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bro-atz · 2 months

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evidential

in which: managing partner attorney song mingi just seems to get hotter with every passing second.

pair: lawyer!mingi/paralegal!afab!reader

word count: 3.8k

content: smut, office sex, unprotected sex (remember to wrap up irl!), (slight) cum-eating, mingi has a huge tattoo and a huge dick—, so much sexual tension fr, hopefully i'm not missing anything, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: inspired by this brain rot of mine. if it weren't for @irlkpop @yunhoszn @sanspuppet @byuntrash101 i wouldn't even have considered writing this let alone making it a series, so class say thank you to these four lovelies

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You were rather proud of yourself. You had every right to be as well because you were the paralegal everyone at your firm went to. You were so highly in demand that the other lawyers fought over you all the damn time.

However, there was only one man who got to get your help in full, and that was the managing partner: Attorney Song Mingi. It didn’t matter if you were helping another lawyer on a case; if Attorney Song needed you, you were there in an instant. To use a juvenile term, he had eternal dibs on you.

And you didn’t mind. You liked worked with the attorney, but the one thing you hated the most when working with him was how late he would work you sometimes. The life of a lawyer wasn’t easy, but you should be allowed to sleep at least whether it’s at home or at least one of the couches in his room, but no. If Song Mingi wanted to get something done, he was going to get it done before letting himself rest, let alone sleep.

The craziest part about working these insane hours was that Attorney Song refused to dress comfortably if he was working. You weren’t talking about changing into jammies or anything like that; he refused to let himself look “improper” and was always keeping every single garment of his three piece suit on his body. He wouldn’t even loosen the tie or anything— he was prim and proper ’til the very end.

That is until one particular day.

It was just you and the managing in the partner that day. Everyone else had gone home, but you two were scouring through mountains of papers and files and everything under the sun trying to find a specific, singular piece of evidence; and, as per usual, Attorney Song refused to let you take any sort of break.

The worst part about day was that the building’s AC was shot to hell. You had no idea how or why it happened, but it just did. You thought that the attorney would just take the damn files and go home— as if he was ever going to do that.

“Y/N, focus,” he snapped his fingers in front of you and pointed to a stack on the ground. “Go through all of these.”

“I already did—”

“Do it again. We need to fucking find this piece of evidence.”

Attorney Song rarely swore, so when he did, you felt goosebumps erupt on your skin. With a soft sigh, you did as he said. He watched as you got up from your chair and bent down slowly to get all of the files that you had set on the ground, the stack teetering dangerously as you moved them back to the table. Then, you felt his eyes leave you the second he confirmed you doing the task he assigned you. You went through all the files once again, your fingers combing through each page slowly, being more meticulous than you were during the first pass.

You went through one file and didn’t find it. As you set the file aside, you briefly glanced at the managing partner only to freeze. You had never seen him without his glasses on, and when he took them off in that moment, he whipped them off his face, a heavy, frustrated sigh leaving his lungs.

You always knew that Attorney Song was attractive, but you never really looked at him properly until that day. You wanted to appreciate his hair line, his perfect eyebrows, the lovely beauty mark on his cheek, and his beautifully shaped nose, but you could only focus on his lips. God, his rosy lips, his rosy, plump lips. His lips that only got fuller as he let out yet another sigh.

When he tossed his glasses to the side on the table, you felt saliva pool in your mouth and your pussy quiver. Plus, thanks to the AC being broken as fuck, your body temperature only got hotter and hotter to the point that you wanted to start stripping just to cool off.

Right as Attorney Song was about to look up, you quickly opened the second folder and went through the files in there. You tried to focus, but you were sweating so much that you could feel it roll down your back. So, eyes still on the papers, you unbuttoned one more button on your blouse. You couldn’t go further than that without exposing your bra, so you left it there and started fanning yourself knowing that fanning yourself would only make you hotter, but you seriously had no choice.

Little did you know that Mingi was entranced by you at that moment. He couldn’t help but stare at the new part of your chest that you exposed, blood rushing to his ears and crotch. He watched as a little bead of sweat rolled right down your neck, down your chest, and through your cleavage. He felt like his brain was on fire the longer he stared at you, and his own body started heating up like crazy.

Truth be told, Mingi was dying under all of those layers. He was sweating like anything, and he badly wanted to take off at least his jacket, but he couldn’t, for he had a secret he didn’t want to tell anyone about, and it was a pretty big secret.

There was nothing wrong with his secret, but he had yet to show anyone in the firm, and he wasn’t prepared at all to deal with the questions and the comments and side eyes from people. He wanted to remain as professional as possible, which meant he would rather sweat to death than expose it.

He couldn’t do that for long, though. He felt like he was risking having heat stroke, and there was no way he could afford that right now, not in the middle of an important case. As casually as possible, Mingi shed his jacket and vest and draped both over the chair discreetly, and he prayed that you wouldn’t notice.

Oh, but you did. You were so hyperaware of everything that you looked up slyly and saw him take the jacket off while focusing on the papers in front of him. His shirt— his white button up— was drenched in sweat. The poor guy was probably suffering under his jacket for so long based off of how soaked he was. But forget about how the shirt was clinging to the muscles on his body and displaying his muscles for a second. His shirt was so transparent at that point that it revealed his secret: a chest tattoo that connected to a massive sleeve.

By that point, the damage had been done. You’d seen the tattoo, Mingi knew you saw the tattoo, so there was no point to trying to be inconspicuous about it. Keeping his eyes on the files, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of his shirt, giving you a slightly better look at the black ink on his fair skin. You could see it a little more, but you for the life of you still could not figure out exactly what it was he had tattooed on him. It was when he rolled up his sleeves did you figure it out: it was a biomechanical tattoo that seemed to rip through his skin and show the mechanics in his body. And then, when he leaned towards you to grab more files from your side, you were able to glance down his chest and see a mechanical heart on his chest.

And that’s when you realized after Mingi took his jacket off, every single one of his actions was done very purposefully; because when he leaned towards you for a stack of files, you got a faint whiff of his ridiculously expensive cologne and you felt his hot breath go past your ear, and he definitely heard your bated one. To make matters worse, he was still acting like the attorney you knew him to be.

“Hey,” he said, his low voice barely snapping you back to reality. “Focus.”

The tension in the room got so thick that it practically made the room even hotter. You were losing your mind, and you desperately needed to do something about it.

“A-Attorney Song, I just need to step out for a second,” you told him while squirming in your chair.

“We’re in the middle of figuring out this fucking case. What do you mean you’re going to step out for a second?” The attorney snapped, his attitude returning to normal.

“B-Bathroom…”

Mingi smirked— God fucking dammit, that made it so much worse— before he responded, “You can pee when we’re done. Sit your ass back down and find me this fucking piece of evidence.”

His authoritative tone made all the cells in your body scream for him. You didn’t need to pee, and he knew it. What you really needed was for him to rail you and fuck you until your brain went numb, but he wouldn’t do any of those things until you fucking found this fucking piece of evidence.

That’s when you saw it— the holy grail. It was almost cliché in a way. The two of you lunged for the piece of paper that would win the case and caught it at the same time. The tips of his long fingers brushed against yours, and the two of you looked from the sheet to each other at the same time. You were frozen, your eyes darting left and right as you observed his face in that close proximity. Mingi, however, still seemed to be in work mode (he most certainly was not at that point). Not moving from his position at all, he plucked the paper from your hand and placed it inside his portfolio folder before grabbing the back of your head and kissing you hungrily.

You were definitely surprised to say the least, but you didn’t want to spend any time pondering how the attorney also got to the same state of mind as you. The point was that you wanted him bad and he wanted you just as badly, and you could tell when his grip on your hair tightened and when he subtly wrapped his fingers around your neck and pressed into the pressure points with just enough strength to make blood rush to your head but allow you to breathe as his kisses got rougher.

Trying to cling to some sense of sanity, you ran your own fingers through his hair and held his hair and forearm tightly. Your exhales in between kiss mingled with his, soft moans and sighs adding to the mix every so often. You felt like you were burning up the longer he made out with you, and the sweat collecting on your body definitely made you aware of that. Sweat dripped down his and your face and mixed with your dribbling saliva, both falling and staining the documents on the table.

“W-Wait, attorney,” you managed to say. “The documents.”

You heard him curse under his breath as he momentarily let go of you to rid every single piece of paper on the table with one fell swoop. Then, he quickly made his way around the table and grabbed your arms roughly to pull you into him, his plush lips barely cushioning the blow of his animalistic kisses.

“Tell me something,” Mingi muttered against your lips, his body pressing into yours, his hands running down your arms and resting on your waist as he kept kissing you. “Do you still wanna go to the bathroom?”

“Depends,” you replied breathlessly, your hands roaming up his chest and grabbing the collar of his shirt. “Are you going to help me take care of it?”

“What, you were going to go to the bathroom to touch yourself?” Mingi chuckled.

“I blame you,” you pushed him away and prodded his chest— the one with the tattoo. Then, you added, “I think you should take full accountability for getting me to this point.”

“I could say the same to you,” Mingi’s voice lowered and nearly growled. He suddenly grabbed your ass and pulled upwards as he said, “You and this damn pencil skirt.”

You bit back a moan when you felt his hands grip your ass harder. You wanted to tease him more, but he interrupted you to continue his previous sentiment.

“And this fucking shirt.”

With one finger, he slid it down the middle of your shirt, ripping the rest of the buttons off. Before he took the shirt off you, he lifted you and sat you down on the table, then his antsy hands working on stripping you down completely.

You didn’t get to ask him what he meant because the second he got you fully naked, he gripped your breast with one hand and gripped your ass with the other. He started sucking hard on your breast as he groped and squeezed your body with insatiability. You let out a sweet moan and clung to the man’s shoulders when you felt him bite down gently on your tit. It was when he brought his hand from your ass to your crotch and rubbed your folds did that last string of sanity of yours snapped.

“Attorney— Ah! Mingi!” you whined as you grabbed his hair and pulled him back to look at you. “I want you in me, please just fuck me already!”

“I want to,” Mingi rasped as he looked at you hungrily. “But I don’t have any condoms.”

“I don’t care— I need you to fuck me,” you whimpered— you were so close to crying because of how sexually frustrated you were.

“As long as you’re clean…” he uttered with a smirk before leaving you with a sloppy kiss.

You helped him out of the rest of his sweaty clothes, your hands unveiling the massive chest tattoo. You trailed your fingers up from his wrist to his shoulder, following the lines of the artwork before arriving at his chest.

“Your tattoos are so sexy, attorney,” you whispered as you outlined the intricate details of the tattoo with your fingernail.

You laid your hand flat over the mechanical heart tattoo and looked into his darkened eyes, the man biting his lower lip to keep himself the slightest bit together, his chest swelling under your palm.

“Y/N,” Mingi said roughly as he took your hand in his. He brought your hand down to his clothed crotch to feel his massive, hardened cock, your eyes widening as you it slowly dawned on you that Mingi may have more than just one big surprise. “I’m warning you. I’m not going to hold back.”

“Don’t.”

Mingi visibly shivered. He quickly rid himself of the rest of his clothes and stood before you in all of his glory, his immense, veiny, raging red cock twitching the closer he got to you. Pinning you down to the table, Mingi placed one hand alongside your waist, the other stroking his cock and rubbing the tip against your folds. You desperately wanted to tell him to just hurry up, but if he came at you with his full force from the get go, you felt like you would definitely tear into two pieces. So, you let him go at his own pace.

He only pushed the tip in first, and once he had his hands on either side of you, he sank a good majority of his cock into you gingerly before suddenly thrusting the rest of himself into you. Your hands went to his hair and neck, and you dug your nails into him while letting out a wail, his cock somehow getting bigger as it throbbed inside you.

Honestly, you were in a little pain, but that didn’t change the fact that the rest of your body desperately wanted him to move, and you wanted him to move fast. Heck, you wanted him to fuck you to the point that you wouldn’t be able to think straight. And Mingi understood that when you looked at him with teary eyes and parted lips. He grasped your waist and began to fuck you fast and hard, your back pressing so hard into the table that you thought you were going to leave an imprint of your ass on it— in the most literal sense, Mingi fucked you into the table exactly as you expected him to.

