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heyitsmemel · 3 months
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hi hello gals and gays. Here is a rare wav from me struggling with the flu. The virus has mainly been in my chest but my entire body is so wrecked I was able to induce super easily. No talking bc I’m literally unable to 😭 Do not listen if you can't stand harsh coughing because it gets a bit rough. If it sounds a bit weird the first half of the recording is from yesterday and the second half is from today, bc the coughing is so much worse in the second half lmao. Ok that's it thankkk you for feeding me so good lately tumblr love u all <3
also personal rant about ableism and intentional contagion in the comments :///
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dawneternal · 14 days
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rant below
people will be like "I wish I could stay home and nap all the time like you" and like
no you don't it's literal hell. Not to suck my own dick but I'm such an ambitious person and I have drive and determination AND I can't do anything with it because I have "too sleepy syndrome"
Someone told me that sounds like an ideal problem to have and I wanted to punch them in the face. Do you understand what it means? That I can't stand up for more than an hour? Or even sit up for very long sometimes? Sure, I can push myself and just do it. But then I'll get sick and feverish with migraines and joint pain and I'll be even more useless than if I'd been allowed to pace myself.
For reference, the average level of exhaustion in a CFS patient is the equivalent of a normal person who's stayed up for 72 hours straight.
I can't work. I didn't finish my degree. I can't clean my room. I can't clean my shower. I can't drive. If it's not an activity I can do in bed, I've had to give it up. Its lucky that I like writing and digital art. (Roller-skating, biking, swimming, and hiking used to be my favorites, but suuuure I'm not actually sick Im just faking cause I hate exercise)
Every single day is exactly the same over and over and over and it's melting my brain. And there are people who still have the audacity to fight me when I call this syndrome a disability (including my own therapist)
I am grieving today. I had so many dreams.
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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 days
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i have to scream ab this somewhere bc ive just posted the first chapter of a new fic and im SO. EXCITED!!!!!
as well as this, i wanted to know - are you working on anything right now? if so, maybe you don't mind sharing a couple lines of dialogue as a teaser (bc i miss your writing alot especially after you can('t) teach an old dog new tricks)!! think of it as an ask game that i unofficially started lol.
hope ur doing good! xx
I just saw the post you made on your writing account for that, yeah!
I've had a very busy day, so I was hyped to log back onto Tumblr and see that! Hopefully, I can carve out some time to read it soon. It looks so, so good!!
"espresso" by bvckysarm
(Everyone better go read 😤)
Hell yeah, I'm always working on something 😏
Although, admittedly, it's nothing as long or grand as You Can('t) Teach An Old Dog New Tricks. I'm having fun messing around with short (for me) one-shots after spending, what,, five or six months on that series? I love it to death, I do, but, Jesus, yeah, over the length of the average novel, and half a year of writing (more than, behind the scenes, I'd been planning and researching for much, much longer)... I am relishing in noncommittal one-offs, haha.
Here's your teaser 😘
“Aw, you miss me, Stevie?” He needlessly teases, gripping his waist hard enough to bruise him like a soft, overripe peach.
“Uh-” Steve starts to answer him, but he’s cut off by a reverberating moan when Bucky shoves him back and viciously re-spears him on the fake cock he’s got suctioned to the wet, wet tile wall, “-huh.”
Steve stays slumped forward against him, clinging to him, shaking all over still, but now he clings harder; his blunt nails dig into Bucky’s skin and he hisses, enjoying the heat that shudders through his veins from the other man’s touch.
“Missed my cock, that’s what you missed,” Bucky husks into his ear, grabbing his little hips meaner, digging his fingers into his flesh, pushing him back tight onto the toy, making him fucking take it.
He gasps so cutely, so obscenely when his ass thickly presses to the cold tile—taking that toy to the wide, wide base, swallowing it whole—how could he not do it to him? Bucky just wants to fuck. ‘im. up. Vicious.
