#so I feel like I will be loading the dishwasher in half an hour and suddenly remember

[pibsboots]

I've always had chronic fatigue. I remember being twelve, and an adult mentioned how I couldn't possibly know how tired they felt because adulthood brought levels of exhaustion I couldn't imagine. I thought about that for days in fear, because I couldn't remember the last time I didn't feel tired.

Eventually I came to terms with the fact that I was just tired, and I couldn't do as many things as everyone else. People called me lazy, and I knew that wasn't true, but there's only so many times you can say "I'm tired" before people think it's an excuse. I don't blame them. When a teenager does 20 hours of extracurriculars every week and only says "I'm too tired" when you ask them to do the dishes, it's natural to think it's an excuse. At some point, I started to think the same thing.

It didn't matter that I could barely sit up. It was probably all in my head, and if I really wanted to, I could do it.

When I learned the name for it, chronic fatigue, I thought wow, people that have that must be miserable, because I am always tired and I cannot imagine what it would feel like if it were worse.

Spoiler alert, if you've been tired for a decade, it's probably chronic fatigue.

Once I figured that out though, I thought of my energy as the same as everyone else's, just smaller in quantity. And that might be true for some people, but I've figured out recently that it absolutely isn't true for me.

I used to be like wow I have so much energy today I can do this whole list for sure! And then I'd do the dishes and have to lay down for 2 hours. Then I'd think I must gave misjudged that, I didn't have as much energy as I thought.

But the thing is - I did have enough energy for more tasks, I just didn't go about them properly.

With chronic fatigue, your maximum energy is obviously much smaller than the average person's. Doing the dishes for you might use up the same percentage of energy that it takes to do all the daily chores for someone else.

If someone without chronic fatigue was to do all the daily chores, they would take breaks. Because otherwise, they're sprinting a marathon for no reason and it would take way more energy than necessary. We have to do the same.

Put the cups in the dishwasher, take a break. Put the bowls in, take a break. So on and so forth. This may mean taking breaks every 2-5 minutes but afterwards, you get to not feel like you've run a marathon while carrying 4 people on your back.

Today, I had a moderate amount of energy. Under my old system of go till you drop, I probably could have done most of the dishes and wiped off the counter and then been dead to the world for the rest of the day.

Under the new system, I scooped litter boxes, cleaned out the fridge, took the trash out, cleaned the stove, and wiped off the counter and did all the dishes. And after all that, I still had it in me to make a simple dinner, unload the dishwasher, and tidy the kitchen.

It was complete and utter insanity. Just because I sat down whenever I felt myself getting more tired than I already was.

All this to say, take fucking breaks. It's time to unlearn the ceaseless productivity bullshit that capitalism has shoved down our throats. Its actively counterproductive. Just sit down. Drink some water. Rest your body when it needs to rest.

There will still be days where there is nothing to do but rest, and days where half a load of dishes is absolutely the most I can do. But this method has really helped me minimize those, which is so incredibly relieving.

#chronic illness #chronic fatigue #chronic pain

[girlgenius1111]

she'll be the best you ever had if you let her

r recovers from her injury. and realizes she may not be ask okay as she says she is with what Alexia did.

angst, fluff. hurt comfort. you know the drill :)

Recovering from a concussion was hard, even when you hadn't been in a coma because of it. You'd never before struggled this hard in the few days following an injury. You felt like your body was betraying you: you were constantly tired, and your brain felt like mush.

Alexia seemed determined to prove herself to you, waiting on you hand and foot. She could tell that, although you'd forgiven her, you were still hurt by what she'd done, still holding back from her, just a little.

The few days following your return from the hospital were pretty rough. You were bored, in pain, clingy, and irritable; all of which Alexia had to balance with going to training.

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On your 3rd day home, you woke up as you normally did, with your head aching, to the sound of Alexia's alarm. You groaned into your pillow, the noise making the pounding in your head worse.

"Buenos días bebita," Alexia called softly, after turning the alarm off, placing a hand on your back. You rolled on your side to look at her, cracking your eyes open only slightly. She rubbed your cheek gently, watching as your brow uncreased at her motions. "How are you feeling today?"

"Hurts." you responded, as was customary. She'd asked you the same question the past 2 mornings, and you'd given the same answer.

"I'm sorry, amor," she said, leaning forward to gently kiss your forehead. She'd been incredibly gentle with you since you'd come home, her touches featherlight. You leaned into her, wrapping your arms around her waist to tug her closer. She smiled against your forehead, hugging you back.

"When d'you have to go?" You mumbled, from your spot nestled against her chest.

"A half hour. I should get up now, and you should go back to sleep."

You lightly pecked her jaw, before rolling over and tucking your head back against your pillow, pulling the blankets up tight around your shoulders.

You drifted in and out as Alexia got ready to go, barely grunting out a goodbye when she tucked you in tighter, before telling you she was leaving.

Alexia was trying not to hover; she knew you hated that. She was so worried though, all the time. You were recovering well, but your head clearly still hurt, you had a hard time thinking straight, and you had to be careful about the dizzy spells you'd been experiencing. All of it was normal, and would improve as your concussion did; this, however, did not make you feel any better, or any less frustrated with yourself. As she left the house she hoped that you'd have a better day today.

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A better day did not seem to be in the cards for you. Once Alexia left, you couldn't fall back asleep, missing the warmth of her body snuggled up next to you. You were exhausted, but you tossed and turned for an hour, before giving up and slowly making your way downstairs. You ate something, before moving to the couch. You did fall back asleep there, but when you woke up, you were groggy, it had been hours, and Alexia was due home any minute.

You'd wanted to do something today. A load of laundry, or unload the dishwasher. You felt like you were slacking off, and you hated not doing things. More than that, you hated feeling too reliant on someone, and you didn't want Alexia to get annoyed with you for being useless. You didn't let yourself think about why you were so worried about that: you'd told Alexia you'd forgiven her, and you had. That didn't mean that it didn't still hurt, or still scare you.

You'd slept the entire half a day away, and you wouldn't have any time to do any of the things you'd wanted to. Still, you got up, thinking that you could maybe make Alexia a snack before she arrived. As you walked, a wave of dizziness hit you and you stumbled, before losing your footing and collapsing into the wall. You let yourself sink to the floor in the hallway, fighting back tears.

Everything was so hard, and you were so desperate to do something normal, just one time. But you couldn't even walk to the kitchen without ending up on the ground.

Keeping in tune with the days events, you heard the front door open, and the sound of your girlfriend entering the house. She softly called out for you, not wanting to wake you, but not seeing you on the couch. You took a deep breath before answering, knowing that she would freak out when she saw you on the ground.

"I'm here, Ale," you responded, and as Alexia made her way to you, she noted the dejection clear in your tone. Once she spotted you, though, all she felt was panic.

"Amor! What are you doing on the floor?" She said, all but running over to where you sat, leaned against the wall, chin resting on your knees.

"Got dizzy," you told her, trying to keep yourself together. Alexia already had to deal with the fallout of this stupid injury, she didn't need to deal with your chaotic emotions too.

"Did you fall? Did you hit your head?" She asked, worry filling every part of her being.

"No, I just kind of tripped. I didn't hit my head."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Alexia, I think I would have noticed if I hit the part of my body that throbs at all times," you snapped, immediately regretting it when you saw the blonde's face fall. "Sorry," you said quietly.

"It's alright, y/n. Let's get you off the floor, okay?" Alexia responded, shaking off your apology. It made sense to her that you were frustrated, she couldn't blame you. "Can you walk?"

You tried to stand, feeling the dizziness come hurtling back, before you sunk back down to the ground, biting your lip as you shook your head.

If Alexia noticed your semi-emotional state, she elected to ignore it, instead easily lifting you off the ground and carrying you back to the couch. She placed you in the corner of the sectional, her favorite spot, and your heart melted, just a little, at the gesture.

You took in her appearance, freshly showered and dressed in comfy clothes. Her hair smelled like green tea oil, and the scent wafted into your nose, filling your body with warmth. Not saying a word, Alexia wiped away the tears that had fallen off your face with the pads of her thumbs, pulling the blanket you'd been using earlier over your legs almost absentmindedly. She patiently waited until the world stopped spinning before speaking again.

"Were you going to the kitchen?" she asked. "Did you want something from in there?"

"I was going to make you a snack," you mumbled back.

"Amor, you don't need to do that, you should be resting," Alexia scolded softly.

"All I do is rest. I just wanted to do something for you," you cried. Alexia was looking at you closely, seemingly confused at your desperate need to do something for her.

"Why?" she questioned.

"Because, Ale, you're doing too much for me. It's not fair. I'm not doing enou- anything in return." Alexia caught what you were going to say; you weren't doing enough. Things were starting to make more sense.

"I'm taking care of you," she replied, "that's my job as your girlfriend. Because I love you, and I care about you. You don't need to do anything in return for that, mi amor."

She paused, watching as you didn't reply, looking anywhere but at her.

"What's going on, niña bonita?"

"I don't want you to get tired taking care of me and break up with me again," you murmured, voice cracking slightly as pain spasmed across your face. Alexia felt her heart fall out of her chest.

"No, mi niña, no. I'm not going to get tired of you, ever."

You didn't look convinced. "Those days where we weren't together were awful, Ale, I don't think I could do that again,"

Alexia had never felt guiltier in her life. She scooted closer to you, turning your face to look at her. Her touch was soft, her gaze even softer.

"You won't ever have to do that again. I'm so sorry I put you through that, cariño. I promise, what I did had nothing to do with you, and everything to do with me. You are perfect. I could never get tired of you, and I am not going to break up with you again. Te prometo que." Alexia vowed, and you nodded your head once, leaning into her. She held you easily, kissing the top of your head repeatedly, thinking for a minute as you stayed silent.

"I know I messed up, and I know everything isn't going to be perfect right away, but I promise, I will prove to you that I'm here for good," Alexia said into your hair.

"I trust you," you told her, voice shaking slightly. "I'm just a little scared I guess."

"I know, amor. That's okay, you can be scared. I'll be right here, though, even when you're scared."

"Te amo mucho, Alexia," you said, sitting back to look into her eyes. You wanted her to know that you loved her and trusted her, even if you were still hurt from what she'd done.

If the watery eyes were any indication, she got the message. You only spoke spanish occasionally, when you were saying something you really wanted her to understand. You telling her that you loved her in her language was one of her favorite things.

She kissed you, then, harder than she'd dared to in days, yet still cupped your face with her hands like you were made of glass. You kissed her back, just as hard, ignoring the pain in your head. Sometimes, a little pain was worth it.

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#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | drabble

“I want a Sunday kinda love”

A/N: it’s Wednesday my dudessss and what better way to celebrate another hump day than with some more soft smut and tooth achingly sweet fluff with pornstar!joel and his baby love 💕

~word count: 1.1k~

Summary: a lazy Sunday morning with Joel

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: none, smut, fluff, established relationship, real sex, intimacy, unprotected piv, cockwarming, sleepy vibes to the max, soft vibes to the max, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is baby love, +18 minors dni!

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Lazy Sunday mornings have arguably always been Joel’s favorite day of the week. (Any day of the week spent with you is his favorite)

You like to sleep in on the weekends and he’s always been a bit of the early riser type unless he was up late with you the night before then he’ll find himself burying his face against your neck, inhaling your scent and mumbling sleepily into your skin, words jumbled and slurred together. He’ll wind his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest so he can be as close to you as physically possible. He’ll sleep for another hour, give or take, before he finally stirs awake.

He never disturbs you, always lets you sleep as long as you’d like. He’ll press a kiss to your forehead, mumbling a soft whisper of an I love you, and you find yourself smiling in your dream state, snuggling further into your pillow.

Downstairs in the kitchen Joel is careful to not make too much noise as he putzes around the kitchen. He unloads the clean dishes in the dishwasher, humming a tune to himself in the soft morning light. Artemis hops up onto the counter, rubbing against Joel’s arm affectionately, meowing soft and sweet as he gives her a few gentle pets and scratches behind her ears, “mornin’ baby girl,” he coos, kissing the top of her furry head, “I’ll get your breakfast in a sec, ‘Kay?”

She purrs in response, hopping down from the counter and patiently waits for her breakfast.

With Artemis happily munching away on her breakfast, Joel finds himself leaned against the countertop, steaming mug of coffee held between his hands, eyes soft and lips curving in the corners because he thinks of you every morning, tangled in his sheets, dreaming sweet dreams. He smiles, taking a sip of the steaming liquid, letting the domestic comfort he’s feeling seep into his bones for a moment longer.

When you finally do emerge from your slumber, it’s nearing noon, and Joel has already gone for his morning run, showered and started a load of laundry when you sleepily saunter down the staircase. Artemis greets you at the bottom of the stairs, winding in and out between your calves, meowing softly at your arrival.

Hi baby. Your voice is soft, laced with sleep as you scoop her up into your arms, loving on her with your eyes half open as she purrs in content. You set her down on the floor a few moments later, stretching your arms above your head and pad into the living room.

Joel has never looked cozier than he does right now. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower, but in this soft light you can see the little grays in his curls shining through. There’s more grays appearing in his beard as well, and you find yourself kissing the heart shaped patch of skin tenderly, morning and night and all the time in between.