The table creaked under you as Mingi lowered himself so that his chest was pressing against yours. He moved his hand from your waist to the back of your head and clenched your hair in his tight grasp, his sloppy kisses and tongue violating your mouth. He moved up slightly, allowing his cock to delve deeper into to, and with a very specific intense rut, he hit your cervix. You clenched immediately, and you broke off the kiss as you let out a loud, crying moan, your arousal spraying out of you and onto the table; and you clenched so hard that Mingi could barely pull out— the feeling of your walls squeezing his penis tightly made him orgasm immediately. He pulled out and came hard all over your chest and stomach, ropes of cum trailing along your body.

You thought that would be it, that he would clean you up and call it a day. But no, he was far from over, especially after seeing his white stickiness dripping down your skin. He quickly shoved his cock back in you, making you choke out a moan. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the table, your own arms and legs wrapping around him as you clung to him in fear of him dropping you to the ground.

He did drop you, but that was only when he walked you into his office and slammed your back into the shelves of document boxes, the fixture wobbling and nearly dropping some of the boxes. He brought one of your legs up and fucking you relentlessly, the shelves squeaking and creaking with every one of his insane thrusts. Little profanities would slip under his breath occasionally when he felt his waist slam into yours at just the right angle. Stars started filling your vision when he grabbed your breast and massaged it, your nipple rubbing in between his squeezed fingers.

“M-Minngh-gi,” you moaned as you felt your climax nearing. “C-Cumm—”

He cut you off by grabbing your cheeks and kissing you passionately. He didn’t have to say it, but you knew what he was telling you. Wait.

Quickly pulling out, Mingi spun you around so that your chest was pressing into the shelves, and he quickly re-entered you, his waist ramming into your ass with so much force that your knees nearly buckled. You wanted to scream and cry, but your mouth was stuffed with his fingers, so the only thing you could do was moan and suck on his fingers to keep your moans to a minimum. And despite him silently wanting you to hold out, you couldn’t last much longer— his hand moved from your waist down to your crotch, and his fingers rubbed your clit at the same pace as his thrusts, your eyes rolling to the back of your head because of the stimulation.

You came fully when Mingi pulled out of you, making you squirt all over the carpeted flooring beneath you. Had your mind not been swirling with hormones and lust, you would’ve been mortified that you soiled the managing partner’s carpet, but instead, you sighed loudly, letting the pleasure wash all over you.

The man didn’t give you a break. He turned you around and carried you once more to his couch. He sat down, making you straddle his waist. Hurriedly, he rubbed his cock against your folds and forcibly sat you on his lap, his cock shooting through you. Your vision went white as you came yet again, the man underneath you chuckling at the sight of you flinging your head back and gripping his shoulders so hard that your nails left imprints in his skin.

You thought he was going to say something dirty, something to make you slightly embarrassed but more horny. Instead, he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you again, his other hand guiding your waist and making you bounce on his dick. He kept pulling you into him to the point where your hands were pinned on either side of him on the cushions of the couch.

His cock was moving through you at an angle that made him rub against your G-spot repeatedly, and it took everything in you to not cum again because, dear God, if you came again, you would just fucking collapse. Luckily, Mingi seemed to notice your struggle, because he flipped you so that you were laying on the couch and he was thrusting into you from above, his sweat dripping down his face and body at a steady pace, his couch completely coated in his and your sweat.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Mingi’s voice rumbled as he looked at you with the devilish look in his eyes. “How are you still so fucking tight? You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum inside,” you panted out, another orgasm rapidly approaching you. “Fill me up, Attorney Song.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He rammed his waist into yours and came inside, his cock throbbing and twitching as his seed filled you up. You came again as well, your walls squeezing more cum out of him.

When he pulled out, his cum nearly spilled out of you, but he quickly moved his head down to your crotch and collected whatever wouldn’t stay inside you on his tongue. You watched as he brought himself back up to you, his tongue coated with his and your cum. Before you knew it, he was kissing you, his tongue tangling with yours to give you a taste and transfer his cum into your mouth.

A line of cum and spit connected your tongues when Mingi moved away to see your fucked out face and the mix of cum now in your mouth.

“Swallow,” he demanded in a low voice; you obeyed immediately. “Good girl.”

Dammit. He shouldn’t have said that because now you were turned on all over again. You wiggled below him slightly as you tried to calm yourself down, but the lawyer knew you weren’t done with him yet. He rubbed his hand against your cunt and traced light circles around your clit while you reached for his half-hard cock and rubbed him until he was fully erect again.

“You just can’t get enough, can you?” he whispered teasingly.

“No, sir.”

“You want more, don’t you?”

“I need more.”

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my-soupy-brain · 5 months

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Got some new clothes in an online shopping haul and I need Ted to hype me up while I try stuff on

Ted is the ultimate hype boyfriend. There's literally nothing you could wear that he won't celebrate. It could be a burlap sack, for goodness sake, and he'll tell ya how damn beautiful you look, darlin'. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: So kind and cute it hurts, but let's get some smut in there too

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You've never done a haul before. It's the hottest thing online -- buy a bunch of clothes from a website or two, and try them on.

You were nervous though.

Your body had changed, admittedly. Ted's biscuits didn't help, but you'll be damned if you ever turn them down.

So dressing for some plumper areas of your body felt...

"Whatcha got there, sugar?" Ted chimes, seeing you unload the box on the bed, chewing on an apple while help leans against the doorframe.

"I did one of those online shopping haul things? From a couple of websites I wanted to try. And I'm about to dive right in," you say with a sigh.

"Oooh! Fashion show. You'll look gorgeous in whatever ya wear, y'know," Ted says, moving to sit on the bed, picking up the individually wrapped clothes and trying to imagine what's inside.

"Oh Ted, you don't... no, it's OK," you start to offer, trying to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing you in these new garments. Especially ones that might not look so great.

He can see the doubt on your face.

"Now, I'll leave if ya want me to, but I'll gladly be your front-row audience and cheering section, too," he says, dragging you between his legs so he can wrap his arms around you and touch you.

Despite how your body may have changed over the last couple of months, Ted never showed any signs of being anything but enamored with you.

You smile. "OK, here goes!"

...

Your first outfit is a fairly body-forming long-sleeve fuzzy dress, perfect for winter around the corner. You paired it with a belt you ordered and some black boots.

As soon as you open the door, Ted's eyes are big, his mouth dropped open.

"Oh, sugar, lemme see that," he says, his voice low and sultry. His hands run down the sides of the dress, the fabric so soft it makes him smile.

"You're like a cozy, sexy goddess," Ted chimes, grinning at you. You do a small twirl and Ted nods, looking you up and down.

"I mean..." he nods again. "Yeah, keep that. Keep that one for sure."

You blush wildly and look down, Ted bringing you back to stand in front of him, his hands grabbing your hips.

"Shows off all those perfect damn curves," he murmurs, his drawl heavy and voice a bit lower. "I love seein' what I can grab onto. Sexiest thing in the dang world."

You shudder a little and blush again, and Ted looks up and sees your face.

"Let's see what else you've got hidin' back there, sugar," and he lightly spanks your butt as you turn to walk away and you giggle.

The next outfit is a red mockneck sweater, with a heart-shaped cutout over the cleavage, tucked into some baggy black, soft pants that can be dressed up or down. You pair it with some heels.

Ted whistles as soon as he sees it.

"Well, they placed that heart right, I'll say that much," Ted says, his eyes going to your chest. You raise an eyebrow playfully.

"C'mon, now! I mean 'cause that's where that beautiful heart of yours is!"

You laugh. "That all?"

"No, also because where those beautiful curves are that make my heart pound," he chides, bringing you back in front of him, holding your hand while he looks you up and down.

"Oh, I like those pants! They're like dressy jammies!" Ted smiles up at you, and you grin.

Boys.

You stand in the mirror and look at yourself from every angle, Ted leaning back on the bed and watching you.

"Sugar, you couldn't look better even if you had a professional stylist," he says with confidence. You eyeball him through the mirror.

"Now, now. We know that's not true."

Ted shrugs. "Sure it is. You're perfect just like y'are. No need to mess with perfection."

You blush and smile, blowing him a kiss through the mirror, which he playfully catches.

The next few outfits go by in a whirlwind. Ted claps, touches, marvels, cheers.

"Look at you!" "Golly, darlin', you're makin' my heart race!" "That color is gorgeous with your eyes." "But so is that color! Oh, you can wear the rainbow, sugar!"

Ted will be damned if you don't feel like the most beautiful thing in the world every second you can.

...

You're in the bathroom for a little while.

"Y'got anything else in there, darlin'?" Ted calls from the other room. You smile as you fix the straps of the next item.

When the door opens, Ted is texting Beard a silly meme and smiling at his phone. You clear your throat.

"Last one."

Ted puts his phone down and when his eyes look up, his heart almost stops beating.

You're standing there in a purple, satin and lace short nightgown and matching robe. You're in bare feet, for once, your hair down and a smile on your face.

"Thoughts?" you ask, biting your lip nervously.

"Come here."

"Wait, good or bad?" you ask.

"Come here."

You step closer, and Ted pulls you over his lap, his hands roaming up your body over the satin, his breathing shallow, and a moan slips out of his throat.

"You like this color?"

Ted leans his lips forward and kisses your collarbone, his mustache brushing your skin, his big hands roaming the curves of your ass, your back, your hips...

"I take that as a yes?"

He grunts and groans, his lips moving up your neck to your ear.

He's breathing hard and fast, his breath hot against you, and you can't help but give into wherever this is going.

"What color is it?" Ted asked, making you laugh. "I didn't even notice."

You chuckle, and he giggles with you, his hands still traveling every curve. Even the new ones.

"You're delicious," he murmurs to your neck, nibbling your ear.

"So...is this a keeper?" you ask, your breath changing and desire coursing your veins.

"You're a keeper," Ted says against your skin, his fingers now in your hair as he looks at you, his eyes dark with lust. "But yeah, this is a keeper, but it won't be on long."

He quickly rolls you to the bed, to your back, his lips trailing from your lips to your jaw, neck, chest, breasts, hips, and thighs. When his hands ghost under the short hem of the nightgown, he moans when he realizes there's no barrier.

With little notice, he moves to the floor on his knees, hooking his arms around your thighs and tugging you toward the edge of the bed as you squeak in surprise.

His nose bumps against your clit and he groans again, his tongue meeting you, kissing you, tasting you...

"Ted!" you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets of the bed, and one moving to his hair. His eyes make contact with yours, dark and focused, his mouth dipping down, his tongue dipping in again and again.

"Taste so good, could eat ya all day," Ted murmurs, with that sexy drawl and low baritone.

When he slides his first two fingers in you, you gasp and he smiles. His thumb plays against your clit, making your breath grow shorter and sharper.

"I don't think I need to warm ya up, sugar," he says with a sly grin. "I think all that fun teasin' earlier got ya started. But I wanna make you feel good like a goddess deserves..."

When he curls his fingertips your hips bump up, your body arching as the pleasure rolls through your nerves, up your thighs and to your stomach.

"Oh, God..."

"Yeah, baby...you're so beautiful..."

He almost gets you to climax before you beg him to come back to you.

"Need you...need..." you murmur, your brain short-circuiting. "Please..."

Ted smiles and crawls up to you, unbuckling his belt with one hand, your greedy hands pulling his shirt off while he pulls down his pants and boxer briefs.

A big, warm hand holds your thigh and he leans down to take a nipple into his mouth, and you can feel his cock teasing your center. You wiggle your hips and Ted smiles.

"Almost there, doll," he whispers, kissing his way back to your lips.

He wets the tip against you and pushes in, and you wrap your legs high around him, his hands back on your thighs.

"You're so soft, so delicious," he murmurs, his lips against yours for a moment, whispering. "You're perfect."

Your fingernails drag down his back and up his hair, down his chest and chest hair, and back up to cup his face.

He makes love soft but deep. It's a rainy Sunday evening, nowhere to be, nothing to do. So he takes his time.

"God, Ted," you murmur. "I'm...I'm..."

Ted nods against you, the tendril over his forehead bouncing.

"Yeah, sugar, me too... let it happen, baby," he comforts, and you arch your back and the angle moves, his hands quickly running down your breasts and waist and hips.

