#inbetween now and then i'll be working to do a number of things

[catgirlhell]

update stuff

because friday is my art posting day i've literally been in a conundrum about stuff... like not every commission that comes my way is some big bitch!!! and i kinda built a brand for awhile on posting my big beautiful catgirl on fridays. im slowly working through like. doing this stuff As A Job™ (which is insanely difficult believe me) while still being aware that im on a time limit because i'll be back at school in the fall...

but im almost through my queue! i'll be starting my last wips tomorrow and then probably reopening slots early on in the week! once im through this current queue honestly i'm probably gonna. not do stuff for a week or so as i take care of other stuff (i have a completely different job in ttrpg work, believe it or not).

the next batch of commission slots will be a bit pricier than the last and there'll be fewer, but its moreso because at my current rate its just not tenable! after i open slots again towards the end of this month, i'll probably open them one last time towards the latter half of august and that'll be it for the summer. i might take one or two here and there throughout the proceeding school year, but in all actuality im probably staring down the barrel of the most stressful one i've ever had.

ty to everyone who likes to come and look at my silly little drawings!!! getting to a stage in my life where it actually seems possible to subsist off of my commissions is really heartening, and i owe it to people who reblog and retweet and buy my services ;w;

happy fat girl friday night gay people!!!! im gonna keep drawing big bitches!!!!!!!!

#kakitalk #update post #as much as i enjoy drawing other people's characters its been grating on me for awhile now that i havent had time to draw my own #which i was looking forward to for summer!!! its a lot to go through 9 months of hell in academia #and then to inflict another 3 of intense work upon yourself #also figuring out rates and payment stuff and taxes... self-employment is scary and it makes my head hurt #ive had a few people ask at this point about a patreon??? which im totally open to #but i probably wouldnt be able to really futz around with it again until next year #the hell school which i cannot name because it is infamously litigious likes to work each student to the very literal brink of heart failur #so doing lots of actual Work™ that people pay me for is functionally impossible when im in class #that being said #i'm gonna graduate in like a year or so! i've got four quarters left #so about fall of *next* year i'll be taking my last classes for my bachelors #inbetween now and then i'll be working to do a number of things #INCLUDING setting up a patreon and a shop! #it'll be stuff i workshop in my free time probably but i'll do polls every now and again on stuff people would enjoy buying from me #nota fakename pinup calendar.... #anyway these tags are an abyss at this point #happy fat girl friday gay people have a good one!!!!! #long post

[normal-internet-user]

BARRIER PT: 2

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Pt: 1 Pt: 3

Summary: Friday arrives, and Raph is more than happy to listen to you this time around.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, dark humor and mentions of toxic family members.

Requested: Nope!

GN Reader!

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Friday couldn't have come fast enough.

You excitedly made your way up the stairs of your apartment complex, unlocking your front door.

You shed off your work clothes, changing into a much more comfortable pair of sweat pants and an old sweater. After grabbing a soda from your fridge, you shoved the sugary drink into your pocket, grabbing an extra one for Raph, you climbed up the fire escape outside your bedroom window.

Once you were on the roof, you set the soda you grabbed for your new friend ontop of the wall, sat on the ground, lit a cigarette, and so started the waiting game.

You looked out at the New York streets as you waited for Raph to arrive. You waited for around fifteen minutes, and began to grow anxious.

Was he actually gonna show up? I mean he wasn't obligated to, you were just someone he'd met once on a rooftop afterall. But he had said that he would show, and he didn't seem the type to back out of a promise...

You lit another cigarette, straining your ears for any sign of Raph. Hearing nothing, you cracked open your soda and took a sip, a dissapointed sigh escaping from inbetween your lips.

Just as you had finished your second cigarette, and were about to up and leave in dissapointment, you heard the soft thump signaling to your new friends arrival.

"You there, (Name)?"

You smiled to yourself, a sense of relief washing over you at the sound of his voice, "Yeah, I'm here Hotshot. what took you so long?"

You heard him sigh and the pop of a soda can, letting you know he had grabbed the one you had left for him, "My brothers wouldn't leave me alone. Had to wait a bit 'till fearless wasn't payin' attention to leave."

You hummed lowly, lighting another cancer stick, "Fearless is Leo, right?"

"Yeah. but, hey, enough about my family, we're talkin' about your old man today."

You took a drag of your cigarette with a dark chuckle, "Where do I even start." you muttered, "Let's see, my dad always was kind of a hardass, he's an ex-marine and he ran our house like a military operation. Mom left when I was 12, she was sick of Dad's shit. The bitch didn't even try to get split custody, just left. After that, Dad got worse."

You took another drag from your cigarette and continued, "He got real strict, I wasn't aloud to do anything. He had control of my whole life, my wardrobe, my friend group, my schedual. Everything."

"If something went wrong, it was always, always my fault. Even if I was at school when it happened. And I always believed him when he daid it was."

You snuffed out your cigarette, "I dropped out of highschool at 16, then moved in with a friend, anything to get out of there. Eventually I made enough money to move into my own apartment. I tried to go no contact with my old man, but somehow the bastard found my phone number and started calling me- I guess I just never had the balls to cut him off again."

You leaned your head against the wall, a low sigh sounding from inbetween your lips, and a lone tear falling down your face. You wiped your eyes with a chuckle.

"Damn." Raph muttered, "He doesn't know where you live, does he?"

"Why, you worried, Hotshot? But to answer your question, I don't think so. If he did he probably would have showed up before now."

Raph huffed, "Well that's good, if he ever shows up here, let me know, I'll take care of it."

You laughed, shaking your head, "Listen, Karate Kid, if he ever shows up here, I'll take care of it myself."

"Hey, if you ever need any help, I'm always in need of a new punching bag."

"Chill out, Raph." you said, giggling, "But if I ever need you to fight someone for me, I'll let ya know."

How long the two of you sat there and talked you had no idea, the only thing you knew was that you wanted it to last as long as possible.

You heard Raph sigh, "Listen, Shortstack, I gotta get goin' otherwise fearless'll have a heart attack."

You breathed out a laugh, "Shortstack? You don't even know how tall I am."

"Not many people are taller than me, call it an educated guess."

"Whatever, Hotshot. See you next Friday?"

"Yeah, next Friday."

You stood up and brushed yourself off. Picking up your empty soda can, you made your way back over to the fire escape, not knowing that a pair of candy green eyes were watching you go.

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[plaindangan]

Kirumommy totes need to help kaede find ideas to tease shuichi and make him pew pew his pants~! (kaede paid over 1 Billion)

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"Th-thank you, your majesty for the...more than generous donation." Kirumi said, bowing at the feet of the regal voluptuous woman. Queen Kaede Akamatsu of the esteemed Harmonia Kingdom. Lovingly referred as 'Cowede' by her loyal subjects for her fondness of wearing cow themed apparel.

"Ohohoho~" Cowede's graceful laugh echo throughout her golden chamber, practically shaking the room with its power and given Kirumi a blessing as she got to see her wide 'royal udders' shake and jiggle a bit from the display. "Think nothing of it! There's no price to pay for someone's who served me loyally...and for the problem at hand for me!"

"Ah, yes, you want to make Shuichi...ejaculate in his pants did you not?" A predatory smile appeared on Cowede's face. "Yes!!! But not just little squirts!! I want him to gush! To blow! To absolutely ruin those pants of his~ Until they're absolutely stained and unusuable!!! I need new ideas to get some fresh milk from him~" By the end of things, not only was Cowede drooling, but her tits had begun to leak milk - drenching her own bra - and Kirumi could swore it was the same situation concert her bikini bottom.

"Is that so...if it's a request then I'll do it to the best of my abilities? There are numerous solutions to your problems. For example, you could try clothed handjobs-"

"Done that."

"Perhaps a strip sho-"

"Done that, too~"

"Twerking?"

