#tomorrow is my last day but u have loved this job. i love to leave.

[theriverbeyond]

Ideal work schedule:

I show up and am given a list of cognitively engaging but achievable tasks

I complete the list

I leave immedietly

#guy who is getting out of work at 1pm!!!! 📢 #tomorrow is my last day but u have loved this job. i love to leave. #trb.txt #i* have

[k-hotchoisan]

hii it’s me again with another request (sorry)

Could you write smtg based off the song agora hills by doja cat? whatever member u prefer is fine 💕💕

anywayssss i love you smmm and u are an amazing person!! 💕💕🤭🧎‍♀️

omg that is such a cute song (if you squint hard enough past the public sex HAHAHAH)

Please never apologise for coming back for a request, you know I’ll always welcome you with open arms 🥰

Always thank you for being so sweet vic (if it’s okay to call you that~) and for giving me inspiration + pushing me write out of my boundaries. I genuinely appreciate it.

AND I LOVE YOU TOO 🗣️🩷😭

Where you and Seonghwa have a fight before his Grand Prix finals, but he still wins, and loses his fucking mind when he sees you still cheering for him despite that.

Genre/Warnings: racer au, smut, semi public sex, you fuck Seonghwa in his racer gear, IF YOU SQUINT HARD ENOUGH THERES LIKE ANGST (it isn’t heavy don’t worry), creampies, mild dacryphilla, unprotected sex, sweaty sex

You storm past your partner into the hotel room, trying to let the anger dissipate. Seonghwa is trying to get to you, explaining what you saw. You know that it couldn’t be helped, but feel the thorns prickling your heart when you couldn’t even approach him when you caught one of his overly zealous and nepotistic fans with her hands over him during the after party. Nothing much could done because;

a. He couldn’t do anything about it because the relationship between the both of you had to be kept a secret, his management did not like the thought of entertaining Seonghwa in a relationship when his career is at his peak;

b. The Grand Prix finale was tomorrow. A lot of stakes were in place, and Seonghwa knew better than to fuck it up, especially when he’s worked so hard to get where he is now. He’s so close.

He’s also so fucking close to just wanting to let the world know how possessive he is over you.

“You know it’s not like that right?” and he goes on and on. You know that it’s part of his job—to network, get more sponsors, even if it meant letting other women get a little too close to him. You understand, you do, but oh god, it gets so fucking exhausting. You just wanted time for yourself to clear your head and process the whole thing, and potentially stabbing that nepo baby at least sixty times in your head.

Your arms are crossed. Arguing with him is the last thing you want to do right now, especially when the both of you barely escaped getting caught sneaking into his hotel room. All that for a fight to erupt between the both of you after a long and tense day on the track. You glare at him with a pout.

“I’m going home.”

Seonghwa whips his head so fucking fast, his eyes piercing right into you. He looks absolutely dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?”

You nod. “I’m sorry that I overreacted, but now, I’m not risking us getting caught when tomorrow’s the finals.”

Seonghwa wants to fucking pounce and cage you in. Before he even attempts to deflect your words, you cut him off-

“-and especially when you’re not the one dating someone who needs to keep a relationship a secret.” You sigh. “Please get some rest, Hwa.”

You pull the hotel door open, and leave promptly. Seonghwa stands there, his brows furrowed as frustration bleeds into him. He wants to so badly chase after you, but he knows you wouldn’t let him, not when there could be a chance to risk getting caught by anyone from his team.

As the cab pulls away further from the hotel, your phone is spammed by Seonghwa, and he’s explaining himself. You purse your lips, reading over his texts, but you only decide to reply a curt reiteration of what you told him earlier at his hotel room, and a “love you”, before unlocking your door to finally wash up.

A ping of guilt courses through you—you know you shouldn’t misunderstand or be jealous, but if anything, it was but how it made you feel, and it wasn’t pretty. You didn’t mean to show a perturbed expression when his eyes glanced at you after he barely managed to shake his little fan girl off him, but it was just automatic. And if anything, Seonghwa is just as possessive as you are, if not worse, especially when he sent death glares to your direction when another male had approached you, and periodically touched you up on your arms, which kind of caused the argument to even start in the first place.

Your eyes flutter close, exhausted, as sleep drags you in deeper, the last thing in your mind being Seonghwa.

The morning sun leaks through the windows of Seonghwa’s room. He’s already up, albeit half awake, getting ready for another whole day of racing. His mind was set on going all out for the finals, but something still remains at the back of his mind, and he doesn’t want to push it away. He thinks to himself, he wants to do it for you.

You only send Seonghwa a short text of encouragement, and he doesn’t reply. Then again, he is wrapped up with interviews over interviews, training and the finale would only start when dusk sets. You don a body con dress, paired with one of Seonghwa’s racer jackets you stole, might as well surprise him a little bit.

On the cab to the event, Seonghwa’s gorgeous face is plastered all over the Grand Prix news, as one of the rising stars. He looks absolutely stunning, no doubt, and it gets your heart racing too because you cannot believe he’s yours.

You take a seat amongst the noisy crowd around you. The atmosphere was getting really riled up, especially when the racers all appear on the big screen as they walk back stage to their cars. Your eyes are glued to the screen as Seonghwa appears in his racing gear, and he winks at the camera, a slew of fangirl screams burst around you, and you cover your mouth to suppress a giggle. All the hard feelings the night before faded off, and you heart felt full yet anxious for Seonghwa.

It takes awhile for the warm up and safety check to be cleared, but before you knew it, the checkered flags are raised and lights turned green, cheers roar across the tracks as the loud screeches of the cars overpower them.

Throughout the laps, Seonghwa falls in between 3rd and 4th place, you bite your lip, praying that he’s able to catch up. As the laps close in to its final rounds, Seonghwa slowly climbs up the position to first, and he maintains, amazingly. The night continues to burn with anticipation as the final lap commences, with Seonghwa neck to neck with another racer, switching between first and second.

The final corner becomes the make or break—as Seonghwa drifts, effectively overtaking just slightly before fully taking the spot for first.

And he speeds into the finishing line, winning championship.

You jump from your seat, your fingers clasped from the tension as the announcer is proclaiming Seonghwa’s win, and the screen flashes his winning race in slow motion. Your heart is pounding in your ears as the screams are blocked out. You are so proud that nothing leaves your lips as you fight the tears from falling as you clap. The screen flickers to the car cam, and you see Seonghwa pumping his fist in victory as he rides through another victory lap.

The barricade has fans screaming Seonghwa’s name as he leaves the car and pulls his helmet off. He looks so fucking amazing even when he’s sweaty, and you can’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. You decide not to squeeze with the fans near the barricade, opting to stand further away.

Well, now where does this relationship go? He’ll probably be even further from you now.

A huge group of reporters swarm him, and he looks overwhelmed, that is until his eyes scan the crowd and lands on you, just when you’re ready to turn to leave.

Seonghwa’s heart skips a beat, his eyes are only tunnelling you as he pushes past the crowd, jumping past the barricade to where you are. You have a small smile on your face because you know he deserves all of this.

A tight grip on your hand halts you in your tracks, shocking you, as you turn around with wide and confused eyes. He pulls his goggles off. Before you could even process it, Seonghwa has his jacket that you’re wearing in his fist as his hands travel up cup your jaw—and he pulls you in for a deep kiss.

Your eyes shut as the kiss scatters fireworks beneath your eyelids, with Seonghwa’s lips right pressing against yours. Your mind is fuzzy, as your ears blocks out the loud screams of his fans. He pulls back after what feels like an eternity, before bowing politely at the group of fans and reporters in front of him as he leads you away.

From the circuit track to his hotel room, he never once let go of your hand, probably only gripping it tighter the closer he got to his room. He doesn’t say a damn thing either, probably because he still has the adrenaline pumping in his veins. Nonetheless, you still can’t tell what he’s thinking, and you’re wondering if he’s still upset.

At least not until the moment the door closes behind you.

Because he turns his heels right at you as devours your lips, not letting go at all, even as peels off his jacket, then yours.

He finally pulls back, giving you a breather. His eyes look absolutely wild as he tugs his jacket off you, exposing the way your dress hugs your curves, and his breathing becomes heavier.

“Fuckin hell. You don’t know how much it drives me insane when you’re wearing my jacket over something fuckin slutty like this. Fuck,” he groans, kicking his shoes off. You stare at him breathlessly as you remove your shoes as well, but your gaze never leaving how Seonghwa looks so fucking good with a compression shirt on—the way it hugs his biceps, the way it pulls taut against his chest and abdomen, the gorgeous bounce of his fucking tits every time he shifts his arms. He doesn’t remove his top before pulling you right back into his arms, his hands snaking up to grab your braless tits, which makes him groan again.

“Fuck, you’re not even wearing a bra. Are you fucking kidding me?” His erection presses hard against your thigh, and you’re working through your brain to find and answer amidst being trapped by pleasure. “And where did you think you were running to, looking like that?”

“N-nowhere! I thought you’d be caught up with the report-“ he cuts you off with another hungry kiss. God, he’s so desperate that you can’t help feel the heat pool between your legs. It doesn’t help that he had pulled your dress down past your chest, and his hands are all over your tits, sending sparks down your your spine, right to your pussy. Seonghwa pulls away once more, licking the string of spit that connected the both of you.

Seonghwa hums. “Mmm. Shouldn’t have asked. I’d still fuck you dumb anyway.” Your grip on his arm tightens. His fingers snake under your dress, tugging on your panties as he pulls the pair down, and pockets the pair of panties. The wet patch of slick doesn’t go unnoticed by him. His gaze locks onto yours as he makes sure you watch him cover his fingers with spit before his fingers head south. His fingers meet your slick that covered your cunt and scoffs.

“You’re already so fucking wet already”. He doesn’t give you a chance to answer as his fingers begin rubbing your clit. You lean forward and sigh as you use his shoulder to lean your head on. He lets you for a moment, adoring the way you’re beginning to squirm underneath him. Then he’s grabbing your waist and then dumping you right on the couch, pushing your legs open for him. Your cunt glistens with slick right for him, and Seonghwa is more than ready to dive in, giving a lick before fully immersing his tongue right into your sex, flicking his tongue against your clit, his hands squeezing your thighs. Your fingers are tangled in his hair and your head is thrown back as you tug his slicked back hair. If you weren’t seeing stars, you’d be seeing the fucking heavens.

Seonghwa hits a pace where you’re beginning to see white spots beneath your eyelids and the knot tugs hard in your stomach. Your thighs contract immediately, but Seonghwa keeps them apart, because he knows that’s the sweet spot. He knows it makes you tingle and it gets him so fucking excited. His tongue works even quicker on your clit and your orgasm builds so fucking quick and your whines climb up in octave, music to Seonghwa’s ears.

“There, there. Oh fuck. I’m cumming. Oh my fucking god”, leaving your lips like a mantra, alongside more whines of his name as your orgasm tingles through your body in waves. His tongue presses against your clit and he sucks on your clit, causing you to jolt, tears already streaking from the overstimulation. Seonghwa’s moaning in your wet cunt, making sure he devours every part of your orgasm as his ego inflates. A broken cry leaves your lips as you release his locks, your hands slumping against the couch. Seonghwa presses a wet kiss against your cunt with a smile. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand as he towers over you, his erection staining his pants already. Oh god, you love the way your arousal is all over his plump lips nonetheless. He was made for eating you out. He leans in for another ravenous kiss—and he swears he can never get enough of it. Before you realise it, your dress is pulled back up past your tits.

His fingers gently intertwine with yours as he pulls you up, and leads you to-

“The balcony?” You question, your heart hammering in your chest. Seonghwa cracks a smile as he leans in.

“Yeah. I wanna show the world my girl. I’ll fuck you so good that I’ll make sure the world knows.”

“But-“

“It’ll be fine. I’m serious. We’re so high up and we’re clothed, well kind of ”, he comforts. You bite your lip, because fuck, it was definitely exhilarating to be fucked on the balcony. You wanted the world to know that he’s yours too and the thought of it only heats you up even more.

He leads you the beach chair at the side, where he makes you sit and hang your legs on either side of the arm rests, and he’s about to remove his compression top but your hands stop his before you realise it. He looks at you, concern flashes over his face for brief second.

“Fuck me with your racer gear on.”, you blurt out, curling your fingers against the taut fabric. Seonghwa’s expression immediately switches over to one of a smirk. “What have you been fantasising about, darling?” He pokes, looming over you with a cocky smile.

You can’t escape, the only thing that does is a small whimper. Seonghwa doesn’t push for an answer, because he’s busy yanking his pants down past his thighs, and his cock springs out, hitting his lower abdomen. He sighs as he gives his fat cock a couple of pumps while looking at you with your legs spread wide open for him, your pussy just salivating at the thought of him pounding into you into the next week.

He lines himself to your entrance and doesn’t warn you before he enters, and a squeal leaves your lips, then a soft cry as he pushes more inches into you—every inch going thicker and thicker as he goes down to the base, until he’s snug in your cunt.

“That’s my good girl. Warm and wet, just how I like it”, he whispers into your ears, as he strokes your thighs gently. More sobs leave you, your fingers pressing onto Seonghwa’s arms.

Just when you thought you couldn’t fit any more of Seonghwa, the sudden thought of him right now, fucking you in his uniform somehow swallowed more of his cock, earning you the most gorgeous moan from Seonghwa as his eyes roll back and his eyebrows scrunched.

“Baby-fuck!-just what are you thinking about? Squeezing me like this? Oh god”, his knuckles are whitening from his grip on the arm rest. He pulls out before starting a pace to fuck you with, and soon enough it’s only the sounds of skin slapping, both of your moans and the feeling of Seonghwa’s cock just pounding right into the perfect angle of your cunt that exists in this damn universe. You wouldn’t ask for more.

Your brain was becoming pulp, only soft sobs every time Seonghwa’s balls deep into you. You could only focus on how his biceps tensed against the fabric as his tits fucking bounced every time his slams his cock into you—which you definitely see it too—the way his pants hang just at his lower thighs, and his cock is just disappearing into your pussy, drawing out squelching sounds that were borderline obscene. Drops of sweat splatter onto your dress as he leans in to rest his forehead onto yours.

“So good. So fucking good to be inside you like this”, he curses, trying to not the feeling of his orgasm overpower him. As you were gradually losing yourself to the pleasure, he suddenly pulls back completely, and instructs you to face the night scenery with your ass out. He crumpled your dress to your waist, and his cock enters you again, causing you to draw a sharp breath. He doesn’t let you adjust—he just starts fucking you raw like that, leaving your mouth agape and eyes blown out from the pleasure.

He’s able to reach even deeper part of your pussy now, and he makes sure you fucking cry for him. “H-Hwa!”, you try to speak in between sobs. “Oh god, oh god. I can’t. It’s so deep.” Your hands barely have the strength to hold onto the rails as he is railing you from behind.

“That’s my pussy. Milk me dry baby”, Seonghwa grunts, his fucking becoming more erratic, admiring the way your ass bounces off his cock so naturally. “I’m cumming all the way in baby. Be a good girl and take it, yeah?”

And a drawn out moan fills your ears as his cum floods your abused hole, and you cry out as your second orgasm hits you, clenching his cock even more. A loud slap reverberates into the night as his hand lands on your ass, causing you to flinch and squeal.

