#i woke up at 7 fucking pm today

[troglobite]

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#me multiple times yesterday: so we can play the game [til the last gasp] tomorrow? #my mom: yeah #me: [wakes up at my normal time] [goes to her room] okay so i'm gonna eat & then we can play afterward? #her: oh i have 500 things to do today including heavy lifting n shit in the garage #her: i thought we'd play like tonight #me: you mean after doing all of that stuff getting tired then wanting to make dinner? after which you'll be too tired to play? #her: well no! it'll be fine #me: just forget it. #her at 7 pm: i'm showered and done #me currently playing acnh: okay? #her exactly 25 fucking mins later: starts making dinner #then we eat #and then she starts falling asleep #by that point it's 9:30 #then we have a fucking ARGUMENT bc i didn't miraculously appear at #fuck typing tags on mobile idk where i am WHATEVER #acting like it's MY FAULT that we didn't play today when i ASKED #why the fuck did she think she could play after all that? #now it's fucking 10:30 and she HASNT napped bc apparently i PISSED HER OFF SO MUCH she WOKE UP #i'm just so fucking irritated #like i'm sorry but this game is complicated & she takes an hour to read SIMPLE game directions #there is literally no fucking chance it would've gone quickly or smoothly & she's too tired #SHE was the one who suggested playing then said she COULD and she COULDNT

[welcometogrouchland]

Okay so I am. freakishly tired

#ramblings of a lunatic #had enough energy to make breakfast and draw today but ohhh my god i did not have time for much else #i am NOT fucking truckin rn i am broken down at the pitstop. i am nodding off at the wheel #it's not that bad but. actually no fuck that sentence i just said this is awful and it's only 7 pm but i wanna sleep #hhgghhhhhh feel like I got put in a meatgrinder what is going ON in here rn #like okay i know I stayed up kinda late and woke up a bit earlier but that can't possibly cause tje kind of repercussion i am facing rihjt?

[freesomebodybyluna]

I'm saur tired

#my hot water has been coming out brown since sunday & the guy came yesterday & checked it out while i was running errands #w my friend (who i miss already!!!) and today he came in the morning to actually fix it but i didnt notice until a few hrs had #passed after he left that the heater had no been fixed bc ive been dealing w facking cramps since yesterday #so i called until almost 5 pm & he came back to see that something hadnt been closed properly?? idk he was speaking fast in spanish #and I'd been in bed dying all day #so he was like check again in like an hr & I'll come back tmrw in the morning again to check #so i ended up boiling the cold water & showering like that which wasnt the bad part #the bad part was that the last thing little ol me would wanna do on her period is have to crouch in the tub in order to shower when my #cramps have been trying to kill me all day but i was dying to shower i felt so nasty 🥲 #and it sucks that all my close friends have either left already or wont be back until like next week otherwise i wouldve gone to one of #their apts to shower:( #also my dishes have piled up i hate it here #dl #poor guy he saw me come out this morning w my hair all fucked up & clearly looking like the bell woke up me up but i literally woke up at 5 #w awful cramps & didnt go back to sleep until like 7 am 😭 #idk why my cramps this month have been making my legs cramp as well #also im so scared im gonna wake up sick tmrw every once in a while i have to hack up my lungs

[moralesmilesanhour]

if you believe in me - 01

summary: You and Miles decide to make it official. Kind of. wc: 763 warnings: none a/n: I love setting my characters up for failure <3

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Miles hadn't texted you at all since the kiss, but not for lack of trying.

He would begin to type out a message:

"hi".

No, too empty. Perhaps a bit creepy. 

Backspace.

"hey :)"

Would you expect him to use smiley faces? No, it felt too different to how he spoke in real life. Backspace.

Maybe he should rip a page out of his classmates' playbook. It always seemed to work for them when he peered over at their screens.

"wyd?"

He frowned at his phone in bewilderment. Why would he ask that all of a sudden with no context? 

Backspace. 

"Hey, Y/N! Just checking in to see how you're doing."

Miles mentally cursed himself when he realized how much the text sounded like an email.

He flopped down onto his bed in defeat, and checked his digital alarm clock. 7:30 pm. He had been sitting there for an entire half hour and could hardly get a greeting out, probably leaving you to wonder why the boy who had literally kissed you last week couldn’t be bothered to send a text. 

Miles knew that today would be special when his phone alarm actually woke him up - and from a dreamless sleep, at that. Normally the sun would practically blind him after the curtains were thrown open by his mother, yelling frantically about how he was going to be late in half an hour. The sky was miraculously just turning a periwinkle blue outside, and the possibility of actually getting breakfast seemed within reach for once.

Miles squinted to read the menu above him. Ordering a spicy beef patty before 8 in the morning sounded like a poor dietary decision, so he went with a bacon egg and cheese sandwich like everyone else. As soon as he backed up from the counter, he made the mistake of glancing to his right at the fridge containing drinks on the other side of the bodega, and his stomach dropped.

Your jacket was instantly recognizable, even from a mile away.

Miles threw on his hoodie and shuffled over to the aisle behind him, where he pretended to be preoccupied with a container of instant coffee while trying to keep his face covered. When he saw movement in his periphery, he ducked his head and inched his way towards the freezer that contained his prized can of Arizona tea. He was about to reach for the handle, just inches away from success, when your voice stopped him:

“Morales?!? Where the hell have you been?”

Fuck.

“Hey,” Miles gave you a tight smile as he turned slowly to face you. “How…how are you?”

“I’m good,” you nodded, before lightly smacking him in the arm. “Haven’t heard from you in a minute, though. Why I ain’t catch you in class?”

The boy shrugged. “I dunno. Still in the same seat every day. Maybe you just missed me.”

As he said this, Miles recalled seeing you in the cafeteria while making his way upstairs  the other day and ducking behind a trash can before your eyes could meet. You having gone back to your regular seat in AP Calc made avoidance even easier; he could simply time when he went over to his seat, a small crowd of students providing ample cover.

“Chopped cheese!” a man called out from the front, interrupting his thoughts.

“That’s me,” you said with a grin. 

“”Bacon egg and cheese!”

“And that’s me,” Miles replied as he spun around to retrieve his order, making sure to leave room for you to pass behind him after grabbing your sandwich.

Once outside, he realized that you were staring at him. Not just in passing, but expectantly. Was he meant to do something?

“What?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“You like me, right?”

“I-um…yeah,” Miles’ eyes darted away from your face. “I don’t think I’d kiss anybody I didn’t like.”

“Don’t get smart with me, you didn’t text me at all afterwards. I was starting to get the wrong impression!”

He snorted, “Well, now you’ve got the right one.”

“Sooo…” you tilted your head. “Does that mean we’re like, a thing now?”

He tensed at the suggestion. ‘A thing’. You’d think it was obvious what that meant, but what did it really mean in tenth grade? Sit at home and kiss a lot? 

But your smile began to falter the longer he took, and the sight stung him.

“I guess we are,” Miles finally replied. He looked down. “What are you doing?”

“Holding your hand, duh!”

He let you intertwine your fingers with his, tentatively squeezing them in return.

#miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x black!reader #miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles x reader #moralesanhour

[iravesh]

9 PM, Linkon City.

Zayne had just returned from work and came in a little short of breath because he was tired. He saw you asleep on the sofa and approached you slowly, he looked at you gently and caressed your cheek.

You woke up, seeing the figure you were waiting for had arrived. With your eyes still slightly closed, you stroked his cheek and pulled Zayne's tie.

You : "i miss you.."

Zayne : "is that the reason why you pulled my tie?”

You : "I didn't mean it, it's because I wanted to say it slowly. otherwise, snowie will be jealous."

You pointed at the snowman on the nightstand. Zayne just realized that there were two empty cans of alcohol on the table. He shook his head slowly then lifted your body.

Zayne : "so, someone is waiting for me but she is also drunk."

You : "did you forget? tomorrow is our one year wedding anniversary. that's why I celebrated it, usually you come home at 7 but because I've been waiting for a long time you didn't come, I celebrated it alone."

You were ready to cry, but before that happened Zayne kissed your lips as he laid you down on the bed. There was a small smile on his face before he pulled the blanket over you.