"I'm so damn lucky," he says, looking down at you, your head thrown back in pleasure.

When he hovers over you again, you bring your lips to his, and the roll of his tongue against yours, his breath shared with you...that does it...

"Oh God, oh God!" you pant, your body shaking as the climax comes through you, your breathing tight in your stomach as the pleasure mounts.

"Yeah, yeah, I feel you, darlin'. Keep goin'. Keep goin'. Almost there..."

Your fingernails clutch his back and the stinging pain is pleasurable, sending his hips moving faster in and out of you, and then...

You wrap your legs around him as he clutches you and fills you, moaning your name in your ear, both of your bodies shaking. When the movement stops, you breathe together, your bodies a little slick with sweat. He kisses your neck and cheek sweetly, and you kiss his lips the same.

"I love you," you offer, gazing into his eyes, making him smile. He cups your face. "I love you, too. So much."

When he moves away from you, he returns with a washcloth to clean you up, and you smile at the warm softness of his touch. He crawls into bed and curls you into his chest.

"So are you keepin' this one?" Ted asks, and you look down at the wrinkles and the small drips of his sweat on the satin.

"I think I have to," you laugh. "It's a good thing we both like it."

Ted chuckles, the low sound against your ear where you lay on his chest.

"Oh yeah, I can say that one's a success."

"Maybe I'll do another haul...of just these..."

Ted closes his eyes and moans a little.

"We can test 'em all."

"Well, it needs your stamp of approval for sure," you offer, kissing him as his hand runs down your back again.

"Sugar, anything you wear has my stamp of approval."

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WOOOOO! Monday Smutday? Why not. I love how Ted would be such a cheerleader. He honestly would find no flaws in anything you try on. But lingerie haul? He's a perfect test subject. Hahaaa! Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso smut

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mochiimadness · 2 years

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Hi!! I'm a little new in the fandom so I don't know if this has been done before ^^' but can we get some ROTTMNT x reader headcanons where the brothers (separately) learn that their crush doesn't know how to dance and is super embarrassed by it so they (the brothers I mean) try to dance with them to have fun? Or to tease? Or to genuinely teach them? WHO KNOWS

Love your work, take care! (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) ♡

Welcome to the fandom!!!

I also don’t know if this has been done for the rottmnt boys yet, but I hope you enjoy it!

Neon Leon

He asked you to dance with him out of the blue (heh)

Was already dancing to the music trying to impress you

“Check out these sweet moves, baby!”

He’s actually kinda good when he tries???

Usually he just does it to be goofy but he genuinely wanted to show off a bit for you

“You know what would be even better? Both of us dancing together!”

It would definitely be fun-

But unfortunately you have no clue how to dance

You try to play it off as just wanting to watch him dance more or being tired

But Leo keeps trying.

Realizes from your body language and expression that you’re embarrassed

Will stop dancing immediately and ask what’s wrong

That’s when you admit that you don’t know how to dance

Leo will laugh a bit at first

Not at you ofc, he just thinks you’re cute

“Who said anything about needing to know how to dance, to dance?”

He’ll grab your hands and start moving to the beat with you

Once you’re moving he’ll let go of your hands and step back-

Only to pull out the most goofy moves he knows

Remember ‘Gangnam style’??

Leo does.

He literally does those fortnight dances like his life is depending on it

Gives you the biggest grin when you laugh at his silly moves.

“See? You don’t need to know how to “dance” to have fun dancing!”

You two end up dancing along “horribly” to music the rest of the night

Both of you have the time of your lives

His brothers can hear y’all laughing from their rooms

Later offers to teach you a few moves if you want,

But still loves to just dance goofily with you to this day.

Don Tron

Bootyyyshaker9000

This turtle can bust a move and he knows it

Does not hesitate to dance when a good beat comes on.

You walk into his lab and he has music blasting

You can literally feel the bass pumping

And there, pulling off moves like the dance star he is, is your beloved partner

He immediately turns to you and invites you to join him

“S/o! Perfect timing, I upgraded my speaker system and now we can jammy jam with ease! Join me, and we’ll dance like the stars we are!”

Uh oh.

Yeaaaah, about that-

You can’t dance to save your life.

Donnie won’t realize at first that you’re not dancing with him

But after a few moments he realizes you still haven’t moved from the labs entrance

In fact, you’ve been slowly making your way out the lab instead.

He literally slides over to you

“Ah, whatever is the matter? Is the music too loud? Or maybe it’s not your taste? I can change it to any song you’d like-“

He doesn’t pick up on your embarrassment

Instead, he’s going on and on trying to find out what’s wrong

Ironically, he’s so focused on asking what’s wrong and trying to fix whatever it may be to notice your very obvious embarrassment

You eventually blurt out that you don’t know how to dance

He’ll stop mid-sentence and look at you for a moment to make sure you’re not joking.

Lowers the music and puts one hand on your shoulder

“Well never fear- I can teach you the art of ✨dance✨.”

Are there actual sparkles around his head or is that just a trick of light???

He’ll pull you to the middle of his lab and start off with a few easy moves with you

He actually enjoys teaching you how to dance and doesn’t mind doing it again

If you’re up to it, he’s absolutely down to teach you more

You two have one day a week where you both work on dancing

After practice, Donnie will pull you in to dance together just for fun

You don’t have to be perfect or even good,

He just enjoys spending time with you

As long as you feel comfortable and are having fun-

He’s happy :3

Mystic Mike

I’m a firm believer in break dancing Mikey

He loves to spin on his shell as fast as he can

He’s also got a few smooth moves of his own

Just ask Hypno-potamus-

He also just likes to move and jump to the beat

He was dancing in the kitchen when you walked in-

Just moving to the beat happily

He noticed you after doing a spin and invited you to join him

“S/o! Wanna dance with me?”

Does this little shimmy at you

It’s adorable-

But you don’t know how to dance

You just decline and make up some excuse of being tired-

But immediately end up telling the truth after seeing Mikey’s sad puppy face

Mikey will pause for a second after you tell him before the biggest grin spreads across his face

“I have an idea!”

He grabs your hand and runs to the gaming room with you

“Don’t know how to dance? Well, we have just the game to teach you!”

He ends up bringing you to the dance arcade game

You two start off doing fun, easy levels

Whether or not you’re good at the game-

You both end up laughing and enjoying yourselves

The game actually gives you a good starting point to learn some moves

If you want, Mikey would absolutely love to teach you a few moves of his own!

He always makes sure that you enjoy learning the moves

If you ever get frustrated, he’ll stop and opt to take a break

Maybe paint or bake with you!

He loves to pull you into a slow dance while baking

Nothing fancy, just swaying together

He gets the dorkiest grin on his face

“I love you so much.”

Pure romantic at heart

His favorite place to dance with you is in the kitchen

Big Red

Raph knows how to bust a few moves

But he’s not too great with anything fancy.

Usually it’s moves he learned with his brothers

But when one of his favorite songs comes on-

He just has to move around!

And to make things even better?

You were there, leaning against the wall watching him dance with a smile

“Hey, S/O- wanna dance with me?”

He holds his hand out to you with the biggest smile on his face

You of course, panic a bit and decline

You can’t dance at all

And you don’t want Raph to know that.

Raph gets a bit hurt at your immediate decline

And slightly self conscious

Did you not like his dancing?

Well sure it’s not great, but surely it’s not that bad

Or maybe you just didn’t want to dance with him, period?

He hoped not

He really hoped not.

You could see his slowly growing panic on his face

And immediately jump to try to reassure him

Giving excuses of being tired, or your knee hurting-

Anything to reassure him that he’s not the problem

Raph quickly realizes and recognizes your own panic and increasingly odd excuses

Who says they can’t dance because a pigeon looked at them wrong earlier?

Figures out pretty fast that you’re embarrassed and trying hard not to dance

He’ll grab your hands gently and bend down to your level

“Is everything okay?”

He’s so concerned, and his voice is so soft

Does his best to comfort you

Your heart melts.

You cave in and tell him about your nonexistent dance moves

And your embarrassment over it

Raph does this little “aww” and pulls you in for a hug

“Well, I can’t really dance either so don’t worry about it, S/o!”

Instead of busting any fancy moves,

He opts to just sway with you to the music

Occasionally twirls you around

Very soft and sweet with you

He also leans down a lot to cover your face in quick kisses

Loves the smile and laugh you do when he does that

Just wants you to feel happy and relaxed with him

Kind boi

I’m so sorry for the wait!

I hope you enjoyed ^^

Reblogs appreciated :3

#x reader #my writing #imagines #rottmnt x reader #tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #tmnt 2018 #tmnt x reader #rise of the tmnt #neon leon #don tron #mystic mike #big red #the boys

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thetopichot · 4 months

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•°♧ Late Night Phone Call P. 2 ♧°•

Hi Hello & Bienvenidos al final de Late Night Phone Call. I don't really speak much spanish even though I'm Peutro Rican but I do somewhat speak it. However, that's not watcha here for. You're here for the Yuuriboys‼️‼️ Anyway, lemme shut my trap & get the crap.

•°◇ Faust ◇°•

It was a long fucking night. Both of you guys were doing a livestream in person which was a long awaited event amongst all of your fans. The whole night you & Faust were sitting next to eachother on the couch as you live streamed a party game while also joined by your other friends on Discord. People in chat were commenting on how much Faust was so in love with you by the way he was looking at you. Faust told them to knock it off but his red face doesn't help.

After one final game, you guys said goodbye to your viewers & stopped the stream. You were both exhausted since the stream went on for 5 hours which is the most the both of you have ever done but spending time together was very much worth it. "I totally kicked your ass at Jackbox", you boasted, "You were so ass at Triva Murder Party."

Faust groans as he rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm not as much a nerd like you. However.." Faust showed you a soft smile. "I did have fun."

"You sound like you never had fun before." You playfully teased him. He just gives you a dramatic scoff.

"I have fun! I have tons of fun!" He put his hands on his hips. "I'm literally the embodiment of fun! People wish upon stars to be as fun as moi!"

"Uh-huh, sure. Whatever makes ya feel better, love." He just turns away from you like the brat he is. You really can't take him seriously when he's like this because of how cute he is. The sassy man apocalypse was truly upon us. You just pulled him closer to you by his hips & just gave a kiss on the cheek. "Jeez, you're such a brat."

"Don't think being sweet to me is gonna make up for you being mean to me."

"Your smile says otherwise, lovely." Faust was always bad at hiding his smile. It never truly helped his situation when he was trying to deny it since his denial made him smile even more. You kept kissing his cheek.

"Oh shut up. Don't you have to go home anyway?" Faust reminded you.

You stopped & looked at the time on your phone. "Oh, you're right. I do." You got up from the couch & grabbed your bag then headed towards the handle of the door. You looked back at Faust as you slowly opened the door. "I'll see you sometime, yeah?" He nodded.

"Yeah. I'll see you later."

It was about one hour later after your little get together with Faust & some of your online games. You were in your kitchen fixing yourself a plate of some leftovers that you made yesterday. As you put your plate in the microwave to reheat it, you get a text from your phone.

Hey Starshine

Well, lookie loo. It's your pookie, Faust.

Yea?

What are you up to rn

I'm just chefing up some leftovers.

Why?

Oh nothing I just wanted to check up on you

Awww, you care about little ol' me?

Of course I do you ass

You hate admitting that you like me. 😘

I dont like you

I love you

I find you annoying 🙄

But youre lucky I find it endearing

Otherwise I would be such a brat

Well. Hate to break to ya.

You already are.

I mean MORE of a brat smartass

I know.

🖕🏻

Love you too, pookie. 😘

...

Love you more

You closed your phone & grabbed your plate from the microwave. After you finished eating, you cleaned your plate & went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. It always felt rewarding after long day but the more you thought about it that said reward. You wish you could enjoy it with someone. Maybe someone you loved.

'Maybe someday.' You thought. 'Maybe someday...' You hopped out of the shower & put on ya jammies then went straight to bed but that wasn't all for the night. Those bits of longing became more louder in your head then it slowly became more than just that. You wanted him. You needed him.

But you were alone in your room staring blankly at the ceiling as you wished this bed was filled with warmth. Not just any warmth. Faust. Maybe you should text him. He's most likely still up right now.