He’s wearing his coziest pair of sweats, no shirt, tan skin on full display, and cheaters perched on the bridge of his nose. A novel held comfortably between his big hands. His eyebrows lift in amusement at a sentence he just read, one stray curl falling over his face. He blows out a puff of air, moving the stray curl to the side so it no longer obstructs his view.

He looks so fucking pretty.

“‘Mornin’, baby love.” He rasps warmly, eyes meeting yours over the top of the page he was reading, lips curving upwards into a lazy, lopsided grin. “How’d my girl sleep?”

You mumble out a reply, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you approach him on the couch, “slept good, baby.” You hum softly and climb into his lap, snuggling right up to him with your arms draped around his neck, fingers playing with the damp curls at the base of his hairline, “you need a trim, Joel.”

“Mmm.” He man spreads his thighs so that you have more room and lets his freehand drop the book so he can grab onto you, and feel your skin beneath his palm. “Wanna give me a trim when you’re a little more awake?”

“Mhmm.” You reply, burying your face into his neck where you can smell his body wash and cologne mingling together. “Can I…sit on it for a little while, please? Just wanna feel closer to you. Maybe you can read to me too?”

He smiles at your question, the softness and honeyed tone of your voice, feeling his heart swell like a balloon because this closeness and intimacy that he gets to share with you is something that he will cherish for the rest of his life.

He nods, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, lips warm and gentle, “anytime you want, baby, all me s’yours. Remember?” He gently reminds you, and lets his hand drift between your bodies, pushing the hem of his sweats down over his hips so that you have easier access.

He’s freeballin’ it today, #laundrydayamiritelaidease ;)

His cock is half hard, lying comfortably against the soft swell of his stomach, velvety skin warm to the touch when your palm gently strokes him, “I know, baby. But I always like to ask.” You murmur, kissing his neck sweetly, affectionately.

He hums and a soft grunt rumbles up his chest, hips shifting and he reaches for your cotton sleep shorts, pulling them to the side to reveal your bare pussy to his hooded gaze. His fingers tease through your folds, gently stroking you, feeling how soft and wet you are for him. He spreads his pointer and middle finger apart, a translucent strand of arousal spread between them, stringy like a delicate fiber from a spider's web. “S’wet for me. S’soft, s’pretty, baby love. Love you so much.” He rasps.

You slowly sink down around him, feeling that delicious and familiar stretch of his girth, and your walls sucking him in like a vice. Your body naturally molds to him, accommodating to his size. His hand rests along your bare hip, gently squeezing and kneading the soft flesh between his fingers. “I love you, Joel. My baby.”

He settles back into his book, head tilting to rest against your own as he listens to your faint soft breaths and occasional whimpers when he pulses gently inside of you. You’ve fallen back into a sweet slumber in his arms and when he feels his own eyelids begin to grow heavy, and the words on the page he’s reading blur together, he presses another kiss to the side of your head murmuring, “my baby love mine, all mine, all mine.”

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[wileys-russo]

alessia day II a.russo x reader

tooth rottingly soft self care days with star girl

alessia day II a.russo x reader

4.3K words

licking some jam off the tip of your thumb you looked down to the table loaded with food in front of you and nodded with a satisfied smile, happy with your work for the morning and even happier that alessia hadn't woken up any earlier than you'd hoped.

washing your hands and kicking the dishwasher closed with your foot you downed the last mouthful of your coffee, abandoning the mug in the sink and making your way upstairs. hand on the doorknob of your shared bedroom you pushed it slowly open, wincing as the door itself squeaked loudly but thankfully it didn't appear to phase the soundly sleeping striker on the other side of the room.

padding over to the bed you squatted down lovingly moving a few strands of loose blonde hair away from the girls face, gently murmuring good morning and pressing a lingering kiss to her warm forehead. never having been a morning person your girlfriend stirred but promptly rolled away from you over to the other side of the bed with a grunt.

your smile widened and you let out a small chuckle having already anticipated that the girl would be quite hard to get out of bed this morning, all the stress from rumors of her potential transfer from united meant she'd spent the last couple of weeks getting very minimal sleep. 

alessia had instead spent hours and hours doom scrolling through what social media was saying about it all, only falling into a deeper spiral of anxiety and discomfort much as you tried to beg and plead with her to stop listening to the outside world.

the last couple of days had been particularly brutal. 

ella was asking alessia a lot of questions she didn't have answers to which was frustrating her best friend to no end, the girl having been very vocal about supporting alessia no matter what but wanting to know what her plan actually was. 

but without a confirmed plan forward alessia just felt the pressure increase at ellas questions, fear of the unknown only adding to the heavy load she was already carrying on her shoulders. 

but today it was your sole purpose to take some of that weight away for her, and give her at least one day of feeling as though she wasn't weighed down by the expectations of others, every move constantly watched and over analysed by millions of strangers.

"good morning gorgeous." you hummed softly, climbing onto the bed beside her. "it's time to get up." you whispered poking gently at the blonde who whined tiredly and flopped onto her back, covering her face with her arms.

"come on less, time to wake up baby." you moved to carefully straddle her, torso tucked securely under the duvet as your own body rested atop the covers, legs settling either side of her blanket covered hips. "no it's not." alessia grumbled with a huff, tensing her biceps as you attempted to remove her arms from her face.

"yes it is, now stop covering that gorgeous face." you eventually won, intertwining your fingers with hers and pinning her hands against the pillow, bright blue eyes slowly fluttering open below you. "well hi there." you smiled like a lovesick puppy, letting go of her and moving your hands either side of her face, sweetly pecking at her lips a few times.

"m'tired." alessia slurred still half asleep, blinking a few times and  stretching out underneath you with a quiet groan, hands coming to rest on your bare thighs as slender fingers traced absent minded shapes along your skin. 

"i know you are my love which is why coffee and breakfast are ready and waiting downstairs." you laid down on her a little more, peppering her face with kisses causing the strikers lips to curl up into a smile, cheeks flushed rosy pink and eyes still a little puffy from her half asleep state your heart soared, you couldn't have been any more infatuated with her if you tried.

"today is alessia day so you have to get up because i've got plans for us." you announced happily, alessia tilting her head at your words. "but its not my birthday?" she frowned a little in confusion, arms sneaking up the back of your jumper and short nails scratching gently at your back like she knew you loved as you swooned at the gentle tired rasp of her voice in the morning.

"no its not, but i know you've been under a tremendous amount of pressure lately and i want you to have one day where you don't have to think about any of it, so todays all about you." you promised her sincerely, smoothing out the stress lines on her forehead where she was frowning and stealing a kiss.

"oh baby." you melted as the blonde sniffled, a few stray tears rolling from her ocean blue eyes which you tenderly wiped away with your sleeve. "why are you crying?" you asked softly, raking your hands through her hair as the striker wordlessly shook her head. 

"i don't deserve you." she eventually managed to choke out, tanned arms moving to wrap around your smaller frame the girl sat up quickly and engulfed you into a tight hug, catching you a little off guard the blonde held onto you as if you could fly away at any sudden moment.

"don't be silly less you deserve nothing but the best and if i can even give you half of that i'm happy." you mumbled into her hair, your own arms snaking around her neck as the two of you sat there for a few peaceful moments, just wrapped up in one another's tender and loving embrace. 

"i wasn't kidding though there is breakfast waiting downstairs." you pulled away with a smile, alessia tugging you down into a proper kiss and mumbling a thank you against your lips. 

~

"may i please have my phone back just for a second to text tooney?" alessia asked hopefully, you having taken her phone for the day knowing that you wouldn't have a chance at getting your girlfriend to unwind and relax if she had access to her social medias.

"i already told tooney you'd be off the grid today and i love you so very much but i know you won't be able to resist the temptation to not go for a little look around about the contract drama on social media. so no, you may not." your words may have seemed harsh but you made sure your tone conveyed that they came from nothing but a place of care, alessia nodding along in understanding

"so what's next for alessia day then princess?" the striker smiled pulling herself up to sit on the counter next to you as you finished rinsing the dishes used for breakfast, having banned your girlfriend from helping as much as she'd fought you on it.

"face masks, do each others nails, pitch perfect one to three with your favourite snacks, massage, wash your hair for you, make pasta for dinner." you dried your hands and ticked off your remaining plans using your fingers, moving to stand in between the older girls legs. 

"have i told you how much i love you?" alessia beamed at your words, doing her very best to focus all of her love, attention and energy into being alone with you in the little safe haven you'd both created behind the walls of your shared flat.

"mmm not in the last five minutes no?" you smiled softly, pressing your body against hers as the taller girl crossed her legs tightly around you. "sorry bella were you waiting for something?" alessia teased as you looked to her expectantly awaiting those famous three words, your heart skipping a beat as it always did anytime she spoke to you in italian. which the blonde was completely aware of and had no issues using to her advantage any time she so pleased.

"suddenly alessia day is cancelled." you rolled your eyes and attempted to walk away as the girl was quick to slide off the counter, tugging your back into her front and nestling her face into your neck. 

"ti amo tantissimo, mia bella ragazza." alessia rasped quietly in your ear and smiled against your skin before repeatedly kissing your cheek, watching in delight as they blushed at her words. 

"my pretty pretty girl." she continued, spinning you around in her arms and ducking so her mouth met yours and you wrapped your arms around her neck, tugging gently on her hair as she balled your jumper in her fists, pulling you impossibly close and deepening the kiss with a satisfied hum.

eventually needing to come up for air the two of you pulled away, exchanging a few sweet pecks before you grabbed her hand, tugging her out of the kitchen and whisking her away to continue with your plans.

~

"like this?" you asked holding up a freshly folded piece of ravioli, alessias smile softening at the way your face was scrunched up in concentration, the tip of your tongue just poking out of the corner of your mouth. "yeah, that looks good." alessia complimented, you adding your one piece to her basically completed pile, humming with satisfaction at your efforts.

"now please sit down. you've been so sweet and thoughtful today let me at least cook you dinner amore mio." alessia placed a tender kiss to your lips before playfully shooing you away as you pulled yourself up to sit on the counter, not wanting to be far from her.

she began to speak to you and at first you were following along and contributing to the conversation but as she began to roll out the next batch of pasta you found yourself minimized to only half listened hums in response.

fixated on the way her biceps flexed and tensed as she kneaded at the dough, eyes falling to the veins lining her ring clad hands as they poked and stretched at the pasta, alessia expertly rolling and manipulating it as she needed.

quickly noting your lackluster responses your girlfriend glanced up to find your gaze trained to her forearms, an amused smile settling on her lips as she purposefully rolled up the sleeves of her top and pressed a little harder than normal, flexing her arms and watching with a smug smile as you let out a small content sigh.

rolling out the last of the dough, having already filled and molded most of it into perfect little raviolis the older girl grew bored of your wordless responses. so with a mischievous glint in her eyes the italian grabbed a handful of flour and before you even had a moment to think you were surrounded by a tornado of white, choking on the flecks that made their way into your mouth and frantically rubbing at your eyes.

your girlfriend almost fell to the floor in laughter as you coughed a few times and attempted to shake the loose flour off the top of your head. "alessia!" you managed to choke out in shock, jumping down from the counter and grabbing your own handful of flour, quick to smack it into her head as she was too busy laughing at your misfortune to defend herself.

from that moment on your kitchen became a war zone, the two of you chasing one another around taking turns to douse the other, melodious laughter's echoing around the empty flat as your footsteps pounded against the floor.

"okay truce! we still have to clean this up." alessia glanced around at the ever growing mess as you paused, hand full of flour raised and ready to strike as the taller girl held her hands up in surrender, letting out a small sigh of relief as you emptied your hand onto the counter rather than into her once freshly washed hair.

what she failed to notice was you quickly slip an egg she'd not needed into the pocket of your her nike shorts, attaching yourself to her and bringing the blonde into a sweet kiss, her defenses instantly lowering and leaving her right where you wanted her, blissfully unaware of what you had planned.

"i think you mean you still need to clean this up because you started it!" you pulled away with a shake of your head, feeling the strikers hands slowly slide downwards, eventually settling themselves on your bum. "isn't the rule 'one cooks, one cleans'?" the blonde asked with a cheeky smile, squeezing at your bum and stealing a kiss before you could tell her off.

"is it?" you asked with a put on confused frown, hand slipping into your pocket and tightly gripping the egg, arm darting out to smash it over your girlfriends head as she was mid sentence. the girl let out a squeal at the unexpected attack, large hands grabbing for you as you tried to make a hasty getaway, almost slipping in the egg now joining the flour all over your once spotless floor the striker was quick to catch you, pulling you easily back to your feet.

though she should have known better given her own clumsy nature as no sooner had she steadied you did she slip herself, hands still settled protectively on your waist she unintentionally pulled you down with her.

the two of you shared a look before bursting out into laughter, rolling around on the floor and clutching at your stomachs, gradually crawling toward one another as alessias hand grabbed at the collar of your jumper, tugging you into a searing kiss as she carefully maneuvered herself to hover over you.

caught up in the blissful sensation of her mouth on yours you paid her no mind as she was quick to pin your hands to the cold tiled floor under her knees, settling herself on top of you before pulling away. it wasn't until you looked up and saw the knowing smirk on the blondes face did you realise what her intent was, the taller girl easily stretching up and grabbing what she was after from the counter.