Zayne : "that's tomorrow, but you're drunk today."

You : "hehehe"

Zayne got up to take off his tie and change clothes, he was too tired to shower so he only intended to change clothes. however, he looked back realizing you undress and remove all the cloth from your body, you are naked. His eyes heated up as did his cheeks, he looked away then cleared his throat.

You : "i haven't showered yet, will you take a shower with me?"

Zayne : "i.. hmm.."

You : "come on."

He approached you and holding your hand, you two walked into the bathroom and you turned on the shower. he set the warm temperature to be comfortable when bathing.

You : "why are you like a tomato? Your whole face is red."

Zayne : "you are drunk, a person's vision can be wrong when they are drunk. i'll give you hangover medicine after this."

You : "i'm not drunk anymore, i know someone is blushing now."

You put your arms around his neck and looked at him under the warm water. he hugged your waist and looked at you intensely. a spark of passion coiled around the two of you.

You : "Zayne.. i.."

Zayne : "..."

Without warning, Zayne corners you against the wall slowly and presses his body against yours. You can feel his warmth, he touches your cheek and down your chest. his every touch drives you crazy, he kisses every inch of your body and licks your nipples gently.

You : "mmh.. zayne, i.."

Zayne : "you made me.. sorry.."

You : "i-i mean, don't stop."

Zayne glanced, he continued his activities. driving you crazier and crazier, your hands tangling in his hair as he reached your beautiful spot. After licking it several times, he stood up straight again and looks at you, whisper something to you.

Zayne : "if we shower at this time it will be useless, so choose whether you want to shower or me?"

You : "i can have both if i want to, but i choose only you."

Zayne : "i don't like water distrub you and me right now, can we move? to bed.."

You nodded, letting him carry you and head to the bed. he lays you down slowly, opening your crotch wider and looking at you from below. he went back to licking your beautiful spot and inserted his finger slowly.

Zayne : "In the world of health, warming up is very necessary so that our body's nerves and muscles are not shocked when we do the core part."

You : "stop discussing about the world of health, just fuck me."

Zayne : "as you wish."

He finished with his fingers and slid his own inside you. Your body seemed to be shocked and jolted strongly, he gently caught your body and hugged you tightly. he stopped, felt guilty because he saw you sighing in pain.

You : "don't stop, i'm okay.."

Zayne: "Are you sure?"

You : "Zayne, i love you."

Zayne : "you know that i always adore dan love you more."

He started moving again after you nodded and kissed him. you spent the night with courtesy and warmth, also you rubbed his head and enjoyed his movements.

You : "ahh.. mmh.. ahh.."

Zayne : "call my name."

You : "mmh.. why should i do it? ahh.."

He thrust his cock deeper, swinging quickly and satisfyingly. Hearing your moans getting louder, he also becomes more enthusiastic about taking his cock out and inserting it.

You : "AHHH.. ZAYNE.. MMHH.."

Zayne smirks. He was satisfied hearing the call of his name from her sweet lips, before finally he kissed you and hugged you again. He also whispered.

Zayne : "You look more beautiful right now."

#zayne #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace #zayne x you #zayne x y/n #zayne x reader #zayne smut #loveanddeepspace smut #smut #the delulu is deluluing #delulu #warning #18+ only #18+ blog #18+ content

[sturniol0s]

DARE. MATT STURNIOLO

part 3

matt x fem!reader

a harmless prank wont hurt right?

warnings- use of y/n, swearing, kissing, use of weed and alcohol again😭

a/n: i dont know if this is good or not.

matts pov

i wake up at around 2:13 am and see y/n in my bed.

oh my fucking god, i just had sex with the girl i got dared to date. i didn’t think it would go this far.

i run down stairs to chris and nick.

“guys” i say as i tap on chris’s and nicks shoulder.

“what?” chris ask

“omg did u guys have sex?” nick asks

“um, maybe” i reply

“WHAT” chris and nick yell

“don’t yell, shes upstairs” i say

“how did it happen?” nick asks

i explained the situation to them

“i didn’t know it would get this far, i just wanted her to come over to smoke” i explain to them

“it was a mistake i shouldnt have told her to come over” i say as they listen

y/n’s pov

i wake up to see matt gone. i get up and put my clothes on, i was planning on jump scaring matt in the living room, as i was going down the stairs i hear matt.

“i just wanted her to come over to smoke. it was a mistake i shouldnt have told her to come” as he says that i can feel tears rush down my face. i sneakily get out through the front door with out him noticing.

i call my friend to pick me up.

“hey madi, can you pick me up?” i say as i sniffle

“yeah, of course. where are you?” she asks

“im outside the sturniolo’s house..” i reply

“okay, im on my way”

i see a car pull up to the front of their house.

“oh my god, what happened?” she asks as she puts a strand of my hair behind my ear

i explain what happened between me and matt.

“im so sorry that happened to you. he doesn’t deserve you” she says trying to comfort me

matts pov

i go upstairs to see that she isn’t here. fuck, shes already gone. i grab my phone from my pocket to text her

texts messages

today, 1:27 am

Me: Im here!

Y/n: okay, give me a minute to get outside

Me: No, i mean im at your front door.

today, 5:53 am

Me: hey, you didnt say goodbye?

*read*

she left me on read. the first time she actually done that, usually she would answer as fast as she could.

after scrolling through my phone for a little while. i start to feel tired even though i just woke up. i fall asleep.

“matt, matt MATT” nick yells

“what?” i say half asleep

“get dressed, we gotta go to an event” he tells me

“10 more minutes” i beg

“no, get up” he says

i check my phone to see the time, 7:04 pm, but instead something else catches my attention. i get a notification from instagram that someone posted, it was a photo of y/n, madi and her friends at a party. i check the name to see it was posted by y/n.

i throw on a black t-shirt and a zip up, along with a pair of baggy jeans.

at the event

i heard a voice behind me and turned around, i turned to see a girl from freshman year of high school. i decided to take a picture with the girl for my instagram, as chris was about to take the picture she pulled me into a kiss. i saw her at the event. and somehow i find my self inviting her over to my house. she brought weed and alcohol with her.

we went to a room and she smoked it with me. she pulls me in to a kiss. suddenly i started getting deja-vu of when me and y/n did weed and had sex, but all the weed and alcohol had already token over.

the way her hands tugged through the curls in my hair in ways i’ve never felt as i lay her on my bed. everything about this girl is different. she the complete opposite of y/n.

my lips find hers in a kiss. i don’t even know her name.

i find my self siting between her legs, kissing her chest as she lifts her hips for me to grip the back of her jeans and take it off. her clothes find a home with all out other clothes on the floor.

before we do anything else she takes my dick in her mouth. her lips wrap around my shaft as she messily bobs her head. smothering it with spit as she trys to take more.

i let out a loud groan as i push her head deeper, fucking her throat. she continues to gag. her legs are open, and from this angle i can see how wet she is.

i fuck her mouth as i lean over her, rubbing her clit and watching her squirm. it gives me a sense of control.

i tease my tip at her entrance as i dig around for a condom. she opens her legs for me. i put the condom on and push into her without a warning, listening to her cry beneath me.

eventually we would switch so she was on top, she would ride me, nothing i’ve ever had before.

what the fuck am i doing?

“matt, im gonna cum!” she screams, snapping me back to reality.

i slap her ass.

i keep thinking about y/n while fucking the girl.

her cum drips around my cock.

