#i will persevere but i AM going to complain about it

[gem-in-the-horizon]

it's not even midterms

#blogging on the blog site #i will persevere but i AM going to complain about it #too many things and stuff going on rn. to start i have a dreaded appointment 5 months in the scheduling #i'm pretty sure i need to turn in timesheets before i leave so i can get paid. #there's TWO exams when i return from our long weekend. and i have two exam/quizzes TODAY #plus three different assignments. pain and suffering on planet earth #upside is within the next week I am getting another tattoo and i have an interview for a summer job #the incredible life of your average college student

[auroreliis]

Ughhhhh i love love love the one with Bruce protecting the reader from her brothers I've already read it like idk 5 times? Maybe 6 can you do the same thing with the other boys it reminds me of my brothers and their shenanigans and our happy days

Platonic Yandere!Bruce Wayne

Summary: Your father protects you from your brothers #2

CW: no warnings

(not edited or proofread)

You crossed you arms and furrowed your brows as you were forced to endure the constant mouse clicking and keyboard clatter.

A sigh escaped your lips as you looked around the messy room in boredom. Your brother, Tim, really wanted to spend some time with you, but he had so much work to do, so he forced you to sit on his lap instead.

It felt like you had scanned over this room at least a tousand times. He tried to clean it regularly so you would at least enter it, but it was still messy.

On the desk in front of you sat a mug filled with coffee. Right when you looked at it, he grabbed it and drank from it.

The steam which once protruded from the mug had faded away long ago.

"How can you drink cold coffee?", you were the first to break the silence.

He simply shrugged and smiled, "You get used to it."

You hummed, eyeing the mug. If you were to knock it over, perhaps you could have a reason to leave his room.

Your only worry was that he would figure you out immediately and remove the mug from your reach, so without thinking, you pretended to accidentally knock the mug onto your lap.

"Oh! Whoops...I should get changed...", you looked up at him expectantly.

The look he gave you indicated that he knew why you spilled coffee over yourself and him, but he just sighed and told you to leave.

You wasted no time exiting his room and closing his door after leaving, but you heard it open again as you were walking away.

You turned around. He was also exiting his room.

"Do you mind helping me clean up?", he asked innocently, "You did spill my coffee on me, after all." He saw the opportunity to clean with you.

Your eye twitched at that. Just when you thought you had gotten away.

"Oh...I am sooo sorry, but dad actually wanted to talk to me about something, so I will be doing that, if you don't mind?", you stuttered.

The slight frown idicated that he knew you were lying, but he had to make the most of it, so a smile returned to his face as he caught up to you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Sure, I also have to talk to Bruce, so let's go together", you glanced at him, very convinced that behind that grin, he was lying.

What made Tim so annoying was his perseverance. He just never gave up, did he?

He took you to the batcave, where your father was sitting at the Batcomputer, and patted you on the back, waiting for you to initiate your conversation.

"Heeeey...dad?", you waited for him to turn to you.

"Sooo....you wanted to talk to me about something, right?", you had taken a few steps towards him, in order to hide the fact that you were gesturing to Tim with your eyes.

He immediately caught on and closed the file on the computer before getting up, "Yes, I had an idea to improve your stay here, let's discuss it over some tea, alright?"

Bruce placed his hand on your shoulder as he guided you out the cave.

