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raysofcrosby · 3 years

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If it’s not too much to ask can we get just a sentence or even paragraph from the next chapter 🥰🥰

hehehe of course 🥰💛

“Can I call you back in a bit?” She asked, tossing her phone down onto the bed as she walked around her room to collect her pajamas for the night. “I just got out of the shower and I’m getting dressed.”

“Then why am I staring at the ceiling?” Matt asked, huffing. “You still owe me my makeup show and I have it on good authority that E is sleeping at my parents tonight.”

“No peep show,” she laughed, tugging on some loose shorts and an old Senators shirt before picking her phone back up and popping back into frame. “Did your parents tell you?”

“That shirt is hideous and no, E did,” he nodded, propped up against his headboard and looking as if he too was in bed for the night. His hair was fluffed out and dry and he was wearing a Flames shirt. “We facetimed sometime after they ate dinner, took forever to get him to hang up so he could get ready for whatever sleepover he and Brady are having. Not that he’s sleeping in the living room anyway.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, nodding her head. “I saw the picture too.”

“He’s clearly not taking it well, but how are you taking it?” He asked, leaning his head down into his pillow. “Are your nights lonely and cold?”

She rolled her eyes, getting under the covers of her blankets. “They’re fine, Matthew.”

“You’re supposed to say that you’re freezing cold and hate sleeping alone, get on the program Caroline.”

“Fine,” she laughed, looking at him. “My thick blankets are not enough and I shiver every night. Brrr.”

He just stared at the screen, clearly unamused. “I will hang up on you. It’s not nice to mock my pain. Would it kill you to at least act like you miss me? You do miss me...right?”

She held back her smile as best as she could, scooting down into her bed. “Yes, Matt. I do miss you.”

“I know, it’s kind of hard not to,” he replied, shrugging and smiling. “You and E both have the day off tomorrow, right? Got any plans?”

“He does, which is another reason why he’s staying with your parents. It’s a teacher planning day, so I still have to wake up at normal time, that way I won’t have to wake him up early.” She grabbed the remote, turning the tv on and keeping it on whatever channel was on. “And even then, I’ll probably leave around lunch like everyone else does. It’s almost finals time and I don’t have a final, I have the project, so it’s just making sure everything is set for that.”

“No wonder why you’re everyone’s favorite teacher. No final?” Matt scoffed, shaking his head. “I definitely would’ve had a crush on you if you were my teacher.”

“I’m this close to hanging up on you,” she laughed, shaking her head. “But really, I do need to get to sleep. I was just waiting to hear from Brady and see how Ethan was doing tonight.”

“Rude that you don’t want to talk to me, but okay,” he replied, trying to hide his yawn.

“Says the guy who just tried to hide the fact he was yawning. You’re not slick, you and Ethan both have the same ‘I’m tired, but I’m trying not to show it’ signs. Sneaky yawns, you both try to hide the fact you’re slowly lying down and you twitch your mouths from side to side to try and stop yourself from yawning.”

“God, Moms are always so observant it’s really annoying sometimes.” Matt rolled his eyes, laughing soon after. “But yeah, I’m exhausted. Getting back into the swing of things...has been a lot harder than I thought it would be.”

“Don’t stress about it, Matty. You’ll get back into it. You’ve lived this life for a long time, you were practically born for it.” She smiled, laying down and holding her phone above her head. “Just take it one day at a time.”

“Thanks my personal motivational speaker,” he yawned, closing his eyes and sighing. “I guess I’ll call it a night. Be on the lookout tomorrow for something from anything related to Calgary. Treliving said he sent something for you and Ethan today, so it should be there tomorrow.”

“He didn’t have to–”

“Yeah, but you’re my family, so technically you’re a part of his too– well, the organizations. I don’t know what’s in it, he wouldn’t tell me, he just demanded I give him your address. So send me a pic when you get it. Also, I know you guys are having a barbecue at my parents’ place Saturday, so don’t let Brady try and convince Ethan to root for the Blues or wear his jersey. Not allowed at all.”

“I think your parents are doing one of those Tkachuk vs Tkachuk jerseys, but I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for any schmoozing. And I’ll definitely send you a picture of the surprise.”

“Get some sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he replied, lying further down in his bed and holding his phone above his head. “Maybe then I’ll get my peepshow.”

“Maybe.” She smiled, shrugging. “Goodnight, Matty.”

“Goodnight Care,” he smiled, hanging the call up.

Caroline rolled over onto her side, plugging her phone and flipping it upside down, that way if she wanted to press snooze come tomorrow morning, she would have to flip it over and do it herself. Another thing, she wouldn’t get woken up by the constant lighting of her phone, just in case Matt decided to send her another stream of text messages and snapchat videos. She rolled back over and scooted her way towards the middle of the bed, lying on her left side and sighing heavily, reaching her arm over to her right and across the empty side of the bed, trying not to think about Ethan wouldn’t be joining her tonight and Matt wasn’t here either. And she was able to fall asleep by 11pm

But through her routine, she forgot to turn off her do not disturb button that she never turned off after her six period class ended. If she hadn’t been so worried about how to make sure Ethan was okay, even though he was in the hands of the Tkachuks, maybe she would’ve remembered to turn it off.

Maybe she would’ve seen those texts from Heather with a link to a TMZ article.

Heather Collins: Caroline, answer the phone.

Heather Collins: Blake just sent me this and you need to read it.

Heather Collins: Cari...it’s everywhere.

#anon #answered #wltay

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#9. Fever - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 9 of Snapemas! Ihm sorry for the short break but Uni and work kept me busy. Enjoy the new Chapters! :)

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge ! Check her Writings and the other Snapemas posts out! :)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Assistant!Reader

Word count: 3022

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your last name

#9. Fever

Being an assistant was stressful. But being the Potions Assistant who's constantly trying not to completely disappoint the Professor was nerve wrecking. Every day you tried your best to get on 110% of Concentration. It started with getting up early to get ready, reading a few pages of a new book you got yourself as a early Christmas present, eating breakfast, heading to class and assist at Professor Snape´s Class only to stay in the Dungeons until late in the evening to grade tests or just correct Homework's. Sometimes you even forgot Lunch or Dinner but you really didn't mind. You always sneaked some Christmas cookies or bakery goods in your pocket so you would always have some food in your robe. Professor Snape didn't mind as long as you did your chores and wouldn't annoy him. Sometimes usually on Mondays or Thursdays when Professor Snape was especially busy you made sure to leave some cookies on his desk as well. Knowing he would huff at you for this niceties but would also be thankful for it.

Today was another Thursday , Thursday the 17th to be exact and in one week would be Christmas. Professor Snape told you that he wants to return the recents test back to the students on Monday. Which meant for you to put on a few nightshifts if you would want to stay up to his plan. You didn't mind taking this extra work, actually you enjoyed it. Being an Professor has always been your dream job and also you enjoyed learning from such an smart man as Professor Snape.

Besides, he may be a few years older than you are but he still was a pretty handsome man. You had a thing for him. For the way he speaks, his way to teach, the way he entered a room and took all the attention on him, how he used to dress and also for the way he never even cared a little bit about what people thought about him. On the one side you wanted to be like him and on the other you just wanted to be by his side. That's why you didn't mind stressing yourself out. It's like you almost didn't notice how time passed whenever he was around. The both of you didn't talk much but it was enough to feel like there was good company. Back to the fact that it was 9pm already and you were still correcting homework. A small shiver went down your spine only to set in goosebumps on your arms and legs. It was always cold in the Dungeons but as the night crept around it almost got unbearable for a Frostbite like you were.

As you got up to grab your robes from one of the chairs across of your table you noticed how a sharp pain grew in your head. Bad timing for a headache you thought. Not thinking about it you just filled your cup with another tea.

,,Professor, do you want another Tea as well?" You asked slightly nervously. His head slowly looked up to you. ,,No thank you, Miss YLN." As he didn't look away from you for another few seconds you sat down and dared to ask. ,,Is there anything else I can do for you?" He laid down his quill and shook his head. ,,Miss YLN, are you okay ? You're really pale." Taking a small sip from your cup you thought about your words for a few seconds before answering him. ,,I- um - I'm okay. I'm just having a little Headache. I probably didn't drink enough today." Snape's look of concern didn't fade right away but your words calmed him so much that he continued to write something down. He wasn't as scary as everyone thought he was. Actually he was always making sure that you felt comfortable as his Assistant and that you could always learn the most out of every class. Maybe he just isn't good with forming his emotions and stuff like this into words, you thought before taking the quill back into your hand and began to write down some feedback for the student.

Waking up as the sunlight hit your face you noticed how late it must've been by now. As you jumped on your feet you felt like you just wanted to lay back down again. The headache didn't fade but grew a bit and your throat was sore by now as well. What a pretty way to start your day. Putting on your fresh clothes you ran down to Professor Snapes class. As you walked through the wooden door after knocking it twice you noticed how the class hasn't started yet.

,,Miss YLN, you're pretty late today." Professor Snape stated as he was brewing something on his desk not really paying you much attention at first but then turned to you. Gladly you knew he would never be as mad with you as with the students.

,,I'm sorry, I usually never oversleep. Can I help you?" Scanning your face he wore it again. This small concerned look.

,,Maybe it's for the best of you will take yourself back for today and go back to your chambers before midnight." He advertises and continued brewing something. Feeling like you disappointed him somehow you let yourself fall down on your seat only to take out the Homework you corrected the night before and waited for the students while making some tea.

The whole day long you could follow the concerned Glance from your favourite Professor and colleague. He didn't say anything but the way you felt your energy fade from hour to hour and later minute to minute you knew his Glances weren't just expressing his concern but also an warning to take care of yourself. Sitting on your chair at 11pm you heard how he slid back his chair only to slowly walk over to you like a hunter for it's prey.

,,You know that not taking care of your health needs is not only reckless but also childish. You're obviously not alright and how are you trying to learn something if you won't remember anything anyways." Shaking his head you felt ashamed by getting lectured of him like that.

,,I'm sorry, Professor. Tomorrow I will be better, I promise." You knew that you weren't going to be better by tomorrow but you just didn't want to give in, let him do all the work by himself right before Christmas and miss his classes which really interested you. It was a tie. As a sign that you'd take his words at heart you closed your notebook and sent him a weak smile. ,,Goodnight, Professor Snape." By now he almost sat down again but followed your actions with his eyes. ,,Goodnight, Miss YLN. Get well soon." Closing the door behind you noticed how warm your cheeks have gotten. They always got red whenever he spoke to you but now they felt especially warm. Not thinking anything about it you got back to your Chambers only to continue grading five more tests until you fell asleep on your desk and headed to bed a few minutes later.