“did you finish?” she asks

“yeah” i reply, ripping the condom off and tossing it in the trash as she puts her clothes on and leaves.

i cant get y/n out of my mind.

y/n pov

after madi picked me up she dropped me off home

“you sure your okay?” she asks

“yeah im fine i just need to be alone right night” i reply

“alright, text me if you need me to come over” she says as she smiles and drives away

i walk into my apartment complex and get in the elevator. i turn my phone on to see a notification from matts instagram. as im waiting for the elevator to go up i collapse on to the floor crying.

why was he kissing another girl?

the voice him calling us a mistake kept repeating in my head.

a couple days later

madi set me up on a date with a guy she saw on tinder. she clearly didn’t tell me that she made me a tinder account, the date was held at a restaurant.

im currently getting ready. im wearing a short black dress with heels.

at the date, the guy seemed nice he just wasn’t him. i knew what i was looking for, even though matt called us a mistake he probably didn’t mean it, right?

part 4?👀

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[miistymemorii]

One Day Off

pairing: josh kiszka x reader

summary: you are worried about how hard josh has been working, so you convince him to stay in bed all day.

rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

warnings: a little angst, snuggly/domestic fluff, p in v smut, oral (m/f recieving), slight fdom, dirty talk, face sitting, cowgirl 

a/n: I finished this at 4 am dear fucking lord

You had always known that Josh Kiszka was a stubborn man. Even when you were just friends, you had been keen to the signs that he was overexerting himself, always trying to do for others like it was his life mission. When you had gotten a cold, he insisted he come over and nurse you back to health, even though you knew he’d most likely get sick himself, which he did. He called you from the road, and you could tell when he sounded exhausted or scratchy in the voice. You would coax him into talking about his problems, which led to him ranting about how he felt like his voice was going, or how he had to perform with migraines, all because he just wanted to make people happy with his gift of music. Countless times it had taken everything in you to get him to open up about his own stresses, and every time you had been more than happy to help in any way possible. He was a giver, a lover, someone willing to give his entire being for the joy of others. You loved him for it, but sometimes you wondered whether or not it would cause him to burn out.

You had picked him up from the airport at 5 am, but he had insisted on going to the studio at 7 with the band to work. You, of course, had insisted that he needed to rest, having just come home from a strong of oversea shows. He had given you a gentle forehead kiss and promised he would be home for dinner. When it turned 7 o’clock, you started dinner, making Josh’s favorite pasta and even baking brownies for after. You waited after the food was all done, but time kept passing. When you glanced at the clock and saw it was almost 10 pm, you heart sunk. You quickly put the food away and got ready for bed, brushing your teeth and even re-showering despite having showered before going to pick Josh up, anything to pass the time and bring the man you love back to you. When you came out of the steamed bathroom, there was no sign of Josh. It was nearing 11 and you knew he’d be upset with himself if you waited up for him, so you tucked yourself into bed, clinging to the edge of his pillow and hoping sleep would come soon enough for you to wake up with Josh in your arms.

Thankfully, sleep did come quickly, and you woke up the next morning to Josh clinging to your side, his face buried against your neck. You smiled and reached over, turning to face him. He was sound asleep, his mouth slightly agape. You sighed happily and reached out to gently stroke his cheek. His nose twitched and his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he started to wake up. His eyes opened barely, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.

“G’morning mama.” He rasped. His arms reached out to envelope you, pulling you even closer to him, your legs slotting against his.

You leaned your face in a little, snuggling your nose against his. “Hi honey. Sleep good?”

He nodded slowly and took a deep breath, his eyes closing again. He started rubbing gentle circles into your back, which almost made you want to fall back asleep.

Almost.

“What time did you come home baby?” you whispered.

His eyes opened again, this time more so. “I... uh, like around 3, I think.”

You sighed and took his face into your hands. You locked eyes with him and said in a gentle, but firm tone, “I want you to rest today.”

You expected him to put up a fight. He always did, albeit a gentle one, one that made you cave in every time. Instead, he gulped, and he closed his eyes again, shifting his body downward to slow himself where his face was secured snugly into your chest. You giggled lightly, wrapping your arms a little tighter against him. After a while, you could feel him fall back asleep. You let one of your arms slowly fall away from him, reaching behind you to grab your phone, checking the time. It was only 8 am, so you decided to fall back asleep. 

When you woke up again, your arms were empty again. Your eyes shot open, and you sighed loudly, a little disappointed. That feeling went away when you heard the bathroom sink turn on. You sat up a little in bed, a smile forming on your face as you called out for Josh.

The bathroom door opened, and Josh peeked his head out. He had a smear of partially dissolved toothpaste across his bottom lip, which made your chest bloom with adoration. He gave you a goofy smile before nodding his head back towards the bathroom before disappearing into it again. You reached for the tv remote and put on an episode of a show you had started while Josh had been overseas. He emerged a few minutes later, and you were more relieved to see he was still in his pajama pants. He yawned and quickly snuggled himself back under the covers. You lifted your arm up and he secured a spot against your side, humming contently to himself as he inhaled your scent. Your hand mindlessly stroked Josh’s arm for a few more episodes, before he tugged your hand upward in an attempt to get your fingers against his scalp. Your arm wasn’t quite long enough, the awkward angle making you gently shake your wrist out of Josh’s grasp. 

You pat your lap and coo to Josh, “Come over here.”

He obliges, rolling over onto his front and nestling against your abdomen. His arms crept under your oversized night shirt, clinging to your back as you gently wrapped your own legs around his middle. Your fingers found their way into his hair, and as you began to soothingly run your fingers against his scalp, Josh let a soft sigh of relief. Your hands wandered, rubbing at his head, his shoulders, the parts of his upper back you could reach. Your heart sunk a little as you came across knots and tension in his muscles, the painful reminder of just how hard he worked. 

After an hour, you figured Josh had fallen asleep, but suddenly he popped his head up from your stomach. You grinned as you looked down into those baby-cow brown eyes of his, still hooded with exhaustion. 

Your smile turned into a smirk when his hands traveled out from your shirt, tugging at the hem slightly. “Need something?”

“Can you take your top off?” Josh said quietly.

Your hands cradled his face. “Can you ask nicely, hmm?”

Josh gulped, and you caught the slightest movement of his hips grinding down into the bed. “Please can you take your top off?” He said sweetly.

You gently helped him sit back and you removed your top. You expected him to instantly dive against your chest, but he sat back patiently. You noticed a slight slump in his shoulders, and that pang of pity struck you again. Josh’s eyes flickered from your face to your breasts then down to your legs. He began to move to the hem of your panties, but you grabbed his wrists and stopped him. You shook your head at the confused look on his face. Instead, you reached over and grabbed his shoulders, tugging him gently towards the pillows, signaling him to lie down.

Josh, ever the pleaser, followed your guidance and laid on his back, his curls laying softly against the pillow. You straddled him then leaned forward, your nose grazing his. “Let me take care of you today, hmm?”

His breath was quick and heavy against yours, but he nodded, and you gave him a small kiss before moving lower down the bed. Your hands glided over the skin of his chest, down to his tummy, where you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the area right below his belly button. he groaned softly, his hands gripping the bedsheets. You hooked your fingers past the hem of his sweatpants to the hem of his boxers, pulling them down all together. He lifted his hips to help you remove his pants, and you pressed soft kisses against his hips bone, which caused him to release more soft sounds from those beautifully sinful lips you loved so much. You took a moment to pull away from his skin to admire his cock, resting half hard against his thigh.

You noticed a twitch in his thigh. You looked up and saw Josh staring at you with pleading eyes. “Please... touch me, kiss me, let me touch you... anything.” Josh begged. 

You shook your head, shutting him up by wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking him at a painfully slow pace. “Joshy... listen to me. You work so, so hard, and I am always going to be proud of you. But today, just this once, I need you to let go. Let me work for you, hmm? Let me help you relax, even if it’s just for a few hours.”

Josh chuckled, a laugh cut off by your movements around his cock quickening ever-so-slightly, your thumb swiping against the tip. Still, he weakly joked, “A few hours? Hardly sounds like relaxing to me. Not that I mind-”

“Josh, darling?”

“Yes, honey?” he said back in a teasing tone.

“Shut up.” You said with a smirk before immediately diving down and wrapping your lips around his cock. He groaned loudly at the contact, his hands gripping the bedsheets even tighter. You suckled at his tip for a few moments, your hand still keeping a steady pace stroking at him. You and Josh knew each other’s bodies well, and you knew each other’s sexual cues. When you were ready to cum, when you needed more, when you needed less, everything. It made every sexual interaction between the two of you absolute bliss, which was another one of the countless reasons why the two of you knew you were made for each other. It was something you had never had with another partner and something the both of you knew you would never find again. You worked your mouth down his cock, though the both of you knew you could go deeper. You increased the movement of your hand, which caused Josh’s breathy moans to increase into louder groans and whines. Your name tumbled softly past his lips in contrast to the way he groaned when you finally fully took him down your throat, your hand stopping at the base of his cock and squeezing. He let out a strangled shout, his hands flying to the back of your head before quickly pulling back, unsure of his own movements. As your tongue flatted against his cock, your head bobbing up and down, you took your free hand and grabbed his, returning it to the back of your head as a sign that he could hold you there. His fingers tightened in your hair, the slight pull providing a pleasurable sting that only egged you on. You could feel the way his cock was twitching, his body thrashing restlessly from under you as you sped up your movements, your hand abandoning his cock all together to grip his thighs, digging your fingernails in just enough to return the pleasurable pain he was giving you. That’s another thing you loved about sex with Josh: the giving and receiving. It was all the same, you did for him what he did to you and vice versa. 

