#it starts monday and i rly need it to go well

[finagled]

hi friends ive just been kickin it in florida

in a few hours ill have my parents' house to myself for a week, just me and three doggos sittin' poolside

just want the whole thing to go well so that i can go back home to my fiancée when im supposed to

#radtalks #tbh i really havent been doing much other than chilling #and attempting to get a head start on microecon #im actually p nervous about school tbh #it starts monday and i rly need it to go well

[i23kazu]

I SWEAR I HATE YOU (i love you.)

warnings – swearing, suggestiveness, kissing. characters – diluc x gn!reader (modern au, college au) genre – romantic fluff. a/n – CHAPTER ONE of I’D GROW OLD WITH YOU !!! thank you for waiting omg i hope you guys enjoy ;) please read till the end! | please reblog!! it rly helps a starter blog like me ><

彡 ╰⊰✿´ description: a multi-chapter series in which diluc and you have been married for over 15 years now. this is the story of how you two met, fell in love, and lived happily ever after. (college!au, modern!au)

The prestigious Teyvat Academy was well known for its elegant school culture. Students strided through classes with confidence, wearing blazers with pants and skirts and everything that screamed elegance. 

What was not elegant was your monday schedule. 

Mr Slater has a clean track record of never going easy on students, much to your chagrin. He always gave a test on the first day of the week, without fail. Secondly, council meetings always lasted until 6. You honestly thought it was stupid that everything had to br dragged out until the evening… more time to see your fellow council members, you guessed. But that also meant seeing that dickhead. 

I hate council meetings. I have to stare that dickhead in the face and grin at everything he says… I should have been the president, you growled — in your head, walking towards the club room. 

Every student at Teyvat Academy knew of your academic rivalry with a certain Diluc Ragnvindr. In fact – it was sort of an ongoing inside joke for Teyvatians. 

From language to political sciences to home economics, the red haired senior had been competing with you since freshman year, and students would always bet between the two of you for the highest grade. And who would ask the other out first — you didn’t mind competing about grades, but for his heart? Hell no. 

“Nice of you to join us, (L/N).” The redhead sighed, irritated by your untimely entrance.

“Good to be here, Ragnvindr.” You gave him an irked tight-lipped smile in return. Bastard. All eyes looked at you and Diluc, watching the exchange. 

“As I was saying…” Thankfully for you, the meeting wasn’t that long and it was focused on things that were mainly to do with maintenance of certain areas of the campus. Not so thankfully, it seemed as if Diluc was purposely dragging this meeting out just to torture you with all the smirks he was throwing your way — Archons, why couldn’t things that could be done in half an hour actually be done in half an hour? You were growing more and more restless by the minute, boundless energy continuously dissipating through your bouncing leg and pen tapping on the table. 

“Is there something wrong, (Y/N)?” You snapped out of your mid-day daze as the feeling of all eyes on you grew stronger. You could practically feel Diluc’s eyes burning through your skull, questioning you about your “rebelling against his authority”, he would say. 

A wave of uneasiness swept through you as you stood up, facing the council president eye to eye. 

“Yes, actually. Why are we spending so much time talking about menial things? Surely there’s others that need more of our attention.” His gaze felt like steel as you watched him turn towards you, the silent question hanging in the air. You dare question my authority? 

“Perhaps you need a refresher on-“ Diluc started. 

“With all due respect, Mr. Ragnvindr, all I’m saying is that maybe it would be a better use of our time if we focused on things that actually needed it. Not some traffic cone we placed a month ago.” His face was as red as his hair. 

“(Y/N), perhaps we need another chat as to why I was made council president, and not you.“ Diluc replied, through gritted teeth. You were starting to piss off the president and everyone in the council room knew that you were walking on a land mine. Did you care? No, not really. His blood could burst for all you cared. 

“That’s just my suggestion, president.” 

(If Diluc was in a manga, there would have been a panel where he snaps. Goes absolutely ballistic. But I’m a writer and have to actually write to get my God-forsaken fantasies out there. Please imagine a twig breaking or something.) 

“Stay back after the meeting today, secretary. It seems as if there’s a few things we need to discuss.” 

An agony-filled hour later, that Ragnvindr kid was finally at the conclusion. Thank the archons. 

“That grudge of yours is still going strong, I presume?”

“I still resent it. Anyone would.” You replied snarkily, looking longingly at your fellow members as they streamed out of the room. 

“Get over it, (Y/N). You lost. I won. And if you really cared about the school, you would cooperate with me.” 

“If you really cared about the school, you wouldn’t spend a whole hour on a stupid traffic cone.” 

“Touché. But I’ll have you know that traffic cone is essential to our school.” He stifled a chuckle. 

“Dickhead.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Child.” 

“Little shit.” 

You could see him walking closer with each insult thrown.

“Maybe this is why everyone talks behind your back.” 

“No wonder you’re so arrogant.” 

“Maybe if you spent half the time you spent being annoying into the student council, we could get a lot more done.” 

He was standing in front of you, while you sat on the desk. You could practically feel the hair on your arm stand as the atmosphere of the room shifted. 

“You know what you’re doing.” 

“I know.” 

“We shouldn’t be doing this. The students wouldn’t trust us anymore. This could damage the whole council’s reputation.” You murmured, adjusting his collar and tie. 

“I’d risk it.” He leaned in. 

“Diluc, I don’t think we-“ 

Oh, God. 

Never in your life would you have imagined that you would be kissing Diluc Ragnvindr, much less in an empty classroom. 

You locked your lips with his, holding his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you, and archons, you could swear that nothing felt better than being held. Being held by him.  It was pure bliss and as much as you tried to fight the feeling… you loved it. Even if he kissed you just to get you to shut up. 

As much as you hated to admit it, Diluc Ragnvindr was an amazing kisser. The feelings he left behind touched you in all the places you wanted, and God, he left you coming back for more. You wanted more of his touch… heavens, you wanted him. 

“We push and we pull but we’ve never gone in the same direction.” He smirked, pulling away and going back in. 

“Diluc, that was cheesy.” 

“I thought you liked cheese.” 

The two of you returned to your lovers’ interlock, satisfying each other as you soaked in his presence. You thought about what he said — honestly, Diluc was right. The two of you had spent so long resenting each other that the only thing you really needed was right under- 

“Oh, what do we have here?~ Didn’t know my dear brother was so charming with the ladies. Especially the secretary of the student council.”

Oh, shit. 

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[without-it]

long ass fast update

im still GOINNNGGGG. feelin alright rn tbh really happy im still going strong w this fast.

heres the part anyone cares abt, the weight lost. today i weighed in another -1.4kg down, so thats 2.4kg total so far (5.2 pounds). really happy with that, and super motivating to keep this going.

usually weight loss stalls for me by day 3/4 so im not expecting a good weigh in tmro but thats alright.

i also had severe food nightmares all night!! literally night terrors about giving up and breaking this fast, so thats fun

daily cravings update:

saltines - oh my god all i fucking wanna do is eat saltines its so bad rn. its literally all i craved all day yesterday and i cant even eat them when the fast is over bc u cant rly buy them in shitty fucking australia. hate that i live here rn lmao

i bought some electrolyte drink to help me get a bit more energy during this fast. i have a full time office job i need to be able to focus at, and im also studying a new language so i can hopefully leave australia soon. both things that i rly need to be able to concentrate for and we all know fasting isnt great for that.

the plan for fasting btw, is eat monday like normal. thats usually something around 10 am (which is why this fast ends at 10am), and then i alw go to my families house for dinner monday nights so eat dinner as well. and then right back into another 6 day fast. im going to try to follow this pattern until i lose the weight. i basically have 31kg (70 pounds) minumum i want to lose by the start of december, so i really need to be kinda extreme with this one.

in case ur curious - to help hopefully not die doing this, every morning im taking: iron (im severely anemic lmao), a womans multivit, zinc, fiber (filling and helps w the constipation), and several collagen suppliments bc ik im gonna have fuck tons of loose skin by the end of this. im also drinking an electrolyte drink, and plenty of water.

tldr: down 2.4kg, im less hungry than i was yesterday. im tired, bit dizzy, my jaw kinda aches??? but still going strong ❤️

#tw ed diet #i wish i was weightless #4norexi4 #4narex1a #tw ana fast #tw ana shit #tw ana diary #ana trigger #tw disordered eating #i want to be weightless #i want to be tiny #i want to be skinnier #i wanna be weightless #i wanna be skinnier #i wanna lose weight #ed not ed sheeran