STARRRRRR

You heard a vibration from your phone. You grabbed your phone & looked at the message. Huh, speak of the devil.

Yeah?

YOU WOMF BELIEVE WHAT JUSF HAPPENED

THIS IS A GET THE FUXK ON CALL MOMMENT

BUT FIRSTTTTT

WAIT

okayvthere we go I had turn off caps

Are you busy rigut now???

No not really.

And before you ask, yes. I can get on call with you, love.

THANK YOU THANK YOUUUUU

Faust is calling...

"BITCHHHHHHHH!" Faust always starts strong as always. That's what you loved most about him. "TROYE SIVAN JUST FUCKING DROPPED HIS SINGLE ON SPOTIFY!" He was practically screeching like a banshee but you never minded. His happiness is what mattered a lot to you & you always enjoyed how he expressed it.

"Well, ain't that something? I assuming you're really hyped about it." You tried to sound enthusiastic but you were a bit tired.

"HYPED?! I'M MORE THAN HYPED! I'M-" You heard his phone dropped. "Ah fuck. Shit shit shit." You fucking cackled. You could hear him scrambling to get his phone.

"You dropped me, asshole! That fucking hurt!" You joked. He finally picks his phone back up. "Thank you, jeez."

"OK! Anyway, where was I? TROYE FUCKING SIVAN!!" Before he could say any more, you interrupted him.

"Hey, Faust?"

He paused. "Yeah?"

"Thank you." Faust felt confused by that statement.

"For what?"

"For being you." You said wholeheartedly. "Thank you for being you." Faust smiled.

"That sounds cheesy as hell but.." He took some time to get the word out. "Thank you & I also wanted to ask you about something."

"Yeah?"

"You don't mind if we stay on call for a little longer?" You laughed. "What's so funny?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing. I'm kinda having trouble sleeping. So I wouldn't mind listening to you talk."

"Well, good." He said confidently. "Because I drank a shit load of coffee & I'm going to be up for awhile." You were taken aback.

"Why are were you drinking coffee this late?"

"What are you? A narc?" He said offendedly. "Me drinking coffee is none of your business."

"Were you grinding on Overwatch again?" Faust went silent. "Faust?"

"N-No." He was. He was grinding on Overwatch again.

"I guess you're not the only one that needs to go sleep." You chuckled softly. "I assuming you're at your desk?"

"Yeah, I am." He admitted to that at least.

"So how about this.." You quickly thought of something. "You turn off your game, lay down in your bed, & we can help eachother go to sleep?"

"Yeah. That sounds nice."

•°♧ Finn ♧°•

Finn was working late tonight, surprisingly. Normally, he would close at least at 6:00pm. Not only that, he should be home by now. It's like what? 9:00 pm? You were starting to get worried so you sent him a text to see what was going on.

Finn? Baby? Where are you?

No text from him. Okay, now this shit is getting really fishy which made your suspicion rise. However, you trust Finn & he's probably just busy right now. You've noticed that Finn has been working himself to the bone lately. There was times where you found him passed out on the couch.

You asked him what was going on since you noticed him getting exhausted by the day. He just told you that "You shouldn't worry about me, sunflower! I'm just getting more orders than usual now." Of course, you are happy for him that his flower shop is gaining more attraction. However, him becoming too much of a workaholic didn't sit right with you at all. You wanted him to be okay.

So for the bit of the night, you just sat in your bed waiting for him. You couldn't go to sleep with the fact that he's exhausted. You want to at least hear that he's okay or just something that you can do to help Finn. Jeez, that boy was always so hard on himself & you just wanted him to be safe. 'Please, Finn,' You thought, 'Please be alright.'

Finn is calling...

"Finn, love?" You said as you picked up the phone.

"I just saw your text & I'm so so sorry!" Finn panicked quickly.

"Woah, slow down. Take a breath." You could Finn taking a quick breather. "Finn? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm.. fine?" Okay, yeah no. Bro was in fact not fine.

"Finn. Please don't lie to me. You've been stressed out for awhile now. I need you to tell me the truth." You said firmly. "What is going on?"

"I've.. been doing some orders." He explained. "The thing is.. The thing is that I've been getting so many orders & especially when business has been blooming. I-I didn't really wanted to stop there. So.." Finn paused. "I've been pulling some all nighters."

"I thought I could.. handle it." He sounded disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry."

"Finn, baby. I know you can handle it but there are times where you can really push yourself to the edge." You comforted him. "I love that you work hard but if you keep pushing yourself like this.." A silence filled the room then was soon broken by you. "Please. I love you, Finn. If anything bad happened to you, I don't know what I would do."

"Please come home." Those words felt comforting yet sounded so hurt. He could feel the pain in your soul & he hated it. He always hated it he made you upset & when he did, he felt like the whole thing was his fault. However, you always reminded him that he always wanted the best for the both you & that his heart was always in the right place.

You loved him & he loved you. He was always scared of disappointing you since he wants to be the best boyfriend for you but there are times where he forgets to take care of himself. He couldn't come yet for there are things still left to do.

"I would, my love.." He broke the news to you. "But I've still got a few things I need to do." Your heart once more fills with worry for Finn. "I do have some good news! I'm just cleaning up shop & then I'm calling it a night." He heard your worried sigh but luckily, there was something that always make you two feel better.

"Maybe I can help you fall asleep with my floral facts while I clean up?" He said reassuringly. "Then when you wake up, I'll be right by your side."

"You promise?" You asked him. "You promise you'll be home with me & not push yourself too much?"

"I promise, my lovely little bunny."

•°♤ Seth ♤°•

Seth was stuck at the mechanics. His motorcycle that he usually takes to work broke down on him as he was finishing clocking out for the night. Luckily, his boss was nice enough to let him stay a little longer in the garage to check out what was wrong with his bike & he gave Seth all of the tools that he needed. Now, he was checking the engine until he got a text from his phone. He opened it.

Babe?

Are you alright?

yea im fine, sug

what's the matter?

Well, you're missing that's what's the matter.

aww ya missing me, sweetheart?

Well, yeah. My bed is empty & I don't see your boobs in my area of vision so, I'm sad.

so ya miss my boobs? that's it?

nothin else catch ya eye?

Your ass.

Your heart, too.

But your heart is inside your boobs, so I'm gonna just say boobs.

Seth laughed at the text. He loved how funny you are. He loved how you always make him smile despite being far apart. Your love was always there even if it came with weird, flirty metaphoric messages that always had to do with his boobs but hey, you both have weird ways of showing affection & that's just mighty fine with the both of you.

But for real though, where are you?

Are you stuck working the late shift again?

nah ain't nothin like that, sugar

it's just my motorcycle broke down on me

AS i was leaving too

Damn. Do you know why though?

not necessarily

my boss let me use the garage to check it out so

i might be stuck here for while

You know if you want.

I could be keep you company.

Like we could get on a call.

Plus I feel lonely without you. 😔

I miss my yeehaw boy.

yeehaw boy???

you know what fine i'll join ya

Seth is calling...

"Yeehaw boy?" Seth sounded so bewildered. "What in the sam hell is a fucking yeehaw boy?" You could only snort in laughter as a response. "Ay, don't be laughing at me! I'm too tired to be dealing with ya damn silly antics, sugar!"

"I'm sorry, baby." You giggled. "When I mean yeehaw boy, I meant as in cowboy." You explained to me. "You probably do say yeehaw unironically."

"No, the hell I don't!" The more you teased him, you could hear his southern accent fucking worsen.

"Your southern drawl worsening doesn't help you either, babe."

"You! You shaddup!" Seth was trying so hard to laugh & keep his accent together. "You're really mean to me, ya know that?" He put his phone beside him & grabbed a wrench. "You always enjoy teasing me!"

"Whaaaat? I'm not mean. You're just a big ol' goober that happens to do silly things & I find them funny."

"Sugar. That's LITERALLY definition of teasing! You are a bully!" He playfully accused you.

"Nuh-uh." Seth paused what he was doing.

He looked at his phone. "The fuck you mean 'Nuh-uh'??" You could only cackle like a wicked witch on halloween night in reponse. Seth sighed. "This is gonna be a long ass night, ain't it?"

"Maybe." You said with a smirk. Seth couldn't help but chuckled.

"Jeez, what would I do without ya?" He said with a genuine smile.

"I dunno. What would you do without me?"

"I don't wanna even think about it, sugar." Seth answered. "What I do want to think about is how much I love you."

"You getting sappy on me, Seth?" You teased.

"I could stop being sappy & be a asshole." Seth teased back.

"Nah. I like you sappy." You smiled.

"Good cuz' I like being sappy, too."

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - This is probably isn't as good as P.1 but hey, the curse is released & I can finally do that monthly poll. My personal favorite is probably Faust since it's kinda based off a real life conversation that I had with my friend. This took longer than expected because I was hoping to get this finished by Monday but, shit kept happening to me & I kept forgetting to write.

However now that this is done, I can finally live in peace knowing that I finished it & you guys finally get to read it after the many times I said that I was gonna write it. 😭😭 Once again, super sorry about that. Anyways, it's finished & thank you very much for your patience. It's always appreciated.

#the cat speaks #yuurivoice #faust yuurivoice #yuurivoice faust #finn yuurivoice #yuurivoice finn #seth yuurivoice #yuurivoice seth #writing #fluff #ITS DONE #IM FREEEEEE #THE CURSE HAS BEEN LIFTEDDD

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catchyhuh · 5 months

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Sometimes what people wear as pajamas is a weird indicator of personality so... What’s your opinion on their pajamas?

it took less than a second for me to go “how do pjs indicate personaliOhhh wait yeah that does make sense” as I realized I was folding up multiple adult size cartoon character onesies for my own pajama drawer. let’s get into it BUT UH DISCLAIMER i mostly talk about patterns in canon i’ve noticed with just… tiny personal thoughts in here. less headcanons more breakdown. NOW let’s get into it

lupin:

two modes-- soft, fuzzy button up set, or just his underwear. somewhat depending on weather, DEFINITELY depending on mood. i mean you don't wanna get COLD and he got those nice purple heart pajamas with an actual, legal purchase, so it'd be stupid to waste them ALL the time!

there could be a joke here about how he’d probably just sleep naked if the gang weren’t constantly groaning in annoyance, throwing pillows at him begging him to put on some damn pants, but the reality is… he can’t really sleep like that. it’s uncomfy :( he tried :) but it’s uncomfy :(

jigen:

you aren't ready for this. or you are. you likely are, given i had to choose between like 3 different pictures i have of him in fits like this

and i’m dead serious. big ass ankle length nightgown with matching cap. no, really. these are his actual pajamas. they’re comfy to him. i can’t fathom why, maybe the fabric is just equal parts breathable and warm, maybe he did this once for the bit and realized it was the best sleep he ever had, WHATEVER, these are his pajamas, and no amount of teasing by now will stop him from changing into these before going to bed

i have to respect them for committing to this bit, because you think, oh, he’s the coolest. he wouldn’t have lame pajamas. no he does. very lame. hilariously so. arose such a clatter type shit. nighty night scrooge

fujiko:

now, she would LIKE to say big, fluffy, fancy nightgown… but the texture feels bad scrubbing against your skin all night, so she usually just opts for a simpler nightgown. or, like lupin, just her underwear. obvious fanservice aside she’s clearly comfy bundled up like that so you show em how its done fujiko

no matter how cold it gets, she can never really sleep in pajama pants. shorts, maybe, but anything that reaches past her knees feels restrictive, hence why she normally just goes for the nightgown. she doesn’t even kick in her sleep idk why it’s such a big deal!

goemon:

i had to look through a bunch of stuff because i was like. wtf. what DOES he wear to bed. he can’t just be wearing his usual clothes all day and night, it would be uncomfortable. so i’ve come to the conclusion that these virtually identical clothes here are just made of a softer material, designated as goemon’s jammies

or he just. sleeps in his underwear. it really is comfsorry the mental image of the camera panning across three beds where they’re sleeping in their underwear vs jigen still rocking the victorian fit is killing me a bit

zenigata:

have you noticed he sleeps with his hat on more than jigen does. isn’t that fucked. jigen has a special sleeping hat but the alleged NON-hat-obsessed guy is the one sleeping in it. due to his… hectic routine, he never really has a default type of pjs. either he just sleeps in what he was already wearing (c’mon, man) or he’s packed like, some pajama pants, or (take another shot because this series loves this gag) just hits the hay in the heart print boxers. jigen really is a scientific outlier.

