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deltaromeo3 · 10 months
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𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 & 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 ⋆ Lando Norris
pairing: Lando Norris x f!reader
summary: in which the reader joins Lando whilst he’s streaming with Max
warning(s): bad writing LMAO!! i wrote this during work🫠
requested by this ask
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It was a normal Tuesday evening for you. Lando was in his gaming room streaming with Max.
You were in the kitchen making a snack for them (like you always do. that’s why Max loves having you around)
Laughter and giggling can be heard from the room. You smiled at the sound of Lando’s laugh; it sounds like he was enjoying himself.
You plated the food nicely, not forgetting to take the drinks from the fridge; they loved their soda cold.
You make your way over to the room with plates in hand.
“Hi,” You said as you stood at the entrance of the room.
“Hi,” They said in unison. “Come in,” Lando says, gesturing for you to enter.
“Snacks for the both of you,” You said as you placed the food on the table.
Their eyes lit up as soon as they saw the food on the table. Max thanks you and Lando does too- in a form of a kiss.
“You’re on live, Lan,” You whisper to him.
“I know,” He kisses you again.
“Ugh,” Max says. “Get a room!” He teases.
Lando pulls away, smacking him in the arm while you laugh in embarrassment.
You were about to walk off to continue watching Netflix in the living room when suddenly Lando tugs on your arm.
“Where you off to?” He asks.
“To leave…? I’ll be in the living room as usual,”
“Nuh uh,” He says, shaking his head. He tugs on your arm once more, “Join us,” He says, patting his lap.
You quickly shook your head, saying that you didn’t want to interrupt what the two of them were doing but Max quickly interjects.
“The fans are asking for you. They even asked you to join us. You’re not interrupting. Cmon y/n!”
“You sure?” You ask, just to make sure.
“We’re sure baby. C’mon,” He pushes his chair away from his desk to make space for you. You walked over to him and sat on his lap.
You waved to everyone on the stream and someone pointed out the hoodie you were wearing.
You laughed, “I just took it from Lando’s closet.”
Lando adds on, “Yeah, she loves to wear my clothes. I don’t mind though, looks better on her.”
You blushed.
You were sat on his lap, quietly observing the both of them, reading the chat while Lando and Max plays a few rounds of whatever game they were playing.
You were laughing at the comments because all it consisted of was how cute you and Lando were and they didn’t realise that Lando was this clingy.
“They’re saying you’re clingy,” You said to Lando.
“Course I am. But only to her though,” He replies to the stream.
You weren’t sure what game they were playing but at one point the fans suggested that you play one round with Max. You hesitantly agreed because you didn’t feel like embarrassing yourself on live.. but you did it anyways, after much persuasion from Lando and Max.
You listened closely as Lando showed you the controls. He even let you play a trial round to get the hang of it.
“Got it?” He asks as he places his headset on your head.
“I think.” You unconfidently say as you mess around with the buttons. “But Lan, this is gonna for sure fuck up your K-D ratio,”
He laughs, “Babe that’s not important. Just have fun okay?”
You gulped, “I’ll try.”
“Okay Max, she’s ready!” He says to Max.
The loading screen appears shortly after.
Lando wrapped his arms around your waist and then places his head on the crook of your neck as he watches you play with Max.
“Oh my god there’s two here Max! Help!” You panicked.
“Baby go on and throw a smoke grenade,” He instructed, and you proceed to do so. “Now prone so they won’t see you,” You did as you were told.
“Good baby, that’s good.” He coos.
“They’re coming so be prepared to shoot okay?” He says as he rubs circles on your shoulder, trying to ease the pressure.
You were laser focused; your fingers were ready on the keyboard to click and when the enemies appear, you shot them down.
“Woo! Good job baby!”
You smiled at his remark but quickly turn your attention back on the game. You were so engrossed you didn’t even realise Lando was staring at you in absolute awe; like you just hung up the moon and stars. The viewers picked that up, teasing him in the chat.
Everytime you killed an enemy, he does these tiny little claps and giggles, even giving you little words of encouragement. Just that little action alone made you feel like you should try and give your best.
“You’re doing so good babe!”
“To your left! Shoot him!”
“There you go baby!”
He couldn’t believe it but he was kinda impressed at how good you were.
All throughout the game, his arms never left your waist and his head never left the crook of your neck. He would keep on praising you and would also keep on kissing your shoulder as a way to distract you.
Your eyes never left the screen, afraid you would die so all you could do was scold him.
“Lando! Stop! It’s ticklish! Oh god we’re gonna lose,”
He laughs at your reaction, but still continues to kiss you. But when the game ends, you and Max high fived each other because you ended up winning.
You were in absolute shock at how you managed to even last til’ the end because truth was, you were shit at gaming. Couldn’t make a career out of it even if your life depended on it.
“You’re not bad! We should play again sometime.” Max says, also in shock.
“Yeah! Maybe you can ask P to play with me. We’ll have like a… girlfriend stream or something.” You suggested.
“That’s a good idea baby, didn’t think of that.” Lando chimes in and Max agrees.
The fans seem to like seeing you play as the comments were just full of encouragement. Maybe a little hate but for the most part it was positive.
Lando then ends off the stream, bidding goodbye to the viewers and you did the same.
“I didn’t know you were a gamer?”
“I’m not just a trophy wife you know.”
“Of course you aren’t,” He plants a kiss on your shoulder once again.
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richmonds-disaster-bi · 4 months
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Omega Roy with Jamie and song number 23
Ooooo I love this song and this au ❤️
Take my hand - Picture This
It was a random Tuesday morning at 6am when Jamie had realised that he wanted Roy as more than a friend.
He didn't remember why or how the thought had crossed his mind. All he had known was that one moment he looked up and Roy was smiling. A tiny, fleeting thing that was so quick that he almost missed it but it made his heart race with the thought "I want to make him smile every day".
He had thought it'd freak him out more than it did because this was Roy. One of the most defensive and closed off omegas that Jamie had ever met, and one of the first ones to look at Jamie's cocky, overblown macho alpha act and growl at him because he wasn't impressed.
Back then, Jamie had been a prick. He'd viewed himself as the alpha of the team, and Roy's refusal to engage with him had tormented him until Jamie had realised he didn't want to be this person.
He'd worked on himself. Worked with Dr Sharon to untangle all the stereotypes that had been ingrained in him by his father's fists and words until Jamie felt safe enough to be himself, to be soft and playful and sweet. All the things he was told alphas couldn't be, and it was then that Roy had started to finally let him in a little.
And if anyone heard Jamie's thoughts, they'd probably joke that Jamie was the omega out of the two of them because as they lay together, legs tangled on the sofa with half empty glasses of rosé and Jamie's head on Roy's chest, all Jamie could think was he wanted this forever.
He wanted to wrap Roy in his arms and kiss him stupid. He wanted to be the little spoon in bed, and wear Roy's shirts that made him feel small and loved. Jamie wanted to take Roy on romantic dates, woo him until the other blushed and kiss him in front of twinkling lights.
Jamie wanted to show Roy that he would love him so wholly and truly that everyone around them would look at them and think "I want that".
"What's got you vibrating like a lap cat?", Roy's voice pulled him from his thoughts as fingers tugged at his hair softly. He hadn't even realised that he was rumbling until Roy had distracted him.
Jamie, normally, would give a little growl and bat the others hand away from his hair, but today he felt soft and in love.
"Just love ya so much", Jamie admitted as he tilted his head up to look at Roy, "Gonna show ya everyday, yeah? Be all romantic and shit"
Roy's dark eyes seemed to sparkle at little at Jamie's words, and he got a little rare Roy smile in return.
"Oh yeah?", Roy questioned, a barely audible purr started in his chest, "Going to hold my hand and shit?"
" 'Course I am", Jamie grinned, "I'm gonna make us a love they sing songs about"
He could see a little flush rising on Roy's cheeks at the sincerity of his words and it made Jamie want to kiss him so he did. All sweet and soft and slow and romantic until he was bracketing Roy in against the couch, lying chest against chest.
"There's only you for me, yeah?", Jamie whispered against his lips as the omega closed his eyes under the weight of Jamie's love.
The kiss he got in return was all he needed as an answer to know just how much Roy agreed with that idea.
Give me a number between 1-100 and a pairing, and I'll write a drabble based on that song
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that-one-nerdy-gal · 1 month
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Lightweight
by Dea_Luna_Leigh
ATTENTION: This fic contains an inebriated Kagome having sex with Inuyasha. In this fic, she willingly consents to these actions, and enjoys having drunk sex on occasion. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.
Hi everyone! I'm back! It has been such a long time since I've written smut (like four years), so please forgive me if it's choppy and you find limbs in places they weren't originally.
Also, I figure I should let you all know the reason why you haven't see much from me in the past two months is because I was unexpectedly laid off back in December, and to cope with the traumatic experience of not having a job (and owning a house, and my mortgage increasing, and my unemployment checks not coming in for six weeks, and my phone breaking), I discovered Jujutsu Kaisen and it became my comfort anime (an oxymoron, I know). So I spent all of January writing fic after fic for JJK. Anyway, I was offered a job on Tuesday, and I figured I would celebrate by posting a fic of my first and favorite anime couple getting it on. I still hope you all enjoy it, and happy belated Valentines Day!
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“You know, you don’t have to drink it.” Kagome tore her eyes off of the shot of tequila she had been holding for the past two minutes, meeting the golden gaze of her boyfriend seated next to her at the shady dive bar Sango had picked earlier that night.
“I know that!” She turned defensively as she let out a huff of air, blowing her bangs out of her face, “But I’m going to drink it anyway.”
“Kagome, you probably shouldn’t.” Sango gently placed a hand on her friend's arm, “You don’t have anything to prove.”
“Sango’s right, Kagome.” Miroku smiled at her from his seat on the other side of his girlfriend where he nursed his Diet Coke, “There is no shame in being a lightweight.”
“Miroku!” Sango scolded while Inuyasha gave his friend a look of disbelief.
“What?” Miroku looked back at his friends with pure confusion. Kagome narrowed her eyes at the young man. 
“Now you’ve done it.” Inuyasha groaned, rubbing his temples, as he watched his girlfriend lick the salt off the back of her hand.
“What did I say?” Miroku asked again.
Sango let out an exhausted sigh, “You said the L-word.”
“I,” Kagome took the shot, “am not,” she sucked on the lime, “a lightweight!” A shiver ran through her body. Slamming the empty shot glass on the bar, Kagome shouted over the music, “Another!”
“Kagome, please don’t.” Sango begged, “That shot was your third drink. If you have another, you’re going to get sick.”
“No, I won’t!” Kagome stood on the foot-railing of the barstool, leaning halfway across the bar as she waved down the bartender. “Excuse me! Mr. Bartender! Can I please get another tequila shot, please?” Kagome felt a clawed hand firmly grip her shoulder, pulling her back onto her stool.
“Kagome.” Kagome stubbornly turned toward Inuyasha. 
“What?” She glared at him.
“Are you sure you want to go down this road?” He raised a thick eyebrow at her. “Because if you do…” 
“Inuyasha, I’m an adult! I can make my own decisions!” She grabbed the new tequila shot that had been placed in front of her, spilling some on her top as she shrugged off his grip.
“Okay, fine!” He let out a growl, throwing his hands up in defeat. “But don’t come crying to me when you can’t get off the bathroom floor later.” Kagome stuck her tongue out at the hanyou and downed the shot.
“Woo!”
“Woman, I told you, keep your hands to yourself!” 
“But you’re sooooo hoooot.” Seated in the back seat of Miroku’s sedan, Kagome had her arms draped over the passenger seat and was in the process of shoving her hands under the collar of her boyfriend's shirt. 
“Kagome, I swear to god, if you don’t sit back against the seat right now, I won’t give you a kiss when we get home.” The sudden gasp from Kagome made Miroku flinch at the wheel.
“NOOOO!! Why are you so mean!!” Kagome released her prisoner and threw herself hard against the back seat with a thump; arms crossed with the most perfect pout on her face.
“Hey! Don’t be mean to Kagome!” Sango’s head appeared between Inuyasha and Miroku as she told them off, “You jerks, be nice to my best friend!” She harrumphed as she threw her arms around her drunk friend, “Kagome is the bestest, most sweetest person in the whole wide world and deserves all the kisses!”