[videostak]

p good day today :D found tons of great records for work at the swap meets and stuck to only buying records so it was a great haul and i made double of what i spent on them so they mustve been rly good stuff for him to pay me that much for them :D then i went to the thrift and bought tons of cute clothes :D some cute shorts again and realized that the weathers actually hot again like shorts weather if i wanna wear shorts :D dont rly kno where id go tho since i drive everywhere now... ._. maybe i can take the bus downtown again for funsies... someday and just chill in the park the whole day or smthn and read. idk . anyways ya i got some cute clothes and also filled da car with gas. was gonna take the package but by the time i went to the post office it was closed cause i guess it closes early on saturday T-T UGH guess ill have to deliver it monday.. but like p active day today and i wore that outfit thats like the white shirt with dark red brownish stripes that looks cute on me and those looseish high waisted jeans :) so i felt cute todayyy. i rly need to start dressing cute again ive been so frumpy the past like two months or so and need to actually wear cute clothes out.. NEED to go downtown again tooo like i hate it cause i have so many bad memories of the ppl there and theres awful gentrification vibes there but like just need to put that aside and sit on a bench and read a book or smthn there. like i kno itll feel good if i do.i just wanna be in a state where im making more money so like i can be comfortable shopping there n stuff. OMG also got pelican west by haircut 100 on LP at the record store it was in the 2$ bin (the sleeve is a lil bent and scuffed but not rly) and since i in a sense work there he let me have it for free :D this is the first record i got since rearranging my furniture (ok well i got leo kottke comp thursday but that was like on a whim kinda a regret purchase since i would prefer one of his studio albums and not a comp ANYWAYS) and cause of that it was like cool cause i kno i can just easily hook things up and lay on my bed and listen to it ^_^ i was like omg when i saw it and then was like omgggg when i realized i can listen to it with the same comfort i listen to CDs with :>

[raccoon0001]

November 20th, Monday 20:38

So, first of all, hello, Im Raccoon, well at least i would like to be one. Im 17 years old and i frequently write down my thoughts when i feel sad or angry in a pink notebook by my bed, for the past four maybe three years.

And lately i have been thinking of just trying to write down my thoughts everyday, about how i feel, to know what i am even feeling, and that I'm not just overwhelmed and impulsive at the moment. So i don't ruin my next week or day by obsessing over that one boy that smiled that one time at me or was funny. Because in reality he doesn't like me and i need to step down and realise that, but maybe he does and everything is not a big fat lie, but it is. At least for me, mostly. Everything, almost, everything is fine in my life, except for being kinda fat and not having a real, single boyfriend in my 17 years of living. I know that is not that much and what i am even worrying about, because i have the whole life ahead of me(i dont see myself living past 20). Well could kind of imagine it, but because of one thing and another i always thought i would not live past 18, but now i am 17 so its quite possible i will live past 18, dont really know what will happen afterwards.

Its kind of a dilemma i know to love someone u need to first love yourself and shit, but i really hate myself most of the time, i hate how i look, i hate how lazy i am, i hate stressful i am, i hate how sick i am...yada yada yada. I know there are physical things i am able to fix, but how do i know i just wont regress? Even now im imagining how this blog or whatever this is, is gonna get popular, and be turned into inspiration for poems or people, but after all this text is just my personal feelings, about myself, for myself, that dont really make sense sometimes, because my native language is not english lol and im typing in a hurry and then gonna prob put a pretty background or something and post it if i get the courage, well its a very big probability nobody is going to read this ever, bcs lets honest who reads blogs these days..

always the artist never the muse" i have been very attached to this quote(dont know who is the author) i even begun last year attending professional art school, so i will probably never be the muse even how much i want to be one. Its almost the same with taking pictures, im always taking pictures of others and there are almost never anyone taking picture of me without asking. Well i dont really like people specially taking pictures of me, because of how ugly i look, but still, i dont know. Theres this one friend who takes pictures of me, because that of other things that that person does makes me think im gay or that she likes me, because shes gay. I think im not gay. Like i would prefer a guy fucking my brains out not a girl, but i could never imagine anyone fucking me, mby i can.. hmm not rly, maybe because i have never been fucked, or my imagination is kinda weak. Well i am in art school so i thought it should be good, but lately, well after that thing in 2018 april, I think i have been in this one giant art block. Maybe i need to go to a therapist, to sort things out, not really sure.

I wish sometimes i was a boy. And i think i stink right now, fully emotionally and physically. Whats up with that.

I must have too many dreams and too little motivation.

I dont think i should have continued art, its too much, im not even good at painting, if i actually started practicing more maybe i would, but i think im still worse than most of my peers. And in this school there are mostly girls here and i know almost nobody outside the school and town bcs i didnt even live here two years ago, the ppl who have lived here their whole childhood dont even know where to turn to get a shortcut!

My goal this evening was to paint something, but somehow i started writing a blog..

I think i should have been better of dying that day in 2018. Im not good of a person and i dont really know if ill ever change. What does actually happen after death? Has anyone thought of that? I kind of think after you die its just all pitch black and then u suddenly open your eyes and there you are as your first memory u can think of at 10 years old or whatever, like 'snap' and there you are, but dont know who you were or who you will be. I kind of want to get into biology, but idk if a have the commitment for it.

Two days ago when i was a home visiting my family, after sauna, I was sitting by the table with some other cousins at my grandmas house and one of the older cousins, who was kinda drunk btw, asked me if i had a boyfriend, i thinking already of crying and just jumping down a building calmly said: "no, do i need one?". i want one.

I think my mom is homophobic, but. i also think that im not gay, but i will probably never get a bf, because ppl these days are very obsessed by how other ppl look from the outside mostly or i just dont know a lot of ppl and real life is not like the movies or manga that i read in my free time, that i should stop reading, maybe that would solve everything.

Also by wishing that i was a male, because it really seems to be bit easier to be a boy, how the world looks at you, and how theres a lot more chance of no rejection. Maybe im just living in my small minded world and have not that many ppl with different opinions on life that would make me understand that the world works differently. A lot of ppl around me also believe we are born to fulfil our one mission here on earth, i still dont see mine here, like ppl would be fine if i went and died and go on with they're life normally, because im just this one little spec of dust besides other 7 billion dust pieces, that separately are a nobody. Maybe my family would be devastated, but prob would be prepared for this kind of event about me and i think it would be much easier for my mum if i died, she worries too much about me.



Im just lonely.

A selfish bitch.

#my thougts #will anyone see this

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

thinking about the best video of 2019,,,

anyway we are starting with food bc it slapped today y'all

i made an omelette!!! and it was only a little bit messy and it tasted good!!!

i also made popcorn but it came in a little kit and it had wayyy more popcorn than i expected so i was just eating it all afternoon 😭 and that was after i gave my sister like 1/3-1/2 of it

i had a cookie and it was one of the typical storebought cookies so like fairly mid y'know but for that it was v good?? i rly enjoyed it

we had pot roast sandwiches for dinner and YUM omg

i've been saving a bag of gummy bears (they are my favorite flavor only which is v neat) for a while and i finally got to eat them today

i've been saving them for dnd and i'd thought i'd be able to eat them like a week after i got them but then that fell through so i've just been waiting 😭 but we played dnd today!!!!!

it was so fun :DDD i do not know what i'm doing though fja;slkdjfas;kdfj

it was also really nice to hang out with my friends i've been so busy and low energy lately 🥺🥺🥺 i need to make more time for them

i have a paper due on monday and i actually started it today whooo go me <3 it's fine i wrote 2/5 of it and ik what my next step is i've got this

i'm getting a really cute dress!!! i ordered it online so there are some concerns about how well it will fit but i'm v excited

i went outside for a bit and just sat outside :^) i don't think i actually touched any grass but y'know i got some sunlight so i'm working my way up to it /j

my brain has been handing me banger but random songs all day today. like soup 02, kermit same as it ever was, heat waves

ashes <333

this was yesterday but i've been watching theamandafiles' thief x playthrough and she's SO SO funny y'all she is ✨playing the game✨ i haven't watched the third one yet so no spoilers but i'm loving this sooooo much

#links go to all the songs mentioned - soup 02 is mostly instrumental but like punk instrumental; kermit same as it ever was is a kermit #cover of a song; very funky; heat waves is in fact hit 'dnf' song by glass animals; kind of smooth pop #it's a good good good good good good morning #meri monologues #someone remind to reblog the best video of 2019 tomorrow #i wanna transcribe it if i haven't already lakjsdf;lskdfn;j #also y'all i added on to a post talking about how i think sharing silly little facts is fun and raphael reblogged it saying nyx likes #hearing me talk; and i was like AWWW 🥺 do you want a fun fact and ni is so interested i'm just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[shxxtingstarss]

therapy no. 26

today was intense. not in a good way though. I don't know if typing out today's therapy session and my thoughts and feelings of the last hours/days will work because I've spent last night crying all the time, started early in the evening, woke up and started crying again and have only stopped crying for a few hours after my therapy session today. Currently I'm so exhausted from it I can kinda hold the tears back that are still coming / am not strong enough to keep on crying.