USUALLY if he’s bothering to actually change, it’s just the undershirt he’s already got on and some comfy pants, the kind you can get at like walmart for five bucks, so if he’s forgotten to bring them it’s no biggie. damn anon was right this IS a personality indicator!

BONUS YATA!:

as we have oft discussed, yata is a man we have all met at one point in our lives. so, yata has the basic boring man pajamas. t-shirt that’s too big for him but he forgot to return it, and seasonal pajama pants. the pants always seem to mismatch the season, he wore the snowflake ones during summer, and now he’s wearing the halloween ones in winter?

the shirt itself is also mundanely mysterious. nobody can really place the logo on it, and he doesn’t really remember where he got it from either. it doesn’t bother him too much until it’s pointed out to him

#there's talk of nudity but it's like. a two second nonsexual joke. idk if that warrants a WARNING but i will tell you here. its lupin.#lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin #jigen #fujiko #goemon #zenigata #yata

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profoundbondfanfic · 1 year

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Another batch of our favorite aro/ace/demi fics!

Part 7

We're the New Romantics by almaasi [Teen, 8K, Aro!Cas]

“He’s so pretentious.” “Who is?” “Castiel.” Dean sneered as he said the name. “Look at him. He only brought one bag, and it’s tiny. And orange.” “Maybe he doesn’t like carrying a lot of stuff,” Charlie said, shouldering her own rainbow-coloured weekender bag, leading Dean out of the crowd and towards the picnic benches. “Gifted-and-Talented Summer Camp is only four days. A change of clothes and a toothbrush, that’s all most people need.” “What about when he sleeps? Doesn’t he at least need a pair of jammies? And that freaking nose ring. Seriously, he looks like a bull. I wonder if anyone’s ever told him.”

The Graveyard Shift by PurgatoryJar & riseofthefallenone [Explicit, 620K, Demi!Cas]

Dean’s favourite coffee shop, The Graveyard Shift, is only open after the sun goes down. Which is perfect for him, because that’s exactly when he craves coffee the most while doing the overnight at the fire hall. The coffee shop’s owner is pretty perfect too, but it’s kind of a bummer that Dean never gets to see Cas during the day. In a world where the supernatural live more or less in peace with the rest of humanity, it’s a little impolite to ask Cas just what he really is - or what his dark past entails.

hold me (just for tonight) by kitmistry [Teen, 1,5K, Ace!Cas]

Parties are always fun, and they come with the best tips.

Moonflower by K_K_TiBal [Teen, 18K, Ace!Cas]

Castiel is not a very good witch. He's just not. He struggles with potions, illusions, divination - everything that makes a witch respectable, and his familiar - Dean - definitely deserves better than him. When Dean falls under a curse that seems to affect his shape-shifting abilities, Castiel and Dean begin to run out of money, and Castiel decides the best thing they can do is go after a rare Moonflower to help get themselves back on their feet. The journey could be dangerous, especially considering Castiel's less-than-ideal abilities and Dean's curse, but with a little luck, it will all be worth it in the end.

Easy by mnwood [General, 911, Aro!Dean]

When Cas comes back from the Empty, it takes Dean some time to adjust.

Coming to Terms by Unforth [Explicit, 169K, Aro!Dean]

Naomi Novak has laid out her son's entire life. Castiel Novak-Shurley must get a great education, focus on business, ignore frivolous things, attend Harvard Business School, become an investment banker at International Angel Deposit Bank, maintain his virtue, marry a proper beta or omega, and make lots of alpha babies. Even when fitting her expectations was difficult for him, Castiel has done his best to comply. Until now. His mother is arranging a marriage for him - he doesn't know to whom, but he knows it's happening, and soon - and before he ties the knot (figuratively and literally) Castiel wants to have an experience all his own: he wants to bottom for an alpha. Nervous, terrified, Castiel goes to Palmeton’s red light district and hires Jensen, a gorgeous young alpha prostitute who smells like fresh-cut grass and sunshine and lemonade. With Jensen, Castiel finds the courage to ask for what he wants. Being knotted is amazing. Castiel’s not an omega, but…but being with Jensen - who's real name turns out to be Dean - is everything Castiel has dreamed of. And now he has to figure out: how is he supposed to go the rest of his life without experiencing that again?

First and Only by almaasi [Explicit, 35K, Aro&Demi!Cas]

Single bachelor Dean bets he can have sex more times within a calendar year than his happily-married brother. But when Castiel – Dean’s roommate, best friend, and total virgin – asks Dean to be his First, Dean’s plan to bed numerous strangers goes up in smoke. Over the weeks, then the months, Cas becomes his go-to guy. His “fuck buddy”, if you will. But that doesn’t sound right. It doesn’t feel right. Dean was Cas’ First, but now he wants to be Cas’ Only. Now he’s gotta figure out how the heck to court a guy he’s successfully wooed a hundred times already.

#destiel #group rec #ace week #ace!dean #ace!castiel

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pasiveagressive · 2 years

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Frat Boy//Part One

I decided to make this a series. Hope you like it!

How you had ended up in this position you may never know.

You had missed one day of class, ONE day. The cute boy who sits behind you had offered you his notes, and with the big test coming up, who were you to decline?

Harry had said that he left his notes from the day before in his room and that you could stop by around 8 to get them. You knew where he lived, everyone did. He is Harry Styles, star soccer player, huge asshole, and fuckboy extraordinaire. He is a brother at Alpha Sigma Phi so that’s where you currently are. It turns out so was half or more of the campus. Harry had failed to mention the party that was happening tonight. You are not dressed for a party, thinking that you were just coming to grab some notes off a classmate you hadn’t bothered to change out of your Mickey Mouse PJ pants and old band tee.

You grumble as you walk through the door, hit with the familiar smell of sweat, alcohol, and cheap cologne. The music is so loud you can feel it through the floor. As you weave through looking for Harry you see some of his brothers and try to ask them where he is, but they are all too smashed or too busy sticking their tongues down someone's throat to be of any use.

When you find Harry a tidbit of information does click. He is standing at a makeshift DJ setup, one hand wrapped around a red solo and the other on a turntable. For someone who looks as drunk as he does he certainly was a good DJ, moving from one song to the next without a hiccup.

There are girls surrounding him, there almost always are, but he pays them no attention as he scans the crowd. That’s when he spots you. He leans over and whispers something to another guy as he takes the headphones he was wearing off. The crowd boos him as he hops down, almost falling but catching himself on a girl, who from your vantage point looks like she is only wearing her bra and thong. As he catches himself Harry also notices the girl's attire or lack thereof, his hands rest on her bareskin for what seems like an outrageously long time.

You didn’t have a problem waiting when you were watching him DJ an annoying whisper in the back of your head. You shake it away as he makes his way over to you.

“Y/N!!!! You came!” He slurs, yep definitely drunk.

“Hi Harry,” you shout above the music and crowd “ yes I came you told me that I could borrow your notes remember?” he nods his head

“S’course I remember.” The more he speaks the more sure you are that its a miracle he's still standing.

“You didn’t tell me there was a party happening when you invited me over.” You said no annoyance was evident in your voice because he wouldn’t even remember in two hours any way.

“You wouldn’t have come.” He pouts, you know that he’s right. As much as you loved a good party You had missed three days this week due to a sinus infection and were still playing catch up, which is why you need his notes. “Plus I wouldn’t have got to see you in your jammies.” You scoff.

“I have a lot of work that needs to be done. Can you please get me your notes?” Harry nods his head and grabs your hand pulling you in the direction of the stairs. He expertly weaves and dodges people. The noise of the party starts to fade as you get further back the hallway at the top of the stairs. You have been here before if you remember correctly. You had hooked up with another brother a couple months ago. He had been mediocre hence the reason you were struggling to recall the night, well that and the two or three cups of jungle juice you had before that.

“Harry, where are you taking me?” you question as he turns a corner

“To my notes, isn’t that what you wanted?” he slurs and looks back at you causing him to then trip and nearly fall pulling you with him as he is still holding your hand. When he finally stops in front of a door he reaches on the door frame for what you assume is a key. He then pulls you in the room. “Notes, notes, notes..” he mutters to himself

“Harry maybe I should just ask Melanie for hers.” he shoots his head up

“NO!” he exclaims the shuffles a few more papers before standing up triumphantly “See I have them right here!” He falls over then looks up at you “Y/N I didn’t know you had a twin.” you scrunch your eyebrows at him “Hi, Y/N’s twin! It’s real nice to meet you!” he sticks his hand up to the right of you.

“Harry, I think you should probably go to bed.” you say concerned for his health

“Nah mm’ fine.” he stands up and automatically goes back down.

“Okay Harry let’s get you to bed.” you help him stand up and walk to the bed. After he’s laying down you start to walk towards the door. Your hand is on the door knob when something hits you in the back of the head. You turn around, it was his shirt.

He is looking at you with a pout on his face,

“Help me?” you roll your eyes and walk back over to him, helping him slide his boots off. “Jeans to please.” you hesitate

“Harry, I don't think we’re that close.” you say to him.

“Please. I can’t get them off.” he makes a very dramatic show of trying to pull down his pants. You sigh.

“You better have on underwear.” he nods his head and you can tell it is taking a lot out of him to stay awake. Once his pants are off you leave, he is basically dead to the world at this point and doesn’t even notice you're gone.

When you get back to your apartment you wash your face, still feeling sticky from being at the frat house. You sigh sitting into the hard chair you had chosen specifically to keep you awake. You then pull out the notebook Harry had handed you, opening up to the page he had dog-earred.

Nothing…. Absolutely nothing.

You could kill him. And it actually wasn’t nothing there was a phone number scrawled with a winky face next to it.

Damn it. You need those notes. You let out a scream thankful your roommate was out with her boyfriend for the night. Pulling your phone out you punch the numbers in and hit call.

Ring

Ring…

Ring

Beep.

‘Ello you have reached Harry Styles, sorry I missed your call. I am currently drinking, drunk, asleep, or helping out a lady if you know what I mean. Oh! I could be in class also. You know what to do!

Beep

“Harry Styles I could kill you! I need those notes! Gahh!” you scream “Also your voicemail is disgusting. I can’t believe you don’t care if your mother or a professor hears that!” you hit the end call button

#frat boy!harry #frat boy harry #frat harry #frat harry x reader #frat boy harry x reader #Harry Styles #harrystyles #harry #styles #harry x you #harry x reader #harry x y/n #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #reader #one direction #one direction x reader

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when jerry was first learning how to be a cg he was kinda surprise the first time E had a tummy ache and started panicking bc when he gave baby e something to soothe his belly baby would spit up or have a messy diaper but jerry eventually learned that it was best to give baby some water and something light like some crackers -that he obviously hates-

You and E knew Jerry would be the acting CG on tour so a few weeks before another stretch of E's tour, Jerry came over and took over for the night as acting CG so that if any problems arose, you would tell him how to handle things and you and Jerry could talk through everything that he has questions about.

Jerry never knew that E would get upset stomachs because he's used to E eating absolutely everything Jerry gives him. So he's a bit flabbergasted when E comes to you for a cuddle complaining his tummy hurts. You can see the panic arise in Jerry's eyes.

"Yeah baby? Your tummy hurts?" Elvis nods, cuddling closer into your side as you give Jerry a concerned knowing look over El's head. "You feel pukey baby?" You ask, getting ready to catch vomit the next time E opens his mouth. "Nnnnngh." Elvis just groans and curls tighter into a ball. Jerry looks at you, unsure what to do. You shrug as if to say, "wait and see"

You wait it out with Jerry and eventually Elvis's face pales and you panic, trying to keep him from flopping forward as he starts to gag. "Jerry, get me a bucket or a bowl! Hurry!" And Jerry is scared because you're panicking and you rarely panic when it comes to Elvis.