“Oh my... god...” He breathed out, his voice airy from his heavy breathing. He tugged on your hair once more as the tip of your tongue managed to reach his base. “Please...” He pulled his hand up slightly in an attempt to pull you off his cock, confirming further that he was nearing his orgasm. You hummed against his cock, the vibrations causing his body to thrash upwards, which forced his cock impossibly deeper down your throat. Your hands rubbed up and down his thighs, wordlessly letting you know where he was and that you weren’t going to stop. “Fuck... fuckfuckfuck-” His cries increased in volume before he cut himself off as he came. You took all of it, of course, gripping his legs to keep them from accidentally knocking you off, Josh’s body thrashing wildly at his own climax.

When you finally pulled off of him, the both of you sighed in content. You sat back on your knees, watching as he came down from his high. His chest having, his face flushed his desire, his cock softening but still throbbing. His eyes had been closed, but he finally opened them and looked at you, a smile forming on his face. He extended his hand out to you, and you restraddled him, but not for any sexual reasons. You laid on top of him and he cradled your face, tucking a loose strand of hair out behind your ear. The two of you shared a tender kiss, albeit a short one as you both tried to catch your breath.

“I want to return the favor, my love.” He whispered against your lips. You shook your head and began to protest, but he shushed you. “No... please. I want it. I need it. You... you can come up here, sit on my face all pretty like you always do, hmm? You can completely be in control, move that pretty pussy against my tongue until you make yourself cum. Please...” He kissed your lips once more before hammering the final nail in the coffin that was your horny brain, “Use me. Use me to get off... please.”

And how could you say no to that, especially with the ache between your legs becoming too hard to ignore? You gave him one last kiss before fulfilling his request, shimmying out of your shorts and panties before straddling your knees on the sides of his legs. His tongue was out, anxiously awaiting to make contact with your heat. You gave him the prospect of one last out, telling him he could still say no, that the rest of the day could be spent with the two of you cuddling and eating junk food. But he insisted, not with words, but by the way his hands gripped your thighs and pulled you down against him. You gasped at the contact before your body kicked into autopilot, grinding down against him. His tongue lapped at you slowly, his grip on your thighs loosening as he remembered how little exertion you wanted him to give. Your own hands found solace in the headboard, using it to stabilize yourself as you ground down against his tongue.

“Fuck...” You whispered, your knuckles turning white at how hard you were gripping at the headboard.  You let out a string of pathetic whimpers as Josh’s tongue suckled at your cunt. He didn’t force your movements, instead guided you by catching onto your clit, your hips squirming but holding firm as he viciously sucked on your clit. “Josh... fuck, baby...”

It was his turn to hum against the most sensitive part of you, causing your body to jolt forward. He used his hands to pull you back down against him, completely burying himself against your cunt as your body’s movements became more erratic. Josh loved when you rode his face, and he usually brought you to an orgasm by putting in the most effort, babying you with both his tongue and as many fingers he could stuff inside you from underneath. You felt yourself quickly beginning to unravel, one of your hands threading in his hair as your orgasm washed over you, Josh’s tongue prodding inside your cunt as he lapped at your juices. Your legs shook as you quite literally rode out your orgasm, your chest heaving when you finally began to come down from it. You moved back slightly, hovering over his chest so that you could catch his eye again. He smiled up at you, his tongue dipping across his lower lip to clean up the mess you had left.

“You’re... amazing, you know that?” You said breathily, finally moving off of him.

You had figured that would be the end of it, but as you moved off the bed to fetch a small towel to clean up with, Josh’s hand grabbed at you once again. He yanked you back on top of him, causing you to giggle. His hands roamed your sides as he hummed in content, his eyes raking your body. “I don’t want to be done yet.”

Your eyebrow quirked, a small grin forming on your face. “Is that so? Did you forget the part where I said I didn’t want you to over-exert yourself?”

Josh rolled his eyes playfully then shot back, “I think we both know I’m a bad listener. Besides...” He sucked at his teeth before continuing carefully, “I think... there are ways, we can do it without me over-exerting myself. If... that’s really what you want-”

You kissed him again, “Baby, don’t worry. It’s okay, silly.” You ground down against his cock, which had already begun to recover. “Are you sure you don’t me to just suck you-”

“No, no... please. I want to be inside you. God, you know how abd I fucking want it. How much I love it. I can get what I want and I won’t have to work that hard for it... just like you want.” He flashed one of famous goofy smiles, then added, “Win-win for everyone.”

You shook your head with a chuckle, taking his cock in your hand and pumping him a few times before lifting your hips and sliding down onto him. You both groaned at the contact, your sounds melting together as you both took a moment to relish in the feeling. It hit you had long it had been since the two of you had been able to be like this, and it made you appreciate it even more. You were sure he felt the same, but he was the first to make a move, his thumb rubbing a gentle pattern into your hip as a soft signal to move. You obliged, obviously, and slowly began to ride him. His eyes were squeezed shut; his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as you moved. Your own eyes drifted closed as you focused on the slow, steady rhythm you had set, but they quickly flew open when you felt Josh’s hand make contact with your ass cheek, the smack cutting through the soft sounds the both of you had been making. 

You looked down at him with a quirked eyebrow, stopping your movements which caused him to whine. He gave you an apologetic smile, his cheeks reddening as he considered his action. “Mama, please... I don’t want soft and slow. Exhaust me, wear me out... you know I won’t break. This is what I want... please give it to me.”

Fuck.

The begging always got you, and you fulfilled his wishes, moving your hips quicker against him. He hissed but smiled, His head thrown back. You planted your hands down on his chest as you rode him, the feeling of his cock hitting the most sensitive parts of you quickly overwhelming you. He called out to you with every groan, moan, whine, and cry, which you returned with your own sounds. The symphony of proof of your shared pleasure was also met with the lewd sounds of your sexes moving against each other. It was beautiful, and for a brief moment you allowed your mind to wander, thinking back to all those times Josh had cuddled you, playing with your hair as he went on and on about the beauty of the sexual pleasure the two of you had shared. He was always going on and on with his poetic ramblings about every aspect of the love you had grown together, and you had always appreciated it, but in this moment, you understood what he meant. 

“Oh, fuck, baby... I’m almost there...” Josh groaned. His hands clung to your hips, assisting in your movements. He was restless, though, and he moved his hands to your shoulders, pulling your torso down against him to where your bare chests were touching. 

Your lips sought out his, whining against his mouth as your climaxes neared. Josh was rambling now, a slew of obscenities leaving his lips as he licked at your mouth, desperate for the most affection you could give him. He mumbled something against your lips, to which you gently prompted him to say what he was thinking. He finally managed to slur out, clearly too far pussy-drunk to form full sentences, “Inside.... please?”

You nodded and hummed, diving in for another kiss as the two of you reached your climaxes together. When you started to slow to a stop, a whine left Josh’s mouth, getting caught up against your lips, his hips desperately bucking up into you as he drained himself inside you. You let him stay inside, even after you had stopped moving and the two of you had caught your breaths. 

Josh’s hands went to cradle your face. “My sweet, special girl...” He whispered, making your heart ache a little. He still sounded exhausted, and for a moment your mind went back to why you had insisted on resting today in the first place. He caught onto your worry, of course, and was quick to comfort you. “Thank you, baby, so, so much. You are so fucking amazing, that was so fucking amazing.”

You smiled down at him, tilting your face to kiss the inside of his palm. “Thank you, Joshy, you were too.”