“M-missed, uunnhh, missed all a’you,” Steve protests weakly, pawing at him uselessly, not as weak and sweet as he thought. Not as weak and limp as he wants to get him—he wants to make him so fucking fuck-dumb.
“Nah, I don’t think you did,” Bucky’s grinning so wide, the muscles in his face already are starting to ache, sharp, “I think I’m just a cock with legs to you,” he tweaks one of Steve’s peaked nipples, just to admire how he shudders, “aren’t I? Isn’t that how it’s always been? Could barely get you off of my cock when you were smaller, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I never understood where you put it even though I could see it, bulging through your tummy, so tight and little around me.” Bucky presses his palm there now, dragging his nails down from the swell of his tits to his clenching abs. With the right angle, he can still do it, sometimes, he can spear Steve on his dick and bend him up in a cute little knot and see his dick through his stomach. Bulging. Thick and deep inside him, fucking him until he forgets how to beg for more.
Fucking him until he forgets his own name.
“Still, fuck, I couldn’t ever believe you could fit it in that tiny hole.” Bucky shakes his head, half in disbelief, half in predatory instinct, wanting to bite Steve and tear through him, shaking his head like a fucking dog with a toy, ravenous and slobbering, “then you went and got yourself all big and your need just got bigger, didn’t it, honey?”
“S-so did you, you guh-got bigger, too!” Steve whines, trying to retort but falling flat when he starts to pant, overwhelmed.
“I did,” Bucky purrs, grinding into his hip leisurely, enjoying how hot and feverish he is, God, he really worked himself up into a mess, didn’t he? “And ain’t that good for you, honey? Anything else and you’d’a died, ‘cause you need cock like you need air, don’t you, dollface?”
I hope you're excited for the rest 😈
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EMERGENCY, PLEASE REBLOG
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Sorry if this is incoherent I am very feverish and ill.
my partner and i are about to get kicked out of our apartment on the 31st and we just found out we both have covid, so we wont be able to crash with our friend because shes poor too, living paycheck to paycheck, and we don't want to infect her!😭
My partner's abuser has been helping us financially somewhat but shes losing her patience... she was mad we didnt want to expose our friend to covid.
So we need money for a hotel room, movers because we're too sick and weak to move our own things, and for food and medicine. We're running out of everything...
We're trying our best. My partner has found a work from home job that will allow them to quarantine, thank god. However my new job won't let me stay home and idk what I'm gonna do come Monday cuz im high risk and I've spent the last two days bedridden crying and screaming all day from pain. I'm gonna try to get medicine to help my body fight this virus, because that's my only option left at this point.
Things are so bad and we are so desperate. Please reblog even if you cant donate. I love you all and I appreciate every person who has helped us survive so far. Hopefully soon thanks to the efforts of our communities, we can find safety and the better future we've been fighting for for so long🥺💗
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sporeblossom · 1 year
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i feel so!!!!! bad!!!! ive had a low fever for 10 days now, combined with dizziness, nausea, and a slight sense of confusion and disconnect. this has all been very on/off though, with me feeling mostly fine for most of the time, thinking that im no longer sick, going out to do stuff, and then immediately feeling odd, weak, and becoming slightly feverish. it was driving me fucking crazy, and i kept thinking i was over it, only to realize i wasn't. i called my doctor on day five, and they weren't concerned at all, and didn't listen to me when i explained that im autistic with horrible interoception, and that therefore my symptoms could be more severe than what i could actually feel. but no, they literally asked me "okay so like.... what is the problem?" in the most condescending way and almost made me cry. well guess what, on sunday i started feeling a lot worse, with my mouth and tongue being covered in sores, and horrible pain in my throat, teeth, eyes, ears, and face. i finally convinced my doctor to see me, but of course i tested fucking negative for strep and my numbers don't even point to a bacterial infection. but at that point even they agreed it was best to put me on an antibiotic, because it seemed so much like a bacterial sinus infection. but of course it's too late because now i just feel sicker and sicker, and i have so much trauma around being sick because my parents always made it clear how much of an inconvenience it was for them to take care of me, and because no one ever really understood how painful and horrible it is for an autistic person to have their entire sensory system completely overloaded with pain and nausea. like i know the antibiotics will alleviate the symptoms at one point, but it would have been nice to have been given them last week, given my history with strep and sinus infections - i know some people get them much more often, but still, I've had them about 6 times in the last two years i think? and the fact that you