years

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (11)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, ANGST, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

SERIES: CHAPTER 10 | CHAPTER 12

"You don't have to pay me, Guk."

Jeongguk shook his head instantly. Yoongi was being absurd. How could he not pay his older friend?

"I know you have the money, but I can't just take ten thousand dollars from you, hyung." The younger boy pouted his lips.

Yoongi should know by now that Jeongguk hated owing people something.

Debt of gratitude sucked. It couldn't be paid. Ever. Jeongguk didn't want that. He hated sleeping at night thinking that someone out there could manipulate his feelings—this was how he perceived debt of gratitude: a manipulation. It was because he felt like he was bound please the person who helped him. It was as though he needed to act in accordance to the likes of said person.

"Fine." Yoongi shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care about any of this. "Pay me whenever you want,"

Jeongguk snorted as your voice echoed inside his head. If you were here, you would tell Yoongi that he couldn't just tell his debtor to pay him whenever he wanted. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Civil obligations like this one was only enforceable for ten years. If Jeongguk couldn't pay within the said period, the obligation would then become a natural one—something that would only be paid out of conscience.

Jeongguk shook his head. Why was he thinking about the stupid law? Why couldn't he stop imagining your pretty smile as you talked about certain provisions? Why was he hesitating to accept his hyung's money?

And most importantly, why didn't he want to leave you now?

Your soulmate loaned thousands of dollars from Yoongi just so he could pay the down payment for the apartment that he wanted buy. He promised himself that he would terminate the lease of contract with you after four months. He just couldn't live with you anymore.

You were supposed to be temporary in his life; however, with the way you were invading his mind even though you weren't around, Jeongguk realized that you were his constant.

You were the only person who could tolerate his bratty attitude. You were the only person who couldn't get mad at him. You were the only person who made him feel special and needy—Jeon Jeongguk needed your attention so much that he felt like had to run.

He didn't know when it started, especially because he believed he was not over Red yet.

Red.

Was Red the reason why Jeongguk wanted to leave you?

This was what you thought while clutching the paper on your chest.

It hurt, but as usual you had to pretend like you were okay.

"Your parents are back in their hotel," said by Jeongguk the moment he entered your apartment.

He was back from the thirty-minute drive.

Your parents were scheduled to fly to Jeju Island tomorrow morning.

"That's good." You discreetly wiped your tears away, trying so hard to make your tone sound enthusiastic.

Your back was facing him since you were afraid to let him see you crying.

You didn't want to pester Jeongguk regarding his plan to leave. You felt like he wouldn't appreciate the drama you would obviously bring.

Jeongguk didn't deserve drama—not when it was clear that he was exhausted. He took care of you these past weeks. The only thing you could do was to give him a damn break even if it meant sleepless night as questions like 'why am I not enough?' clouded your mind.

"Thanks, Jeongguk. Goodnight!" You hastily added, refusing to look at him as you made your way to your room.

"Wait," he stopped you like the way he did earlier today. This time, however, he stopped you by breaking your heart even more.

"C-Can I sleep in your room tonight?" Jeongguk swallowed the lump in his throat; his heart was beating so fast.

You flinched.

How dare he ask something so insensitive?

"Why?" Your lips trembled as you finally found the courage to look at him. It was a wrong move, though. You couldn't do it. You couldn't look at him without tears filling your eyes.

Looking at Jeon Jeongguk made you realize what you could never have: him.

You were grateful he's averting your gaze. Jeongguk couldn't meet your eyes as well. He was embarrassed and afraid. What if you rejected him? He didn't have any reason to cuddle with you tonight. Jimin was right. Your parents were the solution to help you get back on your feet. It was as though they had some kind of power. You didn't look like you needed your soulmate to make you feel better anymore.

You were back to your old self.

Sadly Jeongguk had no idea that you were just pretending. He didn't know that you were forced to be okay once again. He wasn't even aware that he was one of the reasons why you're acting like everything was fine.

"I just want to make sure you're alright," his voice was barely audible.

Jeon Jeongguk was a liar. The truth was you weren't the only one getting used to cuddling with each other. Jeongguk was also craving to embrace you—to listen to your controlled breathing and raging heartbeat.

"Really?" You suddenly huffed, causing Jeongguk to flick his gaze at you.

Your soulmate was a good liar, you were not.

There's a point where pain was too much to handle.

Jeongguk was staring at you with puzzled expression. His mouth went agape upon seeing the tears streaming down your face.

"You want to make sure I'm okay so you can finally leave?"