When we started today's session, I sat in my chair at my therapist's office and I was already crying when he sat down in his chair in front of me. I only managed to get to the v17 before the therapy session because I opened up to a friend (Jerom) about how bad I was and he offered to call me. He actually missed a work meeting so he could help me, which is kinda unreal for me, because this is the support I needed all my life and I was never able to get it (or to ask for it in the last few years). I managed to calm down by talking to him and could leave the house almost on time to still get my coffee before my therapy session (kind of a ritual now, I usually take my pre-therapy-notes there, this time I already had done them in the last few days, couldn't use them anyways because I was so... done).

My therapist asked me what caused me to cry continuously since yesterday evening and my answer was pretty chaotic, as was my mind of course. F left for a week of holiday yesterday in the morning and before that, I kinda had a good time with him again and it was just like always, we know each other very well of course, he gets me and I get him and we just spent monday evening laughing and chatting on the couch while he looked at profiles of ppl on dating apps and we had very common opinions on their taste of music, hobbies, their description of themselves etc. We also had a fun time in bed afterwards (which was a rare occasion in the last weeks/months) and it was just really nice. Then he left on tuesday morning and I woke up feeling rly groggy already, pretty sure a good part of it was because of my way-too-intense run on monday (still have sore muscles from it today, just went full power after months of no training..bad idea I know) and because of PMS, but the day got worse and worse and at some point in the evening I realised how helpless, lonely and sad I felt and will feel without him and all of a sudden I just couldn't imagine myself moving out and living without him, even though I was pretty sure of it being a good idea a few days ago. I just can't imagine it anymore, for two reasons, one being him and how much I actually love him and am happy to spend time with him and laugh with him and give him gifts or make up with him after a fight or I don't know, even though I was really annoyed and stressed of all of this for the last few weeks and I know that he was too. And the other reason was because I absolutely can't imagine living on my own right now. Not because of the living part, I know I can do that, but I am horribly terrified of the being-alone part, the having no one to go to for a hug or talk to because I need some kind of stability/support/a hold in life, and he gave me that. I know that it's a lot for him to give me that and to endure the mess I was for the last few months, we talked about all of that a lot, and he also emphasized on how it is hard for him that he never knows which version of me he'll get when I come home - I don't really understand that part and I thought/think that it is harder for him to be supportive and to endure how bad I feel for a long time sometimes. Have to talk about that part a lot more with him if we want to get back together into a partnership. I know that a lot has to change in order of our relationship to work out better for both of us and that it means a lot of work for both of us and that we kinda have no future together at the moment because we have very different plans for our future, but right now I just can't imagine going on without him. I don't really know if I want to be with him in a romantic way, I also don't really know if I can be attracted to him again/to men, because at the moment I am not, but I would def do stuff that I'm not exactly keen on doing out of love to him... might not be the right thing to do either, I don't know what to do or think, I am just severely overwhelmed at the moment.

I did not really talk about all of that in today's therapy session, I only mentioned headlines of it, and my therapist asked me if I wanted to take a closer look at my insecurity about the relationship together 'with him. I hesitated because it felt kinda dangerous and it was all too much already, but then I agreed to do so. We then actually took a closer look to what I feel like and why I might feel like that in that moment, and as soon as I managed to think about it a bit, I realised the anxiety-ridden thoughts I had about being too much or about people leaving me because they're annoyed of me or whatever all stem from my past experiences with my parents, from all my childhood basically. And that the extreme level of fear I experienced in the last hours is actually fear of death, "Todesangst" in German, the most threatening and maybe the strongest fear there is, because that is what got engraved into my nervous system as a child when I was threatened to be left alone, given away, that I was too much etc., and because as a child you are very much dependent on your mother or caregiver(s) (even if they only gave the bare minimum of care) you have to fear death when you're facing the threat of losing them. This is what got activated in my system, this is why I feel so absolutely horrendous and helpless. Great. And because I never experienced being secure/having stability or stable humans that reassure you and keep you safe as a child, it's very hard for me to even see that there are humans out there that want to give me security in some way, and even harder to accept that offer, because I kinda have to fight my fear of death in order to actually open up to them because I am so afraid of losing them. In my teenage years I first experienced some sense of security when I was hospitalized and a few of the nurses were really caring and helpful, I felt save and kinda 'sheltered' there for a moment, only to doubt myself and their kindness afterwards because I thought they didn't do it because they wanted to/they didn't really like me..etc. There were a few more situations like this one during my journey through the social security system. And now I realise I forgot to mention that I did feel safe and secured and until last year also very stable in my relationship with F, but now everything's crumbling apart and maybe that is one main reason why I do feel this bad - I'm threatend with the loss of my greatest and most important security/stability in life.

This definitely feels life threatening and now I truly understand why my therapist used the word "fear of death" (before that he asked me what kind of fear it actually is/what I have to fear, what I answered was "this might sound exaggerated but it's kind of a existence-threatening fear" and he then said "I'd actually go one step further and say it's fear of death"). Now it also makes sense in the context of him first asking if we wanted to take a closer look to my relationship-inner-chaos as in relationship to F, until now I didn't see where we talked about that, but we did. I fear death because I fear losing F.

Well, this is really fucked up and obviously really overwhelming. I don't think I can remember more details of today's session, had a few more realisations about how my relationship fell apart over the last year and I'll just let that sink in now (together with the tears sinking into my pillow).

#trauma #traumatherapy #therapy #psychotherapy #bpd #borderline personality disorder #actually bpd #mental illness #relationship struggles #borderline #overwhelmed #fear of death

[f1tism]

#i cried at work today #just a few tears but like. still feel on edge and wanting to cry #i absolutely despise having to live in a neurotypical world #just. im still new so i have to learn and working at a coffee shop (non weed thx) needs to be high pace and fast and such #and i dont know how to like. count back? with cash? like. yeah anyways #and the woman who helped me at some point was like ''ive said it 4 times'' and i just. thanks? im new and i dont know how to do it and- #-everything here needs to be extremely fast paced what did you expect:( #and then she said i needed to drop the attitude which wasnt even what i was trying to have?? i was just trying to explain myself #i was just so. upset and i also had other stuff on my plate because i have a whole department on my own which im falling behind of #and i have to work tomorrow so i wasnt sure what i was going to do tomorrow like where im gonna be #and i need structure without it i just cant properly function and then i start stressing and im just really sad rn #i feel sad for getting upset at the woman whom i was trying to say it to that i just dont learn it that fast #im upset i lost it and upset that im upset and upset because i dont want to be seen in a bad light because of it #im trying really hard and i do my best and it overall just continuously felt condescending #she means well but im not looking forward to monday wheres shes going to teach me more. i dont like her i rly dont but oh well #anyways. still feel like crying because im still on edge and i feel like an idiot for feeling that way ajsjajsa #if you read all the way til this point ur a real one xo #sorry twitter has character limits and its tiring so i just. put it here #kiki.txt #i feel like an absolute baby

[rosenfey]

not sure if that was flirting or just being nice: an autobiography

#ambie.txt #there was this rly nice pizza guy on monday?? like being way more nice than hes paid to... going out of his way to ask me how i was doing #idk maybe it was just a part of his job and im reading way too much to it??? #*into #today with my classmate as well???? like we were jokingly teasing each other and then half way my mind was like???? #is he??? no why would he??? what is this??? #?????? #im so oblivious??? like i used to tell guys that they NEED to tell me they are flirting otherwise i will be there like???? #like i will think they DO but i will also think NAAH???? #maybe im just imagining things ive been single for 3 years and its pretty telling lol #but like??? the notion that??? there are people who??? notice me??? and think im attractive????????? #like i know im pretty but like???? mostly??? i feel like nobody notices #so im starting to jump into conclusions :////// #grasping towards the tiniest signs of affection :(((( that probably are not even any signs in the first place :((((((((((((( #i dont need a man but where is he????? #god i miss being someones first choice

[painfog]

i know its still september moods, but im really trying hard to work in a way that works for me this year! like ive been going to studios to do a bit of work between lectures rather than always going straight home, and tonight i didnt go out with my friends because i blocked out a 5 hour chunk to do a certain subject (we have 5 contracted non-contact work hours for this module and the lecturer is an absolute babe because he breaks it down into hour segments of work which is sooo helpful) and i didnt manage to do that because its a long time and i decided to join my friends for pres so i wouldnt miss out socially (i like pres best anyway). but anyway the part i wanted to do tonight was 2hrs research, and i got ready to do it but i was just Staring at it and couldnt get my brain to work. so i did some different work and then realised! i dont need to do the research in a certain way!! if i cant read today, i can watch a couple documentaries and then read up on certain things to fill in the blank. and it worked! did an hours and a half research (id actually done hours of research on this topic last year because of a different project so i have all my notes from that still, so i just found them and transferred them and i think thats ok instead of the last half hour) 

its still so early, and im not perfectly back into things, but im positive at least! and hoping to carry on in a similar way as much as possible, because this is the hardest year of my degree so i need to try and get organised so i can stay afloat 

#my posts #i think itll be a bit easier once ive recovered from surgery as well #and start using other stuff thats meant to help #im not at the stage of doing all the additional projects and teaching myself additional software or applying to placements yet #which i really need to do because ppl start sending out applications in october #but i am still making peices for my portfolio so i guess it counts #tomorrow the plan is go to the studios all day and teach myself rhino to a level that i can build and render my project #but obv thats quite a lot to learn from scratch in one day #so if by the afternoon im not done or nearly done im gonna hand render the project so i have something good to hand in #deadlines monday #this is the first design project with an actual company as well! it was rly cool we met the guy from the company yesterday #and he rly liked my designs :)) #im ranting bc idk brain

[jkangel]

i kind of...maybe want to change my url again...