shouldn't fucking walk around with a fever for 6 days even if it is a low one. oh and they didn't seem to believe me either when i said that my body temperature is about 36,6 when im healthy, which means that walking around with a temperature that keeps shifting between 37,6 and 38,00 isn't insignificant. i just have a suspicion that even though i have terrible interoception, my weird autistic body is still very sensitive to infection, and sort of sounds the alarm by creating symptoms before it's even detectible. like i have always gotten symptoms of a yeast infection before it was detectable through testing, and if i treated it then, it immediately went away. the only two times ive had a UTI, I've gotten full blown symptoms when my doctor was sure if was in the very, very, very early and weak stages - and by treating it early, it went away so easily. so i suspect that strep and sinus infections work the same way for me, and i wish my doctor would just listen to my gut feeling when it tells me i need to be treated. but now i just have to be alone and fucking overwhelmingly miserable, because being sick just makes me so incomprehensibly anxious and sad.
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breathplayed · 9 months
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4, 6 & 8 💜
below cut to save dashboards!!
(4) what is the plot bunny you've been carrying the longest? ooouuuuhhh..... so many............ So many............ i have full fic outlines from 2017 LOL but the most viable one is a jikook au where they're both vampire hunters + jimin is Turned + jungkook swears to hunt him and be the one to kill him bc it's "what he would have wanted" some good ole lovers to enemies bullshit Once Again. every year since 2018 i've thought it'd be a fun three-part fic i could post for halloween and have never gotten around to it. lately i keep thinking it'd be good for an original novel (hello lesbians <3) but then i would have to actually worldbuild and write well which is daunting......... so back to the drawing board every time...... Maybe Some Day
(6) do you have any kind of consistent writing schedule or just hoping for the best? 💀 i always tell myself i will try to write a little bit every day, and there's been periods where that worked well enough for me, but tbh i write the best and most when i am daydreaming about a fic idea and get batshit possessed and fuel a Fixation. in those moments i am seized by insanity and sit down to write for about 4-6 hours straight in the dead of the night and manage several thousand words in one sitting. the record is 10k for DSD pt1 in like a day, and when i wrote the 90k fic that is WBIO in like 3 weeks off the high of not having any responsibilities in early lockdown (incl almost 20k in one sitting)
So kind of a mix.... When I have more free periods of the year i tell myself *trying* to stick to a schedule is good, like "ok i should go TRY to write at least a little every day, and if it doesn't work and im not feeling it today that's fine" but I can't lie, most of what I put out is the product of a feverish manic haze. Where i daydreamed too hard about a fic idea and accidentally came up with the whole plot and exact dialogue lines and need to bullet point it immediately before I forget it all. I am tormented by visions
(8) what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it? Constructive criticism: not exactly a fan unless I ask for it lol, just bc I think it's kinda rude to offer constructive criticism unless it's asked for? So I already automatically feel a lil cornered. I spent a year as an art major bringing paintings in for concrit sessions, I can take it, but that feels like a facilitated environment where I knew I was opening myself up to hear things so I could improve..... however, I'm not super interested in 'improving' writing beyond naturally improving by doing it.... bc it's just a hobby if that makes sense? I'm also usually super aware of how/where one of my fics is weak (example: i Know my worldbuilding and side characters and settings are not the most fleshed out, that I usually only focus on the main pairing/conflict and let everything else be a cardboard cutout, RIP) and just didn't put the work in to improve it bc I want to have Fun doing this hobby and struggling with fixing weaknesses is not super fun. Yes i am very lazy but it's ok it's fanfiction posted for free not something I'm trying to publish ukno. I'm a perfectionist in other ways! It balances out
Important to note I define constructive criticism as like "it would have been better if you did x instead" and a lot of times in fanfiction that's just people's personal tastes. I do consider everything readers say to me! Like someone said they didn't think the side characters served any point in "folie à trois" and it's just me inserting my faves, I Considered that opinion. There's been times I consider feedback and changed how I continued in a story, like in TLG people said they wanted more Jimin pov/motives and I said hmmm yeah that's valid I'll do more of that. In the aforementioned case for Folie, I considered it and decided (1) no, they're there for jk to see that Everyone is a lil fucked up and (2) it's my fic i can put my kpop girlies in it if i want lol. So sometimes 'concrit' is really just someone saying 'what you wrote wasn't to my personal taste' and not actually anything to do with the quality of the story/plot/style whatever itself.