He shoves a bag under Elvis's chin just in time for him to throw up into it. "There you go, lovie. Doing so good." When Elvis slows down, he lifts his chin out of the bag, looking to you for comfort. "M-Mommy, owie." Baby was breaking your heart. You looked to Jerry and found pure guilt just written all over his face.

"I know baby, I know. You think you're done?" He nodded, pushing his face into your chest, just wanting his momma to help him feel better. You adjusted E so that he could lay better in your lap. "It's okay baby. Let's go get you changed okay?"

You didn't really want to get puked on but you had to hold him close for his comfort so you mentally sacrificed what you were wearing for his comfort. You held him closed, rubbing his back as Jerry started up the bath while you went to pick some jammies for him that were sure were going to be puked on again tonight.

A few hours later, E was refusing to go down. You were pretty sure it wasn't from the stomach pain, more from the fear of puking in his sleep. So all three of you were laying on the couch cuddled up together watching a Disney movie.

"Mama, scary." Elvis whimpered, leaning on your shoulder, knuckling his eye cutely. You lean down and kiss Elvis's hair. "I know sweetie, but mama won't let anything happen to you and Jer's here too okay, you're going to be okay, baby. Your belly will feel better soon." Elvis whined again and pushed his face into your shoulder.

Jerry got up wordlessly and went into the kitchen. He came back with a sleeve of fresh cracker and an ice cold gingerale.

"Here baby, will you try this for me? It'll help your tummy." Jerry asked, crouching down to Elvis's level on the couch, putting the gingerale on the coffee table and offering the crackers to Elvis. Elvis eyed the package. He was scared of it hurting his tummy even more. He eyed the package and then looked to you, wondering if you thought it was okay to eat. Because surely you wouldn't make him eat it if it was gonna hurt his belly, right?

"Go on, baby. It's light, it'll help your tummy feel better. Just try one and if you don't like it, you don't have to have anymore, promise."

Elvis finally decides to nibble on a cracker. He looks up at Jerry as he eats it giving him a look like, "it's not bad...'' Jerry picks up the soda can offering it to E. "Here, baby try this, the bubbles will help your tum." E is immediately intrigued by the word, bubbles. You hear him give a small "ooh" before taking a healthy sip. It quells his roiling upset belly. E smiles up at Jerry, cuddling tighter into his mama. "There, you go, just nibble and sip, bubba."

I finally wrote something! <3

#kiwiswriting #baby!e #little!e

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wraenata · 11 months

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i was tagged by fellow raven enthusiast @redstringraven, thank you! I hope you have a wonderful weekend!

Oops I trauma dumped in some of these what a surprise

share your wallpaper:

My phone lock screen is a alternating picture of my cat Sally, or her sister Jenny who passed two years ago. In both photos they look like super models <3

My computer wallpaper is a alternating slideshow of like over 100 landscape and animal photos. Idk I got them from the microsoft store free at one point. They change every 30 minutes. I like the variety.

last song you listened to:

For some reason when I got home today I decided to watch the amazing Reverse animatic and then since I am finally using a new browser Firefox it started auto playing and went to the Roaring 20s animatic, and my brain decided to listen to that on repeat the entire night. I do not know why.

currently reading:

SO MANY FANFIC and I'm behind on all of them

On my immediate list to catch up right now are

We'll Meet Again Soon by chiangyorange

all the ashes in my wake by paperxcrowns

Change of Perspective by characcoon

last movie you watched:

Honestly have no idea. Probably the Rise movie. In two weeks it will be Spider-Verse and I will not be normal about it.

craving:

Energy to be alive

what are you wearing right now:

Yeah I get home from work at 3:30, finish dinner before 4:30, shower and in my jammies by 5 pm. This is how I live my life haha. It is a bit cool today so I opted for my big pink sweatshirt from a campground.

how tall are you:

5 foot 4 inches just barely, which is 162.56 cm according to an online converter. I'm short.

piercings:

So my ears were actually pierced when I was like 3 or something by my parents' friend. No I don't think she asked permission haha. Anyway I had to have an x-ray done not a year later so the earings came out and never went back in. My parents religion we converted into though actually did not allow piercings, so I never got them repierced. No jewelry was allowed. Some of the more strict southern churches didn't allow even wedding bands.

tattoos:

None. Tattoos were literally the reason my mom made us leave the normal church and go to the cult one. Tattoos were not allowed. Maybe I'll get one some day but it's not something I really think I need. But nothing is stopping me anymore if I wanted to.

glasses? contacts?:

4 eyes that's me :) Got glasses in 6th grade yay. I'm not super blind but unless I'm pretty close I'm losing out on a lot of details. Had to buy special prescription safety glasses for my lab job. When I'm at home I don't wear them. Details not important.

last drink:

I literally only drink water. And I drink a lot of it. Gave up soda when I was like 8 because I was afraid of wasps getting in the can. I don't drink alcohol or juice. Maybe a hot cocoa or tea but that is very rare.

last thing i ate:

Sugar snap peas! I love them <3

last show:

Lets be honest it was rise.

favorite color:

I like a forest green. But also I love pastels. I do not like red. You can thank my mom for that.

current obsession:

Rise of the TMNT. Also Spider-Verse.

unrelated obsession:

Nature related strategy board games. My favorites are Wingspan and Everdell but I have so.many.board.games. I got into the hobby because it was the only thing I could tolerate spending time with my mom with but now I don't want to do that anymore, so the games have gone unplayed since Christmas.

any pets:

My 19 year old tortie Sally! She is deaf and a box of rocks and so expensive with her health problems but I love her to bits. She's my baby and has been with me through everything.

do you have a crush on anyone:

I mean I had crushes in school but, oh shocker I was never allowed by my parents to date. And even then it had to be a fellow pentecostal and I sure as hell wasn't going to do that. I was too bogged down with family issues to ever consider it even after I left. I don't know if I'm capable of loving someone? Idk I have always had a huge identity crisis of who I am and what I want. But I also don't want to be alone forever. It's complicated.

favorite fictional characters:

Ninja turtles, Rise Casey Jones, Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner), Peter Parker, Miles Morales, Spider Gwen, Snoopy, Cinderpelt.

the last place you traveled to:

Ugh, the bachelorette party of my nightmares this past weekend. It was in a tourist town a few hours away. Unless work counts cause I went to work this morning.

tagging I'm not going to tag anyone because this is a lot, but if you would like to do it I encourage you to!

#tag game #ramblings #personal #also redstringraven i borrowed the format i hope thats ok!

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gillianthecat · 1 year

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Fahlanruk episode 12

my mostly negative thoughts while watching the final episode

Sher really took off his shoe to throw at Fah.

This ending is making me appreciate Big Dragon's finale even more.

The problem with Fah and Sher is that their story keeps reminding me of other shows that do whatever trope or plot better. Tending a cut on the bottom of the uke's foot -> Between Us made it more interesting. "Don't let me chase you away" -> I cared much more when Ji-woo said this to Seon-joon in To My Star 2. The shoe throwing I haven't seen before though.

I feel like Fah and Sher aren't actually going to do anything to solve their problems. Like have a conversation about... whatever their problems are, I don't even know at this point. Not trusting each other I think is at the base of it, and that's not going away just because you're being cute and calling each other faen.

Tap and Ping have such good pajama game. They're so cute in their coordinated old man jammies. I've seen very few repeats, and I've loved every one. Do you think Ping has been buying them for them both all along? Excited about getting into bed next to his crush in the couples pajamas he got for them? 🥺

Ok, this scene in the kitchen where Fah is about to feed Sher porridge and asks Sher to be his boyfriend is pretty cute, I will give them that.

Ping and Tap tagging tagging each other in their relationship status on Facebook is adorable. I love the way they're looking at each other here. (But do university students in Thailand even use Facebook anymore? I thought it was passé for that entire generation.)

I'm annoyed that even in late 2022 even sexually voracious uke characters still turn reluctant about sex once the relationship is established. It makes no damn sense! First Big Dragon and now this. I mean, it does sort of fit both their characters and dynamics (and Yai better than Sher), but I'm so annoyed by the trend overall.

But at least even the sweetest most innocent of the three couples get to have sex. Good for them. And interestingly, these actors seem most comfortable with the physicality of it, out of all three pairs. Well done, Gear and Prince.

There is no way that Sher's cut was that serious. This is ridiculous.

Are these music people cameos by actual famous music people? Otherwise there is no reason to listen to their extremely boring conversation.

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. Will anyone in this fucking show just let Sher live his own fucking life the way that HE wants to? Now that they're all done pressuring him to give in and date Fah they can't be content that they won that round and have to start pressuring him to reveal himself as a singer songwriter. There are a lot of good reasons for someone to want to remain anonymous and not be a pop star! Just because it doesn't fit your idea of how he should be living his life it doesn't mean he's not "embracing his own uniqueness" or whatever the fuck. I am getting much angrier than I should about this on behalf of a character I don't even care about. But it really is pissing me off.

Wait, this play is about how toxic social media is and how gossip can fuck up relationships? Didn't Pink write this play? I... I don't even...

I'm still kind of rooting for Pie in all his campy villain glory. At least he's not pretending to be anything other than a selfish asshole and not trying to justify his interfering behavior as anything other than self-interest.

Does no one teach the children basic internet safety anymore? Sher, why are you talking to this rando who messaged you out of the blue instead of blocking him. Maybe everyone SHOULD be making all of Sher's decisions for him after all.

I know 80% of BLblr is relieved not to hear singing in their BLs, but it weirds me out when the characters are singers but we never or rarely hear them singing. Or, even worse, they play other music over footage of the character singing or playing. At that point, why even bother.

See. These idiots never actually dealt with the fact that they don't trust each other! Shit like this is going to keep happening. Unless they somehow manage to have a real conversation in the last ten minutes of this show, but i I highly doubt that.

Ok, I guess they did manage to sidestep the jealousy and work together. Whatever. I still don’t buy that they figured it out.

This episode is taking me forever to watch because I keep getting bored and/or irritated and going off to do something else. I could just not watch it of course, but I keep telling myself, just 30 minutes left, just 20 minutes left, just 5 minutes left of the whole fucking series, just get it over with so you never have to watch it again. So I am determined to watch it and be miserable. I am starting to actually hate the show now though, perhaps because of it.

They even did the thing with the play that I hate, where the dialogue is a barely veiled metaphor for the main characters relationship. And who is this woman in the white dress that they thanked? She was also the music... producer? that Sher met, I think? I feel like she must be a cameo because otherwise the focus on her makes no sense. Maybe the novel author? (She's certainly not an actress; she's even stiffer than all the other terrible acting in this show.)

Since I'm already being mean about it, I will take this opportunity to get it off my chest: the acting in this show is, with few exceptions, pretty awful. Sher and Fah feel like the worst offenders, but that's probably because they're awful characters that have no other redeeming features to save them. It's part of what's making this last episode such a slog. Them being "cute" together is not actually cute because I keep noticing how awkward and fake the acting is.

And even Ping and Tap, as much as I adore them, are not doing very good acting most of the time, I hate to say. Ping is the best by far, and has moments of brilliance, but also a lot of awkward fake moments. I do blame the director for a lot of it, because it's so universal, and it often just feel like he's been given bad direction, and odd instructions regard timing/pacing. I would love to see him in something else with a better director because he's still pretty young and I think he has a lot of potential. As for Tap, I think he's the prettiest out of all the actors, and better than most of them, but he's still not that good unfortunately. But again, perhaps with a better script/director...

I do not understand (well 80% of this show to be honest, but specifically) why Sher and Fah are friends with Pink. Why they tolerate her sobbing and screaming "my ship has reached its destination." That is CREEPY. She is a fucking CREEP. If I was them I would take out a restraining order.

Speaking of things I don't understand, why is Fah doing an instagram live for the general public? He's not an influencer or anything like that as far as a can tell. Just a random popular kid on campus. Is this a real thing in the real world? Anywhere? Or in Thailand specifically? Do college kids these days treat the popular students like minor celebrities and follow their every move? It could well be, I am old™️ and don't understand how the youths are using social media.

I do find it hilarious that for whatever reason they decided Fah and Sher needed a last minute separation. But only were willing to do it for a week(?). I couldn't actually tell you why or for how long because I'm seriously struggling to pay attention at this point.