#fhdkhdkdhd #i had it saved for a while....i think it's time? #🤔 #it's so funny cuz i had jeonsberry url for eternity and now im changing them every two weeks or so njfjdhd #also im done with my german lessons and i have only one english one left on dhhhdhdhd saturday 🤕 #i need to finish lots of papers till monday and that's ittt #well...the uni starts then idk how to feel abt it but now i'd appreciate any change tbh #i forgot to say that i want to change to jkangel #idk if i ever go back to ange1jeon....it's cute too :( #ugh...jkswife...im waiting for you :(( #but rly im so bad at this url thing and all the good ones are taken hhhf #i can't believe i wrote all that...im so sleepy but also glad i don't have to wake up early tmr yay #asya.txt

[mieohmy]

𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝟣𝟢𝟣 | 𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖩𝖾𝗇𝗈

PAIRING: lee jeno x reader

GENRE: angst, fluff, humor, comfort, established relationship au, college au,  this rly is just a self indulgent fic kjasdfk

WC: 2.1k

NOTES: slight argument/fighting ?? , cursing

SUMMARY: jeno wants your attention, your comforting presence, your love- he simply wants you.

for the bday boy that i treasure sm! happy birthday to puppy jeno <333

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The phone next to you lies untouched, and practically has been for days- or has it been a week already? I mean, it wasn’t your fault that upcoming finals had been taking you to the depths of hell, and you had no choice but to lock yourself at home to study for a week on end. 

Which brings you to day 7? 8? of being holed up in your room all day, memorizing a bazillion tiny printed words and trying to cram as much information as possible in that overworked brain of yours. Getting about 4-5 hours of sleep a day, you couldn’t remember anymore- or even care to remember. Not to mention the added stress that came along with being any normal college student. Wasn’t life just wonderful?

You feel bad for everyone that has tried to contact you over this stressful period in your life (since you completely turned your phone off to eliminate all distractions), but the urge to stop studying completely and just check up on the real world and all its happenings grows stronger. You breathe in -out, constantly chanting ‘self-control’ over and over again in your head. Then your eyes slowly open, and you slap yourself one last time as if to say ‘get it together' before diving back into the books.

Just two more days. Two more days and you can finish and not have to stress about finals until results come out. 

At this point, you were surviving off of coffee, tea, random stolen snacks that your boyfriend would bring over from his dorm. 

Damn, when’s the last time you had a proper meal? Monday?

And then you frown. What day even is it today? You glance at your calendar and- 

Goodness grief, it’s Sunday already. 

You almost have a midlife crisis over wasting basically a week doing nothing but sitting at your desk and looking at words, but then again at this point- you’re just over it and want to be done as soon as possible. 

But soon, a weird feeling arises after you recall today’s date- like you were forgetting something. You place a hand over your forehead. Was there something important today? 

And as if the universe read your mind, the doorbell rings.

A giant wave of confusion washes over you. Was someone supposed to come over today?

-and you just completely wiped it from your mind?

You’re still running through your memories as you walk to the door. No, it's not Chae since she has finals too...

Opening it, you’re not at all expecting who was behind it. 

“Jeno-?”

He blinks back at your wide eyes, expression turning concerned, and you rub your temples in exasperation and defeat. 

“Oh, did we have a date today or something? I’m so sorry- I totally forgot.”

His eyebrows furrow. “No, I was just supposed to come over to hang out with you....”

“It’s been so long since we last talked, baby. You haven’t responded to any of my texts. What’s going on?” He promptly adds, staring intently at you. 

You let out a sigh, and jeno notices your tense shoulders and dark under-eye circles. “I thought you knew. Finals are coming up so I’ve been stuck at home cramming for about a week now actually.” 

His frown deepens. “I did know. And still, y/n..” he says in a warning tone. 

You know what his voice implies, you’ve heard it plenty of times at this point, but right now you don’t have to energy to listen to his nagging. “ I know, I know. Just- come in, I guess.....”

To be completely honest, you wanted to send jeno back home- there was still a lot more information left to cover and you obviously weren’t in your best condition, but he was the one who actually remembered your ‘date’ and drove to your place, so you would feel even worse making him go all the way back to his dorm. 

Jeno easily follows you in, biting the inside of his cheek to hold back any comments while examining your place even though barely anything has changed since he last visited- mostly because there was nothing to change when you were in your room all day. 

You walk to the kitchen, getting your boyfriend some water while yawning. Meanwhile, your mind is drifting away, thinking about what topics are left that you have to go over later. “What are we even doing today?” 

Jeno plops on your couch, arms behind his head. “I don’t know. A movie?”

You hide your grimace, immediately thinking of how much time would be wasted watching one, or possibly even more if jeno was feeling it. In the one to two hours of a movie, you could be done with chapter two and three-

“Y/n??”

Your head snaps up. “Yes?”

“Are you gonna come over here or just stand there in the kitchen all day?” he teases.

You shake your head to clear the fog and join jeno on the couch. Scrolling through the options, you automatically snuggle up next to him, eyes blearily watching the moving tv screen. 

He decides on this one animated film, and you’re too drained to pay attention so you simply nod and let the movie begin. But even though you try your best to focus on the storyline and what’s currently going on, your mind keeps wandering off to other, more boring things- your studies, obviously. 

The number of chapters you covered, the slight of chapters you have left, how long you would have to stay up to finish going through your planned amount of information  -all the stressful thoughts swirling in your head, and it only exhausts you more. 

You let out a sigh, and jeno turns to you. “Are you okay? You’ve been sighing nonstop since we started the movie.” 

You clear your throat, biting back a yawn. “Oh- yeah, sorry. I won’t do it anymore.”

Your boyfriend stiffens but doesn’t say anything, attention returning to the flashing screen in front of him. 

You did try. You really did. But your eyelids keep drifting shut and your head keeps slowly lolling forward and snapping back up -it’s not until your forehead accidentally knocks against jeno’s chest that he finally speaks up again. 

“Y/n. You need to take a break and get some sleep. Now.” His tone is sharp and commanding. 

You snap your eyes back open, vision blurry. “No- it’s fine. I’m good, let’s keep watching.” 

The immediate switch in the air is scary, jeno swiftly reaching for the remote and pausing the movie to look at you dead straight in the eyes before setting it back down with a loud, clattering noise. “You need to rest. I can tell from how tired you look, and I know you’ve been studying for so long, so why is it that hard to just relax for a little?” 

You groan, distress breaking through. “I can’t, okay? You already understand how stressful school is and how important my upcoming tests are. I know you’re just trying to be kind and thoughtful but-“ 

“But what?” He cuts you off, the frustration he’s been hiding for a while finally revealing itself. “Taking a rest from burning your brain out isn’t going to kill you, y/n.”

Your hands at your side clench and unclench, a wave of emotions overcoming you. “I know that. But I can’t afford to have a break now.” Everything suddenly feels overwhelming, and your voice comes out strained and uncontrolled. 

“I’m almost there, jeno. It’s so close, and if I stop now, I’ll feel like a failure.”

He laughs a short and echoing bark. “How do you think I feel? I was trying to brush everything aside and act like it was all fine, but it’s certainly not when you’re like this.”

You falter. 

Jeno gets up, making direct eye contact with you even though his body is trembling and his voice is shaky. 

“I spent the past week just lying in bed and worrying about you- if you were eating okay and getting enough sleep. I was constantly texting you reminders to take care of yourself, only to find out from your friend that you turned your phone completely off.  Do you know how shitty of a person I was feeling? I didn’t want to be a distraction to you because I know how much you care about your grades, but it’s killing me, y/n. I want to be there for you, but instead, I end up feeling like the worst boyfriend in the world.” 

He shudders before continuing,

“And then I come here, brushing off all my worries since I was super excited to finally be with you after so long, and then I have to see you in such a bad condition. Barely taking care of yourself, barely even surviving on your own just so you can pass your exams that I know you’ll already do well on no matter what. As your boyfriend who wants to help and be here for you, do you know how much my heart hurts?”  

He finishes, but not before wiping away the frustrated tears that appeared in his angry rant.

It takes one beat -two beats, before you immediately spring up, rushing towards jeno and throwing your arms around him. 

He accepts it, burying his face into your shoulder and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. 