Feedback overall tho, I do always want to hear from readers!!??! How a story made them feel especially. Tbh , TLDR, I think it really depends on the tone.... My relationship to it is on a case by case basis..... like I'm fine hearing that a character/plot frustrated someone, that they disagree with a character's actions, etc.... because that's Conflict in the story and I think good writing makes the reader Feel something..... it really just depends on what is being offered? if something is obviously mean spirited (which I have gotten) or offering concrit without asking like telling me "btw this would have read better if you didn't write like a possessed failed poet" i'm like ok well i have no plans on improving that. I am down to clarify any points of confusion on a scene/character/etc but I will not be improving. Lol
I hope that makes sense sorry I rambled as always. I took one of my adhd meds for the first time in weeks and now I am tachycardic and overexplaining myself worse than usual. Thank u for the ask <3
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vonpharma · 2 years
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If platonic ships also count maybe Franziska and Miles ?
who gets sick more often: i feel like they're both pretty steely. franziska is reckless, but miles has really bad insomnia in canon from his ptsd, so his immune system is probably in tatters. that said, when miles gets sick franziska cannot stay away, so she usually catches about half of the things he drags in the door anyways.
who is the better caretaker: miles easily
who is the most needy when they’re sick: neither of them even come close. could you IMAGINE.
who gets startled/worried every time the other sneezes: miles is a little fussier when franziska's sick because she's so stubborn that every indication of illness comes across as something she's done to herself. that said, miles is loud when he's ill so he's probably scared franziska out of her wits a few times.
who stocks the house with cold medicine and orange juice: oh easily miles, he's well-prepared. franziska wishes she had the foresight he did but she very often ends up buying meds the literal day she starts showing symptoms.
who is more careful not to spread their illness and who doesn’t care: miles is so careful like especially when they were younger he would lock himself in his room and request the servants send his meals up and try his damnedest to stay away from everyone else and it NEVER WORKS because franziska is a serial mother hen who feels an obligation to take care of her little brother. she's been like this forever. every single time miles is sick without fail franziska ends up shoving her way into his room to keep him company and feed him soup. all attempts to thwart her end in him eating leather.
who gets cuddly when they’re feverish: neither of them are particularly cuddly people but when either is ill they'll be much less reluctant to accept hugs/cuddles
who tries to pretend they’re fine: both of them, but franziska is way worse, obv. miles honestly won't fight too hard when it comes to acknowledging the illness but he would probably try to shrug it off and carry on with little change to his routine. franziska on the other hand will KILL you if you suggest she's sick because she takes it as a personal insult to her pride
who tries weird/old-fashioned remedies: easily franziska. like i've said before, von karmas are old money, they've probably got a ton of weird shit going on. again not to mention miles is american so half the german norms fran throws at him hes like what?? im not drinking your weird ginger cube tea. stop shoving zwieback in my face. gfhfdg
(send me a ship!)