Tim was left there dumbfounded, before he remembered that coffee left stains.

~~~~~

"Hold still!", Damian all but shouted.

"I've been sitting here for hours!", you complained. "Just take a picture of me and use that as reference!"

Currently, Damian, your youngest brother, was using you as reference for a painting. In order to assure you would agree, he cuffed you to a chair in his room.

You looked up at him to see why he didn't reply to your protest, only to see him with furrowed eyebrows. Perhaps he was focused. Maybe he was angry. You could never really tell when it came to Damian. Seeing as he wasn't responding to your whining, you just sighed in defeat.

A knock on the door caused you to startle.

"Damian? Have you seen-", Bruce entered the room before looking at you. "Ah, there you are. Do you mind if I steal them for a moment?"

Damian mithered, "If they move now, the pose won't be the same later. I'd like to finish this painting first."

Bruce walked over to inspect the painting Damian was working on.

"It's nice, but won't that take a while? How about you take a picture of them, then the pose stays the same and they don't have to be present."

"It's not the same, besides I'd rather spend time with my actual sibling instead of a picture", Damian gave his best puppy eyes.

Bruce hummed before looking at you, who was trying their best to look sad. Apparently that wasn't working, so you'd have to change the subject.

"Dick is going back home tomorrow, right? He told me he wanted to spend time with me and Damian, perhaps we could do that?", your eyes darted between the two of them, seeking both of their approval.

"Aww! That's so sweet!", a new voice chimed in. Crap. That was Dick. When you said that, you hadn't actually intended to spend time with either of them, but now you would have to.

You laughed awkwardly as you looked to the door and saw Dick leaning on it.

"Hi", was all you could say with the way your throat was constricting.

Bruce looked at Damian questioningly. To be honest, you would rather sit in silence with Damian than talk to Dick, but the choice was not up to you anymore.

"Very well, we shall spend time with Richard. However, I will be taking your picture first, as I would like to finish this painting. I suppose it would take too long with the amount of detail I would like to add, so you may be absent this time", he explained, snapping a picture of you before uncuffing you.

You rubbed your wrists. They were all red. The handcuffs used to hurt, but you had gotten used to them by now.

"Hey, why don't you also come along?", you looked up at Bruce, who was still looking at your wrists.

If he was there, then he would have some control over the others, so you were elated when he agreed. In fact, you even grabbed his hand as you were following Dick.

You did notice the smile on his face, but you pretended to not see it, simply smiling to yourself.

How bittersweet. The man who kidnapped you protected you like a guardian angel would.

#tim drake #yandere tim drake #damian wayne #yandere damian wayne #bruce wayne #yandere bruce wayne #batfam #platonic yandere #platonic batfam #yandere batfam #dc comics #x reader

[feelbokkie]

Sorry, I Love You | Chapter 11

pairing: Jeongin x fem reader

genre/warnings: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, friends to lovers, unrequited love, will they, won’t they dynamic, abusive relationship, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, emotional/psychological abuse

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: Swearing, Soobin mention, mention of food, drinking/alcohol (drink responsibly)

summary: Jeongin is in love with his best friend and he has been ever since he met her back in high school. He’s not sure how Y/n feels about him and in order to persevere their friendship, it’s a secret he keeps to himself. But when Y/n starts showing interest in one of their new neighbors, Jeongin starts to worry about the future of their relationship.

taglist: CLOSED

word count: 4,836

screenshot count: 19

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"Uh-huh...Seung--Seungmin-" You wedge your phone between your face and shoulder as you run around your apartment getting your things ready.

"--I just think editing-wise, we can do a whole thing with color filters for mood--" Seungmin continues on the other end of the call.

"Seungmin, that's a good idea but--"

Knock knock

"Should we do that artificially with a filter in post or should we try to mess with the lighting? Lighting might look more natural but harder to produce since a lot of the film is outdoors--"

You drop your bag on your couch and roll your eyes before heading over to your front door, praying that Seungmin isn't on the other side. You love him, you really do, but he's been pestering you nonstop since the start of winter break about the film. You didn't even mean to answer his call. You were so busy getting ready to leave that you instinctively answered the phone without checking.

"That's a really good point and question, but Seungmin I have to--"

You pull open the door to find Jeongin standing on the other side. You raise an eyebrow at him, confused as to why he's even there. You thought he went home to Busan after his last final for the semester. But here he is, standing in front of you with his hands shoved into the pockets of his thick, black puffer jacket. A dark blue beanie sits on his head, pressing his bangs to his forehead. The bottoms of his blue jeans are soaked from walking through the snow. Or rather the slush on the floor that gives the false illusion of snow. You made the mistake of jumping into what you thought was a snow pile the other day and instead slipped into an unsuspecting ice puddle.

"Y/n? Are you listening to me? I'm trying to bounce ideas off of you and you're not throwing anything back." You can almost picture the pout sitting on Seungmin's face right now.

"Am I allowed to talk now?" You ask as you wave for Jeongin to come in.

"Who is that?" Jeongin asks, closing the door behind him and kicking off his shoes.

"Seungmin," You whisper back, holding the phone away from your face so he couldn't hear you. You can only imagine the rant Seungmin will go on if he thought you were ignoring him to talk to someone else.

Jeongin wastes no time yanking your phone out of your hand and putting it to his ear. "Hey, Seungmin, it's winter break. Go drink some hot chocolate and chill the hell out."

"But--" Jeongin ends the call before Seungmin can continue and hands you back your phone.

You stare at your phone for a second, waiting for Seungmin to call back before tossing it on the couch with your stuff. You take Jeongin by the hand and drag him over to the heater.

“Here, before you get hypothermia.” You mutter as you pull him to sit down.

“I’m not going to get hypothermia from the ends of my pants being wet, Y/n.” He laughs. Still, he sits on the ground to humor you.

You pull a blanket from your couch, the one that Lia made you for Christmas last year after complaining about how cold the winter is, and toss it around his shoulders. “Oh? Are you an expert on hypothermia?”

“It’s called common sense, idiot.” He smirks, lightly flicking your forehead.

“If you had any common sense, you would have rolled up your pant legs a bit to avoid this.” You crawl over to your couch and grab your phone to check the time, “I thought you went home like everyone else.”

“I decided to hang back and enjoy the quiet at the apartment. My parents don’t care as long as I’m back in time for midnight mass. Plus my brothers are annoying so staying here is a bonus.”

You swear under your breath when you realize how little time you have to get to the airport You toss your phone into your bag and triple-check that you have everything you need. "Not to be rude or anything, but you couldn't have come at a worse time, Innie."

"You have to go pick up your family from the airport, right?" You glance over at Jeongin as you slip your bag over your head. He's staring at you upside down, his head thrown backward. His round-rimmed black, lensless glasses slowly fall off his face.

"Yeah, and their flight is somehow early so I need to leave like, yesterday."

“Let’s go,” Jeongin slowly stands up and starts walking towards the front door.

“What?”

“Did you think I came here to spend time with you?” He says flatly.

The twitch in the corner of his mouth threatening to break into a smile gives him away. It's barely noticeable, but you know it's there. You've been friends with him long enough to be able to read him like a book. If you wait a little longer, he'll start to smile and then turn his head quickly so you don't see. His ears will turn red and he'll cover his mouth like he was trying to wipe it.

"You have nothing better to do than to drive me to pick up my family from the airport during break?" You question as you grab your apartment keys and meet him by the door.

"Didn't you know?" Jeongin leans down, placing his head on your shoulder, "I was placed on this earth to be your chauffeur. I'm fulfilling my one true purpose."

You slightly move to meet his eyes, careful to still keep your distance. You can feel the heat from his breath on your cheek. He looks at you with puppy dog eyes so soft and kind, they put a begging Kim Seungmin to shame.

"You're so fucking weird." You laugh, gently pushing him off your shoulder. His face feels warm against the palm of your hand. "This is why we need to get you a girlfriend. Someone to make you normal."

Jeongin opens the door and softly pushes you outside. You tighten the scarf around your neck as the cool air nips at your nose. "I'm normal enough around you."

"That is such a lie," You laugh again as he walks out of your apartment. You double-check that the door is locked and follow Jeongin to his car.

***

**Bold = English; Regular font = Korean**

You push in the door to your apartment and walk in first, holding the door open for your parents, brother, and Jeongin. It feels weird having your family in your apartment for the first time. In the four years you've lived in Korea, they've never been over once. Neither of your parents could take off time when you first moved and your brother was too busy moving back to his campus to help. They've seen your apartment in video calls and pictures, but having them standing in your tiny apartment is strange. For the longest time, it felt like you had two lives, one in South Korea and one back home. And now, both of those worlds are colliding. Even if it's only for a couple of weeks.

"Y/n, where do you want me to put these?" Jeongin asks, holding some of your mother's luggage.

"Just put it in my room, In. Thank you," You neatly organize everyone's shoes by the door, watching your family from the corner of your eyes. They took off their shoes when they came in, but their courtesy ends there as they now wander around the small apartment, opening doors and cabinets.

"You'd think with how much I'm paying for the place, it would be a bit bigger." Your father comments from the kitchen.

"It felt small at first, but it's just me so it's fine." You reassure him as you set your brother's things next to the couch. "You and mom are going to be in my room, by the way."

"Oh honey, you didn't have to give up your bed for us." Your mother coos, coming up behind you.

You know in the deepest crevice in your heart that, that's a lie. That if you didn't give your parents your room and instead gave them the pull-out couch that your brother is going to sleep on, she would fuss about it the entire time. Maybe even the rest of your life. Not in an obvious way, no that would be too kind. She'd make little comments about how her back hurts or how she could hardly get any sleep because she could hear the neighbors walking in the hallway. Or that the kitchen faucet kept her up all night. You love your mother, but sometimes she knows how to push all your buttons in the worst way possible.

"Y/n," Jeongin walks out of your room and makes his way over to you. "I'm going to head home now. Call me if you need anything."

"By home, you better mean Busan." You warn as you walk him to the door.

"What fun would that be? Plus, I've never experienced Seoul during Christmas." He grins at you as he pulls his shoes back on.

"And you're not going to this year. You said you're going back for midnight mass." You remind him.

"I can come back on Christmas day. I told you that we do everything on Christmas Eve since Christmas Day is Jesus' birthday. Something about greed and keeping it holy. I'm not going to miss out on anything," He stands up and readjusts his clothes.

"Yang Jeongin--"

"Oh, Y/n, is your friend leaving? Tell...what's his name again?" Your mother asks, coming up next to you.

"My name is Bob, ma'am." Jeongin stands up, extending his hand out to your mother.

"Be so fucking serious--" You glare at Jeongin before turning to your mother. "His name is Jeongin, mom."

"Jeongin, right. Tell Jeongin to stay for lunch at least. As a thank you for picking us up." Your mother places her hand on your shoulder, a large smile plastered on her face.

"Oh, it is okay. Enjoy family time." Jeongin reassures her.

"We insist. It's the least we can do. Think of it as a thank you for also taking care of my daughter."

"What are you doing?" You whisper.

"If it is okay with Y/n?"

"I'm being polite," Your mother whispers through a smile.

"You know how to do that--ow!" You rub your arm where your arm pinched you and pout at her.

"I didn't get to meet your other boyfriend, I'm going to meet this one." She finally admits.

"He's not my boyfriend. He's just my friend." You nearly shout.

"He knows his way around your apartment." She hums, not breaking eye contact with Jeongin.

"That's because he's my best friend, he spends a lot of time here. Hell, he practically lives here."

"He does what?" Your father asks, coming back into the living room.

"Kill me," You mutter under your breath, tossing your head back.

"If you insist, I'll stay for lunch. If that's okay with Y/n." Jeongin smiles at your mom, not even looking at you. He's good with moms, you'll give him that. You've witnessed him win over every single one of your friends' moms that you've met. It's impossible not to like him, but in this instance, you wish it was.

"What are you doing?" Your head snaps back up, raising an accusing eyebrow at Jeongin.

"She invited me for lunch." Jeongin tilted his head innocently.

"She's clearly jetlagged, don't listen to her." You groan.

"You're overreacting, it's just lunch." He laughs politely.

"And the twelve disciples thought the last supper was just dinner."

"That's blasphemous,"

"You're so right. Why don't you go home before I drag you to hell with me? Better yet, go all the way to Busan."

"Lover's quarrel?" Your brother pops up out of who knows where and drops down on the couch behind you.

Five minutes. It takes your family five minutes in your apartment, a grand total of twenty-five minutes in South Korea in general, for your family to completely drive you up the wall. It all floods back, why you left in the first place. You could have attended film school back home, but you decided to move as far as you could and somewhere they wouldn't have any interest in visiting. You wouldn't have to deal with them much outside of weekly phone calls. Your family could be worse, but the constant meddling in your life is enough to drive you insane.

Annoyed, you grab Jeongin's hand and drag him off to the kitchen. His fingers are stiff in your hand, almost like he's unsure if he should wrap his fingers around your hand. "C'mon, Bob, let's go make lunch."

"I'm...I'm not allowed in the kitchen," He stammers.

"Don't worry, I'm not an idiot. You're not going to cook anything." You let go of his hand as soon as you are far enough in the kitchen. You finally turn around to face him. His ears are as red as the shirt poking out from under his jacket. "I'm just saving you from my family interrogating you."

"I wouldn't mind," He coughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You say that now," You roll your eyes as you grab the apron next to him. You grab one of your spare aprons and hand it to him. "But trust me, after like 2 minutes along with them, you'd be begging me to save you."

"It can't be that bad."

"Speaking of bad," You toss the apron on and tie the string in the back, looking him in the eyes again, "When did you get so good at English?"

"I've been practicing," He follows suit and puts his apron on.

"For?" You walk past him and begin getting ingredients from your fridge.

"...My...resume." He mutters.

"What kind of reasoning is that? You aren't even that prepared for class."

"His name is Bob?" You hear your brother asking your parents.

You let out a deep sigh as you set everything on the counter, "Idiots, both of you."

***

"Mom and dad are asleep, let's go out." Your brother says, walking back into the kitchen where you and Jeongin are talking.

Somehow, lunch turned into dinner which turned into the five you you playing card games until your parents decided to call it for the night. You're exhausted too, although, you're not sure if it's from all the translating you've been doing or just the overall energy you've been exerting for the day.

"And do what, exactly?" You question, dealing out the cards that Jeongin just shuffled.

"Isn't there a place around here that's popular for clubs and stuff?" Your brother sits down in the seat next to you. He rests his head in the palm of his hand and stares at the both of you.

"Are you talking about Hongdae?" Jeongin asks, picking up his deck.

"Yeah, yeah, Häagen-Dazs!" Your brother says happily.

"There is no way in hell you heard him and thought he said Häagen-Dazs--How are we related?" You fold your arms on the table and drop your head into them, resisting the urge to just slam your head into the table at your brother's stupidity. "Anyways, you're too old for Hongdae."

"I'm 25?" Your brother furrows your eyebrows at you.

"Exactly, you're basically geriatric here. They're not letting you in." You explain, lifting your head.

"Plus you're a foreigner. A male one at that." Jeongin adds.

"But...but you guys are young enough right? You can get me in. Plus if Y/n dresses how she did in high school, the bouncers will be too distracted and let us in."

"You're just going to pimp out your baby sister like that?"

"What else are you good for?"

"Literally anything else," You slap his arm and roll your eyes. "Besides, I'm not sneaking you into a club so you can whore around and cheat on your girlfriend. You know, the one you've been dating for 10 years and still haven't proposed to."

Your brother hangs his head low and picks up his cards. "She left me,"

"You should have proposed," You joke, still looking at your cards.

"Don't kick me when I'm down," He groans, dropping his head to the table.

"Down bad, maybe,"

"I'm down bad? What about the time you--"

"Finish that sentence and mom and dad are going to spend Christmas fishing your body out of the Han River." You threaten.

"'Whoring around?' 'Down bad?'" Jeongin whispers to you.

"Channie after two bottles of soju and beer," You explain simply.

"Ah, a slut. Got it." He gives a firm, understanding nod and goes back to looking at his cards. "You know, we could sneak him in. He looks a little sad about his girlfriend leaving him."

"He's just being dramatic. He'll be fine," You wave him off.

You know Jeongin is right. You could just sneak him in. It might be harder with just the three of you, but you've done it before with your friend group. Back before most of you were old enough to get into clubs, you figured out how to sneak your entire friend group in. Did it set the feminist movement back a few decades? Sure, but it was worth it to spend a few hours partying with your friends.

Your eyes can't help but wander over to your brother. You chew on the corner of your bottom lip as you think about it. Sure, he's a pain in the ass, but he's still your older brother. He's taken you to places he normally wouldn't be caught dead to cheer you up growing up. Watch movies that he claims he hates and let you paint his nails and practice makeup on him more times than you can count. He did it while huffing and puffing about how much he disliked it, but he still did it.

"Shit," You mutter under your breath, "Okay, give me twenty minutes."

~~~

The hard beat of whatever music is being played too loudly over the speakers booms through your body. You can barely see two feet in front of you, with how poorly lit the club is. It's hot, which was a nice contrast from the cold outside when you first walked in, but it's become increasingly uncomfortable, nearly unbearable, in a short amount of time. The Irish coffee he had ordered for you when you first came in was a good idea in theory, something that would keep you awake and still let you share a drink with your brother. But now it's too hot to drink coffee with whisky in it. You had to steal a few ice cubes from Jeongin's water to cool it down enough so you drink it without feeling hot yourself.

"He's having fun," Jeongin points to your brother in the mass of sweaty bodies dancing in front of you. He has his tongue down the throat of some girl whose name you're certain he can't pronounce.

"I'm going to be sick," You groan, leaning further into the seat of the booth you're in. The red plastic leather peels off your skin, nearly glued to you from how long you've sat there. You're glad he's having fun, you just wish he wouldn't do it in your line of sight.

Jeongin laughs and pats your hand, trying to reassure you. His head softly bounces in tune to the music being played. You take a sip of your drink before leaning back again, the bitterness from both the coffee and the whisky hit your tongue in a way that makes you pull a slight face. The whisky burns your throat as it goes down. You feel all warm and fuzzy like you're being hugged from the inside. Except, it's one of those uncomfortable hugs that go on too long and make you feel too hot. There's not much you could do, you already took off your jacket after a few minutes of being in the club.

"Hey," A guy who looks to be around your age, maybe a little older, says, sliding into the booth next to you. "you look bored, do you want to come home with me to eat ramen?"

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before turning your head in his direction. You're entirely too tired, hot, and tipsy to deal with any of his bullshit. "Fuck off,"

"What did you say?" His tone is sharp. You're not sure if he's taken aback by the fact that you can speak Korean or how disrespectful you're being towards him, but you can feel the change of energy radiating off of him.

You feel an unexpected weight on your shoulders. Your eyes flick down and see Jeongin's hand hanging off your shoulder, carefully making sure not to touch you inappropriately. He leans in close, pulling you away from the guy and staring at him in the eyes. "She said 'fuck off.' Now go,"

The man looks between the two of you before letting out an exaggerated scoff and getting up from the table. The two of you watch as he walks over to another table, this one filled with a few girls who are definitely a little too drunk.

"Thanks," You say simply, resting your head back. Jeongin doesn't remove his arm, allowing you to use him as a cushion. You think for a moment, something about this situation is familiar. Not an exact match, but a similar one. You can't help but let out a low chuckle when you realize why.

"What's so funny," Jeongin's other hand brushes against your cheek, moving a stray piece of hair that you weren't aware of that was stuck to your cheek.

"Nothing," You slightly shake your head.

"You're laughing, how is that nothing?"

"It's sad, not funny" You sit up slightly, taking another sip of your drink. "The last time I was in Hongdae, that was pretty much happening a lot. Soobin and I were already bickering the entire night so we got into a fight about it. He was so mad that he made me walk home. Alone. It was pouring rain too,"

“Is that where that cold you had around my birthday came from?”