"What?" He furrowed his brow, clearly not understanding the words you just said. How could he focus on anything when all he could see was your tears?

Jeongguk wanted to wipe your stupid tears, but you weren't letting him.

You took three steps backwards when he tried to reach for your face.

Anger, frustration, and pain. All of these are visible in your eyes. Your thoughts were poisoning your mind—making you imagine what you thought Jeongguk felt.

"You...called my parents b'cause you're t-tired of me, right?" You slurred.

You wanted to run to your room since you knew you couldn't stop speaking your thoughts anymore. This wasn't right. You told yourself you weren't going to make this hard for your soulmate, so why couldn't he do the same thing for you?

Why was he cornering you? Why couldn't he just go away?

And why couldn't you stop the venom in your words?

"You don't want to deal with me anymore. You want to leave but you're guilty. You feel like you are responsible for my pain," this must be it. You kept thinking what triggered his sudden change of behavior. It couldn't be because he finally realized that he liked you too.

No. That couldn't be right. The only plausible explanation for this was because of the guilt he felt. He only started to act like he cared when you told him that he hurt you too.

"That's not true..." But Jeongguk was quick to dismiss the negative thoughts inside your head.

You inhaled deeply. Fresh tears stained your cheeks.

"What's the truth, then?" You picked up the paper that would prove his intention to leave.

It was too late to stop now. You were already acting pathetic in front of him.

"Why didn't you tell me you bought an apartment?" You continued to ask despite knowing the reason.

You didn't. You were imagining things. What you think was different from what Jeongguk felt. Admittedly, his eyes widened. He wasn't expecting you to confront him about this. Hell. You weren't even supposed to find out this way.

Jeongguk was planning to simply sign the contract to terminate your lease agreement with him, leave your apartment in the middle of the night and never come back.

Guess he couldn't do it now, huh?

"I-I," he trailed off instantly. How could he explain this to you when he himself didn't know why he wanted to leave?

Jeongguk wished it was easy to face his emotions. He identified them, but he still didn't know what to do—not even after spending weeks cuddling with you.

He needed to be alone, he needed to figure out what he felt and what this all meant to him on his own.

"Is it me, Gukkie?" You sobbed and your soulmate's heart clenched.

Your back was against the wall, Jeongguk was standing so close to you to the point that he could literally see the tears forming in your eyes.

It broke him more.

"Did I cross the line? Am I being too pushy? Annoying? Hard do deal with?"

Jeongguk could only bite his bottom lip.

You proceeded to list the things your former maids despised about you.

"Is Miri too much too handle? Am I picky with the food? Is it hard to wake me up in the morning?"

Jeongguk avoided your eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

You noticed that he couldn't speak. Why? Was it difficult to admit the truth?

"Or am I not buying you enough things?"

The conflicted boy shook his head vigorously. You did not understand anything.

"Do you need a new laptop? New clothes? Art materials?" You sounded so desperate. "Tell me, Gukkie. I'll do anything you want."

"I don't need you to do anything." He said coldly as he moved away from you.

Pain attacked your chest when you saw indifference dancing in his face.

"You're still leaving me?" You quivered in fear. You were really pathetic. You said to yourself that you wanted him to go away, but the thought of him actually leaving made your stomach turn upside down.

"Yes."

It felt like an arrow shot you in the heart.

How could he not stutter? Was he really decided to leave you?

Jeongguk saw how his answer affected you, so he immediately defended himself.

"I mean it's about right. I told you I'm gonna stay here for a few months. It's over now. I don't want to be your tenant anymore."

"But why!" You whined. This wasn't fair! How could he decide without consulting you first? This was a reciprocal obligation. You deserved to know his reasons.

Jeongguk scowled. He wanted to leave now. It was getting unbearable to see you cry—it was as though his chest was going to explode.

"Do I really need a reason?" His frown deepened. "Can't I just leave because I don't want to be with you anymore?" A lie.

"You're lying." You refused to believe him even if you knew he was telling the truth. This wasn't you. You weren't like this. It was unlike of you to keep pushing Jeongguk. You teased him all the time, but you didn't mean to make him uncomfortable. His happiness was your top priority.

You swore you just wanted to know the truth. You deserved a reasonable explanation. He couldn't just say he didn't want to be with you. If he couldn't love you, then he should at least be able to respect you like a normal person.

"Why would I lie—"

"Because I'm your soulmate!" You cut him off. Your emotions were overflowing.

Why couldn't you just let him go?

"And I love you, Jeongguk." You cried. The table had turned. Just a few breaths ago, he was the one begging to touch you. Right now, however, it was you who was desperately trying to latch on him.