“That’s it, baby. Oh, you’re such a good girl”, he hums, holding your hips as far as his cock would let him drive into you, letting cum dribble down your inner thighs. He pulls out slowly, admiring the way your cunt convulses, small loads of his cum and yours leak out of you. You release your grip from the railings and fall right into his arms, as he plants a loving kiss on your temple before whispering,

“I promise you’re the only one for me, baby.”

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez smut #smut #ateez fic #kpop smut #kpop fics #ateez seonghwa #y/n x seonghwa #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa #seonghwa

[soobinsonly1bf]

yeonjun x model reader? pleading him to not mark u up since you have a shoot the next day but he just can’t help it ! :,( making the makeup artist work extra hard tomorrow..

oh my god i love it sm...

yeonjun x model reader

warnings: nsfw, gn!reader, switch!yeonjun, switch!reader, makeout session, marking, dry humping, cumming in pants (both of you)

!!nsfw under the cut, minors dni!!

"god, you look so pretty..." he says between the wet kisses he leaves on your neck, as he pushes you into the wall, right in the middle of the corridor full of wardrobes.

"hey, calm down, we're in the goddamn- fuck..." you can't help the little noise you let out when you feel him starting to suck on your neck. you immidiately push him away. "don't." you say firmly, looking him in the eyes. "i have a shoot tomorrow too. i definitely don't need my makeup artist to have any extra work, so no marking. understood?"

"'m sorry, you just look so beautiful... can we go to your wardrobe?" he asks hopefully. "please, just- i need you so bad right now." he practically begs you. he's acting so desperate for you and you haven't even did anything yet. you sigh as you remember that's exactly what happened the last time he visited you after your shoot.

you take his hand in yours, leading him to your private wardrobe. soon you're pressing him into the wardrobe's door, your lips on his. you're literally exploring each other's mouth, because it can't be called kissing anymore...

it's rough, hot and desperate, full of tongue, saliva and yeonjun's small whimpers. soon you catch him on your neck again, but it started oh so innocently at your face, as he was leaving gentle kisses on your chin, cheeks and along your jaw line.

he starts to suck on your neck again, he knows exactly how to do it in the most pleasureable way for you... you just can't force yourself to stop him. "yeonjun..." you whisper and he knows exactly what you mean, but just decides to ignore it.

in the next hours minutes you both just keep on kissing, but also leaving hickeys all over yours necks. now he's sitting on your lap after he pushed you on the small sofa here.

soon your positions changed again, now you sitting on his lap, grinding yourself. at first it was slow, just a small addition to your makeout session. then it was starting to get as desperate as your kissing, now grinding hardly against his hard cock, standing painfully in his jeans. you both keep on moaning as quiet as you can, getting yourself off until you cum in your pants...

but the next day is worse when you're getting scolded by your makeup artist. she asking if she didn't told you enough times already to try to not get any marks in easily visible places. you're a model and should treat your job seriously. you really need to control yourself... and your boyfriend that just loves you too much to leave your skin without any marks.

#yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x male reader #yeonjun smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #elise✨️

[mrs-santoss]

Are you jealous, Ney? - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

Heyy i saw that ur requests were open and i really liked ur other imagines so could u please write something with jealous ney like the reader and kylian(or anyone)got close since they started dating and one day they were just hanging out and kylian gets too close so ney gets jelous or smth plssss

It was a big change for me to move to Paris with Neymar and change my lifestyle completely. But since my job is mostly remote, I decided to move with the love of my life and support him on his journey. I knew a long-distance relationship wouldn't last for me, so I didn't want to risk breaking up with Neymar. We are an extremely happy and understanding couple; that's what makes us special.

Before Neymar and I moved to Paris, we looked for apartments or houses to rent or purchase. We found a perfect big apartment with enough rooms for me to create my own office. Neymar made sure everything was perfect, so I wouldn't miss anything at work. He felt some sort of responsibility to make me comfortable since I'm the one moving to a different country for him, even though I wouldn't want him to feel this way at all.

I'm working on my latest project at work when I get a call from Ney saying he's bringing a few guys from the team over to hang out. I ask if he wants me to prepare some food or anything, but he's got it all covered.

I'm not in my best-looking state, but I'm not too bad either. I'm wearing a sweater and shorts, dark blue set with some light makeup and my hair up in a bun. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I go to open the door, greeting Neymar first.

"Hi, bebê. How was training?" I ask him and give him a quick kiss on the lips, he squeezes my waist lightly.

"Hi, meu amor. It was good. Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Kylian and Thiago. I invited a few more guys, but they couldn't make it." he says to me as the guys come inside and remove their shoes. We have a shoes-off policy because of me, I hate the idea of dirty shoes on the couch.

Everyone greets me and says hi. Kylian gives me a quick hug, and follows the other guys to the living room as I shut the door. I follow Neymar and I grab his food bags from his hands.

"I will prepare everything, anjo. You sit with the guys." I say to him, he hesitates first but gives in and kisses my forehead.

I'm in the kitchen making some drinks for the guys and one for myself because why not, and put the ordered food on the plates. I go to the living room where the guys were taking turns playing Fifa. Kylian and Thiago were sitting on the big couch, Neymar was sitting on an arm chair, I place the food on the table and sit next to Neymar on the arm of the arm chair. He gives me a side hug and kisses my shoulder. Kylian and Thiago were playing against each other, while Neymar is waiting his turn.

"How's work going, bebê? Are you done for today? he asks me, while snacking on some chips.

"Yeah, Ney. I have a few things let unfinished but I will deal with them tomorrow." I say back to him.

"Okay, amor. Don't get too stressed out about work." he says to me giving me another quick kiss on my shoulder since he can't reach my face since I'm sitting on a higher level.

Thiago beats Kylian on the game, and now is Neymar's turn with Thiago. Kylian offers Neymar his seat so he has a better view of the TV, and Kylian sits on his place next to me.

Neymar's POV:

I switched seats with Kylian so I can focus on the game more. After a few minutes of playing, I hears laughs coming from Y/N's and Kylian's direction, they were chatting together about different stuff. Usually, I'm not the jealous type, but I hate it when someone else makes my girlfriend laugh. I don't want to make it a big deal, I mean they're having fun as friends. I feel some sort of responsibility that she had to leave her friends behind to move to Paris with me.

Kylian reaches out to grab some food, and the arm chair almost drops on Y/N's side due to the unbalanced weight. He quickly grabs her by the waist and pulls her so she doesn't fall.

"Oh, my god, I'm sorry. Are you okay? he says to her. Y/N confirms she is okay, and they both start laughing finding it funny.

I decide to ditch the game and let Thiago beat me. I feel this rush of jealousy over my body. I quickly stand up.

"Kylian, you can continue playing, I lost the game." I say to him coldly.

"Okay, bro. In a second! I want to finish this food first." he says casually to me not even looking at me, still making jokes with Y/N, my girlfriend.

"Sure! No rush." I say to him and I sit back next to Thiago, I pull out my phone pretending to scroll through different apps, but still looking at them through my peripheral vision.

Y/N is telling him an embarrasing story from her high school days, and Kylian laughs, touching her shoulder slightly.

"Hahaha, oh, god, I didn't realize you were also funny and not just pretty." he says to her as if he forgot she's my girlfriend, MINE.

That was it for me. I wanted to make that stop. So I stood up quickly. And walked over to them.

"Hey, amor. Can I have a word with you in the kitchen?" I say to her coldly.

"Yeah, sure, bebê." she stands up quickly and follows me to the kitchen."What's up, Ney?"

"Why are you not working right now?" I ask her blankly, I can tell she's taken back from my words.

"Um... What do you mean, bebê? she asks me confused. "Do you not want me to hang out with you guys?"

"Of course, I want you to hang out with us, but I want you to sit next to me." I say to her, and I feel a little weird saying it out loud. We never had these conversations about jealousy before.

She pauses for a moment, processing my words. And suddenly, she starts smiling. I don't know why she's smiling, I certainly don't find it funny AT ALL.

"Bebê... are you jealous?" she asks, as if she's reading my mind.

"What?! No, I'm not? Why would you think that?" I ask, not sure what to say next.

"Hahaha, yes you are, Ney." she says to me and grabs my, cheeks pinching them, and kisses my lips softly. Oh, god, how does she manage to make me smile through everything?

"Okay... maybe a little. I don't like this feeling. You are MINE." I say, as i grap her by the waist and pull her close to me crashing my lips into her.

"You don't have to be jealous, meu amor. I'm only trying to make new friends. I don't think Kylian there is flirting with me either." she says to me.

"Maybe, but, I still don't like it. I'm the only one who can make you laugh like that." I say to her, she starts grinning. "You're the only one who can also make me scream." she says while winking at me. I kiss her passionately, and run my hands down to her butt, squeezing it slightly.

"That's for sure, bebê." I can't wait for those idiots to leave so I can make her scream my name.

#neymar masterlist #neymar #neymar x reader #neymar imagines #neymar imagine #mbappe x reader #mbappe imagine #masterlist #football masterlist #neymar jr fanfiction #fanfiction #football imagine #football imagines #imagines #thiago silva imagine

[claiestve]

some isaac fluff/comfort to recover from your last one? 😭

maybe when lover has a really long day with their cases and isaac takes care of them? 🥹

(also love you and your amazing writings 💗)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 & 𝐌𝐞 ꨄ Isaac

˜”* ❝𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴡɪɴᴅ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

“Pickle, I’m gonna go somewhere later, wanna come?” You hear from the other room. It doesn’t ring any bells though because you were so engrossed in your work. Not even looking anywhere that wasn't your laptop. The case you were working on was extremely stressful because there were so many possibilities and you couldn’t afford to make any mistakes. 

The problem with this was, you didn’t have much time for Isaac. He wasn’t too clingy because he knew fully well how much the job takes over the brain. However, he found himself being more… eager. Eager to see you, to hear you, to finally be near you while you guys sleep, all of it. You guessed he was just feeling affectionate but it never crossed your mind that it would be because of your absence. 

“Pickle?”

You still didn’t answer. It’s not like you didn’t hear it. Your body was just so numb to any vocal cues because of how dangerously long you’ve been on this case. 

The door knob rattles a bit before the door opens. Standing in the doorframe is Isaac with a frown on his face. You saw him but it didn’t alarm you like it normally would’ve. On a normal day, you would’ve been very quick to ask what was wrong even if it was something tiny. Not today though.

Isaac approaches you reaching for your hand. 

“You’re doing it again.” He says with a frown. 

“Doing what?” You ask without looking away from your work. 

“You know what. You’re being unresponsive.”

Ironically, you didn’t answer to that. Isaac sighs and sits down next to you. At first, he waited for some kind of acknowledgment from you but after a while, he realized you wouldn’t give any. He sighs a little louder but it’s ignored by you. He tries going for your hand but you didn’t even flinch at that. 

As you're staring at the screen, you can only wonder if you would be able to finish this case with the right information. You seem so lost in the case but your chaotic thoughts are quickly silenced once your screen goes black.

“Hi, Pickle, this is the real world.” Isaac sarcastically greets you but you’re not too fond of it. Of course, Isaac doesn’t care. He wants you to relax, at least for a minute. 

“You’re so annoying.”

“You weren’t answering me! Plus, I missed you.”

“We’re being clingy now, Isaac?” You smile at him. He laughs a little and leans his head on yours. 

“Come to bed, Pickle.”

He gently drags you out of the study by your hand.

“I thought you were going somewhere?”

“It can wait for tomorrow. I’d rather go with you tomorrow than leave you like this but unsupervised.”

He proceeds to take you into the bedroom where you immediately feel at ease even being in there. You could feel a huge weight coming off your shoulders being replaced with excitement to lay down and sleep. Isaac helped you into bed, making you lean on him. 

“How do you feel about oatmeal for breakfast tomorrow, Pickle?”

“Don’t tell me you are planning on making breakfast. I’ll do it.”

“Nope. Tomorrow, you’re going to lay here until it’s time for you to eat.”

You two share some laughter along with other banter. You appreciated Isaac and his efforts. He was always willing to do stuff for you. He’d be unserious, for you. He’d be ‘clingy’, for you. He’d do anything for you. You looked at him and sighed. 

“Thank you, Isaac. It’s been really exhausting these past few days and I’ve missed you a lot.”

“Of course. I noticed how bad it was getting and I had to step in.”

“I love you, Isaac.”

“I love you too, Pickle. Sleep well.”

He kissed your forehead before pulling you in closer. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

so my dumbass asked for requests a while ago and i realized that half of them i didn't do so im making up for it now

thank u 4 requesting, ily

#zsakuva #asmr #sakuverse #zsakuvaxreader #isaac #isaacrhodes #ifusawthelastposthatideletednoudidntthatwasanaccident

[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review IX

I feel like I just wrote the last Sunday Week in Review five minutes ago and like six years ago at the same time. Short work weeks and coming off the back of vacation really do mess with your sense of time.

Another short week ahead too, Canadian Thanksgiving tomorrow, happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canucks who observe this holiday! 🧡

October has brought so many good stories to my dash that my drafts list is out of control and I still have so many good fics I haven't finished reading yet! Having said that, I've enjoyed the pause to jump in with these October x 500 prompts. It's been a jolt of inspiration/creativity that I needed.

Having said that, on with the week in review!

T R U L Y  U P D A T E S . . .

october x 500 (masterlist)

oct' x 01 - ruffled hair (joel x gn!reader)

oct' x 02 - apple scent (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

oct’ x 03 - full of colours (tim rockford x f!reader)

oct' x 04 - walks in the forest (strings!joel x reader)

oct' x 05 - autumnal (dieter x gn!reader)

oct' x 06 - falling leaves (gold rush!joel x charlotte)

oct' x 07 - chestnuts (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

W H A T  I  R E A D . . .

On Deck (One Shots) (Jack AU) by @something-tofightfor Just when I think I’ve gone through someone’s master list, I manage to find a gem and this is one of them. I have no clue about baseball, went to a game and had no idea what was happening no matter how many times someone tried to explain. However, I am 110% positive that if Jack was to explain the rules to me, I’d know him inside and out, oh and maybe a bit about baseball too. Gotta make sure those lessons get stretched out…

Bloom (Joel AU) by @penaonthestreets-javiinthesheetsThis was such a delightful opening chapter! Reader has their own flower shop, and just so happens our favourite Texan pays a visit. The characterization of Ellie almost steals the show from Joel’s meet-cute with Reader - I’m not going to spoil it, but I had to pick myself off of the floor after - just saying…

Working Title | Chapter 13 (Dieter) by @rhoorl I’m so rooting for these two! Both deserve a happy ending (in more than one sense!) and yet it seems there's those who want to bring them down or stand in their way. This update was a little angst, incredibly sweet and the last bit, well - I can't wait to read the next update!

Kinktober Day Two (Frankie) 🌶️ by @youvebeenlivingfictional I love the whole fun roleplay trop between established couples and this one does an excellent job of doing just that! Reader and Frankie are out at the bar having fun and, I'm not going to spoil it - go enjoy it for yourself!

Tip Your Server (Dieter) by @nothoughtsjustmeds This is just the best! Dieter and wife!reader on the night of his Oscar win and it’s just so much hilarity, sweetness & spice and the banter between the two is just the best. Please go read it, you won’t be disappointed, I promise! 

Kiss Me Quick (Dieter) by @secretelephanttattoo This, how I love this so! It’s a love letter to the British seaside and is told through a day at the beach with the one and only Dieter. It managed to not only invoke laughter but homesickness too. I’d go to the seaside for a stick of rock any day of the week with Dieter. 