You let out a low hum and slightly nod your head. Your eyes flutter shut, the warmth in your body leaving slowly. Or maybe you're finally getting used to the heat. Your body feels like it's floating above the table you and Jeongin are sitting at. You know you have a higher alcohol tolerance, but maybe the exhaustion is making you more susceptible to the whiskey in your drink.

“Why didn’t you call me?” He whispers, his voice is soft and warm like honey against your ear.

“It was around 3 am. Didn’t wanna bother you,”

For a second, you're no longer floating but falling. No, not falling, you're being dragged down. Only for a second. You open your eyes slowly. The crowd in front of you is now slightly tilted like you're suddenly in the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It takes you a second to realize that your head is resting on Jeongin's chest.

Badum

You're not sure if your heart is beating in tune with the music or trying to keep up with the thumping coming from Jeongin's chest. The thumping in his chest doesn't match up with the music. It's louder and faster than the song that's currently playing. Your left-hand snakes up and presses on his chest, trying to settle his heartbeat, the fabric of his red cotton shirt soft and nearly silky underneath your fingertips.

“Idiot,” He murmurs. He pulls you in a little closer, making the beating of his heart louder in your ear. “You don’t bother me. Stop thinking you're a burden on others when you're not. I'll pick up anytime you call so don't do that again. Okay?”

“Hmm,” You hum in agreement, your eyes fluttering shut again. The beating in his chest slowly settles into a calm, soothing rhythm. You can't even hear the music anymore, only his heartbeat. The smell of his cologne, which somehow managed to last the entire day, finds its way into your nose giving you some sense of security and familiarity. Somehow, it smells more like home than your parents did when you hugged them. Your hand lightly grips the fabric of his shirt as you just lay there.

“C’mon, let’s go dance,” He says, tapping your forehead with his free hand.

“Dance?” You mumble, cracking one eye open.

“You’re falling asleep or passing out from being tipsy. Either way, it’s not going to look good for either one of us if I have to carry you out of here. So let’s dance,” He pulls you upright just as smoothly as he pulled you onto his chest.

You turn to look at him, both of your eyes open now. His face is red, almost like he's been drinking something other than water alongside you this entire time. You reach out and place your hand against his face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, his skin hot against it yet again. “Careful, Yang Jeongin, someone might think you're in love with me.”

He slowly sucks in his lower lip, his eyes dance across your face. Like you're a book and he's trying to decipher your words. Or maybe he's trying to find his own and the answer lies in your eyes. He grabs your wrist and pulls your hand off his face before sliding his hand up, taking your hand in his. He gently leans forward, next to your ear. His breath makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. "Would that be so bad?"

You pull away from him, leaving your hand in his, and narrow your eyes at him, trying to read him. You're not sure if he's serious or if the alcohol that's quickly leaving your system is making you misunderstand what's happening. Your eyes scan his face for answers and, unlike him, you're unsuccessful. His face is redder than it was before. It's almost like he's absorbing all the alcohol in your system through your hand.

“In—”

Thump

Someone bumps into your table, causing your drink to topple over and spill onto both of your laps.

"Shit," Jeongin mutters as he drops your hand and scrambles to grab whatever napkins are on the table. He gives some to you and helps you clean up the now ice-cold drink that's dripping down to your feet, his own pants being neglected.

"I'll be right back," He says quickly before leaving you at the table and disappearing in the direction of the bathrooms.

Before you can even process what happened, your brother slides into the booth next to you. "People here are weird. I was making out with that girl and all of a sudden she's talking to me about ramen."

You quickly shake your head and focus your attention on your brother. You pick up the now empty cup that used to hold your cocktail and go back to trying to clean your jeans. "You're going to be so upset you said 'no' later."

"Was ramen code for something?" He turns his full body to face you. You glance at him before going back to clean up your mess. There's a small red mark at the base of his neck and dark pink lipstick smeared across his mouth. You can only imagine how much trouble he was about to get himself into.

"I'll tell you later," You wad up the dirty napkins and put them in your cup.

Your brother looks around, realizing that something is missing, "Where's your boyfriend?"

You freeze at the word boyfriend. You're used to people assuming that you're dating Jeongin, but somehow, this time feels different. Before, it always sounded accusatory. Like the two of you couldn't be just friends. That you were using the term "friends" as a veil to hide illicit-esque behavior. But now...

"Would that be so bad?"

Your brain replays that phrase in your head over. Surely, he was taking advantage of your intoxicated state to tease you like he usually does. That, had you not been interrupted by cold whiskey and coffee pouring into your lap, he would have let out a loud laugh and left his mouth hang so widely open that you wouldn't be able to see past the dark-lined half-moons where his eyes should be as you stammered out a response. Something that he would tease you about for the rest of your lives.

"He's not my boyfriend, dumbass. We're just friends." You sigh, thumping your brother on the back of his head.

Your brother rolls his eyes as he rubs the back of his head, a smile that would make the Cheshire cat envious spreads across his face. "Look, I'm saying this as both your older brother and as a guy, you may be 'just friends' with him, but he’s definitely not 'just friends' with you,”

—

Buy me a coffee?

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[archiveikemen]

『 Zero Distance 』 Story Event: Chapter 1

Liam Evans

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

My lover had the curse of a cat, which meant that he had to periodically satisfy his curiosity.

That’s why Liam would go thrill seeking with Alfons night after night.

I wanted to be with Liam for tonight, so I asked to tag along with them—

Kate: Why am I being hung mid-air…?

Liam: You’re not having fun? Al, pull Kate back up. Quick, quick.

Alfons: My, you have such little perseverance. You’re always so quick to complain.

Alfons, who was holding onto both of my ankles, slowly lifted me.

Kate: Oof… I thought I was going to die.

Alfons: Wasn’t that a fresh new experience? So, did you manage to confirm whether there are any security guards inside?

Kate: I- I was too scared to do that!

Tonight, Alfons and Liam were trying to steal an artwork from a museum for fun.

The truth was that the artwork was stolen by the museum, and they planned to steal it to return it to its original owner.

Kate: Can’t we just have a proper talk with the museum's director instead of going to such lengths?

Alfons: Aren't we committing this crime to help others, precisely because lawful means won't be effective?

Alfons: Your way of thinking is as unnecessarily serious as ever.

(... I get the feeling they just want to sneak into a museum in the middle of the night because it's thrilling to them.)

And to prove my point, what they were about to do tonight wasn't one of Crown’s missions, it was entirely their own idea.

Liam: Kate! Al!

Liam: Looks like the security guard went into the room in the back. Now’s the best time to sneak in.

Liam: Kate, are you coming too? I’ll make sure to hold your hand the entire time.

Liam extended his hand to me with a sweet smile, the gesture making my heart flutter.

I held his hand, happy to see Liam smiling while living in the moment without fearing for his tomorrows.

(... I’m weak for this smile.)

Kate: Got it, let’s go.

— That decision was a huge mistake.

…

Security Guard: S-Stop right there, the three of you…!

Alfons: Ahaha, as expected of an incredibly well-known art museum in England. What excellent security.

Kate: This is not the time to be saying such things!

We were running around the place to get away from the security guard who heard the commotion and came out to investigate.

(Ah…)

I accidentally stumbled in a corner, and Liam swiftly caught me in his arms.

Liam: Kate…

Click. The security guard fastened something on mine and Liam’s hands the moment we stopped running.

(This is… no way…)

(Handcuffs!?)

Security Guard: *pant* *pant*... I finally caught you. You guys are fast.

Security Guard 2: Oi, I’ll go after that guy with a shady looking smile. You watch these two.

(... If Liam were the only one here, he’d be able to disappear and escape.)

But I knew that Liam would never choose to leave me behind.

(... What should we do? If we get handed over to the police…)

Liam: We got caught, huh. But being locked up in jail with you might not be such a bad thing.

Liam: Ah, but if the other prisoners fall in love with you… I might kill them all.

Kate: Liam, I don’t think this is the right situation to be saying—

Liam: Fufu, I’m just kidding. I won’t let you get arrested by the police so easily.

Liam: Because I’m the only one who’s allowed to touch and monopolise you.

Liam grinned like a Cheshire cat and said loudly,

Liam: Al, you’re watching us from somewhere, aren't you? Sorry, but we need your help here.

Alfons’ Voice: And what will I get in return for helping you?

Liam: How about drinking all you want tonight and I’ll pay for your bill?

Alfons’ Voice: One more time?

Liam: Geez. You can eat all you want too.

Alfons’ Voice: Deal.

Security Guard 1: Uwah! Where did you…

Alfons: Hm? You just caught a pair of dogs, I’m one too.

Security Guard 1: W-Why are there three dogs here?

Alfons removed his black leather gloves and touched the nape of the guard’s neck to create an illusion using his curse’s ability, the guard widened his eyes in shock.

Liam: Thanks, Al. Come on, let’s escape before the illusion wears off.

Liam: Kate, I’ll carry you. Hang on tight.

…

After sneakily stealing the artwork and leaving the museum, the two of them laughed loudly while walking down the street.

Liam • Alfons: Ahh, that was fun.

Kate: I FEEL LIKE MY LIFESPAN GOT SHORTENED…!

Alfons: Oh, you don't seem to have enjoyed yourself. That’s too bad.

Liam: I’ll definitely take your enjoyment into consideration next time, please don't abandon me…

Kate: I can never abandon you, Liam. Just be sure to keep the danger factor in moderation.

Liam: Fufu, okay. I’ll be careful.

Alfons: By the way, how long do you two intend to keep those handcuffs on?

Alfons: I won’t judge if you're into that sort of play, though.

Kate: Oh, right. We have to take this off.

Liam: Don’t worry, Kate. Al is a pro at unlocking things. So—

Alfons: Let’s see…

Alfons reached his hand around my shoulder and touched the handcuffs.

Alfons: Goodness! These handcuffs have some numbers on them. Look.

Upon hearing those words, I looked down at the handcuffs to see a small device resembling a clock attached.

Kate: … 24 hours left…?

Alfons: I’ve heard of this rare type of handcuffs with a time lock. It will only unlock after 24 hours.

Liam: … :0

Kate: I-In other words—

Liam: We can’t remove it until 24 hours is up…?

Alfons: Ahaha!

…

The next morning, Liam and I woke up to the handcuffs still linking our arms together.

— 12 hours left.

Liam: Not like it’ll magically come off when we wake up.

Liam: But being stuck with you until the time is up makes me happy.

Liam smiled sweetly while staring at the handcuffs.

(He’s so cute…)

Liam twirled my hair around his finger as we laid in bed.

Liam: Do you hate being in this situation? Is it bothering you? Do you want to take this off?

Kate: I don’t hate it.

Kate: I know this will be a little bit inconvenient… but I’m also kind of excited.

Liam: Excited?

Kate: Because it’s rare to be able to be this close to you at all times.

Kate: And I’m relieved that it's you I’m stuck to… mm… mmph…

Liam: You’re so adorable, Kate. And I’m so, so happy…

While kissing me repeatedly, Liam gently held me down on the bed.

Liam: … I wonder how far we can go with our hands cuffed together?

Kate: How far…

Liam: Kissing you isn’t a problem. But can I take your clothes off with one hand?

Kate: Liam, don’t take my clothes off… ahh

Liam: I can’t fondle them using both of my hands, so I’ll lick them instead. You like that, don't you?

Liam: Are you feeling more sensitive than usual? … mm… so cute…

Kate: … ahh, it’s still morning…

Liam: I love doing it in the morning too. Because I can see everything about you clearly.