Jeongguk pushed your hand away. He couldn't have you touching him. It would only make it harder for him to leave.

"I love you so please don't leave me—"

"You don't." He cut you off, flinching so hard because of how much he hated your confession. He felt like he was gonna puke.

"I do, Guk. I love you—"

"No!" Jeongguk insisted otherwise. He was being stubborn and it was irritating you.

Who did he think he was to tell you what you felt?

"You don't love me, okay!? You are wrong in all of this!" He took a step back. He was acting as if your touch was going to burn him.

"You are delusional. Too caught up with the idea of soulmate that you failed to see the truth!"

Jeongguk was shaking in frustration. He hated that he had to be mean just to make you understand things—similar to what Red did.

"I can see the truth! I know the truth!" You carried on.

He was the one being blinded here, not you.

"You're just ignoring the signs, Jeongguk. The universe wants us to be together!"

This wasn't a coincidence. You couldn't be wrong—not when he could see colors because of the love you felt for him.

But he used this against you.

"I am not your soulmate." His jaw clenched. "Your eyes can tell."

You stopped breathing.

"Your eyes tell." He repeated.

Your mouth felt dry.

It felt like you had been stabbed straight in the heart.

If he was your soulmate, if he ever loved you—or cared, you would see colors by now.

But no.

You still see in black and white.

Your eyes would not lie because Jeon Jeongguk was right....

Your Eyes Tell.

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fallinfl0wers · 3 years

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May request prompt

"Even if we're far apart, I'll keep singing for you with all my love." Unbalance Shadow - ZOOL

For Haruka from i7 please?

7. “Even if we’re far apart, I’ll keep singing for you with all my love.” Unbalance Shadow - ZOOL from the lyric prompt list! thank you for your request!! i love haruka so so so much, he's my favorite character in i7! >< also! i'm trying a slightly new format that i'll be aplying to my future posts! i'll also start editing the old ones just beause,, yeah i think it looks cute. the colored letters aren't part of the format, but i felt like they fit here so lol on a slightly sadder note, the first draft of this got deleted on accident and i had been sulking about it for a while but lol here we are warnings: gn reader, light hurt/comfort, fluff, long-distance relationships, set sometime in the future of i7's story, though this is pretty much fluff without plot,,, word count: 1623 words

"Up next are Natsume-san and Isumi-san, three minutes!" the voice of a staff member makes him look up from the screen of his phone, where he had been aimlessly scrolling down on his SNS while the hairstylists did his hair.

"Yeah, understood." He answers, putting his phone down on the table as a makeup artist retouches his makeup.

The young idol then walked alongside his unitmate to enter the dark stage, adjusting his in-ear monitor as he sat down on the chair preppared for him beforehand, surrounded by the expectant, excited whispers of the audience who waved their lightsticks in support for their favorite idols. Scanning the audience with his eyes, he clutched his microphone.

The spotlights landed on the two idols as the music started to play and they could hear the cheering of their fans before they quieted down, in order to hear their singing.

"I wandered, lost in my loneliness like a desert without roads."

Haruka Isumi didn't need anyone at his side to be the best, everyone will just drop him the moment the next shiny, newest toy appears in front of them. At least, that's what his experience had taught him.

"There, a single, tiny flower became the melody of love."

Then everything happened. ZOOL happened. But more importantly, you happened.

He, who didn't care for almost anything anymore, became infatuated with you. He fell in love with you, who always looked at him and appreciated him, you, who always supported him and never laughed at him.

"My tears suddenly fell, shaking the green leaves."

You, who helped him through each and every one of his worst moments and were there to laugh with him during his best moments, you, who were both his best friend and his dear, dear lover.

"Wow, 'the weaker you become...'"

You, who always supported him on his dreams and were the first one to congratulate him on everything he achieved.

You, who he was now supporting as you walked to your own dreams.

You, who were walking towards your dreams, far, far away from him.

"(So, don't look back)."

"'...the kinder...'"

You, who he hoped woke up earlier than usual today just to see him singing live even if it was through a computer.

"(Sharing, big love)."

"'...you'll become.' Your gentle warmth taught me that."

You, who taught him everything he knew about romantic love, who showed him that there was more to people than hatred and betrayal. So warm and gentle, you always made him feel like he belonged somewhere.

But you're not next to him, not anymore. Not physically, at least.

But, that's alright. It hurts, it hurts so much and it makes him anxious constantly even if he'd never admit it out loud. But that's alright.

"Like the falling rain, we are not alone."