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old-castlegachi · 4 years
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AFO MANIPULATED TENKO INTO BECOMING THE BROTHER HE NEVER HAD
or why AFO really took Tenko in.
so I saw this post by @jae-the-hyung​ and, well, I started to think:
The first OFA holder looks a lot like Tenko; there is the mole (which Nana shares), and his hair looks a lot like Tenko's. To me, the most telling is OFA's pose. It's a very…Tenko gesture, the half-grab hand-reach. So, hear me out while I expand on this; and what this could potentially mean for the ending of AFO and Tenko's redemption:
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I've also thought AFO's hatred for Nana Shimura is a lot harsher than his hatred for other OFA holders (and I'll get to Toshinori in a moment). I mean why did he literally villainize her last descendent? I'm supposed to believe that he made Tenko into Tomura so it'd be ironic punishment against Toshinori, that he did it only to hurt Toshinori. He took in a thoroughly traumatized 5-year-old, continued to abusively manipulate him for about 15 years because…it would really hurt an already guilty prone All Might…?
The claim he chose Tenko as a successor is also moot because he took Tenko before All Might crippled him, and AFO is effectively immortal. He didn't (and I doubt he even now does) need a successor. So, all in all, it sounds like a lot of work for not a lot back, unless –
AFO got something else out of it.
I think my theory makes more sense if we bring in this theory (I can't find the post so link me if u know it), where AFO believes he killed Nana Shimura before she managed to pass on OFA; and, as such, AFO didn't know about All Might before he debuted. His brother's quirk, OFA, was back in the family line; and Nana Shimura hadn't the time to pass on OFA yet. So, AFO had finally liberated himself and won the battle of OFA and AFO.
I think AFO found the rest of the Shimura family (curiosity or maybe he had plans) but he saw an opportunity in Tenko. If Tenko Shimura is a direct descendant of OFA, and AFO believed he'd killed the last of OFA's power lineage; then AFO is without a remnant of his brother for the first time.
If AFO wants a sick attempt at closure, then Tenko is the perfect host for it. Tenko is delicate-hearted (is my fav term to use for him), he dreamed about being a hero and was abused for it, and is already prone to self-harm (scratching). He is a little brother, and Tenko is still very young and, I personally headcanon, quirkless.
Even if you don't believe AFO gave Tenko his quirk in full knowledge that it'd awaken destructively; it still resulted in the death of the rest of the Shimura family. AFO took Tenko's memories, but left the crippling emotions, so Tenko had no way to heal from the trauma. He kept Tenko isolated and retraumatized him by having him kill people who attacked him, and he praised him and gave him gifts (look at the number of belongings in his room over time) whenever Tenko acted like AFO wanted him to act.
sidenote: from the start AFO cast himself as Tenko's Sensei, claimed Tenko would be his successor; except Tenko doesn't even know how to take care of himself, let alone an empire. And evidence that AFO is aware of this? He appointed Kurogiri as Tenko's babysitter. (@thyandrawrites​ has more meta on this).
The entire relationship AFO built between himself and Tenko was how AFO determined OFA should have acted. His brother should've been wholly dependent on AFO, he should've realized AFO was their savior, should've begged to help AFO do his work, should have clung to his every word! I would not be surprised if the first OFA holder's name was revealed to be Tomura.
AFO manipulated Tenko into becoming Tomura Shigaraki. Not just to hurt All Might, but because it was cathartic for him. He derived a sick pleasure at having 'his brother' finally follow his beck and call, after decades of his 'rebellion' ruining his plans for the world. I'm not surprised he talks to Tenko 'affectionately' (condescendingly) he has masterfully manipulated himself as the center of Tomura's world, (exactly as it should have been).
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So, what does this mean for Tenko's redemption? In the panel below, he tells his family "Don't reject who I am":
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Tenko thinks being a villain, a being of pure destruction, is who he truly is; and his family, in their attempt to save/stop him are denying him that. If my theory holds true, then Tenko was not destined to be a villain. The destruction inherent in 'Tomura Shigaraki' is not his true self. Tomura Shigaraki is actually AFO's wish of another person entirely!
Once Tenko finds out that AFO's brother was called Tomura, or that AFO molded Tenko into his ideal for Tomura, or that he is a direct descendent of OFA – then the inherent belief that Tenko was destined for destruction has shattered. AFO put himself in the role of mentor and a benevolent savior but when Tenko finds out the truth, AFO would've betrayed one of the few things Tenko believed in.