The guilt courses through your body, and you understand. The consequences of your actions hit you, hard, and you know you deserve it all. Jeno just wants to know that you’re here. You’re here with him.

“I’m really sorry,” you murmur into his hair, “I’m really, really sorry, jeno.” 

You hate the fact that you can still feel the slight wetness of his tears soaking through your-technically his- shirt. You pull back, looking straight into his eyes to make sure he knows you’re being genuine.

“I promise to pay more attention to myself, and I promise I won’t ever let it happen again. I won’t shut you out anymore... and you can come over to take care of me whenever you want, okay?”

Jeno slowly nods, and you softly wipe away the corners of his red eyes of any wetness.

He pulls you closer to him again, inhaling your scent one more time, and you finally let yourself go. 

After about a minute of just enjoying each other’s warm embrace - one that you feel like you haven’t felt in so long- you allow yourself to smile and pull back just enough to place a kiss on his cheek. 

“Was my baby just lonely and missed me too much?” you sing in a soft voice. He lets out a disgruntled noise in response, shaking his head against your body. 

But you both know what the answer is.

“C’mon, let’s go to bed.” You tug his arm easily to your room, putting off your studies, at least for today.

“You’re really gonna take a break this time?” Jeno asks, eyeing you carefully. 

You grin. “Yes? Besides, I know you’re always down for cuddles.” 

You drag him to the bed, taking his arms and wrapping them around your body as exhaustion quickly fills you. 

You fight yourself to stay awake as long as you can to enjoy jeno’s presence, but he notices and hugs you even closer if possible, whispering softly, “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And before you finally drift off, you sleepily murmur, “I love you, jeno. Like, a lot.” 

Even after you fall asleep in his embrace, he stares down at you, softly kissing your forehead.

I love you too. 

bonus bc i adore jeno too much :

“Jeno- for the last time, you’re not a bad boyfriend.”

“I know.... but-“

You shut him up with a quick kiss.

“You’re the sweetest.”

Another kiss.

“Funniest.”

Peck.

“Handsomest.” 

His ever so growing smile freezes. Jeno looks at you, a surprisingly solemn look on his face. 

You raise an eyebrow, confused. 

“......even more than Nam joo hyuk?”

Ah. He had to go for the favorite actor. 

You swallow, battling an intense internal war before begrudgingly nodding. “Okayyy...fine. You are.”  

He crosses his arms. “I’m what?”

You roll your eyes, whining. “I already said it!”

Jeno shakes his head firmly. “Say the whole thing.”

You take a deep breath in, internally apologizing to your beloved actor. “......you, lee -verymuchanannoyingbaby- jeno, are more handsome than Nam joo hyuk.” Your sentence is finished swiftly in one breath, words slurring together. It actually pains you to say that. But it’s good enough for your boyfriend. 

Jeno delights in the squeal you let out when he picks you up in his arms to spin you around. 

“Fuck yeah- take that, nam joo hyuk!”

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a/n: anyways im going to go hide away and cry over jeno now ^^

#cznnet #kpopscape #nct #nct dream #jeno #nct jeno #jeno x reader #lee jeno x reader #jeno scenarios #jeno imagines #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #lee jeno imagines #jeno fluff

[meltwonu]

24. “Behave.”

39. “You taste like fucking candy.”

82. “I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”

notes; dom!wonwoo, dom!mingyu, ceo!meanie, daddy!kink, sir!kink, pomeranian!hybrid!reader, heats, breeding/impregnation kink, dirty talk, dumbification, degradation, name calling, creampies, v smol amt of subspace & size kink!!☠️ This is the part 2 to the same anon that asked for a ceo!meanie au 3-parter! I’ll reblog pt 1 after this is posted and I’ll link it in the inbox msg for this request as well! Sorry, tumblr rly hates it when i hyperlink in posts 😭😭 also this is 2k long so… strap in, fellas! 😩💕Happy monday! As always, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“Behave.”

It’s the only thing uttered to you before Mingyu and Wonwoo both leave for their afternoon meeting. They shoot you a stern look on their way out - challenging you to disobey.  

After last time, you knew better than to touch yourself without their permission and in all honesty, you’d come to the office with them too tired to even bother their secretary out of your usual boredom.

A yawn floats past your lips as you settle into the plush leather sofa in Mingyu’s office - fluffy tail swishing behind you as you curl into yourself for a nap.

“Just a little nap until they get back…”

When you wake up a little while later, your head feels fuzzy and the slickness between your legs makes you groan as you attempt to sit up.

“H-huh…?”

Your body is hot all over; pin pricks on your skin and hot flashes making you whimper. “But…” Confusion crosses your features - your heat wasn’t due for another week, at least. But the tell tale signs of your body craving to be filled with cock and cum and to be bred was undeniable as you sat up and rubbed your thighs together.

“No, no, no…” The urge to touch yourself was unbearable as you sat there in Mingyu’s office surrounded by his scent and you weren’t even sure how much longer the two would be in their meeting before they finally came to help you.

“Hurry…”

“I told Jeonghan it was either 1 million or we walked. It’s up to him now, I guess.”

Mingyu shakes his head at Wonwoo’s shrug; leading the male back to his own office where they'd left you.

“He’d be a fool to--oh.”

The two males step into the office to find you curled up on Mingyu’s sofa, shaking and whimpering as you peer up to them both. “A-ah… S--sir… D-daddy my---my heat… hurts s-so bad…” You squirm even more now that they were both there in person - both of their scents wrapping around you and making the wetness pool in your panties even more.

“Please h-hurry… need y-you…”

They share a knowing look before they’re tossing their documents onto Mingyu’s expensive desk; Wonwoo being the first one to start taking off his suit jacket. “Isn’t it early, sweetheart? Are you sure it’s your heat or do you just want us to fuck your pretty ‘lil holes, hmm?”

“N-no! It’s my--my heat, daddy, I p-promise... Please… Need you to b-breed my--my pussy… Ah, n-need your c-cum…”

“Hmm~ D’you hear that, Wonwoo-hyung? Our cute ‘lil pup needs her cunt bred. We should give her what she wants, right?”

Wonwoo chuckles under his breath - placing the cuff links on the table in front of you before he steps closer. Mingyu follows suit, stepping towards your other side as their scents cage you in and make you drool.

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg, sweetheart. Tell Mingyu and I what you want. What you want us to do to you.”

A whimper escapes past your lips as you shift; knowing well that your wetness is already making the sofa underneath you slicked. “I--mmh…” Your tail swishes behind you frantically, ears pressed firmly against your head as another rush of wetness soaks into your panties. “D-daddy… Sir… I--I wanna feel you i-inside my pussy… Cumming inside, ah, me and getting me p-pregnant with y-your pups…”

You lean up against the back of the sofa, spreading your legs wide for them both to see how translucent your panties had become. “Please…”

Mingyu lets out a whistle - folding the sleeves of his neatly pressed white shirt up to keep them out of the way.

“Sounds good enough for me, baby. Who do you want to fuck you first, hmm?”  Letting out a whine, you squirm and shake your hips.

“Ah, I don’t c-care, just p-please!”

Wonwoo leans in, fingertips digging into your soaked panties as he presses the material harder against you. “Ah, d-daddy!” Grinning, he drags his fingers up and down, teasing you through the wet fabric before he brings his fingertips to his mouth to lick off your wetness.

“You taste like fucking candy, sweetheart.” He smirks, “I’ll go first this time.”

When Wonwoo positions his cock at your entrance, the impatience takes hold of you as you reach down to wrap a hand around his cock.

“D-daddy, hurry…!” You try to make him go faster - equally shimmying your way down to try and sheath his cock inside you quicker. “Mmh, can’t w-wait anymore…”

“So fuckin’ impatient, pup.” Mingyu grins; hand wrapped around his own cock as he watches the two of you from the side. “Can’t even wait a few more seconds ‘cause you need to be fucked so bad, huh?”

“Mmh, y-yes! Hurts so b-bad, I--oh!”

Wonwoo eases into you, cock spreading your pussy and filling you up perfectly as your toes curl behind his back. “Oh, daddy, fuh--fuck me! Harder, harder!” Loud cries spill from your lips and for a split second you thank the heavens that their offices were soundproof.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet. Your ‘lil cunt is sucking me in so deep, sweetheart.” Wonwoo draws his hips back, eyes flitting down to see his cock covered completely in your wetness. “Our cute ‘lil pup really needs to be bred, huh? Won’t be satisfied ‘til you’re swollen with our cum, hmm?”

Mingyu licks his lips watching your face contorting in pleasure before he scoots in closer. He uses his free hand to pet your soft ears - making you moan and turn your head as you lean into his touch. “S-sir… Ah... feels g-good…”

“Filthy ‘lil cockslut.” Wonwoo starts a harsh pace - sending your body jostling against the leather. “To think you’re gonna be like this for the next couple of days. Craving our cocks like a desperate ‘lil pup.” Mingyu lets out a guttural moan, eyes momentarily rolling to the back of his head at the thought.