The Morning again was awful. You didn't overslept today but didn't sleep at all besides the few minutes you passed out at your desk. You were so tired but still couldn't fall asleep. Your Pain in your Head and throat didn't fade again and by now it was clear to you that there was something big awaiting you. Nevertheless you still decided to grab some of the tests. Gladly you remembered that the weekend had just begun and you haven't have to help the students all day long. You had still so much to do. You wanted to wrap a few presents, grade the last few tests, finish your book, correct homework and help Professor Snape brew a new Potion. As you looked into the Mirror you could see how the lack of sleep has drawn your face darker around the eyes and paler than usual around the cheeks wich still blushed. All together you looked like a mess. Even though whatever was coming to you hasn't fully developed inside of you yet it was clearly to see from the outside. Splashing some water on your face in hope it could fix your visual appearance just a bit and brushing your teeth you got more And more tired. After pulling your pullover over your head and taking your robe with you, you walked down to the Potions Classroom.

The Professor wouldn't approve that you were there today, you simply knew it. But your assistant contract was almost over and you tried to take everything with you. So it had gotten even more important for you to fully concentrate until the classes were over on Tuesday. Also Professor Snape started to trust you by everything you did, it was a great opportunity to test your limits and gain knowledge. So why would your health get things mixed up right before Christmas? Remembering your Professors Words you set yourself a Limit. Until Tuesday I will continue to work. Afterwards, over Christmas I will try to slow down. Nodding to approve your own thoughts you knocked on the door.

,,Come in." The Deep Voice instructed and by his tone you noticed that he was stressed out as well. Doing as you were told you entered the Classroom only to earn an disapproving Glance from your supervisor. ,,You look like a walking dead. You really should try to rest. Why won't you listen to me?" If you wouldn't be so concentrated on hiding your blush you probably would've heard his concern and despair dripping out of his words.

,,I just wanted to grab some papers and help you brew the potions. Afterwards I will head back to my chambers instantly." He eyed you up and down.

,,Well, I'm sorry to inform you that I for must away. The Ministry asked for my help so brewing the potions has to wait. I will be back tomorrow evening and until then I instruct you to rest. Merlin knows you need it." Walking over to your desk to grab everything you needed you saw a small tissue laying there spread open with a few cookies laying on top of it. It was laid down the way used to do it for your Professor. Smiling widely you turned around. ,,Thank you." Without a further Words you surprised him with a hug. He was so stiff but after a few seconds passed by he eventually rubbed your back slightly. ,,Thank you, Professor. It means a lot to me." Slightly letting him go you receive a smile of his in return. ,,You may call me Severus by now. This year we have spent so much time together you don't need to call me by this title unless Students are around." There it was again. The way your cheeks blushed, your stomach tingled and you became lightheaded. ,,Okay. So please call me Y/N then as well." You both looked at each other and sealed your deal with a small nod from each side.

,,Now get back to your chambers. I won't repeat myself again. You need rest, Y/N." Sighing you followed his instructions after gathering all your papers, materials and the cookies.

Seeing his Assistant like that didn't just only concern him but also made him feel sorry. Knowing it was wrong, against multiple Rules, against his own principes he still couldn't help it but slowly start to care about her. Care in form of worrying, thinking about her and after she would leave his classroom wishing she would come back again. That kind of care. Seeing how overworked, stressed out and tired she looked like would almost give him a physical stitch. Was he expecting too much of her ? Well, he had high Standards. He wasn't denying it but if the students were already stressed out and panicked because of his classes how must she feel? Promising to guarantee her a break to cure whatever had overtook her health lately. After not seeing her at Breakfast again he'd even sneak some cookies in a small tissue before sliding it into his robe like she'd always use to do. Even if she wouldn't attend at breakfast she'd always come to class. Her curiosity wouldn't allow her to miss anything. He loved that trait about her. It reflected perfectly how truly interested she was and how pure her instinct of wanting to gain knowledge motivated her from day to day even though she wasn't feeling her best. One time when the both of them talked late at night hovering over some test she admitted how much she loved Christmas. He felt his breath fade away and he was enchanted by her completely. The way she talked about fairy lights, Christmas traditions, the whole feast in general made him weak for her. Y/N's Excitement was so contagious that even an old kid like he was felt the Christmas spirit again. That’s why he felt like he wanted to do something for her so she could feel better even if she would have to stay at Hogwarts over her favourite Holidays.

Leaving the classroom you felt more tired than before. You were happy that you saw Severus, but sad that he had to leave. But actually your Body was grateful for this forced break. You quickly graded the last four test and corrected the last homework before grabbing your book and finally laying down again. Your eyes couldn´t even read the first words before you felt asleep again. From time to time- it must’ve been hours - you woke up again. Not being able to move or think you just faded back to a dreamless sleep.

The next time you woke up it was completely dark outside. You woke up because you were freezing so much you feared you could freeze any minute if you wouldn’t put on an extra sweater. Pushing yourself back on your feet you could feel every inch of your body hurt. But the worst was this constant noise in your ear. There it was. It finally hit you and probably would knock you off your feet this time. After you reached your sweater, pulled it over your head you directly laid back down again only to sleep until the next afternoon. At least that’s the last time you remembered to wake up. For a short moment you could remember that you probably drink something or even eat, you still had those Cookies Severus gave you, but were so tired. Your eyes couldn’t open up completely from how tired and completely exhausted you were.

Returning earlier from the Ministry than anticipated Severus made his way to his Chambers. Before he went to the Ministry he had stopped at Diagon Alley to get something that had been on his mind lately. Of course he would notice how often you had to deal with shivers and goosebumps because of the freezing air in the dungeons. And when he had seen this one new Robe he couldn’t stop imagine how it would fit on you. So when he came back he instantly bought it and even wrapped it in a Christmas themed wrapping paper. His excitement was rising from every hour to hour. How would you react? Was it too personal? Pushing his Doubts aside he waited until Monday morning.

When Monday morning arrived he couldn’t wait any longer to see you walking through his door. Time passed, the students arrived but you didn’t. Worrying if you overslept again he couldn’t fully concentrate on his Classes. Before Lunch it was enough for him. He had to find you.

Still laying in bed you couldn’t understand what’s real anymore and what’s not. The fever overtook you and you weren’t able to function anymore.

Knocking on your Door Severus stood there impatiently. ,,Miss YLN?“ After a few seconds he tried it again. ,,Miss- Y/N, is everything okay?“ Dropping the formalities his worries grew. ,,I’m starting to worry about you.“ After time passed he couldn’t hesitate but open the door with an spell.

The first time you woke up again you noticed how your head wasn’t hurting as bad as recently anymore. Also you weren’t in your bed. This one was more uncomfortable and the light from above way brighter than in your room. Looking to the side you saw Severus sitting there, holding a book trying not to fall asleep.

,,Professor.“ Smiling wagely you tried to sit up a bit. Surprised he laid the Book aside and quickly helped you. ,,I told you, you can call me Severus.“ Letting out a small hoarse chuckle you nodded. ,,Okay, Severus. What day is-´´ ,,Christmas.“ He answered not waiting for your answer. ,,Oh, guess I’ve been sleeping for some time then.. I’m so sorry. Did you find my papers? I got everything ready so you could hand them out.“ Chuckling he slowly handed you a cup. ,,It’s Christmas and you just want to work. Not even I want to work.“ As you let the water hit your mouth you followed his Movements. He took a Package from the Ground and set it aside of you. ,,Maybe this can distract you.“ Taking himself a bit back so he wouldn’t appear as intrusive as he felt like he sat back against the chair. Watching your shaking fingers opening the Package and unwrapping the robe he couldn’t hide his smile. Proud of himself but still worried about you he was glad that you still was able to wake up again. He wouldn’t admit it but he checked every potion twice that Madame Pomfrey had given you. Even though he brewed the Potions himself he wanted to make sure it was the best he could brew. Blushing you thanked him multiple times before pulling him in a hug again. Thank you, Prof- Severus. Thank you for taking care.“ Your fever still wasn’t cured yet but you were in best company and knew the best Potions Master who could help you out anytime. ,,Merry Christmas to you too.“

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I love you (not) - Chapter 9

Tackling two prompts of @marichatmay again ('take a break' and 'cuddles'), it's probably not going to help much with catching up on the schedule but it's okay.

We are now a little over a third into the story, and... Are those real feelings that are emerging in the fake relationship? Perhaps... Still quite a bit of oblivious dumbassery to go, though, else it wouldn't be fun :D Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 9: In which Marinette gets mixed up in her checklist

"I'm sure I'm missing something…" Marinette mumbled as she read through her extensive to-do list of the day, tapping her pencil against her chin.

School

HomeworkFrench: Dissertation Maths: exercises 5,9,12 p.132 Science: Lab report English: Act III, scene 1 Hamlet History: revision test Extra last minute?

ALYA’S BIRTHDAY PREP: coordinate surprise party + finish gift

Kitty section: costume prototype for single 2

Art project: finish dress

Picnic Alya, Nino, Adrien

“I swear there was a seventh thing I needed to do today.” She squinted, scanning her surroundings in the hopes that it would jog her memory. There was so much going on these days that things kept piling up, but today she was determined to catch up with everything. She didn’t have much of a choice, anyway; most of the items on her list had a set deadline, and it was coming at her faster than she liked. She preferred not to get hit by the truck head on.

Her eyes landed on Chat Noir’s blanket, which she’d draped over the back of her chaise after he’d left on the night of his birthday, over a week before.

“Right! Chat Noir - Ask Chat Noir to take a break, ” she mumbled, scribbling down the last point, before setting the list down next to her computer keyboard. She'd abandoned the idea of full on breaking up with him given how their relationship was dragging on; a break seemed softer to ask for first, and it could easily be followed up by a breakup.

It was going to be a long day, but with a bit of rigour, and thanks to her early start, it would all work out.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit much for one day, Marinette?” Tikki peeked over her shoulder, letting out a small yawn.

“Well, maybe for a normal girl, but not for Ladybug.” She yawned reflexively, and her kwami shot her a pointed look. “I know, I know. I have to power through, though - it’s not my fault I got sidetracked so much these past few days. I honestly wonder what Hawkmoth does as a living, the man has too much time on his hands.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to get a tiny bit more sleep? To help with your productivity?” Her Kwami asked, looking slightly worriedly at the bags beneath her eyes.