“Pssht, I barely did anything-”

“Untrue, you dork. I just... wanted you to relax. And yeah, the sex was amazing, but I want today just to be a day of peace. You deserve a day of rest, a day free from stress-”

He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing slightly in worry. “Oh, honey... my sweet girl. Always looking out for me. I promise I won’t leave this bed today. And neither will you. I know...” He let out a deep sigh, “I know I’ve been working a lot. And you know I hate being away from you, and I’m not trying to guilt you...” His eyes searched your face as his mind searched for the right words. 

You didn’t let him answer, because you understood that he understood. You hadn’t exactly had the intentions of getting him to say that he was overworking himself, you had just wanted a day off to rest. It was what he deserved and the both of you knew it, even if his hard-working spirit had made him push any feelings of self-soothing down. After a while you moved off of him, returning to your earlier position where he cuddled up to your side. You spent the day listening to music, watching Josh’s favorite movies, and, of course, making love to each other with as little effort as possible. At the end of the night the two of you laid tangled in each other’s arms, noses touching. 

“Thank you for today, darling.” Josh whispered to you. “I promise I’ll try and take it easier, okay? I could definitely use more days like these.

You nodded, rubbing your nose against his. You gave him one last kiss before whispering back, “Anytime, Josh.”

#josh x reader #josh kiszka #josh gvf #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka fanfiction #josh kiszka fic #GVF #gvf x reader #gvf smut #gvf fanfiction

[thecrazyone1990]

I'm home, but...

Just got home but I'm too tired to reply to the RPs.

For those who didn't see my last post, I had left for a wedding and had to drive eight hours to where we needed to go. It wasn't so bad, but...

Fuck, just so much shit.

The couple were doing everything at the last minute, had us going back and forth to pick up the stuff they forgot, and all this while it was pouring down rain along with a cold front. All on the wedding day.

Then, to add more salt to the wound, I was asked by the couple to get the stuff the bride needed from their car...outside in the rain...where they chose to have the reception around solid ground. Meaning, when it rains, it gets all muddy and filled with water. So, my feet got soaked and here's the kicker...

They didn't fucking have the stuff in the car. It was back at their house. 30 minutes away. I was like, hell no! I'm not driving back there like this! So, they had to improvise.

Thankfully, I haven't gotten sick, but we'll see. But we didn't get back to where we were staying till 2 am cause the couple asked us to help take the stuff they had at the reception to their place. So, I didn't get to go to bed till 3 am.

I then woke up at 7 and left at 9, then drove eight long hours (plus stops cause I brought my pup with me), and didn't get home till 7:45 pm. So, I'm running on fumes right now and planning to go to bed soon.

So, sorry for not getting to the responses today, but I promise I'll get them all tomorrow. Take good care and see you all tomorrow!!!

#I'm back #hello #rp #tomorrow #take care #good night

[babybulbasaur920]

part 3

Felix: So today i took my cold medicine right after i woke up, and it made me super tired. And, after seeing me fall asleep in my eggs, Rook gave me a red bull and said they would cancel each other out. Two seconds later it was 7 pm and i was sitting and eating dinner, with no recollection of the past 12 hours

Vil, who has accepted his soulmate is a total dumbass but cant deal with this one: sweet potato, sweetheart, darling, light of my life and glow in my heart, what the fuck?

#disney twst #funny #vil x oc #vil schoenheit #Felix Shovl #twst #twst incorrect quotes

[cowboy]

if you don’t mind me asking howd you fix your sleep? mines been fucked up my whole life so i’m always looking for solutions! also happy to see that you’re doing really well in general!!

Schedules!! Planners!! Calendars!! Self discipline 😵‍💫

And also, little things like genuinely stopping yourself from using your phone before bed. Like actually. Like say you will and then DO it. Some phones have a bedtime mode; I've been using that one and it turns my phone black and white when I say I'd like to sleep and it helps me just refocus my energy towards getting ready for bed on time.

Set consistent alarms ; I've been doing that for work (sleep around 11 pm and wake at 6:30 am) and I didn't have work today and my body still woke me up at 6:30 am without an alarm because your body just finds a pattern!

Also, sleep aids are necessary in starting off the good sleep schedule. Melatonin, Benadryl, Nyquil, any other OTC sleep aids (don't use certain ones if you have patterns of addiction) can force you to sleep on time and if you use them mildly for a short period of time you can start to naturally fall into that sleep pattern.

If you have days where you can't sleep on time, you can use them to fix that too. I stayed up til 1 am last night because of having fun so I changed my wakeup time to 8:30 am so I could sleep decently and have energy for today, but tonight imma sleep with my oxy from surgery* at 10:30 pm so I can fix my schedule for tomorrow and wake around 6:30/7 am :-)

*authors note: do not use pain meds for sleep aids. I have a really really low indication of addiction and am actually terrified of most drugs so I have been able to safely use them but don't do it!!!

#asks

[roo-ster-brad-shaw]

Desires in the Dark

A dark mafia romance between Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and female character

Warnings: Themes of torture, death, swearing, rough sex, sex without consent, kidnapping. Fluff and Smut. Suggested for those above 18 years of age.

Note: You can change the description and note of the fem character to match your needs. Most importantly enjoy reading all you filthy people 😉

PS: Sorry this a little less slutty than the last 2 chapters, but I wanted to post ASAP and didn't get time as I was travelling. Also, thank you for all the love and support! 😁

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning from the best sleep I had in years. I always had the most horrible nightmares every night, but this night had been dreamless or at least I thought so. I closed my eyes as I took a deep breath, her face appeared before mine. Had she been my freedom from my night terrors? I exhaled the breath I had been holding. My phone rang and I picked it up while staring at the street below.

“Hmm?”, I hummed absent mindedly.

“Get ready bitchass, I’ll be at your place in 15 minutes to pick you up. Ask your bodyguard to get ready too.”

“Only if you track a name for me”

“A name?”

“Aditi”

“That’s all ya got?”

“Mhmm”

“Fuck. Any description?”

“Dark-skinned. Straight, dark hair. Deep, brown, doe eyes.” I caught myself before I could get lost in describing her and in-advertently revealing my true intentions.

“I’ll get you what I got.”

“Fine”, I replied as I cut the phone. I shot a text to Seresin- Get ready. Phoenix is coming to get us in 15

Noted- Seresin texted back.

I bathed and changed into my usual work attire- a simple coloured shirt and a suit on top. Today’s colours would be red on the inside with black on the outside, it seemed. I quickly descended the stairs after setting my hair in place and grabbing my Ray Bans. Jake stood there wearing his usual attire.

“Good morning, sir. Hope your night was pleasant?”

“Yeah, thanks Seresin. How about you?”

I could see the surprise etched all over his face as he simply nodded in response.

“Hey, grab a set of casuals. You’ll need it today.”

“Alright, sir, if you say so.” He was confused but did as I commanded. He wasn’t so incompetent after all. I too headed upstairs to pack myself a different suit set as I decided what I should wear for today evening. I wanted to go for a classic tux to match her gorgeous red slit dress, one that I had seen a couple days back in the window of a shop. I packed that and headed downstairs with Seresin.

“Do me a favour. Get my black Huracan and go to that dress shop. The one owned by Liv. Buy a red slit dress in XXL size. Tell her I’ll pay the next time I come there. Then come back to the office and show me the dress immediately.”

“Alright, sir. But will you and Phoenix manage without me?”

“We’ll be just fine Seresin.” He headed off with a curt nod. I saw Natasha parked outside and headed off to meet up with her. I got into her car and we drove off.

She broke the silence by saying, “I found the girl.”

“Phone number? Address?”

“Everything”, she smirked, “The question is- why do you want to know?” I gritted my teeth and she hummed in response.

“She owes me something and I just wanna make sure I get my dues”

“Alright. I’ll send the details to you.” She had conceded. This was so unlike her; she never gave up so easily. But I chose to count my blessings and move on.

The day’s business moved on and I was just waiting for Hangman to show up with the dress. I wanted to give it to her as soon as possible. It was now 9:30 am, just one hour had passed since I started working and I already wanted to skip to 7 pm. I scrolled through my phone and found the number for the best restaurant in the city. I wanted to take her there, to show her the power I had. I wanted to impress her with all I had, with all my achievements. I wanted to give her no reason to see another man as better than me. But, would all this be enough? I sighed as I heard my door creak open.