That's alright, even if it hurts and it brings scary, unwanted thoughts into his mind, it's alright. It's alright, because he knows you're doing what you love just like he is.

And it's alright, because he's not the weak, arrogant crybaby he was when you met. He's stronger now, he has grown up, he's mature. He can handle this. He can keep this going. He can support you without crying every night for your absence.

"Beneath this wide sky, even if you're on the other side of the world, I'm thinking--"

"--of you again today."

It's alright, because he knows you've grown up as well, he knows neither of you is a stupid, oh so stupid and inexperienced highschooler like when you first met. He knows, you both can be stronger than this distance.

"(Unbalance, Unbalance)."

"Look, the crescent moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

He knows this, and still...

He can't help but get worried, sometimes.

"(Unbalance, Unbalance)."

"I want to envelop everything..."

He can't help but worry that you'll get tired of this. Tired of him always being busy, of your schedules never matching, of how he still has to keep you as a secret to protect you from the tabloids and his crazed fans. Worry that you might find someone who has less trouble giving affection, someone who can love you better than him.

Though all his worries wash away, everytime you send him a picture of his newest merchandise that just arrived to your apartment and a cute stamp through RabbitChat at ungodly hours for him, followed by the usual voice note saying 'i love you'.

He knows you have your own fears about it all, as well. But he's told you, over and over again, without ever feeling annoyed, that he only has eyes for you, no matter how many pretty actresses and idols try to snatch him away, the only person he loves in that way is you and only you.

There has never been anyone else but you inside his heart.

You're the only one Haruka wants to spend his whole life with, the only one who can fully understand him and love him.

"...Just as the gentle wind loves the sea..."

And no matter how longer you may have to be apart, how many people you both will meet and how many worries there will be in between before you can next meet again, he wants to and will make sure to remind you daily that he loves you and will love you until he takes his last breath.

"Even if we're far apart, I'll keep singing for you with all my love."

He lifts his gaze to look at the camera with a content sparkle hidden in his eyes, once his next line comes around.

"I wish you--"

("I got a scholarship to finish my college studies overseas, Haruka!" You told him a couple years ago.)

"--happiness."

("I'll be here waiting for you to comeback when you're ready." He called your name that night at the airport, hugging you close before you took off.)

"This seed of happiness that I touched exists to protect the person I love."

("It must be hard for you, isn't it? You don't need to call me every day if you're too tired to do it. I can wait for as long as you need.")

"Our words dissolve in the twilight."

("Nonsense! I... am, tired, but! You must be tired too, right? Get some rest, I'll hang up if you promise you're going to rest too!")

"That seed of happiness that you touched reaches out to someone I don't know."

("I saw that selfie you posted with those two from ainana, I'm so happy to see you really have friends!" "Why did you even doubt that?!" "I worry about you, since I can't see you everyday and all that...")

"Because the circle of love that connects us lights up tomorrow."

("I miss you." "I know, I miss you too." "Let's try to meet during my summer break?" "I already told you, didn't I? I can wait for as long as you need, dummy.")

"Look, it has started to rain."

("Isn't it almost midnight there? Go to sleep." "But I wanna talk more with you..." "You're so hopeless... Go on, sleep, I'm not going anywhere until you sleep." "Hehehe, can I get a lullaby from you before I sleep?" "There's no helping it, right? You really get needy when it's late at night." "But you love anyway, so it works out...~")

"I want to envelop everything, Shadow."

("...Yeah, I love you.")

"Today's live was amazing, Haruka!" Your voice tells him through the phone while he layed down on his bed, late at night in his timezone. "Everyone was so cool, but you were the coolest! The whole time you were on screen I was all like 'Yes this is my boyfriend just look at him go he's so amazing!!!'"

He chuckled at your words, a loving gaze softening his gaze while he listened to your voice.

"I know, right? Praise me more, praise me more~ But only after you tell me, did you sleep early yesterday to wake up early today?"

"I totally did! I wouldn't miss one of your shows if I can help it!"

Though most of the times you couldn't.

He still felt his heartbeat race up at your support.

"You're so cute, did you know that?"

"Eh-? Why tell me that all of a sudden?!"

"Because..." He yawned. "I want to." You went silent for a second, before speaking again.

"You're tired, aren't you? You should go to sleep..."

"No... wanna talk to you more..."

He can already hear your tender smile just from your words alone.

"Go ahead, Haruka. You did well today, you deserve some rest."

"Do I get a lullaby from you to sleep?"

You chuckled.