"don't you dare." you warned seriously, squirming underneath her attempting to free yourself but it was to no use as your girlfriend was easily the stronger of the two of you. "you seemed to think it was pretty amusing, no?" alessias smirk widened as she twirled the egg around between her fingers.

"less please come on, you started it!" you whined in protest, trying to crane your neck away from her as her free hand reached out to grab your jaw, firmly holding your head in place as your stomach flipped at the action. 

ignoring your pleas the striker gently tapped the egg on the floor before cracking it open on your forehead, watching with a grin as your glare up at her deepened and the yolk dripped down your face. 

"so we have flour, egg...what's missing?" alessia pretended to think, mockingly stroking at her chin as you spat up all sorts of colorful language and threats in her direction as she grabbed the half full cup of water from the counter and you bucked your hips up trying to throw her off of you.

pushing her body down she was quick to once again have you at her mercy, the striker teasingly tipping the cup toward you but stopping right before the water tipped over the edge. "russo if you want to enter tomorrow a single woman i dare you to tip that cup." you spoke scarily calm, stormy eyes locked with hers in a silent promise.

"you're the cutest little ravioli i ever did see." alessia smirked, putting the cup down and dipping her head, breath warm against your lips as you shook your head, eyes still slit into a glare. "get off me." you demanded firmly, the striker lifting her hips to sit back on her knees  and allowing you to wriggle your body out from underneath hers.

"clean this up and cook that, i'm going for a shower." you ordered as you carefully stood to your feet, crossing your arms and jutting your hip out to the side as the blondes smile only widened, sitting up on her knees and grabbing at you, hugging your lower half as her head rested on your stomach.

"has anyone ever told you that you're extra fit when you're mad?" the girls hands began to wander, fingers tugging gently at the waistband of your shorts. "just some annoying blonde one night stand i can't seem to get rid of." you quipped back, hands finding hers and moving them away.

"well she sounds like a nightmare." alessia tutted with a shake of her head, hands instead sliding up the bottom of your shorts, tracing lines on your inner thighs. "the worst. just so clingy and needy, some people can't take a hint i guess." you shrugged, beginnings of a smile ghosting at your lips as you ran your hands fondly through her flour filled hair.

"want me to get rid of her for you? sounds like she could be dangerous." the blonde offered, your breath hitching slightly as her hands moved even higher. 

"oh yeah she's a stage five clinger, some would say even borderline a stalker! lets herself into my home and walks around with no pants on, eats all my food, hogs the duvet, whinges when i'm on her side of the bed but has a cry when i don't cuddle her enough, forces me to go to all of her stupid football matches then forces me into these disgustingly sweaty hugs when she wins, god she is terribly clumsy and-" having enough of your teasing alessia tugged on your matching top and short sending you falling into her awaiting grip, laying down on the floor with you now on top of her, your mouths moving together in perfect sync.

"sounds like you should break up with her." alessia mumbled into the kiss with an amused smile. "i've tried six times she just keeps coming back, i think she's in denial." you muttered as you moved your lips to focus on her neck, knowing exactly where the girl needed you.

"best alessia day ever." the blonde almost moaned as you softly bit down on her pressure point, hands firmly gripping at your back holding you on top of her. "you know i think i've decided its an ick you keep referring to yourself in the third person, kind of a turn off." you sat up far too quickly for her liking, looking down at her with pity as she rolled her eyes at your continued teasing's.

"i love you." alessia dropped the act and spoke sincerely, eyes shining with nothing but adoration and borderline obsession with the girl sat on top of her. "i love you more." you smiled, bending to pepper her face with kisses before again affirming you both really needed to shower and clean up, both of you getting to your feet.

"good thing you've got that clingy blonde stalker, could she clean up for us?" "yeah you know what i think i'll keep her around for a little while longer."

~ translations; bella - beautiful ti amo tantissimo, mia bella ragazza - i love you so much my beautiful girl amore mio - my love

#woso #woso x reader #alessia russo #woso fanfics #woso imagine #engwnt #alessia russo x reader #woso blurbs #fic recs

[inkdrinkerworld]

STOP UR POST AB A WITCH OMGGGG FHRBEJEJ im so exited because that's literally MY THING !!! they'd be so cute ab it, giving her empty jars and picking up herbs from the stores, asking the shop ladies what they're good for, picking up crystals and helping out with her garden, and if she sleeps late after a full moon they'd get up early and bring in her stuff from outside that was charging :(( they'd be so sweet w me i feel :(

After a particularly long day, Remus and Sirius could tell you needed a ‘pick me up.’

James is tired too, the both of you had incredibly long weeks this past week and your other boyfriends hate to see you both so knackered.

So, Remus and Sirius decide to consult your witchbook- your cookbook, because you can’t leave your grimoire helter skelter all over the place- to find what would be best for days like today.

They’ve got a plan, “My tired lovies, I’ve made lavender honey tea,” Sirius says, handing both you and James your favourite mugs with kisses on your foreheads.

“Thanks Siri, what’s Remmy doing?” You can hear Remus flittering about the kitchen and Sirius brushes it off with a wave of his hand.

“You know Remmy, always doing something in the kitchen. Best to leave him to his devices.”

An hour and a half later, there’s sage and tomato soup in four bowls, and a tray of garlic bread and Remus with a sheepish smile.

“I went through your kitchen witchbook and this was good for healing,” he points to the tomato soup, and his cheeks heat. “And cleansing. Thought it would help you and Jamie with your week.”

Your body sags in the sofa and then your launching into Remus’ arms. “You’re the cutest, most thoughtful man ever.” He’s thanked with a myriad of kisses that makes Sirius jealous.

“Hey! I made you and Jamie that tea that helps with being calm. Where’s my kisses?” You turn to Sirius but James beats you to it.

“You guys are the best.” Your belly is warm with how loved you feel and even warmer when the soup and garlic bread actually do help.

“Wanna have a shower or a bath after?” Sirius asks softly, stroking your hair and Jamie’s back. Remus is stacking your bowls and the plate to load the dishwasher.

“Wanna cuddle with Remmy,” James whines and Remus pauses all his movements.

“Give me two minutes, pretty boy? Just wanna load the dishwasher.”

You climb into Sirius’ lap and lay your head in his neck. “Can we watch something hopeful?”

“That a synonym for Christmas-y?” Remus hollers from the kitchen and you hide your face in James’ chest as he cuddled closer.

“So what? Please? Me and Jamie wanna watch it.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for doing fewer chores around the house because I'm not around very much?

I (23m) live with 2 other housemates (W 23M, and S 23M). We've known eachother for 4+ years now, and lived together on and off for about 3. Me and S are in college, and W has graduated and is working in the area.

The problem is, S doesn't really pull his weight in the chores department despite having objectively the most free time out of the 3 of us. He almost never does dishes, takes out the trash, or contributes to cleaning shared spaces without being explicitly prompted/helped. This was less of and issue in previous years living together because W and I had more free time/were around the house more, so we didn't have problems picking up the slack like we do now.

W works a full time job, and has an hour commute both ways so he isn't around much on weekdays, and tends to spend a lot of time with his gf on weekends. I work 2 student jobs on top of a full class load and only tend to be around the house to sleep on weeknights, and work ~8hrs a day on weekends. S is taking about half the credits of a full time student, and does not work.

W and I still manage to get "our" share of chores done (i.e washing the dishes we generate, taking out trash, some general cleaning) but neither of us are around/able to do this on most weeknights. S will leave dirty dishes in the sink/on the dining table after eating, and rarely if ever loads/unloads the dishwasher. This has become very evident now that neither me and W aren't around much, becuase the sink will be entirely full of dirty dishes despite both of us hand washing or immediately loading the dishes we use in the dishwasher.

Now that there's the context, AITA for entirely stopping picking up after S/doing any extra chores? I have been spending under 6 hours a day in the house for the last few weeks due to midterms, and have been eating all of my meals at work/on campus so I haven't been adding to dishes/general mess around the house. I could tell it was getting messy but i was trying to catch as much sleep as possible and could honestly say none of the mess was mine. I warned both of them that I'd be really busy/mostly gone for the next month between projects and midterms, and specifically brought up that I wouldn't be able to help out as much.

W was really understanding and said that was fine, S just said "cool". In this period, W started spending a lot more time at his GFs place because the mess was pretty bad and he didn't have the time to take care of everything alone. Je told S he would be spending less time around the house and again, S was fine w it. We both hoped S would step up and keep the space clean because we've frequently talked and seemingly agreed about the standards we'd like for the house.

I bumped into S on my way to bed last night, and he started complaining about how messy the house is and that me and W haven't been doing anything to help. I pointed out that neither of us have been around recently and that it's 99% his mess, and that he's a big boy with free time and can take care of it himself. He said that "you and W could have at least just asked and I'd do it" and said that I was being really passive aggressive about it. I just said "dude I'm going to bed, I'll clean what's mine tomorrow" and left it at that. I did a super light cursory cleaning of a few things, but left all the dishes/messier spaces alone because it wasn't my doing.

I feel like TA because I did/have been purposely doing less around the house but I'm sick of cleaning up after S. W doesn't really want to get involved because he isn't a fan of conflict and is able to basically live with his gf, but I did let him know this happened and he doesn't think I've done anything wrong, though I could have been a little nicer to S. So wise and powerful Tumblr, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[strayed-quokka]

unsupervised || hwang hyunjin

» summary: there’s a reason you skip church on sundays, but no one would ever know that reason was your friend, hwang hyunjin.

» pairing: hyunjin x reader

» rating: NC-17 minors dni

» genre: friends with benefits, smut

» warnings: porn with like no plot, reverse cowgirl, creampie, possessiveness, sub reader, dom hyunjin, unprotected sex, spanking, mentions of marking, use of a vibrator, lingerie, form of breathplay (?), chocking, bruising, pet names, degrading names, brief crying, think that's it...

» words: 2,345

» a/n: so maybe i am a hyunjin blog… sue me... funnily enough i was working on my sunwoo smut when i decided to deviate a little… said sunwoo smut still coming though cause boyyy 🥵

Your family didn’t like Hyunjin. He’d never really given them a reason to dislike him, but your father especially liked to say that there was just something about him. 

When Hyunjin first found out your family's distaste for him, he immediately complained. He was sweet and attentive, helping your mother load the dishwasher after dinner, and even helping your younger brother with bible studies. From the outside, Hyunjin was a perfect gentleman and a close friend of yours, so what the hell was he doing wrong? 

He went to parties he didn’t want to attend if you were going just to make sure nothing happened to you and spent hours on homework that you didn’t understand just so that it felt a little bit easier for you. 

Hyunjin was sweet, until the day your friendship changed into something sinful, and maybe then you understood just what that something was that your father had been on about. 

It had been a Sunday morning and you’d felt unwell enough for your family to let you stay home from church. You weren’t nearly as religious and deep in your beliefs as them, but you still went with few exceptions and little complaint. That day had been an exception, and Hyunjin had come over to make you feel better. 

You’re still not entirely sure how trying to make you feel better resulted in him having his cock inside you, but you got addicted to it and he knew it. 

A few months in and far too many Sunday’s missed, your parents were getting suspicious, and on top of it, disappointed. However, your school work wasn’t faltering (second year of university was going surprisingly well), and your behaviour otherwise was more than perfect.

“What’s the excuse this time?” your mother asks as you come down the stairs, still dressed in your pajamas. You sigh, not meeting her eyes as you go to the fridge to grab some water. 

“I have a big project,”

“And that can’t wait an hour because-?”

“It’s a group project and we’ll be in a call,” a half lie. You did have a group project, but you weren’t doing it today, and your father seems to consider that you’re not telling the truth before he gives in. 

“This is the last time,” you nod, though you don’t think it is. It’s not like Sunday’s were your preferred days to have sex. It just happened to be one of the few times that your family was all out of the house and Hyunjin could wander in the front door. After the time he’d attempted to climb up to your window and nearly fell, that seemed to be the better option.

You wait fifteen minutes after they leave to give Hyunjin the clear, using the time you know it takes him to get here, to change into something you deemed nicer for the occasion. 

You’d bought it just yesterday, a lingerie set you hid under your bed just in case. It was a white corset, tight on your waist and pushing your breasts up and together, with a matching white thong. You liked the way it looked, deeming the price tag worth it as you hear the front door shut. 

“Where are you?!” 

“Bedroom!” you nearly want to add where I always am, genius, but you refrain. Hyunjin liked to be rough with you and you didn’t need to play with fire. 

“I swear these damn stair-” the man stops, his eyes shifting from annoyance to a dark lust as he licks his lips, chuckling lowly as he runs a hand through his black hair, “well, look at you.”

“Thought you’d like it,” he hums in approval, shutting the door behind him and moving closer to you. 

“I got you a present too,” you’re curious now, watching him reach into his pocket before revealing a small bullet vibrator, “I’m going to make you lose all sense.”