“Fuck, I’m gonna make you sit on my cock while I work, baby. Bet that’ll be enough for you to cum a few times though, won’t it? Your sensitive body sitting pretty while I stretch your pussy wide.”

“We’re gonna fuck your pretty ‘lil pussy into the shape of our cocks, sweetheart.”

You can’t tell how much time has passed but you know for sure that the sun’s gone down and you’ve already cum at least twice on Wonwoo’s cock before he’s even gotten close to his own orgasm.

“Fuck, sweetheart, don’t tell me you’re cumming again? A third time?” You let out a choked sob in return; walls fluttering around Wonwoo’s cock as he scoffs. His cock slams into your cervix with each thrust and you only clench around him harder with each snap of his hips. “Can’t even hold it back anymore, huh?”

“Mmnh…”

Your body feels fuzzy, mind in a haze when he starts fucking you faster. “Guess we should start giving her what she really wants, huh, Mingyu? Afterall... We should get her home. Where we can take care of her properly.”

The younger male nods as he brings a pre-cum covered hand to your lips. You dart your tongue out; lapping at the sticky substance as you moan.

Wonwoo’s fingers dig into your skin, soft growls of his own pouring out of his mouth as his hips piston into you. “Gonna give you all my cum. Then I’m gonna let Mingyu fuck it deeper into your desperate, slutty ‘lil hole. Ah, so fuckin’ lucky, aren’t you? Two loads of cum just for you.”

“Ngh…”

“Don’t tell me Wonwoo-hyung’s already fucked you stupid, baby. Did cumming three times already make your brain melt?”

You start to feel Wonwoo’s cock throbbing inside of you; body buzzing and lips parted in quiet gasps when he starts to unload all of his cum inside your tight warmth. “Mmh, fuck! Tiny ‘lil cunt isn’t big enough to take it all, huh, sweetheart? Can’t help but let it fuckin’ spill out and make a mess.” You nod shakily, walls clamping down onto his cock harder as you hands scramble to find purchase on anything - finally landing on Mingyu’s slacks as you grip onto the fabric tight.

“D-daddy, ngh…” You can’t help but start to drool at the feeling of his cum pouring into you and you can’t help but already crave Mingyu’s cum inside of you too.

Wonwoo’s hips slam into you as he rides out his high - his powerful thrusts making your body jerk and slide up on the expensive leather sofa.

The warmth pours over you as you slide your free hand down your body; softly rubbing at your stomach as you moan. “Ah… Thank y-you, d-daddy…” This time, Wonwoo smiles at you softly before it melts into a cheeky grin.

“Who says we’re done?”

He lets the rest of his orgasm ebb away before he starts to pull out - going as slow as humanly possible to let you feel every inch of him before Mingyu replaces him between your legs.

“Hi, baby. How’re you feeling?” He wraps a hand around his cock, spreading the precum down his shaft as you watch.

“S-sir… Mmh, n-need your cum t-too… N-need to make s-sure, hah, I’m full...” You reach between your spread legs, holding yourself open for Mingyu with shaky hands as he raises a brow.

“Hmm, sure you can still take me? Aren’t you tired, pup?” You gather enough strength to shake your head ‘no’ at him; only spreading yourself wider for him to see Wonwoo’s cum inside your tight pussy.

“Okay, if you say so~”

Wonwoo is getting redressed in the back just as Mingyu starts to slide his cock into you - already starting a harsh and quick pace from the get-go as his cock slams into you. Soft mewls fall from your lips as you drool, legs wrapping around his waist as you feel yourself cum for the fourth time.

“That’s right, cum on my cock, you ‘lil slut. Cumming for the fourth time while I fuck Wonwoo-hyung’s cum into your cunt. Fuck, ‘m gonna cum soon too. You know, it was hard just watching hyung fucking you… Next time, I wanna fuck your pretty ‘lil ass while he’s fucking your cunt. Then you can feel us both inside of you, hmm? Would you like that?”

Mingyu feels himself on the verge of cumming; abdomen tight and brows furrowed at his own words that propel him quicker towards his high.

“A-ah, yes! Mmh… w-want that s-so b--bad, sir…”

“Hah, then she can have our cum pouring out of both of her pretty ‘lil holes. That should keep our pup satisfied for a while, huh?”

Mingyu scoffs at Wonwoo’s words, thrusting into you harshly as you whine. “Who are we kidding? She’ll probably try to finger herself or use her toys if we leave her alone for too long. But your toys and your fingers aren’t big enough, are they? Too small to satisfy you, huh? Only our cocks are big enough to fuckin’ make you feel good. Filling up your ‘lil cunt to the brim.”

You feel Mingyu’s cock throbbing inside your cunt and you’re quick to dig your nails into the leather underneath you as you start to match his rough movements.

“G-give me, ah, all y-your cum, s-sir… My s-slutty pussy needs i-it… Mmh, wanna be s-swollen with your--your pups…”

Licking your lips, your hazy eyes peer up to Mingyu who meets your stare with his own harsh gaze.

“Fuckin’ cumslut. Be good and take it all then.” There’s a growl on his lips as he starts to cum; eyes flitting down to watch his cock that’s covered in a mixture of your wetness and Wonwoo’s cum disappearing into your hot cunt.

You throw your head back feeling Mingyu’s cock throbbing as he cums inside of you and Wonwoo, now cleaned up, steps closer to you to watch as your entire body convulses against the leather.

“Oho~ She’s cumming again too? Fuck, you’re so sensitive, sweetheart.”

You can feel your breath stutter as your walls clamp down onto Mingyu’s cock in a vice grip and it’s not until you feel Wonwoo’s gentle caresses on your soft ears that you’re brought back down to earth at all.

“To think you’re gonna be begging us to fuck you again the second we get home.”

Mingyu laughs at Wonwoo’s words; slightly tired as he starts to slow down his movements. “Already made a mess out of my sofa, baby. I expect you to at least keep my car clean on the way home.”

You slump against the sofa sated, yet tired. “Mmnh…”

Mingyu starts to pull out of you once he feels your body relaxing - watching the cum pouring out of your spent pussy as Wonwoo steps away to grab you a new pair of panties that they kept all around their offices.

“I think we’re gonna need to carry her out of her, Mingyu. Poor ‘lil pup is tired now, surprisingly.”

The younger male nods; grinning as you try to fight off the sleep that threatens to take you at any second.

“How about I carry her? You can drive my car and I'll keep her company in the back seat... Just in case she gets needy. Then you can fuck her in your bedroom if she wants another round.”

“Deal. I’ll take the long way home.”

#mingyu smut #wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo scenarios #mingyu scenarios #wonwoo imagines #mingyu imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #mingyu #wonwoo #meanie smut

[stayriki]

pairing: kim sunoo x gn!reader (platonic, but can also be read as romantic)

wc: 0.4k

warning/s: none

a/n: hi! happy valentines day! this was originally a drabble for a member of skz back in 2020, i just tweaked it a little and chose sunoo bc i've been missing him a lot (gws sunoo <3) i just wanted to post something for valentines since i haven't rly been active here lol. it also isn't proofread so that's that. enjoy!

Valentine’s day was always a bust for you. Having no significant other since birth, you never really saw the importance of the holiday. Like, why would you need a whole holiday to show the person you love that you care for them? Not to mention the stupidly overpriced chocolates and rose bouquets. But of course, if you’ve ever said this out loud, you’d simply be called bitter and lonely.

They’re not wrong, they just didn’t have to say it.

Groaning, you toss your phone aside. The latest episode of Going Seventeen playing on the TV, abandoned by you as you roll around your couch, annoyedly. You just wanted to see if you received any messages yet you couldn’t even scroll through social media without seeing the color red and hearts everywhere. It was honestly getting pretty annoying.

Face buried in your pillow cushions, you blindly pat around for your phone with the intention of tweeting a single “fuck valentines” and flopping back into the cushions.

Twenty minutes later, knocking could be heard from your front door. A sweet honey-like voice called out to you, “Happy Monday the fourteenth! Open the door!”

Rushing up, you pull open the door only to be met by your best friend grinning at you like his life depended on it. His arms, which were previously hidden behind his back, extended towards you as you stifled a giggle.

“Sunoo, what the hell is this?” You laughed as you reached out to take the bouquet of his smiling face on sticks. “It’s my Valentine’s gift for you. Pretty, isn’t it?” He winked playfully as he shoved you aside to make his way to your couch. You rolled your eyes lightheartedly and trailed after the boy, placing the bouquet on the coffee table.

“I saw your tweet,” He started once you were seated next to him, legs draped over his lap. “I know you don’t really celebrate Valentines but the rest of the boys were out and I didn’t know what to do alone in the dorm.” “So you decided to go and bother me instead?” He nodded in reply, rummaging around in his pocket and pulling out two tickets to the new Spider-Man movie.