"I always do that~"

"I have a number for a good hypnotist and her establi-"

"Yep, even tried hypnosis~"

"...Whispering until he can't handle it anymore?"

"Done it~"

So clearly her majesty has been around the block for a good while and the more Kirumi rattled off options, the more clear it was that the Queen's own libido and vast experience had very much dwarfed the maid's expectations and possibilities. After a few minutes of this, Kirumi fell silent and pondered anything that could be left.

Unaware that, during this time, Cowede had taken a shining to her maid's 'physical' side, such as her own big bust that threatened to make her dress shirt pop open, and those curvy hips of her's was nothing to sneeze at as well~

"...Kirumi?"

"Yes, your majesty?"

"How would you like to make another billion yen?~"

*

When Shuichi was to be called into the royal chambers he would be instantly greeted by the Queen herself, glomping onto his left side and burying his face into her soft mega tits. In the past, that probably would have been enough to get him cream himself right then and there, but instead all it did now was just make him extremely flustered. Yet, he could handle it...

What he couldn't quite handle was another woman altogether latching on to him from the right side. Dressed in a similar cowprint bikini as Cowede, Kirumi (or should it be Kowrumi?) began to stroke at his chest and smush his face inbetween her large tits~

"Welcome to my quarters, my dear Sweetheart~ Hope you don't mind my dear Kowrumi joining in on the fun for tonight, hm? Are you enjoying yourself?"

"A-aaaaaaaaaah~"

"Hm?" Kowrumi's fingers trailed downwards to Shuichi's pants. Yep, they were absolutely soaked. "You were right. Master Saihara would eja-, ah, cum himself if I were to do this. Your wisdom was right as always, my Queen."

"Ohohohoho~ You just get these things after a while, my dear. Now...care to help me coax some more 'milk' from our guest of honor?~"

"It would be my pleasure~" Pulling down his pants, both women - queen and maid - got to work getting milk from that hung, wet, cock the only appropriate way they knew how: by rubbing their oiled up big boobs all over the aching thing until he exploded all over their awaiting faces and mouths.

For the Queen of Harmonia, and someone who get paid in interest, this was money well spent~

#DRtojo-R18 #DRakamatsu-R18

[medicus-felini]

ᓚᘏᗢ Small (actually not so small) vent below. [Depression tw]

I don't know how to describe it exactly why but I got a massive mental burnout the other day. It may be not my bestest decision to share it here but I feel writing it down is better than keeping it for myself.

All the bad things that happened and still happen to me caught up. I feel awful. I lie awake the whole night only to break out in tears when my partner woke up. There was too much in my head to even spell out what exactly made me break down.

I am looking for a job for years, trying to get a normal daily shedule only to never get an answer and to fuck up my sleep shedule for the 100th time. I am getting 25 this year. My depression and panic disorder I developed when covid began seemed to 'heal' in a way. I went to group therapy, got medication which I still take to this day. I am stuck because I have trouble doing phone calls. Trouble TIPING IN numbers for real therapists.

Time is awful. When will I be done with learning a job? I will be 28 if it happens someone recruits me this year. And then I work. I will have so much less time for things I like. Speaking of which: I catch myself falling into the 'I don't enjoy the things I normally enjoyed' loop again. That was one of the main reasons for taking antidepresants and it now seems to crawl back.

I want to at least do something I enjoy. Writing, drawing, playing video games. I started to feel little joy in it again. It makes me angry to not be happy with my time. I don't want this.

I text my family less and less not because I am mentally exhausted but because of their believes. All except my dad (which I always had little contact to) openly and proudly boast about how they vote right wing parties in Germany. You can't discuss with them. I can't. Because I instantly start crying like some trauma haunted 12 year old back in the day when my mom raised her voice. This party I am speaking of actively stands for traditional beliefs, inbetween against lgbtqia+ (which, surprise, I am part of).

They only see points they like. "Oh, they won't get this through, you will be fine." BUT YOU VOTE FOR THESE BELIEVES. You actively support these anti lgbtqia+ shit only because you are racist and intolerant towards NORMAL PEOPLE who live their lives in Germany like everybody else for years.

Next thing is they hate my partner. Something that really only was a question of time passing. My mother always seems to dislike my and my sisters partners after some time. Finding little things she can pick on and passive aggressively point them out. Making everyone awkward and feeling unwelcomed. I feel unwelcome. It is my partner. My choice. You despite my choice and thus insult me with it. Family gatherings became horrible. My partner doesn't want to say anything because he is scared to 'mess up' and my mother getting fuel for her hatred. My sister is young and living with her. She took on my mother's believes politcal wise. I love her dearly but I feel like she also only plays mirage only to talk bad behind my back, which she usually does with other people.

I feel so alien. I don't even want to drive over there to my birthday. I would love to but it doesn't feel like my family anymore. It feels all so forced. My dog gets older too. He is the reason I still look forward a little bit when visiting them.

Writing this feels good in a way tho. Even if I know the majority of my moots only as little guys in my screen, I feel loved. I will observe my mental state these next weeks. If it doesn't get better, I'll call my doc and ask if we can higher my dosis. Just so I can think clearly and focus on important matters.

*Siiiigh* okay okay thanks for being lovely babes ♡

#this probably has so many typos but I just let my fingers write I did not proof read #depression tw #anxiety tw #⚕ ⦅ break time. ⦆⠀⠀/ ooc .

[wideeyedsmile]

The Notes You Left

(If you have no idea what is happening please see this post here. Yes a couple people asked for this. You have been warned)

ACTUAL Author's Note: Please note that this is a fic within in a fic. The "author" is a gotham citizen who, like many women her age in gotham, ship the Batman with Bruce Wayne, unaware that they are the same person. Any authors notes from Me, the real life author, will be noted as ACTUAL authors notes. "Authors Notes" are part of the plot, make sure to read them. If you leave questions or suggestions I will clarify whether its Me (the Actual Author, aka Kris) or the fictional author that replies. Also: this has not been edited very well and was written on my phone inbetween shifts at work. If the grammar or spelling is bad just lemme know and I'll edit it.

Author's Note: Hey guys! My name is Melanie, this is my first fic on here! I only recently found the Batman x Bruce Wayne shippers online and MY GOD you guys are such good writers! As with most fics, I'm gonna be using the name that others in the fandom have come up with for Batman. I know there are a few names popping up but this is the one I see the most. ALSO: This fic starts about a year and a half after Batman first started popping up so thats why everyone is so young in this! They'll age up as we go! If anyone has any Batman info that I might've missed or that you think could be useful just leave it in the replies! Same goes for the Wayne family!

Chapter 1:

Despite what the media may think of him, Bruce is not, in fact, a complete idiot. Yes, he's super rich, and yes, he definitely gets around, but he's not as stupid as the public seems to think. He's trusted by the board, and thus knows when things at Wayne Enterprises aren't going to plan.

"Mr. Wayne, this is the tenth time that prototypes have been stolen like this from the company. As with the last nine times, we've already involved the police, but we both know how this is going to go. This man didn't leave a trace behind. We have to start an inside investigation or else this will keep happening" Lucius told him. And it was true, no one could find the missing tech.

Well, that isn't quite true.

They could easily find it, they just didn't have a way of getting it back.

10 times. 10 times Wayne Tech prototypes have gone missing. And 10 times the Batman has shown up with very similar tech afterwards.

By this point everyone knew about him. No one knows who he is or exactly what he is. But for a year and a half he's been doing better at controlling Gotham's crime rates than the police have ever dreamed of doing. Some think he's God's gift to Gotham. Others think he's the Devil himself. Bruce, however, finds him intriguing. He always loved a good mystery, and this man was a mystery in combat boots.