“I have brought a dress, as requested, sir.”

“Thank you, Jake. I appreciate it.” He nodded and opened the package, revealing the gorgeous dress inside. It was red, as requested. I was short enough, reaching about knee-length for her height, which made up for the lack of a slit.

I lost myself in my thoughts, which mostly consisted of picturing her in the gorgeous dress. I imagined her, walking into the restaurant, her dark eyes searching for mine in the crowd. As she finds me, she’s surprised and I stand up and grin at her. She walks over and I notice her light makeup and delicate jewellery that she dons very effortlessly. She looks fucking gorgeous. I pulled her into a hug, inhaling her heavy perfume. My thoughts then took a dark turn. I was kissing her now, my wet kisses trailing down her neck. I left hickeys and bite marks as I inched towards her breasts. I could feel her pebble nipples. I gently massaged them from over the dress with one hand as the other inched lower to finger her pussy. It was wet and tight. I entered her as she gasped in response. She moaned my name and buried her head into my neck. Her hands snaked around my neck, trying to maintain her composure and posture. I could feel myself getting hard just imagining it.

“Sir, shall I pack it back up?” His words shook me out of my day dreaming. I hummed in response and nodded.

“Change into your casuals as well. I need us to run another errand.”

“Alright, sir.”

“And bring the dress with you.”

We were parked near her house now. I could see a dark window, which I guessed was hers. She hadn’t checked her phone by now. Suddenly I saw movement in the window. I pondered for a few moments, formulating a text message. I suddenly got a call from Phoenix. I picked it up, utterly surprised.

“Parked under her house?” I was completely taken aback! How did she know?!

“Are you tracking me Natasha?!” I was going to rip her fucking head off if she was.

“Yep”, she said defiantly.

“What the hell! What is wrong with you! Leave me the fuck alone!”

“If you need help texting her or talking to her, I’m here to help.”

“I don’t need your fucking help!”

“Remind me how many girls have you actually dated? Like taken somewhere, spent more than a night fucking?”

“One”

“Only one, that being me.” I saw Hangman’s eyes widen as the cat jumped out of the bag.

“What’s your point?”

“I know more about romance than you do.”

“How come? How many guys have you dated?” I asked in a sing-song manner to annoy her.

“Definitely more than one. See, I can see you care about her. Let me help you, Rooster.”

“What gave you that impression?”

“You didn’t try to kill her when she spilt that drink. You didn’t try to force her. You bought her a dress. And I can presume you want to give her your all by the way you are actually planning this date?”

“How do you know about the club Phoenix?” I hissed into the phone.

“You do know who your chief of security is, right?” I grunted in response.

“Fine.”

“Good. Now, what exactly do you wish to accomplish with this ‘visit’ of yours?”

“Nothing. Just informing her that we have a dinner date at 7 pm and that I have a dress for her.”

“Fine. You should text her something very dominating yet sweet. She’ll like that.”

“Like what?”

“God, must I do everything?” She rolled her eyes. “Wish her a good morning. Ask her if she slept well. Then tell her about the date and dinner.”

“How’s ‘Good morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well and dreamt of me. Just a reminder, we have a dinner date @7 pm today. I’ll send you a dress and pick you up. Don’t be late. Love, Bradley.’”

“You’ll be a natural in no time.”

“Sent. You can go now. Bye.”

“Bye bitch!” She said enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes and smiled in response.

“Jake, why don’t you go deliver the parcel? I’ll wait here, I don’t wanna spook her.”

“Alright”, he sighed. I gave him a tight-lipped smile.

I sighed as I watched him go into the building. I heard the bell ring and saw two people move in the window. I had guessed right, albeit it was an educated one. I was now enthusiastic for the date. I let out a shaky breath as I smiled to myself. I could do this. I could manage both my commitments. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the head rest. I heard Jake close the door. I opened my eyes to look at him.

“Thank man. I know this wasn’t in the job description but I’m really thankful to have you by my side.”

His eyes softened, “I’m glad you see it that way. And I’m happy to help out.” He grinned as he completed his sentence.

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

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[saucy-sassy-sparkly]

Moments: a 2013 drabble

Pairings: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: none

Note: Just a little something to tide ya over for a while :) Happy holidays everyone, hoping to have part seven to you after the new year as well as some new things I've been working on AND a return to Flight 1311 that I paused when I started expanding Moments.

Moments Masterlist

2013: DC/Boston/on location

Chris started at his phone, trying to convince himself that if he looked at it hard enough, it would ring. He’d been doing this off and on for the last 15 minutes. If he was honest with himself, he’d been doing it since he woke up. His nerves were frayed, he’d had to cancel two other phone meetings today to have his phone free. But now, it was closing in on 7 pm and it was getting harder to breathe.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“What time?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Y/N, are you going to call?”

“I love you, but I’m hanging up right now. I need to think and I can’t do that when I’m this mad at you.”

He convinced himself to set his phone down long enough to get dinner together. If she’d waited this long, he wouldn’t miss it in the time it took to heat the meal that the nutritionist had prepared. Bumbling around the kitchen he crashed into drawers he left partially open and things fumbled out of his hands. He could hardly see straight; he was so worked up. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop himself from glancing at the kitchen island to see if the screen had lit up.

24 hours earlier, he’d woken up in Y/N’s apartment. The weekend he’d envisioned while he stood at Lowe’s and had a spare key made was much different than what had panned out. He’d pictured hugging and giggling and googling interior design changes. He’d pictured making love and whispering sweet nothings while they worked towards this new stage in their relationship.

He had not pictured the argument.

“Chris,” Y/N paced her bedroom, her hands running through her hair, “I just don’t understand how you can think this isn’t a lot to put on me.”

“And I don’t understand why you won’t see that this is the way it has to be!” Chris snapped back. He was sitting on the end of her bed watching her pace back and forth.

“Why is this how it has to be? Because you make more money than me? Because your job is more important than mine? You know I love Lisa, but I don’t want to work at the theater. I want to do my job with my clients and come home to my apartment with my friends. You’re asking me to move my entire life and you want me to do it immediately.”

“I didn’t say any of that other stuff. And I didn’t say immediately.”

Y/N dropped her hands to her sides and they slapped aggressively on her thighs, making a loud smack, “you’re right, you said in 10 weeks when your filming is wrapped and you’re settled back in Boston. Excuse me, that’s not immediately.” Sarcasm dripped off of every word.

“Why is this so awful? I want a future with you, Y/N, and I want it to start as soon as possible.”

“Don’t try to make me the bad guy here because I’m holding my ground.”

“So I’m the bad guy?”

“No one is the bad guy!” She cried while real tears filled her eyes, “This is just so like you. You’re so impulsive and you’re so passionate and fuck if I don’t love both of those things about you but not when it comes to my entire life. You dropped this on me within an hour of being here and then it’s been a cloud over the whole weekend. We get so little time together, Chris, I just wish this could’ve gone differently.” Y/N winced as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She didn’t mean to make it sound like such criticism. This was just so overwhelming. She’d thought this weekend would be a lovefest before he finished out his latest project. She hadn’t anticipated this massive change of plans and she really wasn’t ready to drop her whole life for him.

“Okay, so if you don’t want to move in with me, you could’ve just said no. You don’t have to call me an impulsive passionate bad guy who ruins our time together.” Chris knew he was laying it on thick, but he was hurt. He truly thought Y/N would agree immediately and jump into his arms while they celebrated.

He hadn’t thought about what he was asking her to do. He thought about how it impacted him– she’d said as much the day before and they’d agreed to put a pin in the conversation until now so they could enjoy the time they had.

But now, his flight back home was in three hours, and she hadn’t given him an answer. Rather than admit that he was hurt and sad, he dug his heels in; unfortunately, his girlfriend was equally stubborn.