He pushes you, hard enough for you to stumble back and fall onto the bed as he throws his jacket off and his shirt over his head, on top of you not a second later. His kisses are hungry and desperate against your lips in a way that excites you, your thighs pushing together from the tension until he’s gripping one of your legs and forcefully pushing them apart, “don’t even try.”

You moan, feeling his large hand grip around your throat as he pulls away, hovering over you, “open your mouth.”

You obey immediately and the amusement in his eyes is clear as he shoves two of his fingers into your mouth, his other hand loosening the grip on your throat while you suck on his fingers. There’s no doubt in your mind that you already look like a mess, but Hyunjin loves you best that way. 

“Imagine if they knew what a whore you are,” you whimper, his fingers moving away from your mouth, down your neck and towards the swell of your breasts. It feels slightly wet from your saliva, and you can feel the arousal cling to your white thong and even along your thigh. 

“Look at you. It’s pathetic,” the day Hyunjin had first learned that you loved being insulted when in such a vulnerable position, marked the end for you. Ever since, he loved to make you feel completely submissive in his hold, especially because he knew that nothing turned you on more. He never missed a second to laugh at you for it. 

Hyunjin pushes the fabric of your corset down just slightly, but it’s enough for your breasts to spill out and for your erect nipples to meet the cold air. He watches you for a second, making you feel smaller while your legs push together and he tsks, “don’t you learn?” 

He practically tears your legs apart, one of his hands pushing your thigh into the mattress with his weight, enough to leave a bruise but you don’t care, while the other moves the fabric of your string thong to one side. Feeling his fingers adjust the piece of clothing and briefly run past your folds makes your eyes squeeze shut, a whimper leaving your throat while your hips push up into his hold.

“Poor baby,” he coos, the familiar mocking tone never leaving him, “it’s even on your thigh.”

You muster the strength to lift your upper body to have a look, but Hyunjin uses the hand that holds your thighs apart to push you back down, hand back on your throat as he squeezes lightly. It makes you dizzy, but you don’t want it to stop, even when he loosens his grip and gives you the chance to signal with your fingers to. You both had your signals, but rarely did you use them.

“You look so pretty like this,” his finger runs over your clit before he spits onto your already glistening folds, using his same finger to push his saliva inside your cunt.

“H-Hyunjin,” he doesn’t answer you in words, rather he lets his hand on your throat move down your chest, his nails scratching the skin. 

“You belong to me,” you nearly cry when he adds another finger, leaning down to suck on your neck, like he needs to mark every bare inch of skin to know that you’re his. 

“P-please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for anymore and it sounds pathetic, the way your voice breaks, but Hyunjin loves it. 

“Please what?” he leans over to one side, and you hear him turn on the vibrator he’d brought, applying light pressure to your nipple. He hisses when you clench around his fingers as a result, and you already know you’re going to come soon. 

“Let me come… p-please,” you beg, feeling his fingers quicken their pace whilst the vibrations continue over your nipples, occasionally more forceful and enough to make you shake. 

“Are you going to come?” 

“Yes! Y-yes,” everything stops. Hyunjin removes his fingers from you and puts the vibrator back down on the bed, and you can’t help the whimper and tears that fall from your eyes, “Hyun-”

“Are you crying?”

Normally, Hyunjin may be concerned, but he knows that your tears are a result of the orgasm you wanted but he wouldn’t let you have, “relax baby, I just want you to come around my cock, is all.”

He stands, removing the rest of his clothing before sitting back on the bed, patting his thigh in a gesture for you to climb on top of him. You do, dragging your body up as he watches you, “shouldn’t I take this off?” 

“No, I want it on,” you nod, feeling his hands cup your ass cheeks whilst you grind against him, his cock slowly pushing into your still clothed folds. Your body trembles as a response, and you swear you may have an orgasm soon just from this alone. He works on pushing your underwear to the side again, letting the tip of his cock move against you slowly, teasing your entrance as he pushes his head inside you before taking the pleasure away again. 

“Hyunjin… fuck me. Please fuck me,” he couldn't say no to that. 

“Turn around,” you do as you’re told, still straddling him as he lets his hand collide with your ass cheek. The sight makes him nearly lose it, and he decides to lose his resolve and push his thick cock inside your cunt. 

“F-fuck, how are you always so tight?” you groan, letting out shallow breaths as you try to adjust to his size, though he barely gives you much time before he’s bringing you further down onto his cock, “good girl.”

You mewl at the praise, sat over his hips as you lean onto his legs. He loves the way his cock has completely disappeared inside you, and if it were up to him, he’d move in a heartbeat, but he knows you always like to move first when it comes to being on top, and he respects what you want even if his words towards you say otherwise. 

When you first move, his eyes shut tight and he hisses, feeling you clench around him again as you begin bouncing on his cock, slow and careful first before becoming more comfortable. It’s when you begin to quicken your pace that he can’t take it anymore, gripping your hip with one hand before slapping your ass with the other. You clench around him every time and he smirks, a deep chuckle vibrating in his throat, “you like that?” 

But he already knows the answer, seeing you sink down on his cock drives him wild, but it isn’t quite enough of what he wants. 

He wants to make you scream. 

Hyunjin uses the strength he has to bring his hands around you to cup your breasts, using the grip he has on you to pull you down onto him, arching your back at an angle that has him deeper inside you than before, and he pushes his hips up enough so he can replace your thrusts against him with his own. 

“Oh god. Hyunjin!” he’s relentless, fucking up into you as you grip the sheets and try to steady yourself but it’s impossible. You let him be the only thing that keeps you in place, pulling you down further by your hair and going deeper. 

“Mine. You’re all mine, got it?” you nod, letting him grope your breasts while his other hand finds your throat again, cutting off your pathetic cries and replacing them with mewls and whimpers of pleasure, “you take my cock so good, fuck.”

He releases your breasts and fumbles with something, and it takes you a second to register that he’s reached for the vibrator and that it’s now teasing your clit whilst he’s fucking into you, and it’s embarassing how quickly you come, screaming his name when you do. 

It’s the most intense orgasm you’ve had in your life and Hyunjin feels it too, the way your whole body shakes viciously against him as he tries to keep you steady, still thrusting into you until his own orgasm follows yours, his cum spilling inside of you, a low growl ripping through his throat when he thrusts up one more time to keep it stuffed inside you. 

You both don’t move for a minute, mostly because you’re both so spent that you have to remember where you even are, and Hyunjin is incredibly careful when he lifts you off him, your muscles crying out as you fall next to him. He pulls you into his arms, though he knows it’s only for a little while before he has to leave and come back later under the pretence that he’s visiting you for the first time that day, supervised.

“They’ll be back soon,” he says, but you want to ignore it. You don’t want them to come back, but it’s not a choice, “you should shower.”

“I don’t want to,” he sighs, gently pushing you away from him though it breaks his heart a little when he does. 

“Go shower. I’ll hide the evidence,” you laugh, hitting him lightly though it’s rather pathetic with how your energy is completely wasted. 

You listen to him anyway, standing under the shower and cleaning your skin, and when you come out, your bed is freshly made and your window is open, a floral scent in the air. There’s also a sandwhich on your nightstand with a note, and you realise he must’ve left before he could say goodbye. 

I heard the car so I ran for it. Forgive me, I love you :)

You laugh, shaking your head at the idiot you call your friend, but you’re also relieved at his attentiveness for the noise downstairs tells you you’re not home alone anymore. 

Hours later, you nearly curse Hyunjin for the knowing smirk he gives you when sat at the dining table with your parents, knowing it’s exact intent. 

He’s wants to go again and this time, he doesn't care that your family is home. 

i am not a hyunjin blog

comments and feedback appreciated. i'm on a writing streak so i'll likely be back with more filth soon also excuse the banner i'm tired and can't afford photoshop anymore 🤧

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[mamaskillerqueen]

Hysteria || Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings/AN: This is finally part two of Panic! So there is a lot of mention of anxiety ticks and triggers based on how I experience them. Otherwise, I don’t think there is much to warn. If you feel I need to add something here though, please let me know!

A week and a half.

It passed by so quickly and so agonizingly slowly all at the same time. You’d been so wrapped up in work, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, that you never typed out that text message to Mysterious Bar Guy. Even though Mysterious Bar Guy has been on your mind the entire time. It was hard to get someone like that out of your head after such an unbelievable meeting. You often found yourself questioning if it was fate, something you rarely let happen.

The project the office had been working on was harrowing for everyone, apparently. Or they were just excited to have finally found a nice bar to frequent because plans were already being made to visit the Hard Deck again. In a week... After your last experience, you weren’t sure if you wanted to go but ultimately agreed due to much pleading from your friends. The only issue was that it put just a bit more pressure on to get that message sent off to the man who had turned the evening around the last time.

For an hour at the end of your day, you sat at your desk with an open and blank text message. The slight blink of the cursor was taunting you, your own phone making fun of the fact that you couldn’t tap out even a simple message. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard but it has been so long. You were pushing two weeks since you'd last seen him. Has it been too long? He probably forgot about the whole interaction by now.

“Hey!” 

A knock on your office door had you nearly jumping out of your skin, your head snapping up from your phone screen to see a coworker standing in the doorway. They offered a small smile in apology for scaring you as you clutched your chest.

“You coming? We’re heading out now.”

You nodded, muttering a complaint of their scaring you. It was met with a chuckle as they backed away from your door. Quickly you gathered your things so you could follow your friends out of the building for the day, they didn't like to wait around. The text message that was never formulated would have to wait a little longer. Maybe cooking dinner would bring inspiration. At least you hoped because there was no way you could wait any longer than tonight to text him. He really would forget about you if you didn’t get the show on the road, so to speak.

Your entire commute home was driven on autopilot as you thought far too hard about a good opening text. By the time you pulled into your driveway, you still hadn’t decided if he would even want that text now or not. Somehow, driving on autopilot was quicker for you because you had more time left in your evening than usual after dinner. Which unfortunately meant far too long to let you overthink a text message that really shouldn't be so difficult to formulate.

Once dinner was put away, and the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher you’d sat back down with your phone. The couch welcomed you with open arms and being comfortable helped settle some of the racing thoughts you were trying to fight off. You have always been able to think a little more clearly when you were in a comfortable setting. Several messages were typed out though, and then deleted before you finally settled on one that was going to have to be good enough. There was no way you could convince yourself to spend any more time on this.

Settle any good anxiety-riddled women on a deck outside of a bar lately?

You weren’t expecting a reply so quickly but before you could even get up off the couch to start your nighttime routine your phone chimed.

Mysterious Bar Guy: No, I save that for the really special ones. Didn’t think I’d hear from her again though.

A sense of calm washed over you at his quick and easy reply, even if you felt a little terrible about making him wait so long. The conversation lasted about half an hour, you apologized profusely and blamed a busy work schedule. He was quick to accept the apology and plan a date for the next evening. A date he refused to disclose any information on, and insisted happen so soon because too much time had passed already. When you demanded to know enough for a dress code, well as demanding as you could bring yourself to be, he relented in telling you to dress like you would for the bar.

At first that made you nervous. He seemed too good to be true so dragging you back to the bar you met for a first date might have made him a little less perfect, but he seemed to realize how that answer had come off and quickly sent another text message. This one to assure you that was not what was happening, he just wanted you comfortable. You wondered all day at work what he could have planned. Texts were sent back and forth all day as you tried to get more info out of him. He was sealed tight though, and very proud of his plans. That would be why you spent the last half of your free evening pacing your house until you needed to get ready.

There was practically a trench in your living room by the time you decided what you’d wear and how you’d do your makeup. A mental game plan was needed before you even attempted to look at your closet or you would never pick anything. When the time was appropriate and the game plan was set, you made your way to your room to settle into an easy routine. Something about doing your makeup always relaxed you. So, by the time there was a ringing of your doorbell you weren’t as nervous anymore. At least until you had to make your way to the door to let him in. Butterflies raged on in your stomach, almost making you wonder if they had gone away at all, while you descended the stairs.

With a shaky hand, you pulled the door open and as soon as your eyes met his, everything dropped. Your shoulders were no longer hunched up to your ears, a steady smile pulled your lips upwards, and you let out a breath you’d been holding since before you even got home this afternoon. Jake didn’t let onto it, but you could tell he noticed. It was only slightly embarrassing. 

“Hi,” you breathed while stepping aside and motioning for him to come inside.

He stood in the doorway with a small bouquet of wildflowers, not too much but definitely not empty-handed. Normally, you wouldn’t consider yourself a flower kind of person but you couldn’t help but be tonight. They were so pretty and the giddy feeling you got thinking about how he considered what he has learned about you so far to pick such a small bouquet made you understand why someone would enjoy this. It was almost scary how easy and comfortable everything was with him. It was the complete opposite of how you usually felt around strangers.

“Hi, these are for you. You look gorgeous.”

You could feel the heat flood your cheeks and decided to avoid eye contact as you reached for the flowers and took a sniff. Your eyes met his for one second, only rushing that heat to your ears.

“They’re beautiful, thank you. I’m gonna put them in water, and then I’m all set.”