“Yeah!” Kagome hiccupped, “Listens to Sango!” Kagome wrapped her arms around her friend, returning the drunken hug. “Sango, we should ditch these boys. Let’s run away together and be lovers and… and live in the woods!”
“You hear that Inuyasha? They are finally running away.” Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, Miroku snatched his friend's hand, “We’re finally free to be together.” Miroku pulled Inuyasha’s hand to his mouth, kissing his fingers, and laughed as Inuyasha pulled his hand back.
“Shut the hell up, as if I’d go for a perv like you.” Inuyasha looked over his shoulder at his girlfriend, “And Kagome, you may be bi, but we all know you wouldn’t survive one day in the woods.”
“We can’t hear you! We’ve run away!” Inuyasha winced at the girls shrieking laughter. 
“Relax my friend, you’re almost home.” Rolling his eyes at the DD’s statement, Inuyasha stared out the window as the street lights passed in a blur down the highway. Inuyasha groaned as the girls shrieked again at the realization that their current favorite song was playing on the radio. If anything, once they got home, his problems would get worse. 
“Thanks again for driving us, Miroku.” Inuyasha stood on the sidewalk outside of his and Kagome’s apartment. Kagome was saddled on his back, with her arms around his neck, once again trying to find her way into his shirt. Inuyasha bit back the growl that started to rumble in his chest. 
“Of course! Absolutely any time!” The violet-eyed man smirked at Kagome’s feeble attempts to unbutton the top of Inuyasha’s shirt. “You two enjoy yourselves tonight.” 
“This is your fault, so the only thing I’m gonna enjoy is kicking your ass next time I see you.” 
“Promise?” Miroku wagged his eyebrows at his friends' growing frustrations.
“Mirokuuuu… come on. You said we’d get hot fries!” Miroku’s head bobbed slightly as his girlfriend tugged on his ponytail from the back seat. Inuyasha couldn’t help but smirk back at his friend. At least he wouldn’t be the only one with his hands full tonight. 
“Thanks again Miroku. Enjoy those ‘hot fries’. G’night Sango!”
“Byeee Sango! I looove you!” Kagome sang from her perch on her boyfriend’s back. 
“Bye Kagome!!! Love you too!!” Sango’s arm hung out the window waiving as Miroku pulled away. 
Girlfriend firmly in place, Inuyasha began making his way up to their floor. The two of them lived on the fifth floor of a six-story walk-up apartment complex. Being a half-demon, Inuyasha didn’t mind the stairs, however, he did mind that his drunk girlfriend was still attempting to maul her way into his shirt. By the time he got to the third floor, she had given up on his buttons, and found herself an easier target; his neck. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt her soft, hot lips meet the sensitive skin. Normally, he never bothered tying up his hair, but tonight he had tied it up in a messy bun, leaving his neck exposed to potential attacks.  
Damn, wench must have planned this from the start.  
He couldn’t help but smile at his girlfriend’s forethought. As they approached their apartment door, Inuyasha reached into the back pocket of his jeans to grab his keys, hiking Kagome further up his back in the process. 
The noisy moan that came from Kagome from this movement could only be described as sinful. 
“Kami, Kagome, could you be any louder? You're gonna wake the neighbors.” Inuyasha growled partly out of frustration. He nearly dropped the keys when he felt her stroking his left ear.
“Kagome, what do you think you are doing?” Kagome fully ignored his warning tone.
“Nothing. Just touching my boyfriend. Nothing wrong with that,” she purred against his neck. He let out another growl as he swung their door open, and slammed it behind him; neighbors be damned. Stomping through the apartment, he deposited his girlfriend unceremoniously on the couch.
“Gees Mr. Grumpy-Pants, what was that for?” Kagome watched as Inuyasha stormed toward the kitchen, where she heard him run the tap and then abruptly shut it off. Inuyasha appeared before her with a cup of water.
“Drink.”
“What?”
“I said, ‘Drink,’ Kagome.” Kagome could see that he was about four seconds away from shattering the glass in his hands, and decided not to argue. She took the glass and raised the rim to her lips.
“Fine. I’ll drink it,” she pointed a finger at him, “But you need to drop the attitude.” She sipped the water and held his challenging gaze. She watched a muscle in his jaw twitch as he crossed his arms. She quickly glanced down toward his waistline, and it dawned on her where his actual frustration was coming from. 
A coy smile on her lips, she began to take slow gulps of the water, playing it up as if it was the absolute best thing she had ever drank in her whole life. As she began to get to the bottom of the glass, she reclined back on the couch, using her left arm to support herself. 
She felt the spaghetti strap of her black top fall off her shoulder and decided to leave it there. She let out a good moan as she swallowed the last gulp of water. For added measure, she stuck her tongue out as she tilted her head back, tapping the glass, catching the last drop of water right in the middle of her tongue. 
With a soft clink, she set the glass down on the coffee table, still not bothering to fix her strap. Wiping her mouth with her index finger, slowly, she met molten golden eyes.
“Refreshing.” 
The next few seconds were a literal blur as Inuyasha swept her up in his arms and charged into their bedroom. Practically throwing the two of them onto the mattress, Kagome was suddenly aware of her boyfriend’s body on top of hers and his lips on her neck.
“Fuck, Kagome,” he kissed and nipped his way up her neck to the base of her ear, “You are nothing but trouble, ya know that?” Before she could retort, he captured her lips which she leaned into willfully. 
She ran her hands along his muscular arms, shivering as she felt them flex under her hands, wrapping her in his embrace. This was exactly what she was hoping for after they left the bar; hot and hazy sex with her half-demon boyfriend. 
She felt him press into her hips, feeling him grind against her core through their jeans. There was too much fabric in the way. She wanted to feel him. Just as the thought crossed her mind, Inuyasha panted as he pulled back from their heated makeout. 
“Kagome.”
“Hm?” She didn’t want to talk, she wanted to kiss, and touch, and, and… She reached a hand down to grope his bulge.
“Kagome, stop for a second please.” He placed his hand on hers, stilling her movements. His eyes glowed in the dimly lit bedroom. “Are you sure you want to do this? You’re still pretty drunk.”
“Inuyasha,” Kagome smiled and placed a free hand on his cheek, “I’ve had this all planned since this morning. Why do you think I asked you to put your hair up when we went out?” She slid her hand up from his face, threading her hand through his tied up hair, and tugged him close.
“It’s so I had something to hold on to while you eat me out.” She watched Inuyasha’s gaze darken with lust, feeling his dick twitch in his pants. 
“You sly wench.” One of his fangs peaked out of the devilish smile he gave her. He made quick work of her jeans and underwear, peeling them off of her like a second skin. “I’m gonna make you regret toying with me like this.” Inuyasha’s eyes were so dilated, Kagome could hardly see any gold in his eyes. He looked like a predator about to devour his prey, and in some ways he was. Inuyasha leaned forward, kissing her deeply, pinning both her hands above her head with one strong hand. The sound of ripping fabric was followed by a sudden chill on her exposed breasts. 
“You jerk,” Kagome huffed out, “I really liked that top.” Inuyasha only chuckled. She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. She knew that he was leaving marks all on her neck. Somewhere in the back of her mind she recalled him telling her about the mating tendencies of dog demons. Something about wanting to mark their mate. Normally, she hated having the hickies on her neck, but tonight she couldn’t find a reason to care. His lips continued downward to her chest, and Kagome moaned as he took her breast in his mouth and sucked on the sensitive skin. He lightly dragged his claws down the side of her body, eliciting more sounds from his girlfriend. 
Kagome hissed as he pinched a pebbled nipple between his fingers. The slight pain from his pinching and sucking was like a sharp knife cutting through the warm and fuzzy feelings of intoxication. It was an addicting feeling. “Inuyasha, please,” she felt him release her hands as he slid further down her body. “W-wait,” she managed to get out. Inuyasha instantly froze in his movements. 
“Do you want to stop?” His voice was husky with want. 
“No,” Kagome reached toward his face, “Mark me, please.” She felt a shiver run through her body from the look he gave her. “J-just hickies.” She added quickly, remembering what her words sounded like to him in his current state of mind. She guided him toward her chest again. “I want to be the only one to see them in the morning.” Inuyasha wasted no time obeying her command. His hot mouth was sucking on the pearlescent white skin of her breasts. He left one hickey, then another, and another. Once he was satisfied with the one breast, he moved to the other, repeating the process. All the while Kagome mewled above him, loving the feeling of his mouth on her body. Kagome peeked at his work, and pleasure coiled deep within her seeing the bruises Inuyasha had left. 
“That enough?” Kagome nodded her approval, and Inuyasha slid lower on the bed. “Good.” His hands pressed against her thighs, encouraging her to spread them open, and she willingly obliged. Kagome heard him inhale deeply, and shudder between her legs. “Fuck, you smell amazing.” She couldn’t hold back the gasp when she felt his rough tongue lick a stripe up her core. 
“I-Inuyasha,” She whimpered. She knew she sounded like a blubbering mess, but Kagome didn’t care, “Ah!” She quickly covered her mouth so as to not wake the neighbors. 
“No you don’t.” She felt Inuyasha pause in his exploration. She glanced downward and saw him staring at her intensely. “I wanna hear you, wench. Besides,” He reached for her arm and guided her hand toward his hair, “Pretty sure you mentioned something about wanting something to hold on to.” With one of her hands tangled in his hair, she let him get back to work. His tongue flicked around her clit, causing her legs to spasm and her hand to pull at his hair. More noises escaped her mouth with each movement. Kagome felt his tongue move toward her entrance where he licked and sucked at the never ending flow escaping from her. A digit pressed against her clit, and began rubbing it in slow circles, as his tongue slipped into her entrance. 
“Ah! Oh! Yash! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” She gripped his hair tight, knowing that it had to hurt, but she couldn’t help it. The warmth in her stomach was quickly turning into an inferno as Inuyasha pressed slightly harder on her clit, speeding up his strokes at the same time. His tongue dipped in and out, lapping up her sweetness. “Please, oh god! I’m gonna come!” A deep growl rumbled in Inuyasha’s chest. God did he not know how hot he was? His claws, his fangs, his ears… All of these demonic traits combined with his animalistic tendencies in bed…
“Come for me, Ka-go-me.” His husky command was all it took for the inferno to burst. She cried out as she felt the fire spread through her body. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body shook. She was vaguely aware of Inuyasha moving out from between her legs, as she removed her hands from his hair, the messy bun long gone. His warm body appeared next to her moments later, completely naked. She curled up next to him, riding out the shakes from her orgasm. 
“Damn, babe, was I that good?” She huffed out a laugh, as she playfully swatted his chest. 
“Sh-shut up. You know it’s easy for me.” A deep chuckle came from Inuyasha’s chest. 
“Nah, I’d rather just keep thinking I’m a sex god.” He leaned in and kissed Kagome. She could taste herself on his lips. She felt the pleasure pooling again, and reached down to grip his member, causing him to groan and jerk his hips into her hand. “Fuck, maybe you’re the sex god.” Kagome smiled against his lips, and pressed him onto his back, straddling the hanyou. She positioned them so he was rubbing right up against her sex. She rocked her hips back and forwards, sliding up and down the length of his dick. Inuyasha groaned again; it was music to Kagome’s ears. She couldn’t hold back any longer. She adjusted herself above him, and held him at her entrance.
“Are you ready?” Kagome asked.
“Are you?” He quipped back, right before thrusting upward and entering her. Both of them moaned out, adjusting to each other. 
“Dammit woman, how are you so tight?” Kagome caught her breath, relaxing around his dick, right before tightening her muscles and squeezing him. His hands flew to her hips, stilling her. Inuyasha’s eyes narrowed, “If you want me to last, don’t fucking do that.” She nodded. Something about this position always brought out the more demanding side of the hanyou. She leaned forward slightly, rubbing her clit against him, creating the friction she needed. The heat was building again as she bounced up and down, slowly rocking against him again. She cried out as she felt Inuyasha grab her tits and pinch her nipples again.
“I-Inu, please, I’m gonna come again.” She started building speed, but was struggling to maintain the pace. A jolt of electricity shot through her system, as she felt his clawed fingers pressing against her clit, creating the additional friction she needed. “Yes, please! Please don’t stop!” 