“It’s 6am, Tikki, not the crack of dawn. I’ll have to be up by the time I fall back asleep again.” She waved her concern away. “I’ll just let the stress adrenaline work its magic. It’s going to be fine, don’t worry.” Tikki pouted doubtfully. “Now, would you mind reading me the Hamlet scene while I finish sewing up my project?”

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This is a disaster , Marinette thought as the formulae she read on the page danced in front of her eyes. It didn’t matter how many times she went through them, they just didn’t compute.

She looked at the time: 6:45pm. She had fifteen minutes before her picnic, and she had to finish her maths homework, her dissertation, her History revision, the Kitty section prototype, and send out individual messages to remind everybody of their tasks for Alya’s birthday so it wasn’t too short notice for the weekend.

She tried to ignore the palpitations of her heart; maybe she’d overdone it on the coffee during the day. It wasn’t like she had a choice, anyway.

She’d discovered as she'd walked into class that she had a class president meeting with Mr. Damocles over her lunch break, which had been when she’d planned to squeeze in some of her work.

Then, while she’d been packing her bag at the end of her classes, ready to leave, an Akuma had emerged. It had been a tricky one, too; Chat and her had spent about an hour chasing it around Paris before finally catching it.

Adding to that the fact that her 6am rising had left her exhausted by the second period of the day, she really hadn’t been the most efficient anyway.

“I think you know what you need to do, Marinette,” Tikki said apologetically, as if reading her mind, floating up to her with her phone in her flippers. Alya’s number was already dialled on the screen.

Marinette sighed and took the phone from her, pressing the green button before lodging it between her shoulder and her ear.

“Hey girl!” Alya’s excited voice sounded on the other end of the line. “Nearly ready to go? We really picked the right night for a picnic; the weather’s super nice.”

“About that…” Marinette winced. “I’m so sorry, I won’t be able to make it.”

“You’re kidding, right? You ’re passing up on an opportunity to have a picnic with Adrien? Are you ill?” Alya said after a small beat.

“Trust me, I surprised myself.” Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose. “I just feel like I have a bit too much on my plate right now, and I wouldn’t be great company if I came. I hope we can find another time to go out again, but I think studying and going to bed early is what’s best.”

“It’s true that you’ve seemed kind of out of it lately,” Alya said compassionately. “Don’t worry about us, take care of yourself! I promise I’ll take loads of pictures, it’ll be like you were here. And I’ll bully Mr Agreste with you after our exams to get Adrien out again if needed.”

“Thanks for understanding Alya.” Marinette smiled.

“That’s what best friends are for!” She could almost see her wink. “Now, get back to work and then go to bed! We’ll see you tomorrow.”

There was a bit of chatter on the line before Alya hung up, as she met up with Adrien and Nino.

“Wait, Marinette isn’t coming?” Adrien’s almost disappointed voice was the last thing Marinette heard before the communication ceased.

She found herself quite immune to it. She decided not to dwell on it.

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Adrien enjoyed the picnic very much, as he did any opportunity to hang out with his friends, but his eyes kept drifting to the empty space next to him, where Marinette would undoubtedly have been sitting, were she with them. He hoped she was alright; Alya had told him that the reason why she wasn’t coming was because she was studying, which was fair considering the amount of homework they’d been given in the past few weeks, but he did feel like she was overworking herself a bit.

He didn’t doubt her ability to take on all of her projects, but he wished she’d slow down a little, for the sake of her health. What would he do if his everyday Ladybug burned out?

He wondered what Alya’s curious gaze meant when he voiced his thoughts about the situation. He panicked a little when she said that maybe a boyfriend could help get her mind off of work - firstly, because Marinette technically had a boyfriend, which he was surprised Alya of all people didn’t know. He thought the two girls told each other everything. Was Marinette keeping their relationship a secret on purpose? Was she confused about their status, which, he had to admit, he wasn't sure was himself? Was she (the thought scared him) ashamed of him?

Secondly, he found his heart squeeze peculiarly at the thought of Marinette having a boyfriend other than him . He decided not to dwell on it.

He couldn’t help but take the long way home, passing at the bottom of her building, after the picnic, though. And, seeing that there was still light in her room at past 11pm, he decided that he should probably do something; for her well being, not as an excuse to see her, of course.

He transformed in a back alley, then extended his baton so he could peek through the window closest to her desk. Maybe she was already asleep, but had forgotten to turn her lights off.

The sight of her bent over a sheet of paper, hands buried in her hair as if ready to tear it out of her scalp made him knock.

Marinette jumped at the unexpected sound, and looked up, looking quite haggard. Her features softened when her eyes met his.

There was a hint of a smile on her lips as she opened the window. “Hey Chat, what are you doing here?” She yawned.

“Bedtime patrol, just making sure that citizens are going to bed at a reasonable time,” he smiled, stifling his own yawn.

“That’s nice of you. But, does that mean that I’m in trouble?” she drawled out, leaning forward to boop him on the nose. Her exhaustion was clouding her better judgement.

“Depends, are you nearly done with your studying?”

“When will I ever be nearly done,” she snorted, turning around to take a look at her checklist.

Her feet caught in the straps of her backpack and she wobbled forward, but Chat pounced inside in time to catch her before she could tumble down.

“Woah there, little lady… Your spatial awareness is worse than ever,” he said fondly as she clutched his arms. “Sorry, but I’m not letting you get back to work.”

“But I need to finish something…” Marinette protested.

“What you really need is to take a break.”

Marinette paused to think about it. Taking a break with Chat Noir… she seemed to recall that was on the list.

“Okay.” She shrugged.

“Good. Come here, then.” Chat Noir sighed in relief at her lack of resistance and started to lead her towards her bed, but before he’d let out his whole breath, Marinette was already trying to make her way back to her desk.

“Wait, I actually still have so much to do…” She reached for her flashcards, which tumbled at their feet.

“Okay, tell you what.” He kept hold of one of her hands as he picked the flashcards up to avoid her escaping. “Why don’t you take a small nap, and I’ll stay here and keep an eye on the time. I’ll wake you up in an hour, and when I leave I’ll turn a blind eye on your choice between going to bed and getting back to work.” She looked at her doubtfully, and glanced at the cards in his hands. He took a closer look at them; their content was that of the test they had the next day. “I can read you these while you fall asleep so it’s not too much of a waste of time, if you want.” He waved them in front of her face, hoping she’d say yes. He really needed the revision, too.

Marinette nodded and he led her to her chaise, helping her lie down on it. He started draping his blanket over her and was about to go and sit in her desk chair when she grabbed his free hand and pulled on it, a lot more strongly than he would have expected from her, especially in her exhausted state.

“Take a break with me.” She shifted to her left and patted the newly formed space. “Please?”

Her pleading bluebell eyes were difficult to deny.

“Okay,” he said as he sat next to her. Marinette snuggled up against him and sighed contently.

Chat’s heart skipped a beat. He wrapped a tentative arm around her and cleared his throat before starting to read. “The Hundred Years’ war actually lasted one hundred and sixteen years, from 1337 to 1453…”

His own tiredness hit him like a truck after a couple of pages, when he heard her soothing, gentle snoring. He lowered the flashcards to watch her sleep. She looked so tranquil, a peaceful smile drawn on her lips as her body slowly followed her breathing.

He felt his eyes close, and soon the both of them were breathing in sync, holding on to each other.

Needless to say, Chat left a little later than anticipated the next morning, woken up by the rising sun. Neither of them complained, though; both had had one of the most restful nights in a while, and both aced their History test.

Each wondered if they weren’t onto something in terms of revision technique.

Adrien almost gloated to Alya about how maybe Marinette didn’t have a boyfriend who took her mind off of work, but she had one who took care of her while she studied. Almost.

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cheolttage · 5 years

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Only You.

Title: Only you.

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Soulmate!AU, College!AU

Summary: “It seems like a lifetime ago that i began searching for you. You, who my love seems never ending for; that went far beyond what i thought i could love. When i am with you, i want for nothing.”

Soulmates are linked via feelings and hear can what your soulmate say in his heart (but you cannot hear him when you guys arrange any meet up, you found out from your mom that it has to happen naturally). You feel whatever your soulmate feels and your soulmate feels whatever you feel.

Word Count: 2.03K

p/s: sorry, it’s my first time writing and I'm really not as creative or as good of a writer as other blogs. I wrote this purely out of fun. Nevertheless, I hope anyone reading this will like it. ^____^

Time check: 3:16am in the morning. You flipped on your bed with the comfort of air conditioning against the merciless summer heat even though it was night. You were on your bed since 11pm trying to sleep; even the bedsheet that felt cool to the skin initially warmed up from your body warmth. What is really keeping you up? You felt so vexed and irritated yet slightly emotional. But you have no idea why.

“I really want to give up”

You heard a voice from your head. Your soulmate has spoken and you finally understood your feeling now.

“Looks like i’m not the only one awake now and someone’s keeping me awake..” you muttered as you got off your bed, knowing well that you probably will not be sleeping any time soon. Stretching your limbs and with a yawn, you wobbled to the kitchen for a glass of milk.

“I wonder what’s keeping him up…” you whispered. You couldn’t help but be curious about what is keeping your soulmate up, so vexed and annoyed at 3am in the morning. Opening up the fridge, you took out a carton of milk and poured yourself a glass of milk before returning to your room. Slowly, you closed your room’s door and sat down before your desk.

“Where is the damn switcH” you said as you struggled to switch on the desk lamp. You decided that since you couldn’t sleep, it will be better to do something than to sit around and stare into space. Deciding on completing your bullet journal for 2019, you opened up your notebook and chose rose quartz and serenity coloured brush marker for the theme. As you started scribbling and designed your notebook, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of emotions because of your soulmate.

You flipped to a brand new page and wrote:

“It seems like a lifetime ago that i began searching for you.

You, who my love seems never ending for; that went far beyond what i thought i could love.

When i am with you, i want for nothing.”

You didn’t know where you got the idea to write that or what made you move your arms to write that but from the bottom of your heart, you wanted your soulmate to feel better and know that he is not alone no matter what he is going through.

Within 10 seconds, you got a reply.

“Thank you, i love you.”

You were a little taken back from his reply because you weren’t sure if what you wrote down will be guaranteed conveyed to him. Afterall, you wrote it down and not think about it out loud.

“You heard that?”

“Yes dummy. I heard it because you were reading it out loud in your mind. Also, we have been talking like this for almost half a year but i still have no idea what your name is.”