When you returned from the kitchen, Jake was leaning against the entryway by your living room. His eyes following your every move. As soon as you stopped to stand in front of him, your fingers began fidgeting with bubbling anxiety, he pushed off the wall to grab your hands. He quickly bent at the knees, just a bit, so he could look you in the eyes a little easier as you refused to bring them back up to meet his.

“What’re ya scared of darlin’?” He asked, no judgment or accusation in his tone.

“That this could all go horribly wrong and I could end up never seeing you again.”

Your reply came so easily, so quickly, it startled you. It was the most honest you had ever been with someone you barely knew. Maybe the most honest you have ever been with another person in general.

“I don’t think that’s anything you need to worry about.”

His reassurances were nice and came almost as quickly as your honest answer had a moment ago. It was just as startling, which held a vague comfort. It was nearly impossible to lie that quickly, right?

The rest of the evening couldn’t have gone by any better, or smoother. Jake was the perfect Southern gentleman, holding doors and offering his hand to help you in and out of his truck. He didn’t disappoint with a small, quiet little diner for dinner. You both ordered burgers and milkshakes and chatted for well over an hour before he insisted it was time to go. He checked in on the drive to the surprise main event, making sure you were okay and comfortable. When you said you were fine but started to fidget with your fingers, he offered one hand from the steering wheel. You took it gratefully and immediately settled. It didn't matter where he was taking you. Some surprises could be good. You had to know that. So, you allowed his touch to relax you as much as you could manage.

He had known that a fancy, busy restaurant would have probably caused a little anxiety. It had taken him forever to find the small diner that seemed to be nearly empty at all times. The food was great though, and when you were comfortable enough to chat for so long he had known he’d made the right decision. He filled you in on this as he drove, trying to distract you from the fact that you had no idea what he had up his sleeve. It was also a great way to fill the silence that had settled into the vehicle, it wasn't quite awkward but you're sure that if he hadn't started talking it probably would have reached that level eventually.

When the door opened and his hand stretched back out to you to help you back out of the truck, your eyes nearly bugged out of your head and a small gasp left your lips. Your feet hit the ground but you barely noticed as you turned to look at him, the shock still clear on your face.

“You didn’t...”

It was easy to read the pride on his face as he nodded and informed you that he had in fact done it. During one of your texting conversations, which had happened right before this date, he had told you all about flying. You had mentioned your love of sunsets and he said they were best while up in the air. The exact response you gave him was long forgotten since the wee hours of this morning but you know it was along the terms of wanting to see that. You’d ask how he managed this on such short notice one day, but today you were blithely excited as you both bounded toward the giant hot air balloon.

Light changes quickly, you knew that from a brief stint in the photography field. So you were both compliant to all rules and information given as they filled the balloon and you started to ascend into the air. You had never had a first date even close to as good as this. His arms wrapped around you and held you close to his chest as you both whispered your awe for the beauty of the changing sky. It took a conscious effort to not start crying over how good this was. Something in the back of your brain was nagging that it couldn't be real, or wouldn't last at the very least. While you floated through the sky with his voice in your ear, talking all about what it's like to see this in the jet he flies for work, you settled. His chatter and body language was enough to shut up your traitorous brain for now.

When the basket touched the earth again, and it was time to end your evening, anxiety and dread started to bubble in your chest though. You couldn’t have had a better time. It was perfect. He was perfect. And that was terrifying because when would the other shoe drop? Jake did a phenomenal job of keeping you from a downward spiral while you chatted on the way to your house. His hand was placed firmly on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. The wind from the downed windows whipped through your hair, and a faint country love song played on the radio. He even walked you to the door, kissed your cheek, and whispered a perfectly raspy goodnight in your ear. It wasn’t until he was gone that you panicked again.

That trench in your living room only worried deeper as you refused to sleep the rest of the night. The fact that you had to work first thing in the morning be damned. There was so much to think over, so much to dissect from the evening. Perfect evenings like that only happened in your dreams, movies, and fanfics. They didn't happen to you. Let alone the way you met the man of your dreams. In the modern, real world that you actually lived in, people met on apps like Tinder and wondered why it wouldn't work out. So many reasons why you shouldn't be getting a fairy tale ending, or how they weren't real raced in your head. Your pacing only stopped long enough to read the text Jake sent to let you know he was home safe, per your request. 

You didn’t reply.

In fact, you didn’t reply to a single text he sent for the next almost two weeks.

His messages never stopped being sweet, even as the beautiful flowers he’d gotten you died on the counter. As each petal fell, you knew you were losing your chance. You were losing him. But, did you ever have him? What if the amount of talking you’d actually done was annoying and he just wanted one thing? What if he would drop you immediately after he got it? What if he found something better? It was infuriating that all you could think about were the terrible things that could happen. You were singlehandedly making your worse fears come true but nothing you did could make you reply. Even his adorable little pleas for you to at least let him know you were alive. 

The first day you didn’t receive a text from him, you found yourself with your head between your knees as you tried to calm down enough to not throw up all over your office. It didn’t help that it was Friday, finally, and the plan was for everyone to go out to the Hard Deck for drinks, that you had made them push back last week. Not a single one of your friends would let you out of it now. They didn’t know you were self-sabotaging, not that it would have made a difference. Honestly, it probably would have made them take you sooner to find the very nice, handsome pilot you could already picture a future with. If you hadn’t messed it all up.

He was the first thing you noticed the minute you walked into the bar that night. Luckily, he hadn’t seen you yet. You needed a drink, a strong one or five before you attempted to confront your mistakes. Your best friend from work volunteered for the first round, and as you slid into the booth you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He looked just as perfect as the first night you met him. His uniform fit way too well to not have been tailored. The megawatt smile he wore, while he played pool, tugged at your heartstrings. The stupid voice in your head told you he was clearly happy without you. You were overthinking and he was fine.

Round two came far quicker than anyone was expecting and you jumped at the chance to buy just so you could move. You had no room in the tight booth to do any form of fidgeting, and when your brain wouldn't shut up, moving seemed to help at least slow the Gilmore Girl-esque dialog a bit. As you stood at the bar you decided that five seemed like a good number before you went to him. What you hadn’t expected was that just someone accidentally stepping too close at the bar would bring back unpleasant flashbacks of being pawed the last time you were here in this very spot.

“Please don’t touch me.”

The plead was weak, and therefore deaf to the man who was practically stomping on your heels as he attempted to wave Penny down. He moved closer to squeeze between you and the other person next to you, all while your shoulders pulled further up towards your ears and the air began to feel thick. Clearly, his beer was more important than the people who were already waiting patiently. Your stomach rolled with unease, and when he finally noticed he was making you uncomfortable he laid it on a little thicker. A tactic to get his drink first, you were sure but as his hands found your waist you bolted. As you practically sprinted across the bar you decided that ordering drinks was no longer your job, ever again at any location.

There was only one person in this entire bar, hell the entire world, who could make you feel less like throwing up, and you went running for him. His name had left your lips in a terrified gasp before you were even close but his head whipped around to find you, and his arms opened wide. When you collided with his chest he had to take an unsteady step backwards to keep you from knocking both of you over. Before you could register much, you were outside.

Jake had passed his pool stick off and had shuffled you both out the back door. Your breathing was a little ragged but with his arms so tightly wrapped around you, and his scent relaxing everything in you, you were slowly returning to yourself. The salty spray of ocean air wafted through your hair and licked at your skin, a soft humming rang in your ear, and when it paused for a soft pair of lips to press a kiss into your hair, you melted.

“What happened after our date, sweetheart?”

The very long silence that had preceded his question wasn’t bad, the silence that followed was awkward. You tensed in his arms but did nothing else to move, you felt him give you a subtle squeeze in reassurance. He did not attempt to rush you and still made sure you were okay. It was almost like he could read your mind. The response you gave him had to be mumbled into his chest because there was no way you could lift your head and meet his eyes yet. One drink was not enough to prepare you for this.

“What do you mean?”

Smooth. If you could smack yourself in the face, you would have.

“I mean, where have ya been? I thought we’d already be a couple by now. That date went really well, didn’t it?”

“I-yo-wait.. what?”

You struggled your way out of his tight grasp and stared up at him with evident shock written on your face. He stared at you with a quiet acceptance that had you feeling even more guilty. There was something in his eyes that you couldn't bring yourself to even think about at the moment. Your brain would find a way to take the feeling and make it terrible if you ever thought of naming it. He didn’t say what you thought he did, did he? He couldn't have. If he had just said what you thought you definitely needed to not cry right now.

He just continues to stare at you for a minute, that look you can't name never wavering, knowing all you need is a second to wrap your head around what you want to say. So silence stretches on for a few seconds, that felt like hours. You open your mouth and then close it at least ten times before your brain allowed you to form a coherent sentence that kind of explained everything that has been going on for you in the last two weeks.

“It did go well. Very well. I just… well, you know,” you motion to your head, swirling your finger in the air like the whirlwind that is always happening in your head, “it gets crazy up here and I can get a little lost sometimes. I’d really love that second date if you’ll have me.”

The only indication that you might have a second chance at this is a faint smile. He barely lets you see it, his face schooled into a stoic mask. Your heart beats rapidly as you think about how you probably don’t deserve a second chance. He would be better off with someone who could function as a social human and answer his texts and pleas to let him know you were still alive. And then he speaks, and your heart stops dead in its tracks.

“For you darlin’?” He pauses for dramatic effect, a smirk pulling his lips up further, “I’d do anything you’d ask.”

And then it starts pumping again. Back in full force. Hard enough to completely break your chest. You’re going to marry this man one day, and if you don’t get that chance, it’ll be the end of you.

#Panic #Panic part 2 #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #hangman #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman fic #hangman imagine #top gun hangman

[w1ldthoughts]

Sensory Deprivation

A/n: Ive had this in my drafts for like a week so I figured I would post it! Still working on two Justin requests that I’ve got so look out for those at some point as well! Happy reading🤭

Warnings: smut

With Justin, everything was a competition. Who could load the dishwasher the fastest or who did Nova run to when both of you were holding treats. And with preseason starting you knew your time with him would soon be limited, so why not enjoy every part of him while it lasted?

“The rules are very simple.” You began, sitting across from your boyfriend at the coffee table on the floor. His hair was out of his face using a thin Nike headband, your favorite look. “Whoever has the most correct answers gets to do whatever they want to the other.”

“Deal.” He states flatly, already coming up with a game plan on how to win. It was just a simple game of ‘guess the food’ where you would each be blindfolded and have to feel around and guess what was on the plate. Anything to get him away from football for a bit was a win in your book so you’d be enjoying yourself tonight either way. But the real prize would come after the game. You and Justin had agreed that it’s been a while since you two had spent some quality time alone with his rib injury, then his shoulder surgery, then he went right into camp so sex had really been put on the back burner.

Tonight was finally the night.

While you spent some time carefully choosing your items, Justin put his blindfold on. He took his time carefully running his fingers across each of the items and you imagined those same fingers running along every inch of your body. You had to snap out of it so you could focus on getting the win and having your way with him.

He had to pretend to be disappointed when he lost the little game, secretly very excited to not be in control this time. Although he prided himself in his ability to make decisions, Justin had to be the guy in charge all the time and it felt nice that when he was with you he could be taken care of for a change.

“Well champ. You have the next few hours to do whatever you want with me. Where do we start?”

You laughed and grabbed him by the hand to lead him upstairs, after you grabbed your special surprise from the kitchen. He laid in bed per your instruction and placed the blindfold back on in anticipation. With a deep sigh you climbed into bed and settled yourself onto his lap, running your hands across his broad chest.

“Open your mouth,” you carefully instructed and he immediately relented, taking a bite of the chocolate covered strawberry you’d brought with you. You let him take a few more bites before replacing the sweet snack with your own lips, the kiss quickly picking up steam as your boyfriend hooked his arms around your waist to bring you in closer. The blindfold had somehow managed to remain exactly where it originally was placed and you took this to your advantage. You pulled away from Justin’s lips and moved over to press light feathery kisses behind his ear and down his neck.

The shift of energy in the room was palpable. What began as simple and sensual chocolatey bliss was becoming more dangerous as he grew half hard. Feeling a burst of energy now that you could see that he was enjoying this little blindfold trick, you stepped the game up, sneaking a hand underneath his shirt and running your nails from his nipple to his belly button, earning a soft, very shaky sigh. You moved your way down his body and reached down to gently massage his balls through his clothing.

With the utmost care, you took his shorts off and licked the length of his shaft a few times, giving it a kiss before you got to work. He squirmed underneath you, slightly shifting his hips like he was desperate for more. Making him feel good was pure ecstasy and you could feel the brewing wetness growing between your legs the longer you went down on him. He let out a sharp gasp and clutched at the sheets as your mouth glided effortlessly up and down his fully erect prick and you could tell he was close. So you stopped.

Justin ripped the blindfold off and immediately gave you a glare. “What just happened? Aren’t you gonna—you know?”

You smirked at him, “Am I gonna what? Finish so you can, finish? I would but…I don’t want you having all the fun.” You moved back up the bed, settling yourself against him. Ever the gentleman he asked if you needed to be prepped first and you guided his hand along your inner thigh, where he was met with a hint of how aroused you already were.

He flipped the two of you over for easier access and guided himself into you inch by inch with a husky groan.