Yay! It's fucking over. I made it. Now I can let everything about this show slip from my memory, as it’s already trying to do. (Except for Ping and Tap, them I’ll keep.)

I will say that this final episode is making me appreciate Big Dragon's more. That one I did love, because the show has my heart and they did do many things very well, but I was also aware of several things I wished they'd done differently. But any flaws it had paled in comparison to the nonsense mess that was Fahlanruk ep 12.

#fahlanruk ep 12 #grumpyblogging #in which i’m a bit mean #fahlanruk #fahlanruk the series #kind of like liveblogging #final episodes #gillianthecat reacts to bl

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combatfaerie · 5 months

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Ficlet: Bedecked

Story: 2021: Bedecked Word count: 1,079 Relationship(s): Becky/Seth Also available at:AO3 and Wattpad and dreamwidth Summary: Seth tries to figure out Christmas traditions.

"Stockings? Santa photos? Elf on the Shelf?" Seth sounds like he's making his way through some arcane checklist and that's because he basically is. It's not like his family doesn't celebrate some version of Christmas, but now that he's been with Becky for almost three years, he's been exposed to more Christmas rituals and traditions than he could imagine. At least I didn't propose as her Christmas present, he tells himself. This is Roux's first real Christmas—she wasn't even a month old for her first one—so he wants to make sure she enjoys it.

Becky comes over and looks at the paper in his hand, smiling softly. "You made a list? Aw." Wrapping her arms around him, she cuddles up to his side. "That's so sweet."

"Well, I mean, it's not like I haven't done Christmas before," he replies, hoping he doesn't sound defensive, "but I know it's your favourite holiday, so I want to make sure I know what's going on."

"As long as you don't do that Happy wife, happy life bullshit with me," Becky insists. "You have to enjoy everything too."

Happy wife. That's been Seth's goal from the second he knew he was going to propose. Their wedding was postponed because of COVID and so much happened before they finally got wed—Roux was born, Becky's father died—that it feels like they crammed a decade of experiences into a year. Becky made her in-ring return at SummerSlam and won a title, and things have been going full tilt ever since—and Roux has been with them for most of it, on the road, on flights, and backstage. "I know. I just know it means a lot to you," he replies, "and I think it would be cool to build some traditions for her too." He looks over to their daughter, who's happily dancing with the dog. "I know it can be whatever we want it to be...."

"Exactly. I'd say yes to stockings. I had one as a kid and they're fun. There's always small little presents you can sneak in there. Photos with Santa?" Becky grimaces a bit. In some ways, Roux is remarkably well socialized, in large part from being backstage with so many adults. It may be different when she's the centre of the spectacle, though. "If Mick was doing a Santa appearance, that's one thing. I know we're getting the certificates," she adds, "but I don't know about a mall Santa. We'll have to see. We can try. The mall may be the hardest part of that equation."

Seth nods. In Davenport, anyway, they're recognizable enough that they get stopped frequently. The fans usually aren't rude—mostly they just want a selfie or an autograph—but it can make even the simplest activities take forever. Los Angeles has its own problems. "There must be some... private Santa functions or something, right?"

"Probably. We can look into it." He's not at all surprised to see that Becky has a list of her own and she adds Look up Santa options at the bottom. "Elf on the Shelf?" She frowns again. "I never had it. I think it's a bit weird, to be honest. Also, not too sure how Darrell and Kevin would take to it."

"Good point." The cat and dog were good with Roux herself, but they considered any toy left on the floor to be fair game. Unless the surveillance Elf was kept on a high perch, it likely wouldn't be safe. "Um... matching pyjamas?" When Becky chuckles, he just shrugs. "I saw it on a commercial. I didn't know if it was an actual thing or not."

"I know some people buy matching pyjamas for their families for Christmas Day, but...." Becky trails off, glancing over at Roux. "You'd probably overheat in flannel, and she seems to have your genes for that, so she'd probably have the shirt off in ten minutes."

Seth laughs. "She is my mini-me," he agrees with a grin. Then he raises his voice a bit. "Hey Roux, do you want matching jammies for Christmas?"

Roux perks up at the mention of jammies and toddles over to her parents. Jammies means bedtime, which in turn means stories and dancing and picking out her favourite stuffed toy to sleep with that night. "Ammies?"

Seth crouches down and hugs his daughter, lifting her up with a groan to make her laugh. "Not right now," he explains carefully. "For Christmas." He points to the huge tree in the corner that they put up yesterday. They're inviting his mother and stepfather over to help decorate it, so it looks rather bare at the moment, but Roux loves it all the same; Seth has caught her sprawled beneath it more than once, napping happily. "Would you like to have jammies that match Mama and Dada's?"

Roux looks over to Becky. "Mama ammies?"

Becky nods. "Would you like some like mine?"

"Yeah!" Roux nods so emphatically she nearly bonks her head on Seth's chin.

"What about Dada?" Becky asks, darting in to kiss her cheek. "Should we get Dada jammies like Mama's too?"

"YEAH!" Roux's enthusiasm makes Seth need to tighten his grip on her so she doesn't fall. "Dada ammies too!"

"Well, that's one thing settled," Becky declares. "Now we just need to go jammie shopping."

Seth sighs. Becky was right when she said he would probably overheat, but if he only has to wear them for an hour or two, he can make do. I can always take the top off, he reasons, setting Roux back down on her feet so she can run over to Becky. "Okay. Let me get my phone," he says, "and we'll find some jammies we all like."

"Ammies! Ammies!" Roux starts twirling around with happiness and if Seth needed any more reason to wear flannel, it's right there—in her absolute joy, the way her delight powers every movement.

Becky watches Roux dance, her smile as soft as Seth's heart feels. "I know Santa normally gets milk and cookies," she said casually. "But I think he might appreciate a cup of coffee every now and again, don't you?"

"Absolutely." Seth rests his chin on Becky's head. Maybe the matching pyjamas will become a yearly thing; maybe it will only happen once. He just knows he'll appreciate the chance to make memories and moments with the two people he loves the most—even if he's wearing flannel while he's doing it.

#combatfaerie fic #brollins fic #rollynch fic

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srorgana1 · 7 months

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Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (apporaching Dead Dove, you have been warned), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter Twenty One

In his 853 years of existence, if anyone told him he would here, he would have laughed. But yet here he was, in a large duel headed shower with an enchanting and intoxicating woman about to face his demons head on. The thought swirled in his mind as he watched her rinse her hair.

She is the epitome of light. So open and accepting. He honestly expected her to run when she saw his dark curse, but she surprised him yet again. She is not only staying but offered to help him through what will be the hardest thing he has ever done.

After their shower, they dressed and planned over tea and jammy dodgers. He told her of his failed attempts as she prepped their room with all possible provisions. He made her promise if something happened and he was truly lost to the Darkness, she would take matters into her own hands and end him.

She agreed with watery eyes, telling him not to think like that. The air was heavy with anticipation as they ate a meal and locked themselves away. She kept the lights low and kissed him softly, telling him she was here for him no matter what.

She kept herself close but not too close as it started. The act of taking the ring off was benign but the physical response wasn’t. He screamed and writhed on the bed, bleeding from multiple injuries he had received during his lifetime. He felt he was finally living his death, giving his magick the opportunity to meld his powers together at long last.

Even though it was excruciating, this time was so different from his previous attempts. This time he had hope, somehow knowing he wasn’t alone made it tolerable. He could feel her magick around him, her lovely light signature swirling and calming his chaotic one. He finally collapsed onto the bloody sheets, his skin painfully tight as his skin stitched his wounds together once more. He somehow already knew they would be scars now.

He opens his eyes to see Rey with a washcloth and some water for him. He watches her eyes follow the scar on his face. He clears his dry parched throat. “I received this during our last battle. The Guard utilize re-fashioned Angel blades, their magick twisted for demon use. Pryde surprised me” he says through ragged breathes as he shakily pulled himself up.

She nods as she holds him steady, wiping the blood from his skin as he drank. “Well I like it” she says kissing his forehead and cheek. Setting down the cup, he holds her close just enjoying her simply being here. She hums and kisses his neck. “Does it feel different to you?” she says softly.

He takes a moment to assess his magick. It’s familiar but different. He can still feel darkness but its muted, swirled perfectly with his own natural magick. “Yes, yes it does, but not in a bad way” he croaks, clearing his still dry throat.

She smiles at him, shifting out of his hold. “You’re magick has always been intoxicating but now it’s just even more so” she says, shivering slightly. Rey shifts back from him, removing her loose tank top and revealing her breasts to him. His eyes widen as he can smell her blood and arousal even more now.

“You need to feed Kylo, I can feel it” she says softly as she runs her hand through his sweaty hair. He nods, wrapping himself around her once more. The hunger is different, like he is finally in control of his vamparic gifts instead of them ruling him. He kisses her, hoping it shows her how much he appreciates what she has done for him.

She sighs as he lowers them down onto the bed where he was made anew. He kisses and worships her. She moans and begs for him as their magick pulses and swirls around them like never before. He hits him that their magick had melded when she gasped at a particular deep thrust, able to feel her pleasure as well as his own. He opened his eyes and met hers, asking her a nonverbal question.

Her eyes widened as she nodded, gasping again as he took her mouth with a fierce kiss. They had done it. Their magick had become one, just as Mara had foretold. Her chant of his name in his head spurs him to move to her neck, nipping and sucking as she got closer and closer to the edge. A nonverbal whisper of “Be with me” was all it took for both of them to fall off the edge.

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Kylo holds her in his lap, his bare chest at her back as he instructed to her how to channel her energy to an external form. His hand squeezes her breast as the other keeps her in place as he rubs his erection slowly against her. Her focus falters as her arousal spikes once more.

“Focus Rey” he says. Her eyes flutter slightly at the feeling of his mouth at her shoulder. She can feel their combined magick swirling as she tries to focus again. He kisses her again, those addictive lips making her mind float to this morning when he worshiped her making her cum over and over before biting and feeding from her thigh. She shivers at the memory.

“Rey” he growls in her head, his voice deep and seductive. She smiles, loving he can see her thoughts. It seemed like such an easy transition for her. Their magick was melded, why not their minds?

While she enjoyed feeling so much more of him, she wasn’t expecting the visions. The first one scared her awake, crying uncontrollably at the visual of Kylo shivering on a cot in a barrack, nursing an infected wound. The vision changed to him sometime in the 17th century, bloody and fangs barred as crazed townsfolk ran towards him with all kinds of weapons.

He woke instantly, concerned over the overwhelming spikes she was emitting. She asked what was happening and why she was seeing so many horrible things. He kissed her, telling her his theory of that they developed a psychic connection, now able to see each others memories and hear each others thoughts. He holds her as she sniffles into his shoulder, sending waves of calming energy to her while humming a soft melody in her head.

They discuss at length and agreed that whatever is seen is simply their magick continuing the connection process. The melding of two into one. He told her what he has seen so far as well, of her time at the orphanage and The Order. He shared with her the vision he had of her escaping the purges, hiding amongst nature as her court was wiped out.

He dreams made sense now. She had seen snippets of it before but now her magick was free she could see the whole thing. How her mother kissed her head and told her to run to the sacred circles, telling her they would protect her. How her father hugged her and told her he loved her before pushing her out the back door.

He held her in his arms as she processed this. She felt a strange sense of closure. She had been looking for answers for so long and through him she found them. She knows who she is now.

They were cuddled in bed when he brought up Qui-Gon. “Do you know who he is?” he asked softly. “No not really. They said he was from The Order and that he was sent to get me. He disappeared shortly after I started my training” she whispers into his chest.

“He was an Ethereal, like Mara and Windu. He was known to be a great Seer. He was also opinionated and was often at odds with Luke” he says as he runs his hand through her hair. “He was the first to speak of the prophecy. They say he left to find those who were lost.”

Her mind reels with questions, trying to figure out why Qui-Gon would have any interest in her. Her thoughts are interrupted by Kylo replaying Mara’s reading in her mind. “He may have known cyar’ika. I cannot confirm that but there had to be a reason for him to search you out.” She nods, burrowing more into him.

He brings her to the present with a quick nip of his fangs. “Do it cyar’ika” he says. She closes her eyes and focuses on making a small orb of energy in her hands. Picturing it in her mind, she wills it into existence. She hears him hum in her ear. “Rey, open your eyes” he says his fingers softly descending down her abdomen.