“Y/N.”

“Ah. Wonwoo here.”

That was cute. You were happy that your heart was conveyed to him and that he even took a step forward to start calling you names. Not to mention you finally know his name! Your heart was truly bubbling with happiness and you felt fuzzy because, It sounds silly, but little things like these are what pulled people closer together. You were 100% sure that he could feel how happy you are.

“What’s up? You seem really happy.”

“Nothing! Just watching a romance movie.” You lied smoothly, you weren’t sure if he will fall for it but you decided to go with it because you didn’t want to let your feelings known so early.. Yet.

“Sure.”

You heard the sarcasm in his words but decided to brush it off because you were simply too happy to care. Funny, because you were feeling happy but mixed with slight frustration. But you can also sense that the feeling of frustration seems to be fading and you felt even happier to know that your soulmate seems to be less vexed now at least.

“Go to sleep early.”

“You too! Stay positive, things will eventually work out.” You beamed at the thought of your soulmate.

“Alright, i will talk to you again tomorrow.”

“Later you mean? It’s already a brand new day.”

“Right. Later. See you!”

You smiled as you closed your notebook shut before you switched off the desk lamp and dive into the comfort of your bed. Within a few minutes, you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up at exactly 7am ready for school, but feeling lethargic as you were you sat on your bed with your eyes closed for another few minutes; mentally cursing yourself for sleeping this late.

“Tired?”

You shot up at your soulmate’s words and rushed to the toilet, preparing for school.

“No!”

“Sure.” He teased.

You grabbed your breakfast left on the dining table and your bag before you rushed out to school. Time check: 8:20am you are 10 minutes away from being late and you are just outside the campus library. You were literally scrambling to the lecture theatre and you really couldn’t be bothered about how much of a mess you look like at all now. As you ran past the library’s door, the door flunk open and a tall boy walked out. Before you could look up, you felt your head hit his chest.

“AH. I’m sorry!!! I gotta go, i’m late for class!” You said as you looked up.

Damn. He looks great.

But you were really in a rush to continue staring, before the boy can even speak you already ran off like a rocket.

“Wow, she ran off already.. And who did my soulmate see that she found handsome?” Wonwoo muttered before he zoned back not knowing that whoever bumped into him was his soulmate. Before he continued walking to the canteen, he found a notebook lying on the floor.

“Huh? Whose is this…?” He picked it up, but uncertain if he should open the notebook to check whose notebook it was.

“I don’t think it’s nice to open someone’s notebook without permission.. But how else can i return it?” Wonwoo muttered as he fiddled with the notebook.

“Whatever, i should return it.”

Deciding on returning the notebook, he opened up the notebook and flipped a few pages before he stopped on one page.

It read:

It seems like a lifetime ago that i began searching for you.

You, who my love seems never ending for; that went far beyond what i thought i could love.

When i am with you, i want for nothing.

Wonwoo’s eyes widen as he pushed his spectacles up. He found you.

The clock struck 12 noon as lecture has ended, you started packing up your lecture materials before you head to the canteen for lunch and then head home. However, you realised your notebook is missing and started panicking.

“Oh my goodness, where is my notebook?” You whispered as you searched your bag. The more you searched, the more you panic. Suddenly, you heard a voice in your head.

“Looks like someone lost her notebook?”

What? How did he know? Oh, right he can feel whatever you feel maybe that’s why he knows that you lost your notebook.

“Gosh, all my schedules are inside.. What am i gonna do with it now?”

No, wait. Hold up, how did he specifically know that it’s your NOTEBOOK?

“How did you know?!”

“Because i have it.”

Your eyes widened as you gasped.

“Where did i drop it?!”

“This morning.”

You traced back your memory before remembering that you bumped into a guy outside the library this morning.

“WHAT. That was you?!” you gasped trying to remember how he looked like. Though he was extremely good looking, you couldn’t remember the face of a guy you met for perhaps, 20 seconds.

“Yes. Since we can’t arrange a meet up, my favourite place is the campus library.”

You seemed to get the hint though you weren’t sure what time to go. But you decided to try your luck every morning anyway. Before you got your notebook back, you can only rely on your memory for the schedules.

The following day, you can to school extra early and by 7.30am you were already in the campus library and even chose a seat that is eye-catching from every corner deliberately so that Wonwoo will be able to see you.

You waited and waited. It was already 8.15am, you really have to head to class but Wonwoo wasn’t there. You knew he wasn’t there even though you weren’t exactly sure how he looked like but you just knew. You stood up and walked to the door, looking down, to exit feeling defeated. Yet again, before you knew it, the door swung open and you bumped into a tall guy.

“Where are you going, Y/N? Don’t you want your notebook back?”

You were shocked to hear your name as you looked up. A tall guy wearing spectacles and holding a pink notebook. It was the guy from yesterday, your soulmate! Your heart bloomed in happiness almost immediately.

“W-Wonwoo?”

“Hi Y/N, thank you for finding me good-looking.”

“W-wha-what?” you stuttered while blushing furiously.

“I heard your heart yesterday when you bumped into me yesterday at roughly the same timing.”

Your face was completely red by now and you were so embarrassed.

“C-can i have my notebook back? I have to go for class! Um, i will see you around i guess.” you muttered before grabbing your notebook and sped off.

Wonwoo turned to the way you sped off as his lips curled into a smile.

Cute.

You settled down once you reached the lecture theatre and you opened your notebook. You were extremely surprised to find a post-it on the page you written your feelings on.

“To. Y/N

Hi Y/N~ I’m Wonwoo! Here is my number.

XXX-XXXXXX-XX

Text me soon!”

Your lips curled into a smile as you closed your notebook, ready for lesson. The entire lecture, your mind kept drifting elsewhere and you couldn’t pay attention at all.

“Hey, listen during lecture.”

You were surprised to hear Wonwoo’s voice, nevertheless you tried your best to pay attention until lecture is over.

“I can’t focus.”

“Just listen! Remember to text me too.”

After hearing his words, you started to get impatient, waiting for lecture to end. Once lecture ended, you took your phone out immediately and keyed in his number before you texted Wonwoo.

“I’m Y/N. I just ended lecture.”

“That’s great, i’m already at the canteen. Come look for me.”

You bit your lip as you strutted towards the canteen, feeling like your heart is about to rupture. As you approach the canteen, you weren’t sure where he was especially when there were so many people. But as you looked around, a boy wearing a grey sweater with spectacles caught your eye.

There he was. You walked towards him and took a seat in front of him as you looked down feeling extremely shy.

“Hi.. I’m Y/N”

“You sound cuter in person. Looks like you are a year 1 student?”

His words caught your attention as you looked up feeling confused,

“Are you not year 1?”

You weren’t sure about his age at all, you just assumed that he was the same age as you. The only thing you knew was that he was in the same college as you. You laughed as at how silly you were, automatically assuming he was the same age as you after knowing he was in the same college as you.

“Y/N, i’m about to graduate.”

You widen your eyes, if you could verbally say “???” you totally would.

“I automatically assumed you were my age… then i thought you might be a year or two older than me. I just didn’t think you’d be a graduating student..”

Wonwoo smiled as he reached for your hands.

“Graduating or not, i will be seeing you for the rest of my life.”

You subconsciously break into a smile as you held his hand back.

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daddyconfessions · 4 years

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daddy’s journal: 3/3/16

journal entry 2/26 journal entry 2/17

Monday Feb 22 Bubbles text me first thing that morning. She wanted to see if I was available Wednesday afternoon. I was :) She told me we could have a late lunch wherever I wanted and of course we could have some fun afterwards. I picked one of the most happening spots in town and the date was set.

I like that about Bubbles. She has no problem being seeing out with me. No place is off limits. The restaurant I picked is one I’d tried to take Firecracker, but she had respectfully declined. She’s scared who’d see her. “I know a lot of people and it could hurt my reputation,” or some bullshit like that she had said. We’ve been together almost 7 months now and it’s still a problem.

Not Bubbles though. She was down for whatever. If things worked out, I would reward her for it. But not yet. It was still too early. We’ve only been at this barely a month. I’d give it another month and then see where we were. I plan on keeping FC. She depends on my allowance to pay her rent and other miscellaneous bills so I can’t just cut her off. I do still care for her. But there will be no more Louis bags and shoes and definitely no more Celine bags. I had tried to get her out of town but I wasn’t really interested any more in taking her. I’m putting all that on Bubbles if she stays consistent. We’ll see.

Tuesday Feb 23 It was almost close to noon when Firecracker sent me a text wanting to reschedule our meet. She wanted to move it to Thursday. Also, she hadn’t gotten dressed yet. Something about oversleeping and wouldn’t have enough time to get ready. It was cool. She’s my princess. She can do no wrong. That’s one of the handicaps with dating a 22 year old. They always sleep to noon. 1pm. I’m used to it.

Late afternoon I hit up my contact at the museum. Wanted to see if I had landed the contract. She came back after an hour and told me I had lost out on the bid. Damn. I could have really used their business. Then I started ticking off in my mind all the reasons why I might have lost out on the deal. Everything from logo design, stationary to bidding too low. I probably was overreacting so I shrugged it off. Deals come and go. One thing I know is I need to find me a new assistant. Even with my job situation being shaky, I still need a soldier to carry out my bidding. I think I’ll start looking for one next week.

I was feeling a little down since I hadn’t seen Firecracker and had lost out on the contract. Rough start for the week. I picked up the phone and texted Kim. Her pic she’d sent was still in my mind. She answered right away. We did the usual back and forth before setting up a time and place. Then I decided to turn up the heat a bit. I told her I wanted to be her SD. She took several minutes to respond. “Yes baby sounds good.” I told her she was just saying that. But she replied, “No, I would like to.” I was just doing it for sport.

Its hard enough turning a stripper into a girlfriend or SB, but add in a pimp and its almost impossible. Beyond the money you have to break the hold her pimp has on her. Unless you’re another pimp good luck. You have to restore her self-worth. Restore her self esteem. Show her that she deserves to keep the money she makes and not give it to a man. I could go on and on. But I painted a pic of how she wouldn’t have to work as hard, etc., Kim didn’t really respond. Just said “Ok.” She told me she definitely wanted to see me and that I should text her when I get the room.

The problem with seeing escorts is the only want to come after you’ve gotten the room. A bloke could be sitting in the room for an hour or more waiting. I told her to just start heading my way and by the time she got close I’d have the room and stuff. Kim said she would but I knew she wouldn’t.