Kate: … ahhh

…

We explained our situation to William and Harrison while having a late breakfast.

William: — So this is what happens when you sneak into an art museum to satisfy your curiosity.

Harrison: That’s what you get for being curious. But this is a rare type of lock that that guy (Alfons) can’t unlock.

Alfons: My, my, it appears that you're enjoying this perverted play.

Kate: Whoa! Please don’t appear out of nowhere so suddenly. Also, what do you mean by “enjoying”...

Alfons: You shouldn't tell lies. I can see the numerous hickeys on your neck…

Kate: Huh?

Harrison: Al is lying. Geez, you're so gullible.

Liam: I mean, I did kiss Kate’s body a lot this morning, so it’s not surprising if she has hickeys on her.

I was flustered by the bombshell comment Liam so nonchalantly made, and William smiled quietly.

William: Victor said that Kate and Liam can be on break until the handcuffs come off.

William: Because they most likely won’t be able to go on missions with their hands cuffed together like this.

Liam: Really? Victor’s so understanding, as always.

Harrison: But don't you have rehearsals today? Weren't you making a huge fuss over next weekend’s premiere?

Liam: Yup, that’s right. Kate, can you accompany me to my rehearsal?

Kate: Of course. Please do take me with you.

Liam: Mm, thanks.

I would usually just see Liam off to his rehearsals without tagging along, in order to avoid getting in his way.

However, it was inevitable for me to be by Liam’s side all day today.

(Even so, I don’t think our situation is too bad.)

Alfons: Liam, Liam. … What will you do?

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[saras-devotionals]

Quiet Time 3/19

What am I feeling today?

Tired but excited and grateful! Today is my last clinical rotation on the stroke unit and as much as I enjoyed it, I’m really looking forward to being able to rest and have my Tuesdays open!

Bible Plan: Spiritual Wilderness

In my younger years, it was hard for me to continue my devotions when I didn’t feel His presence for a while. It was discouraging, but I have learned a few things that have changed my perspective.

One thing I learned is that God promises to reward those who fervently seek Him, not who only find Him. We don’t seek God because He is lost. He is always near to us because His Spirit lives within us. We go to prayer not to find God but to be with Him. With that said, there are seasons in life where it seems and feels like His manifest presence is gone.

During these seasons you must understand that God is building up your faith since Jesus is the author and perfecter of your faith. Without faith, it is impossible to please God, and this faith gets stronger as your feelings get weaker. You are forced to rely only on God’s Word, not on your feelings or experiences. In seasons of your spiritual wilderness, only faith can help you come closer to God. If you live by your feelings, you will feel distant from God. When you go to God’s throne in spite of your negative feelings, you are building your faith.

I find it encouraging that He is not a rewarder of those who feel or experience Him but of those who do their best to seek Him.

King David was called “a man after His own heart”. God didn’t say that David had His heart; he was simply after it. David was in constant pursuit of God. In reading the Psalms that he wrote, we see his heart’s journey into the presence of God. At times he would complain that he didn’t feel God, yet he was still seeking after Him. God likes that. He wants us to pursue Him, even when we don’t feel like it.

In fact, not only does God love that we pursue Him, but He also rewards us. This truth has been the source of my encouragement. I don’t submit to my feelings, but I let my faith grow by going to God no matter what’s happening in my life.

There’s so much to get from this and I thought it was incredible! First off, seeking Him over finding Him. You can find God once because He’s not far from any one of us, but seeking Him is a daily thing. You have to consistently go after Him day after day, acknowledging Him when you feel like it is not biblically sound.

Additionally with the seeking, relying on His word instead of your feelings. The heart is deceitful and your feelings are not always accurate. We can sometimes let ourselves be controlled by our feelings and let them direct how we operate but that can lead us down the wrong path. God’s word will always be right and ready for you, so read it, use it, apply it, keep it in your heart!

1 Samuel 13:13-14 NIV

““You have done a foolish thing,” Samuel said. “You have not kept the command the Lord your God gave you; if you had, he would have established your kingdom over Israel for all time. But now your kingdom will not endure; the Lord has sought out a man after his own heart and appointed him ruler of his people, because you have not kept the Lord’s command.””

For reference, this is Samuel rebuking Saul and the one who talks about in regard to who the Lord has sought out is David. Even though David struggled a lot, He always sought after God, seeking Him daily and I really want to imitate that as best I can.

Hebrews 11:6 NIV

“And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.”

I mean this is very self explanatory and emphasizes the importance of our faith and seeking after God every single day.

Hebrews 12:1-2 NIV

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”

“Let us run with perseverance” -> I want to place some emphasis on this. We can get tired and weary in our walk with God, especially when we’re in the spiritual wilderness where even our own emotions can be attacking our faith. But God wants us to persevere, we need to have our hearts set on the goal of it all, to be reunited with God after death! Also, Jesus is meant to guide us in this! He’s the perfected of our faith! Without him, we’d have no chance in having a relationship with God and it’s important to remember and be grateful for what he did for us on the cross.

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[noroi1000]

Hi ! I really loved the Gojo Satoru royal AU story called "Commander" the anon who requested it made such a good request and you did a great job writing it !

This sounds sort of more like a continuation or mini-series for the "Commander" fic but could I request where there's a very grand masquerade ball (imagine commander!reader in a dress 😻🫶)and/or where commander!reader gets/achieves the power to order in the political matters which makes many ppl's belief stronger as seeing her in future regent empress position with gojo as the emperor 🙈 ( imagining commander!reader officially as the empress makes me run laps ). also adding smut isn't necessary but if u do i'd like reader to be dom like she was (😫) (even if they switch up positi- yk ehm ) but yea it's upto to u if u do this req or not but i am so in love with commander!reader , she's SO SO mighty fine

Gojo x fem reader (royal AU)

Warning: Smut at the beginning.

A/n: Is grammar good? My phone updated the keyboard including the whole translator and now I don't know what the quality of the translation is. Except that the translation now takes me longer.

"Such a good boy." You moaned stroking your prince's hair as he hovered over you with heavy breathing.

"(y/n)… Ah… so tight…" He moaned, pushing his hips back slightly to give himself a moment to breathe so he wouldn't come so fast.

"You are so big~ I want you inside. It's so enjoyable." You said with a slightly heavier breath. After all, he already fucked you. It's not like Satoru's stamina sucks so much that you can't cum with him. Everything is just right.

Satoru is big, he is wide, he is long. Everything is just right. Also that he's such a good boy and succumbs to you.

Even when he's on top, he can't dominate for long.

And moaning for you, he's such a sweet boy you can't help it. By pleasing himself, he pleases you.

When he's towering over you, he can't make your body give up. He listens to your body language just as much when he's down as he is up. Besides, he loves getting petted by you and hearing you say he's a good boy more than fucking you and hearing you moan.

He loves to hear words of praise flying out of your mouth along with moans. Because he knows it's nice for you.

This great, powerful prince does what you tell him to do. Change position, change rhythm. You guide him even lying on your back.

Then when you want you can stop him, you can bump into his hips, you can hold him close.

You can change your position at any time and he won't complain about it. He'll just whine even more. Just enough.

You tell him to fuck you, he's gonna fuck you. And in the moments where he's a little mean when he looks at your face contorted in pleasure, then he moans like a bitch when he starts fucking you. Your pussy can tire him as long as he is able to persevere. Because you know exactly what to do to make him oversensitive. Almost bring him to orgasm, and keep going. Or give him endless pleasure. One that will overwhelm him.

Keep him inside until he's panting, or take him out often and leave him on his tummy. Without anything to wrap its length. Or even move fast on it. All this can drive him crazy.

He even lets you tie him up. Then all you have to do is ride him until he whines like a real slut begging for a break. But he still maintains his very high position in the state.

Even though you can make him moan even by pinching his nipples… This is his little secret. You don't know if he likes it or not, but when you touch his chest, when your hands find his nipples, he always makes some soft grunts.

If he can abuse your tits with his mouth and hands, you can also abuse him for a while. It's always a foretaste of seeing his flushed face.

Well, at this point, for example, you could very well make him moan.

Holding your hips, he pounded into you, moaning softly, just like you.

Dirty talk always turned you on, but also him. Even now, praising him helps a lot to make him blush and also to make his cock twitch inside you.

"good boy… You fill me up so well It's so good… Ah…" You groaned as he hit that spot. With your moan, you felt him tremble in your walls. "So hard and nice… So deep… Satoru~."

Singing his name, you pulled him into a kiss.

Reaching your hand between your legs, you began to move your fingers on your clit, breathing faster against his mouth.

You clenched as you got closer to orgasm. He moaned loudly and pulled back for a moment, feeling your pussy sucking him in too hard.

He didn't want to come too soon. This time he didn't want to come with you. He wanted to fuck you through your orgasm.

"Toru, I want to cum… I want you…" You groaned, gripping his forearm with one hand.

"Wait…" He moaned as he gripped the base of his cock, only one inch of it inside you for the moment.

Looking at his face, you saw his eyes closed.

You smiled slightly and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him down to you. As you hooked your ankles together, you were sure that you would succeed.

You pulled him down, causing his entire length to slide inside you. Hitting as deep as he could. Filling you with it all, making you feel something in your belly that you don't naturally feel. Feeling how its tip reaches even to the lower abdomen. Such were the charms of a boy with a big cock. It was a strange feeling, but it was pleasant.

As he was suddenly sucked inside of you, he grunted loudly as he felt your walls gripping his cock hard again. His back arched involuntarily as he lay down on your chest, burying his red face between your tits.

Moving your fingers faster on your sensitive bud, you tightened your legs around. And he, wanting to give you an orgasm, moved his hips as shallowly as he could while you held him tight. All he had to do was lightly nudge the bundles of nerves that sent a current to your core, making you spill over him, pressing the walls tight against him.

You heard his grunts and his groans muffled in your body. How couldn't he moan when the vacuum was sucking him in so much, the way your pussy squeezed and sucked him was driving him crazy. Running his tip over your cervix a few times before he unexpectedly fired as your walls twitched slightly. He has filled your belly with warmth. He moaned into your skin, pressing his lips to the soft mounds.

You started stroking his hair, feeling him getting soft inside of you. And despite his shoulders shaking from the hypersensitivity of his penis, you held him close to you, wanting to stare at your flushed little boy.

"Ah… Maybe with another orgasm like this deep inside you, I'll get information about the heir, huh?" he laughed, trying to free himself from the grip of your walls around him.

"Before that happens, I'd better be your wife. I don't want to be criticized by the elders." You joked.

"Wife, huh…" he moaned softly. "Are you ready for masquerade ball ?"

"Right now I'm not prepared. I'm lying naked in bed while my naked boyfriend lies on top of me, his soft cock still inside me. I doubt I'd go to ball like that."

"We can go like this." You hit him lightly on the head as he laughed.

"Do you think this suits me?" You asked as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"You look great." Satoru said, sitting on the bed behind you. Looking down at your back where the skin was visible under a piece of decorative lace before his gaze dropped lower.

"I can see in the mirror where you're looking, pervert." You muttered, adjusting the sleeves to the elbows, as well as the neckline.

"And I see you're adjusting your chest now. I chose a neckline for you,” he said with a smile.

"I figured it out."

"I know you like it. You look good in blue." He walked over to you and placed his hands on your waist, bringing his head to yours. "And I also know you wouldn't want a dress that made you look like you had a soccer ball up your ass. My aunt wears one, bleh."