Sofa So Good (Frankie) by @secretelephanttattoo This was cozy, domestic bliss wrapped up as tight as my fingers would be in Frankie’s hair. This was a sweet slice of life and so done so well. A perfect cozy Sunday read if you’re looking for one!

Video Nasty I & II (Joel) 🌶️ by @sin-djarin I don't think I've recovered from these two yet... Oof, incredibly hot, incredibly Joel and incredibly read-again worthy! Also provided a fun memory of mine working in a video store and will Marcus be forever associated with a poorly titled porno? Yes. Yes he will be.

Paranoid Heart (Javier P.) by @goodwithcheese This was such a great opener and introduction to our main character and Javi. Now, if you're thinking you need to watch Narcos to read this, take it from me, Ms. Truly 'I think I've watched six episodes now but can't remember' Betty, you don't need to, because Megan is so good at immersing you in her characters worlds that you'll be well taken care of. Can't wait to see where this story leads us!

A Month of Sundays(Various) by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I love each and every one posted so far! There’s something to be said about drabbles, little slices of life etc., six-sentence fics - because they’re not as easy to write as you think. There needs to be some establishing of what’s going on, and while not a resolution - something to end on. These are all great insights into some established characters and some we’ve not met before and I can’t wait to see what the rest of the month brings!

No Panties, No Problems (Frankie) by @blackfemalenerd Frankie is an A-grade menace here and, oof is this hot? Please do yourself a favour and go read it and leave your comments - because I think we all deserve some more of this Frankie!

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 7 (Triple Frontier Boys) by @rhoorl Jess really knows how to weave multiple stories and character backgrounds together and take you through from start to finish and never feel like you've missed something or added confusion. This week's installment is no different! We've got it all packed into this chapter and I don't want to spoil anything, but please go check it out!

M E M O R A B L E  P O S T S . . .

The next guest appearance on Mulefalls Court @rhoorl

the grey sweatpants revelation

hands, hands and more hands

a visual from @maggiemayhemnj that I won't be forgetting anytime soon, and this one here where I might still be on the floor from

a good Tumblr 101 + reblog etiquette post from @morallyinept

Bob's Burgers fest started by @darkroastjoel

B R O U G H T  T H E  J O Y . . .

Just how lovely this community is - this week I've had so many great interactions with equally amazing people and I'm so happy to have found a home in this little corner and appreciate every one of you who comes and interacts with my blog and me in whatever capacity 💕

F R A N K I E  C A T ™️ . . .

I missed last weeks update, so here’s an update on Frankie Cat - she’s very much settled in. She is pretty laid back as her name sake, but sometimes her tiny humans can get on her last nerves, but baby Truly #2 and her are BFF’s (mostly because baby Truly is forcing Frankie to love her, like I would the actual Frankie…)

She also has to go back to the shelter today for treatment, as she’s not 100% a Truly until her spay (which if anyone has tips for care after I’m all ears) - hopefully she doesn’t get excited and think she’s finally getting away from us… sorry Frankie Cat, you’re one of us now. Even if you do rip my feet to shit. 

T H I S  W E E K ' S  J A M . . .

Back in my Sons of Anarchy feels as I finally work my way through season seven (no spoilers or talk please, I've gone this long without a spoiler, I'd like to finish it out the same way)

Happy Sunday all! Here's to another great week! Feel free to share your favourite posts, stories, thots and whatever and never hesitate to tag me in it 💕

#betty's sunday in review #sunday week in review

[jiminsfault]

His Muse | kth

— pairing: Artist!Kim Taehyung x reader

— genre: fluff, romance | Non-idol!Au

— word count: 4.4k

— summary: Insomnia was keeping you up at night, so you decided to go out for a nightly walk in the streets of Paris, where you met Kim Taehyung, who is in desperate need of someone to inflame his passions again.

— warnings: Obviously mentioning insomnia but just surface-level, it’s extremely unrealistic in some aspects but let’s be romantic about it, depending on which way you look at it Taehyung could also come off as a creep tbh…lmao, essentially coworkers to lovers

— A/N: I started writing this in 2018… kept on writing bits and then dismissing it for months. Now, finally, it’s here. Been on my masterlist as “coming soon” for years, but I did it!

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»Why do you have to work like this?« you question your brain that is once again keeping you up at night. »This damn insomnia is going to be the death of me« you grumble, exhausted from your busy day and now suffering even more from the sleepless night ahead of you. Once you realized that you wouldn’t be getting any sleep, you decided to get up from bed and leave the hotel room to go on a nightly walk. Now you circle the block of your hotel for probably the third time. Maybe getting some energy out of your system will help make you sleepy.

As you continue your walk, you reminisce about all the things you went through to regain a healthy sleep schedule. You started with yoga on a regular day in the week, which quickly turned out to be too much effort in your packed schedule, since you already had to work two jobs.

You also tried therapy, which helped a lot, but eventually the costs piled up too much. Medicine was your last resort and got you to the point of actually sleeping through most nights, but of course you had to run out the week of your well earned holiday. 

Working two jobs was exhausting and you rarely had the opportunity to take multiple consecutive days off. So, you were planning on enjoying these days as much as possible — the lack of sleep, once again, disrupting that plan.

This is just your first night in Paris, the city of lights, love, and art. You had a tightly scheduled day right after your arrival at the airport, wanting to spend every day in its own way. 

So today you went sightseeing, visiting the most common things, like the Eiffel Tower. Tomorrow you planned on visiting one or two museums that a friend had recommended.

For the third day you didn’t really plan anything, expecting yourself to be far too lazy after two days of walking to do anything, so perhaps you’ll just lay down in bed and read a book. 

Had you known that you wouldn’t be able to sleep you would have of course brought more books with you on this trip.

The fourth day is actually a little secret of yours, you didn’t tell anybody about your plans — the risk of coworkers snitching on you was just too high. All of them were lovely indeed, but they do love to spread the newest gossip. 

The truth was, you were not only on this holiday to relax and visit a beautiful city, but also for a job interview. A well paying job in this beautiful city was a dream come true. 

You didn’t care to plan more than the fourth day, if the interview goes well you will truly just be savoring the last three days in this city before leaving and soon returning permanently. If the interview didn't go the way you wanted it to, you decided to just get an earlier flight, not wanting to be depressed in a place like Paris. It would be a waste of money and days you could spend earning more of it anyway.

You were wary of actually pursuing this job, teaching was far from what you did until now. Your past work experiences were all corporate jobs or part time jobs at restaurants, bars, and the likes. Seemingly not being able to stop your brain from rattling, you thought: what if someone better applies and they decide against you?

You’d be starting on step one again, having to apply at a multitude of different Art Universities to get the chance of an interview. 

All of a sudden you crash into somebody. A tall man is staring down at you in shock, big eyes and his mouth open. Your expression is probably mirroring his, the collision pulled you out of your thoughts.

»I’m so sorry!« you exclaim, rushing to look around for objects he might’ve dropped when you ran into the broad man. 

»It’s fine, guess both of us just weren't paying attention,« the man says and gives you a big grin. His cheeks lift up, giving him a cute and less intimidating look than just a few seconds ago.

You give him a once over. He’s handsome, his posture radiated confidence and his eyes were very sharp but now that he is smiling they had a nicer touch to them. You notice the uneven eyelids and a mole on the underside of his nose tip. You guess it isn't very visible for other people, but from your angle, being much shorter than the tall man, you see it clearly. His hands are hidden in the pockets of his long coat and his hair is partly covered by a barret. With the lack of light, you can only guess that it’s of a darker color. 

»Are you done checking me out?« His very dark voice, you note that you’ve probably never heard such a deep tone, managed to pull your attention to his face again. You didn’t notice that you’d been staring. The realization made you blush. It’s dark, so of course he won’t see it in the dimly lit streets, but you could feel yourself heat up.

You force out a nervous chuckle. On any other day you would walk away after you made sure to apologize and check for dropped items, but you couldn’t seem to continue your nightly walk this time around. »What are you doing out so late, anyway?« He asks, still smiling, looking into your eyes and waiting for your answer. 

»Uh, I was just… on a walk?« Great, talking casually to a stranger wouldn’t be on the list of your strengths, noted. But he laughs and to your surprise you’re not embarrassed by this, more amused and delighted. His laugh is very pretty, just like the man himself.

»Ah, I see. Well, I’ll let you continue your walk then, let’s pay attention to our paths from now on!« He gives you another smile before he raises his hand out of his pocket, notably very big, to wave a little and turn around. You stay there for a moment and watch him slowly walk away.

»He was nice,« you whisper into the cold air, smiling to yourself. The unexpected encounter made your mind less stressed, somehow. The stranger had a calming way about him. With newfound peace of mind, you decide to go back to your hotel room and try to get some sleep.

Your second day in Paris was lovely indeed. The art hung on the walls of museums was impressive and lovely to look at. Drawing had been a small passion of yours for long, but working every chance you get kept you from it for far too long. The sights were truly inspiring and so you decided to make your way to an art supply store to purchase a sketchbook and a few brushes. You could ponder about what you’d draw in a nearby park, perhaps? Nature in Paris was as beautiful as it gets.

With this plan in mind you made your way there, your phone navigation leading your way with your earphones in, trying not to seem as much of a tourist, but you probably do anyway.

Near the store, you stopped the route on your phone and put the device away in your pocket. When you open the door a bell above rings and echoes sweetly into the room to make notice of your entrance. Wooden shelves stocked with many art supplies fill the space. You could take your pick from any medium you’d like to paint with. Oil, water color, pencil,... You take it all in, think about what's best to buy and especially, what suited your bank accounts limits. Wandering along the shelves in deep concentration, you bumped into a hard chest. Just like last night, you come to face the same man. He still wore his smile and his eyes carried the same kind look.

»I see we were destined to meet again,« he said, his smile growing cheeky. »I was actually hoping to see you a second time. Do you often crash into people when daydreaming?« The man chuckles and holds his hand in front of his body, »official introductions are in order, I suppose. My name is Kim Taehyung.«

You returned his smile, although a bit more nervous as he seemed to be. »Were you really hoping to see me again or are you just trying to charm me?«

Your response made him laugh a little, but before he could say another thing, you told him your name. »Seeing you here must mean you’re into art?« You ask.

He nods his head yes. Delighted to hear this, you immediately start a conversation about art. Without hesitation, you ask him about his favorite medium, his style of painting and at last, his inspiration. At the last question he seems to lose his smile. Before, he joyously responded to all of your inquiries, but this one perhaps was too personal of a question. »You don’t need to share, if you’re uncomfortable,« you assure him.

»It’s not that I’m uncomfortable. It’s just that, as of right now, I’ve lost all inspiration,« he admits. »I was going to switch paints in an attempt to regain a bit of my passion.« Relating to this, you nod. Losing inspiration to do what you love — it is tough. No wonder his smile dropped at the mention of it.

You fear that your mishap might have ruined the conversation, but he bounces right back and returns all your questions, helps you choose the best products in your price range and wears his smile just like before. As a way of thanking him you invite him for coffee, but because of his plans he has to refuse. »Another time. I’m sure we’ll meet again.«

Before you could dare to tell him that you are in fact not a local like he is, he is already on his way and without exchanging phone numbers, impossible to reach. The prospect of not seeing him again before you leave Paris crosses your mind and sullies your mood. You suppose you’d just have to deal with it.

You go on to spend the rest of today and the third day of your stay painting the view from your hotel room window, a park and a bridge to distract yourself and get your mood back up. On wednesday evening you expected to have trouble sleeping before your interview the next day. But, to your surprise, your eyes feel heavy and sleep comes over you.

When you wake up, you get dressed and grab two of the paintings from yesterday, your previously prepared binder full of your older art and make your way to the interview. It was held directly where you’d work at — an art school. The thought of pursuing your life-long passion as a career is scary but imagining that this interview could be a success fills your heart with joy. Becoming an art teacher for students who live and breathe art just as you do seems like your purpose. For this reason, you want to try your best and hope to leave a great impression. 

As you stand in front of the university's art-department building you keep positive thoughts in mind. Every step that you take in the direction of the stairs, along the hallway and near the room you're supposed to enter, shakes you up with anxiety. Nerves are running rampant more than ever as you hold the door handle and push it down. A deep breathe in, and you step forward into the room.

The broad room is bright, the white and high walls complement the wooden floors. Beautiful art decorates the walls and windows. You suppose on other days this is where students work on their assignments. But today, there are no art supplies laying around, everything is cleaned up nice. When you look to your left, there’s a long table. Three people sit at the table, two of them are conversing quietly, the third is scribbling something onto a paper in front of him.

The woman on the far left looks to the door first and her face splits into a smile. »Hello! Do come in, please.« You nod and smile, close the door behind you and step closer to the table. The woman who called you in pointed towards folded chairs that are leaned on the wall. »Grab a chair! Apologies, we just came back from our break, so we didn’t get to prepare the room.« You assure her that it’s fine, grab a chair and introduce yourself before sitting down.

»Very nice to meet you. I’m Madame Dupont, next to me is Monsieur Batiste and at last, Monsieur Kim. Monsieur Batiste and I are both teachers here. While Monsieur Kim does give lectures, his profession is fully dedicated to the arts. You might recognize him by his Pseudonym, Vantae.« She introduces from the left, starting with herself and going to the right, leaving the man who hadn’t raised his eyes up until now for last. The mention of Vantae makes you almost jump, you were always very fond of his work. The opportunity to meet one of your favorite artists in person makes this interview so much better. You keep your eyes on him, waiting to see his face and as you meet his gaze, you are surprised to recognize the man.

Vantae or Monsieur Kim, as in Kim Taehyung, the man who you’ve spent a great deal of this Tuesday with, talking about art. How come it never crossed his mind to mention that he was in fact an actual artist, with great talent? The shock hits your gut deeply but you can’t let it show on your face or hinder you from making a good impression on the other interviewers.

You clear your throat and take a deep breath in. Madame Dupont, seemingly leading the interview, holds her hand out and asks for your documents and the binder with your art. While she and the others look through your portfolio and comment on aspects that they like, you begin talking about yourself, per their request. You tell them of your great love for painting and how you’ve always felt at ease with a pencil or brush in hand. One or two questions to your drawings are asked that you gladly elaborate on and after exactly forty-two minutes Madame Dupont, Monsieur Batiste and Taehyung stand up to each shake your hand. 

»It was great speaking with you today. We will definitely contact you in a few days and notify you of our decision. Your art is very promising and you would be a great addition to our team!« Monsieur Batiste beams when he speaks and holds your hand in both of his. The two others at both his sides nod in agreement.

Taehyung’s smile grows cheeky when you hold your hand above the table to reach for his. »Pleasure to meet you here today, Madame. I, as well, would more than appreciate your presence at this school,« he brazenly speaks. His words are laced with mischief, as are his eyes sparkling with.

You express your gratitude to receive the chance for this interview and emphasize that you’d love to take this job offer. A very positive feeling is settling within your chest as you leave the building and walk along the street. They were genuinely nice and made the interview a good experience. But the encounter with Kim Taehyung still sticks with you. He seemed to already expect you there, almost like he recognized you from the picture on your application to the school. It would explain why he was so sure to meet you again.

The call from Madame Dupont came exactly four days after you were back at home. The moment that your phone rings with a caller-ID you don’t recognize you pick up, already anticipating who it might be. »We’re so happy to tell you that you have been accepted as our next art teacher at the Pariser University of Arts!« She says, with almost as much excitement as you feel hearing it. »We want you to start as soon as you can move to Paris. Our team has been developing a schedule for you to adjust to teaching the students and we can’t wait for you to join us.«

After the call, you waste no time to write your resignation for your jobs and to prepare everything that needs to be done and taken care of before you leave the country — permanently.