“Babe? You okay? Can I move?” He pants out, trying to adjust to the tightness. It really had been a while. You simply nodded and he gave a few hesitant thrusts before bottoming out, earning a sigh of pleasure from below him.

Justin leans forward even more to press tender kisses on your lips as he continues to find his rhythm, allowing your bodies to move in sync. The closer you are to an orgasm the more unruly his strokes become. Your hands find purchase in his hair as he continues to roll his hips gracefully, sending you to a place beyond orbit. Breathy pants and constant reassurances of pleasure aren’t enough to describe the moment as you reach your peak at the same time, his body heavy against yours when he pulls out of you with a smile taking over his face.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He whispers, standing up and heading to the adjacent bathroom. He comes back with a warm towel and cleans you off, finishing with a gentle kiss to your forehead.

He’s back in bed five minutes later, wrapping you up in his warmth, exhaustion lulling you to sleep as you fight to keep your eyes open.

“You can take a nap, bubs. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

All you could manage was a deep sigh and a nod as you drifted off, thinking about how nothing in your dreams could compare to what you got to experience when you were awake.

#justin herbert #Justin Herbert smut #justin herbert x reader #justin herbert imagine #nfl imagine #nfl fanfic

[saturnznct]

day in the life | ljn

➸ request from anon; omg i loved the day in the life of jaemin🥰🥰could you do a jeno version maybe?

➸ note; hihi thank u for the request! i have multiple im working on and this is the first one i finished hehe hope u all enjoy <3

➸ word count; 3387 words

➸ moonbyeol; aged 5, sanghoon; aged 2 weeks

➸ warning(s); a lot of breastfeeding

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Jeno wakes at five in the morning to the sound of wailing through the baby monitor. It’s only been around two hours since he heard the sound last, but it feels like he’s barely had any sleep at all, the way his body aches and his head slightly thrums in pain.

He feels you twisting and stretching beside him, getting ready to roll out of bed and tend to your two-week-old son.

‘Want me to go look at him?’ Jeno hums softly, offering to go and assess Sanghoon’s needs in exchange for your continued sleep.

‘I think he needs to be fed,’ you shake your head, already standing up and making your way to Sanghoon’s nursery. You return with him not even a minute later, tiny writhing bundle laying in your arms. Jeno watches while you get back into bed, sitting up straight against your pillows. Jeno places your breastfeeding pillow on your lap as you pull your shirt down, positioning Sanghoon so that he can easily latch to you.

‘There we go,’ you sigh, partly in discomfort, breath hitching when Jeno gently rubs circles onto the top of your breast, alleviating some of your pain.

‘What should we do today?’ you ask, ‘I don’t know if I can handle another day holed up in the house.’

‘What should we do today?’ you ask, ‘I don’t know if I can handle another day holed up in the house.’

‘What should we do today?’ you ask, ‘I don’t know if I can handle another day holed up in the house.’

Jeno smiles, ‘I’ll take Moonbyeol to school, then we can see if this little one’s up to maybe going on a walk? We can go for coffee or lunch.’

‘How about both?’

He laughs softly, ‘both it is.’

After around half an hour of feeding, Sanghoon finally pulls away, indicating he’s finished eating. Jeno, as per your usual routine, takes Sanghoon from you, laying him over his shoulder and patting his back. You pull your shirt back up, settling back down under the covers, and beginning to doze.

Jeno finishes burping Sanghoon, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze and taking him back into his nursery.

‘Have a little more of a nap,’ he murmurs, ‘your sister will be up soon.’

Jeno goes back to bed himself, getting just over an hours sleep before his alarm goes off. He set it to be a mild-sounding one, as well as to play relatively quietly as to not disturb anyone else. He quickly scrolls through his notifications, answering a couple of messages, before hauling himself out of bed, making his way down the corridor to Moonbyeol’s bedroom. It’s still very dark in her bedroom, curtains drawn closed. He makes his way over to Moonbyeol’s bed, where she’s still fast asleep, deep under her star patterned duvet covers. Jeno sits on the edge of her bed, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder, and shaking her body softly.

‘Moonie,’ he sings, ‘wake up angel. Time to get ready for school.’

‘Daddy,’ she mumbles, small hands coming up to rub her eyes.

‘Good morning,’ Jeno strokes her hair gently.

‘Morning,’ she sighs.

‘What would you like for breakfast?’

‘Kimchi toast.’

‘Good choice. That’s what I want too.’

Jeno grins, kissing her cheek before flicking her lamp on and leaving the room.

The toast doesn’t take very long, you already had kimchi ready in the fridge, so he just mixes it with the cream cheese to make it a spread.

‘Where’s mummy/mommy?’ Moonbyeol has wandered down to the kitchen at the smell of ready toast.

’She’s catching up on some sleep baby,’ Jeno explains, putting down the plate in front of Moonbyeol, ‘baby brother kept her awake a lot of the night.’

‘Oh,’ she takes a bite of her toast.

The two dig in, crunching sounds echoing around the room.

Once they both finish, Jeno loads the dishes into the dishwasher, before following Moonbyeol back upstairs to her bedroom to start getting her ready to go to school. 

Half an hour later, Moonbyeol’s face is washed, teeth are brushed, and school uniform is on. Jeno ties the small bow on her shirt with ease, he’s had a years practice now.

‘Ready?’ 

Moonbyeol nods, picking up her little backpack, the sun and moon keychains clanging together.

‘Let’s go baby.’

Moonbyeol’s school isn’t that far away from the house. Jeno purposely picked an area where his children would have access to the best schools. Moonbyeol requests her favourite songs during the drive.

‘Alright, we’re here sweetheart,’ Jeno parks the car, getting out and walking around to help Moonbyeol out. He holds her little hand, ignoring the pain of leaning down, escorting his little one into the playground.

‘Have a good day Moonie,’ he kisses her, waving goodbye as she runs off to stand with her class.

When Jeno gets home, he’s greeted by the sound of your soft singing, along with the noise of the kettle boiling.

‘Hey,’ Jeno smiles fondly at the sight of you, stood in the middle of the kitchen rocking your baby boy.

‘Oh, hi,’ you grin back, ‘Hoonie woke up, but he didn’t want to feed so I’m making some tea- do you want some coffee?’

‘Would love some,’ Jeno nods through a yawn, lack of sleep suddenly catching up to him, ‘want me to take him?’

‘Can do,’ he takes the baby from you, ‘good morning Hoonie.’

Sanghoon gurgles a little at the change, but settles quite quickly.

The caffeine wakes you both up.

‘I’ll try feeding him again,’ you sink down into the sofa cushions. Thankfully this time, he feeds. You watch TV and make small talk (mostly about Sanghoon) for around twenty minutes before he finishes eating, Jeno taking him to be burped.

‘God, I need to clean up a bit before we go out,’ you sigh, taking in your appearance through your phone camera.

‘Go take a shower, I got him,’ Jeno insists, ‘I’ll get him ready to go.’

’Thanks,’ you sigh in relief at the thought of taking a shower, you can’t even think of the last time you got the luxury.

Jeno dresses Sanghoon, it’s relatively cold outside, the weather beginning to take a dip in the mid-september. He double checks the diaper bag, making sure you have enough supplies; diapers, wipes, extra clothes, breastfeeding cover, a blanket, and all other possible necessities.

While you’re drying your hair, he plays with Sanghoon, who’s laying on his baby rocker, by lightly tickling the bottom of his feet. 

You emerge from the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed and hair done, no makeup on, ready to go.

Jeno holds the heavy bag and you pop open the pram, placing Sanghoon inside and covering him with a blanket.

‘Ready to go?’ Jeno kisses your cheek.

‘Yeah, all set.’

The two of you walk along your street and towards the park, you pushing Sanghoon.

‘Are you alright? Are you sore anywhere?’ Jeno asks, being mindful of how this is the most physical activity you’d done after giving birth not even three weeks earlier.

‘A little, but it’s tolerable.’

‘Are you sure? We can sit down if you’re in pain and-‘

‘Jeno,’ you stop, resting a hand on his chest, ‘I’m fine. It’s been a couple of weeks and I’m not bleeding very much. And you know what all the midwives say, going on walks are great for recovery.’

‘If you say so,’ Jeno lifts a hand to squeeze yours, ‘let’s get to the cafe.’

The cafe is within the park, a cute little quaint building. You sit down, Jeno going to the counter and ordering your drinks and food while you push Sanghoon’s pram back and forth, keeping him settled.

Jeno places your drink down, laughing when you start sipping your drink before he’s even sat back down. Your food comes not long later, and you happily munch away on your toasted sandwich, well, as happily as you could while keeping an eye on your son. The hormones had you feeling quite anxious at times. 

‘Please don’t start fussing,’ you murmur as you lift him out of the pram, patting his bottom a couple of times.

‘Does he need changed?’ Jeno asks.

‘Yeah, he’s a little wet,’ you stand up, grabbing the bag from underneath the pram and heading into the bathroom.

‘There you go Hoon, all clean,’ you button up his baby-grow, securing his little mittens and hat, ‘you’re being such a good boy today.’

Jeno grins when you come back to the table, holding Sanghoon in your arms.

‘Can I hold him?’ he asks, ‘I brought the wrap.’

‘You don’t have to ask,; you lean down, allowing Jeno to take Sanghoon from you.

‘Hi baby boy,’ Jeno smiles, kissing his little hand when he stretches, ‘want to walk with daddy?’

Sanghoon looks so warm and cosy laying against Jeno’s chest in the baby wrap, and Jeno loves having his son so close. He savours the moment, knowing all too well that he will soon grow up, and will be far too big for this. 

You leave the cafe, you pushing the now empty pram while Jeno walks beside you holding Sanghoon in his arms, the rhythm of walking lulling him to sleep.

‘I’ll have to wake him when we get back,’ you sigh, ‘he’ll need to be fed again.’

‘He’s a little milk monster isn’t he,’ Jeno remarks, ‘your poor boobs.’

‘Tell me about it,’ you shake your head, ‘as much as I love feeding, it’ll be such a weight off when I can start pumping as well as normal feeding.’

‘I’ll be able to help you too,’ Jeno adds, ‘and I loved feeding Moonie.’

Jeno does the hard part for you once you get home. He gently massages Sanghoon’s tummy, which quickly rouses him from sleep. He naturally begins to cry, upset at the intrusion on his nap.

‘You can go back down once you’ve had some milk Hoonie,’ Jeno murmurs, ‘you need to eat.’

Sanghoon thankfully doesn’t refuse when he’s placed on your chest. Jeno cleans in the kitchen while Sanghoon feeds.

‘Jeno,’ you call softly when Sanghoon pulls away and stops trying to drink anymore.

Jeno burps Sanghoon, laughing at the volume. You follow him into the nursery, where you draw the blinds, Jeno silently rocking Sanghoon side to side, eventually lowering him down into his crib slowly. You brace yourself for the protesting cry, but it doesn’t come. 

‘Good boy,’ Jeno whispers, the two of you quietly leaving the room and pulling the door half-closed.

‘Wanna help me with ironing?’ Jeno asks you softly, ‘you can sit on the sofa.’

His heart seizes as you look back at him with tired, sunken eyes. You look exhausted, but beautiful to him.

You nod just as he reaches his hand out, resting it on your cheek, before leaning in for a firm but gentle kiss.

‘What?’ you giggle, confused at his sudden affection.

‘I just love you.’

‘Love you too.’

You fold clothes as Jeno irons, and before you know it, it’s time to pick Moonbyeol up from school. 

‘You gotta be quiet when you go inside Moonie,’ Jeno warns as the two approach the front door of your home, ‘baby brother might still be asleep.’

‘It’s only four o clock!’

‘Babies need lots of sleep Moonie,’ Jeno explains, opening the door as quietly as he could.

‘Mummy/mommy!’ Moonbyeol runs towards where you’re sitting on the sofa, coming to a stop when she notices the bundle in your arms.

‘Hi sweetheart, how was school?’ you ask her.

‘Good, I had fun,’ Moonbyeol mumbles, ‘what’s Hoonie doing?’

‘He’s drinking some milk Moonbyeol,’ you explain, ‘he needs milk to grow bigger, so he can grow up to be as big as you!’

‘Grandma says milk is good for my bones,’ Moonbyeol adds, referring to Jeno’s mother.

‘She’s right, makes them much stronger.’

Moonbyeol thinks for a moment, before pointing at your chest, ‘but why does he drink milk from there?’

‘Hey Moonie,’ Jeno sings, ‘speaking of milk, I think there may be some strawberry milk with our names on it in the fridge.’

‘Really?’ Moonbyeol gasps, bouncing on her feet before racing into the kitchen with her dad. 

You just smile, ‘your daddy is getting good at distractions Hoonie.’

Once the excitement from the strawberry milk dies down, Moonbyeol joins you in the living room, curling up on the sofa beside you, full attention on the episodes of Pororo and Robocar Poli playing on the television. Sanghoon stays in his newborn swing, the repetitive rotation eventually lulling him back to sleep, after which Jeno moves him into a moses basket nearby. You’re so tired that you unintentionally also fall asleep against the arm of the sofa.