I left work and headed to the hotel. I was kind of excited to see Kim. It had been almost two weeks. I got the room, went inside and flopped down behind my laptop to kept working. Well actually I was sending out resumes. My job situation had me shaky. I figured she’d be at least 30 minutes later. But I was wrong. About 40 minutes later she texted and said traffic was bad. She even sent a pic of the bumper to bumper traffic.

That was the last I ever heard from her. About 20 minutes after her last text which put me at an hour of waiting, I sent her a text asking where she was. No answer. I waited another 10 minutes and texted again. Nothing. Fuck it. Tuesday’s just not my day. Surely the sugar gods have come to collect on the successful weeks were there was a different girl every day. I packed up my laptop and bounced.

That’s the end for Kim.

I wasn’t looking forward to my date with Bubbles the next day. I was still tired and feeling some type of way with these chicks cancelling on me. Plus I was tired from working all weekend closing one of our business locations. Still I managed to pop by the barber to get my hair right. Get the scraggy hair off my face and trim the goatee. Popped by the cleaners before it closed to pick up my clothes. My assistant used to pick it up for me but sans assistant I had to do it myself. I went home and exfoliated the face with some peach scrub. By 11pm that night, I was ready for my date with Bubbles despite the probability she might cancel. I didn’t feel like blogging on tumblr either. Too tired. I wanted to do my journal entry (February 2/24) but I was beat.

Wednesday Feb 24 I jumped up and got dressed in some Polo jeans and sweater, Polo shirt, nice shirt underneath. My wife was combing my daughter’s hair in our room. “You look nice dad,” my daughter told me. Means a lot coming from her. She’s 12 and has no filter. She’s had me changing clothes more than once. By the time I finished getting dressed, my daughter had left the room.

“When am I going to get some dick,” my wife asked. I was like uhhhh. “You been slacking lately.” Damn I probably ain’t hit in almost 2 months. And she won’t be getting any this week either. “Soon baby,” I said. “Soon.”

I’d been at work a couple of hours when Bubbles texted me. She confirmed our date. An hour before I was about to leave the CEO and CFO invited me into a conference call with some Russians. I was thinking they were just some Russians as in living in the United States. But no, we were doing a video conference with some chaps in St. Petersburg. With business so shoddy in the states, the big boys were turning to Russia for opportunities. I kind of liked it, but I also knew that could possibly mean a trip to Russia in the future for me. An hour later the call was still going. Now I’m starting to sweat bullets. I have to meet Bubbles in 30 minutes or so. Looks like I was going to have push things to 2pm with her. I hoped my rescheduling didn’t kill things. But the sugar gods decided to redeem themselves from the day before. Bubbles texted me before I could text her, telling me she was running late. She’d got out of class late and was on her way to her car.

Thirty minutes later she text again to say she would need an additional 15 minutes. So we ended up pushing the whole thing to 2pm anyway.

When the meeting was over, the big boys wanted to talk. Fuck! After 15 minutes they dismissed us and we all left. I went and locked up my office and hit the parking garage. Half hour later I pulled up to the restaurant. Even though it was after lunch, there were Range Rovers, couple of Rolls Royce’s, and a Aston Martin in the valet section. I went in and she was there sitting on a bench. Looking pretty af. Even better, waiting for me daddy : )

Instinctively I walked up and when she looked up and bent over and gave her a full kiss on the lips. She gave a little tongue back. The hostesses, 3 of them actually, were looking like WTF? I love this life sometimes. They came alive too and hurried up and found us a table.

It was nice walking into the restaurant with Bubbles. She was completely unbothered by being seen with me which somehow validated how I felt about myself at the moment. I was Polo’d down, feeling dapper. The waitress showed us to a cozy table. Part of me wanted to sit right next to B, but I sat across from her instead so I could stare into those pretty brown eyes.

Lunch was fabulous. We talked about everything seemingly. You know you’re into someone when the world around you ceases to exist and you’re both leaning forward looking into each others eyes about to kiss. By the end of the date she was touching my hand again. Laughing up every other thing I said. She was either genuinely into me or this girl had some helluva game. Girls like bubbles bring the best out of me. I already wanted to take her shopping. That little beat up car she had I wanted to replace. I want to spoil her rotten. She’s the kind of girl you just want to be with. Hang out with. Sex is secondary. When you see her you just want to hug and kiss on her. Hang out her place, when she’s in sweats and no makeup and just watch TV and eat Cheetos and shit. I’m rambling. Either way I was on her hook and I planned on staying there for the foreseeable future.

We both realized it was time to head to the hotel. Half hour later we were kissing in the hotel room. I love the way Bubbles kisses. She likes to suck my tongue when she kisses. She also likes to try and shove her tongue down my throat too. I don’t know why but I love that shit. Bubbles barely got off her shoes pants and underwear before I pushed her onto the desk in the room. She looked at me with the quizzical look as I sat down in the desk chair in front of her. I grabbed both legs and lifted them up, spreading her wide, until her feet were resting on desk. I dove right into that pretty pink muff, assaulting the clit with my tongue. I rotated between sucking it and licking it. Bubbles fell back onto the wall behind the desk and grabbed my head. She looked down at me with this mean look on her face. I couldn’t quite decipher it but it didn’t matter. I was licking that kitty like it was no tomorrow. I took two fingers and slid them in. It took a bit of effort since that kitty’s so tight. I lifted my fingers up and went back and forth firmly as I kept thrashing the clit with my tongue. Suddenly her hand fell off my head and she grabbed my ear. “Eat my fucking pussy” she demanded. I looked up and her head fell back on the wall and her eye closed. Her stomach bounced up/down rapidly and she twitched a little. Babygirl had cum.

Bubbles was multi-orgasmic so I just kept on going repeating what I’d done to make her cum. Her legs got tired of being on the desk, so one fell off. I took my hand out of the kitty and lifted her leg so that it was resting on my shoulder. I moved in closer to make it more comfortable. I took her other foot and moved it so that it could rest on my other shoulder. Then I slid my fingers back and went to work again. She came once more and slumped down on the desk. She nearly fell off too. Time to move to the bed.

Bubbles has a female roommate who she fucks from time to time. I usually take whatever a SB says and multiply it by two to get the real story which means they’re probably tribbing quite often. Or, she’s has another female she’s seeing regularly. And girls make the best kitty lickers. So…I had to show out. As I said in my last journal entry, winning over Bubbles would take more than just money. In the end its all for sport. Even if I fail, I would have had fun trying.

We started kissing when we got to the bed. Bubbles was licking my face and lips, trying to taste that kitty. She’s so nasty. As she laid back and went at that kitty again. I couldn’t tell if my face was wet from her kitty or from all the saliva she’d left trying to taste it.

After one more nut, I slapped on a condom. I got the tip in before she started wincing and moving back. She just couldn’t take the dick. I took my time, roughly a few minutes before I was able to get it in and get a decent motion. “God your dick is so fucking fat…” she said. I noticed Bubbles likes to get vulgar when I with her. Kind of like it. We tried intercourse but after a few minutes she asked if I could finish in her mouth. I said yes but I kept on stroking. I shifted angles and was able to get further inside. She seemed to like it. “Just keep on fucking me like that…” she said. And I did, trying to get more of me in her. But still she threw in the towel and we switched. She got on her knees in between my legs and shared her knowledge. I came in less than a minute. This girl’s enlightened I tell you.

She sat back and rubbed both my legs and asked, “Was that good baby.” I looked up just in time to see a drop of cum slide down the side of her mouth. She chuckled and swiped it up with a finger. She put it in her mouth and smiled. “I never lose drop.”

God I love this girl.

That night Firecracker hit me up. We exchanged about 2 or 3 text before we set up a time for Thursday. I was looking forward to it actually. Firecracker’s got some good pussy for a 22 year old. I can’t wait to see my princess.

Bubbles texted too. Thank me for a wonderful date. I thanked her for making an old man feel special. Making me feel good. She told me I wasn’t old and that age was just a number. She said I was very handsome and that she was glad she’d met me. “And you got some good oral skills too,” she added. Not sure if she gassing me up or not, but I liked it.

Thursday Feb. 25. More bullshit from Firecracker. She hit me up around noon asking if she could be a little late to the meeting. She had to do some school stuff. 2 hours later she just cancelled altogether. WTF? I’m sure what happened is she slept until noon instead of getting up and running her errands. When I said a few things about it she was like, “Its not big deal. We still have Friday, Saturday and Sunday.”

Then I got upset. She’s being disrespectful. Well I should say she’s not respecting my time. I do a lot to juggle things so that I can be with her. Princess is a priority. So for her to just minimize my shit to “it’s no big deal” had me feeling some type of way.

And no we didn’t have Saturday and Sunday. Saturday I was hooking up with Bubbles again. Sunday was family day.

No tumblr blogging tonight.

Friday Feb 26th Around noon Firecracker knocks on the hotel room door. I let her in…She’s a trainwreck. Eyes watery, makeup done enough just to be ok for our meet. She tells me how her cycle is coming and she’s been crying all day over little shit. I sat on the bed and pulled her to me. I told her “You is fine and You is beautiful and You is Smart and You is having a bad day…” we both laughed. I told her we could cancel but she said she didn’t want to. “You can’t be rough today,” she smiled.

Lately I had turned it up a bit with her. Hair pulling, choking, spanking. In the 6 months I’ve known her she’s matured a lot both mentally, physically and sexually. I picked up on the fact that her fuckboy’s were weak. The latest had been scared to really fuck her because she was so pretty. He treated her like a precious gift, but really she wanted to be manhandled. She wanted a man to run that pussy. I lowkey accepted the new requirement and had stepped up my game.

But today, she just needed to be loved. I ate the kitty and usually after two orgasms she tries to scoot away. I had my hands around her legs and stomach. When the third one was near I clamped down. As anticipated she tried to run, but she could go nowhere. “Baby I can’t take anymore….” But I was merciless. “Baby baby stop,” but I refused. I told her if she felt like peeing to go ahead. She looked up and gave me that “how do you know look”. Then she said, “No. I’m not doing that. No.”

I set her free she scattered across the bed from me like she was scared suddenly. I coaxed her back over to me then I spent a few minutes kissing and rubbing her body all over. I sucked where appropriate – neck, breast, earlobes. Then went inside her and I stayed there for a good 20 mintes. Just fucking her and fucking her and fucking her. Its like her body was calling me. She came twice before I finally did. Afterwards I lay beside her, sweating profusely from all the work. FC did something surprising; she rolled over and laid on me. She’s never done that. I took her in my arms and held her tight. After a few moments, probably minutes, I could tell she was crying still. I took her by the chin and raised her head up. “Are you crying?” I asked. She nodded.