After living in Paris for four months now, you can’t imagine leaving ever again. Work has been everything you hoped it would be and more. At the beginning you just followed Madame Dupont, Taehyung and Monsieur Batiste to their classes, attended to printing and copying documents and got to do the occasional stand-in class. Today, you’re still in training but get to work on your own most of the time. Your coworkers help you prepare for your classes and give you tips on how to improve student-involvement. You enjoy working, for probably the first time in your life. With time you’re starting to get along better with your coworkers — not only the trio that interviewed you, but also the whole rest of the teaching staff. But with Taehyung especially. 

The first week you arrived, he kept on teasing you about how shocked you were when you found out that he is Vantae. He also admitted to recognizing you from your application, when the two of you met in the art shop. »I didn’t notice when we bumped into each other at night, but the day after it clicked. I’m a very curious person, you intrigued me… I just had to get to know you,« he confessed back then. 

That day, he also showed you his in-school art studio. It is still a gorgeous sight, you’re in awe whenever you get to enter it. He only works there when he has lectures that day, so it’s not the full extent of what he’s tinkering with. Still, you can recognize Vantae in everything he creates. Even quick, messy sketches. But like he said in the art shop, inspiration has left him with blank canvases or unfinished projects and the frustration is always clearly visible in his face when he invites you to the studio. 

Last time you were there, he invited you to come see his studio at home. The thought of seeing the place where Vantae painted some of his greatest works intrigued you so much, you agreed despite being antsy about spending your time off with him.

This leads you to where you are now, standing in front of his door. You take a few seconds to actually ring the bell but once you do, it doesn’t take long for it to swing open and reveal Taehyung and his usual smile. He swings his arm into the room to ask you to enter and that you do. To the right of the entrance area is a flight of stairs, but Taehyung walks through the door frame in front of you, so you follow him.

»I was just about to make coffee before heading up to the studio.« He said. »Do you want a cup as well?« You accept the offer and look around his place. The living room in which you are standing was huge and flooded with light from the big windows. A bar separated the area from his kitchen, where he leans against the counter. Behind him, his coffee machine is buzzing away as it’s filling the cups he put underneath. Once they are full, he hands you one of them. Both of you add milk and sugar to your preferences and then Taehyung starts making his way back through the doorway and turns to the staircase. »Let’s go!« he cheers on his way up.

He talks a lot about the different Paintings on his walls, the ones he hasn’t finished yet and the ones he wants to start. He begins sketching at his desk and you sit next to him to watch. Over the last few weeks he asked you more and more often to just do that — he never explains why. By now it’s become routine though, so you don’t question it anymore.

Every once in a while Taehyung pauses and crosses out what he drew or he erases the pencil lines and starts fresh. You can tell that the longer he keeps at it, the more his patience runs out. With time, he stops trying to fix or cover up his mistakes, but instead ends up crumbling his paper sheet together and throwing the whole thing away.

He finally closes his artbook and looks over at you with tired eyes, pouting. You can’t resist the coo that leaves your mouth. 

»I can‘t seem to draw anything at all, lately. It frustrates me,« the earnest way he speaks about his thoughts and feelings makes you a little happy, you’re glad that he’s comfortable enough to confide in you like this.

»Maybe you need a new muse?« you suggest and absentmindedly bite your lip as you try to think of a solution to his problem. There needs to be something that could inspire him. You don’t notice him inching closer to you, not until his breath tickles your cheek. Taehyung isn’t pouting anymore. Rather than that, his face is full of mischief, like it was months ago after your interview.

»Can you sit still?« he hurriedly opens the artbook again, grabs a piece of drawing coal and gets to work. Your eyes widen with the realization of what he was doing when his eyes flicker up to your face and back down to the paper. Not wanting to interrupt the flow he seems to be in, you just sit still and wait for when he is done. When he is, he turns his artbook to you and shows off his work with a proud grin on his lips. It was beautiful, to say the least. 

»Would you mind spending a little more time in my studio? I would love to try this with oil colors,« he carefully asks. It’s late and a part of your brain tells you to not stay with a man that you’re slowly overstepping your work relationship with, but you know that you probably can’t sleep well tonight anyway, so you agree to stay with him, despite your better knowledge.

»I wouldn’t mind,« you say to his visible surprise. »I enjoy your company and your art. If I can help you regain your inspiration, I’m more than glad to do that.« 

To Taehyung, you carry the calmness of the ocean and he could really drown in your presence. Just looking at you puffing up your hair nearly makes him drool. Being alone with you for so long is going to make him crazy, he just knows.But you could really be the solution for the artist block that he has been struggling with for the past few months. What you said earlier made him realize that you already were his muse. Everytime you’re next to him when he draws, he feels himself regaining his inspiration little by little. Maybe all that was left for him to truly get out of his slump wasn’t to switch the medium but to find the right view to draw. 

After you find your position again, he starts a draft of the painting he had in mind. You are of course the main focus of it, but the hard part is to find out what background will do your beauty justice.

Late into the night, Taehyung finally finishes the painting. All the coffee in the world couldn’t keep the two of you up any longer. You grab your things and follow him back downstairs, but before you could announce your departure, he takes your hand. »You shouldn’t walk home alone this late. Please, stay here.« He almost whispers this and pulls you towards his chest gently. You think about it for a moment, staying at his place would really cross the line of professionalism. Finally, the thought of sharing a comfortable bed with a warm blooded, handsome man like Taehyung won you over. You sigh and nod your head.

»Let’s go to bed, then.« You both smile at each other.

He gives you a toothbrush and together you stand in front of the sink and exchange the occasional glance. His hands touch your arms, your waist and hips. Always gentle and they never linger for too long — it’s comfortable. The question of who takes the couch is never asked and on an unspoken mutual agreement you both slip under the same blanket, his arm behind your head and your back against his chest.

The darkness in the bedroom envelops you. You only feel Taehyung’s chest rise and fall while you fall asleep quicker than you ever did before.

To be woken up in the morning by Taehyung’s now even deeper voice wasn’t on your list of possible outcomes when you moved to Paris. Nonetheless you really enjoy it. The shirt he gave you last night to sleep in covers you enough to stay decent and in his opinion makes you look even cuter than you did before. Bedhead and all.

He serves two cups of coffee and egg on toast after you beg him to cook you some breakfast.

»Seeing you like this…,« he mutters. »I’m afraid I can’t let you leave, you’re way too pretty. Can’t have anyone steal my muse from me.« You laugh together with him and hide your face in your palms. His attention stays on you the whole time. He can’t help himself — he rounds the bar to where you’re seated and lays his hand on the side of your face. »I adore you,« this, he said in a very serious tone, unlike before. »Please let me take you out to dinner sometime.« You look up from your hands and see the earnesty in his eyes.

»I’d love to,« you respond and he smiles.

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[freeuselandonorris]

hello freeuselandonorris! i’ve asked you for writing advice/ideas a couple of times (POV decisions and something in Nov, can’t remember exactly what it was), and i find your advice so helpful (/srs) so i hope it’s not annoying i’m asking again lol.

i find i can only write when i have extreme motivation, like an idea literally possesses my brain and the words almost write themselves - gonna out myself here, the last thing i wrote was the water inflation fic i appropriated from you; it just took over my mind and i wrote/edited it in like two days (though the speed is for sure because the entire plot was essentially your idea lol).

basically, i have lots of ideas but it’s hard for me to actually think of scenes in specific, and then i just end up not writing at all. do you have a method for coming up with a progression of a specific scene?

i am doing a horrible job of explaining my q lol so for example, my current wip involves interview panels/youtube collabs etc, but i’m finding it hard to write those because it’s so different from anything i’ve tried writing before. what do you do in those kinds of cases?

sorry for the ramble and if this makes no sense, love u 😭

hiiii lovely anon (or semi-anon lmao) you are not annoying in the SLIGHTEST, i love talking about stuff like this and it makes me really fucking happy to know that my self-indulgent rambling about writing is occasionally helpful to read ❤️

SO. i have two pieces of advice on this one, speaking from my own experience because for a very long time i was also like this and would write in fits and starts and felt very like i had to ~wait for the muses to bless me~. it’s actually something i was taught at a writing course i took years ago now and it sounds so blah and obvious when you first read it but if you stick with it, it works. BRIEF DAILY SESSIONS.

aka, you write a tiny little bit every day. if you can’t commit to every day, say five days a week (but every day is better). i do NOT mean write 1000 words a day or spend three hours doing it or freak yourself out or beat yourself up or abandon your social life or your responsibilities! the idea is you just pick a time that feels feasible (i started off with 15 minutes a day and i think this works well) and you commit to doing that every day. it doesn’t have to be anything good. it can be 15 minutes of you describing lando’s eyelashes in minute detail. it can be 15 minutes of notes for a plotline. it can be 15 minutes of dialogue you KNOW is shit and wooden and will be getting deleted the minute you get to the edit stage. doesn’t matter. just do your 15 minutes.

what this does is it breaks the hold your brain has on this idea of “oh no i have to be INSPIRED before i can possibly think of writing”. at my course they compared it to musicians practising scales, or athletes doing training. we could think of it like drivers doing their sim runs. they don’t just turn up on a race weekend and expect to be great, they have to keep their eye in.

side note: it’ll feel horrible at first, you’ll hate it and resent it and everything you write will feel awful. stick with it. if you miss a day, it doesn’t matter, you haven’t failed, just start again tomorrow. if you miss a week, you haven’t failed, start again tomorrow.

this is more of a long-term thing, so for your specific piece and the issue you mention about progressing a scene, the way i get around this is to start by writing the bit(s) i CAN imagine. so for instance here, you’d write one interview scene, or one youtube collab scene. even if it’s just a little bit of dialogue, or a couple of paragraphs of like, oh i can see oscar rolling his eyes and lando sees it and gets annoyed but he can’t say anything because there are cameras on them… or whatever. just write that bit. then leave a blank space in the gdoc and write the next bit. don’t worry about the order or anything.

once you’ve written all the little bits you can think of, read them through and you might be able to see links between them, like — oh that bit could follow on from this bit up here, or these two bits could kind of go together. reorganise stuff a bit, chop it up, get rid of anything that doesn’t work (copy it into another document called ‘cutting room floor’ if you don’t want to fully get rid).

THEN write yourself some notes. go through your bits and bobs and in between them, just write stuff like [SOMEHOW THEY GET FROM THE FILMING TO THE HOTEL ROOM???]. don’t just write [SOMETHING HAPPENS HERE], you need to give yourself little breadcrumbs to follow. so like there you go, okay, so they need to be in a car or a lift or some sort of transitional space (you see these crop up a lot in my fics — lifts, hallways in hotels, the backs of taxis). or if they’ve started off talking about one thing and you want them talking about this other thing by the end of the scene, write [THEY CONTINUE TALKING ABOUT LUNCH UNTIL IT GETS AWKWARD AND THEN THEY SOMEHOW END UP TALKING ABOUT OSCAR’S CHILDHOOD]. okay, so it got awkward. how did it get awkward? write that bit. what happens after it’s awkward? does lando double down or try to gloss over it? write that bit. how does oscar react to that? write that bit. etc.

in essence, don’t try to see the entire thing at once because you’ll paralyse yourself. give yourself a direction to aim in, and a place to start, and then just focus on the next bit until you get from A to B.

and if all else fails, find a nice pithy line to end the scene on, use an asterisk scene break and start again somewhere else 🤷

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG i really hope i didn’t bore the hell out of everyone afkjeskfjkldsj but yes THANK YOU AGAIN and i hope this is useful in some way!! you can do it i know ittttt

#writing advice #fic meta #answered

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 || 𝐉𝐚𝐲 (𝐎𝐤𝐣𝐚) 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✿ Synopsis:Jay prefers his job over reader. After she dumps him and breaks their engagement, all the events of Okja happen, and Jay finally values what he most loves in life.

✿ Warnings: Nop, it’s only angst and fluff

✿ A/N: I love Jay, we need more about him🥺 (maybe part 2 with Jay, reader and a little baby celebrating his birthday) CRINGE GRAMMAR upsi, I don’t do proofreads (I should?Yes, I will? No)

I can’t remember who wanted to be in a tag list, my next Danonation update is Myself part 3 with Klitz 🥺, so if anyone wants to be added, let me know in the comments

✿ Masterlist

✿maybe u should listen Dusk Till Dawn from Zayn and Sia. When I hear that song I think about Jay🦋

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There you were seating on the rooftop of the restaurant you had reserved; your boyfriend Jay was finally home, and you wanted to have a nice date with him.

But, he was late, as usual. You took a sip of your wine and sighed. Sometimes you questioned if he was devoted to your relationship, you knew he loved you, but.. he proposed to you a year and a half ago and, he always postponed the wedding.

“Hey…” getting you out of your thoughts, Jay is caressing your shoulder, softly smiling at you. You smile back and he leans to kiss your cheek.

“I’ve missed you” you confess, watching his perfect suit all tailored. His black hair all combed to the left, and his bright green eyes, you felt like a teenager in love.

“I’ve missed you too, sweetheart” finally you can order your food. It’s all nice, he smiles kindly at you when the waiter leaves your table.

“You look amazing” he praises you, making you all blush. Two weeks separated, was a lot for an engaged couple, but… unfortunately, it was normal for you.

“Thanks, love. I have a lot to tell you, work was so hard last week, the kids were amazing but it was so exhausting, I thought I sent you some pictures of the event…” your work as a kid’s art school director was brilliant, you were the youngest director of the school, maybe you lacked some experience, but it was worth it.

“I saw the pictures, it looked lovely. You’re the best, dear” there’s more, details of the end-of-year festival, your new decorations on your shared apartment, the visit of your parents, but… Jay seemed to be a little lost.

“What’s on your head, Jay? You’ve been very serious” you say, slightly nervous. The man looks at you, after letting the menu completely on the table again.

“Nothing, it’s just… some work stuff” his words sound vague, he doesn’t want to talk about it, but still, he sounds like he has something else to say.

“My parents came last week. They wanted to see you, I told them we could meet next month…” you look straight at your wine, evading your boyfriend’s eye. “They want to help us with the wedding, I told them we would talk about it”

“Yeah, we can set a date next month, so when we see them, we can start planning out,” he says, eating more of his plate, and you get confused.

“Jay, we discussed the date weeks ago… Are you postponing the wedding again?” the nervousness came back, some panic too.

“I know, it’s just… I might need to fly to Korea tomorrow, and the mission could last some days. This is gonna be the biggest thing the ALF has done, I can’t fail them” you knew how important his job was for him, you knew some of his work partners, but… he never told you anything about missions, it was like if he didn’t trust you enough to share about it.

“You’re leaving for Korea in less than 24 hours? And you decide to share it now, Jay?” you question, ignoring the fact that you raised your voice. Jay sighs, drinking some of his glass of water. “This is the third time we postpone the wedding. I… can’t do this anymore”

“Love, don’t say that… I’m just leaving a maximum of five days. Then I will be here for a long period, we will get married and have the honeymoon we talked about” it’s late, he doesn’t know it yet, but it’s too late. You won’t change your mind.