"Yeah, of course. You are so needy when it's late at night..."

"Like you're one to talk."

"I know, I know."

He smiles, hearing you giggle through the phone.

"I wish I could hold you until you fell asleep right now... But since I can, you'll have to do with me singing my new favorite song for you~"

"'s okay, I like your voice. I'd listen to your voice the whole day if you wanted me to."

"Then... I'll start..." You cleared your throat, and he couldn't help but smile to himself again when he heard the lyrics of his duet song with Minami.

You're not a singer like he is, and you of course haven't trained your voice for as long as he has, he knows that and he still loves the sound of your singing voice.

He drifts off to sleep with your voice as his lullaby, and he knows you both hold true to the lyrics for as long as you need to.

"Even if we're far apart, I'll keep singing for you with all my love...~"

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hackedmotionsensors · 3 years

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Last day of nycc lol

Tbh I should have stayed home. But it's mostly bc the way they laid out artist alley a quarter of it is in basically a different room and nobody knows that it extends there. Like my friend took a video of how DRASTIC the crowd change is.

Im making almost no sales lmfao i risked covid and this was my last time to sell marvel stuff and this is what I go out on lol

I literally almost started crying yesterday. Bc is also hard to not take it personal when the few stragglers that do come by....lazily glance at your work and then leave. Or if they get so excited and talk and go omg i love this thing and i get excited and cheer and go omg me too

And then they leave without buying anything. Normally that's par for the course but wth low traffic its even harder to take bc i'm busting my ass to try and sell and it's for nothing

And i'm sorry to be so negative but like.....i worked really hard on my most recent stuff and no one is even really seeing it.

On top of that the DRASTICALLY different attitude the head of artist alley mike negin has to white male artists that kiss his ass vs woc is pretty VIOLENTLY APPARENT. My friend got basically yelled at for her merch but it's the same merch other artists had ( character pillows). I asked if I could take one of the empty tables in the brighter lit area on Friday evening after they'd already allowed a bunch of other artists to move and i was told " well they paid for their table. They might show up tomorrow" I PAID THE SAME PRICE AND I'M HERE PART OF THE CONTRACT FOR ARTIST ALLEY IS YOU HAVE TO SHOW UP OR FORFEIT YOUR TABLE NO REFUNDS. He also only replied to me(I TEXTED HIS ACTUAL PHONE) an hour before the hall opened to tell me that.

Like i'm so profoundly disheartened and tired I'm considering backing out of eccc. Its so expensive to travel and get merch made and i could be using that time to sleep or work on storyboarding or playing ffxiv.

I was writing a list of merch to make and almost started crying bc what's the point??? Why am I doing this?

#sorry to be so negative #i really am #i just wanna go home #we haven't even tried to go anywhere im new york yet bc we're having such a bad time #and i got a bruise lol

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wordynerdygurl · 4 years

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A Wonderful Christmastime

Author’s Note: Well Hello All! I hope that you’re all taking care of yourselves and staying well! My tag-list is open and you know I love the validation of reblogs, shares, tags and adds!! I have been working on a larger OC story which has kept my from my Loki writings, but I entered a challenge posted by @toomanystoriessolittletime for the Christmas holiday. If you aren’t following, please do as she’s got a great little Advent Calendar of seasonal stories for you! One a day through the month of December!

I chose a prompt based off of my least favorite Christmas song. Ever. Like in the history of humanity. Like, my family torture me with it because of how much I dislike it. This story is a chance to take a little lighthearted revenge on Sir Paul McCartney and also, hopefully, help you all enjoy a Wonderful Christmastime! Also, isn’t this gif the cutest thing in the world? My thanks to the OP and creator for it... it’s amazing and I love Christmas Loki!! Pairing: Female Reader x Loki

Summary: Everyone has a favorite holiday song... when Loki learns which one you dislike, he uses it to his advantage. Warnings: Christmas holiday mentions, SMUT, Oral (F receiving) and MF Sex, also, the over use of a certain song that makes me, personally, crazy!

This was it. That perfect moment when all of the holiday hustle was behind you. Nothing to buy, nothing to ship, nothing to wrap, nothing to bake. It was all over. You had made it through another Christmas Eve.

Your well decorated tree sat in the corner, presents tucked below for you and Loki in the morning. The frittata was resting in the fridge along with the two bottles of Prosecco you planned to have with brunch. Hell, it was the holidays, after all.

But that was for tomorrow.