“As if I could stop if I wanted too,” his voice rumbled. With those words, Kagome felt herself spasm on his cock, gripping him tight as another orgasm ripped through her body. Again she was sent shaking, this time, little jolts of pleasure continued each time she squeezed down. She leaned forward, his still hard dick slipping out of her as Inuyasha wrapped his arms around her. Kagome let him hold her close to his bronzed chest where she nuzzled into his neck. Her breath quickly heated the small space where her face was buried, and she leaned into it inhaling deeply. This was where his scent gland was right? This is what made him smell so good, like sandalwood and pine. Kagome peppered a few kisses on the sensitive skin, loving the way Inuyasha squirmed beneath her. In her haze she suddenly remembered this is what dog demon's bite when they mark someone. Impulsively she sucked on the skin hard, causing Inuyasha to moan loudly. 
“I should have never told you about that.” He managed to growl out. His hands were on her hips, gripping her tightly. 
“I’m glad you did,” she said into his neck, “It’s kinda hot that you’re so sensitive there.” Her teeth grazed the skin, causing him to buck and curse underneath her. “I like that it makes you an animal in bed.” She bit him, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave her teeth marks. The room spun suddenly, and Kagome found herself pinned underneath her boyfriend. His teeth were suddenly at her neck, his breath coming out in hot little puffs, and a deep threatening growl rumbling in his chest. She felt his fangs brush against the soft skin as she swallowed. “Are you going to mark me?” The thought shot pleasure straight to her core. It seemed to take Inuyasha a moment to come back to himself before answering.
“No. Not while you’re drunk.” Inuyasha said as he pulled away from her throat. Kagome pouted as Inuyasha captured her kiss swollen lips. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you.” Kagome wanted to ask him why that mattered and what the difference was, but the words died in her mouth as he thrust himself inside her. 
“I-Inuyasha!” She cried out, and gripped his shoulders, her nails leaving marks in his skin. He quickly set a fast and brutal pace, and Kagome quickly wrapped her legs around him to keep herself steady. 
“I won’t mark you tonight,” Inuyasha grunted above her, “But one day, I will mark you. And you will be mine.” His words made Kagome squeezed on him tighter, feeling him pound deep inside her. She could feel the coil of heat building again. His thrust became erratic, and Kagome had half a mind to reach down and rub her clit clumsily, knowing they were both on the edge. Oh god she was close. “You will be my mate.” He growled out through gritted teeth, “You will be my Kagome!” 
“Inuyasha!” Kagome screamed out as she tumbled over the edge, her whole body clenching around Inuyasha’s dick. He was so big! Had his dick gotten bigger? With a final thrust, he howled as he followed her over that edge, pouring into her, thrusting his hips in time with each spasm. Kagome had never felt so full in her life. Inuyahsa remained inside her as he collapsed, and Kagome reveled in the feeling of his full weight on top of her. She wrapped her arms around Inuyasha, hugging him close. Inuyahsa rolled the two of them onto their sides so they could relax in bed. Kagome noticed that he was still inside her, hard as he was when they first started. She attempted to detach herself, only to gasp in pain as she realized she couldn’t.
“Ah! Don’t do that!” Inuyasha gasped.
“Why? What’s wrong?” Kagome tried to remember if this was something Inuyasha had told her about. They had only been dating for eight months, and her memory was too fuzzy right now to remember if this had happened before. Her question brought a blush to Inuyasha’s face.
“I uh… I knotted you.” 
“What’s that?” The events of the evening were quickly catching up to Kagome, and she did her best to hold back a yawn. 
“It’s uh… well, we just need to wait a bit. That’s all.” Inuyasha brushed Kagome’s hair back from her face, seeing she was trying to fight off sleep. “I’ll explain it in the morning,” he hummed, “Just rest for now.” Kagome simply nodded, curling up close to her boyfriend’s warmth, letting Inuyasha stroke her hair as she drifted off to sleep. 
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A Mortifying Ordeal
Raphael manages to get to earth after the Nether Brain exploded and killed Tav. Or so it seems. Because Tav is looking alive and eager at this very strange event where many people dress up as people he knows and even himself. Tav doesn't remember anything though. Something Raphael plans to amend. But is it really Tav without memories or just a lookalike that played the game too often? Time to find out. Started from This Prompt the idea evolved into something longer. Mix between fangirl's dream of being pursued by a romantically determined Raphael and the angst of not being who he want/loves/needs.
A Mortifying Ordeal Chapter 2 now up on AO3
Chapter 1 (formerly I've Known You Only Now)
Lemme tell you that while there's lotsa things you get used to on conventions because we're all off our rockers, especially the cosplayers and I must know because I just stripped out of my Tav cosplay. Anyway, I thought I lucked out when an extremely accurately looking Raphael cosplayer started to follow me around and actually kinda wooed my in the same fashion that sopping wet beast of a devil would in-game.
It's not something you expect but it is definitely appreciated. I didn't put on the easy-access outfit by accident, you know. There's a lot you can be prepared for at cons and damned if I wasn't going to make the most of it. Dude looks like a complete buffet.
What one is not prepared for ever, though, is the dude just, like snapping into devil from. Like, are you serious? But there he stands, wings and all, and me sitting on the bed which puts my head in a very unfortunate place.
Because the fuck? Fuck is going on? And also is fuck still on the table? Which is the least of my problems right now, but still very much on my mind. My jaw is on the floor so it's not as if we couldn't just take it from here. I shake my head because as much as I wanna see them devil cock ridges something is not right here.
"Raphael?" I quack, as if I haven't called him that the whole time. It hits different now, what with the smell of cherries trying to drown out the sulphur. I gag a little. In reality sulphur is not very sexy.
He looks down and man those eyes do you in. Black hole indeed. Pull you straight in and spaghetti your every thought.
"Yes, very observant." The word roll from his lips like velvet gravel.
Not gonna lie it is observant. I met no fewer than five Raphaels today and I don't think any of them would've pulled this stunt. Could've. I shut my mouth and try to stop staring at him. Guy saw my phone gallery. Guy knows I think about sucking him off six times from Tuesday. The fact that he's still standing here is a miracle.
And I don't know what to do. There is no script for this. I can hardly squeak 'sex?' up at him, or can I? I wish he'd stop looking at me as if I hold the answers to his universe. I know nothing. I am more out of my depth than a lugworm in the Mariana Trench.
"Cat got your tongue?" He takes my chin with one hand and damn, he is several degrees hotter than human. In any respect, mind you. I nod into his hand which is kinda nice. He has big hands. He is – well big. Tall. Huge. I swallow. Anyway.
"I don't know what to say," I get out. "Or do."
"What did you intend to do before I changed?"
I bite my lip for honesty. It always hurts in the end so I might just start out in pain. Won't last as long then. I smile, or do my best approximation. Nothing but the truth. Let it end in flames early.
"Dinner," I shrug. "Drinks. Sex."
He doesn't leave. Doesn't laugh. Good signs so far. But he leans back and looks down his impeccable nose at me with a slight scrunch. "Communicating more clearly than ever, I see."
It's one thing peeps like me are supposedly good at. Clear cut information instead of dancing around the subject. Damn, I wanna dance around him all night long. If my stomach wasn't a-rumbling, I'd just have skipped the first two step in the evening's plans.
I rise carefully and manage not to bury my snout right into his crotch and forgo dinner after all. "So, you're still game?"
"I am still here, am I not?"
Not quite an answer but I'll take it. "No offence because your devil form is quite lovely, erm gorgeous, well, anyway, I like it a lot, but you cannot leave the room like that. I don't think."
"Whatever happened in here," he taps a finger against my temple and boy do I swallow because claws, "since you left Faerûn. Your eloquence has certainly suffered."
Should I tell him that it's mostly his vicinity causing this problem? Maybe later. There's such a thing as too much truth. He likes them spicy but nowhere in the game does it say he likes them stupid. Which may just break my back in this. Ah well. Where was I? Apart from staring at him.
"Maybe it'll get better," I suggest. "I'm not reacting well to new things." Unexpected things. Devils turning up on my doorstep and turning out to be actually a devil. And not running from my horny person. I hold out my hand.
He transforms back into his human form in a short burst of hellfire. It licks over my outstretched hand without burning which is a decidedly strange sensation.
"Better?"
"Less suspicious in this world." I'm glad I don't have to decide. Both forms have their appeal, all three have but I'm not sure when a wise moment is to disclose I am also an unapologetic monster fucker.
"Then let us proceed." His smile is scorching. So much charisma, the sheer weight of persuasion. I am weak. Doesn't help he takes my hand because that is also so hot and his skin is so soft and my mind is already in full swing putting those deft digits absolutely everywhere.
"One last thing." My fingers curl around his tightly, just in case he's gonna run now. I don't want him to, but well. "What do you even want with me?" I want to know. "What is your plan?"
"My – agenda is, of course, to rekindle your memories."
Oh. No. Frilly fuck with fangs. He thinks I'm Tav!Tav, like, the real thing. Oh dear. Oh no. Wow. Like, never. I was so very far from the real thing, like so far. I couldn't handle a weapon, not even walk for a day and saving a whole city? Unlikely. Impossible.
"I am – doubtful?" He completely ignores my worries and takes my elbow.
"Understandably so." He guides me towards the door. "Give it time. Give me time."
Hells, I'm done for. He can get all the time I have left. The timbre in his vowels is enough to get me on my knees. Question is if he has the patience to actually spend time with me. How long until the lack of serious Tav memories turns out to be my natural state? Not sure I wanna be around for that realisation.
But – that is for another time. Dinner is waiting and the view is going to be utterly amazing. I sigh and lean against his shoulder. Raphael lets out a small huff but it's appreciation, I'm sure of that. Dude didn't hunt me down all day to play hard to get now. I hope.
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Tuesday 🌈
A no nap day
Woke up, took my car around the corner for a service. First time driving in a week woo. Josh followed to bring me home.
Went for a coffee walk. Did 3km.
Nutrigrain for brekky
Date scone
Lunch was the leftover pasta but with zaatar chilli oil through it. So simple and tasty.
A few cherries 🍒
Chocolate banana protein smoothie
Got my car
Went to my GP appointment. He was across everything as the hospital had cc’ed him into it all. We had a good catch up and check up. He removed my dressings and they have started to heal well. I am very happy with him but in the last four months I’ve been in for my dislocation, iron infusion, melanoma check and now some surprise anaphylaxis so it’ll be nice for him to not see me for a bit??? Although I do have to have a blood test to follow up on my iron levels and if the infusion held. I pretty much don’t have to go back to work this year… I had informed work I would be back 18-19 for the two staff days but my GP has told me to stay away from work and rest. I might pop in for the Christmas lunch. Who knows. I will see how I am feeling.
Came home and just rested to be honest. I have done a good chunk of uni work today and I am feeling scattered still. Time to unwind.
Dinner will be a beef ciabatta roll kind of like a steak sanga with potatoes yum
I have programmed some yoghurt for dessert so I can sneak in just under 2500 yay. Happier with the breakdowns today. There’s a watermelon drink in addicted to which is higher in sugar but yolo.
Tomorrow is another day.
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WIP Snippet #3: Can You Feel It Now? (Bonus Snippet)
Alright, I’m giving a bonus snippet - one that my beta reader hasn’t even read yet! So if this seems a bit rough around the edges/there are obvious grammar errors, that’s why…
The snippet I shared earlier this weekend is a bit heavier, but this one is fluffy and (hopefully) funny, and just... it cracked me up throughout writing.
Takes place after Snippet 2. Warning for some blood In the beginning. Lots of shameless flirting and banter.
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Song: Chit Chat - Beach Weather
Can You Feel It Now?
By any measure, it started off as a normal Tuesday night.
The Emergency Department was busy, but not overwhelmingly so. It was, however, busy enough that when Theo was handed the tablet for her next patient and pointed towards the exam room, Theo had skipped the name on the file and went straight to the presenting concerns. She pulled the curtain back, ready to introduce herself and begin treatment.
“Hi, I’m – Jesus Christ, what happened to you?” Theo froze, gawking at the sight before her.
Sitting on the examination table was Loki, dressed in his armor and covered with dried blood. No, not just covered - it was like he took a swim in it. And that was coming from someone who saw absurd amounts of blood and gore on a daily basis.
Despite looking like he just escaped the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Loki leaned back on one hand, legs crossed at his ankles as his attention went studying from a poster on the wall next to Theo, acting as if he was just paying her a visit like any other day. The only clue that something wasn’t right was how his other hand was curled around his stomach, protecting the wound beneath.