“It’s not only that!. What is marriage without trust, devotion, and confidence?… nothing.” even if you’re trying to hold it back, your voice cracks and some tears are on the verge of spilling. “ At this point, I don’t even know why we started dating. This is not love…”

“I thought you would understand it. We’ve been doing fine for five years, two years ago you were still in college and it wasn’t like this…” Jay was shocked, he never thought you would react this way, you’ve always been there to support him, all those nights waiting for him, greeting him like a lovely girlfriend.

“Yeah, two years ago you didn’t used to leave every four days, you would talk to me, you would care!” you didn’t want to continue with this conversation, you wanted to pretend it never happened, Jay would say he wasn’t leaving and you would get married in a couple of weeks, but the reality was different, and you didn’t want to interrupt his work, but you didn’t want to let him go again.

“I do care, I love you!“ some desperation filled his tone, and his panic raised when he saw you crying.

“You might love me, but you prefer your job. It’s fine, I love how dedicated you are, but, don’t expect me to sit here like a doll, waiting for you, when I don’t even know where you are, with who you are. Because you never tell me anything” some seconds of silence feel eternal for Jay, he’s sweating a little, and he’s feeling awkward. He wants to wipe your tears and tell you everything is gonna be fine, but it’s not fine.

“I can’t keep waiting for you. It’s not cool to be overthinking if you’re okay or if you’re alive. Because all the time, if I discover some of your missions, it’s because of the news. I guess you don’t have a purpose in life, nothing is holding you to value your own life” you hate goodbyes, and now you’re saying goodbye to your soulmate. “Then it’s clear that I’m not in your priorities. So you don’t love me at all, Jay. I’m sorry”

Tears can’t stop falling over your face. Your hands shake when you slide off the ring from your finger, and you feel your heart break into million pieces. Jay looks petrified, and you noticed that’s another problem, he’s very bad when it comes to emotions, he doesn’t know how to share his feelings, and he rarely said romantic things to you.

“I love you so much, and I hope you take care of yourself. Good luck, Jay” you say as you stand up and grab your bag. You put the ring on the table, then you lean to leave a short kiss on his cheek, and you leave. You indicate to the waiter you’ll pay at the entrance because there was no way you could have waited at the table with your now ex-fiancé.

Being in public helped because at that moment you couldn’t cry. But you knew what was waiting for you when you had to drive to your old apartment, not the one you used to share with him.

While Jay, was about to stand up and go after you, but he would end up ruining the super pig mission. This was his biggest effort since he joined the ALF, he couldn’t risk it, he prayed everything went right, so in a couple of days he would come back to you and talk, he loved you so much. You were the only person in his life that showed him kindness and love, you were his partner, and he wouldn’t leave you alone.

-

Of course, he didn’t come back to you, he must be taking that flight to Seoul, you thought. Even though you were devastated, your apartment felt warm, and many of your things were still in your apartment with Jay, but it didn’t stop you from sleeping there.

After showering and getting into some pajamas, you allowed yourself to eat some junk food, you stopped at the market before you arrived at your home. Some coconut cake and red velvet cupcakes would work as your console for your broken heart. It worked until you turned on the tv and Flipped was playing. You loved that movie, it was about the first love, it was a sweet and sane movie. When Bryce goes and plants a tree for Juli, you were crying so hard, burying your face into your pillow.

You preferred to believe that Jay cheated on you he could also have done that since you didn’t know a lot of his activities during his long periods of absence. But it was worse if he preferred his work over you because that meant you were… nothing. At least for him, all the love you put on everything, just for him, wasn’t enough. All the things you did for him, meant nothing.

It didn’t matter, he was a human. Just as you fell in love with him, you’ll have to forget him.

—

Some kids greeted you as you walked in the hallway of the school. The youngest were about four years old, while the oldest were around ten years old. You said hi or flattered their work, summer break was coming, and you wouldn’t see them for two months. But, you’ll have some free time, and with the money you were saving for your failed honeymoon, you’ll fly to Rome, or Spain, or the Caribbean, wherever you could have some fun and forget about your broken heart.

You hadn’t heard anything of Jay for six days, not that you were expecting him to call you or something, but you were a little afflicted for his safety. When you get to your office, one of the secretaries; Lily, who’s also your friend, calls you.

“What’s up?” you ask calmly, looking at her. She makes a gesture for you to go and walk to her desk. When you do, she’s watching the live news.

“Isn’t that your fiancé?” she questions, as you read “ALF sabotage Mirando’s company event”. You hope Lily is mistaking someone for Jay. But unfortunately, she’s right. Jay appears on the screen, he’s on the stage of the event, and there’s this giant animal and a little girl. He seems to be talking to the girl, then the footage changes to a lot of people running and causing big trouble. That must be the super pig o whatever he barely talked to you, you think.

“I don’t know. It’s a little blurry…” none of your friends knew Jay was part of the ALF, or that you weren’t engaged anymore. You preferred to lie.

You hear the reporter saying that there were some injured people, and that they were investigating the case, that some were arrested. “This is awful,” Lily says. And even after all, no one in the news was talking about the atrocities of Mirando. It seemed like the news was focusing on making the ALF look like they were some terrorists. Even though Jay never discussed his job with you, you were aware of the historical background of Mirando’s corporation.

“There’s going to be a massive traffic today” you say, trying to soothe the tension building up in your head. Lily says something, but you feel like you’re not in the room. You tell her you have to get some calls and after entering your office, you close the door and cover your mouth from crying.

Jay must have been arrested, or he’s injured, or maybe now he’s a fugitive. You walk to the big window, where a big tree is, the day is cloudy, and you can see the heart of the city from your window, where he must be. You cry in silence, fearing for him.

—

You looked at your reflection in the mirror of your vanity, you didn’t know what to do yet, it was Friday, and fall was about to start, so you put some makeup and a casual dress. Maybe you just wanted to go for a cold drink, and then visit the library.

There’s a knock on your door, and it might be the boots you ordered online. With your bare feet, you go and open the door.

A little gasp goes out after you see Jay at your door. He smiles a little, nervously. He’s wearing a jacket with a grey shirt, black jeans, and elegant shoes.

“Hi…” he says. There’s a bouquet in his hand, your favorites; pink lilies. “Uhm, this are for you”

“Thank you,” you say accepting the flowers. You don’t know what to say, you haven’t seen him in months. You knew he end up in jail. And you knew it hadn’t been much time since he was out.

“I’m sorry. You must’ve heard all that happened, and you were right. I didn’t have a priority in my life.” he says with his beautiful voice. You can see he hadn’t physically changed at all. “I put all my heart into my job, instead of you. After all, I’ve been through, I can tell that… you’re the thing I love the most in my life, and I don’t want to leave you alone ever again.”

“I want to marry you. I want to be a good husband for you, I want to make you happy. I know I can do it, I just need you to forgive me…” his pleading eyes are crystallized, and it surprises you. You hold tighter the bouquet, and you don’t know what to think or say.

“I’m begging you, please fall in love with me again.” his tone sounds pleading for forgiveness. Is it bad that you like that he had to suffer a little to discover what he really wanted? because you liked that he was feeling regretful. “Please love me again”

Don’t think about it so much, just do it.

“The thing is, I already do, Jay” you say before pushing him towards you with your free hand. Then you stand on tiptoes to kiss him, and he corresponds immediately, wrapping your waist. You can feel him smile on your lips, and you do the same.

“Oh, thank you, thank you so much. I love you” he’s rushing to give you a big hug. Stroking your hair and moving you just enough to make you feel it. “We have a lot to talk but… Do you want to go and get married?”

You smile, looking at him with a little smirk. “What about our family?”

“They don’t have to know. No one will know that we were already married” you don’t know what happened with the old Jay. Who would often meditate and think about consequences, maybe all the events of the last months changed him.

“Can we go to Barnes & Noble after that?“ Jay laughs at your petition, he nods leaning to leave a little kiss on your lips. “Okay, let me get my shoes and purse”

You could have said no, wait until you had a big talk, and decide what you wanted to do with your life and his. But, you preferred to hear all of that in your bed, at night. After a celebration in the library, then you could get food, have dinner, and so, he would tell you about everything, but you would be married already.

#danonation #paul dano x reader #jay okja #jay okja x reader #okja 2017 #paul dano #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #eli sunday x reader #klitz x reader #klitz the girl next door

[captainchewtoybaby]

Heart of Gold

Kurt Angle x reader

Summary : Kurt and reader were highschool sweethearts but years later after a bad break up they meet again. When they get put together in a story line, old memories start to come up. Will this storyline bring them back together or is their relationship doomed to fail?

Y/n Pov: 

Summer, 1996 

It was the summer of 1996. I had just enlisted myself into a wrestling school. I was excited of course since I've always found the spirit very interesting. I had found a job in a boutique that actually paid me pretty well. Everything was going great. But that was just the beginning for me. 

My boyfriend, Kurt, had done bigger things than me that summer. He was going to participate in the Olympics. It was a big deal for him, since he had been training  months for this.

Kurt and I had met in highschool. He was this shy, nice kid. The kind you would definitely bring home to your parents. We met during a school dance we both attended, well actually we were dragged to it by our friends. He saw me sitting alone at my table, came over and we started talking. I know it sounds like your typical teen movie moment but who cares, here we were six years later and still together.

Kurt had come by to visit me and my family, before he was off to Atlanta. It was after dinner when we decided to sit on the porch. 

"Are you just gonna stand or are you gonna join me." I said, sitting on the porch swing, looking at Kurt, standing there as if he was a statue.

"What about your dad?" Kurt asked. You see Kurt always was afraid that my dad would rip him apart if he saw me and Kurt touching or even sitting next to each other. I always told him my dad was just overreacting and sitting next to each other wouldn't make me pregnant. 

"For the love of god, Kurt, it's not like we're gonna have sex on this porch swing." I said. He looked at me and plopped down beside me.

 "On second thought, that would be hot." Kurt said and I slapped his arm. 

"So-" I said. "Tomorrow is the big day." 

Kurt sighed. "I'm having second thoughts about this." 

I looked at him. "You? Kurt Angle, the man who trained his whole life for this, the man who ran up a hill with someone on his back, the man who was too busy training to call me-" 

"Alright, no need to be an ass kisser here." 

"I'm not kissing your ass, I'm just saying what I saw." I said. "Kurt, you can't give up, you were too invested in this." I garabed his face and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I believe in you." 

"Ew cooties." He said in fake disgust. 

"Oh shut u-" before I could finish his lips were on mine.

"Thanks for believing in me." Kurt said and gave me a small kiss on my neck. 

"You know just a minute ago you were afraid to sit next to me and now here we are making out on this thing." I said. 

"Shhh, you're ruining the moment." He said as he kept kissing my neck. He worked his way up to my chin and then my cheek until he reached my lips. He then suddenly stopped.

"Oh shit, I have to go." He said and stood up. I walked with him to the stairs. As he was about to leave  he turned around and gave me one last kiss. 

"Make me proud." I said. 

"I will." Kurt said and kissed me one more time. He then walked to his car. And that would be the last time I saw Kurt Angle.

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March, 2000

The WWF. Listen, This was the number one company I wanted to work for, since I started wrestling. Sure the other two companies were interesting too but wwf was the game in town. So when a great friend of mine said that i should try it out, i went and now here i was sitting backstage of Smackdown. I've only been with this company for a year, so I was still trying to work my way to the top. 

I was currently in a storyline in this sort of friendship storyline with Molly Holly. The whole thing was centered around Crash Holly thinking I would betray Molly someday and that she trusted me too much. The story itself was fun but I felt that I could do much better than this one.

"Man it's hotter than a bitch."  I heard a voice behind me. It was Lita, who sat down next to me with a plate full of cookies. 

"The weather man said we could expect hotter than this."  I said. 

"You watch the weather, lame." She said and took a bite out of a cookie.

"No, it's not lame, it's educational." 

"Oh really? How?" 

"You learn about the weather." 

"Listen, the sun shines everyday, even I can tell you what the weather is gonna be like." Lita said and stuffed another cookie in her mouth. Just then Trish Stratus sat down in front of us, holding two ropes. 

"What do I wear tonight, this or this?" Trish said, holding up a red and yellow rope. Besides Molly, Trish and Lita were the two girls I became very close with. One my first day they were the first two people to talk to me and show me around. Ever since then we just clicked.

"They both look terrible." Lita said.

I hit Lita on her arm. "What happened to the black one?" I asked. 

"It's in my bag but I wanted to try something different, ya know, a lighter color." 

"Just stick to the black one." Lita said. I rolled my eyes.

"Listen, these ropes are pretty, okay the yellow one looks uhm- 

"Like shit." Lita said.

"No, it looks fine and the red one looks-" 

Okay I had to admit they were terrible looking ropes but I just didn't want to tell Trish that since she was a bit too happy to show them to us. 

"Admit it, they look horrible." Trish said

"Alright you got me." 

"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have trusted the new tailor Matt sent me too ." Trish said.

"Matt Hardy?" I asked.

Lita almost choked on her cookie. "Matt? Trish, there are reasons why he and Jeff wrestle in jeans." She said. "And never take advice from Matt or Jeff, you'll end up in an even shittier situation." 

I snickered. "Listen guys, I gotta go and get ready before Molly kills me." I said. The girls waved goodbye to me and I walked out of catering. On my way to.the dressing room I noticed someone walking the opposite direction. I said someone because I knew who it was. It was the one person I was trying to avoid since the first year I came here. The one and only, Mr. Gold medalist himself, Kurt Angle. 

It had been four years since we drifted apart. Why? Heck i didn't even know why either because right after he won that medal things went downhill for us and one day he just disappeared out of my life.I was hurt. Deeply too. But I kept my chin up and worked on myself a bit more. 

As we passed each other I looked in his direction and he looked in mine. And for a split second it felt as if we were strangers. No hello. No waves. Nothing, we just passed each other like it was nothing. 

Part of me wanted to walk over to him and slap him but I always said to myself: "y/n, just let it go." 

Besides, I was here to make my career, not get back with the man who dumped me. As I passed him, I let out a sigh. I just hoped to never ever pass him again. 

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@aritamargarita @diesels-jacknife @rainchyna

A/n: enjoy yall

#kurt angle #kurt angle x reader #wwf

[cambria-writes]

So a lot of things have happened right

Tl;dr I have a few undiagnosed chronic issues that I’ve been trying to resolve with my GP for a few years. It’s been a medical investigation basically. Going over shit that’s been dismissed before it looked over to try and—well whatever, my point is that it’s a lot.

One of my biggest problems is chronic fatigue. I think I’m so close to getting a diagnosis and proper treatment. But in the meanwhile, the least bit of stress will set off a whole immune response. As you can imagine, this is not conducive to working 20-30 hours a week!

And while my boss seemed to have understood this last year when he offered me a work from home position, he clearly has not understood that I am chronically ill and that my therapist is actually not too fond of me working at all, let alone working for him.

And yesterday this. This—this idiot decides it’s appropriate to demand I work, physically, in office, four days a week. Which is at best 1h30 away from home by public transit, or a $100 round trip with an Uber. I do not drive.

(This previously was less problematic given that my father, who works with me, would pick me up and drop me off the days I did go in. But he is currently on extended medical leave to recover from surgery (nothing major, a partial knee replacement, and he’s doing very well!) and therefore I do not have an accessible way to get to work.)

So I’m waiting to talk with a doctor today to get rules as unfit for work—which, at the moment, I very much am. This is something that can be revisited in a year if needed, once I hopefully get a dx and treatment.