"Yeah I know. Thank you. It's beautiful. It's just… I should go there as your partner? You know… I should be on duty right now as your bodyguard at the ball. Even under this mask they recognize me…" you looked at the little purple-blue mask.

Your outfits matched.

He was wearing a light blue suit with silver markings. It looked more like white with blue flashes, however it matched his eyes as well as his hair.

Your dress was also white and blue. Blue lace, bits of blue fabric that almost glowed.

There were little purple crystals in your styled hair, looking more like a combination of blue and purple. The same crystals were on your neck, only they were bigger. A necklace made of silver and crystals that you also received from Satoru on that day.

"They can't stop you from going to ball. You got an invitation signed with my name." From his pocket he pulled out an ornate piece of paper with an invitation to the ball written on it. Specially with your name, signed his "The mask is just a decoration that completes the outfit. You can download it anytime. Every person will probably take off the mask at some point."

Suddenly, he also pulled out his mask, white with silver and purple fragments, from his pocket. Almost the same as yours.

"You see? This is not a ball with traditional costumes. Not a kimono, not a Yukata. You are to dress as you like. But you can't go to a ball with a sword and armor. You deserve the most fun of all." Grabbing your hand, he pulled you towards the door. "Now come on. The whole night is waiting for us."

"Let's welcome Prince Satoru, along with his partner, (y/n)."

Standing next to Satoru at the entrance to the hall, you saw the people already inside bowing as you entered with him.

Only, you didn't expect your name to be spoken to the whole room.

So that's what Satoru meant when he talked about being a princess.

Standing next to the golden thrones at the top of a couple of stairs, you looked down at the people dressed differently. Colorful dresses, men's clothes. Masks on people's faces.

Holding Satoru's arm, you made your way down the stairs.

You immediately heard and saw the fangirls club screaming for Satoru to see them.

He had to smile because as a host he had to smile.

When they saw his gaze, they squealed and rejoiced, and their partners looked at them strangely.

They always gave you strange looks. Like they want to murder you for taking the perfect man away from them.

Even if you had to fight them, even in that dress, you'd win right away.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked, offering you his hand.

You accepted his offer with a smile.

To spend the next few minutes feeling his hands guiding you across the dance floor, hands holding you as you twirl in your dream dress.

The hands that hold you at the end as he left your back down at the end of the melody.

And eyes that showed satisfaction. His smile on his face. His lips fell to yours in a slow kiss.

Minutes passed, then hours.

Until finally he suddenly took you to the throne. Standing with you against the wall. When he said he had a surprise for you.

"You know, from today you'll have a lot more political power. And more in the future." He said with a smile, holding your hands.

"What are you talking about? I didn't want to hear about my political position at the ball." You smiled slightly as you looked into his eyes. He took off his mask and then yours, placing it on the table next to him.

You saw that the emperor entered the hall, and started walking to his throne to sit down. You smiled and tilted your head towards him.

He was a kind man to you who didn't treat you like anyone else. After all, you were his son's chosen one.

Once his father was seated, he pulled you to the middle.

"Satoru?"

"You will have more as my bride, as the future empress. To have even more as Empress later." He said staring at you.

The moment you opened your mouth to speak, he saw his height decrease as he knelt down.

He held out his hand to you, showing you a shiny ring that he placed on your finger, and without asking as he spoke:

"You will be my empress." He grabbed your hands, his eyes twinkling.

You looked at him before smiling, your cheeks turning slightly red as your eyes shone. He stood up holding you close, hugging you, kissing you. Not listening at all to how his Father announces something to the people.

How could he not brag that his son had knelt before a woman to become his future empress. How could he not be happy when he did it in front of the woman he loves and also has great potential to be at the Emperor's side.

Most importantly, his son did it in front of the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

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[thrawns-backrest]

GIRL (gender neutral, I don't know what you prefer)!!!!! YOU'RE FEEDING ME!!! YOU'RE KEEPING ME ALIVE !!!!

Give me all the Thurfian you've got, all the headcanons, all the silly thoughts, all the sketches !!! TALK TO ME !!!

OH GOD YOU'VE OPENED THE FLOODGATES!!! (and hnnnnng he's so pretty here I'm-)

Okay starting with more about his hair because I'll never be done with his hair. I hc that the traditional hairstyle for higher ranking Syndics is long so whether your hair looks nice or not, too bad, you need to grow it out for etiquette. Thurfian of course has the best hair for that, long silky and heavy like a velvet curtain, and half the Syndics go green with envy every time he walks by. Because what a lucky bastard of a man.

He dresses very traditionally for a patriarch. All the items you would expect from a man who respects cultural traditions. The right pieces, cuts, accessories, colors. You can't clock him on that front, he's as proper as they come (and proud of it). And it slaps because the ensemble is insanely flattering on him.

(I'm still working on the details but here's what I have so far)

a lil wip of it lol. I have more outfit hcs but I'll keep those for a post jshfjh

He's actually scared of Thrawn because the way baby Vurawn read his mind that first time they met has been haunting him ever since. Like what do you mean this oblivious child read my carefully constructed facade? As a result he avoids talking to Thrawn in person like the plague. If Thrawn enters the room and Thurfian is there you can bet he'll beeline to the other end immediately.

Zistalmu is the most high maintenance bestie ever. He likes it when Turfian takes him to the fanciest restaurants, orders the best food prepared when he visits, etc. It gives Thurfian a headache most of the time but he perseveres because he needs Zistalmu to feel sane (someone who understands what a menace Thrawn is) and he's lowkey proud of himself for taming a feral bossy Irizi.

Other Syndics actually kept dropping hints that he's being considered for the position of patriarch but they all flew over his head. He's all bout procedure and the right order of things - he'll do everything in order, he'll earn every bit of progress and only then will he consider himself worthy of it. Still, even though it came as a surprise, man stepped up to the challenge like a champ.

Also every time Thrawn's insane plans succeed he locks himself in his office and gets drunk on expensive wine. Probably complains to the empty bottles too.

(I don't have any silly sketches yet because aaah time but if I could I would draw 14716998983 versions of this man looking annoyed/exasperated/tired/done with absolutely everyone.)

NOW PLEASE GIVE ME SOME OF YOUR HEADCANONS!! PLEASE I AM STARVED!!! PARCHED!! Finding a fellow Thurfian connoisseur is making my brain go brrrrrrr so much

#thurfian #mitth'urf'ianico #i love him your honor

[opttagoyeo]

Psychic Au! Naruhina Ver.

brief context: Naruto Uzumaki is the CEO of a well-known company, a lot of people don't know.. even his present girlfriend, Sakura that he, has some sort of special talent.

Well you see, he has a special talent where he can read minds— or literally hear them in real life, without them knowing- without their consent.

Whereas, Hinata Hyuuga on the other hand, works under that same company, and has a suppressed feeling for her boss for almost 3 years now, without well, Him, knowing.

'Have I...

really stood a chance on him? '

Naruto stilled, his eyes darting around to find the one who's voice is this invading on his mind, who keeps boggling his already chaotic infused mind, and there she is—

Silently, like the air, cupping her favorite blend of coffee against the office's kitchen,

Naruto ponders who might be this person, who might be on Hinata's train of thoughts as of right now.

'Stood a chance on him huh?'

He never thought that there will be a time that he'll discover this quiet woman's interest in men, they've been working for years, and he really do admire her work, perseverance, determination, and hard work.

So to see her, the ever so serious yet gentle employee of his show some soft side of hers , a tell tale sign of her having affectionate feelings, it made him wonder.

It sparked a different interest, a sudden bubbling curiosity to know more for Naruto. To know more, to discover every nook and cranny with his all might.

To know everything there is to this one of a kind woman, Hinata Hyuga.

' I wonder, if I, if I was just as determined as I am right now back then, would I.. would I approach him, earlier, even before she came to his life?

Before everything shambled and crumbled and bask into this sunlight freely without any shame nor remorse to myself?'

Wow.

Just, wow.

He was definitely speechless to say the least, like, no really, he's being honest right now literally.

She sure have loved this certain guy for at least more than a year, Naruto estimated. Why? Well excuse his mind but the way she sound so disappointed and just so melancholy about the whole ordeal she's thinking of, makes him think that she's been keeping her love all to herself.

She's afraid of taking risk but that's also what's creeping up now to her memories, eating her up with a lot of what ifs, and regrets mixed with heavy disappointments.

In return, it left a bitter taste feeling for Naruto, and an aching heart, because he knew so damn well that feeling, of not being chosen— of not being enough.

Well sure, him and Hinata faces different situation and circumstances but in a sense they're also highly similar for they both have the feelings that correlates with one another.

And that's enough.

For Naruto, he's adamant that what he have seen is enough.

***

But he's wrong.

It's nowhere near enough.

If he could only turn back the time right at this moment, to go back to that specific time where she's just sipping her favorite coffee, he would, hell, if he have to move the sky and the mountain for it to happen then sure he will do it in no time without any complain.

To know it and to fully comprehend and analyze it are two different things.

In his defense, how could he possibly know?

Right?

Right?!

Who could've thought that all this time...

That...

Guy who he supposed was in Hinata's mind was none other than...

than...

Him.

Yes.

Him.

Oh.

Oh.

Truth to be told he didn't actually expected that, no one prepared him to do so because why would they?

And the very thought that swirling on his mind is...

Why him?

Out of all the people,

in the office...

in the city...

in the whole wide world.

Out of all 8 Billion People in the world?! Why chose him?

#naruto uzumaki #hinata hyuga #naruhina #naruhina fanfic #naruhina fic #naruto #hinata #naruhina au #psychic naruto #psychic naruhina #psychic naruhina au #mind reader! naruto #unrequited requited love #naruto x hinata #hinata x naruto

[rose-pearls]

Sirius and Amortentia

Summary: Sirius and you have been secretly together and decide to announce it in potion class.

Hogwarts was a bit of a chaotic school on itself but when you include the marauders it becomes even more messy. Just last week the Slytherin dorms were flooded with water, and they had made sure that their quidditch uniforms were red and gold for when they had to play against Ravenclaw. You never really had an issue with them but sometimes they could be a lot particularly when James Potter was declaring his love for Lily Evans for the third time this week – it was only Tuesday – in the middle of breakfast.

“My dear, lovely, Lily flower will you agree to go on a date with me?”, you had to give it to him, the guy was perseverant. Plus, he always seemed to think that Lily would finally say yes after three years of asking her out and getting rejected. As the red-haired girl throws her orange juice in James’s face, the rest of the students go back to their breakfast; just a normal morning at Hogwarts.

The bell rings and everyone starts to pack their bags to go to class, my friend Emily starts to complain about the two hours of potion class that are about to start. 

“I just don’t understand it! One wrong thing and everything goes to flame, and it always seems to be me cauldron!”, I rubbed her back to try and lift her mood up but the sight of the Gryffindor’s with who we share the class seems to bring her even more down.

“Plus, we have literally the smartest witch in our class, Evans. I mean how am I supposed to fail and learn when Slughorn is just constantly praising her!”, she let out a sigh and as we got closer to the potion’s door, I could feel her tense up.

“Listen you are maybe not a pro in potions”, Emily huffs at that and starts to pout. “But you are amazing at quidditch and transfiguration when it’s one of the most complicate subjects! And do not compare yourself to Evans, you are an amazing person on your own!”, she gives me a small smile and gets ready to enter the class.

“Alright everyone before you all sit down, I will assign you places.”, a collective groan rang trough the class.

I hear Emily starting to mumble something under her breath about how unhappy she is with the decision, but I don’t listen verry much as I catch Sirius’s gaze who gives me a coy smile. I feel my cheeks heat up but smile back at him which seems to make him happy.