“You have a God before you, there is no need to call upon the one whom some Midgardians believe to be a deity,” Loki smirked, sitting up and squaring his shoulders toward Theo. “We were caught up in a bit of unanticipated combat, but it is of no concern.”
“Hm, I’m going to disagree with that, given you are absolutely soaked in blood, not to mention that the reason for your visit is listed as –” Theo glanced down at the tablet for good measure, “ – stab wound in left upper abdomen.”
“You’ve heard the tales.” Loki offered a nonplussed shrug. “A stabbing is hardly noteworthy for me.”
Despite rolling her eyes, Theo couldn’t hold back a breathless puff of a laugh. “Let me guess: ‘you should see the other guy?’” She rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, pulling out the assorted tools she would need for assessing and treating Loki’s injuries.
“The operatives were effectively eliminated, so there is nothing to see.” Loki shrugged, eyes trained on something behind Theo. He cocked his head to the side, lips twisting with curiosity. “However, now that I’m here, there is something else worth seeing.”
“Oh really?” Theo absentmindedly replied, crouched down as she peered into the back of a cabinet in search of a specific type of suture needle.
“Indeed. It seems the Falcon will provide my entertainment whilst waiting for you to conclude what I already know, which is that I do not need medical attention.”
“If you don’t need medical attention, a) why are you here, and b) why does my patient intake form say you have a stab wound?” She dryly challenged, “And why are you grabbing your side like that?”
“Oh, I certainly have a stab wound.” Loki readily admitted, offering a coy smile. “My brother insisted I pay a visit, despite knowing I am more than capable of managing a stab wound on my own.”
“Better safe than sorry.” Theo shrugged, now focused on finding something that would help clean off the blood so she could check for bruises without making a mess of the exam room. “What’s the entertainment?”
“Attempting to woo your colleague.”
Theo leapt to her feet and whipped around, accidentally smacking the tray of medical supplies with enough force that it clattered to the ground. She froze, wide-eyed and heart pounding in her chest, bracing herself for everyone around them to stop and stare.
“Norns, you are subtle as a brick wall.” Loki snorted from behind Theo.
Though there were a couple side glances, it was nowhere near what Theo expected; the hustle and bustle of the emergency department seemed to conveniently mask the crash. Even better, Sam didn’t notice, nor did Julie.
“Shut up.” Theo couldn’t help but laugh, absentmindedly waving her hand and using a touch of magic to clean up the mess she made. “I had to see if it was who I hoped he was flirting with.”
“And?”
Theo turned back to Loki, who cocked an eyebrow at her with an expectant smirk.
“You breathe a word of this to anyone and I’ll make you regret being born –” Theo waved a suture needle that was still in its sterile packaging at him, as if it were a weapon that she was threatening him with. “– but yes, yes it is...” Theo resumed cleaning up the cuts and dried blood on Loki’s skin.
“Does your colleague find the Falcon attractive?”
Theo snickered. “She called his ass a national treasure. Every time we hang out we spend as much time talking about her crush on Sam as we do on everything else combined.”
“Based on my observations, she seems appropriately flattered and flustered by his advances.”
“Tell me if she makes a fool of herself.” Theo instructed. “Alright, I need you to take your armor off - I’ve gotta give you the once-over.”
“If you wish to see me nude, you need not make excuses about medical attention.”
“Might I remind you that you came to me for medical treatment, Mischief. Now, I know you have at least one wound that will need treatment, which I can’t get to without either having you remove your armor or me cutting it off, and lord only knows what else I’ll find when I actually take a look” Theo countered, pulling out a hospital gown and setting it next to Loki. “So unless you want me to ruin your fine Asgardian leather, you should probably just take it off. I’ll step out to give you a minute to change into this. Leave the underwear on.”
“No need.” In a flash of green, Loki’s armor was off, leaving him perfectly clean, dressed in nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts. He held his arms out to the sides and dipped his head with a flourish, still wearing a smirk on his face. “I present myself to you for your examination… Among other things.”
With his body on open display, Theo had to stop herself from staring and focus on conducting an examination.
She had seen her fair share of gods - from a different pantheon, sure, but gods - and while they were objectively good-looking, none of them had been what Theo would call her type. 
But Loki? 
His abs may have been carved from the finest marble by Michelangelo. Long, elegant muscles stretched taut across his body - a pleasant change from the SHIELD agents Theo cared for throughout her time, and a sharp contrast from the bulking, almost comically-sized muscles that belonged to the majority of the Avengers.
Scars littered themselves across his porcelain skin; even though their origins were most certainly violent, they brought their own kind of beauty. It took an absurd amount of willpower not to reach up and trace her fingers along the defined lines of his figure, especially the scar just to the right of his sternum - whatever caused that must have been a true force to be reckoned with.
It was probably a good thing that Julie was busy with Sam, because if she saw that Theo was assigned to Loki and that he had his shirt off, Julie would never stop teasing Theo about it.
After the requisite poking and prodding (and no more, because she was a professional and she was not about to give Loki the satisfaction of turning into a fawning, drooling mess over him in nothing but shorts), Theo straightened up and took a deep breath. “Alright, just the wound on your side needs to be closed up. I’d normally recommend stitches, but I’m feeling generous, so I’ll close it up for you with some magic.”
Loki smirked. “Truly generous of you to bestow a touch of magic upon me.”
Theo gently pressed his shoulders back so he’d lay down on the examination table. “Well, I can’t say I’m thrilled about you coming back with an injury like this and claiming you don’t need medical care, so maybe this is my way of incentivizing you to not hide injuries.”
Or it was her way of showing off a little. After all, he kept making comments about wanting to see her magic in play, particularly the healing magic.
“Alright, this will be a little uncomfortable, but it should go quick.”
“I cannot imagine it would be any more uncomfortable than sitting here with a gash in my side,” Loki pointed out, cocking an eyebrow as he smirked up at her.
“You’re the one who wanted to pretend there was nothing wrong with you,” Theo shot back, rolling her eyes despite the smile that crept up on her face. “Maybe I should make you get stitches - I don’t want to reward recklessness. You’re lucky I like you.”
She cracked her knuckles, brought her hands out to hover just over the injury, and let the magic flow. Focusing her attention on the gash, her arms lit up with delicate white runes, swirling and trailing down her arms and into Loki’s skin. Theo closed her eyes, envisioning the path of each tendril of magic and the way it traveled through Loki’s body, stitching him back together.
When the last of his skin drew itself together, Theo let out a quiet breath and dispelled the runes. She stole a glance up to find Loki staring at her, a sparkle of something warm in his seaglass eyes. Her cheeks burned, and she averted her gaze.
“Voila. Good as new.” Theo felt her lips curl into a smile as she traced her fingers along the newly closed skin, lingering at the end of what was once a wound.
Beneath her touch, Loki shivered. He propped himself up on his elbows and examined where the wound once was.
“I thank you for your services,” he said, his attention fixed on where Theo’s fingertips met his skin. “If only all healers had such an enchanting touch, perhaps I would not forgo treatment of minor injuries.”
Theo snorted. “Minor? You had a stab wound. In your abdomen - where all of your internal organs are. If you were any other patient I would have admitted you in two seconds.”
As Theo spoke, Loki went from propped on his elbows to sitting upright. “Ah, but you refrained, because you know I am no mere mortal.” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows at her. Combined with the height of the examination table, he towered over Theo, eyes trained on her like a predator hunting his prey.
“Yeah yeah, you’re a god and I should be worshiping you because you’re the best thing since sliced bread,” Theo drawled, turning away to peel her gloves off and toss them in a bin. “Last I checked, I’m the one patching you up, so maybe you should be worshiping me — if that’s something you Norse gods are capable of.” She added a wink to her comment.
“Ah, it is folly to assume gods are incapable of worship.” The smirk on Loki’s face grew and his eyes darkened. “Gods can worship like none other, darling. Perhaps I might show you.”
“Not while I’m on the clock, buddy.” Theo’s face burned, but she tried her best to keep a neutral expression as she deflected. “In the meantime, go be mischievous and spy on Sam and Julie. I have a bet with the charge nurse about how long it will take them to finally get together, and I want any intel you can find in case I need to change my wager.”
A flash of something uncertain flashed across Loki’s face, but it was quickly replaced by an almost obnoxiously cocky grin. “Say no more darling. I will investigate.” He hopped off the table, and in a flash of emerald he was dressed in black joggers and a forest green zip-up sweatshirt, unzipped to reveal a gray t-shirt. He strolled to the door, then just before crossing the threshold he spun around with a flourish. “In the meantime, I recommend preparing for all the methods in which you might extol my virtues, since I will require devotion if I am to inform you of my discoveries, thus aiding you in your endeavor.”
“Oh my god you are such a dork,” Theo playfully groaned. “Glad you’re fine, I have patients to tend to, so you need to go — bye!” For dramatic effect, she pretended to shove Loki out the door.
Loki feigned shock, but the sparkle in his eye betrayed him, as did the bright smile he flashed on his way out. When he was gone, Theo turned away from the door and let out the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.
Since when was she flustered by Loki?
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seriousacademic · 6 months
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Posting this to get it out of my head and into an accountability sphere:
I'm sick.
I have a meeting with my chair/supervisor tomorrow morning and an upcoming deadline. I always feel the (self-imposed) pressure to produce on Mondays so I'm ready for the Tuesday a.m. check-in.
I recently had a setback/detour of maybe about a week when I discovered halfway through my literature review that there was an entire paradigm for my research that I had just discovered/hadn't read about. (Read: the paradigm is essentially the entire focus of my research. Woo. Everything prior had been adjacent) so I powered through dozens of articles while also juggling course assignments and a full-time job. And was understandably burnt out.
But then I shook it off, got back to writing, and wrote up a couple new sections for the lit review. I planned to repeat that level of productivity today, reasoning that I'd wrap up the final sections and revisions in time to submit my draft in a week.
Except I'm sick.
I've been wrestling with this all day. I can barely focus. I can barely hear myself think.
I've tried to come up with little productivity bits I can do to feel like I'm still making progress.
But what I need more is to rest.
Tomorrow, I'll talk about my progress and aim to have a draft ready for the following week, and see what she says.
The scary thing pounding through my head is, "what if you really actually need TWO weeks?"
And to that I say: then one Monday of not writing wasn't going to make much of a difference, then.
So now I'm curled up on the couch and am giving myself grace to rest and stop wrestling with the hustle.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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cactuscomicsco · 1 year
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so I really didn't mean to just make 4 episodes and dip for like 3 months. I legit have 2 scripts written and a half dozen comics / graphic novels in the queue. it was going to happen. but then I got a little overloaded with work and decided to take a 2-3 week break to prerecord some episodes.
during that break, something ridiculous happened.
I accidentally purchased the entire contents of a comic book store???
I'm going to discuss this in more detail on the podcast itself (because it deserves a whole ass or multiple whole ass episodes), but here are the basics...
my friendly local comic book store went out of business VERY suddenly. I'm talking it was open and operating as per usual and then one day they were like "we're closing down, everything needs to be gone immediately. big sales starting tomorrow."
which, you know, sucks.
I had just gotten back into comics and had been going to this store for a few months.
every week. every wednesday. for months.
I was becoming a part of the local community. learning about comics. spending too much money on them. the usual.
it was awesome.
so to have this happen so abruptly was jarring. I spoke with the owner and main employee who I'd gotten to know, and there is a bigger story here (which we're saving for the pod, sorry folks), but essentially they announced it Tuesday evening and needed to be out by end of day Friday.
at first I was just like "aw man, what a bummer." but then my traitorous brain had an idea.
~ you are a vendor at a store. yoooou could buy some comics. yooooooou could sell them. youuuuuuu. ~
me.
I had some cash in my savings. not enough, I thought, to buy them out. but I could get some cheap inventory. woo deals! and whatever.
so on Wednesday I go talk to the owner in person.
yes, he will sell me some comics for cheap. yes he will also sell me some of the custom built shelves for said comics. but it needed to be done IMMEDIATELY.
ok I can get some movers I say. they will get the shelves for me.
they need to do it tomorrow he says. "we'll see if the doors are even open tomorrow or if the pm changes the locks." he shrugs. I am concerned. but I move forward anyway.
movers come and get the shelves (thank fuck the locks weren't changed? and thank fuck for last minute movers omg). they are brought to my house and put in my garage. I go back to the flcs after work and pack up boxes of comics. customers continue to shuffle in and buy comics too. yay deals and whatever.
customers are sad about the closing. I am sad. we do not understand. (dear reader, I later understood, but in that moment none of us knew what the fuck was happening.)