Bruce had a system by now. Make 2 duplicate prototypes of everything. It's worked the past 7 times, with only one per going missing. And even for the first 3 times, notes would be found 3 weeks later, presumably from Him, providing notes on what could be improved and various diagnositic reports that he had run. The only reason Bruce didn't turn those handwriting samples into the police was because those diagnostic reports and improvement notes were always extremely helpful. At this point, he almost awaits the notes him and the tech team will get from the Bat, knowing that it will help make a more marketable product in the end. Maybe even take out some villains in the process.

"How much money are we wasting just letting this continue?" One of the other board members asked.

"We aren't letting it continue, we are buying our time. I don't want an in-person visit from you-know-who." Lucius explained.

"Mr. Wayne, what are we suppose to do about this?"

"Well, the financials from last quarter came back. Those first 2 prototypes were released officially, and did great. Maybe 2 minor bugs reported. And thats much less than the 27 major bugs reported by you-know-who. Who knows, if we really start running the numbers, we might be profitting off him." Bruce said.

"Did he leave another typewriter note?" Lucius asked.

"Yes. Tech team found it this morning" Bruce said. That was a lie. All the notes were handwritten. Done in one hell of a rush with some very shaky writing. Every few weeks, Bruce would spend maybe an hour transcribing it on a typewriter to give to the tech team. He couldn't explain why he was so devoted to helping the Bat, but it was such an interesting mystery to him that he almost didn't wanna know the answer.

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"Mr. Wayne! I've got something I wanna show you!"

Bruce turned to see who was calling out to him, even though he could've guessed easily. Every Sunday after the board meeting, Bruce makes his way to the engineering lab at Wayne Tech. And every Sunday, Abel wants to show him something.

Abel Bates was one of the first hires Bruce made upon returning from his travels abroad. He had just finished his time in Japan when Abel applied for a lead tech engineer position. Fresh out of grad school, he showed potential in applied tech. Both the more experimental things and simplier, household appliances.

"Abel.... why the hell am I looking at a straw?" Bruce asked. Quite literally the only thing on the table was a single bendy straw.

"I know it doesn't look like it Mr. Wayne, but this is possibly the best thing I've ever invented"

"Abel you've worked here for 2 years please stop calling me Mr. Wayne. I'm 28, I'm not that old." He said. Abel was only 2 years younger, and yet always insisted on calling him "Mr. Wayne". Bruce respected him, and would honestly love to be friends with him, but he can't drink a glass of wine or whiskey with someone who called him "Mr."

"Sorry Bruce. Old habits die hard, ya know? Anyway, I think this could really be something amazing! The chemical compounds took a while to get right, and figuring out the right elasticity and texture, and how the bend should work-"

"Ok listen unlike you I don't have a degree in this, so just tell me why a straw is so important."

"Yeah, ok. So, people with a wide array of disabilities can't use reusable straws. Like if someone has involuntary movements the metal straws could break a tooth. If someone has trouble moving the silicone straws won't work cause they don't bend right. Disposable straws are the only ones that tend to work right, because they bend correctly and are soft. Well, I was thinking about it, and I decided I would fix that! Make a reusable straw that is accessible to disabled people and that won't cause them any sort of pain."

This is why Bruce hired Abel. He's very offbeat, very socially awkward at times, and often in his own head. But due to constantly being left alone with his thoughts, he thinks about the stuff no one else bothers to. Thus he'll invent something you never realized was a necessity.

"Have you done any testing? You know, just to make sure you aren't gonna hurt someone with this?"

"Not a whole lot. We did take it over to Gotham Medical and had some stroke victims try it. They were able to use it just fine. We had the caretakers try to wash it and thats where we're running into trouble. It's a bit too much on the thin side, but if we make it thicker we run into the problem the silocone straws have." Abel explained. "We'd also lose the bending mechanism and I worked hard on that".

"Do you have any ideas to fix it?"

"Not yet, but I'm gonna keep working on it."

"Well, I think it's a great idea. I do have to ask why you know so much about straws and disability though." Bruce asked.

"I saw a story in the paper a few months ago. A teenage girl had a seizure while she had a metal straw in her mouth. Her jaw clamped down, and afterwards her family had to ask for donations to help with the dental work. It made me really sad and so I researched if thats a common problem and turns out it is! So, yeah, working on fixing it." Abel explained. As per usual, he couldn't look Bruce in the eye while speaking. He looks so shy and yet could talk and talk for hours while never really looking at you.

"Didn't expect you to be a newspaper guy."

"Gotta support local journalism!"

"I feel like you could do that by reading a blog."

"Blogs don't pay the bills"

"I suppose." Bruce said. "Hey, were you able to get any of the bugs from the latest note fixed?"

"I haven't, no. I think its Claire who's working on that. Apparently she knows a lot about gas masks cause the second that note showed up she had all sorts of ideas on how to fix it." Abel explained.

"Alright, just ask her to text me when she has updates. Listen, I gotta go. I've got lunch with Lucius. You should come with us one of these days!"

"Maybe. You have a good one Mr. Wayne!"

"Stop calling me that!" Bruce said before closing the door behind him.

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Abel looked around the lab. Logan had just finished a new fabric prototype, meant to be used in gliders. Abel, however, had other plans for this.

Bats can fly. Maybe he should too.

#idk what to tag this fic #bruce wayne #batman #bruce wayne/batman #bruce wayne x batman #batfamily #batman fanfic #lowkey crack fic #i haven't written fanfiction in years bare with me #if stuff isn't comic accurate oh well #the notes you left #gotham citizen au

[byberbunk2069]

14-17, 19-21

Veil and Ronnie both

I hope the hyphen means "and everything inbetween those numbers too" cause I'll do it anyway

14. what is their weapon of choice? Veil: Her Netwatch Netdriver but failing that she goes between Skippy and a Unity. She has monowire implants and is really good with them when she can accurately judge the distance of her target.

Ronnie: She primarily uses her Lexingtons but brings out the Carnage when things get hairy and when she wants to have fun she'll mix things up with her fists and a baseball bat

15. what is their preferred vehicle or transportation of choice? Veil: Thorton Galena, the "shitmobile", she's had it since her first shift supervising Arasaka's Netrun Operations. It is one of her pride and joys.

Ronnie: She borrows the shitmobile but also uses a Kusanagi CT-3X

16. how would you describe their style? Veil: As soon as NetWatch burned her she slowly moved away from a lot of the smart dress and went back to leather, denim, and t-shirts/tanks like her old rockergirl days. But something imprinted from her well-to-do upbringing is knowing how to dress for an occassion. She's a self described NetRocker.

Ronnie: Should have been a rockergirl if life had not thrown her lemons, shut the door on her face and then slammed the window on her fingers. She was known for her "alternative" look when she worked Jig-Jig Street. When working out her style I thought "late 80's rivethead meets early 90s Gregg Araki reject".

17. are they an early riser or a night owl? Veil: Veil has no concept of time and that's not because she fell in to the corpo lifestyle of partying and other sleaze (maybe a little bit), she's mainly too busy cruising the Net to tell what time it is.

Ronnie: A night owl for sure. Whether by choice or through her work.

19. is your character from Night City Veil: Yes! Veil is from the nicer part of Heywood, spending her time in a cozy apartment complex, living off of the wealth of decades old oil tycoon inheritence. She would move to Japantown in her mid-late teens when she started her netrunning career early and wanted to move away from corpo influence.

Ronnie: Ronnie originates from Brazil, she and her parents moved to Night City (SanDom) to get away from a conflict Militech was involved with.

20. Where do they currently live? Veil: She's made herself at home in the H10 apartment. Spending most of her time in the armory that has been converted in to her own little Netrunner Operations (the armory is now part of the general living space).

Ronnie: Ronnie couch surfs, primarily staying at H10, but after mending things with Rita she's allowed to stay over at her H11 apartment for as much as she wants (and routinely models for Rita's little clay statues).