Slughorn starts to go over the names and Emily groans silently when she hears she must sit next to Peter Pettigrew. 

“And lastly Black and Y/L/N”, I looked up at that and saw Sirius already going to our desk for the next semester. 

As I sit down next to him Sirius puts an arm around the back of my seat and smiles softly at me.

“Well, well, look at that beautiful we are next to each other for the rest of the schoolyear”

That boy always seemed to find a way to make me blush and once again a large blush was forming on my cheeks.

“Like you don’t see me enough already handsome.”, Sirius started to blush a bit at the nickname but then started to play with my hair.

“Mmmh well meeting in secret is not really enough.”, he was humming a tune at that and was looking at me with his big grey eyes.

“That is true, I miss you when you I can’t see you.”, the smile that Sirius gave me at that moment could probably relive Merlin. That boy was dangerously handsome.

“Well, we could always tell our friends… I mean the boys have been bugging me about why I always have a dumb smile on my face and a dreamy look.”, I could tell he was sincere with the way he was nervously playing with my fingers and trying to avoid my gaze as if he was scared that I was going to say no.

We had been together for two months and at our first date we agreed to first keep it between us to be sure of the relationship. It was my first relationship and Sirius had never really had a real relationship. You could tell it was getting hard for him to hide it from the rest of his friends.

“That is a good idea.”, Sirius head went so quickly upwards that he cracked his neck a bit. 

I started giggling at his face which was a mix of pain but a lot of mischief.

“Thank god because as much as I enjoy our secret make out sessions I really want to be able to kiss you and touch you all the time!”, the blush started to form again on my cheeks as he sends me a wink.

“How do you want to say it to them? I’m sure you want to do it in a mischievous way.”, judging by Sirius’s blinding smile I was right.

“You know me too well love!”, I giggled at the kiss he dropped on my cheek.

Slughorn raised his voice to calm the class and to start his lesson. 

“Today we are going to be doing the Amortenia potion, can anyone tell me what that is?”

A lot of people raised their hands and Emily seemed excited to answer that question.

“Miss Evans why don’t you tell us?”, I caught Emily’s eye roll at that and sent her a sympathetic smile.

“Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them.”, Lily finished her explanation and I felt Sirius move at that.

“I found our plan!”, he whispered at me.

“What?”

“We make that potion, obviously it’s going to smell like the other and Slughorn will ask for volunteers to say what it smells like, and we say it then!”, I looked at Sirius in a bit of shock while he looked at me like he was Merlin himself.

“I guess it could work!”

“My plans always work!”, I laughed at that because that wasn’t true.

While Sirius acted offended the professor had tasked us with starting to make the potion.

After about one hour and a half of making the potion, everyone was finally finished and Slughorn was trying to contain everyone’s excitement.

“Before you all go and smell the potion, I want to ask some of you to describe what you smell in the potion.”

After the professor said that two hands raised up, Sirius and of course James. Slughorn seemed surprised but let James go first.

“I smell fresh grass, my mother’s homemade pie and a perfume.”, the boy seemed to blush at that last smell.

“Do you recognize the perfume?”, everyone was suddenly verry interested at the question.

“Yes… it’s Lily’s perfume.”, the class went into a complete silence at that, and everyone started looking at Lily who looked gob smacked.

“Well at least you know who it is my boy!”, Slughorn clapped excitedly into his hands to get everyone’s attention while James’s cheeks went as red as his uniform.

“Mister Black you wanted to have a go at it?”, Sirius nodded and smelled the potion.

“It smells like a wet dog, Misses Potter homemade pie and Y/N”, if everyone wasn’t already in shock after James they certainly were now.

“How do you know it smells like her?”, the professor seemed hesitant to ask and Sirius just started beaming with pride.

“Well, I would know how my girlfriend smells like!”, it was silent for a beat before the whole class erupted in chatter. But one voice went above all of them.

“That is why you looked like a lovesick goblin all the time!”, James was out of his chair and pointing an accusing finger at Sirius.

“Excuse you I do not look like a goblin, right love?”, Sirius looked at me waiting for an affirmation and while I nodded and started laughing at the two idiots.

“Yes, you do! And you can’t ask your girlfriend she is bias. Why didn’t you tell me you were together?”, at these last words James seemed a bit hurt, and I felt bad.

“Professor could James and the rest of the marauders be excused while we talk this out?”, Slughorn seemed defeated but let the four boys go out knowing that otherwise it would be worse.

Sneakily Emily went into the seat next to me and looked at me like a disappointed mother would look at her child.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”, I let out a sigh at that.

“It’s pretty recent and I wanted to be sure that it was a serious relationship before telling you.”, she nodded her head at that and gave me a small smile.

“I am happy for you but be careful. If he breaks your heart, I will kill him!”, I laughed a bit at that and hugged her side seeing as we were still in class and that Slughorn was trying to have everyone calm down.

The four boys came in when Slughorn said to go out early because he knew no one would be able to concentrate. Emily was busy asking me the details when they got closer to us.

“Sirius explained everything, and I want to officially welcome you to the marauder’s girlfriend club!”, Sirius slapped James head at that, and the other boy groaned in pain while Remus looked done with the situation.

“What James is trying to say, and failing”, James scoffed at Remus’s words. “Is that we are happy you make Sirius happy, and you are welcome to join us on our ‘adventures’.”, Remus gives me a kind smile and I felt myself relax. 

“Thank you that is verry kind, and I am sorry that Sirius kept it from you guys I wanted to make sure it was…”, before I could say anything Sirius chimed in

“Sirius?”, everyone groaned at that while he started laughing.

“Like Remus said you are welcome to join us on our pranks and our fun but if you hurt Sirius, you will have the marauders against you!”, Sirius started protesting at James’s words, but I could tell that it touched him, James really cared about him.

“Don’t worry it’s the last thing that I want to do!”, James nodded at that and gave me a big smile while taking Sirius between his arm and messing up his hair.

The two boys started play fighting while Remus, Peter, Emily, and I started talking and laughing at the two best friends/brothers. 

Sirius manages to get away from James for a second and takes the chance to send me a big grin before James starts to tickle him.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfiction #sirius x y/n

[taesiccc]

Your part- Pt.1 

PAIRING: Yandere Taehyung x Reader (f) 

GENRE: Yandere au, smut, angst 

TW: Mature content, mentions of violence, Yandere 

RATING: 18+ 

DISCLAIMER: Mentions of all characters and events occurring in this writing are fictitious and only written solely for entertainment purposes. 

SYNOPSIS: You’re married to Taehyung. A stranger you've only seen twice or so. you find yourself neglected of pleasures in the marriage and does this have anything to do with Taehyung's medical history? what is that affecting him? what could he have done worse?? A.. Crime?......perhaps..?

The room was hot and filled with lewd noises followed by wild grunts and groaning that echoed along your ear. His sweet voice had you wanting for more. How could someone be so perfect with something they didn’t even try? You can say otherwise cause, riding him had some work to put up considering his girth that stood very stubborn around your tight core. The torture is ever so real..having to hear him moan so much while his normal talking had you going nuts in no damn time. He’s making you want more and more. 

Perseverance is something that is having you stopping form forming knots in your stomach. It certainly feels good but at what cost? 

“Angh…”

His voice echoed as you can feel liquids starting to squirt through your sensitivity. You quickly shift away from such actions form taking place. You weren’t necessarily ready for something as big as that from happening. It was certainly a feeling not some mere fact.

Besides that, you were quite surprised by the endurance level he held. You laid there still needy, wanting to badly get off. His climax was wayyyy early destroying your hopes of wanting to jerk off at least a couple of times before quitting. Your breathing was unstable from such intense and sudden let down. This was unexpected and you are not too brave to ask the man beside you to properly fuck you. Your fingers made their way to your still sensitive skin, wanting to do better for yourself. Not caring about the man who laid there calming himself. Not bothering about such presence. Not bothering if this would make him needy again. Not bothering if he had to suffer some large erections, for his size at least. When you can do better for yourself, you certainly need no dick service.

*****

“Mhmm..”

I laid there uncovered. Still with her. My eyes wandered about the other side not wanting to look at the scene. I was a breathing mess. But her moans have me invested. Very invested. It would be a sin to look away from such pretty sounds. To be not noticed. Hence why I was forced to look over.

She laid there back facing and away from me. Her hair fell back, ever so messy than it had ever been. Naked and sweaty. Giving me the entire view of her ass. I wasn’t some stupid dude but her mouth said otherwise. Her moaning and breathing making me feel like a douche. Did her fingers work way well than my dick did? Why is she such a brat? Did she feel pathetic for me? For her to spoon herself and finger her while I laid there, like a pathetic piece of trash? Wouldn’t I help her? Right. If not for my excitement. If not for me cumming before she did. If not for my fantasy that happened a little too early. I missed it all. Everything! For me to feel her around me while I held her close to me. To calm her down like a real man..

“..oh…gah-“ 

gosh…but Could I complain? When such preaches that left her pretty mouth had me going hard? Making me feel even fucking bad? When all of them came from right beside me?! I still had the audacity to move my hand. Think of all the things I could still just do to her. When could just pull her figure below me and do it all for her. I had no need to waste my hands on my self when I can work them on her all day long. Till dawn. It didn’t matter. She’s having me feeling this way. Like a complete joke. Cause I am. 

A worthless joker that didn’t deserve sweet applause. 

The bed rose making me bite my lower lip, not wanting her know that I was needy again. Wanting to be pleasured again. My eyes shut close, hiding myself, blocking my view from being seen. She was gone in no time. With no trace of her there, I laid back completely frustrated and guilty. 

Guilty cause I couldn’t give her what she wanted. Not having her cum. Frustrating knowing I’m my own reason to fail my deeds.

Weeks of earning and craving for her. Wanting to touch ever ounce of skin she wore. She probably thinks I’m a lame lad at bed. Maybe even so hating me for my body acting this way. I understand that we’re just married and this just happened cause we felt the same way at the same moment. Feeling like it’s to be done. I wish I could turn back time and do her good too. I certainly feel like a douche bag. 

She wouldn’t know how much I wanted this and how much I hate myself for doing her bad when it’s my equal responsibility. It’s a been a long while since I’ve  had intercourse. But I wouldn’t forgive myself and take that as an excuse. For my dear to trust me in such an intimate process and for her partner-, me, to let her down. 

I’ve been on medications, but those feelings are catching up. I’m hoping for a change like my mom wishes. For her to see her son in complete wellness and a happy family to lead. This is not about my mom but also about me and my interests. I’ve been socially excluded the entire time during my medical process. Keeping me away from friends and family that didn’t mean anything to me. That mean absolutely nothing to me other than my former love, my life, Mia.

I initially had no thoughts of moving on like my mom insisted. Her death affected me on different levels and difficulties to keep me positive from even living this life without her. I never had a good relationship status with my blood. Not even the great mother I’ve been boasting about. But considering the fact that 'Mia would have wanted to see me happy no matter what and that that she really loved me as much as I did' that is, the words of my mother has me thriving this long.

Thriving, until I’ve seen her. My now wife. My now world. The wonderful lady I love with all my might. The woman who bought me out of the spell of Mia. The lady who is deserving of all my affection and this life, Y/n. 

The effects of medications and the exclusion of society from me only made me more introverted than I was. The marriage was well and arranged, while I was still going through the process. I still am. But the effects I’m feeling lately doesn’t look like a change. I'm afraid I'm loosing it all. I'm afraid i'll ruin it myself.