“Mhm. If I’m spending Valentine’s day single and alone, I might as well spend it single and alone with a friend.”

He turned his head towards you, passing you a ticket.

“What do you say? Up for a little movie date?

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[parkers-gal]

Reader meet Tom during a Meet and greet for the first time. She’s European (like Belgian perhaps. You can choose that) and she catches his attention. They start as close friends and whenever she gets to London, they meet up. After a while they start a relationship (can be long distance) and they just adore eachother a lot.

a good story

wc | 3k (SORRY i rly went off)

i chose france because i heard they have a bit more diversity...? i hope that makes it a bit more universal :) plsss i didn't proofread — hope u like it ! <3

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You try to wipe the sweat off your hand for the fifth time in the last two minutes. Your pulse picks up while the line moves up again. You’ve been waiting for about an hour and a half, but you really don’t mind. Not when that mop of curls and pile of muscles is so close. Besides, you get to fangirl with the rest of the fans in line around you.

You’d been in deep conversation with a girl and her girlfriend for a good while until one of them went off to get coffee and the other asked to use the bathroom. The security guard assured them that they’d return to their exact position in line, ensuring they wouldn’t have to wait all over again. You missed them, though, because they weren’t back within seven minutes so you preoccupied yourself with the lanyard around your neck with your VIP Access pass attached to the end.

You play with the strings of the Spider-man hoodie; it’s the midtown hoodie that Peter Parker wears in the first movie. You wore it to be cute — and it is, especially with these jeans — but now you’re afraid you might die of heat exhaustion. As the security guards usher yet another fan through the curtains, your feet move forward a couple of feet until the movement stops and you’re stuck waiting again.

The girl and her girlfriend return not a minute later, one of them offering you a bite of their croissants from Starbucks. You ponder the offer before politely declining; you don’t want your breath to smell, or something to get stuck in your teeth. You know you’re overthinking this entire situation, but you can’t help but be nervous when you’re about to meet the one person you’ve spent so much of your time gawking over — and through a screen, at that. It’s pathetic, you admit, but you can’t help it. There’s just something about him.

Another fan goes through the curtains and suddenly you’re less than five turns away from meeting the beloved Brit. You can’t help but feel a little more connected to him, knowing that you’d flown all the way from Paris, France for this London Meet-and-Greet. It’s a wonder how you got your schedule to work so well.

You move forward another spot, tapping your index and middle fingers on your hip while tracing the lines of the tiled floor. You try to distract yourself — counting every prime number you can think of, naming all the superheroes in the Marvel Franchise — until you’re one spot away from going through the black curtains.

“You’ll be in in less than three minutes,” the girl smiles while informing you of the estimated time frame. You thank her, taking note of the tag attached to her uniform.

You take a deep breath, shaking away all nerves and last jitters before wiping your hands one last fateful time. And then all at once, the curtain opens and allows you to step through and into the room where a young actor awaits your arrival. It’s so surreal that you have to watch your feet to ensure they don’t trip and cause you to stumble.

“Hello, love. How’re you?”

Your breath hitches and when he finally takes a good look at you, his breath does too. Your eyes lock for a beat, the two of you lost in a trance before you finally spit out a response.

“I’m… really good. How’re you?”

He smiles, eyes crinkling and face lifting up. “I’m great, thank you.”

You nod, the tip of your tongue playing with your front tooth. You shake out of it, though, setting your bag and your lanyard down on the provided table before stepping a little closer to him.

“Ah, the Midtown hoodie,” He points out, holding your wrists out so he can examine the sweatshirt himself.

“Yeah,” you smile bashfully. “It’s… stylish.”

He laughs wholeheartedly, something that eats away at your shell and causes you to join his chuckling.

“What’s your name, darling?”

You bite your lip, inhaling sharply at the term of endearment. “Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Tom,” he offers a hand, something that makes your face scrunch up with a laugh.

“Can we hug instead?”

“Please?” He insists, realizing how embarrassing his last move was. The two of you embrace strongly, and you inhale the scent of Tom Holland while you can.

When you separate, you grow a little more courage, and pick up the conversation. “I loved you in The Impossibly. Obviously in the Spider-man movies, too, but your other movies are really good, too.”

“Thank you, love. That means a lot,” he scratches his neck with a sheepish smile, a blush rising from his neck and onto his cheeks. He smiles, an action you mirror. “Is this your first Meet-and-Greet?”

You nod, “Yeah, I’m a bit nervous.”

He nods in understanding. “Are you from England?”

You shake your head, “I’m currently living in Paris.”

“Ah, the country of romance,” He looks as if he’s thinking of what to say next — as if he shouldn’t say it. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-one,” You smile again, and the glint in Tom’s eye changes just a shade, as if he’s just unlocked a new level. He looks excited for a different reason now.

“How long are you staying in England?”

“Till the end of the week,” You can’t help but feel giddy because it’s only Monday, which means you have until Saturday night to explore the great country of Britain, home to Tom Holland and Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch and basically every celebrity you’ve ever been a fan of. You can’t anticipate what Tom’s to say next, because you don’t want to turn your experience into a Wattpad story, but you hope he’s about to offer something in relation to sightseeing.

“Would you want to… could I show you around? Show you all the best places?” He looks shyer than you, almost, and you swallow your heart so you can answer calmly.

“You’d do that?’

“Of course,” He smiles softly. “You look like a lot of fun.”

You’re taken aback at the compliment, and you stumble out a reply as best you can. The two of you are reminded to take the picture so the line can move forward again, and you will yourself not to frown at the coming end of your encounter with the famous Brit.

“Could we do this?” You show him a picture from your phone and he nods excitedly.

The two of you link hands, standing close together while you smile into the camera. Your encounter comes to an end, and though you’re disappointed, Tom asks for your number, giving you his phone for the occasion. You’re giddy as you wave goodbye, leaving the tent with your picture and his lingering energy.

A day passes, giving you time to recover from your celebrity-interaction and time to get settled into your comforting hotel room on the seventh floor. You’re a bit wary that Tom won’t ever text you, and seeing as you don’t have his number, you realize you have to wait it out. You don’t want to risk waiting for the entirety of your stay here, though, so you grow worried. But alas, Tom texts late on Tuesday night, apologizing for the radio silence that came when he had to finish up the Meet-and-Greet event. You’re relieved, to say the least.

He exchanges details, telling you to meet him at a corner cafe at ten in the morning tomorrow. You comply, promising to get a good night’s rest before saying your goodnights and sleeping the hours away. You’re promptly awoke but your eight-thirty alarm. With a groan, you get up to shower, and the cold water wakes you right up.

An hour later and you’re ready for some quality, top-notch sightseeing. You grab what you need, locking your hotel room door before going down the elevator with a sweet elderly couple. You follow the map on your phone until you arrive at a small shop on the corner, just as Tom had said. You pull the door open, the smell of coffee beans entering your airways. You exhale the familiarity of it all, smiling to yourself before searching the shop. You spot Tom in a corner booth, and as you make your way over, he sets his phone face-down on the table with a smile, waving at you. You take a seat across from him.

“This place is cute.”

“Right? Best tea in London.”

Your stomach grumbles, loud enough for the both of you to hear and then share a laugh about. “I suppose I should eat breakfast.”

“I suppose I should join you,” he replies in the same tone, the two of you sharing tender smiles before someone comes over to take your order.

The conversation picks up and all tension and awkwardness wafts away in the air, leaving you in Tom’s comfortable aura. You talk until the check is paid, and as you step out on the crisp air of the city’s streets, you turn to Tom for the agenda.

The day goes on like that. The two of you go all around the city, visiting The British Museum, the Tower Bridge, Big Ben the clock tower, the Buckingham Palace, the Portobello Road Market, the National Gallery, and even the London eye. Tom knows everything like the back of his hand, and the ancient city makes you feel so significant. Your last stop is Cambridge University, something you’ve always wanted to see in person.

Tom’s been taking your picture all day. On polaroids, your iPhones, and even some of the tourist-profiting workers who beg for sales. He claims it’s so you can start scrapbooking, a conversation the two of you had covered during your many word exchanges.

The two of you have been all over the city since the end of breakfast at almost eleven o’clock. Now, it’s almost eight o’clock and you’re hungry as fuck. After some debate, the two of you decide to take a big red bus back to your hotel for some room service or hotel-restaurant food.

Tom sits in the seat beside you on the bus, the two of you up top and enjoying the city. You get lost in conversation again, the two of you going through today’s latest pictures and video-memories. You end up goofing off, so much so that you almost miss your stop.

The two of you stumble to the entrance of your hotel. Tom smiles, grabbing the door for you. You reply with a sheepish “thank you,” before waving hello to the front desk women.

“Do you want room service or do you want to dine in the restaurant?”

“Would you mind if I joined you for room service?”