21. do they have favorite spots around NC? Veil: She likes to hang out on the H10 roof, trying to boost the range of her radio station. But generally she is pretty reclusive and only goes out if the merc work calls for it or if she really needs to do/get something.

Ronnie: Lizzie's Bar, after they let her back in as an honorary Mox (she's not really a Mox anymore). She's allowed to hang out with the guys and gals in the changing rooms. Judy lets her hang out in her editing room too because they talk about wanting to keep the spirit of Lizzie and the Mox alive.

#OC: Veil #OC: Ronnie #Cyberpunk 2077 #I can't remember doing an ask game so this is fun #I wanna answer as many questions as I can so I don't mind if I have misinterpreted the ask

[toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime]

Thank you for the tag @baynton 💖

List 5 favourite shows (in no particular order) and answer questions accordingly. 1. You, Me and the Apocalypse 2. The Wrong Mans 3. BBC Ghosts 4. The Inbetweeners 5. The Office (US) (Ignore the fact that three of these are Mat things, it's all I've really been interested in for the last three years or so.)

1. Who is your favourite character in 2?

Sam, of course <3

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?

Ohhh, I'm weirdly fond of most of the characters but Spike is annoying as fuck.

3. What's your favourite episode of 4?

"Will's Birthday", Series 2, Episode 3 because I too had a dinner party for my 18th birthday based on this, unfortunately, I did not serve Coq Au Vin.

4. What is your favourite season of 5?

Season 6 has to be my favourite for Jim and Pam's wedding episode and the birth of Cece 🥺

5. What's your favourite relationship in 3?

Actual canon relationship has to be Alison/Mike, but ship wise, I'm a Thomas/Julian fan.

6. Who is your anti relationship in 2?

As long as Sam is getting wrecked, I don't really care? So I guess any ship not involving Sam?

7. How long have you watched 1?

It'll be about 2 or 3 years now.

8. How did you become interested in 3?

I saw a clip of it during one of the COVID lockdowns and it was being advertised as Horrible Histories for grown-ups. I told my sister about it because we sort of watched Horrible Histories as teens and she said we could watch it. I'll never forget saying to her before we started watching it, "Do you remember when everyone was obsessed with Mathew Baynton back when Horrible Histories was on?" and look what fucking happened.

9. Who is your favourite actor in 4?

Joe Thomas <3

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2 or 5?

Probably number 1, especially if it had more seasons.

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?

There are more episodes of 3 and I've been watching it for slightly longer so 3.

12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Charlotte Hinchcliffe beecause she's fit and doesn't really end up in any massively embarrassing situations 🤣

13. How would you kill off your favourite character in 5?

Get Dwight to do it (my favourite character is Jim, basic, I know 🙈).

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work?

It would since a few of the supporting cast from The Inbetweeners have been in Ghosts now - the humour would have to change though, preferably Ghosts' humour to be more vulgar so I can hear Thomas saying "pussy", thanks.

15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple.

Paula and Mary - power mums balancing each other out and bringing up their boys together in the best way possible 🤣 Also, Ariel/Jamie, very unlikely but strangely okay.

16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I meannnnnnnn, fuck. Nah, I'm not betraying Mat like that. 3.

#not tagging anyone but I had fun doing this #thanks again for the tag nat 💖

[echoversit]

Vers' Health Journal Day 3

Intuitive eating is going relatively well, and pain is down today so I was able to get up and right to breakfast (bagel, cream cheese, milk, creatine) and get to working out!

ALRIGHT so because I skipped yesterday, I decided to make up for lost time by doing the most ambitious abs workout on my list. Luckily for me, this is one of the ones I was looking forward to rating the most; I'm a sucker for one punch man numbers of reps and any workout that says I'll look like a buff animated lady.

I'm gonna go take a walk now...

Rating Floor Workout Tiktoks/Reels/Pins

Today's workout was by claireify4me on Tiktok! It contains 4 sets of 50 reps of leg raises, bicycles, toe touches, and then 30 seconds of normal and side planks each. It's a pretty crazy workout, so I decided not to kill myself immediately and go for two sets. To my pleasant surprise, I was able to do three! If I didn't have a lot of obligations tomorrow, I might have opted to try the final set, but I decided to save my abs total annihilation.

This workout took me an inordinate amount of time; after the first set, I decided to rest 10 seconds after every 10-20 reps to make my endrance last a little longer, and gave myself a few minutes inbetween each set; so all in all it probably took me a good 30-40 minutes. Whoops.

Coordination: All of these movements are pretty straightforward, and I proved myself wrong from the other day by finally understanding how the bicycles in most of these ab videos work.

Difficulty: After the first set, the burn in my abs wore off for the most part, but I definitely felt them working hard, and I did find myself having to rest like I mentioned earlier. Super challenging but in a good way!

Favorite exercise: I found the toe touches by far the easiest for me to manage, but the bicycles were the hardest ones for me to finish by far. Looks like I'll need to work on my obliques, ehehe.

Least favorite exercise: I can never seem to get comfortable when I'm doing side planks, but that's another me thing.

Rating: 5/5! This is gonna be a top contender for me, I can feel it. The movements might seem a little tedious for some, but I like being able to zone out and listen to things while I workout, so things with a ton of reps of the same movement are always nice for me.

#Vers' Health Journal #Rating Floor Workouts #workout #health and fitness #fitness journey #healthy living

[ocean-anchored]

Dear future self.. August 29, 23

I swear I'll actually write more than just the shit I put up with from Zack. This just isn't working anymore & as much as I hate to admit or want it to work out, I know it's not going to. How did things escalate once again to you creating this bigger issue than it was. I have to carefully plan out my communication, plan out my words before I say them or you take them literally & you don't let me correct myself & you jump from 0-100 in seconds. I want glad to have finally talked to you because I didn't get to talk to you for most of the whole day & then you barley had 2 minutes with me before you hung up & said you'd call me when you checked in which turned into after an hour (when I find out you were in the parking lot of the hotel so that's great) that you were going out to eat & would call me "ASAP" which apparently meant another 2 hours, so yes I was glad to have gotten more than 3 minutes with you on the phone before bed but how quickly do you snap & turn your ears off of listening. How many times have I said that I don't appreciate when you call me grumpy? Especially when I'm not in the mood to take that joke which you should know by now. It's like you do it on purpose or to start shit. So yes when you make a comment that you acknowledge how you should show appreciation to me a bit more, yes I agreed with you. But how cut throat to jump on my back when I try to communicate & express MY needs in this relationship. Because everything is about you. I'm constantly adjusting MY life to fit for you & being away, I'm constantly trying to tell you how much I appreciate you & love you & asking how I can change my communication so that it doesn't start a fight with you. But the second that I try to express what I need, even after I've said it MORE THAN ONCE in this relationship, shame on me. Shame on me to even think for a second that I should be asking for anything from you because you're so exhausted & you work 10x harder, shame on me to ask YOU for more. How dare I think that I'm worthy of asking for what I need from you. How fucking pathetic. Never in any relationship have I ever been so disrespected & put down when trying to communicate my wants or needs. If that's not the number one biggest fucking redest flag there is than I don't know what is. But the fact that after this many times of me saying how I would appreciate if you would acknowledge and show you cared a bit more inbetween the constant joking around sometimes to the point where I've asked you to stop, how fucking dare I ask that of you. It's stupid. I don't need this. I don't fucking need a partner that won't fucking listen to me & then use my words against me. You fucking sit there & have told me in the past that you would "never use your words against you" & that you're always here to listen blah blah blah but when it comes time to listen you fucking don't. You make it about you & you twist my words when I say something wrong or am too literal & you blow up. I'm sorry but fuck you. I'm SORRY for trying to communicate my needs. I'm sorry for trying to express what I need to feel secure in this damn fucked up relationship. Fuck me for thinking I could. I'm not taking responsibility for this dumb fucking fight because this was not me, this was you getting mad at me that I brought up that I wanted more of some sort of appreciation in this relationship & fuck you for blowing it up & basically telling me that I'm in the wrong. I can't even be mad. I can't even cry because I'm so fucking stupid to think that anything would change. Stupid to fucking think that this type of relationship would work. Like seriously, good fucking luck finding another fucking girl friend that sits in the house 24/7, has no friends, doesn't go out, doesn't talk to anyone but you & waits like a fucking dog till you get home to just bow down to whatever you fucking want. Screw that. If you can't fucking respect me & literally even care enough to know what I need & want in this relationship than there's nothing there. This is never going to work out.