And then tomorrow—“Hope to see you on Monday”, ya sure will bud—I am going to hand in my resignation and go out for jobs with a friend, which another friend has offered to pay for. So.

Another tl;dr my boss is an ableist asshole, im quitting, and hopefully I can stop being a chronically tired bitch soon but mostly I’m hoping to be able to finish all the god damn fics I have lmao

Love u guys 🥺

#author’s note #chronic illness #IM QUITTING!!! #and everyone so far supports me in this

[ragnarachael]

Out For Revenge: The Revengers Headlining Tour — Chapter Two

Paring: Guitarist!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 8,585

Summary: Ever since that first gig at the pub, you’ve been following The Revengers—as well as getting closer with Loki, of course—and they’ve gotten big. Big enough to where they’ve landed a small recording deal and secured a headlining tour after their first album takes the rock scene by storm.

When Loki drops in at your job, as he does almost every day now, he invites you to the celebratory party for the big news. That same night, you and Loki further your growing relationship.

Warnings: i will be honest there may be a little bit of angst. it’s not that angsty, but it’s loki being realistic and ur wanting to smack him upside the head. mentions of alcohol, body shots, reader may be a Little Too Bisexual in this (sorry if that’s not ur cup)

Notes: i wrote the last of this fic delirious at 7 am after 6 hours of sleep, listening to the rocketman soundtrack. if this fic doesn’t bang, then i’ll die it’s fine this is fine. hope u all love it!!!

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Better clothes for you was simply changing out of your work uniform and into mostly what you wear around the apartment—a pair of leggings (they have pockets, you can never go wrong with wearing these ever), a slightly form fitting shirt before tossing a hoodie on over it.

You would dwell on how you look in front of Loki, but considering he said to dress comfortably and your long day at work, you’re not giving any fucks. You give yourself one last look over before leaving your place with your phone and wallet in your hoodie’s pocket, keys in hand.

You pull your phone from your pocket once you’re behind the wheel of your car again, seeing another text from Loki.

You don’t work tomorrow, do you? I don’t want you to feel pressured to coming tonight :(

You cooed, leaning back in your seat while your heart slammed a little harder in your chest.

No! Tomorrow’s a rare day off it’s okay!! I’m heading your way now, be there soon.

Turn that frown upside down, rockstar you don’t look as pretty when you pout.

Part of you definitely debated on not sending that second text just as you hit send—Loki looked pretty doing anything with his facial expressions. Hell, Loki could make anything look pretty, as long it was his face and body involved. You almost took your words back, but once you started to watch those three little bubbles float onto your screen to indicate that Loki was texting back, you just went to quickly tap on the address he sent you earlier. Google Maps was just as fast to start replacing your texts seamlessly as it showed you the address on the screen. You hit the small start button once you were buckled up and had your phone on it’s small vent mount.

Traffic wasn’t as bad as it usually was as you followed the directions your phone told you to take, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it all seemed familiar. Most of these turns felt like muscle memory, and your brain was slowly placing pieces together.

It was like you were heading to Helen’s complex.

You snorted and shook your head at your thoughts, carefully taking a right turn before stopping at a red light. There’s no way Brunn could share a complex with Helen, is there? You would have ran into her way before this.

Turns out, no, you wouldn’t have. You haven’t. Because before you’re even told you’ve reached your destination from Google Maps, you’re taking a back road to lead into the parking lot of Helen, and apparently Brunn’s, apartment complex.

You can’t help but laugh a little out of shock as you ignore the voice from the app telling you to get back on course before it tells you it’s rerouting. Brunn and Helen. In the same complex. And you haven’t even met her until The Revengers stumbled into your job to eat.

What a small fucking world.

Once you’re parked in a visitor’s spot different than your usual one you pick out when you’re visiting Helen, you’re pulling your phone from your little mount, ending the Google Maps navigation interface and checking your messages. Loki’s sent you two more texts, one a few shocked emojis, and an actual reply of: “I’m always pretty, you’re LYING”

You chuckle at your screen, quickly sending an emoji with it’s tongue sticking out before replying with I’m here! Be up soon and promptly locking your phone again, carefully shifting in your seat to slide it into your leggings pocket. At the moment, you didn’t care to see the other notifications that were probably building up before you’re checking that you’ve gotten all of your things from your car you may need in your hands or hoodie’s pocket and exit your car. You lock it promptly before you’re making the trek into the building.

Brunn is, even more ironically, a floor below Helen. Helen was on the fourth floor, and Brunn was on the third. Less of a pain having to walk up the stairs, but still a pain nonetheless.

As you walked down the hall, quietly muttering Brunn’s room number under your breath, you played with your keys while following the slight loud muffled noise of music.

It’s now that Helen’s complaint from months ago hits you: Brunn was the one below her that threw some massive new year party and didn’t get in trouble for the noise complaints. That makes you laugh softly, the music growing louder progressively before you’re situated right in front of Brunn’s door. 

“Helen’s gonna get a kick out of this when I tell her,” you mutter to yourself before shoving your keys into your hoodie pocket with your other things and knocking as hard as you can physically handle on the door so someone could hear it over the music. It didn’t take as long as you thought it would for the door to open once you stopped banging on it, and you didn’t realize how thankful you’d be for that.

You’re even more thankful for who’s actually opening the door. 

It’s Brunn—which, you don’t know why you didn’t expect her to answer. It was her own apartment. You smile at her probably tipsy state as she places your face just outside her door. She says your name gently, almost like you’re not even there.

“Yeah,” you reply casually, waving with the hand that was knocking on the door. “Hi.”

“You’re….you came?”

You scrunched your face up in confusion. “Yeah? Loki invited me today when he came by—“

“Oh! Oh great!” Brunn cuts you off with a look of sheer excitement. “Come on in! I just didn’t expect to see you tonight!”

You scoffed dramatically, stepping past Brunn and the door, the song changing from the thumping bass to something a bit lighter. Maybe Helen will have a good night’s rest once she’s back from closing.

“I probably would have found my way here without Loki’s help thanks to that last song,” you joke. “I wanted to come and congratulate you all on the news anyway, may as well do it here, y’know?”

Brunn, who you’ve never seen actually get bashful or sheepish actually blushes and giggles. You chalk it up to her being intoxicated before she’s pulling you into a hug once she’s shut and locked her front door behind you. You let out a small laugh yourself and hug her back just as tight.

“Thank you. Really.”

“You’re welcome. Though, not sure why you’re thanking me,” you reply gently, resting your chin on her bare shoulder, just missing her tank top strap. “You picked me up along the way with your talent, just like everyone else.”

“I know, but—“

“Brunn!” 

The two of you nearly flinch away from each other’s embrace due to the random voice calling her name. Brunn’s suddenly all but dragged off to a different direction by the person that was calling her out, giving you a wave. You made a little mental note to maybe try and find her later at this party, or maybe just ask her about tonight some other day.

Brunn’s apartment isn’t too packed, but as you looked around at all the people, it definitely was near capacity. It was comfortably full, but, remembering Loki’s text, you’re worried what may come later in the night. You elect that maybe it’s better to just not think about it, carefully maneuvering around people to try and find the kitchen for a drink of some kind that’s non-alcoholic. You’re not feeling up to that tonight.

Once you made it to what seemed like the middle of the apartment, you find the little breakfast bar cut out to the kitchen, and you feel washed with a huge wave of relief.

And just as you start walking towards the kitchen you ironically lock eyes with the very reason you’re here tonight, Loki.

It’s fairly obvious he was doing a sweep, looking for someone—more than likely you, which has your stomach in all kinds of knots for good and anxiety ridden reasons—and just so happened to fall right on the person he’d been searching for.

You’re smiling, if not grinning at the eye contact as you stop mid-step to the kitchen. It’s almost like one of those movie moments, where it’s like…a slow-mo montage. With a slow jam playing over it. And then the record scratches, of course, when someone stumbling out of the kitchen asks you kindly to move and you press yourself up against the edge of the wall that makes a small hall to lead into the kitchen.

Loki looks like he gives a small laugh before he turns to talk with his friend he’s been standing with, his head jutting your direction. You take this as your own cue to start heading into the kitchen, but still keeping an eye on Loki.

He needs to stop dressing so god damn well. He’s got his fucking leather jacket on over some skin tight shirt and his usual black jeans. How he makes something so simple look so good, you never seem to understand. You watch as he passes off his solo cup to his friend, still talking with them as he starts to shrug off his jacket.

It feels like something you shouldn’t be watching. The second you see bare skin past the black hem of the shirt is when you learn that it’s fucking worse than a tight fitting shirt. It’s a fucking tank top, and now his entire bare arms are on display for you and everyone else in this party to see.

If Loki turned around right now and saw you staring at his forearms, you may just die. But it would be worth it.

His friend nods his head back your way as he takes Loki’s jacket for him in exchange for his cup back as they seem to exchange final words. You stand from your position against the wall to prepare yourself to see him up close and personal.

Right as Loki turns around however, he’s speaking over his shoulder before he’s stumbling slightly as if he’s tripped on something.

You and his friend cackle in unison, across the room, all at the same guitarist. Loki whips around probably to chastise his friend for laughing at him, and that’s when you decide to properly end up in the kitchen. Loki would come when he’s done chewing his friend out and ready to properly talk with you, now that he knows you’re here.

Brunn’s kitchen is slightly bigger than your own, and you can’t help but be a bit jealous when you walk in. There’s a cliché sight of a couple that’s making out on the counter currently before they’re hearing you open the fridge as if you’ve existed in this apartment longer than they have, easily finding a 12 pack of Sprites in her fridge. Thankfully, if not mercifully, they evacuate the kitchen quickly after you finished rummaging around in the fridge to leave you be and possibly go take their session somewhere else. You give a small sigh of relief, and place your cold Sprite can down to go hunting around for grenadine near the alcohol.

You find half a bottle of grenadine near a bigger bottle of lime juice and other mixers before carefully reaching around the glass bottles of alcohol on the counter to grab a solo cup for yourself.

With all your drink ingredients, you set out to make the easiest non-alcoholic drink imaginable in Brunn’s kitchen: a Shirley Temple.

It’s a weird moment of loneliness you feel, cracking open your can and pouring your Sprite into the cup. You’re the only one in this kitchen for the time being and the music sounds as if it’s dully thumping outside of the room. Almost like you’re in the bathroom, trying to cool down in a club, but that’s just the atmosphere of Brunn’s apartment right now.

Weirdly enough, you enjoy it almost as much as Queen’s Pub on Saturdays. Once your Sprite can runs empty into your cup, you’re opening the grenadine. As you start to pour the grenadine, your mind pulls back to Loki from earlier. The way he shucked off his jacket. How he turned before tripping—

“Easy on the grenadine,” Loki says as he walks in, breaking the soft pouring noises into your cup. You almost do as he says, shocked how the man spooked you so easily, only stopping the grenadine just a few seconds after he speaks to you. “Brunn may beat you for using a bunch of that. Her Sunrises are her lifeline.”

You snort, putting the cap on the grenadine bottle. “I like my Shirley Temples with a little too much sweetness, sue me.”

Loki continues walking towards you, finally moving to rest against the counter with his cup in hand. The look on his face is fond, taking in your appearance. “She just might.”

“Oh no,” you reply, deadpan. “Not Brunn suing me over some cherry syrup I could buy her more of. However will I go on?”

There’s a beat between you and Loki as you both finally make eye contact with each other. It’s not too long before you’re both giggling between each other, and you’re putting the grenadine bottle back where you’d found it as well as grabbing a green plastic straw so you can stir your drink around to not get straight syrup.

“So,” Loki starts, coming down from your shared giggle fit after taking a sip from his newly empty cup, “a Shirley Temple? You’re not drinking tonight?”

You shake your head, sipping your drink and very pleased with the results. “Nah, got to drive myself home, and I don’t really feel up to it tonight anyways. Even if it was a long day at work.”

Loki nods in understanding, pushing from the counter and placing his cup down as he carries his conversation with you to the fridge. “I get that.”

“What’re you drinking?” you ask, raising a brow and trying not to look at his ass in his tight jeans while he bends over to dig around in Brunn’s fridge. “One of those cocktails from a can?”

“Nope,” Loki chirps from the cold interior of Brunn’s fridge, pulling out finally after a moment with a green can. “Been indulging with Ginger Ale tonight.”

You scrunch your face up. “Ginger Ale?”

“Yeah,” Loki responds, easily cracking open the can to pour it into the cup just as you did with your Sprite. “What of it? You look disgusted.”

“Because I am.”

“For why? It’s basically your Sprite with some Coke splashed in.”

“That’s why,” you huff in reply, trying not to laugh again at how defensive Loki is currently over Ginger Ale as you sip at your drink. “As someone who does that frequently, I’d rather gag.”

Loki makes a small clicking noise with his tongue as he finishes off the last of the soda that’s in his can before his solo cup overflows, shaking his head almost as if he disapproves of your words.

“Your words cut deep, sweetheart,” Loki quips leaning against the counter, a little closer to you than before. “Anyway, how was the ride over? Didn’t get lost, did you?”

You snort, shaking your head as you begin to mirror Loki by leaning against the counter, too. “No. Actually, I already knew how to get here.” 

“Oh?” Loki raises a brow in curiosity. “Really?”

“Yeah, Helen lives in this complex too, ironically enough.” You go in for another sip, watching Loki’s eyes widen in realization.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope,” you pop the “p”, trying not to laugh at how cliché you sound. “I wish I was. Helen was pissed about that New Years party, by the way.”

Loki finds himself chuckling a bit. “Yeah, that one was a little too crazy, even for myself. I hope she’ll never figure out it was Brunn, she may have both our asses then.”

“She’s over it now, but if tonight gets loud, she may just murder all of us.”

“Does she know you’re here?” Loki questions, a small glint in his eye. “Like, here in the complex.”

“Uh,” you start, free hand finding your straw you’re toying with as you swirl your drink. “No. Unless she sees my car when she gets off shift. I did tell her I was coming to the party though.”

Loki nods and brings his cup up for a drink. You pull your eyes away from Loki as he takes his sip, you fear you may actually do more than just stare at the way he swallows, the tank top leaves too much of his neck exposed for your liking.

“She was the one who told me about your note, actually. She found me mid-rush to tell me,” you ramble out, taking interest in the pleasing sizzle your drink gives as you stamp the cup down against the countertop you’re both leaning on. Loki goes on to let out an interested hum.

“Did she—“

“She didn’t read, it, no,” you carry on immediately, laughing out of the sudden rise of nerves you’re starting to feel. “At least, I don’t think? She does know I’m the only one in the waitstaff that has a green pen. She said she saw that.”

Loki chuckles at that, smiling as he shakes his head. “I don’t really give a damn if she read it or not, as long as it got to you, that’s all I cared about.”

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks at Loki’s words in that damn tone he’s speaking in, as well as his smile and nod back, your smile hopefully just as cute as his.

“How was work after I left, though? It looked like hell just sitting there,” Loki quipped, the two of you chuckling a little.

“It was hell, you’re right.” You bring your cup up to take a sip through your straw, and Loki’s almost quick to make you choke.

“Did you miss me after I left, then?”

He’s fucking cheeky looking as he says it, and it makes you want to kiss the little smirk off his damn face—which is a thought that equally excites you and terrifies you all at once. After you take a moment to swallow and breathe from your sudden inhale, as well as your thoughts directed at kissing him and Loki just being Loki before choking on Sprite and grenadine, you clear your throat.