I have the shelves. I have some books (not a lot though, and those shelves are BIG). I am now concerned about two things. number 1, will the other local stores come and swipe all the inventory out from under my nose leaving me with very large shelves and not enough inventory? and number two, how much is this going to cost me?
you see in all of the hubbub we had not agreed on a price for the comics. I paid for the shelves and for a few initial comics. I had not paid for the rest. we weren't sure how much would be left over. it's hard determine price ahead of time. so many comics, you see, and how do we count them all? (answer: we don't.)
and there were many, reader. many.
now I had known for a while that the owner wanted to sell the store. he had a very high asking price. very very very high. I could not afford the whole fucking store at his price. or even half of his price. or even a quarter of his price. or even an eighth of his price. maaaaaaaybe I could do 1/10th?
so how in the fuck was I going to afford the rest of the inventory? well I assumed I wouldn't and I wasn't.
and you know what they say about assuming.
...something about becoming donkeys? I digress.
so Wednesday I bought some comics. Thursday I got the shelves and some more comics. here comes Friday. there are still many many comics. the other stores did come buy stuff, but there was still so much left over.
HOW MUCH WILL THIS COST ME DAMMIT.
...
...
turns out, not a whole lot.
the owner was like "fuck it" and sold me everything for very cheap. he kept saying "I was just going to donate it anyway" – which maybe you shouldn't say to the person you want to pay you for the stuff? but ok?
not only did I get comics, I got 4 cardboard cutouts of superheroes, a small handful of toys, some framed artwork, folding tables, a spinny old school rack, paper bags, a price gun, a sandwich board, and other random shit.
because it needed to be OUT.
ASAmotherfuckingP.
it was exhausting. I moved so many heavy boxes filled with books. I brought them to my house. I didn't know what to do. I was expecting a handful of comics.
I got the whole damn store.
at first, you know, like an idiot, I estimated that I got 3 (maybe 4?) thousand comics. and 3k comics is no joke.
after going through them and preparing them for my store, we reevaluated. we think there are actually about 10,000 comics and a couple hundred books.
I didn't even pay 1/10th of the store's asking price.
this post is long, and there is more to the story. like how we dealt with the inventory (yes we, I got some help thank fuck), the random stuff we found in the comics, what all actually happened with the closing, etc. but I'll leave you with this.
you are me. you just spent a significant but not devastating amount of money on 10k comics and some VERY large shelves. it is all in your garage. it got there in a matter of 40-60 hours. you can no longer park your car in your garage. all of the comics need to be priced, and most need new bags and boards. due to the speed in which we had to move, the comics were not boxed up in order. they are not organized anymore. this is a massive undertaking. the project of all projects.
you stand in the garage wondering what just happened. what did you do. why did you do this. how is this your life now. there are so many boxes. this is so much work. but you're way to deep in it now. there is no return.
reader. dearest reader. in this situation, if you are me, what would you have done?
genuinely I am curious. plz let me know.
and thanks for reading.
(this is actually real and not a short story. I have thousands of comic books that I didn't originally intend to buy. I accidentally bought a comic book store. what have I done. the floor is comics.)
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I’m fucking sobbing wtf is that bar fight and train mess… I NEED THE POST 3 WEEKS UPDATE PLEASE
"I'll see you around?"
Yelena asks and Kate offers a half-smile in response. It's a tender, genuine smile, but it's barely there. Kate steps far back, past beyond where their hands extend and their fingers slip out from each other's.
"I'll see you around."
Yelena takes a final good look at Kate, then turns away from her and allows the door to close behind her.
Yelena doesn't take two steps away from the door when the tears she's been holding finally fall freely. The tears keep coming on her way to the train, the entire train ride back, and don't stop - day or night - for three weeks straight.
---
Six weeks pass since that morning in New York.
They hardly talk that first month. Yelena checks in to see how Kate's bruises are doing, but Kate doesn't seem to allow many conversations otherwise. Her vibe seems different now from what Yelena remembers when they last saw each other. There was an glimmer of hope in the air the day Yelena left New York but almost immediately after, Kate’s responses become curt and to the point.
Although Yelena doesn't sob at all times anymore, she continues to cry herself to sleep every night or bursts into tears when she remembers that her marriage is currently in shambles. She strives to compartmentalize, to push it down and out of her mind so she can focus, but this is bigger than her. These feelings are more potent than her forced attempt at rationalizing them. Still, if this thing might cost her her marriage, then she might as well make it worth it, so Yelena doubles down and works. Sometimes through tears, but she works.
---
One night sometime before the seventh week rolls around, and after a particularly tough day, she gives in and Facetimes Kate for the first time. Yelena isn't sure she's going to pick up, but she's at least going to try. It rings, and rings, and the Facetime fails. Yelena nods and does her best to pretend that it doesn't get to her.
---
Two hours later, she's in bed watching whatever mindless thing she played on Netflix to make the apartment not as quiet.
This should've been one of Kate's weeks with her in Boston. Those are the hardest ones to get through because Yelena can't help but constantly think about what Kate would be doing if she were here with her. Imagining Kate in bed next to her, saying or doing something that drove her up the wall, pushes Yelena into her now-familiar sobbing state.
Her phone rings. It's an incoming Facetime and Kate's contact picture fills the screen. The photo is a candid of the two of them dressed to the nines at one of Kate's work events earlier this year, where Kate yanked Yelena in for a kiss, and Yelena burst out laughing as a result of the unexpected jerking of her body. Yelena has not seen this picture pop up on her phone for almost two months. She stares at it, taking it in. After a beat of getting lost in the memory, she remembers the phone is ringing and she needs to answer. Yelena hastily does her best to dry her face and make herself seem even a smidge less pathetic. She wipes her cheeks with the sheets then answers.
Kate's face pops up on the screen. It's the first time Yelena has seen her not through a picture or an Instagram story in over six weeks. Kate is lying in bed with a button-down shirt still on.
"Hi."
Yelena's voice is timid.
"Hey. Sorry, I was at a thing. Literally just got home."
"It's 2 AM on a Tuesday."
"We were having dinner with some Chinese investors. They're in town and we're trying to woo them into writing a check. Turns out they are not as reserved as we thought. They can drink."
"Ha."
Kate notices Yelena's face. She can immediately tell Yelena has been crying.
"What's up? Everything okay?"
Yelena pauses. She wonders if concealing her hurt or being unguarded is the correct route here. Then she considers that maybe not being vulnerable enough for the past year is what got them here and she opts for that.
"Not really."
Kate straightens and concern covers her face.
"What happened?"
"I miss my wife. A lot."
"Hmmm..."
Kate doesn't offer more than that and Yelena can hear her already fragile heart cracking inside her chest.
"It's your birthday soon."
"I know."
"What crazy, over the top, borderline irresponsible thing are you planning this year?"
Kate chuckles.
"Not really in a party mood, so haven't thought of anything. Probably nothing...but Suze and I are going away."
"On your birthday?"
"Yeah. We're gonna go to London for a week. We both have friends there. She's playing hooky from school and I could get away from here for a bit."
The crack in Yelena's heart grows. She was hoping - more like counting on - Kate's birthday being the perfect excuse to see each other in person again.
"Oh..." They sit in silence. It's not entirely awkward, but it's also not completely comfortable. Yelena is the one to speak first. "If you end up doing something for your birthday...before or after...I can come. I could see you."
Kate sits in silence for a moment longer.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Yelena's heart is about to fall to pieces at this point. "No one really knows, so we'd have to pretend, or people would start asking questions."
"I think they're going to ask more questions if I'm not there, no?"
"It's not like you haven't missed big shit before." Kate retorts with an accusatory undertone that she didn't necessarily mean to have in there. She softens her stance. "I don't think it's a great idea."
"I've never not been with you for your birthday."
"It's gonna be weird. For sure."
Yelena doesn't know where the bluntness comes from, but she asks one of the questions that's been swirling around in her mind for the past month and a half.
"Are we not going to see each other for our anniversary either?"
Kate inhales and exhales deeply.
"I don't know."
"Kate..."
"It's weeks away."
"It's a little over a month and if we're doing something or going somewhere, we should plan it."
"Yelena...we're not going anywhere."
That's the final blow. Yelena's heart entirely falls to pieces.
"Wow, so you're making unilateral decisions now?"
"Let's table this for a while, okay? I don't wanna argue. Especially not about something that's so far ahead."
They sit in silence for what feels like ages.
"I can't not see you that day. I'm already apparently not going to see you on your birthday. I can't do our anniversary as well."
"Let's talk about it later, yeah? I'm exhausted and I'm sure you are too. You should go to sleep."
"Kate, I don't sleep. I haven't had a good night's sleep since I left New York."
Kate remains silent.
"I know this sucks. It's not like I'm having a blast over here, but I think it's for the best, and right now, we need to stick with it."
"It's not the best for me."
"I'm going to sleep, Yelena."
"Are you ever going to stop being this cold with me? You said you believed me when I said I was sorry, but you don't act like it. I am...sorry, I mean."
"I do believe you...I should go."
"Kate..." Yelena sighs. "Can I at least call you for your birthday?"
"Of course...of course. I'd be kind of offended if you didn't." Kate laughs softly. "I'm gonna go."
"Okay."
They both linger for a moment.
"By the way..."
"What?"
"I know the feeling...of missing my wife. A fuck ton." Yelena smiles and nods. "Have a good night."
"You too."
Kate ends the call and Yelena immediately breaks down. She cries until after the sun comes up.
---
Nighttime. London. Kate sits at a pub table surrounded by people. She's wearing the cheap birthday crown and sash that Suze bought her. It reads "Dirty Thirty".
Her phone rings. It's Yelena Facetiming her.
"I'll be right back."
Kate answers while rushing out of the pub and onto the sidewalk.
"Hang on! It's loud as fuck in here!" Kate makes it outside and it immediately quiets down. "Hey."
"Hi you! You look good in a crown."
Yelena smiles and chuckles.
"I saw you've called. Sorry. We've been all over the place."
"I thought you were hiding from me."
Kate awkwardly laughs. There might have been a bit of that.
"No, Suze had a 'You're Old As Fuck' celebratory day planned. We were running around."
"Happy Birthday."
Kate smiles.
"Thank you."
"How does it feel to be thirty?"
"No different than twenty-nine yet."
"I can't believe I'm missing your thirtieth. Feels like a big deal."
Kate sits on the curb outside the bar.
"It's a birthday."
"You love birthdays. You always make a big spectacle out of them. I feel like I ruined a massive one for you."
"Nah, you didn't."
"You'd been talking about it basically since your last birthday happened and now you're not doing anything? You're somewhere else with...I don't know who...away from your friends...away from me...it feels off."
"It's an off year. Seems appropriate."
They sit in silence, the sound of the street and the people around Kate taking over.
"I should be with you."
"Coulda, shoulda, woulda...doesn't do anyone any favors."
"I miss you. The old you...the one I didn't feel like I was forcing to talk to me."
Kate huffs out a breath.
"How's your thing coming?"
"Don’t change the subject, please."
"You want me to talk to you. I'm trying to do that and you're complaining. I don't get you."
"I want you to talk to me about shit that matters."
"Oh, all of a sudden, your Super Important Dissertation doesn't matter? Where was that energy this past year?"
"I can't undo what happened whenever ago, Kate. But I'm trying to fix it in the present and you're not letting me."
"I can't do this right now."
"When do we do it then?"
"I'm literally in the middle of the fucking street, dude."
"It's not like you make an effort to talk to me even when you're not."
"Did you call just to fight with me?"
"No. I called because I wanted to see your face and hear your voice. And to wish you happy birthday and tell you that I lo..."
"Hiiiiiiiiiii!"
A drunk twenty-year-old Suze walks out of the pub with her friends in tow and immediately spots Kate sitting on the curb talking to Yelena. She rushes over and looks over Kate's shoulder, totally interrupting the conversation.
"Hey."
"Can you two make up already? This loser is LAME AS HELL right now. Y'all are annoying as shit when you're together with all the soulmate energy dripping off of you that makes the rest of us feel self-conscious about our lives, but you're even more annoying now. This mopey thing you both got going on? LAMEEEEEEEEE."
"Okay. Bye!"
Kate pushes her sister away. Suze rushes back and hovers where she stood.