#zp #dear future self #dearfutureself #personal #journal update

[sevilemar]

I admired my Ma a lot ( I still do) but I realized pretty quickly that we were different. I don't have the social skills or connections that my Mom does though I managed to be really hard working. It harder for me to connect with people and my Mom and Dad really emphasized that I needed to work on my social skills. I kind of had to 'train' myself to become more social. For example one Summer whenever I ran I would say hi to everyone I met on my run. Now its like second nature and I'll even wave at cars. I had to train myself to initiate or engage in conversation because otherwise I won't. I did do a work around though where I just keep asking the other person questions and I don't really have to talk. I'm really good at coming up with questions because I'm a naturally inquisitive person. I sometimes ask too many so my family (including my Mom) will limit the amount of questions I can ask. She always kind of made me feel like I did tasks or things the 'wrong way'. Like if I cleaned the dishes she would look them over and put them back in the water. It's caused me to not really want to help out unless she asks for something specific. I'll hover nearby in case she needs me to get something, but I won't initiate which upsets her. I like it when I can learn and do things alone because I feel like i can do them the way I want and won't be judged. My Mom provided for the family and made sure we had the practical stuff but I felt wasn't really there emotionally? She doesn't really see a need to like TELL us she loves us when she shows it. However since one of my main love languages is words I do need it. I tried telling her that but it always ends up with us being frustrated. I feel like she's more forthcoming in her verbal affection with my Dad and Brother though. I joke that she has a number one, two and three in the house and she doesn't find that funny. She doesn't seem very interested hearing about my interests. Or if she did listen it would be for a limited amount of time. So I had to get out as much as I can before I was shut down. She does try sometimes to ask but it never feels genuine after all those times of shutting me down. My Mom's still probably the one in the house I'm most connected to though, but still

Oh man, I feel ya on the training yourself to do human interactions. I would much rather sit in a tree reading a book as a kid, than be on the ground and potentially having to talk to another person. Still prefer that, actually, minus the tree. My aging body does not react well to sitting in trees for hours anymore. When I went to summer camps or on school trips, the letters my mum hid in my luggage always included an encouragement to go out and connect with people, and not hide behind a book so much.

I think overall it was a good thing. I was bullied on and off in school, so my experiences with social interactions were not always good, and mum's encouragements were stressful sometimes. But especially summer camps and the like, where nobody knew me from school, were a great opportunity to make different, better memories. If I didn't have these experiences, I think a) my childhood would feel a lot less happy, and b) I'd have even more problems connecting with people now. How do you feel about it?

Questions are great for making connections. Everyone likes talking about themselves, and as long as they talk, you don't have to. Although I find that if I ask too many without telling stuff about myself inbetween, people will close up.

The way your mum redoes your work does not sound very confidence-inducing, tbh. No wonder you prefer to learn by yourself. I have a badger friend who is very particular about cooking. Now, I'm not much of a 'sit by and watch other people do the work' person, so the best way for me is to ask him how exactly he wants the onions sliced, or the dough kneaded, etc. It fulfills my need to help, and minimises his discomfort with things not being done right.

It's not easy when your family and you don't speak the same love language. I think the only thing you can kinda do is learn theirs a bit? Like, identify what they use, and try to communicate with them through that? I think this might be a very snake sec answer, though^^

I'm not gonna get into your family dynamics, because I don't feel comfortable talking about it. I'm also not quite sure why you're telling me all this, nonny. I'm down to just chat like this if you like. It's kinda nice to find another who has similar experiences ☺. If you want more shc focus though, just let me know.

[ablackfangirlwrites]

A/n: A new chapter for those of you who were waiting for this! I hope you enjoy it 💕🖤💕 again tagging @ayocee because you were a big help in making this love u boo😘

Part 1

Part 2

“You are too damn cute,” Daichi said breathlessly as he kissed you against the library bookshelf.

You couldn’t help but giggle, “Daichi- you’re going to get u-us in trouble.” You said inbetween his kisses, But he didn’t seem to care as he pushed up closer against you and deepened the kiss. 

That’s how the last few days had been. You had been wrapped in everything that was Daichi. And you had been enjoying every second of it. 

How did you get so lucky? Was all you could wonder. First, a random guy who is insanely hot pops up into your life and returned your precious wallet; And on top of that, he was interested in you!

And it’s been since that day you the two of you had been meeting up. 

You had been right. You did have a few classes with him. And when you saw him the next day he offered to sit next to you and walk you to your next class. To which you happily agreed.

And after a few walks around campus and late-night texting sessions, you found yourself really enjoying his company. Hints the reason why you were making out during one of your study sessions in the library 

So needless to say the two of you really really did hit it off. 

And things really had been blissful with Daichi. He really was all the things you had thought he was, handsome, charming, funny, caring. He was literally everything you wanted in a guy. 

Except there was one problem…

He wasn’t so keen on being in a relationship. 

“I just got out of a relationship Y/n…” He told you the first time you brought up being his girlfriend and making things official.

“But I do like you a lot so I can definitely see myself with you if we keep this up, ” And looking into his beautiful brown eyes you believed him. And you had hope that there was a passionate relationship in the future for you two.

“But doesn’t that upset you? It’s been like a month since you started talking. What do you wanna do? Are you going to keep seeing him? ” Your friend asked you once they knew you and Daichi had been seeing each other for a few weeks. And nothing had been declared official yet. 

“I don’t know...I mean I get why he doesn’t want to rush into anything, but I believe if I give him a little time we’ll be together...He’s a good guy.” You told her confidently. If anything you were trying to convince yourself. Maybe it was because of all those bad relationships of your past you were doubtful. "He just got out of a relationship he just needs time."

Daichi was different. He had to be. He was nice..he’s a good guy.

Her only response was a sigh, “Alright I trust your judgment. But even nice guys can have a bad side.” 

Once again you found yourself just hoping you were right. 

Things kept getting more intense with Daichi. Which was good and bad; Bad because even after seeing each other for over 3 months he still didn’t want to make it official and good because even though that was the case you still couldn’t get enough of him, he was just so good to you. He always listened to you. He was was making sure you were comfortable with him. He was literally perfect.

But you weren’t so stupid and naive, and again it might have been because of all the other times you had been used. That you had made a deal with Daichi. No sex until you were official.

The only problem with that was Daichi seemed okay with it. Make out sessions and dry humping was working for him. And he respected your boundaries, And it annoyed you to no end because the whole reason you said that was to encourage him. But that didn’t work.

There was one other issue too...His friends.

You weren’t sure if they like you or not. It wasn’t that they were mean to you either. If anything they were indifferent. Daichi talked about them all the time, making them sound fun and lively. And when you met them they all seemed great, but whenever you were around you couldn’t help but get the feeling they were all having a conversation about you behind your back. It made yoi feel uneasy. But you pushed it too the back of your mind.

“You really falling for all that? His one friend Kuroo asked you one day. After Daichi had left to do something, leaving you with his friends. Out of all of Daichi's friends he was the one that you were sure you didn’t like. As far as you were concerned Kuroo was a nerd and who was annoying and he seemed to always have something snarky to say whenever he saw you with Daichi. 

“What jealous? You can't be as charming as him?” You quipped back at him.

Kuroo snorted with an eyeroll, “Sure.”