I might be gaming but I know I'm not the only one who hopes that Tenko (and the LoV) will end up killing AFO, and maybe this is the catalyst.
tl:dr Tenko is a direct descendent of OFA. AFO raised Tenko to become his idealized version of his brother OFA. Tenko will find out that AFO does not see him as his own person. Tenko (and the LoV) will finally rebel against AFO.
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cerise-angel · 3 years
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Rumor - Na Jaemin
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College!Jaemin x Reader
Genre: Fluff, a little smutty, Coffee, Shower stuff, Bad roommates, cliché as hell.
Word count: 2060
Hi everyone!! Believe it or not I've been wanting to post this ever since Hot Souce, and finally I'm doing it! Let me know what you guys think, and yes I'm currently in NCT Dream hell.
Anyways, hope you enjoy it!
Constructive criticism is always apprecciated!
Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors, english is not my first language.
Thanks for reading!
The photo is from his IG, the editing is mine.
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Working on Saturday mornings really did piss you off. First you had to wake up at 7am, walk for about 10 quarters, change into that stupid skirt and apron and deal with your not so happy boss. You held back the urge of rolling your eyes when said boss came to talk to you.
“Table 04 is full. Is the kids from your college I guess?”
You looked into Table 04 direction. Oh God.
“Can’t someone else go? I’m kind of busy with the dishes.”
It wasn’t a lie. You really were cleaning the dishes. Ok you were almost finishing but there were other employees who were free and could have already went to Table 04. Your boss gave you a bored look.
“They asked for you.”
Shit. Feeling anxious you finished the dishes, trying to take the longest time. It took quite probably only 03 minutes though. You dried your hands on a cloth and tried to control your nerves before leaving the kitchen and heading for Table 04.
“Welcome to Cactus Coffee. How can I help you today?”
You voice sounded anxious and meek, and you hated yourself for that. You looked to the floor not being able to look at him in the yes.
“Good morning, Y/N. You should really wear skirts more often.”
You looked at Donghyuck and gave him a sarcastic smile. You really hated these uniforms, and you had asked multiple times to wear pants instead of the skirt, but your boss wouldn’t let you, because “it was against the franchise rules”.
“Yeah, you should too Donghyuck. Ready to order?”
He laughed at you, clearly enjoying.
“I want a medium latte.”
“Cool. You guys?”
Slowly all the boys ordered. A milky green tea for Mark, a cinnamon cappuccino for Jisung, a vanilla cold brew for Renjun, a strawberry Frappuccino for Jeno and a flat white for Chenle. You were almost leaving, relieved that he hadn’t talk to you, when Na Jaemin, oh so softly, tugged at your skirt.
“I want a white mocha please.”
You felt all the boys’ eyes glue to your face, waiting for your reaction. Your cheeks started to warm up and your palms and armpits to get sweaty. Jesus Christ. You answered back.
“Cool. Please don’t touch the skirt.”
You left as fast as you could, hearing Chenle’s and Donghyuck’s laugh at your antics.
Is not like you had a major crush on Jaemin. Is not that you hated him, or that you two had an unresolved romance. It would be a lot easier if you two already had a romance to start with. The thing is, you two had someone in common. Your roommate who was hooking up with Jaemin.
She never really tried to have a friendship or just a nice convivence with you. Since you moved to her apartment, she basically only talks to you to ask about the bills, or to ask you for help in Math. You cared a lot about it in the beginning, having tried multiple times to show her that you were open to her, initiating talks, baking cakes and all. She never really seemed to give a shit, so you stopped trying.
Things got even weirder between you two, on Thursday, while you were having a shower, Jaemin, thinking you were your roommate walked in. And you two had a shower together. And your roommate arrived and basically saw Jaemin drying your hair in the living room. And then she accused you of being a whore and three minutes later the whole campus thought that you had fucked Na Jaemin on the shower.