"You know I'm right! This whole thing is the worst idea ever. You're both miserable. Stop acting like you're not. Suck it up and fix it."
"You need to go. Start walking. I'll meet you in a second."
Kate pushes her again.
"Stop being D U M B." Suze spells out the word letter by letter. "Fix it."
Suze stumbles away.
"I should go. I somehow ended up babysitting a bunch of college kids and if you think we were bad...THEY need adult supervision at all times."
"Kate..."
"I need to go."
"Call me later. When you get back to your hotel. So I know you made it there safe."
"Sure. Yeah."
"COME ONNNNNN!"
Kate turns to find Suze and the rest of their group staring at her.
"I need to go."
"Be careful."
"I will."
"CAN YOU MOVE?!"
"I'M COMING!"
"I lo..."
Before Yelena can say it, Kate hangs up. She didn't even notice Yelena was halfway through a sentence.
Yelena gets up from where she sat and pours herself a drink. She takes one sip and then opens her photo gallery on her phone. She starts scrolling through pictures of her and Kate. Within a minute, the tears are back.
Hours later. 4 AM London time, 11 PM Boston time.
Yelena is in bed when Kate's contact picture pops up on her screen anew. She sits up. Kate shows up on the other side. She has that sleepy drunk face Yelena is quite familiar with.
"You know what no one prepares you for? Your little sister having sex."
Yelena cackles at how abruptly the conversation started.
"What???"
"We came back to the hotel and she brought a short little roach-looking asshole with her, which means she's in her room...having sex. I wanna barge in there and beat him up. I have a key. I could."
"Don't go beat up your sister's hook up."
"He's not even hot!...In theory, *I KNEW*. We've talked about it. But seeing her walking into her room with a guy and..."
Kate shivers at the thought. Yelena laughs.
"Stop thinking about it."
"Kinda hard."
"Go to sleep."
"I'm not tired."
"You look tired. Did you have water? It'll help with tomorrow's hangover."
Kate points the camera at the two glasses of water on her nightstand.
"Yes, mother."
They fall into their now familiar silence.
"I can distract you. Maybe tire you out."
"Hmmmmmm..." Kate sleepily hums. "...how?" Yelena puts her phone down for a second, and when she comes back into view, her shirt is off. She's naked from the waist up. "Yel..."
"I've never not seen you or had sex with you on your birthday. First already passed, but there's...forty-eight minutes left on your birthday here. Can still keep one of those traditions alive."
"We can't do this?"
"Why not? You said 'no rules'. Who's saying we can't?"
"This is a bad idea..."
"You love those, don't you?"
"I do."
"Then let me at least pretend I'm touching you. I've been thinking about it all day...all day."
"You're killing me."
"Take your shirt off." Kate's resolve crumbles. Without hesitation, she pulls her sleeping t-shirt over her head. Now she's equally as naked as Yelena. "Good girl."
Kate's pulse quickens and her breath is labored.
"Do you remember Madrid?"
"Hard to forget."
"You remember what I said to you that last night?"
"That I'm a..."
"MEN ARE THE BIGGEST TURDS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD." Suze barges into Kate's room unannounced. She has thick tears streaming down her face. "You are so fucking lucky you do the girl thing. I wish I could. So bad!"
"Dude...can you fucking knock?!"
"Ewww, put a shirt on. I don't wanna look at grandma boobs." Kate hastily reaches for her t-shirt and puts it on. That's when Suze notices Yelena, who has quickly thrown a pillow on her chest, on the screen. "OOOOOOOOOH, were you two...?"
"NO!" Kate counters firmly. // "Kinda..." Yelena answers at the same time.
"Double ew! I don't wanna know!"
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"CUZ HE'S THE BIGGEST MOTHERFUCKER I'VE EVER MET!"
Kate's drunk brain takes a beat to catch up with everything going on around it, then her eyes go wide, and her blood runs cold.
"Did he hurt you?! Did he..."
"NO! No...not like that. He's just a giant fucking prick."
"He was the biggest piece of shit we met tonight. How did you think it was going to go?"
"Can you not?!"
Suze cries harder.
"Sorry. Hang on." Kate grabs the phone and raises it so her face is in the frame again. "Hey. I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow, yeah?"
"Sure."
Kate ends the call. Yelena throws her phone aside, grabs the pillow that is over her chest, lifts it to her face, and screams into it.
---
Kate doesn't call the next day. Yelena doesn't hear from her for days actually. Then she gets a text when she's in a lecture.
TEXT: "I switched my flight back to Logan instead of JFK. I just landed."
Yelena has never packed her stuff faster in her life. She exits the lecture hall and dials Kate immediately.
"What?"
"I was going to call, but I wasn't sure if you were busy."
"No. No. I'm not. You're here?"
"I'm only here for a day. I'm staying at the Four Seasons across the Commons. I'm on my way there now."
Yelena's heart is beating out of her chest.
"Can I come see you?"
"You'll probably get there before I do. Pick any of the restaurants around there and tell me which one once you're there. I'll drop my stuff off and come meet you."
"Okay. Okay."
"I'll see you in a bit."
"See you in a bit."
---
Yelena picks a restaurant they both love. It's only a couple of blocks away from the hotel. She sits at a table, nervously looking at her phone. Kate texted that she got to the hotel and was checking in about fifteen minutes ago, so Yelena thinks she should be here any second.
Yelena takes a long sip of her double whiskey while her eyes are glued to the door. Then, it swings open and there's Kate. All long legs, dark hair, and blue eyes. Yelena's breath hitches when Kate makes eye contact with her and nods, acknowledging she saw her from across the room.
"Sorr..."
Before Kate can get an entire word out, Yelena's arms are wrapped around her in a hug. Kate hesitates, but she reciprocates after a second. A million unsaid words are being uttered right now, but neither is sure the other is speaking the same language.
Kate unwraps her hands from around Yelena first and after a few seconds of not being held back, Yelena ends the embrace. They're still standing an inch apart. Yelena looks up at Kate.
"You smell good. You always do."
"I was just on a flight for six and a half hours and at an airport for two before that. I doubt I smell like anything but thank you."
Kate steps back from Yelena and sits at the table. Yelena sits across from her. Neither of them says a word.
"Happy Birthday."
Kate chuckles.
"Thank you."
"I have a gift...back at my place...I have your gift."
"You didn't have to get me anything."
"I was going to mail it once I knew you were back. If I knew...I would've had it with me."
"It's fine. I didn't know I was doing this until I got to the airport. Impulsive Kate strikes again..."
Yelena smiles.
"Sometimes your impulses are good."
"Sometimes."
The silence is deafening between them.
"Let’s get out of here."
Yelena asks and Kate looks taken aback.
"What?"
"Let me make you dinner. It's your birthday. I want to make you dinner."
"Yelena......it hasn't been my birthday for days."
"Come on. Your gift is back at my place too. I can give it to you and then make food." Kate doesn't respond and her eyes are fixed on the table. "I'll go get the check."
Yelena stands and disappears. Kate sighs and buries her face in her hands.
---
The train ride and walk back to the apartment are mostly silent, gaps of awkwardness forcefully filled by stilted conversation.
They finally reach Yelena's apartment. The moment they walk inside, she disappears to the back.
"I'll get your gift. Sit."
Kate begrudgingly does. Seconds later, Yelena appears holding a delicately wrapped box. She extends it and Kate takes it. Kate carefully unwraps it, and inside, she finds a leather-bound book with a small envelope on top. Kate moves the envelope aside and picks up the book.
It's a custom archery scoring notebook with Kate’s initials engraved on the bottom right corner of the brown leather cover. The expensive pen hanging from the loop strap on the inside of the cover is also engraved with initials. The scoring sheets are held by a three-ring binder style spine, allowing the pages to be switched out once they are all used.
Kate looks up at Yelena for a fleeting moment, then grabs the envelope and opens it. It's a membership card to an archery range.
"I know you haven't shot much lately, but you've mentioned wanting to go back a few times. It’s a twelve-month pass to this new range right outside the city. It has both outdoor and indoor spaces, which means you can go year-round. Figured you could use the notebook to keep track of your visits."
"This is cool." Kate tells her sincerely. "I have been wanting to get into it again...thank you."
"Of course."
Silence fills the space between them again.
"Do you want a beer while I make food?"
"I...haven't been drinking beers lately."
Yelena ogles at her, perplexed.
"That's...what?!"
"I've been hitting the gym pretty hard. I feel like I kinda lost that too. It helps keep my head clear these days, keep the noise out...Trying to get that V Line back." Kate forces a laugh. "I've been sticking with liquor. At least until I get to where I want to be. Makes the hangovers WAYYYYYY worse, but I'm not going out or drinking as much anyway."
"I don't know what my wife looks like not holding a beer."
Kate huffs half a laugh.
"I'm not swearing them off forever. Only for a little bit."
Yelena studies Kate's face.
"You look different."
"Must be the whole 'being in your 30s thing'."
"No. You're sad. Your eyes, they look sad."
"Hasn't exactly been a great year. Work is...not good right now. Just a lot of shit going on."
"Talk to me."
"Nah, it's fine."
"Two seconds ago, you made it clear it wasn't fine."
"I didn't come here for a therapy session."
"Then why did you come?"
Kate sits in silence for a long time.
"I don't know. I saw there was a flight to Logan forty-five minutes after my original flight left and I decided to get on it. Didn't really think it through. Maybe it was a bad idea."
"It wasn't...it wasn't."
Kate nods.
"I should go back to the hotel."
Kate stands. Yelena grabs her arm.
"Don't. You haven't even had food. You were flying all day. It'll take me a bit, but...you can stay here tonight. Even if it gets late, you can stay."
"No."
"Kate..."
"We're not there yet."
"Are we ever going to be?"
Kate holds for a beat.
"I don't know."
"Then what was the point of this? If we're not working towards a solution, then what was the fucking point?"
"I never said we were working towards a solution. I said 'we'll see where we're at in six months."
"You haven't made ANY effort to change where we're at and we're a third of the way there. What happens if we get to six months and it still feels like this?"
"We know what happens."
"God, you don't buy that. One look at you and it's so easy to tell you don't buy that. You want this to work again just as badly as I do, so why are you also actively sabotaging it?"
"I'm gonna go."
Kate stands and heads to the door.
"WILL YOU PLEASE HAVE A FUCKING CONVERSATION WITH ME?! A REAL ONE!"
"What do you want me to say?! That I look at you and all I see is the person who never got on the fucking train? Who chose not to be there without thinking twice?"
"I'm not! How many times do I need to apologize for that?!"
"You should've just gotten on the fucking train."
Kate heads to the door.
"Kate...Kate...KATE!"
Kate leaves and never looks back. She leaves her gift behind. 
---
An hour later, there's a knock on Kate's hotel door. Kate glances at it confused, then moves to answer it. Yelena is on the other side. She doesn't let Kate get a word in before she pushes past her and into the room.
"No. You're not avoiding me anymore. I'm not letting you."
"I have to pick up my rental and start driving back super early. I was about to go to sleep."
"I don't give a single fuck, Kate. I'm going to ask you one question and all you have to do is answer it honestly. None of the bullshit beating around the bush and pussy footing you've been doing for over two months. Do you want this to work or not?"
"I don't know!"
Yelena never thought three words could hurt as profoundly.
"Wrong answer. That's the wrong answer, Katherine."
"My entire fucking life, I was surrounded by people who never chose me, who always had something more important or more pressing or that they thought deserved their attention more. I was always tossed aside for THE DUMBEST shit. I made it to the final trials of the Olympic team my senior year of high school. Beat out hundreds of people and was one day of trials away from getting a slot on the team. My mom said she couldn't show up because she had a tea afternoon already booked. Drinks...with her friends. That was more important than watching me maybe come get a spot to the fucking Olympics. I was so fucking mad. I was furious and I blew it. On purpose. I wasn't going to give her another thing to gloat about to her stupid country club bitches. She wasn't going to get to talk about 'her daughter in the Olympic team'. Fuck that."
"You never..."
"The only person who never made me feel like I was disposable you. Until this last year when everything seemed to be more important. I kept justifying it in my head, kept making up the excuses for you. I was your defender inside my own brain. I kept giving you chances to change it. You never did and then you didn't get on the fucking train. All you had to do was get on the train. Fuck!"
"You should've told me!"
"I should've told you to be a better wife?! No one should have to say that shit. I asked you if your fucking dissertation was more important than us and YOU HESITATED. That should've been the easiest 'no' on the planet, but you had to fucking think about it, dude. YOU HAD TO THINK ABOUT IT!"