Annoyed with his attitude you spoke up again, "Whats you deal anyway? Aren't you supposed to be his friend? Or do you just not like us together?"

Kuroo signed closings his notebook and packing up his things where he was studying, “I’m just watching this one play out. It’s a shame tho you seem nice.” He was so condensing. It was always something vague with him.  But you just roll your eyes and continue about your way, not giving his words much thought.

Having no idea what his words really meant. 

But all good things must come to an end. 

It was a random day when you saw Daichi. He had been texting you as normal all-day. And everything seemed fine. You guys even planned on seeing each other later that night to study.

But then you saw him as you were heading back to your dorm.

That itself wouldn’t have been a problem if not for the fact he told you he was still had work to do in one of his classes, and the fact you saw him with someone else. And not just anyone. Another girl.

And again that wouldn't have been a problem either if not for the fact he had his hands wrapped around her, and she him as the two of them stood there kissing in broad daylight. Not caring who saw them. Which was very different from anytime you were with him. It wasn’t like he was keeping you a secret he took you around his friends after all...but now that you were really thinking about it you never been with him kissing outside in the middle of the campus who was she?

They stopped kissing and stood there talking for a bit smiling and staring into each other eyes, just like you usually do with him and you felt the sting in your heart. You almost felt bad for just standing there watching them. Like you were invading their privacy, but they were out in public…

You wanted an answer.

You don’t know where you got the courage from but you didn’t want to be a bystander in this. So you went up to them. Praying that she wasn’t anyone serious to him. That maybe she was like you and they hadn’t been made official and you still had a chance. You still wanted hope that you and Daichi could be together. 

“Hey, Daichi!” You said in a voice that was way too high.

Daichi seemed to freeze for a moment when he saw you, “oh-Y/n...Hey..er- how have you been?” 

He really was acting like the two of you hadn’t been texting just a few hours ago. And you felt your heart sinking.

“I’ve been fine, Daichi…” You started to trail off

But the girl spoke up, “Who’s this Di?” 

He cleared his voice, “Um a girl I study with sometimes."

You couldn't believe it, Daichi didnt even have the decency to tell her your name.

Daichi seemed to pick up how that made you feel so clearing his voice he spoke up, "Y/n.."

But the girl looked at him expecting him to say more which he also picked up on, " Annnd Y/n- this my girlfriend (girls name)” He answered avoided your gaze.

You didn’t know what hurt the most that he couldn’t look at you, or that he was in a relationship when he had been leading you on all this time.

But not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of him anymore. You faked a smile, “Yeah, ummm...I-I was just asking if you had any trouble- with that problem number 4 on the test today?”  You asked him out of the blue.

Daichi seemed to sigh with relief that you weren’t making a scene, “Yeah, I did actually. But I’m sorta busy right now but we can go over it later alright?” 

You were so hurt, and you were trying not to cry, “Don’t bother...I'll figure it out” You told him before walking away.

This was a nightmare! You felt betrayed! How could he? The events of the last few minutes replayed in your head. A girlfriend? No wonder he didnt want to be in a relationship with you, he was already in one! You wished so hard that it wasnt true. That he would run after you and tell you it was a joke. That you were the one he wanted. That the last few months with him weren't a lie.

But that wasn't going to happen.

You got far enough to where you were sure they couldn’t see you before you let your emotions flow....He had a girlfriend you repeated in your head over and over again. You felt so used, and stupid. This was far worst than the other guys, Because you actually believed he was different; that he was your Mr. Perfect. 

But you were so wrong.

“Oof that was awkward,” You heard someone say besides you, you quickly tried to wipe away the tears on your face. Only to look to see it was Kuroo. Great, of course, it was him out of all people you thought.

“I bet you’re really enjoying this,” You said trying your best to sound tough as you fiddled with your clothes and tired to make yourself look like you werent crying.

But kuroo wasnt so cruel to tease you while you were clearly upset, and he knew the reason why, “Y/n, I’m sorry-” He tried to tell you but you werent listening.

"I dont need you pity kuroo," You said rolling your eyes and leaving.

 You didn’t have time to deal with another jerk. You thought you were done with them. Daichi was supposed to be a good guy. The one you could trust. The person that was going to make your life better. 

But from what you just went through and that hollow feeling in your chest, you knew how wrong you were.

#daichi x y/n #daichi sawamura x reader #f.boy daichi sawamura #daichi sawamura #haikyuu daichi #daichi scenario #haikyuu daichi x you #haikyuu daichi x reader #daichi x you #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x you

[angelsswirl]

Whatever Makes You Happy

Chapter 8: can i be your line

And I wanna feel like you've let me go

The pounding behind your eyes doesn't allow you to sleep the day away as you would have preferred.

Instead it urges you to peel back your eyelids and take in your surroundings. You immediately notice you're not in your own room. You also notice that you're practically wrapped around Lisa's arm like a koala.

You immediately scramble back, the goings-on of last night slapping you in the face harshly.

"There's some pain medicine and water on the table next to you." Lisa said. Her voice seems to be void of emotion, void of grogginess like she's been awake for awhile.

She's staring at the high ceiling, completely still, and once you let go of her arm, she pulled it back into her own side, about as far away from you as the bed would allow.

"...thanks." You scarf down the medicine and water. Willing the capsules to dissolve and give you some relief about as soon as they hit the back of your throat.

Lisa started to speak again, "Your new friend is...lovely." The sarcasm is so evident you're not sure why Lisa didn't just say how she really felt. That's what she would normally do when you didn't want to hear it.

"Jennie is an aquired taste."

"Clearly. I would have slept on the couch in my office but you wouldn't let me go."

You swallow, "Sorry."

Lisa doesn't say anything further. Her face only grew pensive, then she unceremoniously climbed out of the bed. And into the hallway. Away from you.

It's then that you had notice she slept (or didn't sleep) in her clothes. She was still wearing the clothes she had been when you left the previous day.

You couldn't imagine that she had been that comfortable. You couldn't imagine that she had been that comfortable with you.

You wondered if her distance had been caused by whatever Jennie had said to her when she dropped you off. You knew she said something, she wouldn't be Jennie if she hadn't, but you had absolutely no idea what. A consequence of drowning yourself in glasses of Don Julio.

Eventually, you had gained enough wherewithal to trek out into the kitchen as well.

You watched as Lisa quiet scurried around the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

"I didn't know you knew how to cook. I thought I always did it because you couldn't."

Lisa's jaw clenched lightly, "Who do you think did it before you were hired? You do it now because I'm...always working."

You fixed your mouth to say something further, but the twins padded into the kitchen groggy and bleary eyed. Their pajamas still strewn across their bodies oddly from the inevitable movement in their sleep.

"Morning, mom, y/n." They said in unison. You still haven't figured out if twin telepathy is actually a thing or if they're just messing with you because they know it freaks you out.

They sit at the counter, their breakfast already in front of them. There is a plate sort of haphazardly scooted in your direction.

You sit down at the counter next to the boys. Eyeing your eggs and bacon. You have half a mind to switch your plate with Kijung's just in case Lisa poisoned it.

But you take a bite. And three seconds later you're still alive so you decide it's probably safe to keep going.

"I'm going to go into work. I'll be back sometime in the evening."

Dohyung groaned loudly, while Kijung glared harsher than you knew a seven year old to be capable of.

"But today is your day off!"

Lisa glanced at you briefly, "Well now it isn't."

Kijung angrily pushed his plate away before scurrying off to his room.

Lisa rubbed her face tiredly, "Could you go handle that."

Lisa was talking to you, but Dohyung frowned as if she had been talking to him. He decided to run after his brother.

"They're not my kids. I'm just the nanny."

If there was ever a time when Lisa was tired of hearing that, it was right now.

"You go talk to them. Then either take them with you if you insist on running away from your problems like a coward or take them to Chaeyoung or your parents."