Tonight you were relaxing after an afternoon of family Christmas fun. Nieces and nephews, piles of shredded paper, stacks of snacks and so much laughter your belly muscles were sore. And through it all Loki had been a champ! Holding your hand, rubbing the small of your back, pulling out your chair; Loki had put the other partners to shame. Whether he was telling bawdy but tasteful jokes to the men who drank cheap beer around the TV, sharing hair care tips with your sister’s oldest girl or whispering with your mom in the kitchen, he was always where he needed to be. For the first time in ages, you had been able to enjoy the day fully, and you knew Loki was the reason why. After getting home, trading your dress and boots for comfy shorts and a sweatshirt, you padded into the living room. Loki was there, sitting cross legged, digging through your bag of swag. He had put seasonal music on in the background while munching through a plate of Auntie’s sugar cookies, two well poured goblets of red wine waiting to be had at his side. God, he was good. “Is one of those for me?” You couldn’t help smiling. Loki, looking like a little kid, over excited and surrounded by all the trapping of Christmas just felt so precious. It took him a moment to reply as he was solely focused on the handmade puzzle box your mother had crafted for all the guys this year, “Hmm? Yes… one’s for you…” Kissing the top of his head, careful not to dislodge his Rudolf blinking antler headband, a gift to Loki from your youngest nephew, you moved towards the couch. Sipping from your glass of wine, snuggled under the softest chenille blanket your sister-in-law could find, you sighed contentedly. Victory over the holiday season felt amazing. Now all that was left on your to-do list was eating, drinking, and enjoying alone time with Loki until New Year’s. Suddenly exhausted, you felt the lovely warm drag of drowsiness and snuggled deeper into the sofa. Shuttering your tired eyes, you listened as Loki stood up, off to hunt up some more food, no doubt. Visions of sugarplums danced in your head as you started to succumb to a sweet slumber. That’s when you heard it.

“The moon is right, The spirit’s up, We’re here tonight and that’s enough…” Groaning, wide awake now, you sat up with a shout, “Loki?!” Like magic his raven head popped around the doorframe, his reindeer antlers askew, a candy cane hanging out of his mouth, “Yes?”

“Um… question: What are we listening to?” Stepping back into the living room, his new holiday flannel shirt open at the neck, Loki leaned over you, husking playfully, “Music. At least, that’s what I believe you Midgardians call it.” “Ha ha. Yes, I know it’s music, but this particular song?” You couldn’t keep the tartness from your tone as you pressed your nose into the handsome one on Loki’s face. Pausing, listening intently, Loki cocked his head to the side. Singing along, his bells jingling, “Simply having a Wonderful Christmastime!” “Ugh. That’s what I was afraid of!” Flinging a hand over your eyes, you grumbled, burrowing back into the cozy couch as a means of blocking out the obnoxious noise of the worst holiday song in the history of humanity. Making himself comfortable at your feet, pouring himself another glass of vino, “I like it. It’s simple. Direct. What are you doing? Me? I’m simply having a wonderful Christmastime!” From deep in the cushions, muffled but forceful, you pleaded, “Make it stop! Please!” “What for? It is still Christmastime, is it not? And we are enjoying a wonderful time, aren’t we?” Turning back to face him, a Scrooge-like scowl on your suddenly serious face, “I’ll do anything to get you to turn that off.” That got his attention, “Anything?” Sitting up quickly, you reached for your blanket only to feel Loki snatching it out of your grasp, “You said anything, darling.” Tugging on the plush fabric, practically pouting, “You’re not going to take my new fluffy blankie, are you?” “Oh no. That’s not nearly enough to stop me from playing my favorite Christmas carol.”

“It’s your favorite, now? Loki, you just heard it.” Waving your gripes away, pinning you under his arms and under your blanket, “I love it. It’s my favorite. You can’t mess with perfection.”

You wiggled, trying to free an arm or a hand, anything to help defend yourself from Loki’s soft, but effective attack, "Perfection? Loki, it's awful."

"I disagree. But…” Brushing a gentle kiss to your captive lips, making you melt into his warm touch, Loki made sure to keep you immobile. Unraveling under his ardent attention, you gave up fighting, focusing on Loki’s roving hands through the protective layer of your new throw.

Lost in his lips, you ignored the wretched recording still spinning, until sitting back with a sly smile Loki continued, “Regardless of my newly acquired antlers, I am a reasonable man. I'm willing to hear your side of things. Convince me, dove."

Looking up at him through your lashes, licking over your bottom lip that tasted of Loki's peppermint, it took you a moment to refocus on your argument. Sighing doggedly, “It’s just garbage. Too sweet, too synth-pop. It’s plastic. There’s no substance to it.”