Ever since our lips collided within on the wedding alter, my feelings had been off limits. I’ve been feeling like the lovesick, touch deprived boy I was. When we pulled away, the sense of security and comfort I felt in her presence had me believe that everything was gonna be okay. I love her and she loves me. I know that. She should love me like I do. And I know she does. We didn’t exchange much words but she understood me better than anyone ever did. I never went unnoticed of anything about her. Her smile, her shyness, her awkwardness anytime we we’re close, you name it...

Things escalated this afternoon tho. We got into each other and ended up literally-….inside each other. The feeling was euphoric if not for me feeling a little to overwhelmed of her riding me instead. I couldn’t bring up to such feeling in a long long time. How could I stay calm when I was finally feeling her like I wanted? When I notice our lips devouring each other’s perfectly? When I tasted her savory, and oh so well? When could finally squeeze her ass all into my palm? When I could mark her mine? But things changed… and I am ever so mad for not pleasuring my darling like I wanted to…like I intended to..

I could kill myself for this. For my baby to even let her touch herself when her dearest husband was right by her. Watching her, and doing nothing about it.

*****

His palm rested on the table out of pure distress towards himself. Feeling guilty and euphoric at the same time. Trying to digest the fact that his princess offered him all she could while considering him the worst thing that happened within. How could he forgive himself? It wasn’t something as simple for him. Something as intimate with his lover would mean the world to him. And for him to screw that up? No. Never fine. Surely enough. Trying to cope with these emotions that started getting back at him, as he remembers that it’s time for his medication. The same way, the same affection, the same effect everything was the carbon copy of how he fel-

The door knocked him out of his thoughts from escalating.

A sick smile wept up his lips.

“Taehyung? It’s time for your medications…I-I’ll just leave then on the counter”

“…she sure loves me …she would never hate me..” 

-you never failed him when it came to his health, and so did his beliefs when it came to you.

*****

Weeks passed. And things were going on like the other days. Except for how awkward we would feel beside each other. I am not someone who took something like that seriously although I did at the moment. But I’m definitely over it. Who isn’t greedy when it comes to sex? Upset at the moment, but now it’s just playing hide and seek around the house. I seriously can’t face him.

This is something I really feared too. I regret doing such things without getting closer on a psychological basis. Now we can’t even see each other. I won’t blame him for all of it since I’m not a big of a talk myself. I’m quite introverted and should I say? Getting close to a stranger you married is definitely not a easy task for me. I did fall for him. A little too much. I must say. But who wouldn’t? For such a killer beauty like his? And such a polite and humble man that he is. He’s been nothing but kind to me. Nothing but loving. Even tho it’s hard for me to notice sometimes.

I understand that he’s been depressed like his mom told me. And that he must take prescriptions constantly. To be honest she’s always acting fishy when asked about Taehyung and his health and the reason he's going through such hard times but I don’t have such skills to dig deeper in conversations with someone like her. Again, a stranger. He seems really conserved but I know he would be a little more comfortable if we avoided these encounters between us. If we could spend more time understanding each other and then proceed with some sexual activity. But I can’t help myself from thinking of that specific night. Even tho he couldn’t satisfy me on an entire basis, riding him is still too much to handle.

For me to see him as a humble cute guy and to him moaning and groaning under me has a lotttt of difference on its own. It has me fantasizing on things lately. I’m pretty sure that it’s no sin. Sometimes it’s hard for me to think about the same man that way and still just live with him after one incomplete encounter. I would find myself fantasize at work and later come home in a hurry just to pleasure myself to his name. It’s much of a horny life in this house. Even having dinner is being sexually consumed by my brain. It’s definitely that I am sexually frustrated on all levels. But I wouldn’t just go fall upon him for validation and pleasure since I respect his place a whole lot and am more than determined to have him comfortable around me. But I can’t just tell you on a guaranteed basis that I wouldn’t get turned on just at the sight of him.

Sometimes I don’t find Taehyung in common places where we spend together. He would just leave to his room right away and have himself seated at dinner. Taehyung himself is fishy that way. Now, I’m not entirely sure if he feels the same way too but I could tell immediately if he wants me and I wouldn’t deny that since I’m just trying to help him through. 

“Y/n! be sure to come!” Grace, my colleague had me out of these reoccurring thoughts. 

“YEAH! FOR SURE!” I screamed back as she was almost out the building.

It is her engagement in a few days and we are invited to it. She knows that I am married but her nosy ass always wanna know about our bedroom stories simply because she’s nervous about hers. I don’t usually talk to her but it’s her big day so disappointing her with a 'no, thank you' won’t do any good and I am pretty sure I'm not so rude. It was our time to clock out. Taehyung picks me up from work since we share the same car. No, we don’t work together but we still make things work through the timings. He is usually late due to his medication listings but I still don’t complain. In the end of the day we still reach home. My phone pinged right in time with that one text we exchange on a daily basis. 

“Hey im here” to which I reply “Yeah coming” depending on the mood I’m in. But it doesn’t change the fact that it’s the same darn message content we exchange. 

*****

The ride was silent as usual that is from his side since I ask him about his medications and stuff to which his reply is basically curt. We reached home and I started with the lunch straight away. I’ve had a hectic day and I’m sure he’s had worse.

Time went by. But unusually. For the first time, I could feel his presence behind me having me in lingering anxiety. He slowly closes the space, back hugging me and laying his head on my open crook. At first glance, it only made me pity this poor man. He’s probably tired and feeling down maybe? I just continued with stirring but each passing second only made me nervous. He started pecking my shoulder blade making me feel nervous than usual and somewhat awkward. Something I did not expect. I was definitely going crazy but I needed to stay calm to know his real intentions. And I did when he bit my ear, slowly sighing into it. That’s it. I needed this as bad. I turned right over and god! I was way too close to his sinfully handsome face. His arms tightened over my hips protecting from the heating pot behind me. I was way to close to not kiss him. My hands laid idle on his chest while his breath hit my lips a little too tempting. I gave in as I smooched over his while he took my lips into his in no time. It was passing the time in a passionate kiss we were engaged in. He sucked my lips harder as an uncontrollable whine left my mouth. He slid his tongue into mine making my body surrender right into his touch. Our muscles tucked each other’s making us gulp down if anything was ever remaining. The sounds were getting a little too lewd and I was definitely going wetter. His wide cold palms slid down my shirt as I held his shirt tight feeling this man’s magic spread over me. He is certainly something..Our lips were wet and soaked- swollen with our own produces. Wasn’t this certain? Cause I wanted more.

His body pressed deeper on to mine as my hands held his shirt much tighter, not wanting to leave this be. His hands pressured presses on my back making me moan into his lazy mouth. Oh god! Was I wrong about this man! No matter how I moved his hands kept me steady and his mouth caught me ready. In the midst of making out and devouring each other, breathing was still a thing to remember. He slowly backed out of my face as we took a break, breath colliding into ourselves. His lips backed away from mine making me disappointed in need of my throbbing core. His tongue swirled it’s way out but quick enough, I leaned in and bit his tongue back leading it towards my own so my horny self could claim it till it can. I struck mine into his once again kissing him like a maniac. His lips were so addicting and I wanted more. He himself was addicting, He quickly gave into mine as he smothered himself onto me hinting me his bulge. Our breaths hitched feeling each other at very extreme ends. My hands traveled over his shoulder as gently as possible. I pulled away as I looked into his eyes. They were soft as I searched for approval. He leaned in and pecked me such sweet, whispering a small endearing “please…” that was barely audible considering the closure. I wasn’t sure if that’s what he wanted or if he wanted me to pleasure himself. I was quite dulled down but regardless, it doesn’t matter. Maybe things would lead upon then.

*****

You laid him down. He looked as fine as he could exist. And those lips? No matter how much you kissed him you just couldn’t get enough of them. He was intoxicating you. But just because you are his wife you wouldn’t get yourself into him with the excuse of him going through the phase. You wouldn’t do such things and take advantage of him. This is going to be hard, especially seeing him below you like this, stressed, hearing him moan, it’s definitely going to be difficult but it’s about him not about you.

You divert him bu placing your hands in his thigh and leaning in front of him. His breathing gets faster making you nervous. So you near him and kiss his forehead assuring everything with a smile. You continue kissing his neck while slowly moving your hand to let his struggling length free. You slowly suck on his neck making him whine inside. You take your time to shift to his lips and part them with yours so you could hear those beautiful noises. Gliding down his jaw you continue your work as he moans aloud making you even drenched. You pump his length making him groan and throw his head back to the teasing sensation. You take this opportunity and suck his neck and he feels immense pleasure with your magical doings. You pump it a couple more times as his moans get louder and stronger. That’s enough teasing as you pull the fabric down quickly. You are genuinely impressed with the view as it’s the first time you get to see since it was quite dark compared to your last encounter. He is strikingly ethereal making you hold yourself some grip. You look at him as he barely has his eyes open still attempting to look at you. You cut the eye contact as this is something you are really not much familiar with and you don’t wanna fuck this up for him. It’s nerve-racking for you but you still go for it. You take his length in and start circling around the tip. You can taste the tip of it and you finally take it as a whole. He groans inviting your warm and watery mouth. His hands make it over your scalp and his palms tightened around your hair, placing it to his content. Your tongue spreads a wide sheet range along his cock while your lips paint his walls with a glossy slick. his moans filled the room and your gag was too close-

“Agh!…Y/N!…AGHHG-“  

his breath hitches as you continue with the sucking. As far as you are concerned, you don’t remember him having any breathing issues. You mercilessly continue sabotaging his sensitive core with your hands, squeezing his thighs making him yell and scream your name out loud until you feel his climax nearing through his tip. You pull your mouth away, followed by a string of saliva still attached to your pre-cummed lips. You looked over to him and he looked extremely tired from an orgasm you just gave. The sight of him makes you even needy and you needed to exit the place asap. But you can't just leave him like this...He needed care. you swiftly put your hair up in a bun and cleaned him up. he looked really tired and his lids fluttered then and there. you sat beside him patting and swaying your hands over his head. Soon enough he was sleeping like a child while you admired. your mind is still available for giving you all the details of today to keep you awake for the entire night. You were confused...You can’t help but think and ponder…

Was he quite selfish? To approach you like that and let you down? To get you dripping wet and only talk about him? Does he really just use you? Is this the same thing reoccurring? Really? Weren’t you tired? Of giving him what he needs but him denying what you needed? he was no-diaper kid to be dumb to your feelings...he was a grown ass man and that’s what gets on your nerves.

It didn’t matter cause in the end of the day you were still whipped for your husband, Kim Taehyung. Whether it was to suck of his dick to please him or to leave you starving to get fucked. Cause you still believe that he needs space and is probably going through a lot due to his medical issues. You are at least soulfully grateful that he hadn’t gone to some hoe possibly breaking the promises and vows of your wedding.

You still see him as the humble, adorable man you met.

The man who has come to his wife for a problem he has.

You pray self-respect and wouldn’t just suck on someone who needs it. It was your legal husband and you have all the rights on him. But is it wrong to be pissed at his behavior? Of having you want him and then letting you down? Or maybe he’s just not good at intimacy? Are you fucking Stupid after all this shit? You don’t know but, you’re definitely pissed and boy! Very sexually frustrated! You are this close to going to some man for deeds but you won’t. You will wait. You are not some mere whore and you needed know and be reminded of that. You still won’t understand him. Are you just overthinking or is there something about Taehyung?? Is there something about himself that Taehyung’s hiding from you??

That can wait while you still have something to get over with..

to be cont..