Now I’m worried. I’ve been around lots of women. So I’ve seen the symptoms of being on period. But my princess was crying a little too much. I’m suspecting something else is going on. But now is not the time to talk about it.

About 30 minutes later FC was getting dressed. She was happy. Bouncing around the room, talking shit about this and that. Back to her old self. No tears. All the shit she said she wouldn’t be doing that night, had changed to I’m going here. Then me and my girls are going there. Then we’ll probably end up over there.

That’s my baby.

Before she left I pulled her to me. I asked her if anyone had hurt her. She shrugged and said no. Then I dug deeper. I asked if any fuckboy had hurt her. Or, had her ex-boyfriend come back and hurt her?

But she said it was nothing. Blamed it all on her period. We said our goodbyes. She made it to her car before I did mine. She backed out and peeled off. Suddenly she was on a mission. I was really confused now.

That night I hooked up with some of the recently laid off co-workers. One of them was the Oracle. She said she would get there early if I wanted to go ahead and come. So I took the opportunity. I needed to run this Firecracker stuff by her.

We ended up meeting at the same place I’d taken Bubbles on our first date. Crazy. Me and the Oracle were the only ones there. After a brief catchup I asked her about FC. Told her the whole story about missing our dates and including her crying in the room.

The Oracle was like, “Three things likely happened. Her boyfriend managed to get back in with her and hurt her. Or she met some new dude that hurt her feelings or, it really was her period. I mean I been cranky and tearful before when I was on my period. Not wanting to leave the house. Just sitting around crying. Or, it could be a combination of 2 of the three. My gut tells me she’s having some man problems.”

I raised my margarita glass. The Oracle raised hers. We clicked them and I said, “I got to talk to you more often.” She smiled. “Yes you do! But I wouldn’t worry about her. Sounds like you got her mind right. Got her feeling good about herself. That’s what you’re there for big Daddy.” We both chuckled.

Saturday Feb 27th Bubbles text and cancelled our date for that afternoon. It was cool. I was still a little hung over from the night before. And after working all last weekend I just wanted to lie around the house and do nothing. By this point I was used to being cancelled on.

I ended up sleeping all day. My wife came home that afternoon and got in the bed with me and went to sleep as well. I don’t think I’ve laid around the house all day in almost a year. Felt good. Then I got a weird text. It ended up being one of my other co-workers. My plug! My Cohibas had come in. He sent a pic too

Just in time too. I was down to my last 2. Fresh

Not a bad end to a rough week…..

#sugar tales #daddy's journal

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imaginekpoplikethis · 7 years

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7 years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 9

Early (but not early since it's 11pm here) updateeee. I honestly feel like I can't go two parts without making something bad happen.

Shall I stop the drama or shall I continue with it??? I don't really know, so I need you guys to let me know your thoughts on it.

Thanks for reading. Love you guys!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 - Here Part 10.1 Part 10.2 Part 10.3 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 - Final

You would like to say you survived through all the screaming from your family and best friend but to be totally honest it felt like you had been dragged through hell and back. You were sure that one of your ears had been damaged in the process.

Your mother seemed to be ecstatic with the news that you were dating Jungkook. Her 18 year-old daughter had finally managed to get her first boyfriend and it just so happened to be the one boy she adored as if he were her own son.

She made it sound like you were completely hopeless when it came to relationships.

When you had video called Areum and filled her in on what had happened, she smirked, which was something that shocked you to great lengths. Then she demanded you give her Shinee's new album and that was when it clicked in your head. You had made a bet, hadn't you? Who would have thought you would actually lose? Apparently Areum had.

You had to reassure her that you would definitely hold up your side of the deal and she begun cheering, jumping up and down. When she had finished celebrating, she begun to congratulate you which, in all honesty, kind of embarrassed you. She was making it out like it was some kind of life changing event. When you voiced your thoughts, she claimed it was and gushed over the next step of your relationship.

"It's been less than two hours, Areum."

Blinking, she closed in on the camera, staring straight at you. It made you mildly uncomfortable.

"Two hours is a long time! Soon it will be four and then eight and before you know it, you'll be married and have kids."

How she got from eight hours to marriage is beyond you.

"Are you psychic or something? What do you mean marriage? You actually think we'll last that long?"

Energetically nodding her head, she swung around on her seat before laying her eyes on you again.

"If I'm being honest, I don't think you guys will ever have a major fight now that your together. You've just known each other too long so you understand the intentions behind each others actions. Even if you hurt each other, which is highly unlikely, there will always be a valid reason behind it."

"Do you analyse your schoolwork like you do with my relationship? That could pass as an essay."

Areum chuckled and you thought over what she had said. You understood what she was getting at. You would never intentionally hurt Jungkook, not because he was now your boyfriend but because you didn't want to lose his trust and friendship. If you ever came to a point where you broke up, you would want to be able to continue being close friends.

Why were you already thinking about breakups?

"Anyway, Y/N. I need to finish the maths homework. I'll see you in school tomorrow. Bye!"

She waved at the camera before ending the call, leaving you staring at the screen in thought.

Despite what Areum had said, you still felt that it was possible you would end up hitting a bump in your relationship. The thought made your stomach turn.

It would probably be better to avoid thinking about topics like that.

Heading to school the next day, you weren't as excited as you thought you would be. Possibly because you had spent so long freaking out last night. You were drained, having got no sleep. Not even ten minutes.

Upon arriving at the schools entrance, you felt a couple of eyes on you. People were still feeding off of your fight with Hye Mi apparently. Trudging to your classroom, you slid the door open to find Jungkook asleep on his desk and three girls from your class sitting around him. Upon closer inspection, you realised they were admiring your boyfriend.

Too tired to actually care, you slumped into your seat. It wasn't causing you any harm due to the fact that nothing was even happening. You didn't want to have relationship problems on your official first day of dating. Instead you focused your attention on your unopened messages. You hadn't gotten a chance to check them as you were dedicating your morning to trying to keep awake long enough to leave the house.

Areum had messaged you asking if you had remembered to bring your homework, to which you replied a quick 'yep, thanks Areum.' Your next message happened to be from none other than the idiot currently sleeping on the other side of the class.

'Hey, Princess. Make sure to come to school early.'

So much for that. Glancing in his direction, you took in his dozing, slumped figure. You should probably wake him up.

Dialling his number, you watched as he shot up in his seat and whipped his head from side to side in confusion. When he realised his phone was ringing, he all but wrenched it out of his pocket, answering the call without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" He croaked his greeting through the phone, taking notice of the dumbfounded girls seated around him. Sending them a slightly dirty look, they hopped up and shuffled away, embarrassed to be caught staring.

"Rise and shine, Jeon." Hearing your voice coming from within his phone and the other side of the classroom, you were pleasantly surprised to witness a grin spread on his face at the realisation.

Hanging up on you, he scraped his chair back and stuffed his hands in his pockets, strolling to your desk whilst emitting a cool aura. Taking his usual seat in front of you, Jungkook draped his arms on the backrest of his chair and then laid his head upon them. Gazing up at you from between his eyelashes, he presents you with a faint but handsome smile.

"I can't believe you fell asleep after ordering me to come to school early. That's impolite."

A boyish laugh escaped him and the corners of his eyes crinkled the tiniest bit, taking on a more crescent shape. He reached his hand out towards your hair, grabbing a lock of hair and twisting it between his fingers.

"You're pretty when you're annoyed..."

Huffing, you let your eyes fall to the side, avoiding making eye contact with him.

"Are you implying that I'm not usually pretty? Wow, I am so lucky to date you." You tried to suppress the grin that was threatening to make itself present but Jungkook still noticed.

"My princess is always pretty." You pushed his face to the side and stuck your tongue out, scrunching your face up in mild disgust. Jungkook merely chuckled at your reaction, his plan to make you flustered succeeding.

"Major cringe alert. Please refrain from saying things like that. At least in public." A sly smirk replaced his grin and he wiggled his eyebrows.

"So you wouldn't mind if we were alone? Noted. I'll save it all for when we're alone." What kind of nonsense is he spouting now? Grabbing his ear, you gave it a quick tug which caused him to release your hair and place his hands on yours. He winced in slight pain but his smirk never left his face.

"Pervert. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours." Releasing his ear from your grip, you rested your head on the palm of your hand and stared right back at him. His bunny-like grin grew and a delicate smile spread on your lips. You hadn't taken notice of the students who filed into class until your teacher had arrived, calling everyone to their seats.

Jungkook reluctantly stood from the seat in front you and returned it to the slightly annoyed and intimidated student who lingered beside the desk. Ignoring said student, he placed his hand on your head affectionately and bent down, pecking your lips. A wave of loud whispers emerged from the rest of the class and you hung your head, letting your hair partially cover your now reddening face.

Jungkook seemed to be having a hard time fighting the blush that was slowly spreading over his cheeks.

By the time lunch had come around, you were sure everyone had heard the news of your relationship. Obviously, this irked you as it was your private buisness. You supposed it was unavoidable. Jungkook was the schools most difficult and intimidating student whilst you were one of the best students. Of course news like this would spread like a forest fire amongst teenagers. This information didn't stop you from feeling self-conscious. You had almost adjusted to the few stares you used to receive but having everyone's eyes on you whilst you were trying to eat your lunch was another story.

Areum seemed to notice that you were on edge as she tapped you on the arm. Looking up at you with concern filled eyes, she offered you a worried smile.

"Y/N? Are you uncomfortable?" That seemed to gain Jungkook's attention as he immediately stopped his conversation with Seokjin and studied you. His face remained blank but the worry he held in his eyes was evident.

"I'm fine. I just... don't really like all the unnecessary staring." You stabbed your fork into a piece of meat, a light sigh leaving your lips. Jungkook's eyebrows creased and his head shot up to the many students staring with no shame. Sending death stares in every direction, he clenched his jaw and balled his fists. This didn't go unnoticed by the nosy students and they each turned back to their food, terrified at the holes Jungkook was burning into the back of their heads.

When he was satisfied with the outcome of his actions, he switched his focus back onto you and flicked your forehead. You flinched and placed a hand on your head, peering up at him.

"Don't let these pieces of shit get to you."

Taehyung's face moved into your line of sight and he grinned at you. "Yeah! We'll deal with them later!" Giggling, you felt yourself relax at their somewhat reassuring words.