“Shit.” You muttered when you realized that you had done Jisung’s order wrong, for the third time. Thinking about what happened and trying to make a coffee clearly didn’t match. One of your coworkers, Ami, who knew about the whole story, came, like an angel, to help you.
“Y/n, I got this. You can stay at the dishes today if you want?”
You nodded smiling. Ami was really great at reading people, and since the whole bath situation she was helping you every time Jaemin, or one of his friends, or even your roommate came to the coffee. You stared at the clock in the wall, there were only more 2 hours to go. You could handle that.
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When the clock hit 1 pm you were free. Staying at the dishes meant closing the coffee, so you took your time while checking the cashier, taking the trash, turning the lights off and making sure no one had puked in the bathroom. Slowly you took off your skirt, putting on some jeans and a sweatshirt. You sighed.
You didn’t want to go back to your dorm, to see your roommate who would so nicely, call you a bitch and leave. You two weren’t close before that, but this was even worse. You also didn’t want to stay at the park, since the last time it happened Jaemin appeared out of nowhere and you had to leave, simply because you didn’t know what to do.
Finally closing the door of the coffee you cursed at him.
“Fuck you Na Jaemin.”
Different of what your roommate thought, and what the whole campus thought, you and Jaemin did nothing but to actually share a shower. You kept thinking why in the world you didn’t kick him out when he got in. But he looked so soft and nice and he said you smelled like strawberries and washed your hair and you really couldn’t argue. It was a very nice shower.
“I’m sorry.”
You let out a small shriek when you heard his voice. Your brain was screaming “GO HOME” and that’s what you planned on doing. Except he tugged at your blouse, and you froze on place.
“I really should not have invaded your shower that day. And I should also have told your roommate that we didn’t do it, and the whole campus.”
It was true. The minute your roommate called you a whore, Jaemin stood up and left, leaving you alone with her screaming at you. You felt angry and ashamed.
“Yeah, you should have.”
Jaemin sighed.
“Can you please look at me? I’ve seen you naked already there nothing to be embarrassed of.”
That’s when you snap. You turn to him, anger filling your lungs and veins before you speak.
“I can’t look at you and there’s nothing to do with me being embarrassed or whatever. You literally went to my apartment every week to hookup with her, and then out of nowhere, for your fucking mistake of not asking who was in the shower, she hates me, to the point she told to fucking move out! Plus, the whole fucking college thinks I’ve slept with you and did that like a bad person, since you were sleeping with my roommate. I’m not embarrassed I’m fucking mad.”
Jaemin’s eyes widened after your sudden rant. The moment his mouth opened the talk back, started to rain. You didn’t move tho. He was complaining you didn’t look at him, well now you were. And now he was the one looking at his feet, embarrassed.
“I didn’t hook up with her every week. It was one time, and then in the morning you helped me to use the airfryer and, God, that’s literally the only reason I kept going back. I wanted to see you. I wanted to touch you. It was heaven to me every time you were around, and she wasn’t there to try to kiss me. I gave you all the possible hints, how the fuck can you be so oblivious?”
Now your eyes widened. You had notice that lots of times Jaemin would come before her. You two would watch some TV and eat nuggets. Sometimes he would flirt with you, or softly touch your knee, or play with your hair. But that was just the way he was to everyone, wasn’t? You looked at him, and now he was pissed. You looked at your shoes, rain starting to pour heavily now.
“Fuck, lets go to my place.”
“What? No. You go to your place, and I go to mine, goodbye.”
Jaemin grunted, pulling you closer to him.
“Your place is 10 blocks away, mine is 2. Stop being so fucking stubborn before you get hypothermia.”
You held back your words. He had a point.
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His place was quite neat. You took your soaked shoes and he gave you a pair of slippers to walk around. Jeno was in the living room. You blushed.
“Jeno, I’m going to shower. Y/N too.”
Jeno only nodded, too fixated on the videogame to even listen properly.