‘Daddy,’ Moonbyeol chirps up after an episode finishes.

‘Yeah Moonie?’ Jeno looks up from the now ironed washing he’s sorting into piles. 

‘Can we go and play in my room?’

Jeno gives Moonbyeol a dejected smile, ‘we can’t Moonie, I have to stay here and watch Sanghoon.’

‘You always watch Sanghoon,’ Moonbyeol huffs, ‘why?’

‘Come here,’ Jeno holds his hands out, which Moonbyeol walks over to take, ‘you’re a big girl, you know that, right?’

Moonbyeol nods.

‘Well Sanghoon’s only little, he’s not as clever or strong like you, so he needs mummy/mommy and daddy around him all the time. It’s not because we don’t want to play with you or we love Hoonie more, Hoonie just needs us to do most things for him.’

‘But mummy/mommy’s here with Hoonie.’

‘Mummy/mommy’s asleep too, and mummy/mommy works really hard to look after Sanghoon, so she deserves the sleep she’s getting now.’

‘Okay,’ Moonbyeol nods, ‘it’s because I’m a big girl.’

‘Exactly!’ Jeno smiles, his eye-smile coming out, ‘come here.’

He hugs Moonbyeol tightly, ‘don’t forget that I love you, Moonie.’

‘Love you too Daddy.’

‘Now, do you want to help daddy make dinner?’ 

Thankfully due to the layout of your house, Jeno can see you and Sanghoon from the kitchen as he prepares the Japchae for dinner. Jeno keeps Moonbyeol busy by supervising her washing carrots and peppers, away from the heat of the hob. When the food is a few minutes away from being ready, Jeno suggests that Moonbyeol goes to wake you up.

‘Mummy/mommy,’ she shakes you gently, ‘dinner’s nearly finished.’

‘Oh,’ you murmur, eventually getting up and moving Sanghoon into the crib in his nursery where you can watch him from the monitor.

‘Smells so good,’ you mumble into Jeno’s back as you give him a back-hug, ‘thanks for letting me sleep a little.’

‘Hm, you deserved some rest,’ he nods, beginning to dish out the japchae into separate bowls for you all.

You and Jeno listen to Moonbyeol as she tells you all about the games she played at breaktime and the entire plot of the book that was read at story time.

The dishes thankfully can be put straight in the dishwasher. 

‘Bath time, Moonie,’ Jeno announces, much to Moonbyeol’s delight. Jeno was always thankful to have a child who loved  being bathed. She didn’t love the actual act of having her hair washed, but loved the play. Jeno quite enjoyed it too, he found it to be a great form of bonding with both of the children.

Sanghoon begins crying again while the bath is running, so you go and tend to him. 

‘Mama,’ Moonbyeol drawls as she runs into your bedroom, hair slightly damp from being towel dried by Jeno.

‘Careful of mummy/mommy!’ Jeno runs in behind her, clearly struggling to keep up.

Moonbyeol doesn’t even need to be told, already coming to a stop next to your bed and peering over in curiosity.

‘You can sit next to me,’ you tell her, patting the empty space beside you. She crawls onto the bed, sidling up beside you as close as she could get. Jeno gets on the bed beside her, so that she’s sandwiched between you. 

‘Is he hungry again?’ Moonbyeol asks, squirming a little when Jeno wraps an arm around her and pinches her sides lightly.

‘Yes, Sanghoon gets hungry a lot,’ you explain, ‘he eats maybe eight times a day.’

‘That’s a lot.’

‘Yeah, so he takes up a lot of mummy/mommy’s time, huh?’

‘Yeah…’ Moonbyeol pouts, ‘but daddy says its because he needs to grow up.’

‘Daddy’s right,’ you nod, sending a smile to Jeno, who is affectionately scratching Moonbyeol’s head, ‘it’s not because I don’t want to be with you, it’s just Hoonie needs me more, since you’re such a big girl.’

‘I know.’

‘We’ll do something nice this weekend when we go out with grandma and grandad,’ you promise, knowing there would likely be a prolonged period of time where Jeno’s mother would want the baby and you could give Moonbyeol some attention.

‘Okay,’ she smiles.

‘Hey Moonie, wanna hear Sanghoon burp?’ Jeno says as he notices Sanghoon pulling away.

‘Yeah,’ she grins as Jeno takes the baby from you.

Moonbyeol giggles maniacally when Sanghoon loudly burps. 

‘I think it’s your bedtime, princess,’ Jeno announces as she calms down, prompting her to whine loudly.

‘Say goodnight to mama.’

Moonbyeol slumps her shoulders, but trudges over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing your cheek.

‘Goodnight mummy/mommy, love you.’

‘I love you too Moonie. Goodnight.’

Jeno gives Sanghoon back to you before leading Moonbyeol out of your bedroom and to the bathroom so she can brush her teeth.

‘What colour do you want tonight?’ Jeno asks, referring to her nightlight that creates stars of various colours.

‘Pink,’ Moonbyeol mumbles, and so Jeno presses the button for pink stars, that instantly project onto the ceiling above.

‘Goodnight Moonie,’ Jeno leans down to kiss her forehead, ‘see you in the morning.’

‘Night daddy.’

When Jeno returns to your bedroom, you’re still laying with Sanghoon, who’s resting on your chest on his stomach, happily dozing through a milk coma.

Jeno returns to his side of the bed, eyes never leaving Sanghoon.

‘He’s so chilled,’ you lay a hand on his back, rubbing up and down gently.

‘He’s perfect,’ Jeno sighs, allowing himself to relax and settle into the mattress.

‘Mmh,’ you hum, using a spare hand to run a hand through his long black hair, ‘so are you.’

Jeno becomes shy, burying his face into the mattress, ‘that was cringey.’

‘Maybe, but it’s true,’ you smile, ‘you helped me so much with Moonie today. Just want you to know how much I appreciate you.’

‘Sometimes I feel a bit helpless when it comes to Sanghoon, I mean he’s a newborn, you’re his mother, you need each other. So I’m just trying to help you ease that burden a bit.’

‘I’ll… we’ll be okay.’

‘Always,’ he smiles, lifting his head and kissing your bare shoulder. 

You yawn, stretching your legs and shoulders a little, trying to keep yourself awake. Jeno rolls over onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow.

‘Can I cuddle him?’

You grin at his innocent request, nodding and helping him with the handover.

The television plays quietly in the background as you watch them. Seeing Jeno like this always made your heart race, how attractive he looked in his white t-shirt and sweatpants, tiny baby on his chest. The sight always reminded you of how much you loved him, how much he does for your family, and how much you love what you’ve created together.

You wordlessly snuggle into his side, and Jeno throws his free arm around you, kissing your forehead. 

You watch television together for around an hour or two, you falling asleep not long before Sanghoon fills his diaper (typical, Jeno thinks), and when Jeno returns, he places Sanghoon in his bed-side crib. Although he’s tired, he still deems it too early to sleep, so he scrolls through his phone, answering various work related messages and texts from members expressing their jealousy over his paternity leave. He slips out of the room after a while, taking the fastest shower he possibly can before brushing his teeth, as well as grabbing two glasses of water from the kitchen (you often wake up thirsty) and returning to bed, where you and the baby are thankfully still peacefully asleep.

‘Goodnight,’ Jeno kisses your cheek, although you don’t respond. He falls asleep with you in his arms. 

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[malicedragoness]

Nanami Kento X F!Reader Fluff

It’s been a few years since I’ve posted anything. Mortal Kombat just hasn’t inspired me for the longest time. Maybe with the new game coming out (and Kenshi’s sexy tattoos) it might kick start that inspiration.

But lately, the Jujutsu Kaisen daddies have my heart in a chokehold and I’ve been itching to post something about my favorite, Nanami Kento.

My friend, @memeadonna and I challenged each other to write a drabble based off a picture and character we were given. She gave me Nanami and a picture of a man with his shirt and tie open drinking something.

So here’s some Nanami fluff.

Words: 851

Warnings: none

Summary: Tired Nanami gets home and domestic fluff ensues.

It was past nine o clock and Kento still wasn’t home. Dinner was already prepared, you made some of his favorite things after he called you earlier in the day saying he already had a headache. The last few hours you haven’t received any form of contact, call or text, which was unlike him. If something happened, you knew you would get a call from Gojo or one of his colleagues to explain.

It still didn’t stop you from worrying. You sat on the couch with the tv on, not giving it your full attention, your mind constantly wandering.

You tried to do anything to occupy the time. Sweeping and mopping everywhere in the apartment, loading the dishwasher, taking out the trash, and doing Kento’s laundry. One of your favorite things to do, that you will never tell him, is ironing his clothes.

It felt like you were able to put all your love and care into his clothes, to lay them out and carefully iron a perfect crease into his shirts and pants. You loved how long his blue button ups are and how they always have a hint of his cologne. After ironing them, you love to hold them up to your face, imagining it's him engulfing you in his warmth.

It would kill you if he found out.

Thankfully, you were already done with your chores when you heard the keys jangling at the front door. Kento sluggishly walked in, shoulders slumped, suit jacket draped over his arm, and bags under his eyes.

“Welcome home, babe.” You greeted him, kissing his cheek and taking his jacket from him. He slumped over and rested his head on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, love,” Kento let out a heavy sigh. “My phone died while hunting for the curse. And Gojo thought it was funny to take selfies in the middle of the fight. It took forever to finish up.”

You giggled. “Come sit down and I’ll take off your shoes.”

Kento shuffled behind you as you guided him inside. He sunk into the couch and threw his head back, sighing deeply. Even with baggy eyes and disheveled hair, he’s still the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. He would never let his guard down like this around anyone. Except for you.

You took his shoes off and set them at the door. “Do you want to eat first or take a bath?”

“You don’t have to do all that.” Kento said softly.

“But I want to.” You smiled at him and brushed his bangs to the side.

Half lidded amber eyes smiled up at you. “Thank you. I’m grateful to have you.”

You can feel your face flush at his words. “I’ll run you a bath and then heat up your food.”

You walked away as Kento began to undo his cufflinks. You already set aside clean clothes for him earlier that night. After a few minutes of getting the water to the right temperature and setting out his soaps, you walk into the living room.

“Kento, your bath is ready-“

Kento stood at the kitchen table with a scotch bottle, shirt unbuttoned and tie loosened, revealing planes of toned muscles. A trail of blonde hair leading from his belly button and down his abdomen. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his forearms, and the veins in his hands. He took a sip from a glass of scotch and let out a groan.

No matter how many times you’ve seen his bare chest, it always made your heart pound uncontrollably. It’s unfair that he has the body of a Greek god and didn’t know it.

“I know, I know.” He set the glass down and rubbed his eyes. “I promised I wouldn’t drink after a certain time.”

At his admission, you snapped yourself out of your trance. “That’s ok, Ken. I wasn’t stare-I mean,” you see a slight smirk grace his features, “I wasn’t thinking that.”

“What were you thinking?”

The playfulness of his tone made you pause, and you couldn’t help the surprised smile on your face. It was rare when he engaged in flirty banter with you.

Oftentimes, he showed his love in other ways. Cooking meals for you, putting gas in your car, cleaning up the apartment, picking up your medications, buying your favorite treats and any necessities you may need.

That playful smirk stayed as he sauntered over to you, eyes full of mischief. Butterflies danced around in your stomach.

Kento leaned his forehead against yours, his warm breath mingling with yours. “Thinking about me?”

“Yes.” You breathed, unable to speak higher than a whisper.

He presses his lips against yours in a lazy kiss, leaving behind the taste of scotch. Your lips were barely touching each other after he pulled away.

“Or were you thinking about holding my clothes to your face again?”

Your heart drops at his words.

“Go take a bath already!” You land a playful smack on his arm.

“I can give you my clothes now, if you want?”

“Go!”

Kento walks away, breathing out a laugh.

#nanami kento x reader #f!reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fluff drabble #nanami kento fanfic

[evebookreviews]

I ,somewhere once, read about a chapter an author wrote about one of her character's daily routine but in a 3rd person pov.

I thought I'd try that with me!! Feel free to reblog and do this with ur daily routine.

EVE'S DAILY ROUTINE

3 : 50 - Eve wakes up on her second alarm and makes her way to the kitchen. She makes coffee for herself. No one in this world can make a coffee taste so bad like Eve can. She drinks it without complaining because she made it.

4: 10 - She sits in front of her laptop. She makes herself cozy in her blue blanket. She starts catching up on her homework.

5: 00 - She starts getting distracted at this point and questions her entire existence. She has her first mental breakdown of the day.

5 :45 - She watches funny animal videos and laughs out loud even though her family is sleeping. She feels happy.

6: 00 - She had had enough of her sister's alarm ringing for the past half hour , and she wakes her sister up.

6: 05 - She argues with her sleepy sister who claims to be wide awake.

6: 15 - She makes a mental schedule for the day , which she never follows but needs so that she can feel like she has her life together.

6: 30 - She showers in boiling hot water and starts getting ready for school.

7: 50 - She arrives at school where she can not stop smiling.

8 :00 to 3: 30 - She has a Rollercoaster of emotions during her day at school.

4: 00 - She reaches home and starts reading a book along with listening to music.