"Deal with them later? Please don't."

Areum nudged you and you turned to face her, a determined look set on her face.

"Don't worry, from now on I'll protect you too."

Areum was just too cute for words. Your smile broadened into a warm grin and you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in for a quick hug.

"Gosh you're adorable."

Jungkook let out a small whine, grabbing your attention.

"What about me?"

You pinched his cheek and he frowned at the childish way you were treating him in.

"I guess you are too."

You decided to enjoy the good weather as much as you could and convinced Areum to come with you to the nearby bubble tea café after school. She was currently gushing over your interaction with Jungkook this morning, having caught word of it in the school hallway.

"You guys are so cute! You're not too clingy but you don't awkwardly avoid each other either. You're right in the middle." Rolling your eyes, you felt your cheeks heat up for the second time that day. Areum rambled on and you opted to listen to her in silence.

When you arrived at your destination, you told her to find a table whilst you ordered your drinks. The line was longer than you had expected it to be so you ended up waiting for ten minutes. As soon as you were presented with your order, you grabbed both cups and searched for Areum. It took you awhile to spot her and when you did you had to refrain from gaping in shock. A boy you didn't recognise had wrapped an arm around her shoulders and seemed to be chatting away, not taking notice of her extremely uncomfortable figure. Speed walking to the table they were situated at, you caught the last part of the conversation.

"Come on, you don't have to lie to me. You're obviously here alone. I think you're pretty cute so let's go chill out somewhere else. Get to know each other." He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive way and you had to stop yourself from giving him a good punch to the head.

"Actually, she's not here alone. She's got company so do you mind leaving? Thanks." You tried to remain as polite as possible but this boy just screamed 'douche'.

"What's wrong baby, you can join us too. Don't be a cock-blocking bitch."

Yeah, he's definitely a douche.

Placing your drinks on the table, you wrapped your hand around his arm and slowly lifted it from Areum's shoulder.

"Well, I'm going to be a cock-blocking bitch and maybe even a batshit crazy bitch if you don't leave my friend alone." He seemed to be taken aback by your reply but soon recovered and stood up, looming over you in what you assumed was meant to be intimidating. It didn't work since he was quite literally a centimetre taller than you.

"Y/N, stop! Please don't get into trouble for me again." You took notice of Areum's extremely worried tone and your determination wavered. You returned your attention back to the problem at hand when you heard him scoff at Areum's innocent plead. This only angered you further.

"Just leave before I lose my shit."

"Woah, what's with the hostility? Maybe I should to teach you some manners..." Proceeding to grab your wrist, he narrowed his eyes at you, daring you to fight back. You felt the grip on your wrist tighten and you were jerked forward, making contact with the boys chest. Right when you were going to show him what hostility looked like, another hand grabbed his wrist in a vice like grip and you looked up to find Jungkook's seething face.

"That's my job. Who the fuck are you and why are your hands on my girl? Can't she have a fucking drink with her friend without lowlife shits like you bothering them?"

The boy stiffened and released your wrist, your hand unconsciously rubbing the partially sore mark that was left.

"J-jeon?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and you noticed the knuckles on the hand that was around the boys wrist were turning white.

"Yeah, what? Have you got something to say?"

The boy threw his arm out of Jungkook's grasp and took a couple of steps back.

"Not really, I was just leaving..." Navigating his way around Jungkook, he avoided all eye contact with you and shuffled out of the café. It was then that you noticed everyone's eyes were on you for the umpteenth time that day. Quickly glancing in Areum's direction, you saw Jimin calming her down. Sitting down opposite them, you placed your hands on your head and let out a heavy sigh. Movement from your right side let you know that Jungkook was now sitting beside you. He enveloped you in a hug and buried his face into your hair, mumbling to you.

"Forget about everyone. They don't matter..." Nodding your head, you wound your arms around his waist and embraced him back. After half a minute, you released each other and he grinned at you, grabbing your drink and sipping some. Hitting his arm, you snatched your drink out of his hand.

"Hey! Don't I get a thank you drink?"

You stuck your tongue out at his pouting face and you heard Jimin and Areum chuckle at your childish antics.

"Not mine."

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ktrxs · 5 years

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6.16.19

Yo Hoe Bo

I am disoriented right now and have been for a few hours. Do you know how long it took me to have a decent sleep schedule? To go to bed before midnight, sleep while the moon is out and actually wake up in the morning?

A long ass time. I’ve been sleeping perfectly and awesomely and well for MONTHS. Literal months. And I have been so happy that I go to bed around 11 and wake up before 10am. It’s been GREAT!

Well, let me tell you how I’m currently fucked. and how a girl named Carrie double fucked me over.

She fucked me so hard that the fucking will have a lasting effect on my sleep schedule. She’s that good, folks.

(also Tumblr., I need that linebreak back.)

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So, last week I schedule two showings. One on Sunday at 9am and one on Monday at 1pm.

We also planned to go to Bmore to FINALLY deliver the coffee table to Leah and to start on my art project.

- Side note: my art project is me visiting every single place I lived, taking a picture and then drawing the inside floor plans of what I can remember.

I also had work and a deadline at 2:42am Sunday morning. Look, I don’t make the deadlines. That’s why it’s early AM and is 2:42. Not 2:40. Not 2:45, but 2:42. ANYWAY....

We also needed time to clean, get sleep to wake up early for the showing AND rescue a cat.

So the schedule was:

SATURDAY

8AM - wake the fuck up

9AM - Drive to Bmore

11AM - Arrive in Bmore, do things

7PM - Leave Bmore

9PM - Arrive home and clean

10PM - Do assignment for me

SUNDAY

12AM - Submit assignment and SLEEP

8AM - wake the fuck up and last minute clean

9AM - show the house and sell the house on the spot

Here’s how Saturday went:

9AM - Br finally decides to wake up

10AM - We start driving to Bmore

12PM - Bmore and things

9PM - Leave fucking bmore and decide it’s an all-nighter fo sho

11PM - Arrive home, fall asleep while typing the assignment

1AM - Finally submit assignment and determine that allnighters suck and there’s a better way! We go to sleep NOW. Wake up at 7AM. 6 hours of sleep is better than 0. THEN clean like hell for two hours.

GOOD PLAN RIGHT?

6:30AM - I wake up, eyes burn like hell, head says no, body dead.

7AM - literally fight with Brandon over who needs to get out of bed first so the other one can get out of bed. Then we clean.

8:40AM - Miss fucking Carrie texts me and cancels the showing.

Carrie you fucking vile bitch.

Not only did she fuck me by forcing me to wake up early and clean for her ass, but she also fucked me by throwing off my sleep schedule. Because at

11AM - Fall asleep on couch and don’t wake up until 3pm.

Fuck you, Carrie.

Also this is all in Eastern time. I couldn’t fathom the Central numbers.

Also the showing for tomorrow canceled as well. At least Jeanette had the fucking decency to cancel more than 24 hours beforehand. Can we give a big round of applause for Jeanette?

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It’s fine. I’m fine. But I am salty. I wanted to send her a worded text message, but if there’s a chance she’ll give me coin, I’ll be nice. Ugh if I didn’t want this house to sell asap, I would fucking rip her a new one.

Still salty.

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I am going to use this time to get to work. I am probably going to be nocturnal for a while and I’m pissed, yes, but not scared. The night soothes me and it’s my natural element. Maybe I can get my ass on a roll with the moon.

I need to sit down and work. I’ve been avoiding my laptop. I feel that I am behind. That I’ll never catch up. It’s funny thinking this way. Like I’m soooooooo old at 24. That people younger than me are killing it and I feel like shit over that.

I have to stop comparing myself to them. My journey has been very very different.

So, I’m going to get some work done while I’m nocturnal. And see what happens.

I want to create a mini app where its a tiny log of your productivity day.

Just:

Exercise:

Worked on:

Learned:

Read:

Every success, productivity, self-improvement book I have ever read (And I have read A LOT), tells me that every day you should read, learn and exercise on top of your actual work.

Exercise is good to keep you healthy, relieve stress and help you think through difficult problems.

Continuously learning new things and skills will keep you on top of your career, make you more marketable and advance you to new heights. So, always be studying something or always have a class you’re attending.

Reading every day helps expand your mind and vocabulary as well as teaches you skills. Nonfiction books are recommended to help your life. And yes, reading a book that teaches you something can count in the learning section. So go get personal finance, nutrition, career success, personal development, business or any other book in your field.

Fiction books are great too to help relieve stress and to focus on a different world for a while!

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I’m cooking Chinese food today. I have the rice cooking. Vegetables steamed. And I'm going to make eggrolls and throw everything together. Get in my stomach.

I also finally made Dr. Greger’s drink after collecting ingredients for months lol. It’s very tart because I halved the erythritol he said to use. I only did so because I got powdered and not granulated. So, I figure halve it?

The recipe calls for 8tsp, so next time I’ll use 6tsp and see what’s up.

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theleftoverurl · 6 years

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As is our new routine, when I got out of bed, Kate was in the living room/kitchen to greet me. Because it was a nice day, we went for a stroll down to Coog on the lookout for doggos. There was the fluffiest black poodle outside Barzura but apart from that not much. The tide was quite low yesterday morning, so the baths actually looked quite appealing but we weren’t in the mood for a swim. We went to Coo Pav for a morning coff instead and I had a raspberry friand. Then we walked down to the rocky section of the beach and I got to climb my rock for the first time since I have arrived in Sydney. It’s so peaceful up on my rock, and despite the fact that people are nearby, it feels just isolated enough that you can watch the coastline and the many colours of the ocean, listen to music and reflect.

Then it was back home to chill for a bit. We ate the leftover rice paper rolls that Veronica had made the night before for dinner, and I realized that I had to start prepping for my first time cooking a meal pretty much ever. I have dabbled in baked eggs and other small meals but I have never had the pressure of providing edible and decent quality food to a group of people and I was lowkey feeling it. I was also keen to try prove myself though. After lunch, Kate went to prepare her schedule for her classes and I caught the bus to Coles (Woollies is closer but I can’t be fucked walking with all the groceries, therefore Coles is actually more convenient for being slightly further away) to buy groceries for what I was intending (according to the recipe) to be a Pad Thai but ended up just being a noodle stir fry type of thing.