"I wasn't! You caught me off guard and I was trying to get my thoughts together."
"Bullshit. You can feed that shit to someone who doesn't know you as well as I do. You hesitated and you know it. I refuse to do that to myself anymore. I let them do it to me for years, but I won't willingly take that shit from anyone else. Even if it's you. So I don't know if I want this to work. You wanted an answer. There...you have it."
Yelena is crying by now.
"There's nothing more important than you, Kate Bishop."
"You can say whatever you want, dude. Words are words. You spent a year proving otherwise."
"AND I WAS WRONG! FUCK! YOU'RE NOT LISTENING TO ME! You're stuck back then and you're not hearing me now. I'm talking to you right now...I fucked up. I was wrong. It won't happen again. I will get on the train every fucking time. Literally and metaphorically."
"I think you should go."
"No."
"Yelena, leave."
"No. I'm not. Tell me how I fix it."
"I don't have an answer for you. Please go."
"Fucking talk to me. I want this to work. More than anything. Talk to me."
"I don't know what difference words will make. I think we may be past the point of speaking. Go."
Kate glues her eyes to the floor and crosses her arms over her chest. Yelena nods. She digs into her bag and takes out the gift Kate left at the apartment. 
“You forgot this, by the way.”
Yelena places it on the bed and heads for the door. Before she leaves, she looks back at Kate.
"I love you. You haven't heard me say it in a long time and I don't want you to forget how it sounds. *I* don't want to forget how it sounds when I tell you. I love you...Do with that information what you will."
Yelena turns and exits. Despite the hotel being a two-hour walk from her apartment, she chooses to make the trek because she refuses to let anyone on the train and the bus watch her sob.
---
Yelena's calls and texts go unanswered for the following nine days. On the tenth day, Kate gets a text at around 5:30 PM.
TEXT: "You said we were past the point of speaking and maybe you're right. I can tell you I'm choosing you until I'm blue in the face, but you have to see it. I'm back in New York. For good. I'm staying at my parent's for now. I can explain if you're interested in listening, but I'm here because I choose you. Over everything else."
Kate immediately calls. Yelena answers on the first ring.
"What the fuck did you do?"
"We're not having this conversation over the phone."
"Yelena, what did you do?!"
"Where are you?"
"On my way home."
"I can come explain if you're open to listening, but this isn't happening over the phone."
"Yelena..."
"Do you want me to come or not?"
"I'll be home in twenty."
"It'll probably take me like an hour, but I'll be there."
Kate hangs up without another word.
---
Yelena lets herself in with the key she still has. She finds Kate pacing in the living room with a whiskey in hand.
"What the fuck?!"
Kate turns to her as soon as she steps into the living room.
"Are you going to let me talk?"
Kate takes a large sip of her drink.
"I told you not to fucking quit! I told you!"
"I didn't. If you calm down for a second and listen, you might get it."
"What?! What did you do then?!"
"I had a conversation with my advisor. I told her I had family things in New York that I needed to take care of. I told her that I needed to come back, that it wasn't really a choice. I'm writing now. I'm doing research. I'm working in the lab. I have a few lectures spread out, but nothing I need to be in Boston for full time. I can do the first two from here. I can take the train down for the last two whenever I need to, or I can get lab time here...somewhere. I'm keeping my apartment there until I'm done, but that will leave me here in the city at least 60-70% of the time. At least. I didn't quit school, but I'm also not quitting us. I'm here, choosing you. If you want to continue being an ass to me, fine...but I'm here. I can't prove it any more clearly than this."
"What the fuck?!"
"I'm not your parents. There is nothing more important than you."
"WHAT THE FUCK?! This is going to fuck you up!"
"It won't. You actually believe I didn't think this through? Me?" Yelena chuckles. "I'll finish and I'll do it on the same timeline. Only difference is that I'll do most of the work from another place. It's my turn to do the commute."
"What the fuck???"
"I know you know more than those three words."
"Yeah, but...what the fuck?!"
Yelena chuckles.
"I'm here." Yelena walks up to Kate, planting herself directly across from her. "I'm here, Kate. I'm picking you."
Kate moves away from Yelena and sits on the couch. She kills the drink she was holding, drops the glass on the coffee table, digs her elbows into her thighs, leans forward, and brings her open palms to rest on her forehead.
"What are you thinking?"
Kate doesn't respond. Yelena gives her a beat longer, but when Kate doesn't move, Yelena moves to where she is. She kneels in front of Kate and lifts her chin with her index finger, forcing her sad blue eyes to look at her.
"Our anniversary is in five days. I booked a cabin upstate. Away from the city, away from everyone. It's right on the edge of Mirror Lake. I'm leaving Wednesday. Our anniversary is on Friday and I have the cabin until Sunday. You can come with me, or I'm going up there and drinking the weekend away by myself, but I'm heading there anyway. I'm not going to beg you to come, but I want you to...I want you to." Kate doesn't take her eyes off Yelena but doesn't utter a word either. "I'll be at my parent's house until 9 AM on Wednesday, then I'm driving up. I'll wait for you on the driveway. If you don't show up, I'll probably have my answer." Yelena gives Kate a chance to say something, anything. She doesn't. Yelena nods. "Ten is a big number. I refuse to believe we might have fallen apart so close to it."
Yelena stands, and without much fanfare, she heads for the door and exits.
"What the fuck???"
Kate softly mumbles as soon as she hears the door click. She leans back against the couch and stares at the ceiling in silence.
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Wednesday.
9:27 AM.
Yelena sits in Alexei's SUV in the driveway. The passenger seat is empty.
Yelena sighs, reverses, and backs out of the driveway.
She certainly got an answer and it's not the one she was expecting.
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mysticstarlightduck · 10 months
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Happy Tender Tuesday!
My question is: Which are your favourite romance tropes to include in your stories? Do you have any tropes you avoid writing? Do you have tropes you dislike?
Oh, this is a cool one!
My FAVORITE KINDS OF ROMANCE tropes probably are:
(healthy) enemies to lovers or rivals to lovers, with all the intense romantic tension, banter, fake mocking, and testing their grounds as they measure up to each other, being like "That is one hell of a fighter! Wait... aren't I supposed to hate them? Oh shit, I'm already in love", defending each others honor from others then calling each other names between themselves. The journey from hate to rivalry, to an unexpected friendship, and finally lovers that would move mountains for one another.
idiots in love/troublemakers in love that get into so much complicated situations together that the others around them are tired of their bullshit already
battle couple/badasses who are in love and go on quests, and adventures together, who are equals and know it. Deep romantic tension, internal jokes, and badass pre-fight moments while they face their enemies back to back.
best friends who are obliviously in love and act more romantically and affectionately than many married couples but won't admit it out loud for the life of them (*eyes Tanwin & Darian angrily*)
SUPPORTIVE, LOVING, PROTECTIVE COUPLES WITH INTERESTING TENSION AND A HEALTHY DYNAMIC ALL THE WAY PLS. (:
TROPES I AM LUKEWARM ON:
Tragic romances without a glimmer of hope and only emotional damage (I am all for starcrossed lovers, but please, can their story end with at least a bittersweet note for what could have been?)
Love triangles. Can work well if the romantic tensions are well done, and especially if one relationship working causes the other to break apart, BUT, that is hard to achieve and delves deep into the cliché zone (and please, no love "corners", it's annoying as fuck to see one girl or one guy followed by two potential love interests who compete between each other. Give me real love triangles.)
TROPES I HATE (AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL HATING THEM)
Toxic Relationships Romanticed. HELL NO. NOPE. Especially if it is the bad boy or bad girl borderline stalking and accosting the innocent girl or innocent guy who thinks they're just being romantic and is not disgusted at all, HELL NO, and if it ends with them falling IN LOVE or the innocent person thinking the other's dominance/possessiveness is """hot""" just end me now. If a relationship is to be toxic, it has to be outwardly shown to be sick and twisted, or at the very least be about the tragedy of these two morons falling for one another. In my book, I make a point that every "toxic relationship" is properly shown as a twisted thing - (DISCLAIMER: there are villains who are implied to be toxic and assaulting to some characters in my novel, but they are VILLAINS and the character hates them, not falls in love with them, for goodness sake. And toxic nature will always be that - toxic, and can, unfortunately, delve into assault, so those are traits of VILLAINS, not "misunderstood people"pls.), and not as a "romantic vibe". Please this romanticization of Toxic people needs to END. Hollywood is loving that trope ever since the Twilight craze and I am so done with it.
Bad boys/Bad girls who are "Aggressive" because they get "jealous" or GOD FORBID "know what is best for the other." HELL NO
No emotional growth whatsoever between the two, we're just watching a married couple woo each other and the story does. not. move. We're watching turtles walk across the street by now.
The adventure couple who used to be badass but marries and has a kid and then suddenly they are not badass anymore and usually one of them is reminiscing about the "glory days" and SUDDENLY, OUT OF NOWHERE, the relationship turns sour. Go out there and have adventures with your partner and child, stop moping around, and be a human being. (looking at the second Zorro Movie)
Another trope that I hate (and forgot to mention yesterday) is the Nice Guy or Nice Girl Trope, and its implications, just HARD PASS. Unless it is used for a villain, (like Megamind did so immaculately for their main antagonist Hal). Then, if used as a synonym of villainy, it can be perfectly used. But if it is used under an actual "good characters" romance, NOPE.
Thank you for the ask, @rickie-the-storyteller!!! I am sorry if I got carried away in the "Tropes I Hate" part, I just feel the need to shout my hatred of those tropes from the rooftops whenever I see them. lol
But wonderful ask as always, dear! Happy Tender Tuesday!💕
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garbagefarm · 10 months
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Garbage Farm (#47)
2023-05-026, session #47 of Garbage Farm! Spanning Fall 25 through Winter 3 of Year 4!
cast:
me (@mothmute​)
E.B. (@salamand3rin​)
Kimi (@2kimi2furious​)
Highlights include, but are not limited to:
Fall 25:
We’re all ready to start early! Which means we start on time! Which means we start late, due to technical issues!
it’s a jelly day!
I visit the Volcano, in search of Teeth
EB tends the crab pots, Kimi tends the non-crab animals
Fall 26:
Elliott wants to know if I’d still love him if he drank a ton of pumpkin ale
Shane mailed me pepper poppers from Joja again
went back to the Volcano, bought myself some clown shoes from the dwarf and acquired the Teeth!
Fall 27:
TOOTH OBELISK
Kimi gazes hatefully at the ducks
ordering construction of a crystalarium shed from Robin
Little island boy is sad today :(
Kimi brought a banana for him, but gave it to a gorilla instead (see gallery!)
spoopyday!
Shane wants to know why they’re out of pumpkin ale
because Elliott drank it all!
(I am going to jail for stealing Kimi’s joke)
EB wishes Gus would rant about pumpkins like he does with candy canes
Alex brought Kimi’s kids into the maze!!
Harvey blushed and told EB he hoped she would find him in the maze...
“don’t wait up guys”
OSTRICH EGG
wine will have to wait until tomorrow, it’s not worth risking my life
Fall 28:
Harvey watered some crops
Harvey, honey,... we appreciate the thought, but it’s the last day of the season.
wine day!!
Kimi officially closes the barns and coops for the winter
Duck jail (woo-oo)
they’ll have time to think about what they’ve done (or haven’t done)
I make our first Qi Gem purchase, the Key To The Town
E.B. and Kimi threaten Mr. Qi for an autopetter
I make the walk of shame back from the island since we don’t have the return obelisk yet...
(oops, we forgot a special order to catch salmon for Demetrius, oh well)
Winter 1:
Kimi and I venture into the Skulls!
E.B. gets the Qi’s Cuisine special order
rip Kimi (on the front porch, thankfully)
Winter 2:
E.B. sacrifices herself to tend to the ducks so we don’t have to, she’s so brave
ffff it’s tuesday, I wanted to make the shed big
Marnie, Caroline, and Jodi are all at the island instead of aerobics
the ducks’ obstinance gives Kimi a headache, so we’re gonna call it a short session
two games of darts down, one to go!
hon hon hon, Mr. Qi, let��s get that bread
Winter 3??:
We bomb the ducks. (see gallery)
Kimi doing the elmo rise gif
EB gets exploded, says “worth it”
TO-DO:
still need another five garbage ducks
need to make more crystalariums and start moving them into their new shed
Continue the skulls!!