Lisa didn't verbally acknowledge that she had heeded what you said, but she did stalk off to the boy's room.

Ten minutes later, the boys bounce back into the kitchen, as happy as ever and fully dressed.

And you wish you could have that type of resilience when it came to Lisa as well.

"We're going to my parents." Is all she says before locking the front door behind her.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

You stare at your food for a moment before pushing it away. You grab your phone instead and dial a number with a huff.

She picked up on the third ring.

"This better be important, I was totally about to fuck my girlfriend in the shower."

"Ew. Jennie."

"You called me!"

"Anyway. What the hell did you say to Lisa last night?"

Jennie hummed as if she was thinking back, "Hmm. Can't tell you that. But I can tell you that if she took my advice then you're either getting laid tonight or you're getting fired. Don't think there's any room for anything inbetween those two outcomes."

"Jennie!"

"That's not how you say 'Thank you'..."

"I'm not going to thank you for getting me fired."

"So you'll thank me if you get laid?"

"No!"

"Hmph."

"Look, I just whatever you said to her made her a hell of a lot distant than she normally is. As soon as she woke up she couldn't wait to get away from me."

"Sounds like she heeded my warning, and is thinking over what she wants from you."

"Warning?"

"Oops. I said too much. Bye, y/n. Love you. Jisoo said she loves you too."

You rolled your eyes at the dial tone.

If this ended up just as badly as it had started you were going to murder Jennie.

.....

It's almost 7 pm by the time Lisa gets home. Sans kids.

You noticed something different about her the moment she walked through the door.

Lisa was always determined and she rarely ever took a step down a street without purpose. But something about the way she was all but stalking toward you felt...different.

And you could never ever tell what Lisa was thinking but you always knew how she felt.

So, when she walked up to you, and took your bottom lip between hers and gripped at the hem of your shirt like if she didn't she would spontaneously combust, you knew exactly what was about to happen, and you knew that it was going to end terribly. Nothing was going to come of it. But you couldn't stand the thought of stopping it.

Because.

This is what you wanted.

Right?

For her to feel nothing but your skin under her finger tips.

For you not to know where your body ended and hers began.

For you to feel nothing but pleasure instead of the overwhelming dread you had been.

For her to come to her senses, and leave  the hot confines of the bed and the damp fog of the room almost as soon as it was all over.

That was what you wanted?

Pain. And pleasure. But mainly just pain.

And yes, you knew it wouldn't end well. And you were right. It didn't end well.

But this.

Is exactly what you wanted.

It had to be.

#jesssica's fanfic #blackpink fanfic #blackpink #lisa x reader #lisa fanfic #whatever makes you happy #nanny au

[rs-elane-blogsandfictions]

BTS SCENARIOS/REACTIONS/ONE-SHOTS

Jungkook's One-Shot

Topic: His ex comes back to your lives when you two married and tries to get him back by creating problems inbetween you two...

Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Warnings: Smut (Dirty talks/games)

Rating: 18+ along with angst and drama

The following first few chapters would be though fluff and a little smut...

Part 2/Chapter 2

A/N's POV

Steps could be heard from upstairs as Jungkook left the shower and made his way down... His wet messy bangs fell down till his eyes as his muscular body covered in the comfortable PJ's appeared from the staircase and made their way to you... You were so much into those beautiful orbs that you didn't realise when the gap between the two of you had decreased to null...

He called your name sweetly but you were too much into the beautiful work of art that his voice never reached your ears... He waved his hands infront of your eyes but still no movement from your side... He smirked finally knowing what had happened to you and with one swift movement his hand went around your waist just to grab your body tightly and press it against himself... Your chest and entire front side pressed tightly against his... But what brought you back to senses was when your nipples underneath the shirt rubbed against his nipples...

The movement send shivers down your body.... And you quickly responded to the touch with a muffled moan... the moan was suppose to be loud but you muffled it... You still hadn't forgotten about the secret guests at home afterall... "Am I that handsome that someone can't resist herself for falling for my beauty!?" he asked more like a challenge... This handsome bunny of yours could be competitive and challenging over anything... Like literally anything... Just yesterday he got challenging over who can drink the most banana milk and in the end it was Jungkook ofcourse who won...

"You know dear, Daddy really wants to fuck his baby right away... But you're on your periods so I just can't... I wish so badly if I could just rip of those PJ's and slid my cock into that tight pussy of yours but it seems to be on a bloodfall :(" he said... Gosh! This man got you wet in seconds... But it was unusual for him to talk dirty when you were on your periods cause he didn't wanted you to be turned on during such a time and then couldn't help yourself... Though you weren't for real... "Leave for today, but I really wanted to fuck you hard, atleast on our wedding anniversary just like every year but it seems like this year I have to jerk myself off and help the growing problem... "....

Someone please stop this man!! If you had put your finger in your vaginal folds by this time, then for sure you could be easily able to hear the wet erotic sounds loud and clear judging by the wetness there... His lips then suddenly attacked your neck making you moan and throw your head backwards as your body leaned in his tight embrace......... "J-Jungkook... W-what a-are u d-doing...?" you managed to speak in the worn out state of yours... "Mmmmm! I'm just showing my love to my wifey! Can't I?" he asked yet sucking at a weak spot on your neck... Where he knew it drove you crazy... A couple of more moans left your mouth until you finally remembered that the other boys weren't far from you two... Just like the floor underneath... And thus you half-heartedly pushed him away from yourself...

"Horny Bun! I said na, that I'm on my periods, then why are u teasing me!? Huh!?" You asked... "Y/N... I'm really turned on baby! I can't fuck you so atleast let me kiss you and keep u close..." ... "Jungkook that's not like u! You never do any such thing to turn me on during periods! Cause you don't want me to suffer by not being able to get rid of a new problem when I already have this stupid problem of blood and cramps!?" you asked not being able to accept the fact that it was your same bunny boy doing such thing... No reply from the other side... Then suddenly he grabbed you be your thighs and picked you up before throwing you on his shoulder and taking u somewhere... You screamed in shock from his sudden move and then worriedly asked where he was taking you cause the expression u saw on his face before lifting you up was like when he was mad at something...

He took u to your bathroom and let u down while u asked rather confused that why he did he brought u here and like that? He then finally spoke up... "Y/N! You know I hate lies!! And if u didn't wanted to have sex with me or u don't like me touching u like that any longer, so you could have just told me that! I must have been hurt but atleast you must have said the truth to me!! Instead you opted for lying about periods to keep me away!?!!" he said as his eyes started to get teary and the hurt clearly shown by his voice... You took sometime to process what he said and spoke up...

"Who told you that I'm lying about my periods!?"... He gave a sarcastic laugh and said, "You still care how I got to know that instead of explanaing yourself!? Anyways... I checked the number of tampons and pads and they were exactly equal to the number last time left... If you were on your periods, atleast one pad or tampon must have been used but no! Not even a single one missing!".. "You seriously count the number 😑 Jungkook" you asked in disbelief... " Yes I do! But that doesn't matters any longer... You don't like my touch... Have u found someone else... Better than me.... If yes... Then don't worry just tell me... And I'll make sure not to come between the two of you..." he said in a low tone as a tear strolled down his cheek... Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Where is this hell going too!!??? You though to yourself.... Fuck Y/N! You really mess up the things!!

You were really hyped up seeing where this shit was going as you looked at your wristwatch... Just 20mins more... And it's 12:00... Till then u have to keep yourself from telling the truth but also keep him engaged in something.... You finally spoke up, "My fluffy Bunny 🐰! Don't cry *wipes away his tears, cups both his cheeks and lifting his head up, makes his pouty self look her in the eyes* It's not like what you're thinking... I love u and only u! There isn't anybody on this earth who is better than u! You are the best, the most perfect one for me!! And for that lie... Well... I fell down today in the morning and hurt my back....*another lie* I didn't wanted to worry u by telling you about the accident and thus lied... But seems like I needa tell u now seeing the situation..."