At least Loki did you the service of considering your answer. He paused, listening to the offending tune, starting to hum along once more. “I don’t know. It sounds like church bells ringing. And I like when the kids start singing!”

“You couldn't. Those are two of the worst things about it! There’s not a single redeemable factor in it’s trite, super saccharine, four minute run time.” Agitated now and edging into anger, your voice kept rising, spurned on by the inability to get away from Loki’s plush prison, “Also, get off me!” “Can’t do it. But-” nuzzling into your neck, tasting along the tendon there, “-I can replay this song.” “That’s it!” Fury tinted your words as you tried harder than ever to break free of your fleece prison but Loki was brick heavy, unmovable, and impossibly giddy at your predicament. All things which only added fuel to your fire. Wriggling like mad, struggling to kick a foot free, you squirmed desperately for leverage. His response? A deep chuckle, “Is that all you’ve got, darling?” Laying those long, lanky bones on top of you, holding down the throw’s corners in a way that made fighting futile, Loki smirked at your distress, “I still don’t see why you hate it so much. It is a simple song because we’re simply having a wonderful Christmastime! It’s in the title after all.” With cheeks hot from exertion, fully frustrated and forced to listen to Paul McCartney’s bland holiday ballad start a second time, you nearly shrieked, "I hate it, Loki! Loathe it, really! The lyrics are basic, the keyboard is tinny, and Sir Paul is better than that!” “Is that all?” “No! It's even worse when someone else sings it, like those kids from Glee or an up and coming Country artist making their first holiday record!"

Beneath the blanket your chest rose and fell with bothered breaths. From rubbing against the couch your hair stuck up in odd angles and you could feel heat rising off your neck. How had you gone from almost asleep to a blanket related battle royale? Loki, taking advantage of your confinement, kissed your forehead sweetly, and the change in tactic caught you off guard. His lips grazed the tip of your nose as you huffed out a pout, eager to see where his mischief making would lead. Pressing his forehead to yours, that deep sonorous voice whispering lowly for your ears alone, "Not a compelling enough argument for me to turn it off, I'm afraid." And to your holiday horror the song in question started again. Grousing, "Don’t play it again! Please! I’m begging you!” “Already begging darling?” Thick with mocking, Loki slotted himself between your thighs, keeping you from fighting back with any power. Whining full out now, poking out your bottom lip, “Come on! Please, let me up and turn this off!” “Why, of course, my pearl.” With no effort on his part, Loki scooped you up, blankie and all, pulling you tightly to his chest. Gripping your bottom, his fingers firm through the cotton of your pj pants, he squeezed hard enough for you to yelp. “Hey!” But that’s all you managed before his talented tongue invaded your mouth. Now the only thing you could hear was the shaky exhale of your shared sighs and your own needy mewls when Loki started to withdraw.

Godly hands drew your thick and comfy sweatshirt over your head, leaving you bare against the cuddly softness of your new blanket, a perfect dichotomy to the heated hardness of Loki’s chest. With your arms finally free you tangled your hands in the long tresses of your lover, distracted from the awful music by his groan, “Easy darling.” But now that the tables were tipped in your favor, you had no intention of going easy on Loki. Not after his antics tonight, not a chance. Tugging hard enough for him to wince, you ground against his lap with a nip to his neck, “Turn it off then.”

“Now, why would I do that? Aren’t we still enjoying a Wonderful Christmastime?” Bouncing in his lap, purposefully teasing your mischief maker with a smirk, “We were until you let this terrible song play!” Laughing heartily, Loki stroked over your bare shoulder, one hand resting on your waist and the other cupping your cheek. “If I wanted to, my darling, I could change your mind. I could make you adore this song.” “Is that so, Odinson? I doubt it.”

“Doubt me? On this, Christmas Eve! When you know the feelin’s here that only comes once a year?” A confident nod was all he got for an answer. In a flash you were laying on the soft rug, your legs wrapped over Loki’s and your new blanket tossed to the side. Fiery kisses to your chest and neck led him to the shell of your ear where he hummed hungrily, “The moon is right, the spirits up…” Enjoying his mouth but not his music, you shoved against his shoulders, panting, “Don’t sing, just kiss me.” Licking into your mouth, Loki’s tongue obliged your need as his hands skated over the curve of your hip, breaking your kiss to croon, “We’re here tonight, dove… and that’s enough.”