The first issue I encountered was that Coles doesn’t sell vermicelli. This was a bit of a problem, and so I had to go to the Asian supermarket next door and buy what looked to be rice noodles but I wasn’t really sure. This turned out to be the major snag of my dish, as the noodles kept disintegrating as I was frying them and the noodles + tofu was only $3.80 which should probably have been my first warning sign. Anyway I bought all the ingredients for my prawn pad thai/stir fry and headed home.

Once I was home, even though it was only 2pm, I wanted to start prepping because I was worried about timing for the whole thing. I sliced all of the vegetables, made the sauce (the second problem being there was not enough sauce so I ended up having to make 3 rounds of it as I was frying the noodles) and it all went quite smoothly although it took 1.5h which is definitely too much time to prepare what should have been a simple dinner. Then I tried to do some pre-work for med to kill time till fry-time but I have been slightly demoralized in terms of my medical life because my portfolio was so dismal which has made me worry I’m not really cut out for the degree after all. Don’t worry, I’m sure the feeling will pass because it always does, I just get quite affected by negative feedback haha.

I was disappointed by my timetable, because I guess I just didn’t really think about the consequences of picking a hospital for placement so far from where I live. I start at 7:30am every Tuesday, meaning that I have to be on the bus at like 6am which is ridiculously early and I also have 5h gaps in the middle of my day where I will be stuck in Kogarah and probably the hospital with Kuheli and nothing to do. Maybe it will help my study life and make me work a bit harder/I will be less behind. Who knows? Maybe it will be an opportunity to become really close to my hospital buddies. I kind of hope so but now I really hope they are cool people. Anyway, I suppose only time will tell. I started trying to learn how to analyze chest X-rays from this website linked in Prof. O’Sullivan’s first lecture (see me trying to work ahead) but it was so fucking confusing and I am so bad spatially I really could not for the life of me see the structures being pointed out to me on the website so when Vron came by about to go on a walk I seized my opportunity and tagged along.

We walked down to the Maroubra side of Coogee which for some reason is a place that I have never gone. The ocean was made of beautiful blues and the water was quite rough, so it looked amazing from up on the cliffs. Vron was quite chatty, and I was glad that I got to spend some time with her because I feel like we don’t often spend quality time to chat.

After our walk, I tried to read a bit more of the book I borrowed from Vron. I want to persist at it because it’s by that Japanese-American author who is very renown – Kazuo Ishiguro? Generally I quite like fantasy books but I find the lyrical sort of style of his writing actually quite hard to read. Still eventually I will get through it. Evidently not yesterday because I was so tired from all the walking that I had a 12min nap instead of reading and then my alarm to start cooking woke me up oops.

Lucky Vron was around, because I discovered that we didn’t have cooking oil in the house, so the two of us did a quick walkies down to Woollies to pick up some and also a humongous can of olive oil which will definitely last the flat the whole year. Then I started stir-frying and came across the third major problem with the cooking – the wok/pan I was using was not big enough for the quantity of food I was making so I had to cook all of the components individually and then transfer them into a pot. It actually worked out alright. I found that the noodles did not really soak up the flavor of the sauce, so I reckon that this dish would actually just improve 100% if I had just used less cheap noodles. I just don’t really know what sort to get, but life is a work in progress. Josh was out, but Vron and Kate were super positive about dinner which really helped my spirits and rather small cooking ego. My mum rang and for some reason I didn’t feel like talking to her, so I feel like we didn’t really have a very good quality chat. I stayed on the phone with her purely because I didn’t want to do the dishes lol.

Afterwards there were choc chip biscuits that Vron had made the day before, warmed in the oven and Kate and I had a huge chat – well, Kate read me a huge chat that she’d had the night before with Claudia because she’s worried that Linley’s mad at her. Josh came back and we filled him in a bit on the drama which was funny because he’s so distant from this friendship group and all of the people involved. Listening to the texts just made me love Clauds more because I honestly think out of all the people from the Floor 7 group last year, she is the only one that will end up being my friend – the rest are more Kate’s friends. She’s just one of those good-hearted, normal people and I’m glad for that. I also just don’t understand why if Linley is such a difficult friend because she’s possessive over Max (just boys she fancies in general) and has mood swings and is petty and requires fairly consistent attention people like Kate are still so keen to be her friend. I suppose that she’s very fun when things are working out and she wants to be and that must be enough to make up for all the hang-ups but personally I guess because she isn’t all that interested in me so I haven’t really experienced that fun side I don’t see how that can possibly make up for it.

Then Kate and I forced ourselves to eat a whole mango each because we bought them before and had not even begun to eat them and they really weren’t going to last in the fridge much longer. For some reason the absurdity of eating an entire mango gave me the giggles – maybe it was a sugar high and then I felt bloated and sick so we lay on the couch and watched this ridiculous show called 100% Hot or something. It was like an MTV show where they picked people who dressed badly and unconventionally, got people to rate them terribly, then made them over. It was quite bad because I thought that the people running the show were actually quite mean to the girls they were making over, and I didn’t even think the person in charge of dressing them was any good. We watched the whole show anyway despite noting its trashiness because there wasn’t much else on/to do and we wanted to see what the people looked like after the makeovers. In bed by 11pm, and I had such a good sleep-in till 9am today and then lazing around in bed all morning.

Today Kate’s out visiting Linley (to sort out their friendship problems lowkey, and I’m a bad person for being snide that this show of attention will fix things) and then she’s seeing friends for lunch and dinner so I’ve pretty much got the whole day to myself to kill. For dinner I’m going to this fried chicken place in Barangaroo with Wilson, Will, one of their friends from Ruse (I think) called Eric and potentially Bruce. I hope it goes okay and is a nice night. What to do with myself now though? Maybe I’ll visit my rock. Maybe I’ll even write another entry tomorrow and you will find out, poor Tumblr account stuck with my words. Till the next time.

#personal

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dandelliongirl · 6 years

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Done

and alive.

This year the JLPT was not as much of an Experience with a capital E. I’m sure having done it last year and being familiar with how the test practicalities are conducted helped out a bunch. Also seeing all the nervous fist timers calmed me down a lot. I wasn’t all that nervous and after the exam I wasn’t as tired as last time. I remember being basically brain dead for a couple of days after JLPT last year but we went to have dinner, shop for crossword puzzles and sit at a café before getting on our train back and I was fine. My stomach wasn’t acting up too bad, I felt a bit of a nervous ache but it wasn’t crippling like it was last year. I’m really proud of myself for that even if my score wasn’t much better. I managed to read through all the texts in the reading comprehension and the texts were relatively easy. Grammar was pretty decent as well, but vocab was super difficult. I only got a few ones that I was sure of so it’s basically up to luck what the result will be. Our listening comprehension part sucked because the test supervisor did not know how to use a computer and get the tape to run, and in the end we started it late and the volume was really quiet. The questions were also super difficult so I wasn’t all that confident in my answers either. I’m sure it’s a passing grade from the listening part but it won’t contribute as much to my overall score as I would’ve liked to and as it normally has done. It’ll be a matter of the overall score being too low or then the vocab/grammar section scoring too low I think. Or both. Anyway as of right now I still think this will be the last time and I’m never ever retaking it even if I fail this second time. It costs too much money and evidently no amount of studying is going to help me actually pass the test as it’s all luck anyway so screw that. Who knows though, maybe by the end of January when the results are posted I’ll feel up to doing it again in 2018 but I honestly doubt it..

So that was basically my weekend. All of last week was devoted to finishing up my thesis, revising for the JLPT and going to bed early every night. On Friday I had a ballet class and after class I went to sleep over at home. On Saturday morning we went to get groceries and mum dropped me off to ballet again. After class mum took me to the apartment, I cleaned everything up, took a shower, had something to eat and left for the train. We spent our train ride reading and revising up a storm, and continued that throughout the evening. I slept a bit better this time around but I did wake up because I was cold and kept waking up a few times just because. The exam took all of Sunday and in the evening we had a few hours to kill before our train. I’m glad we booked the later train though - we wouldn’t have made it to the previous one because of the lady’s PC skills.. In the second train we also got to sit in our own allergy compartment with only two seats, peace, quiet and all the leg space in the world.♥

I wasn’t home until 11pm on Sunday. I had something to eat and emptied my bag. This morning I slept in and I’ve been playing a lot of piano. I also continued playing MEA and attempted to get Toy Day info from my villagers in ACNL since I haven’t played yet in December. Didn’t catch Julian or Merry at all and I’m not talking to Felicity because I want her to move out, but the rest of them were nice enough to at least tell me 1/2 if not both pieces of info. I baked some crescent rolls and I’m about to start heading for bed. I need to go to the office tomorrow, and then to ballet in the evening. Then I’m going home for the night again.

So a few more thesis free days until I start to proofread up a storm. I’ve got 1½ weeks until the deadline I’ve set for myself for submitting. Basically I want it out of my hands on the 15th at latest. I can’t believe it’s practically done? I’m sure there’s going to be a lot of reworking during proofreading and after my feedback in January but for now I’ve done pretty damn well to have it finished on time. I’ve put so much effort and so many hours into it and I haven’t taken a single week off since May 2017 and Christmas 2016 before that. I’ve worked damn hard that’s for sure. I just hope it won’t be crushed and that I won’t have to massively rewrite anything else in 2018. It’s been 1½ years of my life already and I want it to be over with.

I’ve been feeling down all day. It’s probably because of all the free time that I have now that half of my day doesn’t go to JLPT stuff. I also miss my guy a lot, and it hurts to know he doesn’t miss me. He even told me that he wouldn’t mind moving into separate apartments once he comes back. I’m kind of wishing he would’ve just moved out and broken up with me because a breakup would’ve been easier to deal with than missing him like crazy for an entire year while he doesn’t care about me anymore, and knowing it’s possible our relationship might never work again.. I know I worry too much and I should just live my life and not care about him and we’ll see how things go once he’s actually back on the same continent as me but all this extra time that I’ve had today has not been helping. At least 60% of my shitty mood is how angry and disappointed I am at myself for letting him affect me this much. My guy’s sister decided that once she moves back home in January she’d come over and make me a Tinder profile and make me a hoe so that we can go hoeing around together and I appreciate her sentiment so much but obviously that’s just not something that I could ever do. I am glad I can talk to my guy’s sister though because she does a lot of this international LDR stuff and she knows her brother well. She’s coming to visit me sometime in the next few days. Relationships are hard, at least I have Jaal. I fell in love today and I fell hard. We’ll see if he ends up as my romance, so far it’s looking very much likely.

I put my up Christmas tree and the rest of my decorations today. It’s officially December and the year is coming to an end. I haven’t bought any presents yet.

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