“Absolutely not—“

“Make way, love birds!” Some random guy shouts as he storms into the kitchen with purpose. Unfortunately, you and Loki are somewhat close to where the man needs to have access to, and thus his sudden shouting makes Loki wrap an arm around your waist protectively before guiding you a bit further down the line of the counters as the two of you are just floundering for a proper reply.

Loki doesn’t have a fair judgement of just how out of counter space the two of you are until you squeak when your lower back presses into the corner of the counter near the stove, crowded in by Loki’s tall frame. 

It’s now you feel so little in Loki’s arm, your drink still a safe distance away to where you can sip at the straw still, but Loki’s whole chest is just as far away, if not closer. You can faintly smell the cologne he’s wearing as he replies to the man rooting around the fridge for something he’s not finding, your eyes unable to stay away from how his neck is straining as he glares at him over his shoulder.

You’re focusing enough on Loki’s chest to watch the rise and fall of it as he speaks, and even make out the faintest outline of his pecs, maybe an ab or two. This leads your mind to that deep, dark little crevice of your brain from the one time you’d had a far too sexual dream about him. You wished you didn’t have your mind fly that deep and so fast into the gutter that was your damned attraction to Loki—who’s still trying to coach this probably drunk man in the kitchen to get a fucking drink and get out.

You only realize you’re moving out of the kitchen when Loki’s calloused fingers dig into your hoodie, his huff fully pulling you from your train of thoughts. You’re shocked you’re not stumbling along like a rag doll as you’re trying to piece together where you and Loki are even going. 

“Are you alright?” Loki speaks suddenly, gently tugging you around a corner to another main hallway before stationing the two of you against the wall next to an antique hall table. You can’t help the air that huffs out of you when your back connects with the wall, Loki’s arm resting next to your head, just above your shoulder.

“Uh, y-yeah, fine.”

“I’m sorry for cornering you like that,” he sighs, head bowing down to look at you somewhat properly. “I’d rather not deal with some drunkard that I don’t know through Brunn.”

“Yeah, no, totally get it.” You’re shocked you’re even speaking right now, with how Loki’s still towering over you, eyes locked on your own as the both of you calm your breathing from the sudden movement from the kitchen to here, in the hall.

Loki nods, breathing out a soft okay before he’s realizing just how close he is to you and backing off slightly, almost awkwardly before he’s clearing his throat, both hands moving to cup at his solo cup before speaking aloud.

“So. How is Helen doing?”

You should have seen that coming. As well as the other awkward conversation topics to follow. The two of you always have a flowing conversation at Queen’s Pub, but that may just be because Loki’s in his element and you have billions of questions about everything.

However, as the two of you converse about anything painfully, personally cringing at yourself internally every second as you ramble on about Helen, or your newest random hobby you’re trying to pick up to avoid the burnout of working in the restaurant industry, you realize that you’d kill to be at Queen’s Pub. You’d rather Loki rambling about the lighting rigs Brian taught him how to install with Roger. Have one of Brian’s fruity concoctions in hand. Hear all of the cool experiences he and the band have had up to this point—not have to dig up more and more horrifically painful topics to bore him with.

Yeah, you realize, you’ve got nothing to talk about.

“But, uh, yeah,” you stutter slightly, looking down into your cup to mix around your ice that’s melded with the now flat soda and grenadine. “How, um, how was your day?”

Loki seemed like he was hanging on to every word you were saying, though. Kindly enough. “My day? It was. Well..”

You can’t help but laugh lightly at the stress of how awkward this talking period is currently, and Loki seemed to agree and joined you with a light chuckle.

“Sorry. It was good. After seeing you I just cleaned. Watched a few shows.” Loki stops and leans over to place his newly empty cup on the hall table you’re close to before laughing and speaking again. “Christ I promise I’m more entertaining than I lead on—“

“Oh, do tell,” you tease gently, looking up from your cup with a small smirk.

And luckily, Loki does. It gets easier through the night. Any questions either of you had about what you spoke about actually started to properly stem into actual conversations about what the two of you do outside of how you met each other. You tell Loki about your successful hobbies, he tells you all about his part-time job that he’s still got under his belt in case this tour falls out and TR ends up not being too big of a hit as you all expect them to be—and suddenly, it’s like any awkwardness vanished. All from a little quip and a smirk.

It’s good. Not to say that it wasn’t good before. But the conversation still flows unlike earlier when the two of you had a bit of a lull in picking a topic. 

Now, you’re here, drunk on Loki as he finishes telling you a story about how he, Thor, and his sister tried to put on a play for his family when they were kids. You never want to leave his sight, or this party, just to pull more stories like this from him.

“There is no way your sister got you both into dresses that easy,” you giggle into your hand, placing your finally empty cup on the hallway table the two of you were still stationed next to. Loki’s made himself comfortable again after all of the awkwardness now, arm back next to your head and over your shoulder as you lean comfortably against the wall. Part of you wants to rest your head on his wrist and forearm, just to see if his bare arm would flex any more than it has in the past however long you’ve been standing here—

“She did! She absolutely did. I’ll ask her to text me the pictures or take them myself next time I’m at my parents and send them to you. Red is my true color, I think.”

You squint playfully up at the man before you, a fond smile creeping onto your face. “Nah. Green suits you. Green and black.”

“Really?” Loki hums in question. “Is this from my nail polish choices or the fact that you’ve never seen me in any other colors?”

You gasp at that, a hand pressing over the middle of your chest from Loki’s words—he may be right, but you’re having too much fun being just as dramatic as him. 

“Excuse you, Mr. Odinson.”

“Excuse me? For what?” Loki asks fondly, arm shifting next to your head slightly before you finally break away from your thoughts that were holding you back to rest your head against his forearm.

You were right, his arm did flex at that. And you’re glad you’re holding your sudden reaction back from how you can see his arm slightly bulging to support your weight.

“I’ve seen you in other colors,” you sigh gently, as if you’re not affected by resting your head on his arm. “There’s so many different shades of green and black. They’re just not called green and black.”

“Oh my god,” Loki groans dramatically, rolling his eyes playfully. “I should let your head fall right now.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Your bright, teasing eyes meet Loki’s who’s equally just as teasing as he smirks at you. 

“Try me.”

You squint your eyes slightly, still holding his gaze as Loki gives you a soft chuckle. You’re expecting him to say something again since he’s still staring into your eyes. But, as you move your head from his arm to stop your neck from cramping, you realize you’re basically having a small staring contest.

And your heart is already going into overtime, ramming into your chest every few seconds as you notice just how close you are to Loki. You’ve been close to him like this all night, and now you’re really feeling the aftereffects of the proximity.

Loki’s inched a bit closer to your face at this point, his hand shifting to have his forearm lean against the wall now to support his body weight. You hear him take a deep, shaky breath before his breath is fanning over your face.

“Can…can I try something?”

“Y-Yeah,” you breathe quietly in reply. “Go for it.”

If anything, your heart is speeding up even further. You’re not sure that’s entirely possible, but you’re not asking any questions as you watch Loki lean in closer and closer to you.

You’re about to have your first proper kiss with Loki Odinson. That on the rise rockstar you met months ago at your waitressing job. And you couldn’t be more excited for it. Part of you is suddenly curious if you’ll actually be a good kisser. There’s not much experience you’ve had in that regard, and you’re hoping Loki won’t mind it.

And if any of your nerves are showing, Loki doesn’t seem to notice it as he leans in the rest of the way, head tilting to the side to let his face slot into your own personally and press his lips to your own.

After a few seconds, you were confused when Loki just pulled away almost immediately after leaning his lips on yours. His lips were on yours for a small, small amount of time.You didn’t even have enough time to get your eyes closed properly.

It was more so of a peck, you realize.

Loki seemed shocked with his own actions, and scanned your face to see if what he’d done was okay. You didn’t really let him say anything to you in response and pulled him back in to slot your lips together once more.

You didn’t want to admit it aloud, but you had no idea what to do after this. You’ve never kissed anyone properly, ever. So you wouldn’t know jack shit what to do. Thankfully, Loki’s large hands ended up landing on either side of your face to start kissing you in what you assumed was the correct way, lips moving and somewhat guiding your own as he gripped your face gently as if it were a piece of glass.

You admittedly got lost in the kiss, not getting enough of Loki’s lips slotting against yours. You shuffled as close to him as you physically could, hands resting on his chest and gripping at the fabric of his tank top. And you could just about faint as you felt his small chuckle against your lips as he turned his head to deepen the kiss.

It felt just like it looked in some romantic movie you’ve seen—soft, loving, and all-consuming. Which, you didn’t expect out of a first kiss, but were you complaining?

Absolutely not.

The only time you did complain was having to pull away, softly gasping for air just as Loki did, hands still pressed into your now warm cheeks.

Your eyes—you don’t really recall when you closed them like you thought you would, honestly, you were probably that taken up in the kiss—are staring right into Loki’s blue ones again. You’re both panting lightly, and when you start giggling from all the butterflies in your tummy just erupting, Loki starts giggling with you, too.

“Is there something wrong?” Loki asked gently, his giggles fading a lot faster than your own, “besides, well, the obvious, y’know..”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before finally speaking.

“‘S nothing,” you say, shaking your head slightly as you let go of Loki’s tank to slide your hands down his abdomen slowly and rest on his sides. “It’s just...that was my first kiss.”

It’s that response that makes Loki freeze, and you’re suddenly filled with dread. You don’t know what the reply is for most people when they say that, and frankly, if this was about to be a whole joke to make fun of you, you’re prepared to walk back out to your car and go home to cry in a pint of edible cookie dough.

You watch Loki’s tongue flick out to run over his lips—lips that just willingly pressed against yours—quickly, swallowing before speaking.

“Really?”

“Yes,” you finally breathe with a nod, “really.”

It’s painful, waiting for Loki’s reply. Your brain is conjuring so many what if scenarios that you’re not all ready for what he could actually say.

“Well,” he finally breathes, his hands starting to pull away from your cheeks to find a spot on your waist. “If you don’t mind, my kiss quota for the evening is, unfortunately, needing to be filled—”

You’re back to giggling again, your dread moving far away just as fast as it came, the two of you leaning forwards before your foreheads gently bump together. The tip of Loki’s nose nudges against your own as he speaks, lips brushing yours.

“—care to help fix that?”

“Absolutely,” you mutter back happily before closing your eyes and reconnecting your lips.

After that, you and Loki really just spent the rest of your night chatting, or kissing. You’re both very giggly. You’re extremely happy to say it’s not from the alcohol either as the two of you navigate around the steady group of people in the living room to get back to the kitchen after a few more kisses and conversations shared to get refills.

You never really recall finding a party this enjoyable until Loki came into the mix. Honestly, you’d like to keep it that way for as long as the universe allows you to have it.

It’s around midnight when you finally move to tap out of the event. Brunn still has the party going steadily, you think you even heard someone shout for a round of body shots—to which you and Loki happily declined in favor for more hushed conversation and kisses near the hall table to be hidden from all the drunk, hazy eyes.

“I’ll walk you out,” Loki says immediately, stacking your newly empty cup with your own before you’re being guided by a hand on your lower back to the kitchen. “Just gotta grab my jacket.”

All you can do is smile and nod. You haven’t had the need to take off your hoodie, weirdly enough. At some point you thought you may need to—that’s the whole reason why you wore a shirt under it, after all, as well as the leggings with pockets on the sides so you could hold the important little things inside the hoodie pocket—but the most you’ve done is pull the sleeves up to your elbows.

Loki leaves you once you’re both about to pass the kitchen, so you take it upon yourself to head to the door while he tosses your cups out. As you head that way, you’re sure to dodge all the people crowding around Brunn as she does a body shot off of another woman. There’s…a lot of cheering happening, and it makes you worry for Helen who has the opening shift tomorrow.

But you also can’t help yourself by watching how Brunn licks up the salt on the other girl’s skin.

You’re quick to distract yourself back to the task at hand: Loki’s jacket. Pulling yourself from the crowd where you could see Brunn finish taking the shot, you find what looks like Loki’s jacket in a heap with the rest of the jackets various people have brought in.

Just as you get closer to the jacket pile, you feel a hand land back on your lower back and flinch immediately. You turn around, preparing to chew whoever the fuck it is out, but end up seeing Loki’s face, which is just as startled.

“Sorry!” He shouts over the sudden burst of cheers from the middle of the living room. “Should have warned you, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” you sass back, leaning back into his touch as you both reach the jackets. “Top one yours?”

“Should be.” Loki reaches around you—your eyes fall to his arms, of course, you’re suspecting that may be some sort of kink if that’s even possible—and feels the jacket before nodding. “Yeah, it’s mine.”

“How can you tell it’s yours by feeling it?” You question suddenly, hopefully your amusement being heard over the hum of people. 

“No one else here has a real leather jacket,” Loki laughs in reply, following you as you turn to open the door and lead the two of you out into the thankfully quiet hallway. “At least, I think most of those people in there have common sense not to wear one to a party of Brunn’s.”

The both of you turn into the direction of the stairwell as you snort. “So you’re saying you don’t have common sense then?”

“Well, not tonight no,” Loki decides aloud. “I was trying to impress a certain someone.”

You could feel your face heating up from his confession, noticing his hand was off of your lower back so he could pull his jacket back on. You feel a small pang of sadness, no longer being allowed access to ogling Loki’s well toned arms from who recalls how long of lifting amps for gigs.

“Oh, really?” You’re trying to be coy, but all you’ve done tonight is kiss him and be held by him and honestly, you really should just be bold. Guys like that, don’t they?

Loki glances at you as you make it to the stairwell door at the end of the hall, you can make out his little smirk and swear you see a wink. “Yeah, really.”

It’s at that point you realize you don’t really want to go back to your apartment and lose Loki’s company for the night. You’re not quite sure what the two of you really…are. After finally kissing, you’re not quite sure what happens at this point. Are you casual? Is it considered a relationship now?

Towards the end of your descent back to the parking lot with him, you realize you’d be down for just about anything he offers, if Loki does offer anything. The conversations you share are just as fun as they were in the party, your hand is intertwined tightly with his as you take one step at a time to make the night last longer.

You’re sure it’ll be about one in the morning by the time you’re in your car to drive away, and you don’t really give a damn.

“Helen is going to text me later in the morning and complain about the noise, I bet,” you say as Loki opens the door for you to head out into the cool morning. You notice as you carefully step outside, pulling Loki with you, that the moon’s out and extremely bright. If there wasn’t lamps and light pollution being a thing, you may just be blinded.

“I don’t doubt it in the slightest, if I’m honest,” he replies, hand briefly tightening around yours. “She can’t murder who she doesn’t know, can she?”

“That might just be a super power of hers,” you joke, now officially taking the lead as you follow the sidewalks that lead you to where your car is. “She can be evil when she wants.”

Loki chuckles, and you can see him shaking his head out of the corner of your eye before you’re turning to walk backwards, slowing down your steps so you don’t trip. Loki’s quick to catch on and his free hand lands on your waist so he can guide you.

“Careful, sweetheart.”

You pout, even though all you want to do is squeal over how Loki sounds so taken by you in this moment. He’s been speaking like this all night, with that same fond look in his eye. You never want to leave his sight if that’s how he’ll be looking at you.

“I am! I’ve done this drunk, I can do it sober.”

“Would love to see that,” Loki snorts, fingertips digging into the fabric of your hoodie. “Same car still?”

“Duh,” you huff.