“Loki… please stop…” You fisted his shirt, pulling at the buttons until his muscular torso was under your fingers, strong and solid. Pushing the plaid cotton off his shoulders, you let your nails drag over Loki’s naked back as you shifted your hips, subtlety be damned. He took the hint. Nipping a trail over your tummy, Loki kept his eyes on yours as he shucked your shorts, snorting, “No panties? Naughty!” “If that’s naughty, Loki, then what you’re doing to me is positively evil.” That made your lover grin, his eyebrows lifting in a wickedly Grinchy smile before caressing the inner skin of your thigh with his clever mouth. Slithering closer to your center, sweeping his tongue in swirls, you couldn’t help the excited shiver he created. It was enough to block out the terrible song now that you had something more arousing to hold your attention. Using those long, deft fingers, Loki parted your folds with a murmured moan, “You’re so wet, darling. Maybe you like this song more than you let on?” A curse for him and his rotten taste in Christmas music died in your throat as Loki connected to your sacred skin through a carnal kiss. Those strong forearms ensured that your knees stayed open wide as his tongue tasted, teasing your clenching cleft, humming with appreciation at your body’s response. Circling your clit, sucking gently before changing direction and licking your lower lips once more, Loki had you teetering on the cliff of climax in minutes.

Your stomach tensed, ready for release. Delicious waves of orgasmic bliss were pulsing through you, needing just a touch more friction, a little more pressure in order to crash over you. Gasping out incoherent whimpers, fingers ruffling Loki’s dark hair, you can’t fight the neediness that he’s created in you. It just feels so incredible, something Loki knows you’re enjoying, “Like that, darling?” Passion clouds your vision as your desire crests, unfulfilled, “You know I do, Loki…” Fingers slide sensually through your slit, his bright eyes on you, “How much? How much do you like it?” Shaking your head, still foggy with needs unmet, “So much, baby. I love making love to you so much.” Bumping against your swollen bud, pressing down firmly, Loki begins using his hands to entice you towards ecstasy. Two fingers enter you easily, delightful, sure, but not as filling as Loki’s hard member. Reaching for him, you want to lose yourself in loving and being loved by your space god, “Sing for me, dove.” Beseeching you breathlessly, Loki’s hand stills, keeping you at the fringe of falling apart. Waiting for your reply impatiently he asks again, “Sing, please.” “A song?” His reply is a shake of his dark head. Slowly, smoothly, Loki withdraws his fingers, only to press them into your yielding flesh once more, “Yes, my darling. Sing my favorite song!”

Sucking a bruise onto your inner thigh, those fingers of his spreading your walls, the exquisite pressure on your straining clitoris. Any one of these distractions would have been hard to concentrate through. Experiencing them all together? Overwhelming.

And that’s the excuse you would use to explain what happened next. “The party’s on… The feeling’s here…” As soon as the words left your lips, Loki’s attention resumed in earnest, “That’s it, dove! Keep going!” “That only comes, this time of year… Ah! Loki!” Loki watched you lustily. Your eyes half closed, legs splayed lewdly, a nervous grin on your face. He never wanted you more. Slipping out of his jeans, wasting no time, Loki guided his hardened cock into you with a satisfying sigh. Your response to his abundance? “Oh shit, Loki! Yes!” Snapping his hips against your pelvis, iron banded arms clinging to you, Loki stuttered, “I don’t hear you singing!” “We’re simply having a Wonderful Christmastime!” How many times did you repeat the chorus? Hard to say. It became a mantra. A thing to chant in time with everyone of Loki’s deliberate and deep thrusts. This time, when you felt the familiar stirring of your satisfaction, Loki didn’t stop you. Encouraging you with a soulful kiss, his stroke surging in time with Paul McCartney’s crooning, you came apart in each other’s arms with a smile. The song started again and you couldn’t stop the giggles from bursting out of you, “What’s so funny, dove?” “You said you could make me like this terrible, horrible, awful song.” Sitting up and taking you with him, Loki chuckled as he kissed your hand, “Hey, don’t make fun of the best holiday song I have ever heard.” Pulling your new blanket around the both of you, “I still hate it, but-”

“But?”, his eyebrow arched in surprise, waiting for you to continue.

“But I don’t hate it as much.” Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, playfully ribbing you, “Do I have to force you into having another Wonderful Christmastime?” Biting your bottom lip, you returned the favor by sweeping a stray lock of Loki’s black hair over his shoulder, “Babe, you could make crazy, insane love to me each day and every night… and-” “And?” Kissing Loki lightly on the nose, you stood up on shaky legs and started towards the hallway. At the entry way you turned back letting the blanket fall to the floor, “-And Wonderful Christmastime would still suck.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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