“Let me be clear,” she came to stand in front of him and he resisted the urge to put his hands on her waist. She was in her short, fuzzy bathrobe and her long legs were calling his name. The belt around her waist was cinched tightly but in her pacing and flailing, her cleavage was more exposed. Chris forced himself to focus on her face. That beautiful face he’d loved for forever. The same one that was crushing him right now as he thought about the rejection she might give him, “I love you, Christopher,” she put her hands on his shoulders and he took the invitation to touch her waist and pull her in between his legs, “and I’m not trying to make you feel bad or to make this seem like I don’t want to live with you. I’m just begging you to see this from my perspective. I love my apartment, I love my job, I love my friends, and I love my life here. To change all of that is a big deal and I need to think about it.”

“So you’re saying no?” He asked quietly.

“I’m saying no right now,” she clarified. “I’m saying no this weekend. But really I’m saying give me time to think it through and figure out what I want.”

Chris nodded. On some level, he did understand that this was a significant life change that she should have the time to process. He’d had the time to think about it and how it would change his life, so he needed to give her that time.

“Can you just let me bring it up again? When I’m ready to talk it through with you, I’ll bring it up. I need you not to push it right now.”

“I can respect that,” he nodded again and gladly accepted the kiss she leaned in to give him.

He had, however, not respected that.

Y/N dropped him at the airport and they said an awkward goodbye by the car; she’d kissed him but they’d both felt the strain. He’d flown home and called her when he got there. The whole flight and drive back with his mom, he’d thought about everything. He had another few days in Boston where he had a few odds and ends to take care of before he went back to location and in the car running errands he’d called her. He’d apologized profusely and she’d been grateful for his understanding.

And yet even with such a productive, mature conversation with his partner, he couldn’t help himself. He’d still said, “So when do you think you’ll have a decision.”

Y/N’s response had been terse and tried to change the subject, asking for him to respect her process.

He’d pushed again, saying, “I just want you here as soon as possible.”

That hadn’t been the right sentiment and had led to her frustration and hanging up and now here he was, standing at the kitchen counter eating boiled chicken and broccoli and hating every bite while he stared at his phone. After he’d finished the plate, rinsed it in the sink, and loaded it in the dishwasher, he came back to the phone to a text notification. Frantically he swiped through the screen to find messages from Y/N.

Y/N: i’m not ready to talk today Y/N: i love you, i’m just really frustrated Y/N: i don’t want to argue with you. it won’t be productive if we talk tonight

Chris wanted to cry. He also wanted to throw his phone across the room as hard as possible. He was mad at Y/N and mad at himself and mad that none of this went the way he’d thought it would.

Chris: ok. i love you. call me when you’re ready

Her replay came quickly: of course, babe 💕

Y/N set her phone on her nightstand and twisted the gem of her sweatshirt— Chris’s sweatshirt— between her fingers. She was so angry with him that she could hardly stand it.

The last six months had been a whirlwind of love and passion. Chris’s energy was contagious and they’d gotten quickly wrapped up in their love. She loved him so fiercely and would be lying if she said it wasn’t what she wanted: moving in, building a real life that wasn’t out of hotel rooms and suitcases, planning for a future together. But it was just so fast. And Chris had a habit of hoping she’d yield to him.

She didn’t think it was intentional and she knew part of it came with the territory. No one does well in Hollywood without a little vanity and selfishness. He was always asking her to travel- often offering to pay and make all the arrangements, but still asking her to come to him. He liked things his way and he liked things on his terms. She usually held her ground and found that it was something he liked about her. Y/N had her own mind and her own passions and she wanted to be heard. She didn’t want to just be his girlfriend. She’d worked too hard in her career, her hobbies, and her friendships to just roll over and let him push.

And he usually respected that. When she punched back, it usually woke him up and they’d talk and find a compromise. But this was huge; they'd never had to compromise on something this significant and life-changing. And he hadn’t thought about her changed at all. It was clear in their conversations about it that he didn’t want his world to change.

Y/N knew that he saw her as more than a bed warmer but it was hard not to feel that way when he’d so cavalierly suggested she move to Boston as casually as one might suggest having pizza instead of sushi for dinner.

If he didn’t see her and think about her perspective in something like this, what about when it came to marriage? Or kids? Or illness? Or jobs? Or any other major life event.

Her heart ached and she reached for her phone. She needed to tell him no. She needed him to understand the weight this put on her. Instead, she let herself scroll through pictures and remember moments in time- their stolen moments as a couple. They didn’t get to just be together. They were always between his locations or her work schedule.

If she moved in with him… they could have Sunday mornings together every weekend. There were plenty of children in need of a good therapist in Boston. She loved his family and hers would love the excuse to travel. If she could make long-distance work with a movie star she could make it work with her friends…

But if she moved she’d have to quit her practice that she loved and set her clients up with other therapists. She’d have to give up her beautiful apartment. She’d have to change her entire life while all he had to do was add her name to the mailbox and make some space in his already spacious closet.

They’d text each day, but between him getting ready to go back to set for the home stretch of filming, and trying to respect Y/N’s request for space, it was four days before Chris’s phone lit up with Y/N’s contact photo.

“Bunny,” he was breathless when he answered the phone; he’d practically sprinted across his rental apartment to snatch it off the counter.

“Hey,” her voice was quiet and Chris’s heart started to thunder in his chest. She was silent for a long moment and then said, “I missed your voice.”

A sigh of relief escaped Chris before he replied, “I missed yours too. How’s it going, honey?”

“I’m ready to talk.”

“Okay,” he was afraid to bring up the move, so he waited for her to continue on her own.

She took a deep breath, “my lease is up May 31.”

He didn’t speak right away and when Y/N didn’t either, he pressed, “that’s in two months.”

“I know,” she paused, “it seems silly to renew my lease if I’m going to end up moving.”

His heart pounded, but he tried to be casual, “so what are you thinking?”

“I want to move in with you,” Y/N’s voice was quiet, “if you’ll still have me.”

“Is it too soon to make jokes? Because I have jokes.”

She laughed, but said, “maybe not quite yet. I know that it's basically the timeline you were thinking of anyway, and it still feels really fast to me. I’ve been trying to think of a way to do this without rushing in and I only have two ideas. One: I find a place and rent it. I can sign a short lease and find a job and we can be nearby and see how that goes.”

Chris could deal with that. Of course, he wanted her at his house. He’d sell this house and find another home with her if that’s what she wanted. He would live in a tent in the woods for the rest of his life if it meant he got to be with her. But he held his breath while she kept talking.

“Option two is all in. I sell or give away most of my stuff, I don’t re-up my lease, I quit my job and start sending my resume to clinics up there.”

“Do you want me to listen or give my opinion?”

Y/N grinned, forgetting he couldn’t see her, “what a perfect response.”

“Well, which do you want?” He was practically panting he was so worked up.

“I want your opinion. Do you think it's smart to go all in or should we try living in the same zip code first? Or should we just for it?”

He tried not to rush his words but they came tumbling out fairly quickly nonetheless, “All in. Please." The prolonged silence made sweat prickle on his hairline. She'd asked for his opinion but she was now silent and he could hear the rustle of her movement on the other end of the line. Chris's phone started to vibrate in his hand and he saw that Y/N was requesting to switch to FaceTime; he accepted quickly and rested her on a pillow next to him.

"Hey, handsome," she cooed, her cozy set up by the window of her apartment back in place, her hair in a messy bun on her head, and her beautiful body wrapped in his sweatshirt. "I needed to see your face."

"You're killing me here, Bun," he admitted, trying to grin but knowing it was more a grimace.

She played coy, "why?"

"Y/N," he said quickly-- a rare occurrence, he seldom called her by her full name. "Come on."

"What, babe?" She was trying and failing to resist giggling and grinning. He wanted to settle his mind: he needed to hear her say it.

"What about the move?"

"Oh that," she took a long sip from the mug she was holding and took her time setting it on the windowsill before turning back to the camera. "I already told my landlord that I'm not renewing my lease."

Chris held his breath, "really?"

"I'm all in, too, Chris."

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[im-not-a-l0ser]

Hi, today sucked, lemme tell you all the reasons it sucked in chronological order

I woke up at 1 am and read for a while. I did not get back to bed until 5 am.

I woke up approximately 15 minutes before I had to be out the door, so despite my planning to take a shower and wear a Victorian esc clothing today (for throwback Thursday, dumb school thing) I couldn't.

I didn't eat last night, so for the first time this semester I got breakfast from the cafeteria and it was not good.