His face lowered down again and his baby sniffs were all that was heard in the room... He turned into a 3yrs old kid sobbing his heart out 😭 seeing whom u too felt bad... He then moved closer and wrapped his arms around u as his face buried in the crook of your neck where he sniffed and let out muffled sobbing... You lightly swayed your palm on his back in a to and fro motion while your other hand moved along his neck to his hair massaging there... You two stood there for about 10mins in absolute silence after which Jungkook slowly detached himself from u and looking into your eyes... Spoke up, "My lovely bunny girl!!! Sorry for accusing u for cheating 😔😞😓...

GIF's owned by me 😁❤️

I'm really sorry! I would never ever blame u again for anything!! I am sorry... I don't know what happened to me... I just thought like I was loosing u and that made me so scared and angry that this happened...." And he peppered your face with thousand sweet pecks.... You then tip toed and kissed his forehead... The soft feeling of your wet, plumb lips on his forehead gave him a feeling of contend and relaxation and the ache in his head just vanished away!! He changed back to your smiling happy bunny!! You checked the time... Just 7 more mins and it's 12:00!!

"Wifey! You hurt your back 😞... So come let's go to our room and let me massage your back and apply some antiseptic lotion! ☺️" he said... Aww! He's always so caring!! "Bun! Just wait... You lifted me up like that and my back hurts a bit... I need some rest... Just let me stand here for a while and I'll be better and then we may go..." *another lie 😐* "Sorry 😓😔😞 Hmm... We can wait as long as u want"... And after it was exactly 1min left to be 12:00 you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulling his face towards yours, you attached your lips with his, as you roughly kissed the "Jungshooked" boy though he kissed u back more roughly than u did.... And for the next 1 min it passed in a blissful moment until it was interrupted exactly at 12:00 by six dopes!

To be continued in the next chapter... I know I promised to make it a smutty truth/dare chapter but then I got this angst or I must say more of fluff scene in mind... So truth/dare skipped for next chapter... But I promise, next chapter will definitely have the truth/dare game! ☺️😁 DO NOT COPY MY WORK! OR REPOST IT ANYWHERE!

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[house-of-nevs]

Mondo Multiverse.

Look, we tried.

We decided, upon the first issue of Doomsday Clock that we'd write an overview of the whole thing whenever it was completed. It shipped this week, and we wrote most of our notes in preparation for a reread and planned to turn out the whole thing this weekend.

Then we began the reread. After two issues, we had to give up.

There's nothing inherently....wrong with the book. Obviously conceptually it's absolutely amoral and a further testament to how embarrassingly bad at publishing and creating innovative comics DC have become that they need to whip whatever they can out of a 30 year old Alan Moore story.

It's just. ..ordinary. It's the most superficial reading of Watchmen possible. To consider Doomsday Clock a sequel is to ignore so many of the themes, innovations, motivations, concepts and the people who make up what makes Watchmen more significant than a repackaging of the acquired Charlton characters.

So, rather than dwelling on the absolute artistic failure of DC, we'll drop off our original notes then meet you back here with a positive note.

'Well, It's About Time.'

We know exactly where we were on May the 25th.

It was our birthday. The shop was steaming hot, we were ploughing through energy drinks, we'd asked a supermodel friend to come hang around the shop in her pants. Friends mailed over mp3s of their singing 'happy birthday'. There was cake. On the whole, it was a good day.

Except for the new comics that shipped that week, which appeared to be designed to burn the tempers of fandom. Our inboxes were aflame with the revelation that Captain America was a member of Hydra. Best known to the world, of course, as the extension of The Nazis.

As preparations for the night's birthday began to come together and we ran through the reorders due to come in, the next hammer blow of news came in. Inbetween cute blondes and greetings texts, we skipped reading anything from the new comics so were told second hand that DC: Rebirth featured the introduction of the Watchmen into the DC Universe via the Dr Manhattan series from the 'Before Watchmen' series.

We shook our heads and went to meet up with our friends. It would be tomorrow's problem.

If the amount of detail about our private life seems excessive, well, it appears relevant to add some humanity to something as grounded as Watchmen. There's a distinct absence of it in all the post Before Watchmen material, after all.

Watchmen has lots of stories. The tales are borne from human reactions to the things bigger than them. Its about lots of things, relationships, percepction, maturing, forgiveness, psychosis, Doomsday Clock has one. The problem is that Doomsday Clock's story doesn't demand the vast of Watchmen to be told. Manhattan could be Captain Atom, or The Spectre. There are no people in this story. Merely plot devices being acted out by vehicles in the shape of characters.

The next thing to happen with DC including Watchmen into the DC Universe is 'The Button'. Tom King has drawn a lot of acclaim in the Tights N Fights world for his work on Batman, The Vision and Mr Miracle. This is not to be filed among those works. About the most exciting thing to be remembered is one of the cover variations wasn't available in the UK for a short period and went for more than cover price for a while.

It's winter 2017.

We're staying with a sexy friend on a comic buying adventure. Her green hair, accent and cat provides distraction from the cold and realisation that we're in the shadow of a hospital paid for by Jimmy Saville. Later we'll be shanghaied into a ludicrous story featuring a treasure trove of comics rotting to pulp kept in a series of stables. On the way to a comic shop we we work out how to download a rom of Rival Schools 2 to our hacked PSP.

We chat with the owner of the main comic shop in town. Discussion turns to the just shipped Doomsday Clock 1.

'So have you read it yet?'

'Yes.'

'Any....good?'

'It's popular. Lots of people are buying it.'

'Er-'

'You can have a Gary Frank print and a badge if you buy a copy. I'll even do the lenticular covet for regular price if you like.'

It's winter 2019. Sitting in a cafe. The Conservative party has just won their biggest victory in nearly 100 years. With a crushed sense of faith in humanity, we buy a digital copy of a comic that shouldn't exist published by a company who traded integrity in for buttons decades ago via a distribution channel owned by a company determined to turn the world into slave labour. A company that's just avoided paying back billions of taxes thanks to the defeat of the Labour party.

We've read Doomsday Clock 12. Nothing has happened in any issue of this comic that required the use of the Watchmen characters. We've been waiting 2 years to wait for Dr Manhattan to realise Superman is the bestest ever, apparently. This isn't a comic about people. It's a series of continuity fixes that wastes the talent of Gary Frank by giving him the nine panel grid to tell us about Nathaniel Dusk and why The JSA are alive.

And after all of this, we have to ask :

Was it worth it, Dan?'

Hello. Back in real time now. The main reason we couldn't get through the book was the utter lack of ambition. When you consider how Watchmen, for better or worse, set the blueprint for superhero comics for the next thirty years, you'd think something with the balls to be a literal sequel would bring anything new in the world of art that's happened subsequently to the game, but this could be any Roy Thomas JSA comic from 1984.

In fact, we'd argue the real sequel to Watchmen happened a few years back with (sorry, Alan.) Grant Morrison's Multiversity. Years in the making with no small amount of build up (Partly, we are told, via Grant having a bet with Brian Michael Bendis on who could write the most comics in a year. Just in case you were wondering why Seven Soldiers Of Victory ran quite so long.)

Multiversity takes the possibilities suggested by Watchmen and runs mental with them, taking the tropes of superhero comics and twisting them beyond recognition, not only breaking The Fourth Wall but also making you a participant, further involving you in the purest forms of The DC Universe. Frank Quitely sees the challenge of the mirror image issue of Watchmen and draws a comic that can be read in any direction.

ANY direction.

It's also sexy, irreverent, funny and somehow turns Captain Carrot into a hero. It remains, for us, the benchmark of innovation in comics since the coffee table spread from Big Numbers 2. We highly recommend it.

See Ya In The Fourth World.

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