Loki doesn’t reply or say anything, and neither do you. Your eyes alternate from your feet to Loki, and that makes you both giggle.

“You’ll text me when you get home, yeah?” Loki asks suddenly, his hands tugging you closer to him probably to make you stop walking. “Or, you could call me—“

“Loki!” You cut him off immediately, letting yourself get pulled in all the way to where you’re face to face with his chest again. “Chill. I’ll text you, okay? I’m sleepy.”

“Could call me on your way home? So you don’t fall asleep?” Loki’s voice is bordering on pouty, soft around the edges but could definitely end up whining if necessary. You tilt your head up to actually see his face that’s illuminated by the street lamps, a small pout on his lips. 

You giggle and stretch up to press a small kiss to his bottom lip. “Cool it, rockstar. I’ll be fine. No need to get all pouty on me again.”

“This is the perfect time to be pouty, excuse you,” Loki quips, quick to capture your lips in a proper kiss for a moment, then pressing your foreheads together before you could really get into the groove of it. “But fine. I’ll stop on your behalf.”

Your smile could make your face ache for the rest of the night from how wide it is, but you don’t care. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” Loki replies, his smile just as wide.

You’re both stalling. You sense it, Loki can probably sense it, and you’re trying not to care. You pull your head away to properly see his face as you speak.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Besides that? Yes—ow, hey!”

The both of you laugh at his reaction to your free hand smacking his stomach. “That’s rude!”

“You’re rude!” You tease back, still laughing before you take a breath to speak through your giggles. “What are we? Or, what’s this, I guess.”

Loki’s taking a breath, getting the last of his giggles out unlike you before he’s speaking slowly, and choosing his words carefully.

“Well, if you’ll have me, I’d like to be your boyfriend.”

Thankfully, you’re silent by the time he finishes his sentence, and you shudder at his tone. There’s no hints of teasing you at all, and he’s so sure of himself as he continues to hold you so gently.

You’re speechless for a few good seconds, but Loki can already tell you’re going to say yes probably from your face alone.

“I’d love to have you be my boyfriend, yeah,” you reply. It feels a bit awkward and clumsy to reply that way, but it feels…right. Honestly anything you say to Loki feels like it’s right since earlier tonight in Brunn’s apartment. 

Loki’s just watching you like you’ve painted the moon and hung up the stars personally for him before his hands are pulling away from your own hand and your waist to cup either side of your face in his palms.

“May I kiss my girlfriend?”

You try to hold back your grin, knowing that Loki’s probably not going to be particularly keen on wanting to kiss your teeth and give a tiny nod. “Absolutely.”

The kiss isn’t really all that different from all the ones you’ve been sharing over the course of the night, but you lean into it with a smile regardless. Kissing Loki would become a new favorite past time fast if the two of you kept up with it. Now that you’re official, that is.

That’s when a question pops into your head.

“Wait,” you start, pulling away from Loki’s lips to speak. “Should…who should we tell? Should we wait, or?”

Loki’s still recovering from the bliss of kissing it seems, his face still contoured as if your lips were still on his. After a moment he registers what you say and takes a slow breath in.

“I think,” Loki says after a brief period of silence—the thought of stunning Loki with your kiss flashes across your mind, and you feel like cackling. You’re so inexperienced before tonight, you’d never think that would happen because of you. “I think we should wait, for sure. And it’s not because I want to hide what we have or anything, but with the tour going on, I want to be sure this is something you want.”

“Why wouldn’t it be something I want, Loki?” 

“Darling, if The Revengers gain popularity to do more than just a small local headlining tour around the area, you won’t see me as often,” Loki explains, his face looking pained. “Life of a rockstar isn’t very kind to relationships..”

You take a deep breath and release it in a sigh, leaning more into Loki’s hands that are still holding your face. “I want this. I want to be your girlfriend—I have for the last four months—I want to give us a go, Loki. It’s not like we don’t have smartphones for video calls or anything.”

“I know that, sweetheart, but what I’m saying is it’ll be months before I’m ever back to you if we take off how we expect to. It may get hard—“

“Then I’m all for it!” You huff softly, not meaning to raise your voice before gently pulling your face from Loki’s hands. “I know you’re doing this to save both of us from a broken heart, Loki, but really, I want to try. I’ve been set on you for a while now, I think we can make it work.”

Loki doesn’t look as startled as you do, and maybe that’s a good thing. His smile is returning from your words it seems, but you’re slightly worried he’s going to take back everything he’s said or asked of you tonight—and being Loki’s girlfriend is something you’re absolutely inclined to be.

“Okay,” he finally replies, letting your brain cease running around your skull like crazy. “We can make it work. But if you want to back out—“

“If I were an idiot, I would,” you cut him off completely. “But, if—and it’s a hard if, by the way—I want to quit, then I will tell you. I can communicate, I’m an adult.”

You’re sure your words get through to Loki then, his hands grabbing your own and squeezing them tightly, giving you a reassuring smile. “Okay, okay, no need to go growling at me—“

You don’t hold back your snort, squeezing his hands back. “I’m going to. Now that I’ve got a taste of you? Kissing you, at that? I’m not giving that up, baby.”

It’s….nice. Getting to call someone—Loki, in particular—baby. You’re excited to try all the other terms of endearment you’ve seen tossed around by couples you’ve been surrounded by both online and in person.

Loki seems to agree. You notice how his cheeks seem a little more rosy than just a few minutes ago.

“Likewise, babe.”

You and Loki hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds before laughing together. 

“That sounded weird, coming from you—“

“I thought I’d give it a try!” Loki exclaims gently, leaning forward to peck your forehead. “I’ll stick with sweetheart and work my way into new ones. How’s that sounding, babydoll?”

“Better,” you hum, a small shudder moving through you slightly. “Call me that one a bit, sounded nice.”

“Can absolutely be done,” Loki affirms. “Now. I believe one of us was heading home for the night. And I’d like for you to sleep before you do whatever you have planned tomorrow. Unless it’s work and you’re lying to me, again.”

“I do have tomorrow off!” You exclaim, pouting as you let your head crane back to look at Loki again. “I’m not a liar. You’re being mean.”

Loki grins and lets one of his hands drop yours to wrap an arm around your shoulders to pull you in close to him, chuckling. “I am, I am, sorry sweetheart. You’re cute when you pout, if it helps.”

“Maybe it does.” You huff dramatically, letting yourself mold into Loki’s front. “I should probably get home though, seriously. It’s probably close to one. I wanted to get laundry done.”

“Sounds like a lot,” Loki commiserates with you, his chin bumping against the top of your head gently. “Terrible. Truly.”

“You just don’t want to let me go so you end up going home to your place and end up sleeping before more tour rehearsal,” you scoff, letting your head slowly tilt up again. “I’ll call you while I do my laundry tomorrow?”

Loki doesn’t hesitate to look back down at you then. “Please? I don’t have rehearsal until six. I’ll be bored. Missing you, probably—“

“Oh please,” you giggle, leaning up on your toes to peck his lips. “You’re so dramatic.”

“It’s true! I’ll miss you the second you get in your car!” Loki whines. “You’re the mean one. That’s it. It’s decided.”

You laugh, Loki pouts. It’s a small cycle that the two of you continue doing before you’re starting to actually yawn into Loki’s tank top. Then, he’s ushering you into your car with a stern tone.

“Y’know, if I didn’t work earlier today I would be fine,” you reply, finally inside your car completely now, actually buckled up with your window rolled down to keep talking with Loki.

His arms are crossed over the top of the window as he speaks to you. “I know. All the more reason you should sleep and I can be greedy and pester you to spend all your time with me tomorrow.”

You laugh at that, your face heating up. Now that you’re both official, Loki’s not holding back, it seems.

“Fine. I’ll text you when I’m home, okay? Text me when you get to yours.”

“Yes ma’am,” Loki replies, a smile accompanying a little salute before he’s standing up straight from your window. “Maybe we could actually grab lunch tomorrow or something? If you’re awake?”

You want to say something about your laundry, you do really need to get that done, but honestly, you can’t bring yourself to say it.

“Sure! We can aim for it.”

Goodbyes won’t be either of your strong suits, you assume. By the fact you’re still in this parking lot, just observing Loki with all his nervous giddy energy that reminds you of him before performing on Saturdays on the pavement next to your car, you’re just sleepily gushing behind the wheel in your brain while you stare at him.

Loki’s pulling you out of that small cloud you’re up in, leaning through your window to press a final kiss to your lips. “Home. Home for you, sweetheart. Get there in one piece. Goodnight.”

You sigh reluctantly in your car, Loki pulling away and stepping away from you in your car to the sidewalk so you don’t keep sidetracking any longer.

“Fine, goodnight!” You shout from your window, Loki laughing and waving to you and shouting the phrase back again before you’re finally rolling up your window. You put the car in reverse and start backing out, giving Loki one last wave while you still can before both hands are on the steering wheel and you’re exiting the parking lot.

You barely pay attention to the radio as you turn out from the way you came in just hours ago—hours. God, you really expected to leave sooner than this, but Loki really held you up. You couldn’t find it in yourself to mind at all.

It’s then you actually realize what’s playing on the radio. Queen’s Somebody To Love. It’s probably in the middle-end of the song, but it makes you smile wide nonetheless as you stop at the stop light that leads you onto the main road.

Yeah, you’ll have to stop by The Queen’s Pub and thank Brian for keeping you all those nights with his stories so you could talk with Loki whenever he was there sometime, whenever you and Loki figure out when you’d like to tell everyone.

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[kpophubb]

Hi lovely ☀ I'm so happy to hear from you, this week I was literally checking your Tumblr five times per day with my tags. I miss you so much and this week I also needed you so much, but it's okay💛 I'm so sad that you are sick😿😿 I thought you recovered but you mentioned that you don't feel good and I'm just so sad about this(((

Honestly this week I have my period, and I have to take 💊 every single day because it's just so painful 😔so I think we could have some sick party together😹

I had an exam last week which I failed, but I was so confident but I failed and my manager was so stressful and is pressuring me so much😮‍💨🤕🥴

How were your weekends? Today is Sunday and I just don't feel anything ...tomorrow I have to start work again and it's not tomorrow even it's like in 6 hours(((

Today I talked to my grandma and the second time during this 10 months and she's not doing good and mental health is bad she's pretty messed up 😣😭I'm watching this one movie now and it just reminds me of some Horrors that have been through and how lucky I am to actually Escape. ironically the movie is called No Escape. The movie is so well done tho 😭😭💔😢🥺

I Never thought these things would ever happen to me.. or would ever happen in my reality 😔😔I am just so shocked that this happened and they're still consequences and I just don't want to be a part of this you know❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹💔 I wish all of this was just a nightmare and I wake up tomorrow and everything is like before

I actually wanted to send you a short message just wish you could have happy Monday and better week 😭😢🥺🥺🥺💛💛

Stay strong baby I am just so thankful that you exist thank you for all the love you give me💛

Thank you for hyunnies gifs and quotes 🤗💗 I miss you so badly

You probably have no idea and will never understand the way you helped me during this sickness period of my life😔❤️‍🩹💗 thank you so much for saving your hyunnie lixie. Please get well soon

🐁

Hi hi hi my love 🥺🤍 tumblr has been mean to me with my other asks since they crash when I make em too long (?) and can’t be edited later so here we go!😭 keeping it short but ilysm 💗 and value every little bit u say ~

First of all don’t worry about me, I’m doing better now altho I skipped my medication yesterday bc I thought I got better but apparently it made my sickness worse and took away my good night’s sleep 💔 but anyway I’m mentally active now..how are you feeling baby?:( is your period pain GONE?? I’m so sorry for being ia I’m here now promise ☀️💛🫂

The movie seems so strong..and really pain invoking and lesson learning is it on Netflix? If so, I’d love to watch while trying to understand you..

Aah it’s getting hectic for you I can say :( no sleep and so much work 😭 but I really hope smh u get a break soon and can rest as much as you need anonie. <3

I can understand about the whole nightmare part. Altho I have not been in such an intense situation like you (that’s why I give it to u always that you’re super strong bc you are my love) but I have had super dark times too and I can relate to that part where I’d be terrified and cry myself to sleep everyday and beg whatever deity was listening to make it better tomorrow and make it all vanish..but everyday I woke up and nothing changed and that made me feel devastated and made me feel like I was better off gone 💔

but I sincerely hope like me a time comes in your life where everyday would feel as good as a dream where you keep wishing you never wake up from the happiness..💖 the things of the past will never really leave u and even tho the shackles are gone someday and you’re free to walk forward, the scary marks will still be there to your feet. But look baby, slowly you’re healing even if it’s at a micro pace, getting a job, connecting w your family member (grandma) and slowly getting up even tho the suffocating feeling still haunts u, it’s slowly leading to a betterment. Like this, I’m sure you will walk towards light, love and happiness soon. Just faith it till u make it okay??

exams Are shitty..and it’s so disappointing to fail after giving your best it’s like realising your best never amounted to anything but hey love remember what I told u? “Human beings are filled w crazy potential even if you feel like u gave your best today you could still wake up tomorrow and try harder.” So keep your chin high, take a deep breath and try hard again. 💘 every success comes with ten failures, remember that.

and lastly I’ll always be here to save u and pull you up just like lixie does for hyunjin. It’s a promise, not a fancy statement. And I keep my words always. I love you sm and I couldn’t add the last quote bc that post isn’t working anymore but it was..

“The world doesn’t matter. YOU matter. 💛☀️..”♡♡

#mia’s asks #stay 💌 #🐁 anonie

[hazadoeslife]

New chapter of my life and New rules to follow

My life new chapter is about to start tomorrow , a New unknown challenge to overcome in the next couple of months. I'm about to start getting my cert 3 in childcare hoping to get a job out of it for the first time.

I know this will be a challenge since I'm in a new place and location than where i use to be and ill be going in their knowing no one and no one to talk to about this chapter to help me out , so i decided to start this journal blog to put my thoughts feelings , fears and challenges that the days and months may bring and the lessons i learn since i don't have my parents right there like i did years ago which i didn't finish and i have something to improve with myself.

This is something i have no idea about in the realm of the information i need to know, i know how to look after my nephews but if i get a job i am responsible for other peoples children and some younger than that. That's not necessary the biggest challenge of this study. The last time i had no friends and no one to talk to while i was studying that other course and i dont want to have that again.

I actually want at least one friend that i can go on this journey with me and hopefully have someone to hang out with. There is one thing I have major confidence issues. I have bad social anxiety that i cant even walk up to someone or even if they are right next to me. i have a fear of rejection since being rejected by so many people in my life. i have social anxiety real bad. I know that there is only two things that will happen and its not that serious its not like death is going to happen if u go up and talk to someone.

To show you how bad it is Storytime. The other day i bought a 30 pack smokes to take as a way to approach anyone who needs a smoke or if I hear someone want a lighter to use and that gives me a opportunity to walk up to them and give them it just to start a conversation I know that I have my lighter and smokes which will give me a reason to go and have a conversation. I know that's sad for someone to hear but it just how my brain works ATM.

I decided that I'm going to set new rules for myself to try to improve my life and my social life especially going to the Tafe campus to start my course and hopefully gain confidence and make a new friend and leave that fear behind. I know that it will take some time as every article i have seen about how long it takes to make a close friend and how long it takes to work on your confidence and become the best version of yourself. The rules will be posted in the second part very soon. I hope you enjoyed this diary entry blog , i hope someone understands and relates to this. Love you all.

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