You followed Jemin into his room, and after you close the door you spat.
“Im not going to shower with you again Na Jaemin. Don’t even think…”
He kissed you. His warm, soft lips were begging for your response, and after some moments you gave in. He sighed relieved while his hands descended to your waist pulling you closer against him. God if he could merge your body with his he would.
You put your hands on his chest, trying to get some distance so you could think, process and perhaps talk, but Jaemin wasn’t interested in that, pushing you against the door, pressing his warm body against yours.
You couldn’t resist anymore, so you finally put your hands on his shoulders, softly bringing them to his neck, then tugging at his hair. Jaemin moaned, pleased.
“Shower.”
You said softly, when his lips left yours. He nodded, hugging you and walking sloppily to the bathroom. His bathroom smelled like fennel soap, which you weren’t expecting. Jaemin slowed down, turning the shower on, and helping you get undressed. You felt your whole body getting hotter when his hands traced your spine.
“I’ve seen you like this before but is such a blessing that I can see it again.”
You had sure your legs had turned into slime at the very moment, but somehow you managed to keep yourself straight. Jaemin smiled at your flushed face and gestured towards the shower.
“Let me turn it on, it has a little secret to get warm water.”
You giggled. Jaemin turned on the shower and pulled you closer to him, below the hot water. His skin was a little cold, and in a bold moment, you decided to hug his back. You pressed yourself against his skin, feeling a little feverish. Jaemin felt goosebumps run through his body, and turned in your embrace, facing your glossy and now wet face.
Jaemin kissed you, softly and slowly, as if he were testing the waters. You put your hands on his neck, pulling him even closer, and he did the same, wrapping his arms on your waist. You started to feel dazed, the heat of the water and Jaemin working on you. His hands were everywhere, on your breasts, your waist, your back, your ass. Slowly, you started to do the same, touching him, gluing your lips to his neck, moaning his name.
You touched his member earning a low grunt in response. His hands went back to your ass, rubbing and squeezing it.
“Do you want to fuck me in the shower?”
Jaemin smiled, nodding eagerly. His hands, oh so slowly, made their way to your thighs, picking you up. You two were so close to actually doing it, then he slipped.
“Oh shit, shit.”
Jaemin dropped you, in a desperate attempt to not fall on his ass. You started laughing, and helped him to steady in place, admiring how adorable he looked frustrated, with his ears becoming hot red, and his face in a shy smile. He hugged you close, laughing with you.
“I think, we could just have a shower first.”
You agreed still smiling.
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“GODDAMN IT JAEMIN!!”
You felt Jaemin smiling before even looking at him. So, after you failed attempt of shower sex, you both had a slow hot shower. And the hot water kinda ran out. Jeno had finally discovered, which made him curse Jaemin.
“Should we do something about it?”
You asked turning on the bed to face him.
“Not really on my plans.”
“What is on your plans?”
Jaemin gave you the most satisfied look, his hands finding the way to the hem of your newly put on shirt.
“You.”
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Thanks for reading!!
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thiamfresh · 2 years
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Was just wondering how you were doing 🥺
Ngl I'm not doing great. Bout a month ago I started coughing up blood (was very sexy, looked awesome) and went to hospital with my feverish lil self to find out I had a lung infection. Two batches of antibiotics and 3 batches of steroids later and I am.... still wheezing and tired.
Got me some more steroids and inhalers from the doc yesterday and have an xray in a few weeks to take a peek at my lungs to see if the infections gone (and to see if it's just am infection that's ducking my lungs or something more 🙃)
So I've of course been taking time off work to you know, breath. But I can't take much off so I'm still at work 6 days a week just with reduced hours and so my boss no longer has my as his favourite and because I have daddy issues everytime he does something to prove I'm not his fav anymore I walk home crying (yes, I am indeed that lame)
And to top it allllllll off I've forgot how to write again and it's day 18 of nano and I've only wrote 300 words.
So you know, honestly. Im not doing too great. My sims however are thriving because of all the time I've had to play with them :)
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