She opens her eyes and gasps at the orb she visualized in her mind floating in front of her. It’s magnificent. It swirls and sparks and her hands. She turns her head, unsure really of what to do next as his fingers reach their destination, stroking her lightly

She shuts her eyes, whining and gasping at his touch, her hips begging to move. “You did so well Rey. But you need to keep focused even through distractions” he says smirking “maybe I should…” “No!” she shouts, flinging the energy ball towards the wall, imploding on impact. It doesn’t destroy it but leaves a mark, the charred smoking streaks apparent on the dull gray paint.

He captures her mouth, devouring her as he enters her quickly. She keens into his mouth as he fucks her, loving how her walls squeeze him tightly. He grabs her neck, squeezing lightly as he lets their magick lead him. She gasps and moans, their mutual pleasure building. He growls as his fangs descent.

Kylo sweeps his finger against her clit one more time as she clamps down on him, her orgasm overtaking her. He bites her shoulder, her blood coating his tongue. He groans at the combined feeling. He licks again as she grips his hair, keeping him close.

A vision suddenly flashes before his eyes. He sees a dark forest at dusk. He smells pine resin, decomposing leaves and smoking firewood. He hears chanting, turning to see dark cloaked figures amongst the trees.

The vision changes to a dark room. He hears a dark laugh come through the chanting. The hooded figures part reveling a man is sitting atop a dark throne. He looks up and stares at Kylo with bright gold eyes, smiling wickedly before looking off to the side at a discarded body. No, no it can’t be…

He gasps, pulling his fangs out of Rey quickly. She hisses in pain as her hips stop their movement. He can feel their combined release drip down but he’s too focused on what he just experienced. He pants hard, squeezing his eyes shut as he removes his hand from her neck. “Kylo what, what happened?” she says breathlessly.

He looks down at her mangled shoulder, deciding to focus on her skin then her question. He has to process this. He takes his time licking her wound gone. She sighs at his attention, but turns as much as she can to look at him.

“Kylo” she says again, her hand running through his sweaty hair. He finally looks at her, her beautiful face dewy and pinked “I saw something” he murmurs, running a hand down her spine. She shifts off him, making him groan as she reaches for his button down. She slings it on and sits back down on his messy lap.

“What did you see Kylo?” she asks. He sighs knowing he cannot hide it, not from her. “I saw the Dark Throne. I saw Him. He’s ready to return” he says as he holds her close. “But there is more isn’t there?” she whispers.

The vision of her lifeless body replays in his mind. “I saw you” he says lowly. He hears her breath catch as he lets her see the vision. “I won’t let this happen cyar’ika, I promise you” he says, squeezing her gently. “I know that Kylo” she responds, laying her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around him. She shuts her eyes, hiding her own horrid vision from him.

They stay there for a while until Rey speaks. “I feel like I’m ready Kylo. Obviously this is a sign of things to come and we need to return.” He nods and loosens his hold. “I agree, but I have to say I will miss having you all to myself” he says smirking.

She smiles as her magick sparkles. “You’ll always have me Kylo. We just have be careful” she says, giving him a light kiss. He hums as he peppers her face with kisses, making her giggle. “As long as you end up in my bed every night, we can make that work.” She nods with a final loud laugh.

“Go get cleaned up Rey, I’ll text the team” he says as she stands, tapping her ass playfully. She smiles as she turns, leaving him alone. He wills his phone to his hand, sighing at the amount of messages that are waiting for him. Through the emails and missed calls, he sees a text from Vicrul.

Jessica had a vision. We need to talk. Text when you can.

He hopes she didn’t see what he did. He will not lose Rey. For once his magick felt calm and not at war inside of him and it’s because of her. He opens the messenger app and types a response. We are ready. We will see you soon.

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mintywolf · 1 year

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A Long Road Home Author Notes - Page 1

Hello! Going forward I’m going to be attaching author notes here on my personal blog for anyone interested in hearing me ramble about this. :)

For Page 1.

If you’ve been following me for a while you probably know me best from Guardian, my last big comic. (For those who don’t, it’s a graphic novel about Lulu from Final Fantasy X. You can read it here: @guardian-comic) Since finishing work on that in early 2020 I’ve been struggling to get a new project started. I’d had a number of other original and fan projects backburnered but found I had a hard time caring about them. (Or honestly, much of anything, after the plague malaise took over. A lot of things, on both a global and personal scale, happened in 2020 that made art just Hard in a way that it hadn’t been before, a feeling I’ve seen shared by a lot of creatives at the time.)

Then CR Campaign 3 started and I don’t know what it is exactly about Laudna and Imogen but these characters and their relationship have my entire heart. I have not hyperfixated this hard on something in years. As with Guardian the impulse to express all the heart emojis bursting out of the depths of my being in the form of an unwieldy graphic novel came out of nowhere, and the beginnings of it came in a dream. (Although as also with Guardian, the pages that I dreamt for it never actually made it into the comic, haha.) I woke up that morning feeling in my soul that it was Time.

Fortunately I have the benefit of 10 years of experience this time so rather than just diving headlong into another opus I spent several months planning, outlining, writing the script, and working on character designs. I’ve thought before that if I’d known exactly how big Guardian was going to be at the outset I never would have been able to get started. This time I know. And friends . . . it is another behemoth. D: A few times, watching the script steadily balloon in size, I stopped to think what are you doing, this is insane, this could be a fic and take a fraction of the time, but I have no sense of artistic self-preservation. :D

I’m still scared! I know from having done it before that I can do it again, but it still feels very Big and I’m still working my way back up to the level of artistic productivity I had then. But I’m excited about it in a way I haven’t been about a creative project in a long, long time.

For a long time it didn’t have a title, it was just called “Southern Gothic Meet Cute Prequel Comic??” at the top of the script page. That got shortened to “Southern Gothic,” which fits it both as a ship and a genre, but I decided that was a little too cheeky since it is the ship name (one of them) and also not very indicative as a title. The meaning of the new one will I hope become evident as the story goes on. (I never did change the tumblr url though. It is what it is.)

Yeah so! Here we go. Here’s Imogen, with some curiously bare arms!

It’s implied that Flora is a white horse (when Imogen selects horses for the journey to the Heartmoor Chetney remarks that he thought she’d prefer a white horse, but she says she doesn’t want to replace Flora) and originally I intended to draw her that way but I ended up liking the palomino paint look. (Incidentally my first horse in Breath of the Wild looked like this so it’s kind of nostalgic for me. ;)) She’s still mostly white. She kind of disappears from the scene because it’s a dream. In the narration she always runs away before the storm hits.

I think I over-rendered the backgrounds, haha. But I just got all these cool grass and field brushes just for this! (Available here.) The quilt was also more intricate originally but I didn’t want to drive myself insane trying to keep the pattern the same every time we see it, so I simplified it a little. It’s still cute. Also a recurring staple of my art: cute jammies. :)

Her bedroom is in the attic, which we’ll get a more clear picture of later. I imagine she’d have moved up there to be as far away from the presence of other minds as possible.

#a long road home #author notes

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inevitably-johnlocked · 1 year

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HI STEPH! How has your December been?

Hey Lovely *HUGS*

LOL do you want the "Tumblr happy place" version or the "might be a bit depressing" version??

Tumblr-mask version: It's been alright. We've got some snow now, and it feels a bit more Christmassy. Glad I'm on holidays and just enjoying the time off :)

Real life version: We've got some snow now, and I hate snow. And life's been a bit of a gong show for the past month or so. (cw below cut, medical, retail frustration, and depression mentions)

TL;DR: It's December. Hopefully the new year looks a bit more promising <3

As you all know, this kind of all started back when my job was very uncertain. I had a bit of a brief break when I got my raise and talked with the chief of staff. Few weeks, maybe, then just the desire to have a holiday started to kick in because I realized how EXHAUSTED I was.

I recently went though a pain in the ass experience with my car's manufacturer regarding a small repair on my car that was only supposed to be a one day thing and turned into nearly 3 weeks of me not having a car and them refusing to give me a rental because I don't have an "extended warranty" even though I'm still covered under a warranty. Because of the kind of person I am, this spiralled me into a nightmare scenario of me stressing about not having a car three weeks before Christmas, fighting with the dealership to give me SOME sort of compensation (and failing) and them not being able to tell me when I get my car back – I wanted it back before my Christmas break this week because I prefer to go out during the work week when it's less busy. Anyway, coincidence or not, the missing part MYSTERIOUSLY arrived two days after I escalated my situation with the head office telling them their customer service was shit (in a nicer way, of course, LOL), so I at least have it back now. But not an experience I would wish on my worst enemy, it was THAT stressful.

Leading up to Christmas, work was insane. We're short-staffed and just... no one was "feeling it" this year. We're all tired and we all just want holidays. I took off three extra days since I still had time to book off, so my holidays started sooner than everyone else, and I am so glad I did it. I'm not looking at anything work-related for the next two weeks, thanks.

I don't like winter at all where I live (it's always gloomy and wet; rarely any sun at all), and it feels like my brain is rotting from all the Christmas shit being shoved down my throat. There, I said it. I don't like Christmas, haven't since my dad passed away 2 weeks after Christmas over a dozen years ago. I like the aesthetics of it – the lights, the decorations, the hot cocoa and fancy drinks – but it's TOO MUCH for TOO LONG, and by the time Christmas is here I am DONE. I'm TIRED of people being SHOCKED that I don't like Christmas... ugh. PLUS my seasonal depression spikes badly at Christmas because all people seem to do is like to remind me how alone I am. Like thanks, appreciate it. UGH. The only thing I like about Christmas is that my work gives us 2 weeks every year between Christmas and New Year, and I spend most of that alone watching movies, drinking cocoa or playing video games. It's wonderful. I hear about everyone in my extended family having to visit all these people on Christmas day and I'm like LOL I'm in my jammies watching the Avengers, thanks, you keep that stress.

Christmas is EXTRA kinda poopy this year because one of my closest extended family members found out they have throat cancer at the beginning of November. They're in chemo right now and in good spirits, so I'm trying to stay positive about it, but it's hard to not think about, you know?

Discovering a lot about myself in therapy, and it's mentally draining. That's all I'm comfortable sharing right now.

I'm just all around TIRED and LONELY and feel like no one cares about me, y'know? I feel like I'm never going to be anyone who accomplished something worthwhile (and before y'all say it, my BRAIN LOGICALLY KNOWS THIS IS ALL FALSE, but my wires get crossed and the depression sinks in instead with the intrusive thoughts – My therapist finds it fascinating that I have this kind of awareness and she's trying to find a way to work around it). Some days are worse than others, especially in the winter in this city going on month 2 of no sunshine, UGGGHHH. Having moods that change with the weather REALLY fucking sucks.

AND I've been looking again at getting a cat, but I think I might have to once again put it on the back-burner, because my phone is finally crapping out (it's an iPhone 6S Plus, so it's OOOOOOOLLDD by today's standards) with the camera jittering and the battery barely lasting 4 hours in standby mode, so I might have to get a new one sooner than later. AND I also want to re-look at getting a mortgage again so I'm ready when the housing market inevitably crashes and I can get a condo cheaper than 500K :/ My rent is still cheaper right now because I'm so grandfathered in that I'm paying under 1000$ right now for rent, so staying where I am is the SMART thing, but I'm miserable because the space is too small now. ANYWAY, money. Can't get a cat right now AGAIN because of money. Ugh. I'm not broke by any means, I just.......... am so annoyed my single-person groceries have gone from 50$ a week to 150$ a week, and I HATE HATE HATE it. It's ridiculous. Finally get a raise but I can never catch a break, it seems :/ It's not Avacado Toast, Karen, it's the whole damned economy.

So yeah, that's basically it. I don't talk about myself that much here because I am a fairly private person. I don't like bothering people with my problems because I always feel like a burden. Sometimes, though, I just wish I had a human person I could visit regularly to chat with (that I don't have to pay for, LOL), is all. AND my blog is my happy place, so I try to keep it positive where I can.

Hope you're having a good month, and I hope the holidays treat you well <3

#steph replies #chatting with lovelies #about me #negativity cw #depression cw #my ramblings

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