We were practicing hand and arm massages in class for state board and wow, I fucking hated the smell, feeling and all around company of the lotion we were using.

I didn't charge my phone last night so I had my phone (and laptop) plugged in for my last two periods of school.

It was warm enough that I didn't need my jacket (a comfort item) so I took it off and put it over my backpack. It fell on the dirty bus floor while I was napping through the half hour bus ride.

My laptop wasn't plugged in properly so it was nearly dead when I got home.

Dad said we were going to the library to file my taxes. Okay, gotcha, I won't change into my home clothes, I'll just switch my binder out for a bra.

My sheets were dirty and I didn't want to lay in my gross bed with clean clothes on so I stripped my mattress and brought the sheets downstairs, where I find the washing machine on a self cleaning cycle. It was at 0, but I guess that's not done?

I notice that my little siblings who had lice for a couple days have put clothes in the laundry basket downstairs, which has my prom dress in it. Prom is on Saturday and I am literally too afraid to dig through their shit to find the dress.

I return to my room and work on chapter two of a story, but it's getting late and my dad hasn't called me out to the van yet.

I only learn my dad is home when he sends a picture of dinner to the gc. I leave my room to ask when we're doing taxes; he tells me he's eating and that I should eat too.

Twenty minutes later (like 7:50 pm at this point), we finally start my fucking taxes.

Very long annoying process, to learn that state taxes should not be filed through this site for me. It worked just fine for my sibling. I ask dad if we can do it tomorrow and he says taxes are due in four days. Whatever.

We go to a different site to file my state taxes where I try to register twice and it denies me both times for my laptop having a VPN. I do not control that; it's my school laptop and it didn't even process that's what the issue was for like 10 minutes.

Dad tells me to go to bed. He's tired. That's when I'm allowed to go to bed, when he's tired.

I return to my room and realise my sheets have never been put in the wash, and I can't sleep without a blanket. And for obvious reasons, I only trust that one blanket right now.

I shove it in the wash for a half hour load, but it doesn't fucking matter because my sister's shit is in the dryer at 45 minutes. She doesn't have an empty basket in the bathroom to put the dry stuff into should it finish and someone else needs to. Her shit is going on the floor in about 20 minutes.

I'm laying on my bed, very cold, just waiting for the fucking wash to be done so I can go to sleep. Except, I know it won't be because my sheets take like two hours to dry at high heat, which also means I won't have my comfort jacket for tomorrow.

I just want to go to sleep and can't because I'm stressing over the idea of going to school in not my comfort jacket.

Honorable mentions: My cosmetology textbook has really misleading information regarding synthetic wigs and its pissing me off. I was supposed to go to Walmart today so I could get breakfast for tomorrow. We had a test in English that gave me a lot of anxiety.

#tw vent #vent #venting #my dad isnt a bad guy im just annoyed #i might be having a panic attack #i genuinely dont know

[babyharleezy]

Jack gets food poisoning on the road and he’s panicking because he doesn’t want to cancel the show. Comfort? Fluff??

reschedule

(jack harlow x reader)

bloo's notes: hi guys, i thought this was a super cute concept and i hope yall like it. enjoy my loves!!

it was about 1 pm and the show started at 7 pm. you had sent jack back to the tour bus because he had a headache, that was about two hours ago. you insisted that he had a nap before he had to do soundcheck.

you made your way to the tour bus to check on your lovely boyfriend. as you made your way further into the bus you could hear him emptying his stomach out into the toilet bowl. "jack baby are you alright?" you called out just as you made your way to the bathroom. you saw his face halfway into the toilet bowl. you heard him groan. "yeah im okay y/n don't worry about me, i gotta head to soundcheck" he tried to say but before he could say anymore he began throwing up once again.

"jack i do not care, you aren't feeling good so you aren't gonna perform. i'm gonna talk to neelam. i'll see if she can reschedule the show" you argued with the stubborn kentuckian. "but y/n i feel fine. i can do the show" he tried arguing back but you weren't having it. you walked up to him and moved his hair out of his face. "baby i want you to be healthy and happy when you perform, we'll change the dates up. your supporters will understand. until then we can just watch movies while i take care of you" you said to jack in hopes it would cheer him up. he didn't wanna let his supporters down but he knew you were right. he didn't argue with you anymore.

time passed by and he was still throwing up and you felt horrible, you wished you could do more to help him. "here baby have some ginger ale, it'll help with the nausea" you said to him as you offered him a can of ginger ale. "thank you baby for taking care of me" jack said to you with a weak voice. you smiled at him sadly, you hated that he had to deal with this. you felt bad that he had to cancel his show. but you knew that this was his bodies way of telling him to take a break and stop working himself so hard. you knew he needed to rest.

his fever began kicking in and that's when you decided to give him tylenol in hopes of breaking his fever. "here baby take two of these and try to sleep it off" you told him and he happily obliged.

as he slept next to you, you couldn't help but think how lucky you were to have him in your life. you wouldn't wanna take care of anyone other than jack harlow himself for the rest of your life.

it was 10 am when jack woke up the next day. he rolled over on his side to see you wide awake. "good morning baby how you feelin" you asked him and kissed his forehead. you two were instantly holding each other in each others arms. you noticed that his fever went down from the day before. "hmm i'm feeling a lot better from yesterday. i feel so much fucking better thanks to you baby" he said as he squeezed you closer to him. "thank you for taking care of me, i couldn't have done it without you. i'm glad you convinced me to take yesterday off." he continued. "i'm glad you got some rest pretty boy. just take it easy today because you might still feel weak these next few days and make sure you drink plenty of liquids jack" you told him as you emphasized the last part. "hmm so sexy when you be telling me what to do and shit" he laughed. you jokingly rolled your eyes at him and got ready for the day.

"i love you y/n" he called out.

"i love you too jackman" you hollered back

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[serynitea]

Monday, April 22, 2024

Sleep: I slept a modest seven and a half hours last night. I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the challenges that fate would throw at me today. I almost fell off my ladder while trying to climb down from my bunk bed lol.

Ate: I had breakfast at Bplate. It was so delish, I had me some greek yogurt and caramelized pork with rice. <-THAT WAS MWAH NO BALLS 10/10. Then for lunch I had a chicken caesar salad at epic at ackerman. I ate two bananas, then chugged a chai ice blendz that pledge brother Johnny bought me (SHOUTOUT TO HIM!!). For dinner, I got bplate by myself cuz I had to lock in.

What I did today: Went to class, (skipped Math 32A for the fourth Time LOL) Caught up on emails and work. Met some actives and chatted with them.

Rating of Day: 7/10 was good but im FUCKED for midterms LMAO

Time Stamp: 5:18 pm

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Day five of ADHD meds:

I woke up later than the first four days and lay in bed until 7:00 AM. I didn’t get super jittery or have any racing thoughts today. I don’t necessarily feel happy but my emotions are definitely more present, and I was able to feel actual burning rage like I used to, instead of being a derelict husk of a person. I animated a little on my lunch break at a time when I’d usually say “fuck it” and scroll Tumblr because I wouldn’t think I’d have enough time.

I’m having slightly more difficulty speaking today than the first few days and I am less talkative as a whole; but not quite as bad as it usually is… probably because I went to bed late last night. I procrastinated a good deal after work on Reddit; but managed to get my taxes done, and transfer my earnings from an app to a bank account before 6:00 PM— yay!

For the past few days, I was more forgetful of objects for some reason… I thought I lost my scissors but I just placed them in the wrong pocket. I almost left my water bottle at home.

I’m not sure my focus while driving has improved much. I actually feel less focused as a whole; but more able to do what I want, when I want, which includes focusing. So I have to remember to focus in order to focus, and then I can focus better; but I still forget to focus on focusing… that makes no sense at all LOL

I didn’t have a mid-day crash today like I did the prior days… I had more of a mid-day boost if anything.

I’ve started watering my plants again after half a year of neglecting them (I know… call plant protective services on me; I’m horrible… they’re all succulents and cacti so they’re mostly okay… not sure about my crown of thorns though. It looks dead which sucks because that was my favorite plant)

#actually adhd #I love how quickly aloe vera comes back after being dehydrated. You water it once and it turns bright green #Healer: heal thyself