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[dojae-huh]

I’ll be waiting for your commentaries on Doyoung youth documentary! I think you’re really gonna like a lot of the contents during this promotional era. Thankful that promotion nowadays are not just about going to variety shows. Thanks to social media, we got to see him appear to talk shows and see him talks more. We’re seeing more of Doyoung who is not part of NCT. His thought process, his interaction with people outside of his circle or out of his field. I can see he’s a lot more confident too. He really says ‘This is who I really am’ through this era (album-wise and personality-wise). Despite being ambitious he’s also aware that this album will not appeal to all due to people’s preference. But most important thing to him, he’s satisfied with it. I learnt a lot from him through this album. Once again, you’re really gonna enjoy it!!

*sobs* Yeah, only in June. I'm in a new country, and the prices for mobile internet are insane here. Plus there are complications with buying a package in the first place giving my location and lack of a credit card. I have to severely safe on data. Unlimited is not even an option.

I see that Doyoung goes on a lot of programmes where he can sing live. It's really great he has the opportunity to do now what he had been longing for for so long (remember how he complained about his parts in NCT songs? "I will do what I have to do"). All his patience and perseverance is paying off.

I think, it is extremely hard to wait for postponed gratification (when an idol starts to invest blood and tears since day one of a trainee life), to see other, younger people, making it or doing what you want to do (like freshly debuted groups achieving more awards than NCT), add to it the loom of enlistment over male idols. Fortunately, in comparison to poor Taeil, and even Taeyong to a degree, Doyoung lucked out with the debut time window. I'm really happy for him and for his fans.

I also suppose that he got a full album because he found those additional 3 songs himself (one he wrote, one from Lucy's guy, maybe Kenzie's or the one with Mark can be counted as the 3d). As it is less about money, and more about finding enough of good songs that can go together. The songs were collected over a long time as well (Tae had less than a year after Shalala).

I said before that I don't find idol Jaehyun interesting, he is bland to me. (His real self I'm sure I will like, what's with the love for arts, old things and jazz). Doyoung is a different case, but mostly because I invest in knowing him and see past his fake facade of a cute trembling bunny. The real Doyoung is tenfold more charming than his idol image that he developed over the years in apprehension of antis and not his NCT fans. After his shift in image (from savage) there always was a difference between what he allowed to show being in a group setting with other 127 members versus his communication with his own fans. With his fans he was more honest (Doyoung/Dongyoung divide, fake boyfriend pictures, etc). And as a soloist he is even more sincere. I'm looking forward to seeing him open up in those interviews (he will never be not self-censored, but still).

I thought yesterday about Doyoung's words about standing out. To me, he is a more unusual and rare individual than even Taeyong. I guess "tortured artist" is a well-explored personality, heh. There are many of them in the industry. Meanwhile a "tribal chief" could be more often found behind the scenes, not on the pop-stage. And if they exist, they are not "seen". The idol culture exposes artists, shows them from many sides, it is very different from how pop-scene is elsewhere.

Real Doyoung gives off a lot of energy. Active positive energy. Many idols are a subject of desire (sex appeal), adoration (cuteness) or empathy ("mistreatment"), not many are "class presidents" (Hanbin seems to be one, btw), those who push you.

I'm sorry, I'm rambling, but Do's chant guide cracked me up. It heavily reminded me how he persuaded his class to participate in a choir competetion and led them to win it.

Doyoung: "Repeat after me. You all emit light, you are all fireflies and stars, you are all kind and meant for great things. You are my support, I'm your support. If I can do it, you can do it. Do like me, do better than me. Sing with me."

[hshouse]

Hi, I’ve been follow you for a while and I admire you for your perseverance and focus, how did you know what did you want to do? I have a job that I tolerate and I studied something I thought I liked and still like the possibilities of it, but I’m just lost I don’t know what I want or what I’m good at, sorry to drop this on you, I have too much anxiety and I just can’t make myself give the next step. I hope things work out with the shy dude, good day!

Hi bby,

Oh hiiiii. I appreciate that. I had no idea what to do either. Not even a clue of the general area I’d end up at. When I had to decide, I worked backwards from the life I knew I wanted. I wanted money, an intellectually hard job, and job security. Those were essential to the life I wanted for myself. I was willing to sacrifice years (like get a degree), work/life balance, and being like IN LOVE w a job. So from this, I kinda found my job. I ended up LOOOOVING it. I think I love it because it meets my desires so it is easy to love the topic.

About fighting inertia and taking the next step, that comes very naturally to me so it is hard to explain. But my brain thinks of it this way. I don’t complain and hate feeling like I want to complain. So, I have two options: either work to love where I am or work to change it. Thats it. In my head you don’t truly hate where you are if you are willing to not do anything about changing it. Staying still and being unhappy is a cop out. I’m not saying you can change your life over night. You cant. But you can sit down and start thinking about whats next, outlining steps and preparing.

Another thing is that you gotta be the kid that doesn’t eat the marshmallow (google the marshmallow test if you dont know). You gotta have delayed gratification which means being willing to continuously put in work without getting any reward because you know a bigger reward will come. The things that are happening to me now were planned literally five years ago. Again this is easy for me because I think: If I work hard these 5 years I’m going to reap the benefits for THE REST OF MY LIFE. Easy choice.

Overall, my last advice is to just fake confidence. Like. Fake it. You dont need to feel it. Apply to jobs/schools you dont think you are qualified for. Do stuff you dont feel 100000% prepared for.

Good luck!

[muzdiir]

i am looking at jobs & getting super stressed lmao. i sometimes think i simply cannot work, regardless of the fact that i want to? like, if i were to be given a job, i could do it, but the actual process of looking for job, applying to job, answering the phone for a call back, doing an interview, learning the ropes at said job, & then also interacting with customers is an insurmountable task for me.

& it's really frustrating bc i've worked before!!! i've done all that stuff before!!! why can't i fucking get past this stupid obstacle & do it again???

& its rly frustrating to talk to my therapist about this stuff bc it feels like he doesn't believe me, or at least he doesn't believe the extent of my anxiety about this shit. i feel like he keeps trying to treat me/approach therapy from the same place i was at last year, but i've regressed horribly since then & feel like i'm back where i was 10 years ago (unable to go to school or find a job or even leave the house bc of anxiety).

like i know with how much i complain about my therapist means i should probably find a different one at this point. i'm worried that i'm jumping the gun tho, that i'm just not willing to put in the hard work (which is what my therapist is making me feel like lmao) to persevere & work with him.

he also does this thing probably at least once every session where i eventually get to a "everything is awful & it will always be, i cannot figure out how to pull myself out of this pit" point, he asks "are you planning on firing me anytime soon?" which i know logically is him trying to reassure me that he's here for as long as i need him, but i can't help but interpret it wrong, instead taking it as a fun form of manipulation. bc he says this, i feel like i can't find another therapist bc i always respond that no, i'm not going to fire him.

i want to pull my brain out & smear it on the ground

#ranting about job situation #& also therapy situation lmao

[divinefeminine-card]

Hello i here for the free tarot reading, if you still open, my question is who is my future husband or something about him ?

She/her

My inicials are SB

My sign is pisces

Thank you for your time

Hey love 🤍

Cards: 7 of Pentacles, 2 of Wands, Judgement, Death ♾️ Rebirth, The World, 4 of Swords.

He will be someone who is really patient. He might have this serene look on him constantly, especially while he is focusing on something, some work. He will be hardworking and filled with perseverance.

He knows what he has got and is dedicated towards it! He works step by step, bit by bit, constantly. Definitely a consistent person who puts lots of effort.

He would work away from his hometown, situated away from him home. He would miss his home a lot at times, longing to be with his family. His works stops him from doing so, not that he complains, he loves his work. He might be someone curiosity about the world in general as well. How it works, moves, so on and so forth. A colour to represent him would be orange. A sift orange with dash of pink. Think of sunset. He might have travelled a lot in childhood.

He will like meditation, he would be in tune with his inner world. He is a seeker to it. He seeks growth and answers. He is fair and true to his words. He might have a lean figure. He has gentle aura as well. Someone who is comforting and caring to others. He might like rain too? Or you do? I am not sure with this, take it as you will.

He is a kind of person who goes constantly through various transformations, going through different cycles. Changing himself. He can definitely accommodate according to situation. He will be a diplomat.

He is kinda a know-it-all. He knows stuff. You did be bringing up any random topic and he might have researched about it long ago. He is a happy and full-filled person. He is kinda calculative as well.

He can overwork himself a lot, so, rest would be something extremely important to him. Not in a way he would rest a lot, bit rather, others would advise him to do so because of his tendency to throw himself completely into one task, working tirelessly.

Have a nice day and don't forget to leave a feedback love 🤍☺️

#tarot reading #free tarot reading #palak reads #free readings

[byeler]

6, 12, & 22 C:

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

oh my god i am going to run out of things. okay

physical

ummmm i never had to have braces but my teeth are still pretty straight. that's cool i think

i have a nice stomach and a strong core!!! i'm great at ab exercises!!

my jawline is very strong and i love my profile

non-physical

i'm a really good cook!!

i can make jokes and find humor in any situation which keeps me from ever being too stressed

i have a 1070 day streak on duolingo. i’m still really bad at spanish but i persevere

12. how are you?

i'm okayyyy i had dinner with my parents which is always a Time but overall not too bad!! they made imitation red lobster cheddar biscuits so honestly i can't complain about anything

22. what would you say to your future self?

sorry i still don't know shit about investing money lmfao. hope you've figured it out by now babe!!

#number six is killinggggg me #thank you taron!! #ask games

[betweenthetimeandsound]

Daniela Bustamante on Endurance: Tehachapi

Another contestant who represented what Endurance: Tehachapi was all about, Daniela came into the show as a superfan, and provided one of the most compelling arcs across all six seasons.

She had a liking for Michael, and wanted him for a partner. But when Chris won the partner selection and got to select the Purple Team, he put her with Jonathan, messing up the agreed pairing. This shocked her, but her reaction afterwards--taking it in earnest and opening herself up to working with him--honestly made me smile.

The Purple Team was seen as the underdogs due to their small statures, but within a couple of episodes, they won "Raft Pull" (albeit by within five feet!) and had a hold on the game thanks to their alliance with Green. However, they had a major setback with getting automatically sent to Temple after coming in last during a mission, but they bounced back nevertheless.

While Daniela wasn't wrapped up in the intrigues of Tehachapi (she wasn't as close to Green as Jonathan was, as well as not intervening in Hang 5), she still had solid character development through her time on the show. Not only in how she worked with Jonathan, but also how she grew in challenges; the standout was with how she held on in "Circle of Trust" despite complaining about how her hands were "destroyed" throughout (she still lost, but put up a great effort).

One of my friends, @trueblueismycolor, wrote a really good analysis of her on the Endurance Rankdown a few years ago, which I quote partially here:

"she really encompassed what Endurance was all about and she made a connection with the viewers. She was, in a way, one of us in the fact that she was a superfan who got her dream to go on the show. She didn't receive the partner she wanted, but she made up for it with the way she worked with Jonathan...and showing off her perseverance...Overall despite the fact that she didn't get many story lines per se, I feel like E4 would have been really different if she wasn't there.

You could make a case for any of the top three of Tehachapi to win it all. And while I love Erika and am happy for the fact she won, thanks to Daniela and her partnership with Jonathan, Purple winning would've made for a better ending for the season.

#endurance #endurance tehachapi #e4 #endurance 4 #discovery kids #endurancedk #daniela bustamante #purple team #tehachapi mountains #reality television #reality tv #throwback #her gratefulness of getting jonathan as a partner will always touch me #pity they haven't kept in touch #she has such a wonderful presence #purple winning cubed in under a minute is an underrated endurance moment #jeszie's mouth when daniela was paired >>>