(I’ve still got a couple errands of my own I keep putting off: kegs, preserves, tappy trees)
continue long-term projects: seed self-supply, grocery list, crafting everything, Sea Urchins,...
Gallery, courtesy of E.B.:
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Gorilla accepts our offering
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THEY KNOW WHAT THEY DID (n’t do)
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tartt9 · 10 months
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okay so! this blog’s official post s3 canon for jamie (and therefore his canon in my s4 verse)
he and roy had an argument at bones and honey, but the argument wasn’t over keeley. he mostly started it to push roy’s buttons and see how far roy would let him get away with it - he didn’t expect to end up bloody, but at least he’s finally fucking banned from bones & honey and he never has to go back to that place.
jamie’s finally, totally free from the impact that rupert and george had on him as a player, at least internally. he’s accepted that he’s easily influenced by older men’s opinions of him (woo he gets more therapy, dr sharon’s office becomes a routine stop in his tuesdays) and that what rupert said to him, though it seemed kind, was rupert’s way of using him as a pawn to get what he wanted - richmond’s success at whatever the cost. jamie still regrets treating his teammates (his brothers) the way he did when he met them. he shook cartrick’s hand after the match and allowed himself the peace of mind that neither rupert nor george can dictate the way he plays his game anymore. he’s still becoming the best player he can be, but that’s a team player, not just the star that he is. he’s one in a million, yes, but he’s also one of eleven.
jamie hears back from his father. they have a conversation over text, and jamie leaves it there. maybe in the future, he’ll meet up with him, but all he has to say to the man are thank you (for pushing me to be who i am today, i understand others struggles better now that i see them through this lens), fuck you (for treating me the way you did. i was a child. i didn’t deserve any of that. and neither did mum), and goodbye (forever). he has plenty of men in his life to take inspiration from, plenty of men to guide him to be better than he ever was listening to james. he’s also found motivation other than anger - he’s found love. he doesn’t need that toerag in his life.
jamie goes to brazil with keeley, the shoot for nike goes well (no bad ones - have you seen him?), and he uses that trip to open up to her, to be emotionally vulnerable, to tell her about amsterdam the way he’d told roy, and to let her know that, however she finds her happiness, he’ll be happy that she’s happy.
he spends the off season preparing for a champions league run - he wants to take richmond as far as they can possibly get - after a week at home in manchester, sleeping in his childhood bed, trying to learn some skills in the kitchen from simon and picking up a guitar for the first time in a decade to play for his mum.
when he gets invited to the cookout at the higgins household, jamie gladly returns to london. he’s happy to see his chosen family once more, happy to spend the time with keeley and roy, roy’s knee up against his own, even if it doesn’t mean anything - even if it’s just the way roy sits.
he does not let beard and jane get married without a fight. he’ll truly do everything in his power, including inviting beard to stay at his house, or sleeping on the couch in beard’s flat, to keep that from happening.
jamie still doesn’t know why he was sent back to city during his loan season, but he doesn’t really care anymore. what matters, in the end, is that he found his way back to richmond.
jamie’s contract is signed through 2025, and he hopes to play for richmond for the rest of his career, with this group of incredibly talented players, this family that he loves.
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Thess vs Outings
So when I said “I have my GP appointment on Tuesday” last week, I had to rethink that because I had a horrible feeling that I was somehow wrong and that the appointment was Monday. So I checked. I was wrong on both counts, but also sort of right? See, my appointment was not on Tuesday, which was the thing I was worried about. Buuuuuut it wasn’t on Monday either. Turns out it’s Wednesday, so tomorrow. Well, at least it wasn’t right after another heavily emotional D&D session. (Better emotional, though; just everybody gets keyed up when stuff happens, y’know. Investment is good.)
Another week off, and I swear I am going to space out my time off better in future. Then again, I said that last year too, and never managed. I’ll try harder this year - I get my PTO allotment in April so I’ll just book a whole bunch of stuff so I’m not in the same position of managers nagging me to get my PTO booked towards the end of the year. But still, week off yay, and it means that it didn’t really matter what day this week my GP appointment was.
Had to leave the house for some supplies - things for refrigerator dill pickles, dried milk for hot chocolate mix, pain meds - and had a little bit of luck in a few areas. It’s a sad thing when I get this excited over sales on what should frankly be fairly basic, but that’s the world today. Still, 3-for-2 offer on some of my favourite fruits, and steak on sale to the point where I could get a reasonably-sized ribeye for what I’d normally pay for the same amount of rump, is not to be sneezed at. I mean, I have pink lady apples! Those are basically the only ones I like to eat fresh these days! Also good-sized conference pears and some strawberries for the dehydrator. Woo!
Still, it did mean going out. I meant to go earlier in the day but kind of slept in (which is my right on a week off thank you), so I kind of got caught in the after-school crowd on the way home. Plus I’m not handling crowds as well as I used to, and Peckham is ... a lot, sometimes. Part of me really wants to head out to Camden if the nice weather holds (because it really is a gorgeous day today) ... but the rest of me is thinking about crowds plus that’s most of my work commute and what shape will I be in after, given the fibromyalgia? Well, I have to be up tomorrow because my phone appointment with the GP is at 10am, so maybe I’ll think about it. I mean, I guess I could also hit the West End for Orbital Comics and Orc’s Nest, but Camden crowds are one thing and West End crowds are something entirely else. So it’s all a matter of how one balances extra time on a bus vs bigger crowds.
I mean, this is all assuming I’m okay tomorrow, and with acceptance of the fact that I will probably not be okay for a day or so after. Just it’s nice to leave the house sometimes, and not just for a trek around Peckham for the basics. But for now, I accept that even a trip to Peckham and dealing with the after-school crowd was a bit much and I should relax some. Video games are a thing.
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jaeminsnanadoongie · 1 year
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Always With You 🍂
Epilogue
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Summary: "Close your eyes
And I'll be there
Cause no matter where I go
I'll be Always With You"🍂
Two teenagers, a hospital and a deadly disease....🍂Will they survive??
AU: Hospital au
Word count : 1.2K (approx.)
Warnings : Nothing for the epilogue
Genre: Angst (A little bit), fluff, a innie tiny bit emotional (cus I'm not that good at writing emotional stuff)
Pairing (s): Huang Renjun × OC
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. None of the incidents depicted here has no connection to the actual persons, living or dead, or actual events. Any resemblance found with another story is clearly unintentional. The personality or behaviour of the idol depicted here is not the related to his/her personality or behaviour in real life.It's pure work of imagination by the author.
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All that I have ever wanted to say and do with you
1st February 2025
1. Teddy bear.mp3                ~     4:02
Audio recording
2. Life is still...on.mp3         ~     3:39
Audio recording
3.Walk you home.mp3        ~      2:55
Audio recording
4. ANL.mp3                              ~     3:46
Audio recording
5. It's your's.mp3                  ~     3:44
Audio recording
6. Irreplaceable.mp3.         ~      3:24
Audio recording
7. Candle light.mp3             ~      3:47
Audio recording
8. Rainbow.mp3                     ~      3:52
Audio recording
9. Puzzle piece.mp3               ~     3:47
Audio recording  
10. My Everything.mp3         ~      3:41
Audio recording
11. Be there for you.mp3      ~      3:44
Audio recording
12. Never goodbye.mp3     ~     3:33
Audio recording
Now playing Candle light.mp3...
                         Candle light
Oh, woah, candle light, candle light
Wait just a minute, are you ready?
When I signal you
Count one, two, three and open your eyes
I know you're wondering why I'm doing this
But this is no ordinary day
Like Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
The moments I am with you are always
Special every day
Blow the candle light, candle light, candle light, baby
It means I'm thankful for all of the days we spent together
In times like this, somehow I, somehow I, baby
I get embarrassed, but it means I love you
When I see your dazzling and bright smile
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
My wish for you and I to be together forever
I think will come true, woo
I know the days to come are very uncertain
And the days gone by might have been sad (Oh, sad)
But don't worry anymore
Adding days like this (A day)
Is what we need to do, woo
I, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I make my plans so they can be spent only with you
I think that would be perfect
Blow the candle light, candle light, candle light, baby
It means I'm thankful for all of the days we spent together
In times like this, somehow I, somehow I, baby
I get embarrassed, but it means I love you
When I see your dazzling and bright smile
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
My wish for you and I to be together forever
I think will come true, woo
Because you are in my heart, my melody is natural
Thanks to you, my dreams became possible
I want to accomplish them all with you
I'm not alone now that I'm with you, girl
You appeared when I was lonely and needed someone
Among what is ordinary, I celebrate your preciousness
Streets shining with candles, even the lights are so special
Always stay by my side, ooh
Now open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes, baby
I want to give you days that are like gifts
Like this, you and I, you and I, you and I, baby
Can we be still be together around this time next year?
Each section of the calendar on your desk
Without leaving a single day, it will only be you and me
Like a candle light that never goes out
My wish for you and I to be together forever
I think will come true, woo
(23rd April 2023)
The wind sending shivers down her spine yet she felt his warmth radiate as she listened to all the recordings once again. Each sentence made her lose another drop of water as her dried tear stained cheeks grew red.
"None of this can become true Renjun and you know that..." Her whisper came out louder as she sniffed. Her red nose picked in the cold air as she looked at the city view from the top of the rooftop.
"You know if you sit here any longer you're gonna catch a cold imma guarantee you that" hyucks voice startled the girl as she snapped her head towards the voice.
Quickly rubbing off the excess tears she gave him a look. "You know crying at nights doesn't make him come back...and I'm sure he won't like it" placing himself right next to he turned his head too see her eyes already on him.
Nodding she sniffed once again. "I know but how much ever anyone says as long as am alive please let me think about him time to time and cry cause, i just want to never forget him, i want him to be with me all the time" her voice quavered while her head hanged low.
"I understand but don't just keep crying live, love and do all that he has ever wanted to do and make him stay with you in hear" holding her hands tightly he pointed into her heart while she let out silent tears.
Just nodding she looked at the book tha held all the lyrics including his tiny letter which were her time pass readings.
And as for the songs they were her safe place.
"By the way..." Now all clear her tears stopped as her voice turned a bit more clear as hyuck looked at her. "When did you guys even record these songs??"
Her question made him chuckle as he remembered all the nights him and mark sat and made tunes for the song as they recorded it along with Renjun who sneaked out the hospital just for this.
"Thats a secret" giving her a smirk while she scoffed. "Whatever" turning around she looked at the building right infront of theirs as the scene changed as the now adults hyuck and doyeon sat there on the same spot staring at the same building which was now shining brightly.
(1st February 2025)
"You know?? Today's the day i first met him and that was a really bad encounter" her words made hyuck laugh as he looked up at the sky. "He will be happy now won't he??" "Ofcourse..." His whisper flew up with the air as the horns of the car rang through their ears.
"It's funny how time flies off-" hyuck chuckled as she looked at him bewildered. "I remember you sitting her and crying your eyes out for Renjun just like it happened yesterday and now look at you all grown up" showing her a gleaming smile he patted her head as she giggled.
"Things have changed and now I'm happy" but no matter what happens I'll never forget you Huang Renjun and I am never letting you go...
Things had changed as she grew up to be the perfect business woman, taking up her parents company she brought it up to another level, but she still hung out with the boys as she and hyuck grew closer each day.
Things were back to normal, though it seemed tough but thats how life is isn't it?? Tough but enjoyable. Whatever night she went through be it stressful or happy or a sad one she always felt him right beside her.
And she never forgot to let out a tear remembering him every now and then as she met his grave.
She grew up to be the woman he had ever wanted her to be. And he never left her side but now seeing her happy he gazed at her and hyuck sitting on top of the rooftop as he smiled.
"I'm so proud of you...and now i know you don't need me anymore cause he is there and I'm sure he will take care of you way better than me. So goodbye love let's meet in heaven..."
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Prologue / Part I / Part II / Epilogue
And yea do you guys want me to make a playlist for this book?? If so let me know!! And yea i would recommend listening to the songs in listed above while reading!
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girlwithfish · 1 year
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im gna do my ling hw early today cuz i have shit due on tuesday right after break annoyinggg i have a short paper due for my graphic design class which is also annoying so ill do my other hw early ig and im going back to school on Sunday i think so yeahh. woo at least i can see my bf again and have sex again. i am seeing visions in the walls rn
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