You shake your head with a gentle smile, the two of you racing to the elevators. After hitting your floor number, the elevator goes up and the two of you talk again and again. Tom excuses himself to the bathroom when you get into your room; it gives you the opportunity to change out of your clothes and into a pair of sweats and a loose tank. Tom comes out ready for room service but is grown flustered at the sight of a different outfit on you.

“Getting comfortable?”

“Duh,” you lean back on the queen sized bed, back hitting the headboard. “Stay for a movie?”

He smiles, “Hand me the menu.”

He ends up staying until ten o’clock. You promise to go clubbing with him, for a full London experience, and the two of you schedule to do just that on Friday night. You book the entirety of Thursday to finish your sightseeing with him, and before you know it, you’re spending every day in London with Tom.

On your last day, Saturday, you eat breakfast with him at that first fateful cafe. He tells you he can’t take you to the airport — he’d probably get mobbed by fans — and you understand, promising to call him once you land. He promises to come with you to France one day, so the roles can reverse.

You finish your final cup of coffee just as Tom finishes his tea. He smiles sadly, one you mirror.

“I’ll see you soon, you know. And you can still drop me off at the airport.”

“I know,” he smiles sheepishly, hand reaching across the table for yours. “But I’ll miss sightseeing with you. I forget how amazing my own country is, sometimes.”

“Well,” you smile, “I’ll be back, so don’t worry too much, Tom. It’s not like I’m going across the world.”

“Yeah,” He chuckles, “And besides, I can come see you sometime.”

“Absolutely.”

“It’s just so weird to have friends in France and shit,” He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Like you live there and I can just go and visit you whenever.”

“I’m still a call away.”

“And thank god for that.”

You exhale after a beat of silence. “This is so fucking crazy.”

“What?”

“This. You, us hanging out. Just four days ago I was paying to see you, and now I’m having breakfast with you for the third time?”

“I promise, I’ll refund that Meet-and-Greet money.”

“Why?” You look at him quizzically and he bites his bottom lip.

“Well we’re friends, so you don’t really need to waste that money and I can get it back so-”

“Don’t,” you look up at him. “It makes for a good story.”

He nods, and after the two of you pay the check, you’re standing from the booth of the quaint little shop one final time, making your way to your door and settling in the passenger seat of Tom’s car. With your luggage in the backseat, he drives all the way to the airport, the loud sound of plane engines filling your ears. He drops you off at the terminal with a hug and a watery smile.

“See you soon!” He waves until you’re out of sight and the security guard is threatening to give him a ticket.

Half a year goes by, with quick three-day weekend trips back and forth, to London and to France even. You’ve seen Tom a total of seven times in the past six months, and you’ve grown closer than ever.

About a month goes by after your last trip, until your boss is telling you that you’re getting a week off for the upcoming paid break. You’ve already confirmed your flight and hotel plans to London, wanting to surprise Tom.

You decide to do it the night before you’re due on the airplane to the country of Brits.

You can’t help but grin at your phone, eventually laying down to sleep while you can before your early morning flight. Tom’s on your mind, in your future, and in your dreams. The last month of FaceTimes and text messages have been amazing, but unbearable because you miss his presence. The extreme amounts of flirting, however, have definitely picked up over text. Your week long trip to London marks the eighth time you’ve seen Tom since that first fateful Meet-and-Greet. You can’t help but feel like the dynamic is changing a bit, though. The two of you have upped the levels a bit, and now you’re more cuddly, more flirty, and definitely more interested.

When you land, you text Tom but frown when the usual immediate response doesn’t come. Moving past a crowd of waiting people, you head to baggage claim to get your luggage. After excruciatingly lifting it off of the conveyor belt, it lands with a thud on the ground and you start wheeling it towards the exit.

The building is extremely less crowded thanks to your early flight booking. When you look up, you see that familiar head of precious brown locks, and you squeal. Tom never leaves the car when picking you up or dropping you off at the airport, for fear of paparazzi and fans catching him. But this time, he’s out and in the building to come get you.

Abandoning your luggage, you drop your carry-on on the floor as you run over to him as fast as you can. He can sense you’re about to jump into his embrace, so he prepares for the bone-crushing hug.

Your arms go around his neck while his hands settle on your waist. He smiles, chin settled in the crook of your neck while he inhales the scent of you.

“Tommy, oh my god. I missed you so much.”

When you pull apart, you’re each a jumbled mess of excitement and tears, so much so that when Tom’s hands grip your face to pull you in to a passionate kiss, you’re immediately calmed. Though you’ve never kissed before, it feels so right.

Your lips chase after his, deepening it as your hands go to his hair and his to the small of your back. When you separate, your foreheads lean against each other while you pant.

“That’s new.”

“Sorry, I should’ve asked.”

You chuckle, “I would’ve said yes.”

He interlocks your fingers, smiling. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

Suddenly, he’s reminded of the fact that the two of you are in public, and when he looks up, he sees a group of girls holding their phones up and capturing the moment he’s just shared with you. Quickly, he pulls you into his chest protectively, hiding your face in your neck.

“We need to hide or else they’re gonna know it’s m-”

“Don’t,” you settle him. “It makes for a good story.”

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[loulikesyansim]

Hoshiko x Info-Chan? (Platonic) fanfic?

Disclaimers go as usual: fic requests are closed right now, I'm calling her info because I don't know what name you use for her.

i didnt expect to like writing them platonically as much as i did but this was rly fun

Bounties

5:32

Info: Do you have what I asked you for?

Hoshiko: of course i do

Info: Good. Be in my room twenty minutes after school ends tomorrow.

6:11

Hoshiko twists her knees around. The boiler room is cramped, muddy, and frankly disgusting, but it’s one of the few places the teachers don’t check. In her many runs for Info she’s learned the after-hours routine almost entirely, but there are only two things she really needs to remember: the faculty never check the boiler room, and they always leave the campus at 6:15 exactly.

6:16 

She holds her bag as tightly as she can as she sprints out of the boiler room. If her bag opens on the way there and something falls out - well, she learned the hard way last time. She digs her stolen key out of her pocket and swings the door open. The lights are off. Perfect. This hallway’s lights are the last to go out, so there shouldn’t be anyone else in the building.

6:18

She shuffles her papers in her hands. She’s shaking and sweaty, but being outside Info’s door a few minutes early pays. One, she can’t be late if she’s early, and two, she can go over what she needs again. Her hands tremble as she pulls up Info’s most recent list.

Bounties 19/5 - 23/5

- A photo of Ryuto Ippongo gaming during school hours.

- A photo of Otohiko Meichi after falling near the school gate.

- A photo of Musume Ronshaku smoking on school property.

They’d been easy this week, easy enough to get all the photos on Monday morning before her first class. She checks them all anyway. Better safe than sorry. 

They’re all there. Crystal clear images shot on her phone camera, only to be distorted physically by the school printers and a pyschologically by Info’s deception.

6:20

The moment her phone clock says 6:20, she knocks on the door and stands back. It opens in front of her mere seconds later. 

“Come in,” Info says. Her mechanical voice doesn’t shock Hoshiko anymore.

“I have what you need.” Info reaches out behind her back, already turning to her desk, and she sets the papers in her open palm. She sits down on the extra chair as Info inspects what Hoshiko’s presented.

“Perfect.” 

“Anything for me?” They have a… deal… of sorts. It’s simple: Hoshiko works as Info’s spy, going around and getting the blackmail material only a student can get, and Info gives her gossip for her blog that only someone who knows all can give her. It works out for them.

“Nothing much. Gema Taku got new glasses - not to interject, but they look awful -” Hoshiko snorts. Info rarely gives opinions on gossip, but when she does they’re memorable at worst and bust-your-ass-laughing good at best. “- and there are more rumors about the Basus being supernatural creatures.” Info grimaces at the last part, enough to hear it in her voice. She always does. Hoshiko doesn’t question it. “Like I said, nothing fit for your blog. I’ll text you if more comes up.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Hoshiko.”

There’s a lull in conversation - it happens a lot, where they have nothing more to discuss, but the silence stays comforting regardless. 

Info is the first to break it. “Would you like to know something about yourself?”

“What?” Hoshiko bites at the corner of her lip. The phrases Info uses to get what she wants usually blend together but this one is too prominent in her mind; the start of any conversation she has to get people working for her, blackmailing them into being directly under her control.

She’d known Info would do this eventually. She has secrets, so many secrets, and they both knew it.

“You’re the only person doing this for me that isn’t in my debt.” Oh. Oh. She’d known it would happen, but she didn’t expect it to happen like this. To be the last item on Info’s list. To start working for her not because she’s useful in any way, but because she’s the only one who isn’t already.

Info studies her, for once looking her in the eyes for more than half a second, reading her like she’s a magazine left open on someone’s bed.

“Oh?” she says, her throat too dry to say more as if all the fear in her body coated itself across the inside of her body and then settled itself into the pit in her stomach.

“And honestly? -” Info gives one of the few small smiles Hoshiko has seen on her near-robotic face “- I think I like it this way.”

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