6: 00 - She is still reading a book.

6 :05 - She starts another book.

7 : 30 - She eats her dinner and starts loading up the dishwasher.

8 : 30 - She is lying in her bed watching tiktoks.

9:00 - She falls asleep.

and the cycle repeats again.

ID LOVE TO KNOW ALL YALL'S DAILY ROUTINE

#cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #the queen of nothing #the wicked king #books & libraries #books and reading #bookseller #bookworm #cruel prince #romance books #bookshelf #fantasy books #books #bookstagram #bookaholic #bookaddict #book blog #book recommendations

[survey--s]

609.

The last time you were in the fridge, what were you looking for? Iced coffee.

Do you like clowns? Nope. I'm not terrified of them or anything but they really do freak me out.

Have you answered all of these questions honestly so far? I mean, there have been two questions lol.

What’s the third text in your inbox? It's from Mike saying he needs new tyres on his car.

Are you listening to anything at the moment? I have Two and a Half Men on in the background and I can hear my own typing, the dryer and the dog snoring.

Do you twitch when you’re falling asleep? Yeah, all the time.

Are your dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty? We don't own a dishwasher.

Are you at home or with friends more often? Home.

When is the last time you were on a bicycle? About six years ago.

What have you eaten today? Two slices of toast and a donut.

Would you date someone 15 years older than you? No, probably not.

Do you own a strapless bra? I'm sure I have one somewhere, yeah.

Does the person you like know it? Yes.

Did anything brighten up your day today? It was nice to have a lie in, but otherwise it's just been a pretty normal day so far. I slept in, had breakfast, walked the dog, bumped into Suzanne and Charlie, showered, did two loads of laundry, went to the shops, fed the animals and now I'm doing this.

How are you feeling at this exact moment? Kinda hungry, but otherwise I'm absolutely fine.

Are you someone who worries too often? Not so much anymore.

If you could date somebody who would it be? My husband, lol.

Do you ever wonder how other people see you? Sure, I know people judge me when I'm walking Archie and he's stressing out about other dogs.

What is one good thing you’re known for? Ironically, how good I am with other dogs haha.

How about one bad thing? I have no idea.

Are you taller than most? Most what? Most women, yes. Most people in general? No, I don't think so.

When was the last time you sang an ENTIRE song? Today in the shower.

Are you the type of person who likes to be out or home? I like both. I find being at home really relaxing and I recharge the best that way, but I can't spend too long indoors without getting out - otherwise I get cabin fever.

What time do you normally go to bed? 11 pm - 1 am. 

What is one thing that is currently bothering you? Nothing in particular, to be honest.

What did you do today? Oh, I kind of answered this already lol. I slept in until about 8.30am, did a load of laundry, vacuumed, had breakfast, walked the dog, came home, showered, did another load of laundry, went grocery shopping and fed the animals - now I'm doing this and watching TV.

Do you consider yourself to be attractive? I think I'm pretty average looking.

What was the last thing that you drank? Pepsi Max.

Is anything annoying you now? Not right this second, no.

Has anyone ever said i love you to you and not meant it? Yeah.

Do you regret going out with the last person you did? No.

Do you realise it when you curse? No, not always.

When was the last time you showered? About three hours ago when I got back from walking the dog.

Who did you last talk to in person? Suzanne.

Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? I always do SOMETHING, but yeah, I do have some properly lazy days at times, lol.

Have you ever been extremely tired but refused to go to sleep? Yes.

What is your favorite episode of True Life, if you have one at all? I've never seen it.

Have you ever experienced something paranormal? Nope, I don't really believe in that stuff.

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic? About 3-4 hours.

Best field trip experience? When we went to Paris for a week.

Have you ever been to New York City? Nope.

If so, is it all its cracked up to be? ...

What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? Personally, about £30 per head but my dad once took Mike and I to a restaurant that was about £300 per person, not including alcohol.

What museums have you visited, if any? Too many to name. I was always dragged around museums as a kid.

Have you ever had a group project and one of your partners bailed on you? Sure, all the time. It's why I've always hated stuff like that.

What’s your worst travelling experience? Getting scammed in France I guess, but it was no big deal in the grand scheme of things.

Sims 1, 2, or 3? Why? The first one, I guess because it's what I grew up with along with all the expansion packs.

Have you ever dealt with noisy neighbors or roommates? How did that go? Sure, but that's what happens when you live in terraced housing or apartments. You just deal with it.

Who was (or is) the teacher that gave you the hardest time in school? Probably my senior school tutor.

Best muffin you’ve ever had? I love a freshly baked blueberry muffin.

Have you ever taken a woodshop class? Yeah, we had to for a while in school.

How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? I'm logged into it all the time but I only really check it when I have a notification or want to upload something.

What area of math are you best at? Worst? I'm not good at any kind of maths, lol.

How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? I love it - most people I meet haven't heard of the stuff I like, ha.

What is the strangest thing you’ve ever seen outside of your house? I honestly have no idea. The girl over the road from us walks her ferret sometimes, that's pretty weird.

Do you believe in luck? Why or why not? I mean, I think sometimes people get lucky, sure, but I don't think it happens for any particular reason.

How often do you “half-ass” things (put little effort in)? God, all the time hahah.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? Sometimes, yeah. I don't pick messy foods if I'm out in public as I'm pretty much guaranteed to spill it down my front LOL.

Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? Ohh yes.

How reliable is your internet connection? Generally it's fine but it has been going on/off a bit lately for some reason.

Have you ever missed a meeting/event that was required/necessary? Yeah, sure.

What’s something that makes you incredibly nervous? Phone calls with people I don't know.

What’s the latest you’ve ever stayed up to finish homework/a project? I pulled multiple all-nighters at university.

If you don’t have glasses, how would you feel if you had to get them? I've been wearing glasses since I was seven years old.

If you do have glasses, how would you feel if you didn’t need them anymore? That would be AMAZING. Unfortunately, my prescription is too complicated for laser eye surgery so I'm just gonna have to live with them for now.

How many vegetarians do you know? Probably quite a few, but I don't really go around asking people things like that.

Have you ever considered going to art school? Nope.

Is there anyone in your life who consistently angers you? No. I don't really spend time with anyone like that.

How quickly can you write an essay? Depends on the subject and how long the essay has to be.

Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? Nope. I've never understood how people can do that.

Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? Yeah, a few times.

If you have a job, who is your least favorite coworker/manager? I'm self-employed.

Favorite episode of Spongebob? I couldn't pick a particular favourite. I like the ones with Squidward as the main focus.

Do you have any silly/odd emotional connections to anything/anyone? Sure, don't most people?

Are your parents supportive of you? They most certainly are.

How often do you take the train to go places? Never. Around here, it's MUCH quicker and cheaper to drive.

Do you play with your phone in awkward situations? I do when I'm like, waiting for an appointment or for a friend to come back from the toilet or something, but I try not to do it in company as it's pretty rude.

#survey #surveys

[pbandjesse]

You know it's hard to tell if things are a side effect if sometimes you are just in bed all day. Because I was in bed all day. I am exhausted and I do not know if it's the weather, or on the medication, or the winter sads, or Christmas? I have no idea. I wish I did more stuff today. I wish I could get up and shake off whatever is wrong. I hope tomorrow is better.

It's not even like I slept bad last night. I had some trouble falling asleep. But I woke up when James got up for work. They put another blanket on me. And that was nice. And I slept until after 10:00. Which I always hate doing but I figure if I needed it then I needed it.

When I did get up I didn't feel 100% great. But I was all right. I went and got washed and dressed but then I didn't like the outfit I had so I changed. I would add a fleece sweater later. But mostly I just popped around the apartment in my tank top dress.

After I got ready I started working on the cookies. James had made the chocolate chip cookie dough last night and it was waiting in the fridge for me and once the first batch was in the oven I started mixing The shortbread dough. James is going to bake it in the morning before I wake up so that it's good to pack and dried out enough. I wanted to do sticks for some of the hopefully they are as nice as I imagine they will be. I always do a three ingredient shortbread. And it usually comes out really nice as long as it's dried in the fridge.

I'd spend a good two hours on baking. Someone did ring the doorbell in the middle and it was just a random person and he had run all the doorbells so I did not go down and deal with that. Let somebody else do it.

James ordered me Chipotle for lunch which was very nice of them. I had only eaten the broken cookies that were coming out of the oven and nothing else. So having rice and everything else was very good. Made me feel a little bit more alive.

I just felt very foggy today. For the first 2 hours of my day I was pretty good but then I was just like out of it. I didn't work on any crafts. I didn't wrap anything. I didn't really even do any cleaning. I loaded the dishwasher but I never even ran it. I just didn't feel like myself.

Once the cookies were done I bagged everything up so that they would be even amounts for gifting purposes. And after James does the shortbread I will put them all in boxes so that we can give them out to people we were going to give them to.

And then I went and laid down. I didn't sleep. I would eventually but for the first hour and a half or so I was just working on stuff on my phone and send an emails and reading an articles and watching videos. But I was so tired. I tried to get up at one point and do something but I realized it was not going to be a good idea and just let myself fall asleep.

I woke up in the sun was down. James was next to me and that was nice but I was very hot and uncomfy. James just laid with me for a little while but then I asked if we could close the storm windows because it's going to drop to such a low degree while we're gone and I don't want Sweetp or the apartment to get cold. Plus then when we get back I will hopefully just be nice and cozy in here. I'm still hoping we're doing Christmas Day at the apartment so I would like it to be nice in here if we do have people over.

I did get up eventually though and James brought me crackers with peanut butter and jelly in the studio. I was going to try to do stuff but I did not. We did get the rest of the storm windows closed though except for one in the studio and the kitchen because we could not figure out how to get them all the way down. So instead we hung a thick blanket over the one window and for the kitchen we will just close the curtain that we have in the doorway. So the kitchen will be cold but not the worst thing.

Now though I've been in bed while James does their podcast in the other room. And I think I'm going to try to get up now and just walk around the apartment for a little bit. Double check that my bag is packed with everything I need for sleeping over my parents house tomorrow. And then I'm going to take a shower and get back in bed and hopefully tomorrow I feel better.

Last year on Christmas I accidentally took way too much melatonin and was in a fog for 3 days. So I'm hoping that at least I'm more awake and can have a little bit more fun. I hope that you guys all have a good Christmas Adam tomorrow and I will talk to you soon. Be safe with the temperature drop. They say there might be a lot of ice on the road so we got to be safe.Good night everyone

[footballffbarbiex]

Your Friday evening sounds class. How’s your Saturday? Today my parents and sister have gone to an art gallery near Durham, my brother is occupied choosing his modules for September. So I’ve made chilli oil, am dehydrating onion and garlic to powder them. Have cleaned the oven and counters, cleaned the bathroom, emptied and reloaded the dishwasher, done two loads of washing, made some peanut butter and apple juice ice cubes for my dog and am now going to play some Beatles songs in the piano before I go in the garden and replant my carrots in bigger pots. I am fucking loving being able to be productive without the pressure of school, even if the weather is a bit crap. Tonight I’m going to FaceTime my oldest brother becaude I haven’t seen him in ages.

This is how mine has gone. I woke up at half 11 thanks to rona making me drained, frosted and choc’d my cake. One set of bedding is in the wash, another 3 bedding loads are waiting to go in. The other half is making homemade soup for lunch and I’m ready to eat.

You’ve been so productive!!! @holdmybvbeer look at our child being amazing. I feel so proud 🥺🥺 my little one growing up so fast. I wouldn’t even know how to dry out food to be powdered. I do want to learn to make chilli jam tho 🤤

How long do you have the house to yourself? A few hours? Yeah, having the time to yourself is incredible. Suddenly you can do things now without worry. And it sounds like you’re using this time perfectly.

The weather here is grey and cloudy but BOY is it lush and cool 🥹🥹

[100dayproductivity]

97/100.

Am I incapable of doing chores without turning them into a blog post? Seems so.

You know what it is? It's avoidance. I am avoiding a couple of unpleasant tasks (not household chores) that are causing me deep anxiety. So instead of facing them, I do nothing. Which also causes me anxiety. So I try to do housework to feel like I'm "too busy" to get to those unpleasant tasks. But I can only motivate myself to do housework by writing a Tumblr post about it. I think I feel like I can't properly focus on the unpleasant tasks while I have housework nagging at me. Like when you can't get down to studying or writing an essay until you clear off your desk. Kwim?

So... Let's start at the kitchen drying rack again. This seems to be my current modus operandi.

Clear off drying rack ✓

Empty dishwasher ✓

Do a load of laundry ✓

Take dog for a walk ✓

Have a healthy lunch ✓

Hang laundry outside ✓

Have healthy snack ✓

(Lol, it looks like all I did between lunch and snack was hang laundry but I was actually working all afternoon.)

Now it's dinner time already.

Oh! I actually did a half-hour of yard work too! Almost forgot.

Yard work ✓

Healthy dinner ❌

I had a leftover slice of pizza and too many Doritos.

Run dishwasher ✓

Take in laundry from outside and put in dryer ✓

#100 days of productivity #100dop #to do list #chores #kitchen #cleaning #procrastination #avoidance #anxiety